oh my historian and her pet project

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oh my historian and her pet project
went digging for some good old technoblade screenshots. feel free to rb with your own, I couldn’t find many minecraft ones
ugh need to be bent over the nearest surface n fucked until im shaking n whining, incoherent sounds spilling from me while i'm pinned down, unable to even arch back into him.
feel the way they grind into me, stuffing me full with their hands bruising in my hips, feeling them pressed against my back, pinned down completely.
aughshsh fuuuuuuuuck yeah god just fuckin ruin me until im a whiney mess, melting all pliant under their hands.
Fading memory
based off a oneshot fic idea i have ^_^ jonah helps adam get high . unbeknownst to both of them , small doses of toxins dont work on alternates :p adam is straight edge af and is a little envious that jonah can just detach his mind whenever he wants to .
also i have been informed by my stoner friends that i drew the cig backwards IGNOREE LOL
also jonahs jacket is on the floor bc hes using it as an ash tray
5xl+ belly in a 4xl hoodie. so fucking close to 350
"My sweet boy."
"Hi, sunshine."
"Come here my love."
"Sit, darling."
"That's my pretty boy."
"Such a good boy."
"My perfect little angel, hmm?"
"Oh- look at you, baby."
"Yeah?"
"Attaboy."
"You're so cute."
So.. what if I slightly parted my lips and gave you puppy eyes from between your legs?