#post nut clarity is a drug

[tifixation]

i didn’t think post nut clarity existed until juno “and sometimes, when the whole thing feels too much, it’s tempting to lie down and let all the other runners trample you” steel happened

[blkkizzat]

YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER —aka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit

⟢ rating: mdni.18+ each episode will have its own ratings but general warnings— lactation kink, face riding, drugs (weed, alcohol, cigs), infidelity, yuji is sukuna x reader child, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, masturbation, dubcon/noncon, squirting, pussy talk, biting, creampies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, yandere, Toji in daddy and dad mode. this will be fem black reader coded as reader is foreigner and uses some aave but no other descriptors. ⟢ total run time: 𝟏𝟑.𝟒𝐤 of ? ⟢ opening theme: Rich Baby Daddy - Drake

⟢ subscriber access: tag request in comments, previous tag list from the teasers are already accounted for. ⟢ director's note: this fic is to celebrate my year of having this account! literally this is the first fic i thought of and wanted to write and have been working on it since nov'23. so full circle moment fr! i hope you enjoy it. ⟢ executive producers: special thanks to @littlemochabunni, @ryomens-vixen, @yung-notorious and @buttercupblu143 for helping me beta this and bounce off ideas and listen to me be crazy for the past 9-10 months about this fic 🥹.

꒰ disclaimer: this is a plot-driven eventual smut fic and is told mostly in Toji POV through flashbacks until the end of episode 3. so if you stick with me i promise you a freak nasty pay off in episode 4 💕🤭. the build up makes it 100x better, trust~ ꒱

🎬 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓—

🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟏: ❝ I STILL GOT SOME LOVE DEEP INSIDE OF ME, PLEASE DRAG IT OUT OF ME ❞

⟢ Reflecting on the last 3 months of meeting you during a time of organizational unrest, how did casual desire turn into a sinister obsession for a deadly yakuza assassin like Toji Fushiguro? It's your fault though, as a new resident of the yakuza luxury high-rise, The Nursery—shoulda known better than to have smiled that brightly at a single-dad widower, mamas. episode run time: 𝟒.𝟕𝐤

🎞 ️𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟐: ❝ POPPIN' MY SHIT COME WITH CONSEQUENCES, POST NUT CLARITY I CAME TO MY SENSES ❞

⟢ With tensions in the organization at an all-time high and a traitor still on the loose, everyone is on edge. Fortunately, Toji has been watching over you for weeks, especially since Sukuna has been even less attentive. But when Toji notices you making a new friend—a potential lifeline apart from him—can he keep his jealousy in check? Just how far will Toji go to have you all to himself? episode run time: 𝟖.𝟕𝐤

🎞 ️𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟑: ❝ WE FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS BUT IT'S A MATCH TO ME ❞

⟢ Forced to make difficult choices this past week, it's becoming increasingly clear Sukuna's loyalties lie more with the organization than you. But of course, as chance would have it, Toji is there to console you when you have no one. Who needs Sukuna, friends, or anyone else when you have Toji? Toji can see the cracks forming in your resolve—but when he pushes, will you still be able to resist his charms? Or will you crumble in his hands? episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟒: ❝ JUST SAY GOODBYE TO HIM, THEN TAKE THE RIDE TO ME, RIDE TO ME ❞

⟢ Circumstances align and you're practically served on a platter to Toji, he takes this as the prime opportunity to finally claim you as his. Toji deserves you. You know this though, so he won't have to do a thing—you'll come to him all on your own like a good sexy lil' milf won't you, mamas? Nevermind about your world falling apart around you—Toji has already made all of the arrangements to see that you and Yuji are taken care of. episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

🎬 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓—

🎞️ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝟎 𝐄𝟏: ❝ WANNA STICK AROUND FOR THE RIDE? BABY HOLD ON TIGHT ❞ AKA "DON'T DROP THE PANCAKES"

Prequel/Standalone. Yakuza!Sukuna x Exchange Student!Reader. ⟢ Moving to a foreign country for school ain't all sunshine and rainbows—especially when your student status prevents you from acquiring legitimate employment. Good thing a friend of a friend has a connect for under-the-table work. Although, being a topless maid for a ruthless yakuza leader wasn't on your bingo card for your new life abroad—especially when you end up pregnant. episode run time: ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

©𝐛𝐥𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐟𝐱, 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

[luvyeni]

SECURITY CAMERA ,, 한지성

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ perv!jisung x fem!reader wc. 2.1k+

genre. smut

𓄷 includes ... sub jisung, perversions, unprotected sex, oral ( m. receiving ), public sex , overstimulation, idk man jisung is weird , but like so is reader.

request. han jisung smut🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

「 authors note 𖹭 」 not my favorite but i hope you like it.

❪ masterlist! ❫

jisung hated his job as the cashier at the cafe; he didn't like how he had to interact with people all day; the teenagers who order drinks that took 10 minutes to make, the older people complaining to him about princes he has no control in , the small children who don't need coffee in the first place — he hated it, but someone needed to pay his bills.

that was until you walked into the cafe a few months ago , looking for a job which you got; and his life from then on his shifts got ten times better — not only did he get a promotion to manager , which not only gave him a good pay raise , but he got to move to the back where he no longer had to interact with the outside population.

not only that , but you also made his shifts much better, he liked to watch you through the screen, and the way you interacted so sweetly with the customers, even the horrid ones. not to mention you were always so nice to him , even when you were having a bad day, you still would come to the back and have a conversation with him before returning back to the front , where he would watch you some more — and some days if he was lucky, he'd get a peek of your panties when you would bend over to get a cup or to pick up dropped change on the floor.

he still remembered the last time he jerked off in that back room; watching you, he felt so disgusting afterwards , you weren't even doing anything, it was late at night and you were cleaning up the cafe with a coworker and he was going over the books in the back , he so happened to look at the camera , it was a warm day and you wearing a tank top, one that showed off your boobs and a mini skirt that was too short , he could've dress coded you but he didn't get paid enough and he didn't want you to see him as a loser — but if you caught him doing he did you'd probably think he was anyway.

you were just so pretty and he was thinking with his cock; and before he knew it he was palming himself , cumming in his pants , heavily breathing as the post nut clarity hit him. he quickly locked up the back , wishing you and the other worker there a good night as he ran out the door , covering himself , eyes to the ground in shame.

he couldn't look at you for a week; not only did he feel guilty, but because he wanted to do it again; and it wasn't that long until he did it again, and then again— until he no longer felt guilty about doing it , he couldn't stop himself , he needed to do it , not a shift went by where he didn't touch himself watching you through the cameras.

“i don't know, i think he's pretty weird.” your coworker said , it was a 15 minutes to closing , so you were wiping down the tables. “who?” you asked, you were never one to gossip but it was a slow night , not many people buying coffee at 9 pm and you were bored. “jisung.” your other female coworker said. “he stays back there constantly , and when he does come out it's just to grab a coffee and stare at yns boobs , it's creepy.” she said. “what , my boobs?” you questioned. “he's never looked at my boobs.” you said. “has he?”

“of course you'd like the creepy manager.” your male coworker said. “i don't think he's creepy , he's just a bit anti-social, it's quite cute.” you smiled , your friends rolled their eyes. “leave him alone , he's nothing but kind to everyone , he lets you come in even though you obviously haven't passed a drug alcohol test since even before you were the legal age , and you; he spends 30 extra minutes each week to put in your hours because you're too lazy to do it yourself , he even puts in hours that you're late just so you won't take a pay cut.” you defended the boy.

“look at you defending him , what you got a little crush on him?” you scoffed , rolling your eyes. “i don't have to like him to know he's not a bad person , or a creep.” you said , walking away to finish cleaning the tables.

“we're leaving , are you coming or are you gonna wait for your boyfriend?” they stopped as they walked out the door. “shut up.” you rolled your eyes. “i guess that means she's waiting , let's go.” they exited the store , you walked over locking the door.

you began to count the money from the counter , humming the music that was playing from the speakers — then you heard it , your name coming from the back. “huh?” you turned down the speaker , thinking you misheard , but you heard it again , this time much louder. you put the money down , following the noise; until you got to the manager's office. “y-yn.”

you put your ear to the door; he wasn't just saying your name, he was moaning your name. “jisung?” you pushed the door open , your eyes widened at the scene. “yn.” his eyes widened at the shock as you watched the boy desperately try to pull his pants up. “what are you doing?” you asked ,even though you knew what he was doing , you literally caught him with his cock in his hand , you looked at the computer then back to him. “were you watching me while doing that?”

his first thought was to beg for your forgiveness , and that's what he did. “y-yn i'm so sorry , i didn't mean to — you didn't mean to jerk off while watching me , what? wipe tables.” you interrupted , the boy lowered his head. “you felt comfortable doing this , have you done this before?” he didn't say anything but it answered your question. “you have.” you said. “im sorry.”

“that's all you have to say? im sorry.” you scoffed. “i defended you when they called you a creep , turns out you are one.” he felt a pit in his stomach , he felt guilty , he really did , but he was also still really fucking hard. “sh-shit.” he cursed , feeling his cock twitching in unbuttoned slacks. “i really should report you for this.” his eyes widened. “calm down i won't turn you in perv.” you closed the door , behind you.

“i-m not a pervert.” you scoffed. “really? normal people don't jerk off to their coworkers.” he kept his head low even as you approached him. “how long have you been doing this?” he shrugged. “ a-a few weeks after you came,” he admitted. “so instead of asking me out with the chance of maybe fucking me , you watch me through the camera while jerking off?” you smirked. “i would've fucked you, all you had to do was ask.”

you put your hands on the arms of the chair , caging him in , your boobs right in front of his face. “see you can't even look at me now, but you can see my tits can't you , guess they were right about you constantly staring at them.” he bit his lip. “touch them.” he finally looked at you. “wh-what?” he stuttered. “do it.” he brought his hands up to your boobs , squeezing them , you bit your lip containing a moan. “feel good?” he shook his head. “s-soft.”

you stood up , lifting you shirt over your head. “pulling your pants down.” he was frozen. “do it now or i'll call HR on your ass.” he quickly got up , his pants falling to his ankles. “sit.” he obeyed , you got down on your knees , your face directly in front of his cock. “wh-what are you doing?” he asked , not like he wanted to stop you. “doing what you obviously wanted me to do.”

you pulled his cock from his underwear, it stood tall in front of your face , his tip a purplish red from his previous endeavors, leaking with pre cum. “look at you , so hard i guess you didn't get to cum.” you kissed his tip. “no fuck.” he sighed. “d-didn’t get the chance.” he moaned as your mouth closed around his length , slowly making your way down his shaft. “oh fuck your mouth feels so good.”

he felt like he was dreaming; you were supposed to hate him , you were supposed to think he was gross — but here you were gagging on his cock in the same room you caught him in. “oh fuck im cum.” he moaned , gripping the arms of the chair. “pl-please let me cum.”

he whined as you pulled away. “why should i?” you stroked his member , slowly teasing him , he couldn't cum like this. “didn't you cum enough by perving on me for the past few months?” he whimpered. “pl-please let me cum.” he begged. “please i-i’m sorry.” you sped up your movements , he moaned loudly. “you wanna cum? cum all over my tits , since you like them so much?” he nodded. “pl-please I'm gonna cum.” his brain was fuzzy. “fuck im cumming!”

he let out a loud moan as he came , covering your upper body in his seed , as you kept going. “fu-fuck , i came.” he moaned , but you didn't stop. “yn fuck I came.” he let out a huff of air as you let him go. “you came so much.” you brought your fingers with his cum on it to your mouth. “you taste good too.” he groaned , his cock twitching once again. “i want you to fuck me.” you stood up , pulling your panties down your legs , leaving your skirt on. “if you get to use me only fair if I use you?”

you climbed into his lap , his cock now hard again standing tall. “pl-please use me.” you cursed as you lowered yourself on his cock. “fu-fuck.” you sat down on him. “yo-you feel good.” he moaned. “so-so tight.” you began to move your hips , holding his shoulders. “y-yn please go faster.” he moaned. “pl-please.”

“fuck you want me to use you?” you began to bounce on his cock. “treat you like a toy?” he nodded dumbly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “fuck use me , please use me.” you scoffed. “fucking perv , i bet you thought about this everytime you jerked off back here.” he moaned. “you did , think about me fucking you like this?”

jisung was going crazy; his head was spinning as you were milking him for everything he had. “you're gonna cum?” you pulled him from his daze , there were tears wielding in his eyes from pleasure. “cum for me.” you kissed behind his ear. “be a good boy and cum for me.” that set him off and he came , he threw his head back slamming his hand on the desk next to him as you continued to bounce on his cock.

“y-yn.” he moaned. “yn please i can't cum again.” he was spent, you grabbed his chubby tear stained cheeks. “you can , cum for me again.” he let out a whimper like moan as he came for the third time. “sh-shit i can't go again.” he said. “fuck im gonna cum.” you cursed , as you came , you kissed his needy lips , he chased your lips as you pulled away , making you smile. “cute.”

“well i still thinks he's a little weird.” your coworker said. “regardless if he did ask you out on a date.” you rolled your eyes. “what does he even do back there all day?” you smirked to yourself , before turning back to your coworkers with a serious face. “he does his job , now leave him alone and get back to work.” you ordered , and they shrugged going back to what they were supposed to be doing— you turned around right at the camera , winking.

yeah he was a pervert , but he was your pervert.

©LUVYENI

[femdomdiaries]

Sub!Sukuna Headcanons

A/N: Strays from canon, no real smut just dumb takes. This is like a prequel to the fic that I’m supposed to be writing, kinda stuck so I’ve been working on other things too. Might post stuff out of order.

Sub!Sukuna who was praised and worshipped for being a strong Jujutsu sorcerer and maybe liked the attention a little too much

Sub!Sukuna who doesn’t realize that his lust for power stems from craving attention as well as admiring those with said power

Sub!Sukuna who compliments his opponents when fighting because his love language is praise and validation and he’s unaware that he’s subconsciously attracted to the strength and valor of his opponents

Sub!Sukuna who always took the dominant role in relationships because that was what was expected of him and none of his partners ever suggested otherwise

Sub!Sukuna who lost his desire to be in a relationship altogether because his partners wanted to be punished and degraded and he just could not get into it

Sub!Sukuna who treats sex like a chore, who just wants to get it over with because his post nut clarity never fails to remind him that he’s not really enjoying himself when he’s always in the dominant role

Sub!Sukuna who is an involuntary voyeur to everything Yuji does, so he experiences being a sub for the first time with you and it all hits him like a new drug

Sub!Sukuna who feels threatened by you, because he can’t piece together why you’re making him feel so weird, you’re not even that powerful by sorcerer standards, why does he feel like this

Sub!Sukuna who attempts to ruin the intimacy between you and Yuji by biting you when you’re within proximity and heckling you when you scold him

Sub!Sukuna who catches himself thinking about you, about how you edged Yuji until he cried, about how you cuddled with him afterwards, and it frustrates him

Sub!Sukuna who decides to take care of the problem once and for all, and abuses the pact to take control of Yuji’s body

Sub!Sukuna who fights you in battle but gets a bit distracted by you, (your attacks, the way you move without fear, the way you smell, etc) shies from your eye contact, and effectively fumbles the fight

Sub!Sukuna who gets hard after you pin him with your curse technique, and then retreats, leaving Yuji to wonder why he’s bricked up

Sub!Sukuna who doesn’t interfere this time when you’re helping Yuji get off

[rafedaddy01]

Im in love with the daddy series🙈

Could you do a part 4 in which she makes him f her raw any chance she can get now that she is on "birth control".

But always telling him stuff like "You could have a second secret family with me " , "does it turn you on that you could get me knocked up"

Daddy pt 4

A/n: thank you guys. I didn’t expect this blurb to get turned into a mini series but I’m glad you’re liking them!!

Pt 3 pt2 pt1 Pt 5

Ever since you lied to rafe about being on birth control he never put on a condom. You knew eventually you’d have to tell him, but you didn’t wanna ruin your fun.

“I’m gonna fill you with my cum so you feel me all day long, y/n” Rafe pulls your head back by your hair, the dinning table squeaking below you as he pounds into you pussy from behind.

“You’re not going to clean yourself off. You’re gonna slip those pathetic excuse for panties back on and keep me inside you for the rest of the day. A little reminder of how good I fucked you” he thrusts one last deep thrust and stills as he spills his seed deep inside you.

It went on and on like this. Everyday rafe would end up working from home and he’d hired another babysitter on days his wife worked away so she could take the kids out of the house and you two would fuck in every corner of his home.

“Wanna get me pregnant? Fill me up with you seed?” You whisper against Rafes ear as you ride him on the couch, “I want you to breed me” you bounce faster, bringing his hands up to your breasts and helping him knead the flesh. “Want your babies, daddy” you arch your back and you bounce faster. “Ugh fuck” rafe groans as he thrusts up into you, his hands playing with your tits and pinching your nipples.

It was like a porn video every time you and rafe fucked. He brought out such a wild side you never knew you had. Before him you were so quiet and innocent. But now you can’t go a second without having him inside you.

“Does it turn you on to know you can knock me up?” You flutter your lashes as you slow your bounces, forcing his chin up so his eyes meet yours. “Do you want that, daddy?” He nods his head slightly, “you sure?�� You start speeding up your bounces.

“Fuck fuck fuck” to be honest rafe doesn’t even hear the words coming out of your mouth, he can’t comprehend what you’re saying. All he can focus on is the way you clench your pussy around his cock. It’s the best feeling he’s ever experienced, better than snorting coke. You’re a drug he can’t get enough of, and he doesn’t want to stop.

“Fuck, feels so good” he kneads the flesh on your ass as he helps thrust up into you, both nearing the peak of your pleasure. “Breed me, daddy” you squeal out as he cums deep in your womb.

It’s only post nut clarity that helps rafe understand what you were saying. “The fuck did you say?”

“Y/n” he takes a deep breath before he speaks. “You said you were taking birth control”

“Did I?” You flutter those lashes once more as you pick the blanket up off the floor and wrap it around your body, “oops”

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[reorientation]

i might suck off a straight boy from my class for zyns (nicotine pouches lol). i can't buy them yet but he can (i just turned 19 and hes 23). when i hit him up to buy off him, he sells for double the retail value, and triple for anything higher than 10mg. i asked if i get a classmate discount, or if i can buy one at a time. and he said no :(. i ""jokingly"" said id blow him for some, and he said the only people he'd accept that offer from are girls.

so, like a good crackwhore, I told him im actually ftm and it wouldn't be really gay. he didn't believe me until I showed him my pussy on a video call. he said he'd consider it, and responded like an hour later. lmao. he said it sounds kind of gay but if i came to his apartment looking pretty, and wearing something feminine he'd see if he felt gay about it. he went on to say he just thought i was gay since im too feminine to be a guy, but being trans makes more sense. he also asked why i transitioned when id make a really cute girl. im swooning.

the joke is that i can afford to buy the zyns at the price he listed. its inconvenient and annoying but doable. i could also keep trying my luck at local convenience stores and eventually be able to find something, probably. im not even trying to quit that hard. but likeee. not going to lie, he's hot and i was slightly horny already when i hit him up. id suck his dick for free tbh. its embarrassing that im willing to let him use my mouth for fucking nicotine pouches, and because im a perv who likes being misgendered. but ive already came twice, and post nut clarity is not kicking in, so its probably a good idea. will keep you posted.

God, this is fucking funny. You went to such lengths to sell your virginity to a straight man - and you didn't even save any money off of it! Plan B is like 50 bucks!

Let's see, the series of events here is:

Offered to suck a straight guy off for convenience-store drugs

Had to show him your cunt just to get him to consider it

Went over "looking pretty" like a good call-girl

Intended to just blow him and instead wound up getting fucked for the first time and creampied without protection

Went home with a few nicotine pouches, a pussy full of cum, and negative net savings

A savvy consumer you are not! God, FtM girls will take any excuse to slut themselves out.

but ive already came twice, and post nut clarity is not kicking in, so its probably a good idea.

That's the thing: actual men have refractory periods. You can only make sperm so fast, and there's not much biological point in putting another load in a girl when there's a few hundred million fresh sperm already on target. Girls who've pumped themselves full of testosterone don't get that! You can just keep rubbing yourself dumb, convincing yourself that being a stupid whore is a brilliant idea. Just another one of the dangers of trying on hormones that you weren't built for.

Still, this was very funny. Hope you enjoyed the walk of shame home from your extremely-lame-drug dealer's place, and congratulations on the start of a long career of taking cum.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

sub yandere lix is the best type of yan because he's so unexpected, wdym the sweet boy from next door you've known since childhood is actually an obsessed masochist who lives for hair pulling and rough fucking, who doesn't wanna be called sweet names like angel and honey but slut and whore while being fucked by you. I mean the boys so sweet you could've been convinced his blood is honey, so who would've thought you'd walk into the scene you walked into now with Felix on your bed humping your pillow and roughly gripping his perfect strands while moaning out your name assuming you weren't there, which you find hot of course to walk into, but how did he get into your house?

he's literally the best subby yandere, he's like my favourite bc of how sweet and adorable he is too

like baby is just so obsessed and in love with you for as long as he can remember. he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

every time he watches a romance movie it's you he's thinking of, a book? you. mommy dommy porn? you.

before you're together he'll probably listen to those asmrs like 'mommy taking care of babyboy' or something. in the beginning he'd taken recordings of your voice in secret that he'd get off to (the meaner the better aka him starting random fights so he can record you yelling at him) before he'd realized that he'd needed something more. he desperately scoured the internet for someone who sounded like you, willing to pay an ungodly amount of money once he did find someone who did. he listens to you but not you every night, hand dipped below his waistband playing with himself, eyes squeezed shut, trying to imagine that it really is you touching him and talking to him.

he'd probably even find the va of the person that sounded like you as well and message them privately, asking them to make different scenarios, rougher things, punishments and degrading terms thrown in. he was always very polite though and paid them a lot for it and they probably appreciated the business.

it's hard and it's not nearly good enough because deep down he knows it's not you. not really.

he knows that and he can never forget that. but sometimes when he falls deep enough into his head, when time and space and pleasure and pain and every little thing melts together and nothing feels real anymore. when he feels like he's actually maybe going insane with want and desire and the desperate feral need to be yours, he can forget for only an instant that he's not.

of course the fantasy only lasts for so long and the post nut clarity/subspace would hit him hard. feeling so guilty and needy, he definitely cries during most of these, just wanting to feel close to you but of course you're not there.

it was one of these times where he goes to your house, but you're not there, not there when he needs you the most.

so he curls up in your bed, wrapping himself in your blanket, your scent surrounding and clouding his mind like a drug, with him taking it in like an addict.

he can't even help himself-not that he really wants to-his body moving on automatic and before he can even catch himself his pants are gone and your pillow is between his legs. the imaginary tone of your voice feeling all too real as he whines, working against the soft fabric almost violently, it's okay though because you still have two more on your bed.

his face up, moans free to roam because he knows that you'd like him more like that, you'd tell him not to hide his pretty noises that you love them too much. you'd love him. you love him.

his neck feels heavy and his eyes squeeze shut, his hands clawing through his hair for some reprieve, for a single strand of sanity in this madness.

and then you're there. standing over him. looking dark and mean and lustful.

he doesn't know if you're real or not, if his insanity desire has reached a peak and something inside of him has finally broke.

but you touch him and talk to him and you feel so, so, so real.

"such a pretty slut~ all pretty strewn out for me~"

tears stream down his face. his thighs burn and his cock throbs.

"a-all for you-only fo-for you, ha~"

and he decides, he doesn't care if it's real or not. it's you and it's always enough if it's you.

[possessionisamyth]

Just finished reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (it's shorter than you think) only to come to the conclusion that all the tragedies involved could've been prevented via gay sex.

To completely shelve the fictional addict to real life addict comparisons people often make of the narrative, I am serious when I say Henry Jekyll having gay sex could've stopped the creation of Hyde.

Dr. Jekyll is an educated christian, british, white man in his middle age who is both unmarried and childless. He's well off, and by well off I mean he could take a year's vacation to Germany without much issue if he wanted. However, he's tired of his safe life and uses Hyde to embrace a darker, evil, and bestial side of himself. He wants to traverse around town in this state as he pleases but also mostly be left alone during this.

Two big reputation killers and scandal causers of the 1800s was murder and sodomy. Like sodomy was really bad unless it was treated extremely under the table. A wink wink nudge nudge if you know you know type of situation unless you didn't mind uplifting your entire life to move to a different city or country with the hope the rumors don't follow you.

If Dr. Jekyll with his scientific and social standing were to suddenly employ a handsome young man of good standing and countenance as an apprentice no one would bat an eye. The young man could travel to and from Dr. Jekyll's home freely and could also be summoned whenever there was something new to be "taught or studied". Whatever strange noises occurred behind closed doors could be brushed off since Jekyll is a chemist and they work with so many drugs.

Henry Jekyll could in secret engage in these sinful, "horrible", and pleasurable acts to satisfy the perceived evils within his heart. He could take his apprentice out to events or dalliances with colleagues and get a thrill from knowing the true nature of their relationship and his connections being none the wiser.

Another layer of secrecy is added because if the apprentice were even to consider blackmail by revealing the nature of their relationship, he'd be caught within his own trap of the sodomy crime. Besides, it's more likely he wouldn't as Henry would write in his will to give all his shit to his apprentice in the event of his death or disappearance. And I can make this assumption because in the book he gives all his money and possessions to Hyde and then rewrites it to give his stuff his lawyer. If that man had any estranged family, they weren't getting shit from him.

Not to "men be fighting demons and those demons is bisexuality" this theory, but the post nut clarity that comes with gay sex would not have only fixed Henry Jekyll, it also might've paved the way for some advancements in medicinal drug use.

[ohnococo]

Fight Night Sukuna: An Infodump

I’ve put together a bit of a Fight Night info dump thanks to the cute Sukuna cat video made by @ehnonymousse (and me going through some of my character notes to write a request for MMA Sukuna) . These are in no specific order/format - just however I pulled them from my notes and some random observations!

Under a cut for length 💛

Sukuna doesn’t actually dislike junk food as much as he tends to claim, but he’s not in his 20s anymore and is already large and bulky enough that he has to be strict with his diet to make weight before fights. If he ate how he truly wanted he’d have no chance. Still, he indulges between fights and as a result gets a little soft around the middle. His lower abs are slightly obscured by a rounded stomach (though it takes a lot more than that for his Adonis belt to lose prominence) and his pecs get softer. That being said even when he’s at his leanest he doesn’t have that hard muscle. He does when flexing, yes, but it’s soft when he’s not.

He has a definite sweet tooth, but prefers bitter flavours with his sweet like dark chocolate and coffee. Had he taken reader out to the cafe we see in Chapter 5 when he wasn’t in the process of eating clean and cutting weight, we would have definitely seen him ordering their take on maritozzi, filled with coffee cream.

I’ll just pop screenshots in to make referencing it easy, but as far as Sukuna was concerned he and reader were dating while they were fucking around and partying together. He hadn’t necessarily intended that last night as a goodbye, just a break to messing around like that because he needed to train and be clean for potential random drug tests.

But those feelings, and showing them in a way other than strictly physically, were new to him and he doesn’t realize he and reader isn’t on the same page until this exchange in Chapter 5:

The “sounds like you’re asking me on a date” throws him because, well, as far as he was concerned every night out after the first was a date. That effectively confirms his suspicions that yeah, maybe doing drugs and drinking and fucking all night doesn’t exactly come across as “hey i’m boyfriend material” to most people.

On that note when Sukuna sees he isn’t in reader’s phone under his name, and instead as 👹👑, he’s actually hurt. But he doesn’t really address those types of things when he’s several hours in to filling his body with all kinds of things that obscure his judgement so he deals with that hurt the best way he knows how that isn’t violence: with his dick.

Sukuna was actually really excited to fight Toji. They’d done an entertaining amount of trash talking in press leading up to the fight, and Sukuna loves that shit. Plus it’s not often he gets to fight someone as tricky as Toji.

Also Sukuna knows reader has been looking him up online during Chapter 6 at the frozen yogurt place when they say Toji’s name. Sukuna had never mentioned his name specifically.

The first time Sukuna and reader have sex sober, at his house in Chapter 4, solidifies to Sukuna that he is absolutely down bad. In a way he’d thought his usual indifference would return after some time away, but it only makes him realize he doesn’t want to have that kind of distance again.

Sukuna sort of lazily sliding his fingers inside of reader after sex is a type of comfort thing for him. Think of it as the opposite of the implied awkward feeling that comes with post-nut clarity. He feels accepted, and likes basking in that afterglow as he remind himself he was inside of you and left something behind.

He loves having his scalp rubbed and his hair tugged, it gives him goosebumps. Like he literally pays for scalp massages, he loves it that much.

[ramrage]

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Chapter 1: Part 1

work rating: M

chapter rating: M

relationship: John “Soap” MacTavish x Simon “Ghost” Riley (endgame); John "Soap" MacTavish x Original Female Character (temporary)

characters: John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley”, Original Female Character

tags: Freeform, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Straight? John “Soap” MacTavish, Cheating, Non-Chronological, this is a (gay) lovestory, Self-Discovery

summary: Soap is a heterosexual man in love, and everything is great. Really, it is. Factually speaking, no less.

Enjoy what you have, hope for what you lack. How about another Fortune? SecondFortune.com Lucky Numbers 19, 54, 37, 40, 47, 21

A/N: multimedia, nonchronological weirdness. pardon that. also, it doesn't start that way, but it's a ghostsoap (soapghost?) endgame. fret not.

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John MacTavish with Ella Mitchell

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In a relationship with Ella Mitchell

February 14, 2014

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PARADISE

Life is good. Can be, rather. So good that you’re drawn out of the moment for a split-second of awe, some shattering clarity of how fucking right things can be sometimes. And then you’re back in it, and somehow it’s even better.

“God, I fucking love you,” John breathes, not a post-nut bout of romanticism, short-lived. There she is: Ella. Sweaty, beautiful, and smiling. Sex on perfect fucking legs, and sweet. So damn sweet. “Fuck, I love you.”

He think it again when she looks away, shy, and looks back again with that wry smile, the one that has him love drunk and stupid every fucking time. “I love you, too, Johnny.”

And then the fucking minx rolls her hips, “but I’ve only cum twice. And you, my dear,” she muses, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek “promised me three.”

“Bleeding hell,” John thinks. “I’m gonna marry her. Mother of my future children.”

He makes good on his promise, of course. Lets her take his iPod and play the music she likes as he settles between her thighs afterwards, and throws in another for good measure, because of course. For her, it’s fucking nothing. Anything. Forever, and always, and all that other bullshit.

Time is a pesky bitch, is the thing.

And proximity is one hell of a drug.

HEALTH STATISTICS (UNOFFICIAL)

ORGASMS PER CALENDAR YEAR: 2021

SUBJECT: JOHN MACTAVISH SEX OF SUBJECT: MALE (REPORTED) SEXUAL ORIENTATION OF SUBJECT: HETEROSEXUAL, STRAIGHT

ORGASMS FROM PARTNERED SEXUAL INTERCOURSE

VAGINAL, receiving: N/A VAGINAL, giving: 8 ANAL, receiving: 0 ANAL, giving: 0 ORAL, receiving: 3 MANUAL, non-penetrative: 4 MANUAL, penetrative: 0 TOTAL PARTNERED SEXUAL INTERCOURSE: 15

ORGASMS FROM SELF-STIMULATION

ANAL, manual, non-penetrative: 0 ANAL, manual, penetrative: 0 PHALLIC, manual: 172 PHALLIC, oral: 0 VAGINAL, manual, non-penetrative: N/A VAGINAL, manual, penetrative: N/A NON-GENITAL STIMULATION, manual or oral: 0 TOTAL SELF-STIMULATION: 172

YEAR TOTAL ORGASMS: 187

COMMS TRANSCRIPT

VERDANSK, KASTOVIA 02 11 2022 21:07:33–21:07:38

21:07:33 G: Soap, you’ve got three enemies moving in East. 21:07:36 S: Copy. Permission to engage? 21:07:38 G: Give ‘em hell.

TROUBLE IN PARADISE, PT 1

They aim to call every week, even though they both know more often than not, it’s more of a monthly occasion. But it’s a low key Thursday, and for a change, John actually has time.

“So, how’d it go?” Ella sounds flat and tinny and terribly familiar over the phone. It feels like half the time they speak, her voice is like this. Compressed, still rising and falling with the gesticulations he can’t see, and wrong.

“Good, good…”

He can’t exactly say, “Nah, but don’t worry. The other guy got off much worse. Blew his head clean off his shoulders, actually,” so he tells her everything went well instead. It doesn’t exactly suck, and it isn’t exactly lying. “Yeah,” he continues, “can’t say much, but it was a tight operation. Clean.”

“And that’s why they call you Soap, eh?”

“Pretty and smart. I’ve won the lottery, haven’t I?”

“Mhm. Just gotta come and cash in your winnings is all,” and John’s stomach sinks because the anticipation he should feel is definitely anxiety. Any talk of coming home had slowly and consistently fallen from grace in his mind, and what used to be a respite feels more like faffing about in fairy land. For better or for worse (and in sickness and in health), he is married to his job. Thats how it goes with shit like this: too high-stakes to be anything other than wholly committed to.

Morality aside, two-timing is exhausting business and as John sees it, it just gives you two cakes that you can’t have, and can’t eat either.

PURGATORY

“Happy birthday, Johnny.”

Pulling away from Ghost’s lighter, Soap exhales that first draw, acrid as always, before chuckling. “Aye, cheers. Not how I expected it to go, but…”

“What did you have in mind then, eh? A little pub crawl out here in the middle of nowhere?”

Ghost manages to look nonchalant as he scans the blackdrop forest, leaning into the safe house’s dilapidated siding where he and Soap had posted up not too long ago. There’s bare little to see, bare little to do, so they smoke and shoot the shit.

Happy Birthday, indeed.

“Ha, fair. No point in making plans in this line of work.” He leaves out the part about Ella at home somewhere, filling the bin with pound shop birthday decorations. No use in reusing them. You only turn 30 once, after all. Ghost’s quiet, so he amends, “at least, not personal plans.”

“Had me worried there.”

“C’mon now, the planning is your’s and Price’s domain.”

“Watch it, sergeant. Arsekissing will only get you so far.”

“And how far it’s gotten me.”

“Ungrateful bastard. I got you the candles and everything.”

Soap snorts. “Aye, and you’re always hauling cake, so I reckon I’ve got that, too.”

“Fuckin’ hell.”

Thank god there’s no HR department in Arsefuck, Russia. Soap’d be toast by now. Or maybe not. This isn’t the first time he’s pulled this shit, and the reaction’s just about the same.

“I‘m just sayin’, ‘s not my fault you’re addicted to deadlifts.”

“Fuck—I wanna let you see another birthday, MacTavish, but you’re pushing your luck.”

“So you do like me.”

TROUBLE IN PARADISE, PT 2

“Hey, good-lookin’. How does this sound? You, me, a little takeaway, maybe a movie?”

John glances up from his phone. “What?”

“I was wondering how you felt about a night in.” Ella groans, noticing John’s eyes are still glued to his phone. A couple of snaps in his face, and John finally looks up. “I’m sorry,” she begins before he has a chance to apologize. “Am I interrupting something?”

John shakes his head. “Baby, no. Fuck, I’m sorry. It’s fucking work shite, shouldn’t take me too much longer.”

Ella doesn’t look appeased. Not remotely. Eyes burning mad above the dark circles, fingers tapping testily where they rest on the waistband of her joggers.

“How many times are ya gonna be sorry, John, eh?” Exasperated, she runs a hand through her brown hair, messing it up even more than it already is. “You’re gone for months on end, and that’s fine. I knew that was what I was getting into. But then when you’re actually fucking here, you couldn’t give a damn.”

“Elle, c’mon, don’t say that. I promise I want to deal with this shit even less than you do. You know I care, ba—”

“I don’t know that I fucking do, John. I don’t know that, and honestly, I don’t know if you really do care.”

John’s since put down the phone, but stands to wrap Ella in a gentle, rocking hug. She only fights him for a second before slumping against his chest. He likes it here, likes resting his chin on her shoulder where he can smell the lavender of her shampoo and her unwashed sleep shirt.

“Ellie, my darling. Give me five more minutes and I’m all yours. Put the order in on my card, and we can crack open the nice wine in the coat closet.”

“Dinner and drinks won’t just make it better, John,” she protests, muffled and half-hearted.

He leans back just enough to catch Ella’s eye, “No, it doesn’t.”

He jerks his head to the side, indicating she ought to let his hands guide her, turning until she’s facing away. She sighs and curses “that fucking MacTavish charm” when he starts kneading at her small shoulders. “That’s why I’m also planning on giving you a massage,” he begins to her answering hum, “a long one, and when you finally feel nice and relaxed and pampered, we can play that game you’re so fond of.”

“Which game?” she quips back despite knowing already what he means.

“Well, all you have to do is sit back and look pretty and let me see how many times I can get you off.”

“Mm, right, that one.”

“So, how does that sound for a night in?”

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HELL, UPPER CIRCLES

“Alright, fuck, get the fuck off me.”

Ghost relents and rocks back on his haunches, offering a hand to help Johnny roll to sit cross-legged. “You’re getting better.”

“Fuck off,” Johnny pants.

“Stronger, yeah. But smarter.”

“I’m plenty smart as is.”

“Weren’t always. Ya used to run in headlong, make stupid mistakes. You still do, granted, but not as often.”

“If that’s so, how’d I end up flat on my arse?”

Ghost shrugs, scratches the back of his neck through his damp mask. “I’m better.”

“Cocky bastard.”

“Takes one to know one.”

Soap rolls his eyes, wincing as he pushes himself up to stand. He squeezes a long stream of water into his mouth, missing near half of it before chucking Ghost’s water bottle across the gym.

He feels neither pleased nor surprised when Ghost turns the other way to lift his mask and drink. It’s what Ghost does.

“Five minutes and we go again,” Soap says, because it’s just enough time to catch his breath, “and this time, I’m fucking pinning you.”

“Fat fucking chance, sergeant.”

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[takami-takami]

Ok this is so random, but I just thought of this while playing The Sims 4 💀

Imagine showing your best friend Keigo the game, showing him how it works, etc. And Keigo starts playing, because why not, his best friend (and totally NOT his first ever crush) likes it, so he figures he's gonna like it too. And at first, he just makes silly characters when he's tired and needs to turn off his head for a while or has nothing to do, maybe he makes a character that is a cooking chef or something. But then one day, he gets an idea. He can make you. He can make both of you and put you into a nice little world that he can make, a world that he knows you would surely love to see, with all your favorite hangout spots and everything.

And so he starts playing. He put the both of you into the same house, because why not? And it starts off nicely, playing as the two of you, making the characters into best friends, just like the two of you are in real life.

One day, he's just mindlessly scrolling through YouTube, looking for additional mods that he can download to make his game even better and more realistic. And he runs into one. And when he does, he has to close his laptop and think for a second. After a little self humiliation, he quickly downloads the mod and puts it in the proper mod file.

The mod in question is one of the more realistic mods out there - the Wicked Whims mod (for those not familiar - it's an 18+ mod with 18+ animations...). At first, he doesn't use it, but he knows it's there. He keeps playing, his character having a lot of fun with the character that is supposed to resemble you.

But one day his fantasies grow a little stronger. As he lays on the bed, fisting his cock to the thought of you, he remembers the certain file that is currently sitting innocently in his laptop. He doesn't waste a second as he gets up and opens the game with one hand.

Since your characters were already best friends, it wasn't that hard to quickly get them to do their first kiss. And then their first makeout session. And oh god he can't wait any longer-

He open the list of the animations, every description is like a drug that he can't keep his hand and eyes off of. It's paradise, he thinks. And so he spends and hour - was it already and hour? - edging himself to every animation he has downloaded, trying to find the perfect one. He tries every surface that is accessible, as he still projects how this would look like irl in his mind's eye.

One the post nut clarity sets in, he immediately deletes the mod and all of the animations off of his laptop in embarrassment. (Don't worry, he for sure redownloaded them all a few days later..)

:)

Starts slamming my head against the wall.

[th3-0bjectivist]

Dear listener, I gave myself a challenge for this week’s musical entry; produce an audio post that is nearly 100% lyric-free and 100% based in an electronic/synth style. My reasons why were two-fold: 1. It’s been about an eon since I put anything lyric-less up and 2. To demonstrate once again that you don’t need lyrics or organic instruments to invent impassioned music. After searching the internet high and low, I tripped, fell, and landed ass backward on Com Truise’s catalog, who has just the tuneful tool set you need to get your electronic nut off, and provide the post-nut clarity to keep you steadily coming back for more! Smash play and enjoy VHS Sex from 2011’s Galactic Melt and join me for more below if you care to learn a bit more…

When it comes to synth in music… please inject it intravenously into my forearms. If high-quality synthwave melodies were available in powder form, I’d rub it on my gums to experience it rushing through my veins! Com Truise knows this feeling and wants to positively shower you in a synth tidal wave that will make you instantly forget that there is no lead vocalist or a traditional two-to-five set of people working on different components of each of the tracks. It’s just one guy who happens to be great at removing the listener entirely from anything organic in music (guitars, live percussion, significant vocals) and exposes you instead to a soundscape approximately-fully comprised of electronic excellence, unhinged creativity and genuine sentiment and sensation. Prior to his time as a professional musician, soloist Seth Haley was a digital art director employed by the pharmaceutical industry. Lacking total creative freedom in his job, he focused instead on chasing his artistic pursuits and producing, as he refers to it, ‘slow-motion funk’. Heavy droning bass, complicated beat models, and brilliant synthesizer melodies are what you can look forward to if you delve into his discography, regardless of your personal point of entry. According to the artist, the music itself tells the iterative tale of a synthetic astronaut who is navigating through and eventually removing himself from the trials and tribulations of an oppressed society. It makes sense then that many of CT’s tunes have a tone that feels uplifting and heavy on the sensations of wonder and escapism. The music Seth Haley creates aren’t just songs, it’s a supernatural journey in an audio format. If you feel the sudden compulsion to double dip on the music samples from this artist, just below is Ultrafiche of You from 2019’s Persuasion System. Smash play and enjoy!

Truly quality music, regardless of its stripe or tone, should make you feel like you’re on some kind of good drug. You should feel high when the song/album/concert begins, and still feel high when the song/album/concert ends. Although I just discovered Com Truise a mere half-month ago, I could instantly tell that I was going to be addicted to a new audio drug for a while. I hope his jams have the same general effect on you. Image source: https://articles.roland.com/a-few-minutes-with-com-truise/

[voidsentprinces]

My Roommate: Alright so she's a cow girl. And has massive tits. But outside of the ears and the tail it seems like she just has the same exact anatomy as a human. Therefore, she would only produce and lactate her milk when pregante~ and at no other time. Me: You are put WAY more thought into this than anyone who is actually into cow girls. And I mean, your reasoning IS solid. But...REMINDER: Horny don't care. Horny only want. My Roommate: Even if it makes no sense? Me: Horny isn't about making sense. If you want sense wait for Post-Nut Clarity. My Roommate: Post-Nut Clarity is just the M. Night or Christopher Nolan twist happening in real time. Me: Post-Nut Clarity is a self-imposed Mother Guilt Trip. My Roommate: Post-Nut Clarity sounds like a medical side effect of a drug. Me: Is your life boring? Unfilled? And lacking naked men? Ask your doctor about Final Fantasy XIV. Final Fantasy XIV can aid you in your normal life by giving you depression, attachment to fictional characters who will either die or being ignored for the rest of the story, and endlessly lost of hours. Just ask some of its users... My Roommate: In life, I was just a poor ol spinster who failed to get married by the ripe ol ages of 15. My family locked me in the corner room house of an abandoned shack between the butchers and the gaol house. But then my fellow gossiper, Abigail, suggested to me Final Fantasy XIV. Now I am a muscle mommy who throttles gods and breaks the Church over her knee. Me: Try Final Fantasy XIV today! Warning! Final Fantasy XIV is not for everyone. Please consult your friend group before joining the free trial that now has expanded to include Stormblood expansion and up to level 70 of unrestricted game time. Side effects might include; nausea, eye blinding, uncontrollable sobbing, high blood pressure, low mortgage, leaky roof, vomiting, hysteria, post-nut clarity, loss of money on store emotes, mounts, and outfits, and hyperfocusing on genocidally incline men who are SO WRONG but feel SO RIGHT. Final Fantasy XIV should be used by women who are pregante~ or who could become pregante~ So what the fuck are you waiting for, try Final Fantasy XIV for Post-Nut Clarity today. My Roommate: Also the Admiral is in it. Me: Disclaimer! Hythlodaeus, Zero and Merlwyb are in Final Fantasy XIV and an additional side effect might be gender envy.

[billyssillywilly]

Vampire Eddie Oneshot

18+ MINORS BEGONE, completely SATIRE smut

Warnings: drug mention, swearing, bats, multiple orgasms, really stupid and obscure smutty sequences that make no sense 

Enjoy!

Ever since the demobats, Eddie hasn’t been the same. he’s gone absolutely feral, wanting to be inside of your moist sticky pussy every second of the day. You hear the crunch of the gravel of your driveway and practically came on the spot, he was finally home after a long day of bullying children and selling crack cocaine to cheerleaders. The jingle of his keys send you into your first orgasm, the anticipation was enough to send you over the edge.At the Speed of light, he races on all fours toward your spot on the couch and proceeds to tear your clothes to shreds like an extremely horny wood chipper. “I’m going to ruin your easy bake oven pussy Y/N” he whispers moistly into your ear, sending you into another orgasm. As if possessed by a malfunctioning lawn sprinkler, you twitch and squirt all over the couch. Eddie begins suckling on your left earlobe, making your nipples twist with excitement. “Babe, stick it in my glazed krispy cream donut” you plead, fisting his hair as if you could control him ratatouille style to fuck you. Eddie roughly takes you by the toes and growled “I’m taking my time baby, don’t rush me” and proceeds to suck each one individually. Hes caring that way, making sure each toe gets the attention it deserved. He makes his way back up to your firm mammaries and took each in his hands, giving them a good shake. Still gorilla gripping your breasts, he moves to your throbbing abyss. Using your knockers as handles, he begins to eat you out like a watermelon, slurping and sucking so loudly it’s possible he broke he sound barrier. His tongue climbs up your pussy and into your uterus, causing you to orgasm again, this time squirting into his mouth. He proceeds to gargle your cum and swallow, “I could drink that shit every day like Starbucks” he says as he smacks his lips. As you go through the final few waves of your orgasm, he grabs your face and attacks your lips. He begins swirling your tongue like a washing machine set on heavy duty, practically scrubbing your taste buds clean. His tongue slithers down your throat to play with your uvula, making you gag in response. It continues to snake its way down your throat, strumming your vocal cords like his guitar, causing you to involuntarily moan. His unnaturally long tongue was one of the many blessings that was gifted to him from Vecna when he was transformed into a vampire. You run your hands up his stomach and over his chest, feeling the scars from the very incident that had led to his transformation. “You like those?” He asks, you nod in response. Suddenly, Eddie sat up and whispers “Bat mode activated”. You sit in confusion as His eyes turn red and he screeches as if hes attempting echolocation. Bats flood the room and begin circling you and eddie as he lines himself up with your deep sea cavern. He roughly pounds into you amidst the screeching bats. Suddenly, he began levitating, Rising up and taking you with him. You both turned upside down and begin raw doggin it on the ceiling, still being orbited by thousands of bats. You orgasm from the sheer shock of the situation. Who knew fucking on the ceiling could be so sexy. Eddie quickens the pace, eyes still red as he twisted your uterus into a pretzel with his cock, you can tell he was close. “I’m gonna cum in your wet little Pringle’s can” he says, voice unnaturally deep and husky. His red eyes roll back in his head as he shoots scolding hot streams of cum into your pussy. You both begin spinning as You orgasm again and you both shower your living room with cum like fire sprinklers. His eyes slowly return back to normal as you both sink back into the couch and the bats begin to flutter out of the windows and doors. You both lay with each other on the cum soaked couch enjoying the post nut clarity. Suddenly, Steve, robin, argyle, Nancy, hopper, joyce, Mrs wheeler, Mike, el, will, Dustin, Lucas, Erica, Suzy, Murray, Dr. Brenner, and Keith from family video walk in and collectively yell WHAT THE FUCK. Jonathan runs in last minute with his camera and says “I got it on camera!

[wisteriagoesvroom]

has your favourite driver changed over time? who was it and who is it now?

HI ANON thanks for blessing my inbox. i'd always been an admirer of lewis hamilton and everything he'd achieved in motorsport even if i didn't really follow f1 properly until the end of last year. then i got into f1 proper and it's put into even greater perspective how insane his achievements are. like i would want him to clinch his eighth official before anyone else wins, tbh? lewis gives me anime hero vibes in the sense that he's defied a shit-ton of odds and naysayers, has beautifully intuitive and immaculate levels of racecraft, and is fighting for something bigger than himself. i feel very lucky to catch him in his final seasons tbh. i don't know that there will ever be anyone like him again, in terms of the visibility and access he's pushed for especially for BIPOC and marginalised folks in the sport. though i certainly hope so.

charles was my gateway drug into f1 ngl. the tiktok edits got me good LMAO and his whole massive Predestinato Lore and Catholic-coded Suffering. like it really doesn't hurt that he drives the red car and is insanely charismatic and good at it? and is drop dead gorgeous obviously. but races like Vegas gave me a glimpse of just how insane his tactics can be when he's got the car to back him up. he's so exciting to watch as a driver and he would also be the next person i'd want to get a wdc after lewis.

i'm also deep in the oscar trenches... er, in case anyone hasn't noticed.... *points at self-identifier reluctant papaya twink factory enthusiast*. lando for me is a fun counterbalance to have in the papaya team dynamic but if you asked me honestly who i'd cheer for in a head-to-head battle i'm going with oscar. not only did aussie capybara boi come out and win a sprint in his first year and send lando into temporary shambles, he's ruthless on track, has an insane level of composure and can shut out the noise, which is not easy to do especially at that level.

who knows how long the hyperfixation will last?? if i get post-hyperfixation nut clarity in a year, we'll see if this still stands lol. but for now i'm having a good time

(i don't think you asked for an essay, but here it is anyway <3)

[the-horny-vault]

Oh man post nut clarity is a hell of a drug