#this one's for the gc

[skrunklybf-archived]

// ft. reiner, connie, eren, jean, armin x f!reader

// 18+ only incoherent smut drabble under the cut <3

your coworkers were your favorite part of this stupid minimum wage gig.

with reiner's thick fingers stuffed into your drippy cunt, you couldn't really think about how this dynamic started in the first place -- it didn't really matter, though. the burly man hovering over you curled his fingers, pulling a sharp gasp from you and making your legs quiver. his brow slightly furrowed and a light flush stretched from his tensed face down below his collar.

"s'good?" reiner asked, his voice low and gravelly, and you could tell he was trying to stay quiet, but every single noise either of you made absolutely bounced around the tiny bathroom he had pulled you into not even ten minutes ago. he scissored his fingers apart and stretched your fluttery hole, completely robbing you of the air you needed to respond to his question.

of course it was good, you wanted to reply -- reiner slotted himself between your bare legs, only after helping you out of the bottom half of your uniform and propping you onto the bathroom counter.

he leaned in, almost tentatively claiming your mouth with his own, and with good timing, too; he swallowed the whimper you couldn't contain once he slid both digits knuckle deep and started to play with that spongy spot inside your cunt.

the heated moment came to a crashing halt, though, when a few heavy knocks sounded against the door.

"you done yet? taking forever."

while reiner enjoyed the relative privacy of the bathroom, your coworker connie was less picky. he'd bend you over anywhere as long as you were safe from the customers prying eyes. and he fucking loved it, smirking against the side of your neck as he leaned his whole body into you.

"pretty slow tonight," connie blew his hot breath down your collar and left you shivering. "might as well have a little fun right?"

the silver prep counter dug into your tummy. the firm chest pressing you into place was nothing compared to the warm hand that smoothed over your ass, cupping and squeezing you with absolutely no shame to be found. it'd be embarrassing if it didn't turn you on so much.

"con," you said airily, trying to find some solidity in your voice, but he only chuckled down at you. wet, open mouthed kisses were peppered up and down your neck. the clothed bulge he unceremoniously rubbed against the seam of your pants left you feeling dizzy. he brought his hands up to pinch and tease your hardened nipples through your shirt.

and connie rutted against you, grinding and pulling you impossibly closer to his own heated and needy body, completely ignoring the footsteps approaching from your manager's back office.

"connie, go help jean take out the trash."

connie groaned into your ear, his grip on you falling weak as he slumped in defeat. he placed a few more concise kisses just below your ear before stepping away and taking his warmth with him.

your manager eren was a weird one, to say the least. despite the strange relationship you held with all your coworkers, he seemed to be the hardest to read about it all; he was the first one to taste your sweet cunt on his lips, and sure, maybe he wanted to keep you all to himself... at first.

"look, look at you," eren smoothed his large hands down the tops of your thighs as they shook like feeble leaves, "you see? you see how cute you look, all fucked out like that?" his voice felt velvety smooth as he chuckled at your expense, and you couldn't get enough of it. the screens before you blinked and looped the same few scenes over and over -- various birds eye views of you, in all your glory. your ass jiggling while you're fucked from behind, your head bobbing in a viscous rhythm while you choke down cock, your eyes screwed shut while you're picked up and fucked desperately against a wall.

eren could see it all from his private little office tucked in the back of the restaurant. and now you could, too.

his hips gyrated slowly but purposefully as you sat on top of him, his thick cock wedged perfectly between those puffy lips of yours. eren kissed down your spine as he held you flush against his lap. "take dick so fucking well, 's like you were made for it." he sighed between your shoulder blades. and you couldn't look away from these slightly grainy little videos. an achy throb matching your unsteady heartbeat brought your hand to your clit. you swirled slow circles around the bud as eren's cockhead nudged against your insides like it belonged there.

someone who wasn't as keen on sharing (mostly with eren, as you later learned) was your assistant manager. one thing jean was extremely eager about, however, was the way you looked up at him through your thick lashes, your pink tongue lolled out and waiting.

"f-fuck," jean cursed. he threw his head back and gnawed on his lip in a fit of desperation. "god, 'm so close," he groaned, but he didn't need to tell you that. the way his muscular thighs twitched and tensed on either side of you was a crystal clear indication of his rapid undoing. your hand wrapped around his cock and pumped in a devastating motion, tapping the flushed dickhead against your wet tongue.

as much as he loved your pussy (and, god, he fucking loved it), jean absolutely lost himself in the soft warmth of your mouth. there was something primally satisfying about watching his cum spurt out and coat your sweet tongue; something about the way you smeared his sensitive cockhead over your lips, mixing your spit and his seed into the messiest little concoction that sometimes dribbled down your chin, staining the front of your work shirt for the rest of the day.

probably the most surprising development from your time at the little fast food restaurant involved your rather reserved part-time coworker, armin. it's always the sweet quiet ones, isn't it?

armin, unlike the other pussydrunk men you worked beside, didn't prefer fucking you inside the workplace. to your surprise, armin would much rather shove your face down into the freshly vacuumed cloth of his sedan's backseat.

the vehicle rocked with armin's unforgiving pace against your ass. the obscene squelch of your cunt sucking him in over and over barely registered in your brain at that point. armin was too busy humping into you, grinding his cock as deep as he could manage, to control any sound he made in that tiny space you two occupied. the unsuspecting blonde was definitely the loudest out of them all; armin was all moans, all whimpers and whines and pleas with near-white knuckles as he chased the dirty orgasms you so sweetly offered him. "gonna cum, gonna-- ah, ah! --please, p-please let me cum," he begged, those big blue teary eyes of his screwed shut.

with your own edge quickly approaching, you felt your muscles tighten around him. "go ahead, 'min," you breathed, letting your own eyes slide shut to focus on the delicious sounds absolutely pouring from his lips, "please cum in me--" but you didn't even get to finish your sultry request. armin's hips stuttered along with his heavy breaths. his dick throbbed inside you, his voice grew quiet, and as he recovered, armin laid his slightly sweaty forehead against your shoulder. sweet hands traced themselves up and down your heated skin.

working in food service wasn't easy, but there were definitely worse ways you could've spent your time...

[snoopysnose]

Mutuals' favorite moments in Game Changer 1/? requested by @greenieflor

GAME CHANGER

5x09 - ESCAPE THE GREEN ROOM

[ominous-horse-noises]

anyway i want to reiterate that i hope the rat grinders are tpk'd, revived and uncorrupted solely bc i want them to have to spend senior year together. 'redeemed' doesnt necessarily mean friendly with the bad kids and honestly? its so much funnier if they continue being bitchy to each other but without the trying to end the world stuff. they've built plenty of positive relationships w/ former villains now it's time for the next stage: uneasy alliance buzzing with the tension of both sides trying to hold back the urge to clown on each other

introducing, fantasy high senior year: the group project

[f0x-meets-w0lf]

buck kissing the mole beneath eddie's eye ♡

requested by @zee_islosingit on twitter as a prompt for @911actions fundraiser for palestine. the event is now closed, but donations are still much-needed and appreciated and can be easily given here :)

[trans-androgyne]

TERFs feel ownership over transmasc bodies. We already know they think we don’t deserve to make our own decisions about what to do with them, that we’re mentally ill or delusional or autistic or just trying to escape misogyny. But I also think they look at us and see nothing but themselves. They see their pain, their trauma, what they could have become if only things were different. And they conclude that, therefore, they know better than us. They know what we really need: to be converted to TERFism and detransitioned. After all, we’re ruining our poor, beautiful, fertile “female” bodies that they so covet.

This happens a hundredfold when the transmasc in question is their own kid. My transphobic mother would tell me my body is hers and therefore she could do whatever she wanted with it. She was joking until she wasn’t. TERF moms act as though it’s their own breasts being “cut off,” testosterone being put in their own bodies, their own uterus being removed, without their consent. They’ll tell you to your face they know you better than you know yourself, their words dripping with manufactured sympathy, because after all we’re the same: we’re both “female.”

If you haven’t already, please familiarize yourself with how radical feminism looks and how to spot a TERF beyond them saying they hate trans women. You don’t want to see these people around for any longer than it takes to block them.

[kugisakiss]

shinichi winning arguments with the gosho boys

[alllsunday]

Sabo’s not being serious though he’s just forwarding from Garp (who is not being ironic) . But in all seriousness Sabo would probably say “GOOD MORNINGGGG” and scornfully demean Ace’s lack of energy and the fact that he said good morning at 1:37pm in the afternoon. Anyway, this continued for about 2 years before Ace realised he was not in the family group chat and was not receiving these from Garp anyway. Suddenly everything made sense.

[soupysundae]

🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

[haybuhay]

siblingisms

[etirabys]

Getting a lot of "good times weak men, weak men create hard times" vibes from gleeful reactions to the assassination attempt.

If you've never lived in a society where political assassination was a normalized phenomenon within living memory, consider that this might be worse than you think it is. There is a not that distant section of Korean history that's quite tedious to try to pass an exam for because the killings just blend together. It wasn't a nice time.

It's plausible to me that another Trump presidency would be worse (for the well being of all US residents over the next 100 years) than setting an assassination precedent. Like... asspull number, 25% possible that another Trump presidency is worse? But I don't want to hear that argument from someone with no real familiarity with "killings just blend together" societies, and won't engage with how terrible and scary taking a step down that road is.

If you are a staunch Democrat, consider also that you do not want to support such a precedent when your political opponents are the gun havers and gun practicers. 48% of Republicans own a gun; 20% of Democrats do.

Trump broke so many norms that I definitely see the argument for why he's exceptional – but in order for a Trump assassination to be a one-off, it's not enough that you think he's an obvious exception. Everyone else has to think he's an exception.

It's difficult to let the genie out of the bottle a little bit.

[withthewindinherfootsteps]

something about how both wei wuxian and jin guangyao repeatedly say they ‘didn’t have a choice’ in their actions. in both cases, it’s not literal impossibility, instead determined by their mindsets and personal conduct…. but while for wei wuxian that means he can’t do something immoral, even if it means losing all his social power, for jin guangyao it means he can’t do anything to lose his social power, even if it means doing something immoral. the other option is still there, but it’s never one they’d pick.

something about how they’re trying to walk the same path but in opposite directions: wei wuxian willingly left the nice, broad road in favour of upholding morals and debts, while jin guangyao is trying to claw onto it and stay there by any means necessary. in both cases, being parted from it so easily is only possible because this nice, broad road — full of people whose social power is unconditional, given at birth, independent of their actions — was never truly theirs to begin with. but despite how it is possible to be forced off due to nothing, as we see with wang lingjiao, the positions of both these characters were ultimately due to actions they took.

(about how no matter the similarity of the paths, no matter the narrowness of the choices, the direction you take is still up to you.)

[lemontarto]

the people have spoken. cyratiertice be upon ye 👊

edit forgot to add!! they have matchign necklaces ^__^

[apnourry]

hydrangea blue never broke my heart🫶

[rin-may-1103]

Black Retrievers and Golden Cats Au posts.

The Master Post

BR and GC:

He remembered how it took two hours for his mind to catch up to what he had done, two hours for him to realize he had just killed his brother. It took another two days to realize his brother was never coming back, that the pits had not worked.

Damian stared at the camera footage infront of him, his family's voices buzzing with theories and analyzing everything they could.

He remembered his brother's bright carefree smile just minutes before Damian had killed him.

So, why?

Why was he seeing it again?

Part one, Part two(to be written).

[evanbi-ckley]

Buck really rocked up to Tommy in 7x04 and went "what that cockpit do 😏"

And it worked

[kacetheplace]

coelacanter + socials