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Recent sea slug critter I’ve figured out that I can combine mothman base design not only with moths, but with other weird creatures of our planet And my mind started blasting with ideas
Please it’s so beautiful - deserves more recognition!!! 🥺
He deserves the world. Godboo from that grid stream he did with Tommy and tubbo
At 1,250,000,747 TONS, Colt should be the tallest, largest living being in the universe. However, if you guys have been here long enough, you’d know that’s not true. An old, red-headed giant has been growing since last year and he’s become a force of nature to the human race as even a fraction of his growth speed causes the earth to rattle. The red giant looks down in excitement as he contemplates his plans with his new protege, listing the many ways he’ll teach him to harness the growth and give him something big and hard to fuck that isnt a planet or a star.
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Thanks for the growth drive, everyone! It took a lot out of me and I didnt expect the full week delay at the end but that’s just college life, I guess. Thank you all for liking and helping Colt meet his new years resolution and then blow past it! I couldnt have done it without 75% of all of you but I’m glad each and everyone of you liked, reblogged, even replied! Keep going and make sure to destroy those new years resolutions so you can have some even bigger than Colt or Clyde..... if they aren’t even bigger by next year :P
— Desperate Much? | ft. Jisung
In which Jisung’s a bit cringe and pathetic. And you’re a little high, but nonetheless into it.
— Rating; E for Explicit
— Pairing; Han Jisung x Reader
— Author’s Note; A present for @hyunsvngs! Not the original present I wanted to write for her but still a present nonetheless! I hope u enjoy our favorite munch!!! <333
— Warnings; f2l trope, drug use (weed), alcohol use, college au, pwp pretty much, some feelings!, bisexual themes, jisung is a munch, banter, dirty talk, ugh… wet n messy, pathetic boys deserve so much pussy, oral sex (f! rec), full sex happens off screen, confessions (kinda), and maybe some shit that i’ve missed lol.
You’re zoning out in the middle of Jisung’s bed when he interrupts your silence with a loud groan. It startles you slightly, making you turn wild eyes over to the boy in question. He’s lying on his back beside you, arm thrown over his eyes in anguish, You’re not sure what his problem is but you don’t have to ask; Jisung has no problem blurting it out.
“I need to give head, like, yesterday,” he laments, pouting heavily. “God, what I wouldn’t do to feel someone’s fat clit on my tongue right now. Feral for it, honestly.”
Meanwhile, your clit is starting to pulse behind several layers of clothing. The buzz you’re feeling isn’t helping, effects of weed and alcohol doing nothing other than making you hornier and hornier by the minute. Jisung’s running mouth may have flipped your focus, but the intense horny ache that comes out of nowhere every time you smoke isn’t new. Nonetheless, you settle on trying to ignore your best friend, scrolling through your contacts instead. You’re searching mindlessly for someone to text that might be able to come and give you and your pussy some attention. Unfortunately, it’s mostly ineffective because Jisung just keeps rambling on, whining about how if he doesn’t get to eat some pussy soon, he will absolutely wither away.
“Wait,” he pauses, face scrunched like he’s in the middle of some profound epiphany. “You have a clitoris.”
You choke, dropping your phone. It narrowly misses falling on your face and instead lands screen-down on your chest. “Uh, yeah? Girl. Clitoris. We were in the same sex ed course.”
“S’probably fat too,” he mumbles, ignoring you and sounding incredibly cringe while he’s at it.
You fake gag. “That is none of your business.”
“Could be,” he shrugs, rolling over onto his tummy. The movement brings him closer, his arm brushing against yours, and you think your heart stutters in your chest. Normally something as small as that wouldn’t be so impactful, but you suppose the aforementioned substance intake might be the cause for that.
“Aren’t you, like, goin’ through a dry spell right now or somethin’ too?”
“No,” you answer honestly, not sure why you haven’t shut him down yet. “I literally got fucked last week.”
“Oh yeah,” he drawls, socked feet swinging in the air as he nods. “You said he didn’t make you come though.”
“No,” you sigh, lowkey wishing you had kept your mouth shut. “He didn’t.”
“I could,” he says, calm and collected like he’s talking about the weather and not the possibility of getting your clit in his mouth. “‘M really good at it.”
You know. You’ve known Jisung all your life and the two of you have literally been inseparable since diapers. You were there when he went from nerdy and awkward to some weird version of attractive that is still nerdy and awkward, but also really fucking hot. Plus, girls on campus talk; the boys talk, too. It’s not hard to know what they say about Jisung. You can’t say you’ve never thought of him that way because that would be a lie; you’re only human and you have eyes. However, despite hearing about Jisung’s oral fixation and its medal earning techniques, pursuing him in any fashion has never been more than a fleeting thought. Until now.
“Friends don’t fuck their friends, Jisung.”
“Who said anything about fuckin’?” he asks, puffing his cheeks out like a squirrel. “‘M not lookin’ to get my dick wet! Except like, you’re really hot so I definitely wouldn’t say no, but I’m really just trying to eat some pussy. Please?”
The way he says it, nonchalant and mundane, does leave you reeling. Your intoxicated brain and throbbing clit tell you to pedal to the medal, pass go and collect two hundred dollars. What’s a little head between friends, anyway? It’s not like you have to touch him, you don’t have to let Jisung fuck you. He’s just asking for a taste of your pussy, just a little feel of your soft cunt on his lips; nothing too crazy, right? The rational part of your brain, which is – admittedly – a very tiny portion, is telling you to pump the brakes before you end up in a fender-bender collision of misplaced feelings and friendship.
“C’mon,” he begs, big, brown eyes going wet. His bottom lip pokes out, looking oh, so plump and inviting. You watch with rapt attention as his little, pink tongue licks over it. He’s shameless, pulling out all the stops when he leans over to plant his face on your chest.
“I know you want to! Look at this face; I’m so cute,” he whines, “Wouldn’t I be even cuter if I was making you come on it?”
You blink once, twice, three times.
“Please, please, please. Help me out here, bestie!”
You’re wet. Ridiculously so and ashamed that Jisung hasn’t even done anything beyond whining about how your cunt isn’t in his mouth yet. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. It should be pathetic. It is pathetic! Your cunt drools in your sweats anyways, soaking through your cotton panties and wetting your thighs. You’re ashamed that you’re wet over your best friend sounding like some pathetic virgin. It’s hot, though. Between Jisung’s whimpery voice and baby face, you’re not sure you have it in you to decline. In fact, you know you don’t.
“Fine,” you groan, like it’s such a huge feat to let a gorgeous boy lick your pussy. Well, maybe it is when said boy is your best mate. “Please stop looking at me with those big fucking eyes of yours before I end up letting you get away with murder.”
He snorts in response. completely unattractive though your desire remains strong. He moves over you, pushing your legs to bend at the knee as he settles in front of you, sprung into action. Your own sock-clad feet rest on his thighs, toes curling into his joggers.
“You’re g’na to let me murder your pussy,” he slurs with a childish giddiness, much like a kid on Christmas. He’s reaching for the waistband of your sweats immediately, not even bothering to ask you for permission. “God, I bet you taste so good.”
“Kind of tart,” you blurt, lifting your hips as he tugs. “Tangy? I guess.”
He pauses, gripping your sweats as they droop around your ankles. His pupils are so wide not that his eyes look black, molten pools of heat that singe you at the nerves.
“Fuck, you —,” he gulps, tossing his head back for a brief second. “Tasting yourself?!”
“Mhm,” you’re shy under his gaze, crossing your ankles once he gets your pants off. “Is that weird? I was just curious.”
“W-Weird?! No, that’s— that’s so hot,” he mumbles, licking his own lips. If you moved your feet up and inward, you’d feel how hard he is. Hard and leaking over a pussy he hasn’t even seen yet.
“You’re so hot,” Jisung whines, hands fumbling for your panties this time. Only then does he notice how wet it is between your legs. “Goddamn. Knew I should’ve thought of this sooner.”
You’re not able to unpack that statement, not that you’d want to while you’re high anyway. Besides, you’re more concerned with the way Jisung’s hands are parting your thighs, palms adding pressure to the backs of them so you can’t close them and block his line of sight. He’s totally focused on your naked cunt, like tunnel vision, caught up in a hunger so visceral that it feels like being swept away in the undertow of a powerful wave. Slick clings to your labia and thighs, glistening and taunting him to have a taste. Embarrassingly, and in a matter of nanoseconds, Jisung’s pressed belly down on the mattress, nose buried in the junction of your thigh and groin as he inhales deeply.
“Fuck,” he huffs, something wetting your skin as he speaks, “I’m drooling.”
“O-Oh,” you choke, cunt clenching around nothing, slick leaking out of your hole with the admission. “Jisung.”
“Smells s’damn good,” he slurs more, kissing at your arousal dampened thighs. You can hear his lips smack together in an attempt to really taste you on his tongue, but he doesn’t move to lick you for real. “I’m probably g’na come in my pants.”
He says it to himself, a bit quieter than he would if he was speaking directly to you, but you hear him anyway. You can’t help the way your breath stutters, catching in your chest at the visual that fills your mind. You think about maybe being able to return the favor, wonder if his cockhead is as leaky as your hole is. Would he taste as good as you think?
He doesn’t let you fantasize for too long, drawing all your focus when he drops one of your thighs to hook his arm over it instead, hand resting over the soft skin of your belly and petting it gently. He kisses directly over your slit at the same time, trailing along the length of it eagerly. That lasts a few moments before the hand on your belly is reaching just a bit further, long fingers spreading the lips of your cunt just enough to reveal the one thing Jisung’s been after since the beginning. Just behind your labia, a little below the apex and tucked in the center lies your pudgy, swollen clit, just begging to be kissed and sucked on.
“Holy shit,” he rumbles, dazed and hornier than he can recall ever being before.
“Well don’t just stare at it!” you whine, belly clenching. “Do something, Sung. Please.”
“Am,” he assures you, speaking in fragmented sentences. “G’na suck it,” he sighs, lashes fluttering as his mouth inches closer. “G’na suck this pussy so good.”
Time feels like it stops with the first touch of his tongue. It’s wet, soaked in his spit as he drags it flat up the center of you. You’re too busy staring at the ceiling with heavy, pinched breaths so you don’t see his eyes rolling back in his head as he does it. You fight the rolling of your own as Jisung does it again, this time dragging his nose and his tongue through your folds. It feels so good that you can feel yourself melting into his sheets, arms eagerly hooking beneath your own knees to keep yourself open for him.
“Hah,” you moan, nails digging into your own flesh. “Oh my God.”
“Mm,” Jisung hums, mouth full of pussy. His lips smack against your flesh as he licks his fill, savoring the taste of you. “S’good?”
“Uh-huh,” you sigh, tossing your head from side to side. Your thighs are quivering already and he’s barely done anything. “Mouth so— Oh, fuuuuck!”
You’re caught off guard by the near sudden suckling, realizing that your best friend has chosen to slurp your clit right into his warm, little mouth. And God, is it warm. Wet as hell, too. All that heat, wetness, and suction surrounding your swollen nub as Jisung’s mouth pulls at it gently. You swear you have to be dreaming, legs kicking slightly. No fucking way this is real. Despite how good those gentle suckles feel, nothing compares to the added flick of a sure tongue. When Jisung combines the two, coaxing your clit out from under the engorged hood, you feel yourself go cross eyed from how wrecked you feel under his ministrations.
“Ji, Ji,” you pant, clit pulsing against his tongue, “Oh, your mouth,” you laugh, delirious with it. “So good, Jisung. Sooo good on my pussy.”
“Yeah,” he pants, kissing your puffy clit while slipping lower. “Told you,” he mumbles, sliding his tongue into your entrance and still trying to talk, “Know how t’eat pussy good.”
It’s inside you. His whole tongue. Wet and scratchy and shoved into your cunt so he can lick your taste out from the source. You can’t believe your luck, can’t believe how getting crossfaded while watching The X-Files turned into you getting the life sucked out of you through your pussy. You’re definitely not complaining though, not when you clamp down around said tongue and all you can hear is Jisung’s deep, broken moans; not when all you can feel are his soft cheeks against you and wet, devious mouth working you into a frenzy. He doesn’t even need to add fingers to make you say you’re going to come.
“I’m gonna come,” you say sharply, trying to stay still.
“Do it,” Jisung encourages, slurping at your labia. The skin stretches with his actions, bouncing back when its released. “Come on my face.”
“Oh, don’t,” you slur, twitching and reaching for something to hold onto and finding purchase in his hair. “Don’t fuckin’ say that.”
Jisung can only grin evilly.
“C’mon,” he teases, sucking your clit back into his mouth, rutting his hips against the mattress. “Use my mouth ‘n come.”
You are helpless to try, a slave to your own pleasure. Jisung’s words ring in your skull as you hold him still, rolling your hips and dragging your clit up and down the expanse of his tongue. He’s so good for you, letting you take control, moaning and groaning like he’s the one receiving the top-tier head of the century. In the end, yes — Jisung’s mouth is a force to be reckoned with, but it's the sight of those big, hershey kiss eyes looking at you reverently that does you in. They’re so big, brown and wet, adoration and lust swimming in them, that you can’t help but shake apart. Jisung groans heartily as your hands twist in his hair, tugging as you come, spilling warm and tangy all over his tongue.
He licks until you’re kicking at him, trying to pull your clit away from his greedy mouth. When you look at him, his face is drenched in your cum from the apples of his cheeks to the lines of his jaw. You feel like your soul has left your body, but you’re still buzzing with want. Something lurking in your veins that you don’t have the higher function to dissect right now.
“I—,” you pant, watching him lick the remnants of you from his face. A small grin graces your lips and you shake your head in disbelief. “What the actual fuck, Jisung?”
“It’s just head,” he shrugs, “Fuck, your pussy though,” he sighs fondly, adjusting his dick. “Ten out of ten would eat again.”
There’s a pause then, a stretch of minutes that feel like the slow turn of cogs in a machine. Still high but coming down quickly, the two of you are left staring at each other, assessing the scene. You, still clad in your t-shirt and socks, and Jisung, still completely dressed. On a curious whim, your eyes drop to the hard length between Jisung’s legs and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious if he can use it well, too.
“So,” you drawl, meeting his gaze. “Still not trying to get your dick wet?”
His cock jumps, ready and eager. “Uh, no. I’m definitely trying. I’ve been trying to get you on it for years,” he admits.
You laugh. Of course he would admit something so important in the cringiest way possible.
“You’re pathetic,” you tell him, tapping his boner with your foot. His lashes flutter again and you choose to file that away for later. “I still want you inside me.”
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
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