#what was supposed to be a damn good vid

[smuttysabina]

When Editing Goes Wrong

(Pokimane's Editor (You) x Pokimane, 3.3k Words) Tags: Excessive masturbation, gooning, sex surprisingly enough, anal sex, oral sex, foot sex, butt sex, obsessive behavior, a stunningly brave tale about the perils of editing for your masturbation material, absolutely degenerate behavior all around, also like damn dude you really couldn't resist telling her huh? Current events, breeding

You had done it, you had acquired your dream job, being the video editor for your favorite streamer; there was just one small problem, an afterthought really, an understatement. You were totally and utterly addicted to every inch of Pokimane's body. Her luscious hair, her gorgeous eyes, her perky lips, her smooth skin, her bodacious breasts, her toned arms, her delicate hands, her smooth stomach, her shapely hips, her puffy mound, her thick thighs, her tempting feet, so perfectly shaped and formed and begging to be licked- Oh dear, you did it again, another hour gone and several tissues filled. You were supposed to be taking Poki's raw, uncut footage and removing all the parts those filthy gooners would enjoy too much, obviously some slightly erotic shots would be left in to titillate them, but not enough to make her haters online accuse her of being a slutty tease. The issue was that there was simply too much delicious content to sort through, and you were unable to resist slamming your meat for hours on end to all of the content she was sending you. You would hump your hand for hours on end to your own private compilations of lewd moments, groaning Pokimane's name as you worshipped her in the only way you knew how. Of course, this made getting videos and vlogs out on time somewhat difficult, since editing actually public-friendly videos did in fact take some time, so things were getting to the point where you might have to start asking for extensions...

You sweat nervously as you hurriedly type out a message to Poki, explaining to her that you would be unable to get her video out this week, that you had hit some unexpected snags while cutting down her content. Nothing to be worried about of course, just a normal hazard of splicing together all of those disparate clips, you should have the vlog out in time by next week, for sure! Your typing is made a touch more difficult by the fact that you were doing so one-handed, even messaging your goddess got you all worked up. Her response of course, is as kindly and supportive as always, "No worries, these things do happen! I am looking forward to receiving the vlog by Wednesday of next week." Next Wednesday? You look at your calendar and groan in despair, it was going to be hard to fit editing time into your schedule with all the gooning you had been planning on doing... But you managed it, somehow. The thought of disappointing your goddess, as arousing as that was, had goaded you into putting the effort in, and you had made what you knew was a masterpiece. You smile proudly as you send the vlog to Poki, you were sure her fans would love it, and they did! "Good job on that last video Editor, that extra time sure helped, didn't it?" Your goddess praises you, so of course you have to hump your hand in celebration, you finish several times to that simple sentence.

The next few weeks pass by without much incident, with you throwing together videos in time for the deadline while still blasting rope to Pokimane constantly. Your videos had been doing extremely well judging by the viewer-count, your subtle blend of inside jokes and community memes with vaguely provocative shots had been largely popular with the fanbase. Of course, you kept the most delectable cuts to yourself, so while those degenerate coomers online were filling their pants to some risque stills, you were pumping furiously to the good stuff. The editing for the upcoming week's video was running into some blockages however, since for whatever sadistic reason Poki had chosen to include almost half an hour's worth of video pointed down at her bare feet as she wanders around her apartment chattering away. You had been unable to resist such potent stimulation, and had been beating your meat almost continuously to her feet. So lost in your lusts were you, that when Poki messages you, you feel inclined to answer honestly, "What's the hold up on next week's video? Its almost Sunday and I haven't gotten it yet?" Your orgasm-fried brain misfires as you try to conceive an excuse, but the thought of telling her the truth is simply too exciting to resist. So you tell Poki that you had been too busy blasting rope to her perfect feet, pumping and edging to her delicate toes and smooth soles so much that you were unable to fit in any editing. You climax when you hit send, obliterating several tissues as you end your hours-long session with a catastrophic orgasm; then of course you realize what you had done, and start panicking. Not that you should have worried though, as Poki swiftly responds, "Understandable, but please try to stop jacking off long enough to do your job." Suitably chastened, you comply; but not before squeezing another fap in.

Over the next month, you start to notice a subtle change in the content Pokimane sends you. Whereas before the more sensual shots would go by swiftly, now she seemed to... linger a bit on certain areas. Normal people would not have perceived this development, but as someone who had spent the past year consuming endless hours of her content, it was obvious. Poki would now spend on average an extra second giving you a view down her bodice, show off her meaty ass for just a little longer, playfully flex her toes before moving onto something else. Of course, you react to this novel situation by offering her with yet more of your seed, while still barely managing to get a video out on time every week. Editors truly have it rough!

Then it happened. In the middle of a vlog about household products, Poki was busy blathering about her automatic cat feeder when she suddenly pauses and stares at the camera. "I know you're watching, Editor. I just wanted to give you a special thank you for all of your hard work." Then she pulls up her shirt to reveal her breasts, wiggles them around, before yanking it back down again and continuing her spiel where she had left off. You gawp in absolute shock, sure that your mind had been playing tricks on you, that your fantasies had bled into real life, that this was actually just a surprisingly accurate wet dream. But no, as you rewind and replay the section, Pokimane had in fact flashed you, she had shown you her slightly tan breasts, each perky while still carrying some heft, graced with a dark-brown nipple upon a wide areola. Your response is entirely predictable, you pound your fleshlight for an entire day straight, not even stopping for food or rest as you honor your goddess's bountiful blessing. When you collapse, it is only from sheer exhaustion, your body and balls utterly drained by the sight of Pokimane's boobs. Upon awakening, you discover that a large amount of time had passed, and that you had a minimal amount of time to complete your deadline. Working like a man possessed, you furiously throw together a video, not even touching yourself once where before you would have savored every tantalizing moment. Through some holy miracle, you are able to send Poki the week's video on time, a feat that she seems suitably impressed by, "I thought you would have to be late again this week, good job Editor."

The next week's content is lacking in such stimulation however, simply a return to Pokimane's usual slight teasing, which still excites you, but leaves you yearning for more. Which was no doubt her intent, because in her next footage, she abruptly turns around, bends over, and pulls down her pants. The mere sight of Poki's monolithic ass in the nude has you painting the underside of your desk before you can fully process what you are seeing. Her fat cheeks wobble provocatively before she languidly reaches back and spreads them and reveals her glistening slit- By the time you have regained control of yourself, you are literally covered in cum, and far, far past your deadline. Panicking, you open your messages and hurriedly inform her that this week's vlog would be delayed due to a medical emergency you had to deal with; yes indeed your health had truly been threatened by what you had seen! Pokimane's response seems amused, "Don't lie to me Editor, you were too busy blasting rope to my ass, admit it." Moaning, you have no choice but to agree with her, informing your goddess that you had been unable to resist relentlessly pleasuring yourself to her; begging her for forgiveness, "It's fine, just be sure to have two videos done by the end of this week, or I'll have to find a new editor, got it?" The mere thought of being cut off by your queen has you in shambles, and you grovelingly assure Poki that her will would be done.

Through a herculean effort, you manage to complete your task, sending two videos of the highest quality to Poki, "Good job, I'm impressed! Next week I will not be posting though, so enjoy your time off." Most employees would celebrate having an entire week off, but being denied fresh content has left you morose; no matter, you still needed to enjoy her last gifts to the fullest. Then a notification pops up that you had received the usual weekly content file from Pokimane, and curious, you open it. Inside there is only one file, an hour long titled: 'For My Editor'. Thoroughly intrigued, and not a little excited, you start to watch it. The video starts with Poke modeling in a sleek black dress, nothing unusual there, as she poses and shows off her angles until she pauses and looks into the camera, "Hello Editor, after working so hard last week, I decided to help you get through this one." Whereupon she confidently pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside, revealing her voluptuous body to you in all its glory. Pokimane leans forward, cupping her breasts with an arm while making slow stroking motions with her other hand, "Jack off for me, Editor. Pump, pump, pump," she growls huskily. Then she explores her body for you, fondling her weighty breasts, running her hands down her fertile tummy, teasingly rubbing her slit, turning around so that she can show you how heavy her ass is as she bounces it with her hands. All the while she encourages you to pleasure yourself to her, motioning with her hand for you to masturbate, "Edge for me Editor, I want you all worked up for the real show..." Poki opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, rolling her eyes back in a perfect ahegao face for a full minute before ending with a devilish smirk. Her teasing grows ever more obscene as her own arousal heightens, "Imagine how wet my mouth would be wrapped around your cock, how soft my boobs would be, how tight my ass would be, how breedable my pussy is..." She moans ecstatically, her fingers squishing against her lower lips as she masturbates, as she angles the camera downwards towards the floor. Poki crouches in front of it, breathing heavily, her face flushed, "How would you take me, Editor?" She gets on her back, spreading her legs for you so that you can see just how sopping wet her pussy is, how it would be to pump between her meaty thighs, "Missionary?" Before rolling over and hoisting her thick ass in the air, pressing her chest against the ground to show you her sensual arch, "Doggy?" She gets up onto her knees and turns around, lustfully humping their air while groping herself and licking her lips, "Or would I need to put all the work in?" Poki leans forward, purring, "I want you to fuck me, Editor. I want every last drop of your cum, understood?" Wet slopping noises grew louder as her face became more and more red, as she nods encouragingly as the camera, "Do it, now. Cum for me, Editor. Cum in me!" Then Pokimane lets out a little gasp before moaning unashamedly, her eyes rolling back as she climaxes right in front of the lens, shuddering with pleasure until it is over. She sighs sensually, "Enjoy your week off..." before giving you a wink and ending the video. Needless to say, you did not get much done that week.

Or the next week for that matter, so busy were you blasting fat reams of jizz to your Goddess's instructions; so lost in an endless cycle of cumming for Pokimane that you only stopped when she messaged you again, "I guess you've been too busy stroking for me to get any work done, so here's a little incentive for you. Finish a video, and I'll give you an hour of my time, deal?" Of course, you had no choice but to obey, even with images of your queen's naked body prancing through your addled brain, you still managed to pump out a video in a reasonable amount of time; as well as an unreasonable amount of loads. A few hours after sending the video, you hear a knock on your apartment door, and more than a little annoyed at being interrupted while worshipping your goddess, you go to open it. Imagine your shock then when you find Pokimane on the other side of it, wearing a sleek outfit of deep red, dolled up to perfection. Pushing past your gawping form, she stalks inside, wrinkling her nose at the stench of semen she plops herself on your much-stained bed before licking her lips and giving you an expecting look, "Well? You have an hour, how would you like to fuck me?" You let out a piteous groan as you shamble forward, your cock already bulging and dripping, your mind unable to believe that your goddess is before you, but your body knows what to do. You dreamily turn her around and pull down her panties, humping Poki's fat ass as she amusingly informs you to go in raw, "After all, I am on birth control, and I doubt I have to worry about any STDs..." So you mount Pokimane like an animal for an entire hour, grunting like a beast while she passively waits for you to finish, you don't stop pumping for a single moment, nor do you ever stop filling her up with your cum until it leaks out of her cunt. Before you know it, her phone is buzzing loudly, and she commands you to stop, your hour is over. You notice she is limping slightly as she leaves, "Fuck I am so full..." she murmurs, before cheerfully saying, "I'm looking forward to your next video, Editor" and leaving.

The subsequent months pass by in a blur, you swiftly and skillfully produce a video for Pokimane, and soon after she arrives at your door, ready to be used. And god, do you use her. You lick and fuck her feet until they are squishy with your semen; you pump between her mighty thighs, breeding her continuously as she moans beneath you; you mount her fat tits more often that you can count, humping her chest until her breasts are smothered with cum; you make her suck you off, making her clean the fluids of your coupling off your cock so many times you know the contours of her mouth better than she does; you violate her anus with her cock, often without any lubrication, groaning as her tight coils milk your dry within minutes; you plow her from behind, again and again and again, unable to resist her thick ass you simply give in and fuck; you spend several hours simply jacking off onto her perfect face, until her hair is soaked and her face white; you make her ride you in every position imaginable, bouncing and swaying on your cock while her breasts flop around her chest, as she tirelessly drains you of load after load; you masturbate to porn together, until you are both staining the sheets afresh with your cum; you ask her to peg you, which she does with great enthusiasm while your cock sprays like a firehose; you dress her up in all sorts of cosplays, roleplaying a wide variety of scenarios that always seem to end up with you breeding her while howling her name; you fuck her while watching the video she sent you, so that you are pumping to Poki porn using Poki's perfect pussy, achieving a gooner's nirvana.

All the while you continue to churn out videos like a machine, all of which rack up an ever growing quantity of views and interactions; you are single-handedly (because the other hand is busy) driving up Pokimane's numbers on Youtube. You reach your zenith after editing while your goddess's head bobs between your legs, sucking you dry even as you complete your masterpiece. Eventually though, you begin to tire of it all, your videos begin to do progressively less well, and you feel a growing indifference towards Poki. You had flew to close too the gooner sun, your wings had been burned by the intensity of your fulfilled passions for her. No longer did her every message and word carry the power to compel you any more, no longer was she your Aphrodite, now she was simply a high priestess, the pedestal of goddess left unoccupied as your ardor cools. None of which goes unnoticed by Poki, so that one day she messages you, "I think we may need to go our separate ways Editor, let's discuss this at your place," and you agree. She patiently explains that the quality of your videos had declined recently, and that she was firing you, "Send me a copy of all the recordings you made of us together though," she smirks at your shock, "what, you thought I wouldn't notice? That much content will be useful for when I launch on Pornhub." You shudder at the thought of Pokimane gracing the porn scene with her presence, much seed would be spilt that day... "Also, I shot your reference to a friend of mine who needs a good editor, so expect to hear from her soon." You thank her profusely for this generosity, and she smirks in response, "Once more before the road then? I know how much you love fucking me..." So you spend the next hour pumping Pokimane full of your semen, and making her suck the resulting mess off of your dick; she even stays an extra few minutes to make sure it is extra clean. You hear her mutter as she leaves for the final time, "Well that one lasted a while..."

You spend the next week in a morose stupor, lost without a goddess to worship, unable to even achieve an erection. Even when Poki glibly announces on stream that she had to fire her pervert of an editor, you don't get hard even from this humiliation. Your depressed mood continues until a fresh notification pops up on your work account, piquing your interest; it reads, "Hello, I was looking for a new editor, and Imane recommended you to me! I need to have this video out by tomorrow, so please get it done ASAP! -AriaSaki" Curious now, you open up attached files, and feel a faint stirring in your crotch. Several hours later, and you send the video to her, your cock leaking from your constant edging, eager for her response. You don't have long to wait, as a short video arrives soon after, you open to see the goddess talking excitedly to you, while wearing little more than short-shorts and a blue pushup bra, "OH MY GAWD, thank you so much Editor! This looks so freaking good, let's discuss terms tomorrow okay? Thank you thank you thank you!" Before ending it with a beaming smile. You are smiling as well, as semen drips down from the underside of your desk, anything for your goddess AriaSaki...

And so the Editor finds a new job, and the cycle continues...

[sgojoenthusiast]

clingy.

✧.* gojo satoru x reader

summary:

gojo can't stand when he's away from you and you're not here to help him out.

cw: not proof read!!!, gojo is VERY clingy & slightly obsessed w reader (who wouldn't be???), nsfw, fluff if you squint, smut, use of 'baby', fem reader, dry humping, nudes, degradation & humiliation, penetration, not much prep tbh, crying, teasing, choking, dom reader/ sub gojo.

word count: 1.8k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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Gojo can't handle being away from you. Not just because he misses your smile, your voice, making you laugh, watching movies with you or even just sitting in silence with you. Because yes, he does miss that stuff, but also because ever since being with you, no fist or toy could possibly get him off like you do.

Sure, if he tried, he definitely could get himself off. But, he refuses. Only you can make him feel good, and he is set on that fact.

The feeling of knowing that it's your hand. He's under your control. It stimulates him in a way no one else could because, simply enough, they weren't you. They didn't have your delicate hands yet harsh grip. They didn't have a voice like honey or skin like heaven.

So, when one of you are away for a mission, he’d call you every night, begging for you to help him. He's explained to you so many times how much he struggles to be away from you during times like this, yet you never quite understand him.

However, on this date specifically, you had made plans with your friends to go to a restaurant and catch up. You had only planned to stay out for a few hours and stupidly thought Gojo would be fine by himself.

1 new notification. 2 new notifications. 5 new notifications. 11 new notificati-

"Hey do you wanna get that? It seems important." one of your friends said, as you scrambled to silence your phone.

"It's fine, it's just Satoru. He's probably wondering what he's supposed to eat tonight or something. He can wait a few hours."

Attachment: 3 images.

You didn't think much of it, often he would send you photos of his face along with a message similar to "look at what you're missing babe???"

What you didn't expect, was a picture of a very prominent bulge in his sweatpants, his hand palming it. The two after that, showed his hardened cock in his hand, precum dripping down it as his thumb ran over his swollen tip.

You immediately turned your phone off and looked to the side of you to check your friend hadn't seen the image. Luckily, she was immersed in a conversation with your friends sitting opposite you.

You took a shaky deep breath, and reopened your phone to check what the other eleven messages were.

"babyyyy:(( wya?? i'm so lonely" "fuckfuckfuck just saw the vid you took of us last night baby. come home." and then several other messages along the lines of him begging you to answer him, and all the stuff he wanted to do to you. Of course, by the looks of things and how pissed you were at him spamming you messages like this, you'd be doing most of the controlling tonight.

Incoming call from Toru<3

Your friends looked at you with concern. Your shaky breaths were doing nothing to help portray a collected composure. “Sorry- I'm just gonna take this real quick." Each of them gave you an understanding look as you walked out to the back, where no one could see or hear you before you answered his call.

"Gojo, I am so unbelievably pissed off at you right now, don't even try to pretend you have no clue where I am 'cause you know damn well it's right there in the fucking calendar."

Heavy panting and strained whines was the only response you got for a solid five seconds before he replied with desperate moans and pleas.

“I can’t- I just can't on my own! It's not enough, I need you pleaseee-“

"'Toru, I'm out with my friends! I'll be home in like three hours, can't you just wait--"

"Three hours?!" he gasped dramatically. To anyone else, they would have thought he was bleeding out from his whines, cries and the way he was pleading you to leave like his life depended on it.

"Yes, Satoru, three hours." you looked around, seeing if there was anyone listening in nearby before continuing. "Satoru, you can either wait three hours like a good boy, and I'll let you come when I come home. Or, you can continue calling me whilst I'm out with my friends and I won't let you come for a week. Fuck that, i wont even fucking touch you for a week. Now, which is it, Gojo?"

With the combination of you using his last name and your terrifying threat, his eyes widened as he mumbled out a quick apology and immediately hung up. He craved you from a distance yet waited excitedly in anticipation for the night’s upcoming events.

Whilst you knew your threat was harsh, you also knew it was a completely empty one. Because, despite your annoyed tone, hearing Gojo whine on the other side of the phone had you pressing your legs together and biting your lip. Not even you could spend an entire week without touching him once.

However, it did the trick. For the entirety of the time you spend out with your friends, you didn't receive a single notification with his name on it (you just know he's saved at least twenty videos so he can show them to you whilst you're cuddling later). It was as if he's erased himself completely or destroyed his phone just to secure being able to feel you against him later.

Exactly three hours after your call, he waited patiently on the sofa, his leg bouncing up and down eagerly. He glanced at the clock maybe seven or eight times before he heard your keys in the door.

As you walked in, you barely had time to take off your coat and hang it up before Satoru's lips were on yours with a fervent intensity. His hands clung to your body desperately, attempting pathetically to get your clothes off before you pushed him onto the sofa.

"Patience, Satoru. You were being so naughty earlier." he looked up at you with wide eyes.

"But I didn't message or call you once!" he pleaded.

Gently, you cupped his face in your palm, running your thumb along his cheek. "I know, baby." you mocked.

Suddenly, Gojo grabbed you by the waist, pulling you on top of him. "You told me- hahh- I could- c-cum" he muttered, grinding his clothed dick against you helplessly. Your hand reached behind his head as you grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging hardly.

"Fuck- why would I let you cum after pulling shit like this, huh? Shit-" you moaned at the feeling of him rutting against you.

"Cause I'm, fuuckk, not letting you go-" he mumbled into your shoulder as he continued to thrust himself against you.

"Wouldn't you rather come inside me, baby? Hmm? You look fucking pathetic right now," you laughed, tauntingly. "Seriously, aren't you embarrassed, Gojo? Humping me like a fucking dog. You've got no control over this pathetic dick, do you? You're just some slut desperate for attention."

He stopped moving at your degrading words as he buried himself in your shoulder. You smiled at your victory, as you commanded him to lay back on the sofa and take his clothes off. You did the same, as you straddled his lap whilst he looked up at you in awe.

"Pleasepleaseplease- I've needed this all fucking day." he begged, tears welling up in his eyes as he bucked his hips up into your own.

You grabbed his dick carefully, stroking it slowly and rubbing the tip with your thumb. He moaned at the feeling of your hands, begging you without shame just to put it in and fuck him like he deserves.

However, your malicious teasing never relented, as you continued to give him very light touches, and very occasionally a small lick from between his legs.

He lay in front of you, heaving breathlessly as his mindless babbles grew into ridiculous moans and incoherent begs. His hair was splayed over his forehead and stuck to him because of the sweat, but never had you seen a more beautiful display as his chest rose up and down. His lips were closed in a slight pout, and his eyes were half shut from the constant edging, his arm covering them slightly.

However, his eyes immediately flew open and his hand grabbed desperately onto the sofa when you shifted your position to directly above his dick.

You sink down slowly, the pain fading loosely into pleasure over time. You moved your hips up and down slowly, as he gripped tightly onto your waist, urging you to go faster when you could.

Soon, you were bouncing on him relentlessly as his moans and whines intertwined with your own like your fingers which slid up his body to weave into his.

You leaned down, taking his lips into a passionate kiss, silencing the sounds of his thoughtless moans.

His mind was blank with pleasure, the only image was your pussy sliding up and down his dick. He untangled your hands as he ran them up your body and towards your breasts, grabbing and flicking your nipples - trying to make you feel even a fraction of the heaven he was experiencing.

One of his hands trailed down towards your pussy as he began to rub your clit. You gasped at the feeling, one of your hands flying straight to his throat as you squeezed tightly.

Before realising what you had done, you felt Satoru cum immediately inside of you, both his hands moving to grab onto your thighs as he reached his high.

As he lay beneath you, panting, you tilted your head at him curiously with a slight smirk on your lips which screamed "oh?". His face flushed with embarrassment. One, at the fact he had just came without you, and two at the fact that all it took was for you to choke him just a little bit for him to come immediately.

Before you had realised he liked your hands around his neck, you had retracted them, placing them on his chest. You grinned deviously as your hands began to slide up his body, a finger stopping to tilt his chin up so he was making direct eye contact with you, before continuing to wrap your hand around his neck. He groaned lowly at the connection, yet the sharp feeling of being overstimulated took over as you lifted your lips up before slamming them down ruthlessly.

He threw his head back and whined loudly, bucking his hips up into yours. "Cant take it anymore-- fuuuckkk!"

"Hmm? But you were the one who asked me if you could come? I'm giving you what you want, aren't I? Stupid, spoiled brat." you continued to move your hips up and down his cock, knowing if he really wanted you to stop, he'd say the safe word. "Plus, I haven't come yet. You're not gonna be a selfish brat too, are you? Don't you wanna make me come?"

He nodded his head incessantly. "Wanna make you come too..." he panted out breathlessly, bucking his hips up into you and moving his hand back down to your clit.

You continued like that for what felt like hours. He wasn't sure how many times he came, yet one thing was certain, and that was no matter how many hours you spent fucking him so roughly, he still hadn't had enough of your touch as you lay in bed during the dark hours of the night with his head by your chest as he showed you all the funny videos he couldn't send you earlier.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟsgojoenthusiast

[soaked4mk]

plz do a daddy kink Johnny cage I beg of u!

Canceled plans// Johnny Cage smut

👽: Very Johnny esque if you ask me! (Not really proofread)

⚠️:Cunnilingus, Finger fucking, Daddy kink, Recorded sex, Creampie.

★ The man, the myth, the legend, Johnny Cage! You keep him on his toes, and he keeps you on yours. You’re spoiled rotten and usually get what you want. Johnny is a spontaneous soul. He can, and will surprise you. Keeping this in the back of your mind, you were in your guys’ shared bedroom, trying on the new outfit that he had bought you. (More like the 50th, but you’re set on this one for now.)

★ You had plans to go out with a few friends, nothing crazy. The outfit you chose consisted of a pleated miniskirt, and a form fitting top that was tucked neatly into it. Rolling up your thigh-high stockings. you strike a small pose in the mirror, admiring the fit you put together.

★ Johnny walks into the bedroom, freezing in place, he whistles. “Damn…Is this a part of the haul you got today?” He asks, pointing at your outfit, finger moving up and down, he saunters over to you, with a smirk. Turning from the mirror, smiling at him, you reply. “Yes it is… what do you think?” You ask innocently, doing a small twirl for him.

★ “Oh, I think it’s adorable, baby.” He smiles sweetly at you, bringing his hand to your chin to pull you in for a kiss. you gladly wrap your arms around his neck. His tongue tracing along your lips, seeking entrance, quickly exploring each other’s mouths, your bodies lightly pressed together.

★ He smiled against your lips, before pulling away. His eyes scanned your body once more, taking in the way your thighs would pudge out from your stockings. “Where you going, lookin’ that damn good anyways?” He teased, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, mouthing along it as he awaited your answer.

★ “Ahaa~ I thought I told you…?” You sputter feeling his tongue trace your neck, lightly sucking at it. Nipping on a sweet spot, causing you to let out a small yip, before placing your hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away. “Johnny… I can’t have hickeys before my night out, my friends will never let me hear the end of it.” You admit as you turn to the mirror, inspecting your neck for any love bites.

★ “That’s tonight?” He asked with a cocked brow, moving in, snaking his hands around your waist from behind, admiring the two of you in the mirror. “Mhmm.” You reply, seemingly content with the lack of marks on your neck, releasing yourself from his loving grasp, you walk past him to get your shoes.

★ “Whaaat? Oh come on, babe. I gotta let people know you’re taken.” You laugh, slipping on your other shoe. “I’m with Johnny Cage, people already know I’m taken.” You explain while walking towards him. He softly chuckled at your reply, but was quick to tempt you. “Well, just stay home…y’know? reschedule.” He asked frivolously.

★ “That’s so rude though…especially for something so—“Something so what, sweetheart?” He placed his hand on your lower back, while slipping his other down the hem of your skirt. causing a tiny whimper to slip out. “Johnny, I can’t…I cancelled last time, I’ll look like a flake. plus- I did my make up, hair and —look at my outfit…me and my friends are supposed to take cute pics and vids!” You whine slightly at the thought of your efforts being in vain.

★ “Kitten, you can still do all that here~ plus I feel like I could put that look to better use.” Your heart flutters in your rib cage at the pet name. “But—“No buts, princess. My decision is final. You’re staying home.” You aren’t sure if he’s being serious at this point, so you just laugh at him. “Right…I’ll be back by midnight.” thinking you’ve had the final word, you grab your purse and keys, heading towards the door.

★ “What the hell did I just say?” Johnny asks, sternly. Completely contrast to the witty banter you held just moments before. He strides across the room, up to the door, quickly blocking you from leaving. “Oh, I heard you. But, I’m still going out, like I had planned.” You say with an impatient tone, slightly puzzled at his sudden change of demeanor. You become annoyed, trying to push past your boyfriend. what was he hoping to accomplish with this? He simply grabs your shoulders, preventing you from going any further.

★ “Hey now…you better watch how you talk to me, little girl.” Johnny spoke with the same tone, but there was an underlying playfulness to it. Looking up at his broad figure, you swallow a bit. “Johnny, quit playing…I-I’m gonna be late if you keep me any longer.” You tripped over your words a bit as you felt the energy shift in the air.

★ “Johnny? Who’s Johnny?” He teased looking down at you with that signature smirk. “That’s Daddy to you.” He corrected, placing his hands on your hips, walking forward, causing you to instinctively stumble backward. “John-

★ Gently pushing you into the bed, he chuckled, crawling over you. “Don’t make me repeat myself, doll face.” He told while gripping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. Your face flushed red, and you felt a pang of arousal jolt through your panties. This was definitely a new side to him.

★ Consider yourself intrigued, you bit your lower lip, looking into his lust-filled eyes. “Now, how about you be a good girl, and tell your little friends ‘next time’ huh?” He was testing the waters with his new approach, and it seemed to be playing out in his favor.

★ “Okay…” you give in. “Okay what?” He fastens his grip on your face, moving his closer to yours, expecting you to know exactly what he was wanting to hear. “O-okay Daddy…” you corrected yourself, feeling a bit embarrassed after the fact. You grab your phone to cancel your plans.

★ “What a doll.” He pats your cheek, tone sultry, before trailing his hands down your body. he complimented your stockings, awe-struck at the spillage of your perfect thighs, while playing with the elastic, purring in your ear, and telling you how much he loved you.

★ Johnny kissed down your body, eliciting a small moan from you. Head between your thighs, he flipped up your miniskirt and exposed your adorable panties, admiring your soaked pussy through the thin fabric. “God damn, this is gonna be good~” He slyly remarked.

★ Getting up off of the bed and walking around to his side, he pulled out a bullet vibrator from his nightstand. Making his way back onto the mattress, looming over you. Your curiosity piqued, as your eyes followed his every movement, waiting for him to further elaborate his actions.

★ “You got all dolled up for ‘cute pics and vids?’ Right?” He smirked, making light mockery of your protesting from earlier. You nodded lightly, watching him grab his phone from his pocket, opening it to the camera before handing it to you. “Here, I want a new screen saver, make one for me will you?” You held his phone with a quirked brow, but quickly obliged. Snapping a pic of yourself with Johnny holding your knees apart. You threw a peace sign up as you took the photo, he smirked.

★ “That was pretty cute, but I think we can do better, don’t you?” He asked with a soft tone. He then gravitated towards your exposed panties, clicking it on, he pressed the vibrator down onto your clothed clit. A small squelching sound could be heard as he glided the bullet up and down your slicked panties. “Now this is camera worthy…”

★ “Mmhhh.~” You moan as the vibrations continue their work on your clit, bucking your hips as the pleasure heightens quickly. “Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, isn’t he?” He smiles, taking joy in seeing you squirm and writhe under the influence of the bullet.

★ You make the mistake of letting his phone drop out of your grasp, so you could grind your hips in an attempt to further the pleasure at hand. “Pick that back up.” He smacks your ass roughly, pressing harder on your clit with the vibrator, clicking it to bump up the intensity.

★ “Aha~ sorry…” You whimper, as your hips jerked from the sudden frequency change, grabbing his phone off of the soft sheets, opening it back up. Johnnys lips curled into a smirk seeing you comply. “Now, smile for the camera and make sure to get that money shot, babygirl.” You nod, shakily holding his phone and snapping messy pictures of your face contorting in pleasure, and some of Johnny between your thighs, playing with your clit.

★ He slid his free hand up to yours, helping you adjust the angle, so you could get the perfect shot, before pressing record. “Just like that, kitten, now can you hold it still while I make you cum?” He asked, rather frankly at that, looking at himself on the screen. (Yes he’s having you use the front camera) “Mmhhh~” you hum as your body begged for more. Keeping the phone as steady as you possibly could, Johnny proceeds.

★ “Show the camera that pretty little pussy.” He said, waiting for you to do so. You bring the phone closer, doing exactly as he said. “Now tell me how much you love your daddy ~” A pang of embarrassment and arousal flooded your veins, cheeks flushing before stammering.

★ “I-…I love my daddy~” you manage to say, choking back a moan. He seems content with your obedience, and the angle at hand, burying his face into your dripping cunt. you let out a small squeal, his nose grinding purposefully against your sensitive clit, as you arch your back, forcing yourself to keep the phone in place as he goes down on you, taking in your taste luxuriously.

★ The knot in your stomach was quick to form, aching for release. your hips were bucking involuntarily at this point. “Stay still, pretty baby.” He murmured into your heaving pussy, reminding you to record like a good girl. He enveloped your cunt with his tongue, neglecting not one bit of it, making your legs quiver.

★ Spreading your slick folds open with his fingers, kissing your swollen clit, he took a moment to awe at your soaked core. He hummed, gently taking the phone from your hand and flipping the camera so he could have a clear view of your soaked pussy. “Keep playing with yourself.” He lowly told you, handing over the vibrator before slowly inserting his ring and middle fingers, causing a whimper to slip from your mouth. “You like that, don’t you?” He would teasingly ask, curling his digits just right as he pressed into your sweet spot repeatedly. your brain began to grow fuzzy as you felt your climax nearing.

★ Johnny knows your body too well by now, and encourages you to cum for him. The repetitive thrusting of his thick fingers and the intensity of the vibrations sent you into oblivion. finally coming undone and squirting aggressively onto his hand, your legs trembled, eyes rolling in the back of your head. all the while Johnny’s just relishing in the shot he’s getting of your orgasm.

★“Mmhh~” you whimper as he began burrowing into your pussy once more, lapping his tongue assertively, ravishing the juices you’ve spilled. Pulling back, humming in delight as his body moves its way up again, he planted a kiss on your lips. The taste of yourself lingered on your tongue and you can feel his hardened length pressing against you.

★ And without further notice, he pulls you to the edge of the bed, and pushes your legs apart. “Ready for the finale, super star?” He inquired with his cocky smirk, pulling out his shaft. Your eyes followed it as he sprung out from the restraints of his pants, he lined himself up with you, pressing the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit.

★ Pointing the phone down to your vulnerable position, Johnny chuckled a bit. “You love taking daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He teased, pressing further into your heat. Your face flushed at his lewd comment and at the way he was shamelessly recording. Johnny knew he was doing something right when you bucked your hips, taking in more of his length. He gladly began to pound into your dripping wet pussy.

★ Causing a shockwave of pleasure to wash over you as his dick repetitively smashed into your sweet spot. You gripped down onto the sheets beneath you, feeling your walls clench around his cock, you sputter out incoherent nonsense as Johnny praises you for being such a good girl. “You take daddy’s cock so fucking good. he grunted as his thrusts grew sloppier.

★ He had one hell of a steady hand though, keeping the phone exact to get the perfect shot of you taking in every inch of him. His pace stayed exact, ramming your pleasure point over and over again. You clicked off the toy and held your legs up by hooking your arms under your thighs, giving a classic amateur vibe to the video.

★ Johnny seemed content, smacking and groping your tit, eliciting a moan from your mouth as he did so. “So fuckin’ tight.~” slamming his hips into yours, Johnny let out a guttural moan, you threw your head back in pleasure. Feeling your second climax approaching. With one final thrust, Johnny spilled his seed inside of you, filling you up rather quickly, as you came undone around his cock.

★ The feeling of the sticky substance filing your pussy made your heart skip a beat, and you were lost in a euphoric state, riding the high of the shared orgasm you had just experienced. Johnny pulled out, a few beads of his cum dripping from your cunt as he did so. Bringing the phone to get a close up of the scene, before ending the video, Johnny crawled over to you, kissing your forehead before getting off of the bed to grab a warm washcloth.

★ Happily cleaning you up, he would lovingly cuddle you, wrapping his strong arms around your body, and turning on one of your favorite movies. “Be honest, you have way more fun with me than your friends.” He jokingly prods, smirking down at your sleepy face, already knowing the answer. You playfully roll your eyes, before nuzzling up to him, falling asleep in his embrace.

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[muffythemuffin]

Guys, I'm sorry, the brainrot has consumed me 😔

Okay, so, remember when I drew joke art of max x nugget? This one:

Yup, now uhh I actually frigin ship them. uhhh, meow? But, yeah... BRO, THIS MAN HAS A FREAKING FANDOM NOW WTF?!?! But yeah, this is... totally tubular.. I also have the love lore, here- eat up:

Here's my presentation on:

Why max x nugget is cannon:

So, as we all know there was this Fnf mod called Twiddlefinger based on the two. BUT it's supposed to focus on a more.. *romantic* scale of the two's relationship.

THEN, in one of Max design pro's vids, we can see that he took the twiddlefinger design and put him in as a "wanted" poster.

The fans went ham and noticed that shit. The fact that a brainrot and no longer as much content farm noticed the mod was extraordinary, never done in history.

And from then, Max started putting fanart on his walls whenever he could. That showed that he acknowledged the fact that he now has a damn fandom, erm.

So, one day, someone donated and said to please please please make twiddlefinger cannon... guess what Maxy said.. "Thank you very much for your generous donation 🙏!". That meant that it was cannon

SO, then he uploaded a with *literally* "evil max" hunting for the two. LIKE, *LITERALLY*.

And as you guessed it... the people freaked out, even *I* was twiddling my fingersz-

And great, everything was good for a little while, ofc referencing the mod.. until.

One day, he uploaded a video with Max's little bro, Jimmy, trying to get outside to play with the chicken nugget. Now not only did they remix twiddlefinger and based it off of that video which the song is actually a BANGER. But..

you wouldn't believe what was on the damn wall...

DAMN.

And yeah, you will not believe what I found in the comments in another one

Basically someone asked for a marriage... DAMN BRO- WJSGSKSBSHSN

So, yeah, here's some art:

1. WHY DOES NO-ONE DRAW THE CAT

2.Plz, tell me how to get my fanart in one of his vids :( I wanna.

BYEEEE.

Also, somebody make an actually good fanfic of them

Sparkle on ✨

[heli0s-writes]

You’re Toxic, I’m Slipping Under

Summary: He bristles, offended. And you try, with as much dignity as you can muster after the last two hours of being fucked blind, to not look so smug about it. “See you next week,” he hums.

A/n: To celebrate Glass Onion coming out, here’s ol’ boy Ransom because I hate him so much :) 4.1k words. Warnings: Smut; mild degradation, spitting, daddy kink; classism; Mind Games with Ransom Hour etc. etc. Please stop reading if you’re not 18+

Your whole apartment building seems to rattle when he arrives thirty minutes late. Like raucous fanfare to announce his appearance, the door slams shut, the latch clicks loudly, and then you hear his heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.

His shoes are still on—of course they are—stomping your floorboards and dragging in dirt. You can practically see them, the usual suede loafers switched out for leather boots with the late fall chill, and probably mud-caked because he’s thankless like that.

With your attention still on your laptop, already irritated because you’ve been attempting a paper that’s only chased its tail for the last three hours, you ask, “Did you misplace your watch, Ransom?”

Turning, you show him you’re the screen reading 8:32 and blink pointedly, “Is that a yes?”

“Don’t be smart,” he snaps back. “You know I don’t like that.”

Your head’s been a mess of fog, body tense and frustrated for days, and although you’ve always prided yourself on tact and grace—patient like a saint—Ransom manages to bring out the worst. You hiss, “Take your damn shoes off, you know I don’t like that.”

You watch mutely as he does so, not without a sneer here, a shitty comment there. He takes three long steps and plops himself on your bed, hands curling into the quilt, thumbs brushing over the patchwork fabric disparagingly. He pinches a loose thread and begins to pull, tugging slowly at first, and then finding joy in unraveling a line of stitching until nearly three inches rip apart.

“I always thought you needed to replace this thing.” He twirls the string disdainfully, “It’s ugly as sin.”

He pretends he doesn’t know how you obviously love this quilt—handstitched and affectionately made, your damn initials are embroidered into the corner, after all. He’s made a game of testing your patience, gleefully punching at every button as he tries to get you to snap.

Ransom Drysdale Thrombey. You’d met him at one of the Thrombey’s family… functions. Dysfunction, you’d muttered under your breath when Walt beat his cane against the floor in a drunken tirade and Meg ran out back to wolf down a pot cookie that she was supposed to be saving for later.

She was on the cusp of a panic attack, words tumbling out like a car crash, her hand in her beret, then hair, then trembling over her maroon-painted lips.

“God, I’m so sorry— I thought we could just make a pit stop before heading out. The food’s always catered and really good— god… it’s a fucking mess.”

You waved her off because it’s not like you haven’t witnessed at least one aunt having a meltdown during holiday dinner before— family’s just like that—and tried to placate her with, “Can’t be worse than the cousin who asked if we’d be scissoring later.”

Meg’s face twisted in disgust. “Ugh, ew! Fucking Jacob! He’s a skeezy little incel— I swear he’s a moderator on one of those internet forums where they post revenge porn and upskirt vids— honestly, he was adorable two years ago. Then I guess he went through puberty and got radicalized on Youtube.”

You paused as she lit a cigarette and inhaled furiously before realizing that the two of you were thinking of two entirely different cousins.

“I meant the big one, Meg. This one went through puberty twenty years ago.”

“Ew, Ransom,” Meg frowned, “That’s even worse.”

“Ransom? What is he, a Disney villain?”

Leaves crunched behind your back and Meg looked up from flicking ash into the yard toward the sound.

“Let’s be honest, I’ve got the face of a leading man.”

Meg blew smoke at him, as if the fumes were enough to threaten his sensibilities. You figured not, he looked like a cigar smoker anyway—one of those guys who’d dedicate a whole room in their house with the humidity just right to keep them fresh. Rich people shit.

“Go away, Ransom,” she said, to clarify.

“I don’t recall addressing you, Megan.” He took a drawn-out look, lips pursing in scrutiny before lifting a brow, making a real goddamn show about it. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll bite. 400 on the dresser for an hour; you can get yourself something nice.”

You’re still not sure what it was about either your attire or attitude that allowed him to conjure up such an offer.

Maybe it was your shitty jeans and your sweater from freshman year orientation. Maybe you looked like an easy mark to tear down.

His audacity shocked out a laugh from you—a loud, abrupt guffaw that eased Meg enough for her to dip back inside to grab more from her stash. And when she was out of sight, focused on rummaging in the old clock, you responded, “Yeah, okay. I’ll bite back.”

Maybe it was an act of rebellion against your background in contrast to all this excess. The bitter aftertaste of eating bottom shelf food out of necessity for weeks at a time—those awful chicken bouillon packets and dried blocks of instant noodles your first year of college. No one paid for your schooling or housing so learning to balance an over-abundance of classes and a job because you needed to graduate early, needed to spend less money on tuition, meant that you were working yourself to death.

If Youtube radicalized Jacob, then habitually sleeping three hours a night in the campus library and skipping meals to afford textbooks while men like Ransom crashed Maserati’s for fun radicalized you.

So, sure. Game on.

He picked you up the following weekend without anyone knowing and took you somewhere expensive. It was a whirlwind of exorbitant dinners and being quietly sneered at down the straight line of his tall nose bridge. The front door to his bachelor pad shutting but not bothered with locking. Falling into the thousand-count Egyptian cotton bedsheets naked, the skylight’s beam spilling like gold-flecked champagne.

You promised yourself it meant nothing. Just an experiment of unbridled spite. If he wanted to throw money at you, hell, that’s his problem. If he wanted to fuck you, well, you’d give him the best fuck of his life— let him see that despite wealth, at the end of the day, he was flesh and blood trembling for the right stroke.

And sure, he trembled, but it was your mistake to pare it down so simply.

Ransom juggled fuck buddies much longer than you’d been fucking at all. He knew it was best with the right amount of emotion involved. Just enough to yearn. If he laid roses at your feet, kissed your knees featherlight and worked his way up to your jaw, cradled the back of your head, nosed the pulse of your wrist, your collarbones, asked for your eyes on him, and panted the lightest breath of your name at the edge of it all—now who’s fucking who over, sweetheart?

You were out of your depth. He was powerful, older, and more experienced. He touched you in ways that emulated affection—that brought fire and danger. His hands were large and callused at the juncture of his fingers. His pretty mouth was pink, wet, kissed greedy. His sharp eyes took everything in.

But, as you predicted, his moods soon volleyed in every direction as consequence of never being told no, and once the novelty of crazy hot—often angry—sex grew stale, you crashed back down to earth burned out. You ghosted.

“You’re, what…” he called through the door the week after you texted that it was both too much and not enough to carry on with, “breaking up with me? Seriously. This is a fucking joke.”

And you could have practically seen it—how his bottom lip would jut out as his incisors crossed, how his brows would sink when he got angry. He was never belligerent, only calculating.

You told him to leave, and he did, after a single loud kick to the frame, because he’s never begged for anything, and he wasn’t going to start.

The guilt came afterwards, with the bouquet of roses on the doormat, petals scattered around because he’d slammed them down after being ignored again and again, and you swept them inside to throw into a vase next to the three other vases with flowers in various degrees of wilted.

“Breaking up” prickled complicatedly in the middle of your chest, because despite the many shows of affection, you knew you weren’t exactly breaking up. You had never really been with him anyway. People aren’t… with Ransom. They’re towed along by Ransom, dragged by their hair by Ransom. Played with by Ransom until he inevitably gets bored.

It devolved into needless melodrama. Weekly episodes of a teen show with grandiose gestures of toxic relationships perceived as romance. Ransom’s habit of whisking you away, fucking you senseless, turning around to fight with you about any-goddamn-thing he pleased. Dropping off flowers and champagne. Restarting the whole process.

It wasn’t healthy—isn’t healthy, probably, according to most therapists—since he’s here, present-day, in your room, beginning to undress.

You fiddle with the sleeves at your elbows, thumbing cool satin before advancing, arms subconsciously crossed.

He’s only in his underwear now. A pair of nondescript gray boxer briefs fitted on his muscular thighs, taut as he leans back on his palms. He slowly spreads his legs, inviting you between them. His lips purse when you stand passively, knee brushing his bulge, hands resting over his shoulders. He’s warm.

One palm caresses your lower back and the other on himself, gliding up and down. His lids are half open, voice low, “You miss this?”

“No,” which is a lie. You missed it when evenings were boring, half-heartedly nodding to some boy’s drivel about campus life, mind wandering to someone who didn’t look freshly 21, didn’t date like it. Didn’t talk themselves up just to get you into bed.

At least Ransom was honest; he always said exactly what he thought, told you exactly when you were pissing him off, how he was going to teach you a lesson—where he wanted you, how he wanted you, and— a chill races up your arms.

He’s downright smug when he notices.

“No? You prefer sloppy frat boys pawing at you like virgins over me? Every time, you think they might fuck right but, well, you’re always disappointed.” He reaches beneath the short hem of the robe, splays his hand out over your thigh and very slowly feels his way up.

Your eyes shutter as he pulls you forward, gripping tightly and massaging up toward your ass. The pit of your belly is tightening, the rest trying to push down being too eager for him all over you, his broad shoulders, his strong hands, how he bends his grasp on your shoulder, fixes you in a perfect curved arch just the way he likes.

Ransom noses the robe out of his path, sinking his teeth lightly down until he scrapes a line over your breastbone, laying his face gently down like a child—like a lover.

“You know,” he begins, taunting again, “You make a… face.” He says it as he trails down beneath the swell of one breast, letting your nipple graze his cheek, before he presses a kiss to your ribcage. Hot like a brand, searing into your belly. And then he bites.

You flinch, hand going to his hair to pull him away. He throws his head back into your grasp, eyes glittering and amused. He quickly works your thighs apart, dipping two fingers between and sinking into your heat.

“There it is,” he chuckles when your eyes flutter, “Yeah... Really gets me off.”

You’re in his lap before you know it, your hold on him fallen off and now scrambling for his wide shoulders to hold yourself steady. He’s got you leaned back on his thighs, hanging off the edge of the bed and perfectly helpless, the only thing planting you even close to secure are your folded knees, your arms around his neck. He’s shushing you, one large hand on the small of your back, the other still working inside your pussy.

He says, “Calm down unless you want to fall,” but it’s goddamn hard when your heart is pounding with equal parts fear and arousal. He’s sucking on your tits, balancing you just precariously enough to thrill, fingering you all the while—like it’s nothing to him, like you’re an object he can manipulate however he pleases.

His cock is erect, flexing against the fabric over his groin, a swell of hard, aching muscle. You want to put your hand around it, feel its girth in your palm, simply hold it because you do fucking miss it. The places he can reach, the ways he spreads you, rocking in and pulling out—how he sometimes settles inside, and then does nothing but watch you squirm.

It’s undeniably gorgeous—and he is too—when you fumble it out after he lays you down and hovers over you with interest. You’re wetting your lips automatically, staring in awe at his thick shaft sprouting from soft, dark, curls, the tip of it smooth and almost purple, swollen up with blood.

“Legs up,” and the way he says it, how he just goes right out and says it, makes you groan.

Boys don’t do that. Too busy in their heads about peacocking and re-enacting the kind of porno where performers wordlessly move into new positions in sync, nothing verbal exchanged but high-pitched shrieking and nasally fuck me’s.

Ransom’s extremely verbal in bed. He easily says, “Look at me. Show me how much you want it,” and flits his eyes between your bodies.  

You do, shivering, sliding two fingers along the sides of your folds, finding yourself aroused and damp, humiliated and incredibly turned on when he grins, simply content with watching. Your thighs are squeezing reflexively, abdomen crunching up trying to keep it together.

But he’s never been patient, and quickly tells you to hold your knees, rock back, make yourself small and exposed, and then he’s delving gently into your hole— thumbs taking turns, coaxing more.

Two fingers tuck in, then another two struggle next to them, and you can’t stop yourself from gasping and crying out at how he pulls apart the walls of your cunt.

The sound of it— sloppy, squelching, a light and hollow kind of noise like a tongue flicking inside an open mouth.

“Look at this pretty pussy.” He tugs a little more, and you wriggle into it, gripping your legs tighter, pulling your knees up, shins toward your burning face to hide.

He descends on your clit, tip of his tongue licking into your stretched hole, purposefully only running against the taut skin around his fingers. “You got a talent, baby,” he murmurs, buzzing. “I could fuck you the whole day, fuck you numb… but give you about half an hour and it’s good as new, tight and perfect.”

There had been marathon rounds of bouncing in his lap between being at each other’s throats, his thighs splitting yours, hands holding you up, nibbling at your ear. Then he’d turn you around, take you to the floor until you collapsed on the bearskin rug, the sweat on your neck and chest rolling into dark furs. Railed you until you were so sensitive anything would make you come; your body unsure if it was considered your own anymore.

Fuck, fight, rinse, and repeat.

“Are you—going to talk all night?” You grunt up to the ceiling, trying to steel yourself from panting or moaning and only barely making it.

“Thought you liked it when I talked.”  His dark head is still between your legs, nose pressed into your skin, licking agonizingly slow with his entire tongue. It’s so warm, and gentle, and assertive. “What, you don’t like being told how good you taste?”

He keeps licking, pushing at the back of your knees when you try to switch positions, holding you in that bent up pose. He’s suckling at your clit when his fingers find their way back inside, easily hooking in three and pumping them smoothly.

“How—” he sucks hard, the shape of his full, plush lips fitted over you making a filthy wet smack, “mmm—I love the taste of your sweet pussy?”

When you come like it’s being ripped out of you, legs shaking around his head, lines of his spit dripping down your ass and onto the sheets, he lets you go with a hard slap on your sex, and you nearly wail.

“That’s my girl,” he says. “Yeah, you missed me, huh? You missed it like this, didn’t you? Tell me.”

“Unnng …” a high whine, “Ransom.”

“I know,” he mumbles, kissing up your belly, your neck, your ear.

He moves into position, entering effortlessly after all his prep work, and the shine of your juice still on his beard is fucking unholy hot. He’s grinning and panting, eyes fluttering briefly as he slides home.

“I know it’s big, baby. But you can take it, you’re gonna take it.” He’s a fraction unfocused, letting himself enjoy how you squeeze around him before he begins to punish.

Jesus, you missed this. Missed the agonizing drag of his shaft that feels like it goes on and on forever. Miss the way you get full of him, miss how it almost hurts.

His hipbones are hitting against yours, a steady fast rhythm because he’s experienced like that. Whereas some others might go faster when you’re close, Ransom stays at the pace that got you there in the first place. If anything, he pushes just a bit harder, makes you listen to the sound of his skin on yours, the choke of your breath he punches out.

You crunch yourself up smaller, toes touching the headboard now. Anything to get him further in.

“Fuck, you’re a slut,” he laughs. “Pretty little slut, god you don’t give it up like this for anyone else, do you?”

There’s not enough sense in you to argue even if you wanted to. The room is swimming, undulating, slipping further and further out of reach as the bed rocks and squeaks in protest. You’re sure you met a very handsome guy at the bar weeks ago but as soon as he started hinting that he was interested and stirred up conversation by asking your major, you left.

It just… wasn’t there. It wasn’t the same. No way in hell.

That boy wouldn’t have done this—wouldn’t be planting one foot on the bed, the other knee still down, enormous hands tight on your hips and crashing in.

You could cry, it feels so goddamn good.

Tears dribble their way out from the corner of your eyes. You turn your face enough to get a breath of fresh air, gulping it in frantically between the drive of Ransom’s cock and the half second he slides out.

You vaguely register his hand moving from your hip to your cheek, knuckles brushing upward.

“Oh,” he sighs, “pretty, pretty girl.” He slows his pace, nearly stilling. You squirm beneath him, inching away from how deep he is inside you, how intimate it feels as he kisses the hollow of your cheek and then toward your brow.

“So sweet for me,” he says, pulsing, making you whine with how he pushes against your sore walls. “Did I make a slut out of you? Huh? Make you stupid for my dick?”

“Make me come,” you say. “Make me—“

“Ask me real nice, baby. Ask daddy to make you come.”

You want to hit him. Kill him.

“No?” He whispers into the sensitive shell of your ear, “You don’t want it?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassment clawing up your face, but Ransom’s hold is tighter, sharper, and he really is— so fucking right. You want it. And he’s made you a little stupid, so yeah--

“Please make me come, daddy. I wanna come.”

The Cheshire grin that unfurls on his face is more panther than cat. “You wanna come on daddy’s big cock?”

“Yes, daddy,” you admit. “I wanna so bad.”

“Oh, that’s it, baby. You’re a good girl, aren’t you. You put on a little show just for me? Act like you don’t want it but soon as I get in you and you let me lay you out anywhere, make you say anything.”

You turn away but he’s got your fucking number— got you as a boneless, spineless mess beneath him as he begins to fuck you again, and harder, his calculating, beautiful, cruel face hanging above you like a fever dream.

“You gonna come? Gonna cry?”

He’s melting away, he’s everywhere, and the lights behind your eyelids are starting to glare and threaten to explode.

“Gonna come for daddy, huh. That’s it, baby. That’s my girl, let me feel your pussy— ah— there it is— you can’t help it, can you? Mmm, swallow daddy’s cock with your pussy.”

Your orgasm is a wreck of curses and teeth on Ransom’s shoulder when he drops down close enough to make contact. You shake and whimper, struggling to calm yourself through the aftershocks.

When you’re done, still floaty but more aware, the mess of your humming insides less tight around him, he pulls out and shuffles up until his swollen tip is at your chin.  

You obey wordlessly, and afterwards, when the flex of his shaft is tell-tale, and he empties into your mouth, you hold it there, show him the mess.

“Baby,” he says, slowly making his way back down, admiring the come submerging your tongue.

Ransom licks his lips, licks the inside of his cheek, and leans back over again, his eyes liquid darkness and pleased as punch. And he drops a line of spit on top, drools it down over your teeth, into your mouth, and says, “Good girl.”

-

“You need a new laptop.” He’s tugging his belt until the clasp hooks into place.

“I don’t.”

“It looks old.”

“So do you.”

He bristles, offended. And you try, with as much dignity as you can muster after the last two hours of being fucked blind, to not look so smug about it.

“See you next week,” he hums.

You don’t say anything in response, only listening for the same heavy footsteps slam back downstairs—perhaps a fraction lighter—and the clunk of the door swinging shut. A long breath and you stretch slowly, letting your body regain its normal shape before he bent you into a goddamn pretzel. A few minutes pass, and then a few more, and you hear the roar of his car speed out of the parking lot.

Safe now, out of his reach, you amble back up into your computer chair to face the awful white, blank document staring back like a judgmental audience. You slide in and crack your neck, feeling the throb between your thighs yield to a less uncomfortable ache.

The problem, you’ve learned after leaving Ransom’s world, was that you had been ill-equipped to play his game. His game, and by extension, Meg’s game. All the Thrombeys and Drysdales and everyone in-between.

They belonged to a class you couldn’t really understand unless you were making a fucking killing—and graduation was just around the bend, so maybe you would, one day—but you were in the red with 45 grand of student debt and staring down the barrel of a subsequent degree because it was getting hard to make it with just a single bachelor’s in anything.

There was too much to do and not enough time to be jerked around by Ransom—not nearly enough time to feel frustrated about your situation in any sense. No, scraping by taught you to survive. You couldn’t be whisked off to the Caymans for brunch, couldn’t be fucked raw in hotel infinity pools, get lost for days meandering the Pacific on luxury yachts for the fun of it.

Your world was a little more drab, a little less rose-tinted.

So it was back to normal now, back to the grind, back to not wasting any part of your week on shitty dates, shitty sex, and coming home more frustrated than you left it. Because there was Ransom, so eager to make some kind of statement about proving you wrong that he’d be the last to know when he’s being used.

And maybe 4 out of 5 therapists would say that your coping mechanism to a normal sex drive is unhealthy—mind-fucking and regular-fucking your ex/not-ex will do that—but you wouldn’t know. You can’t afford therapy just yet.

You rub your back, patting out the tightness of overworked muscles. It doesn’t feel any worse than the cramp you’d gotten after staying up three nights in a row cramming for finals.

As if your brain has reset, your fingers begin tapping on the keys, and you realize your writer’s block’s been lifted.

[tommysversion]

Joel dream? 👀

( Tbh, anon, I figured it would be easier to just turn it into a short fic... Also the gif is 100% relevant because I have a feeling the dream came from both this and the very nsfw vid going around that is reminding a few of us of a certain internet daddy. Anyway...)

CW: age gap, unprotected sex, language, etc.

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He's staring at you, gaze piercing you from across the room. You suppose it's somewhat your fault; the skirt you're wearing is far too short to be practical, but it's the middle of summer and there's no air conditioning. Your shirt - or what passes for a shirt - clings to you, giving him a nice view of your midriff. If you planned on leaving the apartment, it wouldn’t be practical at all. But it’s not designed to be.

"If you're trying to get my attention, there's probably easier ways." Joel always sounds pissed off, it's just his tone, but in this case, he sounds more amused than anything.

You're not going to lie; you definitely chose the skirt with him in mind. Or rather, his reaction in mind.

"I don't know what you mean." You're lying through your teeth, and he knows it, a half smirk forming on his lips at your denial.

"No?" He's sitting on the couch, wearing that denim shirt that clings to him, dark jeans, legs spread in a way that should, frankly, be obscene.

"Nope." You pop the 'p' sound, watching the way his eyes darken before he taps his thigh.

"Come sit." The way he says it makes it clear it’s not a request, not really. More of a demand. And here’s the thing; you’re so damn weak for this man that you’ll do exactly as he asks, without question.

You cross to him, obedient even in spite of your backtalk. He doesn’t say a word as he pulls you onto his lap, forces you to straddle his thigh. It doesn’t count as force if you do it willingly, but still.

Big, rough hands hold you in place, but his touch is gentle.

“Gonna lie to me again?” He’s holding you, but not keeping you still, instead making you rock back and forth on the rough fabric of his jeans. Bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

You can’t even argue, not really, because the friction you’re getting just from rubbing yourself against him is delicious. So you shake your head. Another mistake; his hands tighten on your waist, stopping your movements. You whimper pathetically, because frankly you were starting to enjoy yourself, soaking your panties and leaving a damp patch on his jeans.

“Words.”

You’ve brought this on yourself, but it’s entirely his fault. He’s too demanding, too dominant, even without meaning to be.

“No, I’m not going to lie to you again.” You pout as you say it, but he rewards you by relaxing his grip, letting you resume your rubbing against him.

“Good girl.” One hand leaves your waist, slides down your thigh, up under your skirt to slip into your panties. They’re thin and lacy and entirely soaked, just from sitting like this, and he knows it.

He teases his fingers around you, his entire palm covering your sex, thumb and index finger teasing at your clit until you whimper, biting your lip to try and keep silent. Fixing you with that dark gaze, he slides his middle finger inside you, then his ring finger, curling them.

You can see how hard he is, slide your hand down his chest to stroke the bulge in his jeans, go to pop the button, but he catches your wrist with his free hand, not stopping his stroking of your soaked cunt.

“You’re not getting what you want. Not until you admit you want it.”

Fucker. You hate how he’s always so damn controlled, even with his gaze blown wide with lust, with his cock aching. You also know you’re going to give him exactly what he wants to hear, half because it’s true, and half because those thick fingers buried to the knuckle inside you are driving you fucking insane.

“You already know I do.” You admit it, a little put out by being made to verbalise what he should already know. Why else would you wear such a scandalously short outfit?

He doesn’t stop rubbing at your clit, palm open as he keeps working his fingers inside you, uncaring that you’re soaking him, dripping down his fingers and onto his jeans.

“Now try that again. Nicely this time. Use your words.” Honestly you’re taking all of the patience he has, but he’s not giving in that easily. He can’t help but be this way with you. You’re such a goddamn brat.

“Fine. I wanted your attention.” You wriggle on his fingers, lips parted in a soft moan. “Wanted to see how long it would take you to want me.”

Joel sighs, amused. “About two seconds after you walked in.”

He slides his fingers out of you, cups your soaked pussy in his palm for a moment before he lets you unzip his jeans, wrap your hand around his thick, hard cock and free him.

“C’mon then, baby. Come take what you want.”

He helps lift you, lower you down onto his considerable size. You exhale softly as you slide down his length, rocking your hips until you’re fully seated on him.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” One hand settles on your waist, holding you steady. The other slides up your shirt, gently squeezing your breast, teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Mmhmm.” You can’t actually answer him, already overstimulated from his fingers, his touch, the feeling of being so full of him.

He lets you take charge, lifting yourself up and dropping back down onto him, riding him while he bucks up against you almost lazily, one rough hand playing with your tits until he slides his hand round to your back, drags you into a deep, hungry kiss, muffling the sounds you make as you fall apart, cunt fluttering and tightening around him.

He holds you then, holds you in place as he bucks up into you, hard and fast, kisses muffling your screams as he pulls you down onto him, holding you so still you can’t move as he grinds into you, filling you with hot, thick ropes of his spend.

He holds you close, still grinding into you, keeping you right where you are, lets you catch your breath before he shakes his head, touches the fabric of your too-short skirt.

“Don’t let me catch you wearing this outside. Only I get to look at you like this.”

You manage a soft giggle, press a kiss to his mouth.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[dorkydegeneracy]

Random Buddie Thoughts

1. Tim, when am I gonna get my Buddie Beach moment? It would be poetic! We all know why.

2. Millions of fellow Buddie fans have already said this, and I have held my tongue because I know it does not need to be repeated. However, my restraint has expired, so I must unburden my heart: seven years of subtext and main text is a slow burn of epic proportions. Nobody wants them to get together in 15 minutes, but truly it's about damn time!

3. I am the most excited to see all of our incredibly introspective and entirely logical theories vaporize once the show starts to air. Exhibit 1: Eddie's left hand. While I would be on board with there being something awry with the hand, some of these theories seem just too good to be true.

There is no way Eddie punched Tommy. Mostly because Tommy isn't important enough to be in the AU timeline. If we are correct about the sliding doors theory (which if Tim is not doing this, then we are even more clownish than I thought, and that's extreme clown town 🤡) it has to revolve around Eddie. Tommy holds little significance in Eddie's life. And there are no signs of LFJ (although honestly with his history, I would have taken away all of his devices). Sorry.

I just also cannot imagine him punching Gerrard. That, like the Tommy theory is just wishful thinking.

The new AU tattoo idea is cool, but I just don't know what the new tattoo would be, which. . . I know we are not supposed to be able to discern that there is a secret tattoo, let alone determine what the tattoo is. . . but my brain hurts even trying to come up with something. That's what you lovely mutuals are for!

Last, but not least is the group of things that could easily be removed, like a wedding band, or a cast maybe. I actually find this the most plausible, but he could just take the ring off to film the vid, so. . . .

At best, he fucked up his arm because he was distracted in some capacity while at work. I don't think it's that serious.

I also think it's more likely that Ryan just awkwardly stands like that? If they were truly trying to hide something I think they would just do shots chest up, with his arm entirely out of frame.

I just know everyone in the cast and crew is cackling at us coming up with some of our bat shit ideas. Whether they are actually reading it, or just imagining us sink further into insanity.

That's it! For now. . . .

[raguna-blade]

having had my day devoured by the newest hbomberguy vid (been a short day, it happens) i think the thing most impressive going on here vid wise is the degree of build up that goes on here.

like yes, fuck james sommerton, it's real hard to imagine that you accidentally duped shit that many times for that long, but we get it, fuck him and the other guys.

no what i found real interesting is the way the whole essay was constructed really really did spend an almost excessive amount of time building up the foundation of how the youtube plagiarism and such goes on, coming from pretty basic baby shit that none the less required a bit of effort to do (the game reviewer dude) to a more complicated but still effort requiring bit with illuminaughti and the cinemassacre stuff, to even MORE effort being required (until you found it admittedly) with the internet historian who, at the very least, seemed to be just the one time unless I glitched out and missed other stuff.

Like way back with the game review he goes ok but this is actually a really transparent attempt at dealing with the fallout of being caught doing this, it's just actually a bad misdirect but because it is we can see how this actually works so when we see more experienced and better people do it, it'll be easier to see.

And that was true, like it came up frequently throughout the video.

But this was a tremendous amount of careful, pretty considered build up going on here, and you would expect, especially given the length of the video and the section focusing on him, that what you were going to get when we got the Sommerton, was some REAL bullshit, like some grade A "Damn I hate to see it but fuck if they didn't plagiarise but good and here's how and what"

That'd be the thrust right? That's generally how you build up the stakes, the final point is usually where it's going to be the most complicated and detailed, where you'd need the level of build up and experience established (such as you can in a video, even a long 2 hour set up being what it is) so that you can see all the techniques and tricks and shit and it's just....

Holy Fuck. I'm not gonna make light of how he got away with what he did, because lord knows i would have fell for it trivially (even with vids that DO actually give bibliographies i don't usually do the reading I just kinda trust that it's fine. It's something to work on I suppose especially in light of this) but the absolute level of laziness here is something fucking WILD to see on display.

Like i'm stealing the last bit from @cryptotheism post here

But genuinely how the actual FUCK do you read that much, or hell even just SCAN that much for a given subject and not have even a mental shorthand of how you wanna phrase the same information? Like not even a condensed version of their points? Just straight up word for word stealing? AND YOU INTERLACE THEM WITH OTHER AUTHORS AT POINTS?

Like this is damn near cartoon levels of sloth going on here. You are working so hard to work so little that you're working harder than it would take for you to actually just do something original at that point. like it's not even the whole goddamn thing in a lot of places, it's parts! You had to understand at LEAST the individual points made there, and understand that they connected to some degree to the other related points, select JUST THOSE RELEVANT BITS, and shove them into the essay but you don't...You don't even change them up enough that a quickie google search would have at least some trouble to find them?

This gets away from the point i was initially going with, i'm kinda doing this off the top of my head fresh off the vid and winding down, but it's wild that for all that he set up in the first half of the vid a bevy of techniques, ways around things to not immediately ding bullshit, how to play off if you DO get caught, and all that and it damn near turns out you didn't fucking need it because dude was basically getting by and raw...whats' the word i'm looking for here. Arrogance? Absolute But Unearned Self Confidence (pretty sure that's arrogance) for what looks like it was damn near fucking amateur hour for how well he actually hid what he was pulling from.

An excellent video, and the breakdown is definitely more complicated than that for all that I feel like i'm underselling it but it's like i was built up ready and trained, primed to see bullshit everywhere, and then i see a series of spike pits with signs in front of them saying where they are but even though it's obvious it's SO MUCH you start second guessing yourself at a point.

[emmyrosee]

after reading ur fic of that one tiktok inspired vid where atsumu’s daughter throws a tantrum, i came across another tiktok video where i feel like this would be atsumu: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8FD5Mk2/

HAHAHSJSJSOSJSO HE WOULD-

Atsumu takes your food all the time and I will die on this hill. He knows you’ll forgive him after you throw your little tantrum, cradling you and mumbling soft little “sorry’s” into your head and planting the most sweet kisses on the crown of your head.

You rant and pout and scold but none of it brings back the damned snacks he ate, and he’s got this absolute sick grin on his cheeks because he knows that, and to be fair, it’s your fault- your snacks are good, he can’t help that you buy the good stuff!

“You don’t even regret any of it, do you?” You grumble. “Always gotta take what’s mine and ruin it. You’re not even supposed to eat snacks, you’re an athlete on Sakusa Kiyoomi’s team, there’s no way he’s letting you eat that stuff. You just took it because you know it was mine.”

“I promise you, baby, I didn’t know.”

“And I promise that I’m gonna light your clothes on fire.”

He kisses your temple and holds you closer and tighter so you don’t smack him for what he’s about to say:

“Maybe you should start puttin’ your name on your snacks then.”

“YOU KNOW WHAT-“

[nomsfaultau]

Daily ask №23!

Random/cursed edition!

What if I were to try and tell Fault!Wilbur where babies come from?

So. Phil has said that Tubbo's problem is not having blood in that one famous shitpost which got me into Fault in the first place. So. What if they did have blood though? Like what if some of the wax cells were filled with blood? Just spontaneously. For blood-letting purposes, yk.

I think I saw you mention somewhere that Fault!Tubbo either has or could potentially have memories from different alternative versions of themselves. Explain please?? Also does that mean that they potentially have memories from my personal au where most of my ocs and headcanons live? Btw my first reaction at that thought was "AAHH FUCK NONONONONO BITCH CHEESUS CRUST". It's not that bad though I promise I'd just be embarrassed either way.

What if. What if the Fault crew + the scp researchers got spontaneously teleported into a gacha reaction videos where they had to react to your shitposts, animations and drawings. Also throw a couple of 2018 style gacha vids in there for good measure. (While writing this I checked the lyrics of Devils don't fly and realised that it's actually a pretty serious song. Which like- damn.)

What role would the Fault crew characters get in the soldier poet king test? I do love that test a little too much maybe- here's the link to the quiz! https://uquiz.com/quiz/MYLbZ3/are-you-a-soldier-a-poet-or-a-king

This one has heavy spoilers!

1. Probably depends on how you do it, but I think he’d just take basic notes on sex-ed. Doesn’t have much puritan context of taboo or embarrassment on the subject. Fairly indifferent on the whole sex thing because he doesn’t think it’ll ever come up in his lifestyle of avoiding humans and knowing only 4 people. Probably a little irritated that its theories were so wildly off base, grumble a bit about how its own ideas about making Faustian bargains with dark entities and trading organ: [womb] for power make far more sense but whatever. He thinks pregnancy is stupid because how are you supposed to run like that? And your food is SIPHONED off by the fetus? Why can’t they get their own? And at the end you get a human. Terrible process all around. 3/10 Tommy has less ammunition to tease it now and that’s IT. 

2. Probably smell bad. Maybe they could do things like blush? Mosquitoes would go crazy for them. If this is ��a previously weren’t a blood fruit gusher’ situation, Tubbo would be freaking out about 1. Who the muffin’s blood is this and 2. Starving 2 death babyy. Cause they really need that honey to operate. A bunch of baby larva are going to die even if all the workers can go into overdrive to feed the Hive. I think it would be very funny if Tubbo tried to break into a blood bank to donate it all. Shhh don’t worry about where this blood came from. Or what happened to the security cameras. It’s for a good cause trust trust. 

3.Heavy spoilers. The plan was that Tubbo and Wilbur get dunked through the near apocalypse via dissolving of the narrative due to SOMEONE being so depressed it fails to keep the void in check/potentially interpretable as being suicidal, thus exposing the two to pure void madness and realizing everything is a story. Which would entail having some familiarity/confusion about the source material of the dsmp, some vlogs, etc. but not necessarily AUs. But then SOMEONE turned out to be an abusive ass, and that plot point got very icky to me. I’ve been debating it for months, but realized I’m sexy and do what I want so am going to limit it to pure awareness of being a story, but not necessarily a fanfic. Still has the existential crisis of it and the philosophical implications that are going to so beautifully deal with themes of attachments, the purpose of narratives, and parallel whatever the hell trauma Tommy is dealing with during that section. But won’t actually deal with having any true awareness of stuff outside of Fault. Except maybe for realizing “Lawrence killed our muffining husband?!” because that scene was funny as hell to write. I dunno plans change. I’ve tried not to let outside events change my artistic vision, but it’s inevitable. 

4.Oh goodness they absolutely despise me for all the jokes about the horrors they’re going through. Probably think they’re being drawn ‘cute’ given they’re probably a lot freakier looking irl, and slightly distressed about being chibis. I think most would even consider it ‘out of character’ given their self perceptions don’t tend to be the most accurate. Current Wilbur is hissing and vehement about being constantly called an it because his character development is very far off from when that happens. Philza is a little disappointed that his bloodthirsty moments gets so much emphasis since he’s so chill 97% of the time. Tommy is absolutely chuffed to bits to realize he’s the main character, though trying to do damage control cause haha I’m fine guys this crazy internet person just made me seem edgy and depressed. 

Webb is going to strangle me for the Philza/Webb post tho. And the haha poor alcoholic divorcee doormat jokes. Dr. Blake assumes the blog is an anomaly and starts trying to torture it…?

5. I took the quiz sitting in the heads of all of them. 

Tommy: The Poet. “So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me, till then my windows ache.” “The one who hurt you haunts you. In your nightmares, they say I am disappointed in you” literally happens in Fault. With Philza. “What is a sin? Inevitable” is pretty much something he tells Tubbo word for word. “What is hell anyway? Barren” "how can you love me with all that I've done ?"

The Blade: The Soldier. “if you were to wear a crown it would be covered in blood. The one of the guilty.” “The sword is at your side. It bore your name long before you did.” is rather literal both for his name and The Blood God. “but how can I sleep with the world in my head?" “What is hell anyway? Doubt”

Wilbur: The King. “Despite all your attempts, you have never been a healer. You hurt people and they leave and you are alone in a room full of silence. You sing to try and forget, but it does not work” everything about this. Trying to heal but being made of destruction, his fears of devouring his family, singing, memory loss, everything everything it’s so Wilbur. "come and be human with me" “The one who hurt you haunts you. In your nightmares, they say I love you." <literally Phil’s last words when Wilbur killed him in the Whumptober au. "but how can I sleep with the world in my head?" why it has insomnia.

Philza: The Poet. “There are rules. How many? One, and you will follow it.” For his Collected. “Fear: You did your best and it wasn't enough. You tried and failed and kept trying and it wasn't enough. You had the power to change things and it wasn't enough.” For all his dead children. "you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist" it's him reaching out. I love the reverse imagery with Phil, a god worshiping his mortals “anger is a strength in a world of apathy.” He feels no shame or burden for his anger, knowing well the good it can do. “Who taught you about guilt? The silence” 

Tubbo: The King. Absolutely perfect as a foil to The Blade btw. “What is duty? Undeniable” “The throne looks golden, and covered in flowers” “Fear: You did your best and it wasn't enough. You tried and failed and kept trying and it wasn't enough.” Saving people from Philza. “The one who hurt you haunts you. In your nightmares, they say I forgive you” Rosaliiiiiind. “Who taught you about guilt? God”

[spamgyu]

Hi bestieeeeee it’s me 🧚🏻‍♀️

https://www.tumblr.com/snallavanta/743404934694928384/seventeen-asks

I really want to see your answers!!!

Hiii omg .... a whole quiz lkdfjlsdkf alright i'm excited let's do this lololol

who’s your current bias?

Love of my life, the light of my world, the king of my heart, my husband of 30 years, Kim Mingyu ♡

who was your first bias?

.....S.Coups..... (baby I'm so sorry)

does your bias change often? and if so, how often does it change & what causes it to change?

Every day actually lmfao..... I'm a simple girl ☝🏼😌 One giggle or one stupid joke or one concert vid or one word said during gose.... and I change. It's not homie hopping if the homies be hopping ✊🏼😌

who was the first member you noticed?

S.Coups .... that clap fancam... yall know which one

what’s the first song you listened to?

Clap ✊🏼😔 (against my will too..)

what’s the first music video you watched?

Clap LMFAO the way i brainrotted so bad for 2 weeks straight.....

what got you into seventeen?

MFSMKF CLAP SEUNGCHEOL FANCAM damn i....

when did you get into seventeen?

2017

how did you find out about seventeen?

Got7 never shutting THE FUCK UP about Seventeen...... every five seconds Yugyeom and Bambam would be like "Anyways so SEVENTEEN 🥰🤭" like damn shawdy I wanna hear about YOUR 🫵🏼 comeback

are there any svt albums you own?

Yerrrr! Attaca, FML, Face the Sun, Going Seventeen, Teen Age, Seventeenth Heaven

are there any svt merch/ memorabilia you own?

LMFLWKFR no 🤞🏼😔 I... fake fan lmfao does the light stick count aha 🫥

have you been to a svt concert?

NO AND THE ONE TIME I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO I SOLD MY FLOOR TICKETS SO I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ACTUALLY AND I HAD ANOTHER CHANCE BUT I THOUGHT I WAS TOO GOOD FOR KPOP AND PASSED UP TICKETS SO YEAH I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ........ does kcon count tho... I...... saw them there.... lol

what’s your favourite merch that was released?

ngl i dont look at merch... i..... dont really like company released merch bc they don't do it for me omfg fake fan im so sorry.... does light stick count???

what’s your favourite song from love&letter?

My babygirl..... my second love..... Space 🤞🏼😔

what’s your favourite song from an ode?

Network Love and HIT (purely bc i have a really funny story about the song involving me getting in an accident lmfaoooo) ...and back it up bc im a hhu whore.....

what’s your favourite song from teen, age?

Flower and Bring It (this shit did something to me .... i..... i'm actually getting war flashbacks.)

what’s your favourite song from attacca?

The whole album. I'm an attaca girlie. That album is everything to me

what’s your favourite song from face the sun?

Don Quixote... specifically for Wonwoo's "Say my name" and Mingyu's chest part when he sings "duryeon geon"... aw hell And Hot bc of a stupid tattoo I got related to it LMFAOOOO (i do things for the plot not the meaning don't kill me)

what’s your favourite song from sector 17?

Cheers 🤞🏼😔 All my circles girlies don't come for me but i .... can't do songs that make me cry i'm already a sad person without music i don't need to cry over that song im sorry i avoid emotions like a plague lmfao

what’s your favourite song from always yours?

Ima hehe CALL CALL CALL purely for Seungcheol's Moshi seka-seka-seka-seka-seka-seka-seka

what’s your favourite song from seventeenth heaven?

Headliner and Monster bc im a hhu whore sorry

what’s your favourite album/ ep?

I have two .... Attaca and her hot younger sister FML

which song do you think needs a music video?

Don Quixote .... bc listen............. warrior concept with lip and nose cuts and disheveled looks aw heeelllll or Diamond Life with the same concept like Story of My Life by 1D where it's a mix of them now and debut era ... LIKE LISTENNNNN IT WOULD HAVE ME DYINGGGG anyways

what song(s) sound better live?

I wouldnt know aha 🫥

what’s a song you think should’ve been a single?

Don Quixote ☝🏼😔

what’s the most underrated song?

Diamond Days but i dont think it's underrated... just want her to have same love as Headliner lol

which is your favourite single?

HOT purely bc I have a tattoo related to it HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (it's not an obvious correlation btw it's just an inside joke....)

what’s your favourite era?

Face The Sun bc of personal memories during that era. 🤞🏼😌 Like I think back to it and I just remember my life during that time and yeah it was gr8 lol

which’s your favourite live performance?

Rock with You Band Version And Cheers @ LA3C

what’s your favourite music video?

Holiday bc it's just guys being dudes. And idk that makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.... Ima also gives me that feeling but not in the guys just being dudes type of way.

what’s your favourite outfit worn by your bias?

BASING THIS OFF HIS PERSONAL STYLE and not styled shoots bc I can go on and on for styled shoots.

this look is everything to me i think i made this my personality trait for 5 months.....

what’s your favourite outfit as a group?

bc i am a lusty bitch..... their outfit when they perform Hot during Follow Tour.

what’s your favourite sub-group?

leader line.... they just do something for me and my ..... mental illness....

do you have a favourite photocard?

the iconic hoshi wiping his tear from face the sun.... the way i would never spend money on it but hoshi when i catch you hoshi......

who’s your favourite duo/ trio?

Seventeen's version of Katara and Zuko... The whoreline.... water and fire... backburner!roommate line.... my baby boys.... Minghao and Mingyu

what’s your favourite hairstyle of your bias?

I'm so far up his ass he can be Mr. Clean and I won't care.

which is the best era for hair?

FML.... LET'S BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL IF ANYONE TRIES TO FIGHT ME

what’s your favourite tour era?

I'm a jealous ass bitch and I never went so I don't like to think about it Jk Be The Sun

what’s your favourite lyric?

Kidult bc I'm a loser bitch who is still trying to heal her inner child

what’s your favourite fan chant?

the only fanchant i can do bc i brain rotted it when i was a new fan.. clap....

what’s your favourite unreleased song?

LMFAO DONT LAUGH but No Flex Zone....... that shit did something to me...... (like i know its on soundcloud BUT U KNO WHAT I MEAN) And Un Haeng Il Chi .... for the same reason

what’s your comfort song?

To You because it gives me the same warm fuzzy feeling as History by One Direction.... Like guys.... listen... That shit always makes me cry when they use it for edits of SVT growing up throughout the years.

what’s a song you can’t listen to without having a breakdown?

Circles and Yawn which is why I avoid it sorry I don't like feeling things &lt;3

what’s your favourite member symbol/ mascot?

Jeonghan's because his should have been a gremlin so when I see it, I laugh

what’s your favourite going seventeen episode?

UGH I narrowed it down to two.... GOSE: Talk Get-Together (bc of the outfits and their dedication to the water soju bit...... and just the stupidity throughout.... and the iconic Hoshi ready to talk shit..... and Jungwoo getting Jun's way of talking down...) GOSE: Company Dinner for EveryWON (i love watching them bring FULL CHAOS just for a drinking game and to not work .... like same babes)

what’s your favourite dance choreography?

24 HR ... that choreo is so big brained omg

what’s your favourite solo song?

ALL i love seeing them work on their music preference outside of group/unit songs. Like wow, yes let me into more of who you are outside of SVT

what’s your favourite cover?

Hurt Road - DAY6 cover by Hoshi .... vocals.... his simple outfit in the video...... wow ......

what’s your favourite song from the performance team?

come on.... everyone knows my answer.... we all know it.... IDUBILU

what’s your favourite song from the vocal team?

GIRL... all of them..... I'm not picking which child is my favorite. (BUT IF I HAD TO.... Imperfect Love baby ur my favorite child u are my baby girl and i will kiss u on the forehead)

what’s your favourite song from the hiphop team?

im a hhu whore so all of them more specifically for the laughs and the cringe Ah Yeah LMFAOOOOOOO

a member from the performance team you feel is underrated

not answering this bc no

a member from the vocal team you feel is underrated

not answering this bc no

a member from the hiphop team you feel is underrated

not answering this bc no

if you were a part of seventeen, which sub-unit do you want to be a part of & why?

hhu bc im trying to see something...... jk the music i listen to outside of kpop is hiphop/r&b

a member you want to be best friends with

Mingyu and Minghao Trying to be a throupl–(gunshot) No I'm kidding, kinda.... but my personality is v similar to what they project out and just .... shared interests... and astrological sign reasons

a member you feel should release more solo music

ALL. I want to see who they are outside of svt. Music video and all. I love seeing their music tastes and interests.

a member you would easily get along with

Mingyu and not bc I'm up his ass but for actual personality reasons and shared interests lol

what’s your favourite collab?

Lotto – Vernon and Don Mills

what’s a song you wish to hear live?

not just hear but see.... Fire........ It's not even a wish.... It's a NEED

what’s your favourite seventeen interview?

LKSDJFLSDK the iconic chaotic interview with FO Squad. That shit had me so stressed

what language do you prefer svt songs in?

any idc lol

who do you think would give the best hugs?

Dokyeom because he would be so soothing and rub/pat your back and he is a weighted blanket personified.

who do you think would smell the best?

I looked up who's got what perfume and it would be Mingyu mostly bc we have two of the same perfumes

who has the most contagious laugh?

Mingyu............. listen That elmo laugh... like when he laughs and he pushes out two loud HAHA's before laughing more.... that shit has me laughing at the stupidest shit... like baby it wasn't even that funny....

who’s the funniest member?

Vernon. Delivery is always so good. Straight face. Top tier comedy. He's so serious about his jokes too.

have you read any books recommended by any member(s)?

no <3

what’s your favourite thing about seventeen?

that they're all genuinely so supportive and love each other. like they know that they're the only ones who know each other's struggles bc they went through it all together. they know each other so well, and they move as a unit. like just the part in nana tour where they ordered all the same coffee bc they're like "after years of being together it's better to never complicate things" and it's just a friend group doing what they love and they consider everyone's feelings and interests. like that is so crazy how they value each other so much or the fact that honorifics aren't a big deal to them bc "we're family we're all equal" like bro that is so ..... wow am i crying... bye the list could go on and on

share the svt photos that bring you comfort

bonus:

share an svt video that brings you comfort

I HAVE SO MANY All of In The Soop (especially when Dino and Seungkwan were talking and then the next day Dino was all so smol and goes "Circuit mwoya hyung?" BYE and ITS2 Seungkwan and Joshua... aw hell) All of Nana Tour Mingyu joining Jun's Weibo lives ANY AND ALL CLIPS of Hoshi being a proud mother of PFU Scoups and Mingyu being absolute chaotic siblings literally anything that shows how much they all just love each other

[alephzdraws]

Yes, this is exactly what you think this is.

I drew Silver as Jay Kay in Virtual Insanity doing the funny pose because...I don't know, I just thought it was funny at the time. That time being last month. I kinda got inspired by one vid with the song being sung by Silver (Damn, AI is insane I tell you).

I just sketched Silver and went "ah, now I have to finish the thing" and then I went to finish the thing. Yeah, the meme itself is pretty dead by now, but for me, some memes are just eternally good. I do sorta suck at backgrounds at the moment though, so being honest, I did trace over most of the original music video with a ruler tool (although it isn't 1:1). I did put effort into fixing it up for the drawing. I also learnt a thing or two about perspective by doing it like that, so that's helpful.

So, enjoy this image I suppose.

[kpopscruggles]

hi 😘😘🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 here to drop you another gay story but this time a continuation of one of the prompts i sent you with heeseung my one and only boyfriend (mind you my bias list: sunghoon, jake, sungchan, kyungjun, and jeno) REMEMBER GIRL IM NOT A WRITER AND I HAVENT PROOF READ THIS 😭😭😭

its been months since yn and heeseung's shenanigans (an elaborate plan by hee's friends to confess to his crush since first year turned into hee finding out everyone wants to fuck his crush and him turning possessive over him to beomgyu one of his bsfs convincing yn that hee only wants to fuck him to win the game turned into basically that shes all that film synopsis. BUT in the end all is well as they got tgt!)

heeseung has been glowing ever since (prolly because of the cum he got sucking yn's dick but dont tell anyone that). Come on its THE YN: pretty, smart, caring, a fucking monster in bed-

"we get it heeseung you got yn wrapper around your fingers, you spoil him and vice versa and you both are in a loving relationship" jake said shutting heeseung up "God why did we even set them up together hes double annoying" Sunghoon replied

"Oh come on you guys havent heard Y/n say shit about Heeseung, they arent even together and he's acting like him and Heeseung are married and have 3 children and he wants another" Jungwon replied "He even sends me pictures of Heeseung and the second i compliment heeseung he threatens to destroy me and my ancestors" As Jungwon rolled his eyes Sunghoon acted offended

"Damn babe why are you flirting with him when you have me?" Sunghoon says with puppy eyes while flexing his arms

"Jungwon Out. Yn o- Oh surprising yn is not here. Well good, No distractions its almost finals and all of you are fucking twinks instead of practicing" Their coach said.

Heeseung is annoyed by the new coach's attitude like heeseung didn't aced the game by tasting Yn before and after each game. He needs YN and all the coach want is to exert his body until he gets too tired to even talk to YN

"Babe!" Yn says softly to a tired and pissed off Heeseung

"Car. Now." Heeseung said after hugging Yn and carressing his ass

Heeseung undressed himself and let YN do whatever he wants but he got too impatient and just pushed YN in the back of the car and fucked him doggy style.

Heeseung went through his phone as he continued fucking Yn. "Hey Babe Jay snapped me a vid of him fucking Sunoo" Heeseung said "Oh wow Sunoo got every Gay Man's dream get fucked by a hot rich guy" Hee just deepened his thrusts "And what's that supposed to mean?" Yn just stayed silent

"Should we send him a backshot of y-" "Heeseung. Do you Love me?" Yn asked which made Heeseung surprised "Of course babe! Yn what made you th-" "I feel like youre just using me for my body, Do you want me or you do you just want to fu-" Heeseung shutted him up with a kiss

"I love you. Im obsessed with you. Everything about you YN if theres anything thst I could do to convince you I will do it. Heeseung said while kissing every part of yn's face

"Can we stop fucking or just stop cumming for like a week? I'm just tired yk" Yn said "Ok!" Heeseung said "I Love you" Yn said kissing him. But only for a minute because "Babe I swear its just precum"

After cleaning the mess heeseung made and dressing his boyfriend with his clothes they went on numerous places that yn wanted to go that day. But it is really hard for Heeseung to contain himself especially with his boyfriend wearing clothes 2x the size of him and him having to hold down his shorts

"Babe you can like stop it with holding my waist"

"But youre gonna flash everyone if I let you go ☹️ I want it for myself"

"Heeseung you dont have to hold it like youre my belt though"

"No" Heeseung pecks Yn's lip as they continued their date

*awkward timeskip cause girl i cant write and youre prolly not horny anymore*

"Babe, are you sure nothing is bothering you"

"YES. Yes. yes." Yn just said sternly. Heeseung knew that all he needed was a hug so a hug he gave "Goodnight babe, I love you" He said without failing this kiss him.

Its 12mn and yn is frustrated. emotionally and sexually. and heeseung with his arms raised while sleeping making his happy trail visible from the shirt hes wearing is not helping with his frustration.

Yn just looked at heeseung intently savoring every feature heeseung has. From his cute eyes, his attractive nose, his pursing lips, his arms, the visible clothed chest, the peeking stomach, and his big bulge on his sweatpants. "Fuck It"

Heeseung woke up with a heavy weight on his lap. "Yn? Ugh fuck" As he become more conscious he realized whats going on. yn has been grinding on his bulge for god knows how long. And with his dick feeling wet hes sure he came more than once unconciously.

"Yn? Hey Yn? Yn youre crying whats wrong" Heeseung said moving his lap so that he could cuddle yn "Its just its been a rough week; my parents are annoying, my friends keep flaking on me, uni is shit, and i heard people saying you just use me cause im the only hole willing to fuck you" He says the last part softly wishing Heeseung didnt heard it. "Babe, istg who are they"

"NO. No. Dont bother ugh its just my insecurities going up again" Yn says. Heeseung smirks knowing just the thing to get it off his mind.

"Use me" "What?" "Yn. Use Me. I'm Yours Anyways" Heeseung stated sternly. Yn stuttered before he kisses Heeseung and push on the headboard.

Yn kissed every part of heeseung: his arms, his fingers, his chest, his abs, and of course his bulge. Yn knew Heeseung was not at fault but whats a little teasing gonna do?

"Ugh Yn yeah just like that" Heeseung kept moaning with every thrust yn does to his bulge. He continued grinding on his cock until Heeseung looks visibly tired. "Yn damn haha the exercise im putting you on probably built up your stamina huh" Yn knew he had to satisfy him so he went down and freed Heeseung's dick from his boxers. It didnt took long until Heeseung released himself inside Yn.

Yn laid on top of Heeseung. With him being very small it was not hard for Heeseung to envelope himself on yn's body. Heeseung kisses his forehead "I love you". "I love you too babe" Yn replied.

"Damn Babe my covers were SOAKING how many times did we cum"

"Well you came unconciously three times and when you were concious four"

"YN? Damn babe, And you say im the horndog?"

"Shh"

"Come kiss my dick then babe im sure its bruised with all that you did"

Yn went down to his bulge and unclothed heeseung's dick but

"The one week no cum challenge starts today" He kisses heeseung's cheek while holding hee's dick teasingly.

YOUR GETTING ME EXCITED FOR YOUR ASKS CAUSE THIS SHIT WAS FUCKING FINGER LICKING SCRUMPTIOUS!!!

The way heeseung would accept this challenge but is definitely struggling and begging after the second day because he loves having you in any way shape or form!!! Okay but you guys having one class together and the whole time he has your hand against his cock “baby I’m so hard~ please don’t leave me like this I’m begging you~” he’ll give all pouty and big puppy eyes “I can make you cum~ you can fill my throat baby~ please please~”

[sugarpearsao3]

ZoSan AU with Pornstar!Sanji and normie!Zoro

Where Sanji is a popular pornstar and /very/ good at his job. He does both gay and straight vids and his fans love him bcuz he gets dommed by women and can be versatile for gay films.

But, everyone is shocked to find out he actually has a boyfriend

Sanji is doing an IG live one day when he read one of the comments. ""Hm? Do I have a lover?" he'd spin in his gamer chair and grin. "Yeah, I do have one actually!"

And people are distraught. There are different reactions to that statement.

User12399283120: What a slut. Don't you feel bad for your boyfriend whoring yourself like his?

sanjiismybabygirl69: You're not supposed to have a bf. u belong to the audience

idkyimhere123: Whoa I wish I was your boyfriend

It turns out Sanji's bf wasn't even a porn actor. He was just a regular guy.

Sanji never showed a picture or reveal his bf's face, but one day on one of the days Sanji was streaming on Tw*tch, his followers got a video clip.

The camera was angled really low, just enough to accommodate Sanji's gaming face, but suddenly a large man passed by behind him. His head wasn't seen.

kinky_cook: holy fuck who's that

sanjiswhippedcream: WAS THAT WHO I THINK IT WAS!?

Sanji didn't even notice that the other man passed by. He was too focused on his game. Until a deep, sensual voice was heard thru the mic.

"Oi, cook, where'd u put my jacket."

The blonde whipped his head around with wide eyes, looking at a man outside the camera frame. "What the fuck mosshead! I said I was streaming! What if they saw you!?"

"Pfft, they didn't see me."

Then, the mystery boyfriend stepped into the frame, the camera only seeing his face's lower half. "What are they talking about?"

The audience could see he was a well-built man. The body of an athlete. A tight black shirt and grey sweatpants.

He began to read the comments.

Iheart9k36: Holy shit it's the boyfriend!

fxkinluvblondes: fuck off, man

ipeggaymen420: hey, boyfriend. aren't u jealous Sanji sleeps with other men for work?

The bf chuckled, exposing his sharp canines, and responded, "Why the fuck would I be jealous?"

He took a large, tanned, hand and held Sanji's jaw, tilting him to look upwards. The blonde only blinked and held onto his bf's wrist loosely.

"By the end of the day it's my bed he sleeps in, fuckers."

Then, Sanji flushed red, an embarrassed and adorable expression that had the followers spamming donations.

"I'm quite proud my baby makes bank."

Then, the bf leaned down and gave Sanji a kiss. The back of his head was against the camera, hiding his face, but everyone saw spiky green hair.

And it was quite... an /intimate/ kiss.

Suddenly Sanji was tapping out by smacking his bf's back. They separated with a wet smack, and the blonde whined, "Ur gonna get me banned!"

But the BF only leaned back flipped off the audience with a grin exposing his sharp canines.

"Stay jealous."

After that, the opinions towards Sanji's boyfriend drastically changed.

Mosshead180: Sanji will ur bf ever feature in ur porn vids

Sanjiluver4ever: Is your boyfriend single bcuz hot damn daddy--[gets shot]

Sanji's response to the new comments was quite interesting.

On the pornstar's exclusive twt account, he uploaded a new photo.

It was a risque photo of him skillfully sucking a huge cock. He was knelt in between two strong thighs, and the photo was clearly taken by the other man.

Caption: this is all you're getting . . . END

I just really liked the thought of Zoro being the kind of guy who felt really secure about his relationship with Sanji. Like, he ain't afraid or anything like that he's pretty chill bcuz he knows their relationship, he loves his boyfriend and knows Sanji loves him.

Anyways if you go to Sanji's onlyfans you'll see really intimate videos of him riding Zoro's cock

[icedmetaltea]

dude pmdd hit me seemingly MIDWAY THROUGH YESTERDAY ALL AT ONCE I want to fucking scream

I'm bloated and sore and getting mood swings and anxious as hell and depressed as fuck and acne-ridden... had a good long cry yesterday and it helped for a bit but today I'm equally fucked up

and going over each and every convo with the social worker and feeling like I messed up everything and she hates me and wishes I was dead... like I asked if we could do a remote session and she just replied with "sure"

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN does it mean you're incredibly disappointed with me

does it mean “wow kelsey we're going to have zero stuff to talk about so who cares which way we do it”

“cause how are you supposed to get exposure therapy if you're not getting out to the car w/ me idiot”

(texted her again to see if we can just reschedule cause come on there's nothing to talk about till we get replies from the disability lawyer and the paperwork we need for the tuition forgiveness thing and I can actually go outside bc rn I'm an anxious wreck who'd throw up if I even looked at a car)

and I forgot my mom's birthday yesterday on top of everything else, my dad had to text me a little reminder and that was AFTER I sent her a bunch of panicked messages about project 2025 (which thankfully she didn't see and I deleted before she could, but damn, I feel like every time I try to talk about politics with her the world punishes me for it) and I sent her an ecard but it was already like 8pm at that point and though she thanked me I feel like she was disappointed for me to forget- plus I obvs couldn't get her any birthday gift bc I'm broke as fuck

and on top of everything else last night it got really really bad (the birthday thing was the icing on the cake) and I ended up getting the stupid urge to cut again. i was able to control it enough to reach for my bag of rubber bands and use one, it's been like half a year since I've done that and now I feel disappointed in myself, but I couldn't take it anymore and honestly I'll probably do it again today

I'm a disappointment to everyone. To the social worker. To mom and dad. To my sister. To my friends. To everyone. And everyone would be happy if I was gone

and sure I'm sure this is just hormones talking bc last week I had interests, I was smiling, I was watching stupid meme vids and not wanting to blow my brains out but since yesterday it's all I've been able to think about, how fucked the world is, how we're gonna go into a civil and/or revolutionary war and climate change is fucked so I might as well go before I have to suffer too much right?? But then I feel like I should suffer because I deserve to. I'm so pathetic.

Now all my interests are gone. I can't smile. I have no appetite but I'm so goddamned hungry. Any progress I made on fixing my sleep schedule is gone cause I didn't fall asleep till 7am. I doubt I'll be able to go outside today. I doubt I'll be able to do anything today but be curled up in bed wanting to off myself.

I feel like everybody's sick of me and my emotions. What if they think I'm manipulating them?? Then I try to rationalize that like "wow you'd have to be pretty impressive if you somehow accidentally managed to manipulate everyone without even trying to and while being as bad at puzzles and logic games as you are" like I've been taught with therapy time and time again but of course that only works so well when danny's voice is echoing in my head.

The worst part is I never know if it's just PMDD making me feel this way or if it's just pulling away the blinds of distraction and making me see myself and the world for how it is

I'm so tired

[tired-biscuit]

So kiba decides to “accidentally” video tape him and his longtime gf getting steamy one night, and when she finds the video she’s livid but then she gets super turned on and they get it on again while watching the tape🥵 and knowing kibas careless ass the video would probably leak too😭😭

lol I’ve had this drabble idea for a minute idk if it’s too much or not!

oh love, it definitely ain't too much!! thoughts are all under the cut; they're pure chaos tho <3

18+ mdni, fem!reader

i feel like he'd ask if he could record you doing the dirty like as a joke at first (cos he ain't a bastard that would tape you without your consent), but when you'd tell him yes, that you've been together for so long that you suppose you'd be fine with it, he'd be like "wait... hmmmm" and would keep it in the back of his mind for so long you'd literally just forget about it.

however, he wouldn't forget. no way, it's something new and kinky, of course horny™️ kiba wouldn't.

so one day he'd just whip his phone out and would place it as conveniently as he's able across the room. watching the video later, you'd literally be able to see his lil' face focusing so hard; brow furrowed and the bridge of his nose all crinkled up while those fat fingers of his keep hitting the camera as he keeps readjusting it dskfjdklfjdkslfj HE'S SUCH A CLUMSY DORK AHAHAHA

he'd drag you into the bedroom, all eager like a little puppy. fondle you all nicely, kissing you way more than he usually does; taking his time with you all slow and steady which is so not the norm for him. he'd undress you so fucking slow, would run his hands all over your body - warming up your skin with every touch. you'd start asking him what's up and he'd just shush you instead.

he'd literally slam the living fuck out of you in that same steady pace. like, he'd make you pull all these adorably flustered faces while pounding into you from behind, making sure you'd be facing the damn phone even though you'd have no clue about it. he'd drag the sluttiest of moans out of your throat; would put in all the effort he's able. almost like he's making a show out of it, hmm?

also, yeah. he'd definitely jerk it to the vid so many times. just imagining him stroking his dick to a vid of us makes me all sdjkfhdsjlkfklds.... ffs, he'd be so in love.

you'd find it on his phone right in the middle of his gallery, unlocked and everything (careless bastard, of course) whilst searching for an actually decent pic (by decent i mean that it isn't completely blurry for once, yay) that he took of you a few weeks back and that you wanted to post on instagram. instead, you find your fine ass getting slammed by your oh, so lovely bf in 4K.

literally, he's obliterating your pussy. just watching yourself being so thoroughly ravaged by a beast like him is enough to make you hot all over.

and when you confront him about it after he's done with his shower, a frying pan in your hand because you're so fucking ready to kill him, he just gives you the stupidest look, like, "what...? i asked if you'd be cool with it a while back, didn't i?"

you're pointing the pan at him, ready to swing and losing your shit, "IDIOT, YOU HAVE TO ASK WHEN YOU PLAN TO RECORD, I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE ACTUALLY BEING SERIOUS!"

he's a moron, he really is. you argue for a bit but with the passing minutes and the evident confusion that just won't leave his face, you realize that he actually meant no harm with it. his innocent stupidity becomes funny as you sort it out. he apologizes, of course and you watch the video while trying not to hide your face into his t-shirt from sheer and utter embarrassment, even though he's more than happy to show you his favourite parts.

"look, i made you cum so fuckin' good here! i love the noises you make when you cum, baby..." - he knows the damn vid by heart, bless him.

and he really does love the noises. as you sit on his lap, wrapped in his embrace and with your eyes glued to the screen of his phone, you feel him growing hard underneath you. steady and profound. he's just that attracted to you and he really does love you so much. it's almost cute in a way.

but you're still so pissed at him.

so, you pour your frustrations out by sucking the literal soul out of his body. you let him record it all; this time with full knowledge of what you're getting yourself into.

and when you push him onto the bed, making that fat cock of his all snug between your tight walls, you make sure to flip the camera and turn him into the star of the show for a little while, too.

all vain and arrogant, kiba is more than happy to oblige by smiling the prettiest, most dazed grin that grows so fucking big as soon as you start to bounce.

ALSO PLS LMFAOOOOOOO, HE'D DEF LEAK IT COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT; WOULD SEND IT TO THE GROUPCHAT INSTEAD OF A MEME JDSHFJKDSHFJK

YOU'D JUST HEAR A LITTLE "oh, fuck" AND WOULD START GETTING READY TO BEAT HIS ASS WITH THAT FUCKIN PAN, BYE