#a fuckin FREIGHT TRAIN

[kaezerdoodles]

Gentle reminder that Dan Phantom is INSANELY POWERFUL-

Dude had CLOCKWORK under his complete control for a good while!

It wasn’t until he started fighting Danny AND Vlad that his control started to slip! And even THEN it took everything the other two had to take him down! Motherfucker had control the ANCIENT OF TIME and probably could have kept it!

Just a gentle reminder :)

[fatedroses]

I swear I'm gonna be paranoid for this specific gradient of ourple.

[ratatatastic]

scrippssports you will never see the light of heaven for cutting from the forsblad bumpy after a forsy ot winner

[jackawful]

hopping trains is so cool and good like...a little bit of patience and respect, a little willingness to break the rules & good sense enough to do so safely and be quiet when it counts, and you can just fuckin GO anywhere for free? it's like a really long mostly-flat rollercoaster. it's like being a flea on the back of a dragon. you ride a great loud mechanical beast that has been a tool of genocide and capitalist cruelty since its invention and you parasitize it for your own ends and in doing so you join a lineage of poor people taking agency over their lives dating back over a century. the brake dust I saw sparkling in the air has seeped into my pores and made me a new person.

[monogramsalarm]

peter pan adaptations have gotten worse as studios have forgotten that in order to make a good adaptation, you have to double cast mr darling and captain hook. you HAVE to double cast the role, you GOTTA find someone who can do both roles and if you just refuse to do it, you’re a coward and i hate you

[kitwilsonsass]

Dreamsicle frosty isnt anything special. Just buy a half gallon of orange/vanilla ice cream and stick it in a blender.

[sidereous]

Outta the way, pissed off hawk-bear thing comin' through

[hyliascommonwealth]

Would it be a bad thing to simp for Viri?

//I want to study you in a lab.

Viri’s ego has never been more inflated.

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

After Each Midnight Begins A New Day

Extra #13c - Technically A Cutsleeve? (Mo Xuanyu and Lan Jingyi)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[Masterpost] [AO3]

Instead of a snippet for WIP Wednesday this week how about an entire chapter? I'd like to say it's one of the ones I've been working on here and there but....I wrote all of this a WHILE ago and thought I wanted to add more then decided I didn't so. OH WELL here it is anyway, new chapter of 'Technically A Cutsleeve?'

-/-

“Mo-gongzi, are you sure you’re ah…ready?” Zizhen asks, and though Jingyi heartily seconds that question he’s glad that someone else has asked it.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Mo Xuanyu asks breezily, like he isn’t standing across from Jingyi in the Jins’ training yard with a borrowed practice blade in his hand still dressed like he’s ready to go hold court with Jin-zongzhu at any moment. The multiple layers of his full skirts flutter ever so slightly in the breeze and the jewels in his hair and dangling from his ears catch the afternoon sunlight with little winks when he turns his head to smile at Jin Ling, Sizhui, and Zizhen standing far enough away to not be in danger.

“Well, it’s just -”

“Just let him do it,” Jin Ling interrupts to grumble. “He’s got robes to train in if he wants, but if he doesn’t want to then he doesn’t have to.” 

“Aw, thanks A-Ling! So considerate of your shushu,” Mo Xuanyu teases, and Jingyi doesn’t bother hiding his smirk when Jin Ling visibly flinches at the not-so-subtle reminder that he hasn’t been considerate so far. “He used to tell that to the rest of the disciples too, when we were kids.”

“If you’re sure then I’m ready to start when you are,” Jingyi says mostly so that Mo Xuanyu can’t say anything else to make him inclined to forgive Jin Ling any faster.

Sparring with Mo Xuanyu is, unsurprisingly, fun. Jingyi starts their first round with the easiest forms he knows, the ones he helps teach to the youngest of the juniors when they’re ready to graduate from working on their forms alone to sparring each other in preparation to start night hunts in a few years. He isn’t sure how far Mo Xuanyu got in his sword training before he’d decided not to pursue martial discipleship, but it’s clear very quickly that he at least knows how to do that much and so Jingyi ups the difficulty as they go.

Mo Xuanyu is by no means a natural swordsman – but Jingyi doesn’t think that he would ever claim to be one in the first place, and so their match becomes more of an exhibition than an outright match like he might be inclined to do with his friends. He looks gorgeous anyway, practically glowing in the afternoon light and ever so slightly disheveled around the edges, stray hairs sticking to his temples and at the nape of his neck by the time Jingyi whirls to a stop with him to a round of clapping from the other three off to the side.

The smile Mo Xuanyu gives him likely wouldn’t be considered blinding by anyone else - it’s small and maybe a little shy around the edges, rouged lips just barely tipped up at the corners until the little yedian marks at the corners of his mouth dip into proper dimples - but Jingyi feels like he shouldn’t be allowed to witness such a stunning thing at all. “Thank you, Lan-gongzi,” Mo Xuanyu says, his tone somehow even gentler than Sizhui’s. “That was fun.”

Jingyi feels as winded as if the relatively gentle bout had ended with him slammed flat down on his back. “No need,” he responds without thinking. “I’m happy to do it again anytime.”

“I’ll hold you to that. Who’s next?” That last is thankfully directed to the others and Jingyi exhales as quietly as he can manage to hide how much it shivers in his chest. The look Sizhui gives him as Jingyi trades places with Zizhen is far more knowing than he’d prefer, but with Jin Ling right there there’s no way for his friend to ask him about it discreetly, and so he’s mercifully safe for a little while longer at least.

His luck continues to hold, surprisingly enough, and he has to wonder after a couple of days if it isn’t actually luck but instead Sizhui respecting the fact that he clearly doesn’t feel ready to talk about it, which is actually sweet enough that he almost considers telling him. Almost. Honestly if he were to choose any of his friends to discuss romance with it would probably be Zizhen first, but even then the thought of saying anything about it out loud, the thought of bringing anybody else into something so personal like that makes him a bit…squirmy. Especially considering it’s not just some vague idea of romance but that it actively involves someone else. And not just any someone else, but the last single son of the wealthiest great cultivation family, who oh yes, that’s right, is also their best friend’s uncle.

Gods this is awkward!

Still. If he doesn’t say it out loud to anybody else then it’s only awkward to him, and he can take that no problem. He’s been awkward in one way or another for his entire life after all, whether that be in the way he hadn’t been able to effectively control himself at all as a child and had therefore wound up punished more often than any other disciple in his generation, or the way he fumbles through social situations that he very rarely has the ‘proper’ responses to as expected by the rest of the world when they catch sight of his obviously Lan robes and headband. He can be awkward about this too, a little awkwardness hasn’t killed him yet.

It’s a fact he has to remind himself of every single time he sees Mo Xuanyu going about his daily life in Jinlintai, looking absolutely devastating without even seeming to try. After the eighth time he stumbles over nothing because he caught a glimpse of rouged lips and fluttering skirts he has to accept the fact that he’s been similarly cursed with the Lan heart and resign himself to his pining fate.

A week after all of these revelations upended his entire life and understanding of himself, Jingyi is distinctly relieved to leave Jinlintai for a couple days on a nighthunt with his friends and Jin Fei, who’s apparently old enough now to be leading his own nighthunts if he wants and so is perfectly fine to tag along with the four of them. He’s good company, so much like Jin Ling but more relaxed than his brother in the way that Jingyi sort of thinks all second-born kids are allowed to be. After all, Jin Ling is the Sect Heir, it stands to reason that his younger brother would be more relaxed about life in general considering he probably isn’t being raised with so many expectations as a Sect Leader has. (Though, he supposes, the same absolutely can’t be said for Lan-xiansheng as the second brother, so maybe in the end it really does still come down to personality.)

They spend the first night tracking their prey through the forest surrounding a small farming village near the Lanling border, the next day preparing their tools for the hunt, and that night bagging their prey rather neatly, all things considered. Not that the yaoguai went down easily, of course, but there are five of them to one of it, and there hasn’t been anything particularly vicious even in border towns without large sects nearby since Lianfang-zun’s watchtower idea was implemented as a joint effort by the great sects some years back. Still, a hunt is a hunt and outside of his occasional bouts of restlessness he is still a Lan, and therefore accustomed to going to bed at hai shi if at all possible – by the time they’re finished and bedding down for what few hours of the night are left, Lan Jingyi is utterly exhausted, hollowed out in the way he knows means he’s pushed himself (and his golden core) just a bit too far to be safe.

He’s lying on his back in his little one-man tent a safe distance away from the fire when the sound of talking rouses him from the doze he’d just barely slipped into, the others not used to sleeping as early as him even after a tiring hunt.

“Xiao-shushu told me you came and apologized about asking him to hide,” Jin Fei murmurs after some quiet jostling for position, barely audible over the crackling fire even with Jingyi’s qi-enhanced hearing.

“Yeah. So what? You think I shouldn’t have?”

“I think you shouldn’t have done anything that needed apologizing for in the first place,” Jin Fei’s response is outwardly lazy but the barb hidden in it is unmistakable. “You know dad came and told the rest of us we had to make sure to be extra nice to him for a while to make sure he knows we respect him? You really messed with his head this time, ge.”

Jin Ling sighs heavily and Jingyi uses the noise of it to cover the sound of him shifting enough to sit up and peek through the opening of his tent to where the pair of them are sitting in front of the fire, nothing more than nearly identical orange-limned silhouettes against the flames.

“Alright, fine! So I’m the worst behaved out of all of us, is that it then?”

“You said it, not me.”

“A-Fei!”

“Don’t pinch me A-Ling, how old are we?” Jin Fei snaps and Jingyi rolls his eyes as the pair of them wrestle for a second, shoving and pinching until they’re both apparently satisfied with the amount of roughhousing and settle again. At least that explains why Jin Ling shows his affection with shouting most of the time, he supposes.

“What did the others think about..what dad said?” Jin Ling asks once they’ve settled again, and Jingyi finds himself holding his breath as he waits for the answer. The only thing that would hurt Mo Xuanyu worse than Jin Ling being embarrassed of him, he thinks, is if the rest of Jin Ling’s siblings are too. He’s seen firsthand now how much Mo Xuanyu treasures every single member of his family – and he knows exactly what it’s like to face criticisms and uncertainty about where he belongs amongst the people that are supposed to be the closest to him. He hopes that Mo Xuanyu won’t have to be subjected to the same sort of pain.

“About what you’d expect, I guess. Lulu said she’d ask him to sit with her for her next three etiquette lessons with mom so she can make extra sure to ask him for help since mom taught him the same things before. A-Zhuang didn’t say anything but he nodded a lot with that look on his face that he gets when Great-uncle Lan brings him a new score to learn. A-Yu and A-Yan wanted to come after you with their knives but dad said no.”

Jin Ling sighs long and slow and Jingyi gets the sense that he’s scrubbing at his face judging by the way his silhouette shifts.

“I really fucked up this time, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. Think so.”

“Do you think mom’s going to tell anybody else?”

“Like who?”

Jin Ling huffs a sigh again and gestures expansively with a hand, sleeve trailing dramatically in the wake of it with a quiet swish.

“Oh I don’t know - any of the rest of our army of uncles, all of whom love jumping on any chance to scold me??”

“Ah come on, A-Ling, they’re not that bad! They’re hard on you because you’re the Heir, that’s all, and so many of them are Sect Leaders too. They can’t help it. But now that I’m old enough to go out hunting and everything they’re hard on me too, it isn’t just you. I swear I couldn’t shake da-jiu off the entire time I was in Cloud Recesses last summer, he wouldn’t quit pestering me to make sure I was working hard and getting along with all the other disciples…or fighting with the ones I didn’t and winning, even though I was getting along with everyone just fine. I didn’t mind too much though. They only want us to grow up well, you know? Xiao-shushu included.”

“I bet Uncle Nie wouldn’t scold me,” Jin Ling mutters as if he hadn’t heard a word his brother said.

“Which one? Pretty sure Uncle Jue would string you up by your toes.”

“I know that! Obviously I meant Uncle Sang. He never scolds anybody.”

“Mhm. Except he also acts just like da-jiu and xiao-shushu, so he’d probably be offended that you were embarrassed enough to ask xiao-shushu to hide like that and then scold you anyway. Or else er-jiu would do it on Uncle Sang’s behalf, and he’s great at scolding.”

Jingyi can’t tell if his head hurts from the sheer volume of uncles these two have to keep straight or if it’s from exerting too much spiritual energy on the nighthunt, but either way his temples are starting to feel tight.

“A-Fei…be honest with me.”

“About what?”

“You made friends at Cloud Recesses. You know how other people talk about people like xiao-shushu. Would you be eager for him to meet your friends, especially if they’ve never met someone like him before?”

Jin Fei is quiet for long enough that Jingyi wonders if he’s going to answer at all, that carefree attitude he typically sports apparently giving way for serious contemplation when needed. More surprising than that is that Jin Ling doesn’t rush him through the answer with his usual impatience, instead just letting him sit and think it through at his own pace.

“I think…people meet new types of people they’ve never seen before almost every day, especially as young as us, so it’s useless to worry about how they’ll react since it won’t change anything. If they meet him now or someone else like him later, it doesn’t really make much of a difference does it? I know that there are plenty of people who have said cruel things about xiao-shushu, especially when he first came to Jinlintai, and then again after he quit his cultivation training to start learning etiquette from mom and Su-gugu. Why should we add to it, or our friends? And if you’ve made friends with the kinds of people who would say those things about someone who’s just a little different than them then…maybe they aren’t the type of people you should be friends with in the first place. And yours have all accepted him anyway, haven’t they?”

“Yeah. They have.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“I guess there isn’t one,” Jin Ling huffs, sounding very much like the admission pains him. Jingyi, rather uncharitably, hopes that it does (and promises the frowning Lan Qiren who lives in his head that he’ll assign himself lines for it when they get back to Jinlintai tomorrow).

“How much longer are your friends here for?”

“Another week.”

“Oh good - do you think Ouyang-gongzi has any more romance novels he can lend me? I’ve read through the ones he gave me last week-”

“Are you serious? That’s it?” Jin Ling demands.

“What?! I thought you said there isn’t a problem! What else is there to talk about??”

Jingyi rolls his eyes as the brothers go in for another scuffle. He’s too tired to care about sibling bonding or whatever now that they’ve finished talking about Mo Xuanyu, so he lays down as quietly as he can and settles in to try to go to sleep, his heart a little lighter than before to hear Jin Fei defending his uncle so…simply. And in doing so defending them too; honestly the thought of Jin Ling doubting their ability to be kind to someone who’s eccentric but ultimately harmless is a little insulting, though he’s going to be oh-so-kind and not force his friend to apologize for that on top of everything else he needs to make right.

The next morning when they wake and begin preparing to return to Jinlintai, Jin Ling seems a bit subdued but Jingyi doesn’t bother offering him comfort. He’s had to apologize to plenty of people in his life for thoughtless words and actions that hurt them, and he knows well that the only times it really stuck was when he was pushed to sit and deal with his guilt on his own.

Instead, he spends the morning anxiously (but happily) thinking ahead to returning to Jinlintai. They’ll only be staying in Lanling for another week or so before their duties will pull them apart again, and though he knows he should probably be dreading separating from his friends (which he is!) he finds that what he’s dreading more is losing Mo Xuanyu’s company. It’s perfectly logical that it seems worse, really, since Jingyi isn’t sure when he’ll next make it to Jinlintai, but he could always arrange to meet up with the others anywhere their nighthunting may take them. Mo Xuanyu doesn’t ever really leave Lanling, but unless Jin Ling invites him to visit again Jingyi won’t have any solid excuses to see the Jin family in their home. He’ll just have to content himself with what he can manage this last week, and make the most of it.

They arrive back in Jinlintai a shichen or so after midday, the flight having taken a little longer than at the outset thanks to the extra energy they’d expended hunting down the yaoguai. By the time they’re landing in the front courtyard at the top of the steps Mo Xuanyu and Jin Zixuan are both waiting for them, Jin Lu on her father’s hip though none of the rest of Jin Ling’s siblings in sight.

“Dad,” Jin Ling greets as they touch down. “Yu-shushu.”

“Boys. Welcome back,” Jin Zixuan replies, warm and pleased. He jostles Jin Lu in his arms slightly and whispers something in her ear that makes her lift her head to glare at all five of them hard enough that they all raise their hands in immediate surrender.

“You’re late!! You better not be hurt!”

Jingyi just barely manages not to laugh at her vehemence and turns his attention to Mo Xuanyu as the others all rush forward to reassure her in a jostling pack, all of them clearly aiming to make her laugh. At his glance, Mo Xuanyu steps forward with something teasing in his posture, hands clasped behind his back and his steps long and lilting to match the smirk on his lips.

“Xuanyu,” Jingyi greets (quietly) when he’s close enough, through a genuine smile and around the desire to clear his throat of the attraction that threatens to choke him. 

“Jingyi.” Mo Xuanyu’s voice is honey sweet, pitched low and soothing — masculine. Confident. Jingyi’s knees nearly buckle. Two and a half days’ reprieve from Mo Xuanyu’s charms has apparently only made him weaker to them, rather than making him more immune as he’d foolishly hoped. “It’s good to see you back in one piece.”

“It was an easy hunt with the others there,” Jingyi deflects with practiced ease. “I barely even did anything-”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe,” Mo Xuanyu teases, eyes glittering. He brings his hands out from behind his back to reach out for Jingyi’s arm, a gesture that sets his heart racing even before Mo Xuanyu’s cool fingers wrap around his wrist and press in gently to check his pulse. “Mhm, just like I thought! Your qi is low, and your pulse is unsteady. Were you injured?”

“No, honestly, I’m fine-”

“You should still come see the healers with me,” Mo Xuanyu interrupts him again, still smiling slyly up at him. His fingers tighten ever so slightly around Jingyi’s wrist, no longer reading his pulse but just..holding onto him. Shameless. Jingyi’s neck burns under his high collar and he hopes it isn’t obvious how flustered just that single innocent touch is making him.

“Ge, I’m going to take Lan-gongzi to the infirmary,” Mo Xuanyu calls over his shoulder, their locked hands hidden from the others between their chests. “A-Ling, can you make sure the kitchens send over something nourishing for him to eat?”

“The infirmary?” Jin Ling barks over the sound of Jin Lu laughter for the others’ exuberant fussing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m-”

“Just a check-up, A-Ling, don’t worry!”

“I’m just a bit too tired after the hunt and the flight back,” Jingyi relents, because in the end he’s pretty sure Mo Xuanyu will get his way no matter what anyone else has to say about it. Jingyi wonders for a moment if it should bother him that he’s apparently so easy to boss around like that. But then Mo Xuanyu is smiling up at him sweetly enough to wipe his mind completely clean as meditation has never been able to accomplish, and suddenly he finds he doesn’t particularly care anymore.

“Be more careful then, idiot!”  Jin Ling huffs at him, so Jingyi sticks his tongue out at his friend over Mo Xuanyu’s head — because even though Jin Ling is probably right and he should be more careful it’s the principle of the thing — but allows himself to be led away before Jin Ling has finished his grumbling.

“Your qi really does feel pretty low, Jingyi, and I know you’ve usually got plenty of it to spare,” Mo Xuanyu tells him once they’re out of earshot of everyone else, heading deeper into the confusing maze of Jinlintai in the direction he assumes leads to the doctors. “What happened?”

“Overextended myself a bit, I suppose,” he shrugs. “It’s probably nothing worth bothering the healers about, you know. I’ll meditate and recover it this afternoon, it’s really fine -“

“Jingyi,” Mo Xuanyu interrupts him, low and serious. He lets the smaller man tug him to a halt to peer up at him again and Jingyi’s face immediately flushes warmer under such focused attention. “I know you’re right, and you could fix it on your own, I trust you. But is it alright if I worry about you and try to help?”

Jingyi manages to bite down on the tip of his tongue to keep from asking the first question that springs to his mind which is, of course, ‘why?’ With his tongue thus trapped, though, all he can do is nod (it doesn’t even cross his mind to deny Mo Xuanyu what he wants) and the smile he gets in return makes his heart thud hard enough in his chest that maybe, he thinks, he should go see the healers. Mo Xuanyu takes him by the arm, hand tucked neatly into his elbow like he’d done that very first night they’d met, and Jingyi lets himself be towed along more than happily, still flushed and off-kilter enough that he can’t stop smiling as they go.

[notalexhorne]

That precise moment when I can feel the brownie hit is always slightly alarming because I suddenly become aware that I have no fucking idea what’s happened over the last 30 seconds

[david-watts]

I just remembered that time that I, extremely timidly, told that n*zi (if you know you know) that being racist wasn’t very nice of him in the LEAST confrontational way possible and he, a grown man (I think) went on a massive meltdown and put front and centre in his bio ‘fuck [url]’. because a fourteen year old told him that he wasn’t very nice.

[pika-blur]

also maybe i should finish a playthrough of rainworld

[moremaybank]

CHOCOLATE , jj maybank

── KINKTOBER: PRAISE KINK + SQUIRTING + MIRROR SEX

"all i know is, it rains when it feels right." ─ kiana ledé, chocolate. (remix)

jj maybank x insecure!gf!reader

(18+) praise kink, squirting, fingering, use of a mirror (technically it's partial mirror sex), dirty talk

jj worships you when you’re feeling down (and makes it rain)

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

jj's chest was hot against your back, the two of you pressed up skin to skin. you melted into him like chocolate, craving him and the way he took the time to worship you.

lucky for you, jj was always in the mood to do so.

when you had confided in jj and told him you were feeling insecure lately, presumbly because of your upcoming period, he wasted no time crafting a plan with the goal to make you feel better.

there was no way in hell he was gonna let his girl walk around thinking she was anything less than perfect, whether her insecurities were caused by hormones or not.

he'd pulled your body-length mirror closer to the edge of your bed, placed you between his legs, spread you wide open and made you watch as he cherished you with his words and with his magic touch.

"who told you you weren't perfect? huh, baby? 'cause the way you're lookin' right now, 'm pretty sure you're an angel 'n this is heaven.”

his fingers slide into your warm, oozing cunt rhythmically, each punt curling upward to play with that spongy part of you that made your thighs tremble for him. every single press to it forced a pitiful moan to tumble past your parted lips.

"hate seein' you like this, baby..." the ringed knuckles of jj's free hand skimmed up and down anywhere they could reach, drawing imaginary lines on your inner thighs and your stomach. the cool metal ran over your pebbling nipples and pulled goosebumps forth from your flesh. "jus' need me to remind you how perfect you are? hm?"

his chin hooked over your shoulder, and he dotted kiss after kiss on your blood-rushed cheek. turning his head, he found your gaze in the mirror and held it there. the pad of his thumb applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it in time with the work of his fingers. he motioned downward with his chin, urging you to look at your filled pussy in the reflection. "see how that pretty pussy takes my fingers? look at'er go, mama."

you mewl pathetically when he starts to fingerfuck you harder, the heel of his palm now colliding with your clit and making your knees buckle. "feels too good, j," you voiced out the best as you could. you could barely suck in a breath as the freight train that was your high crept up on you. "don't deserve it. don't deserve you."

jj tutted you, shaking his head. "yeah you fuckin' do. deserve the world, mama. fuck, you're so good."

your heat started to clamp down on his fingers, quivering and convulsing helplessly.

"you wanna cum?" jj asked, eyes meeting yours in the mirror once more. your smaller hand circles around his wrist, holding on while he used it to please you. "that sound good, sweetheart?"

"y-yeah. please, j. need it."

"then you gotta say what i tell you to, alright?"

you nodded for him. you had no idea what you were agreeing to, but you didn't care. jj was completely taking over all of you, and you just wanted to be good for him. do anything he asked of you because you seeked his approval so direly.

"tell me how pretty you look with your pussy stuffed."

your stomach did cartwheels and your core fluttered at his vulgarity. gulping, you did as he said. "i-i look pretty with my pussy stuffed."

"yeah...yeah you do, baby. tell me you take it so well when daddy fucks you. tell me how perfect your pussy is for me."

"m-my pussy's perfect. take it so well for you, daddy."

"good. now look yourself in the mirror 'n say you're beautiful," was his next command. his gaze was scorching, his praise electrifying and heart-filling. he'd handcrafted you into his own puppet, or he'd had you hypnotized. either way, the words leaked out of you like a faucet.

"i'm beautiful."

"again...say it again, baby."

"i'm— shit— i'm beautiful!"

his rosy lips found solace in the crook of your neck. he pressed open mouthed kisses before letting his teeth lightly nip and scrape at your pulse point. "so beautiful, mama. deserve to cum real good, yeah? go 'head 'n give it to me."

jj's left hand sought out your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple just how you liked. his fingers were relentless, fucking your sopping cunt into oblivion. you were so far gone that you couldn't speak. the pit in your core was burning ferociously, threatening to take you over completely.

"yeaaah. there ya go." you started to cum, your juices shooting out of you in spurts. his fingers withdrew from you, cum-slicked fingerpads rubbing at your clit almost viciously as he tried to get more out of you. he grinned wickedly when his plan worked, and your pussy continued to squirt for him. the glass was covered and your shared image was distorted, but all you could zone in on was your godsent boyfriend and his ever-so-skilled words. and hands.

"i love you so much, mama. don't ever think you aren't enough."

[starkeyisthelastname]

can you please do the reader riding rafe so hard and her tits are bouncing in his face and just very messy

Rafe had always preferred ass over tits for the most part. He wasn’t against a good handful of jugs, but liked a girl with a thick backside better. That was until he met your pretty little self and you started riding his dick like a fuckin champ. It was quite the sight to see such a gorgeous pair of tits bouncing in his face every time you rode him.

That’s exactly what he was enjoying now. Your cunt deliciously wrapped around his huge length and heavy breasts bouncing around as you slid back down. He laid back against the headboard, letting you work on his cock all while he enjoyed the beautiful view in front of him.

“Shit.. ya there you go. Riding dick like a fucking like a pro, huh?” Rafe grinned, hearing the sounds of your sloppily cunt. His hands couldn’t help but come up to squeeze your mounds, thumbs running over your perky nipples. The little squeak you made had him smirking, blue eyes flashing as you came down on his dick hard.

“You like that shit?” He asked, voice rough as he roughly grabbed them together in his massive palms. His buzzed head leaned down, spitting a thick glob of salvia on each one before taking your left nipple into his mouth. He couldn’t help but groan, sucking harshly on the sensitive bud as his thumb and pointer finger tweaked the other.

You let out a loud moan, filled to the brim by the biggest dick you had ever had inside you while your boyfriend greedily sucked on your tits. The way he stared up at you with those blue eyes had your cunt clenching around thick rod, lower tummy fluttering at the mess you were about to make.

“Rafe! I- I’m gonna cum!” Your poor voice strained as you had put in all the work this time. You could feel yourself start to slow down, losing energy as your orgasm was hitting like a freight train. “Nah- keep riding slut. I’m not fuckin playing with you.” Rafe’s tone harsh as he yanked your sensitive nipples.

You yelped, digging your manicured nails into his broad chest as you sped up again the best your body would let you. It didn’t take much for you to reach your peak, soon squirting all over his cock and the sheets below. It was messy to say the least, tits covered in his spit and bodies covered in your juices all within a span of a few minutes. That’s exactly how you two nasty freaks liked it though, knowing in a few seconds you would be fucked all over again.

[ydgtp]

i need to. brain dump

[meowmeowriley]

You know what I want?

I want Soap to have this obsession with Ghost, with his wings - the only part of Simon anyone ever gets to see - feral for more, and when they finally accept that they're unreasonably gone on one another, they can't keep their hands off the other. I want Soap, a human of large stature who is used to picking up and carrying his partner and refuses to change that habit just because Ghost is a little larger than him, to prepare to pick up the larger man, expecting him to weigh what a human of that size would. So as their lips are locked, Soap forces himself to dislodge his hands from the feathers at the base of those glorious wings and bring them down. He cups Ghost's firm ass first, can't help but to squeeze the plump globes, before moving down a smidge more, and heaving to pull the man of his dreams up so that he may lock his legs around Soap's waist, where he belongs. Except Soap miscalculated. And accidentally sent Ghost into the fuckin stratosphere because why is he so light?! Because he has hollow fucking bones. Duh. How else do you expect a man of that size to be able to fucking fly? No one would know it, looking at the man, because he's built like a freight train that moonlights as a tank. And yet now Soap has to explain to Price why there's several broken ceiling tiles in his room, and Ghost giggles like a fucking lunatic the entire time.