#BROS GETTING INTIMATE
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COLLEGE F*CK BUDDIES
Directed By: Corbin Fisher
Featuring: Kellan Colt
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#KISSABLE LIPS#DESIRE'S LURE#VOLUME 3#ADULT-ED#REVISITING DVD COLLECTION#BROS GETTING INTIMATE#HEY DUDE LET'S HIT THE SHOWERS#YOUR LIPS ARE DELICIOUS#PASSIONATE KISSES#My GIFS#MYGIFSET#MY-GIF-EDIT
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oh. my. god. i swear if i see one more person hating on and complaining about the caitvi sex scene im gonna throw hands!!! it's like they've forgotten that,, you know THERE WAS ANOTHER SEX SCENE IN SEASON 1 ?! don't remember hearing any complaints over that. just because it's a queer couple doesn't mean that people should just hate on the scene. if you weren't mad about Mel and Jayce getting it on,, you shouldn't be mad about Cait and Vi either.
#like come on we finally get the most intimate and beautiful display of love for queer media and people are just hating#its just not fair cuz theyre acting like its some sorta sin bro#saying its added nothing to the plot and shit like that#then wth did mel and jayce sideways tango have to do with the plot then ?!#im just so mad about#this is proper queer representation#done so perfectly#anyway im just mad#arcane#caitvi#arcane season 2#caitlyn kiramman#vi#arcane spoilers
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Ok so what does Jogo have that the rest of us plebs don't, Gojo???
#bro is always getting INTIMATE with this thing's arms like HUH#also jogo got to touch nanamis-#lucky bastard#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#sidrabbles
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No bc I still don’t know how we ended up here…but there’s only one explanation for this fuckery, and it’s Geta pulling the strings in my brain and making me write an intimate scene with him and his paramour in the next chapter of Et Auream
I’m gonna scream into my pillow and then smash my face into my keyboard
#why is this happening#BRO IS EVIL#why does he get an intimate scene#why am I giggling and kicking my feet as I write said unplanned intimate scene#who allowed him to write this scene#he really said my turn bitch#emperor geta#joseph quinn#joseph quinn characters#emperor geta smut#I can’t believe I just used that tag#WHAT IS BRO DOING TO ME#get out of my walls I beg u sir#Et Auream chapter 6#I’m about to crash out fr#this was not on my 2024 bingo card
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Coryxkenshin the man that you are. The CREATOR that you are. Of course people are going to trust you enough to invest in something you see as worthy 🫰
#anyway i bought a copy immediately#coryxkenshin#monsters we make#he said 'i dont want yall to buy it bc im coryxkenshin' like we dont know his tastes and skills intimately BECAUSE hes coryxkenshin#BRO WE THINK YOU'RE ON POINT???#its like getting a rec from a friend with the BEST tastes
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E&T: Caught in the Clutches of Lust
No im not sorry for any of this. cope and seethe
Btw I used a line from @painsandconfusion and @wormwriting's degradation starter list that I saved THREE YEARS AGO for this very moment. I am always playing the long game (⊙ˍ⊙)
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Ingredients: VERY creepy/intimate whumper, implied threat of noncon, a lot of noncon touching (unsexy but right on the edge), implied noncon kiss, unsexy nudity
Shiori?
No, it couldn’t be, she was a world away, she was human, he’d left her waiting by the fountain after the party and she’d moved on and forgotten about him, no reason to follow him here, into the depths of hell, looking exactly like she had the night of the party, jarringly out of place in her pretty dress, smiling at him like he wasn’t a blood-covered, unrecognizable version of himself.
And then he blinked, and all of a sudden it wasn’t Shiori at all, but Lythia, wearing the same yellow bandana that she always did while she was working in the palace gardens, the little black braids of her hair just as beautiful as he remembered. There was no pity in her dark eyes, like there had been the last time he saw her, looking up at him from the crowd while he was chained to that pillar, promising he’d be rescued after it was already too late. Actually seeing her hurt, and Erebus looked away for a moment, just a moment…
When he saw the woman in front of him now, his jaw dropped, eyes widening, his tense, burning hands finally relaxing.
“Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe.”
Her voice was just as he remembered, and she was smiling at him so kindly, her eyes soft, her gloved hand outstretched, she was here to save him, she’d found a way to bring him back, he was too tired and scared and stressed to do anything else besides surrender control to her once again, to take her small hand and follow her blindly towards the fate she’d chosen for him. She was squeezing his still-healing hand tightly in hers, but she could do whatever she wanted with him just as long as she got him out of this place.
“Well, that was easy.”
The voice wasn’t Shiori’s, or Lythia’s, and it certainly wasn’t Neteri’s.
Erebus jumped back, finally seeing the person next to him clearly for the first time. She-they?-smirked at him, bright purple eyes sparkling. Their white hair was long and wavy, partially braided back with impeccable precision. Gold jewelry and a low-cut black dress accentuated their natural beauty, seeming very out of place in this hellish world. Most striking of all, though, was their bright red skin, a shade that was very familiar to Erebus.
This was a lust demon, and she’d lead him right into her lair.
“You-how did-I-”
They laughed, deep and bright, obviously amused by his shock and confusion. “You only saw what your heart wanted you to see, darling. It’s not my fault you turned into a meek little lamb and followed me here.”
Erebus’s face grew hot. “Well I-I…” his wings sank behind him. He’d thought he was about to be saved. Like an idiot. She’d led him away from the bubbling pools and acrid air into a sort of cave, a furnished one at that. But now he was cornered in here, at a disadvantage in the cramped space. He swallowed and changed the topic, hand resting on the pommel of his sword. “Who are you and what do you want with me?”
“Apologies.” She bowed slightly, the sort of bow people gave when they were pretending to show respect during negotiations, but then declared war a few weeks later. “My name is Asmodeum, and really,” they gave him a disapproving look, “I’d rather not fight with you. I heard you’ve defeated Somiaken and Vorath already, but I believe you and I could work something out without coming to blows.” They held their hands up briefly, but the way they watched him made it clear that their guard was still up. “So, tell me your name, now. Unless you’d prefer I just call you darling?”
Erebus very much did not want that, so he complied. “Erebus. But you didn’t really answer my question. What do you want, if not to fight me?”
Asmodeum sighed wistfully. “Well, I can tell that you’re the sort of person who’ll never agree to what I really want, but I believe something can be arranged. You see, I’ve been stuck here for Akumo knows how long with no toys to play with. So, I was thinking-”
“I-I’m not gonna be your toy,” Erebus choked, his throat feeling like it was closing up.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Asmodeum wagged a finger. “Let me finish, dear. I could have my way with you quite easily, you know. It would be oh so effortless to drag you back into my domain proper and throw you into a pool of boiling water or lava and watch the show. However, I think your forced cooperation would make this a little more fun, and it would be nice if you behaved for me. So, if you let me do what I want with you, barring the most intimate acts, I’ll let you kill me once I’ve had my fill.”
“What happens if I don’t say yes?”
Asmodeum casually examined their nails. “I will take you by force and I will defile you.”
“D-defile?! You don’t mean…” Erebus quickly glanced down, and Asmodeum smiled wickedly.
“Oh, I do mean. If you let me play with you, I swear I won’t do anything of the sort. Call it an incentive. So come on, Erebus, get rid of your sword.” Erebus just tightened his grip on it, weighing his options. As much as he didn’t want to let this demon…play with him...did he really have any other options? He was exhausted, and there wasn’t much room in here for him to try and put up a proper fight. And more than anything, he really, really didn’t want to risk being...Despite the anxiety building in his chest, Erebus unbuckled the sword belt around his waist, setting it carefully on the ground.
“Fine. But if you so much as touch me there I’ll-I’ll make you regret it.” How would he do that? He wasn’t sure. But he just-he had to make it clear that he wasn’t surrendering. He was just…agreeing to play along. Just to get a break from fighting. He was okay with this. He’d be fine. He'd been through so much worse.
He'd be fine.
“I promise I won’t cross that boundary, don’t you fret.” Asmodeum walked over to him, kicking his sword out of reach as they took his hand. “First things first, you’re absolutely filthy. Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
Erebus pulled his hand out of her grasp. “I mean, I-I can do that myself,” he muttered. Asmodeum raised an eyebrow.
“I’m sure you can, but I want to wash you, dear. And right now,” she grabbed his hand once more, “I get what I want.” They pulled him along into a bathroom, and he followed reluctantly, feeling an odd sense of familiarity in just going along with this sort of thing. Their threat was certainly a motivator, but that didn’t mean he was going to roll over completely on every little thing, right? He had to make it clear that he wasn’t happy with this, despite agreeing to it. She started filling up the bathtub with water, turning to him with a smile. “Let me strip you now.”
“I-I’d rather-”
“Shhhh.” She placed a finger on his lips, her other hand starting to undo the ties on his shirt. “None of that, dear. I can’t get you all clean if you’re wearing these dirty clothes, now can I?” He looked away as they tugged his shirt off, hoping that they’d-nope, now they were going to try and take off his pants, too.
“You said you weren’t going to-to do that to me.”
“I won’t. But that doesn’t mean you get to keep your clothes on the whole time, you shy little thing. I just won’t touch.” Erebus stifled a whine as she pulled down his pants, and his underwear along with them. “There we go. You can get in now.” He did so, almost jumping into the warm water and crouching down, hugging his knees close and spreading his wings around himself protectively. They gently pushed his wings back, stroking his face as he glared at them with wide eyes. “There’s no use hiding when I’ve already seen everything, silly. I think I’m going to need to get these arms out of the way, hmmm?” They pulled out a pair of manacles, and Erebus’s stomach sank.
“Wait, I won’t resist just-just don’t-”
“Too late for that, Erebus.” She clamped them around his wrists, twisting the chain securely around the faucet. “Besides, you look absolutely darling like that, all helpless. Now, keep those wings out of the way or I’ll pierce them together.” Erebus’s wings sank in defeat, slowly moving back until they were behind him. There wasn’t any winning here, was there? “Good boy.” She grabbed a cup from the countertop and started using it to pour water on him, rinsing away some of the pieces of flesh stuck to his bloodied skin. After she lathered a washcloth with soap, she began to gently clean the dried blood off his face. He screwed his eyes shut, fists clenched as he tried to think about anything else.
Even back when he was a prince, he’d hated being fussed over, preferring to take care of himself when he could. Asmodeum, however, seemed to have no concept of personal space, or just didn’t care. She had to work hard to get through the blood caked over most of his skin, leaning in close, starting with his face before switching to his hair. Their hands slid in, tenderly working through tangled bloody mats and massaging his scalp. He hated how nice it felt, how much it reminded him of the way Lythia always used to play with his hair, forcing himself to open his eyes and look at Asmodeum, to remind himself who was…
Lythia smiled at him sweetly, and Erebus felt his blood run cold. That wasn’t her, no matter what he saw, no matter how he felt. She wasn’t here. She was back home, probably still tending the palace gardens despite the change in management. Did she still think of him as she looked at all the places they used to laugh? Or could she not get the image of him screaming and sobbing up on that podium out of her mind, unable to remember any other version of him than the one he’d left her with? Maybe that’s what he deserved to be remembered as, since he’d hardly thought of her since that day, the memories too painful.
Erebus shuddered when Asmodeum moved to his horns, which were always far more sensitive than they had any right to be. She seemed to be able to tell, continuing to stroke them long after they were clean, and as much as he wanted to ask them to stop, he was afraid it would only encourage them. At the very least, the disconnect between Lythia and his horns was enough to push the thoughts of her out of his mind, and Asmodeum changed back to their normal form.
Her hands finally slid lower, caressing his neck, fingers slipping under his collar, making sure the skin underneath was clean, pressing down against his throat every so often as they did so. It wasn't enough to really choke him, but the message was clear.
They moved onto his shoulders, his wings, his arms, his back. He caught their smile as they saw what his right arm really looked like, and her fingers traced his whip scars as they were uncovered. Dread started to pool in his stomach as she moved to his chest, scrubbing away, revealing-
“Oh, well isn’t this pretty.” They marveled at his brand, stroking the lines of the scar, pausing over his rapidly-beathing heart. “Too bad you’re already owned by someone else, huh? But I suppose they’re not here now, are they?” Erebus just bit his lip, refusing to make eye contact. The thought of his…of Neteri not being here hurt, and, try as he might, he couldn’t help but think of her, of the way she’d always protected him. He wondered how angry she’d get if she saw what was happening to him, or if she could feel now that someone besides her was touching him. He could imagine her bursting in, yelling at Asmodeum to get their hands off of him, unchaining him and letting him cover up before pulling him into a hug-wait wait what was he thinking she’d been his captor she’d hurt him and ripped him into pieces and kept him locked up but she'd promised to save him and he missed her.
“What’s wrong, darling? Is even this too much for you?” Asmodeum brushed away a tear he didn’t realize had been falling with her finger, her skin no longer red, but brown. He couldn't look her in the eye. Not while she wore that face. “Such a sensitive little thing.” Hearing those words in that voice was already bad enough. Erebus tugged at his chains, wishing he could rub away those stupid traitorous tears, because he wasn’t crying about Neteri or Asmodeum or any of this.
Their hands plunged beneath the surface of the blood-clouded water now, and Erebus couldn't stop himself from tensing up as they scrubbed his stomach, glad the parts of him that were previously under clothes weren't as caked in blood as those that weren't. Still, there was enough to clean that she had an excuse for her hands to wander lower still, caressing his hips, his thighs, and now he was trembling, fists clenched, tears dripping even more steadily into the tepid, cloudy water, no one had ever touched him there, at least she was wearing her own face now, but please, please stay away from there, you said you wouldn't touch me there and if you do then why am I here why am I letting you do this why do I keep letting people hurt me if I just stood up for myself more if I wasn't such a coward maybe I'd still be-
"You're rather pathetic, aren't you?" Asmodeum mused as they cradled his face, turning him towards them. Erebus blinked away tears, just now realizing that they'd finished cleaning him, the tub already drained. He couldn't exactly argue, crying and shivering like he was, so he just swallowed and gave the tiniest nod as he pulled himself together, hoping it'd be enough to get them to move on.
With a satisfied smile, she unhooked his wrists from the faucet, but left the manacles on as she pulled him up and out of the tub. He tried to cover himself as best he could as they toweled him off, hoping they’d stop touching him or at least give him clothes soon. Thankfully, they did, handing him a small bundle, and upon unrolling it he found...a pair of shorts that barely reached his knees, and that was all. Once he’d put them on, she dragged him into another room and let go, crossing her arms. “Kneel.”
“I don’t-” Asmodeum raised an eyebrow, and Erebus stopped himself. They were expecting him to obey their every little whim if he didn’t want to be...he knelt, staring at the floor. She circled him a few times, and he clenched his fists in his lap, hating how much of his body was on display. Not that she hadn’t already seen everything.
“You were just made to kneel, weren't you? Absolutely gorgeous." Erebus's face burned even hotter than before. All he could hope was that they'd be done with him soon, but he'd never specified how long this would go on for when he agreed to it, so this might last…He was such an idiot, why did he just go along with this without any negotiation?
Asmodeum stopped in front of him. "Well, what are you in the mood for, dear? Pain,” her hand slid under his chin, tilting it up, “or pleasure?”
“Please just-anything but-” he choked, and she just laughed.
“Anything, you say? Then, I think...I'm in the mood for this.” They grabbed his collar, yanking him up onto the nearby bed. Before he could even try to sit up they were on him, wrapping themselves around him, worming in between his shackled arms, forcing him to embrace her back. A shudder ran down his spine as her skin came into contact with his, her arms pinning him flush against her body, her legs tangling around his. “Have you ever been this close to someone, darling?” she whispered in his ear, their fingers stroking his hair.
“I-I, um, a few times but-”
“Aw, and you’re still nervous.” Her hand ran down the back of his head, stopping at his collar. “It’s so cute how you still wear this. I’m sure you could get it off if you tried, so you must like having it on, huh? Do you miss your owner?”
“She’s not-I don’t-I just-it’s…” he screwed his eyes shut, “I can’t take it off, alright?!”
“Such a dutiful little pet-”
“I wasn’t h-her pet!”
“You’re so adorable when you’re in denial.” They stroked his back, rubbing around the base of his wings. Erebus just opted for staring at the wall, hoping they wouldn't touch his horns. “Do you know how lust demons feed, my dear?”
“By eating…?”
“Well, of course, but not the same way you do. We feed off of humans, more specifically, their bodily fluids.” She smiled widely, showing off her fangs. “And I haven’t had a meal ever since being locked up in here. I normally get my fix a different way, but, to be considerate of you, innocent little boy,” they shifted until their lips were right next to the base of his neck, fingers pushing his collar out of the way, “I’ll settle for feasting on your blood.”
Her fangs sank into his neck, and he couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden pain. He tried to breathe in calmly through gritted teeth as she sucked on the holes in his flesh, drinking his blood. Soon enough, his ears started ringing, and lightheadedness crept in. He gripped the chain between his wrists just too feel something solid, glad that he was lying down, at least. By the time Asmodeum pulled away, licking droplets of blood from their lips, a dizzy haze had settled over Erebus. He closed his eyes, tears leaking out as she snuggled back into him, just hoping that this would all be over soon. In fact, maybe he would just...let the blackness take him...just for a little bit...so he didn’t have to be...awake…
Erebus’s mouth tasted like dried blood when he woke up, and Asmodeum was still wrapped around him tightly. She smiled when their eyes met. “Did you have a good little nap, my darling? I hope you don’t mind, but,” she gripped his chin, her thumb stroking his lips, “I had a little bit of fun with you while you were out of it.” A bit of...wait is that why his mouth tasted like-
“W-you-you can’t d-do that to me I-I don’t-” his voice broke, and he couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, no matter how many fast little breaths he sucked in, just get away, get away from me stop touching me don’t do that to me please please I don’t want that you can’t do that to me you can’t you can’t I never wanted that not from you not from anyone and now now now I-I’m-I’ve been-
He felt something solid press into his hands, and he realized that Asmodeum was standing in front of him, and that was his sword in his hands, he was sitting up now and that was his sword and Asmodeum was smiling they were holding out their arms to him they were ready they were ready they were laughing they were coughing up blood they were on the ground there was so much blood how much of it was his he wasn’t sure he didn’t know they reached up and he backed away he had to get away he couldn’t stay here a second longer she was dead she was dead she was already crumbling away and he had to go he wanted to rip off his own skin he could still feel her touching him where where where were his clothes where was the key to these manacles he had to go he-
Erebus dropped his sword. He fell to his knees. He buried his face in his hands.
And he screamed.
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#i wrote something#erebus & terror#erebus#asmodeum#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#nonhuman whumpee#demon whumper#noncon kiss#noncon touch#can i get a lmao in chat this guy is having the worst time of his life maybe#yeah shiori is human and normal and i meant it when i said they'd never see each other again#bro's neteri devotion is literally getting worse now that they're apart what is he DOING#i cant believe superhell isnt the healing environment he needs to process his trauma 😔#but yeah back when i was still in college and writing like chapters 3-6 ish of E&T (like him getting branded)#i was like ''okay but the bathing scene is soooo fun and sexy i want to write it right now''#so i did and then it sat there for 3 years#it's honestly really weird that it's out in the open now it's been My Secret Writing for SO long#had to make a lot of edits though and i can see how much ive improved since then like yeah let's GUT this bitch#asmodeum fucking sucks. sorry. they are the literal fucking worst#they're also technically genderfluid but since the way they're perceived is based on the person's attraction#erebus just gets female/androgynous vibes cuz he doesn't like men 👍#uh what else oh yeah we had to give him the kissing trauma. rare instance of me projecting write it down kids#god i started the final edit of this at 4:30 and i was like ''yeah i can have it ready by 5''#it's 5:51 you idiot
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as someone who hc’s veritas ratio as asexual the amount of smut I’ve skimmed over about him is a lot 😭
#you do you but man I cannot see bro thinking anyone is sexually attractive#this man wears a goddamn mask to insulate himself from ‘idiocy’#I don’t think he gets the point of lowering your guard down to be intimate#nor do I think he thinks anyone is attractive enough in any way to let his guard down and be intimate#like he straight up played a part in kidnapping several scientists bc they were super fans of Herta who liked gossip#I don’t think he’d get attraction#honkai star rail#hsr#dr ratio
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I just had the idea of making Pascal in BG3 his playthrough’s gonna be so chaotic lmao.
#i’m gonna do a virgin run with him he’s getting NO bitches#which is canonically accurate#bro’s in his 80s and the most intimate thing he’s done is share an apartment with his best friend#my oc#d&d#graverobber#warlock#shadar kai#bg3#bg3 tav#dark urge#half elf#pascal cadapher blackthorn
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pls turn around. pls. pls. i can't take this anymore.
#being told my vocabulary is too elegant bcs i used the word posterior in a medical setting 🥰#born to be a starving artist. forced to be a stemboss bcs starving artists die & someone gets paid the big boy bucks to diagnose how & why#(me)#fuck my medical baka life#it's not even a kindness thing like everyones nice it's just. we operate so dif intimately we can never fr fr connect#just kinda adore or confuse each other from the outside#i am always either a fascinating or strange critter to them. sometimes both#which i usually like but sometimes it's like bro pls just get me bro#tired of being edgy emo no one understands wolf tshirt found in 2016#somebody pls just think im normal pls gob
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CF CRUSH: HARPER
Directed By: Corbin Fisher
Featuring: Harper Cort
©️ CORBIN FISHER
#KISSABLE LIPS#DESIRE'S LURE#VOLUME 3#ADULT-ED#REVISITING DVD COLLECTION#BROS GETTING INTIMATE#PASSIONATE#SHIRTLESS#SHORTS#My GIFS#MYGIFSET#MY-GIF-EDIT
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Some more dudesex wips (are these anything v2, where i try to figure out how much leg is adams and also does he have a metal butt?)
Aka deus ex wips 2: electric boogaloo
#delete later#wip#i was gonna draw more intimate stuff like the red/blu one#but then i just wanted to draw them being bros#like they also fuck nasty but theyre also broskis#also these are gonna get rbd later lmao
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If you were church, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
My sanctuary, you're holy to me
If you were church, I'd get on my knees
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#Trigun#trigun stampede#wolfwood discovers the appeal of sharing#indirect kiss#art#digital art#Kall art#two bros in a motel chilling five feet apart cause they’re not gay#if you were church I get on my knees#something so intimate about tending to another’s wounds and sharing a smoke#I’m never shading like this again#rip my hand#got that Trigun brain rot
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(fears the heavy weight of being someone else's burden but cannot stop being part of people's lives) (fears the heavy weight of death but will let herself die in order to save others) (fears the other weight of being an obedient sorcerer but will never go against what she is told to do without explicit permission)
#miwa is so interesting because on one hand#she is definitely the poster child of Normal Girlcore for sorcerers#relatively mild mannered and polite and quite joyful in all honest#and on the other hand she considers death every two minutes and worries about her family and hates the idea of her friends getting hurt and#despises the idea of enacting unecessary (and sometimes even necessary) violence#i think as well the fact miwa has to use a sword makes her feel even more intimately associated with the core of violence#i gotta log out of this blog bro who cares about this girl with fucked up bangs fr#also sorry i dont wanna make a separate post so while i'm here:#(touches miwa's bangs) baby girl who did this to you....
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anybody else remember when (redacted) admitted to having people spy on my tumblr after i blocked her to see what i was saying abt her like, to my face, and didnt think there was anything wrong with that. does anybody else remember that
#yersonal#LMFAOOO#this happened WHILE i was still grieving mind you#bro didnt even give me fucking TIME to get over the shit SHE did to ME#if a bisexual gemini asks you to be in an intimate relationship while conveniently forgetting to mention theyre polyam#run
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im actually becoming a littol bit annoyed by smn 😭
#we are on a camping trip and im having sm fun and i love her sm but mein gott#basically she talked abt her boyfriend a lottt like right from the start of the trip from the car#and i thought it was like. yay bonding time. shes telling us abt her loving healthy relationship#and then it kept going to the point where eveey convo literally every single convo is abt her bf and yow great he is#at first it was sweet but now its like i cannot open my mouth without her being like. yeah my bf us xyz like in legit not#exaggerating its every single convo. like it is becoming absurd atp im rly happy for her but...what abt like#hobbies and like...the convo were having#and ar first i was gen happy bc i gwt the feeling of being in a healthy relationship but some of the stuff she says is quite concerning too#like we were all talking abt our insecurities and stuff and it was quite a deep/intimate convo and one of my friends#shared how he feels bad bc hes underweight etc and she was like. since being w him i feel great abt my body#but rhis happens so often#w any other topic. i cant even bring up my own relationship without it becoming and her bf like . he does that but Better#like me being like i love cooking tgth w my gf and her being like. ive never even cooked bc he cooks for me all the time. etc etc#bro one time i shared an insecurity shared an insecurity i had abt my relationship and her immediate response was abt how they dont have#that issue bc hes so great. it gets concer ing too bc she says stuff abt . like. bc of him i dont sh bc of him im not depressed bc of him#bc of him i feel worthy etc etc...also oversharing stuff abt his ...like genetalia that im like idk if hed want us to know all this#anyway no one has said anything and im afraid im delusional..or like its acc sweet and im just not being nice etc#which yeah it is sweet but in the length of me typing this out she has made 5 (five) comments abt her bf it is non stop no other#topic of convo . i dont wanna rain on her joy either bc i get it but omg 😭 every#single conversation...
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Extremely strangely intimate moment with a customer today, emotions pending.
#i find the meanings behind tattoos a really intimate thing so when someone asks it puts me in this#really vulnerable headspace#and this old man with the softest blue eyes was like talking to me and telling me how my art looked nice#and he wanted tats in the navy and he saw a lovely caramel colored woman like me with some vines that popped on her skin#and i just kinda stammered and laugh cause like bro its 11 am how do i respond to that#wasnt expecting to get rizzed by a 61 year old but here i am
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