#ill update on the writing

[genderqueerdykes]

had the consult for my gallbladder surgery. the doctor told me i need to "lose 10 - 15 pounds" before they'll perform the surgery on me, and that I would need to wait 2 - 3 months before they would schedule it. i told her i have PCOS which makes it difficult to lose weight. she told me that does happen, and offered to refer me to a bariatric surgeon who is used to bigger bodies who could perform the gallbladder removal instead. i asked her for the referral to them instead

i was very angry at her for this, as 10 - 15 pounds do not make any difference when you are 300 lbs. my weight fluctuates between 280 - 340 lbs depending greatly on what i've eaten, how much i exercise, and so on. this will also vary greatly depending on if the stone is blocking my gallbladder completely or partially- if it's fully blocking the neck of my gallbladder, i cannot get enough digestive juices into my stomach to properly digest my food, so i will begin violently vomiting to get the undigested food out, and to get bile flowing into my stomach again. i begin to lose tons of weight when this happens, and i put it back on during the periods where i can get enough bile in my stomach to properly digest my food.

i can't digest my food properly. eating "healthier" will not change this- i can't digest food at all, period. healthy or unhealthy, i can't digest anything, because a good half of my digestive juices are completely missing from my guts. there is a functional issue with the way my guts work, of course i will lose weight drastically and put it back on at times. of course the issues will be episodic.

both her and the student that was working with me kept assuming that i said that my pain got worse after "high fat" meals. both of them put this in my mouth-

the student did it first. she asked when the pain gets worse and i said sporadically, but sometimes after i eat. she literally asked me "so you said it gets worse after fatty meals, right?"

i got frustrated and said "no, it's really random." i didn't get to tell her that raw leafy vegetables and lightly steamed or cooked vegetables make me vomit. broccoli and cauliflower that aren't heavily cooked, salads, raw vegetables, lightly cooked carrots, applesauce and apples in general are all problem foods.

the doctor then came in and said "it gets worse after high fat meals, right? you said that" and i went, again, "no it just kinda happens."

i don't even eat a high fat diet. i cook at home now for every meal now that i have all the tools i need to do so. i make rice, fish, pasta, and certain vegetables that i can digest like potatoes, sweet potatoes, onions, mushrooms, and so on. i eat bread, seeds, nuts, dried fruits, and drink oatmilk. i don't eat land meats, eggs, or dairy. i don't have any of those things. i do eat french fries and fish sticks, but not for every single meal. i don't eat chips because they're too salty and irritate my stomach. i don't eat candy or sweets unless the food bank delivers them to me. i don't eat much sugar other than pancakes and certain fruits

she wouldn't listen to me and went "well when you eat fatty meals, your gallbladder has to contract more and it can cause you a lot of pain." you would not believe how many times she came back to "you need to eat a lower fat diet." "the pain gets worse after you eat a high fat meal, so eat lower fat meals and your pain will go down." "just eat a lower fat diet and it'll help."

i just kind of sighed. there were tears in my eyes. i felt defeated. they made a bunch of assumptions just because i was sitting there, being fat. i was wearing long sleeves due to it being cold and they didn't get to see that i have a lot of muscle in my body mass. quite a lot. i wanted to tell them that i'm on testosterone and physically active when and where possible, and that i frequently lift heavy objects and move, but i never got a chance. i wanted to tell them my BMI isn't what they think it is, but i just didn't bother to try

i despise that people assume that fat people are fat because they eat "unhealthy" foods. i ate high fat foods for a few months while i was homeless because i didn't have the resources to cook every single meal. it affected my liver, i'm dealing with some fatty liver. but my gallbladder has more important issues in the form of the literal stone inside. she would not stop pushing for me to eat lower fat meals. all because i was sitting there, existing, as a fat person. i wish i would've told her i can only eat fish and plant matter

i don't understand how a patient telling you they're vomiting and can't keep down certain foods does not sound like a more pressing issue than an arbitrary number. weight as a number means nothing, it tells you nothing about that person's actual body composition. i have trauma with vomiting and yet i'm going to have to keep doing it anyway despite the fact that it could kill me via dehydration or if i just. can't stop

either way i'm very unhappy with result as i already waited for a month for this consult. now i have to wait for a referral for another surgeon to go through, and to do the consult with them, too. all while being in pain and having GI issues the entire time. just because a surgeon doesn't want to take the time to learn how to operate on fat bodies. i'm tired. what a joke

[ping-ski]

made a proper ref for my DCA AU!! (mainly for myself cause i was tired of digging for doodles and vague scribbles of their design)

will update and post the Y/N and sona design later if im not asleep by then lol

[bamsara]

i miss solar lunacy ngl. it randomly activates in my brain like a sleeper agent and then i go to the word document, write some and then disappear again

[deoidesign]

Time and Time Again comes back tonight!

Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know it was a long hiatus.

My health was struggling, my arm was (is) hurting, and I decided it wasn't worth it. I'd rather be slow!

So thank you for giving me that grace, and I hope you'll be there with me for the rest of the series.

[xo-myloves]

I have a love hate relationship with Nikki, so why not put it to good use….

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐༞༞༞༞༞༞

Nikki sixx, so many ways to put him, he wrote great songs, his looks were fucking fantastic, his band was good, but fuck he was such a prick, such a fucking poser, such a douche, he always thought he was better than everyone else, maybe someone needs to put his fucking ass in check.

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It was like any other night in the Roxy, lots of chicks, lot of guys, the smell of sex, boozes and rock n roll was in the air, couldn’t be any better, I knew Nikki’s schedule by now, he would play a show wherever he had booked, come to the Roxy, fuck some chick, go to bed, I’ve been that chick before.

He decided to tell everyone on the strip I was the easiest piece of meat of the street. I wanted to crave his fucking face in, especially the person who came up and told me about it, Mr fucking axl rose. When this ginger fuck came up to me and asking if I was as easy as Nikki says, I wanted to rip his fucking head off.

It was more of a joke with axl so I didn’t care as much, I’ve known him for a while, he didn’t like Nikki either, so it was all perfect, he told me when he was coming to and when he was, fucking perfect, it was all perfect.

As I was lost in my train of thought, I looked up to see the one and only, Mr sixx, that fucking cock.

“Hey Nikki!” I shouted from the other side of the club to catch his attention, he immediately turned and came up to me with a drunk gaze and smile, he reeked of cigarettes and whiskey, why did I find that so hot.

“Well hello gorgeous.” Nikki spoke in his usual cocky tone, already starting a fire in my being, i just gave him a fake smile, which he believed, “what brings you here doll face?” Nikki spoke again putting his arm around me, I wanted to fucking bite it off! But didn’t. Not yet at least.

“How about we have some fun, like we did?” I bit my tongue as I spoke, wanting to swallow the words I already said, it was all a plan though, I knew what I was doing, I was calculated, I wasn’t you’re average slut, if I was a slut, I’d be a damn smart one.

Nikki’s face light up at my question, more of a statement the more I think about it, “already want more of me?”

God he was such an annoying prick.

“you could say so, let’s just get going.” I tried to hurry up the process of getting him to my hotel, and teaching him who the fuck is in charge.

As we got a cab to my hotel, he was all over me, trying to reach his hands up my skirt, trying to take my top off, everytime i would just slap the shit out of him, not letting him get a second of me, which was already making his blood boil.

“Let me touch you baby, please, or touch me.” He grabbed my hand, reaching it down to his crotch, and you know what I did? I fucking squeezed the shit out of his dick making him yelp in pain, making him shoot up with surprise and frustration, only making me laugh in amusement.

“What the fuck y/n?!” He shouted at me, making the car driver look back, I just put my fingers to his lips, in a very sexually manner, which made this horny bastard immediately retract his actions.

After the cab finally pulled up to my hotel, shaking the bright lights, I immediately got out, waiting for Nikki, who stumbled out of the car, almost falling onto his fucking face, which I wish he did so I could laugh at him.

We get upstairs and he is already taking his clothes off, and walking up to me and trying to get in my pants, I let him think he is getting more than he thinks at first, I let him give me a few kisses and squeezes.

Until I push him onto the bed, grabbing my handcuffs and his eyes light up with fear and excitement, “w-what is that f-for?” He looked scared and for some sick reason it turned me on and boosted my confidence, I locked the cuffs to the bed frame making him squirm a bit, which ended up with him getting hit with the back of my hand.

“What the fuck!” He shouted, thrashing his legs, and looking at me with anger and a sex drive higher than anyone else’s, “you wanna know?!” I shouted my act giving up slightly, he nodded his head and shouted “YES!”, I didn’t even give him the satisfaction of an answer.

I started ripping his leather pants off of him, leaving him in his boxers which were soon torn off, leaving him exposed to me, and only me in this moment, I quickly got on the bed, wrapping my handcuffs around his cock, pumping him fast and hard without any warning, “you wanna tell me how easy you say I am?! Huh? You stupid fuck.” I spit in his face, literally, it mostly hit his chest but a little bit got on his face.

His face got bright red in embarrassment and anger, “FUCK YOU, Y-YOU C-CRAZY BITCH!” He gasped slightly at me still jerking his cock hard and fast, not letting him being able to control his emotions.

“No I fucking want you to tell me why you think you have the nerve to say I’m a whore when you beg to fuck me hmm?” I snapped, I spit on his cock so there was some lube so it made it easier to go faster on his cock, which only made him start moaning like a bitch.

“I-it w-was stupid, I-I’m f-fucking s-sor-sorry, I-m g-gon-gonna cum shit.” Nikki panted like a dog going through heat, his thighs getting a bit shaky, his fists clenched, and his eyes getting glossy, but I couldn’t give two fucks.

“It was pretty fucking stupid huh? And you know what? Fuck you and your dirty fucking cock.” I let go our his dick, spitting on his lower stomach, which made his thighs and legs start thrashing needing his release, which he won’t be fucking getting.

“Y/N PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK I NEED TO CUM YOU FUCKING BITCH COME BACK HERE!” His hands pulled on the handcuffs making loud sounds, but before I knew it, I left the room, oh did I mention, it was Tommy’s hotel room?

Axl swiped the key for me.

mwah thank you axl baby 💋

[wolfclan-gen]

WOLFCLAN: MOON 16.5

"What's that weird thing around his neck?" "He smells funny." "Why's he always asleep? Doesn't he want to explore the camp?"

Rapidwind sighed. His kits were at the age where they had endless questions about everything around them, and asked faster than he could answer. "He came from far away. He smells funny and wears that thing around his neck because he didn't live with a clan, he lived with big animals called 'Twolegs'. Try not to bother him, he's hurt and he's been through a lot. He needs rest. And, um, don't tell him he smells funny. That's rude."

Robinkit, crawling up Rapidwind's back, managed to tumble over his father's head and fall into his paws. Rapidwind avoided the impulse to itch his face where the kit's tail tickled it - Indigoleaf would be furious if he accidentally wiped the poultice off his snout. Again. "But, but, why is he here now?" Robinkit mewed, before Finchkit interrupted by pouncing on his brother.

"Because… Twolegs don't like cats." Rapidwind answered. But was that true? His old clanmate, Terracotta, had claimed most Twolegs were kind. But she had been hurt and thrown out by them too, hadn't she? "So stay away from them. Just like you'd stay away from wolves, or coyotes, or eagles."

"And foxes and snakes and owls!" Oriolekit added. "Is that where we come from?"

Rapidwind stared at the kit for a moment, caught off-guard. "What do you mean, where you come from?"

"Badgerstripe said you brought us to camp." Oriolekit continued, and now her brothers were also looking up at Rapidwind. "Did you get us from Twolegs, like Shimmerstar brought Dusty back to camp?"

Rapidwind knew they'd ask about their origin eventually, but he hadn't settled on how much he would share. "No, you didn't come from Twolegs." He eventually answered. "You're clan-born, because I'm your dad."

"Badgerstripe said most cats have two parents." Oriolekit's gaze was more prying than Rapidwind thought was possible for a kit.

Badgerstripe needs to mind his own business. "That's true." He admitted. He couldn't lie to them. "You're my kits. And you also have a mother." Robinkit opened his mouth, about to speak, but Rapidwind laid his tail over the kit's muzzle. "Hush, just listen. She lived far away, with other cats. She didn't think it was safe to raise kits there, but she couldn't leave, because she was loyal to them too. So we decided you would grow up here, because WolfClan will care for any cat that needs help. Little kits like you, and old kittypets like Dusty."

Rapidwind realized his kits were all looking up at him, wide-eyed. "Does that answer your question?"

Finchkit nodded. "So, does everyone else know our mother?"

"No, I don't think so." Rapidwind glanced around the cave, but it was empty besides him, his kits, and the sleeping Dusty. "A long time ago, back when I was as little as you and the clan lived somewhere else, cats weren't supposed to have families outside their clan. Now that we live in the mountains things are different, but... I thought it was best if I didn't tell everyone. All that matters is that you're here, with me."

Rapidwind assumed that he and Shimmerstar were the only ones to actually remember living with the old codes and traditions. Indigoleaf, Badgerstripe, and Polecatspot had been too young at the time. When they fled to the mountains, it had felt like those restrictions were left behind, and all that mattered was that they would take care of each other. Shimmerstar hadn't punished Rapidwind when he brought his half-clan kits to camp, and treated the kits with the same kindness that they had shown Rapidwind when he was little, but it was obvious that the leader was actively avoiding the subject of WolfClan's deputy breaking the old clan's rules.

"Well, I like being here." Robinkit announced, his squeaky mew as serious as he could make it. Rapidwind didn't miss how he was starting to get fidgety.

"I like it more!" Oriolekit mewed back, and swiped a paw at Robinkit. Robinkit swiped back, and the two started wrestling.

Finchkit bonked his head against Rapidwind's flank, purring. "I like that we get to be with you."

Rapidwind curled his tail around Finchkit, both of them watching the others play-fight. "I like that you get to be with me, too."

[civetfish]

Nerd-to-nerd communication

Something super pointless and self-indulgent I've had on the backburner for a while. I love trying to make the pieces they gave us fit together!

Al-AN and Robin would absolutely bond over learning about each other's biology. I could talk about this forever but I'll get into all of the headcanons I have for these two in another post eventually

Below the cut is another version with some extra bits and pieces and the transcription

Transcript :

Architect Anatomy A. Architect "Brain" - Doesn't "store" information so much as allow for easy communication with the network B. Brainstem - connects the information received to the central nervous/circulatory system C. "Heart" - Circulatory system pumps the bioluminescent fluid to other organ systems and surface veins. Each node connects to a vast vasculature network D. "Kidneys" - Organs that filter the bioluminescent "blood" and other bodily fluids, absorbing and distributing collected material E. Nerve Center - Receives raw sensory data and filters it. Filtering can be unconscious or intentional

F. "Respiratory" Tract - Intakes gases or liquids and filters out material for use. Disposes of waste on exhale. Provides cooling to internal systems

The respiratory tract functions less like a set of lungs and more akin to a computer's cooling system, with the ability to absorb material from the environment to use in other parts of the body. It also would likely help the architect's body analyze the environment it is currently exposed to on a molecular level. It is also truly unidirectional, with the intake vents near the "collarbone" and the exhaust vents on both sides of the abdomen

The architect organ cache in-game felt like it was definitely not a complete model of the internal organs, so I wanted to come up with something to fill some more space. I also just really liked the idea of Al-An being capable of something similar to breathing, without having a respiratory system in the traditional sense. Feel free to use any of this in your own headcanons if you would like :)

BONUS - a gif of all the layers!

[fiddles-ifs]

BLOG UPDATE 10-30-24

[ID: A photoset of three images. The first two images are a parchment texture on a black background. The first image is white text, and a navigation sidebar to the left of the main body of text. The sidebar reads: 'THE KING'S PHYSICIAN, written by Elliot Z. Chapter 00: Asclepius. NEW GAME, LOAD GAME, SETTINGS, GLOSSARY, MAP, CHARACTERS, ACHIEVEMENTS.' NEW GAME is highlighted with a distressed scroll image. At the bottom of the sidebar are links leading to Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram.

To the right of the sidebar, the main text reads: 'PROLOGUE: ASCLEPIUS.

The ground stinks. It meets your hands in a shower of wet mud, an explosion of sick and blood, soaking the spaces between your fingers. When your vision focuses again, finally stops wobbling around and making double of itself, you find your palms soaked red. You crawl on your hands and knees to the body in front of you. You turn them over on their back. A man, not one of yours, and you slap his face a few times before you realize his eyes are milky and staring ahead, unblinking. There’s nothing you could do for him now. You look at his legs and find them still facing downwards. They didn’t move with the rest of him.

All the information comes to you backwards — his bisected waist, the guts spilling across the dirt, red, red and so much red. You stand up numbly. Your horse lies dead several feet away, and you remember in your haze that’s the reason why you were bucked off. You try and look at something — anything — else.

There is nothing else. All around you are limbs and blood and battle. Everything moving so slowly, mosquitoes caught in cooling amber, a slurry of death. You feel lost, a scarecrow in a burning field. Your ears ring. It all feels distant. Too distant. You need to move.

You turn to see a flash of white steel against the burning sun, and weakly raise your arms to try and block the blow with what little padding you have on. You move so slow.'

The other images feature the same text. The second image features a black background and red links. The third image is yellow parchment paper with red links and black text. /end ID]

happy update day!! i have to be up in. checks watch. six hours. so the update is coming at exactly midnight, and then i'll queue appropriately. but steady progress is being made on tkp!! im taking a small break from greenwarden to focus on making tkp and erinys look nice as a side project to querying agents for my book. it's a process. yk how it is.

what you see right now are mockups, the actual product looks uh. well. it looks like this

far cry from how i want it to look, but im working on it.

after finishing the css, all i have to do is write and edit chapter 1 and it'll be ready for demo release!

also, happy spooky season! im working on something for greenwarden that most certainly will not be done by Halloween, but i think you'll like it. it involves costumes and maybe stickers. watch this space

[anonymouscheeses]

I love her. And her new hair. Stil tryina learn hoe to draw it, i used the cowards way and used airbrush lmao

[wackulart]

there's somethin strange abt those boys......

god brother au sketches for funsies :]

[nathaaaan]

Verisimilitude AU

Nothing is as it seems, nor is it otherwise

[freaky-flawless]

Finally finished with these two! Which is ironic since they were the first ones I drew lol. You can find Tori's old ref here!

Some more info on them under the cut:

As much as he doesn't want to acknowledge it, its pretty much an open secret to everyone that knows of him that Kris is the estranged son of Krampus. From a young age he was opposed to following in his fathers footsteps, and for years tried his best to fight against it. Once he hit high school, he struck up a deal with his dad that he would pick up the mantle once he graduated. Kris agreed and promptly dropped out just shy of his graduation date. And he's been living on his own ever since.

He works at a gas station near Monster High, and is well liked by the students for his surprisingly good advice and tendency to turn a blind eye towards obviously fake IDs. His apartment is near New Salem University where he spends a lot of his free time hanging out with his buddies from school, one of them being Luci Ferguson, the heir of hell. The two go way back, they're dad's being close friends. As it stands Kris is cruising through life without much of a care in the world, or so it seems. Deep down he regrets his decision to cut his education short, and feels his life is pretty directionless.

Tori is a Zodiac Monster, a rich and exclusive community of monsters who tend to only congregate amongst themselves. While being a Zodiac monster may have meant something long long ago, nowadays it's little more than a title, one that denotes a lot of social power. That pressure, as well as all the drama and critiques that come with living in such a tight-knit social circle, leads to Tori wanting an out, or at least a break from the Zodiac Monster lifestyle. She finds her chance once it's time for her to go to college.

While Tori is very sweet and tries her best to be considerate of others, she's also somewhat naive and socially awkward. She has a tendency to say very out of touch things, not immediately recognizing that not everyone grew up as wealthy and privileged as she did. Regardless she's very open-minded and enjoys hearing all sorts of different perspectives. She;s incredibly grateful when Fangel, Demonique, and Luci take her under their wings, especially since she's starting completely new in terms of making friends. It doesn't take long for her to meet Kris and become fascinated (and even somewhat enamored) by his sloppiness and carefree lifestyle.

[sophiethewitch1]

to everyone in my inbox asking about what we wants next chapter im really sorry it's been ages and there's been basically nothing but radio silence. i dont really have any excuse i just havent felt as interested in writing for it recently and whenever i do write for it i find myself struggling to get anywhere on the next chapter and writing for future stuff instead. for example the published wc is under 50k i think but the actual amount ive written for it is at 75k lololol. its definitely still being worked on, and definitely still a priority, i just can't really promise anything rn :/

[aster-draws]

Tee hee hee

[xo-myloves]

I got bored and want to write axl fucking the shit out of someone so don’t mind this 💋 (also rotting in my drafts)

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"You want me to make you feel good, baby?" His voice drops to that deep, smoky tone that always makes your breath catch. His voice was always such a turn on, the second he opens his mouth, my pussy would drip, it was so smooth, so deep.

“Please ax.” I begged at his cocky question, He hums in approval, his fingers trailing down your back, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in to whisper in your ear. "You're so fucking cute when you beg." He nips at your earlobe before standing up and scooping you into his arms. "Bed."

I let him take me to the bedroom, going faster than him, but I try to keep my shy quiet demeanor up, but it was soon to be destroyed, he Chuckles darkly at your enthusiasm, following quickly but maintaining his predatory grace "Someone's eager..." He kicks the door closed behind him, carrying you to the bed "Are you always this hungry for cock?" He asks in that deep, dirty tone that makes your knees weak

“I only want yours, I’m not like the groupie whore you deal with” I spoke in slight confidence, which changed the look in axls eye, his eyebrows shoot up at your heated declaration, momentarily stunned before a wicked smirk spreads across his face. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping your thighs. "Well, fuck me sideways." He growls approvingly, his eyes glittering with mischief and lust.

“Actually you fuck me sideways.” I teased him with a smile. He throws his head back and laughs openly, the sound unbridled and infectious. As he looks back at you, his smirk grows positively wicked. "Damn right I will, princess." His voice drops to a low, sultry growl as he leans in close.

“Actually, would you do something for me axl baby?” His eyebrows shoot up, a wicked smirk spreading across his handsome face as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "Oh yeah? And what is it my gorgeous girl wants?" His fingers trace teasing patterns on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I want you to be rough…. but I want you to fuck me from the back, so hard… so fast…. grab my hair…. smack my ass….please.” I begged him, taking pauses in between my words, looking for an answer on his face until I did.

His breath catches, pupils dilating with a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. "Well holy fuck, baby... you really do have a dirty little mind hidden under those sweet looks, don't you?" His voice drops lower, rougher. "You want me to treat you like my little fuck toy?"

“Please..” that all that would leave my throat, making me look like some deprived desperate whore, which I totally was for him, when I looked back at him, his eyes flash with unbridled lust as he stands abruptly, towering over you with a dominant posture. "Fuck, when you beg like that..." He growls, reaching out to fiercely grip your chin. "Hands on the bed, ass up. NOW."

“Yes daddy.” I said with a smirk, putting myself right where he wanted me, where he wanted to feel my insides, where he wanted to feel every part of me.

His eyes darken at your obedient position, a low groan escaping him as he drinks in the sight of you. He steps closer, his large hand caressing the curve of your ass before delivering a sharp smack. "Mmm, look at this fucking ass. Built for sin."

He always had a sexy way with his words, always knowing what to say, when to say it, he never missed when he spoke, his slap with the words making me jump with a moaning gasp.

“Fuck..” I mumbled under my breath, he smirks wickedly at your reaction, his hand coming down again in another stinging slap. "Sensitive little thing, aren't you?" He murmurs, his other hand reaching up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back roughly.

I nodded my head frantically, craving his touch, needing it more than wanting it. "Fucking beautiful when you're taking it like this, aren't you?" He growls, slapping your ass again before rubbing the sting away with his palm. "My little slut, taking every bit of it without complaint..."

“Thank you daddy.” I thanked him for the pleasure he was giving, the exact way I wanted, nothing more, nothing less, just fucking right, his movements suddenly slow, one hand gently stroking your hair while the other cups your cheek tenderly. "Sweet girl... you're thanking me for fucking spanking your ass red?" He chuckles softly "Sometimes you really make me question if you're as innocent as you pretend to be."

im about to prove that point, I think to myself, maybe going to regret the words that are about to leave my lips, “daddy fuck me hard please, just the way I want, I need you in me, I’m dripping, I need you daddy, please.” These words leaving my mouth with a pout and big doe eyes.

His restraint snaps at your innocent pout. In one swift motion, he grabs your hips firmly "Little tease..." He growls before slapping your ass again "You want it hard? Like really fucking hard?" His breathing becomes heavier

I gasped at the feeling of another smack, his hits were so hard, but fuck they felt so good. “Fucking shit yes please.” I moaned, needing him to give it to me hard.

He doesn't warn you before he positions himself and slams into you from behind, filling you so abruptly that you scream out in surprise. He wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls, arching your back as he pounds into you mercilessly.

“SHIT!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, not being ready for the pressure into my abdomen, making my legs weak, breath gone, mind, lost. My hands immediately went to grip the bed underneath me.

He keeps up the brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours as he takes you roughly. His other hand reaches down to grab your thigh and yank it up higher, opening you up even more to his brutal thrusts. "You can take it, can't you? My little innocent girl..."

“yes I’ll be good” I screamed, moans leaving my mouth effortlessly, her thighs shaking in shame and pleasure. His words seem to spur him on, his thrusts becoming even harder and faster, the bed creaking under the force of his movements. He pulls your hair back even harder, forcing your head back at an awkward angle as he continues to ravage you. "Good girl... fucking good girl..."

“tha-thank y-yo-you” i moaned, looking up at him, leaning to kiss him, my lips being sloppy, full of lust, spit on the side of my mouth. Axl kissing back instantly.

His kisses are rough, his lips slamming against yours as he continues to fuck you senseless. His free hand reaches up to slap your face, the sting of it combining with the relentless pounding of his hips to send you over the edge. "Fuck, you're so fucking cute when you're begging..."

All this was too much, the hits, his dick, the sweat from him dripping onto mine, my climax was too close, I knew I couldn’t just cum without permission, my words were just mumbles and moans at first I till I finally spoke up.

“C-can I-i c-u-cum please.” I moaned out, his hand still in my hair, making me look at him, my eyes full of tears, half lidded, my hair a mess, my makeup smeared, he looks down at you with a twisted smile, his eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge. "Not yet..." He growls, his hand tightening in your hair to pull you back further, his other hand sliding down to wrap around your throat gently.

His words only made me had to cum more, I couldn’t hold off for much longer, my toes were curled, my thighs were trembling, my lips were parted, my eyes were hazy.

“S-soon?” I moaned, pleading for my release, one way or another, he chuckles darkly, squeezing your throat just enough to make you gasp. "Soon? Oh, baby, you've got no fucking idea..." His hips grind harder against yours, rubbing that spot inside that makes you see stars. "Maybe if you beg a little sweeter, hmm?"

He couldn’t get enough, could he? I knew I had to play into his little game, I role a moment to catch my breath and gather my thought on what I was going to say to this sexy being.

“please daddy let me cum, let me squirt all over you big fucking cock please, you stupid fucking prick.” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, arching my back, this sparked a new axl.

His eyes roll back at the filthy words, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK..." With one last brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and squeezes your throat, cutting off your air supply just as he gives you permission to cum.

“FUCK.” I tried to scream, being cut off my axl grasp, with his final thrusts, my pussy twitched and fluttered until I squirted all over his big thick cock, my cum going everywhere, even to axls chest, it splashed.. this only fueled him more..

"YES! God damn, look at you fucking dripping all over me..." He continues moving slowly inside you, drawing out your orgasm as he releases his own hot load deep within. "Such a fucking good girl..." He whispers against your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe.

His words brought you with ease, his dick still inside only making you more sensitive, with your thighs twitching. He holds you there, trapped beneath him, his weight pinning you to the bed as he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "My sweet, innocent, little squirter..." He murmurs softly, his fingers gently massaging your throat where he had cut off your air.

Such a handsome man.