#whatsup assholes

[pluto-on-mars]

“Its always been you”

I wrote this for a friend, but I decided to post so enjoy Rodrick Heffley fucking you in a bathroom folks. Also if anyone wants to commission anything HIT ME UP!

Rodrick Heffley x AFAB! reader (18+ Minors DNI)

Includes: Fingering (f! receiving), drunk sex, p in v

Word count: 2,567

The party was loud, the atmosphere thick with fun and desperation, which of the two you were was lost to you as you crept through the hallways, drunken bodies pressed against you and almost spilling what was left in your solo cup.

You were trying to find your friend, a common thing that seems to happen to you despite your attempts to get it to stop. But ever the lover boy, Rodrick always got swept up in the crowd once Heather Hills was spotted, leaving you in the shadow of her spotlight. You knew this was going to happen, and you didn’t even want to go to this stupid party!

Rodrick could be terribly convincing when he wanted to be, unfortunately, promises to stay with you this time spilling from his pretty lips, and you couldn’t do anything but say yes. It was stupid, you were stupid, having a crush on a boy who didn’t necessarily want nothing to do with you, but he certainly didn’t want you in that way.

Stepping into the kitchen, you found who you were looking for, and you downed the rest of your drink as a result. It was the same as always, Rodrick trying, and failing, to impress Heather, but it was still a sight you couldn’t bear to see.

“ ‘Scuse me.” You grumbled, trying to reach the liquor that resided behind the pair.

“ Oh sorr-heyyyyy whatsup?” Rodrick, clearly drunk, slurred out once he recognized it was you.

“ Same as always.” You couldn’t help but be a little snippy, already having talked about how you didn’t like how he just left your side at a party, especially one that he convinced you to go to.

“ Oh-Heather wait!” He scurried past you, flashing you a smile as he chased the “girl of his dreams”.

Arguably a little bit too pissed off at how he left you again, you poured yourself another drink after taking a shot. Maybe it was a bad decision, trying to put out the flames of your anger with alcohol, but your already tipsy brain didn’t have any care to give.

You left the kitchen, body instinctively going towards the vibrations of the bass, following the music to the living room where it was the loudest. You got lost in the sea of bodies, chugging your drink occasionally while your hips swayed as you let the music overtake you.

Eventually your cup ran dry, you frowned once you knocked your head back, and realized you were met with nothing. You were certainly feeling it though, and that fact compelled you to want to get another one. With the room spinning, and you definitely stumbling, you made your way back to the kitchen. Pouring yourself one more, you rested on the counter for a bit, cool tile pressing against your hot back feeling nice as you indulged, nursing your drink as a means to not feel out of place.

Unfortunately, your peace didn’t last long, some asshole tripping into you, spilling your drink down your shirt, and effectively ruining your night. Still drunk, you wandered to the bathroom that unfortunately had a line. Deciding to go upstairs to continue your search, you found Ben.

“ If you find Rodrick, tell him I’m leaving.” And that was all you hissed out before you slammed the bathroom door, not even caring to answer his questions.

Gripping the counter as you looked into the mirror, you glared back at yourself, bad decisions catching up to you as now all the emotions you were drowning out seemed to come to the surface. Roughly grabbing a wad of toilet paper, you started dabbing it against your shirt.

“ Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You chanted, getting more pissed as each word continued to leave your mouth.

Angry tears dotted your eyes, and that made you feel even worse.

“ I know I shouldn’t have gone to this fucking party oh my god.” You rambled, rubbing your shirt harshly as you started to realize it was going to stain.

Slam

“What the fuck!” The bathroom door swinging open was the last you expected as you yelled out.

“ What's wrong, why are you leaving?” His voice reached you before you realized it was him, and you hated how you couldn’t stop your heart fluttering at his presence.

“ Don’t you have something else to worry about?” You snarled out, alcohol making you much more confrontational than you would be.

“ What? No, why would I-” Rodrick stepped in more, closing the door behind him, and looking down at your soaked shirt.

“ Please I’m surprised you aren’t too busy with Heather right now.” Words spewed from your tongue, and you knew you were going to regret this later with the direction it’s going.

“ No, never, you know I care about you c’mon.” Normally these words coming from him would work, but you were just so over everything, you just couldn’t be bothered. You needed to shout, you needed to yell, you needed to express your pent up frustration, and Rodrick was sure as hell going to hear it.

“ Do you though?” Your question hung in the air, tone biting, and you continued before he got the chance to speak.

“ It’s always Heather with you, Heather this, Heather that, always Heather fucking Hills!” You exclaimed, shoving your hands in the air, wad of tissue dropping into a sad lump on the floor.

“ You care until she’s there, and suddenly you're nowhere to be seen, even though I’ve told you Rodrick.” You were close to him now, finger pressed to his chest as you glared at him, despite your wavering stance.

He fidgeted, looking down at your finger before sighing, clasping the hand pointed against him gently, he used his other hand to run a hand through his hair.

“ It was never Heather.” He muttered out, words slightly slurred as he looked down at your hand in his.

Your mind raced, waiting for the words that could come out of his mouth, trying to stop yourself from foolish hope at what that might entail.

“ I only ‘liked’ her for so long cus you were never into me.” He trailed off, eyes darting around the bathroom as you slowly processed his words.

“ Are you being forreal right now?” You stuttered dumbly, mind not being able to comprehend this wasn’t some stupid drunken delusion and that this was very much real.

A nod was all you needed before you made your next decision, fueled by liquid courage, you couldn't help but tease.

“ God Rodrick, you’re so stupid.” Was all you said before you tugged on the neckline of his shirt, his lips crashing into yours as you got the kiss you’ve longed for god knows how long.

His hands seemed to instinctively find your hips, and you hummed into the kiss, pulling his bottom lip into your mouth, you steadied yourself against him. His grip tightened, and you moved along with him as he placed you onto the bathroom counter.

He was between your legs now, and you hooked your legs around his waist. You gripped his shirt tighter as he bit your lip, pulling him into you as a means to deepen the kiss. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip and you obliged, parting your mouth to feel his tongue against yours.

Arms resting around his shoulders, and hands going to his surprisingly soft hair, you shuddered once you felt his once stationary hands trail up your thighs. He pulled away with uncharacteristic softness, and you could feel his breath fan across your lips as he looked into your eyes. Just as you were about to close the short distance, his head dipped into the crook of your neck, wet kisses left in his wake as your breath grew shaky.

Head spinning not just from the alcohol but also with how hot it was getting in the room. Feeling as though you were burning up under his touch, Rodrick lifted the hem of your shirt, and you helped him get the rest off.

“ Thank god, that thing was fucking soaked.” You sighed in relief, cold air feeling nice against your skin as you unclasped your bra.

“ Yeah I bet that's not the only thing.” You could feel the chuckle against your neck, and you laughed along despite how warm your face grew at how right he probably was.

His short nails managed to drag across your skin just right as you straightened up at the sensation, and you jolted at him pulling you closer to the edge of the counter so you could press against the bulge in his jeans.

His hands stilled as your hips bucked, a muffled groan coming from his throat as his head began to go lower to your chest. Rodrick’s presence was overwhelming, he was licking, sucking, and biting what he could get his mouth on, and occupied what he couldn’t with his surprisingly skilled hands.

Your mind was racing, your head was fuzzy, and you were growing more desperate by the second.

“ Rodrick I swear to god if you don’t get a move on I’m going to explode.” You practically begged, voice having a slight needy whine to it, and you figured you would kill him if he decided to tease you on it after the fact.

“ God calm down, hardly even done anything yet.” He teased, hands drifting down to your inner thigh.

“ That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” You groaned out, biting your lips in order to bite back the embarrassingly loud moan that would’ve left you as his hand grazed you through your underwear.

“ Jeez alright, alright.” Rodrick smirked down at you, maliciously complying as he pulled them to the side gathering your wetness with his fingers all before shoving them inside you.

“ God fuck- Rodrick!” You were grateful for the loud atmosphere of the party, shout lost in the rest of the noise.

You gripped his shoulders, legs trembling from the initial shock. Rodrick didn’t seem to want to give you a moment to breathe, setting a pace that could only be described as fast, and something made to make you loud. You couldn’t stay quiet even if you wanted to, moans spilling from your lips even though you tried to be mindful.

“ I was right by the way.” He teased, looking down at you while you stared back, face growing impossibly warmer at how he seemed to be entirely focused on you and your reactions.

“ Wha-huh?” Was all you could mewl out through the sensation of his fingers inside you.

“ You’re soaked.” He grinned wolfishly, making his pace harder, and you cried out as you clenched around him.

“ And you called me stupid, you can barely even speak right now.” His tone was downright sinful and his words only built up your continually arising arousal.

“ ‘S not fair, you’re not getting fucked right now-” you managed to get out between pants,” ‘S your fault!” You protested weakly, words falling from your lips before you could even process them.

“ My fault?” He scoffed, amused as he didn’t break his unrelenting rhythm.

“ Just like it's my fault for taking so long to realize you liked me?” He said, and you could pick up on the slight softness, like he was asking for confirmation, and you didn’t hesitate to give it to him.

Nodding profusely, you let the words you’ve always thought to say tumble from your mouth,” I’ve liked you for so-fuck-so so long!”

He hummed, smiling down at you as he picked up the pace,” Oh really? How long have you liked me, pretty?”

You could feel heat pool to your abdomen, and your legs tightened around his waist,” ‘M gonna cum fuck.”

“ No, answer first.” He said bluntly, however his fingers didn’t seem to slow.

“ Shit I don’t know.” You blurted, mind frazzled as you couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure.

“ Think for me baby you got it.” Rodrick cooed, his left hand tracing gentle circles into your thigh.

“ Okayyy- ever since-fuck- ever since the begining of this year.” You managed to whine out before your legs began to shake.

“ Wow this year? That’s a long time.” He smiled, at your words, fondness dripping from his tone.

You would’ve smiled back, but his left hand moved from your thigh to your clit, rubbing it much more intensely than where it once was.

“ Such a good girl, cum for me.” He purred knowing just how close you were.

Coming down and swallowing your moans with a kiss that turned frantic as you eagerly reciprocated; you felt your orgasm crash over you in one big wave, dissolving into pleasure as your grip around him tightened.

Pace slowing as he rode you through your orgasm, in your clarity you fumbled for his belt buckle, the metal cold in your grip as you tried to take it off. Not breaking the kiss, Rodrick’s hands came down to help you, his jeans falling to the ground as you both parted to gasp for air.

In one swift movement Rodrick’s hands guided your hips, sinking you down onto his dick. Your simultaneous moans filled the air as Rodrick seemed to still for a second, needing a moment to collect himself. The sudden moving of his hips caused any teasing to die on your tongue as your breath hitched.

“ Fuck you feel so good.” Rodrick babbled, various noises falling past his lips, failing to maintain his composure despite his demeanor earlier.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, too lost in the rhythmic thrusts that had you seeing stars. Rodrick didn’t seem to mind though, filling in for your lack of responses with words of his own.

“ Can’t believe it took me so long to realize you liked me back.” Both of his hands were on your hips now, dragging them down to match his thrusts.

You were lost in the pleasure at this point, already sensitive from your last orgasm, your senses were overwhelmed, and you couldn’t do anything but take what Rodrick was giving you.

“ Glad you finally did.” You cried out, already feeling the buildup for a second climax approaching.

“ Fuck.” You breathed out, Rodrick’s hips beginning to slam into you harder.

Arms going up to drape across his shoulders, you clung to him, needing to ground yourself with everything going on. His pace grew erratic, getting lost in you as he began to approach his rapidly building high. The same could be said for yourself, voice growing in volume as various curses flew from your lips.

Nails digging into his back, you gripped him tighter, you could hear your name slip past his lips as you moaned his. Hips coming to a slow stop, the sound of you both trying to catch your breath filled the room.

“ Still gonna leave?” Rodrick huffed, slipping back into his jeans as he looked at you.

“ Shirts still soaked.” You said simply, and you were absolutely going home after that, you were getting tired.

“ Wanna come back to my place with me?” You asked, hopping off the counter and looking for the wet pile that was your shirt.

“ Hell yeah.”

[colbyskies]

Taste Your Love

Tom Kaulitz x male reader 3k words

Where Tom and M/n are in the hot bus all by themselves and things get a little heated

It is so hot on the tour bus, too hot. The AC broke two days ago and despite everything the band has been telling David, he won’t book any hotels. “We should save money if you want the AC fixed.” The second Tom heard those words leave his mouth, he cussed him out. Everyone is sick of David's shit but they have to put up with it if they want to keep their image. 

They always second guess his every move, wondering if thy just want to torture the five boys into doing whatever he wanted him to. He was always bitchy about the way Bill looked or the way the G’s hardly talked during interviews. Always pushing the image of Tom being a man whore. In all honesty it is annoying, but at least he is giving them a couple days off hot ass bus or not, they hardly get days off these days. Always too busy with interviews, photoshoots, or shows. But tonight is the one night they get to actually do what they want to do without their dickhead manager breathing down their necks. 

Bill, Georg, and Gustav have left Tom and M/n on the bus alone. They went partying or that’s what they told the two boys at least. All of them were confused when they turned it down but it is just too damn hot to be in a clusterfuck of people.

Both Tom and M/n sit on the couch playing video games, getting hotter by the minute. The pedestal fan in front of them only blows hot air onto their already overheating bodies.

“God.” M/n groans, pulling his black shirt from his body, the shirt practically sticking to every part of him. “How are you wearing all of that?” He directs his question towards Tom, who is wearing his clothes from earlier that day. His baggy jeans still heavy on his lower half, a large white shirt, matching his bandana and hat. M/n could see the beads of sweat from his forehead and the way his shirt stuck to his body making it tighter than any clothing M/n has ever seen on Tom.

“I don't know, I was too engrossed in the game,” Tom replies, taking off his hat and bandana letting his dreads fall to his shoulders before putting them up into a bun to keep them off his neck. He removes his shirt next, pulling off the sticky item and throwing it into the pile M/n had created on the floor in front of them. “It's too hot for any of this, I cant believe David won't get us a hotel.” Tom begins to undo the belt holding up his pants. M/n watching his every move, from the way his hand flexes as he pulls the belt loose to the way his abs move with every push of his pants off his body. “It’s bullshit. He’s an asshole.” M/n hums in response, too scared to talk when Tom is looking very alluring only in his boxers. 

He’s seen his body before since they always change in front of each other, but he’s never examined him before. The way sweat rolls from his chest and traces each muscle on his toned stomach makes him think thoughts he’s never thought about Tom before. Subconsciously, he licks his lips, flicking his tongue against his lip piercing, wanting nothing more than to feel Tom’s piercing against his own. 

“M/n?” Tom’s voice snaps him out of his trance pulling him back to the scene before him. “Whatsup?” His response is quick and slurred, something Tom doesn’t miss but ignores. 

“Staring is rude.” Tom remarks, smirking and playing with his lip piercing. M/n knows exactly what that look is, it’s a look he has given to many women, especially interviewers. If he looks at anyone that way, everyone knows exactly what he wants. 

“Sorry.” M/n turns away with a blush, picking up his remote to start the game again, ready to kick Tom's ass once more. Tom hums in response, picking up his own remote and beginning to play as well. 

“Your face is heating up, is it something I said?” Tom suddenly said, pulling M/n out of his focus. 

“No, just the heat,” M/n stutters with a smile on his face, trying to keep his eyes on Tom's face instead of trailing them across his body. Tom moves closer to him, causing his face to flush red again, they’re practically touching. Tom’s bare body is pressed against his, almost pinning him against the arm of the couch. “You can look, you know.” Fuck if Tom keeps talking to him like this he won’t be able to control the reaction is provokes. 

“I think this is unfair.” Tom mumbles causing M/n to raise his eyebrow. “This..” Tom gestures to his lack of pants and M/n who is still wearing his. “Can I?” Tom asks, hovering his hand above his belt, M/n leans back without a word allowing Tom to undo his buckle with nervous shaky hands. Tom’s never done this with a guy before, the thought hits M/n as Tom is struggling to work the button to his jeans. 

“Hey.” M/n rests his hand on Tom’s pulling it away from his pants, instead bringing his lips to the others. Brushing them slightly together and allowing Tom to take the next step if he wants to, not wanting to force his own desires onto him. Though he’s still confused by his own want for Tom. 

Tom breathes heavily before pressing his lips against the others, M/n instantly taking the lead. Holding the back of Tom’s neck with one hand while the other rested on his hip. Tom doesn’t know what to do with his hands until M/n moves them to wrap around his neck, the other quickly putting his hand into M/n’s hair. A feeling he never knew he wanted to feel until the smooth hair is in his palm. 

Tom pushes M/n away, “No, we shouldn’t what if-” M/n cuts him off by kissing him again, Tom moaning loudly into his mouth and the other pulls him in closer by his waist. Deepening the kiss, M/n sucks on Tom’s bottom lip causing the other to whimper before diving in for more. 

The kiss quickly becomes heated, the heat around them growing even hotter as they can’t keep their hands off each other. M/n’s hand trails into Tom’s hair, dropping the band holding up his locks causing them to fall over his shoulders, but Tom doesn’t care. He moves close to M/n, almost sitting in his lap as he delved deeper into the kiss. 

Tom has never kissed a guy before, but it is better than he could’ve ever imagined. M/n is skilled with his mouth, the way he licks his lips begging him to open his mouth or the way his studded tongue piercing brushes against Tom's bare one. The coldness of the piercing is shocking at first but slowly growing familiar the more the other explores his mouth. 

Tom definitely didn’t expect to be kissing his best friend tonight, but he also didn’t expect his best friend to go further. 

M/n moves his kisses from his mouth to his jawline then to his neck. Tilting back Tom’s head with only a few fingers, giving Tom the space to move if it is too much. It’s perfect. The way M/n’s tongue laps over his clavicle, bitting a little at the conjunction, pulling a moan from the back of Tom’s throat. 

Tom hates being dominated, but right now it seems fine. He loves the way M/n has him under his control. The way each kiss makes him more dizzy and the more he sucks the harder his cock gets. The more desperate he grows, it’s been a long time since he had a lay, that’s what he’ll blame it on instead of his own unlawful desire for his best friend to use him to fulfill any fantasy. 

M/n’s kisses travel further, pushing Tom down onto the couch the further he goes. His shoulder, his collarbone, his peck, the second M/n puts his nipple into his mouth is the second he knows why all girls love when he does it. M/n swirls his tongue around the bud perfectly, dragging long moans from Tom, the other pressing his dull nails into his shoulders. Desperately trying to pull him closer, the much needed air he needs pulled from him with each lick and bite. 

He doesn’t leave his other nipple abandoned, playing with it between his fingers until the one in his mouth is sore and hard before moving to the one in his hand. M/n does the same thing, swirling it with his tongue, biting it gently with his teeth, but this time he drags his piercing against it causing Tom to flinch at the sudden coldness hitting his already hard nipple. A whimper falls from his mouth, he’s never made noises like these before. Not for anyone. Not when a groupie sucked his dick with so much passion it had him coming undone in mere seconds or when he stuck his dick into someone so tight he was worried he wouldn't fit. Never. 

M/n trails his kisses further down Tom’s torso until he gets to his waistband. Dipping his fingers slightly underneath almost to ask if Tom is okay with it, when Tom thrusted his hips into M/n he took that as his sign that it is okay. Yet, just to be sure, asks Tom anyway. 

“Are you sure you want this Tom?” M/n asks, his fingers staying slightly under his boxers rubbing small circles into Tom’s sensitive skin above his dick. 

“Please. God. M/n please, fuck. Please touch me.” Tom whimpers, thrusting his hips into M/n again trying to build friction. To do anything to help his aching cock. 

M/n smirks, removing his hand, “Where would you like me to touch you Tom?” His hands trail up Tom’s sweaty torso, flicking his nipples eliciting a moan from the other. “Here?” M/n kisses Tom’s neck, sucking a bruise into his skin. When he pulls away he presses his finger into it, knowing it hurts, but just enough that it will have Tom squirming beneath him. “Here?” M/n asks again, receiving a whimper in response. “You’re gonna have to use your words Tom.” M/n trickles his hands back down Tom’s torso before pressing his palm firming onto Tom’s clothed cock. “Or here?” The action causes Tom to jolt and breathe heavier. 

“Fuck please M/n. Touch me everywhere, I don't care. Use me. Touch my cock while you praise me. Please. Fuck. I just need you.” Tom whimpers with his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the pillow resting against the arm rest. M/n is shocked, the response definitely not something he was expecting but something that he loved and would serve with everything he has. 

“Anything for you, baby.” M/n whispers huskily into Tom’s ear. He kisses Tom deeply as he removes his pants Tom struggled with earlier, discarding them into their collective pile of clothes. 

M/n holds onto Tom’s hips before he removes his boxers. Their lips still attached he grabs the waistband and pulls them off Tom, the other slightly helping but ultimately put under his spell only able to lazily lift his hips and kick them off. M/n pulls away from the kiss to remove his own, yet is pulled back into it by Tom, holding his head firmly against his wanting nothing more to devour M/n.

“You're moving too slow, please. I need to feel you.” Tom begs, pulling M/n impossibly closer, pressing their bare cocks together. Both of them groan at the sensation traveling down their spines.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” M/n whispers against Tom’s lips before getting up and running to his bag. He grabs what he needs before returning to a naked and desperate Tom. He looks so submissive squirming against the leather of the couch, pulling at his cock and whimpering. 

“What’s that for?” Tom asks, eyeing the lube in M/ns hand. Suddenly M/n is reminded that Tom has never had sex with another guy before. 

“I have to prep you so it doesn’t hurt. This makes it easier.” The simplest explanation M/n could give, Tom just nods, a bit worried. “Don’t worry baby, it won’t hurt. It might be a bit uncomfortable at first but you can tell me whatever you need from me, okay?” Tom nods again, biting his lip as M/n lathers up three fingers with the lube. 

M/n trails kisses from his neck to his hips, kissing each side before taking the tip of Tom's cock into his mouth. Reveling in the way Tom’s breath catches in the back of his throat as he takes him further. The cold stud of his piercing pressed against the underside of Tom’s cock sent electric shocks through his body, if M/n keeps this up he won’t be able to stop himself from coming. 

M/n gently rubs the muscle surrounding Tom’s hole, wanting him to relax as much as possible before he starts to prep him. Once he feels that he is ready, he inserts his index finger, letting Tom get used to the feeling before moving. 

It feels awkward at first, you never imagine yourself with someone else's fingers in your ass. You don't even imagine yourself with your own fingers in your ass, but Tom waits for the awkwardness to leave, mainly distracted by the tongue teasing the head of his cock. It is when M/n inserts a second finger that the sting of being stretched registers. He hisses trying his best to stay relaxed and not force out M/ns fingers. 

M/n releases Tom's cock from his mouth, “Are you okay, baby?” M/n asks, concerned. “Yeah, keep going.” Tom replies, the grimace on his face not leaving until a few seconds later when M/n brushes against something soft inside of him. Tom lets out a loud moan at the pleasure launched through his body and to his cock, surprising himself from the noise he made. 

M/n takes this as a sign to insert a third finger, stretching Tom out as much as he can. 

“I’m ready, please M/n. I need you.” Tom whines, looking M/n directly in the eyes. M/n groans at Tom’s words, his cock jumping in excitement at the thought of bottoming out inside the other. 

He pulls out a condom and is about to undo it when Tom stops him. “Please, I want to feel all of you. We’re both clean, please, M/n.” M/n can’t resist the pleading look on his face as he drops the condom and applies lube to his aching cock, stroking it a few times before angling himself at Tom’s entrance. 

He pushes himself in slowly until he bottoms out, groaning at the grip Tom has around his cock. His hands softly caress Tom's hips, trying to get him to adjust faster. He doesn’t know how long he can take it just sitting with his cock being warmed by Tom. 

“You can move.” M/n almost sighs in relief at Tom’s words as he begins to move slowly in and out of Tom. He leans down to kiss him deeply, picking up speed encouraged by Tom’s blissful sounds. 

“Ahh..Fuck..Faster..” Tom moans, holding onto M/n’s shoulders tightly, digging his nails into the skin. M/n complies moving at a rapid pace, Tom’s head lulls back as M/n hits his prostate over and over. Almost overstimulating him to the point where he can’t control any noises he makes. His whines and whimper can be heard throughout the whole bus. Tom has never been more grateful to turn down his brother's offer of going out tonight.

Tom feels his release building up in his stomach as his legs shake from this hold around M/n’s waist. “Mmm close.” He mumbles, no longer able to kiss M/n through it, his pleasure far too distracting. “Me too.” M/n pants from above him, moving at animalistic speeds, breaking Tom into a million pieces. 

Both of them fall over the edge together, Tom coating the two of them with his come and M/n coating Tom’s insides. M/n huffs in exhaustion falling over Tom to catch his breath before pulling out of Tom. Tom whimpers at the suddenly open space. M/n gets up, leaving Tom confused, but the confusion disappears when he comes back with a towel to clean Tom up and a glass of water. 

“Thank you.” Tom whispers, his voice hoarse. He almost drinks the entire glass in one gulp. 

“We should move to the bedroom in the back before the guys get back.” M/n tells Tom, taking the glass back from him to get him some more water. 

“You’re right.” Tom says, trying to stand up, only to be met by shooting pain up his spine. “Fuck.” His face contorts in pain trying to haul himself to the back of the bus. 

“Hey, be careful. Here let me help you.” M/n grabs Tom and pulls him into his embrace before lifting him and carrying him to the back of the bus and laying him on the bed. “I’ll be back, I’m just going to go and clean up and get you some advil.” Tom nodded in response, too tired to verbally respond. 

A few minutes later M/n returns with a bottle of pills and a larger glass of water. He locks the door behind him and gives Tom the items in his hands before laying on the bed beside him. “Is this okay?” He asks, wrapping his arms around Tom—spooning him. To which Tom responds by turning over in his embrace to further press himself into the warmth. Despite it being hot as balls, he loves the comfort M/n brings and quickly falls asleep in his arms. 

[jander-daily]

DAY 74

Whatsup my Jander Luvers <33333333

(God that line is so cheesy but I love saying it hgcydtsfgur)

Today I’m going to tell you why I love Jander

Disclaimer:I ship this ship more platonically than romantically , so most of my reasons will not be based on the romantic potential between the two.Of course I still like the romantic dynamic between the two,I just think their relationship being platonic adds more complexity to Jake’s and Zander’s relationships with other characters.

1-SPITE

Ok so this reason isn’t that big of a reason but it was the reason i intially shipped it.Back in the wild days of 2020, a lot of TMF fans-and some now-hated Jander and preferred Lander.Remember that Lander vs Jander shipping war across the fandom?Yeah

Anyways I started shipping Jander because of it.I read a few fanfics,some good,some bad,and really enjoyed the ship!

2-Their potential

Do you know how much I wish Zander was more of an antagonist in the music freaks?Well you can’t because I REALLY WISHED HE ACTUALLY POSED A THREAT OTHER THAN EP 2 AND 9😭😭😭.Zander has sooo many reasons to hate Jake and yet after episode two he barely challenges him at all.Jake and Zander also become friends around episode 8ish and yet we NEVER get to see it that much of them talking

Imagine if Hailey forced Zander to hang out with Jake more and then when Zander starts getting chummy with him he’s confused.Like,“How tf am I conversing with this asshole,and why tf is he just…not as bad as I thought!?”.

Jake on the other hand would desperately want to be Zander’s friend. “If I’m going to be part of the music club for a month,might aswell fix any bad blood,right?”He would try his hardest; doing small favours for him,paying extra attention to his rambles etc.And then in the an another universe,he catches feelings.My au story for this is in my unfinished fanfic btw.(See day 70 on my blog)

Imagine how much worse Ep 9 and 10 would be if Jake had a crush on Zander.Imagine Jake pining for Zander well after Zander and Luke start dating.Imagine Zander noticing Jake doing lots of things for him and wondering if he loves him like that.Imagine Zander seeing Jake as a close friend;a platonic soulmate even,and yet still being terrified of him dating Hailey because of his past.Just imagine!!!

[tieflingbi]

death mention tw under the cut

my grandfather died last night and instead of sending me a message like "grandpa passed away in the hospital just now" my mother fucking sends me some blurry-ass pictures of some monitors and ??? what i assume is a picture of my grandfather's dead body in his hospital bed ????? like i'm sorry ??????? i have a picture of my grandfather's corpse on my phone now what am i even supposed to do with that

and she didn't even tell me he was in the hospital to begin with!!! i only found that out because my aunt casually mentioned it a few days ago in a totally unrelated conversation so for all my mother knows, i didn't even know he was hospitalized in the first place

i also gotta be honest i'm not really that torn up about his loss, while i do have some few fond memories, for most of my life he was a horrible, selfish asshole who did not give a shit about anyone else except himself and after i finally snapped at him like five years ago we have barely talked at all

idk if that makes me a bad person, maybe it does, maybe it don't, but just

i'm still livid over my mom sending me these pictures and leaving me to figure out what's even happening. if i hadn't read her whatsup status i would have no context. like???? sending pictures of your dead relatives WHO DOES THAT?! insane!!!!! and then i wonder why i am mentally ill with family like this lmaoo

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

Whatsup squad I feel like an asshole

[thatonegaybastard]

TThe lurzar is dead haha funny meme

Lurzar: 1A DA DA DA DA DA

Lurzar: 1T 1S GOOD DAY TO BE NOT DEAD

Zerzia: POW *shoots lurzar* You are dead

Lurzar: AAAAAAUGH 1 AM DEAD.

Zerzia: Hehehehehhhh

Olly: ba ba bum bum ba dum ba bum

Zerzia: Aw zhucks *throws gun on ground*

Olly: *GASP* the lurzar is dead!

Lurzar: YES, 1 AM DEAD

Olly: /why/ is the lurzar dead?

Zerzia: I dunno

Lurzar: 1 TH1NK 1T WAS-

Zerzia and Olly: Zhh you are dead

Lurzar: OK

Jay: whatsup you wankies! who's up for a rap ba- WHOAH! what the heck just happened?!

Olly: the lurzar's dead.

Jay: THE LURZARS DEAD????

Olly: correct! :)

*celebration and applause*

Jay: :D

Olly: so, did you see the murderer?

Jay and Zerzia: no, zorry mate

Olly: *smacks hand on table* i will find them, i will /capture/ them, and then NO ONE WILL EVER DIE AGAIN!

Jay: oh well that's nice *applause*

Zerzia: Damn proud right now *also applause*

Jess: AAAATTTTEEEEENNNNTTTTTIIIIOOOONNNN!!!! The Lurzar is dead!!!!!

Olly: we know

Jess: Who killed him ????

Olly: we don't know

Jess: I will find clues ! *sniffs on the ground like a fucking dog* what's that? *grabs a gun* a weapon! That thing is why the Lurzar is dead!!!!

Olly, Jay, Zerzia: THE LURZAR IS DEAD?!

Jess: YES!!!! HE D I E D

Olly, Jay, Zerzia: 😰😰😰

Susan: INCOMING! *runs over jess with ambulance* MOVE! NOW! *shoves everyone out of the way and kisses lurzar on the nose*

Lurzar: *starts rising* HAHAAAA- *dies again*

Susan: In my medical opinion, THE LURZAR IS DEAD!

Jay: doc? what happened??

Susan: My professional opinion; *slams table* THE LURZAR WAS KILLED!

Olly: oh god

Everyone: *general commotion*

Susan: I don't think it's anything to worry about.

Olly: well what now?

Lizzos: CLIPPITY CLOP MOTHERFUCKERS >:D

Jay: oh COME ON

Lizzos: look at THIS! the freaking lurzars DEAD!! >:0

Everyone:

Lizzos: what do you think of that? :}

Everyone:

Lizzos: um

Jay: yes, yes, lizzos?

Lizzos: yeah?

Jay: GO HOME

Romzis: *makes a funny noise with the car horn*

Lizzos: oh SERIOUSLY!!! PHHHHHHBT *gets in the car* freaking unbelievable seriously you guys all suc-

Romzis: *crashes the god damn car*

Jay: ok lets get back to the point

Lurzar: 1 TH1NK LURZARS DEAD

Everyone: THE LURZAR IS DEAD????

Susan: OH NO, LIZZOS, I'LL HEAL YOU- *EXPLODES*

Lurzar: SER1OUS1Y? WHO K1LLED LURZAR

Drizee: it w44s *sips beer* me!

Everyone: *gasp!*

Drizee: I did it *drinks more beer* like this! *shoots jay*

Jay: AAAAAAAAUGH

Drizee: WHOOP DE DOO!!

Jay: *really dead*

Olly: 😨

Drizee: *sip* th44ts 44 joke l44ds.

Olly and Zerzia because they're the only fucking people alive: 😂

Drizee: *LOUD BURP* it w44s- *burp* her! *points at zerzia*

Olly: *GASP*

Zerzia: How did you know

Drizee: I didnt *BURP* t44t w44s 44 joke too! *chugs beer*

Zerzia: .....Heheheheheh HAHAHAHAHA

Zerzia: Thatz right it waz me

Olly: you monster!

Lurzar: BUT WHYYYYYYYYYYY?

Zerzia: Cuz you're an asshole boy

Lurzar: WHAT!

Zerzia: And another thing youre Ugly

Lurzar: ZERZ1A STOP

Zerzia: What were you even thinking trying to play by yourzelf

Lurzar: ZERZ1A YOURE SO FUCK1NG RUDE! 1TS NOT FUNNY

Zerzia: A-

Lurzar: ZERZ1-

Zerzia: AWWH dammit Lurzar fuck off You are dead

Lurzar: NO YOU! POW *shoots Zerzia*

Lurzar: HAHA, YOU ARE DEAD! NO B1G SURPR1SE

Olly: well that was idiotic, off to fucking die! WATCH AND LEARN- *DIES*

Lurzar: 1 AM A11VE!

*everyone is dead around him*

Lurzar: 1TS N1CE

[cugzarui]

"this ones a hard nut to crack. thats why we're bringing you in"

"yea yea i know the program"

these dickheads pulled me right when i was getting comfortable...shit i dont get paid enough for this...or well i do but thats only cuz theres no one else like me. a mind reader. they cant afford to lose me. doesn't stop them from pulling me whenever they want under the pretense of urgency

"well lets see what we have here. whats your name asshole"

before they even open their mouth i'll already see their name float into their mind. get a feel for how they think too. ask some more questions and not wait for an answer.

so really...who are you asshole?

did he just call me-hey hot stuff~killmepleasenevergonnagive you up

88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spidernevergonnalet you down88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spiderjosh 88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spider88^88 <- spiderw im hungry. and tired. and i miss my 88^88 <- spiderdown

do dolphins eat their own cheese stupid question o-YO WHATSUP HOMIE the answer is seven but ill treat you right~which means theres seven groups of moth who will EAT MY CHEEZe

"..."

"..."

"are you just gonna keep staring at me?"

"...fuck...yea im gonna just check something real quick"

what the ever loving fuck

There's a cool idea for some OCs in here somewhere...

[dbunicorn]

Maybe if I go to church praise Jesus and dye my hair blond I'll fit in. Whatsup with white women driving around my kids so fast? It's like you have an umbrella shoved up your special ugly entitled white asshole Karen.

[etherseal]

love, simon (2018)  ☼  movie adaptation of the book simon vs the homo sapiens agenda 

@beckyalbertalli: I wanted to share with you all that the Simon movie has a pretty adorable new title. Meet LOVE, SIMON!

[aimeelouart]

cloud from hey asshole voice: hey whatsup everyone welcome to my ff7 letsplay today we gonna speedrun the timetravel fixit route let’s do this shi*passes the HELL out*

[anxious-little-faicye]

Dream SMP members as things my friends and I have said (part 1)

Dream: I may have no excuse but I can still be an asshole.

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Ranboo: ooooo I'm so scared, I'm quaking in all of my gender

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Tubbo: Do four year olds understand glass?

Ranboo: Yes?

Tubbo, confused: But they are four year olds...?

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Philza: Would you like to meet my children? This is Destiel Putin, Pure Ell, and Corona Vi Rus.

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Tommy: On today's episode of "is it my lack of therapy or am I really just that insufferable"

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Describing Ranboo: Imagine if John Mulaney and Ethan Nestor had a child, but give it Trauma.

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Foolish: But what's a "kinradar" guys wait-

Puffy: well, a gaydar but for kinnies, duh

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Wilbur after being revived: Whatsup fuckers I am back from having emotional damage and I will make it everyone else's problem <3

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Sam, texting Phil: PHILZA I NEED BACKUP I'M BEING HARRASED BY THE CHILDREN OF THE GROUP-

Tubbo: silence granpda

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Tommy: Kai my beloved

Tommy: Dream my I Want To Kick You On The Nuts

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Ranboo, in chat:

😜

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👋

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[THE WHIP AND NAE NAE HAS BEEN DONE]

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Fundy: I’m mearly touch starved not depraved, get it right

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Tommy: Why are you into principals tho?

Tubbo: I'm not into principals what-

Tommy: *points at Ranboo* IS IT THE SUIT?

Friends who I just exposed in 4K: @somebodywithawifi @doodling-dog @blueisbored @thatdude-noah

[backtobackbakubabe]

Leaving My Love Behind (part1)

Bakugo X Reader 

Words : 2199

Masterlist

Reader hasn’t seen Bakugo in almost ten years but when her boyfriend goes missing she all but begs him to help her find him and get him back from a notorious gang leader. 

You had been waiting outside this building for almost six hours now. You had been waiting for a certain blonde-haired asshole. You had to admit you were shocked that he was still working. He had never seemed like the desk job type. But after his most recent rampage he was benched until further notice. It was all over the news, which made it that much easier to find him. You’d wait out here all night if you had to. You just needed to talk to him.

Rain started to come down hard and yet you remained. Your eyelids began to droop and still you waited. Your stubbornness knew no limit… unfortunately your exhaustion did. You leaned against the telephone pole behind you and you hugged your jacket closer around you to fight the chill. Shivers wracked your body, but nothing matched the chill that shot down your spine when you heard a familiar husky voice right behind your ear. “What the fuck do you want?”

You hadn’t even realized he had left the building, let alone crept up behind you. Your tired head turned to look at him. It had been years sense you had seen him in person, and you forgot how haunting those red eyes of his where. You refused to cower in his presence, you wouldn’t let him see how scared you were. “I need your help.”

“Wh-“

“And before you can tell me to fuck off… you owe me one, and we both know it.”

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. “I haven’t seen you in almost 10 years. You can’t just show up now and expect me to drop everything to help you! I don’t owe you shit.”

You almost expected him to storm off in a fit of rage, but he just crossed his arms and glared at you. Who was this new Bakugo? He still seemed permanently angry except now he seemed to be a little more… patient? No that couldn’t be right. He didn’t have a patient bone in his body. Yet here he stood, waiting to hear you out.

Your hands balled into fists, “Do I need to remind you of the sacrifices I made back in high school. Do you not remember what I did for you? Have you gotten so-“

His hand gripped your elbow tight enough to leave a bruise, “I fucking…. Remember everything. I’ll ask you one more time. What the fuck do you want?”

You pulled your arm away from him. “I need your help… My boyfriend… Kiyo… he’s gone missing.”  

His palms popped, “And? Go to the police, file a report? What the hell do you want me to do about it?”

An angry tear ran down your cheek. “You think I haven’t already done that?! He’s been missing for over a month and it seems like nobody even cares!”

“Tch… how do you know he didn’t just run away? What if he was just bored or something?”

Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and slapped him. “How dare you? You don’t know him. He would never! He was kidnapped by gang leader who goes by Big Shadow.”

Bakugo’s eyes bulged and you now had his attention. Big Shadow? That was the guy he was investigating before he was put on desk duty. “So that’s why you’re here? Look I can’t help you. That guy is almost impossible to find and even harder to get to. I spent the past year trying to lock that ass hat up and the only thing I have to show for it are several new scars and a temporary demotion.”

You slumped to the ground, “What do you expect me to do? I can’t just give up on him?”

To your surprise he crouched down next to you. “This sucks…. I’m not good with… you know…”

“Emotion?”

“Yeah…Want to go get a drink or something?”

Your watery eyes met his he held a hand out to you, “Look I don’t like asking twice. If you want to sit here in the cold rain and die of heart break… or pneumonia. Then whatever. But I need a drink and if you want to come… I wont stop you.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and let him help you up. This really was a different man then the one you used to know.

You silently followed him to some small local bar down the street. You had never been here before, but then again you didn’t spend a lot of time on this side of town. The rent was too high and the people were too busy.

You took your seat across from him at a somewhat hidden booth in the back. Moments later a waitress came with three fireball shots and placed them in front of Bakugo. “Your usual. Do you want anything to eat this time?”

Bakugo looked at you briefly and then back to the waitress, “Yeah it’s probably going to be a long night. Bring out the appetizer platter and… I guess whatever she wants to drink. Let me guess? You still drinking vodka sprites?”

You almost laughed at the memory of the last time you drank with him as stupid high school punks. “Not for a while, but why not? For old times sake…”

So you drank, and drank some more, and ate all the weird bar food that the waitress continued to bring out. By now you were both on the brink of black out. Doing anything to not feel that empty pit in your stomach. “THAT WAS NOT ME! THAT WAS AAAAALL KIRI’S DOING!” You were going down memory lane from UA. You and Bakugo had been pretty close back then. Well that’s a lie. You hated each other at first. And you didn’t end on a good note either. But the middle… the middle had been nice.

“Oi… dumbass. Use your inside voice…”

“Ooooooh don’t tell me THE BAKUGO is telling ME to UsE mY iNsIdE vOiCe.”

Bakugo smirked, “You wanna know my secret?”

You giggled, “Oooooh secret! Yesssss!”

He moved over to your side of the booth and leaned close to you. Close enough for you to smell his cinnamon shampoo… or maybe it was just all the fireball shots. He turned his head to the side and pulled his hair back to show what looked like a hearing aid. “Tech development team made them for me when I signed with the agency. They’re mostly to protect my ears from more damage. You know because of all of the.” He motioned with his hands and made an explosion noise. “But they also help me hear a little better. Now I don’t have to yell all the time.”

You reached out to touch it, but his hand smacked it away, “Oi look but don’t touch!”

You blushed. “I guess that makes sense. I wonder why no one thought of that before. All this time.. you just couldn’t…. hear.” You started to tear up, your happy mood completely gone.

His eyes grew huge, “No, no, no, no, damnit we came here to avoid the tears. Please stop. Ugh shit!”

You leaned on him and continued to cry. “I’m so sorry Bakugo! For the way things ended between us. It’s all my fault. Just like Kiyo being kidnapped is all my fault. Everything is my fault! I’m the worst!”

He patted the top of your head awkwardly, “Uh… I don’t know what happened with yoyo or whatever but what happened with us wasn’t your fault.” His arm landed on your shoulder when you just kept crying, “And for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re the worst. I mean you’re not exactly on my list of favorite people. But there’s a lot of people worse than you. All for one, Overhaul, Dabi, Deku, murderers, rapists, did I mention Deku?”

You slapped his chest, “His name is Kiyo!”

“Noooo I’m pretty sure it’s Deku.”

You sighed, “No you idiot, my boyfriend. You called him yoyo… his name Kiyo… and he’s missing, and I’m just sitting on my ass getting drunk. I’m useless.” You slammed your fist on the table, “But you know what?! With or without your help I’m going after him!”

Bakugo’s hand mindlessly wandered to the scar hidden beneath his t-shirt, “You’re going to get yourself killed y/n. Please think about this. Have you even kept up with your training? I know you didn’t do the whole hero thing after UA… considering what happened. What are you going to do in a fight? Your quirks not really meant for combat.”

You shrugged, “I don’t care. I’m going to get him back. I’m still in shape. I still got the moves.”

Bakugo groaned, “Okay look. I’ll make you a deal. I will help you look for Keto for exactly two weeks. If we find him great, if we don’t you accept it and let the police handle it.”

You grabbed him by the shirt, “You mean it? You’ll help me?”

He winced at your sudden proximity, but you didn’t seem to notice. “Well yeah. If I don’t, I’ll probably end up seeing your picture on the news and honestly that just sounds like a fucking headache that I’m not prepared for. “

You lunged in for a hug, burying your face in his chest. He again just awkwardly patted your head. “For the love of god, please stop.”

Bakugo paid the bill and walked you out. He had planned on walking you home but when he learned how far it was he almost passed out. “Nope. Nuh uh. You can sleep on my couch. Too drunk for this. Let’s go.” When he realized you were walking too slowly for his liking he bent down and told you to hop on his back. “God you’re lighter than I remember.”

You poked his shoulder, “Well you’re nicer than I remember.”

He shrugged, “Time changes a lot of things y/n.”

You walked in comfortable silence for a while. Well he walked, your drunk ass was being carried. You were about to fall asleep when his stiffened, “Hey y/n can I ask you something?”

“Huh? Yeah whatsup?”

His grip around your legs started to tighten, “Why didn’t you use your quirk on me today? I mean you wanted me to do something I didn’t want to. What kept you from using your quirk to make me do it? All it would have taken was a flash of those eyes and a few words and I would have to do whatever you say.”

You let out a loud sigh, “Well for one. How do you know I didn’t? Maybe I’m just sneakier about it now.” He slapped your leg obviously not satisfied with that answer. “Okay chill. I didn’t! I don’t really use that park of my quirk much anymore. I save that for the bad guys. Which you might not be the nicest guy, but you’re definitely not a bad guy.”

He could tell you were fighting sleep as your breathing started to deepen. “What a pair we are. Not the worst, and not a bad guy.”

He managed to get you into his apartment and on to the couch. He got you a glass of water and a blanket. As he was leaving to head to his own room you grabbed his hand. “Hey. Why two weeks?”

If it wasn’t so dark you say he blushed, “That’s just how long my administrative leave is.” His hand ran through his hair, “Let’s just say I was not made for desk duty…” He gave you a smile which warmed your heart while somehow making you very uncomfortable. “Get some sleep y/n, we start operation get Kilo back bright and early.”

“His name is Kiyo!”

“Yeah whatever, stupid name.”

That night you dreamt of the last time you saw Bakugo. You saw your seventeen-year-old self, covered in blood. You saw a cracked reflection in a mirror with glowing purple eyes looking backing at you. You saw-

“Holy SHIT! What the hell is Y/n doing on our couch! BakuBRO! Did you know she was here?”

You groaned at the sudden yelling and bright light coming in through the window. “Kiri can you please shut the fuck up?”

“Oh yeah that’s y/n all right. Seriously Bakugo did you know she was here?”

Bakugo came over with coffee and eggs and placed them on the table in front of you. “Kiri. If we are the only two people who live here. And you didn’t know she was here, then who the fuck do you think let her in?”

Kirishima looked between the two of you, “Damn after all this time and you even made her breakfast?”

After Kiri left for work and you had finished your coffee you looked to the explosive man who was now looking very domestic in the kitchen doing dishes. “Hey, was I drunk, or did you promise to help me find Kiyo?”

Without stopping with his dishwashing, he shrugged, “Yes you were drunk… but yes I also did promise that. I gave you two weeks starting today. So, I suggest you get your ass in gear if you plan to get your money’s worth.”

[truelyvia]

The trio pt 2!

Black, Orchid, and lil ETB Frisk belongeth to meeth.

and broken magnet (malfunction) belongs to @satellite-starss

warning tho:

Swearing!

and teasing manner (seriously…Orchid get a hold of yoursel-)

Black was carrying a bundle of clothing, Orchid setting lunch up in a box, it took awhile for the two of them to feel comfortable sending Frisk to school. Malfunction stayed nearby, out of sight from the kid just incase they had a magnet in hand, last time it took ages to get out… But he also felt slightly, wanting. To join them, looking like a happy family. He understood he had his friends, but there were times when creatures longed for something else, right?

”I’ll be home before twilight allows a bird to sing.”

”Stop making Stupid riddles.”

”Orchid said a naughty word.”

”Yes, he’s very naughty. I’ll ground him after, lets go lovebug.”

Mal would watch the two leave, or start to, until Frisk broke from their fathers hand and ran up to him. He chuckles softly and catches the child after they throw themself at him. “Have a good day at school kiddo.” Frisk lets out a small puff and drops a chocolate into his hand before skipping off and outside, Black not long after.

Orchid‘s head popped around the corner, he pockets the dishcloth he held, and walks closer. “I recognize that soul cry from anywhere, whatsup Mal?” Mal shakes his head. “Nothin fancy Doll, whatcha makin me?” Orchid raised a brow. “You? Hah! Baby I’m making me something to drown my sorrows.…- Guess we could share~ if you don’t mind mouth to mouth.~”

”Why did I expect somethin different.”

”Because I’m half Fell?”

”That explains everything.” The two share a quick laugh, before Orchid plucks Mal from his seat and drags him off to the kitchen. “I’m making rose-scented candles. Client asked for them.” Mal hums in patience. “Need help?”

Orchid smiles softly. “I’d love help doll, but sadly my issue keeps on coming.”

”Right- Lust-“

Orchid laughs. “Ofcourse I want help, you buffoon!” He clasps his hands around the glitches’ “I’ll always welcome you, you know?”

”Gah, stop that.” But yet, he allows the rose scented room to calm him down, and the G skeleton to nuzzle his face into the crook between Mal’s scarf and neck…

”I’m- GOD CAN’T YOU DO THIS ANYWHERE ELSE??”

”WE WERENT MAKINGOUT ASSHOLE!!” And Orchid is pulling out the cloth again.

”says the one crushing hard.”

”GET OVER HERE!!”

The trio all share their laughter, under a guiding eye, a slim smile on Orchid’s brother’s face. “Atleast they are happy.” Two other Papyri eyes narrow. “Until they’re not.” The ghost speaks silently…

to be continued..??

[just-antithings]

Another system sending y’all good vibes, if anyone’s still gonna crow on about how y’all are being ~mean~ for asserting your own boundaries, and this might just be because I’m an SSS+ Tier Asshole���️ (persecutor squad whatsup) but I’d like to assure those people that they they got off very fucking lightly as far as I’m concerned.

💖💖💖💖 thank you

[gaiahypothesims]

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Harris- Hey, whatsup? …. No! I told you I’m not fucking coming in today! Tell Vance he can suck my dick. I’m spending time with my daughter. 

Layla- <sigh> Languauge, Harris. 

Harris- <to Layla> I’m sorry! This fucking douche bag want’s me to come in to discuss tour dates. WE JUST GOT OFF FUCKING TOUR! SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS CRESSIDA! <Hangs up>

Layla- Harris! 

Harris- <Crooning to Cypress> I’m sorry sweatpea! Did Daddy scream in your ear? I’m just tired of those assholes trying to run me twenty four hours a day. How would I ever get to see you and your Mommy if all I did was work all day? That’s not right is it? No. But don’t worry, we’re going to have a good day from now on won’t we? 

[cityescape4]

a list of Alit headcanons no one asked for (nsfw ones under the cut):

definitely joined the school's wrestling team post-canon. a few of the Numbers Club were a little concerned because of the chance he might not be as strong as he was before without any of the Barian power to back him up. (ofc he makes it)

Alit doesnt know how the fuck people actually buy Gilag being a student, but hes not complaining. Having his best friend go everywhere with him is great. Gilag joins the wrestling team too, and the two of them constantly ask to be paired up (this way, they can fully go all out on one another, whereas with other students they both feel the need to hold back some)

Living at the Kamishiro mansion makes for some... interesting developments

for one, Rio founds out Alit curls his hair. (she thought it was naturally curly like Ryoga's) instead of being embarrassed or indignant at Rio finding this out, he's just like "Yeah, if I don't it puffs out real bad; the emperor in my past life showed me how to keep it down with some oils and stuff, but with all this modern stuff its like, alot simpler??? here let me show you" cue Alit and Rio hanging out more often, doing each others hair, giving each other both dueling and dating advice, talking to each other about their past lives, just being unlikely close friends and spending quality time together

he sees durbe as the stick in the mud big brother that's fun to mess with. He really does respect durbe tho; he just thinks durbe needs to learn how to relax, unwind, and have some fucking fun for once. alit's usually the instigator that tries ti push Durbe into doing something new whenever they all go out. Its more often than not backfired.

now that Vector's not as big of an asshole, Alit does occasionally join in on Vectors stupid pranks around the mansion. mostly the ones messing w/ Mizael and Durbe. Especially the ones messing w/ Durbe

Vector teases Alit about his crushes on Yuma and Kotori often. Alit once shot back with "at least i'm honest with myself when it comes to them. i cant say the same about you with yuma." Vector fuckin launched himself at Alit and they started fighting.

Vector doesnt tease him as often anymore.

CONTANTLY plans vacations in Spartan City. He loves going to see Droite and Gauche and definitely plans on seeing if he can live there after graduation.

feels absolutely fucking guilty about thinking shit of his old emperor after realizing how DonK fucked with all of them. He goes back to the ruins in Spartan City whenever he gets a chance.

^now that he remembers his past more clearly, he remembers a room where he and his emperor would talk before matches. Whenever he's at the ruins, he goes to that room, sits, and just talks to his emperor. Anything from his apologies and regrets to just talking about what his life is now

whatsup nerds i love my bisexual rock alien gladiator son

definitely boned koutei/lionheart/his emperor (whatever you call him)

not only is Alit a biter, he fucking loves being bitten (imagine the fucking results of that w/ an Alit/Ryoga ship)

is verse as fuck

definitely got a praise kink

gets off on his partner's pleasure. knowing that they're not only enjoying themselves, enjoying themselves because of him? a++++

will not fucking hesitate to go down on someone ("your last partner never went down on you? strap the fuck in, i'm about to make up for that and then some")

very much loves the simplicity of vanilla shit, but is definitely more than willing to try something new at his partner's suggestion