#this is not short lmao sorry

[spoopdeedoop]

CAN YOU POST THE JACK DE SENA MK AUTISM THING HERE

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[saltyytotheextreme]

When their submission turns into devotion.

And then into worship.

[pinkhelados]

Miguel and divorced!reader who had a shitty husband that wouldn’t give them the time of day :(

He was shocked to see you begin to sob when he gifted you roses, you hadn’t been given flowers in years and you just felt so touched!

Speaking of touched, you were so sensitive! Every kiss and brush of his fingers had you panting into his shoulder, thighs quivering around his waist with each slow thrust into your warm hole. Your expressions alone are enough to make him bust. Of course your ex never fucked you like this, only he could.

[arty-tardigrade]

I feel like Max needs a break from the Camp Campbell chaos every now and then just so he doesn't go completely insane.

[charlieisnotokay]

love how slimecicle can easily pick up other people (especially since Wilbur is like 6’6 and Tommy is 6’3 while slimes around 5’9-5’11) but when someone tries to pick HIM up they immediately crumble

[genshin-obsessed]

“Why are you so pretty? What the hell is wrong with you?”

☽ Caelus

“I feel like this isn’t my fault? I’m just chilling.” Caelus replied with a half hearted shrug, unsure why you brought this up.

“Can you be a little less pretty about it?”

“No, no I can’t. Besides, keeps your eyes on me, doesn’t it?” He asked, leaning in until your noses were practically touching. Without warning, he kissed you.

☽ Dan Heng

“Excuse me?” He’s confused, almost as if he didn’t register your words at first.

“You heard me. Who the hell allowed you to look as good as you do? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“I just… I’m… having a hard time understanding why I’m being scolded. Is that not a good thing?” He asked, fully turning to you.

“No! You should be a little more compassionate and manage your beauty around others. It’s extremely distracting.” Dan Heng just shook his head, leaned in and kissed your cheek.

☽ Jing Yuan

“Oh? Well, I could ask the same thing of you. Don’t you know your beauty is so blinding, I can’t even see my work, let alone focus on it.” He said with a smirk as he leaned in towards you.

“I… uh…”

“You should take some accountability, yourself. You might just drive me crazy.” With the sassiest turn you’ve ever seen, his soft white hair brushed against your face as he walked away.

☽ Bladie

“What the hell did you just say to me?” He asked, turning to look at you, only for you to pout at him, placing a hand on your hip.

“You’re too pretty. How am I supposed to function with you just waltzing about like that?”

“… what am I supposed to do about it? Wear a bag on my head or something?” He asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes at your words. But there was a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Could you?”

“No.”

☽ Argenti

“Oh? So, you finally noticed? About damn time.” He said confidently as he turned away from you. Your eyes widened as you stepped closer maneuvered to be in front of him again. There was a deep pout on your face which he just found entirely amusing.

“What- you don’t even care about his distracting it is!”

“Care? Hah! You say that as if I should be bothered by being beautiful. Besides… keeps you right here in my arms, no?” Without warning, you found yourself locked in his arms.

"I... um... ok."

[intotheelliwoods]

Playlists are here!!

Poptart Bops <- <-

Sprout Sounds <- <-

Big Leo Beats <- <-

[skz-films]

the director and the cameraman.

[ryllen]

Perhaps ... 😯 [x]

[cordeliawhohung]

Hi!!! i absolutely loovveeddd your simon drabble - maybe u could write a drabble ab mean teasing ghost making u get off on his thighs😭 haven’t been able to get that off my mind in the last couple of days KENFNSKWK THANK YOU

hi!!!! thank you so much! <3 (yall are seriously too sweet) once again (not to beat a dead horse or anything) but i just wanna reiterate that i am very much out of my depth here, but i really hope it's to your liking!

minors dni, thigh riding (obvi), small use of pet names, simon's having too much fun teasing, he's a little mean but still praising, def still a dick tho, slight banter (not proofread very well...)

Riding His Thigh

It starts on the couch in the living room. What was supposed to be a peaceful and quiet night in with a home cooked meal and a movie turned into wandering hands and needy mouths pressed together. You ended up in his lap like you normally do, legs spread apart to accommodate the wideness of his hips just to straddle him.

There was something different about this time, though. Simon's hands moved languid and soft along your sides, and you whined at the lack of want, the lack of force to his grip. You pull out of the kiss with a small pout, and your hands instantly slither down to the band of his jeans.

"Simon..." you whimper, the want evident in your voice as you tug at his zipper. "Fuck... need you so bad..."

That was supposed to be his queue, the green light, but instead he gently pushed your hands away before resting his own on your hips. Then he's pushing you back a little, forcing your leg to slip away from his hips and down towards his thighs where you're then stuck straddling one.

"Gonna need you to work a bit harder than that, sweetheart," he says, his voice laced with a dangerous promise that tells you that he means every word.

You want to argue, you want to pitch a fit and whine saying you can't wait, or that he's cruel for even suggesting such a thing, but then his grip on your hips tighten, and he slowly rocks you along his thigh. It sends a sharp jolting feeling up through your stomach that satisfies your insatiable need for him for only a moment before it washes away with a single breath. You know exactly what he's wanting, and though you're whining about it, you know you don't want to deny him.

Eventually you begin to move on your own, and despite the muted but delicious friction through the fabric of your shorts you stare at Simon with a look that tells him you're not happy about this one bit. He's too busy enjoying the show to mind, though. His hands stay firmly on your hips, refusing to aid you but feeling every single sway of your body.

"There we go," he coos as he relaxes further into the couch.

It's annoying how the baritone of his voice heats your core so hot it swelters. You want to call him names, let your frustrations be known, tell him you want him to fuck you properly. But it's like he can read your mind, and he bounces his leg over so slightly, ripping a sharp gasp from those pretty, pouting lips as the pressure increases and decreases on your clit all too suddenly.

You don't care anymore. You ride his thigh shamelessly, hands resting firmly against his shoulders as you do. Your own thighs tighten around him as you feel the wetness collect in the fabric of your underwear. A whiny moan erupts from you as you clench down around nothing, and despite your frustration you continue through it.

"C'mon," Simon urges gruffly. Suddenly he sits up straight, his grip on your flesh tightening as he now joins in helping you get off on his thigh. "Just once, yeah? Need you to cum for me and I'll give you what you want."

His lips are so close to yours you're nearly kissing but not quite. Every breath you breathe is pushed into his mouth, and you can feel the way his words feel on your skin.

"Just like that, c'mon love," he continues. "Cum for me and I'm all yours."

A few more desperate ruts and pathetic moans later and you're coming undone on his thigh. A small cry leaves your lips as your cunt pulses around absolutely nothing, and you bite into your lip as you slump forward, your forehead resting against his lips. The frustration builds in you again almost instantly as you know that orgasm would have felt ten times better had he stopped teasing and gave you his cock.

"Fuckin' perfect," Simon praises, but his hands don't stop moving. Your poor, overstimulated clit endures more of his teasing as his firm grip forces your body to rock against him once more. He chuckles when you whine. "What? Too much for you?" he teases.

"Fuck you," you bite, but your words quickly fall away as he bounces his knee once more.

"That's the point, isn't it?"

master list and tag lists can be found here!

[dulciechi]

if we reach $666,666 they’ll make lamb and nari bang in the final issue /s

[starrysharks]

ok gonna post the sale tomorrow instead, if you're interested just comment here and i'll tag u tomorrow. reblogs appreciated

[yardsards]

i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage

[zivazivc]

Did Les and Hed know either of their fathers?

Yes, they lived with both actually, and they both refer(red) to both of their fathers as "dad" (well, hed's father was daddy).

They lived with Hed's dad and their mom in a small village/town in the rock kingdom since Les was basically still a baby and till he was around 8 or 9 when their mom died (Hed then being 4 or 5). Soon after that Les ran away and took Hed with him, because Hed's dad was very abusive toward him and it only got worse when Les grew to the height and size of an adult rock troll at around 8 years old. Les had a very hard time growing up in the rock kingdom in general, he was the only mixed genre troll where they lived and no one ever treated him age-appropriate because of his size, even unintentionally. Don't even get me started on the bigotry. :(

So then Les ran away with Hed to go find his biological dad, because surely his real dad who is also a funk troll like him would like him more. (Somehow they managed to find him with the help of one old photo Les had of him.) It turned out that wasn't the case and Les quickly realized that the funk trolls didn't consider him as one of their own either. But his dad still (reluctantly) decided to take them in if they stayed out of the way. And that's where they grew up and lived (in Vibe City) until not that long before they meet Floyd. It was a very strange and not at all child friendly environment because Les's dad lives in a cramped apartment with a bunch of stoner roommates and with different trolls coming and leaving all the time, so their home was more a hangout den for a bunch of washed up adults than an actual home...

The two rock trolls' first month there; Les was learning how to play the bass and he got super into it and he broke into song which then ended up with a punk rock scream, Hed heard it and started screaming all over the apartment (normal and healthy behavior for many rock troll kids):

Floyd also had the misfortune of meeting both of them (Les's dad intentionally and Hed's dad by chance). It's an understatement if I say he despises them

[ask-gikabi]

Did you changed your Marx's design? Can we see more of the precious boy (gender neutral)?

“Marx is, as ever, a nuisance.”

[emocatkeith]

toxic yaoi