#yeah-

Sorry as I was saying- tumblr kept crashing every time I tried to post this-

ANYWAY- saw the prompt under one of Winter's posts about the kids and thought "yeah thats them" - whos saying what is up to interpretation

Shedletsky & Builderman designs by; @winterarts

Oh my sweet anon- let me start with saying I admire your faith and tenacity in thinking Charlie Reid would ever even consider wearing a condom.

But- let’s say he humors you. The first time he’s come over to your place you break the kiss for long enough that he fucking growls and tries to pull you back underneath him. But you need to dig into your bedside table for the basically untouched box of condoms. Trying to focus but he’s already dragging you back to the middle of the bed and you feel the attempt of him pushing against your core but-

“Condom,” you wave at him and he scoffs. Offended almost. He’s been hard for hours since he picked you up for dinner and you dragged it out. Purposefully. He’s leaking at this point and plans on fucking you into your mattress and making your neighbors hate you but- fine. Only you knew something was off as soon as he shoved himself inside you. It felt too- good? You could feel the forgotten latex dragging along the side of your walls- it broke. It absolutely fucking broke but you’ve been wet since this morning in anticipation of this. You’re not asking him to stop now.

“You feel so fucking good sweetheart,” he knew it broke. He didn’t care. You felt like a dream. Tight and wet- warm velvety walls sucking him in with each thrust. He’ll pull out. Promises himself that he’ll pull out- he tries to anyway. You sound so pretty- whining and tightening your thighs around him because you don’t want him to stop. “So fucking good- such a good girl for me.” He kept groaning and gritting out praise in your ear- biting at your neck and sucking marks along your collarbone.

“Don’t stop,” you barely managed to squeak out between his hard thrusts, “please Charlie- baby don’t stop.” The ripped condom was long forgotten- your hands pulled him deeper inside you, nails digging into his back and dragging down to his ass because you were so close and needed him to-

also, theres a bunch of doodles of other people's ocs- you guys are singlehandedly helping me re-figure out how to draw human faces ever since cedar messed things up (kidding i love him-), so thank you : D this may be the most people ive tagged at once though, so i may just hide after this-

alts will let you know whos oc is whos (plus theyll have lil stories as usual), but the ocs here belong to @urbn-saboteur, @smiuffzo, @xxfinneas and @elf-ishhh : D (this is not in order though- please check the alts-)

and now the Ngawang doodles!!!!! : D

I will be taking off anon for a bit. Not permanently, but just because I dont want to be dealing with this again. If the person decides to come back, then thats fine. They've got free will and balls :/

ToyBox Shamura- My love- My beloved- My favorite little plaything- My sad little worrybox, My little broken record-

WE FINALLY GET A GLIMPSE OF TOYBOX SOZO!! YIIPPEEEE-

It shouldn’t come to a surprise that Shamura has dreams of Sozo, but they can’t remember what he looks like. They only remember his touch- (Tb! Mura is VERY touch starved- They will melt at any touch they receive-)

They can hear his voice, see his body, feel his hands all over them.. but his face is always hidden. Always shattered, broken. Like theirs. They love him- but why-?