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[mcondance]

kinda inna rut but i wanna write so giving marc head

it took marc a second to get comfortable enough to really enjoy getting head.

but now? oh he’s insane about it.

he went from holding his moans and whines in to rutting up into your mouth, moaning brokenly as you swirl your tongue around his angry pink tip.

“god, just like that- shit, yeah.” his hands are wrapped in your braids, tightening and tugging when the pleasure gets a little too good— which is most of the time, cause you know just how to flick your tongue and twist your hand around his sensitive base to make him see stars.

he’s a mess in so many different ways, curls wet and sticking to his forehead, eyes watering, lips pink and swollen and thighs sticky with spit and pre-cum that he’s dripping everywhere. chills rack through him when you ghost your hand up and down his thigh, and he’s groaning and throwing his head back as you hum around him.

but his eyes don’t leave you for too long, cause you’re pulling off of him with a gasp of air and laying your head on his other thigh to jerk him, placing kisses on his base, licking wet and messy over him. everything feels too good, now, and he thinks he’s reached the break of insanity— until you bring your pretty lips back to his dick, kiss his tip and dip your tongue in his slit while you twist your hand just under his crown.

“oh baby,” he slurs, eyes rolling back and his head rolls to the side, arms falling from your hair to the ruffled sheets as he tries to hold on to the little piece of his mind he has left. but you don’t let him hold on, don’t want to, so you take him all the way in, glossy eyes fixed on his face, and the way he nods watching you swallow him down— “yeahyeahyeah” whispered under his breath.

swallowing around him, you tip him over, bring him close out of nowhere, like you always do. “shit, ‘m gonna cum, gonna- gonna make me cum.” he’s panting now, chest heaving up and down and hands back in your hair as he watches you suck him off like you want him to lose his mind.

and you do, so you do. it’s a couple more licks and swirls of your tongue around him and he’s spilling down your throat, reduced to gritted groans and gravely moans as he fucks into your eager mouth, indulging in your wet warmth.

it took him a while to get comfortable, but he’s damn sure not holding back now.

[alleesaur]

doodling a bunny vs doodling a hare

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

[lemonbubble]

me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty

the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.

me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right

the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy

[yardsards]

everything in this life is temporary. except that fandom hyperfixation from when you were 14. that thang will be with you forever there's no escaping.

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[triviallytrue]

Last name politicians

Trump

DeSantis

Haley

Biden

Warren

Klobuchar

First name politicians

Kamala

Bernie

Pete

Hillary

Jeb

[depressedlochnessmess]

im sure this has been done already but uh mimiku

[wcdonaldo]

your daily reminder that this is a microblogging website and not every post you see is a sweeping well thought-out hot take for you to consider and many posts are in fact vent posts that blew up on accident

[shencomix]

[mcondance]

riding marc with his puppy dog eyes

but like. . not rlly? i’m thinking about the position where marc is sitting up against the headboard and you’re on his lap, and he has to look up at you to make eye contact.

having marc like that? yeah. he already worships the ground you walk on, eyes filled with admiration at every little thing you do. but when you’re rutting your hips against him, desperate to fuck him, he goes a little dumb. “feels so good,” you moan, and he’s dragging his gaze from where you grind your hips against him to your watery eyes. his chocolate eyes meet yours, and he’s whispering “yeah?”

and your nod, earnest and awe-filled, has him huffing out a groan and shifting his legs so he can fuck up into you, watch the way you move with each one of his sloppy thrusts.

[icarusinfreefall]

reminder that adhd medication isn't a luxury or preference, but a lifesaving medication. a 10 year long study in the usa showed that, when properly medicated, the rate of car crashes people with adhd get into goes down significantly--men's rate drops by 38%, and women's by 42%. the med shortage, denial of meds by doctors, rising prices, and the "war on drugs" has killed--with such a car dependent society, not driving frequently isn't an option, which means we need better healthcare and need it now.

https://shorturl.at/8VD8B

edit because i forgot to explain: short link is to an article by the washington post, it should be free to read

[yvotoro]

turbo granny

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[jawlipops]

fine im predictable whatevar😔