drewbert

transmasc nonbinary i write when i want

[thesunoficaruss]

big fan of romance horror. big fan of terrible people still being loved. big fan of bending morality and turning the grotesque into something beautiful.

[brightbertalt]

a/n - foaming at the mouth

warnings - smut! barkovitch being a little creepy, drinking, mentions of drugs, you are in a frat house, humiliation, bimbo reader, reader being slutty, reader having revenge sex

🌷 dumb bunny 🌷

you knew that wearing this kind of costume would get you were.

you walked into the sigma chi frat house, on halloween night, playboy bunny ears in hand. you checked in with the door boy, putting on the final touches of your costume and heading in the party.

you just broke up with your last boyfriend because he, it turns out, was cheating on you the entire time. this would be the last time you ever dated a football player. and tonight would be your revenge.

the frat house smelled like weed and spilled liquor, the sweet smell of some sort of cursed jungle juice slightly made its way from the kitchen to the rest of the first floor, and you followed the scent to the source.

step one of your plan, get blasted.

you threw down as much as you could at one time, barely stopping yourself from throwing up. god, it was awful. but definitely had enough alcohol in it to get sufficiently drunk. different people shoved past you as you walked through the house, feeling your mind become hazier. their faces blurred a little, but you could see some people you knew. olson and his girlfriend sucking face by the front door, parker chain smoking off the balcony, and a few random kids from your classes all on the couch taking tabs of acid. you made your way around the house, trying to spot a specific person. and there he was.

gary barkovitch.

you didn’t really know gary. you were pretty sure you had a class with him, but couldn’t remember which one. more importantly, he was a friend of a friend. an acquaintance you only saw during hangouts, and you always got a weird vibe from him. he’d always say things that landed a bit….oddly. nonetheless, he was the kind of boy you felt attracted to. a complete loser who had no social skills. you wanted to be closer with him. and tonight, with the influence of your own frustration, and a lot of booze, you would become a lot closer.

gary showed up not really wearing a costume, which was usually required. he’d gotten in because stebbins invited him, and whatever stebbins said in that frat went. you waved to him and fit yourself into a spot in the corner with him, your pantyhose against his jeans. he tried to scoot away to give you room, but the room was too crowded for that.

“hey gary! long time no see, huh?”

you joked, looking up at him. he nodded and avoided eye contact with you.

“i mean, i saw you like an hour ago. in calc.”

he tried to yell over the music. your ears didn’t quite pick it up, but you eventually put the words together in your head.

“ooooh! that’s what class you’re in. i knew i saw you somewhere else!”

you laughed and moved a little closer to him. your hand found his.

“god, it’s so loud in here! you wanna go somewhere quieter?”

you yelled, your hand reaching to grab his.

“like a bathroom or something?”

he jumped at the contact, looking down at you. fuck, you looked so pretty. with your bunny ears, your makeup, the fact you were only wearing a leotard with stockings and heels, you looked like a model. this was definitely the kind of thing he would jerk off to.

oh yeah, that’s why you always got that weird vibe from him, by the way. gary was jerking off to you almost every night.

even on the days where you didn’t see each other, he still found a way to see you. he’d spot you around campus, see you getting food, see you studying. sometimes he’d even go out of the way to see you. it was a little embarrassing really, how he’d sometimes be late to class because he was trying to see where you were. and you were oblivious.

he always loved that about you. how dumb you were. how you’d always be wearing something low cut or short, and he could see a new bit of you everyday. he’d try not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. who wouldn’t stare at a hot girl in a bra? but if he had any guilty conscience from staring at you before, he definitely did now. just standing there with your ass out, wearing something so explicitly sexual, he couldn’t help it.

“yeah, yeah. let’s fucking go.”

he nodded, suddenly being dragged by the wrist to the nearest bathroom, stumbling in and watching you shut and lock the door. when she was shutting it, he heard something hit the floor.

“ugh! my stupid lipgloss!”

you exclaimed, bending down to get it. you bended perfectly at the waist, finding the flexibility to bend all the way down to the floor and grab your lip gloss. gary eyed your ass as you bent down, his mind screaming at him to look away. he could see the outline of black, lacy underwear beneath your pantyhose, and it was making him crazy. fuck, he could feel himself getting hard. his jeans did little to hide his bulge, and he resorted to sitting down on the rim of the tub and leaning over a little to make it harder to see. he jumped again when he felt you against him, this time your shoulders touching along with your hips.

“i don’t think i say it enough gary, but you’re always so funny!”

you said, giving him that sweet, innocent smile you always had. you were partially lying. he was funny, but in a desperate sort of way. you intentionally didn’t tell him the other part, because you were trying to lead him a certain way.

“thanks. never really..heard that before.”

he laughed in a breathy voice, his hands fiddling on his knees. your hand found its way to his again, grabbing his right hand.

“i think you’re really sweet, gary.”

you faced him, your noses almost touching against each other. his breath hitched, smelling the alcohol on your breath, and not realizing how close you both were. now’s his chance. try and impress you.

he grabbed your face and kissed you, teeth clashing. you moaned at the contact, finally getting some sort of satisfaction. it didn’t take long before you moved up onto his lap, pushing his hair out of his face. finally, this was definitely gonna work.

“i can’t. i can’t do this.”

he moaned, pulling away from you.

“why? i want you gary, please.”

“because you’re so hot..and you’re my type but you have a boyfriend. i can’t fuck with that.”

he confessed, his hands now gripping onto your hips. you ground down into his crotch.

“forget him. we broke up.”

“oh thank god.”

he moaned, kissing your lips all the way down to your neck. he was so hungry, so excited to finally be getting the real you. his hand would never be able to get him off again after this. he bit on your neck lightly, his hand coming up to the other side your neck, you whined, your hand falling into his shoulder.

“please mark me up. fuck me till i can’t even remember his name anymore.”

you cried, grinding into him as he bit and sucked on your skin. you could feel him nod, standing up and pushing you against the sink counter.

“please let me. i’ve been waiting so fuckin’ long for this.”

barkovitch begged, pawing at your costume to get it off. you helped him get all of it off, before reaching for your ears.

“no! don’t take them off.”

he grabbed your wrist, stopping them from moving. his grip was strong, and felt somewhat serious. it made you even more aroused, realizing barkovitch was a lot more stronger than he seemed.

“gary, i have a question,”

you asked, feeing him let go of your wrist. he was getting his jeans off in a slow, fidgety way.

“can you record it? so i can send it to him?”

you asked, your tits on full display in front of him. he immediately looked up, grabbing onto your boobs. all he does is nod, as he squeezes and gropes your chest.

you hand him your phone, as he starts taking off his shirt. you position yourself with your ass against him, looking right into the mirror. you saw him raise the phone, starting the video.

he pushed his tip up and down your slit, moaning embarrassingly loud. fuck, he wasn’t gonna last long.

“mmm..fuck! just like that..”

you moaned, arching your head back. you couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or the feeling of fucking someone new, but you were horny and confident. he groaned as he kept rubbing against you. this is exactly how he’d thought his first time with you would be like. you were moaning like a slut, embarrassingly wet and begging for him. and he listened.

he pushed himself into you, hearing both of you gasp as the feeling. your voice was definitely almost exaggeratedly explicit, not making any effort to quiet yourself. he reached up and grabbed one of your boobs, fondling it while he thrusted in you. his confidence boosted, and put the camera at an angle towards your face.

“feel like a dumb slut? dumb rabbit getting some good dick for once?”

he asked cruelly, groaning at how you tightened around him.

“yes! fuck, you feel so good!”

you moaned loudly, bouncing back against him to match his pace. this couldn’t be any better.

“i’ve been waitin’ for this. always hated seeing you fuckin’ together all the time.”

he muttered under his breath, his chest hand going to your throat. you gasped as his hand squeezed your throat.

“think you can fuck other guys? no…you’re all mine now. my dumb fuckin’ bunny now.”

he smirked squeezing harder. it was getting hard to breathe.

“i wanna feel you twitch. squeeze because you’re runnin’ out of air.”

he grunted. your heart skipped a beat, not sure if he would give you enough time to breathe. just as you felt panicked, he let go.

“fuck that felt so good, i think ‘m gonna cum. can i just cum in you?”

he whimpered, yanking you closer to him, so he was speaking into your ear. you let out a pornographic moan, nodding aggressively. fuck, the feeling of fucking someone this soon after the breakup was intoxicating. you felt him bite down on your shoulder, cum filling your pussy. you came as well, the feeling of everything filling you pushing you over the edge. he let go of you as he came, groaning and moaning loudly, giving it a few more thrusts as well. you caught yourself before slamming onto the porcelain, looking at yourself in the mirror.

your mascara was rubbed on your under eye area, your lipstick was smudged and your hair was definitely not styled.

but fuck did it feel good.

[brightbertalt]

but imagine shy nerdy bf harkness who has to keep his glasses from fogging up/slipping when his gf is sucking him off. his glasses are sitting at the bridge of his nose (which he absolutely hates) but he doesn’t want to miss seeing the beautiful goddess right in front of him 🤭

harkness would be fuming usually, because he hates the sensation of his glasses slipping down his face. he clenches his hands into fists, trying to not fix them. you told him not to move first of all, but he also can’t look away from your face. your mouth moving up and down on his cock, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he bucks his hips into your mouth, saying, “thank you goddess- fuck- you’re so pretty-!” as he tries not to cum. not being you’re holding him back, but because he doesn’t want the moment to be over.

[brightbertalt]

ur barkovitch nsfw drabble with the tied hands ,,, ik ur requests r closed but i need someone to tell that to. he is so a “just the tip” guy js to not be able to stop. thats all im in love with him i need him to do anything to me so bad.

thinking about dominant barkovitch. who, when you ask to just put the tip in, he smirks and chuckles and says, “yeah, fine. just the tip.” he fucks you raw of course, because he makes up some bullshit about not having any or having a latex allergy. he pants about how he’s close to cumming, and you tell him to pull out. he smirks the same as before and doesn’t even look up at you. “i ain’t pullin’ out. you’re gettin’ filled up.” and he goes on about how cute you look getting all scared about getting pregnant. he’s a sexual deviant for sure.

[brightbertalt]

I need to hear more about "collie parker is just a slightly older version of pasmay" 👁️👁️ I'm listening

just rewatch the long walk and think about it. think about collie signing up for the walk with a fake name, fake identity. about how his wish would be for him and his newfound family to be comfortable. about him hugging link and promising to be back. because he won’t leave him, ever. he’s homesick because he finally found his home, with link and his brother and mom. and how he’s angry because he was stripped from the home he knew for less than a few years.

[brightbertalt]

i’ve done your bidding.

[brightbertalt]

stick with me here. the night before he leaves, barkovitch confesses to his literal only friend (male reader) and they decide to go at it fucking insaneo style because like when would they get that chance again? the drama and hurt/comfort/hurt is so yummyyyyyy ough. if you wrote more barkovitch/male reader smut i might just have to sell my soul over to you

a/n - i love u anon kiss me now. also hey guys im back :)

warnings - light drug/alcohol use, mentions of drug and alcohol use, faggotry, smut, implied punk/alt!reader, family flashback, toxic family life, crying while having sex, heat of the moment kissing/fucking, occasional homophobia, constant changing power dynamics

🍀 i swear we’re infinite 🍀

two days before the walk

you were walking around downtown with gary. ever since he was officially picked for the long walk, he’d been manic to say the least. he went from laughing and skipping down the sidewalk, saying how he’d never die, to him shaking and smacking himself for ever signing up in the first place. you thought that taking him out and doing cool stuff before he went to maine. it was lost on you how you were treating him like a dog on their last day before euthanasia.

you walked in downtown d.c., making fun of all the businessmen and politicians pretending their lives were important. you both made fun of the rat race everyone seemed caught up in. they scoffed at you, muttering, “stupid punks”. you both laughed, sometime even laughing so hard you had to stop and grip each other’s shoulders to not fall down. you both managed to scrounge up enough money to get a bottle of cheap liquor. you wanted to save this for the day before, but you figured it’d be bad to start the walk on a hangover. you both sat in the park under a tree, passing the bottle back and forth. the air was filled with real, genuine laughter. it was the happiest you’d ever seen gary. definitely happier than the times you saw him with his family. it was strange but, you didn’t mention it. the walk back to your house was filled with slurred words and half-baked sentences. insightful and intellectual conversation like, “is it gay to get your dick sucked?” gary contemplated that. a little too hard.

one day before the walk.

you both woke up in your room. you woke up on your floor, drool all over your carpet. gary was in your bed, all wrapped up in a blanket. he looked so peaceful, his chest softly rising and falling. this was the stillest you’d ever seen him.

to be clear, you knew that you liked your best friend in that way. but you knew he didn’t like you back. you’d make jokes about you two jerking each other off, but he’d always gotten weirdly rude and defensive about it. he’d throw around slurs and say “just cus’ you’re a fag doesn’t mean i’m one too!” and sometimes he’d even stomp away. this was typical of gary. and that’s how you knew he was gay. every single time you brought something up that could be the slightest bit embarrassing, he would get super defensive. like when you found a cd of madonna’s ‘like a virgin’ in his room and he freaked out and said he definitely wasn’t his, even though you’d heard him listening to it before. you wondered if he really liked it. like, was it just a song he listened to or, did he get up and dance whenever it played? even though you were undeniably his closest friend, you didn’t know much about him. gary liked to keep it that way.

you saw gary blink his eyes open, adjusting to his surroundings before immediately perking up when he saw how close you were to him.

“fuck, man! scarin’ the shit out of me..”

he exclaimed, grabbing his shirt that laid next to him. his hair was extremely frizzy, and he brushed some of it out of his face. he needed a shower. gary usually smelled like shit, but after collapsing in multiple ditches last night, he could’ve made you gag. along with the dirt laying in his hair.

“dude, take a fucking shower. you look like shit. and smell like it too.”

you joked, turning away and grabbing your own shirt. you could remember the night in glimpses, and you were positive nothing happened between you two. sadly. you saw gary get up and crack his neck, two loud cracks coming from him. the sound alone could make your spine shiver.

“fine. got any clothes for me here? or you want me to go back home?”

he asked, his voice sounding a little scared. he didn’t want to go back home. he’d said very little about his home life but, from the few times you were at his house, you gathered enough. after classes one day he invited you over for dinner, and the inside of his house smelled like mildew and stale beer. he acted like it was completely normal, stepping over empty bottles and walking past his dad, who was passed out on the couch. at 1pm. you entered his room and it was a mess. he pushed over a pile of dirty clothes on his bed and gestured for you to sit down. half empty water bottles, dirty socks, and the occasional tissue (that you definitely didn’t want to think about how long it was there) laid across his floor. his little sister, who looked about 6, opened the door as you were both jamming out to the sex pistols.

“do you guys wanna play dolls with me?”

she asked innocently, her hair was a mess and she was holding a barbie doll in her hand. when you were gonna open your mouth to jokingly say yes, gary threw a pillow at her.

“buzz off sarah. go ask dad or something.”

he said dismissively, his sister whined.

“dads still asleep! i want to play with you guys!”

she protested, her foot stomping against the ground. you looked at gary with a confused face.

“dude, just let her come in and play barbies or whatever.”

“go to the park or something then. i don’t care.”

he turned the music up louder, waiting for her to close the door. something about that left a bad taste in your mouth. what was so hard about letting her in and letting her fuck around with dolls for a minute or two?

when dinner rolled around, it was a shitshow. microwaved tv dinners around the couch, and a random episode of a game show on the black and white television. gary didn’t even introduce you until his dad spoke,

“who’s this? your fuckin’ boyfriend gareth?”

he slurred his words, taking a swig from the brown tinted bottle. gary took a deep breath and stabbed the fork he held into the fake steak meat in the plastic tin.

“he’s not my fuckin’ boyfriend dad! he’s (y/n) and he’s my regular friend. we hang out and do shit together.”

he spat back, rage coming out of his mouth like flames. you perked up and waved an awkward hand at everyone, barely picking at your food. you weren’t one for microwaveable meals.

“whatever. as long as i don’t find you boys fuckin’ each other he can stay wherever he wants.”

the rest of the night was oddly silent. even though his family barely talked, they still had to eat dinner together. like some gross misshapen amalgamation of a nuclear family. you were out of that house right after dinner, making up some excuse about a curfew.

after remembering that, you lended him some clothes.

the bathroom emanated steam, billowing from under the door. he was in the shower for at least 20 minutes, and after he was done you swore you could see dirt at the bottom of the tub. you got in after him, taking a shorter shower because there wasn’t any hot water left after 5 minutes. god, if he were anyone else you’d be kicking him out right now.

after brushing your teeth with your toothbrush you swore barkovitch used, you headed back to your room. you opened the door to find gary laying on your bed. he was biting his nonexistent nails, slightly rocking back and forth, his eyes wide and staring at the wall. it was like he was in a trance, not even realizing you walked into the room.

“you smoke way too much or somethin’ man?”

you asked, sitting down in front of him. he shook his head as he kept shaking. you’d only see him like this once before, after you two had accidentally gotten laced and had to go to the hospital. you gently, yet firmly, put your hand on his wrist, pressing down and trying to subtly feel his pulse. his pulse was absolutely racing.

“gary your pulse is fucking crazy. what’s wrong with you?”

you tried not to sound too concerned, because then he would definitely freak out more, but gary kept rocking back and forth, shaking his head.

you’d have to try the impossible to get him to calm down.

you crashed your lips against his, trying to shock him out of this trance he was in.

his eyes widened even more, his hands flying to slam onto the bed, slamming into it over and over again. you pulled away, equally as shocked as he was.

“what the fuck, man?! why the fuck did you do that?!”

he exclaimed, his face quivering and twitching.

what the fuck did you do?

“i mean, it fixed you didn’t it?”

you shrugged, nervously laughing to try to lighten the mood. gary was still not happy.

“you-you can’t do that shit with me, man. that’s fucked up, that’s what it is.”

he half muttered to himself, turning away from you and getting off the bed. he started grabbing his stuff off of the floor, muttering half-sentences to himself. stuff about you, his family, the walk. his mind was scattered.

“dude sit back down, you don’t need to leave. and don’t act like you didn’t like it.”

you teased, crossing your arms across your chest. you chuckled a little bit under your breath, thinking about how offended he got. it was a little comedic, the way he blew it out of proportion.

“i can’t fuckin’ be around you man, can’t do it. i gotta go, i gotta go-“

he replied, pacing around your room trying to find something. you felt next to you, gripping onto the object. it was his pocket knife on the bed. you smirked, grabbing it and holding it in front of you.

“found it.”

you said simply, holding your hand out with the knife. gary reached out to grab it, watching you pull your hand back. he groaned out of frustration and reached forward more. he kept trying to reach forward to grab it out of your hands. gary fell forward, landing with his head against your stomach on top of you.

“you’re not leaving yet, gary.”

you could see his cheeks flush redder, as he struggled to reach up to grab his pocket knife. you neatly tucked it in your back pocket.

“what’s up with you today? nervous or something?”

you asked. oddly enough, gary didn’t move off of you. he huffed, turning his face to the wall.

“i can’t go.”

he stated.

“well, i mean, you have to.”

“they’re gonna shoot me. my brains are gonna fry on that concrete like an egg. i ain’t ever gonna see this place again.”

“that’s bullshit, man. you’re gonna outwalk all those guys. dance on all their graves right?”

he turned his face back to you.

“i’m gonna be leavin’. forever.”

he looked into your eyes, a painfully neutral expression on his face.

you felt shocked. shocked that he had this level of understanding of his situation. you didn’t want to say it, but you knew he wouldn’t be back. if you didn’t say it or think about it, maybe it wouldn’t come to fruition. dealing with gary was like having a smoke sesh. it was mostly gibberish funny nonsense, but the occasional moments of intense clarity made you slightly scared.

“yeah. you are.”

you admitted, looking down. you felt the tears start to materialize in your eyes. your throat tightened. you jinxed it now.

“i didn’t wanna say it gary, but i think i’m gonna miss your ugly face.”

he chuckled at that remark.

“don’t say that gay shit to me. you’ll miss goin’ out and drinkin’ with me and shit, but not me, right?”

you looked at him with tears in your eyes. you realized.

“i’m gonna miss you.”

“i’m gonna miss you too.”

he replied back almost immediately, like he had been burning to say it. like he’d been thinking about it for hours. was he thinking about it for hours? it didn’t matter. you grabbed him and pulled him up towards your head, kissing him with a passion. it was different than before, it was more full of emotion. full of desperation. the way you both kissed was like angry dogs, trying to grab at anything on each other’s bodies. your hands went all over his body, trying desperately to get his (your) shirt off. your heart was beating dangerously fast, wanting every kind of stimulation from him. you felt gary’s hands snake their way to the back of your head, grabbing and pulling at your hair. your teeth and tongues collided dangerously, slight tastes of blood coming through. you guided gary to lay down on the mattress, you both wiggling out of your pants.

“i can’t wait anymore. i need to fuck you.”

you said, out of breath. you hastily pulled your cock out of your pants, spitting on your hand and rubbing it up and down your cock. fuck, you didn’t know how much you wanted this. gary pushed you back onto the mattress, the breath leaving your body as your back landed on the blanket. he grabbed your dick, replacing your hand with his. his pace was quick, as he stroked his dick at the same time. you saw his dick twitch, as he let out a strained moan. he let go of your cock, positioning himself above your cock. you closed your eyes in anticipation, your hand reaching up to grab and squeeze the blond’s shoulder.

you felt how tight he was, and how he let out a high pitched moan when he sank all the way down. the grip you had on his shoulder was so tight, you swore it would shatter. his hands went to your chest, bracing himself while he made little movements.

“oh, oh fuck gary. sure you’re not gay?”

you tried to joke, throwing another emotion into the already emotionally complicated situation. he chuckled back.

“i don’t fuckin’ care anymore. i’m dyin’ soon, i n-need this.”

he stuttered out, slowly moving himself up and down on your shaft. he was constantly making whimpering, groaning, and moaning sounds. every feeling he experienced was brand new. this definitely wouldn’t last long.

you weren’t much better than him. although it wasn’t your first time, it was the first time sex felt this passionate. you felt streams of tears coming out of both your eyes, watching his cock twitch through bleary eyes. you grabbed his cock, roughly jerking him off. you needed him to cum. you needed to cum.

“tell me i can cum. i need- i need you to let me cum, man.”

he panted out, his voice getting continuously louder and higher. you nodded vigorously, continuing at the pace you’d set.

“fuck, please cum. make both of us cum.”

you pleaded, your stomach doing somersaults as you felt yourself teeter on the edge of climax. he grabbed your face and pulled you into a rough kiss, cumming all over your torso as you came inside him. you both came so hard you felt like throwing up. after you both rode out your orgasms, he collapsed next to you and kept panting. you felt yourself hyperventilate, laughing and sobbing at a sudden moment of clarity. he joined in, grabbing your sticky, spit-smelling hand. the room gained its light back, and you both looked at each other’s tears falling down to the bed. this was the best moment of your lives.

[brightbertalt]

im watching the long walk with some friends tonight and im not ashamed to say that every time jordan gonzalez pops up on the screen i may moan a little 🙂‍↕️

i already do this with every actor. i am moaning the whole movie actually.

[brightbertalt]

what would u guys think if i started posting regularly again

[brashtea]

pathetic barkovitch x cringe harkness, is this anything?

[veewith2es]

i haven't stopped thinking about trans harkness. god the implications of a young trans man signing up for the yearly death march to try and prove himself to his country, to his fellow men, to himself. oh you wanna be a boy? prove it. destroy your body. destroy your mind. destroy your hopes and dreams. all that just to end up dead anyways. if you're really a man you'll walk on that broken ankle until you give out. maybe then you'll be seen as a real man. real men die for their country.

[ghostlymarauder]

While on the topic of the long walk, I'd like to take a minute to talk about something I personally haven't seen anyone talk about.

Collie Parker's death is impactful, not just because of his act of rebellion or because he takes one of the guards with him. It's impactful because it dignifies him by breaking an stereotype of American storytelling.

Often times, in American movies, indigenous people will be killed in morbid and gruesome ways as a way of trying and convey the narrative that they still hold the power over indigenous people. Furthermore, they hold the power over how they die. It's a way of control and a form of racism, we want to accept it or not.

Collie's death, instead of falling into that stereotype, instead of turning him into just another sacrificial lamb, it dignifies him by allowing him to choose how he dies and when he dies. He takes back the power in his last moments and says "fuck you" to the system by choosing suicide over shame. And he's also allowed honor his culture by singing what I believe is a chant to connect with the dead (don't quote me on that, that's just what I've heard).

It's genuinely one of the moments of the movie that impact me the most every time I think about it, because even though his death in the movie is almost identical to his death in the book, there's something about it that makes it unique and different and that makes me want to cry every time I think about it.

[squidprinceofwinterfell]

Gary Barkovitch is so relatable to me because I also have the desire to turn evil when one of my jokes doesn’t get a laugh

[neon-travesty]

I would not have survived in Sinners because if any of these fine ass men asked me to let them inside or come outside and join them I would have done so without thinking twice about it

[antsdrive]

big fan of characters saying goodbye like they're going home. harkness and art saying "i'm gonna go home" before they die. Yeah, that's what's happening. You're going home to see your parents and grandma and friends. They're gonna pick you up and get you dinner at your favourite place because you did a good job. You tried and you didn't win but you got very far, you can go home now, you can get some rest and give your aching feet a break.

[brightbertalt]

richard harkness is def the type to cream his pants just from making out

and IM EATING IT UP!!!! make this poor boy cum as many times as he can, until he cries. make out with him and grind on his lap until you can feel him twitch in his pants, stuttering and saying “shit-shit-shit i’m sorry-we can stop and- holy shit what-“ and he gasps as he sees you unzip his jeans anyways. he pants and says, “i already came, i don’t know if i can-“ and you interrupt him and say “you will.” he nods and lets you go down on him, and is the loudest he’s ever been. he’s mumbling stuff about how he doesn’t deserve you, and how he’s so grateful you decide to take his virginity (because he’s 100% a virgin). you make him cum at least 3 times, and he’s completely drained and brain dead. you ask him to write something and it’s complete gibberish. god i need him.

[brightbertalt]

tumblr dot com i want richard harkness to pant and beg in my ear that he’s gonna cum and he can’t pull out and he’s gonna breed me POST