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sissyboi2323 · 6 months
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xroguerosexxx · 2 months
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Him: Would you like to know when I jerk off to your tit pics?
Her: You jerk off to my pics?? Kinda pervy bro😉
Him: Can't help it sis- when you got your slutty tits out like that on the internet it makes men do bad things
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shiqqy · 25 days
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ghouljams · 7 months
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not to be a voracious whore but like what if Witch tried to cast smt on Price n he clocks it ofc and it was v stupid of her to try. he teases her a little and he'd be such a menace all "darling if you wanted to know you could've asked." and "Such a bad little witch, casting spells like that." "Such a stupid witch." he really activates my daddy issues
(Also price is a little surprised bc she put effort in it and it was very very sneaky and almost made it into him but his magic caught it like the last moment. he's proud of his witch <3 )
(its obvs v early on but like probs after they've been talking for a bit, like witch knows being caught wont be instant death from price)
I am a voracious whore for Witch and Price so you're in good company. I'm thinking this is maybe after Witch makes Price his command spell cigars, and she realizes that he could use them on her. So obviously she tries to put some protections in place, and that means sticking a spell to Price. Easier said than done.
Price is at the bar when he feels the gentle stroke of magic wrap around him. Delicate as a rose petal, and scented with lilac. Sweet and bitingly intoxicating, it tries to settle invitingly over his skin, eager to fly under the radar. Someone else might have missed it, but to Price it's all too familiar. Nastier people have tried worse spells on him. This one is too entreating, too cunning, not to know who it's from. You think you're so clever trying to wind your magic into his, as if he wouldn't notice.
He snaps the soft spell with his fingers, feels the lingering smoke of it --that was smart of you, to burn something, to meet his element-- roll across his palm. It drips like dew onto the lacquered table, inert. You should know better.
Price pushes back from the table, his chair scraping the ground loud enough to silence the conversation in the bar. His boys look at him with confusion and concern. The dew on the table fizzes and steams, boiling itself off.
"Just a little business to take care of," He tells the table before walking out.
You count through the contents of your bag, making mental notes on what you still have to restock. Mustard seeds, poke berries, snake ribs, raccoon baculum, a few shed skins, cat whiskers, you always feel a little bad about the animal curios. You try not to use them too often, but some spells call for it. You stop dead, look up at the empty street in front of you. You close your eyes to steel yourself against the presence you can feel behind you, try to keep a pleasant smile when you open your eyes and turn to face him.
"Price, what a pleasant surprise," You smile up at him, he doesn't look pleased to see you.
"Is it?" He asks, his voice painfully even. He takes a step forward as you take one back.
"Always," You respond easily.
"Interesting," He tips his head, looks down his nose at you with hard eyes, "do you know what I find surprising?"
You feel the spikes of his magic, the thorns that ripped your spell to shreds. Lying isn't an option, he's not asking because he doesn't know. He's asking so you'll admit your guilt and face the music. You don't think he'd kill you, but fae are unpredictable. Your best bet is distance, get some space and keep it before you try any more magic on him. You dart from him and Price's arm snags you around your middle, stopping you dead as he pulls you back. You drop your bag as you grab his arm.
"Oh sweetheart, you have been naughty, haven't you?" Your stomach drops at the suchor in his voice, the gravel that rumbles so promisingly.
"It wouldn't have hurt you," You try a different approach. His hands are so distractingly present against you, his touch spreading warmth through you even over your clothes. You're not used to being touched like this. You're painfully aware of the dull throb between your legs as his body slots behind yours.
"If you want something darling, you have to ask for it," He purrs, his voice low against your ear, "No spells, no tricks, just your pretty pleas." You swallow, resist the urge to lean back into him. He's so solid against your back, broad chest and thick arms keeping you held tight. Had you even thought about escape since he'd caught you?
You don't think he's working any sort of magic over you. It can't just be him keeping your thoughts vacant. It feels like your brain's poured out through your ears, you can't think of how to respond to that. How do you respond to that?
Price's hand catches your jaw, fingers digging ever so slightly into your cheeks, and jerks your head up from where you'd been staring at the cobblestone. "Say something pet, tell me why you needed to work your little magic on me," He all but commands.
"I gave you a powerful spell and needed a safe guard against it," You remember quickly. You won't apologize for taking precautions. Surely he understands that. You don't regret it, only getting caught. You'll be more careful next time you need to work any magic on this man.
"All this over a few cigars?" Price hums, drags his lips against the shell of your ear. You shiver and try to move your head away from the feeling. His grip on your face keeps you where he wants you. He chuckles against you, the sound dripping molten down your spine to settle between your legs. "I don't need to use magic on you, little witch, I have you exactly where I want you just like this."
You squirm, feel his arm tighten around you as you threaten escape. Your attempt feels pathetic even to you. You may be on par with Price in terms of magic, but in raw physical ability he has you beat. Isn't that intoxicating? Some small shivery part of you asks. That he can hold you like this, keep you in place with just his strength? He'd let you go so easily before, he didn't have the same compunction now.
"You don't cast spells on me," He tells you, speaks it into existence, a law between the both of you, "Got it?"
"Yes, fine, got it," You press, push your hands against his hold firmly. He lets you go and you stumble to keep on your feet as you scramble away from him, not for the first time.
"Good girl," His praise is buried under condescension as you pick up your dropped goods. You don't expect him to be there when you look up, and he isn't. At least the street seems to be coming back to life, unstuck from wherever he'd pulled it. He's gotten touchy recently. You wonder what that's about.
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poppy-metal · 2 years
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yeah.
him in the black ones, no boxers. it’s early – like 10am – and he’s smoking the joint you rolled for him last night (wake n bake) while you shower. he can hear you humming your favorite song and the splash of the water when it hits the floor of the tub. it makes him think, about you and what you look like right now; naked, face red due to how hot you like it and head thrown back to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. he can feel himself getting hard at the thought. can see it through the thin fabric of his pants, the way his cock pushes against it. 
he resists the urge to pull it out and full on jerk himself off. settles on palming himself because he knows you’ll be more than glad to help him when you get out. just- the image of him sitting on the couch, legs spread wide and his hand pushing on his cock<3 taking long hits and throwing his head back before blowing the smoke out<3 dead.
n he just looks at you with one hand slipping inside the thin fabric and nods to you, blowing out a stream of smoke. "drop the towel." and you do so immediately, just standing there dripping wet while he groans and pumps his cock to the mere sight of you standing in front of him. like you're his own person porno.
your hands twitching at your sides as you fight the urge to cup yourself between your legs, because you wanna see him cum, want to see him do it just from looking at you. his eyes trace everything, soaking in every inch of your body, your face, the tight peaks of your nipples, the slope of your belly, the damp thatch of hair between your legs that hides your cunt.
"shit." he grunts, and you see just the ruddy tip of his cock peeking out of his fist as he tugs himself fully out of the drawstring bottoms, fisting himself hard, rings on because he likes the friction. "shit, you're fucking hot-"
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cryptcombat · 4 months
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is this a safe space.... ok that one post about how u can't bring yourself to defend some female characters and feeling bad about it sorry queens.... that's me with h*nkai 💖
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brattyprincessfiona · 11 days
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I make your shitty life better
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miraclemaya · 14 days
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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bogunicorn · 3 months
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wild to me that fandom spaces awash with queer people, especially on tumblr, still clutch their pearls about noncon art and fiction, as if dub- and noncon as both metaphor and kink haven't been staples of multiple genres since, like... ever.
"so-and-so has a noncon kink, that's kind of sus." statistically speaking, your mom has a noncon kink. might be why she enjoyed 50 shades of grey so much. you already grok that horror movie fans aren't out here on the verge of building saw traps and action movie buffs aren't one bad day away from becoming mass shooters. that doesn't become not-true just because it's a sex thing.
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genshoomf · 8 months
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womby art making me think unholy things about wbiy post spar nastiness
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Look at me, how could it feel bad to lose it all for me?
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xroguerosexxx · 2 months
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Him: Is it making you wet
Her: Eww
Her: Maybe...
Her: Why do you care
Him: Cause I wanna know what a slut my little sis is
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unproduciblesmackdown · 8 months
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billions(tm): it's incredible how we just provide a little snippet of material designed to be "guy we all want to push down the stairs immediately somehow" and through this amazing acting alchemy it becomes gold. electric. magnificent. we can't get enough so we will just keep writing this loser character and the actor will somehow keep bringing the dazzling transmutation through his ability
actor will roland: [is aware autistic people are real]
#this is at least half humorous in several ways lmao but also like fr...#winston billions#will roland has pretty much said he is aware that autistic people real. and not [ppl's utterly off the walls assumptions abt what Defines#Autism or what an Autistic Person is like and how you would Know]#i don't think that Billions(tm) would be very much better at that than re: say; taylor's being nonbinary (surprisingly alright yet. u kno)#quant kid 2 could've been anyone but writing Winston is like so certainly the common deal of the inadvertently autistic character#drawing from all the autistic people allistic ppl encounter all thee time without being aware & deciding they're annoying / jerks / too#weird to live too pathetic to die / grating nerds / Funnily Odd in a way you deign to merely raise an eyebrow or scrunch your face at....#so on so forth. ''oh you know Those People we all know who are just Like That''#and deciding they must be ''just like that'' b/c they're either too arrogantly rude &/or clueless / Unaware to be neurotypically superior#also do not get me wrong lmao big old proponent of Did You Know That? Actors Act. Now You Know#so of course yes will's acting is off the shits i mean here i am am i right. and he is using it when he is acting.#the acting talent Is off the shits. the tiniest moments they give him & he CRUSHES KILLS it really is amazing i'm not waving it off at all#cue twitter randos so betrayed when kelly aucoin is not dollar bill & is like ''yes in my acting job i'm playing this fuckin asshole''#meanwhile i'm still following the interviewer who a) asked will anything abt billions b) talked abt the immediate striking intro of will's#as quant kid 2 And the immediate draw of / effervescent dynamic between winston & taylor. Someone Who Gets It#anyway it's like will can fathom that actually the people who are Always ''acting wrong'' w/their bad grating vibes no matter what they do#are not always Those People(tm) who We all know & loathe right....thee magic of knowing winston can be someone fully earnest#and of course always actually trying; & having perfectly comprehensible wants & needs. damn how's he doing that#bringing a certain je ne sais quoi to this Insufferable Loser Nerd material! so we don't mess with the process.#i.e. we will only ever let his role get dunked on forever b/c sure can't fathom anything else anyways. our Correct characters could never..#only tuk; adjacent in wrong nerd loserdom; can be his friend. rian who is correct but zany with it can be his abusive friend
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justsomeoneunordinary · 8 months
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it's been years and i still don't know what to comment to porn fics.
with anything else i can write paragraphs on what i liked abt the fic, but what do i say abt pwp??? this was hot, i jerked off to it. thanks 😃👍 ????????
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ailinu · 19 days
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preserve us from edgelords. good lord.
#i'm not naming any system names.#to each their own and all that. i'm sure it's doing fine at what it's designed for.#(and similarly jack if you're reading this i have full faith in your ability to get this to work to your own tonal ends.#and i know we've at least partially discussed where they differ from the material presented.)#but sometimes you look at a thing. and it goes 'yeah what if your blood is living maggots'#and you sigh heavily and make jerk-off motions. say 'okay. call your mom' in the way you do if you see a real intentionally edgy metal band#you know how it is#again i'm just being a bitch on main. don't take this too seriously.#it's interesting trying to figure out the boundaries of games i'm interested in. because i know i have a fairly wide range to start with.#like to be clear i'm not against tragedy or horror! i'm not against consequences or characters dying!#but every so often i do come across something that simply falls outside what i'm interested in.#and start saying things like 'they should make twee illegal' or. you know. 'okay. call your mom.' which are on vastly different ends of thi#fun to see when that happens.#anyway if things get too edgy i reserve the right to make jerk-off motions in the background.#that's all thanks for listening.#actually wait no maybe that's not all.#if pressed i think i'm pinpointing my response here to. like. the apparent reliance on a sort of 'gross-out horror' (among other things)#which tends not to work for me in that i usually find it exhausting and at times immature. hence the 'call your mom.'#and despite the system's partial fascination with it i've not encountered it in the prospective dm's work thus far (albeit in other systems#so this'll probably work out fine.#(as always. again. full faith in you jack.)#okay. at least partially figured it out.#jerk-off motion rights still reserved though.
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innocent-tboy · 2 months
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What if I filmed myself raping you and showed it to all of your friends? How humiliating would that be? Imagine if you tried to portray yourself as a tough badass in front of them, only to have that image completely shattered as they watch you being forced to take my girlcock, crying and begging me to "Stop! Stop! Please just stop!" Once the video's done playing I would force you to suck my girlcock in front of all of them before leaving you there, a broken, ashamed, crying thing for all of your friends to pity and feel sorry for.
sorry i saw girl cock and blacked out from horny
i mean (ahem)
noooo omg im not into girls stop im a virgin nooooooo :((((
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