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i kept thinking about this all week. i’m like i know i’m gonna be semi free this class and i’m gonna deep this, then i never was. or if i was, there’s always someone all up in my grill tryna look at my phone……anyways….today’s the day. i have deeped this once along with watching videos of men playing stingpong just to see what the dynamic is actually like and i had come to the conclusion that that is a body. five minutes of you doing that counts as a body. and those freaks said they do it for TWO HOURS.

TWO FUCKING HOURS!!!???!! til your backs are “mangled” and your shoulders hurt from “swinging so hard” ????

the nerve to just say they usually start with pingpong then their deviant asses can stomach probably five minutes of that before looking unto each other’s eyes and think “i want you to lift your shirt up and turn your bare back to me and let me hit you so hard you can’t stop screaming and your back’s stuck in a permanent arch and your skin is all red and irritated” ?????????

like what’s all that about???? why don’t you just get a room and fuck each other raw???? what happened to just that???

rating: E

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she’s out!!! hope you all enjoy :3

(also known as the holy grail smutfic)

I genuinely think he has this vile horny vibe to him when he is around Will and I think will always looks uncomfortable when he does shit like that. It’s one thing if it’s reciprocated, but Will Smith often looks very uncomfortable anytime he does shit like just touching him in general.

I personally think Will Smith is straight so for him to have to go through this is heartbreaking because I think he feels like he has to just endure the physical sexual touches Macklin disgustingly throws his way and he doesn’t. I genuinely hope Will Smith is ok and safe when he is around him alone because with the way this is looking, he could just be keeping quiet about it because he doesn’t wanna stir up drama in San Jose.

asky joins, you got this baby during a shoot out drill that misa almost fumbles, luca chirping baby almost didn’t have it eky and muhks when they were here, eky’s fond and sweet, aw baby’s falling asleep when they’re on an early morning flight and muhks swats at eky let the baby sleep, we need him good tonight cherny is sweet with it, cheeks as flushed as misa’s when he gets close, heads bumping and so good baby that has misa squirming a bit, grin too wide and cheeks cherry red

but it’s sam who uses it the most, baby come here, baby let’s go, baby don’t bother him, baby baby baby that devolves to babe, honey, sweetheart, sugar plum, honey bunches because misa went through a honey bunches of oats cereal phase, bug and bear and puppy—much to toff’s chagrin—get mixed in there somehow but the one that backfires on sam is kitty.

misa curled up in a sun spot on the floor of toff’s living room, stella quietly guarding him when sam spots him. the sunlight makes his expression softer, rounding out the sharp edges that are coming through.

sam takes a picture and sends it off to the knights group chat kitty’s all tuckered out and ignores the barrage of messages that range from there’s something seriously wrong with you to he’s so cute i’m gonna lock him down if you don’t

it slips out while they’re hanging out in the backyard of the wennbergs, misa chasing after the kids, joining in on them screaming until sam says kitty come and eat and misa bounds over, grinning widely at sam and takes his plate from sam’s hands.

toff lets out a groan, money exchanges hands between trouba and keifer, mason lets out a holler and sam ignores them all to look at misa; there’s a toddler on his lap, picking at misa’s plate as misa twirls pasta onto his fork.

he ruffles misa’s hair, his chest squeezing when misa pushes up into the touch, even if his attention is on the kid on his lap.

kitty sort of becomes sam’s thing for misa, the two syllables now solely meant for him. he reacts to it as if it’s his name, wide brown eyes that turn glassy when sam is above him, pressing into him, kitty whispered into the line of his neck, kitty, kitty, kitty as misa trembles underneath him, nails digging into his back, leaving behind long red scratches that has the locker room whistling at sam when he takes his shirt off.

Will getting to watch Mack be touched by his childhood friend who also just so happened to sign his ELC with the Sharks this year… buzzy. Mack’s enjoying himself.