#godddddd writing torture is hard

[jammysworks]

hihihi, could i request conrad and reader fucking in missionary? like i just can’t get out of my mind how much he’d love this position getting to watch your eyes rollback and circle on your clit at the same time? oh my godddddd

i tried to proofread this as much as possible. my cat kept crawling on my laptop while i was writing 😭

smut below the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: smut, punishment, light teasing is mentioned, making out/steamy grinding, dry humping, p in v, penetration, missionary position, clitoral stimulation, dacryphilia, squirting, overstimulation, language usage, pet names (baby, con, connie, etc.), manhandling, mating press, slight bondage, college mentioned once or twice, vaginal fingering, masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink (two times), light pain kink, unprotected sex (don't be stupid please), creampie, proofread, conrad being a meanie

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it started with you and conrad making out on his bedroom floor, both sitting atop his gray and white carpet, slowly grinding against one another. you pushed yourself higher up his thigh until you rested against his clothed cock. in a teasing matter, you began lightly humping his growing hard-on. the friction being just enough to feel but not enough to release; this setting a ticking time bomb off inside of him. his hands immediately gripping onto your hips and pushing his own in an upward position and forcing yours down. the action causing a whine to emit from the smaller individual above him.

you knew his sexual frustration was through the roof due to college, and you missed him so much. after a while, stuffing yourself full of your fingers and favorite dildo began to become a reminder that your baby isn't home. no matter how many times you would cum while on the phone with conrad, it never felt as good as it does when he fucks you dumb on his cock. it was the same with him. he would wrap his hand tightly around his cock pushing at any attempt he can to make it feel like your pretty pussy squeezing him. "missed you s' much con!" you'd babble out right before cumming another time, coating your dildo in slick and cream. "i know, baby, i know"

...

his hips pistoned into yours, causing loud sobs and whines to release from your red and swollen lips. every thrust punctuating your punishment as conrad inched the pads of his fingers closer to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bud pushing you closer to your second orgasm. “wait con-waittt..ple—ahh!—please daddy!” you yelped, pushing your hand back against his abdomen attempting to slow his thrusts with every fiber of your strength. “hmm?” he groaned as his hips began to speed up their process. “connie it-ooh! feels weird..” the sentence babbling out as fluent as you possibly could, your body pulling away from his torture. your acrylics slightly digging into the skin of his abdomen trying to get him to let off your poor overstimulated pussy :(.

"move your hand. you can take it cmon' don't run from it baby." he grunted aloud, his own hand gripping onto yours and pressing it firmly beside your head, eyes rolling back as your body went limp. liquid squirting onto conrad's abs and dripping down your thighs. the stickiness causing a sloppy noise to echo throughout the room.

his cock pulsing against your walls as your face became a slight red tint from embarrassment, the feelings becoming short-lived as his thrusts continued, his hands trailing down and reaching the back of your knees, lifting your ankles onto his shoulders.

...

you were practically being folded in half with the way your thighs were pressed against your chest, the pain from your stretching muscles only doubling the pleasure. "s' too much-- oh my..hah.. daddy!..no more.." the sentence babbling out of your mouth while he continued to fuck you dumb on his cock. you can't even remember how many times conrad has made you cream and squirt on him, the pleasure-induced haze you spiraled into turned your brain into mush. the only thing you can think about is the in and out motion against your walls as well as the burning sensation the rough pad of his thumb left behind every time he would rub your clit to aid you in cumming.

conrad's own release came closer as he slowed yet deepened his thrusts. his head rolling back as spurts of warm, sticky liquid dripped down your pussy lips and rolled onto the sheets below. his pointer and middle finger drifted across the purple and red tinted marks dancing on your skin. "did so good for me baby." he said, punctuating his sentence with a kiss.

[achingly-shy]

ttpd reactions from this morning when i couldn't post them <3

fortnight (feat. post malone): 

I WANNA KILL HER???? (that’s a lyric not me wanting to kill taylor)

I LOVE YOU ITS RUINING MMY LIFE

this beat is good

and post okayy

i wanna kill him?????? too????

okay post’s part isn’t bad! it’s at the end which i wasn’t expecting though

that was good!!!!!! okay i feel a lot better now

the tortured poet’s department

this is giving hey stephen intro

oh i love the high note it’s pretty

nofuckingbodyyy

CHARLIE PUTH????? HELPSFKSJFLKSJ

LUCY??? JACK????? the shoutouts omg

okay i like the bridge

THERES ANOTHER PART 

people put wedding rings on and that’s the closest my heart has come to exploding :(((( 

i love me a long song <3

who’s gonna hold you who’s gonna hold you gonna hold you

idk if these are the exact lyrics but i’m vibing!!!!!

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

okay get it beatttt

oh i LOVE the note hold on toyyyyyys and destroyyyyyyys

and overall so far the production is giving midnights more than anything else which ig makes sense but i was hoping for a little folklore idk

all these bridges are awesome though

i wish i had lyrics rn in front of me but this is the best i can do in class ☠️

down bad

OKAY IM SO READY FOR THIS ONE

what’s this sound omg?????

OOOOOOOH

in a cloud of what

rewind

i’m seeing if genius is unblocked on my chromebook i can’t do this

oh it just said sparkling dust lmaooo

idk what i heard the first time

i love how she says fuck it if i can’t have him

genius is blocked 🙁

cause fuck it i was in love……..so fuck you if i can’t have us…….

trying not to vibe in class is so hard skjfksjkfs

is this the most fucks in a taylor song ever??? slay girl i love that word too

so long, london

OH NO

i love these intro vocals omg

how much sad did you think i had think i had in me :((((

SO LONG LONDON YOU’LL FIND SOMEONE 💔

i stopped cpr after all it’s no use…..how long will we be a sad song before we were too far gone to bring back to life……

I’LL FIND SOMEONE

AND YPU SAID I ABANDONED TEH SHIP BUUT I WAS GOING DOWN WWITH IT OH MMY GODDDDDD

these lyrics are >>>>>

the way it’s both so long as in goodbye london and also so long as in a long time. genius actually

but daddy i love him

5:26 omgggg

i love the sound of this one but it’s hard for me to grasp all the lyrics without seeing them in front of me

“i’d rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning” ME TOO soooo relatable girlie

i love the way she goes up on bItching and moaning

and we’re not even halfway through omg

ohhhh yeah i really like this one

EVVEN MY DADDY JUST LOVES HIM

WEDDING?????

THIS IS SO FULL CIRCLE OMG

fresh out the slammer

GIRL OF HIS AMERICAN DREAMS

idk why that stood out to me 😭 probably because of so-american

since yk i hate america lmaoo

florida!!!

and the city reeks of drriving myself crazy yeahhhhhhh

FLORENCE POP OFFFFFF

i need to rewind i havven’t been paying attention to the lyrics

florida!!! 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 it’s one hell of a drug

i’m haunted but i’m feeling just fiiiiiiine (the vocals!!!!!!)

FUCK ME UP FLORIDAAA

OKAY ONE OF MY FAVES FOR SUREEEEe

guilty as sin?

okay this is chill

not any lyrics are standing out to me a bunch though

long-suffering propriety damn

what is he writing on her upper thigh i can’t tell what’s she’s saying lol

ranking these is so hard 😭

[giraffles]

Keep It Low

shhh it’s still day 4 somewhere in the world, right? don’t worry about it. today’s prompt was “favorite rescue” so here’s some one’s dumb ass getting rescued. :D again apart of Lights Will Guide You don’t look at me like that

warnings for all sorts of things including torture, mentioned eye trauma, choking, psychological torture, god just click the AO3 link for the whole list. zone is a douchenozzle here what can I say

Keep It Low (Young!Harlock/Warrius Zero)

"I'll never get over how he came running when he heard," Even behind tinted glasses, those eye glint maliciously, "So predictable. So romantic! I'm almost a little jealous."

you can also read it here on AO3!

"I'll never get over how he came running when he heard," Even behind tinted glasses, those eye glint maliciously, "So predictable. So romantic! I'm almost a little jealous." Harlock spits up blood. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Zone bares his teeth like the rabid animal he is, then lashes out for the hundredth time in god-knows how many days. Harlock has lost count, because it hasn't been easy to keep track in a windowless cell or the cloistered bunker. Getting backhanded to the ground still stings, but it's not the worst thing that's happened to him, objectively speaking; everything hurts from previous thrashings, and there's something wrong with his right eye. A couple ribs might be broken, though that's something he's used to by now. Zone may herald himself a genius, but he's hardly creative in the physical torture department, and that's a cold comfort. Harlock has old scars that come from masters of the craft, mementos of younger times when he got into more trouble, or put himself in between them and someone who didn't deserve it. He doesn't regret any of it. However, the current situation still sucks. There's a knee in already fractured diaphragm, causing his breath to catch and stutter, and then a hand wrapped around his throat. There's not much he can do but wheeze, with his wrists bound and no way out in sight. At the moment it's just a threatening display, but he's still wonders why Zone just hasn't killed him yet. Probably to fulfill some sadistic fantasy. He's certainly the type. "Your little army boy," Zone drawls, "The righteous prick who thought he could save you." Harlock would be tempted to correct him (the Navy and Army are two very different branches after all, you can't just interchange them like that) but there's that implication that has him reeling instead. There is only one idiot who fits that description, who would be reckless enough to come charging into such an obvious trap, and just the thought is enough to sink razors into his heart. This wasn't supposed to happen. "What did you--" "Ah, ah," Zone's expression is positively predatory as he presses down on his windpipe, "I'm telling the story here, aren't I?" Harlock chokes, and thinks better of struggling, if only to spare aggravating existing injuries. He hadn't entertained any ideas of getting out alive and no one else should have been involved. This was wrong, wrong on so many levels, and there's nothing he can do while pinned and abused. "It was so easy. He was so distracted, all it took was a single shot. Oh, not lethal, of course. What would be the fun in that?"   Then there's a knife gouging a hot trail down his side, because the bastard wants the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Well, Zone can't have it, not while he's half conscious enough to resist. He's lying. He has to be lying, Zero would never make such a rookie mistake, to come alone and to fall victim to a madman with a shotgun. "I tied him up. There's a well out back, you know. Very old. It runs deep, even though there isn't much water left. But there's enough." "You f-fuckin'--" "Not done yet," The knife twists, "That was, oh, three hours ago, give or take? He's very dead by now. Maybe I'll even put your corpse down there too." It's hard enough to breathe as it is, but this is crushing. The weight of this revelation is almost too much to bear, too absurd to believe-- but Zone has that covered too. From his pocket he produces a torn piece of cloth, blue and gold and stained with dark blood, the insignia of a ship's anchor and pilot's wings. It's from a worn bomber jacket. It's from Zero's jacket. He snarls something, an insult, an unintelligible sound of rage and pain, and gets a blade in his leg for all his trouble. This time he does scream, because what does he have left to lose? Zero is dead. He's dead at the hands of a monster Harlock couldn't stop. It's all his fault, because he wasn't smart enough, wasn't quick enough, because he hasn't been the same since he found Tochiro and Emeraldas murdered in a not-so-safe house. Since then he's only been one part of three, left behind to try to make some sense of the world, and he's obviously failed. And now he's dragged someone else down to hell too-- someone who never deserved to die like this, to die for him. "I think, when I'm done, I'll pay everyone else a visit," Zone muses aloud, a hint of maniacal laughter slipping into his voice, "Lure them in. Break them down. That'll be very entertaining. Maybe I'll let you watch." He can't even come up with an answer to that, not when Zone is choking him to near unconsciousness. Funny though, how everything has now gone numb, with dark clouds on the edge of his vision and a shadowy figure approaching the scene. It's most likely a manifestation of death, with his oxygen deprived brain doing it's best to keep up with the torture and trying to fill in sensory jargon with familiar objects. It would almost be better if it just happened. If it all just stopped. Then it would feel like he was being eviscerated with every stolen breath.   A sickening crack rings out and Zone falters. He then slumps, tumbling to the side and onto the concrete floor with a garbled moan. He doesn't move. "Fucking hell," Zero, dripping wet and one arm soaked in blood, stands not more than two feet away with a rusty pipe in hand, "What an asshole." Harlock is too busy trying to remember how lungs work to fully process what's happening. He's dizzy from both shock and emotional whiplash, and neither are very pleasant things to deal with. While he stumbles over words, Zero is rummaging around Zone's prone form. "But-- t-the well--" "I can swim, you know," Zero says with the utmost patience, "They do require that if you're a sailor." "He-- he tied you up!" "Those knots were the worst I've seen in my entire life." "He said he killed you," And god, he'd believed the bastard, "I thought you were dead." Zero huffs. "He's bad at that too. Anyway, I'm more worried about you right now." Zero has found the magnetic key to the cuffs, and wastes no time in pulling them off of him before tossing them across the room. The sound makes him flinch. Part of him is having trouble parsing that this is happening, that it's even close to being real. He must be half a moment away from waking up in a black hole again, but there are also startlingly cold hands on his, still damp from groundwater and cast pink in diluted blood. "You came for me," Harlock's voice cracks, and he feels like his rib cage is crumbling inward at the effort to speak, "You came here for me." Zero looks startled and concerned before his expression melts into something warmer. "Of course I did. I wasn't going to leave you behind." He's not sure what to say to that. He doesn't deserve an ounce of anything this man has given him, and yet he keeps coming back. A wiser person would have given up on the wreckage that is his being and ran far away. But Zero has always been defying the equation, hasn't he? Since Budapest, since Tabito, since rocky first missions together and rockier first touches. Ever so gently, Zero brushes back his hair, wincing in sympathy at what Harlock can only assume is the injured side of his face. "Is it that bad?" "Well, it's not pretty," Zero admits, which confirms his suspicions about his sight being permanently damaged, "But I think you'll live." "I can work with that," he murmurs back, "Can we get the fuck out of here?" Zero hauls them both to their feet, and he has to lean on him more heavily than he would like. But he's a solid, grounding force that Harlock hadn't realized he was missing until it wasn't under his fingertips anymore. His heart may never be steady again, but at least there's this. It's something to help with the ache, even if it doesn't fill the void, even if this is all they ever are. Even if they have to hobble out of there while using each other as mutual crutches.   "Shit." "Yeah." "Fuck." "Mmhm." "Are you gonna be like this the whole way home?" Harlock grumbles, "I'm bleeding out, you could at least show a little sympathy." "I could always carry you." "Don't you dare."   The snickers that bubble out from Zero are contagious as hell, and maybe there's something to be said about finding mirth even when you've been torn apart. Maybe it’s not too late to hope.