#emo fucker

He’s fucking done and I love him

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Marc being pinned down by Sean, their chains and jewelry clanking together as Jack kisses him rough, hard, with purpose. Marc pulling at Sean’s hair, growling in the kiss, nearly knocking his glasses off as Sean lets his free hand roam under Marc’s button up and shirt. Scratching as he goes.

“You’re just a fucking poser, I’m the real fuckin’ deal.” Sean chuckles, seeing the anger in Marc’s eyes. Chasing that anger, wanting to see Marc explode like he always did.

“You’re a fucking nerd, I hate you so goddamn much.” Marc groans, lifting his knee, letting Sean rut against him. Smirking as Sean bites back a moan, the grip at his pinned wrist becoming tighter.

“Fucking whore, all you do is dress in black, listen to shitty music, and let anyone and everyone fuck you.” Sean kisses at Marc once more. Way too much teeth, growling, nearly biting at Marc hard enough to draw blood. Their kiss deepening as Sean grinds harder against Marc’s knee. The both of them already hard in their tight skinny jeans.

“Takes one to know one,” Marc arches his back off the wall. Sean pulling at his button up until it came apart. “just fucking do it. Stop being a fucking hardass, cunt.”

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Marc is still against the wall, pinned tight, as he takes his and Sean’s cock in his hand. Jerking them both off, his cock rubbing against Sean’s, pre cum spilling down his palm as he strokes. Watching Sean slowly lose himself, and yet, still keep that hateful gaze on him.

“So I’m a fucking whore?” Marc laughs, “yet here you are, fucking my hand, rubbing against my dick, nearly cumming all over yourself like a teenager at first base.” he smirks, his strokes picking up in pace, the two staring each other down.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sean bites at his lip. His chain around his neck dangling, biting back moans when he can. Marc never missing a beat, even as Sean bucks his hips up into his hand. “This is all you’re fucking good for, making people cum. It’s all your purpose is, you fucking whore.”

“Mmm, projection there much?” Mark twists his hand towards the end of his stroke, his sensitive head rubbing up against Sean’s. Finally breaking a moan from the other. Feeling his cock throb, practically jump, in his grip as he repeated his action. 

“You talk so fucking much. just...shut the fuck up...”

“Fucking make me.”

Sean doesn’t waste a second. Taking Marc into a deep kiss, tongue already deep in his mouth, swallowing up each groan and moan he gives. Hips bucking, slowly losing himself in their motions. How fucking dare Marc be so good at making him cum. How dare this...fucking poser wannabe be perfect at making him cum so hard he sees stars. 

And how dare he be an amazing kisser. Reacting in just the perfect way to his movements. Their open mouthed kiss filthy, lewd, downright pornographic. Each drawing moans from one another as they worked their bodies. Their cocks throbbing harder, Sean leaking more and more, already on the edge of their orgasm.

“You’re fucking lucky I didn’t kick your ass this time for even cornering me here.” Marc breathlessly laughs. His strokes growing faster, just barely on the edge. The scratches made by Sean before along his toned stomach and pecs throbbing in tune with his heart. 

“You never fucking do, douche.” is all Sean can moan, thrusting into Marc’s hand, using him to edge himself closer. Feeling his pleasure prick at his spine, shaking him to his core.

bless u, kitty!! i luv u!!

“So how’s the show business goin?” Marc, the newest ego of the group asks. A somewhat bored expression on his face as Dark fucks harsh into him. His body being rocked back and forth from his thrusts, a wince breaking his cool, cocky smirk ever so often as Dark growls. Humiliating, degrading, names flying right over his head.

“It’s going, I guess. I still gotta find a musical act for the end of the next episode to preform. It’s the season finale--” Bim winces, turning his head back. “Hostie, slow down, okay?”

Host nods, biting his lip as he slows on his thrusts. Still pounding away at Bim just as harsh as Dark was with Marc. A soft moaning breaking from Bim’s soft pink lips as he feels Host reach down to toy with his hard cock. His fingers running along the sensitive head,

“Oh! I know a dude who does some underground punk stuff, him and his band kick ass. I can give you a link to their stuff --” Marc pauses. Wilford grabbing hold of his hair. Nearly knocking his glasses off as his massive cock circles at his open mouth. A low giggle coming from the pink ego. “hold on, keep talking, I gotta take this.”

With that, Marc swallows down around the head of Wilford’s cock. The older ego above giving a much needed sigh of relief. His hips already moving as he gives Marc each inch of his throbbing cock. Marc’s plump pink lips heaven around him.

“Oh! That can work -- oh, gimmie a sec too.” Bim chuckles as his hand wraps around Google’s cock. pre cum seeping from the head, his strokes long and slow, looking up with a hint of mischief in his gaze as he works his cock, “fuck yeah, make sure you aim for my mouth this time when you cum.” he laughs. Google giving a low groan as he bucks his hips up in the warm tight heat of Bim’s hand.

“But yeah! That can work! We need a kickass punk act, so tired of our normal indie hipster artists, how about we talk about it more after this session, huh?” Bim laughs, kissing the head of Google’s cock.

im glad this blog is still THORST for eric uwu its cute,,,also sorry its being uploaded so late i got distracted by discord sfjksjdnfkjsdngk ~mod ghostie (also to avoid confusion, eboy ma/////rk will be using the name ‘Marc’ uwu)

tw // daddy kink 

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The dark bedroom they were in was good enough cover from the other egos running about downstairs. Black on black sheets, dimly lit with red string lights along the roof. Soft muffled music of some sort playing from Marc’s speakers -- it was the least he could do to help set the mood.

Marc could feel the ego under him squirm, each touch he runs up Eric’s heated skin only fuels his cockiness. Groaning as he kisses and bites at the sensitive spots along Eric’s neck, practically feeling on top of the world as the marks he leaves behind make Eric shudder and moan. 

“You vanillas are always so fuckin’ needy,” Marc breathlessly laughs. His fingers cold as he hooks them into Eric’s belt loops. Slowly helping the other shuffle out of his jeans and briefs, “it’s cute, I’m barely doing anything and you’re already hard. Do I get you that excited, huh?”

“M-Marc, I...P-Please...” Eric bit his lip, his arm reaching up to hide his teary eyes from the other. He could feel how flushed and hot his face was -- hell, he was sure even in the dark Marc could make out his deep red blush. See his hips bucking up for any contact, squirming about to...just be touched. 

Be pinned down and fucked. 

Be made into nothing but a toy for the other.

That was, until Marc reached up, pushing his arm away to stare straight into his eyes. His hands moving from his waist to his wrists. Pinning Eric down with ease, such a fragile little thing he is.

“Nope,” he laughs again, “I ain’t doing nothing until you tell Daddy what you want.”

Just like that, just a few words said in that deep commanding tone of Marc’s was enough. A soft pathetic whine breaking from Eric’s lips as he looks up through his skewed glasses. Pure arousal pumping through his body as he bucks up once more. Desperate for touch.

“I...I...w-want...” Eric arches up slowly. Marc’s chain around his neck clanking gently, suddenly over aware of how naked he was compared to Marc. His long sleeved shirt and black briefs still on, Eric...completely naked...

“Say for Daddy,” Marc encourages. God, it was so much fun to tease Eric. From his loud heartbeats to his whines, to his face red with embarrassment, Eric was and will always be his most favorite toy. “Be a good boy for Daddy, tell me what you want Daddy to do to you tonight...”

Another pathetic whine, a thrust of his hips as Marc let get of one wrist, trailing down his body, before gently taking hold of Eric’s smaller cock. Pumping gently, his smirk never leaving as Eric finally cracks.

“I w-want to be...u-used, and...roughed up...and pinned down...do w-whatever you want,just l-let me cum--!”

Soon, Eric is silenced. Marc kissing him deep, releasing his wrist to hold his chin in place. Open mouthed kisses, his tongue exploring Eric’s mouth with eagerness as he continues to slowly jerk him off. Hearing him practically beg to be fucked over was the icing on the cake.

“Good little toy, Daddy’s favorite fucktoy,” Marc breaks the kiss. Panting heavily as he moves back. The bed giving a soft creak with his movements, his eyes dark as he looks over Eric’s nude body. His hand pulling away from his leaking cock. A hungry dark look in his eyes as Eric gives in. 

“Let’s get started then...” Marc huffs. Licking his fingers clean of Eric’s precum.

Eric replies with a soft whimper. 

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Their foreplay was a complete contrast to now.

Eric’s left hand holds on tight to the black bed sheets under him, the other holding on to the black pillow behind his head. His glasses cloudy, just barely being able to see Marc above him.

Holding his legs back, keeping him nice and spread wide, fucking into him deep and fast. The chains around his neck clanking together with his efforts, his hips thrusting as fast as he could go. Biting his lip at the tight heat of Eric’s body.

God, was he amazing like this. Yelling out for more, yelling out for faster, his name practically a prayer on his lips as he called out for him over and over. His thighs trembling as he continued to fuck hard into Eric, practically using him as a toy and nothing more.

Each harsh thrust in made Eric cry out more. Pleasure building inside him, his body hot to the touch, his cock throbbing with each movement, dribbling precum along his stomach. All he can do is take it, eyes rolling back, arousal the only thing on his mind as he arches up.

“D-Daddy, more! Please, f-fuck, more!”

“Fuck yeah,” Marc growls, his grip tightening on Eric’s thighs, “Daddy’s good little fucktoy, gonna make you cum on my dick, don’t you like feeling me fuck you so fast,” he thrusts in, deep, hitting Eric’s sweet spot dead on, “and deep?” he thrusts back in, holding Eric tighter as he cries out. Head falling back into the pillow, arching up tight for a better angle.

“F-Feel so good, Daddy, feel so f-fucking good!” 

“I bet you do, such a pretty little toy like you needs to be pounded into,” Marc feels the adrenaline kicking in, his eyes half lidded, biting his lip, his hips never stopping their pace as his cock continues to fuck deep into Eric, “Daddy’s gonna make you’re screaming out his name for every-fucking-one to hear like the good little fucktoy I know you are, right, Eric?” he chuckles. God, Eric’s so tight around him, so hot, so fucking loud -- all for him to enjoy. 

“Yes! F-Fuck, yes, Daddy--!”

“Jerk yourself off for me, c’mon Eric, be a good boy for Daddy.”

Eric obeys without another second to spare, his hand reaching down to jerk his cock. Stroking himself fast, keeping himself arched up to feel Marc’s cock continue to hit his sweet spot over and over. Nothing filling the room except for their fast paced drawn out moans and begs for one another.

Finally happy, drooling as his mouth hangs open -- feeling his own orgasm soon approaching, to be used as nothing but a good little toy for Marc to use.

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“God damn it.”

“Hmm? What’s up?” Bim looks up from his phone, taking out an earbud. He and Host decided to use a spare meeting room to relax during a break from their usual meeting with the others.Not sure how much longer they could take Dark and Ed arguing over the ethics of baby selling.

Soon cringing as soon as he heard what Host was hearing. Seeming from above them -- where everyone’s separate rooms were. Loud moans, someone screaming someone’s name, ‘Daddy’ thrown in here and there. Bim’s pretty sure he heard someone yell “good little fucktoy”.

“...Is that the new guy? The erm, emo...edgelord...TikTok guy?”

“He looks over with an unspoken look, saying more about his disgust than words could. Yes, it’s Marc. Yet again deflowering another ego.” Host closes his book. 

“Yeesh, wasn’t he just with like, Wilford this morning and Bing at lunch? It’s barely fucking 4 o’clock!” 

“Host shudders. Marc has been here 2 days and has already made his way around the office twice. The horrors I have heard while he and the others make love...It’s what the younger generation would say, ‘yikes, sis.’”