#Was feeling some type of way

[trxns-fxg]

Stuffing my fingers into his boycunt to the knuckle, listening to him whine and moan, loving the way the t makes his voice crack and strangle as I touch and fuck him.

I can feel my cock throbbing so fucking hard in my pants, straining against my boxers and my jeans, twitching when he squirms and opens his legs more for me. Whimpering for Daddy to fill him up more, begging sweetly for Daddy's cock, asking shyly to touch me before reaching between us as I push another finger inside. Making him squeal, slick dripping down my palm to the heel of my hand.

My heart throbs in my skull, in my dick, about to make my chest explode, grinding into his needy touch.

Whispering softly, "Baby, I want to fucking break you," a little keen tumbling from his lips, making my fingers move harder, faster, nearly forgetting the feeling of his little hand on my cock. Aching painfully to split him open as he clenches and attempts to suck me back in with his needy, wet hole, thinking about all the ways I'm going to use him.

His flushed face finds the crook of my neck, his words unintelligible as he pushes hard into my neck, biting, kissing, sucking at my burning skin. If he keeps on like this, I might cum in my goddamn pants.

"Daddy," he nearly squeals, making me laugh as his body begins to arch under me, nuzzling into his mussed hair, the dampness of his sweat on my chest, telling him he needs to rub his aching cock for me, let me feel it, let me watch. He needs to cum for me.

He's louder now, beginning to tremble in my grasp, pushing his hand aside to just rut against his naked thigh, cock twitching at the feeling of his heat, his blood burning through his pretty little body.

"Come on, baby; cum for Daddy, pretty boy."

He can't even manage an intelligible response, just a series of desperate noises. He's squeezing so hard around my fingers it nearly hurts my damn arthritic hands, but my eyes roll up, thinking how good he'd feel on my cock.

He's begging, knowing to ask me like a sweet little angel, his body pitching back against the bed, my fingers moving faster and I can see his fingers jacking harder at his engorged, slick t-dick. His hips lift, making me grunt as his thigh grinds more eagerly against my cock and he squeezes so hard thoughts nearly leave my damn brain.

He cries out my name softly, fucking my fingers harder as his head pitches back, mouth falling open, eyes rolling in ecstacy. I can't help myself, he's so damn pretty, trembling like a slut, covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. I cum in my pants and it feels so fucking good, easing him through his orgasm as he still fucks my hand eagerly before falling back in exhaustion. I stay between his legs, gradually slowing my fingers as the last of the aftershocks subside.

My fingers slide out with a small 'pop,' making him blush. Before he can say anything, I stuff my fingers in his mouth, making him whine, his eyes on me the entire time as he sucks and licks them clean. When I make sure he's done as he should, I crawl over him til my hips are on his, devouring his pretty lips in a kiss, my tongue digging the taste of him out of his eager mouth.

When I pull back his skin is still flushed, glowing.

"Good boy."

[the-crooked-library]

Nosferatu (2024) is unquestionably a multifaceted work, but what I personally consider to be the unifying idea behind its facets is that, for Ellen, Orlok represents validation.

Her fears are dismissed and called childish?.. He's a nightmarish manifestation of them.

She is consistently disrespected by everyone around her?.. He considers her his only equal. She never uses his title, it's permitted.

She is told to fix herself, misunderstood, and always isolated?.. He knows all the darkest parts of her and is delighted by them. He wants her just as she is, so much that he will lie, kill, and cross the ocean to find her.

The scene in their death/wedding bed is a direct parallel to the scene of her waking in that bed at the beginning of the film. She complains to Thomas that the "honeymoon is yet too short" and tries to pull him down with a kiss - however, he is worried about being late for work, and so he extricates himself and leaves. Cut forward to her sharing the same bed with Orlok, similarly early in the morning; he is startled by cock-crow and begins to rise, but she guides his head back down - and, even though he knows that he will die, he stays. He is her sexual and emotional desire, realized.

Given that there is a plethora of emotions Ellen is forced to suppress on daily basis, there is no singular correct interpretation of her relationship with Orlok. To erase any one of them is to render it shallower than it actually is; but there is no doubt as to why their attachment is mutual. To each, the other is something they’ve never had before.

[browneyesenjoyer]

IMANE KHELIF × d la Reppublica

[tuherrus]

a kiss

[reinvent-and-believe]

[soliadiaz]

shut UP he has a pic of 118 with "we'll miss you" in a big picture frame 😭😭

they made him a goodbye gift and scribbled some wishes 🥹 and that is a pic from henren's wedding. and in each number we got a pair: buddie in 1, bathena in another 1 and henren in 8 🥹🫶

also a small pic with his father right beside it is vicious 💀

[realgraps]

Diamonds and Rust

[dailydccomics]

casual Clark by Guillem March

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Pt 3 of aroace sonic compliments

To be clear no one is safe

[measureformeasure]

It's never over, Noelia Towers

[dykepaldi]

homestuck was so perfect for autistic teenagers bc it took characters being sorted into categories and having Attributes to its absolute extreme. forget four hogwarts houses, every character has their associated colour their zodiac sign their associated animal their dream planet their god tier class and aspect their typing quirk their pesterchum handle their weapon their planet of x and y, as well as each of them having a handful of other very quantifiable Personality Traits and Interests (e.g. this one is a clown this one is angry this one likes fashion this one is just rufio from hook for some reason) and THEN they all also have their respective ancestors and dancestors(?)(plucked that word from my memory) who have all of those things as WELL

and god not to mention the fucking quadrant system

as a 13-15 year old autistic kid i didnt even need homestuck to have a plot i just happily made a big big spreadsheet of character attributes in my brain

[toxycodone]

Laios is suuuuch a freak without realizing it. When you two are fucking he’s the type who isn’t watching your face because he’s way too busy watching the space between your legs…the way his length just slides into you without any resistance, the slick and stickiness that pools between your legs and smears all over your groins and down your thighs. The sounds are wet and sloppy and just utterly gross but he absolutely loves it. It’s irrefutable biological proof your body wants this—that you want this and that you want him. And that makes him even harder.

when Laios fucks you it’s crazy because he has no issues with sex or the seemingly awkward things that come with it. To him it’s just all natural. He’s not gonna pretend to have discretion or anything to be polite because he doesn’t care about any of that shit. He loves your body hair and your smell and the way you twitch and flail under him even due to the simplest touches.

He just wants you. And it’s bad. He wants to be balls deep and have you sweaty and tired and crying out underneath him—but you still continue to push back against his thrusts and grind against his hips so you can feel him deeper in you and take as much of him as your body will allow. He’ll lick up the drool that that leaks out of your lips while you’re slacked jawed and pawing at him for more, then drive his hips into yours with enough force you literally collapse against the bed. Instead of like, asking if you’re okay he just lays his entire body weight on you to hold you down and pound into you.

anyways. Laios who’s less into the social nuances of sex and focuses on the more biological aspects >>>>

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[slfcare]

the most difficult thing about growing as a person socially, as in getting out of your shell and noticing that you are, is that there will still be times when it doesn’t feel like you’ve grown at all! times when you can’t really connect with anyone around you, times when you fail to enter into an existing conversation, times when you say the wrong thing (or nothing at all when in hindsight you probably should’ve). but that’s also kind of the best thing, because that’s the thing that helps you realize that sometimes, it’s not you or your lack of skills or any shortcoming. sometimes certain environments just aren’t for you and certain people aren’t your people, and that’s okay. that’s human. it’s okay to not feel the progress you have made all the time.

[dreamsofg0ld]

25 years honey, just in one night

929 - halsey // camden - gracie abrams // peter - taylor swift // memento mori - lindsey cherek // dancing with our hands tied - taylor swift // first love / late spring - mitski // upon turning 25, a small nervous breakdown - megan williams // 25 - veruca salt // tar baby - toni morrison // 24/7 - the neighbourhood // all my daughters (demo) - dodie // a praise chorus - jimmy eat world // kozmic blues - janis joplin

[xplore-the-unknwn]

THIS SHOT OF NOA AND MAE! EXCUSE ME?! 👀🙈

The intense eye contact. The closeness. The hands around each other. PERFECTION!!! 😭😫

I can feel the intensity just by looking at it. I told yall the Director is intentionally making this tension between them!! 😫😫

Also where was this in the movie??? I NEED A CLIP OF THIS OMYGOD