#sweet jesus the tags on this post are a mess

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Watched the first Paw Patrol movie with my dad, this time entirely in Brazilian dub (first time I watched was entirely in English), in the early hours past midnight today. Have the best of his reactions. Honestly, most were the same as mine when I watched the movie for the first time too, so let's go XD

"How did he SEE that tiny turtle up ahead???? Oh geez, there goes the bridge."

"I decree this trucker as the only sane person in the entire movie and the movie didn't even start for real yet." "Dad, he spilled his ice tea or whatever was that on himself." "It was the road's fault." "........ Ok you got a point."

"Lary, pause." "They look cute sleeping, right?" "They look like us after we eat. Post-dish depression." (It's our personal pun with "post-birth depression") "Tag yourself, I'm Marshall." "I'm Chase. Your brother is... What's this one's name again?" "Zuma? LMFAO YES HE IS"

"When did he have time to get this thing built?" "Who knows. I always joke that he's out there spawning stuff at will." "Are his parents like millionaire or something?" "No one knows about his parents or family, not even the official website gives any info on that." "HOW DOES HE PAY FOR ALL THIS--" *Cue Skye asking the same thing and Ryder responding* *Dad chokes on nothing and I have to pause so he can cough it out and drink some water*

"Oh fuck. He's-- He's lighting up all the fireworks." *Stops what he was doing in the living room to pay full attention* "THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD."

"Sure, block the roads to launch the cars. This is so HotWheels. They have THEIR OWN LANE."

"WELCOME TO THE BIG CITY, PUPS. WE HAVE LARGE ROADS AND WE STILL HAVE TRAFFIC JAM. YOU'LL LOVE IT."

"Isn't-- Isn't Chase their POLICE dog?" "Yeah" "Chase why are you ALLOWING this, how many traffic laws did they JUST BREAK"

"Sweet Jesus, don't mess with Marshall. He's got a mean cannon and he's LOVING it."

"Wait, Liberty's a street dog?" "Yup" "I thought she had an owner. So she's like one of those lovely strays who make friends with just about everyone they cross paths with." "YUP"

"... What the actual fuck is wrong with Humdinger?" *Shrugs* "He shouldn't be allowed to run for elections on anything."

"Oh no, Chase froze. Looks like those panic attacks you used to have." "........ You remember those too, huh" "Yeah. You made me freeze a lot too. I didn't know what to do with you so I'd freeze like that too." "Oh."

"There goes Marshall saving the day again. I see why you like him too." "He's cute." "I like his fire truck. Are you going to buy his toy too?" "You bet it." "Nice. As you should."

"Okay now I'm afraid of Liberty." "Why?" "Did you see how sure she was about her bait plan?" "Yeah?" "SHE'S GONNA HAVE THE TIME OF HER LIFE MESSING UP WITH HUMDINGER I'M CALLING IT"

"YUP I CALLED IT"

*Liberty calls Delores a toilet brush* "OUCH THAT WAS BRUTAL I LOVE HER EVEN MORE NOW"

"Literal prison BREAK. Nice." *Thumbs up to the TV*

"Aw that was cute. Ryder is a good boy."

"That thing is sucking way too many clouds."

"THAT THING IS SUCKING WAY TOO MANY CLOUDS."

"THIS IS GONNA CAUSE A STORM, RIGHT?"

"YUP CALLED IT."

"Omg she's so excited HER FACE IS SO CUTE! Repeat this entire scene please."

"GODDAMMIT RYDER YOU'RE SO MEAN LAUNCHING HER LIKE THAT ASUASHAUSHAUSHAUSHAU"

"Why is her number 22?" "Ryder numbers the vehicles, not the pups." "So they have 21 vehicles before hers." "Yup." "How many are there?" "Last I checked, last one was an Aircraft Carrier ship, number 25." "Wow."

"Did-- Did Zuma just BREAK his-- Oh, it's a boat too. Two-in-one. Ryder DOES really think of everything, huh?"

"Okay that was nice, I thought we wouldn't get to see Zuma doing anything in this entire movie at all." "Aquatic rescue dog in the big city, right?" "Yeah it's not exactly his natural habitat." "I feel him." "... I forgot you were a beach kid." "In my heart I still am."

"PULL THE LEVER, KRONK!!!!!" *Hysterical laughter* "OKAY HE DESERVED THAT."

"Chase KNOWS how to drift-- MOTORCYCLE???-- DRIVING UP THE WALL???????" *Slowly clapping for the entire scene*

"Is he afraid of heights? He didn't seem to be when he rescued the trucker and I see him doing a lot of stuff in the show." "I think it's not the height itself, it's mostly the panic remembering the times he failed at these tasks." "Trauma, then." "Yeah."

"Is he gonna-- Yup. Spirit jump. Of course." (For reference, the leap of faith scene from the movie "Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron")

"Okay now I'm afraid of Skye too-- Did the clouds just went POOF." "Yeah they did." "Damn, we just had such a badass scene, it killed the badassery."

"Ouch the helicopter-- DAMMIT ROCKY AHAHAHAHAHA"

"Awwww Liberty! That's my girl. Nice." "That's literally the name of the song that was playing when she was riding her new scooter for the first time." "Perfection. So she officially joined the team?" "Yeah I didn't get there yet but she's in the show after the movie came out too." "Did they do that because there was only one female pup in the show?" "Actually there's Everest too, that Husky Siberian! But she doesn't live with Ryder and his pups, she was adopted by the guy who lives in the mountain. In the main team, yeah, it's only Skye." "Still too few girls, they need more." "Tell me about it..."

[katyawriteswhump]

Steddie microfic: Burning for you, Baby

Eddie’s not a fan of Christmas traditions. Events soon bring Steve around to Eddie’s way of thinking.

Written for the December @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pine,’ 508 words.

Rating: M. Tags: Fluff, smut, and mild whump. Established relationship. Allergies. Holidays.

CW: non-explicit fluffy smut. (also, my first proper tumbl post! Literally shaking here... Sorry if I've got something wrong!!)

On AO3 here

Eddie trailed Steve up the slush-covered mountain: “I’m terrified parts of me I reeeeally don’t wanna lose are gonna freeze and drop off.”

Steve glanced back. Eddie’s boy in action-mode—ax slung over his shoulder—looked damn fine. “You’re kidding?”

“Talking ’bout my fingers. Not the parts you’re obsessed with.” Eddie poked his tongue out. Ow! Too cold. “My gloves are soaked.”

“Quit whining.” Steve pitched Eddie his gloves, which plopped in the mud. “Jesus, you never could catch.”

“Keep ‘em.” Eddie stuffed them in Steve’s jeans’ back pocket. Mmmm, warm here. “Don’t want trembles when you swing that ax. Uh, remind me why we can’t hack a tree from the roadside?”

Steve’s heavy sigh clouded the air. “It’s a Harrington tradition. I loved tree-hunting with my grandpa for a proper, bushy Indiana pine. Dad didn’t bother. I guess I wanted to reinvent it. For us.”

“Ooookay. Gonna need a Gunja break to waft away that WASP juju, or…”

He grabbed Steve’s scarf. Steve scowled, dropped his ax, and Eddie sealed their chapped lips in a sizzling kiss. Soon, Eddie’s hands grew lovely and warm, happily stuffed down Steve’s pants. Eddie broke for air, arched a brow. “This tradition doesn’t suck.”

Steve scowled again, grabbed the ax: “We gotta move, or they’ll find our rotting corpses next spring.”

They lugged a tree down the hill then up to their second-floor apartment.

Pine needles got everywhere. Eddie overruled hoovering with a hot shower, pressing Steve to the tiles. They kissed each other silly again, hot steam billowing, and wound up rolling on the floorboards, jerking each other off amid a sea of pine needles.

***

When Steve awoke, his ass was ON FIRE.

“Jesus Christ!”

He lifted Eddie’s arm, sat up, glimpsed his bare arms—they were bright pink! He tugged down his pants and twisted to see. “Nooooo! My butt!”

Eddie woke with a jolt. “What’s wrong? I wasn’t rough… OH SHIIIIIT!”

Steve dashed to the mirror, consoled that his face wasn’t as livid as his rear. He stripped his shirt. Stared. Trembled. His torso was a blotchy mess. Eddie embraced him from behind. Steve elbowed him away. “I might be infectious.”

“Chill.” Eddie nuzzled Steve’s sore nape. “Allergic to pine needles, babe?”

Steve turned within Eddie’s arms, comforted that Eddie wasn’t repulsed. “Huh?”

Eddie coaxed him back to bed, headed to the drug store. Steve called his mom: “As a tiny kid, Steve, you got a rash at Christmas on your face and hands. We suspected your grandpa’s wild pine, so we ditched that tradition.”

“Oh.” Steve rubbed his palm in calming circles on his burning stomach. “Thanks, mom.”

Soon, Eddie smeared camomile lotion on Steve’s itchiest parts, to the soundtrack of angry metal. When Steve got a headache, Eddie turned it down, and chased his dabs of camomile across Steve’s sensitive skin with sweet caressing kisses.

“To be fair, Stevie,” he whispered, his breaths balmy in the small of Steve’s back, “I’ve had worse Christmases.”

Steve sighed into the pillow, while Eddie kissed his smouldering ass. “Yeah, me too.”

[stinger-shot]

Yey! Silly vent because I feel like shit!

Read under the cut if you want the juicy ass details

So basically, I gotta let this shit out.. its fucking me up a bit rn.

I met this dude around the start of 2021 on tiktok AND HE WAS SO TALENTED AND FUNNY but he always said he wasn't. Anyway time skip a lil..

We started getting into a few arguments near the middle of 2022. And they where just small disagreements then they gradually got worse and worse every time it happend. And it especially got bad when I made another friend on tiktok who loved doing art related things and drew my old persona back then.

And HE WAS NOT HAVING IT and he said quite alot of bad things to me. Did I stay friends with him? Yes I did. Did I also block the nice guy just trying to be my friend? Yes. I blocked them out of fear of loosing my best friend.

And near the end of 2022 we started dating because things had gotten a better.

Oh how I was so wrong. Everything just went downhill when he left high-school. He always needed attention. He got mad at me because I couldn't set an alarm BECAUSE he was up at 10am and I was up near 1pm. So I forced myself to do so mutch bullshit for him. Like draw him art as an apology and it drained me do badly I could hardly do my own personal art.

I didn't even have personal art at this point. Every time I fixated on something it was what he was fixating on because he'd get mad at me and argue with me if I wasn't.

But everything was calm when it was around April in 2023 and we where finally getting along like an actul couple because of a game called final fantasy. We where obsessed with it for months! And then around June or July I re discovered transformers.

I have never felt as happy in a fandom since 2019! Like holy shit the fandom is so sweet.

But I kept it a secret from him he still doesn't know. Then at some point I made this tumblr to get my stupid little urges out and now look at where I'm at. I haven't been this happy in a LONG while.

And just st the start of 2024 my ex got into an argument with one of his friends and I offered to talk to them. so he agreed and I spoke to them.

Im so fucking glad I did.

Because without their help I'd still be fucking miserable. They gave me the confidence to dump that bitches ass and I honestly feel like a weight has been taken off. Because it honestly felt like a chore every day of my life just talking to him.

And my other friend on discord had helped me out to. Including you silly fuckers on discord/tumblr. If your even reading this... if you are why are you still reading this?

But anyway. I just needed this off my chest. Because it does hurt a little spite how good i feel but I just have an off feeling. I haven't put down everything that happend while I was with my ex and some things might be in the wrong order or time but at least I'm forgetting it?

Just. I love the transformers fandom so mutch mutch really helped me pull through...

Fuck I'm ranting. Uh. Bye!

Also a big thank you to Avery and rex for helping me feel better (rex I've only known you for a little bit but jesus christ I fucking laugh my ass off because of you) jesus I'm sappy as fuck. (and avery your so fucking cool. You helped me alot.) And belyyvolks (I've had alot of fun messing around about ironhide XD) I'm not tagging because I don't want alot of attention on this post.

[popponn]

hehe popon !!! i'm like trying my best to keep my eyes open bc i am v tired 😞 so i am apologising in advance if there are any grammatical mistakes in this chunk of text 🤞🏻😸 but hi lovely:

WISHING U A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPON !!!! i not sure whether it's like ur birth date where u live yet, but it is for me, so i hope this mssg is on time ! but happy birthday to one of the cutest, cleverest and sweetest yoichi kissers in the world 🫶🏻😽 isagi loves u sm and giggles and kicks his legs when u post him on ur blog (real. bro told me and i was "damn yoichi 🤨")

on my friends' birthdays, i usually write a letter and give them my thanks for a number of things. and i think the number one thing i wanna say "thank u" to u for is definitely our interactions <3 u have always been friendly to everyone who interacts w u, including me, and i reckon i'm rly lucky to met u this year !!! u're a kind soul w a lot of love to give, and i think that's why we all love u sm !!! and i'm super thankful for all the times u've visited my inbox/mssges 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it makes me happy hehe

i must also mention that i am so thankful that i was able to find "coincidences and flickers" one fateful day,, like that series has the potential to forever change me as a person and even make me become a temporary isagi kisser (never forgetting who i am 😤) <33 it was that series that helped me find ur blog and realise the insane amount of talent u have for writing !! my favourite writers on this platform often changes (sometimes it's a, or sometimes it's b), but i think u have a fixed position up there <3 i truly adore u and the way u write, so thank u for all the works u post 🫂 it's such an honour to be mutuals w a v skilled writer

i also wanna thank u for all the reblogs u make on everyone's works <3 when u reblog my fics w a bunch of tags, it truly makes me feel like that the effort i have put in didn't go to waste bc there was someone who appreciated what i wrote. also like,, the quality of my writing often fluctuates (😞💔), but u reblog them anyways, and i will ALWAYS thank u for that !! i love uuu (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ🫂💞

oh, and, thank u for constantly feeding my reo delusions 😸😸 not sure if i'd love him the same without u telling me that reo loves me too lol 😽🧎🏻‍♀️

i do hope that everything will treat u nicely today !!! and every other day bc u deserve it <33 eat cake, laugh w friends and mb be silly for a little while—u're not a grandma yet, so have fun being in ur twenties, popon !!!!

love u always 🫶🏻☹️

(i hope u like words bc this was a bit of a read lmao)

SAKI IM SOBBINGGG???????? WHATT????? D: JESUS I WILL BE WORDY TOO!! HOW DARE U MAKE ME ALL SOFTTTT thank u so much for typing all this despite being very tired omg ;;;; im gonna bawl mom im so glad i meet saki the sweetest adgudk (also...my grammar is also a mess i hope this shall be forgiven as i am sincere ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡))

it already is!! :">> thank u for remembering it bae :""" and omg yoichi did all that? i get even more in love :(( pls tell yoichi i also kick and giggle when he breathes :(( AND HEY YOU ARE OVERPRAISING ME WHAT IF MY HEAD GET BIG [ahjussi voice]

saki :(((( im also very thankful i get to meet you this year ue ue ue ;;; i never thought i will ever talk to you (or anyone here at all tbh sksk) like i was very shy and hesitate a lot, but then you are there?? being so sweet friendly and welcoming ;;; like you are one of the reasons i'm here and i mean it??? like you are one of the person who gave me courage to be more friendly here too hehe <3 im so glad i meet someone as kind you saki <3

im gonna start blushing and bawling fr now. IM SO GLAD I MAKE THAT SERIESS ;;;;; (CHAPTER WILL COME SOON TRUST!!) hdfkdj idk what to say here before sounding like a madman so uh ;;;; pls know that i was so happy too when u commented and reblogged so positively ;;;;;;; ghjk saki your praises i think i read them over and over girly u r too sweet for me sometimes ;;;;;; ♡( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

okay channeling my coolness energy a bit, saki 🫵i like your writing GENUINELY!!! okay! so im glad you like the madman ramblings in the tags :>> and come on buddy fic writer to fic writer, it would be impossible to like everything we write SKSKSK remember that one time i immediately lose it after posting that rin studying fic. sigh. stupid ass me. BUT YOU AND EVERYONE WERE THERE AND IT SERVED ITS PURPOSE HOHOHO SO I TOO FEEL IT WASNT A WASTE HEHEHEHE

and i will keep feeding ur delusion get ready (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ also quick mention real quick your cats are cool sunglasses or not

THANK YOU FOR THE WISHES SAKIII!!! omg :((( thank you so much for?? writing all these gosh uhuhuu i will reread this over and over again a lot of times today hehe (no matter how busy and hard it is to open tumblr today!!!) this make my day so much ;;;;;; uhuhuhu and aw <3 i will!!! i wanna make a grandma joke again but for today i will spare saki uwu

i love you always too!!!! 🫶🏻😤

[gyozumaki]

Why the fuck did youtooz post that video on Springtrap, I did not need to see peepaw throw it back with his springcheeks. Anyway

Can I beat up a bear?

As a 5'7" twink, limited processing unit, and way too much knowledge on shit that doesn't matter, y'all know the drill.

EXCLUSIONS - Help Wanted 1+2, UCN, AR, FNAF World, books/comics, Dreadbear, The Blob (FUCK THE BLOB, FUCK BURNTRAP, FUCK THE AFTON ENDING IN SECURITY BREACH) alr let's go

Starting off, we have Phantom and Shadow Freddy. Both technically do things but not much. If I don't look, what are they gonna do? They're goobers in my peripheral, I'm going to forget they exist in about three seconds.

Classic Fredbear. Like Springbonnie, there is a non-zero chance of getting hurt that is extremely low. He's a hefty guy with a nice bite, yet he really can't do much. Not a problem.

Everyone's new dad, Glamrock Freddy is next. He CAN kill you, however the chance is low (in theory at least, we all know how broken the game is) He's a cool fazfriend, I like him. I don't trust the stomach capsule though, I've seen what suspicious animatronic stomach hatches can do.

Return of one of the most forgettable animatronic lines, Rockstar Freddy. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please de

We have our first trio lumping! Original, Withered, and Ignited Golden Freddy, all essentially the same. I'm not messing with Cassidy, hell no. Disregarding that, Golden Freddy is kinda just there. Not too much of a hassle if you don't panic.

Nightmare Freddy, father of three, pretty easy to deal with if you have a flashlight. Arguably the easiest Nightmare to deal with. I'm taking the Freddles for myself, they're adorable. N. Freddy should be scared of me.

Withered Freddy, the face of FNAF merch despite being almost nobody's favorite. He's oddly uncanny but easy to deal with. Honestly, he seems chill to be around. Though there's definitely a chance he'd catch me off guard. Not difficult but not the easiest.

Toy Freddy has finally regained meme status love thanks to CaseOh. He doesn't seem to be particularly aggressive but I'm not going to provoke him. Not much else to say, really.

Uuggghhh these lists have made me think about Security Breach and Ruin more than I want. Ruined Glamrock Freddy is a pretty creepy concept and I would avoid him at all costs. This is where we make the large leap between "yeah, shouldn't be difficult" to "yeah, I'm fucked seven ways to Sunday" with this guy being unique. An old friend becoming an enemy is gnarly in games, the first thing coming to mind is Akira Nishikiyama from Yakuza. Avoid at all costs, pray and run.

Another TJOC entry, we have Ignited Freddy. Easy to deal with if you know what to do but if you're stuck in a room with him, might as well get a quick prayer out. He's extremely quick, prominent, and bites??? Fuck that. He's no Ignited Bonnie but I'm still keeping my distance.

Molten Freddy and Creation are two mangled messes that I'm staying FAR away from. They are merciless beasts that won't stop to get what they want. What do I even aim for?? The body? That's either a wired mess or endoskeleton spine. Absolutely not.

Har har harhar har harhar har har fedd. Original Freddy is an absolute beast to deal with in the game. He's a sneaky bastard and difficult to track. Have you seen those eyebrows? He's one angry dude. How can I fight against that? And it gets worse from here!

Who doesn't love Funtime Freddy? I know I love his charisma. But I'm also terrified of charismatic individuals. And faceplates. Him and Bon Bon tag-teaming is a match made in hell. I lose. How can I win here unless I have a magic cattle prod or something?? IT STILL GETS WORSE????

Ohhhh boy. This is the highest I've had any FNAF 4 animatronic and for good reason. Nightmare and N. Fredbear. Sweet fuckin Jesus. If I look outside my door and see those red eyes, I'm calling it quits. There's nothing I can do except hope my death is quick. Their designs are so over the top and kinda goofy but I'm their setting, they're horrifying to me. So yeah, I'm not messing with them. Not a chance.

And that's it for the main cast! Should I do other FNAF lists of characters/animatronics? What do y'all think about this?

[homicidal-slvt]

[Twenty Questions For Fic Writers]

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

None. Yet.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

0

3. What fandoms do you write for?

RE, COD, TEW, Until Dawn, The Quarry, DBH, A Couple of X-Men, Creepypasta, Some Slashers, more coming soon.

4. Top five by kudos.

....

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely. Sometimes I might not if I don't know what to say or I miss seeing it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oooh... I'm not sure. Probably one of these two [∆] [∆]

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most have happy endings so here's just a random one that I think is sweet [∆]

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not often. I have received hate but I just delete and ignore. No point in stirrin' anything up or giving hateful people the validation of a reaction.

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah. Not very well but yeah.

10. Craziest crossover.

Idk... I haven't really done any yet that I can think of.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of anyway.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I'm chill with someone doing it though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. Not sure I'd be good at it.

14. All time favorite ship?

I cannot choose. You will not make me. I am a die hard multi-shipper who is in too many fandoms. I love too much.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Jesus Christ... A lot of em'. I start series and then abandon them. Abandoning my stories is more of a hobby than writing at this point.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Shit. I don't know.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The mere moment I lose even the tiniest bit of motivation or interest - I will never return to that story. Sorry to my readers - I'll go get the ukulele. Lmao. There's other things too but I don't wanna poke at it too much or I may get insecure and stop posting.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Occasionally I'll use words from another language but it's difficult for me. I mostly just write in English and only occasionally throw a pet name from another language in there or something. I'm just super afraid of messing something up.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

First fandom I ever posted for was Creepypasta. First fandom I ever technically wrote for was MLP when I was small. Take that as you will.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Do I have to choose? Most of my stuff for Gaz are my favorites.

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[Thanks for the tag @femalefemur .]

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No pressure tags: @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @kneelingshadowsalome @silverzoomies @sky-is-the-limit @sofasoap @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms @deadbranch

[coleaep]

THE DAY AFTER

🤍MASTERLIST🤍

WARNINGS: minimum talk of an abusive ex, SMUT

I felt destroyed. Just an hour earlier I found out my boyfriend of 2 years had been cheating on me for one of them. I confronted him so he fisted me in the side of my stomach. That wasn't the first time he has hurt me. I just always thought one day he would stop taking his anger out on me and we would finally be a good couple. But of course, it was just a fantasy.

I scrolled through his instagram page dying at the sexual photos of him and his side chick that had been posted only 10 minutes ago.

After enough courage I finally put my phone on the charger and went to bed with tear stained cheeks.

_

"Yn!". Colby, my best friend was knocking on my front door. I got out of bed, dizzy from only just awakening and went to unlock it, not caring about looking like a total mess.

"What's up?" I ask running my hand over my forehead.

"You didn't answer your pho-...Yn. Please don't tell me that shit bag put that mark on you", he stared at the big purple bruise growing on my torso.

My brain had a major ding and i completely forgot about the bruise.

"Colby come in I wanna ask you something" he walked over to the couch and I went back to my room to grab my phone. I came back to the couch he sat at and I opened up instagram and showed Colby my exes sex photos.

"I confronted him and told him I was moving in with you so he punched me. I only told him that I was going to you so he couldn't hurt me though".

"Oh god Yn. I'm sorry" his hand laid on my thigh. I felt as though this is when I should mention my idea.

"But what I wanted ask, was.. do you maybe think we could like....you know..and post it as well as tagging him?" I clenched my jaw., using my hands to do the 'dirty' sorta symbol. (👉👌)

"Really?" I nodded at him.

"Sure" he shrugged.

I took his hand and we made our way to my room. He took off his and my clothes. His hands pulled me in my waist and he kissed my lips.

His lips tasted like mint and he smelt like expensive cologne. My hands ran down his chest and once they reached his waist I used my two pointer fingers to trace his v-line but I stop once I reach his cock.

"I need you" I whisper so he picks me up and softly lays me on my bed.

He grabs hold of my phone then makes his way down my chest to my core.

"Alright baby, take one" he positions himself so that he's on his knees and my legs are on his shoulders. I made sure the camera was in an angle that would cover us both.

After I snapped the picture he laid down, placing his head between my thighs. He looked up at me for confirmation and of course I gave it to him.

His tongue circled my clit in a fast motion whilst his pointer finger barely slid into my entrance. I screamed uncontrollably with every amount of pressure he applied to my heat. I was so mad at myself for not being able to see how attractive my friend really was. We always had a flirty friendship but it was never more.

But now? I wanted it to be.

"Colby I'm cumming!" One of my hands fist his hair whilst the other pulls on the sheets. His finger and tongue work fast, making me go over the edge even faster.

Within seconds I began to squirt on his tongue.

My heart was beating in my face and my vision was blurry. It wasn't until I looked at Colby's stunned face that I had realised I squirted.

"Bet that other sissy nuts couldn't make you squirt like that hm?" He says, now with his head in my neck. He sucked on my neck and every now and then he would whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

"You read for me?" He pants lining up his tip. I nodded at him and he sunk inside me slowly.

"Oh god. Your so big", I gasped. My hands stayed on his waist as he started soft thrusts so I could adjust.

"Jesus your tight.  Something tells me you didn't get enough dick then your supposed to. But if it was me, you'd get it on the daily", I shivered at his words.

"Faster please Cole", and so he did. His pace was wild and his moans were loud. He pulled out and flipped me on my hands and knees. He slammed it but stopped once he bottom out. I only knew when I heard the small click of the phone camera, why he had paused.

He threw my phone on my side and thrusted his hips back and forth in once again, a fast pace. He wrapped my hair around his hand and carefully pulled my back so my head was now on his shoulder. His wet sweaty hair cover his flustered face.

"God... I never thought I'd get to have this" he puffed.

"Cumming.." I could barely speak to him feeling a huge wave go over my body. I felt his seed spill inside me as my body became limp against his.

"Thanks for impregnating me. And helping me get back at that douche". I finally let out.

I attempted to go find my clothes but I only failed when Colby pulled me back on the bed.

"I think since I did you a favour, I should get one in return" he whispered in my ear with a majestic raspy voice.

"Oh yer? What's the favour?"

"Will you do me a favour and be my girlfriend?" He smirks at me.

"M'k" I laugh at him as he pulled me in close.

[delilahcalicocat]

★~I'll Never Stop~★

{Rating: Cotton Candy Colored Fluff that is hella fluffy}

◆–Warnings: Kissing, Swearing, Hugging, A long car ride with professional yappers, Lilith being Insulted by Trent–◆

【Pairing: Orange Cassidy x Lilith Punk】

《Summary: Matt and Mike tried to make a plan to stop Orange from winning with trent but things before their normal tag match take a turn...》

★– WC: 800 or 900 –★

A/N: This is not proofread, sorry for any mistakes of text color, Fonts or words in a sentence

[Lilith's POV:]

It was 10:00pm, Rampage just started filming. I was planned to appear with Orange and Trent since Chuck was busy with Tony.

A couple hours before the whole Rampage event, I'd heard Taven and Bennett chatting about how they'd interfere with Orange's Match. In which I did not approve of that.

Those little undisputed Asses shouldn't even be in this fucking tournament since they have the ROH Tag Titles. But this was just a normal tag match.

"Orange, You ready?" Trent Asked

"Mmmh" Orange hummed against my chest in the bear hug we had going on.

"I'm sure he's ready Trent, just give us like three more seconds-" I spoke

"Ugh! Enough with that hug! We're gonna be late!" Trent growled

"Jesus dude- calm the actual fuck down. You'll be fine, beside we never complained when you and Chuck hugged-" Kris and Hook spoke in unison

"Oh so what?! You're both gonna side with Lilith because Orange is just being sweet?!" Trent Sighed Loudly

"Trent. I don't think you should wrestle tonight. You should go home and Fucking rest!" Kris Spat with Venom on her tongue

"I agree with Kris here, you should relax. I'll go fight with Orange or something. Because we don't need someone getting hurt over you being angered" Hook Spoke.

"Fine! I'll fucking leave!" Trent Spat before he stomped off

"What the Hell is going on over here?!" Chuck Asked

"Trent just flipped out on Lilith over a fucking hug! Go talk with your asshole!" Hook Shouted

I had covered Orange's Ears before Hook shouted, Because the Anxiety and Anger in the locker room had built up 10x as much as it usually does...

——————————🍄——————————

After the Match, Me, Hook, Orange and Kris decided we'd just share the car that Trent and Chuck originally came to the arena with me and Orange in. It took 2 hours to get to that goddamn hotel

"So, uhm Kris. What are you gonna do for this year's Battle of the Belts in October?" Hook Asked Kris.

"Oh, If she still has it after WrestleDream. I'm gonna beat her for it." Kris spoke

I kept my focus on the road, My knuckles Bone-white from the pressure I'd applied to the steering wheel.

Meanwhile Orange was on his phone lazily Scrolling through X until he saw a post that piqued his interest, it was by Trent himself.

[Post]

Hey All, Just wanted to say. Tonight I almost got fired from AEW thanks to a certain Bitch. [@LilyPunkAEW], over a goddamn hug. If you see this Lilith. This is for You and Orange 🖕😒. ‐ Trent Beretta AEW

[Lilith's POV:]

Orange had gasped at the post and at the red light he'd shown it to me.

So I took out my phone as soon as we got to the hotel and typed out

[Post again this time Lilith's]

Hey Everyone! Lily Here to speak her mind. Since I saw a little Someone [TrentBerettaAEW] Post about me and My Boyfriend. [FreshlyOCAEW] and Complain about us. Fuck off. You're really gonna get upset over a goddamn hug? Like talk about sensitive much. We all sat and ate shit while you and [ChuckieTAEW] would hug, so why can't you do the same for me and Orange. It's a simple gesture of love you fucking dumbass. Get. Over. It. ⛤- Lily Punk ★

[Lilith's POV:]

I put my phone down on the nightstand, gave Orange a kiss and he fell asleep.

I laid down but struggled to rest, since my brain was aching to see what Trent responded, Turns out the Replies I got were

From Hook and Kris, who were up at like 1:30am.

But I think Trent learned something Today.. don't mess with Lilith Punk.

[whumpcereal]

I posted 614 times in 2022

That's 614 more posts than 2021!

209 posts created (34%)

405 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@darkthingshappen

@oddsconvert

@whumpcereal

@hold-him-down

@peachy-panic

I tagged 594 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#behavior modification - 144 posts

#jack kenyon oc - 117 posts

#joe prescott oc - 94 posts

#ivan peters oc - 63 posts

#i love asks - 54 posts

#whump writing - 53 posts

#whump - 40 posts

#poor sweet baby ben - 37 posts

#the kennel - 33 posts

#tw noncon - 33 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#jake also needs to realize that he's human and that he couldn't have stopped any of what happened to benny that first time

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Joe giving Jack a bath, and Jack thinks Joe is going to hurt/violate him (early rescue).

content warnings for: bbu/bbu-adjacent content (including the actual unboxing), creepy/intimate whumper, vague references to past noncon and trauma, dubcon nudity, conditioned whumpee, brief emeto mention

Jack sits in the tub, his knees drawn up to his chest. He doesn’t like this bathroom. The lights are too bright, and it’s too small. From his place in the bath, Jack can see veins of yellow-orange cigarette residue poking through the cheap paint on the walls. The tub is shoved in the rear of the little room, bordered by a shower curtain that Jack doesn’t recognize. The toilet and vanity are crammed in practically on top of one another; there’s barely enough space on the floor in front of them for the pilly bathroom rug. 

It shouldn’t feel claustrophobic–Jack’s spent enough time in the leather sack to know it–but it does. 

This isn’t home. He’s supposed to be home. But maybe Joe wants to keep him separate. Maybe they aren’t going to live together anymore. He’ll keep Jack locked up here, so that he can use him whenever he wants. Until Jack’s proven himself. That’s why Joe brought him here. 

No. Joe didn’t bring him here. Jack was sent. Shipped, like they promised he would be. That’s why he’s in the bath. 

He hadn’t meant to make a mess. But he didn’t know how long he’d been in the box. It was too hot, and he’d been so dizzy. He didn’t mean to do it. 

That’s probably why Joe’s face looked the way it had when he pried off the box’s wooden lid. He thought Joe would be happy to see him, that Joe would be proud to see how good Jack learned to be–but he wasn’t. Joe hadn’t smiled. He hadn’t said anything. He’d just frozen, his face twisted into an expression that Jack didn’t know how to read. 

That’s when Jack realized he was covered in his own sick. 

“I’m s-sorry,” he’d said immediately. And then he remembered. “I’m sorry, sir.” His voice had sounded funny and far away, like he was hearing it from the next room. 

He had the distant feeling that he should have felt something, like he should have been excited to see Joe after the months apart. But he didn’t feel it. He was too disoriented. Too frightened. 

He didn’t think Joe felt it either. 

“Jesus Christ,” Joe had murmured. He’d barely even looked at Jack. “Jackie–oh, Jackie, no–” 

Joe broke to his knees then, and Jack knew: he’d fucked up. He hadn’t worked hard enough. He hadn’t done enough to change. 

It was all for nothing. 

Jack is nothing.

Joe took Jack out of the box and carried him straight to the bathroom. Joe left, but Jack waits in the tub because Joe told him to stay there, and Jack will do whatever Joe says. He has to. Maybe it won’t make things right, but it can’t make anything worse. He can show Joe what a good boy he is now.

The water plops into the bathtub, splashing as it collects on itself. It’s warm, and the feeling isn’t unpleasant. Ivan only ever hosed him down in the shower stall, and he never cared much if Jack was comfortable or all that clean.  It was more about what he could reach when Jack was tethered to the shower floor. What he could do. What he always did. What Jack was meant for. Is meant for. 

Joe must want that too. He does. Jack knows it. Ivan told him so. 

Jack hears something crash in a room he can’t identify, and Joe curses. Jack uncoils and lets his hands drop into the shallow water. He hitches his thumbs into his soggy boxer-briefs. They’re heavy with water when he pushes them away, a black wad in the corner of the dingy tub. Jack is heavy too. But still, he presses onto his hands and knees. Position ten. That’s Ivan’s favorite. 

Maybe Joe will like it too. He’s never had Jack this way before. 

Beneath the water, Jack’s wrists are shrunken and white without their leather cuffs. His joints tremble and his ears are warm, but he knows what he’s supposed to do. The skin on his fingers and toes starts to prune, and the water keeps pouring from the tap. 

Joe rounds the corner, and Jack closes his eyes. He can do this. He’s been selfish long enough. Joe deserves to have what he wants, and Jack can give it to him. 

“Okay. Okay, baby–Jack. Jackie. I’ve got–” There’s a soft thump as something hits the floor. “What–what are you doing?” 

It’s a direct question. Jack can answer. But he doesn’t. The tub’s non-slip bottom bites into his knees. He’s shaking. He can’t look. He can’t. 

He thought he could do this. He wanted to be good for Joe. 

He isn’t good. He is only afraid. 

But he doesn’t show it. He stays still, and he waits. 

Joe must turn off the water, because Jack doesn’t hear it anymore. 

“Jackie–” 

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104 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#4

behavior modification

WRU has hired renowned behaviorist Dr. Ivan Peters to refine their training protocol for Romantic acquisitions. When Jack Kenyon--the brilliant young partner of one of Ivan’s med school rivals--applies to be Dr. Peters’ research assistant, he has no idea what he’s signing on for. Maybe reblog or leave a note if you feel so inclined? This is my first real whump offering, and I’m excited! 

part one: jack and ivan at dinner

content warnings for creepy whumper, implied future captivity and noncon, dehumanization, and vague references to childhood trauma and specific psychiatric disorders 

The restaurant is crowded, but not too loud. It isn’t the sort of place that ever gets out of hand. White linen table cloths, soft lighting, a gentle undercurrent of piano, polished stemware—everything exudes taste and class. Ivan knows it’s impressive; doing business here always gives him immediate caché with his potential interns. They want to be what he is. They want what he has.

Jack Kenyon is no different. At least, in theory. He is young and eager. He is looking to improve his resumé before applying to doctoral programs. He’s heard of Ivan’s work and wants to be a part of it.

But Jack Kenyon doesn’t know that he’s already been handpicked for a very special project.

Jack says all the right things, of course, and as he talks, Ivan lets his eyes move over the boy’s face, his body. Darling Jack takes pride in his appearance, that much is clear. Straight shoulders, lean jaw. Dark hair, thick, but neatly trimmed. Big blue eyes beneath a fringe of black lashes, the kind people always say are wasted on boys. Lips, sweet and pink; one corner lifts higher than the other when he speaks.

Ivan’s fly is tight just imagining what he’ll be able to do with those lips, the way those eyes will look up at him when sweet little Jack is on his knees where he belongs.

Ivan smiles at the thought and takes a careful sip of wine. “So, you’d want to focus on trauma work?”

“I do.” Jack nods eagerly. “I—it’s very important to me.”

He looks at Ivan for approval. It’s cute, Ivan thinks, how badly Jack already wants to please him. That will be useful. But Ivan will not tip his hand. Not yet.

“And why is it so important?”

It is a pointless question. Ivan already knows the answer. He’s done his research. But Ivan enjoys seeing the sudden alarm in Jack’s eyes anyway; it suits him. It is an animal’s unconditioned response.

“Oh, uh—”

“You don’t have to say, Jack. Not if you don’t want to.”

But darling Jack knows better. If he wants this position, he has to answer. And Jack wants this position.

At least, he thinks he does.

“No. It’s fine. I—well, I was in the system when I was a kid.”

“Foster care?”

“Yes.”

“I suppose you saw a lot of things.”

“I did,” Jack says softly. “I was a really angry kid. Oppositional-defiant disorder, intermittent explosive disorder—”

“Post-traumatic stress disorder?”

Jack nods, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

Ivan’s seen the boy’s records, of course. Seven foster care placements before he was twelve, then a series of halfway houses and group homes until seventeen. And a stint in juvenile detention at thirteen, for attacking his foster father. The man had gone after Jack, and not for a beating. And Jack, sweet little Jack—he’d fought back.

Ivan hopes Jack still has some fight left in him. It’ll keep things interesting.

“But I got help,” Jack is saying. “There was—one of the group homes, it was actually run by someone who gave a shit—” he winces, and it’s adorable, “I’m sorry—someone who knew what they were doing. They hooked me up—connected me with my first counselor, and it was maybe the first time in my life I didn’t feel like what had happened to me was my fault. I—I’d like to do that for other kids—other people like me.”

Ivan nods. Jack will never do any of that, of course. But that doesn’t mean he won’t have his uses. Ivan will make sure of it.

“That’s a noble goal, Jack. To be of service.”

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#3

behavior modification, part eleven

&lt;previous, masterlist here

content warnings: EXPLICIT NONCON (touch & forced orgasm), adult language, creepy/intimate whumper, forced nudity, muzzles, restraints, stress positions, shock collars, dehumanization, humiliation, emotional manipulation, noncon kissing, implied future noncon

Thanks to @darkthingshappen for letting me run a few things by her!

part eleven, jack's consequences

“Now, you’ll stay this way until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson.” 

Fuck. Jack tries to shake his head, but the distended heft makes his neck feel like it’s going to snap. He can’t stay this way. He can’t. Jack may not be a doctor, but he’s damn sure that people aren’t supposed to be left upside-down. Ivan has to know that. Doesn’t he? He tries to look at Ivan, but he can’t get his eyes to focus. Too many shocks. 

Ivan’s phone rings. 

Please! Jack shrieks. The word rockets up his throat, but it doesn’t make it any further, because there’s a fucking metal plate trapping his tongue. The only sound that comes out is an animal’s groan. But they have to hear him! They have to!  

Jack tries again to raise his head, but he can’t. It weighs a fucking ton, and with his arms wrenched back the way they are, he has no way to brace himself–his entire body shakes with the effort. Of course, Ivan designed it that way. 

The thought traps Jack’s breath. 

He tugs at his cuffs, but the movement burns all the way down to his calves. Jesus.  He’s trussed like game, for Ivan’s pleasure. He’s mute, for Ivan’s pleasure. He’s burnt and sick and so fucking tired, for Ivan’s pleasure. And he can’t even scream. 

He tries to wrench his mouth open, but the bit stays in place, and the leather of his muzzle glues itself to his sweaty skin. For the millionth time in the last forty-eight hours, his eyes sting with tears–only this time, they run up instead of down. 

The phone rings again, and Ivan glares down at him. 

“Don’t. Make. A. Sound. Or I’ll push this button until you have more in common with a potato than a man.” 

The thing is, Jack knows he will. He’s already seen the way Ivan’s eyes light up in the split second before the collar throws him to the floor. 

But what Jack didn’t realize is that he already thinks it might be a relief. To disappear. To not feel everything that’s happening to him–or everything that will happen to him. 

Jack doesn’t know if he can take it. Not again. And he doesn’t know if it’s better to be good or bad. 

He swallows his whimper and lets his body go slack. The blood rushes to his head, but this time, he doesn’t fight it. 

Ivan nods at him and taps his screen. “Dr. Ivan Peters?” 

For a moment, the only thing Jack hears is the roar of the blood in his ears–and then Ivan’s breath hitches. 

“Oh, uh, hello, Sergeant.”

Sergeant. 

It’s the police. The police are looking for him. Joe is looking for him and– 

“Would you mind holding for just a moment, Sergeant Wade? I’m in the middle of some work, and I’d like to keep my hands free.” 

The police sergeant must assent, because Ivan lays his phone down on the floor next to Jack’s chair. He kneels down and cups the back of Jack’s head in his hand, raising it so that Jack can’t help but look into Ivan’s steely blue eyes. 

“Are you there, Sergeant?” 

Jack knows Ivan’s speaking to the person on the phone, but his gaze is for Jack alone. Don’t make a sound, Ivan mouths again.

“Yes, doctor.”  It’s a woman. The sergeant is a woman. Her voice is kind, Jack thinks. She’ll help him. He knows it.  “Sorry to interrupt your morning,” she says. “I’m calling in regards to a missing persons report on a Mr. Jack Kenyon.” 

Jack’s tears cut a salty path into his hair, but he manages to keep himself still. He squeezes his eyes shut. Joe knows–he knows Jack wouldn’t run off. Joe knows Jack. Joe loves him. Maybe–

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#2

Obligatory Intro Post

I’m Kay, and after lurking around whumblr for the past year or so, I decided to make my own discreet side-blog so that I could join in the fun too. Even though I didn’t know what “whump” was until very recently, I’ve been digging on whumperflies my whole life. You know that scene in Aladdin where Jasmine gets imprisoned in the giant hourglass? Yeah. It probably started there. The whump community seems pretty supportive of one another and enthusiastic about each other’s content, so I thought I’d give it a try. 

Favorite Whump Tropes: Thanks to tumblr, I’ve found that I like captivity whump, pet whump, intimate/creepy whumpers, psychological whump, and a lot of the nsfwhump content that bounces around out there. (My writing will include all of that and may also include some non/dub-con elements--heads up!). 

Things I’m Not Into: I’m not super into high fantasy stuff, but I’ll give anything a try if I like the writer. Generally, I’m not aware of my hard “no”s until I accidentally stumble onto them, so I suppose I’ll update that as I figure it out.  

Favorite Whump Blogs: Absolutely loving @darkthingshappen‘s “Brother’s Keeper” series right now. Fell deep in love with @ashintheairlikesnow‘s Daniel Michaelson months ago. Have reread @card-games-and-pain‘s “Lonely Barricade” and assorted sundries more times than is appropriate. Binged @deluxewhump‘s Zee stories and loved them all. 

I’ve got the first bits of my own saga outlined, and I’m looking forward to sharing them (soonish?). Until then, maybe I’ll post a random whump drabble to help introduce myself. 

Greetings, whumblr! 

121 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

behavior modification master list

WRU has hired renowned behaviorist Dr. Ivan Peters to refine their training protocol for Romantic acquisitions. When Jack Kenyon–the brilliant young partner of one of Ivan’s med school rivals–applies to be Dr. Peters’ research assistant, he has no idea what he’s signing on for. 

Please see individual chapters for detailed and specific content warnings. This story will contain noncon elements [*]; proceed with caution!

behavior modification pre-timeline content: organized in rough chronological order

past snippet: jack's fourteenth birthday

-/-/-

part one: jack and ivan at dinner

part two: jack and joe, before captivity

part three: jack's abduction

part four: ivan welcomes to jack to captivity

part five: worries for joe, bath time for jack

part six: jack's intake interview (part one)

part seven: jack's intake interview (part two)

part eight: past, present, and future

part nine: breakfast time

part ten: jack learns his positions

part eleven: jack's consequences*

part twelve: ivan's apology

part thirteen: jack's last chance to feel*

part fourteen: joe and his mother

part fifteen: prelude to punishment

part sixteen: jack's first treatment*

part seventeen: deprivation

part eighteen: jack loses joe

part nineteen: case notes*

part twenty: yes, sir*

drabble: statue*

drabble: bravo*

drabble: good boy, sweet boy*

-/-/-

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[keepthefrank]

i was tagged by beloved shay @mag200 to do this playlist game 💘

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist. then tag 10 people to do the same thing

first ten on repeat:

golden age - ethel cain

end of the beginning - djo

growing/dying - the backseat lovers

being in love - wet leg

crush - ethel cain*

steve’s first bruise - briston maroney

mary on a cross (slowed + reverb) - ghost

control - mannequin pussy

knuckle velvet - ethel cain ft. yah wav

sweet dreams, tn - the last shadow puppets

*this was my top song of the year 😇

other current favorites:

i’ll be your sister - motörhead

all my rowdy friends (have settled down) - hank williams jr

some weird sin - iggy pop

love without emotion - pissed jeans

blues from a gun - the jesus and mary chain

rid of me - pj harvey

coming down - dum dum girls

honey, it’s alright - gregory alan isakov

good time charlie’s got the blues - elvis presley

you’re a dog - gilla band

i could sit here and monologue about the mess of genres i’ve been cobbling together in my monthly playlists but instead i will simply point anyone curious to my spotify 💘

ps if you’re looking at my top songs and squinting your eyes going ‘….is she..?’ the answer is probably yes

not tagging 10 people, and y’all know there’s never an obligation to these 🖤

@bilvy @hexthesystem @bugsite @violencedyke @shouldveprayedformoreguts @overalls @newjerseyfucker @dirt-mccracken

[elvisabutler]

Elvis and Austin!Elvis Ask Game

Thank you to @mesbouquins, @karamelcoveredolicity, @lindszeppelin, @heistroubleinapinksuit and @sassy-ahsoka-tano for my tags. I think I got everyone, @blurredcolour didn't really tag me tag me but mentioned me for the jesus quote. Answers under the cut and TAGGING ANYONE WHO HASN'T DONE THIS? My followers and what have you, I have lost track of all the tags people got.

•When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?

Not sure of the when beyond probably in the car with my parents. They were born in '53 and '57 so they got like movie Elvis and Vegas Elvis. But my mom was low key in love with 70s Elvis to where if he had lived I have no doubt my mother would have decided being his groupie would have been a fabulous idea.

•And what was your first impression?

Besides thinking my mom was really weird for doing the lip thing and the thank you very much stuff. I thought he was good, a little too old school but I was young so. 🤷🏻‍♀️

•Lace shirts or jumpsuits?

Do I have to choose? Ugh, jumpsuits because I would like to match those and I live for jumpsuits on me. But the lace shirts are a very close second place.

•You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be?

Elvis's outfit? Oh that's easy, the black matador jumpsuit. Though I'll say the 68 leather one is a close second.

Austin's? The light blue suit with the lace shirt. Y'all know the one.

•C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?

I have a lot of them but two immediately come to mind. One is when he did the messed up lyric version of Are You Lonesome Tonight? And he was like twelve years down the drain and it was just funny to me, always will be. Beyond that, there's another quote where he talks about how Priscilla and him were post divorce and he talks about getting her a mink coat and her getting him a white Rolls Royce out of the kindness of her heart and it's just. It delights me because if I remember right it was during a show and Lisa was there and he told her to pull down her jumper and his girlfriend at the time was there and it was just- for all Elvis gets vilified ( for valid reasons to a point ) it's stuff like that- that just are really sweet and remind me he really was a messed up guy but he was pretty cool too.

An Honorary mention for this: "Now, Jesus, he was getting it on with Mary, the woman at the well, you know, Mary Magdalene. It ain’t in the Bible but it’s true. She got stoned, but Jesus took care of her and they traveled around a lot together." as well. My lapsed Catholic heart, she sings at this.

•Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)

Yes and no. They're nice lips I will not deny and they are distracting. But I have remarkably similar lips naturally so yes they were distracting but it was also like looking at a poofed up version of my own lips.

•What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?

His generosity, actually. Like yeah he's humorous as all get out and secretly a little kid when it comes to the humor too sometimes but the man was an exceedingly generous person when he wanted to be ( stories of him once stranding a friend in Dallas among other things ) and it needs to be underlined sometimes I think.

•You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash

C. Though one is aware that if Elvis does not want to do something you cannot make him do it. So baring that maybe E as well?

•What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?

So. I really love the entire movie as a whole, but I need to articulate just how much I love how Baz did the original Fly Away part pre-Hayride and then there is a call back to it in the Vegas rehearsal which obviously, it's That's Alright Mama's beginnings, but it's not just the flashback, no it's head tilt and fit of "I have been possessed by the Holy Ghost of music" and I love that bit so damn much because it underlines just how Elvis's music speaks to people even if it doesn't initially it grows on you until you are possessed by the music yourself. It's like how @sassy-ahsoka-tano just becomes Polk Salad Annie and how we can all probably do the HA HA HA from the Vegas Rehearsal and how tbh, y'all don't need to know how I get singing Moody Blue or Treat Me Nice. It's just. I have a lot of feelings.

•You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?

The movie, tbh. Like generally speaking anything else I can argue people would think is a one off or in the case of books propaganda, but the movie is very well done. Also, the 68 special does make a good case as well tbh.

•How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)

This is where I make the Mean Girls joke of the limit does not exist. Which is hilarious because just having my daughter wrecked my hip. In actuality because I am older, probably like 5? I'm mortified to admit this. Just pretend I gave the normal answer of like 2 or something like everyone else.

•Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?

Graceland or the private jet. Look, I love Club Handy, I do, but I'm not a club person. So basically being with him alone in a place I feel comfortable in? Yeah, that's where I'll be.

•What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…

Honestly? 68 to about 76. I know, it's Vegas and we hate the International and all but he came into his own there, I think. Also you know, essentially lost his life there but still. It's 68 to 76. Though I will give an honorary mention to 50s Elvis. ( And yes, I know I like 60s Elvis physically, let's be honest that's not anyone's peak Elvis. )

•How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)

I. Since I found he was going to play Elvis. Look. Y'all need to understand that he is 8 months older than me and I fancied myself too cool for his Disney shows. Like I was aware of him and I didn't think he was a bad actor and had I have known that hot piece of man candy was in Carrie Diaries I would have watched it, because I danced around it. But an actual fan fan? Not until I found out, and I quote myself, "Oh, Vanessa Hudgens' boyfriend is playing Elvis."

I am not proud of this.

•What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?

None of the above. I'm probably late 70s Gonna Get You Help Chick. Though honestly, 60s film set fling, because if I'm gonna sing both parts of Lady Loves Me, might as well complete my Ann-Margret transformation.

•Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

C. California can keep him because they gave us him fair and square, however, as the Southerner ( essentially ) in this, we do request we get him for the weekends and some holidays so we can show off the fun possession trick he does. Because that's something we wanna show off. Because trust me, that man became Elvis and we all know it.

•Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?

Smut, I wrote two knife kink fics and a gun kink one, what other answer was I gonna give?? Though reading about Elvis Presley is a universally acknowledged health hazard is a valid thing I can get behind.

•Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along)

Spit. I love giving blowjobs, but I hate the taste of come. Maybe if it's different than my ex or my husbands I'd swallow but otherwise, spit.

•Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration

No. Just. I can cook and I'd drink with her, that's my only thing I'd have going for me.

•Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?

I'll be a basic bitch, it's the Pink Cadillac.

•What are your odds for besting this man at karate?

Zero.

•If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?

We all remember you, and Jailhouse Rock is relatively classic. And I wish that he was still around.

•What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis

Swimming and gonna take a page out of @blurredcolour listening to music, because I have enough of a variety in my taste that hearing his opinion would be golden.

•What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?

That fucking bird speech at the end. But all seriousness. Probably the line about Parker taking the house that they bought for mama when his dad mentions losing Graceland. though honorary mention "I AM NOT" because I did pitch perfect imitation of it at work a month ago.

•What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?

Moody Blue

Treat Me Nice

The Lady Loves Me

•If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?

His mom dying when he was 23. I'm a mama's girl, I gotta give the man a few more years with his mama. I'd do the same for my own mom because she lost her mom at 17. If you have a close relationship with your mama it hurts losing her.

•Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?

Maybe Queen but that's not necessarily modern. Truthfully, I don't think I have one. So, I'll just go for Elvis, thanks.

•How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

E, with the caveat that I am not a fan of In the Ghetto as a song. It's a fine song, but I don't really like it? Yeah my soul has now been given to Elvis and that's that apparently I guess.

•If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all.

If I am perhaps correct based on those sideburns, this might be from Change of Habit. Which apparently is my favorite look on Elvis, could not tell you why. This is like let me explain why I like Austin looking like a Ken doll on the Hollywood sign. I don't know??

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Man Comes Around

by chekhovsfiringsquad

Creed was a pretty normal guy. Up until he died, at least. After gaining some pretty sweet gifts from The Saint, he's sent to a universe where wait, is that guy flying? Is that dude dressed like a bat? What in the world is going on? With both heroes and villains after him, the only way to get out of this mess is to commit some Sadistic Services So Surprisingly Economical! Crossposted from fanfiction.net (see bio for details). 85% of the content will be Mature, but there will be instances of content that count as Explicit, so I'm playing it safe. Also, first time posting here, so please be forgiving with tags and whatnot.

Words: 3310, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Young Justice (Cartoon)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Passione Members (JoJo), La Squadra di Esecuzione Members (JoJo), Original Stand Users (JoJo), Original Stands (JoJo), D4C | Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, Funny Valentine, The Light Members (Young Justice), Justice League (DCU), Batman's Team (Young Justice), Cassie Sandsmark, Original Characters, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde, Artemis Crock, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Jesus (JoJo: Steel Ball Run), Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)

Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Humor, Comedy, Romance, Eventual Romance, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, How Do I Tag, I'm Bad At Tagging, Crimes & Criminals, Organized Crime, Crime Fighting, Superheroes, Multi-part Crossover (JoJo), Multi-part JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Spoilers, Multiverse, Angst, Tags May Change, Italian Mafia, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47688976

[kuiinncedes]

their blog desc says they're not blaine/klaine friendly so i am very confused what their deal is lmfao but i'm sending u love u've done nothing wrong take care of yourself <3

thank you lovely 💖💓💞💖💞💓

[whiskeynwriting]

July Fic Recommendations

Look, barely any of these rec lists have been posted on time. At this point, are y'all surprised? Regardless, let's praise some awesome writers.

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2021 Fanfiction Recommendation List

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1. “How Dieter Jerks Off” Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

@write-and-buried

AAAHHHH STOP WITH THISSSS oh my god this was so fucking HOT.

Favorite line: "This is different, him trailing a blunted nail down the thick vein on the underside, gripping himself at the base as though he’s testing his own weight, distracted by whatever is on the screen."

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2. “Exploration” Dieter Bravo x Reader x Frankie Morales

@mandoblowmybackout

I never knew I needed Frankie and Dieter at the same time until now. Wow.

Favorite line: I can't decide between...

' “Baby, can Frankie cum in your pussy? Please, wanna see him fill you up, wanna lick it out of you after,” Dieter begs against your lips, heat blooming at the base of his spine as he feels his own orgasm building fast.  '

And

' “Good boy, cleaning up your mess,” Frankie coos breathlessly, dragging Dieter’s mouth away when it gets to be too much. Dieter pulls off Frankie’s cock with a whine, head falling back in his grip and eyes going wide and submissive. '

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3. “Night Release” Frankie Morales x F!Reader

@deadhumourist

Ugh, this was so sexy and poetic. How??

Favorite line: “It’s racing, you muse.”

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4. "Soft Frankie/Frankie Friday" Frankie Morales x reader

@lovesbiggerthanpride

I had a few people send this into me, and it's so soft and sweet. My dear Frankie baby <3

Favorite line: “But your heart breaks because your sweet, strong, wonderful baby boy doesn’t feel his best.”

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5. “Insatiable Desire” Black Noir x female reader

@afangirlshideaway

Y’all KNOW I was going to add in a Black Noir fic rec sooner or later. One of the firsts I stumbled across and Jesus Christ did I love it.

Favorite line: “Noir smirked as he flicked your nipple with the tip of his tongue while his hand worked its way underneath your dress and up your quivering thighs.”

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As always, if you'd like to not have your work tagged, just let me know (:

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[chiwhorei]

| 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 |

pairing: sukuna x fem!reader

genre: smut, dark content, 18+ mdni

word count: 1.1k [cross-posted to Ao3]

tags: noncon, implied kidnapping, torture, bondage, sadism, rough sex— no like really rough, double penetration, two dicks in one hole, size difference, monster-fucking, degradation, mentions of blood, explicit painful sex, mindbreak

a.notes: this is dark, very dark, don’t read this with a heavy heart okay i warned you.

hymn: personal jesus - johnny cash cover

The sun will be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood. Before the great and awesome day of the Lord comes. - Joel 2:31

* * *

A cold, stone altar is the first thing your rousing body notices. The length of your spine presses against the surface, each vertebrae screaming for escape from the sharpest chill it’s ever felt. Wrists and ankles tied together, legs spread wide to accommodate the figure above you.

What had you done to land yourself in hell?

This record is on repeat, waking up with only a moment of blissful confusion, you’re sure the pain isn’t something you’ll ever get used to.

Breaking you— Sukuna has done it limb from limb.

“It just doesn’t seem to me like you’re trying hard enough, little lamb.” The lilt in his voice doesn’t match the mouth it came out of. He curls words into song and threat.

Your cunt tightens, the ghosts of familiar, ripping pain. Sukuna presses twin heads against you, pulling away and slapping one tip against your clit. He matches your screams with a laugh.

The gentle trace of a fingertip runs the apple of your cheek, it feels almost doting; you would lean in if you didn’t know better. You do.

Sukuna retracts two fingers, now wet with tears. When had you starting crying? You watch as he brings the pointer and middle against the flat plane of his tongue.

“Why,” you ask, a single word sitting heavy in your cheeks, a word that tastes like mulch and vinegar, “why?”

“It’s the taste of you,” he speaks again, echoing in the large space around you, “the taste of your fear.”

Your tears, your skin, your blood— it tastes like sweet ambrosia to a devil.

“I can’t, I can’t do it,” you know. Emphatically, you know, that there’s no prayer in any dialect that will stop Sukuna from taking what he wants.

“My precious little pet, I don’t care.” He answers you simply, the smile curled around his face makes your teeth rot.

Sukuna never preps you, and unfortunately it never seems like he has to. Beyond any voice in your head to the contrary, your pussy is already wet and ready.

“Poor little thing, you can’t help how your body reacts to me,” he leans in to capture your wobbly bottom lip in between his teeth, “it’s visceral.”

His fingers find one of your exposed nipples to tug, knowing exactly the way you’ll keen in response.

And, you do.

Back arching off of the stone below you, your body moves into a touch it should be curling away from. Evil fingers map the skin he’s stolen. The first time, the thousandth— it's cold and hollow against your flesh.

There’s no prep, there never is. All you can do is thank your body’s betrayal, slick and dripping as he presses in the first inch of his cock.

He gives you a few pumps, pulling all the way out before snapping back inside. One is fine, it’s a tight fit but it’s nothing you can’t accommodate. Your pussy is welcoming at first.

At first. In the very beginning, you think back, so were you.

Sweet, naïve thing.

The way Sukuna’s shaft rubs inside of you is enough to forget your surroundings, the context graying at the edges. His second cock bounces against your stomach with every thrust, slapping heavy on your clit for only a second at a time. Your body chases after the friction, bucking upwards in desperation.

“Don’t squirm so much, darling, I’ll start thinking you’re enjoying yourself.”

He angles his hips to reach your spongy anterior wall. You scream. The sound curdles, echoing around you, reminding you of your own voice.

Pathetic. You sound pathetic.

“You always put up such a fight but then this cunny pulls me in like a vice. I think you can take both.”

The ‘no’ sitting behind your teeth is useless, he’s never listened. He’ll take from you— body and soul— until you’re no longer fun to play with.

To be useful, is to be alive.

Your will snaps apart and melts into the stone, relaxing your muscles as much as possible while Sukuna pulls out all the way once again.

Both large, inky hands come down to his base, lining both heads up with your messy hole. There’s no way. There’s—

“Fuck.”

The pain is splintering, ripping through your cunt to spread all over your body. The feeling of being stuffed past the absolute brim, the feeling of being ripped apart from the inside out.

There’s a warm trickle down your lips, slick or blood or maybe both, as Sukuna begins to move. He’s slow at first, memorizing every inch of your twitching pussy. You thrash against your restraints, the hot, twisting knives of pain relentless against you.

“If you struggle too much,” he coos you, thumbing away a few stray hairs, “I’ll rip your heart out and eat it.”

You clamp down on your tongue, severing the muscle off between your canines is more preferable. You know Sukuna.

And he would savor every bite.

His pace is fast and deep, stretching you around his cocks, making sure no one will ever fit as snugly as he does.

As if he isn’t the last thing that would ever touch you.

The drag of both tips inside of you is aching, pressing against your cervix with every thrust. Even through the pain, the heat in your stomach is building, the tension deep in your core wound taught.

“I— please I— I’m going to—”

Your voice comes out broken and whiney. Begging him for reprieve has turned into a plea for more.

“You really are my favorite little pet.” Sukuna’s words do weird things to your head, the almost-compliment is soft against your heart even though the haze of anguished pleasure.

You hate him. You love him. You hate Sukuna.

But you always want to be his favorite.

His thumb and pointer finger pinch your clit, rolling it back and forth. Everything feels like it’s too much, but even so, you want more. You want it all.

“I’m going to fuck so much cum into you, you’ll be dripping for days.” His words mix with the pressure on your clit.

Sukuna is the high and the overdose.

You cum with one last violent ripple of pain. Propelling and crashing back to earth just as hard. The blood in every vein turns to honey and then acid.

You twitch against the ropes that keep you in place, your abused cunt milking Sukuna for everything he’s worth. You pull out his own orgasms, his head falling back and his thrusts growing sloppy.

“God, you sure know how to take a beating. My precious little lamb.” He pulls out and slaps his cocks against your stomach, splattering a mess of the two of you all over your abdomen.

You smile, wide and stupid and against any better judgment.

Sukuna will tear you apart, break you mind and body, and expect you to thank him.

And you do.

✞ all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[yoichichi]

Phone Sex

18+ MINORS DNI

jean, armin, & eren (sep) x reader

warning(s): slight dom reader, male masturbation, humiliation, degradation, edging, phone sex, crying ig?, self-masturbation mentioned in Jeans but I tried to make it gender neutral, eren calls reader mommy in his but it’s like slightly a joke ,, at first🧍‍♀️

a/n: ANON YOU.... you have a mind of gold. This was a request for reading guiding the boys while they masturbate so this is that! I hope this was what you were looking for anon! :) <3 and as always I love to hear your thoughts so pls send them in 😭 i also did my best to keep the reader neutral when it mentions the reader masturbating !

Jean

When you were woke up at 2 in the morning by a call from Jean, you definitely thought you’d be racing over to his place for some kind of emergency. But when you slid your thumb across the screen and held your phone up to ear, grumbling out a ,“hello?”, instead you were met with whiny, breathy moans, pleading for a different kind of help.

“Baby? You up?” You could barely hear him over his heavy panting.

“Well, I am now.”

It was silent for a few moments while you heard him shuffling around in his bed.

“Do ya need something babe? What’d you call me so late for?” You took an innocent tone to your voice, but you knew exactly what he needed from you.

“Hnng- ah- um, yeah. I - are you - ah - busy?”

You sighed and grumbled for him to give you a second as you moved to lay on your back and put your headphones on,

“You’re sitting there with that pretty cock of yours in your hands, aren’t you? So needy and desperate to cum that you had to wake me up at 2 in the morning just to hear my voice? Aw, I never knew you were such a little slut, Jean.”

Your hands reached down between your legs to slide your bottoms off at the sound of a hoarse whimper from the other end of the phone call, clearly he was caught off guard by your sudden crude words.

“You like that? Being reminded how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Ah - mhm.” You could hear the speed of his hand increasing, and judging by his moans you could tell he was getting close.

“Look at you, all worked up and already about to make a mess of yourself. Wanna cum baby? Tell me how bad you want it.” You hummed as you brought your fingers down to play with yourself, now throbbing with need from the sound of Jeans moans; which were filled with the obvious longing to be fucking you or your dirty mouth instead of his fist.

“Oh god, I want it so bad, only you - fuck - only - oh god, baby please lemme cum.” You could see him now, a panting sweaty mess with his large hand wrapped around his cock. He was probably bucking up into his hand, the other one fisting the sheet while he tried to ground himself and wait for your permission, wanting so bad to be good for you. The head of his cock slightly swollen with need and his pretty face all scrunched up with focus.

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

“Fuck, yes. Please?”

“Awww, what a good boy. Go on and lemme hear you cum then.”

His pretty groan filled your ears before it came out strangled and separated with gasps.

You let him ride out his high a bit longer until he spoke.

“Thank you, babe. Sorry to wake you up.” He had a sense of bashfulness to his voice - not matching the confidence he had earlier to dial you in the first place.

“Mmm, don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me by staying on the line until I cum this time.”

Armin

You’d be lying if you said Armins sniffling coming through the phone didn’t make you smile. You love when he listens to you, even when it’s killing him to do so.

“C-can I, can I keep going?” His voice was so soft and meek you could barely hear him.

He sat with his hand resting at the base of his cock, not squeezing or moving an inch. Every so often he’d run his hand through his hair or let it slide down his chest, brushing past his nipples, desperate for some kind of stimulation.

Every twitch of his cock made the tears resting on his lash line spill and stream down his red cheeks, god you could just imagine it. What you wouldn’t give to be in front of him now and see it for yourself.

“Mhm, but I want you to go nice ‘n slow. You think you can do that for me?” You did your best to keep your tone calm and unwavering, luring him into doing what you wanted, knowing he’s a sucker for receiving your praise.

“Of course I can.” He said it matter of factly, almost appalled that you’d assume he couldn’t do anything you ask of him.

“Well, go on then.”

He hissed at the sensation of his cold, tough hands dragging slowly up his cock, squeezing slightly at the head just to tease himself further - making sure to let an erotic moan slip past his lips to let you know he was going above and beyond for you. Even fondling his balls just to make the desire to cum all that more excruciating, and showing you just how much he could take if it meant being good for you.

“You sound so pretty baby, think you can hold out just a little bit longer for me? You know how much I love listening to you touch yourself, such an angel.”

“Y-yes.” He swallowed thickly - loud enough that you could hear it - knowing how proud of him you were gonna be.

“Good boy.”

Eren

Eren rarely enjoyed phone sex, too needy and demanding to think it was worth it; especially when he could pick you up or come over at any time. So why the hell would he choose to be separated and touch himself while he listened to you over the phone?

But I guess it’s different when he’s at work and only has 30 minutes to ease the strain in his pants and get you off his mind. Which is exactly why he’s calling your contact with a shaky hand as he sits in his car, making sure to park where no one would come to bother him, with the other hand busy pulling out his fat cock previously stuffed and feeling claustrophobic in his jeans - he’s lucky his work apron kept his appearance decent.

He hissed at the way it sprang up against his abdomen, his cock head already angry and swollen. God he hated you, getting him all worked up at work just because he couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over and slamming you so hard you couldn’t do anything but whine and whimper, not even able to get out a coherent sentence about how good he filled you up.

But the moment he heard the ringing falter and your sweet voice greet him , “Hey babe what’s up? Aren’t you at work right now?”, all animosity left his body. A low whimper leaving his lips instead, so desperately wanting your lips wrapped around his cock it was almost agonizing.

“Fuck babe, I need you - oh fuck - I need you to make me cum quick, ah hnngh god -“ he spoke so fast and quiet you almost thought he was in trouble, but judging by the way his voice was getting raspy, and the way it cracked at the end of his sentence, you knew he was perfectly fine.

You sighed and set your highlighter down, knowing you wouldn’t be getting back to your studying any time soon.

“Babe? You there? I -“

“Mhmm, ‘m right here.” You cut him off quickly, gnawing at your bottom lip to the sounds of his quiet pants, knowing he was quickly fisting his cock and probably on his lunch break, needing to finish fast, doing his best to cum as quick as he could, and yet he still needed to call you to help him do that? God what an ego boost.

But, you were busy studying. And rarely do you have him in such a powerless position, why not have some fun with him?

“Okay, I’ll help.” You smiled coyly at his sigh of relief.

“Really babe? Oh my g-“

“But promise you’ll do what I say?”

He was silent for a moment, but he knew he didn’t have much time to protest and really, he was putty in your hands right now. He agreed before he could change his mind, and that’s what led him to the position he was in now.

His cock sensitive to the touch and his hair falling out of his bun, his face flushed and looking slightly a mess with the sweat that was beginning to collect on his forehead.

He probably had but two minutes left on his break and he needed to come, bad.

“Please, Jesus fuck I’ve been listening but god I need to cum. I’m -“

“Okay Eren I hear you,” you giggled for a moment and he felt his stomach drop, you were up to something, “why don’t you ask mommy for permission?”

“What?”

You giggled again at his exclamation and knew he was getting frustrated by the groan he let out, but you were having too much fun, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

“You heard me, you wanna cum so bad? Call me mommy and beg for it.” You sighed and sat back in your chair. He should’ve expected you to do something to get back at him for bothering you while you were busy, what either of you weren’t expecting though was how quickly he caved.

“Mommy, please.” His voice cracked from the dryness of his throat as he whimpered out his plea, not expecting it to send your stomach into a frenzy.

“God please let me cum, please mommy, please.”

“Y-yeah okay, go on and finish.” You sat in shock as you heard his sweet moans come through the phone, an octave higher than they’d usually be.

“I-, fuck, I gotta go back to work. You really cut it close babe. See you when I get home.” He hung up quickly, hoping it didn’t come off as rude - he just had little to no time to clean himself up before he had to clock back in.

But it didn’t matter cause you were still reeling from the way he so freely whimpered out mommy, and how enticing it sounded coming from him.

Hmm, you had a lot to think about.

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THIS IS MY FIRST KINDA DOM READER THING SO PLS GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS YOU KNOW I LOVE THEM and ily it’s been a while since I posted :) <3

taglist: @plutowrites @armins-futon @peachysimp @semisgroupie (I hope it’s ok to tag you it���s kinda subby boys so I thought you might be interested 🧍‍♀️)