#YOU get paid way more than me to do FUCK ALL

[lov3darlings]

darlings thoughts, figureskater!reader (18+)

cw: smut obviously, cock warming, implied sugar daddy, age gap

thinking about being lando norris' controversially young gf who acts like it's a six year age gap is not thattt big. besides f1 fans are not new to controversial relationships in the new grid. he's spoiling you with whatever he can. new blades with your name on it and his initials in very tiny font that the cameras can't catch. he's buying you multiple replicas of the same dress so that he can tear it off of you after every competion.

irrespective of your stance on the podium. well, it does matter. when you get the gold he's the sweet guy but anything less than that awaits a punishment. he says that he's pushing you to your best abilities better than you coach.

each quad jump, spin, new world record made or broken foesters rewards like those stella mccartney shoes you said you wanted, that vera wang dress, a Laferrari, his fingers, his cock. whatever you like.

"there's my champ, my girl," he says pulling you into a hug as the gold medal hung around your neck and another grand prix final champion title, metaphorically, on your shoulders. "you were amazing out there as always," he mumbled into your neck making you blush. his behaviour even in bed is usually sweet, singing your praises as he stretches out your cunt.

the green dress, previously adorned in rhinestones and glitter torn down to shreddes on the bedroom floor along with your skin coloured tights. the gold medal and team jacket somewhere along the pile of clothes.

"lan—"you sobbed, coming undone on his cock. "your sweet cunt was made for my cock," he groans, bullying his cock into your cunt until he came. his cum painting your walls white. lando shoved his middle and ring finger into you cunt, stuffing the sitcky liquid back. your legs were already aching from the competion. you sure would be sore tomorrow.

he adjusts himself between you thighs. your legs over his shoulder and his face between your weeping cunt. already overstimulated, you try to push him away as he peppers kisses on your sore cunt. "don't you dare push me away. you're gonna take it like the champ you are," he bits on your inner thigh. "aren't you one doll? aren't you my champ, my pretty girl?" he asks before lapping up at your juices.

he knows how much you crave his praise, his validation. motherfucker knows how to get his way to you heart and your cunt.

lando is undoubtedly a jealous man and it shines (in bed) when you have pair performances for gala.

"didn't know he paid for the skates and dresses you wear huh?" he cocks his head to side. his cock burried in you but not doing anything. "baby please," you mumbled, trying to move in his lap to get some friction but his arms on your waist kept you in locked in a place.

"please what, darling?" he smirked. "please just do something," you buried your head in his neck. "something like this?" he asks, suddenly thrusting in you earning a squeal of a moan. "yeah," you breathe in.

"well then gorgeous, come on beg for it, say who you belong to," he pinches your waist. "baby please, please fuck me, i belong to you. please, please, please just fuck me." yeah you weren't afriad of a little begging if it meant he fucked you well.

"mhhm, say it a little louder," he said. you obliged, repeating your pleas again. "again." "can't hear you." "beg for it more." "once again." he made you repeat yourself again and again until he was satisfied and the words were drilled into your brain. only then to reward you.

lando excitedly awaits the end of season. his obviously, but more so yours. finally when he can drag you all around the world for a few months before you need to start preparing for another season of winning. but not only that, he loves when his beloved comes into his arms running after winning yet another world championship.

he can finally make her try both the dresses so that he can take his painfully slow time to tear it off of her and reward you by leaving you breathless in the monaco night. in his yatch, car, paddocks around the world, everywhere he pleased and by sneakily stealing away your ability to walk for a couple of days.

[unluckilyimnot]

Friend trying to win your bf over/talking shit behind your back

Characters: isagi, sae, rin, karasu, nagi

Note : I did this for a request but I'll do it with more fandom (genshin and windbreaker), so tell me if anyone want one with a character in particular (hc / one shot...) or another fandom

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m.list | rules

Sae

Sae's not there to be fucked around or around people he loves

So let's just say that your friend looking down on you will only happen once 

He hates the way she interrupts you to talk about her own feelings or point of you to HIM 

Why would he care about someone else? 

"Nobody cares. Go on, Dear."

He's not scared to speak for everyone since he clearly realized she's trying to steal time and space from you specifically 

He's the type to just stop listening to her of answer her – not that he paid much attention before 

It's almost boring how quickly he reacts, but he can't accept someone hurting you when your his everything 

Rin

Same as Sae, he's not open to other people and rarely care about them 

He's less blunt though

He doesn't really like your friend for the start but he'd almost admire her persistence if it wasn't turned against you

He's lost count of how many times he just sighs at her face or side eyes her to death when she's trying to be better than you 

He'll generally put up with it if you can defend yourself but he also turned her down a lot when he's tired of it

He's impressed how quick you shut her up the second she tries to touch him though

He hates it and you can't put up with that, she can try to look down to you in front of your bf but she can't step too close in his personal space

Rin convince you to cut her off after that

Yoichi

Does realize what's she trying to do but LATE 

He really thought for a long time that she was just trying to be included and to get to know what he liked so he wasn't left out

He also told you that you were exaggerating the few first times you mention her attitude 

It honestly put your relationship in danger bc he couldn't get himself to push her away when she got a bit too close to him or he ended up listening to her more than you 

It took his friends to mention her weird attitude around you two, PLUS you yelling him to open his eyes before he finally get to realize she was like this only with him 

And how much she looked down on you on every chance she had 

He's more than quick to turn her down after that and oh gods, he's doing his best to regain your trust

Karasu

He's not buying her overly cute and harmless behavior but still let her a chance 

He also get the chance to understand why you think so low of yourself, with friends like her around 

He's careful around her, staying close to you, paying close attention to you and assuring you that you're doing enough when she tries to push you down 

He's sick to see that she's always trying to get close to him even if he brings every conversation to you, even if you're not here

He push her away before you get the chance to do so, and then insisted for you to cut her from your life 

Nagi 

He's honestly not interested in anyone but you and his few close friends, so let's say it doesn't go the way she wants to 

She can talk to him all she wants, he's not listening, he doesn't even realize it's for him 

He only thinks she's full of herself and boring to be around 

You're probably annoyed and frustrated at first, and you talk to him about it

But when he tells you that he find her so boring you can't help but laugh and let her do so much before cutting her off 

But not before nagi told her himself that she's so boring he wants to leave every time he sees her

Let me know if you liked it !!

[knot-ee]

Suguru wasn't entirely convinced this was reality. What were the odd that two best friends would reunite among monkeys -- both of them doing something that was so unlike them, which turned into something of an argument, which then turned into sex. Japan was small. The jujutsu world smaller still. A reunion was inevitable even though he knew Satoru specifically fought against it; a reunion meant he would have to attack and apprehend Suguru. Try to at least.

And if Satoru didn't try in the first place he wasn't held accountable. Suguru KNEW Satoru Thought he did. He knew Satoru would fully come into his powers and enjoy it, and he knew when he left jujutsu society Satoru wouldn't follow him. He didn't know what Satoru was sexually frustrated. Sexually anything was a surprise. Satoru was able to get hard for the boy who abandoned him and their friendship all of those years ago.

It was simply too good. Too good that Suguru wouldn't be surprised if with a thrust of Satoru's hips, Suguru would wake up. He hadn't been sleeping well so consumed with hate, goals, and stress, but this could be a deep sleep. Or maybe some sorcerer or curse had bested him -- he doubted this yet it seemed more plausible than the famed Satoru Gojo fucking him deep. Suguru breathed and relaxed his muscles. It came with practice to allow something as big as Satoru's cock inside of him until pelvic bones connected to Suguru's plump ass.

Suguru had his fair share of men but funnily and cruelly enough, he had a better gag reflex than his hole was used to taking such a thick cock. Fuck Satoru's power but bless his body. Suguru's eyelashes fluttered. His purple eyes were glazed over with delight. Soft moans filtered out his with breaths as his hole stretched and got used to Satoru's size.

Then with Satoru drawing back his hips to thrust forward, his entire body tensed and a moan was punched out of him. Their moans were mingling. They were breathing each other in. Tasting each other. Consuming their groans and moans of pleasure. Suguru stuck out his tongue to lick Satoru's lips as the white haired sorcerer spoke. He always liked talking. It was cute in a way. Suguru kissed him before replying.

“ You should have.. ahhhh told me you ahh were this big. ”

Sorcerers were strong. It really made it no fun to fuck humans if Suguru even felt remotely inclined. If Satoru could actually go through with his promise, then Suguru would be pleasantly surprised. He wanted to be fucked senseless but only on HIS terms. Suguru's stretched out hole tightened and then relaxed. He paid attention to the sound of their bodies fitting together; the lube and sweat making for a delicious slapping noise with each of Satoru's thrusts. Suguru wanted to stroke his own dick but he kept holding onto his friend. Blunt but manicured nails gripped him harder.

“ I want you, Satoru. So fuck me good. Fuck me so good, Satoru. ”

Suguru threw his head back and moaned loud. His rocking body making the bed shake back and forth. He bit his bottom lip like he was suppressing his moans but they still came out, albeit slightly whiny and more high pitched.

“ Yeeees~. ”

He was being worshipped. No, Satoru was loving him, he knew this but didn't want to accept it. Lips felt hot on his neck and cock felt molten pumping in and out of him.

Yes, Suguru was beautiful. He always has been. Satoru still remembered the first time he saw Suguru. The way his heart had never skipped a beat in his life until that moment. He didn’t know then, he didn’t know for a long time that Suguru was the love of his life. Well a part of him probably knew, he knew that Suguru was special but he realized exactly how special far too late. He took Suguru by his side for granted. In some ways it was almost like he deserved to be left behind and abandoned, he knows this now.

But yes, even after everything that Suguru has done, what he will probably continue to do, Satoru still couldn’t help but find him beautiful. This was still his best friend, the only best friend he would ever have. The love of his life. Satoru didn’t even try to love another not really, he didn’t need to try to know that there would never be anyone else but Suguru in his heart.

The sight alone of Suguru laying their legs apart as if on display just for him, waiting just for him, it was enough to drive Satoru insane. He moves in with predatory speed and desire gripping Suguru’s thighs tightly as he pulls him closer. Loss in bliss from the way their lips seem to connect so easily. The way Suguru tasted and felt was like no other pleasure in the world.

The way his tight hole seemed to grip around Satoru’s cock so tightly, so deliciously tight, it had his eyes wide and moaning into Suguru’s mouth. It was like his brain and senses were going haywire with how good it felt. Before he could take the time to just pause, wait not only to see if Suguru was alright but to allow himself to get used to the feeling, Suguru was already bringing him in closer, forcing Satoru’s cock in deeper and he groans.

Finally, his eyes fall shut for a moment but he quickly opens them again to fixate his blue eyes on those purple ones in front of him. However, he was more than willing to give Suguru what he wanted though. He obliges him and presses in deeper, loving the way Suguru’s fingers drag up his back and into his hair. It only encouraged him further to push deeper and deeper until he was sheathed all the way inside Suguru.

“Fuck… you feel so good. Even better than I could have imagined.”

He murmurs against Suguru’s mouth. Slowly he starts moving his hips. Suguru is saying he doesn’t have to be gentle but is it boring if he wants to be? If he at least wants to just at first so that he can take his time and enjoy every second of being inside of Suguru.

“Tell me you want me, Suguru and I’ll fuck you so damn good, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Satoru’s voice turns almost desperate. There was so much he wanted to say so much he needed to say, though he wasn’t willing to risk it just yet and scare Suguru off.

I will fuck you so good, you’ll keep coming back for more.

That is what he is thinking. He knows Suguru will try to run off after this, to evade him again for years to come, but Satoru wasn’t letting him go this time. He was going to show him that. Each thrust goes in a little deeper, harder, and faster. He’s experimenting a little, looking for just the right angle, amazed at how good it feels to have Sguuru’s warmth enveloping him like this. It’s almost too much…

“Suguru…”

He groans softly, nipping his lower lip before he trailing his mouth down his neck again, eager to mark him as he fucks him thoroughly. Determined to mark Suguru in every way possible.

[altoskh]

Imso tired man. I'm so tired. Why do I work this hard I am so FUCKING over this shit

[californiaquail]

anyone else feeling fundamentally incapable of adjusting to society. also just discovered there's a 30 tag limit which i can't believe i've never hit before

[pa-pa-plasma]

i don't think i'll ever get over how people treat kids that aren't good in school as worthless no matter what. "oh it can't be that bad" my guy idk how to tell you this but the last time i went to a normal high school the principal called me into his office to brag about how he failed me in all of my classes before the semester was even finished & i should quit while i'm ahead cuz i'm too stupid ("officially" diagnosed as such by a school counselor & a psychiatrist!!) to succeed. & this is considered normal

[aenramsden]

I did actually have an interesting idea for an AU where the roles basically get swapped around - Vander dies on the bridge as he charges the Enforcers to put his body between them and his friends, losing his life but taking a dozen men with him as he just refuses to go down. Silco loses his appetite for violence, never having had that do-or-die fight for his life while drowning that changed him so radically. And Felicia survives, but loses her husband and her best friend and goes “okay, I am going to make this city better for my girls, whatever it takes”. The industrialist mafia don route is hers, in this timeline.

The idea was that Vi would have been old enough when this went down to kinda start side-eyeing how her mother had changed so much and so suddenly, and also had some issues around Powder being very much mom’s favourite child with her enthusiasm for tinkering, so she hangs around Uncle Silco at the bar more and gets introduced to his lost-their-fire revolutionist buddies and learns theory from him (you cannot tell me that young twink Silco didn’t go off on radical leftist revolutionary political theory), resulting in a Vi who’s still angry at Piltover and not content with the status quo and wants to act and fight back, but who trades some raw ferocity and power in her fist-fighting for precision and dirty fighting, and who can actually verbalise her thoughts and better argue back against Caitlyn about social justice if and when they meet.

Powder, on the other hand, is a lot more settled and less crazy in the sense of trauma and the Scribbles, but is Mom’s Favourite and absolutely idolises Felicia and wants to be just like her when she grows up. She listens to everything her mother says about revenge on the Topsiders and how sometimes violence is necessary for change, and you have to let them think you’re harmless and useful to them right up until you spring the trap, and Powder’s bombs will be the key to getting Zaun its freedom, and Vi is kind of uncomfortably aware that her little sister is getting progressively more and more radicalised by their mother but has no way of actually, like, stopping it.

Not until little Powder gets entered - as a paid student, daughter of a wealthy industrialist who always seems to show up with her 6”7’ heavily tattooed bald “secretary” (Vi is sure she could take him) and the tall buff cloak-wearing woman she calls her “assistant” - into the Piltover Academy. To learn more about mechanisms and chemistry and science and all the other advancements the City of Progress has given the world. “The only way to defeat someone more powerful than you,” her mother tells her, “is to learn to use their own tools against them”.

And Vi is fine with that. She’s fine. Of course Powder should be the one to go to the Academy. Vi knows her little sister is the smart one. She doesn’t even want to learn from Topsiders herself. Who cares if she wasn’t even given the option, when she’d just have turned it down? She’s fine with it. Maybe this will even backfire on Mom, get Powder seeing the Pilties as people - asshole people, yes, people who don’t pay enough fucking attention to what’s going on under their feet, but people who deserve some level of violence higher than “nothing” but lower than whatever Mom is planning that probably involves levelling most of what’s on that side of the river. She’s been trying to work out how to phrase that without gagging on the words as they come out sounding like she’s defending the people who fund the Enforcers, so if this does it for her, that’s fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

But maybe she trails along with Pow-pow just to get a look at this place her little sister will be going. You know, scope it out, get the lay of the land, that sort of thing.

And maybe she runs into a girl there.

Who knows where things might go next?

Ok so I've seen and read a bunch of 'Oh what if Silco took in Vi instead of powder' etc type fics, very noice.

But has anyone seen/wrote one where, instead of Vander taking them in, it's Silco that finds Vi and Powder on the bridge? Like episode one, babies Vi and Powder? I wanna know. I wanna read that. I know he was like, busy getting up after Vander beat the shit out of him at the time (unless I've got my time-lines mixed up) but still, I think it'd be fun since he knew their parents too.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

My mom told me the other day that it was gonna seem like I was trying to date my friend if I payed for her ticket to a show, so maybe you should try and pay for his food and that’ll indicate your intentions lol 😅

LMAO fuck maybe I could try that 😂

[kavehayati]

Man I just give up.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Just applied for a summer childcare position (like for a camp type thing) that pays 20–28 dollars an hour based on qualifications (I should be towards the end of that scale because I work in a school; and the only requirement the job lists is to be 16 and have experience with children). So hopefully they’ll consider me. That would be wonderful.

[nacrelysis]

how are you a billionaire and you still don't pay your fucking bills. god.

this is a level of incompetence i've never fucking SEEN before. and I'M the person who ends up carrying the group projects.

[nonokoko13]

Why can't people like a celebrity without imagine them as queer? Can't people like Taylor music without go saying she's lesbian/queer when she hasn't said anything about that. Pretty sure if she was attracted to women she would have already said it 🫠

Even in the hypothetical scenario where she was queer indeed pressuring somebody to come out or out them yourself is selfish, stupid, dangerous, toxic and overall fucked up (-᷅_-᷄)

We have so many queer pop icons out of the closet but you need to headcanon your favourite ally/het as lgbt for...comfort reasons? Just because she's your fav? Because you are queer? Dude she's not a fictional character can you not spread false information or discuss real people orientations and just enjoy their content 💀

all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

[sleeperagentclone]

"I can't wait around for the owner, I have other places to be" Then why are you still here bitch? Fucking goooooo

[alltingfinns]

I post one Calvin and Hobbes comic to a whole 11 notes and then I post another with as much fanfare and tagging to 400+ notes exploding my phone for the last 24 hours.

Algorithm? This site doesn’t even have a formula! Post popularity should be used for random number generation honestly.

[nochepsicodelica]

NSFW

"Don't forget how badly you said you wanted this when it gets to be too much, 'kay, mama?"

A warning that you paid no mind to and instead giggled at, because Toji kissed your knuckles and your forehead when he finished binding your wrists together. You thought he wouldn't be too hard on you, and even if he was, you have a trick up your sleeve. You know that if you beg hard enough with shimmering eyes, he becomes a little more lenient. He eases up on you and gentleness starts to seep into his actions.

Well, that didn't work. Not this time. This time, he wanted to give you everything you asked for and more.

"Fuck..." Toji groans. "Look at that, ma." He displays his cum soaked, glistening fingers and shows you an update on the juices that have made their way down his wrist. "Come on, open your eyes and look," he says, patting your thigh.

Your bottom lip quivers and your eyes flutter open, your dim, weary gaze darting to the face of the man inflicting all these varying sensations your body is feeling.

"Not at my mug. Look at my hand and my forearm," Toji instructs, trying hard not to smirk at how utterly debauched you look. You look like you're going to cry, again. "Messy girl, you did that."

You mumble something quiet and unintelligible, and like a shark, Toji devours your pathetic attempt to speak. "Louder. I know you can be louder, or do you need some encouragement?" He asks, ghosting the knuckle of his index finger along your slit, resulting in your body full on jolting.

"Sorry!" You cry out, loud enough to have Toji laughing at your frantic repetition. "I said-- said i'm sorry," you stutter out, your voice unsteady.

You're ruined, yet somehow, this is a sight that has Toji's heart racing, like he's falling in love with you for the millionth time. It puts him through a conflict. It makes him want to be nice to you, it also makes him want to add on to your ruin, but more than anything, it sadistically makes him want to see you cry, again.

"Don't be sorry. This is what you wanted, right?" Toji groans, quietly, as he lies back down on his stomach, eyes focusing on your glistening cunt, again. "Wanted me to make you cry from the intensity of it all? Said you could handle being overstimulated, didn't you, ma?" His thumb drags up your slit, slow enough to have your inner thighs trembling as he makes his way up towards your overly sensitive clit. "Stay there," he commands, when you squirm the slightest bit away from him. He goes again, this time, dragging the pads of his index and middle fingers through your slicked folds.

"T-Toji," you whimper, your abdomen clenching and quivering with every one of his touches. "Toji, I--" you gasp, feeling the warmth of his tongue dragging through your folds and when you feel his fingers grazing your entrance, you can't help but whimper in anticipation for what's to come.

"Why are you shaking?" Toji asks, looking up at you, condescendingly. You can't scramble quickly enough to respond, before he's feeding his fingers into your drooling cunt. "Wanna cum?" He asks, taking in the sight of your returning tears with a menacing smirk. You don't know what to say, because on one hand, you get another orgasm, but on the other hand, you know you are going to be pushed past pleasure. "Yeahhh, you do. Look at that pretty face. Gonna make you cum so hard," he purrs, curling his fingers inside of you.

You don't know if you'll make it out of this one. You feel like you're being launched into heaven every time he makes you cum with his fingers and his mouth, but it's an immediate, full speed plummet to hell when he keeps going—keeps rubbing your clit while you spasm and practically choke on your breaths.

"Right there?" Toji asks, noticing a shift in the sounds of your moans. They're higher in pitch, quicker, and constantly interrupted by your sharp gasps. "Oh fuck," he growls. "That's it, huh?"

"I-I'm--" you whimper, "--fuck, fuck." Your chest heaves, your back slightly arching off the bed. "Toji," you call, frenzied by the overwhelming sensations. "I'm gonna die..." you blurt. "G-Gonna die," you cry out, tears spilling down the corners of your eyes and treading down your cheeks.

Toji watches, amusedly, as you struggle to figure out what to do while he keeps building you up. The mobility of your hands is limited due to your wrists being bound together, but your palms are dented by your nails to all hell. You barely have control of your legs, because even though they aren't restrained, Toji handles them however he needs to in order to give you what you asked for without you trying to stop him.

"You're fine. You can take it," he says, over the lewd, squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you. "Last one, and you're giving me ten seconds."

"N-No!"

"Yes," he insists. "It's the last one, gotta make it a-"

It's unexpected, the wet mess you make all over Toji's hand, your thighs, and the sheets. You feel like your whole body is buzzing and your toes are curled so tightly that your feet are starting to hurt from the strain.

The countdown starts the second you start squirming and pressing your hips into the mattress. Toji's arms are hooked around your thighs, holding them open and still so he can use his mouth on you for all ten of those seconds and make a mess out of your overstimulated cunt. His lips are latched around your clit, one of his fingers pumping in and out of you, while you shake and pathetically sob from the borderline painful amount of stimulation. The skin of your palms must be broken by now from how hard you've been digging into them.

"Toj--" you barely manage, before your chest is heaving and racking out another sob.

The ten seconds are up, and Toji immediately eases off of you, releasing your visibly trembling legs so that you can move as you please. He crawls up the bed and sits beside you, quickly undoing the binding of your wrists and tossing the strip away.

"I know... I know, doll," Toji coos, wiping at your tear streaked cheeks. He doesn't instantly scoop you up into his arms, because you not wanting to be touched is definitely a possibility. He just sits there, by your side, and attempts to verbally soothe you while you work to compose yourself. "Just breathe, mama. It's all done. You're gonna be okay."

Once your breathing is more calm and you're not so rattled, he works his way up to touching you, starting with your shaky hands and the crescent shapes that litter your palms. He carefully runs his thumbs over the little marks, monitoring your reaction to make sure he isn't hurting you. He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, moving along each of your fingers and ending where his focus is needed most—your palms.

"You good, ma?" Toji asks, lying down on his side, facing you. He's still not pulling you into his arms, but one of his legs is pressed against yours, just to have some sort of physical contact with you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you say, offering a soft smile. "It was just..." you hum, thinking.

"Intense?" Toji cuts in, to which you nod. "But I didn't hurt you too bad? You're alright?"

"Yes, baby," you assure. "I would've used my safe word if it was too much for me to handle. We touched on that before we started this, remember?" Your hand goes to cup his cheek, but he intercepts it by grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to his lips, again.

"Don't be scared to use that word, ma. Don't ever push your boundaries for me, alright? I don't give a fuck if i'm about to bust. If you're not feeling it, we're gonna stop, okay? The last thing I wanna do is to traumatize you."

"Jesus fuck, you're so sexy," you murmur, curling up into him. Your hand splays over his abdomen and rubs slowly, a simple gesture that makes his cock start throbbing and twitching in his sweats, the longer you do it. "Yes, Toji. I won't ever hesitate," you assure, your words promised, physically, through a kiss. The feeling of your lips against his, only further fuels his arousal. You can feel the way he impatiently kisses you back, like he's trying to inhale you. The way he grips your hip and pulls you so that your body is pressed against him, further communicates his need for more of you.

"I'll be so gentle with you, doll," he mumbles, into your neck, pressing kisses to it, afterwards. "Please? Let me treat you right, this time."

You giggle as he continues murmuring quiet little pleas into your neck, through kisses.

"I wanted you to do it, baby, but alright, treat me your way. The right way."

[cuntwrap--supreme]

I never shop on Amazon, but I got a $50 Amazon gift card for going to an interview and decided fuck it, I'm finally buying a proper desk. Almost $200, I paid almost $150 of my own money. I bought it 3 weeks ago. Where the hell is my desk? It's supposed to be here by today and it hasn't even shipped yet. So I contact customer support and they say they can't really help me unless I'm a Prime member. I hope Jeff Bezos dies in a horrific and mind-bogglingly slow manner.