#Shame on me tbfh

[beware-of-you-98]

A hc that people can try and pry from my cold dead hands is that penelope garcia is a paramore stan

[slutforsidewalks]

I love having a desk job I love doing nothing and getting paid for it I reorganized my entire Google drive and drank free coffee and used the nice bathroom and played a silly phone game this morning. I am viewed as an incredibly productive and hard worker and they wish I wasn't temporary

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 27 - Spanking]

Pairing: Hard Dom!Taehyung x f. Brat!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, rich!Taehyung

Kinks: insinuations that he spoils her rotten <3, lingerie kink, making him jealous on purpose and he knows it, sexting, getting him riled up only to deny him, buff!Taehyung working out to build off steam, he is taller than her, he pretends to be angry with her cause she’s into it, choking (f.receiving), hair pulling (f.receiving), spanking, praise, he calls her ‘brat’ like twice, strength kink, pussy rubbing over clothes, there are yoga pants involved and he just- fuck read for yourselves, he might be rough with her but this is so so consensual, just so you know you will all feel edged after this story :)

Wordcount: 2.3k

a/n: i’m not one to kink shame but the fact that you didn’t choose penetrative sex or oral ruined me omfg oh lord i feel like you were trying to edge me with this :’) i wanted to make him eat her out from behind and then fuck her into a creampied mess and yet i had to stop before that could happen </3 heartbreak would be easier to bear JFJADSFJ no but seriously, obviously i’m not actually mad hehe you choose what you feel comfortable with and i’ll work with it <3 love you baby <3 also, i need Tae to be rough with me tbfh ps: i saw that you wanted the bedroom but I thought of tae in the gym and had to write it there, forgive me my creative freedom JFJADSFJ

You have been pushing his buttons today. At first he thought that it was his fault, that perhaps he woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and you weren’t actually trying to annoy him. But then he saw the way you eyed him when he supposedly wasn’t looking and he knew that he wasn’t imagining it. He began enjoying it then, increasing his act of annoyance for your pleasure.

You have been surprisingly quiet for a while now however and Taehyung starts to wonder if he imagined it after all. Maybe he was grumpy and you were entirely innocent. Oh goodness, what if you are quiet right now because his acts of annoyance made you insecure? Shit, did he misunderstand the situation?

His music turns off. Taehyung lifts his head, lowering the dumbbells for now. You entered the home gym, dressed in tight yoga pants and a sports bra. The bra just so happens to open in the front with a zipper. The music turns back on, except that it is your music playing.

Taehyung stands up from the bench, smiling lopsidedly with his tongue in his cheek. He definitely didn’t misunderstand the situation, you are still very much trying to push his buttons.

“What are you playing at now?” he asks.

“Nothing. Just didn’t like the music.”

“Yeah?” His eyes follow you as you strut to the warm up section. “Well, it just so happens that I liked it.”

You get on all fours to do some yoga stretches. Taehyung gawks at your ass, because you clearly are not on this mat for stretches. This is just another part of your plan to make him lose his mind.

“Really? But it was so bad.”

Taehyung tenses his jaw, lowering his eyes at you. Fuck, it’s driving him insane.

It all started when you strutted around the bedroom this morning, dressed in nothing but his favourite set of lingerie. Which you never do. You did your hair and make-up in it, sitting on the vanity chair at an angle which really showed off your ass. Which you never do. All while you told him about the “weird” co-worker who stared at you yesterday. Which you never do because you know it makes him jealous. It was an act. It made him crazy for you and you proceeded to haunt his mind during work. He imagined how it would have been if he gave in and bent you over that vanity. How it would have been if he slid those panties to the side and drilled your pussy until you were dripping with him. How it would have been if he fucked the brat out if you until you were cock obedient again.

But alas, he didn’t act on his urges and you made him pay the price by torturing him from afar all day. You sent him selfies, talked about how you regret wearing the panties because they rub your pussy when you walk, proceeded to send him more selfies and an update that you couldn’t take it anymore and you went commando. Taehyung swears that he wanted to quit work just so he could get to your work place and fuck you in the broom cabinet.

But alas, he couldn’t and he had to wait until he came home. Which made him realise that you were still scheming. He came home to dinner and you in your work clothes chatting to some of your colleagues. Taehyung’s desires to take you against the kitchen counter or on the dining table had to wait and he had to enjoy a faux friendly dinner with you and your stupid colleagues.

You left him to clean the kitchen, excusing yourself on a walk around the block. You were gone before Taehyung could retaliate. And he decided to built off steam by working out.

Which takes this story to the current moment. You arching your back in a downdog position while you hold eye contact in the mirror.

“Seriously, what are you fucking playing at today?” he hisses.

You finish your stretch, sitting up sensually.

“What do you mean?”

“First, you walk around in my favourite set, then you make me jealous with your stupid co-worker story, then you send me selfies and talk about going commando. I come home, wanting to fuck you senseless only to realise that you invited said co-worker and some for dinner. And now this. What is your fucking plan?”

You turn on the mat, giving him innocent puppy eyes.

“You wanted to fuck me?” you ask, fluttering your lashes.

“Oh, shut up. I know exactly what you’re playing at.”

“Shut up?” you ask, making sad eyes at him.

Taehyung closes the distance and falls to his knees. He grabs your cheeks with three fingers, forcing you to look into his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry mon amour, but the time to be kind to you is over. I told you to shut up and I meant it.”

You moan softly, pressing your legs together. You touch his strong chest.

“I don’t wanna shut up.”

“Yes.” Taehyung slides his hand to your neck. “Yes, you do. You fucking need it.”

Pressure on your veins. Dizziness, bliss, warmth. Your head blurs, you feel like floating. He scans his darkened eyes over your face and tits.

“I don’t get you. I treat you so well, I buy you everything could ever wish for, I fuck you until you’re unable to walk and yet you treat me like this.”

The pressure on your veins grows, your pleasure grows with it. He licks his lips, tongues his cheek lazily.

“Huh? What am I doing not enough of, mon amour?”

He tilts your head closer, letting you taste a kiss which he never truly feeds you. You have to be happy with the flavour of his words and the ghost of his breath. You feel high because of it, soaking up every word.

“Do I need to take you out more? Buy out more stores for you? Or have I simply not fucked you hard enough lately?”

Closer. His lips brush yours. You moan and slide your hands to the back of his neck, twisting his hair. If he keeps holding your neck hostage like this, you will never be the same again. It feels so good.

“What’s it, mon amour? Time, money or sex?”

“You”, you croak out.

He cocks his brow up, “me?”

“You. I need more of you.”

“And you gotta act like that all day? All you had to fucking do was ask.”

“Could I? I haven’t been a priority to you in ages.”

He scoffs and moves away. You and he both know that this was a lie. He fucking spoils you rotten. There is nothing that is missing. Both physically, emotionally and materialistically. You are spoiled beyond comparison and he knows that you are aware of it. This is, yet again, another part of your bratty plan to get a punishment.

“Hah”, he lets out and scoffs again. He lets go of your throat, sitting back on the weight bench next to the mat. He spreads his legs for it, giving you total view of his crotch in those tight grey sweats of his’. “Now you are just being a fucking brat.”

You bite down on your lower lip, looking proud of yourself. It almost makes him break his character. You are so adorable when you’re being proud of yourself. But he has to be stronger than his fluttering heart.

“But you’re aware of that, aren’t you?”

You nod your head, scooting closer to him in anticipation.

Taehyung scans you from head to toe. You have your thighs pressed together and your hands folded on your lap. You are so pretty. He falls in love with you over and over again each day.

He leans back, nodding his head at his own lap.

“Get on here before I run out of patience.”

You stand up and sit down. He stops you before that could happen however, holding your wrist tightly.

“You and I both know that this isn’t what I meant. Get on my lap like the brat you are.”

You mewl, following his order embarrassingly well. Listen, all you wanted all day was to be spanked. Can one blame you for your sudden obedience when it meant you are getting what you wanted? Of course not. You are just a woman after all. A woman with the hottest boyfriend on earth.

You lay down on his lap, stomach first and ass in the air. Taehyung purrs in contentment, running his big hands over your hips and ass.

“There we go. You did something right”, he praises and slides his hand between your legs to rub your pussy over your pants. He does it mindlessly, as if he wasn’t actually doing it, but you are so riled up at this point that it makes your knees buckle.

You gasp and moan, chasing his touch which doesn’t seem to end.

“You’re so pretty on my lap, mon amour”, he rasps, dancing his other hand to your hair. He grabs a bundle of it and tilts your  head back.

The tug burns, dragging a moan from your lips. Your eyes meet your own reflection, forcing another moan out of you. You look so owned. It's perfect. He smirks at you in the mirror.

“Don’t you agree?”

You try to nod your head as best as his tight grip allows you. It increases the burn of your scalp and the warmth between your legs. Taehyung makes it even hotter with his long fingers on your pussy. He keeps contact, sliding his thumb to your rim. He presses down, forcing you to gasp and flinch. He doesn’t let you flee, pulling you back by your hair.

“A-ah”, you let out, mouth falling open and hips rutting back into his hand.

“So pretty”, he purrs, licking his lips sensually, “and so wet. Fuck, if there weren’t these stupid pants between my hand and you…” he trails off, running is eyes along your body. He purrs to himself and lets go of your hair because he clearly is planning to do something.

You keep your head lifted, watching him with a racing pulse.

Taehyung grabs bundles of the fabric, twists and rips it by the middle seam. His arms and chest bulge and flex as he does it. Your legs shake. Within a few seconds, you are bare and your pants are ruined. Your ass and pussy are on completely display, your thoughts are a mess.

“No panties. Of course. I didn’t expect anything else from you”, he spits and connects his hand with your freshly exposed ass.

You yelp up in surprise, knees buckling and stomach knocking into his lap. He really made sure that the spank would hurt, giving you no time to recover by landing another spank on your tender flesh.

It burns and hurts, dragging his name from your tongue in a needy mewl. A third spank forces your head to drop.

“Hey! Look at yourself”, he barks, dragging your head up by your hair. He keeps a tight grip on it afterwards, staring deep into your hazy eyes as his other hand spanks your tender ass.

You moan and sob at the same time, dripping on the floor because you feel so goddamn fucked. His eye contact, his rough handling, his punishing hands; all of it feels like he is making angry love to you and it’s fucking spiritual.

He practically makes himself into your god with two consecutive spanks on your ass, following it with his fingers dragging themselves through your folds and over your hole. They don’t linger. He simply grabbed you with enough possessiveness that his fingers slipped to your heat naturally and as he pulled back for another spank, they gave you a glimpse of heaven.

“Please”, you beg because of it, lifting your hips in sync with him striking you again. It knocks your knees back into the ground, making you convulse on him because this one really burns so deep. You scrunch your face, sobbing his name.

Taehyung smiles proudly, breaking eye contact to look at your exposed heat instead.

“Mhhhhhm amour”, he purrs, smirk morphing into a dark, taunting smile, “you’re leaking down your thighs.” He drags his fingers through the mess and licks it off.

“Tae please”, you beg, leaking even more.

He moans sensually, ending his tasting with a bop of his lips.

“So sweet. It’s a shame that you don’t deserve my mouth tonight”, he says and spanks you surprisingly.

“Ah!” you scream and tremble, reaching up to grab his strong under arm. The zipper of your sports bra opens just enough to give him view of your squished tits. They sit so prettily in the tiny piece of fabric.

Taehyung feels the need to spank you for it. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times and a fifth because you whimpered so sweetly with the fourth one. He spreads you afterwards with one hand. His fingers are long – and strong – enough to do so easily. Your pussy and rim are throbbing around nothing, glistening in your juices. It takes everything inside him not to stuff you with his fingers and cock at the same time.

“Breathe for me”, he tells you, watching in delight how breathing makes your empty holes clench and flutter. “Shit. So sexy”, he says and spanks you.

One.

Two.

Three.

You yelp and twitch with each spank.

Four.

You collapse into him, spilling tears. The way your body hangs over his lap, weak and slack, lets him know that he truly broke you. A few more spanks and you would orgasm. One touch to your pussy and you would do it even sooner.

“Perfect. This is perfect”, he says and twists his hand deeper into your hair. He tugs, forcing you to kneel.

You follow him barely, spilling tears from the intense tug. But what truly makes you cry is the emptiness between your legs. You need him so much.

“You’re prettiest when you’re like this”, Taehyung says and steps closer.

You reach for him, opening your mouth like a starving animal. He simply scoffs in amusement and walks past you.

“Huh?”

He walks out the door.

“Tae?”

The door closes.

“Tae. No. Please come back, please.”

[cultpastorkevin]

Cult Tips for AFTG writers

notes from the resident ex-cult pastor

If you’re in the cult, there is nothing bizarre abt what’s happening and in fact the normal stuff that happens outside of it is what’s bizarre to you. Target? Weird. McDonald’s? Even weirder. I can like guarantee Jean and Kevin never had McDonald’s until they left the Nest.

When you leave, you’re gonna be paranoid as fuck. All the time. Ngl at least for weeks but sometimes for years. Nightmares and insomnia 24/7. Hallucinations too lmao Riko is in every corner of empty rooms and you can hear his voice echo in the confines of the lockers.

I see a lot of Jean wanting to go back to the Nest, but not a lot of Kevin wanting to go back. He definitely struggled, 100%. In fact when he was in the pits of agony from his broken hand, was when he probably wanted to go back the most. Cult is home, cult is safe. Four walls you’ve always known and while it’s a cage at least it’s dependable. They hurt you but by god it always works out and the reward of pushing through this tragic incident is greater than the terror it caused in the first place. It’s a gift, actually. A gift from Riko. He saved Kevin. Cults save you. Cults make you wanna return to them like damn homing pigeons bruh. Give me more shattered hand Kevin screaming at Wymack to let him go back home and having a breakdown when he’s denied fics thanks

Piggybacking off the last one: cults are saviors; you’re nothing without them and they make sure you truly believe that; that everything that is done to you is for you and you’re blessed for it to be happening. You’re lucky even, to be allowed in it. Everything is as it’s supposed to be and order must never be challenged, because it works, and you’re the Edgar Allan Ravens, and this is the most honorable place you could be. All the pain you go through is you earning the right to be saved and to prove your worth every day on court. Only the worthy are honored.

You justify everything that happened and you will start fights and get angry with people who try to correct you and tell you it was wrong what went on.

On the other hand, you blame yourself for everything ever that happened there whether you were at fault or not. Hurting others, hurting yourself, gaslighting the fuck out of yourself over things maybe you could’ve prevented and over things you never could’ve stopped. The guilt is crippling and it eats you alive and haunts you.

There’s a lot of shame too. I see more guilt written than shame but shame is a huge portion of emotions that cult survivors have. Shits embarassing dude like “god how did I end up thinking this wack ass shit was normal” 😐 Shame comes later in the healing process usually, it’s after you have come to terms with shit that’s happened and you understand it. Looking back, you go “Jesus fucking Christ that was a red flag what the hell. Should’ve left then, or then, or then, or then” and then you’re just plain fuckin embarrassed.

Please look up how hive minds and brainwashing are created and work; also Stockholm Syndrome; understanding these would be incredibly helpful tbfh.

Diets are big; everyone eats the same thing; food is used as a reward and a punishment.

Hype hype hype. They whip up a frenzy of one singular emotion and use that to push you into a blind hysteria because you’re more suspectible to their influence when you’re out of your mind.

Drugs. Depends on the cult. But yeah these little bitches can be a huge factor for shit and can help with the brainwashing and hysteria and stockholm. Sometimes you don’t even know you’re being drugged or poisoned until you leave.

OH I ALMOST FORGOT. Dehumanization and then being treated like a person again can be traumatic as fuck yall!! Holy shit! Sometimes it feels worse than being dehumanized!

EDIT AGAIN: you don’t know what mental illness is !! Cults don’t fucking tell you these things lmao. if you show symptoms it’s your fault. Kevin being depressed his mom died was gonna get blamed on him and he was never going to be told grief is normal and it’s okay to be insanely sad. Jean also never got told his anger was correct or his trauma responses to being raped were realistic! They just got blamed for any reactions ever that weren’t neurotypical !! that is all; do with that what you will.

Idk if I think of anything else I’ll write another one but that’s all for now; I haven’t slept much lmao 🫡

[ardentpoop]

do you have any fic recs where dean does make it worse for sam pretty please <33

only including fic I've read within the past year because I don't trust my assessment of the stuff I read when I was a teenager tbfh lol

sometimes a kind of singing by adi_rotynd (@/adihildilid 💖) the singular best samndean-and-jack-and-cas fic I've found thus far by a mile. also rowena is there :) also sam's issues with food :) exactly the sort of late-seasons fic I want to read!

lethe by goldmonger what I remember from this one is that it nailed late-seasons samndean i.e. sickening (complimentary). the premise is s15 sam regressing to s1 sam which is a delicious fucking concept. jack is there!!!

try and love again by sahwen sam comes out as a woman to dean and it doesn't go well. featuring a little tiny crumb of sastiel that makes me want to cry just thinking abt it lmfao. this one has a hopeful ending!

up close, personal by themegalosaurus expands on the christmas lap dance that dean bought for sam - mentioned in 13.05. set during s10, so.... you know.

lesser evils by dyed_red this is the only wincest fic in this list and it features graphic rape, so tread lightly. I just read this one the other night so it's fresh in my mind. set during early s5. dean making sam's shame over his Monstrosity infinitely worse.

I wish i had more to recommend but I'm not exaggerating when I say it is very hard for me to find fic that meets all my criteria in this fandom. w/ that said if you have any sam-centric recs feel free to drop them in the comments <3 any ship (or no ship) is fine

also if you wanna read a weird longish exploration of samndean's relationship over the years (ft wincest and samcrowley and sastiel, among other things) then check out my thing from a few months ago: scapegoat ceremony. many flavors of Dean Making It Worse in there :)

[smute]

i think its so fascinating (i.e. fucked up) how much guilt and shame we have created around dental care and dental health when nearly EVERY ADULT is affected by cavities and tooth decay at some point in their life. and tbfh even if it wasn't as common as it is, it should still be a morally neutral problem. but the fact that it is actually that common really underscores the hypocrisy.

listen. i am convinced that half of all people with dental anxiety arent actually scared of drills or potential pain or whatever. they're scared of being judged and admonished like a little child. listen to me. people shouldnt avoid seeking help out of fear of being judged for "not taking care of their teeth." actually.

imagine if people were scared of dermatologists and avoided getting a strange-looking mole checked out because they're worried they might get judged for exposing themselves to sunlight. imagine if sunscreen was treated like flossing. oh you ARE using it? then you must be doing it wrong. good boys dont get basal cell carcinoma.

imagine if people with a broken wrist didnt go to the ER out of fear of being judged for falling off a bike. its absolutely ridiculous. but when it comes to teeth that whole nonsense is somehow seen as normal.

[saltycryptid]

The deeper I get into the supernatural seasons, the more that the specter of Cassie from season one haunts me tbfh. Where is she, what is she up to? I miss her 🥺

She was Dean's first love and they hyped up her relationship to him as something unbreakable and in future tense, and yet she has never even so much as been MENTIONED since. What happened? I know many, many side characters only get a single episode, but she had such interesting dynamic building. Especially when, as the series progresses, we get to learn about Dean more and get to watch him morph in something I am not sure she would recognize. Is she still holding out a candle for this version of him that never saw hell, that never experienced these personal horrors he has been battling ever since?

Also, just to make note so that it is not forgotten--there are some intense parallels between her and Dean! The reveal that the Winchesters are Men of Letters was both shocking and enlightening, in ways that Cassie's own deep dive into her family history echoed of. Obviously the situation is not one to one, but it's an obviously lost avenue of character development to the show. It's such a shame, and honestly, I haven't been able to get her out of my mind for months now.

[lionews]

jester calls people who use tone tags chronically online.. and then also claim that they think people are mean to them because theyre autistic... what??? jester everyone thinks youre mean because you say things that are mean! im autistic, i use tone tags because, especially over text, it is insanely easy to misread tones and miscommunicate tones. people dont HAVE to use them, but fuck you for shitting on those who do. sounds really "elderly" of me, but tbfh, shame on you bro. do better saying that it was 'just a suggestion' and that they didnt mean any harm is a straight up lie. especially proving that with the screenshots on here of them literally being excited to see people upset, "giggling a little" & "kicking my little feet". so its really hilarious that they tried pulling the autism card when they absolutely knew what they were doing. they were picking fights, like they literally always do jester hate train has been chuggin for a while, in case you couldnt tell by this essay i left LMAO i just really cant fucking stand them!

[hanasnx]

 ok confession, since i saw ur reblog of “talk huttese to me”, 

“talk huttese to me” is so good and lemme make something clear, I don’t just like it I love it, literally awakened something in me, anyhow that one smut , and many of your other smuts and even the not totally smut writings, (im a bigger stalker of yours , i just know your dick is big, your writing told me), is what made me want to write and share my own stuff, you were and still are one of my biggest inspirations and you’re basically the reason why i decided to turn my blog into something, and lemme just talk about “talk huttese to me” one more time, when i read it and reread it and reread it, there was this effect that was still there each time for me and i just loved it, and I remember writing something in my little secret diary “oh my god, just read this amazing smut, life fucking changing, imagine like an orchestra that was just beautifully playing that was all in tuned with each other, and that it was just playing so loud but in a graceful way, imagine that in writing” istg that is written down somewhere in a very pink journal of mine, so yeah im sorry im rambling and I’m sorry this got long but thank you for being your little freakish self , ok that’s all, love you :D

hi val ive been gatekeeping this message so i can read it here in my inbox over and over like omgg this is just for meee

but now i need ppl to see it bcos i love it smm. the fact THTM was the one shot of mine that i wasnt sure if it would come off the way i wanted it to, and it ended up being my most popular fic which is proof self indulgence and exploration of that self indulgence balanced with characterization does wonders. saying that it awakened something in you, and saying you just know my dick is big from my writing has me reeling tbfh. it amazes me also how this blog was inspired by another blog, and then i hear how this blog has become an inspiration to you and others is such an emotional thing for me. i cant believe i get to share that, i cant believe i get to be that.

writing in your diary about it all those absolutely kind things have me grabbing my face like uGHG all im good for is being my freakish self, so euphoric i get to do that at all

i hope you take no shit and feel no shame in the endeavor of your own creative goals as disgusting as they may be. thank you.

[bulliness]

Legit so grateful for my mom being patient with me since I turned 18. Like, she could be forcing me to pay rent and get a job, she could be threatening to kick me out if I stop school for breaks, she could've not helped with my dental work. But she has supported me throughout my severe mental health issues impacting my life and hasn't shamed me or accused me of being lazy. I don't know what I would do without her tbfh

[borathae]

HONESTLY!!!!!? THAT PICNIC IDEA????????

my mind is running fucking laps?! the possiblilties????

sorry english is not my first language so excuse any mistaques :):)

yoongi and jk...having a picnic date with oc ?

they are laying on a meadow, like the one from Eclipse, because vampires, yk????????

it's very recluded but there is a mountain trail a few metters by and you can se a few people going on climbs from time to time???

OC might be wearing something with 'easy access'?? maybe a sundress with no bra and laced on the neck????????????????

Them begging oc to let them suck on her nipples...would she be able to cum just by nip sucking??

I imagine them worshiping her so bad!!!!!!!! with one finger inside each while they suck on her goodies like the good boys they are

and taking turns to fuck her? maybe, like you said... getting close to fight over who is inside her????

or.........DVP??? D V P?????????? can she take two at the same time?????

sorry my head is doing cartweels

Never apologise for language mistakes. English isn't my first language either and even if it were, I would see no reason for shaming someone making a mistake in a language they didn't grow up in (lmaoao I'm currently watching HotD hence my poetic lanuage lmaooa) 💜

Also YES I agree with your headcanon fandsfn this is so hottt I'm so obsessed with Yoonkook & OC picnic dates nfndfn her in a flowy sundress fuckkc sorry I'm SORRY this is not part of the fantasy but all I want is for her to still wear it and for Yoongi to dissapear under it to eat her out 😶 okay back to the real deal jJFAJSDFJ them taking turns fucking her is actually so personal to me NFDNSF like what if she decides on how long each gets to fuck her?? like everytime he gets close she tells him to stop and to change with the other?? ALSO yes to DVP JFAJDSFJ they would definitely all get horny enough to end up DPing and being oh so messy and needy and fnandsnf I'm losing it over here tbfh 😩

[weirdbellything]

2, 4, 6?

2. What's your favorite kind of belly? Big? Small? Full? Empty? Soft? Taut?

it's hard to choose.....probably somewhere in the middle, size wise, and full but not 100% taut/firm. goldilocks belly kink. I enjoy a range of all of these though, as long as it's not a totally flat stomach (no body shaming, it just doesn't get me going like that. I feel nothing inside either way.) I also don't always like beach ball/100% cartoonized bellies, although you usually see that kind more in air inflation & pregnancy art, and I know some people almost exclusively enjoy that kind, that's just not me.

4.Do you have a particular type of character you like to use? Appearance, personality, etc?

yeah. to draw I tend to gravitate towards feminine, physically soft characters it seems (although not exclusively! I just don't post that much tbfh, what I end up liking best is usually in this category out of what I made). for what I like to see I love some of the supernatural or fantasy tropes like werewolves/shapeshifters or princesses or adventurers or witches etc. it just adds some whimsy to the whole thing and doesn't keep you boxed in to irl rules.

6. Are you a fan of burst teasing? If so, how far do you like to push it?

Not super familiar with the term, but I can guess. I don't really like the stuff where characters can actually "pop" or anything like that bc it tends to just take me out of it, but people complaining about being way too tight and talking about how they feel like they "might burst" is good shit. I'm very big on the idea of the internal pressure building of stuffing or bloating.

[4oh4blognotfound]

Uh-

Little Too Close- WRLD (It’s my pining song tbfh)

Dance to It- Tut Tut Child (a fricken classic)

My Type- Saint Motel (it’s Scout-core)

Human in the Evening- Fox Stevenson (one of my favorites off the album)

Shame on Me- Avicii (underrated gem of his)

Tagging @jalapenofizz, @ionlypostmymeemocs, @weezerbluu and @as8bakwthesage

If you wan of course!

Hey eyeone! I want to know what your favorite songs are, if you see this post you are CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED to reblog with at least 1 song you have listened to and enjoyed but if you have more you'd like to share then go ahead! Also tag your friends!

I'll start, I'm going to list 5 of my favorite songs

Dr Sunshine Is Dead by Will Wood

134340 Pluto by Cojum Dip

Vulture by Bear ghost

Dear John by I monster

And finally: playing places: Oceans by Cosmo Sheldrake

Here's the people I want to tag

@f4y3w00d5 @ashen-the-tiefling @terrencetheshark14 @underpaid-guard @blacktipreefsharkwizard @the-gnomish-bastard @thatgayforkcrow @lixorloveslicorice @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @agentldiddy @aileaxthevoidien @slutty-wizard-council @monsterfucker-research-wizard and anyone else who wants to play!!!

[pogueswrld]

Tasm spidey x reader smut request

*I’ve been thinking about this all day

*Say you want me, and I’m yours

😏😏

these requests have me on my knees istg

pairing: college!tasm!peter parker x college!fem!reader

warnings: switch!peter, switch!reader, desperate peter, oral (fem receiving), fingering, teasing, slight dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (this is FICTION please stay safe), breeding kink, nicknames (angel, bug boy, baby, pretty boy)

y/n was cleaning up the dishes when she heard her front door's knob jiggle repeatedly, she smiled knowing her boyfriend was finally home then giggled at how much he was struggling to get the door open.

She glances at him over her shoulder when he walked in, "You okay there?" she asks, noting the paper bags in his arms and his furrowed brows. Oh he's in a mood.

He huffs as he sets the bags down and leans on the counter, his eyes make their way to his lover as she continued with her chore. He takes a moment to notice everything about her.

She had a bandana wrapped around her head to stop her hair from bothering her, she wore his long sleeved blue shirt with shorts that reached halfway on her thighs. He noticed the way her shoulders slumped forward, giving away that she's not wearing a bra underneath his shirt, he noticed just how tight her shorts were around her skin, and he had to bite his lip to not make a noise.

He walks up from behind her and wraps his arms around her middle, "I'm okay, just—" he cuts himself off, burying his face in the crook of her neck to drown in her scent. His senses flare up when her familiar smell invaded him and he softens on her, "You smell so good." he almost moans into her skin and it makes her shudder in his hold.

Peter dips his chin closer to her skin and starts leaving soft, open mouthed kisses on her neck and because he knows her so well, he travels to the spot connecting her shoulder to her neck and he works to leave a mark. y/n grips onto the sink as another shiver of pleasure making its way to her core, "Peter," she sighs, "I have to finish this."

He makes a quiet noise of protest but doesn't stop his assault, his hold on her waist softens and travels to her hips, he grabs hold on her -his- shirt and curls it in his hands, "Please," he whines against her skin, the contact makes her tremble softly. "I need you." She sighs a moan and leans on him.

Peter presses a kiss to her lips, long enough for her to know just how desperate he is to have her but not enough for her to leave her task. "I wanna taste you." he mumbles against her lips and pulls back, y/n almost chases after his lips but bites her lip when she sees him get on his knees between her and the cabinets.

Peter looks up at her with bright, lustful eyes as he kisses his way up her thighs, his fingers hooking onto her shorts but he didn't tug them down just yet. "Finish your work." it was her turn to whine, "Peter," his eyes glisten with mischief as he slowly pulled down her shorts, "What? You're the one who said you had to finish it, right? Go ahead. Don't stop."

y/n tries to finish the dishes as soon as she could, and Peter sensed that, so as soon as he had the garment of clothing out of the way, he dived into her. He latches his lips around her clit and sucks harshly on it causing y/n's hips to buck above him and gasp in surprise, "Oh god."

Peter switches from sucking and licking her clit to pressing his tongue against her center and letting his nose give her the friction she desires. The way she whined and moaned at everything he did caused his dick to strain against his sweats, then she grabbed onto his hair and Peter couldn't help the throaty moan that escaped him. The vibrations made her squeal and roll her eyes to the back of her head, her jaw dropped as her gasps turned into heavy intakes of air.

"You look so pretty like this," he says against her, the bottom half of his face covered in her wetness, he watches the way her brows furrow and the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip when her eyes shut in pleasure, her task long forgotten. "god, you are so fucking gorgeous."

His compliments make her moan, she looks down at him and thinks she might actually cum just from the sight before her. His eyes were lidded and he lapped at her, keeping eye contact.

y/n's whole body shakes when he works his fingers into her, stretching her out because his need to have her wasn't satisfied yet. "Pe- Peter," she gasps, her grip on his roots tighten and Peter swears he's seeing stars. "don't stop, don't- oh fuck. yes, yes, yes, please" her orgasm washes over her like a cold blanket and her legs shake in his hands.

He lets out a breathy chuckle when he pulls away and stands up to his feet, he takes a quick glance at the dishes in the sink and grins, "Damn, I'm that good? Christ" her face flushes and the back of her hand slaps his shoulder, "Shut up."

He chuckles and presses his forehead to hers, his lips pucker and kiss her gently. She wraps her arms around his neck and leans into him, her front pressed tightly against his and she's suddenly reminded of his hard-on nudging against her skin. She grins and her hand latches onto his hips, helping him grind against her for some friction.

Peter moans when he realizes what she's trying to do, then he wraps his hands around her thighs and mumble, "jump" against her lips. She does, and he carries her as if she weights nothing to her bedroom.

He sits on the edge of the bed, his lover still caught up in his arms, now resting on his lap. She grinds against him, trying to tease him and relief some of the pressure at the same time. Peter hides his face in the crook of her neck and groans desperately for her, "Angel, please, it hurts." he whines against her skin and y/n fakes a pout, "aww, what do you want baby?"

Peter only moans and bucks his hips towards her own, his dick stiff in his sweats as it glides against her silky folds, "use your words bug boy, say you want me and I'm yours, it's that simple. Come on." Peter's hold on her hips tights and his nails dip into her skin, "I need you, I need you y/n please."

The rush that possesses when he begs is phenomenal, it gives her an extraordinary rush that makes her want to do whatever he desires.

That same rush makes her pull off her -his- shirt and discard it somewhere behind her and Peter releases a breathy moan at the sight of her boobs. His hands leave her hips to hold onto her boobs and he squeeze them as she does her best to pull do his pants.

"I've been- oh fuck- I've been thinking about this all day. Thinking about you." he gasps and gulps as she sinks down onto him, he throws his head back when he bottoms out and y/n whines out a moan. "god Pete you always feel so good inside me, fuck."

Peter whines as she rides him, her hips settling onto their own rhythm and he lets his right hand grip onto her behind to keep her pace going while his left one wraps around her waist so she won't fall. His lips latch and unlatch onto her nipples repeatedly.

"Angel I'm not gonna last long if you keep talking like that," he heaves and the idea of him getting off to her words caused y/n to clench around him and Peter let out a loud groan at the feeling.

"You like it when I talk dirty to you pretty boy? You're gonna cum inside me?"

He has his eyes closed, it was too much. The feeling of her around him, wrapped around him so tightly, so good, while she talked to him lewdly like that, along with the noises their combined bodies made, Peter knows he's going to cum soon.

"Yes yes yes, keep clenching around me like that, oh fuckk please don't stop" he begs and y/n whines as her legs start to burn, sensing her discomfort, Peter swiftly changes their positions without leaving her.

He drives himself into her repeatedly and jaw goes slack when he notices her rubbing her clit to reach the edge. Their breathing mixes together as their bodies are covered with sweat and their bedroom is filled with the most sinful of noises.

"Pete- Peter I'm gonna cum, oh god" Peter is almost tempted to go faster, instead he leans back on his knees and thrusts into her as his fingers do quick work on her clit, drawing figure eights and watching as she clenched around him when he pushed her over the edge.

y/n orgasms for the second time that night and the intensity of it makes Peter roll his eyes to the back of his head and lean on her as he cums inside her, making sure to thrust as deep as he could go so she could milk him of every last drop.

Her arms are wrapped around his shoulders as they both caught their breathes again, and instead of pulling away from her, Peter prepped kisses along the skin nearest to his mouth before finding her lips.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he mumbles against her lips causing her to giggle, "I love you so much." y/n coos at him as she bucks her hips, urging him to pull out. "I love you too bug boy, next time you get needy just say that, I won't ever turn you away baby."

[werehamburglar]

you know what i would love to do for a living? just fuckin... clean things. old rugs, car interiors, things like that. i had an experience when i was younger where my sibling and i helped out at a hoarder house. since we were teenagers, we weren't allowed inside, but we were allowed in the backyard, and cleaning all the dog shit and general grime off of old furniture and knick-knacks was formational to me. i never minded cleaning the church because i knew it meant i would be able to clean the toilets and really get into the unimaginable dirtinesss of the mother's room and the dust collected around and on the chalkboards. if i could do that forever, i absolutely would.

[gabbiarts]

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