#Engagement im Alter

[asrabloggt]

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[budgieflitter]

happy homestuck to those who celebrate...

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THERES SOMETHING STRANGE HAPPENING IN THE TOWN OF GOLDEN GULCH The miners have been in the mines for months, when they should have gotten a chance to come home by now. The mayor says they found something great within the earth! Something magical and powerful and the miners cannot return until it is thoroughly unearthed! He cannot say what it is yet, but this new discovery will usher in a new age of progress and technology! Meanwhile, the mayors guard has been increasing in numbers and fire power. The sheriff and his crew now only patrol at night, and the weapons his soldiers carry are getting stranger and stronger. What otherworldly influences are infecting this town? Perhaps it is an unlikely crew of rebels that will uncover these secrets

[what-even-is-sleep]

TUMBLR WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS.

COMMUNITIES TAB IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LOWER BAR???!!! 😡😡😡😡😡😡

[fagsystem]

its really hard to tell if some of yall are being purposefully ignorant, or if yall genuinely dont know the context of what people are ACTUALLY talking about

[superokayy]

remember in howls moving castle when sophie went back in time to the meadow where howl was when he was a kid (teenager??) and told him to come find her in the future and then howl DID find her in the future and said "there you are dear ive been looking for you" ?

well im sittin here smoking a joint and wondering if that makes her kind of a groomer????

[qtallulah]

having “syskids and littles are not allowed to talk in this server / are ONLY allowed to talk in the littles-only chat where they can’t swear or engage in any topic more adult than my little pony” as your server rules is weird as hell!

you dont say “traumaholders aren’t allowed” or “persecutors aren’t allowed.” its *only* ever with littles!

i am SO tired of constantly having to defend my existence to random people on the internet. i, for example, am *the host* of my system. i front 80% of the time. are you saying im not allowed to talk in your server 80% of the time?

its ableism, imo! i am tired of being infantilized every time i bring up my age as an alter!! i will simply lie to you!

[strangeaxel]

you appear to draw isaac and gerard as being very physically close. cuddly even (:3c), and i want to learn more about this specific aspect because its so cute.. were they always like that? did they have to build up a lot of trust in each other first? how do they see and engage with touch? are/were they ever touch starved?

Drawing a made for the ask lalalala

First of all, thanks for the question! <3

In Gerard's case he used to touch Isaac's hands for example or shoulders to basically indicate he was safe with him and also try to communicate he wanted something more than a friendship with him when they were starting to know each other. I feel like even tho Gerard doesn't consider he's romantic himself in a traditional way i feel he actually is-- (Like when Susana Gimenez asked Charly Garcia if he was romantic and he said yes and Susana asked him "really? You like a dinner, with roses and candles??" And he said "i said im romantic, not stupid" lmao) He calls bitch pet names and cute things even tho she's always abusive towards him, he still tries, so imagine how much freedom could he have with someone like Isaac, a guy that has an anxious attachedment style. I feel he is the way he is in the game as a way of self defense, a way for him to cope with all the shit he has to go through all the time xD so he can't show much emotion or tries to hide it with humor, but in Isaac's world, this paradise isn't so bad, it's more,,, realistic. He doesn't have the constant need to hide his needs in a relationship like he used to (Well, only in private since ... its the 90s-2000s, duh). Gerard started to be more expressive with his physical touch towards Isaac as went time on, cuz of isaac's delusions of people being infected or sinful (this last one mostly because of his alters, for example, Demon) and also so Isaac could have time to process his own feelings, being someone who tries/tried to be a devoted christian this relationship felt wrong in all senses, it took him some time to accept he indeed liked him. Isaac isn't someone who would be nagging you on the streets is he saw you in, for example, a gay relationship, he's ignorant mostly, he doesn't have evil intentions (he also uses this ignorant/innocent view as a way to cope with his own emotions towards man).

While in Isaac's case, once he accepted it/half accepted it started to do your typical couple stuff, only in private, he gets mad when Gerard holds his hand on public and even tho this bothers Gerard a little bit he just can't complain, he understands but also well... his wife was much worst than this. Isaac feels safe cuddling with him, he feels like nothing wrong can happend when he's around (even tho Gerard's bad luck follows him everywhere lol), sometimes when he's having strong episodes because of his delusion it feels like he and him are the only non infected. Isaac has BPD so touch and words mean a lot to him even tho he isn't the best showing his love in a conventional way + he's non verbal for most of the time, it's like they both have two different types of autism lol

I think that's all i have to say about this at least for now, i'm still working on the ship but these types of questions really help me to understand and think of ways to improve it, thanks a lot for the question once again, i'm glad people are interested in knowing about my au/ship.

The song i used as lyrics for the drawing (i love this Tribute so much, please go check it out):

[asrabloggt]

Lasst uns feiern!

Auch wenn viel Schlimmes passiert gerade: Es passiert auch viel Schönes! Es gibt so viele wunderbare Menschen, die wunderbare Sachen machen. Es gibt was zu feiern!

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Idk if you do requests, but if you do,

You should write a Slash x Reader smut

Where reader is virgin, and Slash has a corruption kink

Im just gonna leave it at that. 🙏🏼

A/n: trying to get through all my slash requests bc APPARENTLY that’s all I’m good for 🙄 /j I love Slash ☺️

Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), corruption kink (I hope, I tried 🥹), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

No one thought he could do it, no one had ever imagined that Slash could date someone long enough to get married without sex, yet here he was.

You met between breaks in tour, it was late and he was high and starving. You were working at a pizza place down the road and helped him get back home after he lost his shoe and keys, although he was most heart broken over the loss of his pizza but that didn’t happen until after he ate it.

He was stupid and his state of mind was evidently altered, however, it only meant it was harder for him to hide how pretty he thought you were.

He came back to your place of work later that week, sober this time, and you actually got to talking which led to dating and moving in.

It happened quickly, only a few months between dating and engagement, which no one was surprised by given Slash and his lifestyle. Your family and friends were a bit shocked that you of all people ended up with him, but after seeing the way the guitarist no one could deny it.

Sure, no one questioned it when Slash announced his engagement soon after announcing his new relationship, but there was a reason.

“What the fuck does that mean?” He asked. You were in his bed, curled up against him while he played with your hair. His other hand had been slowly making its way lower and lower and you thought it was the time to tell him the truth.

“It means I’m waiting until marriage.” You explained. He paused for a moment, and he did try to convince you otherwise a few times, although he always stopped if he felt it was pushing you too far or if he thought you might say yes; you made up your mind years ago and he didn’t need that on his conscience, he loved you too much.

On top of that, he loved the idea of being your first, of being the one to take away your innocence. He wanted to marry you and have you forever, you were his and he was yours.

Which led to now, Slash planting kisses up your neck as you sat back against him. “Just relax, sweetheart, and let me know what feels good, alright?” His soft voice flowed into your ears.

You nodded and he got right to work, nipping at your sensitive skin while rubbing your sides, one hand moving down lower between your legs until he was rubbing your clit and slow circles. Your breath caught in your throat, a shiver running up your spine.

You just had to relax and melt into him turning your head to meet his lips, he didn’t pull away as you kissed him and his fingers moved faster.

His other hand moved down, pushing two fingers into you and making you gasp and moan into the kiss. He didn’t want to rush you so he just kept them there, focusing on your clit with the other hand but he could already feel your walls fluttering around his fingers.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl, just relax.” He said, not changing the pace of his fingers. “Just be a good girl and cum on my fingers for me.” Of course you listened, you couldn’t not cum with the praise that he muttered, filling your thoughts of him and his love for you.

He kissed your cheek as you came down from the high. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded, eyes feeling heavy as you looked up at him. “This-this is how you feel when I…” You didn’t need to finish, he knew what you were talking about.

He chuckled and shrugged. “Kind of, feels better for you, guarantee it.” He mused.

“Do I not do a good job?” You asked, slight worry in your voice.

Slash was quick to shake his head. “No, nothing like that, no, just, like…” He sighed as he tried to think of a way to word it. “Biology..?” He said, unable to contain his laughter as he said it. “I swear I read somewhere it was better for women than it was for men.” You laughed at his explanation and moved off of his lap, laying down and nuzzling into your pillow.

Slash gave you time to recuperate, the last thing he wanted was to overstimulate you, he’d do that another time but for now he settled for flopping on top of you. “Jesus, you sound like those pig dog toys.”

“Did you just compare me to a pig and a dog toy in a single breath?” You demanded, voice coming out strained as you were being crushed under him. He really wasn’t that heavy and he wasn’t putting all his weight on you but it wasn’t easy breathing either. “And you still expect sex?”

Slash snorted at that, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m not expecting shit, I-I’m helping you sleep..?” You were married the night before and spent time travelling and sleeping on the way to your honeymoon, having woken up not long ago and feeling the need to consummate the marriage just as you’d always imagined. To a point, anyway.

He was stupid but it worked and you pushed back into him, moaning as you felt his hard cock against you. He slipped into you, drawing moans out of the both of you. He waited for you to adjust to him, his fingers had helped but it wasn’t the same. No, this was much, much better.

He began moving his hips, his thrusts quickly picking up speed until the room filled with the sound of skin on skin and your loud moans mixed with Slash’s low grunts and groans. “Fuck, listen to yourself, a virgin and already so fucking loud and needy for cock. My cock, sweetheart.”

“Yes! Yours, only yours!” You said, pulling your knees up. You were trying to get on your hands and knees, doggy style, but he put a hand on your back and kept your face mostly shoved into the pillow. Not that you mind, it just put him at that perfect angle where he repeatedly hit that spot that had you seeing stars.

“Oh, that’s a good girl, keep- fuck, keep saying that.” He said, giving your ass a quick smack. He was so pent up, he wasn’t trying to be rough with you but he couldn’t keep himself totally in control, not after all this time.

“Ngh! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Feels so good!” You whined, feeling that same knot from earlier building in your gut. Slash’s thrusts were quickly losing their rhythm as you squeezed him, sucking him in and bringing him closer to the edge as well.

He made sure you came, letting you rolled onto your stomach after he pulled out, hand going to his throbbing member so he could jerk himself off, hot strings of cum spurting onto your stomach before he flopped over beside you and pulled you to his side.

He gathered some of his cum on his fingers and brought them to your mouth, letting you lick them clean. “How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” He asked breathlessly.

“Tired.” You responded after a moment, nuzzling into him.

He chuckled and nodded. “Sleep then, we’ve got the whole month and then the rest of our lives.”

[dailyadventureprompts]

Hi there! I hope your having a wonderful day!

So i had a question, or more acuratly wanted to ask for some advice. Ive more or less recently started dming, mostly in the form of one-shots for my main group. And ive stumbled across the following issue: while i love the lore building and describing and rp-ing i really struggle with combat. I tend to get overwhelmed and forget about effects and skills, and struggle with coming up with 'battle tactics' (which is what our campaign dm suggested) or make it way to easy because i worry about the players being dissappointed by 'loosing'(eventhough they've mentiones they would love harder combat and would even be okay with a tpk if it was earned)

So do you happen to have any suggestions or ideas on how to practice running and organizing combat and/or scalling or ways to not get so overwhelmed?

(Im sorry if this isnt quite what you do, i just didnt really know who else to ask)

This is ABSOLUTELY what I do friend, every part of the dungeon mastering experience is worth talking about because that's how we improve.

If you're having trouble learning your way around combat you're more than justified: it's a whole second game, and strategic skirmish tactics requires a very different skillset compared to the collabrative storytelling rules you're just now getting a handle on.

First, lets talk about what combat in d&d is even FOR: Fights in d&d are really no different than any other challenge, they're a hurdle you as a DM employ to introduce drama to a narrative and engage your players, not all that different from a locked door or an obstinate NPC that needs to be convinced. The difference is that when you call initiative, you are shining a spotlight on the moment to moment decisions your party makes when time is limited and greatly raising the stakes: Seconds matter in combat, quick thinking matters, mistakes matter.

To use a simple example, recently I ran a road encounter where the party came across a gnomish merchant who's wagon had been attacked by predatory flightless birds. The question wasn't "can the party defeat the birds", I knew they could, the question was " Can the party defeat the birds before they eat this poor gnome who will be a friend/ally to them later"

The reason you're having problem with tactics and being worried about killing your party is that you're thinking about combat as its own isolated thing rather than a dramatic beat as part of a larger story. Most fights in D&D are NOT about attacking the party directly: Instead the baddies have something they want to accomplish (Take, devour, defend, slay) and it's a question of whether the heroes can stop them before they accomplish their mission. Combat only takes 2-4 rounds generally, which is a limited time for your players to put their thumbs on the scale and try to alter the course of events. Tactics are emergent out of goals, so think about what your minions would want to happen and how they would've gone about achieving it before the party comes by to wreckingball through their carefully laid plans.

Another example: An enemy force is attacking a castle the party are guests at, looking to secure hostages in preparation for a coup attempt by a rival noble. While the villains' over all job is to capture pieces, the initial wave of badguys are primarily concerned with slowing the party down to prevent them from interfering with the other attackers around the castle, meaning they'll fight defensively, potshots from cover and barring exits.

When you refocus the badguys' goals away from killing the players and towards things that push the plot in a particular direction (especially one the party would generally like to stop) you’ll have a clearer idea of what the enemies want to be doing, which not only helps you decide how they act, but also pick what enemies go into a fight.

If you're feeling totally overwhelmed another option would be to switch to a game system that focuses less on crunchy combat. It's drastic but everyone has game systems that fit better with their particular DMing style, especially in the early days when you're first developing. I'd highly recommend Forged in the Dark, or Powered by the Apocalypse systems, as they still have the punchy action-forward storytelling of d&d without having to manage much on the mechanics side.

[uceyliyahh]

24HR DOG

Summary: “please don’t call my name when I submit to you this way” Justine’s bratty attitude and smart mouth gets her in trouble causing Jey to put her in her place.

Warnings: unprotected sex, cream-pie, BDSM, hair pulling, spanking, daddy kink, mama, angel, praise kink, degradation kink, submissive, oral (M receiving), dominance, fluff at the end :)

Word count: 3203

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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OMNISCIENT

"I told you Justine nothing wasn't happening between Me and Liv it’s all for show nothing more we are actors that we are suppose to do,” Jey said as he followed Justine inside of the house.

“I didn’t like the way she was touching all over you and you seemed to enjoy it instead of pushing her away,” Justine protested going towards the kitchen getting her something to drink.

The conflict began when Liv was getting a bit too close to Jey during their conversation, which understandably upset Justine. Feeling frustrated, she decided to leave the arena, not wanting to appear insecure about the situation. After all, in the wrestling world, such interactions are often part of the storyline, with characters engaging in rivalries and dramatic moments that keep the audience engaged.

Justine was far from pleased with the dynamic unfolding between him and Liv. It seemed as though Liv was eager to be all over him, completely disregarding the fact that his girlfriend was right there, witnessing the entire scene.

Justine repeatedly voiced her discomfort with Liv Morgan's presence around Jey, but he dismissed her concerns, insisting that it was all just part of the entertainment for the fans and not genuine. Frustrated, Justine grew weary of bringing it up, not wanting to come across as controlling or insecure. Liv was undeniably attractive, and her ability to stir up drama made Justine uneasy, especially when she noticed how Liv's touch could alter her expression. Yet, Jey seemed completely unfazed by it all.

Justine was making an effort to steady her nerves, maintaining her distance from him. The lingering scent of Liv's perfume clung to him, and Justine knew she couldn't be near that unless he changed his clothes. As she heard his footsteps approaching from behind, she felt his powerful arms encircle her waist, enveloping her in a familiar embrace.

She caught a whiff of that girl's perfume lingering on his clothes, and in an instant, she pushed him away, leaving him completely taken aback. “Yo’ what the fuck Justine,” Justine looked at him while rolling her eyes at him folding her arms.

“I don’t need you around me smelling like that bitch at your job Jey,” She remarked.

“Aye, don’t disrespect her like that. She didn’t do anything to you so why are you calling her names like that?” Justine was taken aback as he spoke, unable to comprehend why this man was standing up for her of all people, especially when he seemed oblivious to Liv's flirtatious behavior and her desire to get closer to him.

She felt a growing sense of inadequacy in her role, believing she was failing to keep him satisfied. It was as if he sought affection elsewhere, allowing others like Liv to caress him and claim him as their own. Justine shook her head in disbelief; she simply couldn’t tolerate this behavior from him any longer.

“I’m done having this conversation with you, you don’t understand at all Jey and that’s the problem,”

“What? That you’re insecure? I keep on tryna tell yo’ ass that nothing isn’t goin’ on between me and her but instead you wanna keep arguing over and over; over the same shit,”

“You’re being dramatic Justine, overreacting for nun,” Justine felt a surge of anger as she listened to him dismiss her feelings, labeling her as “dramatic” and “overreacting” about a woman who had the freedom to touch him at work while she was expected to remain silent.

“Me? Overreacting? Over a fucking bitch that is allowed to fucking touch you when it’s not me? You’re so unbelievable I swear to god you’re I guess you need the fucking attention since apparently I don’t give you that enough,” Justine felt a surge of emotion as she spat, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. As she gazed into his eyes, it struck her how indifferent he appeared, almost as if the entire situation meant nothing to him.

“Sometimes I fucking hate you because you don’t care stupid asshole,” She whispered softly before making her way upstairs to find some relief.

Jey was taken aback by her words, prompting a dark chuckle to escape him as he looked at her. “the fuck did you just say? Mumbling underneath your breath and shit,” Jey asked.

“It doesn’t matter nigga, leave me alone. As a matter a fact go ahead and get some attention from that whore Liv seems like yo’ bitch ass love the attention from her than your own girlfriend,” With that Justine proceeds to head upstairs towards their shared bedroom until Jey snatched her ass up by the hair pulling her back as she looked up at him intensely.

She could interpret his facial expressions, and it was clear he was furious—truly enraged by her words—as he roughly tugged at her hair again.

“You wanna repeat what you just said angel? Because you know I could fuck the attitude out of you,” His voice resonated with a deep, gravelly tone that seemed to slice through her.

When she failed to answer his question, Jey realized he had her exactly where he wanted. He looked down at her neck, showering it with gentle, lingering kisses that sent a warm flutter through Justine. Despite the intoxicating sensations, she fought to maintain her anger, frustrated that he didn’t grasp her feelings.

“S-stop…I’m not falling for this,” She muttered trying to fight him off.

He released his grip on her hair, shifting his hand to her neck and drawing her nearer to him. Their lips barely grazed, while their noses met softly. Jey locked his gaze onto her eyes, which were brimming with pure desire.

“You goin’ to listen me and listen to me good, I want you to head upstairs in our bedroom take them fucking clothes off and grab that collar from the dresser and put it on for me you hear me mama?” Jey's voice lowered several tones, infused with a heightened sense of aggression as he made his demand.

Justine shook her head, “no, I’m not doing that. Go do this shit with Liv and leave me alone you don’t even want me when you get all the attention from her,” She pushed him away, but he quickly seized her by the back of her throat, clearly fed up with her games.

“Why do you have to be a fucking brat huh? I got something for that ass c’mon since you don’t wanna fucking listen to me,” Jey effortlessly lifted Justine onto his shoulders, as if she were weightless, and made his way to their shared bedroom.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry daddy!” Justine cried out as tears were falling from her cheeks.

While she was shackled on his lap to prevent her from escaping, Jey was delivering her hard spanks on her ass cheeks while he proceeded to smack her ass some more.

“You don’t sound to convincing mama, say it like you fucking mean it.” Jey demanded as he whack her ass harshly causing her to whine in pain.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! I won’t disrespect you anymore! Please!” She pleaded, her gaze fixed on him from behind, tears brimming in her eyes, poised to spill over. He noticed her distress, yet it didn’t affect him; in fact, it was exactly the reaction he desired, relishing her submission to his will.

“Now you wanna beg huh? After being a bitch, you like being a bratty bitch don’t you? Just get me all riled up and shit,” She felt her pussy throb from the way he was yelling taunts at her and then spanking her further.

Justine lowered her head, surrendering to his whims, feeling utterly powerless in situations like this. It was in that moment she felt the sharp tug of the leash, forcing her to look up, revealing her tear-streaked face, a mix of tears and snot betraying her vulnerability.

“Knees now, don’t disappoint me angel.” Justine followed instructions obediently, kneeling in anticipation as he loosened the drawstring of his sweats. The moment he did, she couldn't help but notice the undeniable desire he had for her.

After lowering his boxers, Jey's long, thick cock sprung free, nearly striking Justine in the face. He put his hand in her hair and drew her closer to his pulsating cock, which ached for her lips to touch it. “Open yo’ mouth for me mama,” and that she did as he sticked his dick inside of her mouth feeling the tip hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag.

He pulled back gazing down at her, “Relax yo’ throat angel,” As he started stroking in and out of her mouth and watching her take him completely in her throat, she relaxed her throat as instructed.

As he kept thrusting himself inside of her mouth Justine kept her eyes close not wanting to lookup him while doing so causing him to grip onto her hair more tightly, “Look up at me angel, lemme’ see how good I’m fucking that pretty face of yours,” her puppy eyes looked up at him swirling her tongue around the head of his dick.

“Mhmm, just like that mama. Taking me so well like an obedient angel you’re for me hm?” Justine kept her lips into an “o” shape as he kept on thrusting inside of her warm mouth.

He drove more and more within her mouth, causing drool to flow from her lips to the floor from her chin while maintaining eye contact. He felt her cheeks hollow out and her tongue caress him as he flung his head back in pleasure.

As he pushed his dick deeper into her throat, nearly creating a barrier, Jey bit the bottom of his lip and looked down at her with his dark, lustful eyes. He tilted her head to change the angle, then pushed his hips forward, sliding past the curve of her throat.

She swallowed around his cock and half-gagged, enjoying the searing sensation she was experiencing at the moment. She felt his balls slip down her chin, which relaxed her neck further and allowed him to glide a few more inches down her throat.

The room was filled with his moans and dirty vulgar words that was speaking out of his mouth like a sailor.

“Such a good girl for me mama, you goin’ to eat this nut up for daddy?” He grunted as Justine nodded her head obeying him.

He had a nice rhythm going on as he continued to fuck her throat in an attempt to get his high, and it was so lovely to hear her gurgling in his dick that a smirk turned to his face.

She was breathing through her nose to gather herself while Jey fucked her through it. She willed her throat to relax, knowing that every spasm tightened it and made him more aroused.

As he slammed into her throat, Justine felt her pussy soaking and throbbing for his touch. She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks and all of her drool dropping across her breast.

It was a beautiful sight to see from his eyes, “you’re so beautiful mama, so beautiful pup,” he moaned out feeling his dick twitching inside of her mouth.

As he viciously fucks her throat in, his balls tighten, making his rhythm halt when he sees sweat trickle down his cheeks. Her throat turns into the ideal cock sleeve for him and him alone.

He ground into her, pushing his cock deeper inside of her throat as his warm seeds filled up her throat so nicely causing her to swallowed it all; all of it as he let out a satisfying moan escape his lips.

Jey was fucking her balls deep from the back pulling onto the leash that was connected to the collar causing her to moan out his name begging him to slow down.

“Fuckkk! Daddy!” Justine moaned.

“Take this dick like a good pup you’re mama, give me your body.” he growled thrusting in and out of her gushy insides.

Jey gave her a few whacks on her ass cheeks while holding onto the leash making sure that she didn’t escape nor fall onto the bed he wanted her back arched to the sky. Her pussy was clenching onto him as her milky cream coated up his dick so nicely.

He loved the sight of her cream coating him up so well causing him to rub his thumb around her second hole before placing his thumb inside of it gaining more control of her as she moaned at the feeling.

“You know I love you and only you mama, why you gotta act like that hm?” He breathed out, “why you gotta act out like this?” He moaned out pulling onto her leash so that her body can collide with his gripping onto her chin.

“I-I’m sorry..daddy…ouuu fuck…” she mewled out gazing into his eyes while he bored into hers.

He placed a soft kiss on her lips pounding away as her ass was ricocheting off his hips hearing nothing but skin slapping against each other filling up the whole entire room.

“you sorry pup? hm?” Justine nodded her head having tears willed up in her eyes begging him.

That didn’t matter though he kept his hand around her chin as they kept eye contact with each other feeling his hand slithering down her pussy and began rubbing her clit which made her jolt.

“Joshuaaa….pleasee fuck…” she begged.

“Keep begging for me pup, be a good girl for daddy aight?” Jey rubbed her clit in a fast motion watching her crumbling at his touch as she clenched her pussy some more.

She wanted to keep her eyes close but didn’t want to get in trouble so she kept them opened watching him losing himself inside of her throwing his head back in pleasure biting onto the bottom of his lip.

Hearing her whines and moans fill up the room.

“Daddy…please…I’ll be a good girl next time…fuck please,”

“I know you’ll be a good girl next time pup, fuck your pussy feels so good mama,”

“You be worrying about the wrong shit, when I’m coming home to you right?” His dick was kissing her cervix so sweetly as she couldn’t take it anymore pleading with this man.

“Yes…d-daddy…I’m finna…fuck…can I cum daddy? Please daddy?” Justine pleaded as she felt a knot forming inside of her stomach.

Her eyes were pleading and begging for him just like a puppy, he was pummeling her inner walls taking his thumb out from her second whole gripping onto her hips as he continued use his other hand rubbing her clit faster and faster.

“Make a mess on me pup, I want it all,” his gentle whispers sent shivers down her spine.

She felt herself clenching down onto him as she let out a loud moan feeling her juices flowing out from her as it was dripping down her leg leaving her body shaking and wanting to collapse down onto the bed but knowing that Jey wouldn’t let her.

She felt exhausted and defeated by her intense orgasm that she just experienced tiredly looking into his eyes as he made out with her passionately while beating her now sensitive insides. His tongue was exploring her mouth savoring the taste of her lips, he pulled the bottom on her lips back before going back in tonguing her down like no other.

Justine was fully aware, deep within her heart, that her love for him was unwavering, even amidst her concerns during their time apart. She understood that his feelings for her were equally strong, and that Liv Morgan held no significance in his life as long as he returned to Justine. Ultimately, that was all that truly mattered to her.

“You mines mama, all mine.” He muttered between the kiss.

“I’m yours daddy?” She responded back gaining that reassurance that she always wanted.

“Mhmm, all mines pup. where you want this nut at huh?”

At this point she couldn’t care less where she wanted at she wanted this to be over with so that she could get some sleep.

“Nut inside of me daddy, your precious pup wants all of your nut,” that’s all he needed to hear from her lips as he pushed down on the mattress smushing her face into her fucking her silly.

“Joshuaaaa!” He was eager to get his nut and wasn't stopping for anyone, not even her, as he pounded her gushy pussy. He didn't want to hear any of that.

He hissed at the pleasure that he was feeling of her pussy feeling so warm while he was deep inside of that he was fucking her until she started to see stars at this point, letting her mind become foggy at the moment.

His hand was on her head pressing it down on the bed rolling his eyes in the back of his head feeling his balls tightened, clenching his thighs as he fucked her roughly.

“Fuckk daddy…I can’t take it…” she cried out earning a slap on her left ass cheek.

“Hold out for me mama, I’m almost there fuck,” Jey breathed out while watching her swollen pussy swallowing him up whole.

His balls were slapping against her clit driving her insane as she couldn’t really do anything since her hands were in handcuffs so she managed to throw her ass back on him helping him chase his high.

He pulled onto the handcuffs matching her movements so they could have a perfect rhythm together moaning and groaning at the satisfaction.

“Just like that mama, such a good puppy for daddy. C’mon c’mon make daddy nut.” His praises were making her more wet than ever.

Justine could feel another orgasm creeping up on her as she continues to throw circles around his cock feeling the head of his dick kissing her cervix once more, “ouuu daddy…daddy…” she had her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

He felt his dick twitching again looking down at his view; his perfect view of his girlfriend’s ass ricocheting off of him getting a handful of her ass in his available hand slapping it.

“I’m finna cum daddy…I’m finna cum…”

“Me too pup, lemme bust one in you mama,”

Jey slammed into her one last mixing his nut with her juices as they both let out a satisfying moan at the feeling as his warm seeds were shooting ropes after ropes deep inside of her inner walls, he slowly pulled out from her spreading her legs apart seeing all his nut dripping out from her aching pussy.

Justine fell onto the bed, struggling to keep her eyes open, but ultimately succumbed to sleep. Meanwhile, Jey, exhausted yet amused, watched her with a chuckle as he carefully unlocked the handcuffs from her wrists and removed the collar from her neck.

He gently returned them to the drawer before moving toward Justine, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her closer to him. Jey pressed a tender kiss on her temple as he enveloped them both in the warm blanket.

“I love you mama, only you pup,” He whispered as he drifted himself to sleep.

- fin 💚

A/n: phew lawd 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

tbh while it is a little funny for me to go "incest power up" about my writing i do think that consistently grappling difficult and harrowing subject matter in interesting narrative ways played a huge part in my writings improvement over time - because i was constantly having to challenge and think very critically about material i was engaging with.

aside from me simply writing a lot - and even though i write a lot of sexually explicit content, needing to interrogate a characters thought process is probably what altered my writing style the most over the last few years

writing yandere gojo was a huge turning point in my writing career because it really really challenged me to think from the perspective of someone insane and learn how to demonstrate their thoughts and choices with some semblance of realism. it also taught me how to get my audience to suspend disbelief - something done through writing consistent characterization and not just hoping they will for the sake of my story. i felt like i understood that better when writing through that lens.

with dark content in particular - i felt that writing was more likely to feel cheap and for shock value when i sanitized it and did not hold true to the chain of events that led up to something. even the eroticism of a horrible thing requires extensive understand about the circumstances needed to make the work feel alive and physical

and im not a perfect writer (not even a good one some days i fear sdkjfsdj) but i think it is my ability to do these things that makes up for other critiques i have for myself like my lack of polish and complete inability to write prose (my language is very simple rip. idk if this will ever get better but alas)

i think though - it's not that you need to write dark content but you need to consistently write things that challenge you in some way as an author to improve. you need to do something that is very daunting to you and then try to navigate that - whatever daunting may mean for you personally

[transmutationisms]

i admittedly don't know much about lynch or his work; would love to hear more of your thoughts irt your last post

i've written more on lynch (mostly twin peaks) in my twin peaks tag but to be very general, i think that many people who talk about his work, and i'm very much including a lot of professional writers and critics here, fundamentally misunderstand the way he uses symbolic visual language and write him off as basically making beautiful nonsense when in truth, his work generally does have very overt and deliberate meanings and arguments to it, only you do have to actually parse the role that his signs & symbols play structurally in the formation of a narrative. again being reductive and simplistic, but: most people would have a great deal more confidence interpreting lynch if they thought of him as working in a german expressionist tradition, rather than what i usually hear described as 'surrealism'—by which they really mean to denote a kind of vulgar nihilist / absurdist stance that reduces all symbols to nonsense and thus obviates the need to actually read them.

to take an example that really annoys me, i don't know if you've seen inland empire (would recommend!) but i can't tell you how many times i've seen people dismiss the giant rabbit-headed sitcom bits as "surreal", "absurdist", or just "lynchian" (this means nothing in this context). if the visual symbols of the film are supposed to tell us what environment laura dern's character is in, and are supposed to correspond 1:1 to that environment, then the sitcom bits make no sense. on the other hand, what i would propose is that lynch typically projects his characters' psychological needs, wants, and anguishes outward onto the environments they occupy, rather than configuring the environment as a thing-in-itself that impresses upon the characters. inland empire is a film about the creative (including but not limited to artistic) process. what, then, can we surmise about laura dern (im sorry i saw this film thrice & don't remember the characters' names) from the intrusion of a sitcom into her increasingly dizzying, borderline dissociative work as an apparently precariously respectable actor? analogously to the way lynch brings the formal elements of a soap opera to his idyllic PNW small town in twin peaks, the sitcom format in inland empire introduces an altered logic into a story form that we might otherwise expect to read and follow in very different ways. the rabbits that laura dern sees are not random imagery denoting generic insanity; they are deliberately chosen pieces that tell us what she fears in taking on this artistic project, and how her vision of herself and her work must articulate along the sort of formal demarcation that differentiates a hollywood production from a children's television show from a verite documentary and so forth. the rabbit sitcom is supposed to be destabilising, but not because it's random or nonsensical.

i of course wouldn't reduce lynch's entire artistic outlook to only one mode of engagement or symbology, but broadly i do think that failing to parse his expressionistic use of symbolism is at the root of a lot of responses to his work (both positive & negative) that fail to actually say anything or derive any meaning. this is how people miss the extremely glaring reaganisms of twin peaks or blue velvet, for example. these symbols are not hidden, nor are they random. the association of the demon bob with the us bombing of hiroshima and nagasaki is a visually asserted statement about evil as lynch understands it. the factory landscapes in eraserhead (here the german-expressionist influence is quite overt) don't just represent the encroachment of a modernist (derogatory) environment into the dad's family life; they are also framed & shot & dressed to be a reflection of how he perceives his work, his social reproduction via his son, and the broader social context in which he lives. again i don't mean to reduce lynch's filmmaking ethos to one single aesthetic method lol—but, this is certainly a huge constitutive element of a lot of what he did, and it matters to me both because (again there is more on this in the link above) his work is profoundly, obviously conservative in ways that a shocking number of people miss or deny—and because, despite that, i get a lot of enjoyment from his technical skill and craft as a filmmaker, specifically including the way that he uses visual language & symbols as richly articulated projections of his characters and their various trials & tribulations.

[myokk]

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[after-witch]

Look I just got engaged and Im here to feed my own delusions SO (also I love your writing sm!!!)

"What on earth are you doing crashing my wedding like this?" - to Hisoka.

notes: yandere, blood, non-graphic violence

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You're grateful for the fact that he showed up in your modest little bridal suite prior to the ceremony, rather than storming into the chapel as you were saying your vows.

He leans against the closed door--he locked it, too, you noticed--and gives you a familiar look of appraisal. There's pleasure in his eyes but something else, too. Something that is a little too reminiscent of the corner edge on a playing card.

"I'm stopping you from making a dumb mistake. You really think you're getting married to some low-tier nobody? Especially without my say-so?"

Your fist clenches in the delicate skirt of your gown until you remember how fragile it is--it belonged to your soon-to-be-spouse's grandmother--and you force your fingers to relax, smoothing out the antique lace.

"Why wouldn't I? We're in love."

Hisoka doesn't say anything for a moment.

Then he throws his head back and laughs until tears form in his eyes. They smudge his eyeliner.

"You might love them, darling, but I'm afraid the sentiment isn't quite returned. At least, not all that strongly. Certainly not strong enough for a wedding."

He wants you to ask. You don't want to ask.

But you do, anyway, because that's the game you've played with Hisoka for years. And he knows you always cave in.

"What do you mean?"

Hisoka pushes himself away from the door and approaches you. You know better than to run; the sticky memory of Bungee Gum crawls traitorously over your skin.

He doesn't stop until he's invading your space, until you've got nowhere to go unless you climb on top of the vanity behind you and use it as a seat.

"You do look pretty," he murmurs, leering down at you. "Are you wearing something nice underneath, for the honeymoon?" He leans in closer, a hand going to the fabric of your dress. "Can I check?"

You grimace and consider jabbing him with an eyeliner pencil left on the table behind you. It's not worth it--you might get some on your dress. You settle for smacking his hand away, and he lets you, pouting his lips at the pretend hurt.

"Hisoka. Answer my question."

Hisoka gives you one more appreciative glance before he grins.

"Ah! That. My dear, they began running the very moment I killed the priest at the alter. Didn't even try to help the old man." He grinned and ran a finger through his hair; a card appeared in his fingers and he flipped it back and forth. "I generously told them I was going for you next, and you know what they did?"

"Shut up!" You press your hands over your ears, but it doesn't blot out his words--the thought of the dead priest bleeding out--it doesn't blot out Hisoka.

"They ran out of the church and didn't even look back."

It's your wedding day and your priest is dead and the love of your life left you to die.

"Someone," you force out, voice croaking, mind scrambling for purchase on some bit of hope. "Someone else will come for me." Your mind frantically races over the guest list. Your future father-in-law, he would surely come running up the stairs. Or your uncle and your cousins. Or your friends. One of the other priests at the church, who would do anything to save an innocent like you.

"Oh, sweetness." Hisoka's voice is thick with honey.

He leans in close and brushes the flat end of the card against your cheek. There's something warm and wet on it, and a metallic tinge forces its way into your nostrils.

"What makes you think anyone is still alive down there?"