#astro babble

[starried-lass]

Welcome to Astro!Talks

{This began as a section known in my paper journal that I travel with! I tend to lose myself in words when I write strictly digital, so I like to write out ideas in my journal to make blobless babble into thoughts! }

#1 Astro!Talks:Sign Series;

Concepts We’ll Be Discussing:

Gender (Feminine vs Masculine)

Elements (Fire, Earth, Water, Air)

Modality (Cardinal, Fixed, Mutable)

And maybe more!

#2 Astro!Talks:Planet Series;

Concepts We’ll Be Discussing:

🚧Under construction!!!🚧

I know you’re tired of the inaccurate, baseless astrological “memes” and “think pieces” that infest the interwebs.

Especially if you’re like me and decided to become obsessed with the world astrology. I’ve been studying astrology… going on seven years now? I was 18 when I first discovered the wonders of birth [read: natal] charts!

Imagine how the stars were aligning the moment you arrived...

That’s exactly how I think of my birth chart. Something you will learn fast, is I don’t believe the stars control me. I don’t think they control you. I don’t truly believe they could even predict the future. It can theorize it—for sure. To me, astrology is the personification of the stars.

Astrology can be a tool to use to reflect on yourself, who you want to be, a reflection of how you think and feel, and the actions you take (or don’t take) as an extension.

You have to apply the person to the chart—not the chart to the person.

Sometimes people don’t always understand what I mean by this. A random chart means nothing to me. If I don’t know you, I can theorize all I want to; it’s like reading a transit chart without any context. It makes no sense for me to tell you who you are—especially because I can’t control what you do. I cannot live your life or decide things for you. You are a person with the agency of choice, and to allow things outside of yourself to decide things that affect your life? Is actually really dangerous. Would not advise [cause oh boy, the horror story I could tell…].

So for the first Astro!Talks series were gonna redefine some astrological concepts that categorize the signs so we can better understand our charts. I want to give us better understanding of these concepts so I can better help you help me to [help me.]!

{This will be a mega!post to help you navigate each of the Astro!Talk series!🫡}

[starjynx]

wind breaker & tokyo revengers crossover when?? honestly I just love delinquency media. rattling the bars of my cage.

[frosty-tian]

It’s… so surreal. Like, I know it’s a universal experience and I experience it more than once/here and there, but it’s still kind of weird to see friends/mutuals who either I knew when l was still a minor or they were still minors themselves, to just, change so much (especially after years of not talking to each other).

“Oh, hello, OnePieceFan5201, how are you, it’s been a while?”

“Ah, you work as a lecturer overseas now? Wow, I remember when you were crying to us in the group chat about your high school essays, haha.”

[souppunch]

Made a little Astro keychain design for myself

[tigirl-and-co]

Dr. Gero is like if Dr. Tenma had a reason to give his robot son guns and shit

and also turned himself into a robot with guns and shit

[moonsiechild]

I am so, so, so sorry, Astro fans. I am exceedingly sorry and my deepest condolences go out to you guys, Moonbin’s family and friends, and his group members.

I am not a deep Astro fan yet this news has left me so shocked and speechless. My heart was broken at this news; it shattered and hearing of his passing had left me motionless for a couple of minutes.

If I had felt this way as an outsider to this fandom, and as someone who hardly knew Moonbin, I can’t fathom the pain of you who loved him and are close to him.

He genuinely seemed like such a beautiful human being and such a person shouldn’t of left this world like that.

In the presence of this news, even though everyone’s already saying it already, please do take of yourselves.

Take care of yourself and others. Love one another, always take proper care of your mental health and reach out to others, and help whoever is in need.

And please respect the privacy of those deeply affected, so his close friends, family and fans who may need some alone time. Don’t say a word to them or spread any misconceptions.

This was such a preventable death.

I pray that right now that he’s at least free from whatever may of troubled him.

And that whatever stress, unhappiness, harassment, intrusive thoughts or any and every other bad thing to leads to the path of suicide may never come about to those reading this or to anyone at all.

[hypnagogics]

thinking about loser!ellie who's so vocal during sex...muahahaha. except idrk how to transcribe this kinda talk so LMAO. if you see me put something very similar in the loser!ellie finale...no you didn't. let's just say this is practice for that. 18+

every part of the whole experience would just be blowing her mind. the sights, the smells, the tastes, the sensations—turning her brain to soup. she'd be so obsessed with you, so overwhelmed by the new experience, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

and at first she'd try to downplay it, stifle the sounds threatening to spill by biting her lip or clapping her hand over her mouth, only allowing quiet huffs and strings of profanities to escape. she'd want you to think she's cool, or she can handle it all smoothly.

however, as time goes on, she loses all control of herself. grunts of effort turn into mewls of your name, which turn into whiny, needy pleas the closer she gets to euphoria. she can't control her sounds anymore, because it's just too good. she even gets so pussydrunk she starts to babble nonsense. she pauses sucking on your clit to push her foggy glasses up her nose and slur through a crackly voice, "mmm, love this— love your pussy s'much babe...so much."

but when she's the one receiving, her pleasureful cries are music to your ears. whatever you may be doing, you'd hear no end of begs for more, until she can't form proper words anymore and all she can produce are loud, melodic moans.

not to mention the look on her face was one so lewd, yet one so clear showing she wasn't holding back. face as red as a budding rose, her copper eyebrows knitted together, her eyes rolled slightly back and screwed tightly shut—even the occasional tear streams down the side of her face. back arched and mouth open, her lips puffy, you wanted to engrave the image of her like this on the inside of your eyelids.

"ah, ah, ah, m'gonna cum—hnn!" is the final shriek of ecstasy before her wails become strangled in her throat—choked, silent moans while she's squirting everywhere and you're working her through it. then her sounds turn into heaving pants as she tries to bring herself back to earth and catch her breath, recover from the sensitivity.

after it all, she grows self-conscious, shyly asking you if she was too loud. but you reassure her quickly that she was perfect, she's so beautiful, and you're glad to have brought her pleasure. even though you're definitely getting a noise complaint from the neighbors. worth it! ♡

never know when to tag or not so: @andersonfilms @ch6douin @aouiaa @sapphic-ovaries @astro-cat2 @paqerings @r3starttt @littlefallenangel111 @srooch @sinfulprayerss @lvlymicha @sunnsh1ine @anniee333 @pinkcwake @marsworlddd @caszzine @saturnsdrafts @ashaynep @flowrmoth @liddysflyer @fortune777 @claude999 @brunaedn @bunnitewsilly @mimasroom2 @deliriousrn @infiniteinquiries @thekill3randthefinalgirl @kissyslut @xysbree tag?

[buildaballroom]

the fashions get more contemporary with each new adaptation (though there are plenty of exceptions to this), most specifically with the 2003 reboot series, that still has men in suits and women in the dresses + hat, gloves, etc. But also pulls a lot of influence from the newer looks of the 80s and 90s. Lots of the stock women in the 2003 series wear the Vogue Uniform, but plenty others do not, and it's all stuff that would be passable in a Future Time

I'm forming a fun little post about the way clothes and fashion are presented in the original astro boy manga and its subsequent adaptations (that I have seen) because I'm obsessed with and fascinated by how they're all for the most part fairly standard (and yet very westernized) 1950s tailored suits and dresses with funky "futuristic" details

[amberbeach]

'STASIS'

gif belongs to me

There were still many rooms the four Rangers had yet to explore on the Astro Megaship. Carlos and T.J. stumbled upon a heavily warded door by accident and after trying and failing to open the locks, the two Rangers walked away, more curious than ever to know what was inside the room.

Andros was walking down the hallway to the bridge with Zhane when Carlos called out to him, and the Red and Silver Rangers approached the two. Zhane rested his hands on his hips as he listened to Carlos and T.J. tell them about their discovery, glancing at Andros when he realized what room they had found and noticed his body tensing.

"It's empty." Andros walked away, entering the bridge.

"Seems like a lot of security for an empty room." Carlos looked at Zhane, seeing the grave expression he wore.

"It's best if you stay out of there."

"What's in it?" T.J. asked.

Zhane sighed, crossing his arms. "Before the destruction of our planet...Andros was engaged."

"Was?" Carlos echoed.

Zhane nodded, "She was hurt during their escape, and Andros carried her on board the ship. The stasis pod was the only way to keep her safe until he found a planet that was safe enough for her."

"Why doesn't he wake her up?" T.J. asked. "Was she a Ranger?"

Zhane shook his head. "The stasis pod is keeping her preserved. Take her out, and she could die. She wasn't a Ranger," he paused, a smile on his lips as he recalled you betting that you could spar him to the ground. "I wish she was. Andros taught her how to defend herself. After Karone...he was always afraid to lose anyone else."

Zhane had seen Andros in the middle of the night when he believed everyone was asleep, or sneaking away unnoticed by the others, to talk to you through the stasis pod. It was a one-sided conversation, but the Red Ranger always kept you informed of his adventures, and when Zhane woke up, Andros explained his reasons for keeping you asleep.

He was still searching for a planet safe enough to live on but was afraid to wake you up due to the injuries you suffered during your escape from K0-35. The Red Ranger had lost a lot during his short life, but being the last of the people who had seen you both together, the day you got engaged, Zhane knew losing you would break Andros's spirit completely.

A few weeks later, after the Rangers learned Andro's secret, Ecliptor attacked the Astro Megaship while the six Rangers fought off Batarax and Quantrons. They were overwhelmed trying to fend them off, and Ecliptor fired at the ship hovering over the planet.

Andros watched the lasers light up the sky and tried to summon his board and speak to Alpha, but the Astro Megaship wasn't responding.

"He's going to destroy the ship!" Zhane rushed to his side, watching the lasers.

The two were knocked aside by Batarax, and as he looked at the lasers intent on blowing up the ship that was losing shield power, Andros knew he had to think of something before you were destroyed forever.

There was a series of beeps before the stasis pod opened, and you took a deep breath as you looked around, slowly sitting up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you climbed out of the pod and looked around the empty room, finding the door was bent and falling to the side.

Another laser hit the ship, causing you to stumble, and you leaned against the wall, bracing for another.

"Andros."

You pushed the door aside and crawled underneath. There was smoke in the hallway, and the lights were flashing. You decided to follow the hallway and after a few minutes, you reached the bridge. Alpha was trying to contact the Rangers as another explosion rocked the ship, and you stared at the robot, tilting your head.

"Where is Andros?"

Alpha turned, "Ooh, you're awake!"

"Where is Andros?" You repeated impatiently, approaching the babbling robot.

"He is fighting Batarax with the other Rangers." Alpha managed to get the screen working long enough to show you Andros and Zhane fighting together against Batarax while the other Rangers fended off Quantrons.

An explosion shook the ship, and you held onto the panel to avoid falling.

"We need to move before we're blown apart." You looked around the panels, recognising some of the controls, and began to steer the ship out of the way, avoiding the lasers.

You descended onto the planet, flying over the army of Quantrons, and the lasers followed you, hitting the army instead.

"Can you reach the Rangers?" You asked.

Alpha walked over to a panel on the wall, and you tilted the ship, narrowly missing a laser that hit Batarax instead, destroying him.

Andros and Zhane ducked out of the way but were blown backwards by the blast. "I didn't know Alpha could fly like that." The blond rolled onto his back, watching as the ship left the planet, followed by a series of lasers that narrowly missed hitting the ship.

The Astro Megaship was chased by the lasers as it returned to the planet and the Rangers ducked for cover as the ship flew above the Quantrons, the lasers taking out the remainder of the Quantron army before disappearing again.

"Rangers, come in."

"Alpha!" Carlos grinned.

Batarax returned, larger than before, and the six Rangers called upon the Megazord to defeat the monster for the last time. As the Rangers celebrated their victory, the Megaship landed on the barren planet, and several minutes later the ramp lowered.

"Alpha?" Ashley called out as they walked towards the ship.

Andros halted in his steps when he saw you running down the ramp. Zhane grinned when he saw you were awake, and appeared to be in great health.

"Andros!"

Your voice propelled him forwards and you jumped into his embrace, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Andros held you tightly, as the Rangers kept their distance, and pulled away moments later to check you over.

"Take it easy -"

You dismissed his concern with a shake of your head, "I'm fine. Thanks to you." A tear fell down your cheek when you saw his watery smile, and he placed his hand on your cheek, resting his forehead against yours.

When you pulled away, you noticed Zhane and smiled at the blond as he approached, his boots crunching the gravel beneath his feet. "Great flyin'!"

You smiled against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. When you stepped away, you stood next to Andros and he took your hand with a smile, introducing you to his team.

"I can see the galaxy is in good hands."

You rested your left hand on his arm as you entered the ship, and he placed a hand over yours, his thumb toying with your engagement ring.

"It will need a lot of repairs," T.J. commented as the Rangers walked through the halls, seeing the extent of the damage.

"The warship fled, but it won't be the last we see of it." You looked at your fiancée when he turned his head, agreeing with your prediction. "Andros..." You stopped walking and the rest of his team went to check on Alpha while you remained in the hallway. "How long was I in the stasis pod?"

Andros swallowed thickly, glancing at the ground and you knew it had been a long time, more than most people were kept in stasis. "Two years. I wanted to find a safer planet. When the wall collapsed and you got injured..."

"You were afraid to wake me up."

Andros nodded, looking at the ground. You frowned at the thought of him being alone before he met his team and stepped forward, placing your left hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes when he felt the chill of the engagement ring on his skin.

"I didn't want to lose you. Sometimes, it felt like I already did." He admitted.

You sent him a smile when your eyes met, "I'm here." You placed your right hand on his chest and he covered your hand with his hand, squeezing gently. "You saved me."

"I love you."

"I love you too." You closed your eyes when he wrapped his arms around you, returning the tight embrace as you let a few tears fall.

"It feels so good to hear that again." He murmured.

"You'll be hearing it a lot." You pulled back with a smirk and he chuckled, placing a hand on your cheek. "You might get tired of it."

Andros shook his head, "That's impossible."

He brought you closer and you tilted your head upward as he leaned down, closing your eyes as your lips met tenderly, slowly becoming more passionate. A tear fell down his cheek at the feeling of you in his arms again after believing he would never get the chance to. You wiped it away with your thumb as you pulled away, sending him a warm smile and reflecting the love in his eyes back to him.

You had been kept in stasis for two years, and there would be a lot to catch up on, but at that moment all that mattered was that you were finally where you belonged again - with Andros.

[luxurybrownbarbie]

Last thought of the evening: I am, once again, begging people to be less superficial in their discussions about Capricorns, because there is so much more to unpack than: “Workaholic, pessimistic (have you ever met a water sign?), money obsessed perfectionists.”

Their perfectionism is a sign of faith which is a sign of optimism which is a sign of deep desires and deep longing! Which is why they’re workaholics. Sorry you can’t see that.

[seraphim-coinz]

NAMIDA/KOSHYEN/MAËLE/STARBURST/FRANNIE (AKA ME)

System Names: The Dollhouse. The Ragdoll Kittens. The Piggies. The Royal Doll Collective. The System of Marionettes. The Pretty Boy System. The Plushies.

Names: Masozi. Roimata. Candy. Frances. Maella. Maily. Nguyen. Ellie. Josie. Josephine. Plush. Dollfie. Star. Angelo. Ellie. Astro. Princely. Boyfie.

Pronouns: He/Him. They/Them. Star/Stars. Prin/Princes. Royal/Royals. Doll/Dolls. Ange/Angels. Seraph/Seraphims. Kit/Kitties. Fag/Fags. Vio/Violets. Pup/Puppies. Se/Sem. Shi/Hir. He/Hearts.

Usernames: sirpigglytail. prettyprinceboygirl. angeldollboyfie. boyfiegirlboy. multigenderfaggot. piggycat. princedollie. royalkittypup. boyfiedollfriend.

Titles: The Doll Prince. The Royal. The Strawberry Angel. The Angelic Doll Boy. The Angel of Labels. [Prn] the Burnt Dolly Boy. [prn] with the Halo. The Darling [term].

Genders: Virtuangelicthing. Boywifecute. Magicalidolthing. Marycrosssongic. Fluffyloveic. Gravedollic. Girlboyfreak. Darkroseangelic. Bloodangelic. Alwanphrasic. Lovedollic. Glamdeiprince/Glamdeiprincess. Angelkidic. Boyfiegender.

Labels: Boyfemme. Angel Blooded. Assigned Doll at Birth. Pinkboy. Purpleboy. Seeby Sweetheart's Achillean. Atypdysdollic. Anxious Age Regressor. Baby Babbling Vocal. Stray Dog.

[ivyking214]

Icebox Intro!

I am here to ramble a bit about my headworld today. Sorry in advance. XDD

I have a headworld that’s heavily inspired by crusty old sci-fi mangas like Astro Boy, Tetsujin 28, Cyborg 009, Giant Robo, etc. It’s become one of my favorite things to work on in my spare time and it’s very, very dear to my greasy lil heart. I’ll be primarily babbling about it on this blog, so I figured I oughta introduce it first!

 I’ve taken to calling this headworld “Icebox”, and it takes place in a retrofuturist, robot-filled version of the 1960s. The very boiled down premise is; A hippie-hearted merc and her giant robot buddy go on globetrotting adventures while on the run from the evil paramilitary; SUPERIOR. 

The main protagonists are Frankie and D-214 : November Witch!

Nov’s a totally autonomous robot with her own free will and emotions. She isn’t pilotable and she doesn’t have a remote control. In fact she’s a stubborn, bitchass mule who only sometimes listens to Frankie. XD Has a problem with authority and WILL make it everybody else’s problem. That being said, once you get past her big bad bitch front you’ll find she’s surprisingly sensitive and compassionate. 

Frankie’s an upbeat spitfire of a freelance mercenary who would much rather be your friend than kick your ass. But if you insist she will kick your ass. XD Frank set November free from her unhappy containment by SUPERIOR, and the two have been best friends ever since. They’ve also been on the run ever since. It goes without saying that SUPERIOR’s pretty pissed this crazyass lil nobody ran off with their expensive nuke with fists. 

In their adventures, the gals deal with enemy robots, mercs and other threats sent by SUPERIOR to recapture Nov, monster-of-the-week style.

[candeathbereal]

Astro observations #11

-The funny thing about looks is that astrology has the funniest ways of expressing itself that reading something like "leo risings have great hair" or "saturn dominant people have great bone structure", and you can go along with it. One day I asked my boyfriend what feature of mine stood out the most and I was expecting something like my eyes since that is usually said for neptune dominants. Then he said something like "Your hair and face shape" and I sat back thinking about it. Like hair, sure I do have a leo rising so I expected that but face shape??? Did the part of my teenage years where I focused on working out my face so I could have a great jawline actually work out in my favor....yes yes it did. Now I have a great jawline that it can coexist with my hair as a outstanding feature. I make a big show of this because I started looking more and more into astrology and appearance patterns and you know what I found? Nothing becuase I am shitty at researching and connecting things. I know it's not ideal all things considering I do run a astrology focused blog but shit happens. I would love to hear you guy's thoughts and opinons on astrology being connected with appearance and the patterns of all that. Like I can see certain things but I fail at finding the patterns myself tbh.

-Moving on, my pluto trines my sun and my ascendant and my sun trines my ascendant. My venus also trines my ascendant while my jupiter sextiles it. And honestly it's interesting to hear people's first impressions of me and I give off conflicting impressions. I seem hardworking yet not to the point of being an asshole about shit. In high school I had people think I smoked but I have never done any drugs but I give off a certain vibe. I also think it's cause smoking isn't considered "acceptable" ,for a lack of better words, so I have always spent my time around people who do smoke because I never truly felt "normal" or "acceptable" when I was younger especially. To a certain degree I understand why I tend to vibe with what's considered outside of the norm but I don't exactly indulge into it myself. My seventh house is in aquarius, my uranus and lilith is in my seventh house, plus my seventh house lord is in either my tenth or my seventh house (I am still unsure about aquarius because it is said to rule both uranus and saturn). So naturally what's considered "outcast" or "stigmatized" hasn't always escaped my interest. Yet I don't find serial killers and all that, that interesting...I still learn about it because I feel a pull to understand why. Like why does this confuse people so much? You can find a reason for murder and most people if not everyone seems to be able to want to kill somebody. Of course this is a very rooted in morality so just know serial killers that kill people out of pure pleasure disgust me. Anyways I want to assume it's beyond the mindset of murderers that interest people so if anyone wants to discuss it with me further my inbox is open. Or anything else you guy's would wanna talk about. I feel like I'm missing something in this world which is knowledge. I live through pure curiosity as opposed to spite or hope. There is not a defined goal like spite but there is still somewhat a goal in curiosity. It's to know more but it doesn't always have to be positive either. It is the 'neutral' between many reasons to live but it works for me.

Alright enough of my random babble, I hope this made sense to anyone. Afterall I am posting this to be shared with others because if I wanted to only have this be for me it wouldn't be so public. Or even written down to be honest.

[ink-and-dagger]

astro car sex?? just for this silly little anon perhaps

Just for you silly little anon 🖤🚗 *beep beep*

Backseat Bumpers

Silco x Reader || Silco x Astrid || Established Relationship || NSFW || MDNI || Car sex || Oral [f receiving] || Overstimulation || Light bondage || Wc: 1K

Written for Astro but can be read as general AFAB!Reader

Drink With Me Masterlist 🥃

Hot air + cold surface = condensation. 

Even you, an uneducated Trencher, can understand the basic science behind such a concept.

Another shuddering gasp streams from your mouth into the chilled interior of the carriage; a cloud of curling breath which further fogs the now nearly opaque windows. The cold is only partially responsible for the marble-cut peak of your nipples and the goosebumps which cover every inch of your naked skin – the rest is entirely Silco’s fault.

He kneels on the floor in front of the bench you’re on, seemingly rather content to sit back on his boot heels with your legs hooked over his vested shoulders and his face buried between your trembling thighs.

The leather seat creaks beneath you as you squirm in overstimulated pleasure, unsure whether you’re attempting to get away from the unceasing lap of his tongue and the unyielding vacuum of his lips around your clit, or trying to grind yourself deeper onto the three fingers plunged inside you; coaxing your poor, wrung g-spot with slow, meticulous strokes. You’re restricted either way by the silken neck tie which binds your wrists to the headrest behind you – reducing you to a powerless, writhing mess.

“Silco—” you babble; his name a half whine, half sob that trips over your clumsy tongue. A mystery even to you as to whether you’re pleading with him to stop or begging him to keep going. Your body crackles with too much blazing intensity to bear another second of this divine torture, and yet you teeter upon the threshold of further ecstasy, the likes of which would be unthinkable to abandon.

It’s a miracle he even hears you, given how tightly you squeeze your cum soaked thighs either side of his head. But he does. Of course he does.

Silco’s half-hooded, sea-foam eye lifts alongside its coal-stoked twin to peer up at you, the insolent gaze accompanied by an overtly lascivious hum of inquiry that has your jaw falling open in a ragged, drawn-out moan. The diaphragm-deep vibrations of his hot, wet mouth shove you over the edge, and send you plummeting through a blinding swathe of stars which haze your vision just as thoroughly as the fogged car windows. The very marrow inside your bones sparks with lethal electric pleasure – twice as intense as your last climax. Three times as intense as your first.

The flesh of your palms throbs from the crescent drill of your fingernails. Lashes soaked with rhapsodic tears which run and cool upon your overheated cheeks. And it’s only when your body goes limp and your nonsensical sobs soften to hoarse whimpers that his fingers finally slip from your spent cunt, and his lips detach from your swollen clit with an almost spiteful pop.

You sink lower in your seat, wrists suspended overhead and spine moulding to the sharp bend of the bench as Silco straightens with your knees still hooked atop his shoulders – the new position elevating your pelvis and leaving only your lower back upon the soaked leather cushions. 

He peers down the length of his nose at you, folded and helpless beneath him whilst he towers long and lean above. Sharp, slender lines, painting the perfect picture of smug arrogance in a way that further stokes your seemingly insatiable desire for this insufferable man. The short, salt and pepper hairs at his temples stand on-end, wonderfully ruffled from the grinding rub of your thighs, and your release glistens upon his chin, a single wayward drop sliding down his throat to slip beneath the open collar of his burgundy shirt.

“You— you said you were g-going to— to drive me home,” you pant; breathless words misting in the chill car air.

The hook of his lip is so subtle you almost miss it; a self-assured curl to accompany the hand which snakes around the front of your thigh and reaches for the straining buttons of his trousers.

“So I did, and so I have,” he drawls, “Three times, if I counted correctly.”

You whimper lamely as he pulls his cock free, allowing its hot weight to flop onto your sensitive sex in an obscenely indecorous display. Broad, calloused palms curl around the fronts of your thighs, and sweep a warm and promising journey up to your knees. Unhurried – deliberate – he unhooks them from his shoulders and leans forward, pressing them towards your chest under his weight, folding you even further in half.

You gaze down the gap between his body and yours to where the long, scimitar curve of his shaft rests in the drenched cleft of your pussy. His flushed, flared tip leaking pearls in a promise that thickens your throat with gluttonous want. 

His hands shift again – pressing outwards, leisurely spreading your legs, “And yet I haven’t received even a simple thank you for my generous service,” he reprimands with a disappointed click of his tongue, using his grip on your shins to push them farther apart, farther back, until your knees brush the leather bench either side of you, leaving you stretched and lewd beneath him.

“Not only have you no manners,” Silco croons, dragging his cock through your folds with teasing little rolls of his pelvis until he’s just as slick as you are, “but you have also ruined my upholstery. Truly, a terrible passenger. Luckily for you, I’m in a forgiving mood tonight… I’ll overlook your misdemeanours—”

He shifts his hips, catching at your entrance and sheathing himself to the hilt inside you with a single, devastatingly smooth thrust. Your cunt flutters greedily around him and you bite down on the hitching whine which bubbles from your throat, canines drilling into your lower lip and dampening the noise to a muffled, splintered groan.

He begins to fuck you slow and deep – filling the small carriage with yet more warm, breathy moans and the sound of wet, slick friction. The triumphant glint in his eyes is as dark and sharp as the promise on his tongue:

“— and I’ll even drive you home a few more times.”

[sugudoe]

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emy, love, i got too excited and started babbling .ᐟ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🪷་༘

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

morbid as it is, i believe my depression and anxiety are the two major factors, specially this last few months, it’s getting difficult as of late, but fortunately i have the third thing, which is love. i might have problems with loving my own life, but i love others and it makes worth living. there are greater things expecting me, so i keep being this optimistic, gentle and try hard person.

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

the best thing, without a doubt, it’s this whole community of strangers that follow me, likes my stuff and interact with it. any time i see a comment it turns into fuel for my writing, and therefore i keep making more and more non stopping. the worst part for me, would be my strong desire to keep getting better than what i was yesterday, so i burn my brains and my eyes with editing a new theme every night, writing until my fingers and arms go numb and the feeling of believing no one likes it. i had a talk with another creator this week, about this fear of never growing or making people hate what i do, it’s silly, but it has been plaguing me for a few weeks now.

what scares you the most and why?

be stuck. i have many goals, had always been a wanderer in my own mind, creating the life of my dreams, and it petrifies me the idea to never conquer them. to see myself in the future living something i did not plan or created, to be unhappy and grey, makes me very very scared.

tell a story about your childhood.

i don’t remember much of it, so i’ll tell you this one from before my birth. my mother was on her way to clip her tubes, and found out she was pregnant with not only me, but a boy as well, her biggest dream. she then decided to trick my older sibling, saying if the baby is a girl, my sibling can pick the name, if is a boy then she will. i guess whatever divine creature in the sky didn’t enjoyed her lying to a six years old, and then i ended up “eating” my twin. any opportunity, my mom tells this story and she says “you ate my boy!!”. sukuna aah story.

what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

to live by myself, actually. not in a house setting way, i actually mean i fear doing things by myself, i avoid wasting my money with me or going out alone. i thrive on having company, that’s why i like to interact with people.

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

yes for both! all the woman in my family could be considered mediums, specially my mom. we have always been followed by weird things. we have lived in three houses, the first one had a weird atmosphere to it, in the dark. the second one was were i grow up, constant nightmares, one person died and showed up demonically to two people, it scares me to be anywhere there, to look somewhere for too long and know you will see something. my current house, though, it’s fucking creepy as well and unfortunately i’m the most affected one. i’ve seen a girl on my siblings bed, something white jumping towards me, a black shadow following me, sounds of chains, screaming, footsteps and yet, the second one scares me the most. for aliens i believe in them, astronomy is my favorite thing in the world, my dad and i use our telescopes to see the astros and keep saying “you see that? that’s an ovni, for sure.”

are you a spiritual person?

i don’t know, my parents have never imposed religion on me, so i learned for myself. have always believed in the universe, i studied lots of religion and when i found all those similarities i started to believe that there is something that is behind all of this, and it presents itself for others with different names and faces.

what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

i’m proud of mini me, she was really pure and really smart. i learned english by myself when i was seven years old, i learned of astronomy, arrows and bows, of the history of the world, to write and to read and to talk freely of what i think. gosh, she was amazing.

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

as of later, you guys. anytime i see an ask, a comment, a follower, serotonin is released. and also music, to sing and dance when the emotions are too much. my favorite song is a nova vida, by carter burwell.

how many tabs do you have open right now?

110 on safari and if asking about apps, it’s 6.

any bad habits?

bed rotting, and i used to smke, but it’s been a long time, yay!