#he a good boy

[000marie198]

He worried about his friends

[hotluncheddie]

💦🦎🐶💕

Gators wrist aches. 

And the fucking cast is uncomfortable. 

And that meant it took him ages to do his stupid fucking chores because his wrist hurts. 

Roy doesn’t care about that though, just sniffed at him to make sure he washed up properly before dinner, to not track mud around his house. He kept glaring at Gators cast through the meal, adding tension that Gator hates. It wasn’t his fault. That freak is a fucking crazy, evil witch or something. 

Worse again, he had to ask Karen to help wrap his cast so he could actually take a shower, wash that hospital smell off his skin. 

‘Thanks’ Gator grunts, arm covered in a plastic bag and taped at the top. He waits for her to leave, shirt already off, before he attempts to get his pants down. 

The struggle make him blush for some reason. Imagining if someone were to see him, if someone hot were to see him like this. Vulnerable. 

He blushes harder. 

The shower is nice, he gets to be fully alone. Feel his skin get clean and pink and tight. He scrubs at himself as best he can with one hand, still getting all his bits with the wash cloth like normal.

His shoulders are still tense though, he need to relax, needs something more after the shit fuck day he’s had. 

He breaths deep, inhaling the hot steam. Wipes over his balls and shivers when it hurts a little. That freak squeezed the shit out of them, so now if he presses, it’s like thumbing a bruise. Achey and deep. 

He presses again. Groans. Gut churning with heat. 

Once he’s done he doesn’t bother with clothes again, just stays in his towel and slips into his room. He shuts the door and puts his baseball bat under the handle. It’s not a lock but, it gives him an extra moment if anyone tries to get in. 

Gator shoves the window up, craving his vape. His dad’ll rage if he sees him smoking it in the house, says its sissy shit, a nasty habit.  

But Gator doesn’t give a fuck, hates cigarettes, they taste fucking gross. So he leans his torso out and lets the milky white clouds float up into the dark sky. Roy none the wiser. 

Gator shivers, nipples hardening against the cold air. But he just keeps the vape in his mouth and sucks. Tastes like watermelon. He licks over the mouthpiece and sucks harder. 

The cold gets too much and he empties his lungs again, shutting the widow and sticking the vape in his mouth at the handle. So he won’t accidentally take a pull and get it in the house. 

Also, it feels good, to hold it there. 

Gator drops his towel on the floor and sits on the bed. He forgot to take the stupid bag off his wrist and he whines, annoyed. 

The tape pulls some of his arm hairs with it and he curses softly, watching the line of skin bloom red. He fiddles with the vape, biting it, licking over it and letting it sit deeper in his mouth. He strokes over the soft red skin of his arm, feels more relaxed now that he’s free of his clothes and the day, damp hair falling into his eyes. 

He wiggles his fingers and pushes how far he can move beneath the cast. Pain shoots up his arm but he shivers again. The pain feels kind of good. 

He lets the vape sit heavy on his tongue. His mouth filling with spit. Cock stirring. 

Closing his eyes and breathing through his nose he lets his hand cup his balls again like in the shower, testing how much pressure is needed for it to ache. His cock hardens at the contact, the callouses on his hands always feel good against the soft skin. 

He squeezes, hissing at the pain but he feels his slit get wet, flood with pre. He whimpers. 

Falling back against his pillows, Gator curses his stupid broken wrist again silently as he goes to use it to palm his cock lightly, the scratchy cast irritating his skin. Instead he sighs, cast falling to his side as he fiddles with the vape again, pushing it deeper and pulling out, over and over, letting his mind go a little foggy. 

He switches hands, the fingers poking out of the cast just enough to hold onto the plastic. His free hand coming to stroke over his half hard cock. He wishes, vaguely, that he had something bigger to suck on. 

Gator lets his mind wanders to the hospital earlier that day. The way he could see down one of the nurses scrubs when she bent to use the computer. 

The one who wrapped his cast was nice, older, smelt good. Big tits. He palms his cock to full hardness, thinking about her. How she looked focusing on his arm, how she talked to him kind of stern when giving instructions, what she said at the end. 

There was a male nurse there too, around his age. Probably a fag, gator thought. But now he blushes, thinking about how he put his arm in place for the x-ray and pushed his wheelchair for him. He had big hands and the muscles in his forearms flexed when he held his arm and told gator to sit still. 

He pushes the vape further in and writhes a little in the sheets. Wants more friction, something between his legs. 

He gets up onto his knees, keeping the vape between his teeth and shoves two pillows between his thighs. They push up against his balls and he relishes the scratch of the fabric across his taint. 

He glances at the handcuffs, flushes more and pouts, it’s going to be months till he can really use them again. 

Gator shoves at the pillow until there’s a fold he can fuck down into. Feeling more desperate now that he’s fully hard, fabric surrounding his length and tip leaving a wet patch. 

He puts the vape against his cheek and shoves. Eyes rolling at the stretch. At the thought of the nurse’s dark brown eyes looking down at him from above, keeping his arm still. 

He cants his hips harder, blood rushing in his ears, his mind blissed out. Floating away from his room and his house and his life.

He imagines the male nurse against his back, holding his hands still at the headboard. All of him broad and strong, his hands had been so warm. 

Wants the female nurse in front of him, playing with his nipples and watching him fuck the pillow with judgment in her eyes. But she’d pets his cheek and he realises a couple tears have slipped out, falling down his face. 

He whimpers, really leaking now, feels it gushing out of him. He’s being loud, thinking about them looking at him, holding him and judging him, getting hard and wet over him. He pants and the vape slips out of his mouth. 

But he doesn’t stop to grab it, lost somewhere in his sheets. Instead he just shoves three fingers in his mouth, pushing them back and gagging slightly. Imagines it’s the nurse, her nails tickling his throat. Gators mouth fills with spit and he feels some slip out and slide down his chin and neck. 

He feels messy and needy and he whines again, thrusting into the pillows harder and faster as he feels his balls draw up, that ache shooting through his gut and making him writhe. Fucking a fourth finger in, stretching his mouth and letting drool fall onto his cock. 

He moans, rabbiting his hips, arching his back and imagining the nurses big hands on him, forcing him to move faster, harder. 

The female nurse was nice when she did the cast, shushing him lightly and once she was done she’d winked, smiled and walked away. 

But only after she’d said something that rattled him. Send him fuzzy and stupid right there on the hospitals plastic chair. 

He thinks about it now, falling from her lips, whispered in his ear. 

‘Good boy.’ 

Gator moans, long and drawn, muffled by his full mouth. Fucking, writhing, tensing. Spilling all over his pillow. 

He humps the mess a few more times, until he sticky and overstimulated. Whining again and sniffing, tears having left tracks down his cheeks. 

He throws the pillow onto the floor, leaving it for future him to figure out. 

Keeping his fingers in his mouth he curls up under the sheets, pulling a pillow into his chest and nuzzling into the one under his head. He has to leave his cast out flat, instead of tucked in close like he’d normally sleep. 

He whines, coming back to himself slowly. Focusing on the softness of the duvet and sheets, licking over his fingers before pulling them out slow. Glistening with spit and Gator instantly misses having his mouth full. 

Wiping them on the sheets absently, he finds his vape. Risking one puff before sticking the end in his mouth again. He knows he probably looks stupid, wrapped up and needing something to suck on to fall asleep. But he also doesn’t really fucking care. Not when his muscles have finally relaxed and his brains still offline from cumming so hard. Finally feeling good after his shitty fucking day. 

Gator curls tighter around the pillow, keeping his fingers near his mouth and pulls his knees up to his chest. 

He falls asleep like that. Thinking vaguely of nurses and scrubs and how two different kinds of hands would feel on his body. 

Ignoring that he’ll never find out. Not any time soon. Not when his dad breaths down his neck the way he does. While he’s in this bum fuck town, only place he’s ever known. 

Gator’ll have to stick to fantasy. Stick to his pillows and fingers and spit.

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Ao3

@babydollbaron @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx ;)

[dashintrash]

He is THE King (and the father)

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[thepossumcore]

[pangur-and-grim]

Belphie looks so handsome today

[canisalbus]

✦ I've been saving all my summers for you ✦

[bajaja-blast]

you dislike Luke Castellan because he disagreed with an oppressive government system and actually took action to change the abusive ways him and his peers have been forced to follow for millennia.

I dislike Luke Castellan because in the Titans Curse he manipulated Annabeth, who he raised as his little sister, into holding up the sky, the FUCKING sky, for over 20 hours and had the audacity to walk away as though he was completely apathetic towards it while she begged and pleaded with him to help her.

we are not the same.

[yakichoufd]

i wanted to join that twitter meme

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[technically-human]

I delivered

[uriangerswife]

Posting this here too, in light of Everything™

[lucid-pessimist]

He’s a good driver

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

while we wait.

may i offer you all a pubby?? lil bby barns?

[a-jasminator]

Edwin Payne is my favorite Disney princess