gojo feels like he's gonna DIE if he doesn't get to kiss you after you've just swallowed his cum. he's instantly tugging you up or he's dropping down to his knees beside you (whichever is the fastest yk) and he's just on you. lips locked, heavy breathing; his hands are just fucking all over you. he's sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth at his own taste. he's such a freak<333333333333
and i think he gets even more turned on if you make fun of him for it a bit. call him disgusting or call him a perv and he's popping another boner<333333333333
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Snow Day, part 3 (jump to beginning)
The final part of my contribution to @voicesfortheblade!
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
Thank you so much for reading, and I hope that you all had fun with this story! And I hope it was worth the wait <3
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there's something in Challengers with Patrick teaching Art how to jerk off and also by extension just him encouraging Art to enjoy things about their lives from everyday guilty pleasures like cigarettes and churros and then even to Tashi herself, being the first to direct Art's eye towards her and actively pursue her and fall so deeply in love with her. Patrick showed Art how to love. himself, his life, Tashi. he is Art's frame of reference for love
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Fuck please tell me captain price gets to go first! After all, he's the leader, and he has more experience? Gotta teach her right her first time, yea? The others get to watch, maybe get to touch...if the captain lets them..
Fuck I'm foaming at the mouth.
as captain, i think he def gets to go first. if only just to get that outta the way so the others can show you what you've been missing out on.
he doesn't put a lot of weight on first times, but he's a generous Captain and is willing to let Soap and Gaz both have at you, prepare you for him. them. he holds both by the scruff of their necks, too. in full control. always.
and with your legs thrown around Gaz's shoulders, he makes you hold his cigar (don't drop it now, love, or there'll be hell to pay) in your trembling hand for him, keeping it close to his mouth to take a puff whenever the urge strikes.
his are busy, after all—
—busy pushing Gaz's face into your cunt first, letting him feast as Soap palms his bloody hand over your body, punching your nipples. whining for a taste. cock dripping all over the place. like a sloppy, drooling dog.
takes his turn when you're buzzing after being denied so long. poor pussy forced to endure both Gaz and Soap eating you out, sucking on your clit, slipping their fingers inside. but never allowed to cum. they're always ripped back the moment he thinks you might be there, on the edge. you're only allowed to cum on his cock, sweetheart. (and maybe, maybe, if you've been good, he'll let you sit on his face after.)
when he does fuck you for the first time, he makes you feel every inch going inside of you. has Gaz hold your fingers against your rim, feeling for yourself how wide he stretches you, how deep he goes. makes you whine and beg for all sorts of lewd things—his cock deeper in your pussy, Soap's tongue on your clit, Gaz's cock in your mouth, Ghost's hands around your throat.
you're worn out before he even finishes. a shame, too, because Soap barely waits until Price has pulled out before he's shoving his fingers inside of you, cooing in your ear about how messy you are. how badly you must want his cock next. hungry little thing, aren't ye?
Price will probably go last, too. but it's not even really about sex this time when he sits you on his lap, humming at the whimpers you make, overstimulated and sore, as his cock slips inside again. warmed. soaked. you're all messy with each of them, and he rubs it into your skin, makes you suck it off his fingers. with your back flushed to his broad chest, damp curls sticking to your skin, matted from sweat, he holds you like this. big arms anchored around your front, over your belly, holding you there. and just lets you feel the rumble in his chest when he purrs in your ear about how good you've been for them, taking them all, satiating them. how pretty you look all fucked out and sloppy like this.
(and really, love. you belong like this, don't you? the perfect place for you has always been sat, balls deep, on their cocks, taking them. it's about time you learned that, mm?)
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49. Moon Waltz - Piano Version — Cojum Dip
Tuna, i don't know HOW you picked this song but it's literally one of the most heart wrenching things on dbhc Tango's playlist so. congratulations. i think <3 I think I said ages ago in some tags that Tango was about to get the dbhc Etho Angst treatment, and i got very quickly distracted/consumed by Destruction and Doc/Xisuma related Angst, but boy oh boy am i glad i get to finally hit on a little bit of this poor man's trauma LDFKJGDFG
I'l try to keep this brief but. I'm insane enough about the hermitcraft season 8 finale as is, and even more than that i'm crazy enough about Tango's hermitcraft season 8 finale, and then on top of all that, you're telling me a jaded, bitter android whose characterizing moments of anger and failure are carried on his sleeve is the same android who tried to be the hero and save his friends, only to let an oversight be the reason he not only fails, but destroys his body in the process???? ?? ? A machine who isn't supposed to make oversight mistakes???? A machine who somehow let a rabbit be the reason he failed ? ? ??? I dont know what you expected from me other than to be extremely unwell about him and this whole arc in general
The base version of this song is just as good, but something about the piano version gets the vibes just right for these scenes... Something about the waltz-style cheeriness of the vocals contrasting to how horrific the lyrics and situation actually are. Idk man i'm fine don't look at me
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thinking about my tongue and lips messy with her wetness. holding her thighs open and mindlessly laughing while my eyes roll back and my tongue flattens again to the curve of her pussy. that swollen clit throbbing like a heartbeat. she is a perfect kind of intoxication. the type which allows no pause but always offers room for further indulgence. my eyes focus for only a moment on hers. she is looking at me. lips parted, panting. god those eyes. she is lost within the same haze of lust that i am, yet she yearns to see through the fog and perceive me. my tongue pressing into her and i am moaning around her clenching walls. her head falls back, i think she cannot bear to look at me like this. between her legs and dying for her to give me every sound, every movement, every fucking moment of pleasure. i want all of it and she can tell. but it is nothing compared to when i bring two fingers up to her entrance, aligning with the back of my tongue, pushing into her as my tongue slides out. her thighs shake and i can tell she’s close already. but we aren’t done. no, we’re not fucking done yet. two fingers filling up her drippy pussy, slow deep strokes. bringing my lips to her hip and kissing my way upward. hooking her left leg round my waist and telling her to rock those hips for me. taking her nipple in my mouth. soft here with my teeth and my tongue as my fingers fuck into her harder. god i can feel her clenching. she’s so close now. ragged moans while her hips rut up to meet me at the height of each thrust. bringing my lips to her ear and filling her mind with only my voice, warm and firm. a sigh of relief leaving her throat, like all she needed was my voice to push her over. nearly there. you want to cum for me. do you hear how wet you are? listen. do you feel that pussy pulsing around my fingers? oh i know. i know, baby. you can take it for me. show me how well you can take it. be a good girl and cum around those fingers. be a good toy and cum for me. do it for me, sweetheart. cum for me— now.
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