#minors do not touch

[sleepingdeath-bboys]

indulging in impropriety ; 18+

pairing ; thomas thorne x female!reader

word count ; 3028

warnings ; porn with some plot, premarital sex acts (gasp!), handjob (male receiving), oral (female receiving)

read also on ; ao3 | wattpad

It was the height of winter when you’d first met, with your estate coated in a thick blanket of snow entirely unlike the usual weather of England — a still and undisturbed winter wonderland that provided a beautiful contrast to the comfortable warmth and endless movement that characterised the internal goings on of your family manor. Men and women of gentle breeding were mingling freely, sharing polite laughter over the rims of wine glasses and dancing with perfect poise about the ballroom as your staff busied themselves with serving your prestigious company.

A gala, entirely of your parents’ making, that provided them with the perfect opportunity to bump elbows with their contemporaries and show off their wealth and esteem through the sheer scope of the event. Their estate was spotless, full of life yet feeling entirely un-lived in; their staff were silent and effective, remaining seen yet unacknowledged and completely devoted to their duties, which they carried out without complaint or flaw; their clothing was of the highest quality, rich in look and feel, and reflecting of their influence and conformity of the expectations of your social status — and then there was you. The daughter they kept well educated and well groomed, perfectly obedient and quant as you stood at their side and entertained your guests with grace and humility; beautiful in voice and in form.

Though through all of the conversation and movement and light, you found yourself becoming so terribly overwhelmed and politely excused yourself to an adjacent hallway. A mild headache, you’d insisted, nothing that couldn’t be fixed with some fresh air and a moment or two to catch your breath (hopefully away from some of those suitors that were eyeing you up rather shamelessly from across the hall).

And it was in that hallway, away from the rest of the small world you’d known, that you came face to face with Thomas Thorne for the first time.

He was everything you could have hoped for in a suitor, even if you’d caught him terribly off guard: perfectly polite and gentlemanly to a fault, greeting you with a kiss to the back of your hand with a quiet apology on the tip of his tongue; passionate about his craft irrespective of how he was perceived, having been reciting some sonnets beneath his breath and scribbling away on a piece of parchment when you made your presence known; beautiful of soul and body, with curls the colour of oak wood upon his head and eyes so wide and dark that you felt yourself getting lost in them. Wonderful, intelligent, polite and thankfully not betrothed to anyone else.

The perfect man of your era; and the man you then proceeded to court in relative secrecy over the next few months until your families could meet for a formal discussion of your potential union. A meeting you both eagerly awaited.

————

As you exited the carriage alongside your parents, you tried desperately to soothe your nerves, smoothing out the few creases of your dress — happy to be finally getting the opportunity to court and woo him publicly but afraid of any protests your family could raise against him. Though, thankfully, you just about managed to regain your composure and, with the words of his last letter still ringing clearly in your mind, you quietly followed your parents into the Thorne estate.

The meeting itself was terribly plain and unexciting, filled with very drawling discussions of finances, employment and intentions — of children and heirs that you could see the idea of had sent your love into a veritable rabbit hole of thought (at least if the flushing of his cheeks was anything to go off of). Though it seemed the only relevant parties in the conversation were your parents and Thomas, so your mind was free to wander so long as you kept up that polite, smiling facade and nodded at suitable intervals — a skill you'd honed since childhood.

And lord did your mind wander, diving into some more inappropriate ideas that tended to torment you whenever you were around your love. Thoughts of doing the most crass acts that you'd heard of in whispers from married friends and even from some of your more trusted staff members — most often the maids that you'd entrusted with delivering and carrying the letters you and Thomas tended to exchange. Acts that had you pressing your thighs together beneath your thick skirts and digging your nails into your palms to ground you back into the moment.

Not that these attempts were particularly successful, however, as having him so close by whilst being entirely untouchable was too much for your mind to handle and you began to internally indulge in those fantasies — taking full advantage of your company’s obliviousness towards you in the process.

————

You allowed yourself to imagine what it would feel like to have him so completely (so intimately). What his hands would feel like as they explored you, explored your body. for the first time, how gently and curiously they’d map out every spare millimetre of skin as it was exposed to him — tracing a feather light touch from your jawline to your ankles, stopping only where you needed him most. What his lips would feel like when they pressed against the column of your throat and slowly, methodically, made their way lower; how they’d suckle and massage the soft curve of your breasts and kiss a path down from your sternum (grinning against you as he felt the hummingbird rhythm of your heart beneath his lips) to the soaking apex of your thighs. What he’d feel like when he was inside you, and how you’d take any form of him in his entirety over not having him at all: tongue, fingers or sex.

Anything, everything, of his you’d gladly take — adore, worship. And you were certain he’d do the same.

Would he compose poetry against you? Turn you into yet another medium to spread his art; mouthing sonnets into the flesh of your stomach and thighs, tracing intricate letterings with his fingertips along your hips and sides, and tracing the tip of his tongue along your most sensitive parts to coax music of your own creation from your lips. Would he turn you into a performance, an orchestra, a passionate play?

You hoped he would. God, how you hoped.

He was the muse of your most private thoughts, the moments that transpired only in the dark solitude of your quarters where you allowed your hands to stray sinfully between your legs and his name spilled so freely from your lips like a mantra, a prayer. Your divine adoration, your Eros and Apollo in equal measure; skilfully igniting such passion in the same breath that he conjured artful phrases from nothing.

A poet in the truest form and you couldn’t wait any longer to have him in his entirely (and from the heated nature of your last correspondence, you knew he felt much the same way).

So the moment that Thomas offered his arm to you in order to give you a proper tour of the estate, you all but leapt at the opportunity to get a moment or two alone — politely bidding your parents farewell and walking with him through the well-decorated hallways of his home.

————

“… and this is the dining room,” Thomas gestured broadly to your surroundings before placing his hand back over your own, “we only really make use of it when we have company, I prefer to dine where I work and mother tends to take her meals outdoors whenever she can,”

“That hardly surprises me,” you jested, leaning your head against his shoulder as you made a most useful observation, “though you don’t seem to have many members of staff, my dear; unless they’re just in hiding?”

“Hm?” He turned to look at you quizzically for a beat before continuing. “I suppose not. There has only been the two of us for the longest time and we very rarely host any guests, so I suppose that I never really considered such a thing.”

You nodded at that and, after taking a very cursory look along either end of the hallway, all but dragged Thomas into the empty room and closed the door behind you — shoving him back against it in a single smooth movement that left him rather shocked to say the least.

“Darling I have something I must confess,” you began, pressing your hands against his chest gently but firmly as you scanned his features for any sign of discomfort or hesitance, “your last letter has… haunted me; leaving me with so many thoughts,” you inhaled sharply and leaned in close to whisper the next bit into his ear, cautious of being caught in such a compromising position even still, “inappropriate thoughts of you, of the two of us. And I fear that I am no longer able to fight them,”

You heard him take in a sharp breath and as you pulled back you could see his cheeks and the tips of his ears had gone a deep shade of scarlet from your words. Though, whilst he did avert his eyes somewhat, what he said only spurred you on to take what it was you so dearly wanted — no, needed.

“My apologies, my love, I hadn’t intended to leave you so deeply affected in our time apart,” another shuddering intake of breath, “though as your betrothed it is my responsibility to take care of you, protect you, so I beg of you to let me know what it is that would soothe your pains.”

“My pains?” You laughed quietly in spite of yourself, hands trembling as you reached up to caress the side of his burning face. “My dear the only thing I long for is to have you — but I know not how to have you without besmirching your reputation or risking our engagement.” Then, with a start and a sudden epiphany, you continued, “Lest we act without any true consummation?”

“And how do you propose we do that?” Thomas asked, voice a higher pitch than you’d ever heard from him as he fought through his flustered demeanour to meet your eager gaze, wide pupils giving away his own want as clear as day.

“I have heard a few things from some married friends of mine and would be happy to partake, if you’d allow it?���

And the nod that he gave was all the encouragement you needed as you quickly pressed your lips against his in a long-anticipated and passionate kiss — hands coming up to tangle in his soft, curly hair whilst his found an unsure purchase on your waist.

————

Not breaking the kiss, you reached between you both with one hand and began to fumble with the buttons of his breeches for a few moments before you finally managed to pull them open and reach what you were aiming for. The moment your fingertips grazed the base and length of his dick, Thomas moaned against your lips and bucked into your touch, his grip on your waist momentarily tightening before he caught himself and began to massage your sides with his thumbs in a wordless apology.

But that muffled moan was nothing compared to the litany of verifiably lewd sounds that escaped him when you pulled him from his clothing and began to shyly jerk him off. Every pump of your wrist, every squeeze of the root, every time you massaged the leaking head with your thumb, every long movement coaxed another beautiful sound from his soft lips that you greedily swallowed as you kept him upright against the dining room door. And, for your part, every sigh and moan and groan only spurred you on further — building your confidence as you began to get faster and more consistent with your strokes, settling into a rhythm that suited you both.

It didn’t take long for him to start outright fucking your fist due to his over sensitivity and inexperience, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you rode the high of being in such a dominant position over your future husband. Of being the first and only person to draw such noises from his throat, to see him in such a disheveled state.

And, a few moments later, the first to see him cum as he spilled his seed into your hand with a particularly vulgar moan that sounded vaguely like your name as it reverberated through your body — moving from your lips to heat your blood before settling in your very bones as a desire that burned your every nerve. Though, kind as you were, you continued to gently pump along his throbbing cock to help him prolong his climax (mentally thanking your dear maid for passing on such a trick to you a few weeks prior).

Then, once he seemed to have calmed down, you pulled away just enough to place a few chaste kisses on his nose and lips before reaching for his handkerchief and using that to clean your hand and wrist. Thomas, meanwhile, was full of apologies and praise as he held you close and rested his forehead against your own; all “that was amazing, my love”s and “you are a most wonderful temptress”s in a breathy voice as he regained his composure.

At which point he was rather determined to return the favour and insisted on you sitting down on a nearby chair as he hastily redressed and knelt down between your open legs — unsure of what exactly he was to do but trusting you to guide him and wanting nothing more than to please you (as was the duty of a (future) husband).

————

After taking a moment to tug your undergarments down your legs and carefully setting them aside, Thomas took a deep breath and moved your legs to have them resting over his shoulders. Being confronted with the sight of your dropping sex seemed to leave the poor man breathless, though, as all you could feel were his hands massaging your thighs and he tentatively stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe along your slit — from your clit to your entrance with such gentleness that you could barely feel his presence.

Though the moment you let out a sharp gasp and dug your fingers in his hair, he seemed to regain his resolve and swiftly began eating you out with an endearing messiness that had you grinding against his face and tongue. He alternated between drawing figure eights on your clit and plunging his tongue into you (following the stuttered instructions you’d passed on to him just moments before), all the while moaning and groaning into you. He’d also occasionally break away to offer the lewdest of praise that had your head spinning and your skin burning with a mixture of desire and bashfulness, biting down on your lower lip to stifle the moans and whines that threatened to escape you.

My Aphrodite. My Venus. My Galatea. My Andromeda. My goddess reborn; all beauties of the past and of myth could only pale in comparison to your light, your smile, your eyes. He’d insisted with such passion as he devoured you whole, his movements and touch so entirely unrefined and unsophisticated that he was more animal than man as he feared between your legs — savouring your flavour like a rich wine yet at the same time gorging himself like a starved beggar at the king’s feast.

A poetic contradiction so entirely Thomas that you began losing yourself in his praise, his touch; throwing your head back in ecstasy and slamming your hands over your mouth to silence yourself as yet another wave of pleasure wracked your body. Though still, Thomas continued to ruin you and built you back up from the rubble; ravish and worship you like a deity whilst tongue-fucking you like a common whore; whispering the sweetest of praises with the same tongue that was buried deep in your aching, throbbing cunt. Uncaring of being caught in the moment, uncaring of anything that wasn’t you: your body, your voice, your flavour and your pleasure.

But only did you truly lose yourself to the cascade of pleasure when he began to make use of one of his hands; latching onto your clit with his lips whilst plunging two fingers into your soaking wet pussy. Only then did the endless waves of hedonistic need start to overwhelm you, drag you under and drown you as you came with a start; drenching his mouth and wrist with your essence as he greedily drank everything you gave him — continuing to pleasure you through your climax.

Yet still with blurred vision, heaving lungs and bitten raw lips you could just about make out the continual praise he was sending your way. His words, as always, poetic and his tone low and sensual as he composed poetry against your sex — moaning and groaning each time you bucked into his face as if he were the one in the throes of nirvana in your place. As if he were the one who’s mind was wrought with a barrage of thoughts of him and him alone: touch, body, voice and especially that wonderful mouth that turned you into a living art piece for his praise and devotion. An alter to yourself.

After all was done, you couldn’t help but crave him even more as you gradually came down from your high and looked down at him as he knelt obediently between your parted thighs. The dishevelment of his soft hair, his blown-wide pupils that were positively brimming with love and lust, the way he eagerly licked his fingers clean of your juices when he finally removed them from your spent core. He was so effortlessly erotic in everything he did; making beauty look far easier than it ought to.

And for a few moments you allowed yourself to bask in the afterglow of intimacy, temporarily forgetting the positive impropriety of what you’d done, and thanked every deity you knew of that you’d be able to spend your life with Thomas Thorne — as, after all, you couldn’t imagine being like this with anyone but him.

#sleepingdeath #smut one shot #smut #bbc ghosts smut #thomas thorne smut #thomas thorne one shot #thomas thorne x reader #female reader #not sfw death #18+ account #minors dni #minors do not touch

[asterwild]

getting back into a bit of watercolor

#in in alt #+ some minor digital touch-ups #ink pens are not forgiving wrt to shaky hands </3 #but the worst thing about watercolor hands down is scanning or photographing it and all the color correcting after #that said though i had fun and i do like the texture on the seal! #i'll try to to video the process of some upcoming paintings #seal #animals #watercolor #traditional art

[phantom-z0ne]

Serendipity

"Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was.” Alternatively, Billy feeds a stray and ends up with a roommate.

WC: 1215

Serendipity (n): the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

──── ∘°❉°∘ ────

Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was. Granted, the train car wasn't in the most hidden place ever, but he had made sure to ward it against most creatures. The ward would have made one unable to see the train, and if they somehow saw it anyways, they would have been turned around. He usually was pinged if anything passed his wards, which was why he was so blindsided to see something moving around in his train car. It seemed that this one had slipped through his protections. 

The creature was strange and almost hard to look at directly. Its blinding white hair moved independent from the wind and twined around its long, pointed, mint colored ears. It was also small, small enough that Billy thought it could comfortably fit into his cupped hands, and wearing some sort of skin tight suit, black with a stripe of silver along its torso. Or what appeared to be its torso, Billy couldn't really tell when its lower body faded into a long tail.

From his perspective, it seemed to be rummaging through where he usually hides his food, showing slivers of its white paws. Did it pass through the barriers he set because it was hungry? 

Billy approached the creature quietly, making sure not to get too close, he wouldn't want to startle it. His efforts were in vain though as the creature snapped its head towards him. It's glowing eyes like headlights, as if staring into Billy’s soul. The green in its eyes swirling hypnotically as the creature bristled at his presence. 

Billy watched, amused but vigilant, as the creature puffed up like a cat. Even going so far as to swat a couple times in his direction. So far, it was quite harmless, but the buzzing in the back of his head that he usually equated to Solomon told him to be careful.

Billy slowly dropped to his knees, mindful of the creature's reaction, and shifted his bag to his front. He shuffled through his bag and brought out the small piece of jerky he was saving for later, sliding it slowly towards the creature.

The creature tilted its head, staring at the jerky suspiciously before taking a few steps to paw at it. It apparently passed its test as it devoured the jerky surprisingly fast for its small size. While it seemed to be starving, thankfully it didn't reflect onto its body. It wasn't gaunt or thin, but actually quite plump. Perhaps it just didn't eat for a day or two? 

Billy took a small step forward, then a few more when he realized the creature was focused on eating. “So,” He began softly, the creature startling as if it was just realizing he was so close. “What are you doing here, little guy?”

It stared at him silently before once again tilting its head. It was cute, Billy realized. The chubby cheeks and button nose paired with big, shiny eyes made it endearing to look at. His expression melted slightly as he took a closer look at the creature.

The creature's ear flicked as it padded up to him, paws on Billy’s knees. It let out an unintelligible sound, layered and harsh to Billy's ear, yet somehow melodious. Billy blinked, not expecting that noise. The creature looked at him almost expectantly, eyes shining brightly.

Billy hesitantly brought his knuckles closer to the creature, feeling its cold nose as it sniffed him. It was clearly unimpressed and trilled for more food. Billy chuckled under his breath as he brought another piece of jerky to the needy creature. It gobbled it up swiftly, looking up at him and once again begging for more, its eyes almost sparkling.

Billy folded under the cuteness overload and retrieved a sandwich from his bag, splitting it in half. He was worried that it would eat more than it could handle if he kept feeding it. He knew very well what that felt like.

The creature blinked at him, once, twice, before giving him a small, pleasant trill and headbutted his fingers. Billy cautiously set his hand over its silky hair? Fur? All he knew was that it felt divine, though not in the godly way. 

“What are you?” Billy asked as he wove his fingers through its hair, genuinely curious on what species the creature was. He had inputted a lot of creatures in his ward but he had no clue what this one was. The tingling at the back of his head spoke otherwise, Solomon knowing very well what it was. He could transform and ask Solomon, since he couldn't really speak to him unless he was Captain Marvel, but that would just scare the creature.

It gave him a look before resuming its lunch, finishing it in record time. Apparently, it deigned him worthy of its presence on his lap as it kneaded his legs then curled up onto them. The purring surprised him, pausing when the creature gave him an impatient look when he halted his ministrations on its hair.

He resumed, of course. Why wouldn't he? It was a nice reprieve from fighting villains as Captain Marvel and watching out for himself when he was on the streets. It was just a quiet moment between him and the strange creature that broke into his home. 

…He hadn't realized how lonely he was before this. 

He had friends, of course. Freddy, Tawky Tawny, and the Justice League. But… this just wasn't the same. As good as a friend Freddy was, he doubted that he would be willing to just sit and enjoy each other's company silently. Freddy was a huge superhero fan and couldn't help but talk about them in excitement. Not to mention his analyses on Billy’s techniques as Captain Marvel.

The Justice League wasn't any better. They had a professional relationship, thinking of him more as a coworker than a friend. The times he tried to deepen their friendship by inviting them out, he was unfortunately turned down. It seemed that they got along better when they were in battle than not.

Billy usually went to Tawky Tawny for advice, but Tawky Tawny never turned down the opportunity to just spend time in the other’s company. Unfortunately, those times were far and few between, usually because Tawky Tawny was traveling or busy with something else. 

With this creature— he’d have to name it eventually, Billy thought absently—all that was expected of him was companionship, nothing more.

Billy felt a cool paw pat his face, the creature looking up at him concerned. His eyes widened before he let out a huff, ruffling its hair. The creature let out a disgruntled chuff and phased through his hands then batted at them, settling down once more on his lap once it was done. 

It hadn't been with him long, all he had done was give it some food, and it was already trying to comfort him. Admittedly, it wasn't the best comfort, it stopped once he focused on it, but it wasn't something he expected from a creature he met not an hour ago.

Billy smiled, eyes soft. Perhaps it could stay, if only for a while.

──── ∘°❉°∘ ────

Whipped this up in a couple hours while trying to get out of my funk 

Thanks for reading!!

──── ∘°❉°∘ ────

Ao3

#Danny: DO NOT TOUCH ME #Also Danny: I've only had Billy for ten minutes #but if anything happened to him #I would kill everyone in this room and then myself #Why is danny in LBM form? #who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #Billy feels super weird to Danny #Lingering dead wizard + magic + gods = confused senses #baby empath Billy!! #its why hes so certain about danny's emotions #unreliable narrator billy #ghosts can purr :) #cat!LBM #tfw the creature that broke into your home to steal your food becomes family #dpxdc #billy batson #danny fenton #captain marvel #fluff #minor angst #minor hurt/comfort #had a cat visit my house recently #so thats why lbm turned out like that #little baby man #finally living up to my username #serendipity #wip: LBM commits b&e and billy batson gains a friend

[skypiea]

subway Boss Ingo lookin kinda rough these days 🤔

#Pokémon #submas #sorry I’m making everyone look at my guy I’m just proud it worked <3 #think I wanna clean up his sprite sheet a touch now that I’ve seen it in action but he WORKS #also gonna do minor edits to his overworld sprite #romhacking memoirs

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I've always felt that it'd be Killua who initiates the first hug we see between him and Gon

#i have my reasons for this #i feel like i'm in the minority though... i know gon is honest and much more emotionally expressive #but he's not actually more tactile than killua #i... i actually do think that it's killua who initiates much of the contact between them (fistbumps and poking and hand on shoulder) #if i'm not mistaken anyways #and he's very tactile with alluka and nanika (carrying + hugs + handholding) #granted that's his sister(s) but still. killua is far from touch averse - his getting embarrassed is a cute trait to be sure #but i do think he'll get a bit better at accepting that kind of thing once he's had some time with alluka and nanika #a lot of that does come after all from his feelings of unworthiness - and now that his sisters need open affection after so long being alon #he's going to have to gain at least some comfort with giving and receiving love #gon and mito go for hugs either at the same time or mito initiates. gon hugs leorio in the scene right after he's revived #but idk idk i just feel like he won't be the first to initiate a hug with killua especially since i suspect he still feels quite guilty #i think it would show growth on both their parts. not to mention it'd be very sweet to have gon a bit blindsided + happily surprised #as he's the one typically honest and forthright with appreciation and compliments while killua is. not. lmao #i think he should receive a nice hug from his best friend. and then i think they would both know it's gonna be ok. :') #storyrambles #hunter x hunter #hxh #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #this is so sappy. what's wrong with me. this is what they do to me.

[paladinbaby]

[Image Description: A commission sheet on a pale blue background made up of three images. The first is labelled "full body" in block caps written in the top left and has three examples of full body illustrations The second image says "Moving Sale" in slightly more decorative lettering with hearts around it. Underneath "All commissions £50". The third image says "tarot card" in block caps in the bottom right corner with three examples of tarot card illustrations above, inline with the images in the first image. End ID.]

I’m moving countries this year and that process is simply so expensive so while i do some initial bits im running a moving sale! for the time being either commission style is only £50

moving sale commissions available here <33

#commission #art commisions #commision info #taking commisions #commision sheet #personal #minor disclaimer extra characters are still a little extra but also reduced from normal #*extra characters and animals #i also would love to do commisions that don’t fit into these two categories which likely wouldn’t be included in the sale #but if you have an idea for something else please do get in touch #my art

[radicalcatlady]

Feel free to specify in the tags!

Edit: It doesn't really matter if it's a Bachelor or something else. Just wanna know what type of degree program you take/took. I should've phrased it differently :')

#I'm studying political science which is Bachelor of Arts #also minoring in slavic studies... I'll have my first Czech lesson next week!! #radblr polls #radfems do interact #radfems do touch #radblr #radfem safe

[sleepingdeath-bboys]

for all the world to see ; 18+

pairing ; ariel conroy x female!reader

word count ; 2555

warnings ; ariel gives the reader a lot of hickeys, jealous/possessive!ariel, public sex, orgasm denial, choking, mild degradation, porn with very minimal plot

note ; not really that confident in my portrayal of ariel’s character here, so will probably rewrite this at some point. but i really wanted to put something out for now and this was the quickest idea for me to write between uni assignments.

read also on ; ao3 | wattpad

Ariel Conroy is a jealous, jealous man — which, in saying as such, is an observation equally as shocking as the idea of finding a fork in one’s kitchen. It’s in his nature to be that way; a trait woven so tightly into his very being — his very soul — that you’d struggle to find the point where the desperate possessiveness ends and Ariel himself begins, the two being as close and interchangeable as two concepts can be.

A fork is always going to be found in the kitchen (at least so long as the sensible have a say in the matter) and your boyfriend was always going to have something of a jealous streak. It’s natural, expected (comfortable, even) to have such certainties in one’s life so why complain about things that cannot — or will not — be changed? It’s a waste of energy and nothing more.

Though there were moments when things could get somewhat out of hand — chaotic, even — and even more so than one could expect whilst travelling with a notorious and actively wanted cyberterrorist. Moments where you found yourself wishing that you’d chosen a partner that could at least wait until you were somewhere private to address his grievances.

Moments such as this; where the consequence wasn’t as much of a concern as the location, and you’re forced to try and talk down your dear partner whilst actively losing the capacity to form much of anything coherent beyond sparse babbling of his name and pleas in tones you didn’t even know you could produce.

————

The moment you were just barely out of sight, Ariel shoved you back against the nearest wall and began to make his way down from your jawline to your collarbone. Every new inch of skin he found was met with a nip and suckle, his bites harsh enough to leave a mark but not deep enough to draw blood, before he soothed them briefly with a kiss and moved on. It almost seemed to be a game for him, the holding you in place and marking every visible millimetre of skin he could find as you whimpered out protests neither of you believed.

Though even through this darker, possessive bout of Ariel’s, his overwhelming love for you was apparent; appearing in, admittedly rather short, bursts — smiling when you giggled as his soft hair tickled you and pressing a passionate kiss to your pulse when he felt it thrumming beneath his lips. Oases of gentleness that were soon overshadowed by the almost animalistic nature of his next movements.

By the way his two strong hands caught the neatly buttoned edges of your blouse, fiddling the buttons for a matter of seconds before juggling against your throat and just tearing it apart instead. His hands then found purchase on your breasts, groping and massaging them for several moments through the fabric of your bra before tiring of that too and pushing it up and over your chest, giving him further access to what he craved.

Ariel took your breasts into his hands and started to tease you once again, paying particular attention to your nipples in order to coax as many lewd sounds from your lips as possible. He’d roll, tweak and pull at them as they hardened in his hands, not stopping even as you arched your chest into him nor as you began to whine and whimper from how sensitive you were becoming.

No. He only stopped when he grew bored of simple teasing and started to crave the feel of your cunt — the inviting wetness that greeted him whenever he bent you over and took you at home. The delightful sounds that only he got the privilege of hearing from you; that were sure to let anyone else know that you belonged to him and him alone.

So, with that thought in mind, he found himself smirking against the edge of your collarbone as he pulled away from your chest — offering you a very brief reprieve from his all encompassing, overstimulating possessiveness.

Then, with all the finesse of a wild animal, he reached down and forced your jeans and panties down to your knees — almost tearing them with the ferocity of his movements — before harshly shoving two of those sinfully long fingers into your waiting pussy. His movements, his pace, were rough and fast as they always tended to be, but they nonetheless had you keening and throwing your head back so harshly that you knocked yourself against the wall behind you, a quick burst of pain that was soon overwhelmed by the pleasure your boyfriend was so freely providing.

The pleasure he eagerly gave as he alternated between sloppily fingering your slick cunt and rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit, all the while murmuring (almost growling) about how you — your body, your pleasure, your everything — belongs to him.

"This soaking wet pussy belongs to me,"

"My girl,"

"Only I get to touch you like this,"

Mine, mine, mine. All his, always, and you weren't exactly in the state of mind to correct him — nor did you truthfully want to. Not when he felt so fucking incredible.

Every thrust and crook and scissor of those damn fingers brought you closer to your climax, each movement another step towards the edge that he so often had you teetering over when he got in these moods. Your vision was now starting to blur and your grip on his shoulders was strong enough that you were shocked you hadn't torn through the flimsy material of his jacket and shirt — though your mind was racing far beyond such concerns.

No, instead your thoughts all centred around him: his stupidly talented fingers and his ridiculously soft lips that continued to mark their way up and down your throat as you trembled and keened in his shockingly strong grip. Every thrust you found yourself matching, bucking upwards and grinding into his palm as you eagerly sought out the relief of your orgasm, mind fogging and lips parting as you let out a string of barely coherent praise and blasphemy, each word broken up by the moans and pants and sighs and groans that Ariel continued to pull from you with his well practised ministrations about your sex and clit.

He was playing you like an instrument, fingering and circling and pulling away to pace himself just right to get exactly what he craved from you — exactly what he needed to validate and appease his jealousy. And, though you'd normally have tried to hold back, in that moment you couldn't help but to give him the satisfaction, the upper hand, as he worked you like fine clay beneath the hand of a talented sculptor; building you up on his terms only to bring you out of your stupor a few moments later — pausing your thoughts just shy of your peak.

————

"Getting close there, babe?" He cooed against your collarbone, punctuating his question by crooking his fingers inside your tight cunt. When all you could do was moan, Ariel tutted and pulled away completely, mock pouting when you whined and tilting his head as he looked at you with a mix of pity and disapproval. "Without my permission?"

"N-No, Ariel," you barely managed, bucking into his hand that was just millimetres away from your needy sex, "never, promise!"

Your desperation coaxed a short bout of laughter from your boyfriend as he shook his head and brought those two fingers up to your lips, motioning for you to open your mouth as he did so. And only when you started to suck and lick those delightfully long digits clean did he continue.

"You promise? Babe, I know your body better than you do because you belong to me. I know what you look like, what you feel like, when you're close and that," he slowly pulled his fingers from your mouth, "was it. Did you really think you could lie to me about that?"

Seeing you get flustered and unsure of how to respond, Ariel chuckled and leaned back a beat and offered a small and merciful compromise that you were all too eager to take.

“You know what, I’m feeling really nice today,” Ariel began, feigning thought for a few seconds before continuing, “so if you tell me who you belong to, then I’ll let you cum. How does that sound?”

And that was all it took for you to call out his name, your voice loud enough to startle even you and thick with need — repeating the syllables of his name over and over again like something of a prayer (and contributing to his rapidly ballooning ego in the process).

————

That seemed to be just enough to sate him as he smirked and praised you for being such a good girl before roughly gripping your hips and forcing you to turn around and brace yourself against the wall with your bare hands. Then, with no hesitation, he swiftly unbuckled his belt and freed his throbbing cock from its restraints, pumping it a few times before sharply thrusting forwards and bottoming out inside your waiting pussy with a single thrust.

Giving you barely any time to adjust, and seemingly not able to restrain himself for any longer, Ariel immediately began moving, moaning and groaning at the way your gushing sex greedily swallowed his dick with each thrust. He moved slowly at first, taking the time to admire the sight of you taking his thick length from root to tip as you whorishly moaned and whimpered at the sensation of being so painfully full with each and every movement — your voices soon overshadowed by the lewd, slick sound of him fucking your eager, dripping hole.

Then, once he grew tired of this leisurely pace, he began to speed up, both hands harshly grasping your waist as he roughly pounded into you — taking you with all the harshness and passion you’d come to appreciate from him. You could feel the tip of his cock colliding with your g-spot over and over again as he continued to abuse your sensitive pussy, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain as the mixture of pain and pleasure continued to fog your mind, leaving you only with your desire for Ariel. For everything you knew he could — and would — give you and more even still.

An addiction to him: his body, his voice, his cock. An addiction you’d never want to be rid of, riding the high of his possessiveness and passion for as long as he’d have you.

Completely and utterly his; exactly which he wanted.

Your running commentary on how fucking amazing he felt (which you didn’t even realise was being spoken beyond your own thoughts) was only given pause when Ariel reached up and wrapped a hand around your throat. With thumb on your thrumming pulse and those fingers crossing over your windpipe, you were completely at his mercy — and it made everything that much more exciting, more dangerous, more vulnerable.

With every squeeze of his hand you grew more lightheaded, your mind grew fuzzier, and you could feel yourself quickly approaching your climax. Everything was so much brighter, more sensitive — you’d never felt more alive as you did when your life was entirely in his hands, and he knew it. Loved it. Abused it.

He knew that you were close, could feel your cunt spasming and tightening around his dick — getting tighter, tighter, wetter and wetter as he struggled to keep up his quick pace, faltering slightly in the face of his own peak. Yet still he focused on you, leaning in close enough that you could feel his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice low and authoritative as he talked you through your end with pure sex and filth on the tip of his tongue — and two fingers reaching around your waist to circle your clit as you came.

Though you could hardly make out much through the sheer intensity and disorientation of your climax as you soaked his cock, fingers and your panties beneath you.

“That’s it, good girl,”

“That’s it babe, let it all go,”

“You can trust me,”

“Let me feel you cum, pretty girl,”

“You’re so fucking tight, babe,”

“God you sound so hot,”

You couldn’t help but throw your head back and cry out for him as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over you, drowned you, suffocated you as you leaned back against — collapsed into — Ariel. Your jealous lover, your sturdy lifeline, your constant that kept you grounded and standing as your bones turned to liquid beneath your skin and your heart morphed into a mad hummingbird in your chest. Even as your vision grew white with the intensity of climax and your lungs burned from crying out his name and praise without pause, you still sought him out — grasping behind you to cling to his shirt and revelling in the warmth that came as he filled you with his own release.

Revelling in the feeling of being so completely full of him, his adoration his possession, that you couldn’t help but keep loving in tandem with him as you rocked your way through your combined ends together. Lost in a world of your own making where nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, beyond your pleasure and one another — alone together and overstimulated yet unwilling to part. Not yet.

————

For a short while, the two of you stayed like that; joint at the centre with him filling you entirely, the remnants of your union slowly oozing out of the seam between your aching cunt and his softening cock. The only sounds between you were your gradually slowing breaths and the thrum of your calming heartbeat in your ears (and the lull of his own as it thudded against your back). Blissful near silence. The afterglow.

Until Ariel eventually shifted, moving one hand (still dripping with your slick) to grip your waist whilst the other moves to grasp your chin, tugging your face to one side so he could plant a rough, passionate kiss against your swollen lips. It was so very messy and emotional, so perfectly Ariel, that you couldn’t bring yourself to complain even as the position sent him deeper into your core and caused your body to erupt in a new wave of dull and sharp pains.

But all of that pain was worth it as he pulled away just enough to whisper a final bit of possessive praise against your skin, his face lit up in a grin so very typical of him as he spoke, and you felt so truly adored.

“My good girl.”

And then you felt him move away and slowly pull out of you, leaving you with a pressing feeling of emptiness and cold (a lack of him) and a growing realisation that you needed to redress. To somehow piece back together the clothes that Ariel had carelessly torn and tugged and stretched in his lustful haze to take you — which, granted, was something you had more experience in than you’d like to admit.

After all, Ariel Conroy was a jealous man and you wouldn’t have him any other way. Even if it would be nice to not have to do the walk of shame to his car every couple of week…

#sleepingdeath #18+ account #not sfw death #ariel conroy x reader #ariel conroy smut #ymata imagine #ymata smut #ymata one shot #female reader #female reader smut #smut #smut oneshot #minors dni #minors do not touch

[boredwrites]

Earn it

Albert Wesker X Fem!Reader

Hehe gift for my dear friend @mrs-m-wesker

Warnings: porn with no plot, third pov, afab reader. I have never seen or played Resident Evil, I only know Wesker from Dead by Daylight and I can already tell that he’s a sassy bitch. When I say porn with no plot, I mean it. It jumps right in. Not proofread lol

Masterlist

The air was hot and sticky and the smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Albert already had Y/N undressed and ready hours ago. He remained clothed as he teased her, edged her, drove her crazy for god knows how long. Fat tears rolled down her face as she begged and begged. For what she begged, she didn’t know any more. Her mind was mush, filled with only the thought of being filled by the dominate blonde taking control.

One of Albert’s hands was in Y/N’s hair, gripping it at the roots at the base of her head to force her to keep her eyes on him the entire time. Her mouth hung open as he fucked her with his fingers. He would switch between giving her exactly what she wanted and teasing her to the point of crying and begging. Again and again, he switched. He remained unpredictable, wanting to keep her on the edge of her seat. Keep her wondering what he was going to do next.

“Please…” a pathetic plea left her lips again and again as Albert pulled his fingers away.

He tilted his head and looked at her with a curious yet disappointed look. “Please, what? You know you have to use the words, don’t you? Or are you that fucked out already that you can’t speak?” That bastard. But he knew she liked it. They both did.

Before Y/N could respond, Albert dove his fingers into her puffy, sensitive cunt again and curled his fingers oh-so deliciously. Y/N tried to throw her head back in pleasure, but was stopped by Albert’s hand in her hair, keeping her head still. Instead, she shut her eyes and let out a loud moan.

“Look at me!” Albert demanded as he gave her head a little shake.

Y/N whimpered as she obediently opened her eyes and looked the man in the eye. As best she could, anyway. His sunglasses hid the eyes she could get lost in if she stared for too long.

“That’s better. I want you to look at me as you lose your mind over my fingers. You dirty girl,” Albert teased. A smirk was plastered on his lips as he watched Y/N’s expression.

He curled and scissored and spread his fingers, moved them in a way that made Y/N seeing stars. His middle and ring fingers inside as her clit was being abused by his thumb. Small, tight circles on the sensitive bud left her gasping and whimpering. Albert knew exactly what he was doing and was a prick about it, too.

Albert pulled his hand away when Y/N’s moans got higher in pitch. She did that when she was close. Both of them knew she wouldn’t be afforded the luxury of release so easily, but it was still a disappointment on her side.

“Nononono, please!” Y/N whined. That earned her a stern look.

“What?” Albert snapped at her. He moved his hand from her hair to her jaw, gripping it tightly and bringing her face closer to his. “What was that?”

He knew exactly what it was. But he loved driving Y/N insane.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.

“Did you beg me for more of what I’ve generously given you? How selfish and desperate do you have to be? To ask for more of something you can’t even take much of in the first place.”

Albert scoffed. Finally, he let go of Y/N’s jaw. She frowned when he stepped back a bit. But that disappointment soon turned into excitement all over again.

“Let’s see if you can earn what you’re so desperate for,” Albert said as his hands worked on undoing his belt.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #Albert Wesker #Albert Wesker x reader #Wesker #Wesker x reader #re wesker #re wesker x reader #smut #minors shoo #minors don’t touch #minors fuck off #minors do not interact #minors dni

[magnusbae]

Matthew and Lucienne, crying softly while reading a book in the library: 

Dream, baffled: What is of the matter?

Matthew, sniffing despite being a raven: this poor, sad mate. he’s trying so hard, but he just. 

Lucienne: and he never gives up, the letters. 

Dream, bemused, gracefully taking away the thick brown book with the golden title: What is this you are speaking of.

Dream, looking at the book name “Nameless Love, Hob Gadling”: —Fuck.

#this is clear shitposting and is not meant to be ic #dream never curses until he finds a fucking whole ass book of unset letters his servants are wheeping his eyes out over #they do not know it's about dream #they think the guy is like the saddest bruh ever falling for such a stone cold bitch #dream has a minor meltdown over thE THIN G as he KNOWS it's ABOUT HIM #he is THE PRINCE OF STORIES he does not need foreshadowing to see beyond the words as he reads a creation in the dreaming #he understands all books in his library in an intimate way upon touch #dreamling #dream of the endless #the sandman #idek #buns.hc #buns.all

[nightfang22]

Kinktober Day 1:"Let me see those eyes."

A/N:I'm so so sorry I'm late to my Kinktober start but here's the first one featuring our boy Simon Kelleher!It might be slow to post but I'm working hard I promise!Thank you all so much for the love and support you guys show me and my work!Enjoy and feel free to send in requests for certain characters!

Warnings:Minors DNI,18+,Smut

Pairing:Simon Kelleher x fem!Autistic!reader

Word Count:1.8k

As someone with autism, I struggled with eye contact a lot. I've been trying to get better at holding it for longer periods of time but nothing seemed to be working. I sigh in frustration as I scribble something down in my notepad. Janae looked over at me and tilted her head to the side, tapping my notepad with the eraser of her pencil a couple times to get my attention. "You okay? You seem frustrated. Like more than usual." I take a deep breath through my nose as I look up at her and try to look at her eyes. I manage it for a few seconds but it doesn't last long. She quickly notices and I can see the sad smile on her face as she drums her pencil on her desk. "Hey, it's okay. You'll get the hang of it at some point and even if you don't, it doesn't matter. You don't need to push yourself too hard, okay?" I chew on the end of my pencil as I stare down at the notepad, slightly rocking back and forth. My eyes flit across the paper as I try to focus on my homework but my mind is wandering elsewhere. I'm completely understimulated and I can't make myself focus on German grammar and pronunciation like this. The only sounds filling my ears are the soft scratching of my fingers against my nails as I pick at them and Janae's gentle tapping of her pencil against paper. I chew at my bottom lip and pick at my nails in rhythm with Janae's tapping until a hand grabbing mine and spreading out my fingers to stop me from picking at my nails grabs my attention. I look up at my eyes melt instantly at the sight of familiar cool brown eyes. I smile softly before averting my gaze. My hand sits in his as he takes a seat across from Janae, next to me. His hand was warm and slightly calloused from all the hours spent learning different instruments on a whim. I smile and relish in the familiar and comfortable sensation. Simon is my person. Hopefully my forever person. He squeezed my hand softly before leaning over to whisper in my ear. "Hey, you seem frustrated. You wanna get out of here? Take a break?" I think he sees the thankful look in my eyes before I even connect them to his while nodding because he grabs my bag for me and looks to Janae. "We're gonna go get some air. We'll see you later." Janae just rolls her eyes and flips the page of her notepad before waving goodbye, not looking up. His hand never leaves mine as I keep my eyes on the ground in front of me while we walk, watching my shoes move forward mostly.

The light of the sunshine makes my eyes sting before Simon pulls his hand away and slips his sunglasses over my eyes. I sigh contentedly at the relief from the harsh light on my eyes. He takes my hand once again and leads me off campus to his car, a cute little bug. Simon adores that car almost more than he adores me. He opens the passenger door for me just as he does every morning before school when he picks me up. I set my bag down in the floorboard and climb in, flipping down the visor to block out the sun. He hands me my headphones when he sits down and I place them over my ears. I can still hear him speak but I can't hear any of the noise outside of traffic or kids laughing. I lean my head back on the headrest as Simon starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. His arm reaches behind my headrest as he turns to look behind him. After he puts the car in drive he places his hand on my upper thigh which is exposed by my checkered skirt. His hand has a slight reassuring grip on my thigh as he drives. To where, I'm not sure. I've found it more comforting in all the time I've known Simon to not ask too many questions. Eventually we pull into his driveway and he unbuckles my seat belt for me. He comes around the car, opening my door for me and grabbing my bag before lacing my fingers with his and leading me inside. His mom is at the office today and his dad is out golfing like usual. He leads me up the stairs and into his room which is surprisingly clean for a teenage boy. He sets my bag down as I take a seat in his desk chair after discarding my shoes by the door. My knees are pressed together and I'm just staring off into the distance when he comes over, kneeling down in front of me. He tilts my chin up so I can look him in the face. My eyes avert to the side almost immediately when he sighs before smiling softly in my peripherals. "Well, I think I know how to fix this."

I look at him with a confused expression when he picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist. I squeal before clinging to him. I have a fear of my feet leaving the ground and Simon knows this. I bury my face in his neck as he walks over to his bed, setting me down. He crawls over me before taking my wrists and pinning them above my head, lacing his fingers in mine to hold them there. I can only manage to look at his mouth as he speaks. "Now, we're gonna try something okay? You know the safe word. Say it for me, pretty girl." I lick my lips as my eyes very briefly meet his as I speak. "Down." He smiles at me and nods before leaning down to trail kisses up my neck and kissing my jaw. He reaches my ear and whispers, "That's right. Now you're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?" I can only manage a nod as my breathing becomes shallow as I take in the sensations he's leaving all across my skin. He kisses up my jaw and places kisses all over my cheeks and my nose before finally connecting our lips. His lips are soft and sweet. He always tastes like mint and candy. I moan quietly against his lips as he lets go of my right wrist just to hold both of them in his one hand so he can move the other down my body. He slides his hand across my thigh and up my skirt. He pulls away leaving my lips slightly swollen and kiss bruised. He pulls away and smiles down at me devilishly like he always does in these moments before pulling my skirt up, letting go of my wrists. He moves down and slides his fingers over my clothed heat. I bite my lip and whimper. His warm breath meets the wet spot on my panties sending a shiver down my spine causing me to arch my back slightly. This does not go unnoticed by Simon and I can almost feel the grin on his face as he places a kiss to my clit through my pastel purple thong. He hooks a finger in my underwear on each side before sliding it down my plush thighs and tossing it across the room to be found by their maid sometime later. He places a hand on each of my thighs firmly before spreading my legs and getting comfortable. Simon kisses up my inner thighs before placing a kiss to my clit and dragging his tongue up my entrance, tasting the mess he's caused. I gasp as he sucks my clit harshly into his mouth making my back arch. My hands fly into his soft dark hair and tug as he continues his attack on my sensitive bundle of nerves. The noises falling from my mouth are down right sinful as he eats me out like it's his last meal. My eyes are shut tight as my teeth sink into my bottom lip so harsh I'm almost certain it'll start bleeding. It doesn't take much longer for the knot in my stomach to untie and a whine of ecstasy to leak out of my throat.

He licks up every last drop and comes up for air only a moment later, wiping his face. He strips himself of his jeans and pulls off his shirt, tossing both aside while kicking off his underwear. He crawls over me once again, lining himself up at my entrance before grabbing my hand, placing it on his cheek and kissing my palm. This was almost a ritualistic action. He does it every time before he stretches me out on his cock. Inch by inch, his dick fills me up and a breathless gasping sound escapes me. Simon wasn't small by any means. How does that song go? Right.

'It might not look like he gets bitches but honey that dick was 11 inches.'

My eyes water slightly and Simon kisses my tears away, letting me adjust. After I nod, I expect him to move but he doesn't. "It's okay. You can move now." My eyes are still shut when I feel his hands on my face causing me to open my eyes and look at his throat. "I'll move but you have to keep your eyes up here. Every time you look away I'll stop." My eyes widen. I get it now. I nod but my eyes are still on his throat. He thrusts deep and hard inside me. "What did I just say?" I make eye contact and his face is so kind and sincere that I can't help but keep my eyes on his before he starts moving, his thrusts soft and sweet before picking up pace. I feel my eyes fall shut before he abruptly stops. My eyes snap open and he smirks. "What? You thought I was joking?" He snaps his hips into mine to punctuate his point.

"Let me see those eyes, pretty girl."

My eyes stay attached to his as he thrusts roughly in and out of me. My fingernails sink into his back as I whine and moan, all but screaming out his name like he was some holy deity. His thrusts begin to get sloppy as my cunt clenches around him before butterfly fluttering in orgasm. His eyes never stray from mine and I feel my heart race. This is the longest I've ever held someone's gaze and my cheeks get warm with the realization. I feel his hips stutter as his cheeks flush while he fills me to the brim with his seed, holding his position with his cock fully sheathed inside me to the hilt. His thumb strokes my cheek as he moves to kiss my forehead. He slowly pulls out but not before he quietly whispers an 'I love you so much, princess.'

#autistic #autistic positivity #autistic!reader #oouil #simon kelleher #one of us is back #one of us is lying #one of us is next #kinktober #female reader #masterlist #kinktober 2023 #x reader #smut #minors dni #minors do not interact #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #minors will be blocked

[captainhysunstuff]

A reactionary comic about rereading a fic that I recently recommended that was way darker than I remembered, lol. I still love it for how they pretty much drive each other crazy, but that word choice and the consent issues... *cringes* At least there are valid warnings beforehand, and the first fic was pretty PG. Sorry. *laughs sheepishly*

#drawn by me #my fancomic #sort of a review of a fanfic #Death Note #lawlight #self portrait #Light Yagami #L #aggressive making out #it's just that I'm usually seen as maybe a couple steps below wholesome and felt weird about my recommendations after rereading them #and it was on fanfiction.net so they don't have the in depth tagging system that Ao3 has so there is a bit of blindness #but still thank goodness the author did provide warnings and actually recommended people skip certain chapters #L and Light are NOT nice to each other in Concerto in D Minor to say the least #that and Violins Light are still very influencial for me and for inspiring my love of these two driving each other to the edge of madness #and *spoilers* they don't even have sex in it! the majority of the explicitness is just from violence and non-consensual... torture touch? #it also follows my weird trend of starting off kind of silly to more serious when it comes to tone #and of course driving Light into a horrible crisis~ #sorry for my lack of artistic activity. I'm still in the process of drawing the next installment of my fancomic #but I did wanna do this as a psuedo apology for my recommended fics. I was honestly shocked by how dark/brutal it gets lol #I do still recommend them if you can handle it. It’s honestly not the darkest thing I’ve read lol

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ok im actually making a dent on the Lights Out prelim outline - ive got a bit over 4k in it but i didnt realize how tough the real start would be. It's actually... sort of boring lmao

#like all frank and wally can do is #sit around and talk / read / avoid sally / check on friends #like??? ITS SO SLOW #what fuckin else is there to do? #like we've got the minor conflict of them still having to do the occasional play for sally #and there's the existentialism of frank learning that everything is fake #but once he acclimates? theyre just vibing #all thats left is for frank to slowly lose hope and also touch with reality like wally #i mean i want him to go through an investigative phase bc he is Observant #but once he reaches the inevitable dead end? #theyre just hanging outttttt #what the hell would they even talk about... #frank trying to chat with a Very out of touch out of practice wally #absolutely unprompted #and so inevitably i have returned to the Aftermath and am working on that while my brain turns over act one things #ive got it on lock all the way to frank meeting the 'new' wally #siiiiiiigh....

[tchaikovskaya]

Thinking about all the times in life u see someone familiar without knowing it’s the last time ur ever going to see them

#or even worse is the rare occasion when u do know and the moment is too heavy for u to think of anything adequate to say 🥹 #even if it’s someone u only casually and occasionally talk to but ur both fond of each other #🥲🥲🥲🥲 #I’m not even talking about death either like. just people u get to casually know #the dude who works in accounting. the girl who sat next to u in a class one semester. a high school friend u lose touch with. #or like. even if u stay connected via social media it’s still not the same #like connections that mean enough to u to make a minor impact but aren’t Big enough to warrant going out of u way to visit #idk it’s all just so fuckin sad like I can’t imagine what it was like pre-fb/insta when they just eventually ceased to Exist to u at all !!!

[supahstarrr]

"whitemisia" are you fucking stupid.

#white people want to be victims so badly #''an example is getting hair touched when your blonde''???? ''people staring at you for ‘looking different'''????? #do you fucking hear yourself. #also let me remind yall. these people whining about ''whitemisia'' are radqueers. #idk whats up with that space but bitches on those communities always turn out to be racist as fuck #oh and i heard that theres ''slavery flag'' where you want to be a slave or want to be a victim of past slavery #so that could also tell you a lot about radqueers (and about how they view generational trauma from slavery ^^) #i feel like out of all of the classic ''community that give a font that they're progressive but actually very fucked up and racist'' #communities that makes me so angered the most... its got to be radqueers #genuinely have no fucking idea whats up with their ideology. and i heard so much from minors escaping that community #ive definitely heard some fucked up stories about constant grooming.. like wtf #this community is SO detached like.. do you hear yourself.. racist mfs. full of nasty and horrid bigots #i wish therapy was free!!!! almost seems like they need it more than i do

[imqueerandadeer]

I make one post about project 2025 and suddenly its every dudebro in a 20 mile radius job to harass me 😭, like look at these dam comments:

Like yall can not be that bored to go and harass a 13 year old on ticktok like also they've been stalking my page as well??? Like girlie get a fucking life 😭😭

#politics #project 2025 #like please shut up #like guys please #i am a minor #why are they like this #why are people like this #get a grip #get a life #go touch grass #Like I'm scared to make a would you rather be alone with a man or a bear video because of the comments #do somthing productive with your life #is that too much to ask #Is this bullying? #idk #idk what else to tag #idk man