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hearts4chriss · 3 months

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Pour it up.

Cocky! Chris x Poc! Stripper reader

prompt: Chris is a regular, he always comes to the club with his bestfriend Nathan and notices you once again and makes a move but is very cocky and you don’t take that lightly ( wearing the bottom right )

Part 6

warnings: sub! Chris, deep throating, riding, degrading, overstimulation, bondage, face riding, use of pet names ( good boy, ma, princess, sweetheart, baby boy, baby, mama ), basically giving this man the time of his life

It was around maybe 9:58 when I started getting ready to go out and preform, that was until my manager came in.

“Hey girl ur mans heree.” She smirked leaning against my locker, the cigarette smoke lingering from her lips.

“he is not. My man.” I roll my eyes finding an outfit and a pair of boots.

“Girl he’s ONLY here for you I bet, he’s gonna make a move and come on he’s really fucking hot.” She says puffing some smoke I chuckle and shake my head

the thin red spaghetti strap top, letting my tits sit perfectly and than the bottoms were a red thong hugging curves showing off my tattoos more than usual and my fishnet stockings and red boots just about did it, with a tough of lip gloss, I brushed my weave and I was ready.

“Okay girlll I see you. Anyway get ready you got two minutes.” She pats my shoulder and I throw on my boots and fix my hair and get ready to go out on stage.

I happen to peak out and there the motherfucker was, this time, hanging around some random guy he probably had no idea who they were as he wasn’t speaking to them drinking probably Pepsi or some shit I don’t know. I roll my eyes

The club was packed, I was bound to make a little over 2 grand tonight with how I was dressed, I was a favourite.

Soon enough the song “pour it up” by Rihanna comes on and that’s when I began strutting out slowly and seductively to the stage as the cash was already being thrown.

Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out) Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out (ball out) Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out)

The amounts of cash fled below my feet as I swayed my hips side to side making my way to the front of the runway and there he was.

Chris Pov

i watched as she walked down the stage in that sexy and tight-ass outfit. fuck she looks so damn good. She doesn't even know my name and God she's hot- the way her hips swayed on the stage and her boots effortlessly walking in them with no issue. Her thigh tattoo leading to her ass looked so good in the dim lights, only on her. She looked perfect. Her tits nearly spilling out of that nonexistent top. fuck I was hard. I just wanted to take her right now and ruin her. or her ruin me. Fuck either way i'm making a move tonight.

Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out

Strip club and dollar bills I still got more money

I made my way to the pole walking around it before stopping and swiveling seductively down the pole my ass out front for everyone as the cash landed on my ass some pervs sticking it in my thong freaks.

I grind my ass on the pole my hands in my hair running them down my breasts to my knees doing a squat spreading my legs watching every guys eye drop to betwen my thighs.

Patron shots, can I get a refill? I still got more money

Chris Pov

fuck I swore I was gonna cum in my pants when she spread her legs and twerked literally in front of me. I groan feeling my dick press against my jeans trying to not make my boner so prominent but fuck this girl is hot. and fuck the stage flooded with so much damn money but I was going to give her way more than that.

I continue my act still gaining everyone's attention, catching the boy in my eyes as I twerked in front of him, and fuck my manager was right, he's hot. as. fuck. His eyes were blue I could get lost in them, his hair wasn't too long nor short. His jawline, Id sit my ass on his face anyday. So yeah, im gonna give him a little show.

Strippers goin' up and down that pole And I still got more money Four o'clock and we ain't going home 'Cause I still got more money Money make the world go ‘round

I do an inside leg hang on the pole and that's when upside down I saw the boy throw money I looked down and did a split and saw a couple hundred dollar pills. I smirk at him place them in my bra and finish up my act.

Once I finished I got ready to get ready to get off stage the boy comes up to me and stops me.

“Hey gorgeous”. The boy whispers to me and I turn around and look him up and down

“Hm? ur kinda cute whats ur name”. I say sipping on my water his eyes drawn to my body covered in a sheen layer of sweat.

“Chris. the brunette haired boy smirks down at me confidently

“I bet I could give you the time of ur life.” He whispered in my ear his hand playing with my stockings and I chuckle.

“I wouldn't be so confident you dont even know me.” I look him up and down and he raises an eyebrow.

“hm. I don't see why not? why don't you give me a private show, I'll pay you whatever you want”. He whispers in my ear and I back up.

“Pfft”. I roll my eyes

“oh come on sweetheart- your saying you don't think we'd have a good time?” His eyes lock with mine, I look down at his jeans his boner sticking out like a sore thumb, fuck now I had to help him.

“250, thats what I charge”. I hold my hand out and he slaps a fat stack of 100s in my hand and my eyes widen.

“Ugh, come on.” I roll my eyes pulling him in the back upstairs in the private room unlocking it and pushing him in locking the door putting the cash on the table.

I contacted my manager to put the cash I earned in the bag in my locker.

“so? you ready to feel like a princess?” the boy smiles devilishly approaching me and I roll my eyes and push him on the bed.

“uh uh this is my job you'll do what I say got it?” I say seriously gripping his neck

“and besides I think you need some help”. I smirk whispering dangerously low in his ear rubbing my hand over his jeans watching him buck his hips into it.

I reach under the bed grabbing a box opening it pulling out a red vibrator. just to match my outfit

The boys eyes widened

“You gonna make me watch you?” He questioned watching me turn it on and I shook my head crawling on the bed in front of him

“no, i'm gonna use it on your pretty dick”. I smirk pulling his jeans and boxer off fuck he was so big

“mm not bad.” i chuckle holding him in my hands squeezing a bit rubbing the red tip with my thumb as he began to squirm

“Aw whats wrong? not so confident are you?” I said mocking him and he groaned

“F-fuck- “he stuttered and I placed the vibrator on his tip and his eyes shot up and he moaned out.

I used my other hand to play with his balls as my tongue licked up chris's throbbing veins on his cock, he was already falling apart.

“mmph FUCK!” the boy cries out and I press the vibrator further on his tip and he cries out louder.

“You poor thing, so fucking needy.” I chuckle confidenly turning off the vibrator beginning to deep throat his lengthy cock.

“O-oh fuck- s-shit ma!” Chris moans his hand tugging my hair squelching sounds forming as salvia dribbles down my chin already from his dick being fat as fuck in my mouth.

The way my plump lips fit around him was fucking perfect, he was so fucking big and fit inside my mouth, his moans were so deep and hot.

“SHIT- baby- fuck you suck me so good-“ he groans stuttering over his words his chest heaving as I felt his dick twitch already from how hard he had been.

“Such a fucking slut jesus.” I roll my eyes and he whines helplessly before removing my mouth feeling twitch

“Come on baby cum for me all over my pretty face.” I breath out whispering in his ear before sticking tongue out as he cums on it and letting the rest drip down too my tits.

He thought it was done? I smirk before using this as advantage to tie his wrists to the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” he pants.

“Oh you'll see. You wanted to be a needy whore, im gonna treat you like one.” I said removing my thong and stockings before hovering my wet pussy above his face.

“Fuck- ur so wet-“ chris groans practically drooling at the sight above him.

“Yeah? ur about to have all of it in ur dirty mouth”. I smirk before resting my ass on his face, his tongue quickly getting to work.

“ugh fuck chris- just like that”. I moan out grinding on his face as he nuzzles his face further into my pussy licking every drop.

fuck he was so good- its like he knew my body like the back of his hand, his tongue was nothing i've ever felt before, it was damn good. But fuck no im not telling him that.

I felt him tug at the restraints as he groaned, chris's nose rubbing against my clit his plush lips on my cunt dripping over him.

“Fuck fuck yes-baby- such a good boy”- I pull the boys hair feeling my stomach cave in at his touch, his tongue tracing all my sensitive spots.

“mmph fuck- make me cum baby boy- “I arch my back resting my asscheeks further on his face and he squirmed and I chuckled as he began to struggle.

“Not so much to say now huh.” I taunt but moan in response holding the headboard as my stomach heated up

“Oh fuckk! yes- im so close chris!” my cries filled his ears feeling his face push even further in my ass as I felt myself cream his face quickly as I breathed heavily.

I climb down below sitting on his chest taking in the beautiful mess he was in front of me, his face covered in my cum was perfect.

“Oh your tired? thats cute.” I chuckle before straddling him positioning myself on his cock and he whimpers feeling my ass meet his pelvis

“I-mmph fuck- I-cant-“ chris whines and I roll my eyes shaking my head

“I dont give a fuck you needy slut you asked for this”. I said firmly beginning to bounce on his dick seeing his fallen eyes watch his cock disappear inside me.

“Fuck chris ur so big- shit-“ I moan breathing out as he fit inside me perfectly like puzzle pieces.

I grabbed his neck continuing to ride him forcing him to look at me, his face tear stained cheeks from the now overstimulation and the neediness he'd been begging for me, for days now.

“mmph- mama- I-f-fuck”- the boy choked on his own words and I smirked and chuckled darkly gridning my hips on his dick.

“aw slut whats wrong? cant take it? be a good boy and you'll cum got it?” I said and he nodded.

I smirked and pulled away bouncing once again, his thick cock filling my pussy perfectly as I watched him become an absolute mess below me, pathetic honestly but it was cute.

“O-oh fuck baby boy making me feel so good with ur dick-“ I praise and throw my head back watching the brunette squirm below me as my ass slaps against his thighs loudly, almost taking him out.

“SHIT MA! S-so fucking good”- he groans and whines leave his mouth.

“Yeah? you like how I use you like this? fucking you so good you can't think? hm?” I mock tilting my head swiveling my hips on him and he groans.

“Y-yes- mmph- fuck I love it- please I need to cum-“ he cries helplessly sobbing at his needed orgasm.

“I know baby almost there- fuck- cum with me yeah?” I said and he nodded and I began riding him once again his eyes widening at me slamming down on him again

“FUCK FUCK”! chris screams his head falling onto the pillows and I breath heavily with him my hands digging into his thighs and he winces.

“So close baby boy- fuck make me cum again so fucking good to me-“ I moan biting my lip slightly and at this point chris can hardly take it so I speed up to make him finish faster

“mmmhmp FUCK IM GONNA-“ Chris cries out again before shooting his thick load onto my walls and I cum soon after him slowing my movements sliding off his dick.

“Fuck Chris”I sigh deeply going into the bathroom grabbing some wipes and water bottles and untying his wrists.

I take a good look at him and smirk.

Chris was fucked, the tears really got me and how fucked out he looked, just from me, his lips, chin and neck had my cum on it from when i rode his face and his legs a bit shaky from the orgasm he just had.

I kiss his forehead and I wipe him off.

“Fuck- that was amazing”- he pants sitting up looking at me.

“Im glad you enjoyed it.”I chuckle.

“O-oh wait I have something for you, can you hand me my jeans?” He speaks and I raise an eyebrow giving them to him feeling them a bit heavy.

He goes in the left pocket handing me two stacks of 100s and I swore I could scream

“Some extra for my favourite girl.” He smirks

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cosmereplay · 4 months

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Based on RE Parrish's Nathaniel Hawthorne comic which you should definitely check out and like because it's hilarious (click here for a version with an image description)

Sunlit Man spoilers!

Here's my Brando Sando version:

[ID: A four -panel comic done in the same black and white cartoon outline format. The title reads, "Brandon Sanderson Comics". Panel one shows Emily Sanderson saying, "Good morning darling. You look kinda tired." From offscreen Brandon responds, "I couldn't sleep at all last night."

Panel two shows Brandon rubbing his eye, pushing his glasses askew. From off-screen, Emily says, "Pandemic?" He responds, "I kept imagining fucked up Threnodites."

Panel three is titled, "Last night..." Brandon lays in bed wearing a night cap with a fuzzy ball on the end. He imagines a young woman wearing a black brimmed hat and large white collar over a black dress. She has long straight black hair. She says, "My name is Solemnity Divine." Brandon smiles and says, "Heh heh... Yeah..."

Panel four shows Brandon imagining a thin man with a severe expression, wearing the same kind of clothing. He says, "My name is Adonalsium-Will-Remember-Our-Plight-Eventually." Brandon's eyes pop open and he grins an evil grin. He says, "YES" in big letters. End ID.]

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lazyalani · 10 months

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| Genshin Men

| Waking up with them

| fluff, sickly sweet fluff, cuddler kuni is canon im hoyo, id isekai just to feel tighnaris tail, a post after 2 days of staring in the air?? i say its a development, swearing cuz its me, no dialogue

Ft. Zhongli, Childe, Wanderer, Kazuha, Tighnari

| Genshin Impact Masterlist

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ZHONGLI - is like having a housewife

You either wake up with him or wake up to him making food. When you wake up with him, you would most likely be either in the same position as you slept or moved a little and changed how you face him and the other side. He definitely isn't a mover when asleep. And when he hugs you when you both fall asleep, you're not getting out hun. So he's probably the one keeping you from falling out of the bed or moving too much if you move too much when you sleep. When you don't wake up with him though, you wake up to the smell of tea. He's a morning person I bet, wakes up really early and prepares tea and food, whichever you like. He'd be wearing a cute apron if you decide to play with him, but he'd most likely still wear it. On most days, he'll wake you up wearing that cute apron and help you freshen up, but on some days, especially when you seem upset or something bad happened or when you had a disagreement, he'll bring you breakfast in bed. If you have work, he's never gonna let you sleep in. He's a personal alarmclock you can't turn off, those '5 more minutes' won't work on him. He might just consider it but when time's up, it's up. When he wakes up, he'd already be preparing tea and yoir clothes. Zhongli is the type to remember your schedule, too, so don't even think about telling him you don't have work just so you could sleep in. So waking up with him is definitely like a housewife, or a mom.

CHILDE - is a mission

Man, this guy is very busy, so he tends to make it up when sleeping. You cannot tell me he doesn't have certain issues regarding having a romantic partner, like safety issues or something. His grip's harder than rock, girly. He's the one to be really afraid of you getting taken away when he's sleeping so he unconciously does this while hugging you to sleep. Why am I talking about this? Cuz you aren't getting out of his arms that easy when you wake up hugged by him. When you get out of your dazing state and decide you're hungry or want to go to the toilet, you'll move and realize, oh, you have fucking iron tied to your body, oh actually, it's just Childe! And when you begin to struggle to get out, he wakes up and them boom, it just gets harder from that especially when he's on break or vacation. This man's not letting you go easily. Tell him to let go? No, he's comfortable this way. Tell him you need to go to the toilet? Oh, you can hold it for a few more minutes. Tell him you're hungry? You won't die not getting to eat for a few minutes. Tell him you're going to get sleepy again if you don't get up? Then sleep and cuddle with him again. Tell him you have work? You aren't going to get kicked out from being late for a day (it's like this everyday) (you aren't getting fired because harbinger things). Tell him he has work? Considers it but his subordinates won't die from him being a few minutes late. The best option is to either kick him in the balls and run or give up and hug him for a few minutes (hours). So yeah, waking up with him is a mission.

WANDERER - is cute

SO AAAAAAAAAAAA let's calm down. You know how he probably gets nightmares when he sleeps? YEAH THOSE ABANDONMENT ISSUES AND ALL. He'd probably be the type to unconciously hug you when he's having them. Then you'll wake up to him shaking or scared and you wake him up. I feel like others think he'd get all embarassed and shit when he notices he hugged you and get all defensive and tsundere mode, but I like to think that if he really trusts you enough, him waking up from a nightmare beside you would be an intimate moment. Hell, him even sleeping beside you is. You would have to be someone he really trust and all to get him to sleep beside you and be vulnerable. So when he wakes up you get all emotional scenes and everything and you definitely cuddle to sleep. And when you wake up it'll be sooooo cuteee. Like, you'd be waking up to him all cuddly to you and you could admire his pretty face without seeing him scowl or frown. This guy is legit gorgeous and beautiful, who wouldn't want a chance to stare at him when he doesn't want to hurt you for it. So as those kinds of nights happen, his body would probably unconciously get used to the feeling of holding someone for comfort and it turns normal. MAAAAAAN WAKING UP WITH HIM IS CUTE.

KAZUHA - is romantic

Now this man will normalize butterflies on your stomach every morning. Oh, just you opening your eyes and seeing him staring and smiling at you. AAAAAAAAA got my heart falling and falling! You'd either wake up to him like that, or you'd wake up to him probably making a poem with you as his muse. Imagine Kazuha making you his muse. Be happy bitch. He'd definitely br the type to see you wake up, say goodmorning and all those sweetly sickening shit that gets your head spinning, heart rocking, and stomach tingling. Like, he's be whispering, "Goodmorning, love." I'D FALL ASLEEP AND WAKE UP ALL OVER AGAIN TO HEAR HIM SAY IT. When he realizes you're still dozing off, he'd place his hand on your back as support and sit you down so you wouldn't fall asleep again. But when you say you still want to sleep and cuddle how could he resist. So he's there listening to your requests and brushing your hair with his fingers. A true gentleman he is. Dreamy Kazuha is everything. Waking up with him is romantic, the best kind.

TIGHNARI - is comfortable

Imagine waking up with his tail and arms around you, awwww. That tail looking very cuddly and all. Although, it would probably be hot when it's like, summer summer and all, but when the weather's fine, oh, seriously, who would want to get out of his cuddles in the morning? You'd get to admire his pretty face and feel his fluffy tail. Cuddling with tighnari is probably very sweet too, like, he'd go along with you wrapping every limb you can to him, arms, legs, and all, and he's do the same just to get back, but it ends up with the both of you sleeping that way and waking up that way. As long as it's not too hot, waking up with him would feel very comfortable. I don't think he keeps a too strict schedule like others think he does. He probably allows himself to lay down for a bit, so when he wakes up, you both don't immeduately get up and just lay down there cuddling and when your systems start waking up, you'd start talking about random things until you both decide to get up.

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mushroommanstan · 11 months

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Mommy’s milkshake

College au tenko x reader

Warnings: mommy kink, duh, exhibitionism, dubcon kinda, cum in food

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“Hey… p-pst, stop it! I mean it… s-stohaaah, stop iiit.” Tenko whispered desperately, his thighs quaking as you thumbed his slit. You didn’t listen though, no, you just kept driving him crazy while wearing that devious, grinch-like smirk that made him shudder.

You might be asking yourself: what’s going on? Why did Tenko of all people want you to stop playing with his dick? Well, it all started like maybe ten minutes before this, when you and him were walking past the entrance of the cafeteria on your way to the local game store.

You had insisted the both of you get snacks first, craving one of the chocolate milkshakes that were so heavily advertised around campus, to which he agreed mumbling about getting a panini or something.

You got your shake and joined him at the table he found. It wasn’t hard to find him, he was always given a generous amount of elbow room from his frightened peers. Immediately when you took your first sip, you realized something was off. It was just… bland. I mean, yeah, it was sweet but… that’s it. Where’s the bitter in of the chocolate? Where’s the salty of the… I don’t know, salt? It just-it should have more to it than just… sweet.

You scrunched your eyebrows in disgust, which Tenko noticed almost immediately. He took another bite of his sandwich before softly asking “was wong? Don’ like id?”

You could just barely make out what he was saying with the full mouth he had. You shrugged. “Eh.. it’s fine…”

You swirled the straw around in your drink, watching as the dark chocolate lines swirled and swirls until they faded beyond distinction and you were left with a tan brown surface. Then you took the straw out, watching as the blob of ice cream still one it started to sag in the open air, before placing the tip of your straw on your tongue and letting it fall into your awaiting mouth.

Tenko shifted uncomfortably, and seeing the movement in the corner of your eye you turned slightly to look at him, only to see a familiar blush adorning his features. You smirked, wrapping your tongue around the plastic tube then putting in your mouth and swirling it about. He whimpered. It was quiet, deadly quiet, and if you hadn’t been concentrating you would have missed it. But he whimpered.

You smirked, looking down at his lap and seeing what you had suspected. Full mast, just like that. You almost chuckled at the sight, heh, that Tenko and his libido. If you and him were the last ones on the planet he’d have the strength to repopulate the whole world single handedly you suspect. The amount of eager cum in his balls on a daily basis was a marvel of science. Which… gave you an idea actually.

With shaking hands, he returned to his sandwich, expecting that to be the end of it. So color him surprised when he felt a familiar hand groping his bulge. You wrapped your fingers around his bulge and stroked him from base to peak like a scammy claw machine continuously failing to pluck a toy from the mass. Or maybe like an octopus expanding and condensing at it swims. No, no the claw machine was a much better analogy. MOVING ON:

He nearly choked as you caressed his bulge, and his eyes darted around anxiously before settling at you, giving a pleading expression as if this wasn’t what he wanted. Silly boy, you can hear his panting and see his trembling from here. That, and he knew he could just say the safe word. But he wasn’t, was he?

You leaned over to his ear and whispered “Mommy’s milkshake is dreadfully bland. What say you help me give it some of your special flavor, hm? Be a good boy for mommy and I might just reward you tonight. Maybe I’ll use some of my special toys ‘n fill your cute little slutty hole to the brim~.”

His hips jumped at the thought and you chuckled softly. You licked the shell of his ear, making him shudder, before you continued. As you spoke, your fingers became harsher and harsher, now whole handedly squeezing his package and massaging it as he tries his hardest to hold in moans.

He shook his head rapidly, his pitch black curls slapping against his temples as he tried his darnedest to resist your temptations. “N-no!” He whisper yelled in between quiet moans. “No so-aah~someone wi-will, hah, see-mmn.”

Your hand stopped and he was ashamed how much he missed your movements despite his protests. “Is my Tenko seriously telling mommy no? That’s not good boy behavior. No, that’s not good boy behavior at all. Does mommy really have to punish you so soon?”

He shook his head, biting his lip tightly as you gave him slow, hard presses with your palm. “N-no mommy.” He whispered back. “I’m y-you’re good boy, I promise.” He gasped as your hand sped up again, now reaching for his zipper.

“Good.” You said. Then you were kissing his neck again, watching as his face got redder and redder, sweatier and sweatier. You leaned back to enjoy the sight of him, your little whore trying desperately not to cause a scene, before you leaned back in for one last comment as you reached down his pants, finally pulling his member out.

“Besides. Even if someone did see you, would that really be such a bad thing? Being known as the guy with a “not giving a fuck” attitude who gets jerked off in public by his super hot girlfriend? Doesn’t sound so bad to me. Cmon, let me be your trophy wife for you.”

He shuddered. Admittedly, when you put it that way, it does sound appealing. Lord knows his reputation is in the crapper as it is, so anything helps.

You were now properly pumping him, your hand going up and down his admittedly long shaft in practiced rhythm. He was oozing pre at this point, making good lube, and the wet slaps that followed were just barely overshadowed by the chitter chatter around you. Every downstroke you were graced with the feeling of his long, wiry pubic hairs tickling your pinky, a welcomed feeling that no doubt would unfortunately make your hand smell musky for the rest of the day.

His hand rose to his mouth, and he began biting his knuckle in the hopes of muffling himself while sinking lower and lower in his crappy plastic chair. You could tell he was getting close, so with one hand you popped the lid off your milkshake and snuck it under the table. His tip hit the rim, a little bit of the cold residue stuck to it making him hiss. But the feeling was soon forgotten as you sped up, licking your lips as you nearly drooled in thirst, thirst for his cum.

“Cmon baby. Cum for me. Cum for mommy.” You once again whispered, and he whined out slightly louder than before, eyebrows curved upwards in a pleading expression as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips were rising slightly, and you knew it was only just a moment till-

“N-nyaahah!”

A hot, thick rope of cum shot out of him, landing on your fingers and making you tsk. Your hand slowed to a more gentle pace as you milked him into your cup, whispering praises in his ear as he trembled. Like usual, there was a lot, and you felt as maybe 3 or 4 good ropes hit the walls of the cup before dribbling down into the brownish cream. When he was finished, you tucked his wang back in his boxers and even zipped his pants back up for him, smoothing out the wrinkles and leaving it looking like it hadn’t been disturbed.

He was a panting mess, hand dropping from his mouth limply and sweat dripping from his forehead. You, on the other hand, remained casual, popping the lid back on your drink then clicking your tongue at the mess made on your knuckles.

Noticing your dilemma, a peer of yours stopped in his tracks as he walked by, offering you a slightly crumbled napkin to help clean up what he assumed was spilled ice cream. “Here sweetheart.”

Agitated by the pet name, Tenko regained full consciousness, about to show this guy a lesson despite his boneless state before you stopped him, declining and instead opting to lick it off. You turned slightly to Tenko, making eye contact as your tongue followed the white trail on your finger, collecting it and bringing it to your mouth. He inhaled sharply, forgetting everything else as the random guy looked at you both confusedly, but in the end didn’t care and just walked off.

With your hand clean and your shake improved, you took a big sip and smiled at the new flavors. Sweet and salty, a little sour, a little bitter, and the nice musky flavor of him. Perfect.

It’s so good that, well, maybe you’ll have to do this again.

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Tada! I did a fic! Yay…..

Idk why but lately my motivation has been poopy, so I’m sorry about that. But I hope y’all liked this. Sorry if I made this a little more “mommy” than usual hehe.

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p1nkcanoe · 26 days

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the polaroid collection: sunshine

this is part seven of the polaroid collection, based off of 'picture this'. you can either find the masterlist here, read on ao3, or read below:

Taking Sunshine’s picture had been difficult for two reasons. For one, just the knowledge that she was the last of his packmates that he had left to photograph had crafted a premature feeling of disappointment in his chest. After her, his naughty little collection would be complete. There’d be no more surprises caught with a flash and after that sex would just be sex. How plebeian. How boring…

Second, the ghoulette had been waiting for him. She’d been waiting for the moment that he’d strike to cast her body in flash and film, all confident and smug with his stupid little camera between his palms and smile all toothy and wide. She’d been waiting, and that in itself made everything unexpectedly difficult.

In hindsight, Swiss should have probably said no to the strap. If he remembers correctly the conversation went something like this:

“Can I ride you, but also not?” Sunshine had asked, a little too enthusiastically while finishing up the baby pink polish she was painting onto his pinky toe.

He’d had his foot in her lap as she painted it, his other flat against the bed, knee bent upwards.

Swiss had barely looked up from his phone, where he was in the middle of a heated text debate with Rain and Dew over who took the last mango popsicle from the freezer. Only after sending his last text did he glance over the top of his screen to shoot her an amused look of intrigue.

“What does that even mean?”

“Cirrus and ‘Lus got a new strap. It’s big and purple and it has glitter, and I wanna break it in for them. Make sure it’s a good one, you know? Give it a test ride, if you will.”

“So you want me to fuck you with it?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rolling her dandelion-colored eyes as if she wasn’t obvious enough before, “but I want you to wear it.”

She’d capped the nail polish bottle after that and crawled up the ghoul’s body to shove a matching, lacquered finger into the center of his chest.

“I think it would be fun.”

There’d been a long pause while the multi ghoul had tried to picture the scene in his mind. He couldn’t, couldn’t make sense of why she’d want to rig him up with a toy no matter how hard he tried, but two dicks seemed more intriguing than just one in the end so he shrugged his shoulders and waved her off to go retrieve the thing, “Yeah, okay. Fuck it.”

“Oh, I will.”

Then she’d left. Jogged off into the hall with a certain bounce in her step… and had returned with much more than just the new strap.

“What’s that?” He’d asked, fingers hovered over his screen as his eyes raked over the items in her hands.

The ghoulette had only bared her teeth in a wicked grin, “just a few accessories to go with it.”

As it turned out, Sunshine’s unexpected accessories had been quite fun to put on. Kind of like a filthy, twisted game of dress-up in the interest of the ghoulette as he strips him bare in front of her standing mirror, only to redress him in the well-loved harness and help him move the silicone dick millimeters in each and every direction in order to find a position that “doesn’t smash his actual cock.” Then before he knows it she’s tightening the straps to a pastel pink ball gag behind his head and asking him if it’s too tight.

He doesn’t know why he tries to answer her verbally, but the incomprehensible noises that come from his throat seem to surprise him. As does the wetness that already has begun to collect at the corners of his mouth. She reaches up to adjust the thing just a little more and then steps away and it clicks. Oh, she’s serious.

The multi ghoul locks eyes with the ghoulette through the mirror, who stares back with a smug look on her freckled face, like she’s proud of her work already, and they’ve yet to even start the good part. Then he watches as she turns and descends to her knees, a small metal cage in her hands that he has no idea where it appeared from, and reaches for his (somewhat) soft dick.

The cage is silly to look at. He’s never had one of them locked onto his own cock before, only ever seen them in explicit internet videos and that one random nude he randomly received from Rain… and for some reason his brain tries to convince him that it’s only a temporary detail – that all of this is. Sunshine will take the thing off when the time comes, right? She’ll let him get hard, surely. She has to. She will. Right?

Soon after that the time comes, and the ghoulette guides him backwards to lie on his back, and the thing (and all of the other accessories) stay securely on.

Swiss will admit it. It’s oddly intriguing in an unfamiliar way when they begin to play – the ball gag and the stupid metal cage. There’s a strange arousal that he feels in his tummy when Sunny strips bare and climbs over him all slow and sexy-like, ignoring his flesh entirely to wrap her fist around silicone instead. The eye contact he thinks he could do without, though. It just feels bad to hold eyes with another as they lean down to lick at the thing and giggle at the pathetic noise that leaves him when he realizes it could be him. It could, but it’s not, and it’s not because for some reason he agreed to this. Satanas, is he cucking himself?

He can’t even open his mouth around the right letters to plead or say ‘please.’ He just makes another stupid sound that gets trapped around the thing stretching his lips.

He can only watch as she slaps the purple head against the flat of her tongue, moaning when she takes it a little deeper past her teeth, and then fluttering her lashes so beautifully when the silicone slides into the warm tunnel of her throat. And yeah, maybe this whole “play” thing is a little more serious than Swiss initially thought it was, because she’s actually sucking it like it’s his real cock.

She sucks the thing obscenely at the tip, bobbing her head as the glittery ridge appears and disappears rhythmically between her lips, already shiny with spit, and both of her wrists work together in tandem to jerk off the remaining length of the shaft that her mouth doesn’t reach.

Fuck, does Swiss wish that were him. Sloppy, messy head from one of the hottest ghoulettes he knows… (Pun fully intended.)

His dick throbs, stirring against the warm metal that restricts him like it forgets it can’t fill out. A thin line of drool drips from his lower lip down into the hair on his chest and settles. He barely feels it. He watches, distracted, as she drools similarly, but her saliva runs down the ridges of her fingers down towards where it begins to gather at the base against his skin. His skin. He really can’t believe any of this. His hands stay glued pathetically at his sides.

Then she does what he really wishes she wouldn’t – she moves her hands out of the way and takes the thing so far down her throat in a single swallow that she gags. Sudden and harsh. The wet noise in Swiss’ ears as her muscles spasm could make him sob for mercy from the Gods below. But he makes a gorgeous noise instead – a fully fleshed, pleasured moan that sends a shiver down the length of his spine and makes his toes curl as if he could feel it.

Something about that is mortifying.

Sunny doesn’t make it any better.

“Does that feel good? You like that?”

He shouldn’t look, but he does anyway. He tilts his head down from where’d he’d thrown it back towards the ceiling and she’s pulled the cock from her throat and has replaced her mouth with her hand, stroking it from root to tip languidly and letting the frenulum ghost against her already-swollen lips as she breathes against it. Gasping. Panting. That smug grin is still there, multiplied tenfold now.

Swiss’ brows knit together in bewilderment and his chest rises and falls wildly. Does that feel good? Of course it doesn’t.

He can’t take his eyes off of her, no matter how hard he tries to pry them away. Her tits are heavy against either side of the cage. Warm. He’s sure he looks crazy.

“You like it when I take you so far down that I choke on it?”

There’s a dangerous lilt to her voice that Swiss has only heard maybe once or twice before. Once was when he passed this very room from the hall and had shamefully lingered around enough to listen in on whatever sinful pleasures she was putting a very whiny Mountain ghoul through during the middle of the day on a Wednesday, and the other time he’d experienced it himself (She’d somehow gotten him into a skirt and he’d never cum so hard in his life. Also, on a Wednesday…).

The tone of her voice now is no different. She hums, the end of the noise rising in pitch slightly, and lies a sharply manicured hand against the center of his tummy, tracing the valley of his sternum with her claw. Her skin feels molten, like fire against his.

His jaw is already beginning to feel sore.

“Tell me,” she says, “tell me how good it feels.”

A quick puff of air huffs through his nose as the frustration builds beneath his skin. His jaw tries desperately to form words around the intrusion but nothing makes it past. He’s been muted. His hips suddenly twitch upwards and she replaces the hand on his tummy onto his hip bone to bruisingly press him back into the mattress. It’s all beginning to make his head spin and he isn’t quite sure how to feel.

The multi ghoul’s brow furrows into a look of confusion mixed with something teetering on red-hot irritation. His fists bury themselves into the raised stitching on her comforter and he feels his claws catch on the individual threads.

Time seems to stop for a moment. The only sound he can hear is the flood of his own blood pounding in his ears. Satan below, he can feel the harsh beat of his undead heart pounding against his ribs as she eyes him hungrily, looking him over like a predator to her prey.

Swiss isn’t sure he’s ever been in a position so humiliating in his entire second chance at life, and he really isn’t too sure how he got here in the first place.

Is this what Rain felt like? Dew? When he’d held them down and spit venomous words at their submissiveness? Made fun of them for their inability to put up a fight? Is this what Mountain feels when he slips into the ghoulette den late at night? Is this what they crave? This twisted, cruel feeling? Powerlessness? Humiliation? It’s strange. It’s… intoxicating.

Sunshine gathers up a ball of saliva on her tongue and spits. It spatters the underside of the silicone cock and covers his lower tummy in a transparent, sticky glaze. It snaps Swiss back into his conscience but he barely has time to register her next move before the ghoulette is crawling up and settles over his tummy, her cunt pressed to his thick happy trail and her hands on either of his pecs. Her pinky finger spreads his own saliva thin until it’s cool and tacky. She’s absolutely soaked between her thighs.

He knows it’s coming, but when she begins to move her hips, grinding over his abdomen and coating the length of it in slick, he feels like he nearly passes out. He’s so hard, yet not nearly hard enough, and his entire vessel pulses with the pulsing of his blood rushing through his veins like a rampant river.

It’s the first time he’s been able to actually feel her on his body and it’s not nearly enough. She feels so good on top of him as she grinds. So hot, so slick. But he wants her on his dick – and not the fake one. He wants her to free him from his cage so he can inflate to fullness and impale her in an instant, make her pay for this torture that he’s putting him through until she’s begging for him and apologizing for this game she plays. But he doesn’t. Because she won’t. She’ll keep grinding and getting him all messy, digging her nails into his skin and pulling unrelentlessly at the curls on his chest until he’s raw.

She dips her middle finger deep into her hole, all the way to the knuckle, and smears the wetness over his bottom lip. He can’t taste her – just another one of her games. Her taste gets lost in the saliva dripping from his lips like a broken faucet. But he can smell her and it hits his senses like a truck. His eyes dilate until that pretty gold is nothing but an eclipse in an instant. It takes everything in him to keep his fists clenched in the comforter. A few broken seams can be mended when it’s all over.

She continues to grind, moaning with every slide across his abdomen with her eyes fixed downwards on the shiny trail she leaves behind. Swiss drools so heavily it begins to coat the underside of his chin and the dark front of his neck. Sunshine can only admire his ability to be so good for once. For her. She deserves it, afterall. How could he leave her for last?

“Swiss, darling,” she sings and bends at the waist to lean over him. Her tits hang in his face just out of reach. If only he could get them in his- “You’re burning up. What’s the matter? Can’t take a little heat?”

She runs the flats of her palms over the rounded tops of his shoulders and down over the tense, defined muscles of his biceps. He feels her warming them with that inhuman-like warmth and wants to feel them trail down the ridges of his ribs to fondle his balls and release his cock from- “Just a little more won’t hurt, will it? I know you can take it.”

She almost sounds like she’s mocking him for things he doesn’t remember saying.

Sunshine might as well be dabbled in the realm of quintessence with the way that her hands begin to trail down his sides, just like he needed them to. Her fingers skit over his ribs, leaving the lightest tickle in their wake as they go, and Swiss whimpers from behind the gag when she never stops. Her hands dance over the tops of her own thighs to find his hips. His cock throbs against the cage–he’s positive he’s leaking through the metal because he can feel it licking at his taint–and his lashes flutter closed when that manicured hand, so nice and warm, finds and cups his balls. Her other hand reaches for silicone.

She sinks down over the entire glittery thing in a single quick drop of her hips.

It pushes every atom of oxygen from Swiss’ lungs.

He can’t breathe. He can’t. Her hand is gone in an instant with the slide into her cunt, and she must be set on really trying to kill him because she instantly sets a brutal pace, doing all of the work herself without a care in the world if the ghoul below her feels like his lungs are burning or if the harness around his hips is tight enough to leave a mark. It’ll definitely leave a mark.

She rides him like she’s been withheld of cock. Rising, dropping, she uses his body simply to support herself as she takes it, moaning loud and unabashed with every single wet slide up inside of her. And then suddenly Swiss begins to notice from behind a haze of drool and lightheadedness that she’s beginning to huff. Those pretty moans have gone harsh, punched out, and her thighs are braced tighter on either side of him. Her knees are pressed so sharply into his ribs that he’s beginning to choke around little mewls of pain.

Her stamina is quickly waning and he wants to help ease that burning in her thighs before she slides off. She’s just too beautiful like this, all fiery, frizzy curls and gorgeous tits bouncing in time with the rest of her curvy body. For the first time since she mounted him he untangles his fists from fabric and tries to place them on her waist, but the Ghoulette is quick to notice through huffs of exhaustion and pleasure.

“No, no, no,” she pants. Suddenly Swiss’ camera is dropped roughly into the center of his chest with a thud. He loses his breath once again – a quick stream of air from the nose. “If you wanna touch something then be useful and get that camera ready.” Then she says the thing that nearly makes him forget about the photo altogether: “For fuck’s sake, Swiss. Fuck me like you mean it.”

His hips are rising from the mattress before he realizes it. Quick, stuttery punches. He tries to meet her like he normally would, but he still doesn’t have his hands and the angle is just all wrong. It’s awkward. Difficult for some reason, and no matter how he tries to punch his lower body upwards or wait even a second longer to find that good spot, it doesn’t feel right for either of them. His dick is in the wrong place. He hates it.

“Fuck me, Swiss. Do it correctly.”

There’s something venomous in her voice that makes Swiss head swim and his tummy tighten, but fuck, he’s really trying.

Finally, after a couple poorly-timed thrusts and a tear of sharp claws into his waist, he begins to get it and the ghoulette is happy to meet his desperate thrusts with expert drops and rolls of her hips, moaning and cursing with her bottom lip tugged between her fangs. When her abdomen tenses hard and tight he expects to feel her squeezing around his dick. His body prepares for it, tensing on its own and preparing himself to try not to cum, but there’s nothing. Nothing except the odd, null sensation as his head catches up and remembers that that thing is not part of him – that the part that is is currently locked away, deprived of any and all pleasurable sensation.

That cruel, metal cage… He’ll never use it again – neither for himself or on anyone else. He’d rather be sent back to the pit than experience this torture again, or submit anyone else to it for that matter.

But Sunshine seems to be wholly enjoying herself, if the noises she makes and the squelching sound of her wetness around the toy’s girth is any indication.

Swiss, on the other hand, is suffering.

He can watch her bounce on his cock all day, can watch her grind for hours before having the thought of cumming even cross his mind, but the lack of stimulation is maddening. It’s a cruel illusion that somehow also manages to make his balls want to explode.

His cock strains against its unforgiving confines. Throbbing. Hot. And he chokes out a garbled moan when she leans back and places her hands on his thighs to brace herself as she shows off all of her body to him. Her cunt takes that stupid cock so perfectly, stretching and molding itself to suck it back inside. She rises and lets the tip kiss her entrance before sliding back down and taking the entire thing to the base. It knocks a yelp from her throat.

That should be him. He should feel it. He still doesn’t. He won’t.

“I knew you’d feel this good. Knew I had to fuck this cock one way or another. And don’t I look so good doing it?”

She’s goading him again.

His fingers are gripped so crushingly tight onto either side of his camera that his knuckles are pale. He’s beginning to shake from his overwhelming need and desire to be freed. If it wasn’t locked with a key he’d do it himself.

He needs to touch her, squeeze at the fat on her thighs and wrap his arms around her waist. A particularly hard drop has her plump ass slamming against the base of his dick and the multi ghoul cries out, loud and harrowing, from behind the bright pink intrusion in his mouth. His jaw aches so badly, his throat now, too.

“Take it now,” she pants, eyes closed and mouth slack. “I like the way you cry out for me.”

She rides him with a perfect bow to her spine to show off her body as one of her hands tangles its way into her curls and the other clutches on tightly to her right breast, kneading and groping the flesh. Her dusky nipple pokes out right above the webbing between her middle and ring finger. Swiss fumbles for the right buttons and waits for the blinking light to turn on, cursing when it seems to take twice as long as usual, and finally raises the camera shakily to line up the shot.

He moans with every slap of her skin against his as if he’s tied himself to the silicone toy, and Sunshine seems to like that. She encourages him, commanding that he be louder and hurry it up because her thighs are really beginning to burn in this position. He struggles to get the frame just right because he’s unable to stay still. She must be trying to make this as hard as possible. Difficult – she makes everything difficult.

He keens when she moans and Sunshine puts everything she has left into those last few bruising drops. She’s going to make sure he feels it. It may not be what he needs, but she’ll make him feel something in return for allowing him to have his silly little photograph.

He snaps the picture randomly, in the heat of the moment, and if the picture happens to come out a little blurry in the end, who cares?

Her tits, frozen in time, and the look of pure satisfaction on her face as she pleases herself and takes him apart is nothing short of perfect. He’ll never feel quite like this ever again.

Finally, Swiss’ polaroid collection is complete.

#sunshine ghoulette #swiss ghoul #nsft #the polaroid collection #nameless ghoulettes #ghoulettes

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bobacupcake · 2 years

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compilation of things i did in the 4 years before we started dating and i realized that i had a massive crush on my best friend the entire time. keep in mind that despite all of these things i was still in denial that i had a crush on her the entire time

privately swore off dating anyone for the rest of my life because i didnt want someone in my life to be more important to me than she was (like not subconsciously. this was something i actively told myself)

got jealous of a 12 year old who confessed to her through miiverse on splatoon

youve heard of kindating but i did the opposite. any time she liked a character i always ended up liking the character that was romantically involved with that character even if they were nothing like me. drew fanart of us as these characters along with all our friends. actively hated ships that involved shipping those two characters with any characters that werent eachother

any time she Wasnt into a media i was into , my favorite character would almost always end up being the one that reminded me of her. there werent a lot of these because the majority of things i decided to get into were because she got into them

spent like half an hour one day looking at pictures of her with a focus on looking at her lips . came to the conclusion that yeah of course id be ok with not getting to kiss her but only if no one else got to do it

had three dreams where i kissed her. one of them we got married. two of these dreams were semi lucid dreams and the reason i kissed her was because i realized i was dreaming, went, "oh! i can do whatever i want!" and kissed her in the dream

talked enough about her enough at school that the entire marching band knew about her. and also were all convinced i was in love with her

got a little purple plastic ring and tied it to my shoelace because her favourite color is purple and i wanted a reminder that she was always with me. then got a matching homestuck necklace with her and always wore that. then got a pin of her favourite cucumber quest character and always wore that.just as a reminder she was alawys with me . i would break the rules sneak it under my marching band uniform so that i could keep wearing it when we preformed at competitions and stuff. literally would not go anywhere without that pin some where on my person

every new pokemon game i would always have her favorite pokemon on my team and name her after her. absolutely maxed out friendship and affection im talking luxury ball soothe bell massage nonstop attention in pokemon amie any time fullness or enjoyment dropped. walking into the elite four with a level 80 litwick with the rest of my team at level 60 (her favorite pokemon turned out to actually be pikachu)

when we started meeting in real life i would start like. timing my haircuts so my hair would be the perfect length when i visited her. get bath bombs for the first time in my life and use them the night before flying. spend like 2 hours letting my conditioner set in the night before to maximize how soft my hair would be (this was futile as airplanes always ruin my hair but i kept doing it anyways). use lip balm for some reason (literally did not use lip balm at any other time in my life)

anyways that went on for 4 and a half years telling myself and everyone around me that yeah this is normal we are just bestfriends :) i do not secretly have the biggest crush known to mankind on her

#absolutely more that im forgetting #the thing that finally made me realize was her confessing to me it was requited the whole time and neither of us knew #i took my new adhd medication for the first time today and i guess this is how its manfiesting

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demonic-narwhale · 4 months

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just like many things I'll start something then toss it aside and we've done this before but here's the protocol: Eel saying she has this file on her computer for a long while now. And she knows she won't get back to this any time soon so here we go

Ok here's some explanation to this whole jazz:

Due to Scratch being like fuchsia blood (because of course) and so the Felt all wear some sort of uniform looking clothes. Tie in to how all wear similar green suits and stuff. And of course their blood colors are placed on them ya know.

(Minus HK posing as an olive as she's a lime, she doesn't have any powers as a lime. Like no ability to shoosh or calm high bloods lol. I just think it's funny and allows for there to be a reason that HK's there. Aka Scratch intimidation, she works as a cleaner so she doesn't have to worry about her getting hurt/blood reveal moment, and she'd rather not get caught by some other trolls or something tee hee)

Here's some silly info: (some stuff has been changed from previous post from some days or month(s) ago)

Heights aren't like up to date as the line up is really just to show their clothes and designs (or lack of)

Matchstick while a burgundy his sign is supposed to also kinda resemble wings. Like it's the most "trust me you gotta squint" sort of shit. But it's cuz I wanna give him a moth (perhaps plus some other animal) sort of lusus cuz hah light. Fire. He extinguishes fire but like haha lusus attracted to the light. and and and and and and and eel is trying her best here

Stitch is the only goldie but it's just funny that not only does he have no psionics to start off with, but also just like his og one eye got fucked up. So even if he did then it's like real weak. Just cuz like eye retina(??) and brain yeah im no surgeon

Sawbucks and Quarters to me are just like the guys who can take a fuck ton of hits? so indigo. yeah. that's all. Like Cans ofc can but I also just think of him more in an offense manner and Quarters takes up the defense

Die gets the cone of shame. fucking loser.

I was entertaining the idea of Clover and HK switching blood colors just cuz I can go "Haha Clover's soooo lucky that he's still alive" yadda yadda. But then, he wouldn't be able to get all weird and freaky with chuckle voodoo stuff. Yeah should he have that access? No :)

I could've made Trace a violet too but I felt like in their sprites, Fin (to me) is much more obvious to being a shark. Like look at that fuckin mug ya know? So i just went with making just Fin a violet.

the idea was to keep it where like there's more lowbloods than highbloods but ya know what. Just realized the only three midbloods I got are fucking Die Crowbar and Snowman. The sequence (ok I'll probably add someone else to the midbloods)

While I could've just made their blood off of like their ball or hat color, I felt like it'd be fun to see what blood color id assign them considering like their attributes or personalities like Itchy to me is an olive as I like to think that olives can be more rowdy or energetic? yeahhh like ofc not all but just for this yes

Also the idea of Itchy being a goldie sounds disastrous

Oh SHIT SAWBUCK IS A TEAL IM CHANGING HIM TO A TEAL OHAGUH

Doze is a burgundy but also like his sign a 2 and and anddd hourglass looking hehehe

Itchy was supposed to look like that dangly bit from the grandfather clock. And the others I gave up trying to implement some time looking reference

I know Snowy's pants are like so obvious cuz hahah spider web haha but BUT I AM SO HAPPY FOR HOW IT LOOKS. LIKE PANTS BUT COULD LOOK LIKE A SKIRT DRESS THING IF STANDING LEGS CLOSED AND AOUGH YEAHHHH

Oh yeah I'll also be adding or trying to come up with their clothes when not in uniform but that's a maybe. Maybe. There's ideas like I got Clover and Fin's but the others? yeah good luck.

Also I just really like ponchos or like the coat duster thingy yeahhhh

Also also PS. if there's like any questions please feel free to ask just cuz there's some other things I wanna talk about but it's either for characters not here or I am blanking

#my art #the felt #itchy #doze #trace #clover #fin #die #crowbar #snowman #stitch #sawbuck #matchsticks #quarters #hk #Intermission But Trolls

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widevibratobitch · 5 months

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#me: i wear makeup for fun teehee #also me when i go out in public without makeup: everyone hates me and i should kms #anyway. yeah. funny. i just feel like i dont deserve to live and take up public space if i dont make an effort to conform even a little #but then again its not like i actually do my make up to be 'pretty'. i just like to make sure that there's enough #colourful glittery bullshit on my face to distract everyone who looks at me from the fact that im fucking ugly as shit lol #but i also genuinely do have fun doing it and i like looking Extra #idk maybe i wouldnt be having these issues if i had a more conventionally attractive face. but i fucking hate everything about it #and wish i could just claw it all off and start anew. and get a new skull too. one that doesnt have the bone structure of a fucking ball #idk i just feel like it's so fucking unfair that i look like THIS #and also simultaneously won the FUCKING OBSESSED WITH HOW I LOOK AND AM PERCEIVED trait in the great lottery of Things Wrong With You #i wish i could just not care.#but then again idk maybe it makes sense. maybe id be a much worse person if i were pretty since i wouldn't feel like i need to be #on my best behaviour 24/7 and must constantly Make Up For It to others so that i am Allowed to idk have basic human rights ig #anyway. bitches be like 'i hate plastic surgeries'. 10 minutes later 'i must get a nose job or ill kms'

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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 6 months

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Gamer Girly - part 2

link to part one • link to master list

cw: alcohol, bisexualness, idk me being half gay

MDNI 18+

not proof read, literally wrote this bc of my insomnia and not being able to sleep tonight

You and Geto texted to plan a FaceTime call in a few days as it worked for his schedule and you were beyond nervous. Even going as far as using your whitening strips and getting your eyebrows done. You planned it for Thursday evening, a time after Geto’s stream was over, before you, Utahime, and Haibara were about to go out to bars for Thirsty Thursday with your fake ID’s. You did your makeup and hair while listening to the squads stream rehearsing in your head what you think Geto would say. You picked out a black crop top and a short denim skirt to wear paired with your vans. As they wrapped up their stream you started feeling anxious and took a shot of a vodka mini bottle you had lying around your apartment to calm some nerves. As you swallow some orange juice as a chaser your phone buzzes from your desk.

‘hey just wrapped up, let me know when you’re free and I’ll shoot you a call. :)’

god texting him felt like you were flirting in high school all over again like a giddy innocent girl.

you set your macbook up on your desk so you could have a better view of him for the FaceTime.

‘sure, ready whenever you are!’ You respond.

Your anticipation leads to sweaty palms and sipping a white claw that was left in your fridge at some point as you pace around your bedroom, making sure everything in the background is okay.

your ringtone from your laptop goes off rather loud and you quickly sit at your desk but don’t press the answer button too soon. The 10 seconds it takes the call to load seems like years as you bounce your leg under your desk.

“hey!” You both speak at the same exact time, as you nervously giggle.

“How are you?” Comes out of both your mouths at the same time again.

“I’m sorry, you first,” you say as he chuckles with his eyes squinted close in the most precious way.

“I’m great, happy to be done streaming for the night and getting ready to go out with some friends, how about you?”

“I’m also going out with some friends for once! We don’t go to bars a whole lot but wanted to try one tonight. Other than that great now that I actually get to speak with you,” you admit, blushing.

“Yeah about that, this moderator thing is pretty easy, mainly the thing you have to watch out for on my discord is people sexualizing Shoko. She’s started to get butthurt about how she’s ‘more than a pretty face’” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Oh yeah of course…” you pause, “are you guys like dating or…?” You close your eyes not believing you just fucking asked that.

“Oh no no, she’s been Satoru and I’s best friend all through high school. We taught her to play and she has pretty much gotten better than us.”

“Satoru?”

“Oh sorry yes that is Gojo’s first name, we all go by our last names on the stream.”

“Oh yeah okay, makes sense,” you glance over at the notepad sitting next to your laptop wondering if you should be taking notes.

“I have to admit there’s not really a whole lot that goes into it, I just wanted to see you over FaceTime.” He grins, lighting up a blunt and casually looking at his screen to see your reaction.

He can’t be flirting with you…right? You decide to take the ball in your court, “well what can I say, I’m only one of your most devoted fans,” winking at him and hoping you don’t seem too lame.

He chuckles, taking a long puff of his blunt and passing it to someone off the screen.

You dare to ask, “also sorry if this is too personal to ask so soon, but I saw your area code is close to where I go to college, can I ask where you’re from?”

He looks like his brain is trying to fit pieces together for a moment, looking up at the person he passed the blunt to. “Uh, yeah I’m from Shibuya and I go to university here.”

Your jaw drops, “like University of Shibuya?”

“Yeah, are you familiar with it?” He asks.

“I’m a junior here! I had no idea you guys were from around here or went to the same school!”

You hear Gojo in the back whisper “oh my fucking god”

Suguru shoots daggers at Gojo, still off screen, and doesn’t know what to say.

“We don’t have to meet up or anything if you’re uncomfortable with it! We can just pretend like we didn’t talk about this,” you blush nervously thinking he was put off by something you said.

“No, no, I mean it would be great either way. Just was a little surprising that’s all.” He responds, no longer looking around for Gojo, just focusing on you on his screen.

“Yeah well I’ll promote you to a moderator tonight and have the other mod text you to kinda explain the situation.” The dark haired mystery man smiles awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh and the pay, uh how does $20 per hour sound?”

“Yeah sure whatever you’re willing to pay I’ll take it!” you say almost too eagerly. You knew mods got paid kind of well but you didn’t know it was this good. If he streams 7 days a week for 2 hours, that’s already $280 a week. Plus the time you spend in discord on the chats.

“Okay well I’ll be in touch…” he trails off and you can’t tell if he’s either high or just uninterested in your conversation. (In reality Gojo had a girl sitting on his lap sucking his face off and Suguru was trying to decide if he was disgusted or turned on)

“Yeah, thank you for picking me! Look forward to talking with you,” you say hoping he’s not regretting his choices noting that he got a little awkward after the talk about being local arose.

“Yeah, see ya,” he says too casually with hardly a hint of a smile on his face. You click the ‘end call’ button and sigh. It seems like this unobtainable crush you had on suguru for the past 9 months was still just that. Why had you never seen him around town or campus? Granted, it was a really big school and everything but never once had you seen him, by god you would remember that face.

You snap out of your trance back to your white claw and scroll to find your texts with Utahime while you down the can

‘your place in 10?’ you text her.

‘Yes, sorry kinda last minute but some of haibara and i’s other friends are going to come too’ she texts back and you groan, not in the mood to meet new people.

The thought of having to be social enough to go to the bar was anxiety inducing, but now having to actually meet people before you’re drunk? You grab two more of the mini bottles of vodka you have in your freezer downing one and shoving the other in your pocket for when you get to Utahime’s apartment.

You walk into her unlocked flat without knocking, being too in your head from the FaceTime call and what it meant. Utahime is sitting on the counter, Haibara between her legs as they are making out passionately. Her arms wrapped around his neck, legs spread in her skirt so Haibara (and you) can see her turquoise panties.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you giggle staring at the scene in front of you. “I thought you were expecting me.”

Utahime, obviously embarrassed jumps down from the counter acting like nothing happened and walks over to give you a hug. Wearing a blue skirt, white shirt, and red bow in her hair she looks as cutely innocent as ever. You looked about as opposite as her as possible with your ripped denim skirt, black crop top revealing your cleavage just perfectly, and black and white checkered vans.

“How did the call go?” She asks as Haibara excuses himself to the bathroom trying, but failing, to hide his boner from their make out session.

“Great but I have news about like the four of them -“ you’re cut off by a knock at the apartment door.

In walks a girl with white hair, a black button up black mini skirt, with knee high socks. She was accompanied by two average looking men, obviously whipped by her aura.

“Mei Mei!” Utahime runs over to her and gives her a hug. You’re a little taken aback by the warm welcome this new girl received versus your very awkward one. Well I guess that’s what you get for not knocking.

Haibara comes out of the bathroom looking like he just splashed cold water on his face and neck, “Bayer, Kokun, good to see you.” Walking up to them to dab them up.

You take this opportunity to down the mini bottle in your pocket and take a sip of Utahime’s sprite she left sitting on the counter. Sheeeeesh, three mini bottles and a white claw in before you even leave for the bar? You’re feeling pretty good and confident. Walking in on the couple’s make out session made you realize how long it had been since you got any action. Besides your vibrator working over time, usually after Geto’s streams.

You force yourself out of your thoughts and walk up to the trio chit chatting with the couple and introduce yourself. “Hey I’m y/n” and extend your hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you, y/n, Utahime has told me a lot about you.” Mei Mei says in her naturally sultry voice. Your eyes nervously look at Utahime, consider she had never mentioned this attractive white haired woman to you before.

“We’re new friends, she just moved in down the hallway and these two guys helped her move in.” Utahime says reading your mind.

“Ah nice to meet you, I’m just a few floors up if you ever need anything.” You respond.

“All we’re missing is Yuki right?” Mei Mei asks as she directs her attention to Utahime.

“Yeah but who knows if she’ll show up. I’ll text her to just meet us at the bar.”

With that, the group heads out to go to one of the dive bars in the city, a little place with karaoke on Thursdays. Supposedly Mei Mei knows the bouncer quite well, walking up first in the crowd to whisper something in his ear, finger trailing down his chest. You’re not sure what she said to him, only that his cheeks turned red and he let the 5 of you in without checking your IDs at all. From what you heard this place didn’t let fakes in very easily so you wonder what could have bribed that man. You grab a high top table in the back near the pool tables with Utahime and Mei Mei as the 3 boys go to grab you drinks.

“Can we sing a girls song together?” You propose to the two.

“Y/n are you drunk already? You’d never suggest that sober.” Utahime raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about the spice girls?” You ask ignoring her question. Mei Mei nods with a slight smirk. As you go up to put your name on a slip of paper the boys come back with the drinks. The DJ winks at you and you immediately regret your decision.

A few songs later and it seems your drink is gone, listening to the boys talk about sports and video games, as the two girls chat about their one annoying neighbor on their floor that has the loudest sex imaginable.

You walk up to the bar and stand patiently next to a tall beautiful blonde woman.. you try not to stare as the bartender comes over to her and asks her order. “I’ll take a whiskey and ginger ale, and whatever this girl is having.” She smirks pointing her thumb over to you. “Vodka cran please,” you squeak out to the bartender, nervously smiling at her.

The man goes to make the drinks as she sticks out her hand, “Hi pretty, I’m Yuki.”

“Oh you’re Yuki! Friends with Mei Mei and Utahime?” You stumble out the words remembering her name from earlier.

“Sorry, I’m y/n. I’m here with them tonight, I can take you to them if you’d like?”

Yuki leaves her card with the bartender and hands you your drink. “After you,” she smiles taking the first sip of her drink looking you up and down smugly. You grab her free hand with her vape in it and weave from the bar back to the table you all had claimed.

“I found someone you guys may know?” You shyly interject trying to be funny. The whole group erupts into various versions of “Yuki! Oh my god so good to see you!” She props herself up on the last open barstool at the table. Baggy red cargo pants and a black crop top, no bra with nipple piercings pretty obvious. She catches you staring and nods her head in a “come here” kind of way.

“So what’s your type?” She asks.

“Uh what?” You question back.

“What’s your type of woman?…or man I guess.” She eyes you up and down as if trying to determine your sexuality.

“Uh… I like long hair? And someone who can have a good time?” You’ve never had to answer that question on the spot so you think your answer was decent enough.

She lets out a chuckle and takes another sip of her drink. “So you’re not playing for a single side I’m hearing.” She smirks and puts her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I guess not” you smile back realizing how close your faces are.

Just then the DJ announces the next karaoke names, “y/n, Utahime and Mei Mei are going to sing us Wannabe by the Spice Girls!”

“y/nnnn” a tipsy Utahime grabs your hand and starts rushing you three to the stage. One thing you forgot about this place is you have to take a shot before singing. You three take your shots of what tastes like battery acid, stinging going down and trying not to think about it as the music starts.

The 90s classic song gets ever girl in the bar singing and dancing at the edge of the stage and you see Haibara behind the crowd video taping your performance.

Your words are starting to slur slightly and you are just having a great time feeling like a pop star. You swear up in the balcony of the bar you see a white head of hair jamming out and screaming the words but hey everyone’s having a good time!

The song comes to a close and the three of you get escorted off stage. You split from the two and say “I’m going to step outside to smoke for a second,” as you do when you drink.

You walk up to the back door of the bar and as you go to push, you feel someone else pull. With the alcohol in your system, your reaction time is a little delayed. Before you know it you are falling forward towards the gravel with your arms out.

“Oh Jesus Christ” you mumble out assessing the damage while you sit up so you are on your knees. Only a few scrapes as the person on the other side of the door comes up to you and puts a hand on your back.

“Oh my god are you okay I’m sorry,” you hear a familiar voice. Too familiar.

You turn around to meet amber eyes inches from your face.

“Geto?” Your jaw drops.

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A/N I had to go through my archives to see what someone would wear to a bar in 2018 😭 and look up a discord mods hourly pay on google 😭 also had a bi panic moment w Yuki and Utahime and MeiMei as usual if you can’t tell

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antiradqueerguy · 26 days

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:33 < the rqs have taken up a new website:

[id: (if this works) a screenshot from tumblr saying "Yknow what else is antiestablishment with little to no censorship ?? US AS A COMMUNITYYYY !! It functions kinda like amino I think, so I made the first (to my knowledge) and definitely currently the only minds.com radqueer group !" and an image of a little girl with brown hair in 2 pigtails tied up by 2 hair ties with 3 pink balls on them, she is doing the peace sign with her left hand and is wearing a light pink dress with some dark pink text (which icannot read) and a little dark pink bow on it. she has a dark pink backpack and is smiling very hard, with her eyes wide open. the text "Radqueer minds ! 🍓🌈| Minds" over on top of it. and the bottom it says "Hiyaaaa ! Wanted to get away from all the antis getting us termed on tumblr ? Look no further ! <3" "Feel free to join <33" end id]

:33 < hopefully idid that right but uh

:33 < felt like informaing you about this, ignore if you already know but uh, yea. they decided just to escape tumblr and go to a whole nother app because "oo antis are banning us even though this is an awful and unsafe community, especially for kids, so lets get another app that can be our own, its 'freedom of speech'" cause it claims to have "no censorship" soo

Yeah I've seen that The moderators are bitches ngl

they have rampant republicans, zionists, racism, etc. all over the site

I'm honestly surprised they would even move to a site like that seeing the hundreds of MAGA groups.

#anti radqueer #anti #tw: Maga

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PEDRI VS INTERNET | Men's Health España - Translation

What is Pedri's name?

Well, my name is Pedro although many people don't know it and think that my name is Pedri. Everybody calls me Pedri but on my ID card it really says Pedro.

What was Pedri like as a child?

I guess you're looking for photos but if you find any videos, I was a very rowdy guy, very restless and very energetic. Yes, I always carried a ball. The normal thing in photos is that I have a ball in my hand or at my feet. I always went everywhere with a ball.

Where is Tegueste?

In Tenerife, in the north and it’s a very nice town, I recommend you to go visit it and if you are going to then you should pass by my parents' restaurant. For the upcoming Springfield collection, we will bring out a t-shirt that will have coordinates. Those are the coordinates of my town and well I hope that you look forward to it and that you like it.

Where did Pedri play when he was little?

When I was a little boy I played in Tegueste for the team in my town. From there I went to Laguna and then I went to Las Palmas and now I am at Barça.

Why does Pedri have the number 26?

Well, in the two competitions that I have played with the national team, both the Euros and the World Cup, I have always worn the number twenty-six. The first time was because I was one of the last and there were almost no numbers left and I liked it because my favourite number, as many people know, is eight and two plus six is eight. In the World Cup, I kept 26 because it brought me a bit of luck during the Euros.

Are Pedri and Gavi brothers?

We are not brothers; we are always together, and it seems like it. But no, he is Andalusian, and I am Canarian, and we speak very differently and well each one with a different accent. It is true that I have met people who have confused me with Gavi because of the simple fact of being with me but yeah it happens.

Does Pedri have siblings?

Yes, I do have one brother and he is one of the most important people in my life. He is always with me everywhere, either here in Barcelona or on vacation in Tenerife. I always have him present in my life, he helped me a lot. Recently they confused him with me, he had just left with my car and people asked him to stop and sign autographs and he said "Why, i am not Pedri."

How many Ballon d’Or’s does Pedri have?

I wish I had one but no, at the moment I don't have any. I was at the gala because they gave me the Kopa trophy and the following year I went to present that trophy to Gavi and well I have not been lucky enough to have any and it is very complicated.

How many goals has Pedri scored with Barca?

It's complicated because I don't count them. But I think it's three in my first season, then five or four and in the last one seven. I'm going to say fourteen or fifteen I think it should be that. I don't have the result, I don't think I am wrong. (You scored sixteen). Ah, I missed some. I did not remember.

How does Pedri celebrate goals?

Well, if you have looked up how I celebrate it, I celebrate it by making glasses, although when I went to Hormiguero they told me they were binoculars. I came up with it one day with my father at home because I wanted to dedicate it to him and since that day I liked it and I always dedicate it to him because he wears glasses.

What did Pedri buy with his first paycheck at Barça?

Well, with my first salary, I have already mentioned it, the first thing I did was to buy a car for my parents and well, it was something that I really liked because my father likes cars a lot and it was a gift that I really like to give to him.

What does Pedri's haircut look like?

I am not a hairdresser and I don't even know the name of the haircut I have, the truth is that I have a very good hairdresser, I send my regards to Saul. The truth is I always have a fresh and very comfortable haircut. He always does what I want and he’s always the one doing it.

The internet says its called “mid fade”

I didn't even know that’s what it’s called, I always tell him the usual and he just always cuts everything the same.

What does Pedri wear?

Well above all I dress very very comfortably, very casually. Comfort is what I want most when it comes to clothes and well I do not pay much attention, especially when I go to training since I am going to wear the training kit later.

What is the restaurant of Pedri's parents?

Well, it is in Tenerife, in Tegueste, in my town and is called La Tasca Fernando for my grandfather and now for my father. Yes, I highly recommend the restaurant because you eat very well there, I am not just saying so, just go to try it.

What car does Pedri have?

Well, I have changed it a lot. In the beginning, I used to drive the Cupra I got it from the club, and it is a very very comfortable car. Then I had the green mini, the famous green mini everyone liked and now thanks to Ok Mobility I have a Porsche Cayenne, that’s also very comfortable.

What does Pedri Potter mean?

Well, it’s a name that Luis Enrique once called me and now some of my teammates always tease me with that nickname. I guess it's because of the magic that Harry Potter had and they associate it a bit with my style.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #fc barcelona #fc barça #barça #*interview

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petertingle-yipyip · 2 years

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ANGEL BABY - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 2,037

Summary: Hell’s Kitchen’s badass, fearless vigilante is the literal opposite when drunk… Especially when his favorite person - his girlfriend - is around. (this piece is lowkey rushed bc i wrote it in like two hours but i kinda like it so)

Retail in Hell’s Kitchen was by far worse than retail anywhere else, and you were willing to bet your life savings on that.

All $72.43 of it.

If you got through one shift without someone throwing money at you or screaming at you, it was a great day at work. Not to mention that your coworkers constantly called off or just plain didn’t show, meaning your half shifts often got extended to full shifts and your full shifts added on overtime.

You were at your wits end with customers that day and were clocking out. As if on cue, your phone rang.

“Yeah?“ You humbled as you pressed the phone to your ear. You sighed loudly as the time clock buzzed at you and said you inputted your associate ID wrong.

“You’re a ball of sunshine.” Foggy answered. “Rough day?”

“If you consider people throwing a coffee at me, getting yelled at for not returning an item that didn’t even come from my store, someone leaving their dirty ass sandals in the shoe department, a different someone clogging the toilets with sensors and packaging after they stole shit, and touching someone’s wet shoes a rough day, then yes. I’ve had a rough day, Foggy.”

The time clock finally dinged and showed you were officially clocked out. You made a face to yourself and headed out the break room.

“Yeah, that sounds bad.. Wait, why were they wet?”

“I didn’t ask and the way those kids giggled about it told me I shouldn’t have…”

“That’s… disturbing.”

“What’s up? Why'd you call?”

“You coming to Matt’s tonight still, right? Me and Karen are going when we leave here.”

You sighed heavily as you waved to coworkers on your way out the door.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda tired and I smell like coffee and I’m sticky.”

“You say that like Matt doesn’t have a shower and wouldn’t let you borrow his clothes.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like aski-“

“He’s gonna offer as soon as you walk in.” He cleared his throat to prepare his imitation of Matt. “Here, Y/N. Wear this hoodie so you can be comfortable. Do you need anything else? I’ll give you all my stuff, just say the word.”

You laughed as you got into your car.

“That sounds just like him.” You smiled.

“Thank you. I’ve been working on that… So you’re coming?”

You sighed once again. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”

“Yes!” He announced happily.

“Alright, I gotta go. See you in a bit.”

You ended the call and took the short drive over to Matt’s. Once you got there, you grabbed your now sticky purse and headed up to your boyfriend’s apartment. You knocked a quick three taps before walking in and announcing your arrival.

“Hey!” You called, dropping your bag and keys by the door. “Today was terrible so please don’t ask.” You laughed weakly.

“Clothes are already in the bathroom for you, sweetheart.” Matt answered from the couch, pointing towards his bathroom.

“I love you.” You said happily, leaning over the back to kiss his cheek. “How’d you know?” You quirked a brow.

“I could smell the coffee on you as soon as you got to this floor.”

“Ah.” You nodded in understanding. “It’s shitty coffee, too.”

“Yeah, it is.” He laughed. “Foggy and Karen should be here soon, alright?”

“I’ll be quick.”

Matt turned to face you and took your hand. “Take your time, Y/N/N.”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead before practically running to the bathroom. You threw your still damp clothes across the room and hopped in, letting the warm water wash away the sticky feeling on your skin, both from the coffee and the overall terrible day at work. You toweled off and changed into the clothes Matt left out for you. The clothes were still warm and smelled like his laundry detergent.

When you stepped back into the living room, you were greeted by Karen and Foggy. Open bottles of liquor were scattered across the coffee table and empty beer bottles were piling up around them. Half full glasses were in everyone’s hands and Foggy was yelling about the perfect playlist. It made you realize just how long you took in the shower, which hadn’t felt that long while you were in there.

You dropped in beside Matt and chuckled as he threw his arm over your shoulders. He pulled you into his chest and held you tightly, resting his chin on top of your head. You made a small noise of surprise when he grabbed you, your hands landing on his forearm as he tugged you.

“I love you.” He mumbled into your hair. “I love you so much.”

“I love y-“ You tried to sit up as you talked but he pulled you back, allowing a strange sound to escape you. “Matt, can I- Can I get up?” You laughed.

“No.” He whined and wrapped a second arm around you.

“Matthew!” You laughed as he squeezed you. You kicked your feet slightly and tugged his arm. “Let me up!”

“No, you’re mine.” He complained.

“Yeah, I know.” You gave in, collapsing against him. “I’m stuck, aren’t I?”

“You guys are so cute.” Karen said softly as she handed you a half full glass, clearly not as drunk as your male counterparts.

“Y’know he’s a big ass softie.” You teased and took a sip, reaching up to poke his cheek. “He acts all cool and tough when he’s DD, but he’s nothing but a teddy bear.”

Matt’s hand came and covered your mouth, though it only made you laugh more. You peaked up and saw him smiling proudly. You rolled your eyes, despite your own amusement.

“This song.” Foggy said suddenly, drawing out the two syllables. “Oooooh, I love this song!”

Matt took his hand away and replaced it across your chest, tapping his hands against you to match the song. Foggy stood and pulled Karen with him, swaying awkwardly to the slow music.

“What do you know about Ritchie Valens?” You laughed as you watched your friend stumble over his own feet.

Foggy turned and shushed you, making you giggle more and nearly choke on the rest of your drink.

“C’mon.” You slid the drink to the table and tapped Matt’s arms. “Dance with me.”

He groaned and dropped his head back, making a small noise of protest. You scoffed and pried his arms off you so you could get to your feet. He whined a complaint and chased after you, falling over on the couch cushions with a huff.

“Let’s go, twinkle toes. Get up.” You laughed and pushed him gently with your knee. “I know you’ll dance when it’s me asking so come on. Up.”

He closed his eyes and held out his hands, making little grabby gestures that made you facepalm. You heard Karen laughing from behind you, but you weren’t sure if it was at Matt or Foggy.

“How much did you guys drink already?” You laughed in amazement as you hauled your boyfriend to his feet.

“Pffffffft.” Matt answered, leaning most of his body weight against you. “Not-“ He hiccuped. “Not even that much.”

“Did you guys eat today?” You tried.

“Barely anything.” Karen answered with a sigh and a smile.

“That explains everything.” You nodded and slid out from under Matt’s arms.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned your head against his chest. His cheek rested on the top of your head as his arms surrounded your waist and kept

you close. Together, you two moved gently to the old guitar sounds that filled the room.

“I swear by everything I own, you’ll always, always be mine.” Matt sang gently, low enough that only you were supposed to hear.

You hummed softly to the music with Matt’s hands running gently up and down your back. He stepped back to take your hand and spin you as the song changed, causing you to giggle as you came back against his chest and began your sway again. One hand came to your face, his thumb tracing your features gently.

“I love you.” He said quietly, a dopey smile on his face.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned.” You teased and he frowned, to which you chuckled and leaned into his touch. “I love you too.”

“When you are near me, my heart skips a beat.” You sang with a smile. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, trying to bite back a smile of his own. “Because I love you, I love you, I do.”

Matt’s own grin seemed to grow wider as you repeated the words to him.

“My Angel Baby.” He said sweetly before he kissed you again, an enamored expression on his face when he pulled away.

“This song was playing when we met.” You noted as he spun you slowly. “Remember?”

“How could I forget?” He chuckled and pulled you to him. One hand pressed on the small of your back to keep you close and the other held your hand. He brought your hand to his lips for a gentle kiss as you two danced. “Foggy’s graduation party… You came with his sister.”

“Candace introduced us.” You nodded.

“But this song didn’t play when we met.”

“Yes it did.”

“Nuh-uh.” He shook his head with a playful smirk.

“Trust me. I know it was when we met.” You nodded confidently.

“It was playing when I fell in love with you.” He corrected, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Looks like it was the same moment then, huh?” You smiled.

“Love at first sight.” He chuckled.

“There’s the blind joke.” You leaned back and laughed, Matt offering a shit eating grin in return.

Matt walked you two back to the couch and pulled you to sit with him. You let out a surprised laugh, throwing your arms around his shoulders quickly and his arms snaked around your waist. You buried your face into the crook of his neck to laugh and smacked his chest gently.

“Y/N?” He said with a lazy smile, leaning his chin against your arm.

“Yes?” You gently ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing the wild strands.

“You’re just perfect. You know that?”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“You are.” He pouted.

“I believe you.” You nodded absently.

He huffed and dropped his head against your shoulder. You shook your head with a light laugh and patted his back gently. Matt squeezed your sides, making you jump in his laugh and he giggled.

“So sweet.” He mumbled against you, slowly falling to lay on the couch with every word he said. “So gentle… So loving.”

“Matt?” You tried as he began dragging you down, though he chose to ignore you.

“Such a pretty voice.. I love hearing you talk. Say something else.”

“Matt.” You tried again and reached for the opposite arm of the couch.

He sighed contently. “I love when you say my name. Say it again.”

“No, no. Hon, we’re goin’ down.” You moved to sit up but Matt only pulled you closer, forcing you two to finally flattening out on the couch.

You sighed and stared at the ceiling, one arm pinned under Matt and the other hung lazily over the arm he had wrapped around you. You craned your neck to see your friends, now sitting on the floor by the arm chairs. Karen offered you a grin and a thumbs up, Foggy nearly falling over as he aggressively did the same gesture.

You chuckled and turned to see Matt. His eyes were closed though his fingers drew letters against your skin, as if he hadn’t said the phrase enough that night.

I L-O-V-E Y-O-U.

“Matty, Matty, Matty.” You sighed playfully, earning a hum of response from him. “What am I going to do with you?”

He rolled himself on top of you, not releasing the grip he had around your waist. You coughed out a laugh before dropping one hand to his back and the other in his hair. You shook your head fondly and began moving your fingers in gentle patterns. It didn’t take long for the action to put him to sleep, you quickly following suit.

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 2 years

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#334

“You a cocksucker?... Don’t look so surprised. This rest stop is known for cruising queers. At least it was at one time. I’ve been driving for years, and spotting pole riding cum guzzlers is so easy. So are you a cocksucker?...

“Good! I have a few hours to kill before I have to head out. I’ve got full balls that may take a couple of loads to fully drain. You up for that? Or are you one of those fags that lose interest after five minutes of play?

“Speak up boy! You think you can last two or three hours? Good. Come with me to the driver’s side. Even though this place ain’t what it used to be, especially on a Tuesday morning, I don’t want anyone pulling in to see you strip naked for me.

“You seem to be saying ‘Yes Sir’ a lot. Are you one of those fags that likes to submit to a real man?... You like to be slapped around?... Figured.

“How old are you? Twenty-two? You look younger than that. Let me see your ID…. Jesus fuck! You just called me Sir not one minute ago. Now you balk. Look I had a run in with a fifteen-year-old a few years back at a truck stop, when I passed on him so that a bud could get his rocks off. The kid’s father walked in on them in the bathroom and the cops were called. I don’t need to deal with that shit. I’m not going to take your word; I don’t trust fags that much. So give me your ID. Don’t want to, then fuck off.

“Thought so. Hand it to me. Now strip! Completely naked, keep your shoes on. And keep your eyes lowered as you do. I want to see what I get to play with. Small frame with little musculature, that’s cool. I like that. Knee pads under your sweats? I love it. Whore. You can keep them on too…. Tiny forgettable pecker. Shaved smooth? Very nice….

“Look up. Got it. Yeah, I took your pic. I wanted a pic of your ID and your naked body in one pic. I already got a readable up close one of your ID. I told you I don’t trust fags. That’s my insurance policy. You ain’t going to steal from me.

“Show me your cunt…. What the fuck’s that look for?... You don’t like the word ‘Cunt’? Too fucking bad. It’s the best word to describe that hole between your legs. It certainly is not an asshole or a shithole. Real men have shitholes. It’s not a pussy, as pussies are on women or men that we care about. Cunts are holes whose sole purpose is to be used for sexual pleasure then tossed aside. I can’t think of better name for it.

“Hell, that would describe you. Ain’t that right Cunt?... I said, ‘Ain’t that right, Cunt?’… Cunt, now turn around, grab your ankles, and show me your cunt…. See that wasn’t too hard. Looks like you regularly get fucked, but since there’s no lube back here, you haven’t been plowwed today. Is that correct?... Good. I’ll make sure to load you up before I send you on your way.

“Gather your clothes and go put them in your car, lock it up, and come back here. You can keep your kneepads and your shoes on. You ain’t coming up in my cab wearing clothes. You might have a weapon. If you want to leave your shit on the ground while I am plowing your cunt and your toilet mouth for hours in my cab, I’m fine with that. But don’t look for a handout from me if your shit is gone when I kick you out.

“Thought so. Now go. Don’t cover up….

“…Fuck yeah boy, now lock it up. Nobody else is here, so take your time walking back to me…. Stop right there in the middle of the lot. Get on your knees with your head bowed down and your hands behind your back. Spread your knees far apart. Fuck yeah. Now turn around and do the exact same pose. Like that! What’s that in your hand? Oh, throw your keys to the side. Now lean forward with your face on the asphalt and your cunt up in the air. Keep that pose. I’m coming over.

“Cunt you are a sight. Buck naked in the middle of a parking lot in the middle of the day, with your cunt open to any man that walks by. I bet if this place was filled with other drivers, you would be doing the exact same thing.

“When was the last time you cleaned out your cunt?... Few hours ago? You ever have a trucker douche? That’s where you get cleaned out with the content of a driver’s piss bottles. I don’t like fag mud, and I want to make sure.

I have one of those sports nozzles on the bottle. It makes filling you up easier. I just hold it just in the cunt and squeeze. Fuck yeah. You are getting filled with my day-old golden nectar…. Clamp down. Let me step back before you unleash.

“Go! Fuck yeah! Push it out. Damn. You got some cunt muscles on you. I don’t think I ever had a cunt squirt so far.

“No cunt crud. Good. I have another bottle. But first, I need to do this…. You weren’t expecting handcuffs, now were you?

“…Don’t care. I also have a collar here…. Hold still. You look more like a cunt whore now. And I’m getting great pics of you. Yeah, I’ve been taking pics of you all along. My phone has sent them up to the cloud. They are for my own use. When I’m alone at a stop and no fag in sight, I’ll pull those pics up and see a cunt degrading himself for me. Here comes the second bottle.

“Cunt, your sewer of a cunt is thirsty! It is chugging it right down…. Clamp down. I’m pulling it out, and this time I want to get pics from a different angle. This time I want to get your face in it….

“I can see you are struggling to hold it in. Good. Just a few more seconds. Need to make sure my truck is not in the pic. Now look at me. Great. On the count of three, push it out as hard as you can. One… Two… Three… Squirt Cunt, squirt!

“Keep going. Fuck yeah. Damn Cunt! Anymore inside?... You shot further than last time. I’m going to help you get back on your knees…. You are a mess. Cunts usually are. Spin around so you can see the piss splatter you made. No chunks, so you were cleaned out after all....

“Hot isn’t it?.... Well, my dick thinks so. Look at the bulge in my pants. Huge, hunh? Let me take it out for you. This is a prime piece of midwestern beef—eight inches long and seven inches around. You cunts are always looking for numbers. Look at it up close. This is why you are here after all.

“No, it’s not going in your toilet mouth yet. First, it’s going to breed your cunt. Get that face on the ground and that sewer cunt up in the air…. I don’t give a flying fuck what you find gross. I want your face in that enema piss puddle, that’s why I turned you around. Now face to the ground now!

“Aww, fuck do I have to do everything?... That’s where I want your toilet face, in that piss puddle. Now don’t move. Cunt, I am in control here, not you. You need to be made aware of that. Apparently being naked, handcuffed, collared, and douched out isn’t enough. Well, my dick will need to reinforce that fact, and I’m only using the residual piss leaking out of your cunt as lube.

“Don’t worry, I won’t take long. The first load is always the quickest. Take a deep breath, cause this is going to hurt. This is the only fuck that I will let you make noise, cause it’s inevitable. After this, I will expect a quiet fuck….

“Feel the weight of my dick on your cunt? You really have me leaking. So it probably won’t hurt as much as I want. Ready?... Don’t care if you’re not…. Oh fuck! Scream you mother fucker…. Cunt, your cunt is like silk. Oh man it was made for my cock.

“You are going to get my ginger gunk to impregnate you in no time…. Oh man…. When I tell you to clamp down, do it. I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready…. Cunt get ready…

“Now, clamp down on my cock. Oh fuck yeah! Ahh! Ahh! Fuck yeah! Oh yeah!

“Your cunt is one of the best cunts I have ever used. Now that I’ve fucked you once, the next few times will take much, much longer. Hold still, hold still. You ain’t going anywhere. Just relax and enjoy my deflating cock inside you. Shhh. Shhh. Hold on I got to relax….

“…Ah there it is. You are getting flooded with my piss, directly from the source. This load will be inside you for a while. I’m going to plug you when we get back to the truck. So don’t leak on the walk back. Oh does this feels good to my cock. Nice and warm.

“I’m about ready to pull out, so use those talented cunt muscles to clamp down. Ok. Ok. Now!

“Let me get you back on your knees. Cunt, you are a mess. Your face has gravel and piss all over it. Open your mouth and clean me off. Hey, anything coming out of your sewer cunt needs to be cleaned off with your toilet mouth.

“We can do this the easy way or…. Thought you would. Let your tongue run all over it. Cunt you are learning. Ok. Ok. Let’s go back to the truck.

“It’s hard to walk hunh? Do your best. Remember don’t let any of my piss and leak….

“Now let me find that plug. Stand there next to my front wheel facing away from me. In fact, bend over a bit. Oh, I have to take a pic of this. It’s too beautiful not to.

“…Here we go. Hold still. This is an unusual plug. There! Let your cunt adapt to it. I know if probably feels weird. No, no. Keep bent over. I have to… There! It’s locked into place. That’s a lockable plug. Part of the mechanism is that it expands to more than double in width, so it can be pulled out or shit out, not without me unlocking it first. Speaking of unlocking, let me get those cuffs off….

“Now you can stand and turn around. Yeah, I had to strip off my pants, you made a mess on them. No problem, I also got my rimseat out. Time for me to put my rank ass on your tongue. You are now on ass clean up duty.

“Look at my hand. This is a remote control. What’s it control? That dog shock collar I put on you ten minutes ago….

“…Delivers one hell of a punch, hunh? That was on the low setting. It got you on the ground. It also delivered a message. You do what I say from now on, or you know the punishment.

“Roll over on your back. The rimseat needs to be installed over your face. Like that. You are a natural. Stick your tongue out for one more pic. I will shock you. There you go. Pics are done for now. Now it’s time for my ass to be taken care of.

“Smells ripe. Now taste it. Get used to it as I plan on sitting for a long time. We are out of view from anyone who should pull in, and I doubt anyone will. Some men like to be licked all along the crack. I expect 99% of your time to be devoted to you tongue fucking me. You may from time to time lick my crack and my shithole, but get back to fucking.

“Let me tell you about your predicament. I own you. I own every part of you, your worthless pecker—which will be locked up soon, your sewer cunt, and your toilet mouth. I own you.

“That collar is locked on and it will shock you should you stray more than 30 feet from the cab. To give you an idea of what 30 feet is. The flatbed is approximately 50 feet long. You can’t even make it to the back of the trailer before being shocked. Your car is over 100 feet away. And your keys are sitting in the middle of the lot about 50 or 60 feet. You ain’t leaving me.

“Keep tongue fucking me. Don’t slow that down while you are processing what I am saying. I have a couple of biker friends that will show up in a couple hours. They will use you before collecting your car and taking off. I will probably have you drink the contents of your cunt in front of them. So you have that to look forward to.

“I have been taking pics of you not only for my own enjoyment, but I have just posted them to a slave auction site. In a couple of weeks’ time, you will be inspected for sale. If they accept you as a candidate, you will be delivered to them about two to four weeks later. Until then, you will be locked in my cab.

“Know this. I have been collecting cunts like you for some time. Every single one of them got sold. It may not have been the first auction house who sold them, but they were sold. Cunts have tried to escape, but it never worked, and they never did it again. Later on tonight, I will play for you the videos of their punishment. No amount of begging or pleading ever stopped me from doing what’s going to happen to you. In fact, you start that shit, I can activate the setting on that dog collar, the one designed to shock a dog when he starts to bark. I could set that, and you wouldn’t want to utter one word.

“Oh man. I warned you not to slow down your tongue fuck. Well, it is time that you understand that my shithole needs constant attention no matter what is going on in your head. It’s best to pull back your tongue and close your toilet mouth. I don’t want you biting off your tongue as I do this.”

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