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[treedaddypuff]

if you haven’t joined us to watch keke movies yet, what are you doing with your life?

[fuckthemforthis]

I know it's belly thirsting time but listen. That tongue.

[handageddon]

we need more condolences to /m/ in here

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Stay Ready." Gabriel May X AFAB! Reader.

Sooo! In the Boiler Lounge we watched Malignant a few weeks ago and I decided I fucking love Gabriel May and so fuck it, he’s on the list. I had this idea of some cockwarming and suspension work and so I just had to get into it, let’s not waste time and let’s get into this first fic with the new boy!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.5K. Gabriel May X AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Toy Use. Cockwarming. Shibari. Suspension. Blow Job. Gagging. Rope Play. Restrained Reader. Denial. Frustration. Praise. Leave Alone Play. 

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You are not sure how he got so proficient with rope work, but perhaps it wasn’t best to linger on the thought for too long and honestly, trying to pin down when he honed the skill wouldn’t make this any easier would it? Maybe it might distract you but that would be momentary at best and wouldn’t last, or maybe it would have the opposite effect if you think heavily on the dedication he would have poured in to become this good at it? The image slips into your mind, of rough ropes passing through his fingers, working quickly, deftly, tying and untying knots, trying different configurations, finding just the best way to do it, constant improvement and betterment. 

A clench of your walls happens involuntarily over the image and you let out a weak groan into your gag. You aren’t sure how long you have been like this, time is hard to keep track of in this state but you do know you are starting to feel sore. Gabriel had something to go out to attend to, important business, but he said he had plans for you when he got home, plans that would be made much easier with some appropriate preparations. You were of course completely down for whatever he had in mind, to quote you, “No matter how intense.” 

You didn’t realise you’d come to regret those very words. 

The idea sounded fun, different, the thrum of excitement runs through you as you strip down, the feeling increases when the ropes come out, and elevates further still when he starts coiling the woven fibres around the appropriate points. Wrists, ankles, elbows, knees, wrapping over your hips and biceps and over your shoulders, crossing over your back. The points he picked were very carefully chosen, you were rigged up in the attic of course, the way the ropes rested ensured good circulation and little strain, holding you up comfortably and easily. Your heart races, the act of him tying you is playful but tension filled, you keep catching his eye as he works and you can’t help but grin. 

But it couldn’t just be that could it?

No, it couldn’t be so simple, there needed to be more to this. 

This was about preparing you, after all, making sure that you were ready for what he had in mind. You thought he was done when he finished tying you up but no he was not, he had procured that first toy he’d purchased when you got together. In his hand was that monstrous dildo that he felt best represented what he hoped, wanted, wished his dick could be, the best of what he thought it could be, the ultimate ideal. 

It was a gorgeous toy, no expense spared, you splurged, naturally. It was long, thick, with bumps and ridges, a well defined head, a part of the shaft that had an intense dip and was meant to grind just so into your clit when it was balls deep inside, it was this almost blood red bleeding down into a stunning black, a very cool looking ombre effect. If you had a gun to your head? You’d say it was probably the kind of dick you’d imagine a demon having, the whole purpose of it to fuck and to do so better than a regular mortal dick could ever hope to, hit spots and stretch in ways no average man could ever achieve. It suited him, he was more than mortal, better than man, he deserved a cock that communicated as such. 

He made you suck it, made you lube it with your own mouth to his satisfaction and didn’t stop until the drool had spilled down your chin and neck. He held the base and it moved it back and forth, made you take more, a few slight gags here, he made sure to give you plenty of encouragement, the praise pouring out of the radio on the nearby work bench. How can he wreck you with just a few simple words? Even the basic, “Good job. Look at you.” that he gave made you fucking weak.

“I could watch you choke on it for hours-” But, you know a but is coming. 

“-but I have places to be.” Even the admission of his departure sounds good, even if you wished he wouldn’t leave, even though you wanted him to stay and play, the rough quality to his voice as it crackles out with the static hits you hard. 

Now with his dick soaked and dripping with your spit he brings it down and he wastes no time to work it into you, one hand holding the base, the other occupied with stimulating you to make taking it actually feasible. A leather clad thumb flicks up and down your clit as the head prods at your hole, as the pleasure sinks in, sticking to your very bones you begin to accept the intrusion. You get wet embarrassingly quick, it doesn’t take much effort to get the first half into you, the laugh makes you want to press your thighs together, he comments that your hole is, “-so fucking hungry. Swallowing me up so fast.” 

You hang off every word he forces out as he drives the toy up into you harder, he revels in every moan you release, and soon enough he has the whole insertable length buried in you, stretching you wide, almost painfully so. You thought he was done with the rope but apparently not, he pulled more out still and then, he added to the ties already on you and his aim became self-explanatory, it’s to hold the toy inside of you.

“Try to move.” The command makes you act on instinct, a shift of your hips, you can move barely but it is enough to make you grind your clit the barest bit, to  cause the toy to flex inside you just a hair, a terrible fucking tease. You repeat the action a few times, you groan and your eyes roll back and he sounds almost gleeful at seeing how frustratingly little you get out of trying to fuck yourself, “Perfect.”

The gag is pulled out and stuffed into your mouth, you take it gratefully, a gloved hand stroking down your face and he tells you, “Be good.” 

And then he is leaving. You listen to the sound of the heavy boot falls as he leaves you alone and tied up for who knows how long. 

This is so smart of him really. This is keeping you loose and open for him, perpetually ready, and it is whipping you up into a total mess of need without him having to put forth any further effort once the set up was complete. You are worsening your own situation, every squirm moves the toy and it makes you want more, it makes you wetter, your thoughts run wild and it all starts feeding into itself. Your thighs are drenched, your clit is throbbing incessantly, begging for some serious attention, desperate to get off, to cum. Your cunt is split open and so full, you didn’t know you could take having something so large inside you for so long, this is maddening. You should have expected this at some point, Gabriel had expressed wanting to cockwarm you at some point, you naively thought that meant he would be here for the experience. 

This is just the start too. He is going to do more with you when he is home, this is the precursor, this is to get you ready for him and whatever he had in mind and your nerves are already frayed, soreness already threatening to set in and yet you can’t stop moving, even when all it does is aggravate your issue. 

Wiggle, squirm, writhe, slight grind, it’s not enough, never enough, thinking of him, craving him, wanting him, it’s enough to make you cry and you are pretty sure you do at one point. 

Left alone to stew in your own juices, hung like a decoration, treated like a toy for his amusement and worse still, you love it and are going to show him just how much whenever he returns. You think of his praise, of hearing his footsteps approaching, of him touching you, commenting on how drenched you are. 

You think of his hands, of them bringing you pleasure, of you finally getting to cum, you think of pleasing him and it helps carry you through. You could do this, you could wait for him, you were going to prove to him that you were more than worthy of his time, energy and effort. 

You take some deep breaths, try to keep yourself composed, gear yourself up to endure but when you think of his body to yours, of him nipping at your throat, the whine bubbles out and you buck your hips and the cycle starts over again.

You give a silent prayer, hoping he will come home soon and that the next stage of this game will bring your satisfaction as well as his.

[frogiwi]

where is the itsuomi x oushi yaoi.

[witchinatree]

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[mimiyanna]

So are you in love with me yet? Do I need to be somehow MORE charming? Orrrrrrr…?

[theautismgoblin]

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COME ON LOOK AT DAT FACE HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO THAT FACE YALL!!!

[uzurakis]

WOOO USER UZURAKIS IS BACK (∩˃o˂∩)

ure saying this as if we dont fuck behind closed doors lei 🤨 such a shame . .

[chilchucks-timbs]

hello i see you reblogged a hadestown thing from me and tagged it. do you. do you perhaps have any thoughts on hadestown at the west end and the lyric changes. (trying to socialise) (tired and insane abt hadestown)

I really wish I had something important to say.

But with hadestown I need to cry and stare at the ceiling.

Also do you think about how the story of Orpheus and Eurydice has been passed down for thousands of years to end up in modern day, the story has reached far outside of Greece. It has touched so so many people. Have you ever thought about how many people have heard that story? How many people have sung the songs hades town? How many people were there? How connected maybe we all really are- even if it’s just for a fictional story that touched us all?

Do you ever think about how humanity is really nice actually?

[petroglyphy]

ADVENTURE TIME KIN WAKE THE FUCK UP

[sixofclovers]

hecate

[bizarrebazaar13]

what if your doppelgänger wasn’t evil it was just a person. what if your doppelgänger wasn’t trying to replace you it was just trying to learn to be a person and you were the best model it had. what if your doppelgänger looked at you with your eyes and said with your voice that it just wanted to be loved. what then.

[never-quite-buried]

Nope now it’s at the point that i’m shocked that people off tt don’t know what’s going down. I have no reach but i’ll sum it up anyway.

SCOTUS is hearing on the constitutionality of the ban as tiktok and creators are arguing that it is a violation of our first amendment rights to free speech, freedom of the press and freedom to assemble.

SCOTUS: tiktok bad, big security concern because china bad!

Tiktok lawyers: if china is such a concern why are you singling us out? Why not SHEIN or temu which collect far more information and are less transparent with their users?

SCOTUS (out loud): well you see we don’t like how users are communicating with each other, it’s making them more anti-american and china could disseminate pro china propaganda (get it? They literally said they do not like how we Speak or how we Assemble. Independent journalists reach their audience on tt meaning they have Press they want to suppress)

Tiktok users: this is fucking bullshit i don’t want to lose this community what should we do? We don’t want to go to meta or x because they both lobbied congress to ban tiktok (free market capitalism amirite? Paying off your local congressmen to suppress the competition is totally what the free market is about) but nothing else is like TikTok

A few users: what about xiaohongshu? It’s the Chinese version of tiktok (not quite, douyin is the chinese tiktok but it’s primarily for younger users so xiaohongshu was chosen)

16 hours later:

Tiktok as a community has chosen to collectively migrate TO a chinese owned app that is purely in Chinese out of utter spite and contempt for meta/x and the gov that is backing them.

My fyp is a mix of “i would rather mail memes to my friends than ever return to instagram reels” and “i will xerox my data to xi jinping myself i do not care i share my ss# with 5 other people anyway” and “im just getting ready for my day with my chinese made coffee maker and my Chinese made blowdryer and my chinese made clothing and listening to a podcast on my chinese made phone and get in my car running on chinese manufactured microchips but logging into a chinese social media? Too much for our gov!” etc.

So the government was scared that tiktok was creating a sense of class consciousness and tried to kill it but by doing so they sent us all to xiaohongshu. And now? Oh it’s adorable seeing this gov-manufactured divide be crossed in such a way.

This is adorable and so not what they were expecting. Im sure they were expecting a reluctant return to reels and shorts to fill the void but tiktokers said fuck that, we will forge connections across the world. Who you tell me is my enemy i will make my friend. That’s pretty damn cool.

[luiza-starry-reblog-dump]

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