#i was too poor for this shit for SO LONG and now when it's an option i don't even get to go. because life shit never ends and i haven't...

[teaboot]

Is it really that bad if im between sizes of a binder and i size down? Cause i really dont care for my safety rn. I want my tits away i hate them so much fuck

Binding too tight can harm your back, ribs, skin, respiratory system, and chest even beyond just damage to the tits my guy. It sucks ass but if you fuck your body up too bad for short term results it’s very likely to fuck up your long-term goals, too

I’ve seen dudes with concave pecs, wobbly ribs, and poor grafts that needed corrective surgery on TOP of a mastectomy when they got theirs done, and the cosmetic effects like discolouration from chafing, scarring, inflammation, and fungal infections from binding too long improperly or too frequently can’t always be erased

Shit sucks ass HARD, but being gentle to your body now is an investment that pays off in the long-term.

Your body wants you to be safe and happy too, and it’s not its fault any more than it is yours. It doesn’t want to cause you pain. My best advice is to try to find a compromise and work towards your goals together

[whore-ibly-hot]

'Spoil your appetite.'

Yan!Deliquent x Fem!Reader x Yan!Stoner

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Innocence user, dub-con thieving, threesome, description of bodily fluids, oral, Afab body parts, panty stealing.

AN: Okay, maybe it took more than a few hours, but I DID IT! Been burnt out but pushed through.

"Alright, uh... cinnamon next?" The dark haired boy calls; focusing on the heavily crumpled piece of paper before him. "Pez?"

"Hm?" Pez, ever the distracted delinquent, look towards his friend from his spot by the kitchenette window, where he's currently venting his cigarette smoke out into the open air. "Shit, yeah. Here ya go'." He slaps the small plastic bottle into the hand of his long time friend. "What are we making again?"

"Just cinnamon rolls. Didn't feel like the canned ones, but I'm like..." Tyler zones out for a second before shaking his head, high from earlier clinging to him. "Hella craving some pastry, you know? Feel like a pregnant chick. Maybe I am pregnant..."

"We've got bigger problems than you having cravings if you're fucking pregnant." Pez snickers, getting a laugh from his friend, whose now slathering a buttery paste onto the laid out pastry. "I'm not paying child support if that's what you're after. Just cause you're a fatass doesn't mean you can say you're pregnant."

"What are you looking at, man? You're locked in over there." Tyler calls over his shoulder.

"Who do you think?" Pez looks over at his friend with a grin, causing Tyler to pause, brushing the flour from his hands onto a beat up apron as he quickly makes his way to the rickety windowsill.

"Sweet. The babe." Tyler says, head bobbing along like there's some music only he can hear. Pez nods as well, taking a hot drag from his cancer-stick and exhaling into the crisp fall air just beyond. Running a hand over his freshly shaved buzzcut, scratching slightly, he lets out a groan. "She uh... likes sweets, yeah? Sweet treat for a sweet thing."

"Work your magic, dude. Lemme get these in the oven." He fist bumps his friend before sliding into a dorky handshake and shoulder slap, as Tyler snuffs out his cigarette. 'Don't want wonder boy up my ass about smoking...' he thinks, entering the hallway with an empty hand.

Stepping out onto the campus, crisp leaves crunch under black combat boots as the punk glances around, moving like a slick predator towards its prey. "Hey, hot stuff. Saw you looking a little lonely over here, bet you're getting cold-"

Before the voice even registers, the hand on your ass does, making you sigh, but smile as you look over your shoulder at the punk standing behind the tree you're leaned up against. "Nope, I've got plenty of layers on, I'm a-okay." You retort, motioning to your outfit.

"Whoo-" He let's out a whistle, nodding his head in approval and playfully slow clapping. "Very nice. Not that I wouldn't mind taking some of those layers off, getting up under them." He snickers at the way your face flushed.

"Perv!" You retort, playfully smacking his shoulder. "Come on, first you're afraid I'm too cold and now you're trying to get me naked!"

"I'm a selfish man, what can I say." He shrugs before coming around the tree fully to face you. "I'm serious though, cute outfit. Suits you..." He looks over it once more. "Cmon, do a spin f' me." He encourages.

From the way he looks, you realize he won't let up. "Fine, but only one." It does make you feel good, doing this little twirl for him. This is one of your favorite outfits, and guys like Carter and Evan don't exactly appreciate you for your style as much as your... assets. "Picked it out from the thrift."

"And thrifty, financially responsible is so hot on you." He pokes your shoulder, hand coming to fiddle with the necklace on your collar.

"Didn't take you for the frugal type?"

"I'm fucking poor; just cause I'm at a rich school doesn't mean I have funds." He reminds. "I grew up knowing how to save money, and I can appreciate when someone tries, even if they don't have too." Staightening up, he shoves his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. "My offer to warm you up still stands. Got Pez back at the dorm making cinnamon rolls. Unless you'd prefer another way for me to get you all hot."

You just roll your eyes, but nod. "Sure. I'd be an idiot to say not to Pez's food."

"Exactly. I didn't wanna say it, but you know..." He wraps a lanky arm arm around your shoulders as he guides you back into the brick building; playfully kissing your head as he holds open the dorm door. "Ladies first."

Once upstairs, you're greeted with the sight and smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls, a pleasant change from the usual lingering of various kinds of smoke and vapor that usually cling to the rooms walls and carpets. "Hey, what's up, man? Just got the rolls in the oven." Tyler calls, happy as ever. He's always a breath of fresh air around the campus, just the sight of him in his element makes both you and Pez smile.

"Good to see you too, Ty." You coo, going to wrap him in a one arm hug before letting out an 'oof-' as he bear hugs you against him, practically curtaining your torso in his long hair. "Smells amazing."

"Thanks, new shampoo-"

"The cinnamon rolls."

His tan cheeks flush a deep red as his roommate, now spread out across the couch and watching the pair with a vouyeristic interest, snickers. "Smooth moves, X-lax. Tell her you bought new boxers cause you heard she-" You find yourself immediately pushed closer to the oven, Tyler trying to drown out his friends words.

"Uh, yeah, so it's a recipe I got forever ago off some box, thought I could make it special, spice it up." He keeps on rambling, and you cast a confused glance to a rather pleased looking Pez, whose lighting up another cig. "I honestly forgot about the recipe, actually it went through the wash in my pants pocket, but when I found it and it made it through I though, 'Shit, must be fate!' So I decided to make em'."

"Well; everything you make is good; so I'm excited." You assure, making him smile.

"Thanks, I like sharing everything with you."

"Hey, babe." Pez calls. "Still got a bit of time on those cinnamon rolls, come here and let me keep my promise." He runs a hand up and down the lap fabric of his pants. You opt to sit on the couch beside him, and Pez follows suit.

"Three's company, huh? A threesome off the table?"

"Gross!" You chirp, laughing and shaking your head.

"Don't be a prude. You know I think you're hot, so does everyone else at this fuckin' school. I know you're getting some on the side, its cool." He puts a hand to his chest. "I'm sex positive, man." Pez assures.

"A lot more than just positive." Tyler says, fistbumping his pal.

You on the other hand, have gone quiet, sighing a bit. "I mean, not really."

This gives both boys pause. "Not really? You mean you aren't getting any or-" Tyler starts, before Pez shakes his head.

"Nah, that ain't it. Not at all." He's a shark whose smelled blood in the water, and slinks closer to you, leaning in. "You've never gotten any, huh? You're a virgin."

Awkwardly, you nod. "It's not something I really advertise, its kinda humiliating. And with all the sex jokes you make I just didn't know how to respond. Didn't even know if it would be weird to tell you guys?"

"Eh. Maybe for a normal friend group, but that's not us." He shrugs. "I'm... I'm sorry if I freaked you out or anything." For a moment, you see a side of Pez you hadn't seen before. An unsure, regretful side. Tyler pats his shoulder. "I mean, I assumed you had done all that stuff before. If I had ever though you were uncomfortable I never would have-"

"I know. It's okay, its not like you ever forced me into something, and you knocked it off when I asked." You assure. "I know you aren't the type of guy to do pressure me or anything. I trust you guys." You nod fervently, and Tyler relaxes.

"Good, cool. So... you ever tried? I mean, getting down and dirty?"

"No, I've just never felt comfortable." You explain awkwardly. "I mean, some of the guys around here-" You cut yourself off, looking at your folded hands.

"Yeah. I get it, we get it." Tyler assures. "I mean, you're a total babe, you deserve a good first time. With good guys." He pauses. "Or chicks, if that's what you're into."

"Love to see that." Pez let's put an oof as Tyler smacks his shoulder. "Come on. I'm just messing around. We could give you a good time. Great time even, we're your friends. I mean, it's probably better to do it with people you trust."

He has a point. "I've... I wouldn't even know where to start." You admit, only to feel a calloused, cold touch on your cheek.

"We'll make it simple, first kiss?" He asks.

You shake your head. He let's out a small 'tch', and Tyler dramatically pretends to slump over in defeat. "You're both dorks." You giggle, already a bit eased by the tension.

"Maybe I'm just greedy. Wanted every first of yours." Pez jokes, eyes still fixated on your lips. He doesn't ask, but he is gentle when he presses his chapped lips to yours, sighing softly. You're taken a bit by suprise, but its not bad. He's actually quite soft about the whole thing. More than you would have thought.

"Can I take off your shirt?" You feel warm breath on your ear, as Tylers hand clumsily feel around the front of your torso while Pez continues his affectionate gesture. You can only nod, and he grins, managing to get your school shirt off.

"Pretty rack." Pez comments as he pulls off your lips, immediately more interested in what's now presented.

"What happened to you being all soft? It was kinda sweet..." you joke, though inside you do have a craving for that slow, gentle affection.

"That's what I'm here for. It's all about balance, dude." Tyler says, resting his head on your shoulder from behind, placing a few soft kisses to your skin. "We both got you."

You let out a sharp gasp as the sudden feeling of a digit on your sensitive nipples, looking down to see Pez has expertly lifted one of your breasts over your bra, teasing the pert pink bud. "Feel weird? I heard some girls don't even like having their nipples played with." He muses. "Seems like you're just fine with it, though."

You continue to let out little mewls and moans as the scratchy fabric of your lace bra is slipped off, Tyler undoes it to give his friend better access. You can feel a hardness press against your back, only adding to the heat of the new sensations.

"That... uh, that you, Tyler?" You ask, glancing over your shoulder.

He nods sheepishly, his hand intertwined with yours, a comforting gesture. "Yeah, is... that okay? I know me rubbing my stiffy on you is already a lot, we'd said we would ease you into this, but seeing you all tits out and flushed, you don't get how hard it is." He groans.

Smiling at the idea that you're having just as much of an effect on them as they are you, you lean back against Tyler's chest. "Is... what do I do to help you with it?"

Before Tyler can even suggest something, Pez has yanked his head up from your tits. "Suck him."

"Jesus, man- you're way to eager for that-" Tyler snickers, prompting his friend to shamelessly shrug. "It's a good way to ease her in. She makes you feel good, as a reward for making her a sweet treat. And-" He leans in, nose almost brushing yours. "I'm not a huge pastry guy, so since you're making my boy here feel so good, maybe you let me fill up on something else, too."

You barely have time to register what he's asking before he's tugging down your shorts, placing a hot kiss over the fabric of your panties. "Pretty pair. You know, I've always thought a chick in my boxers would be kinda hot. You like blue?"

You're distracted by the sight of Tyler sliding himself over the waistband of his shorts. He's thin, lanky like the rest of him, with a pretty reddish tip. He strokes his hand over the base, grunting once or twice as he gets himself fully hard. "It's kinda cool, huh? I mean, the way it kinda moves and stuff-"

"Weird ass thing to say while I'm trying to get ready to eat her out. Stop talking about your dick." Pez snaps, looking up. Tyler raises his hands in defeat, looking back down to you.

"Alright, man, you still wanna try this?" Pez asks. You nod, sitting up a little, while Pez maneuvers himself to kneel on the floor, still practically making out with your thighs, but not quite the area you need it. "I want to. To... make you feel good, because of all you've done for me." You mumble.

"Hey, we'd take care of you even if we didn't have sex. You're our dude, dude." He adjusts himself, his tip nearing your cheek. "So, just kinda start with a kiss, maybe. One on the very edge, ah-" He lurches as you follow his instructions. "Yeah, just like that. Now, maybe try and put just a little in your mouth. And be sure to go slow, don't hurt your mouth or anything." Your mouth feels heavy as you take a bit of him between your lips. He has no distinct taste, but all you feel is the overwhelming heat and weight of him. You flatten your tongue to the underside of his cock, trying your best to avoid using teeth.

"Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Okay, uh, maybe just try sucking a bit, if you're, ugh- if you're ready." He grunts. You try taking him in a little deeper, before moaning suddenly and gagging. Pez had pulled your panties to the side, resulting in a soft kiss directly on your sex, a red hot feeling that completely shocks you.

"Ach-" you cough a big from having gagged, immediately pulling your mouth from Tyler's cock. "Agh, sorry, I-"

"Shit, you okay man? Did I push you too much?" Tyler asks, immediately putting his hands on your shoulders. "Just try swallowing a few times, focus on breathing."

"I think she's was just caught off guard by how good it felt to get her pussy kissed-" Pez laughs, making Tyler glare.

"Aw man, you meant to make her gag! That's not cool, she's learning."

Pez rolls his eyes. "Maybe we should just focus on letting her get through what I'm about to do then. If you're gonna be Mr. safety patrol, then just watch and jerk off."

"I can keep going-" You swallow, throat a bit harsh. "I promise i can give it another go. I want to make you feel good, Pez. Please." You feel like you're begging, but you're caught up in feeling 'even'.

"Not if you don't want to, man. I'm gonna play with my dick, let Pez kiss you. We can cuddle, that's good enough for me. Promise." Tyler moves so you're a bit more pressed to his chest, snuggling down.

Nodding, you lean back against him, and Tyler wraps one hand around his cock, and the other goes to Pez, threading his fingers in his hair.

"Fuck you touching me for, I don't need a guide." Pez says, glancing up.

"I don't trust you to not get to intense, especially after that, dude. You're a horndog." Tyler warns, and Pez rolls his eyes, but doesn't object any further. You shiver, as Tyler slowly guides Pez's lip to just over your clit. "Kiss it, dude."

The electric feeling of stimulation on your clit makes you jolt. "A-ah, Pez, that feels so weird."

"Good weird?" Tyler asks, as Pez continues. You nod fervently, and he smiles. "Yeah. Relax though, you're all tensed up. I've gotcha, I'm holding you." His own hand is lazily stroking his cock, wet slaps sounding from by his thighs. "I know I'm just beating it over you, but it still kinda romantic. I think." He rambles.

You're eyes are stuck on Pez, he's lapping like a man starved at your pussy, ocasionally pulling back to nip at the soft flesh of your thighs, when Tyler's hand allows. He swirls over your bud once, causing your leg to flinch, a fluttering bursting in your stomach.

"Ah- fuck- Pez, Ty, somethings happening, ah-" Tyler just kisses the back of your neck again. "I think I'm cumming."

Pez makes one last lewd slurp, tasting some of your wetness, before Tyler releases his grip and let's him back up. "Course you did, I'm a master with my mouth." He doesn't even give you time to recover before he's trying to get your mouth on his. "Cmon, baby, taste yourself on me, taste how sweet you were for me."

You kiss him, face hot and semi-grossed out but so tired and needy you just go with the flow. Pez's hand comes to grip your ass, then jolts as it brushes something hard. "Gross, keep your dick away from my hand, Ty." Pez snickers. "Maybe some other time I'll want something savory and we'll see."

Tyler barely glances at him, continuing to whimper as he gets closer to his peak. "My dick isn't near your hand, man, your hand is near my dick." He grunts. "I'm getting close, mmh, can I cum on you, man?"

"Fuck no-"

"Not you, MAN!" Tyler squawks, and you playfully push Pez off. He just holds his hands up in surrender and lays back to enjoy the show. "Obviously I meant you." Tyler says. He rubs his erection on your thigh, now half stroking and half humping to get him over the edge. "Please," He whispers. "Please, please, please, let me finish on you. It's gonna feel a bit weird but I'll clean you up after, get you all fresh-"

"It's okay." You mumble, squirming a bit, the wetness between your thighs still sticky. "I trust you, I-I do." He just smiles, bucking a few more times, just until his cock twitches. "Fuck!" A few thick ropes of cum land on your leg, and he pants as he leans back against the worn out couch, pressing your back to his chest.

"So fucking good. Was that good for you?" Tyler asks, and you nod.

"Nuh-uh. Words, baby." Pez chimes in, tilting his head as he leans in. "Come on. I wanna know we didn't overwhelm you during your first time?" The silence is heavy. His tone is light, but its obvious both boys are deeply concerned with your wellbeing after all that.

"It was good. Really good, I'm just worn out." You mumble, before boldly kissing Tyler's cheek. He smiles, using his clean hand to push your forehead to his lips. "Anytime, dude. You looked so fuckin' hot." The seriousness with which he says this makes you blush, only to hear a 'pbllllt' from next to you. Turning, you see Pez with his arms crossed.

"I'm the one who actually got down there and ate you like a three course meal, you gonna give me a kiss?" He only asks, half joking. Both of you snicker, and Tyler pushes you over, chest to chest with Pez. "Clean her up?" He asks.

"You got it." Pez slings his arm around your waist. "Cmon, baby. Let's get you all stripped and in the bath and then maybe I'll finally get to jerk it." He snickers, making you playfully smacking him as you wander into the bathroom, away from where Tyler is washing his hands and checking on the pastry. He goes to resch for his apron, and feels something in the pocket, a rough feeling.

When his hand emerges with a lilac pair of lace, he pales. "Shit," He quickly hides it inside a nearby pillowcase, sighing. "Gotta tell him to wash that stuff separately, shit..."

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

Please excuse the smudginess we used tracing paper for detailed drawing, because no way we were going to risk putting an eraser to the only copy of our sketch when it contains FOUR people at once and just figuring out the anatomy took us an hour.

Also took the liberty of inserting ourselves in there because again. FOUR people, when there's only three blorbos we wanna draw, so... why ever not at this stage? We're hanging out with the blorbos now. We've earned it

[over-and-over-and-over-and]

a little bit harder now ... || lottie matthews x reader

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🩻 lottie "accidentally" discovers she yearns for the drag of teeth on her neck ... your bite is to blame

🔪 MDNI - biting , fingering ( lott receiving ) , porn without a plot

( uhm. once again constructive criticism welcome and appreciated (/gen) because this is my first time writing about pussy. something which i didn't think would be so difficult considering i fucking have one. )

🎵 "A Little Bit Harder Now" - She Wants Revenge

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"they say people who bite are the worst to have sex with."

it was a sleepover at jackie's house which somehow provoked the conversation. one of those friendgroup chats you have way past midnight when everyone is delirious and their filters had effectively been shut off.

lottie doesn't remember who brought it up - just that they made a point to explain how biters are supposedly violent, rough, and all around biting during sex was a no go.

unless you were into that kinda thing

ever since the sleepover lottie was stuck thinking about what was said - not the sleepy confessions or the half awake shit talk brought about by the short lived game of truth or dare ( the unpleasant sound of vomiting which chased the dare natalie received to swallow a raw egg was enough to kill the mood for the night )

the only thought running laps around lottie's brain for the following weeks was the idea of deep bite marks littering her collar bones.

she figured she'd let it live as a fantasy. her mind would wander and inevitably end up manifesting a daydream about someone shoving her down and digging their teeth wherever they could - her neck, tits, tummy, and thighs ... it honestly didn't matter where, so long as her skin was being broken by molars somewhere where she could admire it in the mirror the next morning.

it was a dream, that was all. something for her mind to toy with when she got bored and needed something exciting to chew on while her hand played with the waistband of her panties.

problem is, lottie has always had a bad habit of thinking out loud.

the original plan was a casual hookup because you've always known how to rock lottie's world just the way she liked it. she brings you to her place, entertaining conversation over mediocre takeout before you two are softly kissing in her living room. that quickly evolves into a hasty makeout session, one which has the two of you colliding into furniture as you try to find your way into lottie's room with minimal separation, articles of clothing being left in a messy trail along the way.

it isn't long until you're on the mattress, one of your hands interlocked with lottie's with your other hand tracing her inner thigh. as your fingers ghost over her entrance, she breaks the kiss and gives you the opportunity to nuzzle into the crook of her neck.

"bite me."

to be honest, she didn't mean to say it out loud - her mind lingers on how with your current position it would've been perfect. the words have already left her lips with a bit more authority than she would've hoped, and seeing as it's too late to take it back she tries to ease the moment with a gentle,

"please?"

you do as you're told, gently nipping at her skin all the while running your fingers through her folds - she's pretty wet, something you take as a sign to push one of your fingers in. her breath hitches as you curl your finger, words attempting to form but getting lost underneath her shaky gasps.

" ... bite ... harder ... "

eventually she finds her words while you push another finger in. you bite her again, properly this time, earning a sigh which breaks into a moan as she struggles not to buck her hips.

you don't mean to bite her as hard as you do - you've always been a piss poor multitasker and as such sacrifice your focus on being delicate with her skin in favor of thrusting your fingers just right. whatever you did seemed to work as lottie quite literally whines and tosses her head back. a soft thud echoes around the room, which you don't immediately process as lottie accidentally hitting her head against the bedframe until you realized that simple action earned yet another soft gasp from her lips.

"m ... m ... more ... harder ..."

her words are dissected by a mean stutter, one that you've come to recognize as a telltale sign that she's getting close. you're not quite sure if she's requesting you work your fingers faster, or you sink your teeth into her neck once again-

as a middle ground you decide to do both.

your arm begins to ache from how hard you pump your fingers, and it almost feels nice to distract yourself when you focus on clamping your teeth onto lottie's skin. you pull back, kissing the tender spot you had been attacking and she seems to quietly whimper in the few seconds your mouth isn't pressed against her neck. as you try to work your fingers faster, you press your lips into her shoulder, kissing it softly before biting as hard as you could muster. temporarily you feel bad for intentionally hurting her, but it's quickly washed away as her moans continue to grow in volume the more you work your jaw.

you feel like a goddamn vampire, all too unsure if this is really a good idea, but before you can think about it for too long lottie's orgasm crashes into her. no more desperate pleas leave her lips as her eyes squeeze shut and the only thing she can manage are loud gasps and louder groans. you work her through it, removing your teeth from her shoulder and instead gently kissing her cheek and jawline as she cums on your hand and her thighs.

her eyelids flutter open as she shakily sighs, and you bring your hand up to lick her cum off your fingers but before you get the chance she grabs your hand and takes your fingers into her own mouth, quietly moaning as she tastes herself while rolling her tongue over your knuckles. her big brown eyes stare into your own, and you can't help but admire your handiwork as you take in the sight of her pleasantly blissed out state.

and then you notice her neck. red, bruising, and tender.

wordlessly you watch as she presses the marks on her skin, sighing as her fingers prodded the newly forming bruises.

"sorry i didn't mean to ... i just got kinda caught up in the moment -"

lottie shushes your quiet apology, grabbing your hands and pressing them against her thighs. she then taps the other side of her neck, clean skin free of bitemarks.

" ... do it again. please."

[clueingforbeggs]

In a fascist military state, well, firstly, they probably wouldn't have been able to break into RAF Norton Brize in the first place, they only managed to because the defences weren't up to scratch at an RAF base.

In a fascist military state, if the military decided to support a country, which we do give military aid to Israel, the army would have started arresting or killing all supporters of Hamas, possibly even people who hate Hamas but support Palestinian people like myself and Geordie, a long time ago.

In a fascist military state, police officers wouldn't be waiting around to see if a protest turns violent, or if someone starts something clearly racially aggravated (as if they haven't already...) to someone who just kinda knows that Jews celebrate different holidays from Christians and are considered an ethnoreligious group.

In a fascist military state, people wouldn't have been able to protests in support of a terrorist group just because they find-and-replaces 'Hamas' with 'Palestine'. In fact, people still wouldn't be able to do so, as long as they aren't supporting PA.

In a fascist military state, there would be no press freedom. State news would report the narrative the military wants you to hear. Internet access would be much more restricted (there are a few restrictions on sites that break the law, but you probably wouldn't be reading this post on Tumblr without a VPN), and if you don't already, you'd know how to use a VPN and an onion browser. You'd know that sometimes a URL doesn't look like a URL. And you'd be risking everything every time you connected to the wider internet.

In a fascist military state, the Supreme Leader would not have responded to an attack by an ally fascist military state (hi Yanks, if we're one, you definitely are) on an enemy in the Middle East by asking that Supreme Leader to please try to restore peace, not continue fighting.

In a fascist military state, your childhood would have been very different. If you were a member of a youth group, like Scouts, you wouldn't know a single person who wasn't a Scout. If you weren't a Scout, sorry, you were. If you went to a state school, which I bet most of you reading this did, here's a new term for your vocabulary: Combined Cadet Force. In a fascist military state, it's not just a thing at some private schools, and a few state schools. You were part of that, too.

In a fascist military state, there's definitely conscription. I bet some of you voted for Starmer because Sunak wanted to bring in conscription. Sorry, but in a fascist military state, you are or were a conscript. And forget 'if you say no you have to do community service', if you say no, you go to jail or die. If you're older, you're likely now a reserve.

If you think that proscribing a group that has existed as a hate group since 2020, in 2025, makes the UK a 'fascist military state', just because the final straw was attacking a poorly defended military base... What do you gain from lying about how oppressed you are? Because that's all you're doing.

I see no difference between this and when an American sees a map of the world which points out privileges they have as an American, that people in other countries don't have, and decides that based on vibes the map must be racist, because it called people in parts of Africa oppressed or poor, and everyone knows that Americans are the real oppressed and poor people. Yes, this is about people who respond to shit like official metrics used to determine if a country should give monetary resources to other countries or receive the monetary resources as being 'part of the Eagleburger Goodness Index', or who think we should stop reporting on the state of press freedom across the globe because if we stick our heads in the sand about how some countries in Africa don't have much press freedom, if any, the issue will go away, and we can still treat the US as having the worst press freedom ever!

You are in, or at least talking about, a constitutional monarchy. A country which has a figurehead who inherits the title, an upper house of people with titles, a lower house of democratically elected people from different constituencies, some of whom (although they don't turn up) are part of Sinn Féin. Seriously, look up their history and tell me if you think they'd be allowed to exist in a fascist military state, let alone run for parliament.

The UK government proscribing a group that breaks into military bases and sabotages aircraft does not, at any level, make it a “fascist police state.” Be so fucking serious right now.

[lacelottie]

QUICK DRAW .ᐟ

western au! — in which you and cate decide to settle an argument with a duel (inspired by @rjjjhyun’s western cate drawing!)

cw — frenemies & lovers, blood/violence, smut (girldick!cate, pain kink, cockwarming into riding), word count: 1.8k

“you sure this is how you wanna settle this, darlin’?” you asked cate, standing twenty paces away from you as your gun twirled between your fingers. “you’re the one that’s convinced i did sumthin’ wrong, sweetheart,” cate said back nonchalantly as she loaded her gun, long strand of straw between her teeth as she spun the barrel and knocked it in place.

“admit that you were flirtin’ with the whore and i won’t shoot you,” you stated sternly as your gaze narrowed, looking at her from over your shoulder. cate laughed in response, the sound echoing across town as she smirked. “darlin’, the poor thing asked for directions. don’t be jealous.”

“you were starin’ at her tits the whole damn time!” you exclaimed as you cocked your gun, turning around to face her as you aimed. "your eyes wander too damn much and i'm just about sick of it." cate's eyebrow rose as she heard the sound of your gun cocking, turning around with a smirk on her lips as her head tilted. "darlin', you know the rules of a duel."

“i don’t care about the fuckin’ duel. admit you were flirtin’ with her or i shoot,” you gritted out as your finger hovered over the trigger, staring her down. “i’ve seen you with a gun, baby. you ain’t sh—”

you cut off cate’s words as you pulled the trigger, the force of the gun causing you to stumble back a bit as you opened your eyes, your gaze falling on cate. she laid on her back, sitting up with a loud groan as she gripped her oozing shoulder, her gaze shooting daggers as it laid on you.

“what the— the hell, baby?” cate yelled as she pressed her palm against the wound, clearly agitated. you smirked, tucking your gun back in your holster as you walked over. “still think i ain’t shit, catie?”

cate looked up at you from the ground, her lips formed into a wincing smirk as she let out a scoffing laugh at your comment. the way you hovered over her all cocky, arms crossed and accentuating your tits— the things she wanted to say could not be said in public.

“you gonna keep standing there or you gonna do sum about this?” cate asked as she stared up at you, her gaze narrowing from the sun. you rolled your eyes, picking the strand of straw from her lips and slipping it between your teeth as you bent down, wrapping her arm around your shoulders as you tugged her up.

“careful, darlin’. jesus. treat me like a lady,” cate groaned as you helped her up, stumbling her way next to you into the saloon. your gaze flickered over to the owner and your good friend, marie, flashing her an apologetic smirk as you two walked in. “the back free?” you asked as you watched her sigh. “you two, swear ta god. hurry it up, and don’t leave no blood on my products!”

you nodded, thanking her again as you pushed past the swinging saloon door, setting cate down atop a barrel as you dug to find the medical kit marie left back there just for you. “y’know,” cate stated as she shifted on the barrel, trying to get comfortable, “you’re always on my ass about ‘flirtin’ with other girls, but are you sure you ain’t flirtin’ with marie?”

that made you pause. you turned to face cate, medical kit in hand as your lips formed into a scowl. “you’re serious? you’re bein’ serious with me right now?”

“ah, please. don’t act like it’s done outlandish idea. if you’re not with me, you’re with her. is it so wrong of me to wonder what my girlfriend’s up to when i’m away?” cate asked with a small huffing laugh as she watched you approach.

you let out a small scoff in return, your palm finding her chest as you pushed her back against the wall, straddling her hips as you opened up the med kit, silent but pissed. cate’s eyes widened as your actions became dominant, letting out a soft laugh as she watched your expression. “ah, c’mon, darlin’. y’know i was kiddin’, right? no need to be upset, princess.”

your jaw clicked with each word she spoke, pulling out a pair of tweezers, a bottle of whiskey and some gauze as you started unbuttoning her shirt, not meeting her gaze. “darlin’. c’mon, now, look at me,” cate spoke softly as you pulled her shirt off, letting out a strangled groan as the material peeled off her wounded shoulder, her breath picking up.

you kept working, tossing her shirt and vest aside as you moved closer to her, your hand settling on her shoulder as the tweezers began to make their way into cate’s skin. she nearly whimpered, her breath hitching and hips jerking upwards against yours as you started fishing for the bullet without warning, biting her lip as she tried to hold herself together. you smirked at her reaction, easing up just a bit as the tweezers made their way further into cate’s shoulder, tongue poking out in focus as you searched for the bullet. you heard cate hold back a loud sound as you made contact with the bullet, grabbing it with the tweezers and starting to pull it out.

cate’s hips jerked again at the feeling, letting out a choked whine as she sucked her lip further between her teeth. “be— be gentle, darlin’, for fuck’s sake,” she muttered out, her breath heavy as she looked up at you, your gaze finally locking with hers as she pleaded. “thought you liked it rough,” you said with a hum, hips slowly grinding down against hers as you watched her expression. “at least that’s what your boner’s telling me.”

cate huffed as you called her out, rolling her eyes a bit as her mouth hung open. “you’re the one grindin’ down on me, sweetheart. my body ain’t resistant to contact.” you let out a soft scoff, raising an eyebrow as you twisted the tweezers in her shoulder, smirking slightly as you watched her whimper and her breath stutter. “darlin’. please.”

“please? that’s new,” you hummed as you tilted your head, studying her expression. “tell me what you want,” you insisted, your hips moving against hers again as she bit her lip. her gaze flickered from your face to her hips, grinding them up against you with a small smirk.

you scoffed, your hands making their way down to her jeans as you started to undo her belt. "you care more about your bone than you do your wound. don't know what kinda pathetic is." cate whined, drawing blood from her lip as she bit down on it further. "stop teasin'. just— need you, alright?"

"i know, baby," you cooed mockingly as you tugged her jeans down her thighs, eyeing the way her cock strained against her boxers with a soft smirk as you grabbed it through the fabric, starting to stroke her. "mgh— c'mon, darlin'. just put me out my misery for fuck's sake." god, you'd think she was a child the way she endlessly whined.

yet, you did. put her out of her misery, that is. hooking your finger on the waistband of her boxers, you tugged them down, raising your hips as you grabbed her cock at the base, your other hand working on your own jeans as you tugged them down, lining up your cunt to the tip of her cock. "no panties?" cate asked, staring down at your pussy. "this ain't the first time we've dueled, baby. i know how this ends," you said with a small laugh before lowering your hips against hers, her cock sinking into you.

cate groaned, her head lolling back against the wall as her fists clenched at her sides, hips bucking at the warmth of your insides. "uh-uh," you tutted, pressing her hips down as you settled against her. "no moving. m'in charge this time, babe."

"oh, come on!" cate whined, looking up at you with pleading eyes. you smirked at her insistence, picking up the tweezers again as you dug into her shoulder, continuing to remove the bullet from her wound. she choked out a moan, her eyes fluttering shut as you felt her twitch inside you. "i've gotta finish cleaning you up. so you'll wait," you said with a hum as you pulled the bullet out, setting it aside as you reached for the bottle of whiskey, popping the top off. cate damn near mewled as you pulled the bullet out, the sweat building on her forehead causing her hair to stick to her forehead as her breath caught, pre-cum leaking from her tip as you started to clean her up.

"sweetheart, please," cate whispered out as she teared up, her vision blurry as she watched you take a swig of whiskey before pouring some on your wound. "nghh, fuck—!"

"shh," you cooed, setting the bottle aside as you grabbed a rag, wiping the blood off her shoulder as your hips started to move, riding cate. "ba—baby. i can't—" she cried, trying not to buck her hips as tears slipped from her eyes. "yes, you can," you hummed, folding the rag as you wiped the sweat off her forehead, "and you will." you kept riding cate, your hips picking up speed as she whimpered loudly, hands clutching at your shirt as you started to wrap her wound. "dar—darlin', if you keep movin' like that—"

"m'almost done. don't cum," you stated with a soft moan, raising her arm as you wrapped under her shoulder, your hips stuttering as you felt your own orgasm coming on. your head lolled forward, both yours and cate's foreheads pressing together as your breaths mixed, reaching for the tape as you finished wrapping the wound.

"mhgh, can't— can't hold it," cate whimpered as her mouth fell open, her arms wrapping around your waist as her hips bucked hard against yours. "gonna— fuck, cum—cummin'—!" she groaned as she leaned forward, hips stuttering against yours before you both ended up on the floor with a moaning yelp from you, your orgasm crashing over you as your back hit the floorboards. cate's arms were tight around you as her forehead practically glued itself to your shoulder, her breath heavy against you and your legs tight around her as your head lolled back against the ground, struggling to catch your breath.

"you—you never fuckin' listen to me," you muttered out after a moment with a huffing laugh, looking down at cate. her head perked up at your words, smirking softly with a laugh as her chin rested on your chest. "sorry, darlin'," she said with that shit-eating grin of hers. you both laughed, running a hand through your hair before you both jumped, the doors to the back suddenly flying open as you tried to cover up.

marie stood above you both, sighing deeply and running a hand over her face before looking down at you both. "..you're banned. indefinitely."

tagging a few gen v mutuals .ᐟ — @initforthethrill @wondrfuls @stqrfirez @dvnlap @wwwvrly

divider credits: @bernardsbendystraws @bbyg4rlhelps

[nijigasakilove]

BAAAAANG THEY STUCK THE ENDING. Greatest modern Gundam. A love letter to OG fans. I still wanted more episodes, but the hype moments were just too much for me to deny this greatness. This was perfect. I was really nervous how they’d wrap everything up in such a short period of time, but the mad lads went above and beyond. Now do more in this timeline/multiversal era plesse.

There’s a lot to unpack here, but I’ll start with the Shuji stuff. I’m still a little confused on who or what exactly he’s supposed to be. We all thought Amuro would be the one piloting the RX 78-2. Is Shuji’s Amuro’s spirit or what? But we hear Amuro in the Gquuuuuux later on.. Either way, the fact he’s basically been chasing Lalah from timeline to timeline erasing these worlds she’s made is crazy. He’s basically the Gundam version of the TVA. Poor thing never stopped and asked himself if there were another way.

Lmaooo at Char packing up Kycilia very similar to how he did in the original timeline “from this point forward, you can keep Gihren company” 😭 it’s even crazier when you remember she was just praising he and Sayla as ideal kids that made her want to become a mother. Somethings never change I guess.

Some of the best 3DCGI animation you’ll ever see in this episode. Char vs Chalia, the GFreD and Gquuuuuux vs Gramps, it was incredible. Studio Khara brought their A game to this and you’d expect nothing less really. I loved the animation in the EVA rebuilds, think it fits Gundam very well. That Machu and Nyaan tag team fight felt like past meets present which is fitting because that’s basically what Gquuuuuux as a series is. I fucking lost it when we got a giant force ghost gramps tho 😂

“I’m not alone because the gquuuuuux was always by my side” OH SHIT THEY WENT FULL EVANGELION!! EVEN DOWN TO THE SUIT ROAR. The OST even feels like an EOE remix lmao. The last 8 minutes is where I started jumping up and down because BITCH DID SHUJI JUST CONFESS TO MACHU AND A KISS?!!! WHAT!!

So the power of love saves the day after all, that Kira-Kira explosion at the end was absolutely beautiful. Really this was the best possible ending, I wanted more Kycilia, but you could never rest peacefully knowing she was in charge of Zeon. Sayla being the leader in this timeline is like Minerva in Unicorn era, she’ll lead with kindness. CHAR AND LALAH REUNION!!! This means everything to me, they finally get to be happy together. And Nyaan and Machu finally reach earth. Nyaan has a place where she belongs now. WE EVEN GOT MF ANQQI BACK IN THE SHOW HELLO?!!

Gquuuuuux isn’t without its flaws, but idc man I loved this shit. The nostalgia bait was too strong for me to resist and I love evangelion so this was basically two of my fave franchises mashed together and it just worked. I just want them to do more with this and start giving us more mainline UC stuff past unicorn as well. Gundam is too damn good not to milk better than sunrise are doing!!

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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

hey continuing on with this thing from my rewatch:

eddie getting home from the academy one day and sitting down with a beer after getting chris to bed.

he clicks on his tv and it comes alive on the same station it always does when it's just been turned on, KDLA Channel 10.

And hey, that's a firehouse.. wait, this is about that guy who fell from the coaster isn't it?

Oh duh, this is why we'd done more hanging rescue training the last couple days. Eddie thinks to himself.

"---with fireman Evan "Buck" Buckley, who people are calling the County Fair Spider-Man for his daring rescue." the voiceover says, making Eddie cringe.

"Poor guy." he laments as the feed changes to show the secondary reporter and what must be the hero fireman and damn.

Eddie blinks.

Damn. This guy's hot as hell! What Eddie'd give to be at that guy's station after he's done with training.

Listen, it's been a good couple years now since he and Shannon split, her taking off suddenly and the divorce papers arriving in the mail two years later, just a couple days before he and Christopher had made the move to California.

And he's had enough time to somewhat come to terms about some things.

He's gay.

Or some variation of gay at least, so he knows hot guy when he sees hot guy.

And this hot guy's a huge hunk of man meat.

But then the guy (what'd the reporter call him? Bucky? Like the superhero guy?) starts talking and.. shit... even his voice is nice..

"I was just doing my job." Bucky the Babe says, "I'm happy we were able to help the people we helped and I'm-I'm really sorry about those we--we couldn't save."

Eddie's mulling over the fact that this beautiful beautiful man is also somehow humble too when someone in the background of the shot opens the engine door and there it is. There's the station number.

"One-eighteen, huh?" He takes a sip of his beer and files away that number for later.

"We're getting a lot of Twitter questions from our audience, most just want to know if you're single." The reporter turns the microphone back on Bucky and Eddie starts to lean forward for a second before catching himself.

Bucky smirks and looks down the camera and "Fuck."

He's hot, he's pretty, and damn those eyes. It's like he's looking right through the screen at Eddie whenever his eyes jump up.

"Oh, uh, that's very sweet of them," Bucky hedges, "I'm sure they're just turned on by the uniform."

"I know I am..." Eddie mutters, taking another pull from his drink.

"I don't know if they would feel that way if they saw me out of it."

Eddie spits his drink out over his coffee table as Bucky has the gall to smirk and laugh awkwardly and endearingly while Eddie tries to wipe up the beer with the arm of his sweatshirt.

"Oh, I-I don't mean it like that." Stupid hot Bucky continues, with his stupid hot face on Eddie's stupid beer-spattered TV screen.

"Well thanks, Buck, and thanks for all that you do day in and day out." the reporter says, a smile pulling at her lips.

"Uh, y-you're welcome." Bucky, Buck, smiles again and ducks his head, turning to walk back into the station.

Eddie keeps his eyes on the man as long as he can, watching as Buck stuffs one hand into his pocket and the other comes up to scratch absently at the back of his head.

Somehow, even blurry, Buck is hot; striding away from the camera with legs that seem to go on for miles.

[iknowiknowiknowtheend]

HOLY THIS POST IS ALMOST 4 YEARS OLD. okay i need it out mydrafts

new friends !

based off this post

extras bc I love that shit-

to pass the time in the beginning, techno would let dream try to braid his hair and just talk ab random stuff. Greek mythology most commonly.

when The Simps (wil and Michael) showed up to free Dream and their plans were foiled, despite being Dream’s simps- Dream made them go sit in the corner. wil pulled a pack of cards out his back pocket and this started the first game of many. dream complain-writes in one of his books, the syndicate faces technos mild disappointment.

the syndicate came to free techno after he’d been in there so long- it didn’t go out well. dream now becomes lonely- doesn’t want to interact socially with the syndicate nor the simps (bc they can’t help him)

Tommy and Tubbo come for Ranboo, when they get thrown in too they just go sit with him. poor tommy.... quackity also shows up for a torture session but seeing there’s so many people in there he 1. doesn’t go through with it, and 2. can’t leave. he gets dirty looks from The Simps for obvious reasons.

las nevadas gang comes for quackity (minus purpled who can’t be bothered to care, and sam who’s the warden). fundy goes to sit with dad, fundy gets ignored though because the cards are wil’s life now. charlie talks with q of course because q was otherwise ignored/ getting dirty looks. foolish thinks the place is bland as shit.

eret came for foolish, but (like everyone else) was hopelessly foiled. on the bright side she’s finally figured out where half the server went ! foolish has learned to embrace the boring af cell and instead spends his time looking for patterns in the ceiling like it’s cloud gazing. he points some out to eret. the eggpire is also here for egg crimes (obviously), they aren’t even eggified so they don’t have to be here- but sams practically just trying to see how many people he can fit in one cell at this point.

also I might make another part? idk. I was awfully lazy when it came to this. hopefully I will- but no promises.

[morrigan-sims]

And I forget sometimes I'm just flesh and bone.

As he stands in the ruined bathroom, all Rook can think is, At least now I can breathe.

[j-esbian]

maybe the real voltron was the friends we made along the way

[t3chborb]

I'm one year older today, so I figured I gotta wrap a present or two~

.

..

...

... Wait...

... I got it backwards, didn't I...

... I'm supposed to be... uhh... the one opening gifts today...

... Oh, how incredibly silly of me...

Welp, I'm sure Ramattra doesn't mind~

[fantabulisticity]

I was really pumped to go to a local concert that I thought was tomorrow, where a really good band is playing, and I found out AT THE TIME THE CONCERT STARTED that it's tonight and not tomorrow. I looked through concert tickets and shit and tried to find the length of the concert and band order for way too long and then finally decided to go and by the time I was ready, it was 45 minutes past start time and I would still have to drive across town and find parking. And not a single place online told me the band order. I HATE that shit. Idk where everyone finds that info bc i can fucking NEVER find it. So I didn't even know if I could still see them or not if I showed up late, and then it was so late that it's not even worth going. And the concert goes SUPER late and I work at 7 am and the tickets are $50 and I don't really have that right now. I am so sad and angry. I thought they were the headliner and I'd get to see them tomorrow. But I don't get to see them at all bc I've been so fucking busy and tired all the time that I didn't have the bandwidth to look for tickets until tonight. So now I'm going to bed without a shower even though I'm STICKY bc I spent the last HOUR trying to decide whether or not to try to go to this concert. I fucking HATE this shit. If I could have found this info earlier and more easily then I could have made it. But no. I don't get to go at all. And I don't know if this band will ever be in town again. I've seen them once and they were AMAZING, but that was years ago, and I was excited to see them as an adult. I had fucking PLANNED for this concert but my plans were wrong. And now I don't get to go at all. Bc this internationally recognized band is playing on a fucking THURSDAY NIGHT. Why the FUCK would I know they were put on a THURSDAY. And the websites are so impossible to navigate anyways, esp on Mobile. It is SO HARD to find the most basic info about this shit. And now I don't even get to go. Because it took me half an hour to find the info I needed in order to even make a decision, and that half hour started AT CONCERT START TIME. I'm so fucking sad and angry. I have had kind of a rough week, and I was really looking forward to this. The concert tomorrow doesn't have ANYONE I recognize bc I only know older musicians in this genre and I have NO IDEA who any of these people are. So I don't know if I even want to go to the one tomorrow. Because the one I wanted to go to was TONIGHT. A fucking THURSDAY. And I can't even just get my shit together and go anyways bc the concert will be halfway over and my bedtime is right fucking now. I'm so fucking sad. This event happens once per year and it changed dates a few years ago so I never fucking know when it is anymore, and now in the year when I DO know when it is and have a job where I can conceivably afford to go, and I fucking PUT IT IN MY CALENDAR AND TRIED TO BUY TICKETS, I actually can't go. The rug wasn't even pulled out from under me, I was trying to run over it and tripped on it and landed face-first on the ground. What the FUCK.

[catboydan]

fiance got me a kindle for my birthday <3

[disdaidal]

The way I'm still not finished with writing the first two ideas I had in mind for this ship, I'm suddenly getting two more. 🙈🙊 Could somebody please arrange it so that I'd have all the time in the world to write it all? Because 24hrs a day is simply not enough.

[luvcaleb]

SECRET TIMES: DESIRE.

nsfw (18+). this is the ovulation talking sorry in advance. today's fic will be a bit different than the usual; the entire piece consists of only dialogue (aka filthy filthy indulgent dirty talk). includes unprotected sex, implied marathon sex, squirting, usage of gege, caleb has a breeding kink (what's new). likes and reblogs will be very appreciated!

“...fuck, fuck, you're too tight— ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming—”

“Shit, I came so much...”

“Hey, keep it all inside. Squeeze that pussy for me. Yeah, that's right... fuck... feels so good...”

“Who knew you would be such a slut? Moaning so shamelessly — mm, yeah, move just like that — I could hear you all the way from my room.”

“You didn't... ngh...! Didn't even close the door properly. I could see you fucking yourself on your fingers and making a mess of your sheets. Just like here, see? So fucking soaked. You act all coy but you're a squirter.”

“Haha, did you just cum again? So cute. You're practically cumming every time I thrust. You like it here? Hm? You like it when I rub your clit? Ah, you squeezed me so tightly.”

“Feels good, huh? Should've fucked you a long time ago if I knew you were such a whore. Every time you bent down and I saw your panties, you drove me crazy. I had to jerk off in the bathroom to calm down. If I knew you liked dick so much, I would've just had my way with you right then and there.”

“You're so messy, pips... I'm covered in your juices. Everything's so sticky. But you like it when we get dirty, right? Come on, cum. Cum, cum, cum... shit, there we go. That's a good girl. I love it when you clamp around me.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

“Mm... ngh... more... open your mouth... you taste so sweet... Wanna eat you out again...”

“Do you want it? Want my tongue licking up your wet pussy again? You came so much in just half an hour, haha. Squealing so much when I hadn't even gotten my cock inside you.”

“Mn... so good, you feel so fucking good... Your tits are bouncing each time I thrust inside, hah.”

“Do you think our neighbors heard us? Heard you screaming my name? It felt so good, right? Ah, ah... I wanna stay like this forever, just cumming inside you... Mn... You feel so good around my cock...”

“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum again. Do you want another creampie? Huh? Gege's going to cum inside you. I'm going to cum so hard, you're gonna get knocked up.”

“Ah, hn, fuck, here it comes... gege's cumming inside... oh, fuck...!”

“Shit, my hips can't stop moving on their own— fuck, take every drop of my cum, baby— yeah, that's right, fuck!”

“Open your mouth, hn, ah... mn... ngh... This feels so good... You're so fucking sexy...”

“One more... Come on, don't pass out on me. We can't stop here, we're going all night.”

“Fuck, you're so full with my cum, it's crazy. You're so fucking hot... gege's gonna plug your hole with his cock, okay?”

“Your clit is so hard, it looks like a small dick. Feels good when I rub it, yeah?”

“Your nipples are so sensitive, lemme suck them.”

“Mn... If I suck hard enough, will milk come out? Haha, I'm just kidding.”

“Hn... ahh... so good... you're so good for me... my pretty girl... all mine... Love it when your pussy sucks my cock back in...”

“Haha, you're so loud. You really want everyone to hear us, don't you? Adam lives just beside us, you know. Poor guy's going to get jealous if he sees you bouncing on my cock. He's always had a stupid little crush on you.”

“Hm? Why would I be jealous? I'm the one fucking you right now. I'm the only one you'll be fucking from now on.”

“You liked that, didn't you? You just clenched around me so tight. Do that again, fuck...”

“Shit, princess, you're dripping all over my balls, haha. So damn messy. Since you already ruined the sheets, I'll make you cum so much, you'll turn crazy.”

“Hah, this pussy was made for me... god, you're so fucking cute...”

“Go on, cum. Gege's gonna ruin you until I'm the only one you can think about.”