#the chat went nuts

[chicagocubsreactions]

Shota Imanaga's first words as a Cub. [x]

[hangmanbradshaw]

Longingly staring at my laptop while re-watching Daisy’s filmography as I think about the entire fic brainstorm session @cottagecori and I had about frenemy storm chasers Bradley and Tyler meeting weather service Kate and Jake and the princess and the pauper style switcheroo Jake and Tyler decide to do.

[zadien]

I know we’re all struggling with this endless hiatus and the lack of new content, so I thought it would be fun to resurrect the #chenfordchats that were circling around the fandom earlier this year. (I can’t remember if you were participating before, but you can search that tag to see what it’s all about… it’s basically just a Q&A.) We previously did a question on favorite Tim Bradford quotes, so this time let’s do Lucy! What are your favorite 3-5 (or more if you want) Lucy Chen quotes from the entire series 😊

Ooh! I'm excited for this! I was a baby fan when these were happening - even though I was lurking for over a year by that stage and had voraciously devoured so much fanfic. I went over the 5... Lucy has great soundbites. Sorry, not sorry. (also a good Lucy line!) "You're gonna steal my car? The one that broke down two blocks ago?"... "Officer Chen, reporting for duty." "With all due respect sir, you're a pain in my ass." - This one scratched an itch in my brain because in my previous fandom this was my version of I love you, so when Lucy said this I jumped on board the ship train! "Short Sleeves!" - mainly because I cheered this just before she said it; it was so nice to see Lucy win, especially when Tim went out of his way to cheat on the bet. "I did not need saving" - Lucy to Emmett, which I think is pretty much sums up Lucy in general - she'll find a way to save herself. "We're all gonna make it because we're gonna have each other's backs no matter what." Peak Lucy supporting everyone and being the glue of the group. "My first day as a Rookie, I thought you were going to be my Doug." - helping Tim realise his attitude in season one was not good. "Surround yourself with people who support, value, and energise you which... may have to wait until later." "What do you wanna bet that if we went to your house we'd find your DNA all over your stuff too." And then immediately undone by: "Was that too mean?" "To be clear, I'm still mad at you, okay? This doesn't change anything." ... "Are you okay?" Sass, so much sass incoming:

"Oh, so we are in a relationship?" "I would never do that. It's is now my lock screen." "There's no technically about it, a debt is owed" & "you owe me" "Terse nods, mainly." "Rinse, wash, repeat."

[green-tea-lemonade]

OH MY GOD YOU'RE BACK I'M SO HAPPY!!! YOU ARE MY FAVORITE ARTIST EVER EVER EVER AAAAHHHH

AAAAAA thank you that literally means so much for me to hear!!!!! YESSS!!! I am back!!! >:33

I have so much SolNep content I wanna spew out from silly doodles to very random AU art to actual stories and more!!!!

[hardtchill]

I missed Tobin's stream today cos I went to the match, what did she say about Arsenal!!? Gutted to miss out on gooner Tobin haha

She was basically just fanboying and bashing Chelsea lol.

Girl wanted to make sure no one got the wrong idea. She is a gooner and that's that.

[gtliveoutofcontext]

Mat says-

Mat says next time amy comes over he’ll make sure she gets plenty of *checks notes* wet, decadent, juicy, sopping nuts.

I hate it here

[risingsunresistance]

finally got to try out the garden btw, not just playtesting and checking it out but ACTUALLY sat down and played it for a bit

I Understand.

[todayisafridaynight]

Someone reblogged your anon-ask about Daigo being 30 in 2006. And his teenage rebellion phase at 30. And yanno what? Yes he does need to grow up. But having just turned 30 not that long ago? I also kinda get it lmfao.

ngl we all act like 30 is the equivalent to like. 95 but listen ima be super cereal and say 30's probably the age where you ACTUALLY start living your life if we wanna have a Real Talk

but daigo needa not spend all his time drinking and crying in cabarets jesus fuck my boy get some game at LEAST

[cursingtoji]

hear me out

[mx-mizaqx]

AHHSWBSBHW THIS MOVIE AHSHSBSBS S

"I wish you had let the overlord take me-" The younger oni started off quietly, the slightest tremor betraying his feelings the moment he looked at his paw. The timid remark dying on his tongue as a helpless murmur grew into something louder and more desperate, "I wish you had left me to the oni!"

Before the old oni could offer him their hand, they found their eyes had met his own as he tore his gaze up from his unweilding limbs and cumbersome body. His eyes failing to hide the years of amounted torment and struggle all compacted into a simple journey through the realm! "I CAN FEEL THIS BODY DYING ALL AROUND ME!" Garmadon sobbed, his screech of dismay faltering into nothing but a whine that torn Mystaké's heart open. What seemed to be more like a pup by comparison to their millennias' worth of life was a man stripped of his pride and purpose, offered little more than a lie to repay him for his broken and failing body..

He was no emperor. And he certainly did not make for a convincing monster.

"I cannot turn you into something you are not.." Mystaké frowned to themselves as she knelt down infrong of the weeping soul they had come to love like their own child. "I cannot turn you into a true destructor." They hushed him, large but soft claws grabbing the mop of ivory hair beneath their paw, pulling Garmadon in for a hug that he would never slighted his pride for..

They watched the creases in his face, and alabaster markings crinkled like old parchment as he failed to conceal countless more pain striken sobs.. his battered form looking small and fragile like moulted skin abandoned by some serpent; a husk of a beast now as strong as paper to be caught in the winds of a storm..

[lovedrruunk]

'A Fresh Start 𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐[part ii]

When the mysterious new girl in town makes a lasting first impression, you make it your goal to befriend and welcome her to the town. [Part i] playlist!!!

self deprecating stalker jinx ill luv u 4eva & eva & eva...

"Hey."

"Hi!"

“. . .”

“. . . ?”

“. . .”

“. . . ???”

You blinked, waiting for her to say literally anything else, but nope. Just “hey.” and now she was standing there, looking like she was on the verge of shitting her pants while you wondered if this was how all her conversations went.

Surprisingly you didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable, more so confused. Looking around, your eyes landed on your old neighbor who’s own eyes were on the girl in front of you. He was giving her this look of judgment. It wasn’t obvious or harsh but it was still there. And then it clicked.

This was her.

The newcomer who moved into that old cottage on the outskirts of town. The one Mrs. Van Dee Kamp couldn’t stop speculating about, the one Mr. Gallagher said “looked like trouble”, and the same one you were so curious about. 

It wasn’t long before your group started to shuffle awkwardly, clearly ready to move on. They glanced at her, the kind of quick, hesitant looks people gave when they didn’t want to seem rude but also didn’t want to linger. One by one, they made their excuses, mumbling something about needing to get back to their stalls. They took a couple of steps away, looking back once they realized you weren’t following.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later!” you called, waving them off.

Turning back, you realized she was already staring at you, her wide pink eyes locked onto yours like you’d just caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Hi!” you started... for the second time now.

“Uh… yeah.” she said, her voice flat as if responding to a completely different conversation.

Not exactly the warmest start, but you continued. “You’re new in town right? People have been talking, but you know, nothing bad! They’re just curious.”

Her eyes glanced left then right as you were talking, like she was scanning for an exit. “Yeah. New.”

You tilted your head. “Well, welcome. I’m–”

“Okay.” she cut you off, her tone abrupt.

“...Okay?” you repeated, blinking.

“Yeah. Thanks. Bye.”

Before you could say another word, she spun on her heel and started walking… no, speed-walking, towards the dirt path that lead into the forest.

You stood there, frozen, your brain scrambling to process what had just happened. Did she seriously just… run away? Mid-conversation?

It took you a solid few seconds to realize your jaw was hanging open. Shutting it quickly, you looked around, half expecting someone to jump out with a camera and tell you that it was a prank.

But no. The mysterious girl who had everyone talking had just bolted, leaving you standing there like an idiot.

And for some reason, instead of being offended, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Who was she? And what kind of person walked away from a perfectly normal greeting? Mind you, a greeting she had started. You didn’t know why, but suddenly, you were dying to find out.

. . .

This feeling wasn’t technically new.

For weeks, you’d felt it, that weird sensation on the back of your neck, like someone was watching you. At first, it had been easy to ignore. You told yourself it was just your brain playing tricks. It was harmless. Whatever.

But now? Not so much.

The feeling wasn’t just there when you stood still like it was before, it followed you now. Around the market, down quiet streets, even when you stopped to chat with neighbors. You’d catch glimpses, a blur of blue hair disappearing behind a corner, the faintest sound of boots on the gravel.

More than once, you were so sure you’d catch them. You’d spin around at the sound of a shuffle or a shadow that felt too close. But by the time you looked? Nothing. Just an empty alley or a completely innocent looking street lamp.

It was driving you nuts.

You didn’t have to guess who it was either. You knew it was her. The girl from the square, Powder, or whatever her name really was. The way she’d bolted last time you tried to talk to her? That had to mean something.

Now it wasn’t just about being watched. It was about her. What was her deal? Why was she sneaking around? Why couldn’t she just talk to you?

You're own feelings about the situation were confusing you. You didn't necessarily... mind it. Unlike the other townsfolk, you didn't see her as a threat. She didn't seem like the type who would go out of her way to harm you. So 'why' was the question, and you were determined to figure it out.

Every time you caught a glimpse of her, something tugged at you. It wasn’t just the mystery of it all, though that was definitely part of it. There was something about her, it's like she didn't want to be seen yet wanted all of your attention.

And you wanted to know why. Why so secluded? Why so interested in your mundane countryside life?

It wasn’t like the townsfolk were any help either. They whispered about her, sure, 'the new girl with the blue hair and the weird vibes' but that’s all they did. Whispers. Speculation. None of them had actually tried to get to know her as far as you could tell.

Which left it to you.

The more you thought about it, the more determined you got. You didn’t want to believe she was some big, bad menace just because she didn’t fit into their little box of what people here were 'supposed' to be like. She was human, and just as deserving of a community as anyone else. So, yeah, you had questions.

And, apparently, she had no intention of giving you any answers.

It was almost funny how good she was at avoiding you. You’d be walking down the street, sure you'd spotted her near the bakery, and then poof. Gone. Like she had been a figment of your imagination. It was starting to feel like a game, except you knew something she didn't. How to cheat.

. . .

“Alright, I know you’re in there!” you yelled, leaning closer to the door as your fist continued to bang on the wood. “You can’t hide forever!”

Silence.

You squinted at the cottage, the place looked... interesting. It was still that run down creepy cottage you remembered always seeing whenever you passed by, but it was strangely... lively. Big scraps of metal and parts outside, colorful flowers (although wilted), and colorful graffiti that seemed to cover every side.

Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you knocked again harder, this time raising your voice. “I’m not leaving until you open this door!”

Still nothing.

“Powder! Or... whatever your name is!” you shouted, hoping the use of her name might get a reaction.

From inside, you swore you heard a faint creak. A floorboard, maybe? It was hard to tell over the sound of your heart hammering in your ears. You leaned forward, pressing your ear to the door.

“I can hear you in there, you know.” you tried, softening your tone just a bit, stepping back from the door. “I’m not mad or anything. I just want to talk! That’s all.”

The silence that followed felt even more deafening than before. For a second, you wondered if you’d imagined the sound altogether.

And then, just as you were about to knock again, the door creaked open.

Barely.

A narrow space, enough for one pink eye to peek through.

“What do you want?” came a voice.

It wasn’t hostile exactly, but it wasn’t friendly either. Cautious. Suspicious.

You blinked, caught off guard by just how intense her gaze was up close.

“Uh, hi?” you started, scrambling for words that didn’t sound totally ridiculous. “We’ve been running into each other a lot lately- well, okay, more like you’ve been running away- but I just wanted to…” You trailed off, realizing you hadn’t actually planned this far ahead.

Her eye narrowed slightly, not moving to open the door any wider.

“...check in?” you finally finished, wincing at your own words.

The door inched shut a little more.

“Wait, wait!” you said frantically as you held up your hands.

“I mean it! No tricks, no weird town gossip or whatever. I just… I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can we maybe start over? I'd love to be friends.”

Her eye flicked to your hands, then back to your face. For a moment, you thought she was actually gonna let you in.

Instead, she sighed. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Her voice was quieter now, laced with something you couldn’t quite place. Regret? Fear?

“Why not?” you asked gently, lowering your hands.

But she didn’t answer, instead she gave you this long silent look. And just as you were about to speak up again, the door shut and the bolt slid into place.

“Well, okay then.”

. . .

[Part iii]

when i talk abt the town pls imagine a Minecraft village or something of the sort ...

this chapter was SOOOO SELF DIVULGENT btw lololol was totally laughing my ass off writing it. I hope the difference in the way i write their povs is noticeable!!! also its 2am rn ill make sure to proof read in the morning... maybe...

part 3 sometime this week probs! it'll go back to being in pows pov ≽^•⩊•^≼˚

notes r appreciated & thx 4 reading as aaalways XOXOXOXO

[Teensy taglist (ˊᗜˋ)]

@cattjull @kenqki @powderbomb-jinxed

[ao3topshipsbracket]

Bonus statistics: the Really Funny Graph Awards

As I've pointed out before, it's often hard to notice voter fraud— even in large quantities— if you can't see, not just how many votes came in, but when and in what patterns. Accusations of fraud don't track fraud, they track controversy; the most fraud often happens in polls that nobody particularly objects to, because nobody was paying attention.

Unless you have a graph in front of you. Fortunately, we do! So here's a brief review of the graphs that made it very, very clear to the mod team group chat that someone was playing silly buggers.

Round 1:

Davekat vs Zolu would almost even look natural, if it weren't for that enormous spike at the day 4 mark. But what a spike! And Akeshu vs Supercorp has those spikes in the middle, but the beginning stages of the graph look maybe fine... if you weren't watching for the first two days, and didn't get to see the progression:

Round 2:

This, on the other hand, couldn't be mistaken for natural by anyone. Look at this nonsense. The stairstep lines! The sharpness of the peaks! The sharpness of the dropoffs, which is how you can tell that this isn't just the poll being reblogged by large accounts, it is one person putting in truly insane amounts of effort! The fraud continuing long after Hualian had a significant lead, apparently just to make sure Buddie couldn't possibly launch a counteroffensive! Isn't it beautiful!

Round 4-5:

And once again, Hualian voters— or, well, some particular Hualian voter— goes nuts. Usually in 1-day polls, the votes come in fast enough that even with a graph it's hard to see if anything's gone wonky. Not so here; that bend in both graphs at around the same time, where I can only assume our frauder stopped for the night and went to bed, is a work of art.

Round 6:

No visible irregularities in the graphs (I assume they were just happy with getting to the semifinals?) but I did see this ask pop up:

I didn't see responses from anyone who took them up on it.

Real talk: This sort of thing is the reason I run poll brackets. This is proof that one person with insane dedication and a lot of time really can be the backbone of a fandom. This is, and I know this is melodramatic but I am being entirely sincere here, a chart of human passion.

Davekat, Akeshu, and especially Hualian— someone loves you very, very much.

[mod2amaryllis]

uhh oh!!! unexpected hospital stay 🤪

last night i fell flat on my stomach tripping over absolutely nothing, so i went in to get checked. everything looks fine aside from a scraped hand and knee but they kept me for overnight monitoring just in case. this, of course, happened while jose is out of town, so ngl chat it was a rough time!!! baby spent the entire night gettin funky, blissfully unaware of her mom's moment of lonely mortal terror.

I've never had the nuts to ask but idk how much this stay will cost and I'll be officially without an income in two weeks. anything you could throw my way would be so appreciated. 💛

[solxamber]

can i ask for a deuce spade with a snow white inspired reader!! if not is fine (asking for a friend..)

Deuce Spade x Snow White! Reader

a/n: i don't know if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it <3

The first time Deuce Spade met you, it was like stepping into a fairytale. You were standing in the woods near the school, surrounded by small animals—birds perched on your shoulders, a squirrel nibbling on a nut in your hand.

He was on his way to gather potion ingredients but stopped in his tracks, staring at the scene before him.

You noticed him immediately, offering a warm smile. “Oh, hello! Are you here for the herbs? I think there are some over there,” you said, pointing to a nearby patch of greenery.

Deuce blinked, snapping out of his daze. “Uh, yeah, thanks.” He approached cautiously, trying not to startle the animals. “Are they...tame?”

“Not exactly,” you replied, laughing softly. “They just trust me. I guess they can tell I mean no harm.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at the rabbit now hopping around your feet. “That’s...really cool. You’re like a real-life princess or something.”

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, and you laughed again, the sound light and musical. “I wouldn’t go that far. I just like helping.”

“Well, it’s impressive,” Deuce said earnestly, his face turning slightly red.

Deuce discovered your talent for baking when he wandered into the kitchen one evening. The scent of apples and cinnamon filled the air, and there you were, carefully rolling out dough for a pie.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Just finishing up a pie for tomorrow’s lunch,” you said, glancing up at him with a smile. “Would you like to help?"

“Me? I’m not great at cooking…”

“That’s okay. I can show you,” you said, holding out an extra apron.

Deuce hesitated but eventually slipped it on, standing beside you at the counter. Under your guidance, he peeled apples, though not without a few comical mishaps—like when an apple flew out of his hands and rolled across the floor.

“Sorry,” he muttered, embarrassed.

You laughed, picking up the rogue apple. “It’s fine. You’re doing great, Deuce.”

As the pie baked, the two of you sat at the counter, chatting. Deuce found himself staring at you, mesmerized by your kindness and the way you seemed to glow under the kitchen lights.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he blurted out.

You blinked, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always so kind to everyone,” he said, his voice earnest. “You make people feel...safe. Like everything’s going to be okay.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked down at your hands. “Thank you, Deuce. That means a lot.”

The troubles at Night Raven College never seemed to end, and today’s issue was no different. A jealous classmate, irked by your growing popularity, had cast a minor spell on you during alchemy class. Though not harmful, it left you feeling lightheaded and faint.

Deuce was furious when he found out. “Who did this to you?” he demanded, his fists clenched.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, resting a hand on his arm. “I’m fine now.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he argued, his blue eyes blazing with determination. “No one gets to hurt you like that.”

Though his protectiveness touched your heart, you managed to calm him down, insisting that you didn’t want any trouble. Still, Deuce kept a close eye on you for the rest of the day, ensuring nothing else went wrong.

Later, when the two of you were alone, he took your hand in his, his expression serious.

“I’ll always protect you,” he said firmly. “No matter what.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “And I’ll always believe in you, Deuce.”

One evening, while studying together, you grew tired and dozed off at the table. Deuce noticed immediately, chuckling softly at how peaceful you looked.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re so...perfect,” he murmured, his cheeks heating up.

Feeling bold, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his heart racing. To his surprise, your eyes fluttered open, and you blinked sleepily up at him.

“Deuce?” you mumbled, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quickly, pulling back.

You shook your head, sitting up. “It’s okay. That was...really sweet.”

His face turned red, and he looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “I just—wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You leaned closer, kissing his cheek in return. “Thank you, Deuce. You really are my knight in shining armor.”

Deuce’s heart soared at your words, and he couldn’t help but smile, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

Masterlist

[sunni-stuff]

You, Me, and a Screen.

—★! NSFW, MDNI, AFAB! Ghost likes to show off what he's got.

—★! Part 2 here!!

Alright, We've all heard about y/n having only fans and Ghost going absolutely nuts for her but what if the roles were reversed?

You're a dedicated worker, or perhaps more accurately, a merciless taskmaster, given the number of hours you put in at your job every week. Time off was a luxury you weren't granted, so your apartment became your only sanctuary for any sense of peace. As soon as your feet crossed the threshold, all the tension in your body melted away. The comforting scent of home enveloped you, welcoming you after a long day.

Your uniform is swiftly tossed aside, forgotten in mere moments - soon you're in more comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts, and a simple t-shirt. Lunch went bust earlier when one of your coworkers needed someone to cover their shift, leaving you hungry. So now you're lounging in bed with your laptop, snacking on your favorite bag of chips while aimlessly browsing various websites, searching for something to watch or any form of entertainment really.

An accidental click causes a popup ad to disrupt your screen, flashing and intruding on your space. The damn ad blocker hardly ever works. You close it, thinking it was just a minor disturbance, only to have another one immediately take its place. With an annoyed click of your tongue, you go to close the tab once more, but something on the page catches your eye and stops you.

You pause, eyes narrowing - you stare intently at the dark laptop screen. Suddenly, you see it again - movement. It's a live stream. A chat window pops out and now a man's figure steps out from the darkness in the background. The camera only shows him from the neck down, but it's clear that he is a man based on the grunt he makes as he sits down. His face remains hidden, but you can see tattoos peeking out from under his long-sleeved black turtleneck.

He remains silent, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. The chat room erupts with excitement at the mere sight of him, begging and pleading for him to perform for their eager eyes. His cargo pants reveal a visible tent, adding to the anticipation of the audience who came for this very show.

"What a needy bunch." His words resonated with a deep rumble, colored by a distinct British accent.

A chill runs down your spine as his voice fills the room, captivating you completely. He lets out a deep chuckle as his large hand rests on it, hidden beneath the fabric. You lean in closer, fixated on the bulge that visibly twitches under his touch.

Ding

A donation of 100 pounds comes through with an attached message: "Stop teasing, GD!"

GD? You're puzzled by the username "GD" and scroll down, hoping to find some information about them. You expect to see a bio, but instead, there's nothing - no age, name, or any other details. The only thing present is their username: "Going Dark".

"Donating won't make me go faster, sweetheart," GD responds with a sly tone, causing the audience in the chat to protest. Yet, donations continue to pour in, raining down on the enigmatic man with seemingly never-ending wealth.

He pauses, leaning back in his chair as he slides his hand down his cargo pants and into his trousers. A pleasurable groan escapes his lips as he starts to palm himself. The audience is captivated, waiting for the moment when he will finally reveal himself. He takes his time, slowly pulling out his length from within his pants.

The head of his penis is an angry red, oozing with precum. He may not be long, but he makes up for it in width and girth. He could easily fill you up and leave you feeling him inside you for days.

Your mouth goes dry and your eyes stay glued to the sight before you - him. You've seen penises before, but never one like this. It's almost… intimidating. How can someone have such a thing just attached to their body? Your gaze follows his every movement, from the delicate way he rubs the tip to the contented hums he makes when someone donates. This man is like a jack-in-the-box, waiting to pop out once he's ready.

He keeps moving his hips, pumping into his hand with varying rhythms as he gasps for air. One moment he's going at a slow and steady pace, not holding back on his moans of pleasure. And then he switches to a relentless speed, chasing a pleasure that only he knows, his arousal leaving slick traces on his hand with each movement, the sound of wetness accompanying this pace.

GD gets closer, you can see his hips falter and shudder before rising to meet his hand. He pushes himself to the edge, then slows down and falls back into a rhythm, ready to start over again. Your panties are drenched at this point from watching him pleasure himself. The way he moves is incredibly erotic, even though all he's doing is stroking himself.

Ding

250 Donation: "GD, give us a money shot?"

There is no verbal response, but the way he grips his cock tightly tells you he read the message. GD quickens his pace, tighter and harder, as if trying to chase away any thoughts or distractions. His breaths are ragged and heavy, his movements becoming sloppy and uncoordinated as his hips demand more. He leans back in the chair, moaning in pleasure as his cock explodes, releasing thick ropes of cum that cover his chest beneath his clothes.

He remains still, not making a sound or uttering a single word. His chest rises and falls with each breath, the only indication of his exhaustion. Just when you think the performance is over and he has used up all of his energy, he suddenly sits up, his face still concealed. He leans over and grabs something from the desk nearby. To your surprise, it's a bottle of lubricant and a pocket pussy.

The anticipation built, and soon he was ready for another round. His member stood tall once again, eager to continue the pleasure. The previous climax faded into insignificance, as he was already eager for more. "I know you all want this, wishing it was your cunt," GD taunted with a smirk, his husky voice echoing in your ears. "What a bunch of naughty girls.."

GD coated his hands with lubricant, adding even more moisture to his already slick cock, making it shine in the dim light. He took his time, moving his hands up and down his shaft in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He gave attention to his balls, squeezing and massaging them gently as they were heavy with cum.

With a joyful hum, he set the lube aside and grasped the pocket pussy firmly with both hands. He teased the opening with his tip, gliding up and down its artificial folds, trying hard to suppress a moan. GD's self-control was reaching its limit; he couldn't resist any longer. He was on the verge of entering, penetrating this sinful paradise, tip just about to push through.

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