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roommate kaji has to be so insufferable. you always manage to come home at the worst times and meet him pulling his cock raw on the living room couch, head tossed back with his phone in his hand watching cowgirl videos
I just remembered “Father” is usually a term used in the Catholic Church to address priests. This all comes back to CSA and young queer boys, doesn’t it? Great…absolutely fantastic. You know, Lonnie Byers’ occupation was never explicitly stated (that I’m aware of) so he could have been a Priest/Pastor, thus perpetuating the cycle of abuse onto Will. Maybe something happened and he was disgraced, thus his leaving the family and moving to Indianapolis. It gets worse the longer you think about it….
Mr Baldo vs Father Newby
So, Father Newby has been casted, and I talked in this post awhile back about the possibility of Bob having been sexually abused as a child & that thing into Mr Baldo, and specifically, about Mr Baldo possibly being a representation of Father Newby/Father Newby being bald and coming into Bob’s bedroom at night vs Bob having nightmares about a bald clown coming into his bedroom.
And would you look at that- the actor casted for Father Newby?? BALDING!!!! MR BALDO OVER HERE….
I KNEW IT!!!! LIKE THIS IS FROM THAT POST I LINKED:
wishing father newby and mr baldo a very Stay Away From Bob
↳Avengers Endgame | VFX breakdown | Cinefex
watching a movie with a girl while she's between my legs and my hand is in her pants fingering and playing with her, telling her she has to keep her eyes on the screen and needs to be quiet and stop whining because she's distracting me from the movie
make me talk about my special interests while you finger me and watch as i get dumber and dumber each minute ☆
OCD symptom i struggle with but don't see talked about a lot: inability to trust your own memory and/or perception.
as an example: i put my headphones in my bag. i say im sure they're in my bag, but what if i imagined putting them in my bag? i have to check, so i stick my hand inside and grab them. but then i have to check *again* because what if i just so happened to have another object shaped and sized exactly like my headphones that i just forgot about? so i have to pull them out of my bag and look directly at them to fully confirm they were in my bag
this is a fairly benign example but this also happens with other worse scenarios for me and it's. not fun
im going to start posting my old art i like on here until i catch up with new stuff 👍
holding hands while riding namjoon? idk im just hjorny rn 😭
well, i’m glad i could be of assistance, anon <3
pairing: namjoon x female reader
warnings: softdom!joon, sub!reader, explicit smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, crying, kinda soft, rough fucking, i can’t tell if he’s trying to punish her or naw..
“Need me to love you, need me to protect you, need me to fuck you,” Namjoon seethes, hands resting on the small of your back as he enunciated each point with a harsh thrust into you.
You were in tears on top of him, riding him out like your life depended on it whilst his cock evasively split you open; just the way you liked it.
He was never normally this rough with you, opting to go slow and easy every time you both decided to get intimate. His soft side during sex was something you cherished so much; it made you feel safe in his arms.
But that was until now.
You chose to disrupt one of his super important zoom interviews with your desperation; twirling his hair around your fingers to which the interviewer could clearly see. Namjoon would try to brush you off, silently telling you that he’d be with you shortly, but you didn’t budge.
And that went on for the rest of the hour. You bothered him to the point where he was tired of your shit, slamming the laptop shut after ending the call and dragging you into your shared bedroom.
Which is where you are now.
Looking down at him, you could tell he was pissed, but you couldn’t let the desperation inside of you eat you out alive. You did the right thing seeing as he was giving you exactly what you wanted.
“Don’t fucking cry. Isn’t this what you wanted?” His tone of voice was harsh and his hips slammed into you with such brute force, it felt like he was fucking the cries out of you.
“Yes, yes—!” you cry again, your fingers digging into the skin of his shoulder which caused him to wince.
You were such a good girl. Never having been fucked like this, you were taking him like a champ.
It warmed his heart in the most fucked up way possible.
Namjoon yanked your hand off his shoulder, instead intertwining his hand in yours to give you that little sense of care and security you were always used to.
“Need me to hold your hand while I fuck you as well, huh?” His tone was seemingly trying to mock you, belittle you in some sense, but you weren’t a pussy.
You could take a rough fuck when necessary.
Whether he held your hand or not, you trusted the man with your whole life.
“You’re so cute..”
You don’t hear him, the sounds of skin slapping and your whimpers drowning out his endearing words.
He set his free hand over your hips, forcing you to slam down on his cock and revelling in the way your walls clenched around him.
“Too much..” you say breathlessly, but your actions were contradicting your own words as you continued to fuck yourself on top of him without his assistance.
“You’re so greedy, Y/N,” the man tsks, shaking his head like he was disappointed but he was far from it.
You were everything he could ask for, and more.