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[avenxizz]

back in the game with some killugon on a date!!

[anachronistic-falsehood]

sighs wistfully and kicks my feet and stares into space while smiling and u think i’m thinking about a cute boy but no actually i am thinking about qpac ripping qcellbit limb from limb and tearing the meat off his bones with his teeth <3

[butchdykekondraki]

"sweettimeswithscar" <3

[zorosdimples]

being childhood friends with yuuji…

your parents are close and you’re both the same age, so you grow up attached at the hip. you do everything together: learn how to tie your shoes, ride the school bus, take swimming lessons, attend birthday parties.

it isn’t until high school that you start drifting apart. yuuji is gifted at sports and you’re neck deep in college prep; you care for one another still, but you don’t have time to hang out. you’re both too busy and usually forego any get-togethers that your parents have.

the last time you see yuuji for many years is before you go to college. you attend separate schools: he gets a sports scholarship, you get an academic scholarship. you both have fond memories of one another, but things aren’t how they used to be.

it isn’t until after you graduate college and start the soul-sucking corporate grind that you see your childhood best friend again. you’re visiting your parents one weekend and a surprise guest shows up: yuuji.

the boy you once knew is now a man. he grew into his too-large feet, it seems: he’s tall and broad and undeniably strong. his skin looks sunkissed—did he always have those freckles across the bridge of his nose? and his eyes are rich and smooth, an overflowing spoonful of honey.

the smile that graces his lips is devastating when his gaze meets yours. you swear the butterflies in your stomach will lift you off of the floor. you wonder what you look like from his perspective. is he disappointed?

the hug that yuuji gives you is imbued with the love he has felt for as long as he can remember; it’s the love that scared him as a boy, the love he tried to shake in college, the love that he’s now determined to hold onto—if you’ll have him.

[poppy-metal]

we as a nation don’t talk about how much patrick loves to be degraded. because he hates himself, and a twisted part of him loves his fears to be confirmed, to give himself over to being terrible and debauched and for someone, a hot girl, you to tell him you know what he is, you know he’s bad and dirty and you know how little respect he deserves because of it. it’s such a relief to let go of the guilt of being terrible, and just be terrible. fucks you so nasty. legs spread in a v beneath him, kept open by his gripping hands. digs your pussy out, lunges forward and forward and forward inside you like he hates you. whimpers and grunts above, and looks into your tooth-gritted face with so much adoration. you try as hard as you can to maintain some composure, but you growl in stifled pleasure: “you’re a cheap fucking whore. you’d fuck anything that moves if i let you, wouldn’t you?”

“yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

brainless and guiltless, he chases the suckling heat of your cunt.

“yeah?” you sneer.

his spittle flies onto the pillow under your head and his cheek throbs, the sound of the cutting slap to his face mingling seamlessly with the slap of his thighs against your ass. he moans deeply, and his hips stutter but never still. your cunt tightens around him.

“you don’t even know what you’re agreeing to, you- you big dumb slut. listen to me when i speak or you’ll have to jerk yourself off for a fucking change.”

he swallows, and you pant as his adam’s apple bobs.

“no, no. please. please.”

“if you want to fuck this pussy you better prove to me you deserve it.”

and he will. he’ll do anything to deserve it.

YEWWWW GET IT

he hates himself so much that he needs degradation as much as he needs praise. when he's especially worked up - on the edge of self destruction or self sabotage - you pull him back to you with claws and teeth, reminding him his place is beneath you.

when he's being an asshole for no particular reason, and usually that's your perogative, the one picking petty fights - and it doesn't take him long to piss you off, get under your skin. think he probably calls you pathetic. you're really wasting your time on a deadbeat like him? just for some dick? what does that say about your self confidence?

and you know what he's trying to do. it's not about you so much as it's about himself and his own self confidence issues. thinks he's not shit and you're just going to drop him one day like art and tashi did - hell, hes practically inviting you too - holding the door open and promising to drink himself stupid as soon as you do.

and it's that knowledge that truly pisses you off- more than any of his words could. you're so sick of this smarmy asshole forcing his way into your heart and into your bed and twisting you all up inside only to act like a sad sack of shit because of his stupid childhood insecurities that you had nothing to do with.

maybe you could talk it out with him - truly get to the bottom of the problem. except you're not exactly the model for healthy behaviors either.

you fuck him instead.

when he tells you to fuck off and stop nagging at him you make it halfway to the door before you spin around and stalk back to where he's slouched into his ratty little couch - you yank his bottle of beer out of his hands and fling it across the floor, ignoring his sharp "the fuck?!" when you do.

your hand whips out to slap him, careening his cheek to the right - a bright red mark immediately appearing as blood rushes to the surface of his skin. he looks at you incredulously, his eyes wild and his lip split and bubbling with a bead of blood - he looks enraged, like he's about to stand up and choke you out - and if this had been a fight you started, you might let him do just that - hell, it'd be the exact outcome you wanted.

instead, before he has the chance - you lean down and crash your mouth to his. tugging his bottom bloody lip between your teeth and biting down hard, until he groans in pain and grips your waist in his hands. you pull back just to wrap a hand around his throat as you shove his head back against the couch, crawl into his lap and glare down at his flushed face.

"you're such a piece of shit and an asshole." you snap - reaching down with your free hand to yank at his belt, ripping it through the straps roughly and moving onto his zipper next. "you're like a fucking child, you know that? throwing tantrums because you can't communicate. you don't want me to leave." the hiss of the zipper as you drag it down. patrick still seems stunned by your slap - in a daze almost as you dip your hand into the hole of his jeans and fist his cock. "you'd fucking cry yourself to sleep thinking about me fucking some other guy."

finally, patrick snaps out of it - hips jerking as you grip his thickening dick in your hard grasp - hissing when you fish him out - "you're such a bitch." he volleys back at you, a weak insult. "I don't give a fuck - shit - what you do." he grits his teeth to near breaking them when you lean up and pull your panties to the side. the flash of your cunt just under your skirt blanking his brain. he'd make a comment on what a cockhungry slut you are, coming by his apartment with such a short skirt, but he's not on his A game today.

"yeah you do." you answer. you tip his chin even further back with your hand around his throat as you sink down on his cock with one push down of your hips. he groans, lashes fluttering. you grip the couch behind his head for leverage. "everyone thinks you're this devil may care playboy - but I know what you are -" you slowly drag your aching cunt up his thick cock, until just his fat tip is plugging your hole. " - you're a little pussywhipped bitch."

you slam your cunt down on him and feel his throat spasm under your palm as he chokes. "oh fuck -"

you start bouncing then, vigorous and mean - taking what you want. everyime you come down your clit catches on his belt buckle and the friction is so fucking good - you know you won't last long. and that's okay, because you'll be making him cream you up quick.

"trying to be shitty to the only girl who puts up with your loser ass, the fuck are you thinking, huh?" you slap him again, the scruff of his cheek scratching against your palm. you let your genuine anger come through your voice as you ride him. "what if I really left? you'd probably kill yourself you're such a goddamn health hazard. you're lucky you have such a huge cock."

patricks eyes roll back and his lips fall open. your pussy squeezes like a vice around him, hot and tender and fuck - he knows you're right. he'd literally be lost without this - he's become so dependent on this, on you - he'd fall apart if you genuinely went away. his fingers slide under your skirt and grip the fatty meat of your ass - groaning helplessly as you fuck him stupid on his cheap ass couch.

"s - shit. goddamn.," he can't think. no smart remarks in his head. just the sweltering bliss of your pussy sucking on his dick. "fuck. fuck - "

you wish you'd had the mind to get him fully naked - but you'd been so mad - you want to feel his bare skin on yours, his hips pounding yours into the couch - until the ratty thing collapses. your hands dive into his thick dark hair, gripping the strands roughly as you bounce furiously on and off his dick. "you piss me off," you grunt, half angry half horny as hell. "you piss me the fuck off."

"I know." he whines. squeezes your asscheeks as if in apology. "im sorry - I'm sorry, baby. I'm the worst - worst fucking man alive -"

you nod. "uh huh. stupid - f- fucking asshole. god, if I didn't love this dick so much -" he's hitting so deep inside you, but you want it even deeper. plunging and tunneling in and out, thos fat balls of his beating up against your asshole as he takes your tight pussy.

"fuck. use me. use my dick, baby - tell me how to fuck that pussy so she'll k- keep comin' back for more - "

"on top of me," you gasp, rutting back and forth in his lap, your hands kneading his shoulder - wanting his shirt off, wanting him naked. "pound my pussy - "

you're underneath him immediately.

[starii-lins]

woah trad doodles thats crazy

p.ai.nter <33333333

[johnslittlespoon]

seeing everyone talking about callum's 'think of england' short film today so dropping the link here since a lot of people don't know where to find it! :-) <3

https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1ut411x7od/

sometimes it won't work if you click on it, you might have to copy and paste it idk why lol

[dovewingkinnie]

i was about to say an official fnaf comic would be such a banger then i remembered. what we actually got.

[caseythebunnyboy]

"hello!! 💜 i bought a cute new outfit, wanna see? 😊" i say innocently with the intention of getting you to fuck me uncontrollably in said outfit

[fatuismooches]

It's no secret that Dottore and his segments are quite possessive of you, getting jealous if you spend a bit too much time with others when it could be far better spent with them instead. This often leads to them biting and nipping you as punishment. However, what this accidentally led to was a sort of competition between the segments. One segment would leave you with his own marks, and then another would see said bites on your skin. No doubt that same sense of possessiveness would rise up again and now this segment would feel the need to leave even more bite marks on your skin. And it keeps going... and going... you don't know how to differentiate which segment left which mark, but it seems the segments do somehow, from their scoffs and mumbles before they bury their face in your neck. So basically, it's like a game of catch, you're the ball, and none of them are willing to be the loser.

[flor4de4amor]

carmy x waitress!reader, but she doesn’t work at the beef. she works at some dingy old diner that he comes to after work n destress.

[satorena]

someone teach me to write for somebody other than gojo pls n ty

[xjealousdollx]

one day!! >/////<""

[timetodiverge]

Crosshair & Omega | The Bad Batch Season 3

Rey | The Force Awakens

[sea-lanterns]

Sometimes I can’t believe women are real. They’re so beautiful. How is it possible that I, a woman, can love other women…

Beautiful creatures loving beautiful creatures <3

[assmaster-8000]

OKAY NOW THAT IM FINALLY FREE PREPARE FOR MY ASKS TO STEADILY FLOW IN BECAUSE YOU GET ME™️ was having thoughts about waking up to cécile thanks to your artwork (other things were going on that didn’t involve sleeping anndkss) but idk something about the softness of that vs him is just…it does something to me okay

also having thoughts about him fighting the urge to look at you in a certain way while you interact with gael

also having thoughts about taking advantage of him being off duty

and your tags on my fic meant sooo much to me, thank you again I’m so happy you liked it, talking to you about him made me think how important picking up on his body language would be for your mental sanity, and you’d have to be damn good at it too

no literally!!!! waking to cécile KILLS ME BECAUSE OF THAT ONE ASKKKK 😭😭😭👊👊👊👊

nsfw mention in the last paragraph

WHAT DO YOU MEAN CÉCILE DOESN'T SLEEP THE WHOLE NIGHT BECAUSE HE'S TOO ENAMOURED BY THE VULNERABILITY YOU'VE SHOWN HIM BY FALLING ASLEEP IN HIS BED AND THE VULNERABILITY YOU'VE PRIED OUT OF HIM FOR EVEN LETTING YOU BETWEEN THE SHEETS?????? OR MAYBE HE'S SCARED AS IN SO VERY SCARED OF THE WAY YOU'VE DESTROYED HIM BEYOND REPAIR BECAUSE NOW THAT HE'S HAD YOU HE'S GONNA KEEP WANTING YOU TILL HE HAS ALL OF YOU AND THAT THOUGHT IS MORTIFYING TO THE CLOSED, HOLLOW HEART OF HIS??? OR MAYBE HE HASN'T SLEPT NEXT TO SOMEONE IN SO LONG THAT THE FEELING OF YOUR BODY IS TRULY FOREIGN TO HIM AND HE CAN'T HELP BUT LEARN ALL OF YOU EVEN WHEN, OR ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE ASLEEP????????????? WHAT THA FARRKKKKK i think the first night with cécile is gonna be 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 because he's denied you for so long that he just... snaps. he snaps and he'll have you no natter what. but after the sex, after the passion? he's angry, shocked— scared. what have you done to him? and he has to get up early in the morning because he can't stand the thought of you seeing him like this past the lust BUT HE STAYS ANYWAYS UNTIL YOU WAKE UP. IM SICK. IM FUCKING SICK. RAVENSTAR DEVS ARE YOU HAPPY TO SEE ME CRY?? CÉCILE IS ALL DRESSED AND CLEANED UNTIL YOU WAKE UP AND KNOWING ACTS OF SERVICE IS SEWN INTO HIM, HE MIGHT HELP YOU FRESHEN UP BEFORE HE GOES OFF TO WORK. HE'LL SAY IT'S BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU TWO WITH YOUR ' GRAVE INABILITY FOR DECORUM' AND MAYBE SO BUT CÉCILE, FOR ALL HIS CUTTING FORTHRIGHTNESS, HAS THINGS HE CAN NEVER ADMIT. SO HE'LL ALLOW HIS GAZE TO LINGER ON YOU BEFORE HE GOES BACK TO FIGHTING OFF AN UNBIDDEN DESIRE (DESIRE? LUST? NEED? HE DAREN'T THINK OF THE OTHER DIRTIER WORD BEGINNING WITH 'L')

ahem. pardon my french i got a little carried away! also a certain way goes so many ways here LOL i think for the most part he'd just be looking at you like you're a roach buzzing around gael. his master is a respectable and noble man and you're... you 🤨🤨🤨 unfortunately he can't let his face do all the talking because believe it or not, gael doesn't want his bodyguard to stare murderously at his guest.

the other way is the one that screams with conflict. again i really have to know what cécile thinks of his love for mc in relation to his love for gael because i have no doubt that even when you reach the end goal and become cécile's world, gael is still gonna mean so so much to him. at that point, would he sacrifice everything else for you? yes. but he knows the world includes gael too and it's a part of him nothing, and i mean nothing can heal. what im trying to say is; does cécile feel even more pained, looking at you when you're standing right next to his master only in name, now? can he stand to look honestly at gael when the bane of existence and the recipient of all his need makes things so fucking difficult? he has never been on gael's level, and for good reason.

he has no right to ask for gael's forgiveness nor understanding - even though gael would forgive him in every life time like jesus willingly kissed judas - but he can't help but... need to know. just this once, the loyal hound strays and he's sorry. he's so, so sorry. please know (yes, i know) that he did not go willingly (of course you did, and it's okay), that he will always love gael (i have no doubts about that, but it's about time you have a love to call your own, now - a master and a pet only for you).

and he can't help it, the smaller feeling crawling underneath his skin. that the exact same master he loves so dearly could treat you better than cécile could by miles— gael could sweep you off your feet, and cécile wouldn't even be angry.

also sorry but 'taking advantage of him' while he's off duty snapped me out of my angsty mindset and immediately got me huffing like a dog. heartbreak time over, we're pulling cécile into a bathroom stall to suck that dick till it's blue and black before sending him off again 🤷