#i am so fucking sorry for this.

[th3worstinm3]

Okay I saw this ask in @kingdom0fcards blog and I knew i had to do something because it's so fucking hot

noah and folio hatefucking? why not!

Warnings: USE OF SLURS, spit, degradation, insults, unprotected sex (wrap it up, dont be a fool), uh explicit anal sex, things with feet, porn without actual plot? idk there's probably a lot (THERE IS A LOT OH MY GOD DID I REALLY JUST WRITE THIS)

this is my first time writing something like this so i am so sorry for any mistakes and errors in the plot LMAO

I'm so sorry.

Minors i can't control what you do, read at your own risk ig

nick looked down at noah once again from his drum set, this was the fifth time he did and every single time his brain got needier. and he hated it. he hated how attracted he was to noah. he hated how good he looked when he dropped on his knees, arching his back and moaning while he sang. nick despised how hot his best friend looked.

he cursed under his breath as he confused the beat of nowhere to go. he was getting angrier as the set passed, and he wanted nothing but to grab noah by that neck of his and fuck his fucking brains out while telling him how bad he hated him and his stupidly hot body.

bad decisions started, and nick almost bucked his hips at noah's low singing voice. he fucking hated that man.

the set went by smoothly, only interrupted by a fight that visibly frustrated noah. nick was the first one to walk to the green room not even greeting the fans and throwing his drumsticks. as the fans cheered, he found himself sitting on the small sofa in the middle of the green room, backstage. jaw clenched in anger, head thrown back in the headboard of the sofa and arms crossed around his chest, his dick was pulsing with need. he needed to feel noahs walls clenching around him as he moaned and screamed beautifully with that haunting voice of his.

he heard noah's voice approaching, and with no previous advice, he got up, quickly walking towards the sound. luckily for nick, noah was now alone.

he grabbed him by the neck, walking him to the green room. noah let out a sound of surprise, drowned in the sound of the door closing harshly. nick pinned noah to the wall behind him, not once leaving his neck. noah's eyes widened in fear and uncertainty, as nick's knee pushed noah's thighs apart and landed on his crotch. noah whined.

nick leaned closer, breathing on noah's ear making him shiver and let out a pained groan. "i fucking hate you. i fucking hate how hot you make me feel." he whispered. noah squirmed underneath nick's body, trying to get some friction by moving his hips over nick's knee. nicks hand stopped his movements, and noah whimpered, breath picking up and heart beating faster. nick leaned back, and swallowed as he saw noah's already fucked out, flushed face, sweaty, chest heaving as ragged breaths left his parted, pink shiny lips.

"i fucking hate you and your stupid attitude on stage, you made me fucking mess shit up, and its your fucking fault for making me feel like this." so, nick isn't gay or anything, and he's convinced of that. hes convinced he definitely doesn't find men attractive. but noah, noah has something that makes him want to bend him over and fuck him from behind until he forgets his own name. and he hates how bad it is, into what he has turned him.

"you and your stupid fucking voice, dropping yourself on your knees like a slut begging to get your mouth fucked-" nick interrupted himself, pressing noah's neck slightly harder, but making sure he can still breathe, as he squirmed again. noah's hands went to nick's, digging his nails into his skin hoping he'll release him.

nick complied, stepping back and tucking his hands into his pockets. noah fell down as his back was still pressed against the white wall of the green room. noahs legs were spread as he caught his breath. nick nonchalantly eyed him from above, and in a swift movement, his foot went right to noahs crotch. noah let out a choked out sob, grasping nick's ankle harshly.

nick's foot moved over noah's dick, working him harshly as the mentioned let out short and pained sobs. his nails were digging into nick's skin, but he didn't care. "do you know how much i hate your stupid slutty attitude all the time?" nick whispered, noah closed his eye, moaning and bucking his hips into nick's foot. "fucking look at me" nick threatened. noah didn't comply, just dropped his head lower as he let out ragged breaths through teeth.

nick's foot stopped. noah whined, grasping at his skin and moving it towards him. he needed to cum so goddamn badly it hurt. nick shook noah's hands off his leg, kneeled down, plopped his elbows on his knees and looked at noah through lidded, wide pupils. he chuckled at noah's fucked out face, bringing a hand to his chin and lifting his head up to him. nick could feel noah's hot breath on his face, and he could smell his post show odor. normally he would tell noah to take a fucking shower, but this time, it only brought him closer to that feral state he was falling into.

his lips were so close to each other, and noah was so eager to feel nick's against his own. nick wouldn't comply though, and this only brought noah closer to the edge. nick chuckled darkly again, and with a jokingly pitiful coo, he stood up again, making a long whine leave noah's mouth.

"nick-" noah moaned. the mentioned interrupted him. "did i tell you to fucking speak?" he spat out, angrily. noah shook his head, dropping it an instant later. his shoulders rose and fell with each desperate breath he took, and his hands were shaking needing to touch himself so badly.

nick decided he had enough of whiny, noah, and bringing his hands to his belt, he patted his thigh with his foot. "stand up." but noah didn't obey. as he fidgeted with the buckle of his belt, his eyebrows furrowed together. "i told you to stand up." noah's hands dropped on his side.

this just made nick lose the last thread of patience he had. noah left a pained gasp as nick yanked noah from his hair. noahs hands went to nicks, breathing harshly. nick guided him to the couch, bending him over with a hand on his back, pressing him impossibly harder into the cushions.

"you wanna be a brat? go ahead and be a brat, im just right with that." he spat out darkly, pulling his own stage pants and underwear down in a swift motion. noah's head was hidden between his folded shoulders, and the sounds he was letting out just made nick more eager to fuck him.

"up." nick commanded. noah quietly and slowly shifted his hips up, letting the shroter almost break those stupid pants that clung into his ass beautifully. he yanked noah's underwear down in a fast motion, and drowned in the sight of noah's exposed ass, spread legs and painfully hard dick. it made his own jump.

nicks palms landed on one of his asscheeks, massaging it and digging his fingers into his plush skin, all while noah drooled all over himself and pushed his hips into nick's hands. "fuck i fucking hate how beautiful you look right now, all spread out for me." he cooed, and noah moaned loudly, dick jumping at nick's words.

noah sighed. "nick, please," the mentioned chuckled. "please, what?" he leaned over, chest finding noah's back as he whispered over and licked noah's ear. noah's hips bucked. "please touch me" it came in an almost inaudible whisper. nick groaned at noah's neediness.

the silence made noah feel uneasy, did he break the rules? did he do something he shouldn't have? was nick going to let him cum? he felt nicks hand roam from his stomach to his hips, making him jump. "is that what you want?" nick's hand creeped painfully close to noah's dick, and he nodded desperately, slurred out "pleases" leaving his lips.

just as nick was around to wrap his hand around noah's cock, he pulled away. noah let out a drawn out mewl, shifting against nick's hips. he felt nick's own hardness hit his ass, and now he needed him inside him as soon as possible.

nick chuckled again, grabbing noah by the hair and pulling his head towards him. he left a trail of kisses from his neck to his lower back, free hand roaming under noah's black stage tank top. nicks cold fingers landed on noah's perked up nipples, and he oh so slowly started rolling them between his digits. noah's knees were threatening to give out, so nick's hand left his hair and placed it over his stomach keeping his hips high up in the air.

noah's whines became louder and louder, and his hips shook uncontrollably. his dick was begging to be touched, tip dark red and dripping cloudy precum. nick seemed to take pity on him, as the hand keeping him up wrapped around his shaft. he didn't move, instead he just pressed. noah moaned loudly as his thighs flexed, he needed nick to move. the shorter chuckled in amusement, watching noah's desperate moves.

nick's hand finally moved, and noah gasped as nick's other hand pinched his nipple. nick held a painfully slow pace, making noah grow more desperate as minutes passed. he whined nick's name, as his thumb pressed on the slit of his dick. noah felt the familiar fuzzy feeling in his belly, he knew he wasn't gonna last long with nick all over his body. he felt nick's dick pulse over his ass, and that was enough to almost bring him to the edge.

his orgasm was interrupted by nick's hand stopping suddenly. he cried, sobbed and gasped nick's name, needing to cum so goddamn badly. nick was also growing anxious, he honestly didn't know how he had this much patience.

nick shushed noah's drawn out moans with a hand to his mouth. muffled out sobs of his name made nick snort. "do you want to cum like this? or would you like me to fuck your ass like the disgusting little faggot you are?"

noahs hips bucked, and he almost came right there. the insult got to his head and he needed nick to degrade him more and more. he nodded, and nick's hands left his body. noah squirmed around, but stayed as still as he could just as nick liked.

with a smirk, nick spat in his hand, pumping his dick a couple times before lining it with noah's hole. noah choked out a gasp. "wait- wait," noah slurred out, making nick stop in his tracks. the silence indicated noah to continue. "can you please use your fingers first? please?" noah slurred out quietly, fearful that nick would just go at it before even prepping him.

nick thought for a second. he didn't really want to. noah had been teasingly horrible the entire night and he felt like he didn't really deserve what he asked for. but he complied. this was his friend we are talking about, and he didn't want to hurt him and lose his friendship.

so, nick did what noah asked for. he let his mouth fall open over his ass, and a string of saliva traveled from his lips to his bum. the warmth made noah jump, but he was happy nick had listened to him. without previous advice, nick licked his index finger and slowly entered noah's shaky body.

noah closed his eyes with a moan, and his hips moved in unison with nicks slow thrusts.

the shorter added a second finger, and as noah whined, he began looking for his prostate. he knew he had found it when noah arched his back and muffled a loud, high pitched moan in one of the cushions. he kept his pace, pressing against that bundle of nerves that made noah's knees shake and his head spin.

noah moaned nick's name again, and nick hummed, not stopping his movements. "i need you-" a moan interrupted him. "i need you inside of me-" and a whined please was all nick needed to retract his fingers. he leaned on noah's back again, pressing his chest against his skin and bracing himself on one of his arms, he lined himself up with noah's hole once again.

biting his shoulder, nick pushed his dick inside of noah. noah whined loudly, and nick couldn't help but groan at how tight he was. "fuck you're so tight-" he mumbled.

he cursed under his breath as their hips met, and he stayed still for a moment. nick's free hand went to noah's chest, feeling his fast heart beat. in a swift movement, he pulled out slightly, only to pull in again, making noah gasp and choke on a moan. he tried to keep a steady pace, but noah's high whines and his walls clenching around him snapped something inside of him.

his thrusts became harder and sloppier, and his grip on noah's hips grew stronger. he was sure he was gonna leave bruises. noah's moans never ceased, and when nick took a hold of his dick, he sobbed out. tears started spilling from his eyes and painting his flushed red cheeks.

"you like that? you like how im using your hole like the fucking slut you are?" noah's walls clenched around nick as he sobbed. nick's hand went to noah's neck, and he pressed as he brought him up to his level, never once stopping his brutal pace. "open your fucking mouth." noah complied as he whined.

nick spat in noah's mouth, forcing him to swallow which only added to his arousal. "i fucking hate you, you hear me? fucking-" he cut himself off with a groan. "-fucking making me feel attracted to a faggot like you" noah moaned out.

nick's wrist sped up, and noah started to feel that knot in his bely about to snap. he needed it so badly.

nick's hand traveled from noah's neck to his chin, tapping his lips with his index and middle fingers. noah complied, opening his mouth letting nick introduce his fingers inside his mouth. noah's tongue swirled and sucked on nick's digits.

muffled out pleas and cries left noah's body, knot aching to snap at any given moment. "you want to cum? hm?" nick continued his fast pace as noah nodded desperately. "go ahead, cum for me like the stupid little bitch you are."

noah's eyes rolled back as he almost screamed out, ropes of cum painting his chest and nick's hand white. nick kept fucking him through his orgasm, pumping his dick even though he was already going soft. it hurt so bad, but he couldn't find his voice. a slurred out call of te shorter's name left his fucked up throat, and nick shushed him with a hand on his mouth again. noah took it all.

nick kept pounding him, using him for his own pleasure, until his own orgasm got to him. noah was crying, squirming under nick's painful touch. his back hurt like a bitch and his shoulders stung. nick caught his breath, flopping against noah's back. noah whined, and nick gave him a filthy kiss to shut him up.

he pulled out, watching noah's hole clenching against nothing as his seed ran out of him. he huffed a snort, rubbing his hands on his sides as he made his way to the bathroom to properly clean himself up.

noah's knees gave out, and he dropped to the floor, head still hidden between folded arms. his breathing was ragged and harsh, and his eyes were closed. he took a deep breath, and smiled slightly when he heard the door close, leaving him all alone in his own mess.

[twinliches]

cannot stop thinking about the french man who during dinner responded to a person asking "should we be naughty and get desert" by pulling a face and going "naughty? it is chocolate, it is not an, uh, threesome"

[akiizayoi4869]

They need to remove the "convicted felon" option from job applications, and anything else that requires you to say whether or not you have a criminal history. Because CLEARLY if we can have a convicted felon in the white house, then convicted felons everywhere should be allowed to get jobs, should be allowed to vote, etc.

[oh-snapperss]

they'll fund a genocide and let their poor regions be destroyed. don't fucking forgive them for that.

my hometown is completely gone from what pictures i can find of it, i have not heard from my family (including aunts, uncles, parents, one sibling, and a grandparent), and the infrastructure in the mountain communities is wiped out. i cannot stress how catastrophic this is, or how difficult it will be for these communities to build back. i am angry, and scared, and heartbroken by everything that's happened.

and our government is spending it's money to fund a genocide.

free palestine, and don't be complicit. realize that this is not something happening that doesn't affect you--although it shouldn't take this to care about the deaths of thousands of people anyway.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[null-hydrangea]

This image was doing numbers on pinterest and I just realized that I forgot to post it on THE robot enthusiast site ever.

[cozylittleartblog]

@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you

edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally

[puppppppppy]

thanks @chipper-smol for getting me ISAT i will be so irresponsible with the looping

[courfee]

17 December 1975 / 15 May 1976

[frostedpuffs]

miraculous furrybug

[seven-tastic]

that one silly pijama thingy but its aventiopaz

[transpecter]

giant submissive werewolf boyfriend lapping at my cunt and pathetically humping the mattress until he cums everywhere WHEN

[clarisimart]

Self recognition through the other (horror)

If you like what I do, here’s my ko-fi and my commission info

[papanowo]

i think dan should get to be a little weird too. as a treat

[inkskinned]

idaho is already moving to repeal same-sex marriage. they say it's an overreach of the governmental power, and that the law should be determined by "state's rights".

trump is expected to sign an executive order banning trans women in women's sports. in the article i've linked there, he notes that the "biggest hand" (most applause) he gets is when he attacks trans women. isn't that interesting.

i know my own father voted for him. my own father, radicalized by podcasts and bad youtube, voted for this; felt smug about it. he genuinely believes the dems want to "put christians in camps." as if the dems could ever get off their silken asscheeks and actually do anything. i wish they had strong enough messaging to be misattributed like this.

my girlfriend and i worked the polls on election day, counting ballots. my father was eating noisily beside us. "see? you're freaked out about nothing." after all, i live in massachusetts: beautiful, expensive, no-working-transportation MA. the only state to go all-blue.

"if it's state's rights, you'll be fine," he said. i'd been sworn at a few days before this. a year ago almost to the day, i got hit in the head with an empty beer bottle. he said i was being dramatic. after all, first-adopter "the gay state" Massachusetts would rather explode than get rid of same-sex marriage. so what should i care, after all.

this man is a deacon. i guess he expects me not to get out of the car in any red state. i guess he thinks my relationship dissolves across certain borders. he doesn't see why it's concerning that i can't leave, because why would i want to. who wants to go to idaho? who cares about the real, living, breathing people in idaho.

(but then again: who cares about the real, living, breathing humans on deportation planes. they're not us. after all, my father came here legally. i am an american citizen because of birthright citizenship. i am even debating this because he immigrated.)

i texted my mom about it. i feel sick. no matter how much activism and research and outreach i do: it's always shocking to see a room full of people who hate you so much that they take legal action against you. on my small ex-work-laptop, i watch the shaking hands of people in idaho begging their representatives to reconsider. the fear in their voice is palpable. no person should have their relationship threatened this way. the motion still passes, 46-24.

it's all just happening so fast. i feel i am pushing my hands through glass pieces, watching the cuts before i feel them.

people often reference "first they came for..." when stuff like this happens, and while that's fair - there's a very quiet part of me that always says they're already at your door, you complete idiot. the same force that governs trans women's bodies will also be used against cis women. the censorship about supposed "DEI terms" will also be used to stifle science in general.

it won't just be idaho.

[lazylittledragon]

taking all my american followers by the shoulders. listen to me. just because you have a more promising candidate now doesn't mean you just assume it's going to be fine and don't bother voting. assuming trump wasn't going to win is how you got here in the first place so you go out and fucking vote for harris and give everyone a fighting chance.

also if you're still in the 'they're both as bad as eachother' delirium, please take your head out from between your cheeks and consider that your options are an imperfect president and the literal worst person alive who is going to get masses of people killed. i've said it like this before, but it's like deciding between maybe getting food poisoning or definitely having a brain aneurysm. take your pick i guess but don't be surprised when you drop dead.