My Daddy Says Im Special

I’m damien thorn. Child of satan. Political adversary.

[tradcatfem]

A man who leads you to Christ and not himself or his bedroom is worth the wait! >> THE MAN FOR HER: - >> CLEAN LOVE IN COURTSHIP: 🌹🙏🌹

[snapsicle]

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

Shed a tear for those that died thinking the afterlife would be good to them

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

You say nihilism is depressing? No more so than thinking life is just a test

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

Wretched in life. Wretched in death.

Hell cares not for who you are or what you have done. You are punished regardless of race, gender, or creed. A saint is punished the same as a sinner, as both are the same. Can they not justify their sin? Can they not weep the same tears? Hell does not discriminate. Satan does not care.

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

Wretched in life. Wretched in death.

Hell cares not for who you are or what you have done. You are punished regardless of race, gender, or creed. A saint is punished the same as a sinner, as both are the same. Can they not justify their sin? Can they not weep the same tears? Hell does not discriminate. Satan does not care.

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

You say nihilism is depressing? No more so than thinking life is just a test

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

Shed a tear for those that died thinking the afterlife would be good to them

[gownegirl]

Skeet Ulrich as Billy Loomis in Scream (1996)

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

damien bit his lip sensually, sweat pouring down his face like a particularly violent river. it wasn’t every day he got this flustered, this passionate. it was out of the corner of his eye that he spotted the metallic sheen of the beautiful water carrier. the shine of the body made the handle stick out. and oh, how he wanted to handle it. to touch it’s chilly skin, to caress the shivering thighs. the antichrist wanted to fuck the bucket.

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

(got another follower!)

he walked across the dimly lit room, footsteps echoing across the now dangerous quiet. the only sound coming from his breathing and the hearts of bystanders. innocent of everything but being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

he was going to fuck that stupid bucket right in front of them if he had to.

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

(thanks, new follower!)

the people watched as the antichrist slowly stalked towards to the bucket, licking his lips. they could hardly believe this was how their evening was going. it was only when he started making out with the buckets cold metal surface that they decided to intervene

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

damien bit his lip sensually, sweat pouring down his face like a particularly violent river. it wasn’t every day he got this flustered, this passionate. it was out of the corner of his eye that he spotted the metallic sheen of the beautiful water carrier. the shine of the body made the handle stick out. and oh, how he wanted to handle it. to touch it’s chilly skin, to caress the shivering thighs. the antichrist wanted to fuck the bucket.

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

(got another follower!)

he walked across the dimly lit room, footsteps echoing across the now dangerous quiet. the only sound coming from his breathing and the hearts of bystanders. innocent of everything but being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

he was going to fuck that stupid bucket right in front of them if he had to.

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

DAMIEN!!! I WILL TAKE YOUR BUCKETS!!!

you take my buckets and i will take your soul

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

Why?...why more BUCKETS!!!

damien thought back to his first time making love to a bucket. the way a side of the large opening grated lightly upon his shaft, the coolness juxtaposing his heated, swollen flesh. it was only now that he realizes exactly how good he had it that night. for it was only then that he first understood who he was.

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

damien bit his lip sensually, sweat pouring down his face like a particularly violent river. it wasn’t every day he got this flustered, this passionate. it was out of the corner of his eye that he spotted the metallic sheen of the beautiful water carrier. the shine of the body made the handle stick out. and oh, how he wanted to handle it. to touch it’s chilly skin, to caress the shivering thighs. the antichrist wanted to fuck the bucket.

[sacrilegiousgoatbabe]

so if four more people wanted to follow me

that’d be great

[fsouth-park-is-imaginative]

he likes love songs as much as you love him and he has no idea that while his eyes are closed and he’s mouthing the words you’re just falling deeper in love with him.

and every goddamn word in that song has never been truer

[fsouth-park-is-imaginative]

Second person Clyde Quack Job fanfiction (nsfw)

Here you go guys. The first taste of my writing ™ . Tell me what you think

You’re just making out with him and you hear a faint “quack”. You break the kiss he looks mortified, frozen in horror over what you just heard.

“Oh hey what’s that boy~” you say sensually

He blushes and looks faintly towards his crotch, and then to the wall. “It’s-um…..” he blushed harder and trips over his words.

You run your hand lower down his pudgy tummy, savoring the warmth of the blood rushing under his skin. You then bring it to the place with the most blood-his big, throbbing duck.

You start to pet the head sensually, it quacks a little in pleasure. You take out a piece of bread and start feeding it the tasty morsels

He moans in pleasure. You stroke it harder. Its soft feathers and fluff rubbing against your hand as you pet it as hard as you can waiting for the sweet release.

Suddenly, it starts quacking faster. Harder. The moans of the man mingle with the chirps of the semi aquatic mammal in your hand. The sound of hand on feathers along with various sounds of pleasure fill the room. Suddenly, it stops.

It is over. The duck has gone to sleep again and Clyde looks at you sheepishly. “Th-thank you…” he says, embarrassed, humble, grateful.