dear mutual,

if you’re reading this, what does your butt look like? 👀

Asking for a friend :)

It's so nice to see my old mootys on my fyp. I MISS YOU ALL and just hope you don't hate me🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❗️NEW TAG GAME❗️

pick 3-5 emojis from your recently used that you think describe your personality

i’ll go first ^^

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gently tagging (and anyone else can join)

@enderdragon-1030 @soda-shark @marsisrealscared @ballad-of-a-homeschooled-girll @niallermybabe @sad-trash-pigeon @randomescapingwords @legendofthe3divas @underappreciatedtomato @avie-pigeon-cheese @a-portal-to-nowhere @a-trench-coat-of-confused-worms @waitingforthesunrise

Gender, Sexuality, Romantic Attraction Tagging Game

How do: You put your gender, sexuality, and romantic attraction down with a line break between them—but, here's the catch, don't use any labels! So, for example, this, "Gender? Agender Sexuality? Lesbian Romantic Attraction? Demiromantic" would be this: "Gender? I hardly know 'er! Sexuality? Girl-kisser Romantic Attraction? My friends, I think"

So, here's mine!

Gender? Yours, fool Sexuality? Yes Romantic Attraction? Only if I know you well enough

TAGS (under the cut, and don't feel obligated to do it!) (and obviously those who I have not tagged can participate too)

@bassguitarinablackt-shirt @gloriousvermin @midnight-thedyke @littlebookworm69 @runwiththerain @cybercerealkiller @ishouldsleepbut @ssavinggrace @i-love-your-father @us-costco-official @scifikode @i-am-an-arson-enthusiast

No because there's size kink and then there's Soobin size kink... you know? He's got NO BUSINESS being that tall and hands and legs and– and– hhhhhhhh

STOP BECAUSE HE’S SO BIG BUT SO GENTLE aside from when he’s got beomgyu on a hit list AND HE LITERALLY WOULDN’T EVEN HAVE TO DO ANYTHING EXTRA TO SEND YOU RIGHT OVER THE EDGE BECAUSE HE’S JUST SO ??? BIG ???

EVERYTHING about him is bigger than you… he could still be so gentle but it would all feel like so much. one finger is enough to bring tears to your eyes. one caress to your throat and you’re seeing stars. size training to help you fit his massive cock into your poor little pussy.. he’s barely even done anything yet and you’re already falling apart on him, big broad bunny and his little pillow princess so dumb on his cock 🤧

soft sex where he’s got you wrapped up in his arms and if someone were to walk in they wouldn’t even see that there was a second person there, because his broad frame covers yours completely as he hovers over you, pulling you close and fucking you so deep. whispering how good you’re taking him and how he’s so proud of you… kisses to your temple and soft, breathless moans in your ear as he feels the way your warm walls suck him in.

and ofc don’t even talk to me about the more passionate sex that has your tongue lolling and eyes rolling just from his pace alone. bouncing you effortlessly up and down on his cock as you’re too fucked out to do anything but moan his name. holding your hips up off the bed in missionary as he thrusts into you, his eyes fixated on the bulge in your tummy and knowing that he’s the one putting it there. fingering you into oblivion as he studies every expression your face makes, and he’s practically drooling while he watches and feels the way your pussy clenches around his long, slender fingers as he pounds them into your cunt just right.

i’ve mentioned this before when they joked about it in their live but soobin’s slaps are no joke and he doesn’t even realize it.. i can imagine his shock when he’s got you ass up, not even fully inside you yet as he gives you a simple spank and you instantly cum right then and there. he didn’t even think he hit you that hard, but you’re gasping and spasming around him just from one spank from his huge ass hand and he’s literally just. the surprised pikachu meme. baby doesn’t know his own strength.. his own size..

leads me into himbo!servicetop!soobin thoughts 😖 just wants to make you feel so so good and he guesses he’s doing it right from the way you’re moaning and writhing underneath him, so he just keeps going, pounding his fat cock into you the way you seem to always like it, panting and whining and grunting as he holds you in place to keep you from jolting up the bed with every thrust. so big and strong and exerting himself till he’s dizzy just to keep those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth as you cum around him over and over and over again. edges himself, overstimulates himself, he doesn’t care — gives it all to you even though he’s so confused about what it is that gets you off so much. he doesn’t understand how big he is and how delicious it feels to you.. doesn’t know why your body responds so intensely when he manhandles you even just a little.. why you could get yourself off just from licking and sucking on his fingers alone.

speaking of sucking, size training your pussy is one thing, but your mouth? holding your hair gently into a ponytail and watching you with his lip between his teeth as he gives little shallow thrusts to your throat, easing you into it, his poor baby’s mouth already completely stuffed and he’s not even halfway in yet :(( also thinking about you going to bestfriend!soob to ask him if you can practice deepthroating on him because you KNOW he must be massive, so who better to ask than him? and his initial spluttering, red-faced shock eventually turns into his legs spread wide with you between them as he melts into the couch, head tipped back against the top of it and jaw slack as he uses your ponytail to bob your head up and down on his cock, his moaning shamelessly loud, not giving a single fuck how messy it is as everything is covered in spit and drool and pre-cum. his cock is just too big, too much for your little throat, and the both of you are obsessed as you gag on it till you can’t breathe.

hard dom, soft dom, switch, sub, no dynamics at all — IT ALL APPLIES W SOOBIN + SIZE KINK 😩

i repeat. soobin is just. so big in every way that he would barely even have to lift a finger to make you never want another man’s cock again.

so you can only imagine what it must be like with what we know of soobin: that he’s competitive, and he always puts in the work.

regarding your post…thinkin about flirting with mike at some fuckass halloween party and watching him get all flustered bc of the super revealing costume you’re wearing :3

ugh you get it

he's standing against the wall, holding a red solo cup that really is more of an accessory than anything, the contents still unknown as mike has yet to take a sip. it was thrusted in his hand when he entered a half hour ago, and he took it because why wouldn't he? just when he was considering exploring the suspicious concoction, there you came, sliding up next to him with a flustered smile, asking if someone was already standing there.

mike just shook his head, too flustered to actually say anything because he's seen you around. a friend of a semi-friend (acquaintance, really). but when he'd seen you before, you were fully clothed, blue denim jeans and sweaters.

thankfully (it was a bit of a curse, too), your outfits then left loads for mike to work with. images available to be conjured up late at night, leaving the possibility to fill him with guilt if he thought a little too hard.

now, your outfit leaves little to the imagination. it makes it unfairly easy for mike to commit it to memory, storing away for later.

a black strapless one piece that resembles a bathing suit, black sheer tights, and a pair of bunny ears sticking off the top of your head, which serves as the only concrete indicator of your desired costume.

you notice him staring, of course you do, and it takes mike a little too long to get back to your beaming face.

"wanna take a guess? 'm sure you'll never be able to get it." your words leak with sarcasm, almost masked with the level of excitement you have accompaning them.

you put your hands on your hips, and even give mike a spin. his brain stops working for a second, tongue drying up.

"uh a bunny." you turn back to face mike completely and the top of your one piece has slipped down a little, encouraging you to pull it back up with two pinched fingers. mike tries not to stare again, he really does, but it's not like he can really help it.

fortunately, you choose not to mention it. "not just any bunny, mike." his name from your lips is simple, but his skin warms just a bit.

"a playboy bunny."

your grin widens, if even possible, and your eyes shine. "ding, ding, ding! you win."

you take a step closer to mike and the air shifts just a bit.

confidence floods his body, thick and all encompassing. it controls his next movements.

he takes a step closer to you, staring you down with all of the courage he can muster, and asks: "what do i win?"

Live footage of me checking my mutuals whole account after they like a single thing I post

Evil fucked up kitten

minors & ageless blogs dni | boothill x afab!reader

cw. robo dick 100% peel this hc from my dead hands, ooc boothill idc this thought was eating me alive, southern accent boothill written by a french person, petnames (darlin’, querida, sugar), soft dom!boothill, kinda temperature play, daddy kink as usual, messy kinda, not proofread rn !!

notes. @rinneverse *shakes bag of treats* come get ur food

“that’s it darlin’,” that southern accent drawls, your thighs pressed to the metal of his hips as he sinks the cold tip of his cock into your tight warmth, “you’re doin’ so good f’me, querida.”

his words go straight to your cunt, a fluttering in your stomach as he bottoms every inch of his dick within you, the cold metal making sure you shiver and squirm beneath him. he grins, dragging sharp, pointed teeth over the porcelain skin of your bare shoulder.

“d-daddy—” you choke out, quickly halting your words when he withdraws his hips, the cold sensation that had melted away suddenly dragging against your walls again before bucking back into you, slapping metal against soft, plush skin.

your eyes roll back at his ministrations, his hips repeatedly anchoring you further into the cheap mattress of the motel you’d settled yourselves in for the night. it’s humid, even this late at night and your skin is sticky, strands of your hair pressed to your face and boothill can’t help but admire the way your pretty, swollen lips form an ‘o’ with every push of his cock.

“what’s wrong, sugar?” boothill chides, the wet muscle of his tongue tracing up the crevice of your neck, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss as your nails drag along his shoulders only to find nothing to grip onto, simply sliding along pathetically, “can’t take a lil’ bit of cock?”

a whine escapes your lips, drowned out into the kiss as your essence coats his cock, slick and easing him into you like a fine motor oil - except he’s cherishing this much, much more. it runs down his thighs, allowing him to slide up against you, even deeper than before like he belonged there.

when his tip is pressing so deliciously against your cervix, you have no room to think of anything other than the fact that he does belong there.

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Selfie chain time 🤪

Post a selfie + the last liminal space you were in 👹

I’m tagging @rudy-otter @vanity-complex @forxstboyfriend @ephemeral-rat @lukubrator

magma dodls of them as i get the hang of magma

Hello !? Can u open the door !?

I saw a tag game with this piccrew, but I can't find the original chain anymore. This was too much fun though, so here we go.

Piccrew + fav album this week

No pressure tags :) @coffeefromvoid @catraven @captain-cherrymary-blog @insectsinthestars @mishalikessoundsandcolours @miko-fellco @horrormovie-addict @majorlycelliers @aseriesofshocks @anyone who wants to join :)

realizing abby is picking up on your smart/bratty remarks to mike and him constantly giving you angry eyes every time he’s forced to deal with her (your) sass

mike feels his patience wearing thin. he's taken calming breaths, he's counted to five, he's closed his eyes and took a moment to himself. but when his eyes open, he still feels like he's going to burst a blood vessel.

abby's staring up at him as if she's the epitome of innocence. brown eyes that look eerily similar to his own hazel eyes staring up at him, her expression deadpan. and then mike casts his eyes up to find you standing a few feet behind her, hands hovering above the zipper of your jacket.

your face is one of shock, but amusement lives in your eyes and sits along your eyebrows.

he takes a deep breath, his hands find his hips like a magnet, and he says, "what?"

abby's quick to repeat herself, once again combatting mike's request for her to tidy her markers and paper up and his simple demand of "why not" whenever abby initially denied.

"i said: because i don't want to."

and again, mike looks at you, because her words sound eerily familiar to yours. you seem to be holding a laugh in, one that threatens to slip out when you meet mike's eyes. you turn around, hand clamped over your mouth, and then turn back to mike with a poorly concealed smile.

"abby, please. we have to go or we're gonna be late." abby shrugs and continues coloring her drawing. mike glances down and finds a stick figure of yourself, wearing a red dress that mike has seen on you many times before.

you take a step towards abby, maybe attempting to diffuse the situation, but you don't get any time to do so and are instead bursting out in a fit of giggles (despite mike's clear resentment) once abby is speaking once more.

"sounds like a mike problem."

Now imagine modern doctor law with his pregnant wife ofhdhdjh

Just him being so caring about what’s good for her

bro that man will literally never leave you alone istg 🌚!

for instance, whenever he sees you munching on the hot chips you love so much, he immediately snatches em’. “how many times do i gotta’ tell you to stop eating that shit?” even before you got pregnant he rarely let you eat hot chips, well around him at least.

“paaa stop taking my shit! your son is hungry, and the only thing he wants right now is some hot cheetos!”

you were fed up at this point, especially because you were also pregnant. you barely had control over your emotions and the only thing you really wanted right now was some damn hot chips! but of course, being the wife of a doctor came with many inconveniences.

“nah mama, don’t try and blame my son. he want you to stop eating that shit just as much as me, you can get ulcers from eating too much of those toxins,”

you rolled your eyes at the fact that he was right. you’d came close to getting an ulcer before back when you were younger, but clearly that wasn’t enough to stop you permanently.

law knew you would probably have an attitude with him for the rest of the day, but he was just putting your safety first. “you can have a attitude all you want, better go get you some lay’s.”

“but you know i don’t fucking like lay’s, they’re disgusting.”

“well that’s too damn bad!”

new posts for the thread🫨🫨🫨

OH WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE 😁🤝😁🤝😁

this is so perfect for my plans

anyways my charlie collection here for all u fic writers