#whoops meant to answer privately lol

[rongzhi]

I seem to remember he is walking through a building with open doorways, stopping by each guy to "charm" them, and then move on. He might have been wearing a red tank top, or not, but he was quite tall. The video was about a minute long, I think, and there might have been a few shorter one in one video. I saw it within a year ago, I think.

OHH. I didn't post it, but here!

[giddlygoat]

I have no idea who you tagged this for, I tagged this for a fictional character. ^^;

oh my god. i’m so sorry XD i happen to have a friend named ethan who heavily associates with wolves, and that meme could have been handcrafted specifically for him. my bad, i just assumed!

[itisi-asimplegay]

Hey hey - quick question!

Do you want a bluesky invite? I have one if you do! Let me know and I'll send it to you.

Also absolutely no need to reply to the last message I sent - I just wanted to reply to your tags :) (Replying to asks is akin to the labours of Hercules, I swear)

ooooh yes ty! I haven't really looked into bluesky bcos of the whole invite thing so I don't know much about it beyond it being a bit like old twitter but I'd love to try it :D how does the invite thing work, dya need my email or smth like that?

and also ty for the understanding xgjckgkgc since my brain is allowing me to reply to this ask I'll reply here to the former - I'm so glad you enjoy my lil comments and random tag ramblings :DD and I'm happy to hear Lev is good ! I like giving/using nicknames lol

[alittleemo]

Lee I'm so sorry ylu have cocid I hope you get better soon💛

thank u love 💛✨💕✨💛 i hope so too lol although i feel fine rn so hopefully it stays that way <3

[theprincessandthepie]

hiiii i'm trying to download the magicians audio you edited but the link for 'all i need is a boy' audio isn't working for me. just thought you should know! (if you don't already) also is there any other way for me to get it without having to download the entire album with the videos? (it's ok if there isn't. just thought i should check first)

hi! all i need is the boy is working for me, so idk what’s up with that, but you should be able to click on the name of each song which should bring you to the individual download pages. hope this helps!

[studiojillbli]

Sorry to bother you with another request but your QRs are just so perfect!!! I was wondering whether you could make San's Dress from Princess Mononoke I don't mind whether you have the hooded fur cape or have some blood on it, just whatever you think looks the best. Hope you're doing well, have a nice day

absolutely that will be fun! thanks, hope you have a nice day too! (=^ ◡ ^=)

[burnitalldowndarling]

i'm watching through dmc1 for the first time and omg. it's so bad. i'm in so much pain. what is character motivation? but at least i think i saw the bedroom from the 'heat' chapter of A Family Affair so that's some neat context i s'pose. What's your favorite game/part of the dmc series?

LOL, yeah, the first game was so cheesy that you kind of had to love it? Like the Evil Dead movies, lol. Have you gotten to "I should have been the one to fill your dark soul with liiiiiiiiiight!!!"

DMC3 is still my fave. Teen Vergil's just *such* a bitch, and I love Mary/Lady in that game too.

ETA: whoops, meant to answer privately! But nothing salacious here, I guess.

[set-in-stardust]

I meant answer ask privately lol theres an option to answer in private as long as the person is not anonymous, but that works too lol (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) you have blocked letting people send you dm's though so I couldn't do that anyway - fanfic anon

whoops! it shld be good now.

,,,and tbh I had no idea there was an answer privately thing I'm a LITTLE tumblr tech stupid LOL you could always do that still if u wanted!!

[ri-ahhh]

playing games

Hot summer days are meant for playing games  6k, basically all smut lol whoops

Disclaimer: I’ve created a whole OC character for Grayson in the past year or so, just as a creative outlet, and never really intended on posting it anywhere. Like, at all lol, so on the off chance anyone actually reads this, go easy on me please. If something seems like it doesn’t make sense or needs more background, it’s because it’s already written in the deep recesses of my Pages documents lol.

If you do read, thank you so much! Creative writing, especially fanfics, have always been my creative stress relief, so this is all in good fun. I’m definitely not attached to only this character, though, so if you don’t think this is complete dog shit and want to see other concepts, I’d love to do that! :)

***

There are a lot of negatives to be said about LA, as MJ had learned quickly when she moved here a few years ago from her home state of Oklahoma: the stuck-up snobs; the traffic; the dirty streets everywhere you go. One thing not on that list, however, is the weather — nine times out of ten it’s perfectly sunny and warm.

Today is one of those days where it’s borderline hot, but still comfortable to sit outside and bake in the sun for a couple of hours. That’s what she and Grayson are doing as they lounge peacefully by the pool in his backyard, soaking in all the Vitamin D that mother nature can give them.

MJ welcomes the blast of heat from the outside air that contrasts harshly with the AC she leaves behind in the kitchen. She had gone in to grab the two of them glasses of water and, while she was in there, noticed the house was oddly silent.

She plants a peck on her boyfriend’s full lips as he accepts his glass with a thanks. “Where are the E’s?” she asks, referring to Grayson’s brother Ethan and his girlfriend Evie. They were both still home when she and Gray first went outside, but a quick glance at her phone tells her they’ve been out here for over an hour, so that really means nothing now.

“I think they were gonna take a Soul class and then have a beach day,” Grayson answers. He sits up a bit to take a sip of his water, and MJ can’t help but admire the way his abs, slick with tanning oil, contract deliciously at the movement. They’ve been together for nearly a year now, and she still can’t get enough of his physique. Amongst other traits of his too, of course, but in the context of lying in the warm sun surrounded by the sheen of coconut-scented body oil, it’s what comes to mind first.

Not to mention, he’s wearing her favorite swim trunks of his — the ones she had bought him — that not only make his olive skin tone pop because of their bright turquoise color, but the fit hugs his ass (and dick) in all the right ways.

Clearly, she’s doing a piss-poor job at hiding her ogling, though to be fair she isn’t trying all that hard to begin with.

He smirks at her. “Can I help you?” he teases, knowing damn well what’s going through her head.

MJ flushes when she realizes she’s been caught, but quickly decides two can play this game. She bends over him and only lets him steal a quick glance at her ample cleavage in her bikini before taking hold of his face in both hands and kissing him.

“You’re sexy,” she admits simply when they part, smiling and wiping a dab of saliva from his lower lip with her thumb.

He swats the exposed skin of her ass lightly when she turns to walk the couple of feet away to her own lounger. She yelps in surprise, which melts into giggles. “Not as sexy as you.” She rolls her eyes playfully and blushes at this, though he can’t see her doing so behind her oversized black sunglasses and the shade of her baseball cap. “I mean, come on, MJ, they’re just muscles,” he says with smug grin.

He’s so full of shit today. MJ scoffs and settles into the chair, not quite believing her ears but also realizing he’s still teasing her. “Okay, Gray.”

She glances over at him and sees him rubbing his thighs, something he knows always gets her going, under the guise of applying more sunscreen. The audacity. She knows it’s intentional by the way he’s biting back a grin and stealing glimpses at her out of the corner of his eye.

Oh, so he still wants to play this game? Apparently ten months together hasn’t clued him in that she is just as competitive as he is, even in stupid things like ‘who can make the other person hornier.’

She forms a quick plan. MJ pretends like she’s oblivious to his nonverbal taunts and reaches out her hand for the bottle of Sun Bum. “So the E’s will be out for a while?”

Grayson stops his ministrations to hand her the slick brown bottle. “As far as I know. Why?” he asks, lying back in his lounger and pillowing his head on his hands. The way his arms curl send his biceps and shoulders bulging, another one of her physical weaknesses for him.

Douche.

“Just wondering,” she answers casually. MJ reaches behind her to raise the back of the lounger that is almost completely flat, higher up so that it can keep her in a relaxed sitting position.

Using his physical teasing as fuel to gather her nerve, she next twists her arm behind her back and tugs at the tie on the thick straps of her cherry red bikini, then does the same to the one around her neck. Even though they’re on private property, in an enclosed yard where no one can see, it still feels a little odd and uncomfortable to be even partially nude outdoors. But if it gets her points in this game against Gray, she decides it’s totally worth it.

When she tosses the scrap of fabric to the ground, the rustling causes him to look over and do a double take. “What—?”

MJ looks at him innocently, but grins devilishly inside; boys really are too easy, sometimes. “What, what?” she questions, spraying some of the tanning oil into her hands.

Grayson shakes his head at her and she can feel his gaze, hotter than the rays of the sun on her newly exposed skin, bore into her through his Ray Bans. “I see. So it’s like that, huh?”

“I don't know what you’re talking about. They’re just boobs,” she counters, throwing a variation of his own words back in his beautiful, annoyingly perfect face. Grayson scoffs at her incredulously, and MJ doesn’t even attempt to hold back a victorious smirk. She’s definitely won this battle, and she hasn't even brought out all the ammo. Yet. “For real, though, we basically live together; you see these every day.”

Grayson tosses a hand up and shakes his head like she had just said something ridiculous. “You see me shirtless every day and still look like you want to jump me all the time, so how is that any different?”

He has a point and he knows it, but he’s an idiot if he thinks she’ll admit so. MJ shrugs. “Anyways,” she continues, ignoring his comment, “I’m just trying to get rid of tan lines. And it’s only us here, so who cares?”

“What if they come back?” Grayson argues weakly, still trying to appear nonchalant about his half-naked girlfriend gleaming in the summer sun just three feet away from him.

MJ shrugs again. “We can hear them coming up the driveway from here, so I’ll just cover up when we do. Also, it’s not like Ethan’s never encountered boobs before, and I’m pretty sure Evie and I have seen each other naked more times at this point than you and E have each other.”

He looks a little affronted. “I’m not sure if thats weird or kinda hot, actually.”

She rolls her eyes again but fights back a smile at his somewhat predictable response. “Don’t be weird. Girls generally just don’t give a fuck with each other,” she explains.

“Well, I still don't want my brother peeping your goods; they’re mine.”

MJ should be irritated at his possessiveness, but admittedly she finds it a little endearing — not to mention, she loves when she drives him to be dominant, especially when she knows she’s really the one in control here. She thinks back to the couple of times Ethan had barged in on them in the bedroom on accident and how Grayson always made sure his body was completely shielding hers while he screamed at his brother to get the fuck out. Ethan clearly wasn’t a threat, but Grayson always made her feel safe and secure either way.

It also isn’t like she wants E to see her tits either, but it won't be the end of the world if he does, especially if the risk of it gets Grayson so riled up for her that he’ll think twice before teasing her like this again.

MJ’s got him hooked now and she knows it, so really she doesn’t need to take the final step in her plan. But thinking about his deliberate words and touches gets the competitive fire lit inside her again.

Taking the oil in her hands, she massages it into the supple flesh of her breasts that were, indeed, several shades lighter than the surrounding skin. Her tits jiggle enticingly and her nipples harden a bit at the pleasurable stimulation caused by her own touch; his sunglasses are still on, but she knows he can see the effect she’s having on herself.

“Fuck, MJ,” Grayson finally groans in defeat. He sits up in his lounger and plants his left foot to the ground, utilizing his long legs to pivot over to her chair and straddle the end of the cushioned seat in one movement. His large hands stroke the smooth skin of her calves that are bent in front of him, his eyes glued to the way she’s touching herself. “You win, okay? I’m sorry for teasing you.”

MJ smiles at him, her ego at soaring. She can tell his hands are itching to reach for hers and replace them. He hadn’t lied that first time they met — he really is a boob man, to the tee. Even in non-sexual situations, like whenever they spoon while sleeping or watching a movie, his hand automatically goes under her shirt to cup one.

“I really do want to get rid of these tan lines, though,” MJ tells him, feigning innocence while simultaneously trying to ignore the way her body is reacting to him being right in front of her, touching her. Unfortunately, there is no denying the rush of wetness to her bikini bottoms. She finishes rubbing the oil into her skin and cups her breasts as if he’s blind and can’t see what she’s talking about. “This is really not cute, what I’ve got going on here.”

Grayson scoots farther up the lounger and cups his hands under her bent knees to drag her into his lap. MJ gasps in surprise and hooks her elbow around the back of his neck to balance herself after his forcible movement of her body. He ducks his head down and kisses her, tongue meshing with hers perfectly and exploring her mouth just the way she likes.

“How about we do something more fun than just lay here while you work on that, then?” he pants when they separate. She nips distractedly at the juicy center of his full lower lip in reply, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from him. He plants kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and back up to the spot behind her ear that makes her putty in his hands.

MJ bites her lip to hold back any sounds, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet of letting him know he can do whatever he wants with her at this point. “You were just giving me shit because your brother might walk out here and see my boobs, but now you wanna actually fuck outside?”

She actually didn't hate that idea at all, to be fair.

“Yeah,” he says simply, like there’s nothing to it. “I’ve never done it outside, now that I think about it. Besides our first time, anyways, but that was still in a tent so technically it wasn't ‘outside.’”

This surprises her. Despite his young age, there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for ‘firsts’ with Grayson, given his past ways. She isn’t about to let this chance slip because of a relatively minor, albeit highly embarrassing, what-if.

MJ grins. She takes her baseball cap off and puts it on his own head, backwards so she can have full access to his pretty face. Not to mention, she definitely has a kink for it that way. She rolls her hips down against his, pleased to feel him semi-hard already.

“Okay,” she agrees easily, using her grip on his neck to bring his lips down to hers once again.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of kissing Grayson; the man has the act down to a fine art. And as irritated as she had been with him only a few minutes ago, she now feels an overwhelming need to please him as much as he so often does her.

“Sit down,” she whispers directly in his ear, motioning behind her to indicate he should be the one reclining back.

She feels him shudder before obeying. He keeps her securely in his lap by wrapping her legs fully around his waist and stands with her still clinging to him. MJ bites her lip and marvels at the complete lack of effort the shift in position takes for him, and he sits them down where he can rest his back against the lounger.

MJ removes their sunglasses and places them on the ground. “That’s why I love your muscles,” she says, rubbing her covered center along his length and devouring the expression on his face as she does so. Her hands massage delicately across his shoulders and down his biceps as she rocks fluidly on top him. “Forget aesthetics. They’re just evidence that you’re so fucking strong. That you work so hard. That you try to be the best version of you every day.”

She suctions her mouth to the pulse point thumping wildly under his jaw and drags her nails down his pecs, threading her fingers through the patch of hair in the center that he’s allowing to grow. Grayson grabs her ass with one hand to encourage the rocking of her pelvis against his, and squeezes one of her breasts with the other.

“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asks breathlessly and with a huff of laughter, tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

MJ moans softly at the sensation. “Do your best,” she replies with a grin, scraping her teeth along the spot on his jaw before trailing kisses down his throat now.

She feels his hard swallow as he thinks for a second. “Uh, every part of you is so beautiful, and your body is just a reflection of how amazing you are on the inside.”

Wow. MJ laughs incredulously and pulls back to look him in the eye, golden hazel meeting bright green. “I can’t believe you just came up with that romantic ass statement while I’m dry humping you. That’s pretty impressive.”

“I mean, it’s true. And I do aim to please,” he smirks, thrusting up into her.

MJ gasps. Her eyes darken and her tongue subconsciously trails across her lower lip as she stares at her boyfriend heatedly. She cups a tit with her left hand, circling her nipple with her thumb, and grips her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck with her other hand. “I would have been happy with ‘I love your tits because they're the best tits I’ve ever seen, held, or had in my mouth in my entire life.’ But I’ll take your version, too.”

Grayson smiles. “How about, I love you, MJ, every part of you — especially your tits.”

MJ bites back a sappy grin and swears she can feel her heart swelling for him in her chest. “I love you, too,” she sighs, and uses her grasp on his hair to drag him in for a deep kiss.

When she’s had her fill of his mouth, she scoots down his body, trailing her tongue down the indentation dividing his abs and nipping playfully at the taut skin right above the waistband of his trunks. Her mouth waters at the sight of the bulge beneath them, straining against the slick material. “Lift up,” she instructs as she tugs the drawstring and hooks her fingers in the fabric clinging to his hips.

Grayson moans and does as he’s told while MJ pulls his swimsuit down his inked legs until she has to stand up where he can kick them off his foot. She takes a moment to admire the masterpiece that is her boyfriend’s body and uses the advantage of already being stood up to shimmy her bikini bottoms off her hips. She lets them drop to the concrete at her feet before crawling back onto the lounger in-between his thighs.

She can’t resist drawing a ticklish trail down his Adonis belt with her long nails and watching his dick twitch at the playful touch. Grinning, she takes him in her hand and observes with amusement how her simple grasp is already affecting him, spreading the resulting dot of precum around the swollen head. Her palm is still slightly lubricated with the remnants of tanning oil, which creates the perfect amount of friction when she starts to stroke his length up and down slowly, adding a twist of her fist when she reaches the tip.

Grayson throws his head back and moans. MJ utilizes his position as an element of surprise to duck her head and lick a trail on the underside of his cock, base to tip, then wraps her lips around his head.

His chin drops to his chest and his hazy gaze is met with her mischievous one while she stares up at him through her lashes. “Holy fuck, MJ,” he moans, taking hold of her dark locks and fashioning a makeshift ponytail in his fist so he can see her better.

MJ smiles around his length, pulling up and holding the tip against her mouth, kissing it lasciviously. “You want me to suck it?” she asks sweetly.

Predictably, Grayson nods enthusiastically, tugging gently on her hair to guide her down his cock. MJ smirks and gathers saliva between her lips. She purses them slightly and drags the slick moisture all along his shaft, coating him until she decides he’s wet enough for her to take him in her throat. He’s the biggest she’s ever had and hasn’t mastered letting him fuck her face yet, but her lips encircle him and she slides him down into her throat as far as she can with relative ease. She hollows her cheeks as she pulled back up, over and over again.

“Oh my God,” he growls, his blunt nails digging into her scalp; MJ adores the sensation. “Just like that, baby.”

She grins and lets him slip out of her mouth with a light pop, stroking him with her small hand while laving his balls with her tongue. MJ always loves sucking Grayson’s dick, but she can’t believe how much doing it outside is making her even wetter than usual. There’s something incredibly hot about being under the cloudless sky, in the fresh air, and, yes, the danger of potentially getting caught.

With that thought fueling her, MJ’s fingers dip down to her pussy and she lets out a tiny whimper when her slim fingers light upon her swollen clit, more for his benefit than an actual reaction to her touch; she wants him to know how much she’s enjoying having him in her mouth. Something about the situation they’ve gotten themselves into out here is amplifying her desire in every way.

“Should I make you come now with my mouth?” she asks, dribbling more saliva on his dick and sucking him as far as she can a few times in quick succession, eyes trained on his, and she’s earned with wanton moans from Grayson’s plump lips. MJ lifts her head, her chest heaving, and gives him a devious smile as she raises the fingers that had been playing with herself to his mouth, continuing to stroke him steadily with her fist. “Or should I put you inside me, baby? Hmm? Should I put your big dick in my tight little pussy?”

Grayson lets out a guttural growl and sucks her proffered fingers into his warm mouth readily. Before she realizes what’s happening, Gray is reaching behind him to lay the chair flat again, and she practically topples over at the sudden movement.

“C’mere,” he instructs as he lies back, motioning for her to climb up his body. He takes the hat off and throws it across the yard when the bill impedes him from lying flat.

MJ pouts. Despite her teasing questions, she isn’t done sucking him off yet. And she really liked how that cap looked on him. “But—”

“MJ, sit on my fucking face now,” he demands, his voice deep and commanding; it makes her shiver and her head swim. His hazel eyes, which usually turn almost as green as hers in the sun, are now a deep chocolate brown behind the darkness of his pupils, dilated with pure desire.

Well, shit. She doesn’t need to be told twice; when Gray is in this mood, there’s no room for arguing, and she loves it. MJ bites her lip and crawls up his abdomen until her knees are resting above his shoulders and her shins lay alongside his chest in what little room is left on the lounger. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around her thigh, the other reaching up for her breasts, and attaching his mouth to her throbbing center.

She cries out when his tongue drags through her slit and flicks against her clit a few times before thrusting inside her. One of her hands supports her weight on the top edge of the chair and the other cards roughly through his thick hair, tugging none-too-gently on his dark wavy mop.

Grayson moans and nuzzles his nose against her swollen flesh, grinning up at her and tweaking a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick, sweetheart?” MJ nods, the game of pretending he has no affect on her flying out the proverbial window. He lets out a little noise of affirmation. “I thought so. That’s why I love eating you out after you blow me; you’re always dripping for me.”

Without warning he sucks harshly on her clit and she shrieks, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably despite her best efforts. “Grayson!”

Grayson leaves the little bundle of nerves and dips his tongue down to her entrance once again as if to taste the fruits of his labor, groaning quietly. “So fucking sweet, baby. I love how you taste,” he says before repeating the actions over and over, driving her insane with the unrelenting pleasure of his simple motions.

She doesn’t know how she has the capacity to speak, but she manages to get her vocal cords and brain to coordinate. “I…fuck — I, I wanted to t-taste your cum, too,” she squeaks out, trying not to grind down on his face too hard. Not that he seems to mind.

His big hands restrain her hips anyways, long enough for him to speak. “I know you did,” he says with a smirk, and his voice vibrates sensually against her center. “You can do that next time, but right now you’re gonna come for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk. How’s that sound?”

God, the man knows how to use that mouth — in more ways than one. MJ can only moan and use her vice grip on his hair to tug him back to her pussy as confirmation that yes, that sounds fucking amazing.

All teasing pretenses are dropped as he goes straight for her clit and suckles her with purpose, that purpose being to get her to cum hard and fast. Sure enough, she feels the beginnings of her orgasm in her lower belly, driven by the sight of his eyes gazing adoringly up at her from between her legs.

It doesn’t take much longer once he adds both hands to her breasts, her moans reaching higher and higher pitches the closer she gets. “Ohmygod, yes!” she squeals, her knees squeezing instinctively around his head as he keeps up his ministrations, only gentler so she can ride out the high of her orgasm.

MJ’s moans turn to whimpers, and when she’s relatively back to earth she murmurs an apology as she slinks back down his body. Gray shakes his head in dismissal of her words and sits up, cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on his mouth, and it gives her little aftershocks.

She settles over his lap and straddles his hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy against his rock hard dick because despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her, she was always ready to go for him; he makes her insatiable, sometimes.

“Fuck me,” she demands against his lips, lifting up so he can take hold of his dick and position himself where she only has to sit back and let him fill her up.

There isn’t much room on the lounger, but the way she’s forced to keep her legs close together just makes the fit extra tight and extra good. He lies on his back again, and MJ moans as she bounces on his cock with her hands planted on his broad chest for support while he grips her ass tightly.

Grayson for his part takes a moment to close his eyes so he can fully experience the warmth of the sun, the sweet wetness of her pussy, and the taste of her still on his lips all at once. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of an angel leaning over him. The sun is right behind her head and creates a halo effect, making his heart skip a beat despite the fact that she’s doing all the work while he lies flat, spoiling him with her body like always.

MJ smiles down at him breathlessly and drags her manicured jet-black nails down his pec. He loves the pain of it, she found out early on in their relationship, and she’s more than happy to inflict it. It turns her on like crazy to watch his eyes roll back and his jaw to drop as he sucks in a harsh breath.

He can sense her tiring when she slows down and starts grinding on him, rubbing her clit into the groomed patch of hair at the base of his dick as she catches her breath and gives her quads a break. She moans and twitches when Grayson digs his thumbs in the sensitive creases of her hips as he sits up. He moves her legs to hook around his waist before wrapping his arms around her sweaty back.

“Hold on to me.”

MJ pants and clutches her arms around his neck, tightening her grip with her legs around his trim hips and digging her heels into his round ass. She buries her face in his shoulder as he stands both of them up. She doesn’t know what his plans are, but she hopes they aren’t going far; she needs him back inside her as soon as possible.

Her back hits the wall in the next moment and she revels in the firm, cool feel of the smooth siding against her skin that’s become heated from the sun and physical exertion. Grayson uses the leverage of the wall to keep her against the solid surface while he switches his hold on her so that her knees are now hooked over his elbows. Even in her somewhat delirious state, MJ can tell this will allow him to use the combined potential of his considerable physical strength and the support from the wall to fuck her senseless.

Their eyes connect as they both take a moment to gather themselves. Gray smiles at her sweetly and plants his palms against the wall as he dips his hips enough to thrust up into her.

MJ whimpers as he stretches her again, reveling in that sense of fullness and completion that she only experiences when he’s inside her. When he bottoms out, she cups his jaw and uses the strength in her core to raise herself up enough to connect their lips together. Her tongue instantly slips into his mouth and slides along his, tasting all of her that’s left in him, until she tucks her head in his neck to suck kisses up and down the thick column of his neck.

“Go, Gray, please.”

Grayson moans and lifts her up as he pulls back with his hips, only to let her sink back down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting up into her swollen pussy. As he continues and picks up the pace, the depth he reaches and the force behind their movements sends her reeling. Her nails dig harshly into the smooth ripples of his back as her eyes look almost unseeingly down over his shoulder at the wide expanse of flexing muscles. The newness of this angle makes her realize that this position is another first for the two of them. They’ve had sex standing up before, but never like this, where he’s almost completely supporting her and letting gravity do half the work for them.

The noises of their mixed moans and the sounds of their hips clashing fills the otherwise silent backyard. MJ leans back against the wall and grips his biceps, using her position to fully take in the power of his body. Every muscle bulges out with exertion, his jaw clenches in pleasure and concentration, his eyes flitting between her bouncing tits and her flushed face as he pants harshly.

Everything about her — mind, body and soul — is overwhelmed. She can’t help it; she’s so turned on by him, so in love with him, the words just pour out, even though she knows they won’t improve his stamina any.

“You’re so fucking strong, baby. I love how you can hold me up and fuck me like this with your big dick. You’re making me feel so good…” On one particularly sharp thrust, he hits the spot, and her eyes instantly roll back in her head while she lets out a purely reactionary shriek of pleasure. “Right there, Gray! Baby, holy shit…”

“Jesus, MJ, you’re so fucking hot,” Gray rasps out behind clenched teeth. From the animalistic noises he’s making and the unhinged expression on his beautiful face, she can tell he’s barely holding on anymore, but he’s getting her there so fast that she hopes he can last just that much longer.

With a surge of strength she didn’t know she had left in her, MJ leans up and wraps her arms around his neck, then hooks her legs over his ass for leverage so that his arms can hold her by the backs of her thighs. She starts thrusting herself and grinding down on his pubic bone, perfectly stimulating both her clit and that deep spot within her. Her body shatters a second later, her limbs quaking with the force of the waves coursing through her.

She knows that normally Grayson would let her ride it out at her own pace, even rub her clit slowly to get her through it, but he’s so riled up at this point that he simply slams her against the wall and pounds into her relentlessly. MJ’s mouth gapes open soundlessly as, to her complete amazement, she feels yet another orgasm right on the heels of the one that has just started abating.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants repeatedly, making direct eye contact with him. She knows what will trigger them both to fall over the edge. “You’re fucking me so good. I want you to come inside me, baby, please!”

A guttural groan rips from his throat, his thrusts falter, and his forehead drops to hers as she feels the first spurts of his cum shoot into her. This is all she needs for her own orgasm to tear through her, radiating warmth and electricity through her whole body with an indescribable intensity.

Masculine, relieved whines escape his open mouth, the sounds alone making her clench inadvertently around his throbbing length inside her. His lower lip is too enticing for her to resist, and she nips it teasingly before drawing him in for a slow, perfectly sloppy kiss. They’re both still distracted by the pleasure coursing through their connected bodies as he finishes inside her.

“Fuck, that was good,” he whispers after a minute of recovery, trailing his mouth down her jaw and nuzzling her neck sweetly. MJ smiles and hugs his sweaty head to her, kissing his temple in return. She’s about to suggest they go cuddle on the daybed under the shade of the awning, but she never gets the chance because…

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Oh my God, you actual assholes! Gross!”

A scream catches in MJ’s throat as their heads whip to the sliding back door only a few feet away, and there they are; the E’s had apparently gotten home from the beach much earlier than she thought they would. Or maybe she and Gray have just been fucking for that long.

Once the scare of their sudden reappearance has worn off, she can’t stop a smirk from gracing her lips, though she does try to hide it in Gray’s neck in mock mortification. That’s not to say she’s not embarrassed, but what can she do?

“Well, don’t look!” Grayson cries, but she can hear the concealed laughter in his voice, just as her smile grows even wider against his sweaty skin.

“How about you don’t have sex outside against our house where we can look, you bitch ass!” Ethan screams at his brother. MJ peeks a glance at him and sees him standing there with the heels of both hands digging into his eyes, as if he is not only blocking out the image before him but trying to rub it from his memory, too. Evie is just running around the patio, laughing and yelling “No!” at the top of her lungs, which makes MJ giggle too despite her best efforts.

As humorous as this situation is and even though Grayson’s body is pressed against hers completely, it’s still pretty embarrassing considering she’s butt-ass naked with her boyfriend’s softening dick still inside her, in a backyard with two of her best friends right there to see. “I mean, we literally just finished if you want to walk away and let us clean up, then the whole yard is all yours.”

“MJ, can you not just clean up now?” Ethan insists irritatedly. “We’ve already got our shit ready to come lay out.”

She pulls her face out of his neck and looks at Grayson, biting her lip to fight the shit-eating grin threatening to break across her face; she can already picture his brother’s reaction to what she’s about to say. But what the fuck are he and Evie even still doing out here? Why are they not inside? They’re the ones making this weird.

“Well, we need to go grab my swimsuit bottoms, or otherwise there’ll be a, ah, mess, if you know what I mean. Also, I don't think I can walk.”

Just as she predicted, Ethan makes a dramatic retching sound and reaches his hand out for his girlfriend blindly. “Evelina, help me. Let’s go bleach our eyes out before I throw up from these mental images.”

[hozier-mp3]

A few random things I’ve forgotten to mention about My Sanctuary.

The room number 983, is there a significance to that? Because 67 is obviously a baby callback, so I was curious about this number too.

And I forgot this in my AO3 comment, but, the robe!! *chef’s kiss* I see what you did there and you are so valid.

Lastly, LPD? Is that Lawrence?

Okay! So! I’m going to answer this one because it’s the one I can post, and also because it’s the first one. But know, I shall answer your other ask as soon as possible.

I am utterly delighted at your interest, and I’m happy to hear from you, Love.

So, 983. Before you sent this ask, I had completely forgotten. I had to look it up just to be sure lol. But Sammy, our baby, he was born in 1983. So, Room Number 983 is numbered after the last three numbers in Sam’s birth year! Because that’s all I could think of!

Lol yeah, the robe. The “I miss him” robe. The sad Victorian girl winter robe. I could see it in my head as I wrote it and it made me happy. (If you’d like, you can send me a separate ask about the significance about this and I can answer it privately, because as you know, I do all this utter bullshit on purpose)

Yes, LPD is meant to be Lawrence! That’s where they live in this! Now, I know you live there, so correct me if I’m wrong about anything lol. I might be on their radius now, after looking up blueprints and layouts of the Lawrence police stations lmao. Whoops.

Anyways, yeah! That’s... that’s it. Thank you for the ask, Love. I promise I’ll try to get to your other ask as soon as possible, but for now, thank you for that one too. ❤️❤️❤️

[impliedscamp]

Cup may I cut out the middle man of tumblr and just follow you on spotify ? It's ok if the answer is no. Hope you're doing well 💞

course you can! never managed to separate my facebook from my spotify and at this point i cant be bothered anymore lol hope you enjoy my brainworms <3

eta: whoops meant to answer this privately but heh everyone is welcome to my spotify

[woulddieforperrytheplatypus]

tag ten friends game!

I was tagged by my buddy @monotremeinafedora! 

I don’t want to bore you all with my life story (or like 10 questions but whatever) so I’m gonna put a cut down here

Name: Katie! but tbh people call me Kitty on so many social media sites that if I saw my real name online I wouldn’t even process that it was directed at me 

Gender: female

Star Sign: I’m vaguely aware that I’m a taurus but every time I see someone talking about astrology it gets super complicated and it scares me

Height: 5'4″

Sexuality: aro/ace

Hogwarts house: oof I read those books in third grade and I didn’t exactly spend much time taking internet quizzes in 2010 so I have absolutely no idea but I like the idea of Hufflepuff cuz they remind me of the Amity faction from Divergent (granted I wouldn’t last a day in the Amity faction but that’s not important)

Fav animal: imagine being able to pick a favorite animal lmao couldn’t be 

Dogs or cats: the question above I didn’t answer bc I’m indecisive but this one I can’t answer because I have a cat and two dogs and how can I choose a favorite? Like my 8-year-old dog is so sweet and cute and she likes going on walks for at least an hour with me and I love her but my 8-month-old dog is a piece of shit who tears people apart but she’s also really cute and she can be really fun when she’s not giving you really bad bruises bc you made the mistake of trying to play frisbee with her and now you have to walk around looking like someone dropped a fridge on your arms for two weeks but then what about cats right like my cat was like 12 or 13 when I got him last year and he’s an old man and he just curls up on my bed all day and sleeps on my Supernatural blanket and then I go to bed and he sleeps on my sweatshirt on the floor until like 8 am when he decides it’s a good time to crawl on my bed and tap me in the face until I wake up and ahhhhhh I just love themmmmm

Hour of sleep: I spend at least 12 hours lying in bed with the lights out and my phone away every night but how much of that is sleep and how much is eternally cringing at my horrible life decisions is unknown

Blankets: I. LOVE. BLANKETS. I have to move my stuff into college on Monday and I had an existential crisis trying to figure out what to do with my blankets like my mom got me a super soft, super warm cat blanket for Christmas specifically for school so that’s gonna come and I wanna bring my Supernatural blanket bc that’s good for a warmer night and I wanna bring my Frozen blanket because it’s so warm and fuzzy and I wanna bring my snowman blanket I got as a Christmas gift from dance last year bc it’s so cozy and I wanna bring my super soft blanket I got from work for Black Friday last year bc it’s super soft but I wanna bring the yeti blanket with the hood and buttons and mittens built in which I got from work the Black Friday before that one because duh who wouldn’t want to bring that and I wanna bring all my blankets right except I also have two weeks at home after I move my stuff in and I won’t have space to bring more blankets when I move in on the 31st bc half my duffel bag is going to be my giant stuffed Perry the Platypus I got from a friend a few months ago so I’m leaving my snowman one on the couch downstairs and my work one on my bed and my yeti’s gonna hang out by the closet with my similar Olaf blanket (that’s meant for little kids and does not fit which I didn’t know when I bought but but at least I worked at Target at the time so I got an employee discount?) probably until I come home for Thanksgiving and I’ll take my yeti blanket back with me then and wow this was a really long answer but in my defense it was a very open-ended question

Dream Job: I’m going to school for nursing, so that!

When and Why I’m here: uhhh idk what exactly it means by “when” bc I made my main blog @kittyhazelnut and my Supernatural blog @gabrielsbackbitches in like 2017ish (or whenever it was my fav character came back just to die again a month later) but this blog i made in May (idk the date but it was whenever I posted my pinned) so take your pick for that one. Why I’m here? I was talking too much about Phineas and Ferb on my main and I decided to make a side blog for it with no intention of it getting big (I mean my marvel blog @marvelbutmostlyloki has been around for a year or two and it has, like, 10 followers so clearly side blogs don’t always work out in my favor) and then I posted that screenshot of Vincent tweeting about Perry the Platypus statues replacing Confederate statues and people decided to follow me and now I exist purely to promote the new Phineas and Ferb movie to casual Phineas and Ferb fans (no jk I do love promoting the movie to casual fans but I do most of that on Twitter. I found a whole bunch of fun people in the Dwampyverse fandom and it’s like our own little private party in a dark corner of tumblr and it’s honestly the most fun I’ve ever had in a fandom, and that’s coming from someone who’s been in the Supernatural fandom for five years)

Reason for URL: I use the phrase “I would die for _______” way too much in my everyday life and I couldn’t think of a witty URL so I went with that lmao

Current time: 8:55 pm and I should probably stop staring at a screen in the middle of a dark room at 9 o’clock at night if I’m planning on being up and out of the house with a full face of stage makeup on in under 12 1/2 hours for my dance comp whoops

And now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for... TAGS! It said to tag 10 people and a lot of my peeps were tagged in Grayson’s post so I don’t think (?) I’m retagging anyone? I’m only tagging PnF people because I genuinely have no idea which of my IRLs and online friends from non-PnF-related-things would recognize this as my account lol. also half of these people are in the Perryshmirz discord bc that’s where my people live lmao

@myperryshmirtzblog @mushipper713 @necroticcoffee @grayblebayble @eathotchip-and-bi @sorryformybadenglish @ill-change-my-name-to-larry @momphineasandferbmadeablog @fcrbfletcher

Obviously y’all don’t have to do it if you don’t want to :) and if you didn’t see your URL but you want to do it anyway, go for it! You can even say I tagged you and no one has to know! in fact, wait a second...

@you 

Look, you’re tagged! You should do it too!

[theozzicorn]

I love them. There's actually a petstore close by that gets babies on occasion.

aaaaAAAAHHH that’s amazing. *whispers* have you ever gotten to pet one?

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Forty-Six: It’s All a Sham ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

He’s never wanted to do anything like this. But damn it, he’s getting fed up, and after thinking the subject around and around in circles in his head, Sasuke can only come up with one solution.

If he wants to get all these girls off his back, stalking him and annoying him, he’s got to get himself a girlfriend.

Only one problem...he doesn’t want a girlfriend. And he has no idea who he’d even ask to fill that role (falsely, of course) who wouldn’t simultaneously drive him crazy because they’re one of the very girls he’s trying to avoid!

And he doesn’t dare ask anyone for help - his brother would call the move shallow, and Naruto would never let it go. He just needs...a stand in! Someone he can point to as an excuse to avoid the crowds of girls (and admittedly some guys) that are clamoring to date him. Can’t date someone if he’s already taken, right?

...well, at least by his own personal preference.

He doesn’t judge. One girl would just be...enough. More than enough, really. Too much.

But what else can he do?

And that’s only the first part of his dilemma. The second question is whether or not he should just...fess up to it to start with. Cuz yeah, leading a girl on and not telling her the actual reason they’re ‘dating’ just feels...crummy. But could he actually get someone to agree to that…? Cuz...it’d be fake. All a sham. A little act to grant him some peace of mind. Would someone really want to go to that length for him? What if they decided they wanted to date someone else?

Ugh...so complicated...but you wouldn’t think it would be, right?

Sitting in his room, Sasuke reclines in his desk chair, leafing slowly through his yearbook. He’s a senior, now. Kind of...hard to believe. But with everything he’s going to have going on, he just...wants a little peace. Not have to worry about all these people who can’t take no for an answer.

So, he’s looking over his choices.

He’d prefer someone in his own year. So that nixes three-quarters of the school’s population right off the bat, which...isn’t all that large to begin with. He’s got two hundred people in his year. About half of that are girls, which...are the only people he’d consider doing this with. He’s already had to suffer through the mental imagery of what Naruto would pull if he broke down and asked his best friend to fake with him.

Eugh.

Besides, he actually does like girls, just...none of the ones that are constantly throwing themselves at him. While there’s nothing wrong with liking guys, he just...doesn’t.

Skimming over another page, he can place most of these faces...simply because they pester him so darn much. Grimacing at most of them, he’s almost starting to wonder if there’s anyone he can try this with.

...and then he sees her.

Hinata. A little on the short side, a little on the curvy side. Neither of which bother him. Long dark hair, pale eyes, rounded cheeks.

Huh...she’s kinda cute.

And also...a problem.

See, he happens to know she’d be one of the few - if not the only - girls that aren’t the sort to bother him. But...the reason he knows that is because she’s been crushing on Naruto hard since they were kids.

Which means...she’d probably never go for it. Not if it meant lowering her chances of being with Naruto.

Even if...Naruto is already (and has been for a long, long time) fixated on Sakura.

Who...happens to be very much infatuated with Sasuke.

And Sasuke wants nothing to do with her.

It’s so stupidly complicated.

Sasuke sighs, fiddling with the edge of the page. Could he...spin it somehow? Maybe...tell her she’d make Naruto want her more by making him...jealous? Only problem is...that’s a lie. Naruto has no intention of being with anyone but Sakura. He probably wouldn’t even notice if Hinata dated someone else. The only reason he would in this case is because it would be Sasuke, his best friend, dating her.

And he doesn’t want to lie to her. She’s too nice for that. Already he’s pretty much made up his mind that he doesn’t want to have the fake pretense of actually asking anyone out. They have to be privy to it, too. Especially someone like Hinata.

But how to get her to agree…?

At least he can also be pretty sure that - if she does say no - she probably won’t tell anyone about his little scheme, and thus spoiling the effort completely. He...sort of knows her. At least generally enough. And he doubts she’s the sort to be that mean. Maybe she’s just nice enough to take pity on him and agree?

...only one way to find out.

The coming school day, he casually tries to seek her out. But how to get her alone to ask...he doesn’t want to be overheard, after all. And surely anyone looking on would assume what he’s doing, given he’d be trying to talk to her privately. Sure, that’d work in his favor...if she agreed. And he can’t know if she will. He has a few classes with her, but those are neither private, nor the right time.

After school seems to be his best shot.

Sasuke bobs and weaves through the crowds, struggling to get to his locker and prepare to leave before she does. Slinging his bag over a shoulder, he stands on his toes to try and spot her.

There!

Sneaking his way forward, he manages to break the gap as she says goodbye to a few guys he vaguely knows. Oh...she’s not dating one of them, is she? Uh -

“...Sasuke?”

Well, crap. No backing out now.

Blinking, it takes him a moment to respond. “...Hinata.”

Her brow wilts a hair, looking a bit...confused as to why he’s here. It’s not like they really chat much idly unless they happen to be in the same group. “Do you...do you need something?”

Another pause. “Uh...kinda, yeah. Look, can I...talk to you?”

“...we are talking.”

“I mean somewhere more, uh...private.”

...now she looks very confused. “Um...sure?”

They slip into a nearby classroom, thankfully vacant of both students and staff. “Look, uh…” Maybe he should have practiced this first… “I’ve been having some...problems.”

“...okay…?”

A hand runs back through his hair. This isn’t at all what he’s really trying to say. “...you know Sakura?”

“Yes.”

“You know how she’s sorta, uh...into me?”

That earns a small laugh...which she quickly cuts off, going pink. “I-I’m sorry -”

“It’s fine. Uh...you see, she just...she won’t leave me alone! And she’s not the only one! I’ve got all these...people coming up to me, trying to...to get me to date them!”

Torn between guilty amusement and clear confusion, Hinata waits for more explanation.

“So...I thought that a way to maybe, uh...get them off my back would be to, uh...to…” This is so going to sound weird. “...pretend to date someone else.”

A blink. Then her expression slowly shifts to surprise. “...you...you mean me?”

“I know how this sounds, and - it’s not that I don’t like you! Actually, you’re a really nice person. And that’s sort of why I’m asking, cuz...well, most people I know wouldn’t be. Not saying that I, uh...that I don’t think you’d make someone a good girlfriend, I just -”

“Sasuke.” Hinata cuts him off gently, and then can’t help another small laugh. “...I think I understand.”

“...you do?”

“You just...need someone to pose as a girlfriend so you can turn them all down gently...right?”

“...something like that.”

Hinata seems to consider that.

“You aren’t, uh...seeing someone already, are you?”

“Me? Oh, n-no. No, I…” She wilts. “...I think you and I b-both know how that’s going…”

Well, that answers his earlier question. “...sorry.”

“Don’t be…” Hinata heaves a gentle sigh. “There’s only so much one can k-kid themselves...right?”

He’s...not sure how to answer that.

“...all right. I’ll do it.”

“You...you will?”

“I don’t see the h-harm. It’s not like I have anything to lose,” she giggles softly. “We could just...do things as friends. And...have people think otherwise. You know, like...see a movie every so often. Get lunch. Friends can do that! Everyone else will just assume it’s...something else.”

Friends...he wasn’t aware she considered him a friend. “Yeah, that’s...that’s exactly what I was going for.” Sasuke can’t help a relieved grin. “Okay...cool. Thank you, Hinata. Hopefully it’ll get people to just...give me a little space. I’ve got too much else to worry about senior year to want to deal with that.”

She gives him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah...I understand. So, um...how should we...spread the word?”

“I’ll let it slip to Naruto tomorrow. With him on it, I’m sure the whole school will know by lunch. Then we’ll just...start the little charade.”

Another laugh. “You know...this actually sounds a little...exciting! Like we’re spies, playing a role to blend in and complete our mission!”

Sasuke can’t help a snort. “Yeah, something like that.”

...that was actually really cute.

“A-anyway, I...I hate to just run, but I have volleyball practice…”

“Oh, no problem! I better get home and get homework done, anyway.”

“Okay!”

“Thanks again, Hinata. Seriously...you’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem! See you tomorrow...boyfriend,” she giggles, letting him open the classroom door and heading down the hall toward the locker rooms.

He watches her go, taking a long moment to realize he’s grinning. Another moment to...realize why.

...oh no. No, no. This is an act. A joke.

He is not going to end up liking her!

     Teehee :3c This is a fun concept I hinted at in...another piece I couldn't find, whoops. This one isn't related to it, but I've wanted to do this lil trope ever since! Hopefully another prompt will let me give it a part two, cuz...that's when it'll get good! But for today I just had time to sort of...intro the idea. The lovely limits of writing things daily, lol      Anywho, it's late, I'ma go sleep! Thanks for reading~

[taylovelinus]

the color swatch on your blog makes the text kinda hard to read

thanks! i’ve been wanting to change it for a while so i’ll probably mess around with it lol

edit: i meant to answer this privately whoops sorry

[jeroidk]

LOL, hi. So, my blog actually broke and nothing would show up in tags, so I posted that tokyo revengers analysis two weeks ago in vain, and I thought I deleted it, whoops guess not.

And like. This is the final draft, which I don't want to be like 'hey read this instead', because I KNOW it's emotionally heavy and a LOT and I think 15-20 pages longer, but if you want to read the one I meant to publish it's this: https://hemorrhagia.tumblr.com/post/676913977749618688/on-mikeys-dark-impulses-241-and-shinichiro

This is so embarrassing to ask, but would you mind deleting or privating the reblog? It just wasn't finished (or well, it doesn't feel finished now that I added so much more to it anyway), and I thought I deleted it ^_^'

(and sorry, I didn't read what you wrote underneath yet, I panicked and started typing this aaahhh I'll go read it now though)

Hi♡ i already deleted the reblog, don't worry♡, i happened to find it going through the "haruchiyo" tag and i found it really really interesting, i also read the finished post and damn, thanks for writing such a great analysis, i really enjoyed reading it (twice, lol)

I can already see this theory/analysis living rent free in my mind until Wakui gives us some fricking answers 😫