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writeforfandoms · 6 months

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Gotta love it when you wake up super early for no reason

#from a nightmare too #i still have phantom pain from it #how is this fair #personal

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the-witchhunter · 1 month

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DP x DC Camp

The Batfam force Damian to go to summer camp to socialize with kids his own age and have some normal childhood experiences

That’s all well and good, but normal does not describe his cabin’s councilor, one Daniel “for the love of Ancients call me Danny” Fenton

Between the son of the bat and a Fenton, camp is going to be weird

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snugglebeans3000 · 1 year

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Mayblade day 1: Past

I may not be able to do all the prompts for the month, but I can sure as hell trY to do sOme. I didn’t originally know what to do with this piece, but I knew I wanted it to be a little more somber and dark. I don’t usually draw Kyoya, but it felt fitting for this piece. Kyoya often gets stuck in the past of his lost battles and reflects too harshly on the things he could’ve done better, so now that I think about it, this prompt is pretty fitting for him. If anyone can not tell what the scar if supposed to mean (the big purple one I mean), it’s supposed to be a scar left over from when L-drago friCkin’ cAbObbEd Kyoya. I’m super happy with the coloring on this one. Slowly but surely I am making progress with the field of dIGitaL arT.

#mfb #metal fight beyblade #beyblade #ah #kyoya tategami #mayblade #scars #purple #ignore the hand #I know it looks bad but I’m trying my best #super proud of the lighting again #in my AU Kyoya actually does have a scar in the middle of his stomach from the Ryuga fight #I feel like sometimes he might get phantom pains from it #knowing what happened #and even as the wound heals and starts to smoot over he can still feel it #just some happy hcs ya know

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minty-bunni · 2 years

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AU where Danny develops early arthritis and some chronic pain issues in his left hand as a consequence of the portal accident frying it.

When it flares up, he may have to alter his fighting style a little to make up for it and minimize pain or he may not be in the best of moods or condition. This (and the distraction it may cause) could totally be used as a reason to have Danny get hit by stuff he normally wouldn't. It could even be used for a reveal scenario or to change things up a little in general.

#danny phantom #i have a knee like that from when I danced competitively #let me tell you flare ups and bad days WILL have me walking differently or refusing to use it #id assume it would be the same for a hand #because if it hurts to move or use it why do do #kinda like Geralt's knee in the witcher saga #the books mention it a bit #specifically either when trying to move like he used to ends poorly/in pain/stumbling OR when he has to adjust his style to makeup for it #dude also complains about it a lot #i mean he complains about everything to the point even Dandelion was like stfu but still #point is it is realistic and relatable

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skyburger · 2 months

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im probably never gonna watch the kenobi series but i did just find out there was a qui-gon scene so i went to find that. it was awesome btw i have a soft spot for qui-gon. but then in the recommended i saw it... vader vs. obi-wan in that series and i watched it and

#I HATE STARWARS #!!!!!#cant even put my feelings on anakin and obi-wan into feelings #do not form bonds with people do not make friends or find people you call family!!!! it will only end in PAIN #anyway. apart from that.#i always had (and still have) a soft spot for qui-gon like #i watched the prequels first (do not get on my back about this i was 9 years old at the tops)#and then i didnt watch the OT for?? years??#need to stress i wrote a star wars themed mystery play i acted out on stage with friends and my teacher like #let us use the school stage. and my whole class and my mom and siblings came to watch #I DID THAT WITHOUT EVER HAVING SEEN THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY 😭😭😭#i was in like 5th grade for the record #i played. yoda. i think my costume was wearing a green shirt backwards so you couldnt see the graphic on the front #and a beige bath towel as the robe #I WISH I STILL HAD THE SCRIPT ITS JUST ROTTING ON MY ANCIENT LAPTOPS HARD DRIVE #and in case you were wondering? i also played a character called ''president narwhal'' i dont remember his deal. he had a paper horn #he also had a bath towel robe #anyway all that to say.#i had not seen the original trilogy so baby me's first character death that made me sad #was qui-gon in the phantom menace </3 #i forgot where i was going with this. my tldr of that is that qui-gon was like my fave as a kid for some reason #so seeing him come back even just for a scene made me like YEAHHHHHHHHH

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galliumyttriumreblogaccount · 3 months

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I know I don't post things relevant to being a system here much but

Do you ever play your source game and go '....uh oh I know this part'

#gordon post #playing Half-Life and just #having not actively played the game to get grounded in almost 4 years #3 straight years of recovering from all of the source memories #then still having those moments #playing the game so smoothly then remembering that 'one part' that #induced the phantom pain of a lifetime #i am okay! to clarify #ill be just fine #i knew the moment was coming up as soon as I got close #took a moment to evaluate if i *should* continue #i calmly decided to knowing what was to come #and i am now handling it #but lord #that was something

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drjohanross · 2 years

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A theory:

The monsters in the game have chronic pain. Ross, Akers, Yoshida, Proxies, Fleshers, even the Scavengers have phantom pain.

Ross tries to ignore it by focusing on more important things like killing the WAU.

Akers had chronic pain as a human but structure gel made it worse, and it only got much worse after removing his eyes incident.

Yoshida feels trapped and he is in the process of losing his mind.

Fleshers became desentisized to it.

Proxies scream because they only focus on the pain and it is driving them out of their minds.

#i mean just think of them #they literally have open wounds and shit #let's say that their pain nerves are dead #but they probably still have phantom pain from experiencing hella pain till the nerves died #pain is a weird thing #i have chronic pain even in my dreams sometimes #soma game

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 11 months

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Choose Wisely

It pains me to do this, but it must be done. For scientific reasons, obviously.

Photos and reasonings under the cut

He was smol baby, smol little bean. Couldn’t even jump into a helicopter or follow commands because he was too happy. Gave lots of puppy kisses to the most badass man and got away with it. Then he became a big boi- a ferocious and tough guy with an eyepatch who poses for the camera like a boss. Scary to the enemies, but lovable to everyone else.

A loyal boi. He kept lonely Sole company. He does little tippy-tappy dance when he finds something cool. He protec and he attac, but most importantly he always loves you bac. He doesn’t judge your decisions like everyone else, he loves you unconditionally even if you comp down on a corpse. He luvs playing with teddy bears and he brings you presents. How could you resist?

And then there’s HIM.

A musical boi. He’s been alive for over 20 years. He makes music, and he sings. He somehow plays the guitar. He’s held irl concerts. THOSE EYEBROWS!!!

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cherry-shipping · 1 year

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goddamn i gotta figure out what the hell my horrortale self insert does in the underground. i know everything about their life before that and HOW they get there but i have no idea what the fuck they do once theyre actually DOWN there

also i ran out of tags im saying this here as an addition so you know why they just sorta end abruptly. lol. everyone say thank you to my habit of talking in the tags cause i dont want people to see the shit i say

#cherry chats #i wrote down all their rich lore i dont think i ever posted it and i doubt i ever will #not cause i dont wanna in fact its the opposite but itd basically be a huge trauma dump and theres not a person on earth whod wana hear that #and i also wouldnt wanna subject anyone to that cause its not really their problem lol #not that i mind talking about it or whatever. but still itd put whoever this theoretical person im tellin it to in an uncomfortable position #so eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ bottom line is evil shit hospital -> escapes and is chased up the mountain -> jumps down a big hole lawl #but anyway i have no idea what the fuck they do once theyre down there #i mightve said this already but theyre really resilient towards the conditions down there? theyve never eaten real food and they dont feel #hunger (arfid yo 👍) so if you tried to give them proper food theyd be like. i dont know what to do with this ?#and theyre used to the cold cause of how shit that goddamn hospital was so even when theyre going through snowdin barefoot theyre like.#ok this is fine ^_^#theyre also used to physical pain and also theyre on 800 different messed up meds so if they get hurt that hardly bothers them #its like. a numb sort of pain. like the phantom pains you get when you get injured or killed in a dream #they also think sans is really funny even when he tries to get under their skin with morbid humor #their whole existence is basically morbid so theyre just like hehehe ^_^ your funny #BUT NONE OF THAT EXPLAINS WHAT THE HELL THEY DO IN THE UNDERGROUND!!!!!!!!!#i guess for starters theres no way theyd ever wanna go BACK to the surface so jot that down #i guess. maybe since they wouldnt have access to the medication and drugs theyre always on theyd change?#i think theyd go from a foggy detached empty dissociative state to being actually AWARE for once #after theyve been there for a little while maybe theyd even start. brace yourselves. FEEL things #like uh. emotions. and stuff like that #so instead of an empty miserable shell theyd be able to experience excitement or curiosity. or the human emotion called friendship #do they……… live with sans and papyrus? thatd make the most sense i guess #also thats the only place theyd be safe from being eaten alive lol #i guess they could live with toriel? maybe they go back to the ruins after theyve escaped #but then they couldnt hang out with sans and papyrus as much. and thats lame #maybe they live with the skelebros under the guise of being some sort of weird. pet or something #ummm. nah……. thats weird #ok so i guess i dont know what the hell my self insert does in the underground only how they change when they grt there. whatever #its not like im a WRITER. i dont know all this stuff what do you thinj i am omniscient????

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unhonestlymirror · 2 years

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I used to do ballet - and even though I don't regret it, I have totally no regrets in giving it up

Also I can fully understand the pain when you have to go to extracurricular activities as a child because your parents want so - but even while realizing it I also think these parents are right. It's better to be depressive adult who can do something than a depressive adult who can't. Knowledge and skills are worth more than money

#it was pure violence #but it was useful experience #painful but useful #we had to jump on a jump rope which could not be distinguished from cursed tool...#i think it could slice you into two parts or make your head a smoothie #at the mention of splits #I still have phantom pain there

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apollo-zero-one · 4 months

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Too old to be a kid too young to be an adult just the right age to cry myself to sleep

#every day I want to give up and go back to my mom's house and apologize for leaving #I'm still powerless here but this is unfamiliar. at least I knew what to expect there #I still had people to avoid and I still didn't want to leave my room but at least I knew I wouldn't be kicked out if I broke a rule #I'm so scared and so sad and I feel so small and so alone #all I want is a home that is mine that I can feel safe and secure in that I can retreat to that I can have power in #All I want is the safety ans security to take a break and to take care of myself #I want to be able to focus on my health for a little while my mental health is so so bad and my stupid brain has realized that I only get #help when it's visible so whenever my mental health gets bad like this I have these constant terrible urges to tear myself apart #The ideas are so vivid and so constant I want to tear my skin to ribbons and break all of my bones and gouge my eyes out and bite my tongue #I want to claw up my face and bite off my fingers and snap each of my ribs #I get phantom aches all over and my body is so tense and wound up and my heart beats so hard for hours and hours #I want to slam my head into a brick wall until something cracks and I hate myself I hate myself for this I hate myself for my selfishness #and for my weakness and for my existence and I want to vomit up my guts and I want my suffering to be real and treatable #I want someone to save me from myself. I want the pain to go away. But there isnt pain is there because its all in my head #I'm doing this to myself just like I have my entire goddamn life. My mom says I was born in pain and cried nonstop for a whole year. Then I #grew out of it and I was perfect. except no I wasn't because I wrote big long notes in phonetic spirals about how I deserve to die.#isn't that a sign?? Isnt that a sign?? i was born this way and things will never get any better they will only change and change and change #and still hurt in ways that I cant prove that I will second guess because maybe they aren't real and I'm just stupid useless helpless weak #when I bleed I can ask someone for a bandaid. when I... exist like this. I can't ask for anything. What helps? What helps? nothing really.#being useless helps until it doesn't. I have to work to pay for the chemicals that barely help. Why do innocent people die every day and not #me. when I pray for it. When I beg. And I'm not afraid to walk alone at night because NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS TO ME. Because I'm so lucky.#Soooo lucky. it isnt fair. She deserves it more than me. who? pick. anyone. Someone who wants it. Maybe who I could have been if I were #better. Not me. I dont get hurt. I dont get lost. I dont die. Maybe I cant maybe I never will. I'm more afraid of having to live like this.#My life is always on the line of not quite not quite and I never need help and I always need help and I'm never enough and I'm average.#the standard. the center. Above me dont need and below me do and I? What do I? both. neither. I shouldn't exist. It hurts to exist like this #in between. I should be able to do this myself. I'm the worst player on the best team and the best player on the worst and I don't fit in #either and everyone hates me for being one or the other and I can never be better so I want to be worse and thats my whole life in one #sentiment. I'm always at the bar and I can never get over it. I've been begging forever please lower your expectations I cant do better than #this. so I'll do worse. I'll make myself worse. I deserve it anyway. I'll be more scars than skin and more pain than person and then maybe #I'll belong somewhere god fucking knows even if its a padded room I could belong somewhere.

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everybodysaycbx · 8 months

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#cant sleep...#feels weird that its been 10 years now. shes been gone for so long now but i remember it so well #the pains like a phantom pain tho. i can remember her without crying (tho i am now lol) and not all the memories hurt #but the pain isnt always detatched from the memories. that part of my childhood where she was always there feels......idk how to describe it #im always aware that its gone and sometimes i can live with the reality of it and appreciate my friendship with her #but sometimes the hurt comes back so forcefully and so painfully i want to scream and scream #and sometimes it feels like i am but i was just dissociated for a few hours #my family is still.....unsure of how to act when i exhibit pain about this. idk if its from guilt that they didnt help me initially or...#is it annoyance that this still affects me...maybe both. guess they cant get how my friends suicide when we were in high school would hurt #whether they feel guilty for how they didnt help it doesnt really matter ig bc i know they wont apologize no matter how much id like them to #idk what to do about it tho. i dont think i can just get over that at this point i mean ive waited 10 years #if anyone has advice dm me ig but dont tell me to let it go bc i just cant #ive made my peace with any culpability i have in her death and if her spirit harbors anger with me then thats fine #her family doesnt and has never seemed upset with me so i have no reason to be thinking it but idk. i just couldve done more #but whats done is done and dwelling on what couldve been is a bad road to go on. esp at almost 3 am #i hope and wish for her to be at peace and everyone who loved her to find it if they havent yet #if anyone else has had to go through this too know you can talk to me esp if you dont have anyone else #i had really no one i could talk to about it without feeling like i was burdening everyone else who was in the same situation at the time #and i dont want anyone else to feel like that so. i hope everyones well #otherwise if that doesnt apply to you but you want to cheer me up send me some cute videos or memes or whatever #ive been trying to keep my mind off it for the most part since ive had to work and dont want to have a breakdown there lol #and i have to work tonight so that would be helpful #but anyway i think thats enough of my rambling and depressing thoughts #tw: death #tw: suicide

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arolesbianism · 8 months

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I <3 stealing star themes from the bands that have them and giving them to another one in my unit swap aus (apparently, cause I did it twice)

#rat rambles #band swap au #unit swap au #sekai posting #tbf for the band swap au kasumi still had smth to do with it #she and yukina are rly close and also sorta dating ish depending on who you ask and since kasumi was the person to inspire yukina to pick up #music again after quitting a lil bit back she named her new band after smth that made her think of kasumi #meanwhile in the unit swap au nene rui and shizuku got their future idol group(s) name from the night they made the promise to become idols #well shizuki and nene did rui didnt technically but he still came along for the ride in the tech crew (before the divorce™ rip)#I still havent decided how hard I want hhw to have a star thing going on tho since I already did the big boy space themed stuff with roselia #aka yumeteor aka the only ones that have an actual thought out name between either au lol #oh also tee hee. casually gives band swap yukina and lisa parallels to unit swap kanade and mizuki #theyre still incredibly different situations but smth smth the phantom pains of what was once there still remain even after some recovery #band posting

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deadsetobsessions · 5 months

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Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.

(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)

(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)

Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.

He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.

“Danny!”

“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”

“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”

Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.

“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”

“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”

Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.

“Kay, kiddo.”

She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.

“You’re just a teenager.”

“Well, you’re a just a kid.”

Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.

Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.

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“Jason.”

“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

“There’s… a meta.”

“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.

“A child. In Crime Alley.”

“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.

“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”

“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.

Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”

Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.

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Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.

“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”

Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.

“You’re fucking weird-”

“Language!” He squawks.

“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”

“Boss?!”

The kids ignores his alarmed face.

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #bruce wayne #Danny had minions #Danny saved a bunch of kids from two face and now they’ve imprinted on him #like ducklings #Danny: I’ll have a nice vacation #also Danny: fights a villain and saves like a dozen kids #Danny: unionizes the kiddie gangs via peanut butter and beef jerky #Batman: there is a child #red hood: that needs our help!#dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #Danny dents the Batmobile and leaves an IOU #but doesn’t leave the owner a way to contact him

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youronlydarlin · 4 months

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warning: Sex pollen :), noncon/dubcon, some of them are mean on this one, horny desperate men going insane for your hole, not proofread 😭

Jus' over here havin thoughts about sex pollen infecting your favorite boy man

Finding yourself in the middle of a botched mission, you desperately try to open the door that separates you from your lover. You can hear him hacking, n coughing on the other side. N'd your sweet soul's nearly crying at the thought of what's happening to him. Is he dying !? Pink gas escapes from under the door and you don't even have the time to react before it suddenly opens.

Captain John Price who tries keep some of his composure. You must commend him for it, really. But you turn around to see if the coast's still clear and that's all it takes for his composure to break. Before you knew it you're being lifted into the air. Back pressed tightly against your Captain's chest while he holds you up with the back if your knees. He's got you in a full nelson :( And all of a sudden there's a knife in his hands. You cry out at the thought of what he could do to you but you're silenced the moment he uses it to rip an opening through your trousers, all the while he's rutting against your ass, cause he's just so pent up. Oh, you have to understand!

His dick is inside of you the moment it's freed. Tries to be considerate about it, gives you a few seconds to adjust before he's drilling into you with wild abandon. Fucks you so deep, there's a bulge in your tummy and spots in your vision. Sinks to the floor with you the moment he cums, holding you close to his chest and trying to come up with a decent enough explanation.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who let's out a loud grunt before falling on top of you. The impact makes your head spin, and it momentarily knocks the wind out of your lungs. His body crushes yours beneath the concrete floor and you don't have time to recover before the feeling of phantom hands start to roam your body. And you can no longer blame it on your fall, because your trousers are being ripped away by rough gloved hands.

Poor, little, you can't even object when he wrestles you into a mating press :( Shoving two of his thick digits inside of you with no warning. He's moving them in a scissoring motion, and you cant help but cry at the dry, and painful insertion. He's so mean!

"Shhh, puppy... 'I need this..." Doesn't even say please! Doesn't even give you a warning before the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching past your entrance. It's definitely way thicker than his fingers, and a lot more harder to get used to. He uses your bunched up knees as leverage to fuck you deeper, n deeper till your pretty eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He sounds like an animal when he cums. Growling pure filth to your ear while he grinds his dick inside you. Ready for a round 2?

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish who doesn't even wait. He was already hard as a fucking rock, hearing your cute voice cry out for him on the other side of the door. But now that it's opened, the only thing in his mind is dicking you down till your addicted to his cock.

Very impatient. You're literally like a ragdoll to him and he jus' manhandles you so you're face down, ass up :(

Shoves his fingers in your mouth while pulling your trousers down. He eats you out like a man starved. Like this was going to be his first, and last meal. Not a moment later and he's bullying your hole with his fat cock. Babbling nonsense about how fucking tight you are and how he's "waited to do this for so long". But he cums, and he cums deep.

The definition of painting your insides white.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who looks like he's in so much pain. Unlike the other boys he tells you not to get close. He's not right in the head, can't you see that?? But you're sweet. Too sweet, and he wonders if you taste just the same. He's wetting his lips before knows it. He feels terrible. Eye fucking you while you're just trying to get him to talk about what's happening. Is he ok? He's not dying, is he? Tell me where it hurts, please.

You fret over him, and he's never felt such embarrassment in his life before. He feels bad, looking down at the massive tent in his pants. But he feels worse when he's pushing you against the wall. He's tried to hold back. Really, he did. But there's just so much a man like him can take in a situation like this. And he's trying to whisper apologies to you while he hasn't fully lost himself.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just please....Fffuck–let me fuck you. Please..."

He's so desperate n'd whiney. As if he's not making your thighs shake and your brain into goo. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, sturdy hands grabbing hold of your legs and wrapping them around his firm waist.

It's all too much. You're brain moving slower than your mouth can say "slow down". In a second he's got your trousers to the side, and his pants bunched up on his knees. He's shaking so much you're worried he might topple over. But he doesn't. Instead he slams his hips directly into yours. Your mouth opening in a silent scream.

He cums the moment he gets his dick in you. He's just so sensitive, ok :( And he doesn't stop at just one round, not even two. Three and his cum's leaking out of you, staining the floor and both of your thighs. Still moving his hips like a man possessed. Four, you're nearly passed out. And there's a slight bump in your stomach from where you're sure his cock, and cum is.

Head lying limp on your shoulder, you wonder how many times you've cummed already, or if this was even going to end. He smiles at you, so brightly he looks like your Kyle again. But he's kissing the side of your mouth before biting at your lips.

"Jus one more. Jus' one more, I promise..."

a/n: I literally don't know what bought this on. Are the parts where I lost motivation obvious? Yes? Ok. Fuck Some characters parts are longer than others I'm so sorry 😭 This has been rotting in my drafts for about 2 days. Hope you enjoy this more than I do 😞. Eat up, my loves!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

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angelplummie · 12 days

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art humping your thigh while you're too busy analyzing his recent matches <33

mhm. u sit with your laptop in bed while art kisses your neck. he’s supposed to be watching too but he’s sleepy, he doesn’t wanna watch anymore, he wants to feel. he presses his lips to the base of your neck, just above your collar bone. you tilt your jaw up to allow his way with you, but you keep your eyes trained on the screen.

“you kept missing on thursday because you centre yourself to the left just a bit. he always hit it to the right and you had to scramble.”

“mm.”

his voice reverberated in your throat as his lips stayed against you.

“i don’t know if you’re playing this guy again, but it’s something to keep in mind.”

“ok.”

he moves over you, shifting his weight till both of his legs are either side of one of yours. he holds your shoulder like a child holds a teddy bear.

his head nestles into your neck, his hair tickles your chin, and you sigh.

“art im trying to help you. they’re fucking you. i don’t want to watch my husband get fucked on the court.”

“can you help me somewhere else?”

you readjust so you can see the laptop better, and kiss his scalp.

“help yourself.”

on the video, art lunges forward, his lean body extending as he grunts like a man and pounds the ball away. sweat pours from every pore on his forehead, chest, arms, and he shines in the sun. it cuts to his competitor, who grazes the ball with his racket to no avail.

in your bed, art presses down onto you, dragging himself backwards. he mewls, hoping to get more of your attention. instead of acknowledging him you pet his hair with a lazy wrist, eyes never leaving the screen. he was playing better now. he won the match after all, but it was still important to review his performance. if he got too comfortable he would start slipping. you needed him on a tight leash if he was going to keep crushing.

he rotates his hips, each time crushing your thigh with a force that must be painful to him. each layer of clothes that separated his flesh from yours slid against the other, the phantom of your touch driving him to desperation.

“you did well for this last set.”

“yeah?”

he pushed himself forward, and drew himself back raking his throbbing groin against your lower thigh. his breath shuddered on your chest. he was working up a rhythm, a dragging, quivering, breathless rhythm.

“yeah. no notes, donaldson.”

“hmm. thank you.”

“are you hard?”

“obviously.”

“i’m not helping you.”

“obviously.”

you laugh. you swirl your fingers in his cropped blonde hair.

“you can do it. i believe in you.”

he doesn’t reply, just groans. his knee was bent, and he held himself up ever so slightly so as to drive himself against you with the most force he could. in his shorts was a sticky, leaking cock, rubbed sensitive. in your panties was a wet, aching pussy. but one of you needed to think of his career.

on the video he sat down, a rest period, with his shirt off, leaning back with his legs spread.

“oh, fuck,” he said, teeth clenched.

you could feel the long thick imprint of his cock, and through all the fabric you could still feel it twitch. you sighed and closed the laptop as his humping quickened and his knee raised further between your legs. as he drove himself down upon you, he knocked his knee to the throbbing of your clit. you breathed deeply.

“you did a good job on thursday. i’m proud of you.”

“thank you. thank you.”

your hand moved to his back, tight from digging his fingers into your shoulder for purchase. he slammed his hips down, making a fwop fabric sounds. you grunted airily.

“that’s enough,” you breathed.

his hips stilled on top of you, pressed to you. he lifted his head, lips parted and cheekbones pink.

“you have a match tommorow. use it.”

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