WHY DOES THE SCHEDULED POSTS FUNCTION EXIST
it always gives me a heart attack 😭
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literally 5 seconds after i rb that post about temu theres another post debunking what everything about it 😭
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i think hayley williams should scream ‘once a whore you’re nothing more’ in miz biz instead of covering her mouth and letting the crowd sing it. just to spite all the ones who cancelled and gave her shit for writing that song as a TEENAGER experiencing obvious internalized misogyny. all the men in the same music scene don’t censor themselves with their past (or present) misogynistic lyrics so why should she? i mean i think it’s enough to come out with a statement explaining how you know it was fucked up at the time and you’ve grown from that way of thinking. which hayley has done. MULTIPLE times. let hayley williams say whore.
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Made a HC about how Mountain jerks off behind his drum kit and someone asked me to elaborate. Couldn't resist.
It was after practice and nobody was in the room anymore. They all piled out the door with jumbled conversations and a craving for a snack.
Mountain had decided to stay behind for "extra practice" since he had been a little bit off all morning. It took some convincing before Swiss had finally left him because it was obvious he wasn't actually practicing. Not without doing something first that is.
It was no secret that he'd woken up horny. He came into rehearsal with a raging boner and his hands hanging low to cover it. And a ghoul's scent is unmatched, so the smell of arousal and pre cum was pretty noticeable too.
Mountain huffed and set his drumsticks down, his shoulders slouching. He'd been tense all morning and his dick ached like hell.
He reached down and fumbled with the buckle of his belt. He finally got it opened and unbuttoned his pants.
A deep sense of relief washed over his body as his warm palm made contact with his throbbing cock, and he couldn't help but whimper at the contact he'd been needing all morning.
He pulls his member free from its confinement and strokes its base. He lets out a breathy groan and pants a little. His thumb grazes over his tip and he shudders.
Fuck, it felt good.
He starts to use both hands, using one to massage his heavy balls and the other to grip his cock. He moves his hand up and down at a slow and steady pace, basking in the relief it gives him after being aroused for so long.
He throws his head back in pleasure, a low whine crawling up his throat. His eyes clench shut. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood and it quivers when it's out from between his teeth. His jaw goes slack and he breaths heavily from between his pink lips.
He moves his hand from his balls and grips his knee until his knuckles turn white. He instinctively ruts his hips up from his stool and into his own large hand. He feels choked up. He can hear his heart pounding faster than usual right in his ear.
He's close. He knows he's close. So why can't he finish? He begins to feel frustrated. He starts to regret pushing Swiss away. Mountain knows the multi would've helped him so well if he had been honest about his neediness. But he wasn't, and it was too late now. He couldn't get help. And he wasn't leaving his stool until he came. He had to cum.
He moves his hand faster and breathes heavily through his parted lips. A strangled groan echoes through the practice room and he swallows thickly. His hips thrust up to meet his hand but it's still not enough.
Mountain doesn't lose his determination though. Instead, he starts pumping even faster. He throws his head forward again and focuses on the movement over his sex.
He stares at his red, leaking tip and keeps a close eye on every quick flick of his wrist. He can feel his hand start to cramp and ache, but he keeps going.
His hips start bucking a little more. He can feel the familiar knot forming in his abdomen and the way his balls tighten. He's so close.
He whimpers, furiously stroking his member. His grip is firm and he's thorough with his movements.
He mutters curse words. His chest and shoulders heave with every heavy breath and his heart thumps quickly against his chest. His head goes back again.
It all happens quickly. His mind feels fuzzy and vision goes blurry and white. His hand slows to a halt and remains wrapped around his cock, but his grip is looser. He pants heavily and gasps in, exhaling a little too quickly to be comfortable.
He gulps. His eyes roll back before clenching shut and he shakes his head, trying to come out of his dizzy state.
After a good few moments, his eyes open. He can barely keep his head up for a second, but he huffs in frustration as he looks down at his softening cock. He succeeded in getting off, and it felt damn good. But now there were thick ropes of cum on the head of his snare.
He'd have to clean that up before the next practice.
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