freaky loser goth in the corner of the comic store

21 | autistic + bpd | black | it/he/they | this is my geek dumping account

[mister-random]

This is based/inspired by the last fraction of this fanfic, he's not flashing his d (Or does he? MMMMH) read the fanfic for context: Pin Cushion

And also, if you like Hazard, the writer ( @morningsharksworld ) has a lot of PEAK content of him, so enjoy 👍

[seibark]

You enter the SDN showers and this is what you see.

[werewolfautizzy]

really frying my brain cells into overdrive trying to think of a new idea for a second fogell fan fic since it was requested on ao3

[miyaz6ki]

pussydrunk! waterboy who is just busy looking up at you with that same adorable tone of pleading in his irises in unison of his tongue burying itself deep, deep into your cunt like his life depends on it.

pussydrunk! waterboy who has two fingers inside you to make you even wetter than you already are, his mouth busy pleasing your clit—it only got better when you shoved his face down onto your heat using his hair. god it would be the best if you wrapped your legs around your neck.

pussydrunk! waterboy who laps his tongue into your entrance to lick up the slick that had been a result of your other precious climaxes; the bridge of his nose ‘coincidentally’ bumping into your bud as he kept those roughed up lips of his on yours.

pussydrunk! waterboy who loved to have his hands on the outskirts of your thighs, warm palms that landed on your cold skin kept you anchored down from every climax that could lift thousands off their feet—

pussydrunk! waterboy’s long fingers plunge deep into your sweet g-spot had your back arching right onto the tips of his fingers. “oh… my god. doing s’good baby, i—”

pussydrunk! waterboy who cannot, for the life of him, keep himself off you for more than ten minutes when in bed together :)

[timwhore]

more flambae x transman!reader because ;; its hot

flambae would fucking love it if you rubbed your t-dick against his cock or ass. he will got off on that.

he will ask you to do that if you say he will pout

he love your t-dick, whatever the size of it, he is there for it but but bro could be the one to put on the table to get a pump .. for the funsies

when you frot he will be snarky and makes comment about you being small in comparaison (get revenge by crushing his balls with your hands ... be aware he may enjoy it)

he was the bad habit of lightly biting on it when he's going down on you, he (tries to) makes sure that it doesn't hurt but he just likes doing that, he also pinched it before (to see your reaction)

he never really is sure of the sensitivity of your tdick at first so he does end up overstiming you quite a bit but once he learn he will overstim you still, but this time it's on purpose, he will make fun of you and about how sensitive you are

[killmurderfuck]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none. brief mention of sex if you consider that a warning?

↳ song: what the world needs now is love—burt bacharach

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• How you two got together is beyond me. Between Austin's job as one of the worlds most famous— or infamous, depending how you look at it —spies, and his constant flings with women, it's a surprise the casanova managed to narrow the dating pool to just you. And vice versa, believe it or not. People are a lot more picky about dental hygiene than they were thirty years ago in the sixties, and Austin is painfully aware of it.

• Whether it was a mission appointed to you by Basil, some random night out on the town, or even just bumping into him on the streets of England as he runs from his mob of fans, it doesn't really matter. The two of you still met, and one way or another, ended up together.

• Just. Please. Don't make fun of his teeth and you'll be positively fine. He gets a little sensitive about them.

• All in all, Austin's a pretty good guy, and it shows. He tries his best to be a good partner, especially concidering he's still trying to get used to the nineties and their different standards. He's ready to hear you and anyone else out on proper etiquette, especially when it comes to things in a relationship. Although advice may slip his mind once or twice once he gets into the swing of things. He apologizes in advance.

• You will have to explain certain relationship boundaries to him while he listens with wide eyes and the occasional 'groovy!!', but at least you don't have to go through the whole monogamy talk. He's already got that down (thanks, Vanessa).

• The new-age relationship talk applies to sex as well, although he's a bit more intrigued by that (surprise surprise). Introduce him to bisexuality or the stoplight system, and he'd probably start vibrating in his seat just from excitement.

• "You're telling me I could have been shagging women and men all of these years? Groovy baby, positively groovy!!" Austin shifts from his place on the edge of the bed. He had been sitting there for a while, just watching with a gleam in his eyes as you list off all of the, erm, more exciting things to have changed in the realm of sexual prowess since he's been around

• You have to wait until he calms down to explain nonbinary people, which just ends up sending him into another gleeful rant all over again

• Please have little fashion shows for him at his shag pad!! Make him do little one-eighties of his retro outfits as he shows them off to you. It would make his entire day to do something like that with you complimenting or at the very least watching him.

• If there's one thing Austins bringing with him to the nineties, besides a can-do-aditude and a bald supervillian, it's fashion. Complete with all the lacey cravats and velvet suits a man could ever want. So yeah, makeshift fashion shows are a must.

• Speaking of things he would love to do with you— movie marathons! Nature documentaries! Binging best-selling books! All of these things would be great acitivies for a day when the two of you are looking to wind down. He hasn't had the chance to really catch up on pop culture between his job and parties, so go ham. Show him Star Wars, or the Little Shop Of Horrors back to back. Introduce him to your favorite up and coming bands: if only to get him to branch out from Burt Bacharach at the end of the day. You love Austin and his cheesy romance songs dearly, but listening to one album for months on end is enough to drive anyone crazy.

• As a forewarning, be prepared to deal with some of Austins nemesis' while you date him. Just because you're his partner, both in crime and in a relationship, doesn't mean Dr. Evil won't use that to his advantage. And by that, I mean attempt to kidnap you for leverage. It doesn't really work all too well though once you discover how easy it is to knock his henchmen out.

• Seriously. One half hearted chop to the neck, and they go down.

• "Really guys? One punch and you're crawling back to me like a pack of wounded hampsters???" All it takes is one look from Dr. Evil to have his men wincing before him. They all stand, either clutching an apendage, or with various bandaids plastered across their skin. "They're not even a freaking super spy!! Throw me a freakin' bone man!"

• "In our defense, Doctor, we didn't know they were going to fight back. Usually the partner just. Gives up." The head of the pack mutters, pointing an arm at you and wincing. You shrug awkwardly as everyone turns to look at you, choosing to ignore how Austin beams toothily with both pride and triumph from beside you.

• "Maybe invest in karate classes for your henchmen?" You suggest helpfully. The goons around you seem to momentarily forget you're the reason they're being all being berated in the first place as they nod with pleased smiles at the idea.

• "Darling, don't give the evil mastermind ideas!"

• Really. It's moments like those you wonder how Dr. Evil hadn't been stopped sooner.

[nomisong]

jonah hill and michael cera in superbad, dir. greg mottola / you are jeff, richard siken

[werewolfautizzy]

long distance seth x evan headcanons

(can either be interpreted as platonic or romantic ship)

i saw a sad edit of seth and evan n everyone in the comments was talking about how sad it is that they grow apart cause of their different colleges BUT bc i live in lala land and don’t like the idea of the two of them truly just growing into strangers (even tho i don’t even interpret the ending to be set up for that) here are some headcanons of long distance seth and evan

being extremely awkward when they first start skyping cause it’s weird to see your best friend’s face through a screen. with occasional less than optimal wifi on evan’s end cause of all of the other people using it all at once

they mainly call in the evening or night. evan finds it too awkward to call seth while he’s actively going from class to class and seth’s pride just tells him it’s a weak move to bring evan along through his mundane daily tasks. he doesn’t wanna seem desperate despite the obviousness of how he genuinely looks forward to calls with evan

embarrassment because despite the two being well versed with the internet they drew the line at online dating, or friends, or any other kind of digital connection bullshit. before college seth was always kinda an asshole about the idea. “that’s the kinda stuff reserved for basement dwelling virgins.” well until now. cause, yknow.

seth calling evan occasionally in the name of homework assistance despite the two going into different majors. whenever calls have became too scarce for seth he’ll claim he needs help with his homework. that’s why he called. cause he’ll be totally fucked if he can’t figure out this assignment. not because he misses his best friend, and not just because he wants the days back where he could copy off of evan for answers.

there is back to back calling in that scenario as well. if evan doesn’t pick up when seth is in a particularly antsy mood to talk he’ll just repeatedly blow up evan’s phone till he picks up. yet still embarrassed to just outwardly admit it’s been too many days since they last spoke

seth, who will always stop by evan’s favorite comic book and gaming store to see if they have anything evan might like. if they do seth will buy it, show it off to gloat, and when evan shows interest in whatever it is seth happened to bag, he’ll be so kind as to offer to send it to evan so he can ‘borrow’ whatever piece of geek shit it is. as if it wasn’t bought with the sole intention of giving it to evan the whole time.

days seem to past by much quicker when you aren’t stuck on a strict schedule like high school provides. at first it’s weird to adjust to the feeling that you regained 8 hours of your day that were previously reserved for school, where you had no say in your schedule and no say in how to spend that time. it makes it easier for the days to slip by and for the time between the two’s interactions to grow farther and farther apart

evan who becomes quite the photographer over time at college. using the camera of his shitty iphone 4 to take pictures during new experiences. going hiking with some classmates, d&d nights(featuring fogell in the background which seth still gets a twinge of envy about), or just stopping to take a picture of the sunset while he goes on his nightly wanders. yes it’s sappy and sentimental, he knows that. which is why he never sends follow up text explanations for sending a bunch of random photos to seth right before he sleeps. every time evan witnesses something interesting he can’t help but think of seth. how he’d react, how great it would be if the other was there with him. how he doesn’t want seth to miss out on things happening around him.

evan and seth who watch pirated films together on call. one time they picked out what they assumed to be a bad, unserious horror movie just in hopes of finding something entertaining. turned out the movie wasn’t as poor quality as they had expected. a jumpscare appeared on screen and successful had the two flinching and hollering with surprise. so successful that evan ended up waking up fogell. after that the two decided it was probably best they start their watch parties before midnight

evan who gets increasingly more nervous day after day if it’s been more than a week since they’ve talked. but is always nervous to make the first move

seth who makes the hour and a half drive at least once a month to visit evan. even if he has other important shit that he knows needs to get done. even if his mom complains that the willing abruptness to drop everything around him for a day trip to visit evan. even if they spend the whole time just hanging out in his dorm or leaving the bars early cause the crowds are dead and full of obnoxious hollering frat douche bags

evan who will try and subtly convince seth to stay the night. “hey man it’s pretty late to drive back don’t ya think? you can stay over if you want? my mom bought me this air mattress for the dorm a while ago. i haven’t really been using it.” not that seth needs convincing to stay at evan’s side. through the night the two are just happy to have more time together face to face. close enough for warmth and to share the same space. recently the idea of such a night had felt like a blurred reality lost to the past and out of both of their reach. but at least that wasn’t the case right now.

[stxr-crossxd]

i depend on you

[werewolfautizzy]

ABSOLUTELY FIREEEEE

[werewolfautizzy]

i want yumeship mutuals on here brah i have a big mouth i need ppl to chat it up with on here

[gemoglobinchik]

C0mm with Cops from "Superbad" for @/hyun_persik (tt)

[freezerbridevalley]

i hate to break it to u but if you say “i ♥️ nerds” but wouldn’t fuck one of the guys from superbad or at least guys who resemble one of them, you don’t ACTUALLY heart nerds. you just heart tiktok thirst trappers or influencers who wear glasses or are into building legos. ur a poser!!!

[werewolfautizzy]

i need to improve my art skills i need to show everyone how much i want to worship viktor’s body sucking viktor off and worshipping jayce’s body it needs to be put into visuals

[werewolfautizzy]

guys look at my man😍 *shows the most socially awkward loser in a hundred mile radius*

[werewolfautizzy]

being in love with a loser from some raunchy coming of age is a blessing (no body wants him)and a curse (dead fandom💔)

[werewolfautizzy]

N.G.S.T: Nerds Get Sex Too [Fogell/McLovin x GN Tutor! Reader]

Author’s Note: Set after canon events of Superbad. While from what research I’ve done Fogell is 18 in the movies, I’ve never been a fan of high school settings for stories (because I was a loser for most of my time there). So this is a university setting, left intentionally vague for whatever year in college you want. All that matters is reader is an upper class men. AFAB/Trans reader for now sorry.

Analysis 15: Nerds Get Sex Too

What started as a mediocre tutoring job had rapidly grown out of hand. Of course your two's relationship wasn’t standardly inappropriate. After all, you were both students at the university. But it wasn’t your ideal situation to have your tutee so–intimately involved with you. Furthermore he was shameless about his infatuation with you. Which was not ideal because now you looked like the asshole for blowing him off and trying to keep the situation under wraps. Though you didn’t exactly have a line of suitors waiting for your attention and acknowledgement. Still, when Fogell came knocking on your door, on a day you both knowingly didn’t meet on. For some poor lack of judgement you let him in. Oh and he couldn’t have been more giddy about it. Your conversion with him was short and painfully awkward as per usual. But when he had leant in to rub away the rouge smudge of eyeliner that had found its way to your cheek, you kissed him impulsively. Again. Was it really an ‘in the moment' lack of judgement if this was another tallied incident on the board. It was unclear to yourself if these random acts of pinning were meant to be self sabotage or just caution to the wind. But as the two of you made out, Fogell spoke up.

‘Can we have sex now?’ He muttered against your lips in a whisper yell that lacked all subtlety.

Abruptly you pulled back. Your eyebrows rose with an expression lacking amusement. ‘Geez Fogell you always know how to win someone over with the right words.’ You replied flatly. You rose to your feet wiping the corners of your mouth with a stiff sniffle.

‘What? How else was I supposed to ask?’

‘It’s not about how you asked, it's the abruptness.’

With his mouth slack, cluelessly Fogell nodded. But you could tell his mind was still turning gears to wrap his head around his mistake.

‘I got class in a few minutes anyways. You shouldn’t be in here.’

‘Yeah, but you let me in so,’ The correction in logic coming from that usual nasally tone of his. It made whatever he said with confidence sound smug. Which got under your skin an unreasonable amount. There was a satisfied smile over his face too. It was still hard for him to grasp that there was someone out there aware of how much of a loser he was. Yet fully sober and willing, they made out with him regularly. Like at a mundane time like this. Someone who was willing to be a part of..whatever unlabeled messy fling you wanted to call this.

You grabbed your jacket from the edge of the bed tossing it over your shoulder pacing to the bright sunny window and yanked the curtains closed. Fogell shifted on the edge of the bed sitting up straight, horrible at concealing false hope, squirming with giddy excitement.

‘Oo–you’re closing the blinds..!’

‘Yeah. Try not to jizz your pants. It’s an afternoon in the middle of autumn, by the time I come back from class it’ll be dark out.’

You watched the geek’s shoulders visibly slump.

‘Dude. I don’t know what you expected, you knocked on my door in the middle of the day. Middle of me studying by the way.’

‘I wanted to see you.’ His voice an exaggerated groan as he watched you ping-pong around your dorm picking up things and pushing them into your cram packed bag.

‘So?’

‘So what?’

‘You’re really off to class?’ While his insistence to be acknowledged wasn’t purposefully meant to be annoying, Fogell had this super special talent of still managing to be just that without having to try.

‘You want me to seriously consider your question?’ Shameless and unsurprisingly he nodded.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance. ‘And if I turn you down and say no?’

‘Then I’ll just be some jerk-wad with his limp dick in his hands. I can live with that.’

You stood there weighing your options and the worst hypotheticals you could imagine. He could immediately go and blab to Evan and Seth. He could ghost you right after you’re finished, no pun intended. He could be so horrendously bad in bed it ends up a core memory of cringe for the rest of your life. The list could go on.

‘Uh, I’ll be gentle..?’He insisted with a notable uncertainty to his tone. The phrase clearly foreign to his lips. Yet, you snorted out a laugh. A chuckle, half surprised and half shock.

‘Yeah man–I don’t doubt that.’

‘Come on I’m trying to be comforting! I like you asshole, you know that.’

You did. What else would make him stay around as long as he had. Going along with the nit-picky nature of your half in commitment.

‘You don’t think it’ll make things awkward after?’

‘Not any more than it is now.’ He had leant in playing with your hair, feeling it between his fingers as he waited. Expecting to be turned down and look like a foolish turbo virginal loser…

‘Good point.’

• • •

Fogell’s kisses became messy and uncoordinated as he tugged your shirt over your head. He balled it up, tossing it on the floor next to your bag as he leaned in close.

‘Ow. Fogell, are you kissing or are you trying to maul my neck?’

‘I’m giving you a hickey.’ he muttered against your skin. An aggressive one at that. His hand was hesitant to come in contact with your bare skin. It was warm to the touch and he could feel texture to the pattern of stretch marks across your skin. He laid you on the mattress lying parallel. Though exceedingly close enough to the edge of the bed. He second guessed the idea of getting any closer to the warmth of your body.

His thumb ran slowly over the faded scars across your chest. “Woah..are these from when you removed your..y’know.’

Damnit if the guy hadn’t asked with such genuine awe and curiosity you would have replied with the snarkiness, and most obvious lie you could think of. But you could see how his eyes were glued, his tracing thumb rose goosebumps to your arms and had your mind lagging.

‘Uh..yeah.’

‘Sick.’An amused sound left his lips as you watched his smile grow unapologetically.

You could see his struggle to not tilt his weight back and fall off the bed.

‘I’m not gonna bite your head off if you get closer.’

‘I dunno if I fully believe that.’

The eye roll from your was just automatic by now when he was unserious at times like these. You lifted your leg, hooking it loosely around his hip and pulled. Encouraging him to get closer. You were certain you could pinpoint the exact moment his throat went dry when your bodies were close. The heat of your body feathered against his own skin. More notably both your hips aligned. Of course you could feel something poking at your upper thigh. And you knew what it was..but you were too coy to speak up about it.

His hand moved from your chest, palm gracing over your stomach to the button of your pants where he thumbed and fidgetted with a beltloop.

‘Can I take these off?’

Your breath was stuck in your throat, despite the unreadability of your focused expression and slightly furrowed brows. You nodded yes.

‘Sweet..’ flurried eagerness clear through his mumble. He knew it was kind of weird to be the only fully clothed one right now, so he took off his own shirt and discarded it while he fidgetted clumsily to get your pants down. His hand pushed into your underwear, cold for a couple seconds and shock to your body before melting to the warmth of your inner thighs. His thumb grazed over the slit of your folds gathering sapping slick on the pad of his thumb.

“H–holy shit you’re actually wet..”

If it weren't for the squeak of his tone, his slack jaw in infatuation and the intimidated tremble of his voice you would have thought he had stolen such a quip directly from pornos collecting dust deep in a corner of the internet. Fogell was pressing the slick between his thumb and forefinger. Slightly cloudy and viscid sticking to his fingers he watched it string thin and break over and over.

‘Fogell..Fogell!’

‘Huh? O-oh–my bad.”

You stared impassively with rose brows waiting for the loser to float back down from sex-shocked space station orbiting the earth.

‘You scared?’ you asked in a mutter, but there was a gentleness to your voice that showed genuine sincerity.

‘No..n-not really. I mean–I’ve like done this ‘ish before. –Fo’ sure.’

‘So you’ve told me. But I’m not exactly some groupie who thinks you’re an older mature guy.’

His laugh was a wheezy giggle, pushing up his slipping glasses. He shimmied his way on top. Fogell fumbled with the condom he had fished from his wallet. His hand held your thigh open, thumb rubbing slowly and absent-mindedly over your skin and barely grazing your folds. It was noticeable how you squirmed in anticipation.

Finally he pushed in slow and tender with his mouth parted in awe. ‘It's in..h-holy shiz…’ he barely hiccupted out. He had to dig his knees into the mattress swallowing the pulsing lump in his throat. He hoped to anchor himself down less he fuck up and topple on top of your body. Once he found his footing he reached up to remove his glasses, you immediately intercepted swatting his hand away.

‘Wait. I want them on. I want you to see me.’

‘Alright.’ he agreed after a moment of stunned silence.

His head rested in the crook of your neck, slowly he thrusted. Deep and slow but surprisingly not as clumsy as expected. There was actually a rhythm to his hips. Soft moans soon left your lips. Soft little sounds tenderly ringing through his ears and running his body hot to the touch. He could feel his palms growing clammy as he gripped the sheets parallel above your shoulders. In his peripheral vision the edges of his glasses visibly hazed with fog that was slowly clouding his lenses.

‘Soft..f-fuck you’re so soft all over. O-oh my god..’

You liked how he babbled. How he was unable to keep his mind and mouth quiet and even more unable to contain his dizzy enthusiasm. How cute. It was embarrassingly comforting to not just listen to the sound of their own heavy breathing and rapid racing hearts.

‘Does it feel good?’

‘Of course it does–’ thwap.

“A-Ah! S-shit Fogell!?’

‘Sorry, I was tryin’ to mix it up!’ It wasn’t verbalised but hearing that sweet yelp from your lips made him pulse and twitch inside you. Instead he set to be moderately slow and cautious about quickening his thrusts. After all, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long going that fast. The quicker his pace the harder it was to keep his moans and mewls contained. You ran your fingertips slowly down his spine at the valley between his shoulder blades. His voice cracked in a pathetic whimper that spilled from his lips. Instinctively his back arched, rising his hips.

‘S-Shit–I didn’t mean to sound like a pussy–’

‘No.’ you interjected firmly through their quickened breaths. “That was hot..’

‘...Y-yeah?’

‘Mhm..feel.’

You guided his hand down between your thighs. You could feel his body tense up as the other’s fingers found your clit. He fidgeted and rubbed gently over it. Your body harshly flinched, that was good right? Was it delusional to think he could possibly make you cum first?

As his thrusts became more erratic and sloppy Fogell kept pressure on your clit consistent, rubbing it gently in circles.

‘Fogell–F-Fogell–s-shit!’ You hissed his name out through gritted teeth and soon enough your body jerked wildly under his. Fogell’s hand was soon coated thickly in warm fluid as he slowly pulled it away. After a few more seconds he thrusted deeply and through shivering groans he came. It was actually insanely difficult to hold back one’s own climax. But so worth it.

• • •

By now the two of you had cleaned up. Fogell stepped out of the bathroom with his shirt and briefs back on, currently cleaning his lenses with a tissue. You tied the string of your shorts, shrugging your hoodie on to cover yourself. You turned your head to the digital alarm clock in the corner as Fogell took a seat close beside you.

‘Hm, maybe I could try and catch the last bit of class before it ends.’

There was no response this time. Only Fogell continuing to stare you down as he pushed his glasses up.

‘I’m fucking with you. I don’t have the energy to go even if I wanted to.’

He left out a dry huff of a laugh and looked down to his hands absently nodding in agreement. You lent back against a pillow and gently rubbed his arm, coaxing him to join you.

‘That was nice..’You finally admitted laying your head against his shoulder, the reassurance being enough to dim the flame of his entranced deep thought.

‘Yeah?’

‘Mhm.’

‘So you think I’m a sex god or no?’

You snorted a genuine whole hearted laugh shaking your head to deny such absurdity.

‘I dunno about that..but I’ll let you stay the night? Does that count for extra points?’

‘Oh, hell yeah!’

[werewolfautizzy]

guess who’s writing fogell fan fiction rn cause apparently there’s like none at all for him