#Too Many Drugs

[fawnnpaws]

I need u to hear me out on this one Ok. Ok so. listen to me im on some devious shit. 30s art somno… years and years of tennis is catching up to him and his body just doesn’t keep up. he’s a major sleepyhead (like, clinically, he should see a doctor) and takes a nap or two everyday. it doesn’t bother you, of course, you know it’s good for him and what he needs, plusssss he looks so delicate when hes sleeping. he’s a relatively light sleeper too, but falls back asleep really easily so he’ll jostle a little when you start to grope him but falls right back to sleep when he sees it’s only you. etc etc u see whats happening.. hello can anyone hear me is this thing on

i love that u prefaced me needing to hear u out when i was on board the second u mentioned somno I’M SAT !!! I LOVE SOMNO !!! <3333

oohhh he looks so pretty when he’s sleeping, it’s so hard to resist waking him up so you can kiss him stupid. you find him asleep all over the house for a while, sometimes on the couch, sometimes at his desk in his office, but usually he’ll put himself to bed when he knows he needs to sleep for a couple hours mid-day. you know he needs the extra rest, but something about how soft and pliant he gets in his sleep makes you ache to touch him. it shouldn’t be hard to resist, really. you tell yourself you should have the self control not to touch your husband while he’s sleeping, to wait until he’s awake. but you don’t have that self control. how can you when he sleeps in nothing but his tiny little blue briefs and kicks the covers off himself when he gets too hot? how can you when he lets out the softest little whimper when you skim your hand down his chest and graze your fingers over his dick? it just makes you want more.

you move him gently so he’s laying on his back with his legs spread for you to sit on your knees between them. you’re so careful not to wake him at first, but the more you touch and grope at his body the more his dick starts to fill out and strain against his briefs. he’s letting out these soft sighs that have wetness pooling in your panties and suddenly you don’t really care about being careful anymore. you toy with his waistband and smile to yourself at how his hips lift towards you. he’s still so reactive even when he’s asleep. you don’t even take his underwear off fully, just pull his waistband down under his balls and climb on top of him. you’re thankful you wore a dress today as you move your panties to the side and sink down on his cock in one fluid motion. finally, his eyes flutter and his brows knit together. he peeks one eye open and visibly relaxes again when he looks up and sees you. his voice is thick with sleep and you can tell he’s barely half awake, “baby?”

you roll your hips and grind his dick against that sweet spot inside you. “just me, honey, just - fuck - needed you. it’s okay, go back to sleep.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, just lets out a whiny mhmm and closes his eyes again. his jaw goes slack and you can’t help it, you start bouncing yourself on his cock. you brace your hands on his chest, squeezing his pretty tits as you work yourself up and down. it doesn’t take long for you to get close to the edge. somehow even in his sleep, art’s dick hits that soft spongey spot inside you every time you rock your hips down and he’s still letting out those pretty sighs. it feels dirty, using his body like this when he’s not even conscious, but the power he’s giving you makes your head spin. you could do anything to him and he’d let you. he’d have no choice. you bring a hand to your clit and you can’t help the staccato moans falling from your lips. what finally sends you over the edge is the feeling of sticky warmth filling your pussy as art cums and his hips involuntarily jerk up into yours. “oh fuck—” you follow immediately after, cum so hard you think your eyes cross. a full body shiver wracks through you and you fuck yourself through it, art’s body limp beneath you.

you gingerly lift yourself off of him, readjusting your panties and his briefs. you should clean him and yourself up, but you revel in the feeling of his cum leaking out of you and soaking into your panties. you lay down facing him, now craving a nap of your own, sighing happily and weaving your legs with his. his arms instinctively wrap around you and pull you close until you’re flush against his chest. as you drift off to sleep, you can’t help but think about making him suck your panties and pussy clean of his cum. it’s only fair since he came before you <33

[skelerangart]

GIRLS NIGHT!

[glorious-spoon]

i think that if you find yourself penning a post arguing that women are intrinsically too sentimental/hysterical/emotional/intellectually shallow/sexually frigid/otherwise deficient to have valid opinions about a fictional male character (excepting, of course, those women who agree entirely with your opinions), you should perhaps stop and ask yourself 'am i committing a misogyny in the name of winning a stupid ship war on tumblr dot com?'

and then you should shut the fuck up.

[wickmitz]

— THE ELECTRIC-FEVER REMEDY.

[slaygentford]

ms reid calling dream lestat daffy is a huge win for my political stance as a top donor to the lestat not very smart party. so glad that we're all on the same page re lestat being utterly empty behind the eyes and not even in a psychopath way just in a truly and genuinely not a lot going on up there way

[fallout4reacts]

I interrupt the regularly scheduled Danse programming with the most handsomest ghoul

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[the-bi-space-ace]

I’m gonna be honest with y’all. I try my best but I do not understand half of Star Wars. I’m Din Djarin in this fandom. I don’t understand the storyline, I have no idea what anyone is talking about, I don’t want to be in charge, I got a cool outfit and I have a car let’s ride.

[7roaches]

very old nd very recent nm art in no particular order

[scentofpines]

i got an email today from my uni that was sent to all students from the faculty i'm in and it's a job offer for a project from the uni's school museum where they catalogue and analyze old school note/exercise books from 1820-1950s and...idk i should probably apply right??? They're not even asking for a CV (mine would be empty), how often do you get that lmao. And it's only 6 hours a week, starting this October and the project is supposed to last 3 months and there is a possibilty of the museum hiring you for longer. And i mean, if it sucks i guess i can push through the 3 months? should i do it ahhhh my panic brain is screaming but it's not often that there is a job offer that is that nice

[lastwave]

hdb is so chronically ill its unreal. post polio syndrome. hep c. withdrawal syndrome depending on the playthrough. probably some sort of sleep disorder. all this probably amounts to chronic pain and fatigue and nausea...and he guilts himself on days he feels like he cant work bc of it. partially bc his self hatred abt being an addict and partially bc he sees being disabled as a moral failure (tbh he sees both as a moral failure). and its just like. ugh i get it. i really fucking get it.

[padawansuggest]

Jedi and Mandalorians all get invited to pride parade on a planet and a bunch from each show up and now Palpys plans are all ruined cause they can’t get out of each others asses long enough for his plans to destroy them all to work he’s sweating bullets and now they keep showing up at each others planets to have sleepovers he’s dealing with so much he needs a vacation.

[grimesapologist]

the thing is tumblr didn't used to be the site full of sober celibate white agoraphobes that polls on here regularly suggest it is, I remember Tumblr being a much more diverse place in terms of lived experience and it makes me sad to see it flattened into what often feels like a masturbatory exercise in affected disenfranchisement and willful ignorance towards the world and even sometimes knowledge itself.

[cyancherub]

have any of u guys ever gotten way too high and experienced a psychotic episode.......

[justalittletoocorrupted]

Here’s some kidnapped Hero for my friend, @thelazywitchphotographer !! I hope you like it (:

Foolish

TW: kidnapping , drugging

——————————

God. How had Hero been so foolish?

How did they manage to miss every sign?

How did they—

The Hero blinked, their brain starting to get fuzzy like tv static when it couldn’t find a channel. Their body began to sway, gradually beginning to forget how to walk and hold themselves up.

“A little tired there, Hero?” Supervillain purred, slowly stalking their way closer to the already dazed Hero. “Why, I’m shocked that you couldn’t even notice that I used a drug. Usually you’re able to tell when someone’s trying to kidnap you… Did you forget the protocol, dear?”

The Hero’s face distorted into a mix of disgust and confusion. The longer Supervillain spoke to them, the more their voice began to muffle and their ears began to ring. The closer they got to the crime stopper, the closer they felt to the ground. Were they falling? What’s going on?!

The Hero stumbled, managing to somewhat catch themselves before they fully collapsed onto the hard concrete. That earned a laugh from the super a few feet away from them.

“Wow. Not even a simple remark? Just a glare? And here I thought I’d get to see you all scared knowing what’s about to happen.” Supervillain tutted, “A shame, really. But, ah, maybe it’s the drugs taking initiative” they pondered out loud.

Supervillain began to move closer to the Hero who in response tried to back away. However backing up isn’t a smart idea when your legs are struggling to simply stand in place. The Hero fell flat on their back before they were even able to process they were falling.

Everything was fading. The Hero’s eye lids began to droop as their movements slowed. Making it harder to open their eyes with every delayed blink.

Hero slowly blinked opened their eyes to find Supervillain standing above them. Panic was coursing through the Hero’s mind, but their body showed none of it. Their eyes tracing the blobby figure that was the Supervillain.

Despite their eyes remaining open and locked somewhere onto the evil-doer, black blotches began to fill the Hero’s vision until they couldn’t see a thing.

They didn’t know what was worse! The fact that they can’t see Supervillain, or the fact that they can’t hear the Supervillain over the loudest sound of nothing they had ever heard in their ears.

They couldn’t do anything but blink, or they thought they were blinking, in an attempt to regain their vision. Which worked! ……. Sort of.

It had worked enough for the Hero to witness one last thing, before their brain went entirely into an autopilot like sleep.

It was enough to see a new blob, or figure, quickly approaching the super over them.

It was not enough, for them to find out who.

……

…..

….

…

..

!

When the Hero finally came to, their first instinct was to launch themselves up from their laying down position. However that only worked a few moments and they collapsed back down onto—

A person?!

Their head twitched in a new attempt to see who they were on top of, but a gentle hand brushing through their hair stopped them. That movement had also prevented Hero from opening their eyes as well, and simply allowing themselves to press into the.. chest? Of the stranger.

Their brain was still foggy from the gas and drug, in fact, they were pretty sure it was still in effect!

Or..

Maybe the Hero is just exhausted.

Hm…

Maybe both.

But the crime-stopper had to get up. Whatever was happening was definitely dangerous. What if this was Supervillain?—

WAS THIS SUPERVILLAIN?!?

The Hero lifted their head again, only for the hand to push them back down. So the Hero began to panic and they tried to fight back. They tried to open their eyes to see who was their captor, but when they finally opened the bright lights from the ceiling blinded them. Their eyes nowhere near adjusted to the sudden light.

But they continued to try to fight anyways. Hero pushed themselves up only for a second hand to grab them by their waist and pull them back down.

“[Hero], stop!” A muffled voice finally could be heard through the Hero’s screaming ears. “Fighting will only exhaust yourself more.” The stranger scolded.

But they didn’t sound like a stranger.

And they certainly didn’t sound like Supervillain.

In fact, they sounded like—-

“See? Am I hurting you? No, because you’re safe, [Hero]”

Villain!

The Hero slowly opened their eyes again, turning their head towards the voice. “[V]…. [Villain]..?” They managed.

“[Hero]….?” Villain parroted the confused hero in response, “You snap out of that daze, yet?”

Hero blinked multiple times, the Villain’s face becoming more and more clear, “What did…. What.. what happened?” They asked, now taking a chance to glance at the room around them.

The crime-starter shrugged, “[Supervillain] is what happened. Now go back to sleep, yeah?” They brought a hand to Hero’s hair again, “You aren’t the nicest when you’re all drugged up and out of it, so I’d like to speak with the nice and calm [Hero] later. When you awake.”

….

huh?

Before the Hero could speak again, Villain pushed their enemy’s head against their chest and pressed a soft kiss into their hair.

That was all the Hero remembered before everything went black again.

[funkyfreshinthebuilding]

look at this TERRIBLE drawing i made3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also i hate jax and definitely have never drawn him