day ??? of trying to write that price x throat training but getting derailed by how soft he becomes :((
all crooning and outpouring petnames because more than anything, the fact that you're letting him use you is the biggest turn-on. it has him swelling under his sweats, chub filling up at every of your shy looks. it has him pinching your chin, thumb swiping over your mouth like he can't fathom how those pretty lips would be soon wrapped around his flesh.
christ.
"open up f'me, darlin'?" he asks, breaths turning ragged when you drop your jaw open, following his every quiet beckoning. he presses his thumb on the flat of your tongue, unable to hold himself back now that you've presented him the wetness that'd take all of him down.
and you would, wouldn't you? you'd swallow all of him, greedily and impatiently?
(of course, you would.)
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you know i was able to hold myself down quite calmly until you reminded me the website is updating, and now i'm struggling with myself
it feels like i put myself in a straight jacket of sorts. BWAH
(i say thing jokingly, BUT I AM THERE WITH YOU I FEEL PHYSICALLY ILL FROM THE EXCITEMENT IM JUST. AUGH) god save us all for when it drops
im so normal.... im so sane.... auahhhhhahh
we're going to collectively lose our absolute marbles ouagh. actual image of us all rn:
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There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds —
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Fishuary Day #05 - Triggerfish! I went with a Sargassum triggerfish because I liked their weird colorings and the bumpy dotted texture they have, I wasn't able to capture the distinct patterns of the dots like the real ones have. Very cool fish!
Thanks to @fish-daily for the prompts! 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
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challenging you to write some sweet and fluffy comfort for a whumpee who desperately needs it :)
tw angst, implied death
"I can never do anything to help!" Whumpee sobbed. "I– I'm useless, I'm always too late, or too weak, or– or too unequipped–"
Caretaker drew them into a hug, holding them together as they were about to fall apart completely. They didn't say a word, just let Whumpee cry into their shoulder for as long as they wanted. Their embrace never once loosened, and Whumpee never clung less desperately to the back of their shirt.
"That's not true," Caretaker whispered. "That's not true at all. If it were, I wouldn't be here. Friend wouldn't be here. Whumpee, you have saved so many of us."
"I've lost so many people. Too many. I can't even count. I can't– I can't even look in the mirror anymore."
Caretaker gently pushed them away, looking them in the eye. "Then look at me. I can tell you exactly what you look like. You look fucking exhausted, because you've been working your ass off for others. You can't save everyone, Whumpee. But you can sure as hell get some rest before we continue taking care of the ones you have."
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