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ghoulphile · 4 days

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corruption kink anon again (srry for spamming you I just have a lot of ideasss): At the beginning your shoulders brush and you shift away with a barely hidden look of disgust. "Now, don't be like that. Lots of folks like the idea of me touching them." Coop would mumble, pulling off his gloves with his teeth. He'd catch your eyes and wink, notice your grimace as well as your cheeks flushing. "After all, it's ribbed for your pleasure." Even though the particular reference is over 200 years old, the implication isn't lost on you. Not when you turn away completely from him with a quick noise of disapproval. He would chuckle, letting his legs fall open as he relaxed fully tipping his hat so he could see you, but not the other way around. He would get real comfortable, maybe even place a hand on his belt for added measure. He loves that you stare at his dick through his pants, hoping for a peak of what's under the faded fabric. And he especially loves the way your pupils dilate when you start staring too long, getting lost in thought as you chew at your lower lip. Sometimes he splayes his legs out to the approximate space that you would fit in to, just to feed your imagination.

💀 And when you finally can't take it anymore and do sink to your knees before him, fingers brushing curiously over his crotch, he leans back and watches.

Those intense eyes stripping you bare as you stroke along the curve of his cock, see the fabric pull taut as it fills out. Watch with wide eyes as it twitches.

"Heh, you really wanna take a peek, don't you, darlin'?" His thighs spread wider in invitation, emphasizing the thick bulge of his erection. "Why, be my guest."

You exhale through your nose at the clink of his belt buckle, your fingers shaking as they grasp at the zipper and tug, the sound of the teeth popping free scraping down your spine.

It shouldn't surprise you that he goes commando, and yet...

When his cock springs out with a heavy smack against his lower belly, you nearly swallow your tongue. He's so girthy, your fingers have no hope of fully encircling it. The skin is rough, ragged - little patches of texture and ridges of ropey scar tissue decorating the shaft.

All you can do is stare, eyes tracing along the thick vein that pulses on the underside, the sticky ooze of pre-cum beading on the fat tip. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, like there's a nuclear reactor boiling just beneath the surface.

And you know there's no fucking way that's going to fit (unless he forces it to).

He tsks, reaches down with a gloved hand to grope at himself. Rubs his knuckles over his balls before grabbing the head between his fingers and squeezing until the pre dribbles from him in a long string of fluid.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?"

"I--"

He sucks his teeth, taunts, "Why the sudden change of heart, huh? You was gaggin' for it just a minute ago. Too gross lookin' for you - s'that it?"

"No!" you protest, a spike of panic shooting through you. Maybe once upon a time but not anymore. You're long past that. "No, I just - there's no way that's going to fit."

"Ah, I see." He smirks, a dark, crooked little quirk of the mouth. "Well, then, if that's all you was worried 'bout... get ta work."

"I'm sorry?" you blink.

"I ain't sayin' it again." He grabs the base firmly, uses his grip to hold his cock out towards your face. "It ain't gonna suck itself. Now, open up them pretty lips of yours. I'm gonna make it fit one way or another."

#asks #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x you #the ghoul x reader #ily nonnie <3

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bonnieisaway · 1 month

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Hi Bonnie, do you have any thoughts about Dai Bo?

do you guys know the sheer dopamine hit i get everytime i'm asked shit like this. like just the fact people want to hear my thoughts enough that people go out of their way to unprompted ask me about it. drugs could not simulate this emotion

i love dai bo :3 certified hardest character to explain to any person i'm introducing to the show fr

ok but fr though i feel like his appearance lets a lot of people forget about how deep his character is and how well written he is. because he's written fucking gloriously and he is shaped by his tramua perfectly. a lot of characters in this show have to confront this sort of cycle of violence and dai bo's is more familial and generational than most other character's. he only fought for his friend's son. and he fought so hard to break the cycle. like he's the most beautiful example of breaking the cycle of violence.

SPECIFICALLY with the scene with king pheasant where he's ready to straight up kill that bitch until he looks over and sees xiao fei. and he realizes that xiao fei does not need to see this. xiao fei will not be shaped the way dai bo was, and the cycle WILL stop with dai bo. and this scene is mirrored when xiao fei and seven are going to hurt king pheasant, where dai bo tells them to leave him alone. where dai bo fights to stop the cycle.

and the way his hatred for humans is shaped by seven. how seven is the perfect person for dai bo to have ever met. the best way to prove to dai bo that humanity has good, has beauty in it; this is a man who remembers NOTHING. not even his own name. if you're watching the show in chinese, he doesn't even speak the same dialect as everybody else around him. and this factory-reset, lump of clay of a person with nothing but his own instincts is so kind and trusting. that's how dai bo learns humans can be good so quickly. not just because seven was so kind and forgiving, but because dai bo realizes seven was inherently BUILT that way. that it was his NATURE itself.

and i love the way he clings to this, too; not even just this version of seven but seven himself. because it's subtle at first, because dai bo is not the kind of person who confronts emotions, but it's noticeable. i have an old post where i pointed it out before he confirmed it in season four; when seven is so amazed and stricken by the view of xuanwu, dai bo instantly dismisses and diminishes it, dai bo is constantly upset when seven leaves without him, dai bo is desperately clinging to the seven he knows and is terrified of seven being forced to return to that cycle of violence that he escaped from.

because like, of course he is! dai bo fought for his friend's son to escape that cycle. so to see this man, who he absolutely sees as his own son, have to return to the cycle of violence, let alone for dai bo's sake, of course it destroys him. of course he wants to cling to him and try and dissuade him; who cares about everybody else, as long as you're home and safe. xuanwu not only symbolizes a home far disconnected from dai bo to seven but in dai bo's eyes it's another massive perpetuator of a violent war. i mean he makes that clear when he explains xuanwu and stan - they are the ones fighting the war, we are the normal, smaller, common folk caught in the middle; shelter yourselves and enjoy your small life here.

but violence is neverending, isn't it? even when dai bo destroyed the chicken farm and the fighting ring, what happened? king pheasant found another perpetuator for his vice in stan. another hamster wheel of violence to spin, a super solider of propoganda and murder. something so much bigger than both of them. but dai bo has to accept that seven is an integral part of this 'bigger than them' bit when it comes to xuanwu. that he has to let go of this idea of an obedient, normal, casual seven. just like accepting your son isn't your little boy anymore, that's a grown man. and aside from the metaphor itself seven is actually at the perfect age for this. seven meets dai bo when he's about 19 and fairly skinny and small, and it's mentioned/implied he's grown a bit since meeting dai bo and we know he's 21 in season four.

anyways i love dai bo. i feel like he's underrated and we need to talk about him more. although sometimes i wanna ask the director like, why specifically dai bo and xiao fei were chickens. was there a meaning or a reason or do you think it was just cause they thought it was funny and also what does this implicate about chickens and pidgeons as a whole in this universe

#that last paragraph is mostly a joke if you think about it too hrad you inevitably get a brain aneryusm #sorry i took so long to respond i actually gave myself aminute to formulate real thoughts after seeing it this time #this is so new to me omg ... people wanting to hear my analysis and mentally illeness #yippee yippe yipepeee #anyway ily nonnie #scissor seven #killer seven #wu liuqi #seven

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powderblueblood · 5 months

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The level of detail and thought you've put into hai is incredible!

I have a question. I love how you've described Eddie as a rizzless loverboy (my favorrite kind) so I need to know how he managed to get with an ice queen like Nicole. Not to mention some stuff with Chrissy later and even Cass but I'm most curious about Nicole, especially since she's a former friend of lacy's and he describes her as the one person who's meaner than lacy. I need details. How did it all go down? i like to imagine that she approached him. What makes me sad is that I think she probably did it just to say she lost her virginity but I also like to think that they all find him hot but they just wont say it because he's the town freak

NONNY COME THROUGH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!!!! hard agree on nicole approaching him because she's nasty as fuck in all the wrong era-typical ways and he's scared as hell of her (like, she really could bite and not in a cute way). but i also agree about these girls secretly being endeared to him. i mean, we saw it with chrissy-- he has a knack for making people feel safe in vulnerable little moments. but unfortunately, people (teenagers) are also diiiiiiicks

so fuck it, let's blurb it out! or

EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)

content warning: swearing, wildly unsexy implication of sex, nicole summers sucks dude, teenagers scare the living shit out of me, me attempting to incorporate dnd terminology, GRANNY ECKER KLAXON, there's also an easter egg in this for the rest of the story if you know where to look word count: 2.6k (lol what)

part of the hellfire & ice universe (duh!)

FOREST HILLS TRAILER PARK, 1982-ISH

She's gotta be doing community service.

It's Easter, right, so this has gotta be like... a Jesus thing. But she doesn't seem like a Jesus person.

It's the only precedent that would explain what Nicole Summers, jaw jutting out in an exaggerated scowl, is doing serving Meals on Wheels to the less fortunate dwellers of Hawkins' favorite trailer park. Her red hair blazes in the sunlight, searing into his retinas--

But that could also be the weed talking.

"Ma'am, like, I don't know what to tell you, you're signed up to receive these."

"And I don't know what to tell you, little girl," Veronica Ecker Sr., affectionately and fearsomely known as Granny to him, grits from the doorway, "but I'm perfectly capable of cooking my own darn food."

Eddie's been lingering around the Ecker trailer, see, waiting for Ronnie to be freed from yet another M*A*S*H appointment with her grandmother ("Ever since she stopped going to church, it's like, all Alan Alda all the time," quoth Ronnie) and run through his latest Hellfire campaign.

"I'm not saying that you don't, I'm just saying that--"

"You're making me miss my program."

"I'll eat it." Eddie doesn't know who said that or why it sounds like his voice, until he figures out that he said it, which is why it sounds like his voice. Jesus, that shit he lifted from his dad was strong.

Granny Ecker and Nicole Summers elicit almost identical reactions of annoyance once they clock that he's there, lingering in the outfield.

"Junior, if you don't--"

"Oh my God. Ew."

Eddie plants his hands on his hips, half in the hopes that this might look authoritative, half mirroring Granny. "Well, y'know. Waste not want not."

Granny considers him, then apparently considers that this might not be such a terrible idea. Her laser focus directs back to Nicole.

"I don't give a shit. I'm not eating that tripe."

"I'm not just-- authorized to pass off meals like that. There's a system."

"Wait, you need clearance for stuff like that? In Meals on Wheels?" That'd be Ronnie's voice, head popping over her grandmother's shoulder. "Oh, hey, Eddie."

"Hey, Ron. You ready to--"

"Veronica, get back inside. I need you to hit that thing back to record when M*A*S*H comes back on. I don't want any commercials on my darn tapes."

"Oh my God, forget it!" Nicole breaks, stalking towards him with a foil-wrapped tray. She stays a safe distance away and thrusts it towards them-- something something freak cooties, some new line of bullshit that her and her dumb little clique had come up with in middle school. "Here. I don't need the whole freak council weighing in on this."

Eddie takes the tray and considers the shiny foil wrapping. His reflection is all distorted in there, a funhouse mirror but way, way worse. This makes him compelled to be unwisely honest to Nicole, who's already making tracks away from him. He jogs to catch up, foil crinkling as he moves. "Well, now I feel bad."

"Don't."

"It's like robbing from old people. Maybe you should give this to another old person. Like a super skinny one. Who might need two."

"Fuck 'em."

"Gee, Nicole, you're really buildin' that stairway to heaven, huh?"

"Ugh. What?"

"The meals-- the Meals on Wheels. It's a nice thing to... do. Fuckin'... forget it." Eddie stops dead; he might be loaded right now, but he knows which side his bread is buttered on. And he hasn't got any bread. He thinks it might be mashed potatoes, green beans and some rubbery chicken. Anyway, he turns heel-- this conversation isn't going anywhere.

"Hey, freak." The derisive nickname comes calling from Nicole's end. Ring-ring. "Are you stoned right now?"

"De-pendsssss," Eddie murmurs, the 's' sound going on for like five minutes, "Are you... a cop right now?"

Nicole busts out a giggle. It's kind of a pretty noise, if a little grating. She's kind of pretty. Eddie remembers when she had braces in middle school and whenever she'd pick on him, she'd kind of spit on him too. Gross. But still kind of pretty.

"I know how you can make it up to me."

Jump-freaking-cut and Nicole Summers is sitting with Eddie in that creepy wooded area near Forest Hills, making a miserable job of rolling a joint out of a dusting of his dad's weed and a torn-open Pall Mall. His buzz has kind of come and gone, and in its wake the knotted, deadened trees are looking extra gnarly.

"God, I suck at this."

You don't suck. You just need practice, is what Eddie would say if it were anybody else sitting with him, but all he manages is, "Eugh."

Because she does suck. And he's too nervous to further verbalize himself. He holds his hand out and she drops the comically conical attempt at a joint into it.

Deftly, Eddie re-rolls it just like that. "Practice, baby. Only way to Carnegie Hall."

"Wait, what?" Nicole murmurs, brow furrowed.

Eddie wishes he didn't phrase it like that either. "Um. Nothing. How come you're doing Meals on Wheels?"

A guttural sigh comes right from the center of her chest, which Eddie can almost see, thanks to her super low-cut tank top. Her cleavage is all freckled and hiked up, thanks to the Wonderbra that he's been painstakingly avoiding tracing the outline of with his eyes. "My fucking aunt. She's like some do-gooder Christian nutso, she runs the whole thing."

"Oh--" but Nicole's not done. She kicks a toeful of dirt up just as Eddie ignites the end of the joint and takes a harsh pull.

"I'm stuck with her this whole break because my grades were shit. I'm supposed to be in Maui, y'know."

Eddie wordlessly passes the joint on. Knew it was a Jesus thing. And like, boo-hoo, he guesses? He doesn't have any real pity for Nicole Summers right now, because overall she fucking blows. She's mean as hell, for no good reason.

Ronnie came up with a good analogy for it one time; like, put up against that chick Lacy that she hangs out with, Nicole is mean like a bad dog. She just keeps barking and barking and barking and barking and it is relentless and it's busting open your eardrums and she's snarling and you're too scared to get in her way so you just tolerate it. Even if it fucks up your whole day.

That Lacy girl, though, she's mean like a guillotine. One sharp drop and you're done. Dead. Headless horseman.

"I know which one is worse-- Nicole, obviously, because it chips away at you and it's so freakin' loud. But I know which one I'd prefer," Ronnie had said, "I feel like if Lacy comes for you, you've really earned it. Like, you possibly deserve to perish."

But ultimately, curiosity will be the death of Eddie Munson. And so will girls. And so will boring Spring break Sundays.

Nicole half-chokes on a lungful of smoke and Eddie's got to pat her on the back so he doesn't get nailed for her murder or whatever.

"God. Gross," Nicole gripes on recovery. "Ugh. My whole family is in Maui, but I'm stuck here and like-- I even told people I was going to Maui and it's like-- so fucked."

"Totally." Eddie makes pincer fingers towards the joint. "Don't bogart that."

But Nicole is holding it aloft, totally off on her own journey, and Eddie wonders if the weed has hit her that fast or if she's just completely self-involved.

"I even sent postcards to people, pretending I was in Maui. If you wanna know something really pathetic."

It takes a second for Eddie to decipher it, but it seems like she's saying that she's been sneaking around Hawkins incognito all break because she told all of her sucker friends she was in the Central Pacific.

"You completely said that sentence backwards."

He notes that down to tell Ronnie about later.

"Shuddup, freak."

"Man, it is so completely uncool of you to keep calling me a freak when you're literally smoking my weed."

"You took my Meal on Wheel."

"Meal on Wheel for a well-rolled joint does not an even trade make, Summers!"

"So why did you say okay?!" Nicole barks, and Eddie finally gets a grasp of that joint. He's up, he's off the log they were occupying. There is a buzz to be had here, a good time rolled tight up in these flammable papers and he is not about to waste it by letting Nicole Summers verbally wail on him.

"Because I am obviously a veritable moron of the highest knight's order and I had time to kill before M*A*S*H was over!"

That rhymed.

Nicole looks up at him with her green eyes narrowed, this horrible, puggy grimace wrinkling her face. And then she says something so beyond the realm of Eddie's comprehension that he's sure the weed is turning on him.

"Do you wanna, like, hook up?" Nicole says-- scratch that, Nicole snarls.

"What?!" So this level of fuckery doesn't make sense to Eddie because nobody's around. Like, if Nicole takes a shot at the freak and Hagan and Carol and Tina and Lacy and Cass aren't around to hear it, did it even happen?

"I'm serious," Nicole deadpans. "I kind of... look, so I kind of wrote to some people that I hooked up with someone on vacation and, like... I could make that not a whole lie."

"Nicole," Eddie says, in a tone about as measured as he can manage, which is not very because his balls seem to have vacuumed themselves back into his body, "Are you asking me to aid and abet your elaborate scam in which you're currently pretending you're in Maui getting, what... railed by like, a surfer?"

"Wow. That's actually kinda close to what I've been telling people."

He would later find out that she said her premiere paramour was a board waxer.

Eddie inhales a lungful of smoke so deep and so urgent that it makes him feel like Hunter S Thompson-- that is, to say, certifiably insane. Because Eddie's never been... Like, he's made out, or whatever, and grazed a boob like once, but...

In an ideal world, he would not be in the woods. In an ideal world, there might be some perfect declaration beforehand, and he might be indoors, and he might be wearing cleaner underwear. In an ideal world, it would not be Nicole Summers.

Roll Perception. Is this really how it happens? Maybe she secretly... likes me?

The D20 in his brain lands a nat one.

Yeah, maybe. But you've been wrong about that before.

Nicole gets up, and he can just about see the cogs turning in her head, trying to intimate an expression of sultriness. It's such a thin mask that he can basically see her rolling her eyes behind it.

"C'mon. You can't tell me you haven't... thought about it," she tries, dropping her voice in volume and pouting her lips.

And Christ, Eddie hates to be such a guy about it, but... you hate to look a gift horse in the formerly-braces-clad mouth.

I haven't thought about it. I think you suck. But I also think this might be my one shot at something for a long, long, long, long, long--

"God, quit thinking about it and kiss me, freak."

It's almost hot, it's like lukewarm at the very best, which is good enough for Eddie so he goes for it. Lips on lips, but Nicole apparently doesn't follow rhythm very well. There's a lot of dry macking, not a lot of... sensual action. He's almost starting to feel sorry for her.

But then-- well, let's just cut to the chase since that's the flavor du jour, then her hand is on his dick. Through the jeans, obviously, she's not a belt ninja but it's very much there. Flesh and tendons, palming at him.

In this situation, Eddie's not a hard sell. Badum-tsssss.

He uses one hand to hook around the back of her neck, tilting her head toward him-- using this opportunity to kiss her right, or what he assumes is right, while she's distracted. Nicole cannot focus on two things-bad kissing and dick handling-at once, unlike Eddie, who uses his free hand to feel her boobs.

"Siddown on the log," she breathes. Just what you want to hear in the heat of passion.

"Uh-- okay," and he does what he is told. Because she's still a pitbull, at the end of the day.

"Do you, like, have anything?"

"Like... the clap?" Eddie sorta-squeaks as Nicole positions herself over him, one knee either side of his thighs. She's got good balance. Is she in cheerleading? Or is that the other mean one?

"No, you fuckin'-- like a condom."

"Oh." His heart sinks. There's a box of Trojans that Ronnie jokingly bought him after he tried to lay a smacker on her-majorly misguided move, by the way!-but he doesn't--

Wait, shut up. They were literally having this argument the other day, he and Ronnie, about that tiny pocket on pairs of jeans. You know the one. Ronnie was trying to explain that it was for cowboys to keep their watches in, whereas Eddie was arguing that there's no way that cowboys need a watch, dude. They go by the sun in the sky. Like men, so the pocket obviously had to be for emergency prophylactics.

He'd even demonstrated, slipping a good ol' Troj into the tiny fold!

Eddie, in his over-excited state, almost knocks Nicole off the log trying to dig the rubber out. "Voilà."

"Whut," Nicole mumbles.

"Do you take Spanish?"

"No, French."

"... okay."

Here it is. This is it. He's about to get his dick out in the scary wooded part by the trailer park where he once tried to dig a hole to China. Fuck.

But all of a sudden, Nicole is fumbling. Her movements are suddenly weird and unsure and reserved and tight. Badum-- fuck off.

"Hey, y--y'alright?" Eddie murmurs, almost brushing her hair off her face. But that feels too intimate. Even considering the circumstances.

"Have you... done this before?" she says, lips pursed and small as she fiddles with his belt.

"Um." To truth, or not to truth? That is to lose any and all hope of losing one's virginity. "I--"

"I haven't."

A little moment of silence hangs between them. That's not a bark. That's a real girl in there.

Eddie swallows, despite the precipice of opportunity. He finds his throat is very dry, sandpaper going down. That feeling-- it's a distinct sensory recall. A favor someone once did him at a birthday party.

Because Nicole's a dick, but she's still a person.

Not that she'd give him the same grace.

Oh well. Building his stairway to heaven, and all that shit.

"We don't... have to." He nods, resolutely. Partially for himself. He even puts a hand over Nicole's, where it lingers on his undone fly. "Seriously."

Nicole's eyelashes flicker and she stares at him for a drawn out beat. As if she's considering him. Really considering him. Outside of the bullshit dichotomy in which they live. A crease eventually settles in her brow, looking at him like, are you serious, loser?

"No, I obviously want to."

Want to with me? he nearly chances.

"Just don't be, like... weird about this after," she instructs. "It never happened."

"I'm not gonna. It didn't." That sounds too soft, so he snorts a little at the end.

Eddie barely has time to ask her if she's okay before it's lights out for him.

The most unforgettable thirty seconds of Eddie Munson's pubescent life up to that point begins with a scoff (his) and ends in a scoff (hers).

But that dog ceases barking for at least three weeks following. No biting in the hallway, no harassment in the parking lot. Even when Hagan sniffs around him, Nicole doesn't jeer on. She averts her eyes.

It's no declaration of love, but at least he got a free dinner out of it.

#powder room talk #Anonymous #hai brainrot #blurbs #e. munson by powder #eddie munson fic #i GENUINELY dont know what to tag this as it was so unexpected #but thank you for the ask nonny ily!!!!!!#another theory? nicole denial is a river in egypt. you and robin dykely as you so call her Are Gay #r. ecker by powder

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wonusite · 10 months

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ever since reading licentious, i’ve been imagining y/n surprising daddy wonu with her wearing a sexy bunny outfit waiting for him on the bed when he gets home from work🥴🥴

OH. MY. GOD????

wonwoo doesn’t know how he ever got so lucky. not only are you sweet and caring, but you always know how to help take the edge of after a particularly long day. like now as he drinks in the sight of you, pretty bunny ears headband on your head while wearing a pretty little costume that hugs your body and has a little fluffy tail to match the ears you’re wearing.

you knew wonwoo would like the costume, but you didn’t expect him to get you on all fours and shove his cock into your sopping pussy without even undressing fully. not that you care. his big cock is splitting you open so deliciously, hitting your sweet spot with every harsh snap of his hips.

“fucking cockhungry bunny.” wonu growls, slapping your ass as it bounces back on his pelvis.

you moan into the sheets, grinding your aching cunt back on his throbbing cock. the loud squelching of your pussy is filling the room, and you can barely even think as your juices drench his throbbing cock.

“such a pretty little surprise.” his moan of pleasure is loud as you squeeze down on him, your cream standing every ridge and vein of his dick. “just what daddy needed.”

his words turn you on even more, and it’s like you can’t stop your hips from fucking yourself back on to him, loving every one of his rough thrusts. “harder, daddy!”

wonwoo smirks as he does as you wish, knowing he’s going to ruin you and your pretty little costume all night long.

#whoever sent this in ily #gawd this was so hot #sigh #me when #nonny #nalani.thotz

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zestys-stuff · 8 months

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Ralak can crack me like an egg and fold me like an omelette

Om-.. 👁️👁️ I swear y’all are getting so creative with this, i nearly choked on my morning coffee god damn 😭 I’m fascinated❤️ Glad you feel that way lol

#chatting with nonnies #with ❤️#ralak talks #goddamn #y’all are crazy #ily all to bits❤️#my eyes went 👁️👁️#just wow

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dirtyyoungthing · 1 month

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As if the stories and your face didn’t already have me heed and stroking, seeing the ask title? Fuck.

I never thought I was a pervy old man until I found your blog. But I’m definitely going to have fun cumming hard while looking at your face reveal. 😅

why’s this got me kicking my feet and giggling so much 🫣

i love that i’m just so much of a dirty little thing that i’m corrupting men!!! yes!!! i demand more of this!!!

hope u have fun, old man 🤭💕 please feel free to cum to me as much as you’d like 💖💖💖

#jess.txt #asks #genuinely this made me smile n giggle so much ty nonny #ily #cnc k!nk #cnc free use #fauxcest #fauxc3st #1cky daddy #1cky princess #1cky thoughts

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kevjrr · 11 months

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we're feasting today

https://twitter.com/icaica_10/status/1664344199959814154?t=HMftT2UQitRqrKrku7IV4g&s=19

OH MY GOD???? HIS HAND??? Pls they’re making Lewis Hamilton third wheel

#I’m literally so happy rn #neymar jr #kylian mbappe #lewis hamilton #neybappe #ily nonny<333 #off topic but Lewis looks so damn good

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ncteez · 8 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Yy73JQ/

i am crying, just not from my eyes

- 🧋(i hope ur enjoying your break!)

[switch & chain]

NO BC, not to plug oomfies fics but this part in the video wouldn't have hit neeeeeeeearly as hard if I hadn't of read these mfs like over a year ago.

like i don't think anyone gets just how this scene can affect a person until they've read the fics then SAW THIS SHIT.

switch - chain

p.s. love u @neopuppy

#🧋 anon #[mail]#[johnny]#[jeno]#also nonnie-- i appreciate u for staying in my inbox and loving on me throughout my mental dip <3 #ily ily ily

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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hi hello hows your day first of all you're my favorite harbinger writer thank you for the food ily

second, that dottore bf texts got me thinking THOUGHTS. ok so like dottore feels bad about not being able to come up with results right. so everytime he arrives at another dead end, he feels ashamed?? and doesn't want to face them so he'd just stand in front of their door silently and unmoving. at first the segments are shocked to see their creator HESITATE because he never hesitates?? especially when it comes to them??? but soon the segments(unfortunately) get used to the sight and take it as a sign not to talk to him. even tho it happened multiple times now, he still unconsciously goes to them bc he just finds their company comforting even back in their akademiya days but he can't bring himself to so he just stands there :(( and he can't let the reader know he does this bc hes scared they might lose hope if they did :((

I'm sorry if it's not coherent/hard to read or ooc DJSNSNA ITS LATE BUT I WAS IN THE MOOD TO REREAD YOUR WORKS AGAIN

WHAT ILY MORE ANON... YOU'RE TOO SWEET!!! AND OH MY GOD THIS IS SO SAD AND DELICIOUS... I'M JAWDROPPED

It's almost laughable how slow it's taking him to cure you. To think that such a thing would have him, of all people, so stumped is incredulous. Only that your condition was no laughing matter at all.

Normally, failure was something that he was unaccustomed to, but not necessarily a bad thing. Failure bears fruit in ways you'd never know. But in this case, it fills him with a variety of negative emotions. This wasn't just a research project, this was your life. And the only fruit being born turns out to be rotten in the end.

After another one of these mishaps, Dottore automatically finds himself walking to your quarters. Your company had never failed to be a plus for him. Other people were so noisy, bothersome. You were different. So lovely, to the point he was walking across the Akademiya's grounds to find you.

But outside your door, he pauses. Does he really have the right to go in there and act like everything is fine and dandy? Like he has everything under control? As if he didn't just make zero progress? Dottore just stands outside your door, straining his ears to hear your humming, or the stretching of pencil against paper, or whatever it is that you do to keep yourself occupied now.

The sight of the segments' creator hesitating to touch the doorknob is a sight to see. Perhaps, the rarest thing they've seen in all of their lives. They know him very well. And to see him do such a thing is something they'll silently remember for a long time. But when he does it again? They know better not to say anything. After all, they can feel each other's emotions. They bear the weight of their creator's pain too.

Dottore is not someone who particularly believes in or cares about "hope." He doesn't need to hope. Once he sets out to do something, it will happen. But, he's come to realize that you need it, something he can't ever blame you for. If keeping a cocky smirk on his face, a deep, low chuckle, and a bit of teasing here and there, will help you keep going, so be it. You shouldn't see him any other way.

He has to keep that alive for you.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #this literally ruined me goodbye #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH NONNIE😭😭💕 <3333 #THANK U FOR THIS AND REREADING MY WORKS ILY

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lunarmoves · 25 days

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hi! i love your writing! i have read the most recent drabble you posted more than five times today!

the intensity of your writing when the best boy is being sunhinged blows me away!!!

AWW NONNIE THANK U!!! im glad u enjoyed it so much u reread it?!?!? holy shit im honored!! i loooveee sunhinged so much he is so babygirl to me LMAO. he's just a romantic, albeit a bit of an unorthodox one LOL

#star gazing with shay #a nonny mouse #ty again ily <3 #five times!!! more than five times even!!!!! amazing

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teddybeartoji · 1 month

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Okiee friend roommie gojo takes you on a motorcycle at midnight to random places like the riverside or some food stall or whatever. Especially when you aren't feeling good (my current mood <3). There's less to no people at night, which is perfect!... Taking a walk with him. Orrr simply sitting on his motorcycle and chatting with him while he stands front to you.. ykwim😭

HELLOO????? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A MASSIVE BRAIN, HMM????? THAT'S SO DELICIOUS????? see, i don't think i would've really even considered roomie!gojo owning a fuCKING MOTORCYCLE???? YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH THANK YOU FOR THAT MY LOVELY

btw you guys literally have matching helmets!!!!! he immediately bought one seeing how excited you got after seeing the bike. not to be a basic bitch but how fucking sexy is a white and blue bike?????? my eyes just rolled back into my head holy shit. anyway. matching helmets matching helmets matching helmets!!!! i think he'd love the ones that have the ears on them too lmao he's a little cutie. he also bought you your own racing jacket too!!!!!!!!! i mean he has the money so he didn't even blink an eye at the thought of buying you your own gear bc like... he would never even think about having you on the bike without atleast a helmet!!!! he's not a reckless driver at all and i genuinely don't think he'd speed at all (maybe only a little on highways and only when there isn't a lot of ppl)(he would rather die than to put you in danger like that)

and he'd 100000000000000% go on late night drives with you!!!! he sees you moping and his heart sinks:((((( at first he just tries to ask about it but when you're still looking so out of it, he offers the drive. he helps you put on the helmet and then gently headbutts you after putting his on. he loves the way your eyes smile through the small glass opening and he just already feels a bit better, a bit prouder to have made you smile.

he offers you his hand as you're taking a seat behind him and he always gets so giddy when your arms circle around him. he loves it, he really does. he waits for you to get comfortable and rest your head against his back before even turning on the engine.

you have a code that whenever you want to say something, you squeeze his thighs. when you need to stop, like stop stop, you slap his thigh. he made that rule and he didn't even let you onto the bike before making you repeat it three times for like the first five times. he doesn't play around, i'm telling you. sometimes, you like to tease him for it, for being a pussy but he isn't fazed at all. he just smiles at you and calls you his precious cargo.

okay, so i like the idea of him taking you somewhere extra quiet - maybe you even already have your spot, too? maybe a more hidden part the riverside, somewhere it's certain that you'll be alone. he parks the bike and ofc offers you his hand when you start climbing off. he smooths your hair after you pull the helmet off, making a quiet like jokes about you looking fucking insane and no matter how stupid his comments and jokes are, he always gets a laugh out of you. even if it's the smallleeeest teeniest tiniest little smile.

he takes your hand and tugs you to the lonely little food stall. the person who's managing it has seen the two of you so many times and they're fully convinced that you guys are a couple btw. gojo always pays. ALWAYS. he literally gets upset when you try. sometimes at home he whines about always paying but when you actually get to the paying part he just pushes you away??????? smh he's an idiot but he's OUR idiot.

he let's you eat before asking about your day again. he let's you rant his ears off if that's what you decide to do. he leans against the motorcycle as you pace back and forth in front of him and he's so invested!!!! no matter whether it's work drama, uni drama, some sort of friendship drama or something more personal - he's all ears. he tries to crack a few jokes here and there but he keeps it low as he's gauging your emotions. yk if you're laughing a bit more, he turns the joke machine up a notch but if not... he just let's you talk it out.

btw if you're not in a talking mood at all, he probably does the talking himself to try and distract you from whatever is bothering you. he's telling you about the new parts he wants to put on his bike, he's telling you about his day, about the people he saw on the streets, about the new comic he's reading etc etc etc. he probably invites you to rest against his chest as he does so, faintly swaying back and forth. he watches the streetlamps reflect on your skin as you rest your eyes, breathing in his cologne.

and after a while he offers to go back home. he tells you that he can take the long way or the short one, whichever suits you best. it could be 3am and he wouldn't dare rush you. he is prepared to do anything to make you feel better!!!!!!!!!!! he's such a good roomie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#what a glorious glorious idea nonnie #are you actually megamind?#yes or yes?#thank u for blessing me with this holy fuck #this randomly got like long?#but it is what it is #mwah mwah mwah nonnie ily #friends!!#angel boy #gojo satoru #gojo satoru headcanons #jjk headcanons #mickey is daydreaming #roomie!gojo

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