#god it's good it's so good. fuuuuuck. man.

[subsequentibis]

something about jesse custer repeating cycles of what's been done to him and how the show drives the point home of how that's Literally Hell. reliving the same day over and over with tulip after dallas. trapping the saint in the armored truck in the swamp like the coffin he was put in. when he's mad or challenged or upset, dropping back into the righteous preacher casting judgement on everyone around him for not being good enough, fully and hypocritically aware of his own mountains of sin and not sure if he'll ever be forgiven for them. boy you are sooooooo fucked up

[knifearo]

beloved aro blog thank u for that response to the anon who didnt know how to tell if they were aro (it says asexual, but maybe that was a typo?). i generally use the aro label for myself because it fits 95% of the time but that 5% is when the doubt comes in and i feel like im "faking it." but that anon u answered has Cleared the Cobwebs of Doubt. youre Right. Amatonormativity is So Prevalent. the paragraph about wanting romance bc romance, or wanting romance bc society says u need a romantic relationship to get xyz thing from life Hit Me So Hard. i think i will come back to this post every time i feel Unsure about my label. so thank u for placing your words in that order for me. love loses. love wins. violence. have a great day homie

first of all. i'm ur beloved aro blog 🥺 nd yeah i do think it was a typo haha

second of all i'm so glad that it helped out for you :) the thing about amatonormativity is that you will constantly go "it can't be doing ALL of these things." but then it IS. EVERY TIME. you look up and amatonormativity is warping your ideas of self-worth and your plans for the future and your interactions with friends and family and holding society as a whole in a fucking vice grip and it's fucking. stealing your lunch money too. idk. that bitch. you know how it is. anyway that 5% is so real and you're so real for feeling it and it is NOT silly or cringe to take a few seconds in the bathroom mirror telling yourself "you ARE aromantic. and it's okay." if that's something that'll help. and also yada yada "aromanticism is not one uniform experience and arospec identities are valid and you can call yourself aromantic even if you experience romantic attraction sometimes as long as it feels like a label that's relevant to your experience" all the things that i'll say anytime someone is coming to me saying that they don't know if they're Really aro haha. just to get it out of the way. sounds like you've got stuff in a good place rn and i'm so glad that you're feeling that way :) hell yeah brother love loses!!!!! aromanticism forever and ever 🖤

[echidnana]

fuck offff just cried watching a still wakes the deep playthrough

[cameronsprincess]

You should do a fic where reader is tied up with hickies all over her neck and chest and rafes BEREAL goes off and their friends and family react

oooouuu you know what, this is something i genuinely picture season 2 or 3 rafe doing! like that man don’t give a fuuuuuck.

CW: 18+ only! bondage, hickies, rafe posts her on BeReal like this, humiliation kink maybe??

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“god, you look so good like this princess.” rafe coos, stepping back and admiring his work.

you try and fight the ropes that tie you to his bed, but it’s no use, rafe had tied them way too tightly. your wrists are sore and numb, your ankles and thighs burn.

“r-rafe.. please.. untie me now.”

he smirks. “in a bit, princess. need pictures of you like this. you look like a goddamn masterpiece right now.”

you watch with tear filled eyes as he makes his way toward the nightstand, grabbing his phone and opening his camera app. the sound of the bereal notification going off has your eyes nearly popping from your skull.

rafe’s dark blue eyes look up from his phone, finding yours. “oh, look at that.. it’s time to post a bereal.”

you frantically shake your head, pleading with him with your eyes not to do what you know he’s thinking. you begin to pull your wrists, causing the rope to dig into your already raw skin as choked sobs escape you.

“rafe! no, please don’t! this.. no! it’s embarrassing! you have our friends on there! your sisters for fucks sake!”

the sound of rafe’s dark laughter has you wincing. he knows you’re into humiliation, and this is the perfect way for him to humiliate you and show off your marked up chest and neck while you’re tied to his bed.

“oh, princess, you should know better than to think i give a fuck what they think.”

he slowly makes his way toward the bed, climbing onto the mattress and situating himself on his knees in front of you.

“smile for the camera, darling.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, tears flowing freely down your cheeks when the harsh flash of his back camera hits you.

you open your eyes just in time to see him make his signature face as the front camera flashes, capturing his face as well.

he fiddles with his phone for a few moments, typing something out before locking it and placing it in his lap. he looks up at you and grins. “now everyone can see how beautiful you look, vulnerable and tied to my bed while your perfect skin is marked with hickies from me.”

he slowly unties your wrists from the headboard before moving to release your ankles. you quickly wipe your face with the back of your hand, calming your breathing and trying not to think about what your boyfriend just did.

forgetting is short lived though when the sound of rafe’s phone pinging with notifications fills your ears. rafe smiles, his bright blue eyes finding yours. “oh, looks like we’ve got some reactions already darling.”

you swallow thickly, moving to sit in his lap as he opens the bereal app. first reaction is from sarah. her eyes are wide with her hand over her mouth, she looks petrified. next is topper, he and kelce stand side by side holding their thumbs up with wide smiles on their faces. typical response from your boyfriends best friends. your best friends reaction is next, she, just like sarah, has her eyes wide with a hand slapped over her face.

your face turns a bright shade of red, heating up from the embarrassment you feel, but you also can’t deny the fact that your pussy is wet all over again. fucking humiliation kink, the worst thing you’ve ever told rafe about yourself. he uses it against you anytime he can.

“oh c’mon, darling. it’s not that bad.”

he pulls up the picture, showing it to you. you’re naked and restrained to his bed. dark, red and purple marks adorn your chest and neck and even some on your stomach. your face is red and splotchy, proving that you were obviously crying.

“rafe, i look like i just got fucked, and look like i let you suck on my skin for hours… plus, my face looks like shit from crying.” you whine.

rafe chuckles, locking his phone and placing it on the nightstand. he pulls you further into his body, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the back of your head. “well, all of that is true, minus you looking like shit. you look fucking beautiful.”

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[whirlybirbs]

I beg beg beg beg beg BEG you for something with Hawks, I know that man would whimper so pretty 😈❤️

You're writing is absolutely fucking incredible and has single handedly sucked me down the rabbit hole of mha again

KEIGO TAKAMI swallows roughly.

He's voice shakes.

"Come on, chickadee, please," he whimpers, his lips parted as his bare chest rises and falls quickly, "This isn't f-fair, I need to touch myself—"

His wings twitch.

It's getting harder to deny the begging — but, he's been good. The video call is verging on an hour now. An hour of smitten, filthy dirty talk punctuated by your own shameless orgasms. Each time, you make sure to whine and whimper his name; your arousal is shaped entirely by his reaction. It's all about the flutter of frustrated wings, the tensing of his jaw, the way he stares at his phone's screen like a man dying of thirst.

So, you relent.

"You're such a sweet birdy, Keigo," you coo, your own mused appearance blinking back at you in the top corner of the screen, "Show me how you touch yourself."

You relent only because he asked so nicely.

Only because he's so pretty, his legs spread wide and his cock slick with pre-cum. Keigo's black and gold thermal tech is rolled up past his chiseled abdomen, hiked over the swell of his pecs. His flight suit's pants are tugging low on his thighs — not entirely off, but low enough that you can see the chord of muscle tense there when he whimpers your name.

Then, you can see his eyes roll back behind his tinted yellow visor.

"F-Fuuuuuck," he reverberates lowly; you can see his wings beginning to twitch, a tell-tale giveaway that he's close. His head drops back, his throat bobbing, before his breathes become a little bit more erratic and his pace a bit sloppier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love you — I miss you so fucking much, chickadee, I miss you, please, oh — shit, I'm gonna—"

It's cute the way he whines your name when he cums. It's cute the way his wings ruffle and shake as his orgasm knocks his breath away, and how a beat or two after he sags with relief.

There's a mess painted across his abs and his cheeks are pint.

You couldn't be happier. Keigo sits up slowly, his heart still hammering and breath still stolen.

"God, I fucking love you."

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[visionsofmagic]

— how loud they are. ✷ mk1 edition. | part 1.

LOUD.

— nsfw content is under the cut! just a drabble. hope it is canon correct. also, wanted to make this two part because wanted to publish this before a request work, so here we are. enjoy! part 2; kung lao, syzoth, raiden, kenshi, shang tsung [so far]. [main master.]

tomas, kuai liang, bi han, johnny cage, liu kang

TOMAS. he would keep his voice to himself at the beginning of your relationship, however, over time, he will get confident and he will never hold himself back from showing how good you feel as he uses his voice, words, and sounds. he will be still shy yet he knows he should not hide how weak he is around you. he will become so loud that it’s hard to cum by just how cute he sounds. he will moan shamelessly, yet have a bit of redness on his face, worshipping you even and begging- it takes a few seconds until he’s down bad for you.

“mmmhhp! oh, yes, yes, my beloved, please - need more - ohhhh! more, mor - mhhhp! so good to have you - so gooood!”

KUAI LIANG. his loudness can change from time to time, whether he is the one who is a mess or you who is being a pathetic one by him and his cock. he will stay a bit silent when it comes to fucking you rough, yes he will still growl, and leave low moans but he will be louder when you take control, making him weak on the knees, hotness in his body is not there because of his ability, no, it will be there because of you and how easy you take shameless sounds from him.

“oh my - you have no - aggh - idea how much you make me weak, right? baby, I - ohhhh fuu - I love you so muuch - agh, will cum because of how good you’re making me feel!”

BI HAN. he stays quiet except for talking dirty, humiliating, teasing - will praise you if you do good, will accept how good you feel if it’s a lucky day because the man doesn’t want to break by anyone yet you’re so different, different than anyone else because you can really make him, the grandmaster, swear underneath his breath, sweating and can’t help but moaning lowly into your ears - growling from time to time as if he’s a beast and your his special hunt.

“fuuck! pretty baby, have no fucking idea how much pleasure I, your grandmaster, get by fucking you. aggh - fuck! feel so good to see you making a mess on my cock like this slut.”

JOHNNY CAGE. he will never stop talking, so, he would not like to keep his voice only to himself either, especially when you make him see starts, reaching the climax - the highness he has never had before you - not even seeing outworld for the first time had this effect on him, no, you’re something else and he promises that he will never hold back when it comes to you, and that includes literally worshipping you, moans, lewd voices, begs never leaving his mouth.

“shiiit baby! fuuuuuck you feel amazing! please baby give me more - need more, fuuuuck! pussy is tightening around my cock that you literally swallow it - ahaha - feel that baby? ‘s all you!”

LIU KANG. god of fire has great control over his body which allows him to stay calm and steady even in the most challenging situations. however, it all disappears in the air with a puff when he has you - exposed, giving yourself to him, and in return, making the god of fire a mess - literally, a mess who is doing all the things he never expected himself to do; moaning loudly without shame, talking so openly with the highness he feels, being on his knees and begging for you. so, he is likely to be as loud as you in bed, wanting you how you affect him in all good ways by being loud enough to make his voice echo inside your mind as he fucks you into oblivion.

“oh my y/n, my love, such beauty that I am so weak before you! please - one more, pretty girl, please, give me one more - you can do it - mhhpp! I can earn it. pretty - ohhh!”

🧡

[chrollosbm]

Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)

art cr: glowx_21 on x

hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.

domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo

female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so

warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo

i'm on ao3, pls support me there too!

wc: 1500+

“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.” 

The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.

You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.

If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.

You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.

Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 

You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 

“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.

“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 

Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.

Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.

He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 

As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 

His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 

“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.

His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.

Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.

His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?

She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.

Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 

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[arlerts-angel]

hm..

how is armin when his girlfriend is ovulating? 🤭

a/n: all i'm gonna say is whatever happens is on you for telling this man you're ovulating 😭

cw: breeding kink, trying to get pregnant (status undetermined), pet names (angel, pretty girl)

- the moment he hears the word "ovulating" you see a shit eating grin grow across his face

- he's immediately all over you, handsy and kissy

- he will say or do ANYTHING you want if you let him cum inside you :( (like he doesn't already) ((like you're doing him a solid by getting pregnant??))

"please angel let's try—i'll do whatever you want for the next nine months. i'll take good care of you and our growing baby."

- i mean this man is begging like a dog

"you're ovulating? really?" he asks with a cheeky grin. he leans in— as if he could get any closer and kisses your ear down to your neck. "we're trying for a baby then, right angel?" he asks sweetly, hands traveling down to your tummy. "you're cute, 'min." you giggle and roll your eyes playfully. "come onnnnn— you'd look so cute pregant. imagine our little baby, growing inside you right here..." he rubs your belly.

- let's be honest here: you just really like watching him beg. so when you finally say yes, he's suddenly got hulk-like strength. scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom wedding style.

- very focused on YOU (as per usual) but he's very slow and gentle. (see the way he makes love)

- of course he's not skipping foreplay! but he doesn't let you cum. not to be mean, though. he just wants to be inside you when you both cum.

- it's a very intimate and intense orgasm for both of you. there's so much love and passion when trying for a baby with him 🤍

- he's usually always somewhat vocal when he cums, but he's more vocal in these instances.

"y'so beautiful angel— 'm getting close— gonna fill you up so nice and full. think you can handle it, pretty girl? i know you can. i love you so much—uh–! fuuuuuck... god that felt so good. don't you dare think about getting off this bed."

dividers by benkeibear

[romana-after-dark]

Keep Cry'n

Joel Miller x reader

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Summary: Joel kidnapps you, but can't even wait long eough to put his dick inside you to cum. (Reader is rather Little One coded but this is a completetly separate fic from The Wrong Way)

Warnings and Content: NON CON, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT !!!!!! Hair pulling, kidnapping, masturbation, cumming on face, dirty and degrading talk, crying, dacryphilia, Joel is really psycho in this, maybe a lil off his rocker. Implied future abuse. Literally like so much crying.

DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ! If you do not wish to see rape on your feeds at all, i suggest blocking the tags such as non con, dddne, dead dove do not eat, and depending on preferences maybe dub con, yandere, or dark fics. No judgement if its not your thing!

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Your head hurts. So bad. That was all you could think about as Joel dragged you off his house and up the porch by your hair with no regard for how you were supposed to keep up with his long stride. Scalp on fire, you scramble to stand but it seemed he would purposefully yank at you just to make you stumble. 

You can hear him smiling as he speaks, the outline of his cheeks giving away the wide grin if you can look up long enough to catch a glimpse. “Pretty fucking girl. Gonna make such a nice little toy.” 

He doesn’t care that you're crying. He doesn’t care that he took you away from everything you know. He doesn’t care that you are scared. He wants to use you.

Your hands are tied behind your back so you fall on your face when he trusts you onto the shitty mattress, dirt being inhaled into your lungs.

“Just gotta be good for a few days, pretty baby, ‘till I get tired of you and move onto the next shiny thing. Think you can manage that?”

Sobbing, you nod. You can do this. You can…

Your confidence wavers as he stands above you, palming himself and moaning. “Oooohhh fuck, such a pretty little baby, uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhuhuhuuuh” Joel sucks his breath in through his teeth, then shutters it out. “Get the fuck over here.” Joel reaches over and yanks on your hair again, pressing your face up against his jeans-clothes crotch. His musk was strong, the smell of his dick was sweaty and masculine and you could not help but feel just a little turned on. You couldn’t help it; it was biological, primal, evolutionary. 

With your hands still tied behind your back, you were helpless to the way Joel ground your face up against himself, his hard cock prominent despite the stiff material. Fingers entangled in your hair, Joel trust his hips up in your face as you sob, “Fuck baby, keep cry’n, I can feel your tears on my dick.” Joel pressed you tightly up against his crotch, your mouth pressed over the outline of his member and muffled your cries as they turned into attempts to scream. You wanted to bite but you knew better.

When he finally let go, allowing you to sit back on your haunches and breath, Joel unzipped his pants and thrust them and his tighty whitey’s down in one go, his massive cock hanging heavy between his legs. A sick man, Joel gripped your face in his large, rough hands to gather up the wetness before he fucked his fist. 

“God, I need to cum right fuck’n now” He grumbled to himself as he furiously pumped the extensive length. “Ain’t got time to- oh fu-u-u-ck, ain’t got time to fight your pants off.” Joel lets out a loud groan, bucking his hips as his breath shutters before looking down at your crying and shaking figure. “Oh fuck, you look so scared!” He has the audacity to chuckle, smiling at you as he gently nudges you with his boot just to see you cry more. He jerked harder and harder, his cock red and throbbing inches from your face. “There we go, fuuuuuck! Uh, uh, uuuhhhggg” Ropes of white began to spurt out of him, Joel grunting aggressively mixed with huffed out chuckles, a wide, joker-like grin on his face as his eyes sparkled with mischievous possibilities for the future.

Joel took his softening dick and wiped your tears and his cum with it. “Pretty little thing… goddamn… make’n me cum without even touching me, fucking fantastic.” 

You feel the wetness on your face, a mixture of fluids painting you up like a picture. 

Joel pushed you down onto the bed, not even bothering to pull up his pants as he pulled you on his naked body, sighing. He takes a knife out of his pocket, however, and cuts off your ties. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around him as you cry. You just wanted to be held, to feel touch and comfort and you didn’t care who it came from. “Oh god, princess…” He’s panting still, a crazy grin plastered upon his face as he stared up at the ceiling, laughing to himself. “Such pretty skin, such a pretty face…” Joel chuckled, long fingers massaging down your still-clothed body. 

“Gonna be a lot of fun playing with it.”

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First dark! joel one shot ina while, woozers.

Love me my crazy man.

Got a cool ask today for a dark triple frontier Will Miller that I loooooove that I will be working on after a few other WIPS.

Also got an idea for a dark!joel sugar daddy yandere vibes fic, a dark!William Tell, and a dark!Nathan Bateman. I also plan to work on a short series (3 parts maybe?) of a darker ending to tww where Joel wins.

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[mimikittysblog]

YOOOO EPISODE 7 IS SO GOOD YALL HNGGG

I loved every second of this episode like my god its so good.

SAEON IS KISSING HER LIKE A STARVED MAN AND HE MIGHT AS WELL BE.

FUUUUUCK IM SO GLAD I STUCK AROUND FOR THIS SERIES ITS GOOD YALLL

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Dad bad Leon…👀

There was a time after the two of you had Violet, where he wouldn’t work or go out as much, giving him his very well deserved break from the hell he called his job. Leon would very much be the one waking up in the middle of the night, changing his little girls diapers, warming up frozen breast milk to let you get your very well deserved sleep.

This ultimately led him to getting a little bit of a dad bod, his tummy a bit squishier now, but god it looked good on him. How it would press up against your back as you cooked lunch for the two of you, hands wrapped around your waist peppering kisses along the nape of your neck.

- Anon! 🎀

🎀ANON YOU FUCKING DEVIL STOP MAKING ME THINK UNHOLY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS MAN!!!

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Fuuuuuck I love the thought of Leon with a dad bod 😩 he'd be so squishy and cute.

Just rolling over in the middle of the night to put your arms around him and squish his tummy fat. He'd groan in response and put his hand between you two. Squish your belly back, making you giggle and say "We match~" into his ear. Kissing his neck a few times before burying your face in his hair and closing your eyes. You can tell by how warm he suddenly got that he's blushing, something you don't do often to your husband but it's always a nice surprise.

Watching his shirt ride up when he's putting things away on high shelves. Him wearing sweatpants more often since he's staying home most of the time. Still some how keeping that sexy V-line but has that plush pouch that you can't help but wanna touch whenever he's near by.

Imagine it's time to head back to work soon. You're sitting on the couch, nursing Violet as he's doing sit ups in the middle of the living room. He finishes his first set looking over at you and you're just looking at him like: 🥺

Almost like you're begging him to keep his new squishy exterior without saying a word. But he's gonna try... He knows that the extra weight would actually help with injuries. He could definitely take falls better.

So, he keeps his normal diet but goes back to his standard workout routine. Trying to maintain his dad bod but still be in enough shape to not lose his edge at work.

Anything for his wife.

[toxycodone]

modern au laios when you tell him you wanna go on T. its anxiety inducing but honest to god i see him going like “oh yeah, i didnt wanna push you but honestly i was wondering when you were gonna tell me.” absolutely taken aback but still nervous, telling him about all the effects: but ill look and smell and sound different and what if you dont like me anymore?? he looks up and thinks for a moment before resolutely saying “hmm, no i dont see that happening.” its hard to rid yourself of the seed of doubt until hes there with you at your appointments and helping you with your injections and pointing out new sprouting hairs and excitedly measuring your tdick growth before sucking it down like hes a parched man in the desert -ez

Oh this is the most self fucking indulgent ask you could’ve sent me ez. Do you want me to die. I am going to explode. FUCK.

ship. Laios Touden x Reader

content. sfw + nsfw. ftm!reader + gender dysphoria + Laios just being a good boyfriend for transitioning reader

OH MY GOD. Yes yes yes. Laios’s sexuality is so fluid to me. He’s just attracted to YOU. You looking different or being different doesn’t phase him at all

Like when you bring up how T will change your body and stuff he’s just like 🤷 so. You’re still gonna be you. And like. That may be hard to believe at first but then you come to see just how genuine he is,,,

Laios sits in on your doctor appointments and actually LISTENS. Learns how taking testosterone will affect your body + voice + even your personality at times and like. He’s preparing himself mentally for it all.

When the doctor demonstrates how to give yourself a T shot, Laios watches intently. And the next appointment he asks the doctor to let him do it and show him (if it’s okay with you).

And when you’re feeling dysphoric, Laios just listen to you and hold you tight. He’s not the best at reassuring you besides just being honest, because you’re always going to be a man to him. And that’s his form of validating you. But he lets you vent and be sad and just kisses you sweetly and tries to get your mind off things

BUT HES ACTUALLY SO FASCINATED BY HOW TESTOSTERONE CHANGES YOU!!! Like oh my god your voice? Your body hair?? He’s like fangirling. Laios is probably equally if not more excited than you are about the changes happening to you. Because not only is biology and the human body amazing but! You’re becoming more yourself!! He sees just how much happier and how confident you are and is just over the moon. It makes him happy to see you happy

AND YOUR T DICK. FUUUUUCK DONT EVRN GET ME STARTED

Laios calls it your cock without even being prompted he’s like “you’re growing a penis,,,” and is all 👀

MEASURING IT. Y E S. he’s so enthralled by like how much your body is changing it’s insane to him in the best way possible.

He’s gotta have it in his mouth IMMEDIATELY. He’s slurping on that shit like no other it’s gross because he’s just not even holding back the gross wet sounds

AND. HE. HE NEEDS YOU TO FUCK HIM WITH IT. Immediately. He doesn’t care if it’s short and if you wanna do it with a fake sheathe he’s totally fine but PLEASE. Fuck his ass. He needs it.

[uhzuku]

On my knees 🧎🏽‍♀️Begging🤲🏻 for more shounya fics😼

ur on ur knees n so is he!! cw hybrids, gn reader w a pussy, oral, and prev est relationships <33 also set pre eri izuku n shinsou !!

“Ohhhh fuck~”

Your breathy sighs and low moans almost echo through the rooms, your toes curling as your body soaks in the feelings being wrought out of you by the feeling of Shouta’s mouth between your legs. 

A desperate fiend when it came to oral, Shouta was a greedy creature. Whenever the opportunity arose for him to have a taste of what lay between your legs, he metaphorically ( and sometimes physically ) lunged for it — like today. After a long day of you being at work, he’d been impatient for you to arrive home, and he’d been very annoyed when you’d swept past him with nothing but a grunted, “C’mon.” He’d been tempted to ignore the word, to ignore you like he hadn’t in almost a year, but begrudgingly he’d followed with his thick tail swishing angrily behind him only to be surprised by the sight of you sitting on the bed with your legs spread and your cunt bare to him. 

“Make me cum, kitty,” you’d said tiredly, and he’d leapt at the opportunity. He’d taken his place between your legs, his formerly pinned-back ears pushed forward and his tail moving back-and-forth behind for an entirely different reason as he’d pressed as closely to you as possible before licking a wide stripe up the length of your slit from your taint to your clit. 

That had been an hour ago, and here you still were with your cat hybrid on his knees and feasting on the slit between your legs, slobbering all over your cunt as he lapped at it like a man possessed with his thick arms hooked around your thighs as you lay back with an arm cast over your eyes, your now revealed chest heaving as you felt your fourth orgasm approaching. You’d discarded your shirt a little more than half an hour ago when things started feeling far too hot, and the sight of your bare chest had spurred on new excitement from your partner. 

“More,” he slurs into your dripping cunt, “More. Mine. Mine.”

“Fuuuuuck yeah, it’s yours,” you moan, your free hand burying itself in his hair as your hips start instinctively rutting up into his face. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck — c’mon, m’gonna cum-!”

Nipping and sucking and licking and biting just the way he knows you like, Shouta moans into your sensitive pussy as a new small gush of wetness fills his mouth as you creep closer to the edge. 

Mine, he thinks greedily, his pupils blown and eyes darker than usual as he attempts to bury himself in the taste of you, Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. 

His ears flick ever so slightly as the pitch of your gasps and moans shift above him, and he makes sure to keep at the pace and pressure that had gotten you here as they slowly reach a peak amd you start calling out for him, sitting up a little and clutching his face to your slick cunt. He doesn’t mind at all, more than pleased by the fact that his face is so buried in it that all he can taste and smell is you. It’s like a dream come true — his dream, anyway. 

“Cumming, cumming, cumming — oh God, Sho’, please!” you wail, your entire body trembling with small convulsions as you cum again. He smiles into you, absolutely desperate for what was once again gushing from your hole and into his waiting mouth. He doesn’t stop tasting you, almost a mindless drone as the motions overtake his mind and he melts into them, and it’s only when you try to push him away while speaking that he wakes up from it. 

“Shouta, I need to order dinner for us,” you finally say weakly, and he whines a little and shakes his head ‘no’. 

“Wanna — Wanna be good,” he grunts into your hole, lapping at it slowly and relishing the way your thighs twitch around his head. “More. Want more. I can be good-!”

“Let me order dinner then,” you retort, unable to hide the way your thighs jump from oversensitivity as he keeps curling his rough tongue around your engorged clit, and he shakes his head in denial again. 

“I have dinner,” he replies snarkily, “Right here in front of me,” before attempting to dive back into you. 

You laugh softly, placing your toes and the ball of your foot against his bare chest and pushing him away just enough that he sits back on his feet. “Down boy,” you murmur, and he whines lightly. You just ignore it, sitting up and reaching for your cell-phone then tapping in your passcode as he huffs at you. 

“I think American food sounds nice tonight,” you hum to yourself, and Shouta feels his mouth begin to water. You glance up at him, a playful glint in your eye that he doesn’t understand for a moment, then say, “Oh, you don’t want anything, right?”

“Huh?!”

“I mean, since you have dinner here and all,” you tease, and he groans out a growl that has you laughing. “Okay, okay — I know the drill, no getting between you and food.”

[starlightsuffered]

Tunnels

Info - hard Dom Timothée, degrading, reader with a big ass, cnc, spy au, anal sex, getting stuck,

I crawled along the tunnel quietly. Being new at this job, I was taking it very seriously. Timothée, on the other hand, was no where near a rookie. He seemed to think crawling through these air ducts was pointless all to possibly get some intel. I wanted to impress our boss.... and admittedly, I wanted to impress Timothée too.

When l'd asked the other spies if I could take the lead he'd chuckled smugly and said to have at it. This was why I was leading this crawl. I checked my high tech watched every few seconds.

"Left, a right, and then straight, we'll be in the vent right over the gathering," I whispered back.

"Whatever you say," Timothée snickered.

I kept moving. I was shuffling along. It always too all my strength to focus on my job instead of the sexy man I'd been teamed with. Today was no different. I'd seen him in that skin tight spy suit and I prayed to a God I didn't believe in that my pussy wasn't leaking through the skin tight outfit.

"That tunnel looks a bit small," I said warily as I looked ahead

"Yeah."

"Sh-Should we try it? I guess I could navigate a way around. It would take a little longer but-"

"Didn't you say we were on a tight schedule?" Snapped Tim. "I thought you were leading this."

"Oh, Um, right, right," I nodded determinately. I sighed and then gathered courage. I moved forward. There was a moment of claustrophobia and then my face and shoulders were free!

"I think I can get through!" I said excitedly. I could've sworn I heard Timothée laugh. I didn't know if 'd imagined it or not until my ass got stuck. I pulled forward but it was no use. It was a snug fit.

"T-Timothée, I'm stuck," I said worriedly,

"Oh yeah?" He crooned. I didn't like his jovial attitude.

"Yes! Now help! Push!"

"Oh I'll push something in somewhere," he mumbled. I didn't know what he meant until I felt his hands on the elastic of my pants.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked.

"You think I don't know these tunnels?" He asked. Something long and hard and wet slapped my ass. Could....

Could it have been his cock. I was stuck and he had his dick out?

"You think I didn't take one look at you and know that thick, gorgeous, juicy ass would get stuck in this very tunnel?"

"No, no, why did you do this? We'll miss the meeting," | exclaimed.

"Meeting," he laughed and I felt him push my legs apart. Air hit my bare hole. I gasped and it pulsed.

"You think l've cared about anything except getting my dick squeezed since I saw that big ass and imagined that tight hole?" He asked. With that, he shoved himself inside me. I yelped and he laughed. I couldn't believe I was being taken advantage of like this. I couldn't believe he was so bold. I couldn't believe he was thrusting so hard..... I couldn't believe I liked it. I could've believe how I felt it in my stomach.

"Oh-oh," | covered my mouth, hiding my whimper.

"That's right, you fucking love it. Don't pretend you didn't want me to take you like this," he goaded. I shuddered. I shouldn't like this.

"Oh yeah, fucking been wanting to use this princess hole so bad. I could tell your hole needed a good stretch. Oh fuck! Yeah! Your good girl hole is so tight!" He gasped. He was pumping harder now.

"You're just for me to use. You don't deserve a job, all you're good for is being a fuck toy on reserve for me," he chuckled. Why did I love his confidence and pride?

"Y-you shouldn't-"

"And yet you want it don't you?" He teased. "You know you shouldn't but you wanted this as much as me. You probably want it more."

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!" I let out a desperate moan that echoed.

"That's it baby," he growled. He grabbed my hips harshly and his hips slapped into my ass harder.

"I've fucking needed a cum dump so bad, good thing you joined the force. Oh yeah! You're going to come to me whenever I need to unload," he demanded.

"Yes," I said submissively.

"Oh fuck, oh yeah," grunted Timothée. He let loose in my ass. The load was huge, as if he'd been saving up. I was whining and gasping and trying desperately not to make too much noise.

At least he pulled out. He snapped up my pants and then he grabbed at my pussy through the fabric. I was panting as he massaged me. I could feel his load dripping from my hole as he fingered my clit.

"Cum in your pants baby girl," he whispered. That was all I could take. I exploded in the thin fabric. I had to wonder if it would seep out and through.

As I was coming down he gave me a hard wrench. He had yanked me out of the tight space. I landed on my ass.

"You could've gotten me out the whole time?" I demanded of him.

"I told you I planned this. I needed a tight place to dump my cum," he winked. I felt myself heat. I felt so used...

So why did I love it?

"Come on," he called behind him as he began to crawl another direction.

"And I hope you don't feel too uncomfortable," he said in a mocking tone. I was now keenly aware of how our juices were mixing in my pants.

"Don't leave any DNA behind."

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[lycanlupins]

┌─ “ „ EYES LIKE SKY ─┐

Roy Harper x F!Reader - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Cam Girl Au! [+18]

Same warnings apply as Chapter 1 ♥️ ALSO!! This chapter is LONGGGGGG

Your blaring alarm had been going off for the better part of 5 minutes now and you couldn’t be bothered to wake up enough to turn it off. Fuuuuuck. It was so early, too early in fact, and you didn’t want to get up to start your mundane little morning tasks. But you had to, especially because this morning you were expecting your hot neighbor to pick you up. So you begrudgingly make your way to the bathroom, going through the motions of your normal routine.

You make sure to finish off your morning shower with an extra layer of perfume, the kind that you reserved for special occasions and the like. It wasn’t overpowering in the slightest, just a simple perfume that would turn heads if they were lucky enough to get close.

Knock, knock, knock. Shit. He was here just a tad too early.

“In a minute! I’m getting my shoes on!” You call from your room, struggling to tie your sneakers. You rush to the door, slightly disheveled but putting on a smile nonetheless. Opening the door you give him a quick once over. Jesus he’s huge.

“You ready to go?” He smiled, and by god it was infectious. He had the most gorgeous dimples you weren’t able to see the night before. You were floored, how was anyone allowed to look so effortlessly hot. And in gray sweatpants no less.

“Hello? You there?” He waved his hand in front of your face to try and get your attention.

“Sorry, I guess I’m not awake just yet.” You sheepishly reply.

“Yeah I can tell, let's go get you that coffee.” He moved from in front of the door to give you room, your mind barely processing how to move your legs forward. You locked the door to your apartment and took a deep breath, hoping the coffee would take your mind off of things.

In the time that you locked your door and turned around, you caught him staring at your hands. Embarrassingly, you hadn’t done your nails in a few weeks and they looked sort of wonky, chips on the polish and gems missing from the design.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, they look awful right now. I have an appointment to get them done, don’t look.” You quickly hide your hands away in shame.

“No you’re totally good I just…they look so familiar. I’ve seen that design recently somewhere and I can’t put my finger on it.” He shrugged after a few moments of deep thought and started to lead the way outside and toward the coffee shop.

Your face instantly lit up at the sight of the shop, you had been there so many times before, you even had a favorite barista. But alas, he wasn’t working that day, something about a family emergency. Oh well, you could still enjoy coffee with the hot man at your side.

“Shit, I gotta take this call. Can you order for me, I just want a black coffee.” He looked desperate to take the call so you obliged, a bit sad but you weren’t on a real date so it didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter, but it still did in your mind.

You ordered and waited by the pickup area, watching him as he excitedly answered the call. He even turned on facetime but you couldn’t catch a glimpse of who he was talking to, again not that it mattered…but it did. Once the call ended, you could tell he was a little sad when he walked back into the shop.

“You okay?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine!” He completely ignored what occured on the phone, grabbing his coffee once it was placed in front of him.

“Wanna get a seat?” He asked. You simply nodded, pushing his phone call to the back of your mind. The rest of the “date” went without a hitch, some light flirting here and there but nothing too serious.

You could sense tension on the way back home, what kind you weren’t sure, but you fully intended to find out if it was the kind you could get behind.

“It's still kind of early, don’t you think? Do you maybe want to come inside and hang out?” You unlocked your door, standing under the door frame.

“Uh…” he looked down at his phone, texts from someone undecipherable to you rolled in at a steady pace.

“Sure, I’ve got some time.” Something didn’t sit right but still, you pushed through. A bad feeling wasn’t going to get in the way of you getting what could be the best dick of your life.

The second you closed the door you rushed to your bedroom, forgetting the state of disarray you had left it in from last night.

“Give me a few minutes!” You slam the door, assuming he’d find something to keep him busy while you cleaned. And find something he did, he got to work fixing a few stray wires hanging from your TV.

Once you were done changing the sheets and packing your cam setup away in a bin, you headed back out to the living room where he had somehow managed to fix the TV connection.

“I’m not even going to ask how, but thank you. The repair guy was supposed to have come by weeks ago to fix the issue.” You plop down on the large sofa next to him.

“Consider me your new repairman.” He chuckled, handing you the remote and placing both arms behind his head. Oh Jesus Mary and Joseph his arms were massive.

You were practically drooling at the sight, they were perfectly flexed and distracting you from your task at hand. Not that it mattered anyways, you were just putting on a movie.

“Eyes on the screen doll.” He shook his head and smiled, not once did he take his eyes off the TV. How the hell did he notice you staring? You couldn’t think straight so you put the first thing that came to mind; a horror movie. Nothing in particular, something that just popped up on your suggested tab.

“Horror huh? I didn’t pin you as the type.”

“It’s the first thing I could think of honestly.” You scooted a bit closer to him, trying to gauge his comfort.

“I know what you’re doing, just come here.” He relaxed his posture, giving you room to curl up by his side. His smell was intoxicating, something akin to fresh rain and cold air was the best you could describe it. It comforted you deeply, enough to lull you into taking a quick nap.

When you came to, the movie was still playing and he was also fast asleep. Fuck he’s cute when he sleeps. You thought, his brows scrunched just slightly made him look like he was pouting in his sleep.

But, you didn’t stay for long, you had to get up and change into something more comfortable. You grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a large tee out of the clean clothes basket by the hallway closet. You figured since he was still sleeping you could quickly get back in and snuggle once you were done.

As you bent over to pull your pants back up, you heard a shift and a groan behind you. Shit. You froze immediately, what else were you supposed to do when you were half naked?

“Ain’t that a sight to wake up to.” He chuckled. You could feel your face heat up, trying to pull your pants up as quickly as possible.

“There's no use, I already saw everything. But, I’ll cover my eyes, scout's honor.” He immediately covered his eyes, giving you time to finish changing. But now you had a choice, two little beings on your shoulder telling you what to do. Take the safe route and finish changing, or…who were you kidding, you knew what you were going to do.

You quickly ripped off your top and immediately straddled him, taking his hand and placing it around your neck.

You watched him for any sort of reaction, a smirk playing on his lips. You could feel him getting hard under you and that only served to make you emit a light moan.

“Shit, you look good enough to eat.” He let his other hand ghost against your skin, grabbing and pulling at the mismatched lingerie you had underneath.

“Do you want to spend the night?” You could see his gears turning, his hand stopping at your ass.

“Fuck it, why not.” He picked you up with one arm, your legs immediately straddling around his waist. He only got a few steps before he needed to pin you against the wall. He was desperate, you could tell from the way his cock was throbbing through his sweats.

“I wanna be a gentleman, fuck you on your bed like a proper man should, but I can’t even think straight. I just want to be buried inside you like it's a necessity.” He growled in your ear, his whole weight pinning you against the wall, your breathing in sync with his. Both of you were taking big heaving breaths as if you had run a marathon.

He used one free hand to quickly undo your bra, sliding it off with ease. The sight of your exposed breasts was enough to send him over the edge. He slipped your underwear to the side and pressed a finger against your slick cunt. Your brain was going haywire, not one coherent thought forming.

“In…put it in please.” You could barely form sentences but it was enough to give him consent to touch you the way he wanted to. He slipped a thick finger inside and immediately you saw white. How the hell does his finger feel that good, not even your vibrator could do that.

“You still there princess?” He tried to bring you back to consciousness. When he started to pull his finger away you whined, giving him the okay that you were still there mentally.

“Had me scared for a second there. Thought I hurt you.” He chuckled, teasing a second finger. You wanted it, you wanted it bad, but he wouldn’t give it to you. He pulled away, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, only to kiss you right after.

Fuck fuck fuck. Why was that so intimate? That was the single most hot and intimate thing you’ve ever experienced. But you couldn’t focus on that anymore, not when he was pushing his boxers down and exposing his cock.

“That’s not gonna fit inside me. There’s no way.” You said plainly. It's not that it was insanely huge or anything but you were used to 6 inches, that’s the size of your dildo anyways. He was somewhere far beyond the usual thickness of the plastic you were used to and you were afraid nothing would ever compare.

“We’ll make it fit, won’t we?” He lined himself up at your entrance, his head sliding in with ease, slowly pushing farther and farther until he was fully pressed against you.

“Oh my god.” That’s all you could say, your mouth wouldn’t allow for anything else. You could feel your walls stretching and squeezing around him, forming to his size. You fit together like perfect puzzle pieces and you both knew it. After sitting in silence for a few brief moments he started to move, slowly at first.

“Shit doll…you’re sucking me in.” He could barely pull out, not that he wanted to anyways, he was feeling pure bliss. Your plush walls felt like heaven to him and he never wanted to leave.

“Don’t…Don’t leave please. Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m gonna stay right here.” He replied, his thrusts slightly speeding up. He wanted to fuck you relentlessly, it took all of his strength not to put you down on the floor and fuck you like an animal. But he resisted, he knew he wouldn’t last if he gave in.

Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling every time he managed to hit that lovely little spot that sent what felt like electricity through your body. The sounds in your apartment would put porn to shame, the skin slapping, his moans mixed with yours, it's surprising no one came knocking to tell you to shut up.

You felt his hips stutter for just a second, you knew what that meant. He was getting sloppy, he needed his release and you were damn sure you could feel yours brewing.

“I’m on the pill, you’re safe.” You reassured him. That only served to make him chase his release more, thrusting into you relentlessly. With every thrust you felt that coil within your lower stomach grow tighter and tighter until—

“Oh fuck! Roy!”

You felt your whole body tighten, his cock buried all the way inside you as his warm, thick cum coated your walls. It slowly dripped from you as he pulled out, leaving you empty.

“Let me uh…clean you up? Where do you keep your towels?”

“In my room, there’s a basket by my bed, just grab one from there.” You slowly slumped down against the wall, catching your breath as he ventured to find a towel.

Wait. Your cam stuff was under the towel by your bed. Shit shit shit. You quickly hop up to your, wobbly, feet and run into the room only to find him staring at the stuff beneath.

“You didn’t tell me you were into some kinky shit.” He said. Oh thank god he’s dumb.

“Ha, yeah. It’s just fantasies of mine really, nothing that would come into fruition.” You quickly pushed the basket under your bed and tried to clean yourself up the best you could.

“Shit.” He looked down at his phone, and sighed.

“Raincheck on the sleepover, I have to head home.” He kissed the side of your head and cleaned himself off before getting dressed.

“We should really get coffee again some time.” He said, just before heading out the door. You smiled, albeit a sad smile. You watched him leave as you changed back into your sweats and tee. Something in you wanted to watch his window, see what he was up to after what just happened. Complete and utter silence. No movement. Until moments after he got back home he bolted to the door, figures appearing as shadows in his window. A woman.

“Oh.” Was all you could muster before turning away from the sight. Surely he hadn’t played you right? You tried to put it out of your head, it was mid-day after all, there was no point in sulking for hours on end. You gathered yourself, turned on another movie and logged on to your cam chat. A new user appeared, someone you had never seen before.

[bigred]: hi there, i usually lurk around your shows but i decided to stop by and see if you were coming online today.

[seraphicsiren]: i'm not too sure i will, sorry.

bigred bought a private show.

Shit.

[asmileforyourscrapbooks]

It's the summer of 2001.

Joe meets Patrick and he’s like, “Yo! i know about music.” and Patrick’s like, “Yo! I know more about music~!” “THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!111 ...Do you wanna start a band?” and Patrick’s like, “Yeah, that’s cool” and then he’s like, “Yo! this is a bookstore, it’s not a music store!” And then they met at Patrick’s house. so, Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fuckin’ reason. and Pete’s there for some reason. they start playing music together and they’re like, “oh, let’s play some fucking covers from some other bands!” there was like Green Day, and fucking Misfits, and fuckin Ramones. Pete said to Joe, “Yo! We gotta change this shit up!” — HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH — *sips beer* — “Yo, we played all these bands, let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy” and so Pete and Patrick were like, “Yo, that’s dope. but we need a fucking drummer!” because Patrick’s playing drums and he’s a singer! Patrick’s like, “Yo! I got a soul voice!” and they’re like, “wait! how do you have a soul voice?” and he’s like, “Yo, watch this – YEAAAAAYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAEEEEEEEHEEEEEYEEEEHEEEEHHH” and they’re like, “ Oh my God, that sounds like soul!” so they put it in a song, it was like, “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHTTTTTTT” — THHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH — and then they’re like, “Yo, that’s fuckin perfect. this is fall out boy” — *drinks beer* —

And they made records like ‘Evening out with your ex-girlfriend’ Evening out with your ex-girlfriend everybody loves it — “It’s called evening out with your girlfriend” — With your ex-girlfriend? It’s called evening out with your ex-girlfriend. It’s called eating out your girlfriend and it’s real and it doesn’t matter.

And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like, “yooo, what the fuuuuuck!!?? YO THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKIN DOOOPE” so they made a record and it was called ‘Take This to Your Grave’. They made it without a drummer! and they had like three, four drummers come in; the four drummers ahead come in were like Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from Toto — tnghhhh — the fourth one was like the guy from like Papa Roach or something. And they’re like, “Yo, we need Andy Hurley.” “Andy Hurley, Take This To Your Grave, fuckin record it.” And he did it and he killed it and he was like, “BEGEDEGEDUGUDLULULUHHHLAHLAH BSHHH” Killin the skins! Tappin the skins! Tappin the rim! Playing the shit! Killin these bitches! Wrappin it out! — THAHAHA YOU’RE GETTING A FUCKING TATTOO RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING OON!!?? —

“We should get signed to Fueled By Ramen, cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on” they were like, “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is which is not fucking hard -” — tnghhh — “- we will sign you guys” he was like, “yo! we got this record that’s fuckin dope dude!” it’s called Take This To Your Grave. It’s called From Under The Cork Tree, it’s gonna be fucking huge. And then Patrick was like, “I gotta keep it real. I gotta keep it artistic. These are - These are three songs that are gonna make the album it’s called — *burp* — this is called Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, Twenty Dollar Nosebleed, and Sugar, We’re Goin Down. And they made this record that was fuckin dope and they fucking hit on the charts like ONE, TWO, THREE! THREE, TWO, ONE! THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEEENNN! TEN TO ONE! From Under The Cork Tree sold like four million records… ten million records… FIFTEEN MILLION RECORDS!

And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record! And Patrick was like, “THAT’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD”

Pete was like, “Yo, fuck you! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like, “Yeah, that’s cool man whatever I don’t give a shit” and then Andy was like, “Eh. Cool!” and Pete was like, “Makeup is fuckin great for a guy because it makes a guy look beautiful which a lot of times a guy is not beautiful and i wanna change that. I wanna make sure that everybody thinks that guys are beautiful”

— SPIT. SPIT. SPIT. “I’m good so far” “Do you wanna spit one more time?” “Yeah, I do.” SPIT. SPIT. SPIT. NGHHH SHUT THE FUCK! HAHAHA OH FUCK ALRIGHT ALRIGHT —

Pete was like, “Oh my god! I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” and then I saw the dick pic and I was like, “Eh, it’s not bad! It’s not a bad dick. Let’s be real.”

We made Rolling Stone one issue before Fall Out Boy and Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so PISSED! they were like, “yo, fuck you guys!” They’re like, “YO PANIC! HAS THE FUCKING COVER OF ROLLING STONE!? YO FUCK THESE DUDES WE’RE GONNA FUCKING GO MILES ABOVE! WE’RE GONNA HIT EVERY FUCKING CONTINENT THERE IS KNOWN TO MAN!” but they didn’t! because they missed a second of time! Apparently, they were like, “Oh shit we got every continent!” When they didn’t actually hit it.

Dude, Pete was like, “WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” OOOOH YOU DIDN’T FUCKIN MAKE THE CONTINENT! IT’S LIKE FUCK YOU!

So From Under The Cork Tree happens we fuckin have three four years of awesomeness like people were coming on themselves cuz it’s so big.

Alright, so Fall Out Boy was like —

So Patrick was like, “Yo we’re gonna name this record From ooo - From Under The Cork Tree and from Inninity from EHEHAHA From Infinity on High.

Pete was like, "Yo, Folie A Deux means the theatric of two” — “The Madness of Two” “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” —

Fall Out Boy was like, “Yo, we gotta take a break” meaning Pete was like, “Yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like “I need time for my music - OOOOUUNGHHH” and Joe’s like, “Yo, I need time to find the fuckin art dude i gotta find some fuckin muh-metal” and andy’s like, “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands :D” and they’re like, “Alright, this break’s from like three years long two years long three years long three and a half?” “we gotta fuckin come back man we gotta come back STRONG”

— YOU TOOK MY BEER AWAY WHAT THE FUCK “you poured it all over yourself” —

“We gotta make this shit legit, it’s gonna be fuckin dope it’s gonna go fuckin sky high! we’re gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies!” “skieees” “we’re gonna call this record: Save Rock and Roll”

So they made Alone Together, Light Em Up, Alone Together, The Phoenix. Everyone was like, “What the fuuuck?? you were going to the sky you fucking recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk!” — “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ON MY SHIRT DID I PEE ON MYSELF?” “You poured beer all over yourself” “oh god” —

Pete was like, “Yo, we’re gonna end up on a tour with Panic! At The Disco and Twenty Pilots” TAHAHA *burp. spit.*

And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. and that’s just how the fuckin story goes.