#weiner anon

[real-total-drama-takes]

duncan had no right to pull that many girls looking like a bookmark that was burnt in a fire from eritrea forged from a lamp of the first spinsters basement

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[darby-rowe]

HELPP dally have you seen the tik tom trend that’s like “making him a sweet treat because he’s given me a few respectable weinerings lately” THEM!!

NO NO EXACTLY !!!!! THATS EXACTLY THEM !!!!

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Raph is nothing like Gretchen if I recall isn’t she the bully in that movie?

Sigh. Okay, in The Mean Girls musical there is a song Gretchen sings that is titled “What’s Wrong with me?”— and Raph LITERALLY says “What’s wrong with me” in the gif I reblogged. That is the only reason why I referenced her. Never said they were “like” each other, I just said “It’s giving Gretchen” because people would understand the reference.

[thepicklegifter]

winner anon, more like WEINER ANON-

sorry, sorry, ill shut up now-

HDJFKFKFLGH

no u right

[freshyweshypoo]

Do jpeg and zip like coloring books

THANK YOU FLR THE AAAAAAAAASSSSSSSKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!1!!!!!1!!!1!1!!!1!1!

[thevalicemultiverse]

You have a voicemail. "Weiiner, weeineer, weiner weinerweiner weiner" "Rachel!" "Great! Now he's gonna know it was me!

". . .I actually have no memory of meeting a 'Rachel,' so don't worry, your identity is still safe," Victor informs his phone with a slightly puzzled frown before deleting the voicemail.

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

ALL MINE

rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: rafe has to give his bratty gf an attitude adjustment. maybe a little teasing should work?

based on this ask !! i hope this is what you asked for anon, this didn’t turn out exactly how i anticipated, but i am still a little rusty with writing smut and i keep getting second-hand embarrassment writing it, HELP-😭 i also wrote in second person perspective for a change? i’m not too sure how to feel about it, and i may rewrite this in the future but for now, i hope you enjoy <3

WARNINGS: smut (18+ MDNI!), oral (fem!receiving), cursing, use of ‘good girl,’ manhandling, unprotected p in v (wrap that weiner guys🙄), dom!rafe, brat!reader, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, slight overstimulation(?). (lmk if i missed anything!)

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

SECOND PERSON +

The clock ticks relentlessly on the wall, each second dragging you further into the simmering tension that has been brewing all day. You glance at Rafe, his dark eyes fixed on you with a mix of frustration and something else—something deeper, hotter, that makes your stomach twist. He leans back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the backrest, his shirt tauntingly tight across his broad chest. His jaw is set, but there's a glint in his eye that tells you he's not just annoyed—he's enjoying this.

"You've been pushing it all damn day," he says, his voice low and smooth, like honey laced with something sharp. "I let it slide because I thought you'd come around. But no, here you are. Being a fucking brat."

You shift uncomfortably on the couch, trying to ignore the way his words make your skin prickle. "I didn't ask for a lecture," you mutter, crossing your arms defensively. But even as the words leave your mouth, you know you're digging yourself deeper into whatever he's got planned.

Rafe's lips curl into a half-smile, slow and calculated. "Oh, baby," he says, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. "This isn't a lecture. This is a lesson. And trust me, you're going to learn tonight."

Your heart skips a beat, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Something about the way he says it, the way he's looking at you like he owns you, sends a shiver down your spine. You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off before you can say anything.

"Stand up," he commands, his voice firm but still carrying that dangerous edge.

You hesitate, torn between defiance and the pull of him. But before you can make up your mind, his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist tightly enough to make you gasp. He pulls you to your feet, his touch sending sparks racing through your veins.

"That wasn't a suggestion," he growls, his face inches from yours. "You've been acting out all day, and now you're going to deal with the consequences."

You swallow hard, feeling suddenly very small under his intense gaze. "What are you going to do?" you whisper, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to stay strong.

Rafe smirks, his free hand trailing lazily down your arm until it comes to rest on your hip. "Let's start with this," he says, his fingers curling around the waistband of your jeans. Without warning, he yanks them down, along with your underwear, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in nothing but your shirt.

Your breath catches in your throat as he steps back, taking in the sight of you standing there, completely bare except for the thin fabric of your top. He doesn't waste any time. Before you can react, he's kneeling in front of you, his hands cupping your ass roughly as his mouth descends on your core.

Oh God. The sensation of his tongue flicking against your clit is electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You grip the back of his head, your nails digging into his scalp as he works you with expert precision. His tongue is relentless, exploring every inch of you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

But just as you think you might actually lose it, he stops. Abruptly. Your body jerks forward in protest, but he holds you steady, his hands firm on your hips.

"No," he says simply, his voice calm but assertive. "Not yet."

You groan in frustration, your legs trembling from the effort of staying upright. "Rafe, please," you beg, your voice cracking. "I need... I need—"

"You need to apologise," he interrupts, standing up and stepping back to look at you. "For being such a brat today. For treating me like shit when I was just trying to take care of you. So, tell me, sweetheart. Are you sorry?"

His eyes burn into yours, and you can feel the pressure building inside you, threatening to explode. You nod quickly, desperate to get him to finish what he started. "Yes, I'm sorry," you gasp. "I'm so sorry, Rafey. Please, just let me—"

"Not good enough," he says, cutting you off again. "Say it again, but this time, mean it."

You close your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts, but the way he's looking at you, the way his presence dominates the room, makes it nearly impossible. "I'm sorry," you repeat, louder this time. "I'm really sorry, Rafey. I didn't mean to be so... so difficult. Please, just let me—"

He kneels down again, his hands sliding up your thighs until they reach your waist. "Okay," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "But first, you need to be reminded of who you belong to."

Your whole body goes rigid, but before you can respond, he's already moving. His fingers press firmly against your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that send shivers of anticipation through you. He knows exactly how to touch you, exactly how to drive you wild without letting you go over the edge.

Rafe's hands wrap around your hips, steadying you as his lips press against your trembling core once again. The sensation is overwhelming, a burst of warmth that sends shivers through your body. His tongue moves with precision, flicking across your sensitive flesh, and you gasp, your legs threatening to give out completely.

"You're mine," he murmurs against you, his voice low and possessive. "All mine."

His words send a thrill through you, making your breath hitch. You clutch at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as the pleasure builds like a storm inside you. His mouth is relentless, his tongue devouring you with an intensity that leaves no room for thought, only sensation.

"Rafe," you moan, your voice shaky and pleading. "Please... I need—"

He pulls back slightly, looking up at you with those dark, intense eyes. "You'll get what you need, love," he says, his tone dripping with dominance. "But, you have to prove it to me."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you stare down at him, your mind spinning. Prove what? You don't have to ask; you already know. He wants you to show him how much you want this, how much you want him. And god, you do. You've never wanted anything more.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your pulse. "I'm sorry for acting out. I didn't mean to... I just..."

He tilts his head, waiting for you to finish, his gaze unwavering.

"I just needed you," you admit finally, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I needed to feel you close, to know you were still here."

His expression softens slightly, but there's still an edge of command in his eyes. "Good girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your thigh. "Now, you’re gonna’ keep being a good girl and take what I give you."

Before you can process his words, he stands, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. He sets you down gently, his hands lingering on your waist as he towers over you, his shadow casting a cool darkness over your heated skin.

"Spread your legs," he commands, his voice firm but not unkind.

You obey without hesitation, your body craving his touch like a drug. He kneels between your thighs, his broad chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he tugs his shorts and boxers down to his thighs. His gaze locks onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Tell me you're ready," he says, his voice low and demanding.

"I'm ready," you breathe, your voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, Rafe... Fuck, I'm ready."

His lips curl into a smirk, and he leans down, his hands sliding beneath your thighs to lift them higher. His fingers trail along the inside of your legs, setting off sparks of desire with every touch. You squirm beneath him, desperate for more, for everything.

And then, finally, he pushes into you.

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that sends a cry tearing from your throat. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to his thick length, his eyes locked onto yours as he fills you completely.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice raw with desire. "So tight... so fucking perfect."

You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, then gradually picking up speed. Each thrust is precise, hitting all the right spots, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Rafe," you gasp, your voice breaking as the pleasure builds. "God, Rafe, I can't—"

"Can't what?" he asks, his voice rough with control. "Say it, love."

"I can't hold on," you cry out, your body arching against him as waves of ecstasy crash over you. "I can't take it anymore. Please, Rafe, let me come. Please!"

He smirks, his grip tightening on your hips as he drives into you harder, faster. "That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice filled with pride. "Let it go. Let me feel you fall apart."

And then, with one final, powerful thrust from Rafe, you do.

The orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with relentless force. Your body shudders beneath him, your cries echoing through the room as release consumes you entirely. Rafe doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, pushing you further until you're nothing but a trembling, incoherent mess beneath him.

Finally, when you've had enough, when you feel like you can't possibly take another second, he withdraws, collapsing beside you on the bed. He pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as your breathing slowly returns to normal.

"Shh," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It's okay, baby. You did so good for me."

You nod weakly against him, too exhausted to speak. His hand strokes your hair soothingly, his touch gentle and loving after the fierce passion of moments before. For now, there's only contentment, a quiet peace that settles over you both.

"I love you," you whisper after a while, your voice small but sincere.

He chuckles softly, tightening his embrace. "I love you too, brat. But next time, maybe think twice before testing me."

You snort, nuzzling closer to him. "Maybe."

He laughs, the sound warm and full of affection. "Rest now," he says, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "We'll talk about it properly tomorrow."

(dividers by @kodaswrld !)

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not incredibly proud of this, but i hope this was what you wanted anon !! new writing style (second person perspective) which was something new, but i actually didn’t mind it? as always, hearts and reblogs are always appreciated!! please comment your thoughts <3

requests are staying open for ONE more day then i’m closing them, so if you want to request get one in ASAP!!

[real-total-drama-takes]

all courtney needs is 1 new vape 2 lines of coke 3 drinks from a bar 4 more lines of coke five guys fries 6 hits of a blunt 7 more lines of coke

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[yanderefarm]

I kept thinking about evil nephite au (the one drugging you)

Can we have more evil nephite pls?

-pretty anon

my fear when i thought you were asking for alpha nephite

evil nephite he's always like this!!!

it would break his heart to have to cage you or drug you but if he must for the one he loves. he's also a fucking snitch he's basically the gretchen weiners of his church. he finds your secrets and then he brings them to the church with a cute innocent smile on his face.

[hunnieknight]

Wait, does “burung” actually have another meaning other than bird?? I’m Indonesian and this is the first I’ve heard of this— is it like a bahasa daerah thing or am I about to get my citizenship revoked—

Oh god, anon 😭😭/j

You have the purest childhood if your elementary school friends didn't make any penis joke using "burung".

It is often a sugarcoat word for it, like teaching your children about their private area. So i assume people never sugarcoat anything around you and just say "WEINER" Or penis 😭😭

[physics-of-one-piece]

How many times do you think walking with doffy leads into bumping into him cause he stops abruptly? Or just full on losing sight of him aside from the shed of pink feathers his coat leaves. Cause ya know hes a big tall dude and reader is most definitely shorter. I can only ever think of the movies all dogs go to heaven when the weiner dog shouts about having short legs to the i wanna say german shepherd(?). 🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛anon!

Yeah, I think the bumping happens sometimes. I think Reader figures it's best to walk beside him rather than behind him bcs the amount of times she bumps into his leg is insane. Haha, losing sight of him except the trail of pink feathers is such a cool idea. You lost him? Follow the pink feathers that fell on the ground 😂 or just find the huge pink coat!

It's crazy bcs he's 3 meters (10 feet tall) and he's shown he 100% can get out of people's sights and sneak up on them like it's NOTHING. He can absolutely be there one moment and gone the next. This man. Can. Jump. High. Really fckn high. Like in his fight with Luffy he moves so fast that even though he's big and we should be able to see him, he manages to avoid even Luffy and get out of his sight! It's crazy! And awesome! He's fast - faster than Luffy in G2, and G2 Luffy is moving at Mach speed! Sometimes I was like "Where is he?! He's ten feet tall, how did we lose him?" only to then scream as he comes at Luffy or Law from above.

Omg, yes the dogs is 100% Reader & Doffy. The guy's one step is Reader's 3 or 4 steps. He can cover an entire 100 meter long street in a few relaxed swaggering steps while we mortals have to do a 100 meter sprint to get to the finish line at the end of the street at the same time as Doffy. I need to write this into the fic. It's so hilarious.

[skeleetrom]

I'll throat that weiner!!!!!

Nooooooooo mutual you didn't turn on anon now everyone knows you wanna throat my wiener!!!!!

[mychlapci]

Hi, earthstellar here on anon because I'm old and don't understand why Tumblr won't let me send asks using my sideblog, time to be hype for octo!Ratchet and Mer Shenanigans:

So, octopuses have specific deimatic behaviours-- essentially, threat displays -- with the physical capability to do some cephalopod-specific stuff like flaring tentacles, spraying ink, changing colours in complex patterns with chromatophores etc.

But octopuses also have very different Sexy Stuff happening compared to fish-- Like the hectocotylus, or the Weiner Tentacle. And spermatophores, and all that good shit. And infamously the really sad thing where they defend egg nests until they die. (But we're not here for sad shit, we're here for degenerate shit.)

MY POINT: With the whole Drift/Rodimus/Wing/Ratchet situation, it might not just be the facility staff who are confused by the whole mer mating situation.

If Ratchet is the only octomer, he might struggle with trying to explain his specific mating behaviours to his mates, and there might be somewhat of a communication issue. At least at first.

I imagine at some point he gets Into It and his hectocotylus shows up and the others don't know what it is so Drift or Rodimus (most likely to be impulsive) just licks it or something thinking it's just another tentacle and OHHHHH SHIT they think they hurt him or made him mad or something because his tentacles all flair out before contracting around whoever just licked it and this may or may not cause a brief (but sexy) panic

But when any of the others are carrying eggs etc., he easily puts on the most extensive deimatic behaviour displays because there's something uniquely terrifying about a giant octopus person who has a whole shitload of physical strength and prehensile dexterity in each one of their massive, heavy, long limbs being suddenly extremely defensive and angry for reasons that the staff can't yet figure out

Especially because Ratchet is kinda old as far as the staff is able to estimate and he's mostly well behaved and less prone to doing stupid shit compared to some of the others at the facility, he's not usually a problem, but now he is A Terrifyingly Large Problem and the staff is just like throwing food in the top of the tank and getting the fuck out of there before Ratchet's tentacles can lash up out of the water and fuck them up

They might be worried about the non-cephalopods in Ratchet's shared tank, thinking he might present a risk to them, but Drift, Rodimus, and Wing won't let any of the staff approach the tank either unless it's for food or water pH balancing because they are all extremely protective of each other -- Moving Ratchet becomes a non-option immediately. (Not that the staff has a problem with that, once it's clear they're all OK-- They're just happy they don't have to try to figure out a way to move a heavily sedated, very heavy octomer.)

But the staff freaks out pretty much the entire mating season because they can't figure out the specifics lmao, some days the entire tank is impossible to see through because Ratchet's inked it up entirely in an effort to hide his mates, which makes routine observation impossible etc.

And all of Ratchet's unique cephalopod mating behaviours and defensive threat displays are somehow EXTREMELY SEXY to his mates, despite the fact that they're not 100% sure of the exact meaning of some of it

(and also at one point Ratchet scared the shit out of them by having a "camouflage panic" because he suddenly realised that no his mates do not have chromatophores and therefore cannot hide themselves as efficiently and this means they are easily spotted by Enemies and this is Not Good so whoever's currently carrying the eggs spent several days getting constantly dragged into the shadows of the tank or peppered in sand/silt/small shells/etc. by Ratchet in an instinctively overwhelming desire to Hide The Carrier lmao)

This could also be a temporary dramatic issue where his mates don't know why he's not touching them etc. for a little while and it turns out it's because Ratchet can produce certain toxins like tetrodotoxin (the shit that makes blue ring octopi so dangerous) and for a few days there he just can't control it, he's effectively extremely venomous for a bit because it's an instinctive thing he does to make himself more dangerous in case any predators approach his mates during the peak of breeding season-- But his mates are fish so he could potentially hurt them too!!! Oh fuck!!!

but it's fine, he naturally breaks the toxin down after like a week and then they all have Extra Good Doin It Times because they couldn't bone for a whole week and that's unbearable during mating season lmao (which is good because his tentacles were extra vibrant during that week and everyone found it Very Hot)

Anyway I'm asexual, sorry if this isn't horny enough. I just appreciate the vibes. lmao

oh that’s good. Ratchet having different body language and instinctual responses since he’s an octopus-person and the rest of them are, with some species differences, fish, causing a few misunderstandings and also incredible sexy times. 

mhmmm i really like the thought of mating season coming in and Ratchet immediately secreting deadly toxins which wouldn’t hurt another octo-mer but would absolutely decimate his partners and now he’s completely cut off from them for a while, pretending he’s okay with listening to them fucking every night, as if his array wasn’t throbbing the entire time. His mates are then subject to an extremely horny octo-mer once the toxin breaks down and he can finally get some transfluid flowing between them...

Also consider... Ratchet, in his post-toxin frenzy, managing to knock up all three of his mates somehow. Now he’s the sole sire in the tank and it turns his threat displays from mildly creepy to the staff to absolutely-the-fuck-no. No one is to approach the tank. The guy who brings the food barely makes it in before he’s already running. Ratchet has to climb up on the little platform and grab the food for his mates because it’s usually left right there by the door. He has now turned from the older, docile mer who occasionally chats with the staff into a goddamn, eight-tentacled menace.

[cokowiii]

Not to mimic anon from 12 minutes ago but I also thought your name was a dick joke cause I read it as "cockowin" like cock 'o' ween (as in weiner)

That would’ve been funny as shit….why didn’t I think of this..

[simpjaes]

I know that anon meant like HUGE GARGANTUAN MONSTER PUSSY SHREDDING COCK!!!!!! SIZE

Heeseung’s, for example😝

TOP HUGE GARGANTUAN MONSTER PUSSY SHREDDING COCK IN ENHYPEN:

heeseung (length/9.5 incher)

jay (girth/ big biscuit can)

sunghoon (smaller than both but still huge and is a balance between both/ perfect weiner)

jake (thick at the base, thin at the top, lonk/ easy to deep throat and suffocate on)

[pumpkinsy0]

Fluffy rainy day papercut hcs? If that makes sense LMAO

dw anon, i get what u mean, we like dis🤞🏽

•i think they both like 2 different types of outside when it rains, ponys more of the “sunshine peaking out through the trees, the leaves still have some raindrops on them, animals r out” type and curlys the “the storms rolling in, everything is closed, and the street lights r shining the pathways, its a lil foggy” type

•they both love summer rain, for literally every other type of rain theyd rather be inside to enjoy, but SUMMER RAIN???? let these bad boys outside,,,they r gnawing on the door handle begging to b freed

•they r NOT dancing in the rain, im sorry to everyone who thought they were, they dont mind getting wet, but the amount of water that would get on them if they were to do that would annoy tf outta them more than anything

•pony would b perfectly fine inside, he likes doing puzzles and drawing and shit like that, but curly HATESSSS feeling cooped up, he doesnt wanna b outside but he doesnt wanna b inside, help him pls

•neither of them carry a fucking umbrella, they use curlys leather jacket as coverage

•if they see a window w condensation u can bet ur bottom dollar theyre doodlin on that thing, ponys just drawing smiley faces and curlys drawing weiners over it

•theres this soc who has a rain drum in their garden, and curly saw that pony rlly liked the sound, so one day he just stole that thing and whips it out when it rains so him and pony could just listen to it, curly says its stupid but he cant stop looking at it

•curly loves looking at the lil snails and worms that pop out after it rains, he picks them up from the sidewalk and plops them on the leaves or some grass nearby, pony teases him for it a lil

•they both like the night time bc its quiet, its like they have the whole world to themselves, so if pony cant sleep, maybe they just go out for a drive

•pony writes poems when it rains and curly calls him ‘shakesqueer’😭😭

•ik once they got sick bc they were in the rain for too long and they were both arguing going “i told u we shoulda just went inside” “oh will u fuck off already” and they let out the wettest of coughs😭😭

•they both take their hair very seriously, if one of em even feels a DROP of rain they r booking it under the cover of some shops