I am cringe, I am legion.Lvl. 18+ Blog. Feral. Mentally in the 80’s in a fictional town in Indiana with some hot metalhead guy. 18+ only beyond this point please and thank you.
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Lucas im so sorry billy has so many fans and it seems like you have none.
Hoping he gets a happy ending
#Lucas is a national treasure#cried when I found out he too is a weeb who loves Kung fu movies#protect Lucas at all costs#also prev is correct#people aren’t slick with their racism
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ILY @writhingg YOU DESERVE THE HELL OUT OF THIS!
Best beta reader in the world is @writhingg 🥺❤️ ride or die ❤️ beautiful insight into works, and we have had awesome fun times encouraging one another to write content we personally want to see.
Introducing @writhingg
We're highlighting Wri for her beta-reading and and written fics! All recs tagged #writhingg will be for her works or works she betaed. Wri answered some questions about her process below.
What's a fandom interaction that made you really happy?
To be honest, all fandom interactions make me happy! I love when someone comments and/or reblogs something I wrote, just like I love reading someone else's writing and say something nice about it. As fans, it's up to us to support each other. I think it also sustains the joy of being in fandom! Like, "Oh, you like the same character as me? Let's scream with each other about the millions of scenarios we've thought up for that character, and then give each other even more insane ideas about the character."
What's your favorite character or aspect of Stranger Things to create for?
No surprise here that I love Eddie Munson. There's just something about him that makes me want to put him through situations. 😅 I'm also a big fan of horror, so when I can combine my love of both, I'm a happy camper. I also find that writing for Robin is fun! I love silly, chaotic characters, and I can channel that love through her and Eddie.
What's your artistic process like? Any tools you favor?
My artistic process is...not that exciting lol. I get an idea, I daydream about it for a long time, I get the urge to write so I start writing, then the words/inspiration abandon me for a bit. Then, a few weeks or months later, inspiration strikes again, and I go back to the project. Rarely do I use an outline; usually, everything is in my head (which can sometimes be overwhelming when there are so many details floating around up there!) but it works for me. It does help now that I have some close fandom friends (lookin' at you @londonfog-chan! 🖤) that I can rely on to help me brainstorm or work through fic ideas. It helps hold me accountable when I want to write, and again, it's just nice to be excited with another person about creating something! The same goes for when I am beta-reading a story. Encouragement goes a long way, but of course, it's important to sit down together and think about what you want to accomplish, what kind of story you want to tell. Communication is important in the beta process because you want to make sure that you understand the author's vision; and once you do, you can make suggestions or help them plot out a fic that keeps in mind that vision.
What was it like to work on A Freak and a Basket Case?
So, I've beta-ed a few pieces for my bestie @londonfog-chan, and it's always fun because we have similar interests and we take the time to really think about who the characters are and what we're trying to communicate through them. Her story "A Freak and a Basket Case" was initially a reader-insert story, but it's being re-written as an OC fic (with Eddie Munson as the love interest) which was the original intention. Something that I like about this story is that the OC is a Latina, so there's an added layer to the storytelling in that it's through the perspective of someone who could be considered an outcast in Indiana in the '80s. For me, it's easy to step into the character's shoes and envision her thought process/reactions because I can see myself in her. I think it also helps that we both like to write Eddie a little unhinged and not suave but still charismatic in his own way, so when we work through his dialogue, we usually have the same vision. Overall, I think it helps to work with someone who gets your characters, and whose characters you can understand, too.
What was it like to work on "the devil in me (likes a devil in you)" and "heard you, saw you / need you, love you."?
As for my own work, I have two stories I'm most proud of. The first is "the devil in me (likes a devil in you" and the second is "heard you, saw you / need you, love you." The first story is a mix of comedy and the supernatural, with a Black vampire OC as Eddie Munson's love interest. It was inspired by the TV show "What We Do in the Shadows" and the song "Sister of Night" by Depeche Mode. Really, I just wanted to write something for Eddie that wasn't as depressing as his ending in season 4; and I wanted to write an OC that I could relate to! The second story, which is a reader-insert, is just straight up horror. That one was inspired by "Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been?" by Joyce Carol Oates. I read that story over a decade ago, and it had a profound impact on my reading interests. I love stories that unsettle me, that haunt me for days or weeks or even months at a time. Flayed!Eddie was born out of that desire to be horrified. It's probably my favorite thing that I've ever written.
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Come crawling faster, obey your Master, your life burns faster, obey your Master! Master!
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I wish Americans fucked with more foreign music. You don’t have to know the language to appreciate a good record. Folks in other countries listen to our music and don’t speak a lick of english. Music needs no translator
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After watching a random celebrity “What’s in my bag?” video, I got curious (or maybe just nosy, lol) and started asking everyone the same question. So, what’s in your bag? Or, if you’re not the type to carry one, what’s in your pockets?
Ahhhhhh!!! You got me so excited to look through my purse, and then I realized basically all I have in there are hygiene products, and ten thousand napkins from Whataburger 😭.
I don’t have available pics, but I found some online to give you an idea of what London carries in her bag.

For starters, I’ve got two bags I use.
The first one is my 17” Kånken I bought in Iceland five years ago. I use it as my work bag because it can hold all my zebra highlighters and pens. I carry so much crap in that bag, I can’t even begin to know what’s in there. I also have spearmint gum, hand cream, and Buckin’ Bee lip balm somewhere in there.
An Argyle squishmallow keychain lives on my bag.
Second bag is my every day purse. It’s a faux leather Rock N Roller Coaster Loungefly I got from Disney World last year. My black Kånken wallet goes between both the work bag and my every day purse, as does my cell phone and keys. This is also the bag comprised of 90% napkins. I also keep my Black Honey lipstick in there, as well as my Berry Bliss Touchland hand sanitizer. I take this purse on regular outings and to the gym, love me a small backpack!
I always keep both pads and tampons in my bags in case of emergency, as well as a small yellow prescription bottle filled with ibuprofen. At one point I had some sun screen, hand cream and a kabuki brush in there, but I have no idea where I put them.
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Stranger Things Season 1: you need spacesuits to be in the upside down
Stranger Things Season 4: Steve breasted boobily into the upside down to fight bats sensually with his teeth
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i must not take it personal. taking it personal is the mind killer. taking it personal is the little death that brings total oblivion. i will face taking it personal. i will permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone past i will turn the inner eye to see its path. when the taking it personal has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain
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Hi, I noticed your story has conflict in it, and I was wondering why you didn't just write people who are right doing everything correctly with a note saying "I enthusiastically co-sign everything in this story"? Must be some kind of mistake haha
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Gunne Sax, early 1970s
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Ready Or Not (Fargo series) Gator Tillman x fem!reader x eventual fem!oc Lexi chapters 1 & 2
Ready or not gonna find you and make you want me
Plot summary for series: Trigger warning- kidnapping, talk of past miscarriage, pregnancy scare.
(OC Lexi will be introduced in chapter 3. Reader is 27, Gator is 28, and Lexi is 30.)
Gator and the reader have been dating for almost 3 years. Reader and Gator love each other and decide to take their relationship even further. Roy eventually gets in the way of their newfound happiness. Their world gets turned upside down by him, and a tangled web of lies is woven and uncovered. With so many secrets and lies in their small town, they have to fight for their survival. Will they stay together or be torn apart?
OC Lexi character sheet google docs
Chapter 1- Dangerous (it's what you want me for) 1.4K words
chapter 2- crave 2.6K words
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Reader's POV:
Being with your boyfriend, Gator was always a feeling of safety. He was your everything- your light, your guide, your everything. Being in his arms felt like home, and you knew you would do anything for him without a doubt. Even years after getting together, your heart skipped a beat just by looking at him and seeing him from across the room. No matter what he was doing, you found solace in the fact that he was there and he was yours.
The only problem about being with Gator was that his father Roy Tillman was a real son of a bitch. He hated Gator and despised you, so as soon as you were able to move out of your parents' house, you did, and Gator did too. Moving in together in North Dakota was a relief, and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Roy was the biggest jerk, and you didn’t even know why he despised you so much.
Gator hated his father at times, but at other times, he had a soft spot for him for some reason unbeknownst to you. Gator deserved so much better than his piece of crap father. He had confided to you in the past that his dad, as head sheriff, had him do some pretty sketchy stuff and blackmailed him into it. There weren’t many details he had given you, but you knew that he had no one else around most of his life growing up except his father, because his mother was gone even before he was a teenager.
You and Gator both loved heavy metal with a passion and would try to go to concerts together as much as possible. With him being the sheriff, he was the most perfect bodyguard. You saw bands like Judas Priest, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Cane Hill, Deftones, Papa Roach, and so many more. Pantera was his absolute favorite band, followed by Damageplan and Hellyeah, but mainly because of Vinnie Paul and Dimebag Darrell, except he had no interest in Pantera as a tribute without Vinnie and Dime, and he was saddened by the idea of Pantera without the 2 original founding members.
Roy probably disliked you because you took his son away from him, and he, at heart, had a soft spot for him because he was his only child until he got remarried and had two more kids. He was a cruel guy, and even though Gator was his only son, you knew he was sketchy. Now that Gator was living with you and you were seriously dating in a long-term relationship, Roy would no doubt make it his business to try and ruin it for both of you, but you knew how to make it on your own.
You loved Gator so much, and sometimes you were scared just thinking about what would happen if you were to lose him and what you would do if you were to ever be without him. You first met Gator at the local club, and over a game of 8-ball pool and some drinks, you decided you wanted to bring him home. Before you could even make it to your door though you were making out and you were all over him even though it was colder than a witch’s tit outside and almost Halloween. Truth be told, you were captivated by him even though he was a sheriff and you despised that kind of authority, but oh, how he changed your mind about that.
From then on and that day forward, you and Gator were inseparable. You loved to tie each other up and use handcuffs on each other chaining yourselves to the bed and fucking like rabbits. Before you, Gator hadn’t been in a long-term relationship, and you planned to show him just how nice it could be to have a partner. There was so much love you had to give, and Gator deserved to be loved just as much as you deserved it.
Before you moved in together, sometimes Gator would follow you home to make sure you got there safe and on the way, you would end up having a little fun of your own. You would roleplay and pretend you were a victim and in danger. This would lead to dry humping, fucking, blowjobs, him eating you out, and fingering/handjobs. The mutual masturbation and looking deeply into each other's eyes was the best part because it was just so sexy, almost too sexy to get off together.
As your relationship progressed, you would have him over to cook him dinner and have fun baking together. Your parents were out a lot, and you spent a lot of time alone with him, especially in your basement, which was converted into a loft complete with a big screen TV. There was just something about Gator that was addictive, and you loved it. The feeling gave you so much hope for a better and brighter future with him. Two years into your relationship, you decided to get a place of your own, and rent was tight so soon after Gator moved in with you.
Living together was like a dream come true and even though Roy gave both of you bullshit you got Gator away from him finally and as long as he wasn’t working a shift as the town sheriff he was completely away from Roy. Or at least that’s what you thought. Cosplaying for Gator and roleplaying with him was always exciting. There was just so much you loved about him.
There was one thing, though, that unsettled you, and you knew this nagging feeling wouldn’t go away. When you started getting threats, which consisted mainly of letters, you were certain it was from Roy. With no definitive proof, though there was nothing you could do. It partially stopped when you put up a surveillance system. The threats went to email, though, and social media from burner emails and accounts, and much to your dismay, blocking it did next to nothing before new threats would pop up.
It was bothering you, but you wouldn’t let it break you. You had Gator after all, always and forever, or at least you hoped so. There was so much you wanted with Gator, and one day you would be able to get away with him. There was pride he took in being the town sheriff, but as long as Roy was in the picture, it seemed hopeless at times. You knew that the feeling couldn’t last forever, but it was frustrating to have him in your life.
The year prior, you had gotten pregnant unexpectedly, and before that, you had a pregnancy scare. You weren’t ready yet, but Gator was going to make a great father one day, and you would be the best mother you possibly could be. That was not meant to be yet, and when you did get pregnant and were preparing for the baby by getting the room ready and doing all you possibly could to get ready to welcome this new chapter of your life into existence, the miscarriage happened. Gator was torn, and you were just as heartbroken about it, wondering just how something so beautiful could be torn away and taken from you. It was unfair and excruciating.
You never left each other's side, and even though you felt like he deserved better at times, you talked yourself down from leaving. Gator picked up vaping again, much to your dismay, and you found yourself distant from him at times. These were some of the worst feelings. You had wanted a girl so badly, or even twins, fraternal ones, a girl and a boy. Gator just wanted a healthy, beautiful baby.
There was a lot in life you had experienced and had seen that was intense and changed you forever, but through some of the hardships, there was beauty too. Your relationship with Gator meant so much to you, and you couldn’t imagine life without him ever again. Roy was a hard ass and now that Gator was away from that toxic living environment with Roy you knew he was in a better place mentally and emotionally. Roy had so much control over Gator, and it scarred him.
Even though you had regrets in your past, you were now just trying to live life to the fullest. Everything about being with Gator, for the most part, was loving and just what you needed. Without your family to support you, Gator was your one and only, and kept you grounded.
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chapter 2- CRAVE
Chapter 2
Crave
Plot summary for chapter 2: Gator comes home wearing his Jack Skellington Nightmare Before Christmas mask and has his way with you.
Chapter nsfw warnings: spitting, fisting, rough unprotected sex, hair pulling, light choking, reader is tied up, cream pie, orgasm denial.
Tonight was the night that Gator was going to come home from his long shift and take his frustrations out on you. It was your favorite time of the year, with the crisp Autumn leaves falling outside and the chilly air. Breathing the cold night air through your lungs, you saw Gator’s truck driving slowly down the road and noticed he was vaping out the window. He was right on time, and now you just had to go and get in position for him.
Going back inside, you shut the door and walked up the stairs, going to hide in the guest room closet. Gator's loud footsteps could be heard after he shut the front door and locked it. He was now wearing his signature plastic Halloween Jack Skellington Nightmare Before Christmas mask. Stifling your breathing, you waited as you heard his feet come up the steps at a leisurely pace, and you waited impatiently for him to find you.
At first, it sounded like he was going into the closets in your room and moving about, rifling through things. Soon he got close to the guest room, and the anticipation was nearly killing you. Finally, Gator made his way slowly but surely into the guest room. Turning on the light, it illuminated the closet. But still, he took his time finding you.
Going to the bed, he riffled through the blankets and pillows before looking under the bed. Seeing him in his mask made you let out a deep, long-held breath. “Well, well, well, where are you, princess? Can’t hide from me forever.” Gator's voice made you melt. Peering through the hole in the closet, you came face to face with him. Seeing him just made you want to rip off his uniform and fuck him right then and there.
Recently, you bought more toys with Gator and wanted to use them, among other things. Truth be told, you were in the mood for something even kinkier than being tied up and used. In the past, you had one threesome with Gator and a friend of his from college- a man named Richard. Other times you would have one night stands with random women and Gator would watch you and her as he got off and then fucked you until he came making you a mess. Finding a woman to have proper threesomes with and having a girl to dominate you and fuck Gator with though would be super hot.
Going to the closet, he opened it slowly and looked through the clothes on hangers and moving them until he saw you. This was one of the best parts of the game you played with him. Having Gator catch you made you super hot for him. Picking you up with ease, he threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed, put you onto it, and spread your legs.
“What a dirty little slut you are trying to hide from me.”
“Please, sir, don’t hurt me.”
“Oh, I’m just going to have some fun with you and baby, we are just getting started.”
Gator removed his Jack Skellington mask and placed it aside.
“Oh, Mr. Skellington, you gave me quite a fright,” you teased, deciding to play into his silly little game.
This kidnapping fantasy you had with Gator always managed to get both of you riled up in the best ways humanly possible. There was so much pent-up tension you had for each other, and you just needed a release. Besides this, the only thing that could get you super hot and bothered was the angry sex and the fighting that led to sex.
“Oh really? Well, you are about to get more of that.”
“I’ll do anything as long as you don’t arrest me!” You challenged Gator, eyes wide with excitement.
The tension in the room was palpable, and you were so thrilled getting goosebumps on your arms and skin as Gator held you down on the bed by your wrists with your hands placed above your head. There was no escaping this, and you craved it completely. You needed him mind, body, and fucking soul.
“Good. Just be good for me, and if you let me do everything I want to you, then I will let you go free. But only after I finish having my way with you,” he sneers, a playful glint in his eyes.
All day you had been anticipating this moment, and the night before, aching for him to come home from work and wearing his Jack mask to pound you into oblivion so hard until you forgot your name and were seeing stars. Gator reached into the nearby drawer and took out the red rope. Unraveling it, he took your left arm and tied your hand up around the bedpost notch, and then your right hand until it was snug.
Spreading your legs on instinct for Gator his fingers moved down your body, caressing your chest and groping your breasts before they made their way down to your pink pajama pants, pulling them down. Your pussy was getting wetter with each passing moment as Gator began to kiss your thong underwear. Your nipples got hard as he caressed your heat, your damp panties wet just from his touch.
“Fuck Gator I’m so wet,” you mewled as he unbuttoned your pajama top with haste licking his lips as he got all the buttons undone.
He reached for his Stark County sheriff's hat and put it on your head. The way he looked at you was like he wanted to devour you. To him, you were insatiable.
“I want to fuck you so hard. You want to fuck your Jack Skellington?” Gator demanded roughly as he slapped your breasts and pinched your nipples.
“Yes daddy please fuck me Jack!” You pleaded with him pussy throbbing and tits aching for some relief.
Grabbing some lube and oils from the bedside nightstand, Gator ripped your thong off and then poured the oil and lube all over your pussy. There was no such thing as too much oil or lube to him. Unbuttoning his uniform collared shirt, it was soon removed, and his black leather belt was too. Removing his shoes, Gator took off his pants, revealing the bulge of his throbbing erection through his navy blue plaid boxer briefs.
“Please fuck me Gator please!” You beg as if your life depended on it, squirming under the snug restraints.
Gator removed his Jack mask and put it to the side on the edge of the bed. Pulling his boxers down his cock sprung free and hit his stomach. His dick was the most perfect specimen and you never grew tired of seeing it and thick/veiny it truly was. Gator had the best balls too and right now you wanted his cock buried deep inside you, filling you to the hilt. Getting on the bed, Gator kissed you with passion tongues, tangling.
“Open your mouth for me,” he ordered as he held your hips firmly.
Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to tease him, he spat into your mouth and closed it.
“Now swallow,” he commanded, and you did, enjoying it and licking your lips.
Stroking his cock he began to lick your pussy massaging your clit with his tongue earning pretty cries from you. Looking up at you Gator devoured you licking and sucking stroking his cock in tandem to the speed of his tongue on your sensitive bud.
“Gator I want you so badly fuck!” You praised him, groaning and bucking your hips aching to touch him.
Gator moaned against your pussy devouring your juices as you coated his tongue with your slick. You were almost losing it as your thighs clenched around his head, already unable to stand this any longer. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Gator pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking his lips.
“Fuck yes sheriff, eat me, please! Oh, fuck!”
Your cries were like music to his ears as he lapped at your needy clit your cunt clenching desperately around his tongue his mouth working overtime on your most sensitive areas. It was mind-blowing and he made you see stars as you let him devour your pretty pussy.
“Shit this tastes so good. My favorite pussy in all of Stark County,” Gator boasted stroking himself harder and faster now.
His ruthless pace with his tongue, mouth, and fingers on your pussy were almost enough to make you cum on the spot but he had more in store for you.
“Gator I need your cock inside now!”
You demanded. Gator kissed up your body and wrapped his hand around your throat.
“Just remember, Princess, I call the shots here, alright? You are in no position to bargain with me. Understood? Nod if you get it,” he commanded as you squirmed and moved against your restraints, even kicking slightly.
“Stop kicking, and I will let go.”
You nodded in understanding, and he released his chokehold on you.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Fuck I need this cunt now I can’t wait any longer,” he responded in a firm tone.
The way he worked you up like this got you even wetter for him. You couldn’t hold back much longer, and when he chose to withhold your orgasms from you and make you even needier for him, it worked you up. There was so much fierce and fiery passion you had for one another, and hopefully, that would never change.
“Gonna fuck this pussy until its sore and raw and we cum together. Got it?”
You nodded eagerly, and this seemed to satisfy Gator as he licked his lips. Sliding inside you with ease, he groaned and filled you up. For a while now, you had been on birth control, and Gator loved to hit it raw, being skin on skin; there was no better feeling in this world, and you wholeheartedly agreed with him.
“Oh, Gator, I need you. Please be mine.”
“Forever and ever, Princess.”
Pinching your nipple, she began to move inside you, stretching you wide open for him, the squealing sounds of skin against skin echoing off the walls. This was your favorite way to be with Gator. He kissed you with his tongue, flicking your nipples and kneading your breasts as his thrusts became faster and harsher. His cock fit your pussy so snuggly and perfectly.
This was like heaven to you having him buried deep inside your cunt fucking you and as you breathed in his scent you felt like you would never get tired of this feeling. In your heart and mind, you both knew that things would last with Gator; he was the love of your life.
“Fuck Gator rub my clit please!” You eagerly begged a needy mess.
He loved your cries and whimpers, it made him feel wanted and made him know he was hitting it good.
“Oh really, sweetheart, like this? You are so needy my good little whore,” he chided you as he rubbed your clit with one thick finger.
This was one of his favorite things to do, work you up like this, and it made you a completely needy and whiny mess, but he loved it, and this feeling was incredible. One of the most wonderful things.
“Fuck yes Gator I’m so fucking hot for you!”
Hearing you praise him had Gator fuck into you even harder and he gripped your hair pulling tightly on your ponytail. This was something he would never be able to get over or get enough of. Your cunt had a powerful hold on him and he loved so much how his cock fit your pussy filling it up and gripping him. You were both in love and drunk on this feeling, wanting it to last forever.
“Oh shit baby you know how riled up that gets me. I’m so fucking close are you baby?” His groans increasing in volume as he fucks you to his liking continuously rubbing your clit in slow counterclockwise circles.
His pounding into you caused the bed to shake. There was nothing he wanted more than to bury his load deep inside of you filling you up with his white, hot cum. He loved to see you fall apart because of his cock and tonight was certainly no exception.
“I wanna cum so bad Gator!”
Your sounds were like music to his ears as he released his grip on your hair and massaged your clit with more fervor increasng his speed as he flicked his wrist causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.
“I love when you talk dirty like that.”
Gator knew just what to say to you. He made you wanna cum so bad. It was hard to resist anything with him because he was Gator and it would take little to nothing for him to have you worshipping his cock.
“Oh, Gator, I’m too close, this is so perfect I-! Fuck!” You screamed wanting him to tell you it was okay to cum.
His pounding and relentless thrusts were going to make you lose control. Hell, you were already about to lose it all and let your inhibitions go because you knew you couldn’t hold them in much longer. Rubbing your clit with calculated precision, Gator took your breast into his mouth sucking on your nipple making your nipples harden.
“You wanna cum but you have to wait princess. Soon but not yet. Sheriff wants you to hold off,” he wickedly demands.
It was pure torture for you, but you knew that you could hold off for him. No matter what, you weren’t a quitter, and your beloved lover and Sheriff was someone you didn’t want to dare disobey. As your cries increased, Gator’s relentless rubbing on your clit made you on the precipice of losing control.
“Okay, Daddy. Fuck mark me up!” You protested, groaning as you pulled against your snug restraints.
Gator continued his ruthless pace inside your tight walls making the bed creak as he filled you with his cock pounding away like a jackhammer.
“Yeah you little slut you wanna have your Sheriff mark you the fuck up before he fills you up like the little cum dumpster that you are?” He boldly challenges as he tilts your head up to look at him directly in the eyes, his precum now becoming evident.
You nodded, crying out in anguish and pleasure, both just wanting some sort of relief. Gator responded by growling gruffly and biting your breasts, kneading them together, and slapping them. Beads of perspiration ran down his body as he sucked and pleased your breasts. It was all you needed and craved. As his thrusts became faster, they also became more erratic.
“Baby I’m gonna cum gonna fill you up with this cum. Cum with me,” he ordered slapping your clit.
Gator pulled his cock out just to tease it at your entrance slapping it then sliding right back inside driving you wild with extreme pleasure and euphoria. Gators gasps and his eye contact as he moved inside you made you lose it and you were cumming with him limbs tangled in passion.
“Yeah thats right take it milk this cock dry my perfect cum slut,” he praised you kissing your forehead and gently rocking inside you as his cum was buried deep inside your walls now.
“Gator I’m cumming!” You mewled.
Peppering you with kisses he collapsed next to you skin on skin still his cock buried to the hilt deep inside of you. When it was over, he untied you and let you lie on his chest as he threaded his fingers through your hair.
“Look so beautiful when you cum baby.”
You finally got the feeling back in your hands from being tied up, and you were able to hold your Gator.
“You do to,o Gator.”
He was going to be the death of you. You might even be the death of each other….
Soundtrack
Hurricane by 30 seconds to mars
Three by incura
Dangerous by depeche mode
Unraveling by sevendust
Le petite morte by Razakel
Crave by fate destroyed
You’re so wonderful by Cane Hill
What you do to me by Straight Line Stitch
Malice and limits by Bad Omens
Ready or not by UMC
Come undone duran duran
Separate ways worlds apart Eva Under Fire
Special by Halestorm
Pony (Ginuwine cover) by Far
Mean by Chelsea Wolfe and Health
No Escape, Ashamed of Being Born, and Hateful by Health
The Drain by Bad Omens x Health x Swarm
Excess Health x Pertubator
Gone with the Sin by HIM
Giving in by Adema
Cant sleep by Blacktop Mojo
Hollow by Breaking Benjamin
Change by Deftones
Fever by bullet for my valentine
Wolf you feed by Nita Strauss and Alissa-White Gluz
Headspin by Butcher Babies
Lust by buckcherry
Sin city by Genitorturers
Lost in control and cruel game by the Relentless
Stronger by through fire
william control price we pay
All the things she said- chase thee comet and lena scissorhands (infected rain)
Desire- violet orlandi
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I can't stand seeing internalized racism in fandom spaces be referred to as someone's preference. Because oops, my bad, silly me, your idolization and centering of the one prominent white character in a predominately black story is solely based on you preferring the white character's appeal.
I could believe that. I could genuinely believe that was the case, if not for the fact that the centering and idolization of whiteness has always taken precedence over the presence/importance of black and POC characters in a multitude of fandoms over the years. Your "preference" is a systemic issue rooted in an internalized bias that favors whiteness.
And sure, it's fandom, none of this is real and I can logoff whenever I want. Sure. But the issue of internalized racism is very very real, and it will continue to persist and spread like the invasive weed it is in all spaces of media regardless of who addresses it.
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Screaming 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later
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Jason Voorhees - Born June 13, 1946 - Friday The 13th (1980)
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House of the Future interior concept by the Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation, Phoenix AZ (1979)
Architect: Charles Schiffner for Presley Corporation
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