#dawg lay off a little

[flowermist7432]

Last night I had a verrry pleasant dream that readily consisted of multiple fictional characters being in my house; and one of them was a complimentary duo of Barnaby and Wally! Tucking a tired Wally into bed and having the big ol' blue dog himself failing to rummage through my fridge while we chatter at eachother was my favorite... Oh the woes I felt when I had to wake up from it!

#Other than me having to go turn off a TV becauss the sounds on it were getting Wally overwhelmed- it was very silly #Barnaby: Kid im just a small little pooch! M' hungry! #Me: Well the dog food is around the corner bud #Barnaby: As if! im hankering for one o' these! *lifts one of my turkey dogs at me* #me: really? thought you woulda' been interested in the 'woof'les! #Barnaby: *CLUTCHES CHEST* #TIS IT VERY FUNNY #Wally layed in bed like a sweetheart but Barnaby tore up my kitchen and the cardboard in the garage! come get yer' dawg

[chosocutegf]

O'Hara with a chubby wife? Like dawg i wanna see him appreciate that chubbiness 😫 plus points she's always soft and kind to him which makes him fall even more

I'm so in love

I LOVE CHUBBY READER ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO MIGUEL ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

It makes me think about Miguel fawning over you, looking at you from afar because he can’t help but keep his gaze on your plump curves. I think about him sitting on the sofa, while you’re in the kitchen, cooking or something, and he can’t stay focused on whatever he was looking at the tv.

When you turn around and catch him staring, he doesn’t look away. He is not embarrassed that you saw him gawking at you, because he wants you to know that he is obsessed with you. “Ven aquí, mi amor,” (come here, my love) he calls you, a soft smile when he sees you walking towards him with a raised brow.

When you stand before him, he looks up at you with pure love in his eyes, before resting his hands over your full hips and gently tugging you closer, guiding you between his legs. He rests his head on your soft tummy, and nuzzles his face there, sliding his hands under your shirt and pawning gently at your plump waist. He hums when you thread your fingers through his dark locks and closes his eyes as he relaxes against you. “What are you doing?,” you ask softly, laugh in your voice.

He lets out a soft playful groan, burying his face in your tummy before tugging you impossibly closer, almost making you fall if it wasn’t for you placing your hands over his shoulders. You chuckle softly when he mumbles against your shirt, “nothing, mamí, just appreciating you”.

A gasp leaves your lips when he quickly wraps his arms around your legs and moves you to the couch, pushing you to lay down before laying on top of you. You huff softly at his weight, squirming slightly to adjust yourself under him. Miguel groans against youand buries his face between your full breasts, a little smile on his lips at the plumpness of his new makeshift pillow.

“Comfortable?,” you asks teasingly, glancing down at him before wrapping your arms around his broad back and holding him close. He nods slightly against you, nuzzling even closer, “mucho”. (very much) You let out a soft hum before sliding your hand under his baggy shirt, scratching his skin gently.

You feel his grip tighten around you, squishing you under him as he relaxes even more under your touch. Soon after, you feel his breath getting slower and when you glance down, he is asleep. There is a smile on your lips when you reach for the tv control and switch it off.

can you hear me cry? ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

(m.list)

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[jd07201990]

I shouldn't have opened my mouth. All I had to do was just walk away, and I'd have been fine. Now, It takes 3 showers a day, and a can of Axe a week, just to control the apocalyptic funk of athlete that pours from my pits... and feet... ok, ok I just stink, ok?! And its all because I tried to stop Pops, a local Gym Owner, from bullying one of his regulars.

The massive man was absolutely raging, as he berated a Jock for skipping sessions, despite the young man explaining desperately that he couldn't miss any more assignments or he'd lose his scholarship. It didn't seem to quell Pops's anger, as I watched the man drag the boy to a bench, and force him to lift rep after rep, until the Jock was panting, begging for a break, promising not to miss any more sessions. 

I'd been walking on the treadmill the whole time, and decided to get involved. My first mistake. Walking up to Pops, I cleared my throat, and told him to lay off, that clearly the Jock was exhausted. Pops grabbed my collar and hoisted me up off the ground, before I could react, his face nearly against mine as he went off, first about my nosing about, then about how ridiculously thin I am. I stammered, my legs dangling, until Pops put me down, and smirked.

"You know, a little meat on those bones wouldn't hurt. Maybe with a few pounds, those big, sweaty dawgs you've got wouldn't look so clownish!"

My jaw dropped, a squirmed under his gaze, as a shiver went down my spine, and a dull, warm itch began in my feet. I don't know where he'd gotten the idea that my feet were clownish, I'm 5'7" with size 9.5s! But suddenly, my sneakers felt cramped, warm, with a dull humid dampness making it feel as if I'd stuffed my foot into a wet towel.

Then, I groaned, as a sharp pain shot down my ankles, and my sneakers burst open, revealing wide, reeking Jock-feet, at least size 13. A dense funk rose, and I gagged, the intense reek of Athlete poured from my torn shoes. Pops laughed heartily, then sneered. 

"And those pits! You'd think with hairy, sweaty pits like those, you'd be top of the roster! Not even Big Billy has pits as bad as yours! There's a bull inside you, just waiting to come out!"

Again, that cold shiver ran down my back, and my armpits felt as if fire ants were biting them. Hundreds of itchy bumps formed, then, hair sprouted, filling in and dampening until the stink of the locker room oozed out from them. I whimpered as I caught the scent. Looking up at Pops, I begged.

"Please! Don't do this! You gotta undo this! I'm not a Jock!"

Pops laughed, taking both my shoulders in his massive rough hands, and pushed me down onto a bench, taking my arms and forcing them up onto the bar. My pits were fully on display as he growled.

"Lift. Don't stop until I come back, or those pits and feet will be the least of your worries."

I believed him, and tried to pull the bar down, barely moving the weights. Pops facepalmed, moved to a backpack next to a mountainous young brute lifting what had to be the weight of a small car. He fished out a protein shake, pressed the nozzle to my lips, and forced me to guzzle a few mouthfuls, pulling it away as I heard my stomach gurgle. 

I hiccuped, then burped, as my body seemed to warm, sweat forming, soaking down my shirt. Then, muscle began to swell under my skin, not huge, round bulk, but enough to look as if I'd been hitting the gym for several months, not days. When it settled, I must've gained 10 lbs, all of it hard muscle. When I pulled the bar down this time, it wasn't easy, but I wasn't lifted off the seat this time. Again and again I tested my new size, and Pops grinned. giving my thicker shoulder a punch. 

"I'll make an athlete out of you yet. Like it or not, you're gonna be one of Pops's boys! No one mouth's off to pop, unless they've earned it here at my gym! got it!"

I wanted to be defiant, to insult him, or run, but the look in his eye told me if I so much as thought about leaving, I'd be waddling out of here, sideways through the door, looking like the Behemoth that Pops had taken the shake from! I gulped, looked down, and forced myself to lift. Maybe if Pops is happy, he'll at least tone down the absolute fog of stink that screams, "Big Dumb Jock" from a mile away!

[noxxchive]

mwah what up dawg can i requests dazai with a s/o whos very immature like laughs at the wrong time, whos laughs at inapporiate jokes and pranks kunikida. :33

YAHOOO hello hi hey anon!! TY for the request ehhehe MUA also dazai is so silly i wanna put him in a microwave *having a near death stroke*

✦ Dazai with an immature S/O ✦

♫ Walking On A Dream - Empire Of The Sun

✧ warnings : gn reader・ bad writing・slight hint at suggestive jokes・dazai being dazai (what else is new)・crack?・fluff??? (what the fuck is this help…)

✧ summary : some headcanons (my brain is fried) + you and zaza Dazai are a tad bit silly together at the agency instead of workin

w/c : 1K-ish

Youuuu two are pretty much the cause of Kunikida's daily headaches…

…though it's not just Kunikida losing his mind at this point, with both you and Dazai matching each other's energy, the whole agency is praying for peace every day.

Dazai feels prideful when he gets to get a little laugh out of you, it's easy for you to laugh at things and he finds it adorable

Your laughs and giggles feed his ego TRUST

His favorite moments are when you both seem to read each other's mind, later going back and forth between your ideas of how to annoy Kunikida

Both end up getting scolded and lectured by him, and in a worst-case scenario, he forces the two of you to sit as far apart from each other as possible while dumping piles of paper on your desks.

Your laughs also make him burst out laughing as well no matter how unfunny or serious the situation can be

With his way of wording things and your humor combined, it’s impossible for you to not snicker when he says the most normal things

“Dazai can you over real quick—” “I’m coming!” “…….that’s what she said LMFAOOOO”

A hundred percent made you laugh so much once that your stomach AND jaw were hurting

Dazai is silly, so it’s only fair he gets an ALSO silly s/o

…Today was unexpectedly boring. No special cases, no special encounters with the infamous port mafia… no special anything. Just paperwork. The only way to entertain yourself—and slack off from dealing with the paperwork and reporting on earlier cases—was to cause a little bit of chaos. The awkward silence throughout the agency’s office was killing you anyways…

You took a quick glance at Dazai who was sitting across the room and laying his chin on his desk, half asleep and bored out of his mind. He was quick to notice you looking at him and returned your gaze with his shit eating grin. The one that meant ‘nothing but trouble™’.

Your lips parted slightly to mouth the words ‘I’m bored’ to him, but Dazai was already spinning around in his office chair and wheeling his way closer to Kunikida’s desk.

“Heeeeey Kunikida~ So, you see, me and y/n are a teensy bit bored and I was wo-”

“Get the hell back to work, Dazai.”

The blond grumbled in frustration, not even raising his head from the monitor screen in front of him. His hands typed into the computer with speed, making a continuous clicking sound. Kunikida then paused, fixed his glasses and turned his head to you.

“…You too, y/n.”

He added, speaking in a much less annoyed tone than when he talked to Dazai. He immediately went back to working. The brunette sighed, getting back to his desk with a pout. Though, you knew that he was way too bored to have mercy on Kunikida today—or literally any other day.

Yanking one of the forms put aside on his desk in a swift motion, Dazai carefully turned it into a paper plane. He continued doing so until nearly half the pile of papers was gone and paper plane-ified. You raised your head from your own work and watched in amusement.

“Oh? You knew origami and didn’t tell me? Wow, ‘samu, can’t believe you’ve been keeping such great talent a secret from me!” You giggled, clutching your chest to add onto your dramatic act while spinning your office chairs’ way closer to Dazai. He grinned, busy adding the finishing touches to his 30th paper plane, “Oh I can do much more than some silly origami stuff, trust me on that.”

A chuckle escaped from your lips, loud enough for Dazai’s ears to catch it and smile with pride. He was so focused that he had even piqued Atsushi and Kyouka’s interest—along with Ranpo stealing glances from time to time.

You had long begun to help him with whatever he was scheming, making a few paper planes of your own and dropping the 45th? 54th? Whatever number paper plane onto his desk. While both of you were busy with your paper plane making, Kunikida’s laptop slammed shut; though neither you nor Dazai heard it or the sound of him stomping his way to the two of you. Dazai snickered while you counted the paper planes he’d made, going back and forth with the numbers as you kept losing count.

“Goddammit Dazai, stop distracting me! Unless you want to count all this yourself…” You grumbled and playfully smacked him in the head with the plane you were holding. He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Kunikida cleared his throat.

It made you both sink into your seats, slowly turning to face him—arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot.

“Dazai. Y/n. May I ask what you’re doing? It’s not work as far as I’m concerned.”

Kunikida’s tone was surprisingly calm… the calm before the storm, you thought. Dazai, completely nonchalant about Kunikida’s presence, held one of the paper planes up and above his own head and grinned.

“Entertaining ourselves since boredom is ought to kill us~ Why do you ask?”

Out of curiosity, you decided to unfold one of the planes to take a look at it’s contents. Your vision blurred for a second once you realized what all that paperwork that you had turned into planes actually was… While Dazai was busy showing off the paper plane he had in hand to Kunikida, you desperately tugged on his sleeve, tapped his shoulder, shook his hand, anything to get him to stop talking.

“Dazai… have you even taken a look at what those papers were about?” Kunikida cut Dazai off, brows furrowed.

“Hmm? Oh, no not really! What’re they fo—”

“They’re all boss’ notes and reports…”

You whispered to him in a shaky voice, eyes still glued to Fukuzawa’s signature at the bottom of the crumpled piece of paper.

“Handwritten notes and reports.”

All three of you turned your head to Ranpo, who was fiddling around with a bag of chips, struggling to get it open.

“Those are all handwritten by him. He left them on Dazai’s desk not expecting anyone to touch them, knowing that he barely—almost never works… Just thought I’d let you know.”

A long pause. Ranpo then turned his chair around and aside from his faint chewing, the silence in the office had become deafening…

“…Wow, nice work, detective Dazai Osamu…” You mocked, eyebrows knitted together.

“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus like thaaaaat, you helped too! So cruel of you, bella…”

Dazai gave you a dramatic ‘hmph!’ and awkwardly turned to Kunikida—who was practically shaking in fury—with a sheepish smile, throwing the paper plane at his head followed by a nervous laughter.

“Nowwww before you do or say anything, Kunikida-kun~ In my defens-”

“…DazaaAAAIIII—!!!”

p.s : its been awhile since ive written and actually posted it so this is a bit wonky I KNOW im not this ass at writing please spare my life i have a wife and kids…

#𓂃⊹⁺༉ noxie one shots #bsd dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x male reader #dazai x gn reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #bsd x male reader #bsd x gn reader

[hijackalx]

GALE NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

gale will insist on doing the clean-up himself. like cleaning up both u and him. it's just his gentlemanly nature 😇 i think he also will ramble about stuff completely unrelated while doing it too 😹😹 like while he's wiping off ur face or something with a warm rag he'll be saying shit like "hm. i wonder where tara is, haven't seen her in a while. probably off eating pigeons, i suppose" STOPP IM IN LOVE WITH HIM

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

i think he's pretty proud of his shoulders. they have good width to them and idk they just look nice and stronk 💪🏻 as for his partner, he is a thigh man. he lovvessss thighs. will kiss and squeeze them while u sit on his face. also, if ur AFAB, he will not ever hesitate to grab a titty 🤭

C = Cum (anything to do with cum,

basically)

not getting any specific places where he likes to cum. i think he will cum anywhere as long as it's on/in u. waitttt he probably does like to cum in ur mouth doe. and maybe to smear it on ur lips a little like some lip gloss 😊 LMAO

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

lowkey think he's a little bit of a voyeur ooohhh nasty boy. idk like i think hes into watching/hearing other ppl fuck but he is deeply ashamed of this so dont ever bring it up 😹😹

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

dawg. nobody can convince me his first wasnt mystra. sooo.... not SUPER experienced in terms of like... numbers...... but him and mystra was doing some freak shit....... i just know it.......

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ugh this is a good question. i think he likes cowgirl. u have to hold his hands tho and make eye contact with him or just forget it gurl 🙄✋ he likes to admire ur body and watch u use him to get off

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

okkk gale can be a little silly sometimes but are we surprised ?? HES ALWAYS SILLY !! i think he switches between serious and goofy. he takes mess-ups and embarrassing moments pretty well and will never make u feel bad over them 🥺 like he'll use humor to make u feel comfortable and safe I NEED HIMMMMM FUCK

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

yeah hes pretty hairy. i dont think his hair is EXTREMELY thick tho. like he has fine, kind of curly kind of straight body hair? not a lot on his chest but he does have a happy trail, pubes, ARMPIT HAIR 🤤, and leg and forearm hair. i think it looks rlly good on his forearms too eugh.......

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can be really romantic if he wants to (which is most of the time) but like i said he can also be unserious. but that doesnt make it less romantic i guess ???? anyway yeah he'll even plan everything out. like the type of dude to light candles and lay rose petals and shit 😹😹 probably likes to have some wine beforehand to get yall in the mood better too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he will but i dont think he does often. if ur an option he prefers that. if not theres like a 50/50 chance he'll beat off. lowkey feel like he might debate on whether or not its too much work and if he should just go to sleep instead LMAO WAIT PAUSSEEEEEE MAGE HAND ????? yeah...... yeah gurl. if hes feeling lazy thats how its gonna go. prolly will close his eyes and pretend its ur hand

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

normally somewhere secluded like in a room together on a bed but if hes feeling spicy then somewhere with the possibility of getting caught 😏 maybe on a balcony somewhere or IN THE FUCKING SKY

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

i think hes pretty sensitive and in tune to teasing glances or accidentally-on-purpose touches. wordddsss too bro. loves dirty talk so much. especially if ur the one to talk dirty to him. ugh ok gemini vibes yall? yes or yes? anyway whisper things in his ear or say suggestive things in front of other ppl, like innuendo shit 😹

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

uhhh... umm.... uh

jk he wont do any noncon roleplay or anything like that. not sure if theres anything else tho 😭

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

wants to give and receive but has a preference for giving head like its probably his fav sex act 😭😭 yall know hes good af at it too and probably says nasty shit while hes doing it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he'll adjust depending on what u want. but if ur riding him he likes when ur more sensual that way he can admire ur body a little better

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

doesnt seem like a quickie guy to me. like i said he likes to plan it out most days.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

😐

yes. hes a freak yall

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

if he does most of the work then he wont want to go another round but if its u then he probably will. i think it just depends on his mood too. if ur not satisfied yet tho he will use mage hand or projection gale to help 😹😹

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i think he likes to tease a generous amount. he can dish it out but cant take it tho he gets flustered pretty fast lol

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not extremely loud but will moan/whimper whatever. hes not afraid to make noise like not ashamed at all but i dont see him being obnoxious lol. mostly just talks tho LMAO

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

hes pretty much always thinking nasty but not always horny. he just like me fr. prolly not trying to smash often tho cuz he likes to plan ahead and make everything perfect. will fuck maybe 3 days a week unless ur really raring to go 😭

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

will prolly catch up on a book afterwards for a while before going to sleep. this is so comforting to me tho like what? imagine being all fucked-out and snuggy while ur bae reads their lil book and looks after u while u sleep.... need

#added a lil picture for yall is that nice ? #baldurs gate #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #gale headcanons #gale of waterdeep #headcanons #x reader #gale x tav #gale x reader #my headcanons #baldurs gate 3 #bg3

[emmyrosee]

EMMY. EMMY. OH MY GOODNESS. I’M POPPING IN SUPER QUICKLY AFTER SEEING THE INBOX OPENING AGAIN TO GIVE U THIS ADORABLE THOUGHT I HAD!!!

(and ok Ik I said my next ramble would be Bakugou but I……. may or may not have lost the prompt I had written down to send in from back then……. I’M LOOKING FOR IT THO I SWEAR!!! I’ll make good on my promise, my memory is just bad and I can’t remember it for the life of me!!!)

ANYWAY!!!!!

I come to propose a question: how do you think the actual loml miya atsumu would deal with an incredibly needy s/o who is absolutely horrible at asking for affection even when you so desperately want it (me lmfao I can’t ask for shit without getting embarrassed)?? I’m talking giving him all the hints- tugging on his shirt, the pleading eyes, poking him until he’s annoyed enough to react, etc. Everything but outright asking for affection. I feel like at first he wouldn’t pick up on it but after he gets used to the habits? “Ohhhhh I see what you want baby”. Teases relentlessly until he finally gives in and gives you all the attention you could ever (not) ask for and THEN some. He’s always the one asking for affection, so when the roles are reversed why wouldn’t he make it worthwhile? He loves the smile and how happy and giggly you get after!!

maybe sometimes he’d even try a roundabout way of helping you get better at asking for things by being a little shit and doing something different from what you were hinting at until you finally ask, and he just gets the biggest smile on his face and cheers and :(((

…can you tell my love language is physical touch?? also that I’m lonely?? all I ever ramble on about is how badly I want to be on the receiving end of love and affection from these boys 🤪

anon <3

GOD. HANDS AND KNEES DAWG.

I feel like atsumu is the kinda boyfriend to be able to completely ask what he wants, and he left all of the being shy to osamu. He’s got no issue coming up to you and asking for some snuggles and affection, and while it’s not quite the same as him giving the affection to you, it’s enough contact where he’s on top of you or curled against you where you can scratch the need just a little bit.

But he doesn’t always need that level of babying. He doesn’t always have to be cuddled and have his hair carded and his arms gently rubbed, and sometimes, he completely bypasses attention all together because how is he supposed to know you need it when you can’t tell him?

Which, right now, it’s hard, because you just want to be coddled and loved, and he doesn’t seem to get it :(

So, you do start to rebel. Just slightly.

It starts small, you laying your legs across his lap on the couch in hopes he’ll tug you on top of him, but all he does is rub your shin with his thumb- when you poke him with your toes, he breaks out a tickle attack that has you screaming and giggling and satisfying a small part of you that needs him.

“Don’t poke me with your dogs, that’s nasty,” he snickers, placing a kiss on your cheek before gently moving your legs off of him, getting up and kissing you before heading to the kitchen.

When you follow him, he’s heating up some leftover pizza, and when you hoist yourself up and onto the counter in his way, he looks at you with beady eyes and pokes his tongue in the corner of his mouth.

“Must you sit right there?” He asks, motioning to the microwave just a few feet away. You giggle, and he rolls his eyes and gently places a few kisses along your neck and jawline and a final one on your lips. “Needy baby- go back to the couch, stay comfortable; I'm gonna bang out some of the chores.”

Your hands reach out to grip his shirt, and now the smile on his face slowly starts to fade. “Baby. I got shit to do. Let go.”

“No,” you whimper. And he’s getting annoyed, you can feel it, but you just...

You just want him so bad; he’s been so focused on other things today, things involving not you, and it’s making you antsy and honestly, a little frustrated.

Of course he's allowed to do other things through the day. But you just want ten minutes where you're his and his alone, and you don't have to share him with whatever stupid tasks cross his path.

With a roll of his eyes, he pulls out of your grip to eat the slice cold, mumbling a muffled "whatever" as he walks down the hall to the bedroom. You feel neglected, tossed aside, because you're not trying to be a force, you just need him to use his damn cognitive thinking for five damn seconds-

Against your better judgement perhaps, you get up and follow him to the bedroom, gnawing on your lip and fiddling with your fingers. there's a piece of pizza dangling from his teeth as he folds some of his laundry. Golden eyes flick to you, and you nod subtly as you make your way to the bed and pick up a clean shirt. It smells so clean, yet it lingers with the smell of his cologne and hair gel, and you clutch it close instead of folding it.

"Ya don't have to help," he says, using one of his hands to pull away the remaining bit of pizza. "But can I have that?"

"No."

"Babe-"

"I want it."

"Like... to have?" He pops the last of the pizza in his mouth.

You roll your eyes, "no... it just... smells like you."

"It shouldn't, I just washed it-"

"In a good way."

A brow raises, "well can't I just give you a hug so I can finish my laundry.

Before you can say anything else, his face softens, the cogs simply starting to turn at the sound of his own words. Maybe this did work...

“Oh.”

Maybe.

“Oh.”

Did it-

“I know what you want.”

Your heart races as he talks to you. A cocky smirk slowly spreads over his cheeks, and you whine softly in your throat as he wraps his thick hands under your knees, and yanks you towards him. You squeal, batting his hands away, but he’s quick to gather your torso in his arms and hoist you up and against his chest.

“You just want some lovin’s, don’t ya?” He asks, and when you don’t answer, he clicks his tongue and slowly rocks you both back and forth. “Just soooo blinded in your love and adoration for me that you can’t say that you needed me.”

"Shut up-"

"God forbid I do anything but cater to your every whim and need and desire!"

“You’re an ass,” you snicker.

He plants a kiss on your forehead with a smile, “it’s alright; I’ll always figure it out in the end, baby.”

And you just. Melt into him. It’s all you can do, this is all you’ve wanted all day, and now that you're completely enveloped in his arms, it's like every swimming thought you've had, and every insecurity about asking him for affection is stilled, and you're able to just focus on him, and his tight grip around you.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, love," he mumbles, nosing your temple. You nod and curl closer, letting the smell of clean laundry lull you at ease.

and of course he's not just going to let this lay. because atsumu is cocky and hes annoying and all he wants is for his baby to be confident in asking for him :(

but rather than trying to move on with his day, he's trying to coax you to be more comfortable in letting him know you want him. he does these big, dramatic leaps of what you could possibly want from him when you swat and tug at him. anything that'll make you feel safer in talking to him and expressing your needs.

because ultimately, thats all atsumu wants- you to feel safe :(

#please dont be mad at how long this took #atsumu miya #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x reader fluff #atsumu miya x gn!reader #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu miya haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu x gn!reader #miya atsumu imagine #miya atsumu haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n

[queenendless]

Giddy Giant

Working on new content for here on other stuff like P3R and maybe YGO in the future but its mostly JJK still for now. Anywho — !

Lee!Satoru Gojo x Ler!GN!Reader.

Short fic piece on established relationship, tickle madness/fluff, foot tickles/worship. The moment I saw the official artwork, my inner ler demanded content.

Sorry for my personal kinks/fetishes and it's fine if it turns you off from reading this but honestly I wrote this in like 2 days ... yeah inspiration comes and goes and works in odd ways so sorry about that.

*DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, TRANSLATE, COPY AND/OR EDIT MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER IF YOU ENJOY MY CONTENT, REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW, THNX.

Downing a bunch of coffee with mini marshmallows would satiate the sweets addicted Satoru Gojo for the time being.

But after finishing a week’s worth of work exorcizing curses, it would make even the one at the apex of sorcery get exhausted.

So cups of that cozy warm beverage only knocked him right out.

To see him out of his usual work attire and into more casual clothing was nice. Having no blindfold on meant his bangs hung freely in his face.

Laying down on the couch meant his long slim legs took up most of it, with his big dawgs pressed against the couch arm.

You peaked over the couch, smitten at the breathtaking sight of your partner fast asleep, feasting on how irresistible he looked.

Now that he's back in your shared home, that meant he trusted you enough to let his Infinity down and recharge.

But after being apart for so long, you wanted to hear his genuine melody right away.

The carefree laughs he gives off to everyone else was always for show or mockery due to his bad personality.

And yet, around you, his persona as the strongest could be dropped. To you, he's just Satoru Gojo, your partner, free to unwind.

For you, plopping on the arm rest those grippers pressed up against, your favorite unwinding method went underway.

His face scrunched up a bit, underlined by quiet grumbles as you stroked a finger up and down one sole before his other foot came in to brush your ghost touches away.

You grinned slyly, repeating the same brush stroke to the other sole, watching in silent glee as those strewn lips started stretching.

Tenderly rubbing his bridges in circles, your hands went all spider-like as they scratched at them next.

His legs shifted as his head craned back against the other armrest, humming some deep chuckles behind those now curling lips.

Slowly wiggling your digits into his arches had him kicking, nearly hitting you, but you sprung off the arm rest, when you froze.

“If you wanted to get a session going, you could have just waited until after I fully rested up. But attacking me in my sleep with my guard down like that … sneaky little ler you~”

Despite getting caught, Gojo's slanted eyes danced with mirth, peeking from underneath his arm resting against his forehead. He then propped those feet up on the armrest, waving them temptingly, waiting for your next move.

Gently kneading that velvety foot with ease made you relish in how soft they felt despite the man moving around so much and kicking the shit out of foes and the like. Your thumbs wiggled deeply into his silky skin, licking and smooching, for his taste is one that could never be topped.

He craned his head back as his adorable giggles left his open mouth smile, plopping his spare foot atop your noggin. “Does using you as my new footstool earn me anything?”

“Careful what you wish for.”

Releasing your current target, you pulled his other foot off your cranium before squeezing it in both your hands, gentle nibbling on his squirmy taunting toes had him giggling louder, kicking his spasming free leg out in response.

“Maybe I should have asked for this kind of treatment the moment I got back.” He chortled through his words, squirming as he sat up now, pulling his free foot out of your reach to flex it. “Though I'd rather you sit your cute little fanny down if we're gonna keep going.”

Smooching the ball of his foot, you freed it as you curled up on the empty cushion spot, snatching up the other foot, cradling it still before lathering those toes in the same sultry treatment as you gave the previous five, working your tongue in between them, earning a guffawing Gojo squirming in his spot.

“If it means I can keep doing this, fine by me.” Your breathy words made him shiver from the tingling touch to his slick skin.

“Can't believe being the lee in this can feel this good. Receiving this kind of worship from you is interesting. Though it'd devastate my very soul if I reflexively hit you by accident~!” He dramatically cried out before breaking out into full blown howling as you sat on his calves to slide all your fingers in between all his toes, attacking the pads and stems in your vibrating frenzy.

“That's a risk I'm willing to take – AAH~!”

You suddenly yelp as Satoru slid his hands underneath your top from behind, kneading and pinching your flesh, jolting in his grasp while letting out many shrieks yourself.

“Bad move to turn your back on your prey ... Y/n.”

Your futile attempt to pull away from him drove him to pull himself in until he literally splayed up against your back, leaning down to chuckle sinisterly right in your blushing ear.

“This is where you're weak, right~?” His teasing only heightened the ticklish sensation as his hands slid down to cup your jiggly belly and vibrate those sculpted fingers of his crazily, bringing out a stream of high-pitched howling and frantic limbs flailing outta you.

“I'm down for switching our roles right about now. You're not the only one who's missed the sound of our laughter.” He littered your face with butterfly kisses in tune with his fingers digging into your hips, making you laugh harder. “Especially yours.”

“No fair! I was just getting started!” You whined through your cackling when his lips began buzzing into your neck, earning spouts of screams and squirming from you.

“You've been a fabulous tickle monster thus far, Y/n. But now, let your dear Toru return the favor~” His devious laughter mingled with your guffawing as his lone digit jiggled into your belly button.

His unrestrained laughter filled up the room with yours, caging your legs between his own. Shedding tears from the ticklish overload, you were smothered by his unbridled warmth, tickles and all.

After a while spent becoming puddy in his dexterous hands, he stopped, letting you sag against his chest, shivering from his ghost touches, tired giggles leaving your parted lips.

Nuzzling his nose against your tear-stained hot cheek, he licked the salty goodness off your skin. Satoru beamed with affection for you, pecking your lips lovingly with a giggle of his own. “Good to be back in your arms again, my beloved ler.”

He fell back against the couch so he could lay there with you entangled in his arms, your legs intertwined, as you nuzzled your tired face against your makeshift pillow that is his chest, finally settling down with a smile of your own.

“Welcome home.”

#lee!gojo #ler!reader #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen au #jjk tickle #jujutsu kaisen tickle #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x gn!reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x gn!reader #gojo x gender neutral reader #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo x you #jjk gojo x y/n #tickle fluff #tickle fic #sleepy tickles

[jeneseoquoi]

saw this thing on twitter saying 127 are all the type to get in a fight for u but who do u think actually would fight??? like i cant see alllllll of them fighting lol

LMAO i'm laughing bc i saw this exact same thing on twitter too. it was hilarious seeing everyone's opinions. here's mine:

nct 127 | reacting to you in a fight

taeil: he is absolutely not jumping in at any point in time. will make sure nobody tries to sneak you though. snatches anybody's phone who tries to record it. tells you you won even if you both know they two pieced you up. laughs every time when it randomly pops into his head weeks/months/years later.

johnny: his big ass. he will definitely laugh while recording if you're really tossing that ho like a salad. if you start losing or the other person's friends try to jump you, he's immediately intervening to stop the fight. lines everyone who witnessed it up and makes them delete any incriminating evidence off their phones.

taeyong: is BEGGING you to stop fighting. once he realizes it's dead serious and you're not going down without a fight, he just steps back to watch and make sure nobody around is being sneaky. (saw someone on twitter say he would post the other person's weave that he snatched up the next day and i absolutely stand by the person who said this lmaooooo.)

yuta: MY DAWG IS 100% IN THE MIDDLE WRECKING HOS FOR YOU. like the minute he senses you're about to get in a fight, he's already there throwing bows left and right. let a trifling bitch pull your hair, he's immediately got them in a chokehold talking about some "i'll let go when you let go." lays out anybody who ever tries to step to you again. this is my rider frfr.

doyoung: is so embarrassed omg. yelling at you to remember his image in hopes of getting you to come to your senses and stop fighting. actively running around the crowd taking peoples' phones so they can't record. soooo mad at you after the fight is over, but still makes sure to take care of you and any wounds you suffered.

jaehyun: anyone who decides to be with this man has to have hands like. he is genuinely confused as to what's happening, but trusts that you can handle your own so he just watches in amusement. lies and tells you it's just a little scratch & that you still look pretty afterwards, even though your shit is BUSTED. at least you won though.

jungwoo: is screaming, crying, and throwing up. like normally you're his soft, sweet baby, so who the fuck is this?!?!? in tears the entire time it's happening, like he can't even comprehend what led up to the fight in the first place. on his knees, BEGS you to never ever get into another fight ever again. he is genuinely traumatized, like he never sees you the same way again lmao.

mark: cursing everybody in that mf out. "the fuck is your problem bro"-ing everyone involved. only hops in when he sees you starting to lose. in turn starts getting his ass beat, which gives you the advantage to start molly whopping hos so you can save your man. will forever remind you of the time he got his shit rocked just so you wouldn't lose a fight. don't ever let him go hahaha.

haechan: honestly, probably the reason you're in a fight in the first place. like he was the one talking mad shit in the first place, but you know he don't got hands at all, so now here you are fighting his battle. keeps taunting the other person & the people on their side like "yeah that's right, mess with me and my girl will smack you up." you promise yourself that when you're done whooping their ass, that he's next.

#nct 127 reactions #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 writings #nct writings #thatsseonini: asks #this was so much fun to write lmaoooooo #yuta the only one i'd trust in a fight #mark is a close second bc he'll take a beating for you lmao

[chocotonez]

soft felix bf hcs

a/n: I’m v happy to be back in the groove of things, so hopefully I can get all these requests out! hope this is ok anon, thank you for requesting!

warnings/genre: fluff, soft, suggestive but lix is just handsy that’s all, not proofread

-always so soft with you, asks if you’re okay, how you’re doing, have you eaten yet?? he never fails to check up on you

-but he’s also v playful LMAO, likes to tease you or randomly come up behind you to poke ur cheek or squish ur face

-thinks ur the cutest ever and always gets all giggly and smiley when he sees you

-any time he dies in a game and he gets frustrated he gives you a kiss so he calms down!! you’re like an angel to him

-whenever he’s upset he likes to be with you. he really enjoys how you listen to him and just hear him out, it means the world to know you’re there for him

-he’s always there for u too!!

-bakes you pastries to take to work/school :,) leaves a little note with them as well, something along the lines of ‘do well today!! love you and can’t wait to see you!’

-huge cuddle bug. loves physical affection, plays with your fingers or braids your hair, lays his head in your lap, runs his hand up and down your waist or squeezes your hand absentmindedly

-soft kisses when he’s focused on something, he’ll be on his computer, one hand working the other holding your’s, and he’ll randomly bring your hand up to kiss your knuckles

-does stupid things sometimes where he tries to count your eyelashes or pretends to be a mosquito??

-his deep voice in the morning except he goes really baritone and loud in your ear to scare you and laugh cuz u jump up because it sounded like a morgan freeman version of batman was just in your ear

-spoils you constantly, whether with little gifts or words. he never fails to compliment you even if it’s minor

-“morning pretty <3” or “goodnight, you looked so good today”

-random facetimes or calls just because he misses you and wants to hear your voice

-he loves taking photos of you, even if he’s a bit of a mom while he does so

-you’ll be posing outside because he asked you to and he’ll be like “ahhh u look so good!! ok turn to the left and smile, ur so cute babe!!”

-dawg loves showing you off that he would probably post those photos on facebook because he thinks you’re the most beautiful being in the whole world

-he admires you for practically everything you do, and he’s so thankful for you

-you’re always his safe space, and he always wants to be your’s <3

#felix x reader #lee felix x reader #stray kids headcanons #stray kids blurbs #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions

[prettyevermores]

tenth doctor alphabet

Tenth Doctor x gn!Reader

a/n: more fanfic for my fave boy!!! please enjoy <3

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The Doctor would be very affectionate towards his s/o, me thinks so! He always wants to be near you and touching you!! (get your mind out the gutter)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Him as a best friend would be flipping amazing! I imagine lots of giggles and lots of sass

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

My boy is ALWAYS down to cuddle, ALWAYS. He loves to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat <3 Brownie points if you rub his back or play with his hair

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The Doctor??? Settle Down??? I don’t think that would ever happen. He tries to cook for you but it doesn’t end up very good, but he would probably like to have a clean room but his stuff is always strewn across the floor

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would break his hearts to end it with you, if he did have to do it would probably be for a much more dangerous reason than he would like it to be for.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The Doctor would want to waste a single moment with you. He wants to cherish every time he sees you smile, every time he hears your laugh.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s the most gentle and sweetest soul towards you :)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

MY BOY LOVES TO HUG!!! I feel like he would give so many good hugs tbh, I want a hug from Doctor

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like I love you with The Doctor would be apart of his confession to you.

I imagine i love you would be like ‘Y/N, I’m so in love with you and I cant just pretend to just be your friend anymore’

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is very jealous when some hits on you or flirts with you. He’ll get really affectionate with you, like hand on the waist and a kiss on the cheek. Or the second option is that he’ll shove you behind his back, that’s if it’s your first time meeting Jack.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

HE IS SUCH A GOOD KISSER!! Like did you see him with Reinette?????!!!!! He’d love a good make out session me thinks. He’d love to kiss your lips and behind your ear going down your neck. Kissing the back of his neck really gets him going ;)))

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I feel like he would be really good around kids, like he would be telling them stories about his adventures. If your family has young kids, they would really look up to him.

IMAGINE HIM HOLDING A TINY BABY ASWELL THO?!?!?! I’m loosing my shit over that idea

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings will be very rushed in the Tardis, but there is always a stop for coffee and time for getting ready to go on an adventure

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights on the Tardis would be much more slow than the mornings. Like, having slow hot showers and then reading and cuddles with The Doctor before sleep

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Bro is not one to open up on first meeting someone (sorry Martha I love you queen) but I feel like over a certain period of time and A LOT of bonding he would open up and he does it all in one go. Like dawg just goes full swing.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He can get angry kinda easily but it has to be something that REALLY pisses him off to do so

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every little detail about you..The music you like, the food you like to eat, how much you’re going hit a family member the next time you see them. The Doctor does not forget anything or any face

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think his favourite memory of you two is when on an adventure he got taken down as you two were separated and you continued to take aliens and people alike out to make your way to him to save him

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Any time you have an adventure that is way more dangerous than other, he’ll keep you close to him. You are his number one priority 24/7

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Well you two kinda loose track of how long you’ve been together in the TARDIS but he always tries to make time so you two can have cute little evenings in together. As for gifts, I feel like he would pick up little souvenirs that remind him of you on your adventures.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of getting into a power-crazy ego state and no one can seem to snap it out of him apart from you

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows that this regeneration is good looking and you know that he knows. He takes great pride in his hair and randomly has no extensive hair care routine to get it to look that good.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He doesn’t feel like himself without you :(

When you go back to your house to either visit family, pick up somethings or do basic human things, he insists that you take him with you!!!

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He. Is. A. BritPop Fan. (because he’s into his 70s punk stuff)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t be into a partner that is really selfish and doesn’t help people out on adventures.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Bro doesn’t sleep, like literally never. A 15 minute power nap is good enough to keep him going for two weeks, he’d rather do other things.

#tenth doctor #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor x reader #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #tenth doctor imagine #val writes!⭐️

[shockinglyangel]

NSFW ALPHABET - DRACO MALFOY

MATURE, Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Sexual content, Mentions of nudity

NOT PROOFREAD

A = Aftercare: Draco didn't really grow up with his parents loving each other so I feel as though he's a little bit set off from the whole caring part, but he can for sure learn. I have this theory that his first girlfriend broke up with him after he didn't give her any aftercare and he was confused as hell until the boys explained the importance of comfort after sex, after that he totally learnt how to take care of someone after having his way with them. He's definitely the type to lay with you in the bed after and accio you something to eat or drink if you need it, but don't ask him to leave the bed, that's where the line ends.

B = Body part: He likes his abs and stomach quite a lot, he's a bit insecure about his skin as people constantly call him pale and pasty, but he's learned to like it. For his partner, I think he would enjoy their face the most, like yes this man does like a nice rack but I think he'd appreciate facial beauty more.

C = Cum: Too scared of getting someone pregnant and having to explain it to his parents so he'd pull out, even with spells he's just too cautious, he does like to finish in your mouth though and watch you swallow.

D = Dirty Secret: He'd let you do anything you wanted to him, as long as you're with him he's totally cool about it, would be down to try anything if you asked him too. He does lie to his friends and say that he's constantly the dom in the relationship, but the truth is he enjoys when you take control and let's you do it quite often.

E = Experience: Draco uses sex to deal with pent up anger and emotions so he's had quite a lot of meaningless hookups, he knows what he's doing and he does it well, he's not the best out of his friends but he's still very skilled at what he does, if he needs help with anything he tends to ask Theo as he knows he'll keep quite and give him an honest answer.

F = Favourite Position: LOVES when you ride him, mans a little princess when it comes to sex, he likes his pleasure to be put above your own and enjoys watching you do your thing on top of him. When he takes control it's mainly from behind with his hand in your hair pulling your chest to meet him, he likes the reaction this position receives from you.

G = Goofy: Not one to crack jokes during, he takes this time as a serious moment to show you what he's made of, he's putting all his emotions into this and to be honest his emotions are the most jolly so he really has nothing to laugh about.

H = Hair: He takes good care of himself, they are semi naked in the quidditch boys changing rooms constantly so he's learned that the majority of his classmates have their well shaven and has since taken on board the burden of cleaning up his own. He prefers a clean shaven woman, won't turn you down if you're not but is less likely to go down on you.

I = Intimacy: Sometimes he can be romantic, it's not a rare sight but it's harder to come across, when you startle him or pull him aside for a quick session he's definitely the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, but when he really needs to get something off his chest and finds you as a hole to fill, he's definitely not going to be telling you how much he loves you - but you know he does love you of course, he'll reassure you of it after.

J = Jack Off: Anywhere, everywhere, dawg gets a hard on when he's stressed so he's constantly bricked up and in need of some release, doesn't normally come to you as it's quite excessive and doesn't want to bother you, even though we both know you'd be down for a few more rounds per day, he's not too sure of it.

K = Kink: He's really into the whole stomach bulge stuff, he places his hand on his lower stomach to make sure he can feel himself as he thrusts into you, something about it just happens to stroke his ego.

L = Location: He has a reputation to uphold so it's a little harder to get him to go anywhere but the safety of his dorm, but when you finally convince him you'll be surprised with the places this man wants to go. One time he took you guys to the great hall after hours and fucked you on the slytherin table, and another while drunk he snuck you both into his enemies dorm and had his way with you on his bed, this man has no limit for where as long as no one finds out.

M = Motivation: Anything and everything, but God does he like to see your ass peaking out from under your skirt or shorts, or the way your nipples poke through your shirt when you're cold, he'd do anything to take you there and then if he could.

N = NO: Not in the manor, nowhere near his parents, if they find out you're both completely and utterly fucked, and not in a good way

O = Oral: He's more a receiver than a giver, head is his favourite thing, he likes to place his thumb on your cheek to feel his dick poking at it, and he likes the way your lips wrap around his cock. He's not at all bad at giving though, he just finds it to be a strenuous activity and it tires out his tongue.

P = Pace: He's a pretty fast guy, fucks like a rabbit and looks like a ferret, amen.

Q = Quickie: Could go for a thousand quickies per day if you asked him to, he likes to pull you aside and into a broom closet when he knows no one is around, but he's more into spending time with you wrapped together under a sheet.

R = Risk: He'll try anything once, as long as it doesn't involve either of you going to the infirmary and having to fill in a form on why you're there, he'll try it.

S = Stamina: He can go for a couple of rounds, but you will both be dripping in sweat by the end of it and in desperate need for a shower, he only goes for more than one if Blaise is staying in someone else's dorm for the night, otherwise the poor dude will have to put up with an aroma of sex while he sleeps.

T = Toy: He's not that into toys but he will incorporate other things like food, ice, his tie to tie you up with or muffle you with, other than that he feels like toys are against him and not with him, and he doesn't like competition.

U = Unfair: He's impatient so he'd rather fuck you once and then tease you after, he's into overstimulation if it's happening to you.

V = Volume: He moans and groans, sometimes even louder than you, and sometimes just for dramatic effect so other people can hear. He loves it when you're loud though, once again stroking his ego.

W = Wild Card: One time he had sex with this girl in front of the fireplace late at night in the common room and someone came in so she hid herself while he just placed a cushion over his dick and called it a day, awkwardly standing up to apologise to the person who had come in and try to explain his predicament but luckily it was just Lorenzo.

X = X-Ray: He's big, somehow very good at hiding it, but he's quite defensive when people make little pp jokes towards him.

Y = Yearning: High sex drive, 'nuff said

Z = ZZZ: He sleeps like a baby afterwards, you will have a hard time waking him up after he's finished for the day and ready to hop off into his dreams, most likely about his parents finding out about his sexual endeavours, if that happens, he'll wake up in a cold sweat and you'll have to do round 3/4 to help calm him down.

#draco malfoy #harry potter #slytherin boys react #slytherin #slytherin boys

[throwingmetothelions]

It’s so important that you read this disclaimer/TWs. I am a southern woman and I will be until I die. When I was a CW major for a decade almost all I wrote were southern gothic pieces, and this does not read like any fic I’ve posted here. This is very much Auntie V’s old writing style. I am taking you to my roots. The other main character in this piece is black. This is your one reminder that I am a black woman. Don’t start no shit - won’t be no shit in terms of my descriptions. Second - I really kinda put a spotlight on Noah at his lowest as far as my writing goes in the beginning. There are a few potentially triggering mental health allusions; some regarding hygiene, and I just wanted to make sure you understand that you aren’t alone. TW: Religious talk, mental health decline, one singular mention of a baby dying with no details, blood mentioned right after that. Oral sex f receiving, D/S dynamic if you squint. I would actually go as far as to say there's a smatter of angst up in this bitch. Supernatural shit. Noah kinda spirals toward the end and slips into madness. Absolute smut because it's me and I have never written anything else here. Let’s get spooky. WC: 6k (I chopped it a lil bit so that’s why it’s all one) 

NoahxOC? Is she really my OC? You be the judge.

It’s been exactly three hours and forty-one minutes since Noah decided that if that one dude in Pirates of The Caribbean could become one with the ship, he could become one with his mattress. No coral or sea stars to adorn him for the rest of his ever, just sweat and a little bit of deodorant, but nothing pretty. Thinks maybe he’ll turn to dust or something easily sweepable. No words and barely breathing. Continues inhaling the smell of incense he didn't light, and swallowing down saliva and self pity. Continues laying. Wallowing. Hits the play button on his memory bank and lets the hate scroll behind his purpling eyelids. 

“It’s all autotune”.

“He was so shaky at the Cleveland show dude idk”.

“They started all that mysterious bullshit with the masks and the no socials and his vocals went to shit immediately. Fuckin’ wild”.

“Noah needs to let Jolly just …” 

A well aimed throw from Nicholas ends with a pen hitting Noah in the middle of his back. “Snap the fuck out of it dawg. Since when have you listened to what people say about your singing? It ain’t true and you know damn well I’d tell you if it was,” Nick sighed as he leaned his acoustic against the desk. There isn’t much to say here. Nicholas has been there, albeit never there in the physical sense of not bathing for over a week and ignoring his best friend’s phone calls until the aforementioned friend threatened him with a welfare check from either him, or the cops. 

People often forget that “blood is thicker than water” is a bastardized phrase. “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” but it is not thicker than the knots that Nick spent an hour combing from Noah’s matted locks after he threw him in the shower and helped him scrub yesterday. Do not speak to Nicholas Ryan about that fucking covenant. He wrote the anthology and dedicated it to Noah long ago. 

“Remember the story your grandma used to tell us when we were younger? Robert Johnson? Maybe you can just sell your soul to a demon and bam. Never miss a note again in your life,” he pokes the last vowel into Noah’s kneecap as he tries to lift the soggy and molded blanket of depression off of that moment. Off of his best bud. “I’m telling you bro, it’s - it’s real. I feel like it really happened,” Nicholas cuts his eyes to Noah for a split second before continuing to thumb the strings of his guitar.

“You also felt like you had Covid that one time, but it was just the jalapenos on that sandwich fucking with your tastebuds so …" Noah dismisses Nick’s 2 AM Red Bull fueled theories and rolls over on the bed to face him. “Besides. If that shit was true I would have done it ages ago,” he chuckles a little bit, and the clearing in his throat reminds him that he hasn’t done that in awhile. 

—---

I ain't goin’ to state no color 

“The lynch mobs ran his family outta town when he was a boy. Been a travellin’ man against his will his whole life. Learned to play in a dark graveyard, though the dead can hear like us”. 

But her front teeth is crowned in gold

“Went by many names, Robert did. Women and whiskey stole his soul long before he sold it to the devil at them crossroads. Only a beast would howl the blues like that”.

She got a mortgage on my body

“His wife and baby died bloody and hollerin’. They wouldn’t let him see the child that lived for that. Your loved ones are never spared from your debts, child”. 

And a lien on my soul

“He was poisoned like a field mouse in a corner basement. Ulcers in his throat where the demons took their chords back one by one. May death be kinder now.” 

—---

Noah shudders at the mental reel of his grandmother spinning that story from her recliner like a textile through her vein-blued fingers. He doesn’t hold on to many memories of her, and knowing that Nicholas is holding them for him settles in his gut like concrete blocks on the ocean floor. May death be kinder now.

“I think it works anywhere too. Johnson held up a guitar at the crossroad and the devil just popped up. I believe in you,” Nicholas whispered the last sentence while catching Noah’s knuckles with the flat of his palm. “I’m going to bed dude. Taking the couch because if you kick that one spot on my shin again I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he bites through a yawn as he drags himself over to the couch by the door. The unspoken knowledge that he would just be there until Noah was Noah again laid itself over the pair along with the dark as the LEDs timer faded out. 

—---

The alarm on his phone vibrated under Noah’s pillow an hour later. 

Gently kicking the blanket off of his body, he turned it off and put the flashlight on the lowest possible brightness. Through the white haze he could make out Nick’s chest as it swelled and fell with quiet breaths. No snores to give away his slumber, but his cracked mouth and the arm hanging down to the carpet told Noah that he was knocked, so his plan was still greenlit. 

Listen. If anyone asked Noah - yeah, it was a weird fucking time to be taking a walk, but his mental health was in the fucking gutter and he’d happily have his band mates vouch for that if he got into trouble. A 3:30 AM walk was better than no walk at all. Fresh air was better than the stale and dust-littered cloud that hung in his bedroom that he’d been choking on for god knows how long. Stretching his arms into his faded navy hoodie (no shirt because they were all in desperate need of some laundry detergent and some scrubbing) and stepping into some gray joggers, Noah gently padded across the floor and thanked some God that the door was cracked already. He patted his pockets: phone, knife, lighter, cigs, keys. He popped his feet into some slides, opened the front door, and Noah Sebastian took off into a humid Appalachian night. 

The stars looked something like crumbs swept from a placemat in their scattering. 

Fireflies peeked through bushes like sun does clouds, and they swirled the same.

Noah thinks thoughts that adults would. This new asphalt they paved looks great. Glad the holes are gone. Anything to keep his brain moving. Not stuck. It’s kinda hot for this time of year. I guess August is still considered summer, though.

See, the rollercoaster of fame was something Noah had been standing in line for since he was 13. He’d been growing and stretching and waiting his turn, but he hadn’t anticipated the steep incline to success. All the eyes were on him all the time, and the urge to spread them around and give them to his bandmates had never been stronger. He thought he wanted this, but the critics came on strong and took the form of delusional children on the internet wavelengths from reality. He felt like shit because, at this point, his arch nemesis was probably a twelve year old that had never seen a concert and he was the grown man assclown that let it get to him. 

Noah had been bracing himself for the inevitable drop that must come, but the only thing he knew for certain was that he absolutely couldn’t handle it. If it all came speeding down and stopped with screeching brakes and smokey sparks, he wouldn’t be the one in control and going off the rails with it all seemed like his only out.

Shaking his head from the fog, he noticed that the jagged white line of paint on the side of the road seemed to fade out. He pins it on a bit of “lazy painters” and a lot of “not my fuckin problem”.

Keep walking. 

His complaint about the heat must have been heard by some alien brainworm because he’s suddenly quite grateful for the hoodie and the breeze that rummages through the leaves like a searching hand in a kitchen drawer. Feels good. 

Keep walking.

The cicadas had stopped screeching. The noise, akin to a violin being played after all of its strings have broken, was gone. Maybe all things must sleep. Maybe they got picked up by an owl. May death be kinder now. Head down. Hood up.

Keep walking. 

Head up. Hood down.

There is no dot of red inside a white paint can, there is no water droplet in an inferno, and Noah is certain that there is no fucking desert in the middle of Richmond, Virginia. 

And yet. 

He finds himself staring out at nothing. There is sand, and clay, something red and dusty and on the horizon there is nothing. Noah whips his head backward and sees the same scene behind him. The road was narrow now, and there was another narrow road of black going straight through it a few feet in front of him. No street signs. Nothing. He rubbed his eyes with his palms as one would if they were waking up from a bad dream, but when his lids opened again he found that nothing changed. Same dirty slides, same clothes, same desert of nothing. Noah walked forward. His steps felt real, and his stomach immediately started to ache. He remembered the story. Remembered the absolute conviction and strength in his grandmother’s voice and teeth when she told him that the crossroads come to you when you need them the most. 

She pointed her finger at him in a way that Southern women do when she told him that praying and practicing, Jesus and magic, and your footpath and your heart’s blood compass could all align somewhere in this world. “All the trees aint your friends, and they keep their secrets in the Spanish moss”.

 Noah grew up on gravel, backwoods revivals, and a fear of God that was overcome through alcohol fueled tears and some screams ripped from his chest by the man himself. Maybe God took a rib as payment, and maybe he yelled like Adam. He didn’t have long to think, because the tornado of realization and helplessness took him down to his knees. The blacktop dug into his skin as he threw his head back. Noah didn’t know what he was feeling, but he had accepted some sort of … fate? Was it fate? Did he deserve whatever was about to happen, and what did he do? Why did it seem like this road was lit up by stadium lights that he couldn't see? Questions on questions, so he closes his eyes once more, places his palms on the tops of his thighs, leans his head back so the ends of his hair brush his heels, and he parts his lips.Tries to breathe. He did not repent in his last moments, but there were pictures floating of Jolly, Nicholas, Nick, and there were late nights and popsicles and beer cans and being young and dying young and that’s all very okay. Noah’s life was okay. May death be kinder now. 

All of a sudden, Noah felt two slender fingers slip past his lips, glide over his tongue, and purposefully gag the shit out of him. He felt cold rings catch behind his front teeth as the owner tried to wrench the fingers back from the wet of his mouth. His eyes flew open with immediate tears as he sputtered and coughed - the fit his reflexes threw landed him on his ass with one arm bracing himself. He hums and spits and jerks his head back and forth. His nose burns now. 

“What the fuck,” he yells as he glares up. Noah catches a glimpse of the veins in his hand as they pop and flare under his tense skin. 

“That’s a naughty word, boy,” the figure blew smoke from its mouth with every word effectively stopping Noah from seeing it clearly. It threw the cigarette to the side and cocked its head. “Try ya words again,” it spoke slowly. 

With the smoke haze gone, Noah got a better look at what he was sharing this space with. If he wasn’t already on the ground he might have been sent there again. His eyes started from the ground up, and they turned around and went down from her head again so no detail would be missed.

She was at least six feet tall. She stood barefoot, toes painted honeycomb yellow and some symbols tattooed on the tops of her feet. Gold anklets, bangles, and various types of black cord wrapped each ankle. Her legs were long and brown like cattails, and they spoke to unearthly strength as she stood flat footed. 

Noah couldn’t stop himself from memorizing the way the stretch marks on her exposed hips moved like sawgrass on a marsh plain when she shifted her weight. She wore a tattered skirt made of dull black leather and some other sort of hide. Her stomach pudged over the sides of her skirt, and he saw the same symbols her feet carried spread across it. Her chest was hidden by a bandeau made of the same black leathery material, but Noah caught the curve and fall of her tits and committed them to memory immediately. Her skin was the color of cassava and it held a sparkle. It could have been a sheen of sweat or something ethereal. Her arms ended in hands that held scars, a black hobo bag, and the same tattoos. Her fingertips were ink black, and her fingernails were short, and the same goldish yellow as her toes. Golden rings covered in ash and gems clung tightly to her digits, and her hair was piled high on her head; a beehive weaved of black locs adorned with glittering beads and small animal bones that hung and fell with the breeze surrounding them. Noah still swears he saw a Carolina wolf spider crawl around one. Her face. Her face was composed of freckled cheeks, sharp eyes the color of pitch, and that same mysterious tattooed symbol on the bridge of her nose. The plumped two-toned lips she had curled into a smile and revealed the gold capped fangs on her canines. A forked tongue shot out and licked over one, and he couldn’t help but assume it was some sort of warning. 

“Try ya words. Again,” she spoke. 

“This shit can’t be real,” Noah mumbled as he leaned his forehead on the palm of his hand. “Who are you and what the fuck is going on?”

She chuckled and shook her head at him, her necklaces rattled as she explained, “I am … well, the humans call me a few names. I know who you are though, Noah,” she sneered again as his pupils blew open. 

At this point, he was ready to swing on whatever the fuck this thing was. She was a deadly brand of unconventional gorgeous that brought the fog right back to his brainspace, but he’d convinced himself that it wasn’t considered hitting a girl if that girl was some ancient all knowing being.

“They call me ‘The Tempter,’ ‘The Accuser,’ ‘Belial,’ ‘Satan,’ among others. I’ve never been one for formalities, love. Call me Luci. I am the one that they presumably told you to fear,” she said as she knelt down to Noah’s eye level. “... boo,” her fingers wiggled around her face as small flames erupted from the tips.

“You’re - you’re the …” he stuttered as if he’d been backhanded.

“The …” her eyebrows raised with the octave of her voice.

“The fucking devil? I’m gonna pass the fuck out. This isn’t … you’re not real. You’re not real. This isn’t fucking real,” Noah rose to his feet from shaking knees. Every childhood Sunday was spent under a weather-beaten willow tree memorizing historic ways to shame the devil. To shame her. There was no pulling him out of this dream state, though he wished to hell and back that Nicholas would. He was sure his body should be flailing if it was still on the bed at all. Surely Nick could hear the curdling screams he was trying to emit. 

Luci brought a hand to Noah’s now tear streaked face, black smoke rising around them in billows. “Nicholas is - he is not going to make this decision for you. There’s nothing to be saved from because you’re not dreaming. I think you know why I’m here Noah. I know what it feels like to fall from grace, and I can pull you back from that ledge. You have somethin’ that I need, and it’s just a snap of the fingers,” she delivered a gleaming half smile and a raised eyebrow.   

Was his soul that valuable? And why did the preachers leave out that the devil watches people like some sort of demonic pervert? Was she just a demonic pervert? 

“I resent that,” she frowns over at him. “Trying to stop me from reading your thoughts is kinda   dumb. Blueberry muffins, Pepsi, fuzzy blankets … grass flip flops?” 

Noah decided that if he talked words with his mouth that his brain wouldn’t think too hard. Maybe. He’d accepted death twice that night already, and his music was his reason for breathing. Figured if his music career advanced, if he won, and he took the boys with him that … well, that all of his important things would be safe. No one could harm them. Call it selfish and narcissistic, but he felt that there was quite literally nothing on this mortal coil that he would be afraid to lose aside from them. As painful as it hit him, this wasn’t the first time he’d thought about this so there was no split second decision here. “So … what do I have to do to keep from falling? Like … to keep the fame?” 

Luci wasn’t taken aback at how expeditious he was with his decision. She’d been tasting the drive and hunger that he held in his chest for years through the atmospheric ether, and she craved it. He was so much more powerful than he would ever know, and she cursed his maker for the insecurities he plagued him with. They were insecurities that Noah thought she’d caused for a long time, and it couldn’t have been further from the truth. She was never the harbinger of the dark that nestled in his ligaments. “It’s not the way you think. It’s a bit more … personal and up close,” she mused as they looked each other dead in the eye - crow’s feather black to cracked chestnut brown. Luci reached a hand out and placed it on Noah’s flushed cheek. “Now,” she licked his pulse point, “I will give, and you will do the taking. I will speak, and you listen,” her voice flows out with another puff of smoke, and the smell of burning pine straw floats between them.

Noah mentally thumbs through the brain file labeled “Dumb As Fuck Things That Nick Folio Said While High,” and his mind pulls the page titled “Fear Boners,” to reference his current state. The devil was always shown as hot, but the realization that she was a leather-wearing tribal goddess that could kill him with a singular blink was a lot. May death be kinder now. This information was apparently well received by his conscience, and his cock.

Noah swears he feels her jagged fingernails carve a home in the nape of his neck, but her hands remain on her curved hips. He can make out whips and whirls of some sort of mist floating around her fingers. He feels his sweat dampened lips part open as the pressure around his throat increases and her stance stays the same. Unwavering and violently sure of herself, Luci relaxes the hold and speaks.

“Take it off,” she doesn’t ask. The devil doesn’t ask when she can smell how desperate someone is for her unholy helping hands. 

He makes quick work of throwing his hoodie to the eastern wind, and he had a hand in the band of his sweatpants before it stopped him. It - that misty glitter magic she was using … “The Force,” or whatever the shit from Star Wars was. Is she where they got the idea for - regardless. Luci’s magic brought his hand to a halt. 

She lifted her foot up and tapped the asphalt they stood on, her bangles gently clattering. The hard surface of black grit became a softer patch of Kentucky bluegrass; green, lush, and dew sprinkled. Luci walked behind Noah and let her hands wander down his torso. She stopped to pluck at his already hardened nipple, and the goosebumps Noah had been pricked with seemed to multiply. 

Her fingertips danced over the happy trail Noah was suddenly made well aware that he had. The feeling of her magic and the warm southern breeze twirling through the light hairs there told Noah that she might break him, and that he would beg for nothing less. “That’s a good portrait of Grim,” Luci quips as she moves to kneel at Noah’s feet, “we go way back,” her golden fangs scrape the tattoo that spreads across Noah’s torso. 

“Fuck yes,” he groans as his hips buck up at nothing. 

Luci drags his pants down his legs slowly, just enough to let the band catch on the head of his dick before letting his cock spring up to smack against his stomach. She wanted to hear that hiss she knew Noah kept under his tongue. “Tell ya what,” her forked tongue darted out to catch the small pearl of precum that had gathered at Noah’s untouched tip, “I’m gonna have my fun, and you’re gonna let me know why you deserve to be up at the tippity-top where the angels play, hmm?”

She rose to her feet and met Noah’s eyes again. One finger underneath his chin, the smell of the pine straw again, and the gathering mist were enough to bring his mouth forward and onto hers. He moaned so deeply it would have been some type of embarrassing if he was anywhere else, but the feeling of sucking in her plump bottom lip and licking over her teasing tongue with his own was sending Noah to a different plane of feel-good. 

Luci pulled away before she snapped her fingers and brought about a chair from some other universe. Nothing remarkable about it, Noah thinks, just plain brown wood. It looked like the broken seats that he’d seen off to the side of his grandma’s kitchen. No use sitting on it - those seats were for old newspapers and grocery bags and not the devil, but what the hell did he know? “Ya mouth may not always sing perfect, but you can come show me what else it can do,” she crooked a finger at him and pulled him over and to his knees in front of her. She sat in the chair and with a dismissive wave of her hand, her skirt caught the wind. Luci leaned back and spread her thighs open. 

Noah knelt in a way that said that no object forged by man would keep his body down, and levitating up to her spread before him would be the only honorable end to this. May death be kinder now. He took in the glistening lips, the way the brown gave way to the pink of her core, and the way that his tongue felt magnetized to that spot. “Looks like honey,” he mumbled as wrapped an arm under each thigh and pulled Luci to the edge of her seat. Noah brought his mouth about two inches away from her cunt. He took in the dark patch of curls above her slit, the way that they faded where her puffy lips started, and the way that he knew he’d have to work to get to the heart of her. 

Luci reached a hand down and used her middle and index fingers to spread herself further. Gathering a string of slick, she dangled it above Noah’s now open mouth and like a traveler finding water in the Atacama he took it down with a groan. Tasted like honey and something dark. “Come talk to her. Tell her why you deserve it all,” Luci threads her hand through Noah’s hair and beckons him forward with a tug. 

The tip of Noah’s tongue applies so little pressure that you wouldn’t have known he made contact with her folds if she hadn’t arched her back off the chair. “I uhm. I think I deserve it because,” he pauses to give her clit a kiss, savoring the way that her bud fit perfectly between his pursed lips, “because I know I've given this all that I have to give. I’ve already given it my heart and soul,” he licks around it in a wide circle before stopping his sentence with one more peck. 

“Keep going,” Luci mumbles as she lets her head roll back. Her locs fell around her as she let him worship her pussy. Feminine power brought the best of these mortal men to their knees, and she was not new to this. What she wasn’t prepared for was the stark smell of his yearning. This one didn’t just want to trade his soul for fame like the rest. A few touches below the belt and they were too bound by greed to be of any use at all. Luci couldn’t smell the green of that greed at all. Not just brimstone and hot guilt … he was all jasmine and cold water, moonbeams and sawgrass. Noah smelled like all he wanted to do was stay down on his knees with his lips on her lips, and it made her veins swell. She was losing her grip on her own magic, and bowing to the mercy of his. 

“And I think that the world needs to hear my voice,” Noah sucked one of her lips into his mouth and softly pulled while she pushed his face further into her pussy. His hands gathered as much of her ample thighs as they could, and his fingertips pressed into the muscles until small circles formed. Anything to ground himself and keep him from floating up to the wispy clouds where his head already was. “And I think that I’m multi-talented. I write and produce my own shit ya know,” he brings her throbbing clit back between his lips, starts a slow suckling pace, and moans from the back of his throat. Noah’s eyes close, and the only thing that changes his rhythm is Luci’s bucking. 

She brings her feet up from the grass to the rungs on the bottom of the chair and uses the leverage to lift her ass off the seat a bit. “Yes. Lick that fucking pussy,” she grits from behind clenched teeth as she brings both hands to his head and grinds her hips into his busy mouth. She was gone. The feeling of Noah working over her pussy with an expertise only found before in the mouths of gods was all but too much. “You're gonna make me cum on that tongue. Please make me cum on your tongue,” Luci feels the muscles in her upper back flex as she continues the filthy pace she’s set against his face.

Noah can feel her wetness spreading across his cheeks and down his chin as she does so. He knows he could drown in it, and he left the graceful art of giving two fucks back at home. This entire time he’s been ignoring the ache in his dick - scared that, at this point, he might be so hard that it would literally hurt to touch. In another universe, if this was some sort of sleep paralysis episode, he knew he’d wake up covered in his own dried cum. Wondered if he’d wake Nick up with the moans because he was probably humping the mattress, or fucking against the blanket. 

Noah didn’t have to beg for her orgasm with his words. The burn in his bent knees, the panting breath he hadn’t been able to catch since her juices hit his lips, and the act of accepting of a distinguished death by drowning screamed at her - yelled with all their might to flood plains in the way that monsoons do. 

Luci braced herself with one hand on the back of his head, and one hand gripping the side of the chair with such force the wood splintered. She came with a hard roll of her hips and a cry that could have stretched from one asteroid to another - wide and ringing. She thinks, for sure, that she obtained some humanity through it all. She offered Noah communion in a new way, and let him thank her for the gifts in a sense. Blood and body. May death be kinder now.

Noah never let her thighs go, but he traded his grounding grip for patterns rubbed in softly by satisfied hands. “I’m not saying I thought about it before, but the movies ain’t got shit on this”, Noah licked the inner crease of her thigh with a restless tongue and delighted in the jolt. He watched her regain her breath and thought about how, no matter the outcome, the power trip he’d just taken wouldn’t be matched. He, Noah Sebastian Davis, had made the devil herself fall apart underneath him. He was a force of nature that wasn’t to be questioned. He was the fucking king. 

He remained knelt at this altar. 

Devotion be damned, this one was holy to him. 

That old song tangled through his bones like the veins on an arrowplant leaf. Noah could hear it thrum internally as it traveled around his chest cavity and flew behind his eyes. 

I ain't goin’ to state no color 

But her front teeth is crowned in gold

She got a mortgage on my body

And a lien on my soul 

Thank you! We may see a part 2 if enough of you ask for it? But that definitely wouldn’t star Noah *cough*. 

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Pussy pt. 2 /negative end/ (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: Pre writing: don't know where i'm going with this one. Let's see where it goes. p.s. this is not the end of the series. if i get requests to continue it, it is not closed off. Post writing: kinda smutty; angsty; and a lil lgbtq+ love

Y/N's POV:

"I miss Jude. Not Jude. I miss what Jude used to be. Even if we weren't anything but cuddly friends, I miss when he used to talk to me. I can't believe he's pretending like nothing happened. I gave him my whole heart, and he just took it and smushed it into a billion pieces. And now he has the audacity to bring these girls that he's fucking with to the hang outs I PLAN. I can't not invite him. That would make it so awkward, but the least he could do is not rub it in my face." I'm laying down on my bed on my bed, my head hanging upside down from the end as Phoenix sits on my desk chair, scrolling on her phone while listening to my rants.

"I swear, if he brings someone here I'm going to kill him." She tells me. I've decided to invite my girls and their boyfriends to my apartment for some games and drinks. No more that 10 people. And of course with that, comes Jude. He's, without fail, brought a different girl to our hangouts, which is fine, but since this is a more intimate event, it would be to purely prove a point to me.

I simply sigh at Phoenix's statement. "You need to get hot tonight. Make him realize what he's missing. You need to wear and do everything you know drives him crazy. His lil' whore is gonna show up in a skimpy dress, hoping to turn him on, but you know what makes him tick. That'll show him what he's lost." I feel a gear click in my brain. I'm the person Jude talked to about all of his girls, and what he likes in them.

Phoenix has been ready for the past 15 minutes and I'm getting ready. I have my hair up in a half up half down ponytail using a claw clip. I have my hair curly. (natural for me, but curled if ur hairs straight) I'm wearing a little white sundress. It goes right under my knees. It has a corset bodice and is littered with strawberries and lambs. I have on some close-toe sandals. (no dawgs out today) I'm doing my makeup now. I did my base and put graphic white eyeliner. I have a blurred out velvety lip on and I put on some jewelry. I deck myself out in some gold and the necklace that Jude gave me in middle school. It has a 'j' on it. I leave the chain hanging on my neck and put on a white lacy choker.

"Really? Jude is into Little Bo Peep?" She asks me, raising her eyebrows at me. "Hey, Little Bo Peep is finding her sheep. Leave her be." I tell her, pouting and clipping my earrings. Phoenix comes up to me and squeezes my cheeks and shakes my face side to side. "You look adorbs." She tells me, slapping my face lightly. I hit her hand away and start cat fighting with her. We start laughing together as we hear the doorbell ring.

"Hello!!" I say, pulling Jane and Josiah into a hug. "Come in. Come in. Make yourself at home." I tell them. Jane helps me set up some things in the kitchen while Josiah and Phoenix move the table and couches in the living room to the ends of the room, making space to dance. Over time, people, including Phoenix's man, start to filter in. Everyone except he who shall not be named at his arm candy for the night. "Y/N, you really outdid yourself." Alex says, taking a bite out of some cheese and ham filled crackers. "Well, I did just assemble them, but thanks." I tell him, giggling. My happiness is quickly interrupted by a very familiar voice. I look over to the door where I see Jude and his girl of the night. I beautiful blonde girl, wearing a dress that leaves very little to the imagination. Jude takes his round greeting everyone and introducing his new girl. As I watch them walk up to Phoenix, Jude having to greet her because she's his best friend's girl, she quickly says some sly remark to Jude while wishing the girl luck. I suppose Phoenix and I have the same narrative about her, an innocent girl who doesn't know what she's getting into.

"Let's play a game!" Phoenix announces loudly. She quickly grabs some glasses, tequila, and an empty bottle. She seats us all in a circle, her sitting to the right of me and the left of her boyfriend. "Are we really playing spin the bottle?" I ask her. "No! We're playing dare or dare." She says. "Dare or dare?" Jude's blondie asks. "Yes, dare or dare. Truth or dare gets kind of boring since your man is such a pussy. He only chooses truth." She says. Jude's girl starts nudging him and laughing along with the group. She immediately stops when she looks at his face, his jaw is clenched and he's staring dead at Phoenix, while saying something to her. This poor girl. (we're a girls girl here+nate jacobs type beat)

"Okay, Y/n. Your turn." Milly says, passing me the bottle. I spin it and it lands on Alex. Now he gets to give me a dare. I look over to Jude and he's looking as mad as ever. Phoenix grabs Alex's face and whispers something in his ear. "Umm...Okay? Kiss her or take a shot." He says, pointing at Phoenix. Alex and Phoenix have a relatively open relationship. "Oh. Umm. Sure, why not?" Phoenix was my first kiss anyway. Once she found out that I still hadn't had my first kiss yet, she decided to help me out. Phoenix nudges me and points at Jude. He looks even madder than before. His girl is trying to comfort him, but is just getting pushed off.

(smut)

Phoenix grabs me and puts me on her lap. She starts kissing me. I don't feel anything since we're just friends, but she is an amazing kisser, I can't lie. She opens her eyes and see's Jude struggling to keep calm. She grabs my ass and that makes me let out a moan. She uses this opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. As her and I are making out, I open my eyes to see Jude storming past us, his girl trailing past him like a hungry puppy. Those two disappear somewhere in my house. Phoenix gets me off her and says, "You're welcome." I look behind me to try to see where Jude went. "Hey. Don't even worry about him. Let's have some fun." Phoenix says, helping me up. From that moment on it was shots and bear pong galore.

Jude's POV:

I walk into Y/N's room and slam the door shut while Emery follows behind me. "Jude, I'm sorry." She says. What is this girl on about? "Why are you apologizing?" I ask her, annoyed. "I'm just sorry you're upset. I wanted this to be a good night for you. I don't know what you're upset about, but I'm here for you-" She rambles on. This girl talks way too much. I need to shut her up. I grab her by her shoulder and push her onto her knees. I sit down on the edge of her bed and take off my pants and shove my dick in her mouth. She's gagging and spitting around it. That is fucking disgusting. I hear Y/N laughing outside. She looked so beautiful today. She knows exactly what I like and she took advantage of that. Why does she have to be such a cunt sometimes? I wish this was her right now. Why did she have to be so fucking stupid?

My thoughts are interrupted by a series of taps on my thigh. The one thing this girl has to do is suck me off, and she can't even do that properly. She really doesn't compare. I take my hand off the back of her head. "What? What is it?" I ask her, irritated. "Jude, you were fucking my throat. I couldn't breath." She tells me, taking deep breaths. "Take it, or leave." I tell her. She's nothing to me. She's only here to get me over how I fumbled Y/N. No, wait. She fumbled me.

She continues sucking me off. I go a little gentler on her, distracted by Y/N's voice. I wish this was her. I look down at her, and my hard on goes soft. She's a beautiful girl, no doubt, but she's not Y/N, and that'll never change. "Get up. Up." I tell her, grabbing her by the arm. She stands up and look at me. I quickly take off her clothes and the rest of mine. I push her into the bed, on her stomach. I line my dick up with her hole and push it in. I close my eyes and imagine Y/N here with me.

She lets out all sorts of lewd sounds. I suppose she's trying to keep me interested, but I want nothing more than for her to shut the fuck up. It's hard to picture Y/N when she's squeaking out moans with her very high pitched voice. I push her head into the mattress in an attempt to hide it. Her pin-straight blonde hair is hard to imagine Y/N. (sorry if you have pin-straight blonde hair)

I've finally gotten this girl to shut up and take it well. I'm picturing Y/N laying here, taking all of me. I look over to Y/N's side table where she has a picture of her and I on a school vacation together. I can't help but think about how badly I want her. "Fuck, Y/N..." I say quietly, throwing my head back in pleasure. I look down to see long golden locks splayed over the mattress. "What did you say?" I high pitched voice says. I look down to see Emery looking back at me. "Umm..." I say, awkwardly stopping. I look at her, pure sadness on her face. I resume my thrusts on her cunt. "You and I both know who I'm thinking about. It's not personal." I tell her. To my expectations, she stays quiet and allows me to continue fucking her.

Y/N's POV:

"Girl, this was so fun." Phoenix says to me at the door. "I know! We should do this again, sometime." I tell her. "Yes, we should. Let's go, baby?" Alex chimes in. They stayed after everyone left to help me clean up, and now that a majority was all cleaned up, they're leaving. I hang at the door until I see them get in the car safely. I sigh to myself and shut the door. I really wasn't expecting this to be as good of a day as it was, but I'm glad it was. It is now time to go to bed. It's been a long day. I can't wait to hit the pillow.

I pick up some loose pieces of garbage here and there before finishing up the last of the dishes. I put them in the drying rack and dry my hands on the towel hanging from the door handle of my fridge. I slowly make my way to my bedroom. I swiftly open the door to see a heart stopping sight. Jude is laying on the bed, MY BED, with his little fling on top of him, facing away from him. Both their eyes turn from wherever they were looking to me. I have a look of pure shock on my face. "What that fuck?!" I yell out. Jude is still laying there in shock. His girl looks back and Jude and clears her throat. "You're welcome to join?" She says, not getting the memo. Jude quickly jerks her off him and gets up. He starts profusely apologizing to me. I collect their clothes from around the room, again MY ROOM, and throw their underwear at them. Both Jude and his girl put on their underwear. "LEAVE!" I yell at Jude. I push him towards the door as his kitten follows, mainly in an attempt to collect her clothes from me. "Baby, I'm so sorry." Jude says to me as I push him out of my front door. "You're a fucking dick." I tell him, pushing him and his girl out, throwing their clothes onto the front lawn. He really is a pussy.

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Alternate ending

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[onlyseokmins]

coups in his new haircut gives me a lot of husband vibes... I just can't explain but like really cocky husband who always shows his spouse their place in the bedroom but other than that is really loving and sweet and just turns into a beast on certain occasion... some strength or size kink included, pinch of mixed praise and degradation,, dawg lord is testing me

coupsie got me in a choke hold 25/8 but I somehow I made this too soft fkdksksla

“Always so confident and sexy,” Seungcheol rasps as he withdraws his fingers from your clenching hole, “but look at you now… all cute and needy. My filthy, little fuck toy.”

You whine as your husband plays with you, the cold metal of the wedding band he refuses to ever take off creating a chilling contrast from the heated warmth of his large hands. He’s leaning against the headboard of your shared bed, peppering kisses along your chest as you sit in his lap.

Just because you’re on top means very little — the urge to grind down on the hard bulge of his large dick underneath you is lost because one, you know it’s better to behave to get what you want and two, Seungcheol’s free hand lays just above the curve of your ass. It’s mostly there to grab and grope as he pleases, but it also serves as a reminder for you to keep still or else a stinging slap across your cheeks will quickly put you back in place.

You’re filled with emotion, running tentative fingers through his newly cut chestnut locks. The two of you have always been an iconic pairing long before you were married, the authoritative power held in your respective careers only drawing people in that are filled with awe.

His “new” look is reminiscent of a boy full of overblown, fake confidence many years ago, the one you broke with sinful licks of your tongue up his dick and the same one you’re now happily in love with and married to.

Some of your oldest friends like to joke about how you take charge in the relationship. Little do they know how the roles have slowly reversed over the years. Seungcheol’s full of real confidence now, the result of learning, growing, molding, and sculpting one another on your individual life journeys together.

It’s that same confidence he uses when he tells you to suck his fingers clean with that smug eyebrow raise and cocky smirk. Of course, you oblige — more than happy to do whatever he asks. There is no way your husband can hide the absolute adoration he holds for you in his eyes even with how harshly he grips at your thighs once he bottoms out.

“Mhm, so full… so big… so good,” you babble mindlessly as he leaves little bite marks across your neck.

“No matter how many times I shove my cock in this tiny, useless hole you’re always so fucking tight.”

You only prove him right, clenching again and again around his hard length until you’re both coming undone — making a sweaty, sticky mess of the bedsheets. The two of you gaze at each other with utter fondness, sharing breathless giggles as the adrenaline rush calms down.

Seungcheol wakes you from a brief slumber as he’s wiping down your body, a fresh blanket lying next to you once the chill sets in. You shyly peek at him when his hand innocently slides between your legs, and he snorts.

“What? All ready to go again, love?”

“Not really, just love you.”

“Yeah? I love you too.”

It’s domestic and pure, the total opposite to how you were just fucking like animals before. But even after all these years, Seungcheol’s boyish grin still sends butterflies fluttering in your tummy and it just might be the best feeling in the world (might even beat out the best orgasm he's given you, who knows?).

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5(ish) sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

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[monsterfuker3000]

Pour Yourself All Over Me ♡⋆˙

This took me FOR. E. VER. I am so sorry my little rats. It ain’t my best and I don’t love it but consider this bad boy a placeholder while I work on my good stuff.

Hey y’all! This is much, MUCH softer than anything I’ve published here. Idk where this came from dawg. While it’s very soft I do still have a few warnings. I pictured RE2 Leon in this because he is my schmoopsy pie honey bun.

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (NO DO NOT DO THAT,) oral (fem receiving,) uhhh general NSFW, y’all fuck.

Honestly, while this wasn’t necessarily the way you thought you’d be spending the night of your anniversary, you couldn’t think of anything else you’d rather be doing. Or anyone. You thought back to how you’d gotten in this position, practically stuffed into a corner in the back of Leon’s Jeep while he fucked you like his life depended on it.

He’d taken you out to a nice restaurant for your anniversary. Nothing too expensive, but fancy enough that you didn’t look out of place in a dress. A dress which was now laying haphazardly in the front passenger seat of his Jeep. You’d had just a little too much to drink, not so much that you didn’t have any real presence of mind, but enough that Leon had had to grab your arm on the way out of the restaurant so that you didn’t fall and break an ankle in the four-inch stilettos you’d insisted on wearing. You’d regretted that choice then, but you weren’t going to black out from two mojitos.

He’d gotten you buckled into the passenger seat. Hypothetically you could have done it yourself, but you were far too busy trying to practically suck his face off to care about buckling up. He laughed as you whined when he pulled away to walk around to the driver’s side door and climb in. You laid the seat back slightly and stretched languidly. He’d had just one drink, and was just fine to drive.

“Mmm, Lee,” you mused, the mojitos really hitting you now. “I would like to have nasty, gross, violent sex with you right now.” Leon laughed.

“Aren’t ‘nasty’ and ‘gross’ essentially the same thing?”

“Yep. I wanna do both though,” you answered, making Leon shake his head and chuckle lightly.

“Well, sweetheart, we’re gonna have to do it in the Jeep unless you want to wait for me to drive home. You really want to do that?”

“Yes!” you answered. “I would like that very much. Drive us somewhere right now! Pleeeaaase?” You attempted to bat your eyes at him but only succeeded in making him worry you might be having some small facial seizure. He laughed at your antics once again.

“Alright, honey, let me find us someplace private, huh?” He held your chin gently and pressed a kiss to your lips.

He’d been driving around for fifteen minutes and you were starting to run low on patience. You’d brought your right leg up to rest against the door and pushed your panties to the side to lazily circle your clit to relieve some of the ache, and Leon was white-knuckling the steering wheel trying to keep his attention on the road. Every spot he could think of had been either occupied or far too visible, and he was getting a little too riled up as well.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, and pulled off into a wayside, throwing the Jeep in park in a manner that made you worry for his transmission. He turned to you. “Is this alright, sweetheart?”

You furrowed your brows. “Isn’t it a little. . . well-lit?”

He shrugged. “Maybe a little. Is this okay? I’m not going to make you do anything anywhere you don’t want to. You know that, right?”

You took a deep breath and thought. It was late, and this wasn’t a heavily traveled road. His windows were tinted, and you were getting very impatient. Most importantly, you knew that no matter what, Leon would do his damnedest to never let anyone see any part of your body if you didn’t want them to. You nodded.

“Yes, Lee. This is just fine.”

He grinned and leaned in for a kiss, placing a chaste one to your cheek. You both readjusted in your seats to face each other and brought your lips together, gently at first and then more fervently. He left his hands on your back like the gentleman he was, but you snaked an arm around his neck to pull his hair. He gasped, and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, and he moaned appreciatively.

You both tried to pull each other closer, but the center console of his Jeep was hampering your efforts. You pulled away.

“Back seat?” you panted.

“Please.”

You fumbled with the zipper on your dress, quickly becoming frustrated and turning your back to Leon in a silent request for help. He obliged, and you slid out of your dress and half-climbed, half-tumbled over the seats and into the back, pulling your panties off when you landed. You tried to get comfortable as Leon attempted to undress in the driver’s seat before joining you. You laid with your knees falling to the side and your head nearly hitting the inner passenger side of the Jeep.

He was half-hard, but knew the fix for that. He crawled over you to press another kiss to your lips and ask you a question.

“Baby, will you please let me eat you out?” he asked with such a pleading, pathetic look that you couldn’t possibly refuse, not that you wanted to. He smiled softly when he received your permission, and settled between your legs.

He brought each knee over his shoulder and you used your legs to pull him in closer. He tutted halfheartedly at your impatience before pressing his lips to your clit and sucking gently.

You damn near shot through the roof of the Jeep.

You hadn’t realized how sensitive you were, but it made sense considering you’d been aching for him for the better part of twenty minutes. He never pulled away, not even when you cried out at his first touch. He was alternating between tongue-fucking you with his nose pressed to your clit and then licking it directly with the flat of his tongue. The sensations were so overwhelming that you instinctively tried to squirm away, but the arms hooked around your thighs pulled you back like it was nothing.

It didn’t take long for your climax to approach. You grabbed uselessly at the seat beneath you as your hips bucked towards his face, but he once again restrained you by your legs so you couldn’t shy away from the sensation. Your legs twitched as you came, crying out his name, and he never stopped moving that accursed tongue until you pushed him away from you, entirely overstimulated.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and climbed over you to press his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, bitter? Tangy? Either way, the sensation of tasting your own cum on his lips shot to your core, and your legs fell open even further. He settled between your legs, the underside of his impressive cock resting against your pussy.

He began to rut against you gently, sliding his cock along your pussy and coating it in your slick. You both slowed your breathing, simply enjoying the moment.

“I really love you, you know that, right?” Leon asked as he brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face.

You smiled softly. “I love you more,” you answered.

“And I love you most,” he replied with a smile. You pretended to think for a moment, before nodding.

“Alright, I’ll give it to you today. I suppose you did pay for dinner,” you mused. He laughed softly before thanking you.

He readjusted so that his cock was pressed gently against your entrance, and looked down, silently asking for permission. You nodded, crossing your ankles behind him and pulling him in.

You were so wet he was able to bottom out in one stroke, the rum you’d had earlier relaxing you further than you’d ever been able to before. Leon’s head dropped into the crook of your neck and you heard him mumble a string of curses followed by barely intelligible whispers of ‘warm,’ and ‘wet.’ You laughed softly, you knew he wasn’t going to last long, and that was alright.

He began thrusting gently, bottoming out each time, his pelvis hitting yours with a gentle slap. He tried to bring his head back up to kiss you, but his head only fell back into your neck, and you pressed a kiss to the side of his head and whispered that it was alright.

He was determined to make you cum before him, but you both knew that was a losing battle. You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, and then felt him still.

He let out a guttural sound, almost a growl, but followed it with a whimper.

“Baby? Baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m sorry,” he panted.

You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“Shh, shh, that’s alright, sweetheart. I want you to cum. It’s alright,” you murmured.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, baby. Keep going, it’s okay,” you replied.

He resumed, rolling his hips into yours, face still pressed into your neck as he placed wet kisses there.

“I want-I want you to be mine forever,” he whispered gently into your ear. You swear you could feel your heart swell in your chest.

“Oh, Lee, I would love to be yours forever,” you replied, digging your nails into his back gently, and that was all it took to push him over the edge.

He came with a cry, still fucking you through his orgasm, and then stilled. His breathing evened out after a moment, but then his head shot up. He looked almost panicked, but you placed a hand over his mouth, knowing he was going to lament over the fact that you hadn’t cum a second time.

“It’s alright, baby. It still felt good,” you soothed.

“You’re sure?” he asked, still concerned.

“I’m sure, darling.”

He laid back down, his cheek pressed against your chest this time.

“I love you, sweetheart. Happy anniversary,” he mumbled.

“I love you more, Lee.”

You felt him smile against your chest.

“And I still love you most.”

Don’t tailgate me I have rabies

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re4 leon #leon kennedy reader #re leon #re2 leon #smut #spotify

[south-park-polls]

South Park Song Tournament!

[also check out @votemattrey’s South Park 25th anniversary concert tournament on their blog!! <3]

I am aware the creators made an official song tournament, but i didn’t hear about it until after it was already over so I have decided to make one of my own!

This is very self-indulgent and there are a lot of south park songs to think of, especially if you include covers (which i have decided to do) so I am likely very biased in which songs i have chosen.

I have narrowed it down to 128 songs to start to give an easy number for a tournament, but if I haven’t included your favourite song feel free let me know in the notes, reblogs or tags and I will make sure to add it to the list.

Please don’t worry about whether requesting songs will interfere with the tournament numbers! I have plans to give second chances to the closest losers to ensure that there is never an odd number of songs going into the next round :)

The songs I have decided to put in the tournament are as follows:

South Park Theme Song

I'm Gonna Make Love to You, Woman - Cartman Gets an Anal Probe

Hot Lava - Volcano

Love Gravy - An Elephant Makes Love to a Pig

Make Love, Even When I'm Dead - Pinkeye

The Lonely Jew on Christmas - Mr Hankey the Christmas Poo

Waitin' On a Woman - Cartman's Mom is a Dirty Slut

Simultaneous - Summer Sucks

Chocolate Salty Balls - Chef's Chocolate Salty Balls

Cheesy Poofs Theme Song - Roger Ebert Should Lay Off the Fatty Foods

Underpants Gnomes Work Song - Gnomes

Getting Gay With Kids - Rainforest Schmainforest

I Hate You Guys - Jakovasaurs

Sexual Harassment Panda - Sexual Harassment Panda

Shelly, Shelly - Cat Orgy

Turds! - Cat Orgy

Mr Hankey the Christmas Poo - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

Carol of the Bells - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

Christmas Medley - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

O Tannenbaum - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

Christmas Time in Hell - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

I Saw Three Ships - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

Merry Fucking Christmas - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

O Holy Night - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics

Timmy and the Lords of the Underworld - Timmy 2000

Fingerbang - Something You Can Do With Your Finger

Wendy's Audition Song - Something You Can Do With Your Finger

Third Grade Memories - Fourth Grade

The Prostitute Song - Fat Camp

Circle of Poo - A Very Crappy Christmas

Why Can't I Be Like All the Other Kids - Here Comes the Neighbourhood

It's Butters! - Butters' Very Own Episode

Montage - Asspen

Sea People and Me - The Simpsons Already Did It

The Ballad of Lemmiwinks - The Death Camp of Tolerance

My Future Self n Me - My Future Self n Me

Poo-Choo Train - Red Sleigh Down

Bleeding Heart Rock Protest Song vs. Pro War Country Song - I'm a Little Bit Country

Make a Run for the Border - Fat Butt and Pancake Head

Taco Flavoured Kisses - Fat Butt and Pancake Head

Jesus Baby - Christian Rock Hard

Faith + 1 Album - Christian Rock Hard

Casa Bonita - Casa Bonita

Joseph Smith Was Called a Prophet - All About Mormon

Cigarettes All Hidey Lidey Day - Butt Out

Follow the Only Road - It's Christmas in Canada

French Canada - It's Christmas in Canada

Let's Fighting Love - Good Times with Weapons

My Robot Friend - AWESOM-O

My Wishing Tree - The Jeffersons

The Future Begins With You and Me - Goobacks

Vote or Die! - Douche and Turd

I've Got Some Apples - Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset

Christmas Time is Once a Year - Woodland Critter Christmas

Make It Right - The Death of Eric Cartman

Love Lost Long Ago - Follow That Egg!

We Can Live Together - Ginger Kids

Trapped in the Closet - Trapped in the Closet

Hey People, You Gotta Drive Hybrids Already - Smug Alert!

Who's Got the Greatest Mom In The World? - Tsst

Dawg's Crew Theme Song - Miss Teacher Bangs a Boy

Hippitus Hoppitus - Fantastic Easter Special

California Loves the Homeless - Night of the Living Homeless

I've Got a Golden Ticket - Le Petit Tourette

Imagination Song - Imaginationland

Canada on Strike - Canada on Strike

My Internet Done Up and Went Away - Over Logging

Super Fun Time - Super Fun Time

You Gotta Do What You Wanna Do - Elementary School Musical

Burn Down Hot Topic - The Ungroundable

I've Got a Ring on My Finger - The Ring

Queef Free - Eat, Pray, Queef

Gay Fish - Fishsticks

Somalian Pirates We - Fatbeard

Poker Face - Whale Whores

Minorities at my Water Park - Pee

Lake Tardicaca Hula Gal - Crippled Summer

You and Cthulhu - Mysterion Rises

Cafeteria Fraiche - Crème Fraiche

Vunter Slaush Kapushkuh - Crack Baby Athletic Association

Work Mexican Work - The Last of the Meheecans

Lemmiwinks vs Wikileaks - Bass to Mouth

Put That Heart to Work - Broadway Bro Down

Out of My Shell - Broadway Bro Down

I'm Not the Poorest Kid in School - The Poor Kid

The Jewelry Polka - Cash For Gold

Make Bullying Kill Itself - Butterballs

Jackin' it in San Diego - Butterballs

I Swear - Cartman Finds Love

The Ballad of James Cameron - Raising the Bar

It's a Beautiful Day - World War Zimmerman

A Chorus of Wieners - A Song of Ass and Fire

Princess Kenny Theme - A Song of Ass and Fire

My Bitch Ain't No Hobbit - The Hobbit

Push (Feeling Good on a Wednesday) - The Cissy

The Tale of Craig's Mom's Bush - The Magic Bush

PC Chant - Stunning and Brave

Where Has My Country Gone - Where My Country Gone

The Yelper Special (Boogers and Cum) - You're Not Yelping

In My Safe Space - Safe Space

The Ballad of Tweek and Craig - Tweek x Craig

Let's Come Together As a School - Douche and a Danish

Give Life A Try - Put It Down

Put It Down - Put It Down

They Got Me Locked Up In Here - Hummels & Heroin

Barbershop Quartet - Hummels & Heroin

A Witch Pursuit Thing - Sons A Witches

Faith In Christ - A Boy And A Priest

Unfulfilled - Unfulfilled

Colorado Town - Bike Parade

Go Strong Woman, Go - Board Girls

I Love You Social Distancing - The Pandemic Special

Mountain Town - South Park: Biggger, Longer & Uncut

Uncle Fucka - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

It's Easy Mmkay - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

Blame Canada - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

Kyle's Mom's a Bitch - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

What Would Brian Boitano Do - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

Up There - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

La Resistance - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

I Can Change - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

I'm Super - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

Mountain Town (Reprise) - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

We Are Living in the Future - South Park: Post Covid: The Return of Covid

We Missed You Randy - South Park: The Streaming Wars

I Got Cred, Bitches - South Park (Not Suitable For Children)

Hope you all enjoy the tournament and may the best south park song win!

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