#it goes so fucking hard

[xxdarkxmoth17xx]

The clouds will part and the sky cracks open And God himself will reach his fucking arm through Just to push you down, just to hold you down Stuck in this hole with the shit and the piss And it's hard to believe it could come down to this Back at the beginning Sinking, spinning

Trent Reznor, The Fragile, 1999

[yourlocalegotisticalqueerishere]

The people are sleeping on Alfie (Glee Cast Version)

[torrtimandi]

Japan Only Bonus Track - Incognito (Live Edit)

Here is the .wav and mp3 https://dropover.cloud/1584ae

[hecksupremechips]

Listening to Jhariah is like being Walter White in one of those breaking bad edits where he’s in a mario kart level fighting for his life but he hits a big rock and crashes his car and starts ascending into a higher plane as the consequences of his actions start reaching to him to drag him down but he simply rises above

[natjennie]

those synchronized line rider videos do some absolute cocomelon shit to me. especially in the hall of the mountain king. absolutely entrancing.

[bananasofthorns]

new lovejoy song SLAPS

[cabbagecrunt]

i feel like we as a society don't talk about the candace and vanessa busted duet enough

[rollingdanielle]

Don't pass me the aux unless you want me to play Undertale Yellow OST: 133 - Retribution

[twinksintrees]

flamboyant by dorian electra is an album that can be so personal actually

[22ouncebitch]

have you guys heard this song inspired by csm⛓️🔥

[speaknowworldtour]

he can be my jaylor burton to this taylor is still one of the cleverest lyrics she’s ever written

[terraether]

i was just listening to covers of imagine dragons songs and it gives context to just HOW powerful Dan Reynold’s vocals are, how dynamic, how strong, and unique. I mean, we all know this, i’ve posted about how every concert i’ve been to, his POWER blows me away. Every. Time. because it’s that polarizing!!

But listening to covers of Enemy and Natural just highlight it all the more. And I don’t want to discredit the artist, it takes a lot of courage and talent to cover imagine dragons’ vocally intense songs, and Natural and Enemy are both very intense. The artist does a good job, but it is nothing in comparison to Dan, especially as a decades-long fan of imagine dragons (can’t believe i can say that holy SHIT)

[wp100]

blasted the goldeneye 007 egypt music today on my way home from work

i was actually looking forward to doing that.. it's the little things in life, folks

[lakemojave]

Some nerd: "Fictionalizations of Greek mythology are so inaccurate like what's the point of Hades if it's gonna be so unfaithful to these figures"

Supergiant games:

Some nerd: Holy fuck

[gojoest]

nanami kento tries so hard not to fuck you on your first date, it makes him feel like a terrible man. he’s not like this, usually. you just frustrate every single cell in him, sexually — he can’t believe this is happening to him, honestly.

it’s a pain, he acts cold and distant — he’s simply trying to hide his boner half of the time. he zones out while you speak — your lips are distracting, he can’t hear a single word you speak. he can only think of the many ways your lips would shape and shift when you moan and whimper his name the deeper he sinks his cock in you. also, can you fit all of him down your throat? oh, can you—

fuck…

his cock gets hard under the table, forcing a sense of panic in him while he ponders whether he’s visibly leaked and stained his slacks or not. terrified to look down, because he knows. he’s so fucked.

he needs to wait a bit before you leave the restaurant, to cool off a bit, calm down. but it only gets worse from there.

he drives you back home, but doesn’t leave the car to walk you to your doorstep. his cock is hard again, aching so bad it limits his movements. besides if he steps out and stands tall before you — you will see, this time you definitely will. he’s embarrassed. and on top of that, he feels like an ass, the lowest of the lowest, for treating you so poorly.

the entire car ride was torturous to him, courtesy of your scent so close to him in the passenger seat, along with the way you tucked your hands between your thighs every now and then — perhaps the awkward silence got you nervous. he wondered all the way to your house how you smelled and tasted, down there.

you think the whole date was a disaster, and that he’ll never call you again but little did you know, the first thing he did when he went back home was jerk off — not once, not twice, but three fucking times, thinking about you. furiously.

later, he texts you. you blink a few times in utter disbelief.

dinner tomorrow? i’ll cook

dinner — at his place, that is. he’ll change the bedsheets in the morning with freshly washed ones, because this time — he’ll fuck you.

[hungharrington]

BARK BARK BARK BARK

Could I request Steve eating his gf from behind (and taking her from behind too 🤭) while they’re at a summer party and their friends could maybe hear?

📻“No one knows how we do. Keep it cool, you know why babe. If it’s only me and you, Rendezvous you know my way.”

18+ / thank you so much for requesting I had so much fun writing this one! / a little praise kink if you squint/a teeny tiny dom steve with his dialogue I guess? / mentions of alcohol

“Baby, shh, come on.”

Steve’s scolding is met with your too loud giggle, with the squeeze of his fingers against yours. The gleam of his teeth in the moonlight tells you he’s not actually mad. 

Skin slick with the sweat from the summer day you’ve all had by the lake, the moon replacing the sun doing nothing to soothe the heat. The bonfire’s glow and the drinks being poured into cheap red plastic adding to the buzzing in your stomach that has slowly grown into an ache for the boy who is leading you through the trees. 

Blondie crackling from the speakers out of Eddie’s open van doors, the laughter of the party all fading into a quiet din as the orange embers drift lazily into the midnight sky and get lost amongst the stars sparkling above you. 

“Steve,” your whine of his name has him licking his lips. Fingers slipping in yours before you grip him harder, your other hand holding his wrist as you stumble along behind him. 

You were just as needy as he was and part of him wants to savor it, to tease you and make you beg, but the larger part of him knows this is going to be over quickly. He’s pent up - days without seeing each other only to spend your first day back together with people around you, with your skin exposed in a swimsuit, feeding him strawberries and licking the juice from your fingers with a sparkle in your eyes and-

He spins, unable to hold it all in anymore. You halt abruptly behind him, eyes wide and glancing over your shoulder to where you can’t see the party but its noises aren’t quite as faint as either of you would like. Your gulp is cute and Steve’s fingers trace down your throat as you squeak, “Here?”

Leaves and twigs crunch beneath his sneakers as Steve takes a step closer to you. The boy’s eyes are wild as the pads of his fingers graze down your neck to your shoulders, fiddling with the yellow straps. Steve’s nose brushes yours as he leans in, cherry and whiskey on his breath as he pleads, “You can be quiet, right honey?”

Your whimper makes heat run down his spine and his lips meet yours finally. Warm and wet, gliding easily together and before you can relax into the kiss, Steve is squeezing your hips and pulling away breathless. His fingers tap at your waist, head nodding forward as his nose bumps yours. His request is a breath, almost lost before it meets your ears, “Turn around.”

Your thighs press together at the seriousness of his tone, the way the pupils take over his eyes and the way his groan rumbles deep in his chest when you do as you’re told. 

Steve’s chest presses to your back, pushing you both into the large tree in front of you. Your mouth drops open in a gasp as his nose traces your ear. Hands squeezing your hips before they’re sliding down down down the curve of your ass. His lips are wet, breath hot and pulling goosebumps to the surface of your skin. Your fingers curl into the rough bark as you arch your back for him. 

The hem of your dress in his fingers bunches and he speaks into your shoulder, “Hold this.”

Nodding your head, your hands scramble off of the tree and reach for it, fingers connecting with his. Steve’s lips and nose travel down your spine as his hands move over the outside of your thighs and back up as he drops to his knees. 

Slick pools in the red bikini bottoms as his fingers trace the seam over where they cut high on each of your cheeks. Steve’s lips follow back down, nipping at the curve with his teeth as he cups your ass with both hands and groans. You giggle but it quickly turns into a moan as he pulls the fabric of your suit to the side and brushes a finger through your slit. 

Steve sighs at the sight of you dripping on his finger, at the way your thighs try to clamp around his hand. He tuts, nipping at your ass again and smiling against your skin as you whine at his words, “Baby, come on, gotta keep these open f’me.”

Your back arches further for him, legs spreading and both of your stomach’s flip at his praise, “Good girl.”

He holds your suit to the side with skilled fingers, hands spreading your cheeks for him so he can lick through your folds, teasing at your entrance with his tongue. Steve moans into you as you push your hips back against him, his fingers digging into the dough of your ass and leaving bruises. 

Your head falls back, a gasp up to the stars as they blink behind your closed eyes when he buries himself deeper, lips finding your clit and holding it between them as his tongue flicks it. 

“St-steve,” you stutter as he removes himself from the vibrating nerves, tongue delving lower again. 

The plan was to just make you finish, it would be satisfying enough, hold him over. 

That’s just not the case anymore. 

Steve curses, standing quickly and he swears his belt has never sounded louder than it does then. Jeans and boxers shoved down his thighs quickly, you press your ass into him and he moans as you grind back on his length, precum staining your suit. 

“I know, baby, I know, just-” he’s wrecked. He can’t think straight from the whine that bubbles behind your lips, at the sound of the music that’s not that far away. Steve swears he’s left the planet when you reach behind yourself and grab his dick, pumping with your hand slowly. “Christ.”

Steve pulls your suit to the side again and he’s drunk on the way your lips part over his cock, the easy slide from your slick and the breathless ‘fuck’ that leaves your pouting mouth. He slips in and you moan loudly, his hand coming up and pressing over your mouth quickly. Once he’s pushed himself in fully, weight heavy on your back, his arm snakes around your waist and holds you up against him. His lips press to your ear, fingers slipping from your mouth and holding your chin as he breathes out before thrusting slowly, “Baby, shh, you wanna cum right?”