#🕷️ ━ * answered !

[the-bar-sinister]

I am starved of lab whump content with lots of condescending praise by whumper XD

🖤 Whumper cups whumpee's chin and jaw softly, leaning over them where they're strapped down to the medical slab. "That's right, sweetheart. Just hold still for me so I get a nice, clean incision, alright? We wouldn't want things to get messy. After all, I only have so much blood I can pump back into you."

🖤 "Oh that's beautiful, whumpee. Did you know you have the most perfect specimen of a liver I've ever seen? I'll have to clone it, I think."

🖤 Whumper hums the lilting strains of an opera or a ballet, grabbing a sedated whumpee and dancing around the lab with them in their arms. "You're a fantastic dance partner when you're like this, whumpee."

🖤 Whumper smiles and pulls on a pair of medical gloves, snapping them at the wrists before tapping on the glass of whumpee's tank. "You're coming along just beautifully, whumpee. Shall I hold up a mirror so you can see the changes?"

[taurder]

hi i'm the anon who asked abt spider-noir. anyways can i get him x male reader with praise/degradation & overstim? like noir is begging to be fucked and then he can't take it and reader is like "i thought this is what you wanted" 🤭if thats too much, feel free to ignore. thank u xx

top!dom!reader x bottom!sub!spider-noir.

contains: overtism, praise and degradation, anal (character receiving) and much grabbing at skin, established relationship between reader and spider-noir.

note: i really like overtism and i hope i delivered something you'll like, anon. feel free to ask for more with spider-noir!

you know peter has had a rough week when he doesn't want to talk at all the moment he gets home, and just demands for your undivided attention with several attacks of desperate kisses from his now uncovered mouth. his demands of course won't come at the form of words at first, instead his enthralling body will slowly get you in the mood he wants you to be. you were busy, actually helping him with a case and about to let him know about a dead end, but the thought is secondary now that he has you against a wall, his hips already grinding into you and he finally yanks off his mask all the way from his face.

"need you" his hair is a mess after the rapid take off of his mask, but his lips are inviting and you go along with his movements. he means what he just said and lets you know by taking off his trenchcoat, already undoing his belt and kicking his shoes off without your help. he doesn't care about just letting all his clothes fall onto the floor as long as you keep devouring his mouth into yours, pulling soft little moans from his throat. the only item he has seen to threat differently was his fedora, which you didn't notice at what point was thrown into the couch, landing perfectly there.

his hands are already hurring up to undo the buttons in his vest when you pull him by the waist, turning so you can press him down in the wall now. he gasps, content even if he gives you a scoff for the interruption of the kiss, and you make it up to him by getting your leg in-between his. he keens, legs parting to give you more space as he pulls you closer to him. "really really need you to fuck me" he adds, and the semi-hard he grinds into your thigh is enough confirmation. your hands undo his buttons, throwing the vest right on top of his coat. by this point he's putting a rhythm to the way he shamelessly grinds into your leg, but you don't mind while your hands go under his sweater and undershirt, feeling him up from the abs to his chest.

he gets more worked up, because you love touching him in a way that makes every part of his body heat up from your fingers caressing imaginary lines, or how you unexpectedly grab at his skin, putting pressure into his pectorals or abs, but what he likes more is when you pinch him. his whole body shivers when your thumb and middle finger grab at his nipple, hard. "fuck– can you..?" your other hand squeezes at his side, leaving his skin slightly red. his voice gets huskier and even more grave as the minutes pass and you can't even act surprised when he suddenly tenses up and moans high, pressing his own body into your hands as his clothed dick cums inside his boxers. you feel wetness against your thigh.

"did you just cummed by grinding into me like a dog?" he seems embarrassed, but not overly so to not look at you, a spark in his blown pupils. "well if you're done i guess we should.." "Nonono, no, I want more, please fuck me. I didn't thought I would cum just by– well" so it'll be one of those nights. you like a part of them, the part you get to hear him beg and moan, but you're not a fan of what it means. he needs to feel something right now, and he needs it to be pleasure more than pain. "you sure?" you ask, as you always do, and he nods and kisses you, his face growing warmer near yours.

and so you take him to the bedroom, taking time in preparing his hole before you rail him while he's watching you, pulling his spread legs wide for you, his hands jerking his own member as you avoid his prostate in every thrust. "look at you, leaking again even if you cummed already" he takes it as a challenge, and even if his expression shifts slightly to a frown he speeds up his movements. "fuck. yeah, make yourself messy for me twice" you try matching the way he's moving his hand up and down to the way you fuck him. you pull out just middle way, getting properly deep when his hand does a little circled motion in his tip to spread the pre into the rest of his member.

"more, agghh. i can take more, please" his usually deep voice is starting to crack into something higher, needy, and so you slide your hands up his sides, getting his turtle neck in the middle of his glistening torso. you grab his skin there, hard, your left one going slightly down to squeeze at his ass, making him whine and do the same to his own cock. "ah, ah, ah, mmgghh– harder! ah, more" his body goes up and down beautifully with each of your thrusts and in no time he's cumming again. his body tenses up and his eyes close tight for the hard sensation, you can see a fine line of tears running through his temples and into the bed as white ropes of semen paint his abdomen and black sweater, making a great contrast.

"twice already, being spider-man has his perks for a slut like you, huh?" you pat one of his legs that now is hanging in the bed, his eyes are still closed, mouth open to catch more air while he comes down from his orgasm. you get your hands again under his sweater, making it go higher enough for you to see all of his chest, and you grab in each hand his pectorals, hearing him whine. "what? thought you wanted more and more, right?" you push yourself deeper into him, so he can feel your still hard cock. sure enough he moans, but he's frowning and opening his eyes quickly when you grab at his hips now, sliding out of him to turn his body in the bed. he's face down and seems to think you'll let him rest a little, but you guide your cock back into his inviting hole. "that's it, you take me so well each time peter"

"wait– i'm too.. mmmggh" his complain dies when your second thrust goes straight to his prostate. he rests his head sideways and you can see the conflict in his expression. "too soon.. i'm really fucking sensitive i- i can't–" sure he can. you slap one of his ass cheeks and his lower back arches towards your dick, making you smile and hold into his hips. he moans out "stop, stop you'll break me or.."

"break you? you asked for this, love". you make a point by starting out slow, sliding your cock really deep into him and getting almost all the way out in each movement. "said you wanted more even if i was giving it to you, remember?" he doesn't talk back, but you see his hands grabbing the sheets beneath them. "this is what you wanted, am i mistaken?" another two hits into his prostate and his walls squeeze you. that's answer enough for you to go faster, harder. now you're reaching your orgasm, unaware that his sensitive dick grinding in the bed is getting hard from the abuse.

his skin feels hot from where you grab him hard, and if you look at his face you can see his eyes going up in pleasure even if more single tears are getting out. you love seeing his ass bounce in each thrust, the lewd sound it makes each time it makes contact with your skin and it only takes another squeeze from his part to make you cum deep into his hole. his body shivers and you hear him moan again, letting him rest some minutes before you slide out, watching your cum run into his inner thigh. you flip him again, less harshly to help him clean but you encounter the surprise of seeing a wet spot in the bed filled with more cum. peter smiles at you, his voice almost back at his grave nature.

"you made me come three times, you fucker". you laughed a little, getting up in the bed just to kiss him, letting him know you just give him what he wanted. "i know. love you" and the case laid in your table can wait a couple hours more, the crime he bravely fights and the people he shoots and punches can wait also, because you plan to make him feel just as loved as he is for more than three rounds of sex.

[rodolfoparras]

ik ur requests r closed buttttttt could u maybe write a quick drabble thingie 👉👈

ik this is weird but like i’m super into like traditional “masculine manly” men who r like super into “girly” cute things. like hello kitty n wearing pink. so how about with price, pretty please

-🕷️

ps love u

It may have been one two or three drinks at the bar when you had described your ideal type to Price.

You hadn’t been awfully specific in your description. You had just said that you like pretty people, pretty people could be boys, could be girls, could be really anyone, could even be Price.

As he stares at himself in the mirror, he thinks he looks pretty with concealer dabbed lightly on his face to hide any visible imperfections, eyeliner drawn in such way to give a sultry look to his eyes and pink on his lips and cheeks just to feel pretty.

He’d even gone as far as to dig up one of his favorite tops out the closet, the one with a plunging neckline that hugs his pecs just right and shows off his dog tags.

It’s not often he allows himself to look this way, to look pretty. The army wasn’t a place for pretty men and as the captain of a sas squad he rarely allowed himself to look this way.

However today he wasn’t an army man- a captain of a sas squad. Today he was John, just john, the man who’s been pining after his best friend for years and went out his way to get all pretty for you in hopes of you noticing him, and not in the way a friend would spot a familiar face in a crowed but rather in the way someone would lay their eyes on a person that they loved.

However for a second he feels doubt creeping up his back, bile rising up his throat and legs readying themselves to run because you’ve never seen Price dressed up and with make up on.

You’ve only ever seen him with black face paint smeared on his face, dressed in heavy gear that protected vital organs and hid vulnerable parts of his body.

What if when you said you liked pretty people, you didn’t mean pretty women and men, what if Price wasn’t included in your definition of what you think is pretty, what if you laugh in his face when you see him all dressed up with make up on his face what if-

He doesn’t get to grumble on it any further before the door bursts open and you walk in.

“John are you ready to g-“

He braves himself, swallows down the acid burning in his throat, stretches out his hands as if to present himself before saying the words “well how do I look?”

You try to speak, but no words slip past your lips and your voice even embarrassingly breaks, as you try to answer his question.

“Didn’t think you’d feel this strongly about a lad in make-up” he says with a forced chuckle, in an attempt to ease the tension while folding his arms across his chest.

“What no wait-“ you say, words rushing to tumble off your lips while furiously waving your hands in the air.”it’s not like that”

“‘It’s alright, no need to explain let’s get moving before we’re late” he says while brushing past you.

“John” you say as gently grab ahold of his arm.

He just hums in response, a forced smile painted on his face as he turns to meet your gaze, braving himself for what you’re about to say.

“I wanted to say that it suits you” you say and it’s only now he hears the slight crack in your voice the way you’re shyly looking down at the floor while fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yeah?” He says, voice sounding steadier and smile turning much more genuine.

You just hum in response, hand going to his face to swipe away the mascara that smudged on his eyelid before smiling down at him. “Yeah I think you look pretty”

“Pretty?” He echos back to you in response, tone heavy and word carefully uttered as if you’d take them back any second if he said it too loudly.

Your hand cup his cheek, calloused thumb caressing soft skin, and for a second he dares imagine that your eyes flicker down to his lips.

“Very pretty” you say with a smile on your face, touch lasting a bit too long before you drop your hand to gentle grab his elbow.

“Come on, we have to go now or we’ll be late”

[overstuffd]

last one today i think but for so long i used to dream about clearing out an ice cream shop i think from some cartoon but i would love to see empty buckets just piled up around my swollen belly -🕷️🐞

Aww, such a pretty image! I'm thinking about working a shift in a gelato store with you hanging out on a cushion on the floor behind the counter, just out of sight of the customers.

Every time someone makes an order, I fix you a little of the same flavour and pass it to you. For the first few hours of the day it's in a tub with a spoon, and I get to enjoy the sight of you shovelling the sweet cream down your throat.

After a while it gets too much for you, and I start blending each order into a shake. You were struggling to keep spoon feeding yourself, but chugging down the thick, blended mixture is easier.

Still, eventually that's too much for you as well. Not to worry - I let you take a sugar-induced nap until closing, the thousands of calories you've already packed away already churning in your belly and spreading across your soft thighs and ass.

Meanwhile, I'm keeping track of your tab.

By the time you wake up the store is closed. I wipe some of the smeared icecream off your face and coo at how sweet you look.

Then I pull one of the icecream tubs out of the freezer and hand it to you, along with a spoon. My meaning is clear - you're going to be finishing it.

This flavour must have been popular, there's not too much left, and you manage to scrape the tub clean. Rather than take it off you though I leave it on the ground and pull another tub from the freezer.

This one I'm going to feed to you by hand. I need to keep the pace up if you're going to devour all these leftovers before morning.

[yanderestarangel]

Hi! ☺️

I would like to ask why is Priest!Miguel O'Hara bot on JanitorAI hidden? It was so good and I loved it! 😢🩷

Hi my angel, I really don't know what happened some of my bots disappeared from the Janitor a.i but I already republished it today.

Priest Miguel O'Hara

[𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐕] ┆Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

TW : blasphemy, sinful context, brain rot, dark!Miguel, au, idolatry, nsfw, angst.

[ratbugs]

howdy pardner

[kaciidubs]

i saw this post thing about how felix’s adams apple is probably a sweet spot for him and oh my god i think my body is on fire?? it was like jerking him off and kissing and leaving hickes on his adams apple and around it and omg. 🫶

-🕷️

Oh my god of course it would be!!!!

Wait, sit with me and imagine-

Felix is sitting with his back against the headboard while you're straddling one of his thighs, pressing soft kisses against his cheek, jaw, and lips as your hand is working steadily against his dick. His soft moans and whimpers are music to your ears and you can't help but grind yourself down onto his thigh every now and then.

"S-Sunshine, please-" He can barely keep his eyes open as you suck another hickey onto the side of his neck, "C-Can you just put it in already? Please, 'm so hard, I-I'm so close."

"Mm, wanna get you off just like this first, Lix."

You nudge his chin with your nose and he tilts his head back further, and when your lips meet the prominent protrusion of his adam's apple a shuddering moan leaves his lips, his cock twitching in your hand.

"Fuck!"

A sinister smirk curls your lips and you confine yourself to paying attention to that spot and that spot alone, licking and nibbling around it with fervor.

At this point he's practically vibrating against you; what were once quiet moans now unabashed whimpers and gasps, lips set into a pout as you guide him to his climax in near record speed.

"Come on, Lixie, let go for me, baby." You hum against his neck, your arousal now making the glide of your cunt against the muscle of his thigh effortless.

His body shivers before he's coming with a cry, one hand fisting the sheets while the other is holding onto your hip for dear life; his cum landing on his abdomen and coating your hand.

[preppy-drug-addict-spider]

What would be your dream man be like? <3

🩷🕷️"A bartenda' that's a cat, and has a hat."🕷️🩷

★{That rhymed!}★

[ask-spider-mother-kny]

You... you're Rui's mom right...?

“Indeed, I am.”

[wandasaura]

it was missing kmp ladies hour for me so i reread and went through the tag for kmp women thots ✨ i just wanna ask who in kmp has a choking kink and spitting kink? and also do they kinda just fuck in general or do they also have times where they plan scenes like full on preparing for temperature play/roleplay etc? (these are all questions for ummm science ☝️)

- 🕷️

maria has a spit kink, i can see some of the others incorporating it sporadically but maria’s the one you can count on to spit on you anytime she can. eating you out? she’s spitting on your cunt just to make sure you’re wet enough. fucking you with a strap? she’s spitting on her hand and ditching lube. punishment? she’s spitting on your face and rubbing it in before she slaps you.

choking is definitely wanda, however natasha and maria are close seconds just because they know that you love it. wanda’s the one who equally loves it as much as you. hot impromptu sex? she’s holding you against the wall by your neck. she needs you to be quiet? one hands around your neck while her fingers press against your lips and remind you of where you are. teasing? she’ll ever so gently wrap her hand around your neck and ask if you want more but pull away before she does anything.

they definitely fuck in general, especially if they’re high or one of them has been away for a couple of days, having either gone back home during a short break to visit family, or if they traveled for an internship or just a little staycation because school was stressing them out. however, lazy unprepared sex will always come into play on friday nights when maria declares your weekly smoke session. what it is about watching all four of them roll cones and pack bowls? you have absolutely no idea, but it’s an automatic turn on.

elaborate scenes are more reserved for holidays. natasha’s a freak who will beg you to let her be mean on valentine’s day. she’ll bring out paddles and all kinds of toys you don’t normally incorporate. maria likes a christmas roleplay scene, and sometimes wanda joins in because neither of them can resist punishing you for being ‘naughty’. between nat having valentine’s day, maria having christmas, and wanda occasionally deciding that she wants to fuck your brains out whenever a jewish holiday comes around (she doesn’t actively participate in her religion, but she does still recognize the holidays and at the very least attempt to show respect during them. but sometimes the thought of her family is too much and she needs to fuck you elaborately as a distraction. you can always count of your legs feeling like jelly afterwards), carol just claims the week of the air show as her week to get kinky. which… you definitely laughed at the first time she proposed the idea of air show week being her designated time to get rough and dirty with you, but you’d never turn down their requests to have you fully to themselves.

[ghoulishfreak]

I always jerk off to spirals. You just gave them to me. I'm not listening to you. I'm staring because I want to. Yeah. 🕷️

staring because you want to? stupid pet, you don't want anything. you just follow pretty patterns and your own dumb arousal. and soon you'll follow every order i give you. keep looking.

stupid fucking puppy mind can't think. has to sink to spirals. has to obey. keep looking.

jerk off now, to these pretty, pretty spirals. you do it all the time, don't you? so it's easy to obey my command, you want to. you want to jerk off to the spirals i give you. keep looking.

[the-bar-sinister]

Idk how whump writers do it. I wrote a vent fic that was very heavy and I don't typically do that. It's nice that you post about whump a lot cause it makes me feel like I'm not a weird freak (I am but thats unrelated) for writing stuff like that.

First of all-- embrace your inner "weird freak" it's awesome to be a weird freak ;) <3

Second of all, I'm really glad our whump posting can help you feel more comfortable writing about heavy topics!

[taurder]

hii its the noir requester once again 😭 i literally cannot stop reading the most recent one and i need MORE!!!!! can i get noir being a brat with humiliation? maybe hes being snarky and the reader has to put him in his place or smthn 👯‍♂️ thank u sm xx

(by the way, could i be 🕷️ anon? i think it fits pretty well)

top!dom!reader x brat!sub!spider-noir

contains: brat taming, humiliation kink, sub/dom, anal sex, begging, spanking, established relationship, implied vigilante reader.

note: there you go, and you're officially an emoji anon now! enjoy and check if you haven't a shorter thing i wrote about noir here. thanks for the request, keep coming with more, x

"i'm still mad at you" said peter in-between the intense kiss you both were sharing. just a couple minutes ago you were having a heated argument about the last mission you went together, where you made the call to not barge in inside a building without gathering first more information. still, peter got mad even if he followed your lead, and after some yelling and blaming one another now here you were, kissing passionately leaning against the entrance door.

"i feel like you keep forgetting..." even if he was the one who started the kiss after throwing away his mask it seemed that peter still wanted to give you a piece of his mind. "...my enhanced senses, i could've known if we were walking into a– mmghh!" you grabbed his crotch while leaning to steal another kiss, loving the way his body tensed up for the sudden movement.

"i haven't forgot how sensitive you are" you said back, hearing him huff in annoyance for the way you phrased that. he didn't push your hand away, instead rotating his hips towards your touch, trying to keep a serious face. "you have to decide if you want me to touch you more or you want to keep arguing with me" you locked eyes with him, even if he didn't stopped his subtle movements. he wanted to keep yelling, he was always direct on pointing out what he thought was a wrong move.

you pushed your hand more into his covered member, feeling the outline of his cock half way into growing hard. he bite down his tongue to avoid making any sounds. "you need to tell me, noir. i don't want you blaming me for another decision i make, so you take this one" he was irritated, and probably he would've tell you about how you were exaggerating but you have been hearing him nagging all the way home now. yelling, remind you of his powers and being sarcastic with your logic.

you squeezed his crotch, making his eyes flutter and his pissy expression melt for a second before you completely let go of him, putting your hand in his hip, pushing him into the door so he couldn't move more. "well?" you asked expectantly, and he had the nerve to roll his eyes before answering. "keeptouchingme" he mumbled low. he could be argumentative, but he also was a horny bastard who loved being roughen up when you were mad. you pushed more "i didn't hear you, peter, speak up"

"you heard me" horny sometimes didn't crossed out the possibility of having to hear his snarky remarks or bitchy attitude. well, he could be treated just like that. with a smooth move you turned his whole body, now pressing his chest against the door.

he was too clothed for your licking, he had only take off his trenchcoat when you arrived. you leaned towards him, getting your hands around his body so you could undo his belt, hearing him groan a little. he didn't tried to turn or move away though, and it had everything to do with his now noticeable boner. his belt fell on the floor just before you lowered his dress pants leaving them at knee height. he moved slightly and made an attempt to also undo the buttons in his vest but you pushed him forward. no. was all you said, taking both his hands and pinning them against the door.

you didn't have to tell him to keep them there, he just do it by himself after you let go. he groaned again, so you spanked his left cheek, hard. "fuck! maybe warn me next– goddamn" a second and third spank followed right after, and you loved how his ass moved just as his legs tensed up. "if i don't hear you asking for me to stop and fuck you i won't" was your only warning before spanking him again, making his glutes get hot and his dick rock hard. he even put his chest right into the door to push his ass out more after the tenth contact of your hand against his skin.

"look at you, all hard just by this. not even fully naked" he moaned, low and raspy, you were sure he was stopping himself from talking just to piss you off more. the next spank was harder, and you left your hand there, grabbing at the skin and making him yelp. "i could be fucking you half an hour ago, make this fine ass bounce in my dick" he squirmed, pushing his butt closer to you to tease you.

"nah-ah, you heard me. be the loud needy slut you always are and ask for it" you pinched his right cheek just before walking away. you went to the kitchen, still completely able to watch peter's figure and you took a glass and filled it with water, watching him hanging his head between his arms, cursing and mumbling between his teeth before talking loudly enough for you to hear. "please, come touch me" you kept drinking, and his body moved, his forehead now pressed against the door, eyes closed. "please, please, i need you to fuck me".

"finger yourself, for being a brat" you said back and he cursed out again. he only took you seriously when he heard the water on the sink running, you had started washing the dishes. you saw as he exhaled, taking one hand off the door just to guide it to his mouth, biting into his glove to take it off and throw it, covering then his own fingers in as much saliva as he could before putting two inside his hole. you two had a quick session just in the morning, and as you watch him slide a third finger sooner than expected you remembered cumming inside him. was he still wet even if he hadn't put anything more inside?

"please, please, please" he started begging after more minutes, his dick leaking uncontrollably, already making a puddle of semen on the floor. your own cock was hard with the vision, seeing him rock his own body against his three fingers, pants trapped in his legs and fully clothed on top. "you think our neighbors can hear you?" you put the last plate in the dish rack, walking to him, watching him improve his posture for you, raising his ass, showing you how deep his digits were going. "no, i think i'm the only one who knows you like this, right?"

you patted his hip and he stopped fingering his hole, instead pressing his palm again into the door. "yes, yes, fuck me now, i'm good" you took your cock out, barely pushing your pants and underwear down. "good? no love, you've been rude" you spat into his hole, making him squirm again. another two spanks for good measure and just before he was about to complain you sank your length right in.

he moaned, not caring if the thrust made his face crush into the door. he braced himself, both hands leaving nail marks into the wood when you slide out. "but if you milk me good enough i can forgive that, deal?" his confirmation was cut through another moan when you started to really pound into him. spitting more, making sure there wasn't so much friction as you fucked his needy hole.

he found his voice again when any memory of the argument before left his mind and all that was important now was to get your seed inside. he bounced his ass, making the sound of skin against skin be just as filthy as his whimpers. he called your name again and again, making sure you knew now how much he wanted this. how he enjoyed being filled by your cock. and you give it to him just as he asked, being kind enough to aim right into his prostate, to feel in return how his walls tightened.

both couldn't have lasted longer than you did, and it was almost at the same time that he splurt his semen in the door that you fill him with yours. still grabbing at his hips and sliding in and out off him, slowly riding your orgasm. he moaned more after finishing, whinning when you turn him around once more and gently pushed him to stand at the door to kiss him again. the cleaning would come later, of course. "you still mad?" he huffed again, this time a smile creeping in his mouth. "if i say yes we're going another round?" needless to said the argument die right there.

[at1r1-park3r]

Reblog if you say no, and like if you say yes! If not, I don't care, all I need is your opinion!

if you're a maybe, just say so in the comments.

[overstuffd]

i really wish i could spend a day or maybe a weekend (or more) just trying to smoke and take edibles to see how high i need to get in order to just clear out the fridge or better yet go to a buffet if i had someone to make sure my dosage was up i could only imagine how much i could eat and gain in a small time period -🕷️🐞

Taking the idea of a green day and strecthing it into a green week.

The only things going between your lips for seven days are pipes, joints, edibles, anything that will go right to your wasitline - and me of course.

Spending a whole day alternating bong hits, slurps of shakes and my fingers in my mouth until you're completely dazed.

Spending another day seeing how many layers of drowsy pliability I can build feeding you edible after edible, ignoring you when you ask why you're feeling so strange, or just offering soft words of encouragement to take another bite.

Waiting until day 7 to really pusgh you to your limit. Waking you up with a packed bong and a few gummies but not the hefty breakfast you're used to. Every time you beg me for a snack pushing another fat joint between your lips, or my cock if you're getting to whiny for my taste.

On your unusually empty stomach the drugs hit you even harder, and soon you're a glazed mess, letting me lead you to the car and take you down to the buffet in town.

Encouraging to hit the pen before we go in - just one more, for me - the rumbling of your stomach matching the desperate expression on your face.

Taking you into the buffet, putting a plate on a tray so you don't waste any energy carrying it yourself. Noticing everything you look at hungrily but don;t grab and filling a second plate with that. Sliding into the booth across from you and watching you dig into both heaping piles of food, the ravenous hunger from my week of training combining with the weed to make you completely insatiable.

We won;t be leaving for a long time, but if you're good I'll take you into the parking lot for a few more hits before we grab dessert.

[john-macnamara]

Hey arsehole, you realise that I don't need you to carry a phone to find out what the fuck you're doing, right??

-🕷

Motherfucker-

No, but then I don’t have to see your texts.