Goddddd Sex With Joel Would Be A Fucking DREAM!😩

Posting this political vent cuz I'm more anonymous on here than my other acc.

I wanna fucking cry. I'm Korean and Puerto Rican. My family consists of African Americans, Koreans, Puerto Ricans, and Mexicans. I'm pansexual, some folks in my family are pansexual or bisexual. I'm a girl, among all of the other girls and women in my family. We're lower middle class, I have ADHD, and so do my other folks. I have Depression and Anxiety, like some of my other folks. My grandma is widowed and Jewish. My friends are from various groups. Some are trans, some are Muslim, some are Jewish, some are Afro-Latino, etc. What's gonna happen to us? I want to disappear. The world is melting. As kids, we were promised that we can be anything. Well, I wanna be dead. My daddy told me that the world was my oyster. I'm 18 now, and by the time I reached my age, we overfished the world. We pawned off all of the pearls that we had promised future generations for our unsustainable, insatiable, lust for a piece of silky paper with a president who killed thousands. I love my country. I love my country. I love my country. I want to leave my country. God bless the land that was never free for me. God bless the land that had gone against everything whatever God we believe in stood for. God bless the land that was built upon slavery, exploitation, rape, and murder. Yes, god bless this land that was never ours to begin with.

God bless this land that has been overdrilled, god bless these animals we have overkilled, god bless the mess of the U.S. God bless the lord that is the man in the church who told us what God said as his spokesman even though God never approved of his sins that poured out of his mouth like the wine that spilled all over the land. The wine of the rich that flooded our homes with a sour taste because the grapes they fed us weren't ripe for us. We can choke on the mold, because no grapes will turn to wine for us. Because nothing beats a fine wine. We aren't old money. Most of us aren't.

God bless our vinegar because we aren't from rich blood, so we could never bleed such a delicacy.

Update post!

Hiya! This is an update post! I will occasionally pop in to tell you guys what I'm currently working on and what to look forward to in the future! :)

Current Project:

Sub!Salesman x Femdom!Reader (This was requested by an anonymous user and yes, I am working on it. So sorry it's taking long.)

Future Projects~⭐️

Sub!James Sunderland x Dom!Reader (This will be my first MLM fic ever. Basically, James is cockwarming you with his mouth and eventually sucks you off. Also he calls you daddy, so heads up on that!🌝👍)

Top!Graham Burns x G/N!Reader (Originally gonna be f!reader but I changed my mind. You guys go from wholesome texting to sexting to him fucking you over his desk)

Dani x F!Reader (First WLW smut ever and kinda self indulgent with her talking you through it and getting past internalized homophobia. Shit gets a little deep)

Pyramid Head x Reader x James (First threesome fic ever! Woo! Anyway, get spitroasted by James and his manifestation of guilt🤷🏻‍♀️)

Top!Mary Sunderland x F!Reader (A little WLW. Mary is healthy, and she broke things off with James. Now she wants to break you off! Strap-on activities🫣)

Sub!James x Femdom!Reader (Using a remote-controlled vibrator on him the whole trip in Silent Hill back when it was a nice town. A little public play and James whimpering like a bitch)

Daddy!Benatar x Reader (Okay... YFM smut will be happening)

18!Puff Puff x 18!Reader (Please note: Puff Puff is in his 20s in YFM, but he's 18 in this because you and him are fumbling around. Wholesome childhood friend type shit)

Gavin x G/N!Reader (He's late to work because he couldn't stop going down on you.)

PLEASE NOTE: You can still request! These are just projects that I wanna make in the future! Also, if I fulfill your request late as fuck, I'm sorry, school takes up my time and my ADHD hyperfixations make it hard for me to keep up. But I'll get to it, and when I do, I promise it'll be great! So many smut milestones to hit! Stay tuned!🫶🏻

Random horny thought that I'll write about eventually: Camboy!James dressed as a jock and he acts out a thing where he gets gangbanged by his cheerleader squad..... maybe cheerleader Maria????? Maybe cheerleader reader or the reader is tuning into his stream???? Idk??? Thoughts?

Look at this man and TELL ME HE ISN'T A MUNCH!!! LIKE ONG HE A MUNCH HE EAT IT FOR LUNCH🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣📢📢📢📢‼️‼️‼️‼️

AI "art" isn't real art. I don't care if it's AI generated fanfiction, AI generated songs, AI generated paintings, I DON'T FUCKING CARE! IT WILL NEVER BE ART. IT'S MEANINGLESS. UTTERLY MEANINGLESS. AI ARTISTS? FUCK YOU, YALL AIN'T ARTISTS.

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

We always talk about "whimpering Mark" this and "Sub!Mark" that and it's great and all but like

WHAT ABOUT THIS BITCH?!

I want this mf brat tamed, spanked, slapped, hair pulled, spat on, teased, leaking, sweating, panting, barking, edged, denied, overstimulated, whimpering, screaming, begging, sobbing, whinning, shaking, and fucked until he can't think, walk, or talk. I need this mf tied to the goddamn bed, cock caged, back arched, and slammed into while his dumbass manbun gets tugged so he is forced to watch his reflection in the mirror get dumber by the second. I need him getting Eiffle Towered by a fem reader and a male reader, I need him going down on the reader, I need him to stop saying "Mama" and start saying "Mommy," I need him to get strapped in a chair and cucked by Mark like idc have Mark x Reader where Mark cucks Rex, or Mark cucking Rex with Eve, or fuck it, Mark having the reader and Eve, whatever it takes to humble Rex.

Someone said Rex is a good pup name, ong, PUT A COLLAR ON HIM AND TAKE HIM OUT FOR A WALK! GIVE HIM SNACKS, GIVE HIM LOVE, GIVE HIM AFFECTION, BUT ALSO GIVE HIM STRUCTURE, GIVE HIM ORDER, GIVE HIM PUNISHMENT, GIVE HIM A BONE TO BITE ON, GIVE HIM A LITTLE TUG AT THE LEASH.

And of course, call him a good boy, cuddle him, and give him a bath in the end cuz aftercare is everything👏🥳

My period just started, and it's making me horny and word vomit, yall I'm so sorry.

Anyway, if anyone gets inspired and writes something.... I'm looking forward to it👀

Biker!Benatar x G/N!Reader

18+ Minors DNI! Yall, I have been thinking thoughts that should NOT have been thunk! Hence, the post. I had no idea where I was going with this. I ended up making my first smut fic.😭

Warnings/Tags: Blowjob, public sex, mutual orgasm, praise, leather.

He may not look like the type, but Benatar's been a biker since he got his license back in college

Rides a chopper motorcycle at night after dealing with the guys all day.

He's got diamond studs in his ear from post-high school graduation era that he still wears. They twinkle in the night from the city lights.

He'll let you ride the back of the motorcycle.... he might floor it just so you could get scared and cling onto him.

He listens to a variety of artists on his late-night rides. TV Girl, Cigarettes After Sex, Joji, Lana Del Rey, just to name a few.

He'll stop along his trips to jot down whatever is on his mind. He has a scrapbook of songs he likes and his favorite lyrics.... some of which include:

"I dreamt I was standing in your doorstep

Licking sweat off of your forehead

With your finger in my mouth

And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground

You should hear when you're not around

When it's just us horny poets

Who can't wait to write it down

Swear we were only being honest

Do you like these little sonnets?

'Cause I wrote them just for you"

Despite the meaning of the song itself.... that verse reminds him a lot about you. Specifically, that one night...

Remember the detail that Benatar doesn't like to have sex anywhere that isn't his bed?

Well, there was one exception....

So it was a breezy Saturday night. 12:45 AM, clear night skies with twinkly stars that went on forever with the moon. Clinging onto Benatar's jacket... he was playing the music as the pipes of the chopper rumbled. Wrapping your hands around Benatar's waist, hands getting lower and lower until they were right where you two wanted them. Benatar's breath catches in his throat and looks at the next exit on the highway.

He took it.

He went all the way to an empty parking lot that was hidden behind a bundle of trees. He turns the ignition off and said to you that night: "We ought to be quick.... I don't like being out in the open..."

You were stunned. Benatar was the more conservative person in the group. He was shy at the mention of sex.... let alone having it in a parking lot. There was a silence.... you both wanted it. You wanted each other. Right then, right there. But no one was making the first move.... until Benatar said to you in his polite British accent: "Get on your knees, love."

That was how it started....

The parking lot was quiet with the trees whispering into the night. The moon shined upon your eyes as you gaze up at Benatar. He clutches your hair, trying so hard not to moan, not to pull your hair too hard, not to get caught, but it was just too good...

He slowly thrusts into your mouth. Your tongue flicks at his tip, tasting his precum and moaning at the feeling of it twitch. Benatar groans, petting your head and saying: "Go on, love... touch yourself... I can't be the only one enjoying myself... let me watch you. Let me watch you cum..."

You were, once again, shocked by how lewd the man was. But, you complied, and your hand slipped into your pants. The parking lot had the trees whispering as the scandal unfolded before them. Your knees pressed against the concrete, making you wince at the pain only for the feeling to be replaced by your arousal at the sight of Benatar. His blonde locks were disheveled, his shirt was sticking to his chest, and his leather jacket.... was rattling and tightening against him.

You took out your hand, the fingers glazed with your precum. Sweat rolling down your forehead from the intensity of the situation, the visuals, the taste, everything.... his cock in your mouth twitching making you moan with pleasure. He looks down at you... completely different from the usual Benatar.

His eyes were glossy from the moonlight with a lustful haze looming over them. His lips were parted, and his eyes kept staring at you.... at your lips. He thrusts into your mouth more, picking up the pace a little. Then, he leaned over you, getting closer until his head was against yours. There was silence once more. The sexual tension is getting to its peak as he licks the droplet of sweat off of your forehead. You then dipped your fingers back into your pants to collect more of yourself, and bring it up to his lips.

He continued to lick the sweat off of your forehead and let your finger slip into his lips. He engulfs them with his warm, wet tongue, greeting them with a moan. You push your head further, trying to suck him more. He bucks his hips and said: "Love, I can't do this anymore.... I need to get rid of this..."

And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground...

He pulled up his indigo shirt, trying to cool off and have something to muffle him. His teeth tugged the cloth, a small tear heard as he thrusts faster. Your hand remained in your pants and you went faster and faster. Benatar struggles to hold in a moan in the process of holding your head and telling you: "You're doing so good, love. Oh, your mouth is so good..."

That was what did it... your body felt warm all over as it began to spasm. Your mind goes blank with pure pleasure, and this visual made Benatar lose his grip. The sudden hot rush of his cum coated your mouth. He bellowed a loud moan and gently pulled out, pulling up his pants and buckling them.

He helped you up, letting you sit on the bike as he rubbed your knees and swept away the gravel and pebbles. He picked up his leather jacket from the ground and slid it over your shoulders. He kissed your forehead and whispered to you that night: "You did such a good job, love. So good for me... too good for me."

He slid his thumb across the corner of your lip, wiping off the remains of your adventure before licking his fingertip and smiling. He gets on the bike and waits for you to wrap your arms around him when he turns on the ignition and says: "Shall we go?"

The following night, Benatar got inspired from the previous encounter and he looked at his paper, and he couldn't wait to write it down, swear he's only being honest...

Then... the next late-night ride, he handed you a book of poems with the question...

"Do you like these little sonnets?

'Cause I wrote them just for you."

He makes me feel so [REDACTED]😩💓

James Sunderland's eyes

The way I literally screamed seeing this, WHEW GIRL--

Husband activities with James at work LOL

GRAHHHHHHHHHH

It took some time but here he is!!! He sure is putting his back into it :3

And he's enjoying it, too ✨

Go for it, James!!