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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king
A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.
“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.
The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.
“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”
“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”
Jack covered his mouth again, making sure to stay as quiet as possible as Dean left. Dean loved getting out of these situations as fast as possible, it was almost impressive.
Koz tapped on his desk for a moment, looking out the window. After a few seconds, he turned and pushed his chair aside. He lifted the phone off the receiver, hesitating for a moment before dialing.
The dial tone rang a few times and Koz chewed on a pen cap while he waited. After the fifth tone rang, Jack answering machine picked up and played.
Koz sighed and hung up the phone before it could beep, dragging his feet as he left the office, closing the door behind him.
Jack heard his recorded voice fill the office briefly.
‘Hey, you’ve reached the office of Jackson Overland, sorry I couldn’t answer your call, but if you leave your name and number I will get back to you as soon as I can, thanks—‘ Click.
Jack waited until the office was empty to make a quick escape, missing article in hand and Koz and Dean’s voices ringing in his head.
RP with @pitch-nightmare-king
A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.
“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.
The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.
“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”
“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”
Jack covered his mouth again, making sure to stay as quiet as possible as Dean left. Dean loved getting out of these situations as fast as possible, it was almost impressive.
RP with @pitch-nightmare-king
A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.
“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.
The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.
“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”
“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”
Jack tore his eyes away from Kozmotis and forced himself to look at the ground. He wasn’t supposed to see this. How the hell was he supposed to face Kozmotis and Dean after this? Would they know? Jack sure as shit would, and he was sure his face would be red until he died.
Jack pressed himself back against the far wall of the closet and focused on being quiet until he had a chance to make a break for it.
Dean slapped Koz again before grabbing his throat, squeezing hard.
Koz gasped and moaned, his breaths ragged and repressed. “Jesus fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah? You like getting choked and fucked like a slut?” Dean purred, fucking him harder. “If only everyone knew how much their big scary boss likes getting fucked in the ass.” He added, stroking Koz’s cock.
Koz gasped for air, arching his back. Is eyes rolled back before his body shook with pleasure, cum shooting into Dean’s hand.
“Oh, I know you can do better than that.” Dean growled, squeezing Koz’s throat harder and thrusting faster.
Koz’s face started turning red, the desk creaking under him with every thrust. “Please let me cum again.” He choked out.
Jack whimpered audibly, his breathing shallow and fast and panicked. God damn it the two of them were so hot he didn’t even know what to do with himself. Even if he wasn’t looking, listening to Pitch beg like that was going to keep him up at night for weeks.
“You like this, don’t you?” Dean grunted between thrusts, slapping Koz’s ass a few times.
Koz whimpered, the sound of their bodies slamming into the desk and creaking wood bounced off the marble walls. Whiney moans left Koz’s lips as Dean fucked him before he sputtered at Dean’s tightening fist.
“I asked you a question.” Dean growled. “Tell me how much you like being brought down a level.” He said. “You try so hard to prove to everyone that you’re on top. Show me what you really are, Pitch.”
Koz whined between repressed moans, his voice horse. “Fuck me, fuck me!” His eyes rolled back as he came again, shouting from pleasure as Dean finally released his grip, intensifing his second orgasm.
Dean quickly pulled out, stroking himself and cumming on Koz’s ass.
“Jesus Christ.” Jack growled to himself, jealousy flaring in his gut as he looked away with a huff. Kozmotis never shouted for him like that, but Jack promised himself that wouldn’t be the case for much longer.
Jack watched Dean finish on Koz’s ass and clenched his fists. It was stupid and petty, but he had never liked sharing his toys.
@sussura thanks for the request!
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SFW Blackice Fanfic-Favorites
Hot Mess - oneshot Coffee Shop AU. Jack doesn’t have a filter between his brain and his mouth and it could get him into trouble with a customer.
Cough Syrup - oneshot Sickfic with a sick Jack, who knew spirits could get the flu? Pitch finds him when the others don’t and shows more care than Jack expected…
The Capture and Care of a Hot Dad - unfinished - technically Goldenfrost I feared Daddy kink and got the most heartwarming modern cocky young adult Jack and awkward Dad!Kozmotis in a club! Plus a perfect on point teen Seraphina.
Call Me Pretty - oneshot Pizza boy AU. Jack is NOT the Pizza boy and this fic is hilarious
How to Win The War Before it Begins - oneshot Pitch is not nice, but brilliant. You can really see that he was a General who lead an army once in this one..
Hiiii guys,
My name’s Olza. I like drawing weird stuff like my ocs crying for their tragic backstory and soft p0rn (just kidding haha, not soft, I like blood and ballgags and bruises and rope…)
Today I’ve recovered my old blog (from 2014/2015???) I was very active in the rotg fandom… God, how many reblogs of blackice pictures.
SOOOO guys i fuckin need to know if Rotg fandom is still alive here… miss it so much :0
ASK ME LITTLE DRAWINGS (only rotg request u.u in DM or wherever you want) or reblog this
Whatever you want, NSFW too
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Here a little Jackie for you
current aesthetic: cute english teacher who’s high key banging the history professor
current aesthetic: ape going back in time to end this post before it continues
"You're all mine."
Jack was stronger than he looked an Pitch could only arch a hairless brow. “Oh?”
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Jack’s breath hitched and he forced himself to stop moving, his hands curling into fists by his side. “F-Fuck...” He whined, head falling back against the table.
Taron Egerton owns my ass
Blackice headcanons
Sorry for the posts being like this recently. My queue and drafts are being rly buggy.
Sfw:
- Jack legit climbs Pitch like a tree. He’s always on his back, shoulders, everywhere.
- Jack lives for PDA, while Pitch secretly loves it as well. I mean he’d never admit it of course.
- Jack can And will make Pitch cuddle.
- Pitch is really shy about showing love and affection with Jack.
Nsfw:
- Pitch usually is always the bottom. Jack always rides him.
- Pitch likes when Jack is rough with him. Sub! Pitch all the way.
- Jack uses ice to bind Pitch.
- They do sounding sometimes.
- Pitch dominates Jack when he’s not feeling well or when he wants to sub.
Sorry that these were short or if they sucked! Thank you for the request hunnie!
"You're all mine."
Jack was stronger than he looked an Pitch could only arch a hairless brow. “Oh?”
Pitch held Jack’s hips down. He flashed his sharp teeth in a wicked grin.
“Hmm, Jack.. was there something you wanted? Something that you want me to do?”
Jack let out a frustrated whine and tried to move his hips again. “I think we both want the same thing, so quit being such a tease.” He said, glaring at the taller man.
“Such an impatient thing you are, Jack~,” said Pitch, his voice but a purr. “But.. I suppose that I should indulge you.” He waved his hand and the shadows dropped a smile phial in his hand. A phial filled with some sort of clear liquid or gel.
Popping the cork off, he dipped his fingers in, coating them before his hand moved until it was against that tight ring of muscle.
Jack bit his lip and kept his eyes locked on Pitch’s every move, whimpering slightly when he felt the other’s hands against his entrance.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He breathed, a little ashamed to admit it as he rocked his hips down onto Pitch’s fingers.
"You're all mine."
Jack was stronger than he looked an Pitch could only arch a hairless brow. “Oh?”
Pitch held Jack’s hips down. He flashed his sharp teeth in a wicked grin.
“Hmm, Jack.. was there something you wanted? Something that you want me to do?”
Jack let out a frustrated whine and tried to move his hips again. “I think we both want the same thing, so quit being such a tease.” He said, glaring at the taller man.
Shane Prigmore on creating Jack Frost:
“As we started to brainstorm and discuss all of the characters and a potential story for all of them to live in, it QUICKLY became clear that Jack Frost just seemed out of place and out of his league amongst these other superstars of childhood mythology. What did Jack Frost do to earn his position as a Guardian, and what does he really do for Children anyway?
“So we all thought out loud “What if North, Tooth, Bunny, and Sand Man all felt the same way about Jack Frost that we do?” Maybe Jack is NOT a Guardian. What if Jack was just a neutral outsider living his own life wanting nothing to do with the Guardians or Pitch at all?
“In late 2008 there was a request to give Jack a more “current” look. The idea was that since Jack has been around for many years, he would find articles of clothing from whatever time period he is living in at the moment and create his own mix match look.
FINALLY, ANSWERS!
The design in red ink looks like Hiccup lol.
i love looking at some of these and thinking “wonder how the frostitutes would react if this were the final designs”
Reblog this or die.