#clamping my mouth SHUT

[altblock-tm]

OC Fact #44

Hare wears baggy clothing and that gives him the illusion of being a twink.

In reality he's decently muscular. Physically he's the strongest out of his friends. Hare has spent his whole life magicless, so instead he trained with agility, strength, and how to wield several different types of weapons.

Him being ripped comes as a shock to pretty much everyone. Midnight, Krystll, Zerie, Maroon- even Hare himself at one point in his life.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

to say my reaction was....extremely undignified... at this jumpscare would be putting it lightly......

at the risk of dismemberment: mommy🥺 WHO SAID THAT!?

[deus-and-the-machina]

ffxiv garlemald discourse is so funny because people will go "ugh people just cant stand it when things aren't black and white" and then you look at how the empire are portrayed in stormblood and shadowbringers and its like hm. that seems like a pretty intense and accurate display of violent imperialism to me! Wow I wonder why people in this day and age may find it hard to feel sympathy for them or even hate them on principal. god its such a mystery.

the games like 50/50 to me on how it tackles these themes because I actually like the garlemald arc in EW, I think it has a lot of horrific and powerful scenes depicting how self destructive fascist propaganda and beliefs are, but I also think it doesn't go far enough on some fronts. the garleans' xenophobia is most notably and obstacle to getting them to accept the contingent's help, which is what they're there to do,

but there's never an admission of harm from any garleans on the uuuuuuuuh massive amount of war crimes the nations around them are still suffering from they're just kind of like "we misjudged you...but you actually wanted to help us all along" like yeah thats great now can we get you all some deprogramming because you keep talking about returning to your prime and glory days and I think we need to unpack some stuff you really SHOULDNT return to. im not even really talking about EW proper but the patches where things are a bit more chilled out and people are recovering.

It feels like they wanted to have their critique of imperialism and also have things end with the beauty of human connection and reaching out and these things just don't mesh well because hey a lot of your modern day audience is not gonna like having to treat people yelling xenophobic things at the cast and your character with kid gloves after you showed them hours and hours of the awful things these people's beliefs have done. especially in the present day hoo boy.

[stinkybreath]

Trying so hard not to try to get a good grade in patreon comment (normal to want etc)

[boy-above]

i'm back from the dentistttt i'm super numb ): they overdid it with the numbing in my humble onion (my nose is numb 😭😭) the numbing is always the worst part of the process tbh, both the pain of getting in the injections as well as being numb for however long afterwards esp if it effects more of my face than just my mouth. hate that shit. otherwise it went well, cavity defeated

[dullahandyke]

im sure ive posted before abt how i get insecure in my butchness sometimes n i think i need to crystalize this moment for those times. i feel like i crawled out of an alison bechdel cartoon

[josephtrohman]

i don’t even feel coherent after that vid. woke up and instantly got up and watched it and i’m like. yeah.

[holdingup-fallingsky]

This shoot was so chaotic and for what

[majicmarker]

tnt i am GOING to finish eddie’s scene in the xmas fic and i am GOING to make headway on the sex shop book and i am GOING to do it all without grinding my teeth down to chiclets so help me god or who the fuck ever

[gatoplanet]

pls release your sparrow ben and klaus fic the kids miss you

it broke 10.3k last night and these dudes just keep talking to each other i’m gonna die

[revivisection]

good news about the teeth!

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・choso being too loud ⸜⸜・

choso doesn't understand why he should be quiet when he's sleeping over at your parents house.

"baby, please shh." you try to tell him as the end of sentence turns into a moan. he has you in a weird position. you tried to tell him no, but choso is too needy and he got his way. that's why you're on your side while choso pumps his cock inside of you. your back starts to cramp because he insisted on sucking your titties while he fucks you. choso is too selfish, only caring about himself. and he's whiny too. his moans turn from needy whines to slutty moans. he's not trying to hide them, you love them, you've said it yourself.

"my parents will hear you." you tell him, wanting to slap your hand over his mouth.

"let them hear," he says, continuing fucking his cock into your womb, "let them hear how much we love each other."

oh no, you have so much to explain to him.

"no, they can't." you jump off his dick, making him whine. it doesn't take long for you to sit down on him, sliding his cock with your entrance.

"this way it's better, i have you under control." your hand clamps over his mouth as you start riding his cock. he's pouting at you, not liking the way you shut with up.

"oh, come on my little baby. let me milk that cock and tomorrow you can scream as loud as you can when we're finally home."

[3knecrotic]

Welp. This is singlehandedly the most terrifying experience I've felt in a minute.

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI

“Behave!” Simon orders firmly while gripping your jaw to make you look at him after you try to avoid his gaze and squirm away from his relentless assault on your sensitive, overstimulated body. 

He grabs your thrashing limbs and puts you into mating press, so you’re completely locked in beneath him, “Si, please! I can’t!” you whine pathetically, but your glossy eyes have a glint in them that tells him to go on. 

“Shh... you can, baby.” he coos as he slides his thick cock which is surprisingly still hard after fucking you for hours, inside your abused puffy pussy again.

Your oversensitive velvety walls feel like they’re on fire as his veiny girth spreads your folds and glides against the soft flesh, making you squeeze your eyes shut and grasp his biceps, nails digging into the firm muscles while you whine and mewl, tears streaming down the sides of your face. 

He sets a steady tempo, his brutally punishing thrusts causing a set of blazing flames to course through your body, whiny high-pitched moans escaping your throat blended with his breathy groans and low growls, his intense gaze burning through you as he utterly ruins you for any other man. 

His pace falters to erratic plunges into your swollen needy cunt as his high approaches and he feels your warm walls clamping down on him, your body shaking as your tenth orgasm of the night arrives and he kisses you, swallowing each other's moans as you both cum together, immersed in an all-consuming sensation of absolute euphoria. 

He flops down on top of you and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, a content sigh leaving your mouth. 

He lifts his head while still panting, concerned look etched on his face, “You ok?” he asks and you nod with a fucked-out smile dancing on your lips as a post-climactic fog takes over your brain. 

“Any pain?” he checks again, “Only a bit sore... but it’s ok. I kinda like it.” you reply, causing a smirk to form on his lips, “You did so well f’me...proud of you... my good girl.” he praises and leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. 

[peppermint-toads]

you know what would kill simon riley?

you and soap bullying him as he tries to ride his first cock.

“what? big strong military man can’t take a little dick?” how embarrassing.

johnny stands in front of the bed with his arms crossed, watching simon pathetically try to bounce up and down on the tip of the purple dildo without it slipping out. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, antagonizing simon as much as you can before the moment ends.

“aye, bonnie. he can dish it, but he can’t take it. nothing new for him.”

simon grunts in frustration. “shut up. the both of you.”

you giggle, because he presently poses no threat to either of you, which is typically not the case.

“i remember when you took my ass virginity, simon. don’t you? told me to take it like a good girl. think you can take that fake dick like a good girl, huh?”

a strained moan tears from simon’s throat as the tip breaches his hole and he takes the first couple inches.

“fucking, jesus.” he’s panting and refusing to make eye contact with either of you.

“that one isn’t nearly as big as soap’s. how do you plan on taking his?”

“i can do it.” simon sinks halfway down the dildo.

that part is probably true, even if it hurts like a bitch and there are tears welling in his eyes, he’s a stubborn bastard.

it started with typical banter. simon and johnny having a bit of back and forth over dinner.

“you couldn’t even handle me, lt.”

there it was. you knew he shouldn’t have said that because it sounded like a challenge. and simon couldn’t turn it down. which led you here. with simon almost fully seated on your stupid dildo.

“hate to say it, but johnny’s right. he’d split you in half.”

simon groans, he’s been feeding off your degrading comments this entire time, and you weren’t about to stop.

“look at you, whining and crying on my dildo. couldn’t even have the decency to get your own? pathetic.”

simon’s ass hits the silicone balls and he keens. his dick twitches as he cums all over himself, untouched. he collapses onto his back, heaving.

you and johnny stare, open mouthed at him. you can’t help the laugh of disbelief that spills from your mouth. you immediately clamp your hand over your lips and look over at johnny. he’s just as bewildered.

[screampied]

whiny toji was something i did know i needed till now🧍🏼‍♀️

now what about whiny sukuna👀👀 in his domain👀👀

-👁️

riding sukuna until he whines ★

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, whiney sukuna, brief choking, praise, dirty talk, premature ejaculation, mdni.

“oh, fine. do your worst, brat,” the curse would snicker with a sly grin stretching against the very curvature of his crimson pink lips. he’s not taking you serious.

then again, it’s rare for the sukuna ryomen to ever take you, his precious favorite human serious. you enlighten him so to speak, he cherishes the time he spends with you . . including the moments where you’re entrapped with him in his own domain. you’ve never had the patience though, as you’re straddling his lap— you’re hovering over his leaky tip and his fangs poke out into a mere, wicked smile. “givin’ up now? what’s with the hesitation, little one?” and a hand of his runs down the sides of your waist, a smirk pulling against his lips once he hums in amusement. “scared ‘m gonna stretch you out like last time?”

“no one’s scared,” you reply with an eye roll, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth. sukuna hums, multiple eyes flickering at you, taking in your beauty. a broad hand of his slings around your waist before giving it a tight squeeze. “just shut up ‘n lie back, ‘kuna.”

“not likin’ that attitude,” he grumps—crossing the upper part of his two arms before parting his legs. he was very beefy, the size difference between the two of you was almost adorable. another broad hand of his brings you closer, a hiss snakes from his lips as he feels your folds gradually swallow his frenulum. “but like i said, do your worst. i’ll be nice ‘n try not to fall asleep, heh.”

you were always annoyed with the smug, complacent smile that’s forevermore printed onto the curses lips. as you’re taking him down, it feels warm. he groans at the way your gummy walls easily clamp down against him.

easy, two of his hands grab onto your waist before he leans back against his throne. “you’re too cocky for your own good sometimes, ‘kuna,” and his eyes flicker at you. the nerve, he’d let you get away with saying almost anything to him.

the only reason why—simply because you were known as his favorite,

“and you’re too bratty for your own good,” he replies back with wit, the roughness in his tone making you throb. sukuna was so close to your ear, you inch closer until you’re met with his chest. perfectly toned pecs—soft toned pecs rubbing against your own, you can feel how perky his nipples were, brushing against the fabric of his cottony made kimono. inside his domain— it was dark, a mere scary glimpse of his own perfect little world. and yet, here he was sharing it with you. he sucks his teeth, your cunt holds him tight, refusing to let go and his head goes back. “my, perhaps you’ve missed me a lot more than you let on.”

so cocky,

with an eye roll, you lean in for a kiss— the demon returns it, a free hand of his wrapping around your throat whilst you’re taking him fully.

your hips start to sway, picking up a decent rhythm before you moan in his mouth. he skims a thumb down the aisle of your throat, feeling the vibrations that’s continuously flees from your voice. so harmonic, the sweet sounds you always made for him was a song he’d constantly listen to if he could.

“ugh,” he grunts, pulling away—a glimmering mixture of his own saliva departs away from your lips as he stares at you blankly. he’s almost in disbelief. with your arched hips in mere constant rotation, a raw groan rips from his lips. he finds it cute. the small prints of your fingers wrap around his throat, never once leaving eye contact. “you’re a kinky little girl today, huh. got no right choking m-me.”

sukuna’s voice falters all of sudden, he lets off a sharp gasp. the plump tip of his dick abruptly thumping against a specific spot deep inside of your swollen cunt. it hits it again, and again, and again,

he’s getting a bit sensitive. sukuna’s caught off guard—especially with how not only you’re choking him gingerly, but resuming to grind your sweet hips against him. so warm, you ride his lap like it’s your own personal throne. the middle parts of his back slumps against his royal seat as he gnaws on his lip. his breaths become significantly heavy and he already sounds like he’s running out of breath.

languidly,

your hips stutter against him—the hefty size of his cock rummages all through your pussy before you conceal yet another moan.

sukuna groans, feeling you lean up close to pierce the crowns of your teeth into the depths of his skin. lolling out your damp tongue, you savor the curses taste. he tastes sweet, almost salty but of course candied. a hand of his reaches near the outer cusps of your ass before a long nail of his carved light against your skin. moaning yourself, you seep your tongue canines into his neck to leave a mark and he grunts— yet this time, instead of his usual gruff tone that booms throughout his infamous, blood-curdling domain, for the first time in centuries or ever, sukuna ryomen whimpers.

it slips out of him easily, and oh is he embarrassed once he sees the dumbfounded expression of yours turn into straight smugness.

the whine spews from his ancient lips and he’s not fond of this feeling at all— he’s so deep into the very pits of your lower abdomen, making you feel every staggering inch of his cock and he sucks his teeth in desperation. a finger of yours slips through his kimono, trailing against his sculpted abs before you lean up close to him to whisper.

“aw,” you giggle with a hum shortly following, the rupture his dick makes within you almost gives your legs a good enough excuse to give up. running a finger down his undercut, you’re met with the meanest glare. “all that sass and you’re a whiny baby, sukuna,” and you thrust your hips against him further. the massive weight of his balls slapping back against your skin and he tenses up. broad shoulders raise before he whines again, although this time— it’s from feeling you kiss near the neglected corner of his lips. “who knew the king of curses could be a cute whiner.”

“s-shut up, mortal,” he groans, the sensitivity of his cock repeatedly thrashes against your g-spot. sukuna’s too caught off guard that he doesn’t even realize he ends up finishing early.. too early,

thick stringy ropes end up shooting into you, it’s warm and sticky. you pause your hips—relishing in the hotness of his spurts of seed that trickles its way into you. sukuna’s spasming out underneath you, it’s so cute to see. his jaw hangs open, the most lewdest whimpers leaving out of his throat before the veins that run within his bulky arms pulse. he’s seeing everything but the vision; the vision of you straddling his lap, staring into his eyes with that cheeky grin.

submissive sukuna,

you lean in to kiss him whilst he’s still dumping an entire gluey load of cum into you. such satiny ropes, he sloppily returns the favor, breath heavy and sheets of sweat pouring down the sides of his face. “goodness,” and his voice— it’s not as confident as it was, you hear a slight tremor in it and it’s cute. he’s still heaving, clingy walls continue to grip around him before his fangs nip at your bottom lip. “a-ah, got me soundin’ like a worthless p—”

“shh, baby,” you purr, and he’s like puffy folding in your hands. once cruel and sadistic eyes—now all droopy and full of heart eyes at your very expense. he calms down from the strokes of your hand against his face and he shudders, trying to pull into another kiss but you stop him. he whines again. “oh, does the demon want another kiss?”

he nods, that same cute grump of a scowl returning to his lips before he sighs. “give me a kiss.”

“not when you ask like that, ‘kuna,” you tease and his eye twitches, again— the nerve..

he feels the way his cum starts to ooze out between your thighs and he glowers at you. such a baby, you lean in to kiss his pout away and his arms go back to being crossed. “say pretty please.”

“perish.”

“fine kiss yourself,” you roll your eyes with a sly smile, preparing to make your way off the demons lap until he holds you tight. two strong arms grabbing you,

so clingy . .

with a scoff, he looks away—a cute tint rising to his face before he mumbles. “give me a kiss, pretty please.”

“that’s a good demon,” you giggle, slinging your arms around him before pressing him a soft, wet kiss. he whines at your taste, wanting nothing more than to savor it. his tongue curls against yours before he feels your hips start to pick up again. he moans, his left thigh twitching before your bouncing accelerates. he was still so sensitive, and yet here he was, like dough mending underneath you.

a while after, you pull away and he pouts— hiding his face into the very crook of your neck. sukuna snarls, nibbling against your skin before whining out a low, raspy, “i- i need a minute,” and he hides more of his sweetened whimpers into your neck. “don’t move. we’re gonna stay like this, f-fuck.”