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sucking dick in public, IS THIS THING ON?

again, the vidcon exhibitionism... -♤

clapping loudly

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is this trend dead yet....

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been so overwhelmed lately. can’t decide if i wanna cry in a pretty boy’s arms and have him whisper sweet nothings in my ear or listen to his overstimulated cries and whimpers and pleads as i fuck him while simultaneously jerking him off till he’s shooting blanks. :c

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getting to bounce on it is cool n all but nothing can compare to getting pushed down into the mattress and used like a fucktoy <3

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manhandling >>>

like, getting manhandled onto his lap to makeout better

getting pulled closer via hips/waist because i was too far for him </3

getting grabbed and manhandled onto a surface bc he got impatient that i took too long

manhandling n grabbing my face to properly kiss him </3

saying "fuck this shit" and getting manhandled to be pinned and devoured

just, MANHANDLING

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Needy men >>>>>>>>>>

Vocal men who aren’t afraid to let you know how good you’re making them feel >>>>>

Men who say your name when they cum even when you’re not around >>>>>>

Men who need to fuck you more than they need air to breathe >>>>>>>>

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hickies and bitemarks on thighs. thats it. thats the post.

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dude, IM whimpering

I want ran to leave me tied up and needy as he streams, forcing me to watch quietly -♤

godddddd yes. yes. and imagine they make you sit beneath their desk while tied up right. and occasionally let you hump their leg but just keep edging you. oh and you're gagged of course. so chat can't hear you

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fuuuck yes- ugh

I want ran to leave me tied up and needy as he streams, forcing me to watch quietly -♤

godddddd yes. yes. and imagine they make you sit beneath their desk while tied up right. and occasionally let you hump their leg but just keep edging you. oh and you're gagged of course. so chat can't hear you

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fuuuck yes dude, you get me

gay hours. Can't stop thinking about ran getting the shit topped out of them -♤

what if ... hypothetically... the one topping ran was slimecicle...? just listen to me right. hear me out here. they do an irl stream together. playing some rage inducing game. new mario kart maybe? and theyre joking around all stream yk how it is. maybe ranboo starts doing really good at the game, beating slime repeatedly, chats cheering him on, slime starts to get a bit pissed, just in your average competitive gamer way yk. then stream ends, slime is thankful since he doesn't need to keep getting his ass kicked in mario kart in front of thousands of viewers, except ran doesnt shut his mouth about it. bragging and teasing and making jokes. and slime tolerates it for a bit but then remembers he doesnt have to keep playing along for content anymore so he drags ran to the bedroom to put him back in his place....

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new freak?

just found your blog and I've gotta say, you're doing god's (which one is open to interpetation) work

I loveee being a little freak online and finding other little freaks <3

omgggg anon welcome to the freakshow <33

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Natemare x Matpat

Did anyone say 2016 Youtuber fanfic?? No?? Just me... Well too bad I made a fanfic and here's a snippet.

6 A.M. See You Tomorrow

Matpat’s head pounded as he slowly opened his eyes. He tried to move but his hands were bound behind him. He struggled against the rope wrapped around him, bounding him straight up to the chair. He couldn’t see, could speak with a cloth stuffed into his mouth. 

‘How did I get here?’ Mat thought to himself as he struggled against his bonds, his headache growing harsher by the second.

Matpat then remembered, he was in the office at his hellish night job at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. The clock had just struck six a.m. He had survived another night, yet as he was leaving the office, someone hit him upside the head knocking him out.

Footsteps clicked through the empty room, echoing loudly. Matpat struggled yet nothing came.

*Ring!*

*Ring!*

The familiar ring of the office phone echoed. Was he still in the office? No, there is too much echoing in this room. A hand is on his shoulder, holding him still.

The phone is answered, the phone being pressed against his ear.

“Hello? Hello, Hello?” The phone guy crackled through the speaker. “Okay listen, I have no idea where you are or how you got there. What do I know is that guy you were seen with last night is bad news. But what I do know is if you are hearing this there is a chance you’re still alive.” Matpat’s blood froze hearing that.

“Look, just stay calm and if you can avoid him at any cost. Do your best to hold out until morning” How is Matpat supposed to avoid the guy when the guy had him tied and was hovering over him.

“Please just… stay alive.” The phone guy hung up the phone leaving Matpat in terror and dread taking over him, if he had any color it had drained out of him.

The mystery man who had him captive, chuckled lowly and huskily. “Well ain’t that sweet… Your “boss” is worried about you?” The melodic voice feigned care before dropping the phone with a resounding clank.

“MMMFFG!!” Mat attempted to speak but his mouth was gagged.

“Awe… you’re so cute when you struggle.” The man with the hauntingly sounding voice teased. Mat heard the footsteps move to in front of him, the hand on his shoulder moving to the back of his head tugging at his hair. Mat whimpered at the rough grab as he was forced to tilt his head up.

“Let me look at your face…” The man roughly tugged Matpat’s blindfold. Matpat blinked rapidly at the sudden change from pure darkness to perceived brightness. Yet as his eyes adjusted, he realized he was in a dim room, illuminated by one singular light bulb that was above him. 

The thing before Matpat was a ghost. The man before him was a pale, lanky man with purple tear stains going down his cheeks, glowing purple eyes staring intensely into Mat’s very soul as if looking for his nightmare. He grinned maniacally down at Matpat tightening his grip on Matpat’s hair. “Yes… I knew you would come back.” The ghostly man growled.

Matpat was so confused, who was this man? What did he mean by coming back? Matpat has never met this man before. 

The man tilted his head, as if analyzing Matpat. He leaned in close, his cold, lifeless breath, fanning down, causing Mat to shiver. His purple eyes gazed intensely into Mat’s brown eyes. 

Mat’s heart pounded loudly in his chest, he struggled yet couldn't do much due to the man’s grip on his hair. Was he going to die? Was this the end

“Wait…” The ghost whispered. “No… You’re NOT him. Who are you!” He demanded tugging down Mat’s gag. Mat whimpered, gasping in pain.

“Please! Have mercy on me! Please don’t kill me!” He begged for his life, letting out a high pitch cry as the man pulled his head back by his hair.

“Oh would you shut it!” The man growled menacingly, putting his hand over Matpat’s mouth. Matpat whimpered softly, struggling to control his breathing. “I may kill you… or if you can answer my questions… and I’ll consider letting you go.” The ghost whispered into Matpat’s ear, his cold, wet tongue brushing against Mat’s lobe, causing Mat to shiver. His captor pulled away from him, releasing his mouth and hair, letting Matpat’s head free.

“W-who… who even are you?” Matpat stuttered, watching this person walk away.

The man turned to look at Matpat with glowing purple eyes. “They call me Natemare…” He revealed.

“Nightmare?” Matpat repeated.

“No.” Natemare answered firmly, swiftly getting in front of Matpat. He grabbed Mat’s chin and forced Matpat to look up at him. “Natemare.” Natemare grinned wickedly. 

Matpat gulped, whimpering slightly in fear as Natemare grinned wickedly. He shivered as the ghost drew closer. 

“Now… Let’s see what your dreams can answer for me!” Natemare chuckled slowly as he pressed his forehead against Mat’s, forcing Mat to meet his glowing purple eyes. Matpat felt himself growing more tired, the world fading.

Read the Rest on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66328348

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You have my full permission to be weird and inappropriate at me

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amen

if ranboo made an onlyfans i'd pay for that shit INSTANTLY

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one of these days im gonna get high and do a dropout penis size / kink headcanon list

🍷

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god, yes.

Ran, but they keep the mask on while forcing you to take them from behind -♤

YESSS. literally anything with Ran's mask is so so good. Recently I was imagining him using it to blindfold you ...

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The birthday drinking stream Ran did tonight inspired me. intox + cnc + size difference

Just imagining ... Ranboo underestimating how many shots they could handle. While wrapping up stream, he slurred his words a bit. Then he started fumbling over the commands for turning off his setup, so you come over to help. They decide to reward you by tossing you on the bed, despite your surprised protests. When you go to crawl away, telling Ran they might regret their actions in the morning once sober, they ignore you. Their attempt at calming you is just reassurance that you're going to enjoy what he does to you, you'll see. Obviously not very convincing, probably because they're clearly more focused on stripping your clothes off without letting you escape his grasp. When you threaten to scream for Moonzy, they opt to putting their hand over your mouth instead to shut you up. And their palm is the size of your face, so what else can you really do other than lay there and take it?