Oh my FUCKING god, no one ever talk to me again because I just made THE best connection of my life, Richie Tozier absolutely dresses the exact same way Johnny Knoxville does omg omg the stupid random graphic t shirts, the way they are always small on him, the ones with dumb white text, the converse, the dickies, Richie would most definitely wear Johnnys totally straight shirt come the fuck on now.
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imagine being awoken from a peaceful nap to being absolutely railed by a desperate satoru. his arms wrapped around you tight, his cock slamming into you over and over again. all while his face is in your neck and he’s whimpering, begging for you to “please, please, come. just one more time. i wanna feel you come on my dick just one more time baby.”
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crazy form!yunho and wooyoung in their lil workshop, refining their tech and whatnot. enter: you, the super attractive computer tech genius who hongjoong may or may not have bribed into joining their cause. at first things are bumpy but soon enough wooyoung has you bent over one of the desks, papers and pencils strewn all over the place, while yunho is reclined leisurely and watching with a very obvious erection as he instructs woo on how to fuck you as he's waiting for some data to load <33
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Kegare by Zillasafe fanart :)
This fic is absolutely gut-wrenchingly beautiful, as many will say, so i wanted to draw some art of it! Not sure if its 100% accurate since my wyes blur with tears whenever i try to read it, but i hope it suffices lol
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Ghost x gn reader
Here, have some platonic fluff. I just had the worst milkshake and I can still taste it- to be fair, I was warned
It all started with a craving. The desire, no, need for a milkshake was getting to you, but you didn't have any regular ice cream.
Ghost stood behind you in the kitchen as you checked the freezer, again.
"I wonder if a banana mint chocolate chip milkshake would be any good?" you wonder out loud.
"Sounds horrible. Wouldn't recommend it, love. I'll get some vanilla ice cream tomorrow and we can make a milkshake then," he says, leans against the counter.
You glare playfully at him in response, not willing to back down just yet. "C'mon, don't knock it 'till you try it! You're such a hater," you huff.
Too tired to argue, Ghost rolls his eyes at you. "Alright, you win. We'll make the bloody milkshake." He sighs in defeat.
Gleefully, you grab the pint of mint chocolate ice cream, milk, and bananas. In hindsight, it was a horrible combination.
With the monstrosity successfully created, you pour a glass for yourself. You glance at Ghost, who is giving you some serious side eye right now.
"Want some?" You offer.
"I'd rather not," he says bluntly. That doesn't stop him from grabbing a mug and pouring himself just a little bit of it.
He raises the bottom half of his mask to take a sip. He immediately regrets the decision, a small grimace flashing across his face.
You take a sip as well.
It's bad. Worse than you thought. It smells strange and tastes worse- not that you'd ever admit it to Ghost.
"It's not that bad." You sigh, glancing at Ghost's reaction. "Like I said, you're just a hater!"
He raises an eyebrow at you. "It's all yours, love. I'm not gonna fight you for it." He lifts his hands in mock surrender.
Later, you're both sitting on the couch. You convinced him to watch the barbie moving with you, not that he was particularly paying attention to it.
You sigh, and he looks over at you.
"Somethin' the matter?" He grunts.
"It's the fucking milkshake! I can still taste it! It was awful, why did you let me drink that?" you rant at him, feigning annoyance.
He crosses his arms at you and gives you an 'I told you so' look.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he chuckles.
The next day, you're much happier after having a normal milkshake with vanilla ice cream.
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