#kinda feeling small and awkward and just

[im-smart-i-swear]

Ok so Buddy works in space McDonalds right? Does that mean others have a job somewhere as well?

ill admit that in the comic i used space mcdonalds mostly for comedic effect........ i mean they propably worked at a space fast food restaurant at some point, but it definetely wasnt their only job!

okay so after eeneks unexpected family reunion the clones, eenek and zora all decide to stay on znahors ship for the time being(it gets a little cramped but its bearable), and they just kinda start going from place to place after that?? before picking them all up znahor already was doing essentialy that, anyway- he traveled from planet to planet, occasionally helping the locals and then fucking off elsewhere. so thats what they do! they jump from one star system to the next, never staying anywhere for long, trying to not bring any unwanted attention to themselves, and they get by mostly by doing random odd jobs(some more legal than others..) and stuff.

they all(ecept for taka bc hes like 10) get their fair share of shitty jobs, but they dont really have a choice, do they? the war is over, sure, but obviously such a long conflict leaves an impact on the world. the chaos is on one hand a blessing, bc an odd bunch like three galrans and a gaggle of humans dont bring much attention in a sea of refugees, but it also means that sometimes things get messy, and making ends meet is difficult.

out of the clones, buddy has the most experience and knowledge about how alien worlds function, so they often end up with jobs that require communication and frequent interaction with other people- basically what im trying to say is that they work customer service. a lot. they survive it by remembering how infiuriating diplomacy was and telling themselves that hey! at least them fucking something up wont put the fate of the universe into jeopardy this time!! stickbug often works alongside them, but he hates interacting with customers even more that buddy does and tries to avoid this kind of job as much as he can(my man spent too much time trying to please everyone in his childhood and is OVER IT). i mean all of them get a customer service job from time to time but bud is the one whos least terrible at it

im not sure if the others have any preferred jobs tbh, but the idea of soup trying competetive fighting at some point would be interesting to explore i think........

#ask #my funky guys #thanks for asking<33 #also man poor taka. he spent like half of his life without interacting with kids his age........ #hes the most socially awkward ten year old in the universe. meets a kid his age for the first time and has no idea how to act:( #and the worst part is that even when he manages to form a connection w someone #his family leaves the area pretty soon after that and in most cases he loses contact with that person after a while #so yeah.. hes not doing great #i really dont talk about this kid enough........ i love him hes my special little guy #(i say as i make his life even more difficult for some reason) #anyway #for buddy working in cusomer service or doing not-so-legal odd jobs is STILL better than their voltron days #whenever they look back at that period of their life they cant help but physically recoil #helping some random guy in the asscrack of the universe smuggle some shit for a bit of cash #is in their mind 10 times better than their time as the black paladin #basically their way of coping with their situation is to just. slowly convince themself that being w voltron was The Worst Thing Ever #i mean yeah it wasnt GREAT #but they willfuly ignore every good thing that also happened back then to make themself feel better lol #bc there are moments where living on a relatively small space ship with like 8 other people is stressful and kinda sucks sometimes #even if you deeply love and care about 6 of them #the transition from living on a deserted planet in complete isolation from ppl outside of your weird little maybe-family #to being constantly tossed around the whole universe #was a jarring and difficult transiton for everyone #(eeneks weird family drama didnt help) #the first few months were hard for everyone #it got better over time tho #life is unpredictable and people are unpredictable and shit is gonna get messy #but despite it all love still presists.

[heartbeetz]

I should interact with / talk to my mutuals more. You're all swag I'm just not good at socializing with people I'm not already close to. If you ever wanna say things at me you are allowed 👍♡

#I get shy about sending asks and stuff bc The Autism And Anxiety. but I'm chill I prommy #also I dont rb a lot of people's ship art bc I tend to TRY to keep this blog personal on purpose #and bc I'm awkward. I don't rb others' ships so I feel like if I ever rb someone's it'll seem like I'm giving special treatment #I could solve both issues by making a separate blog just for that. but it feels weird lol #but maybe I will at some point? #idkkkk #I feel like the way I participate in selfship is a lot more Self oriented. I kinda stay out of the greater community #and *I* dont mind that. I like being a small blog and I like having a space for myself to just do my own thing #but I also understand the way that makes me come off lol #anyway. whatever #roz posts

[cowardlykrow]

As you said you were out of ideas... (admittedly these are probably rubbish so feel free to ignore them ^_^')

Capybara centaur with a persimmon on it's head?

A ring-tailed cat (they are adorable) centaur with a brushing it's tail

a deertaur loosing his antler and panicking when it falls.

Markhor centaur (because those horns are cool!)

Sure fam, here’s a few lolol!

Having looked up markhor’s has left me mind boggled how are these real tbh

#couldn’t figure out how I wanted to do the antler one haha oh well~ #small species still feel kinda awkward to do in taur form but maybe that’s just me 🤔 #ask #centaur #centaurs #digital art #digital drawing #art #drawing #fantasy #entauria

[13eyond13]

.

#One of the scenes from that dumb Fahrenheit 451 book that I can't stop thinking about btw #The guy's wife has a few of her housewife friends over to watch a fave show with her #He comes in the room shuts the show off and forces them all to make small talk with him while inwardly being like 'WHAT A BUNCH OF MORONS' #especially when one of the women said she decided to have C sections when she gave birth because she didn't want to experience immense pain #(which is supposed to help prove what a perverted godless unnatural lazy idiot she's become because of tv or whatever I guess?) #And then he yells at them all and calls them monsters and forces them to listen to him recite a random poem #like even in a universe where books are not illegal can you even imagine hahaha #The immense awkwardness and snobbery of him my god like let the ladies enjoy a golldang TV show and have a c section #It just is like the most r/iamverysmart thing ever and no offense but I thought the poem kinda sucked #I almost want to write a fanfic from his wife's pov because I feel like it could be very funny to see the protagonist #From her pov instead #p

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

Fans can be so funny sometimes. (Myself included.)

#decided to wade through a few comments on YT for Big Country's live performance of ''Fields of Fire'' on The Tube in 1984 #and some lady commented ''he (Stuart) looked so happy here'' and from seeing the beginning of the video #and also just listening to it (Bruce's guitar was not producing any sound! for most of the song) #I was like 'um lady. I'm sorry but. he's actually kinda pissed off' lmao #like idk. if he was happy it was when he could finally get off stage and get tf out of there with the sound/technical issues. #but nonetheless: I know what she meant. it's just...as fans we're so cute. we only see the good stuff that we want to see #and for bands/artists we're fans of we only ever want to see them happy and that their gigs are successful (all around) #which is lovely for us and all but also tbh pretty unrealistic. I think about this sometimes especially when I go to shows alone. #I don't know if I'm projecting but when I go to shows alone I often wonder how the artists feel. especially at...very very small shows. #and even though I've sung solos in front of people before when I was in school - I can't remember WHAT it was like/how it felt. #the experience of being an artist in front of people and sharing your art? fuck if I can recall. (except hahaha being terrified) #so now I just...wonder. and try to show my appreciation for the artists as best I can anyway...even when I'm shy and awkward. :/ #random rambling

[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

[Just attempting to live my life]:

Thinks severally about these guys having little habits, like not just their own habits but stuff they do with each other, I think my favorite that has always plagued my mind was Hackett tracing Woods palms [I think I wrote a fic about it but sadly I no longer have it]

Again its just,,,,these guys picking these little things up that make them feel ok...they go down and face these terrifying creatures, always a door away from death, no human is there except them, so they build these little habits that is like "I don't know why this help but it does" n sure the others might joke around about it but they understand cuz they do the same thing. They have their own little thing....

<3 God yall.....I cannot stop thinking about these guys I have so many-too many thoughts.

#idk rambles 💟 #writing rants 📖 #gtfo ☣️ #gtfo game #Giving them the small things to make them feel human #including physical contact which godbless these guys #theres some awkwardness around it but it gets to the point where it doesn't matter #kinda related they need walkie-talkies like #Please like in general but also #...<3 you think they just #they......starts sobbing #I need to write about Bishop n Hackett having a brother relationship #also I need desperately to write Woods n Dauada #I make a gtfo post n put 50 tags hi everyone #I made a whole document to rant about these guys its bad yall

[galaxseacreature]

Weird fucking end of the day, y'all!

I've got a progress pride flag pin and a little round ace pride flag pin on my backpack. The progress pin has been there long term but even the ace pin has been on there for probably a year now. I've gotten exactly one chill "hey me too!" in that whole time (nice!)

So ofc it's the day I'm drop dead tired, I'm talking brain absolutely fried, need to get home asap, lay on the floor, and recalibrate type of bone tired. Ofc THIS is the day a coworker I'm walking out of the building with decides to ask what the ace pin is

#It's chill overall but it was kind of awkward and I just feel kinda weird #I'm weird about it much of the time tbh but especially with my brain whirring along at dial up speed from the world's longest Tuesday #So idk. I guess I sort of came out to 2 coworkers today #The first big test of my ''I'll share if asked/directly relevant'' philosophy given being ace is almost never directly relevant or obvious #No one was bad about it I just said it was an ace/ asexuality pride pin #(I have trained myself to say the full word for better comprehension. but not well enough that i don't still say ace first every time lol) #Got a ''oh I don't think I've seen that one before'' #And I said something lame like ''yeah its not as commonly known'' #Awkward beat. No direct follow up. Felt like maybe I should elaborate but not sure about what really #Could have explicitly said I was ace I guess. Probably that was the move. In hindsight and all. definitely the move! #I bet people are more likely to understand a direct coming out social script than a nominally-small-talk-about-pride-flags one #Not that I really know what I want someone to say when I come out either. Just....acknowledgement? something not mean? #Idk it just felt awkward all around. Vaguely weird. Not actually bad really. Just. Threw me off balance. #the literal end of dayness of it all too. timing really is everything in this life i swear #So that was my Tuesday afternoon!

[wifiwuxians]

nvm about being here more i thought it had gotten better but it's gotten worse again 😷 websites are changing and breaking too much, there's a small handful of successful lucky users who don't feel the effects but ✨ i am not one of them ✨ and if the site won't even let me show off projects i worked hard on, then to hell with the site!!!!! call me when the perfect social media is created by people who know what they're doing OTL

#Truth be told I am feeling burnt out and kinda sad about the whole thing #And I don't have any drive to make a bunch of posts anyway #So I'll go back to popping in for two minutes every few days 😔 #Twitter may be on fire constantly but it's just become a convenient dumping ground... #It feels too awkward to have thought shitposts on here. It feels too small

[branzycrafted]

Sometimes existing as a system is just like constantly being concerned about ableism from uneducated as hell singlets (cause that's like basically most of society tbh who the hell educates themselves on this stuff unfortunately I think like Nobody) even when "realistically" it's probably not gonna happen but it's also a very realistic chance that it could

#One thing we wanna work towards is moreso co-existing with our identity as a system but that's hard #Like it's okay for systems to have different idk. Levels of attachment to it? Idk how to word it #Some systems aren't too focused on that stuff or like individuality #But we'd like to be able to be like that and just. Exist?? #Even if it's fine for us to focus a lot on like self-referring as plural a lot or whatever #Being suuuuuper attached to fictive identity suuuuuccckkkkssssss #For us it's not because of like touch with reality or whatever it's moreso worrying about singlets being ableist about our identities #Thankfully hasn't been a problem!! I think #But the fear of it has been lol #BLEGH I definitely would like to not give as much of a damn #Problem is also when it takes a LOOOOTTT FOR YOU TO FEEL SECURE like #OUGH it's bad for us #BUT whatever I'm personally working more on not caring #One small thing for us is like talking about our sources #It feels awkward to say their names cause that's ''also us'' #That's kinda what I mean though!! Just a little thing to work on getting over or more comfortable with #I don't remember what I said about that entirely but yeah DHGJJS #Sorry this makes no sense I'm dying rn /nonsrs #UUUUHH og point. Idk it would be nice to care less about being a system #It's just hard when you're so like stuck with yourself and so trapped in being in your head and out of touch with reality #You've been so just with yourself and immersed in the derealized experience of being a system that it's hard to climb out #Major obstacle with like the body growing up and us having to move up in society as an adult later on but hey it'll be okay! #We'll get there we'll be just fine #[''roll the dice!'' | 🎲.txt]

[babydarkstar]

yall idk if im socially able to become a teacher

#like im so so good with the kids and some of the adults but im so painfully awkward #at least to me #oh my god. i rly forgot that i have social anxiety like a bitch #like college i kinda was like ‘i’m reinventing myself whatever’ #but then after my mental health deterioration i became #painfully. PAINFULLY anxious about how i act around others and what i say and do #it literally keeps me up at night like my ocd wont let me sleep #my brain literally keeps me awake and replays things i said during the day #it’s so painful #im really worried about my ability to communicate with parents and bosses #like im becoming more aware of it as i come out of this fog of depression #and actually feeling things #i kinda. hate it honestly #ik it’s insane to say ive gotten comfortable with my depression but i have #i shouldnt be. it’s wreaking havoc on my life #also im so unorganized and i cant figure out how to get my life together #like my room i just cant do it but i want to so bad but even if i start small i dont do enough #idk hsnsnsjdsjhd ive had such a long day im so tired and ive been out of it since i hit the curb earlier #my balance is off i keep running into things mostly on my right #also going to work makes me nervous and i hate it

[exopelagic]

update I have been in SUCH a good mood today and I love talking to people <3

#just met a bunch of the other biologists in different years there was a big thing and they’re so cool #I have had. just a little bit to drink bc there was wine and it was actually GOOD I don’t like wine but this stuff was like sweeter #had an actual taste and wasn’t just bitter and burny so I. maybe had like three glasses which is not a lot but I am a small man #my friend said I was normal but he’s also an unobservant straight man I know I was a little more than normal #and also definitely less coordinated (I walked into a wall.) #(nobody was watching it was fine) #it’s fine I don’t drink very often this is probably what happens. so much for alcohol doesn’t affect me very much maybe it depends on what #OH YEAH TOPSY THIS MIGHT BE EVIDENCE FOR THE VODKA BAD THING BC THIS DIDNT GIVE ME A HEADACHE #anyway. it was so fun catching up with some of these people I only see them like a few times a year #but they’re genuinely some of the nicest people I’ve met in this place #hopefully organising a thing with a few of them soon!! will be cooking for a couple people I might invite cool masters student whom I love #she’s my favourite biologist hands down I would kill for her #idk man it’s just made me remember how much I genuinely enjoy talking to people and bc it’s not the first time with a lot of them the like #initial icy awkwardness had melted and we could just be normal people and it was great #and like normally talking to people I actually have classes with it’s weird and slightly like. comparing each other feeling yknow? #but tonight the only people I had classes with who I talked to were my actual friends and then a bunch of people in other years #so it was just nice and chill and it was honestly kinda nice being able to be the reassuring older one like a few people were for me before #anyway yeah I understand a bit more abt a) why people drink at these things (the little extra confidence is nice I can’t lie) #b) this subject sucks in many ways and a lot of the people are shit here but so many aren’t and we’re just all not talking to each other #bc of the much louder incredibly annoying people in between who are much more visible #but when you do end up together it’s rlly nice and I just wish I’d talked to some of them earlier or like. more. #ms. masters I will miss you so much when you’re gone I will not be able to fill the void you leave next year but I will try o7 #also oh god yeah the freshers have personalities now it’s great I knew I just needed to give them some time #I only talked to like. threeee? but they’re rlly nice and one is coming for dinner soon hopefully I gotta organise that at some point. #maybe next term bc I don’t think I have time or the brain space to do extras this term now #but it will be at some point bc I rlly wanna talk to them all again. I’ll have so much more time next term I can do that #anyway. I love talking to people and I rlly like when I’m in a good mood I’m gonna try hype myself up more #I think I have a habit of slipping into everything sucks but when I’m not like that I can enjoy Everything. growth #anyway I’m sleeping now I’m so tired early bed goodnight <3 #luke.txt

[suguann]

He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem—a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

It starts with you smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in your eye that feels like trouble when you scan his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Riley.” 

“It’s just Simon,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Johnny is there to make it worse.

He nudges Simon with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Say it any louder, and she’ll hear you, mate,” he grumbles.

Simon’s not blind; of course, he knows you’re pretty, but he doesn’t have time to commit to anything outside of work—even if you smile at him like you’re happy to see him and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during morning runs. His head is nothing short of woven webs with thoughts of you stuck in the middle.

Honestly, it’s that you—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Simon is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open paperback book on the desk.)

It’s weird because it’s almost like you—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. It makes him a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he realizes he hasn’t talked to a woman outside of only wanting a quick fuck in a really long time, but more importantly, he wants to hear it again. 

Instead, he tosses potatoes in his cart and walks away.)

He tells himself it means nothing, or not how Simon wants it to.

You’re just…he’s not even sure; acquaintances? Maybe more than that, but less than friends. Somewhere in that odd in-between phase where he only knows bits and pieces but not the whole picture.

Sometimes, he wishes—

(Simon doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you to meet the guys from work on a night out. He’s dated around a few times and had his fair share of hook-ups, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry.

Then you walk into the bar in a dress that’s probably too light for early spring in London—even though he stares appreciatively at the long expanse of your legs as you walk up to the table—and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But you—

(A new development happens after you slip him your phone number on one of the gym’s business cards—it’s weird that we don’t have each other’s numbers, so message me sometime or whatever—and he messages you ‘hey’ right before he leaves for a mission a few days later. 

It slowly shifts and changes over time.

You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

You really are—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s distracted from the movie by how close you are, how your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach that clenches. An ache that grows, throbbing, spreading from his abdomen to his groin.

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to the elbow to squeeze by each other in his entryway earlier or giving you his jacket that night at the bar—a tilt of the axis that makes the messy pieces fall neatly into place. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…would you—fucking hell,” Simon runs a hand through his hair. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, and his hands are pulling you onto his lap, where you settle hotly against his dick tenting in his jeans, he wonders why neither of you has done this before. Just kissing—him licking the seam of your mouth, and you panting his name.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you mumble, lips brushing his.

“Me too,” and he fists his hand into the hair at your nape and pulls you back to his mouth.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the bloke further down the bar who tried making a swipe at your ass before Simon showed up, towering over his shoulder with your fruity cocktail in hand.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass, love.”

“But yours.”

This time, he does smile. “Yes, but mine.”

Masterlist

#simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost imagine #simon riley fluff #cod imagine #cod x reader #cod fic #mw2 x reader #mw2 imagine #.things i write

[ilygetou]

zoro with a huge cock he doesn't know what to do with it

i shall elaborate. ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

cw. fem! reader, breeding kink if u squint, inexperienced!virgin! zoro (but it’s not mentioned), zoro lowkey acts like a pervert, solo male masturbation, hand/blowjob, cowgirl position, lots of cum, awkward boners, boob job, facials, creampie and/or breeding, damn this shit kinda long :/

note. this was supposed to be a 500 word thirst but i ended up writing this 2.3k monstrosity. so enjoy!

zoro who’s dick is so big & thick he doesn’t know what to do–every time he’d get a hard-on it’d always end up being awkward cause’ anyone who’d be there present with him would be able to notice it. The baggy clothes he’d be wearing would sometimes help him cover up his ridiculously huge erection but zoro still thinks it wasn’t enough coverage.

And when zoro thought it coudn’t get any worse, you suddenly came in the picture. Making the poor man suffer from even more awkward boners.

When he would be hanging around the crew but suddenly he’d get a sudden flash of your face & then he’d be put into this awkward situation. Having to rush to the nearest bathroom in the sunny to take care of his hardening cock.

The whole time zoro was in the bathroom, he would be letting out frustrated groans, he was stroking his cock in an aggressive manner–throwing his head back in frustration and groaning cause’ he was nowhere near his release. And he wishes you were there with him. Because, come on, you were the reason for all this to being with.

Despite zoro’s huge dick, he had heavy breeder balls that’re filled with his hot sperm <3 And zoro sometimes wishes you were with him right now, so he could empty his balls deep insides your cunt. It’s a real shame you aren’t a member of the straw hats, otherwise, zoro would have you stuffed with his massive cock all the time.

Everytime zoro goes off to jerk off, it’d always end up with him edging himself. He thinks he’s doing something wrong at this point–no matter how fast and rough he would be stroking his shaft, it was nowhere near enough and he would never be able to orgasm. Zoro started thinking that the reasoning for this is his ridiculously huge cock. That has to be the reason.

Every time zoro would finally be close to having sex, the person he’s about to fuck always ends up running away as soon and they see his sheer size. So he has been always insecure about his dick size, he’s supposed to be the greatest swordsman for fucks sake. And here he is worrying about the size of his dick.

Maybe if he had a medium sized dick–he would be able to cum as many times as he wants. But with this big one? Yeah, zoro doesn’t think he’ll be able to know what an orgasm feels like any time soon.

That was until zoro bumped into you coincidentally, you greeted him with a sheepish smile and pulled him into an unexpected hug, the poor man felt his face grow hot,, and suddenly his cock was slowly hardening. Zoro curses under his breath, scolding himself mentally, this was not the right time for this.

You were babbling about things you saw on your journey, all while using hand gestures to explain things, you had a small spark in your eyes and zoro could almost feel bad for ignoring whatever you were saying and instead focusing on the way your tits bounced with every move you made, and his eyes travelled downwards to where your crotch was. Your pussy was covered from the layers of clothes you were wearing.

Zoro couldn’t hide it anymore, his erection was poking his clothes and zoro’s face immediately went pale once he saw you take a glimpse of his hard-on. “Zoro we can continue talking in the sunny if that’s alright with you? ’M just tired of standing” and zoro immediately agreed, thinking you actually just wanted to talk–cause what else would you do? A sweet innocent, angel like you wouldn’t pull anything inappropriate.

Zoro had a confused expression when he saw you enter his room instead of just going to sit in the main area, he had an even more confused expression when he saw you lock the door–leaving you two trapped in his room. And when you made zoro sit on the edge of his bed as you went down on your knees, that’s when zoro completely lost it, finally understanding your true intentions.

His lips curved into a smirk once you started tugging on his baggy pants, “oh?” he chuckles, zoro really wasn’t sure about this. He was worried that you might get scared and leave if you saw his ridiculously large cock. “you sure ya’ wanna do this?” and you looked up at him with pleading doe-eyes, you pulled down your shirt, your tits bouncing from the impact; “mhm, wanna have you cum on my face n’ tits, please?”

Zoro’s breath hitched, completely mesmerized from the view in front of him. You finally tugged down his pants, his cock slapping you in the face–zoro immediately muttered a ‘sorry’ his face already turning red. But you honestly didn’t mind, what shocked you more was how big zoro was, you knew he was going to be big by the way his erection was poking his pants but not this big.

His tip itself was huge, it was mushroom shaped and had a pinkish color to it, his shaft was a very light shade of almond, pre-cum dripping down his base and you couldn’t help but worry if it’ll be able to fit inside your mouth or if it’d be able to go between your tits. While you took your time eyeing it, zoro immediately grew worried & insecure–is it too big? did you not like it? And then zoro thought that what if you won’t be able to make him cum as well? He had so many futile jerking off sessions he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to cum anymore.

Zoro was snapped out of his thoughts when you wrapped your small hands around his dick, you had to use both hands to be able to fully satisfy zoro. You started with his tip, circling your thumb around the head until zoro started groaning from the feeling. Slowly moving down to the base and giving it small strokes using both hands, zoro gripped the sheets of his bed–it was completely different from what does.

Zoro would usually just go straight into it, moving his hands rough and fast to get himself to cum but it never worked. But now that you were the one doing it for him, it felt way better than when he does it alone. You were cradling his cock, kneading the tip gently, moving your hands very gently and slow. It was like you were teasing zoro the difference was that it felt so fucking amazing.

You withdrew your hands and zoro groaned in response, his face was flushed red as he took a quick glance at you, his eyes fluttered shut once he saw you positioning his dick between your breasts. He moaned at the soft feeling of your tits around his cock, swallowing his saliva when you took his tip in your mouth, sucking on the fat head of his cock sloppily.

“A-Ahh–shit–” he murmured, running his hands through his hair as he watched your tits swallow his entire length once you squeezed them together. The tip of his cock remained in your mouth, your tongue was wrapped around it–while you kept sucking on it messily. Drool kept dripping from the side of your chin and coating your tits, you looked up at zoro, his head was thrown back as he gripped the sheets beneath him.

When zoro decided to take a small glimpse of your state right now, he immediately regrets it. His huge tip was bulging in your mouth, a few tears covering your lashline, you were squishing your breasts together as you slightly bounced your body. And now, zoro was letting out low hisses, his thighs trembled, cock twitched, and now he was cumming all over your face and tits.

You looked up at zoro with a shocked expression and a cum covered face and zoro himself was shocked as well. He was trying to process this, is this how am orgasm feels like? ’cause fuck, he’s already addicted to the feeling of it.

You licked off the white stains from your face, you got up and pushed zoro back on his bed. “Can i ride you? Pretty please?” zoro’s eyes widened, face becoming even more flushed that even his ears turned red. “I-uh, Are you sure?” you nodded your head, you just had to prepare yourself before taking his stupidly big cock.

You grabbed zoro’s hands, pulling out his middle and index finger, you placed them above your panties, moving zoro’s hands–causing his fingers to rub your clothed cunt, zoro lets you do as you please, watching in amusement as you used him for your own pleasure. Once you took off your panties, you guided zoro’s fingers to your clit, making him rub it until you were moaning from the feeling.

“I think i g-got it, so let me do it” zoro offers and you immediately agreed, letting go of his hands as zoro’s fingers trailed to where your small hole was. This is where his cock was supposed to go? Holy shit. He pushes in his thick digits & your walls immediately clamped down on them, zoro starts with slow thrusts of his fingers–and you were already dripping on them.

With only a few more thrusts, you were already close, zoro’s fingers were already too thick and fulfilling–you can’t imagine how’d it feel to be fucked by his huge dick instead of his fingers. You grabbed zoro’s hands which startled him, “s-stop, wanna cum on your cock instead, please” zoro raised a brow but obeyed nonetheless, retracting his fingers from your drooling cunt.

You placed your hands on his abs for balance as you positioned yourself on top of zoro’s cock, slowly pushing down, your body quivered, breath caught short as the tip was slowly penetrating you and you could already feel the stretch from just the tip alone. And shortly, his whole length was inside you, you still couldn’t move–trying to adjust his ridiculous size.

And zoro couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted you to move, the warmth of your pussy and the way it was sucking him all the way in felt all too good but he can’t stop thinking about how great it’d feel if you’d just fucking move. He then took ahold of your wrists and thrusted his hips upwards, a scream left you, “w-wait zoro!” you weren’t expecting for zoro to be this inpatient.

He thrusted into you one more time, as tears started covering your lashline–he was stretching you so good right now, particularly splitting you open. “Feels so good, fuck” he sighs, feeling your walls clamp down on him, zoro’s eyes fluttered shut, gripping your waist with both hands as he bounced you up and down his cock.

Zoro traces the outline his cock is leaving on your stomach, was this him inside you? He threw his head back, feeling you clench down on him every time the tip hits your cervix. “You’re so good, so good f’me” he coos, and all you could do was nod in response. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you try and bounce on his cock but ending up as a whimpering mess, leaning on zoro for support.

His cock was deep inside you, a bulge visible on your tummy, his hips were pressed against your ass, and his hands were wrapped around your waist. God, You couldn’t ask for more than this, no, zoro couldn’t ask for more. He already came earlier and fuck, it felt so good.

Everytime zoro would thrust upwards, he would let out a hiss, droopy eye’s looking down at your messy face. “shit, you’re so tight” he’d groan, watching as your body trembles with every thrust, as obscene sounds slipped past your lips.

“z-zoro,” and zoro swears he could cum just by the sound of you calling out his name, “gnna’ cum, so close!” you threw your head back as you gripped zoro’s hair, your eyes rolled back as your whole body quivered— pornographic moans left you as you came all over zoro’s cock.

Zoro brought up a hand to your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks, removing a strand of hair and tugging it behind your ear—zoro then gave you a quick peck on the lips. His hands finding their way around your waist once again.

And it wasn’t long after zoro was also near his climax, zoro pressed a hand to his mouth to soak up the moans he’s struggling to hold in while his other hand still held your waist down. Zoro’s thighs trembled, bucking into you until he was cumming deep inside you, stuffing you to the hilt with his thick, creamy cum.

And after that incident, you were zoro’s personal flashlight. Always having his cum on either your tits, face or inside your mouth or/and cunt. You were always getting fucked by zoro, well this was bound to happen — he finally found someone he could give his cum to.

You couldn’t say that you were used to his size, you’d still always get shocked whenever his cock would basically slap you in the face. Always having to do hours of prep to make it fit. And as always, you’d getting fucked too dumb you’d pass out while zoro was still thrusting into you.

Sometimes he’d get too riled up and would slam his cock into your “too small” cunt without any prep and would finally release you when he has already stuffed you with his cum at least five times. He would sometimes make you walk around with his cum dripping down your legs and would watch from afar as you try to run to the nearest valley to clean yourself up.

Despite being stretched by his cock way too many times, you’d always feel tight for zoro and you’d also always feel like his splitting you open every time.

And you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be happy that you got yourself a dumb boyfriend with a stupidly big cock which he doesn’t know how to use without your help.

#zoro roronoa x reader #one piece x reader #one piece smut #zoro smut #zoro x reader #op smut #op x reader #op zoro #zoro x you

[nopethatsnotembarrassing]

I forgot to mention this when I got home cause I was so tired and my internet was acting up but over the weekend I got to learn just how good of a five year old Bang Chan made.

Like I knew it was a normal kid thing to just say their age (especially around their family) but as I was walking to my train I came across a child and their guardian outside the building and as the guardian was digging through their bag looking for something I made eye contact with the kid and so they waved and I said "Hi!" And the first thing out of their tiny mouth was "I'm Five!" And it was so adorable all I could do was giggle as I caught the escalator while the guardian just smiled at me.

#my post #i think i need another tag for irl stuff that happens cause using the one i have feels weird sometimes #the odd day-to-day of an awkward grey-asexual #the odd day to day of an awkward grey asexual #like im used to kids looking at me cause im kinda interesting looking? with my bright orange hair and big backpack #but usually they dont say anything cause i also kinda look intimidating usually being chubby in mostly if not all black #and i still wear a mask when im out. but between the silly cartoony shark shirt i had on and this kids fearlessness #it was a small refreshing point in our days i think and a reminder to me to just embrace that little 5yr-old in my head and just do/say shi #skipping queue

[diedoverahat]

A Different Kind of Compensation.

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part two!

pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader

prompt: you’ve been babysitting abby for mike nearly three months now. he constantly apologizes for not paying you yet, you constantly tell him it doesn't bother you. one night he comes back from his shift at freddy’s and has a different idea on how to compensate you for all of your hard work.

warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering (kinda???), munch!mike.

word count: this was supposed to be a short dirty work that somehow turned into a 2.2k monster. told you i love to ramble.

authors note: remember when i said i might write smut if i was just so moved by an ask? well turns out my very first ask moved me. y'all are nasty, i love it. mike, of course, is a munch because why would he be anything else? i never, with a capital N, write smut so please bear with me if it sucks. i hope whoever requested this loves it! i wrote it instead of finishing my scientific article for bio so it better be decent hehe.

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The sound of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps woke you up from where you were dozing off on the couch. You gazed at the clock on the side table near you and sure enough, 6:10 blinked back at you. Mike was finally home. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely shedding his work vest and hanging his keys on the little hook by the door.

You yawned, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up on the couch. The blanket you used to cover yourself falling to pool around your waist. Mike finally made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch with a soft grunt. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough from lack of use. “Abby eat anything?”

“Yeah, a little,” You mutter back through a barely concealed yawn, head lolling to rest on the back of the couch. “You know how she is.”

He hums in acknowledgement but stays silent apart from that, keeping his gaze trained on the infomercial playing on TV. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You sit up even further on the couch, leaning against the arm rest facing Mike. The blue/green hue of the TV bathed him in light, his hair was unruly with curls sticking out at awkward angles. He had deep bags under his eyes. Just as you thought about getting up to take off, he spoke up again. 

“I promise I’ll get you the money,” he says softly, not taking his eyes off the TV, “I…I just need some time.”

You scoff in mock annoyance, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Mike, you know I don’t care about the money. I don’t mind doing this for you.” You reply, nudging his knee with your foot softly then just leaving it perched on his lap.

Mike finally turns to look at you, there's a strange look on his face that you can’t quite place, but you give him a small smile all the same. He stares at you for a few beats, you can practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“You deserve something,” he whispers, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You do so much for me, it’s only fair.” As he speaks, he slowly moves his hand off the couch to your ankle still resting on his thigh, he starts rubbing slow circles over the skin there. His eyes never left yours as he touched you, a very obvious question in them. Asking if you wanted this.

Heat instantly rushed to your belly, cheeks turning a light shade of red at his touch. You’d always thought Mike was attractive, but you never would have imagined he’d want to be anything more than friends. Since he was already so busy with taking care of Abby and his hellish new job.

You swallow once before speaking, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden. “What are you suggesting?” You ask so softly, wondering if he even heard you. Mikes’ fingers stop in favor of trailing his hand up your calf in a featherlight touch, disappearing under the blanket to seek out more of your soft skin. Your heart is beating so fast you think you might die, the sound of it echoing in your ears loudly. 

Mike's big brown eyes stare into yours with a newfound intensity, visibly shocked that you're reacting so viscerally to his touch, his pupils are blown to hell. Chocolate brown being swallowed by black.  His tongue coming out to sweep over his top lip.

“How about you,” he says slowly, scooting closer to you on the small couch. He crowds into your personal space like he belongs there. Mike’s lips inches away from yours. He smells like old leather and dust from being cramped in the security office at Freddy’s. Your chest heaves as your eyes flit back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Seconds drag by like hours as you painstakingly wait for him to finish his sentence. “Stay right there while I make you feel good.” He finally says, his breath fanning over your face hotly. You can’t even speak, afraid of how desperate you might sound, just nodding your head roughly, not looking away from his hungry gaze.

Mike’s hand runs up your leg quickly after you give him the green-light, slipping further under the blanket and higher up your leg until he reaches his destination. He rubs you gently through your shorts, your breath hitches sharply at what should be just a simple touch, but you’re still so worked up from earlier that it feels ten times more extreme. You grasp the blanket still strewn over your lap tightly in your fists, it's the only thing keeping you from seeing Mike’s hand at work between your legs.

Mike reacts to touching you for the first time like he can feel it too. His breath stutters out of his chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your already wet folds through your thin cotton sleeping shorts. “Fuck.” He breathes out quietly, so quietly you doubt he even meant to say it out loud. He opens his eyes again, breathing slightly rougher as he stares at you through his arousal induced haze and heavy eyelids. 

Seeing your face must spur him on because he starts rubbing with more fervor than before, his clever fingers applying more pressure making you moan softly. You cut yourself off quickly, eyes darting down the hall to Abby's bedroom door. It's still closed, there's no light leaking through the crack between it and the floor.

"Shit, Mike." You whine quietly.

Mike groans softly at the sound of his name leaving your lips, body trembling slightly with the feeling. Suddenly he wrenches his hand out from under the blanket, and rips it off your lap frantically. You gasp sharply at the cool air breaking through the bubble of warmth the blanket provided, involuntarily closing your legs.

Mike pushes up from his position on the couch next to you, knee walking over so he's kneeling in-front of your clenched thighs. You're still slightly sprawled across the cushions, leaning on the arm of the couch.

"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asks roughly, putting both his hands on your still closed knees. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to answer him, after a few moments you finally manage a faint shake of your head.

"No?" He asks, tilting his head to the left slightly. "Let me show you then."

Mike grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him, and leads your hand down into his lap. Your breath catches in your throat when he places your hand directly over his clothed erection, but it gets drowned out by Mike's louder whine thanks to you touching him for the first time. You drag your eyes downward, his dark grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. He got more worked up touching you than you first thought, if the wet patch forming near the tip of his hard-on was anything to go by.

As soon as you started to rub him with purpose, Mike grabbed your wrist, halting your efforts. "No," He said breathlessly, practically panting. "No, this is for you tonight. Just wanna focus on you."

He let go of your wrist, turning his head in your direction. Both of you failed to realize how close you'd gotten when he dragged you to him. Your noses practically touch when he turns, catching you both off guard. His eyes travel down to your lips, staring at how red and puffy they'd gotten from you biting them to muffle your moans.

"How sweet of you, Mike." You whisper, leaning in just a tad closer. He lets out a guttural groan and closes the distance between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own. He leans forward, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His body completely covering yours as the two of you makeout, his arms on either side of your head and his hips slotting against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock against your cunt. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his.

Mike breaks the kiss with a whine, trying to muffle the noise by shoving his face in your neck. You bring your hands up to tangle in his curly hair, yanking it roughly as he starts littering kisses all along your collarbones. Nipping and sucking in-between his gasping little moans as you twist and pull his hair in your grip.

He tears his mouth away to stare up at you through his lashes, his lips are swollen and red. “Please,” He gasps out, his hips unconsciously grinding down into your thigh. “Let me eat you out. Please. Tell me I can, say I can.” He babbles, hips rutting faster every second you don’t answer him.

“Yes.” You exclaim as quietly as possible. “Do it, Mike. Eat me out.”

Mike’s whole body shudders at your words, eyes falling closed for a second before he quickly slides down your body, leaving an odd kiss here and there as he goes. He brings his hands up to grip the waistband of your shorts, pausing to take a single steadying breath, then he tugs them down along with your panties and tosses them aside. He stares down at you in awe for a good few moments before he lays on his stomach, right in front of your dripping cunt.

Mike kisses along the inside of your thighs for a bit, licking everywhere but where you want him to the most. “Thank you.” he mutters, tone way too earnest for the situation at hand but you don’t have much time to think about it before he’s diving face first into your thighs.

“Fuck!” You let your voice get way too loud in the quiet atmosphere of the house, but you can’t help it. You didn’t think Mike had lots of experience because of some late night drunken talks before, but he was either lying or holding out. He works his tongue expertly along every inch of you. Every swirl, flick, or suck has you catapulting to the edge way faster than you’d imagined.

It doesn't help that Mike keeps letting out these noises. Small needy whines or deep guttural groans that you can feel. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting head, unashamed and authentic. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Shit Mike, I’m close. I’m so close.” You whisper too quietly for him to hear with his head trapped between your thighs, but it doesn’t matter. Mike brings his thumb up to lightly circle your clit as he laps against your entrance, and you're gone.

Your thighs shake as you release, grabbing on Mike’s hair for dear life as you go through the most intense orgasm ever. He moans into your cunt, working you through the aftershocks. He laves his tongue along you until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you drag his face away by his hair.

He sits up, the bottom half of his face covered in spit and slick. That visual alone is almost enough to get you ready for round two. It’s silent except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.

After he catches his breath, Mike retrieves the blanket from behind his back somewhere to cover the lower half of your body. Your thighs are still shaking as he lays next to you, it’s a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to mind. He kisses the side of your face sweetly, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer.

You finally regain enough conscience to speak. “Are you sure you don’t want to get off?” You ask, “I mean I can’t feel my legs but I’m sure we could think of something.” Mike only laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Maybe next time, this was about you.” He said, beginning to rub his fingers back and forth on your hip. “Plus I, uh, I already sort of…” He trails off, a flush forming on his cheeks.

It took you a second to realize what he was saying, but when it clicked you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth. You lifted up the blanket covering the two of you, and sure enough Mike had an impressive wet patch seeping through his sweats.

He pinches your hip lightly, offended by your giggling. “Don’t laugh at me,” He complains with a smile, yanking the blanket back up. “I couldn’t help it.”

You stifle another laugh to the best of your ability, though your shoulders still shake ever so slightly. You turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. It’s different from the previous kisses you shared tonight. It’s slower and softer, full of a new emotion that you both feel, but know that it can wait to be talked about later. For now you’re both just basking in the afterglow.

You break the kiss first, pulling back only slightly to lean your forehead against his. You both smile at each other for a second.

“Okay,” You give in, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. “But believe that tomorrow is all about you.”

#baby's first smut #i'm so nervous #don't be mean #i like it tbh #so i actually don't care if you guys don't #i'm just kidding #please like this #love you #crying screaming yelling #micheal schmidt x reader #micheal schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf smut #josh hutcherson #jhutch #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #micheal schmidt #smut #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson smut

[gremlingottoosilly]

König when you say you’re saving yourself till marriage, so he immediately pulls out the papers like all this just for some pussy 😭💀

Konig who has his mother's ring with him at all times - not because it's a lucky charm, but because he never knows when his pretty girlfriend is finally going to agree to become his. It became a ritual at this point, and you are to follow each step as carefully as possible. You'd be together, maybe on the bed or a couch. Konig's hand, as shaky and awkward as it is, would start creeping over your inner thigh. Small movements, barely noticeable at first - you try to shoo his hand away, but it's obviously useless. Your creepy boyfriend has his mind set on fingering you, and the only way to make him stop is to literally force yourself out of whatever space you sit at and punch him in the face a few times. Besides...it does feel good. A bit, just tiny little bit of course - not like you're actually liking it, of course not, it's just...kinda nice, to have this sensation in your lower parts. Then Konig would want something more. Maybe a handjob - this much you can handle, as long as his dick is away from your pussy, maybe a blowie. You're still reluctant about everything, not wanting to rush into things and move out of your comfortable pace - but you can feel Konig's patience running thin. He would ask to fuck you at least once per week. It's always embarrassing for both parties - you always feel so weird and prude, refusing him, but you're just not sure about anything yet( you finally got a cool excuse - you just want to get married, you don't want him to disappear after popping your cherry...so he just whips a fucking ring out of his pocket. The wedding is tomorrow. You feel like he played you all this fucking time.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader