Gem's rpf rule doesn't count for Skizzpulse because they know what they're doing and what theyre doing is butt stuff in the public restroom and Skizz is eating that fat man's ass UP like that shit is a chocolate cake bro and Skizz can't get enough he needs to stuff his ass with that fat man ride him like a cowboy on his last day alive okay? Suck him off like he's been stuck in the Sahara desert for 48 days and Impulse's cock is the fountain of youth okay?
Right before I woke up this morning I dreamt that skizz was beating up impulse while impulse was on his knees begging for it. I wonder what this could possibly mean
“Look at you…” Skizz’s breath ghosts over his neck and his stubble scratches the shell of his ear. His hands are working on his nipples and Impulse can see all of it. All of himself, in the mirror in front of him.The way his cock is leaking for attention. How he’s all dressed up in pink for his friend. He can see the mascara running down his cheeks. Skizz explicitly told him to not get waterproof mascara (do you know how much of a pain it is to find non-waterproof mascara these days? Seriously, does no one want to see tear stained cheeks anymore?)
His cock is trapped in a pink cage and he can see precum dribbling through the bars. It’s hot. Never in his life has he looked at himself and thought he was hot. But thanks to Skizz–thanks to his best friend, he can see it. Every inch of him was made to be looked at, he’s sure. The way he’s dusted with pink blush across nearly every surface and the way he can see sweat beading on his forehead, surely ruining his make up.
He can feel Skizz’s dick deep inside of him, unmoving but hard as a rock. He knows it gets Skizz going to see him like this, loving himself, enjoying himself. He should know, he can feel his cock throb after all.
“You want more, princess?” Skizz’s thumb and index finger tweak his nipples and Impulse gasps, rocking back into his touch. “I–I want whatever you give me…” Impulse whimpers despite wanting more. More touch, more pleasure, more praise, more Skizz.
“I know you’re lying, pretty girl. Go on, tell Daddy what you want.” One of his fingers tug on his collar, making the thick fog in his brain only grow thicker. “Want…want daddy…mm please..” Impulse’s hips shock up, seeking for attention.
“How do you want Daddy, baby?” The grin in his voice is audible. It’s predatory and wanting. “Want Daddy to fuck me…” Impulse chews on his lips, fingers fiddling with the hem of his skirt.
“Where, baby? Come on, I taught you better than this.” Skizz gives a gentle, encouraging love tap to his thigh.
Impulse pouts but reaches behind himself to show off his already filled out hole to Skizz. “In–In my pussy please, Daddy…”
“That’s a good girl.” Skizz growls before pinning him down, making the mascara drip further down his face, all for Impulse to see.
One, the art is gorgeous like omg
two, for a suggestion can i propose the idea of pet play s.kizz and i.mpulse? idk who would be which part but like
men be sexy
Thank youuu :) and you are so right, men do be sexy. Went with dog!skizz because aren't angels basically dogs?
Tags: smoking weed, shotgunning, mutual pining, college setting, RPF
Skizz breathes in deep, almost bathing in the smoke filling his dorm. “Didn’t know this would feel so good…” Impulse sighs next to him. He feels like a slab of stone on his bed. Unable to move and…heavy. Everything feels slow and sluggish. When he reaches to take the joint from Impulse it's like time moves in slow-motion.
“I almost don’t want to move anymore…” He hums, taking a long drag from their shared blunt. He lets his arms flop down and rest next to him.
“Careful.” Impulse mumbles, taking the ignited cigarette from his hand to make sure he doesn’t light his bed on fire. Smoking weed in their dorm room is one thing, but setting it ablaze is another.
Impulse huffs out another puff of smoke and sighs. "Y'know. There is another way to share this thing. Without having to move as much.” If passing a blunt to one another could be counted as moving much that is.
Skizz perks up a bit and lets his head fall to the side to look at Impulse. “What is it?” He hums. He feels so sleepy and yet so awake. He’s aware of everything except for his own body. He feels like he’s gonna pee. But probably not. He hopes so anyway.
Impulse drags his body up and - to Skizz’s surprise (and delight) - he straddles his lap.
“What’s this about Scotty?” He asks with a hint of smugness behind his tone. If his hands felt less heavy he’d hold the boy - the man on his lap right now. The guy who had been with him through everything is now on top of him and. And he’s leaning in. What’s happening.
“Don’t freak out. Open your mouth.” He commands as he’s taking another drag from the joint. As if Skizz could even freak out right now. He opens his mouth lazily, lets his eyes fall closed and waits. If this is gonna be their first kiss so be it, he will take anything. As long as it’s from Impulse.
Impulse leans in more and–just when he’s expecting lips on his own he feels a hot breath of smoke being blown into his mouth. Skizz’s eyes shoot open, coughing when he feels it go down his airway. “Fuck–man that scared me!” He leans up on his elbows and Impulse slides off of his lap. “Sorry.” Mumbles Impulse.
“Don’t–it’s fine. Just caught me off guard.” He coughs one last time before facing his friend again. Suddenly the dorm feels even more packed than before.
“What was that?” He asks innocently, tilting his head. Impulse shrugs. “Something called shot gunning or something. It looked cool.”
“Well, even though you almost killed me,” he chuckles at Impulse’s shocked face, “it was pretty awesome.”