#at least shake the sand off man 😭

[toytulini]

Man dont get albino fish

Bro has been sitting here unmoving all morning. sand all over its back. its gills are moving so its not dead. but like.

bro are you chilling or dying

[wondeurwall]

AUTHOR'S NOTE. based on the poll: nsfw that won by a landslide, as expected AKSNDJSKb!!! i'll post the sfw soon. i'm currently sitting on 9k with this fic & i don't think i'm close to being done yet omg 😵‍💫 not sure how many more previews i'll post of it – i'll play by ear. or, if it's something y'all still would like, then i'll be more than happy to do it, but i think they'll be much shorter going forward!! 💕💕

AND good luck to anyone pulling for zayne's banner & for anyone trying the new oracle of stars event... i want to try pulling for rafayel's, at the very least, since they all look related to the myths 😭 for the lore, I'LL BE BROKE!!!

TAGS/WARNINGS: 🔞 mdni, fem!reader, porn with plot because i said so, cunnilingus

He drops to his knees, keeps his arms slung over your legs, trapping you at the edge of the bed. His face is in front of your pussy, the heat of his breath makes you quiver.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” he says.

And, you do exactly that. Rafayel’s gaze has the full moon in there, the light unblinking and brilliant, like a parallel of the sun during the day. It dares you to flinch the longer you look. But, you keep staring, find that it doesn’t hurt and, instead, the light feels familiar. 

You hear the waves, tides along the shore and grains of sand being pulled into the water. It happens briefly. Holding your breath, the salt of the sea comes to you like it does in your dreams, a little more vivid each time you fall asleep. 

The same images of him fill your vision. Why?

You release the breath, then blink, feeling the heaviness in your chest and the lump in your throat again. It’s a back-and-forth reel of him and Rafayel, different realities converging to a single point in time – and, your lips are trembling. With the heat of Rafayel’s body seeping into you and the recollection of the sea, the moment tastes and sounds like a memory.

No. It’s more than that. 

You look at Rafayel, and everything feels less like a dream and more like a memory.

You’re about to call his name, but it’s quickly ripped out of your lips in an airy moan. The flat of his tongue glides up your slit once. Then, he’s doing it again, dipping the tip into your hole and curling between your folds as he moves up to gather your cum. Taking as much as he can, he swallows the taste of you, eyes fluttering closed as he savors it. 

It’s the way he does that – makes you believe this isn’t the first time, like he isn’t a stranger to this side of you. So, you’re drifting back into your head (only barely now, because the pleasure is intense, hot and needy) and it’s as if pieces of a puzzle come together in the span of a millisecond and you’re lucid enough to arrive to what seems like an impossible reason: it’s not the first. 

You can’t shake off this feeling. 

Your pupils dilate, oxygen completely dried from your lungs when you see the pleasure on his face. To you, Rafayel is reliving something he’s missed. Something that’s been denied from him for so, so long and he’s finally grasped onto it, and he looks like he’s found the secret to walking on air. 

The ache in your chest is overwhelmed by the ache in your pussy. You whine, the glow in his eyes too dizzying. It does nothing more than guide you closer to hysteria. Your hips jerk forward, begging.  

Blood rushes through his cock, straining beneath his pants as a deep rumble comes from within his chest. He’s diving back into your cunt for more before you can catch your breath. 

You lie there, unable to close your legs. His arms keep them bent and tucked securely between his biceps and forearms, the strength of him nothing you can even attempt to win against. It comes to you as no surprise – he’s not human after all. Your mouth parts, a light sheen of saliva over your lips. Shallow, quick breaths keep you grounded as you watch through glassy eyes how Rafayel devours your pussy like a starved man. 

He pulls back slightly, staring – he hones in on your little bud. You hold your breath when he presses a kiss to your clit, slow and gentle, before he traps it between his lips and sucks, humming as he does.

“Raf – Rafayel,” you gasp, the vibrations coupled with his sucking makes your thighs vibrate, has you seeing tiny white stars. He sucks your clit harder, and your voice gets caught at the edge of your throat. 

There’s a pause before you’re moaning like a broken record.

You force your hands to mask your face, rallying enough strength to quiet down because you’re falling, losing yourself so fast, and you have no idea how to wrap your head around the pleasure that’s already building back up.

There’s a disapproving click from the man between your legs.

“Stop,” he says, voice deepening to a near growl. It surprises you – this tone, along with that look in his eyes, half-lidded, clouded with desire, like a predator ready to pounce at its prey – and you feel a greater level of ecstasy being injected into you and it knocks against the sensitive, heavy knot in your stomach.

His demand is never quite like this. It feels… good. 

Rafayel loosens the hold on one of your legs to snatch your hands away from your face, “I need to hear you, baby, or I’ll stop.”

Breath bated, you can’t help but stare at him, utterly dazed by the moonlight that hangs over his head just like it does in his eyes. 

Lovestruck. Only a second passes before you realize how far you’ve fallen, how desperate you are to see more of this version because there’s no use in denying that you’re among the reasons – if not the reason – he’ll take charge. It’s a stark contrast to the light-hearted and comical side he usually shows. There’s a certain attractiveness to it, the willingness inside of him to take care of you with this authority. 

He asks, “Won’t you be a good girl and listen to me?”

God, you’re so wet right now.

You forget how to breathe, feeling like you’ve evolved in a bottomless nothing. His grip on your hands is firm, yet not so much that it shackles you. He’s still gentle. Nodding your head is all you can manage. He finds it cute. Rafayel brushes his mouth over your palm and around your hand to the first knuckle. He smiles. 

And, you melt. Of course, you do. Craving to be good for him, to be the good girl like he says you can be – that you are – you clutch onto the bed sheets instead, let your mouth babble this time.

When he’s sure you won’t do it again, he goes back to your clit, giving the attention it deserves as he keeps his eyes on you. He plants a kiss to your throbbing bud again. And again. And then again. It gets stickier there, messy with your cum and arousal and his saliva; stretchy, gooey strings that reconnect his lips to your pussy.

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[le-trash-prince]

Only Friends Episode 11 Thoughts

Not sure how I’m feeling about this episode y’all. There’s a lot that’s up in the air for me atm, so it largely depends on how ep 12 goes.

First of all, look I knew I was delusional about TopMewBoeing, I said I was delusional, and I don’t give a shit, I’m still gonna keep shipping them regardless of endgame status. They’re cute as hell and Mew being mean to Boeing and reading him for filth did things to me 😭

I’m just gonna make a separate post about BostonNick coz I have a lot of stuff to process LMFAO

Mew continues to be the king of vagueness and backtracking on things he’s said but not really because he still means it. 👑 I don’t particularly dislike him, I feel for him, but being friends with him would be a nightmare for my austistic ass coz I really need him to be more straightforward with what he wants

Boeing throwing himself at anyone who will make eye contact is what I love in a blorbo. One of the couples needs to adopt this man istg I always fall for characters who show up in the final act and end up ALONE and it drives me crazy.

Boeing’s back is SO FIT

Honestly this episode was so lowkey and drama-free it made me nervously uncomfortable. Episode 11 curse who?? TopMew reconciliation cuddles, Ray trying to get his life together and making solid plans for the future, Boston wanting to be boyfriends with Nick, Atom not even getting skinned alive??? I’m gonna spend a week waiting for the other shoe to drop

Atom got way less than he deserved tho fr this boy arguably did the shittiest thing in the show and he doesn’t even get tossed in the pool? Not even a little tiny murder attempt??? Not even a slap????? Not even someone sending that boy’s personal info to Jehovah’s Witness so they could haunt him the rest of his life??? I’m honestly disappointed in this—I’M SURE IT’S A SIGN OF CHARACTER GROWTH THAT ALL THESE PEOPLE ARE TIRED OF DRAMA BUT IT’S NOT WHAT *I* WANT TO SEE

Sand calling Boeing Boe 🥺🥺🥺

I can’t believe the episode cut off where it did I have never screamed that much at a cliffhanger SHAKING MY FIST IF THEY DON’T DELIVER ON AT LEAST SOME THREESOME MAKEOUTS I SWEAR TO GOD

I’ve got a big family wedding this weekend so who knows when I’ll be able to watch ep 12 pray for me 🙃

[may-bonne]

The Resident Evil series is soo fun. Mjovovich has a lot of other dumb movies that I enjoy greatly. I have links to both Machete movies in hd too if you want them. There's untapped femslash in Luz and Sartanna

The thought of being hit on by Mrod's fake tinder profile is so fucking funny. She nailed the rizz of the average tinder man with her performance tbh. Except Frank's first words weren't "Hey babygirl you wanna show me your tits" like the last guy I matched with ❤ (You are right by the way he should)

Accurate lol. He's like this sad thing with eyes too big for his little dog head you find trying to eat a cigarette on the ground when you're heading home from work late. He tries to squirm away when you first break out the towel and won't stand up long enough to dry his back legs and belly

There is just something about Mrod characters. They're always like that. Most of them seem like they need a hug but would turn it down when it's offered. Her characters in Battle in Seattle and 3 am are a couple of the extra rained soaked ones imo. Scratch putting Holga and Katarin in a room they need to be thrust into a D&D campaign together. I read somewhere that Mrod needed to be reminded more than once to not give Holga a Jersey accent. I doubt she went full Frank but I love the thought. I think she should play a few more villains and break out the vague European accent at least once more. Mrod in a D.e.b.s sequel would be sooo good

I forgot about that spoken word thing! Oh to be Mrod in 2014 going onto tumblr dot com to post that and gifs I found in the search library... Captivated by it sounding like one of her tweets and that being paired with the word mooshiness in the caption. Me in the 2010s

Your brain is way more wrinkly than the director's. Your version of the experiment sounds more in character for Doc Jane's unhinged ass than the boring as FUCK one we got. "Performing surgery on a gun" is funnier to me than it should be. Shakespeare was a weird choice. I get they wanted her to be the annoying smart person who spouts quotes but they didn't put any effort in. I'm assuming Johnnie saw Frank take the tape off at least once and it's a wonder that she didn't cringe and ask him why he was doing that to himself. He probably does it so tight that it hurts. Yay for Ace bandages and sports bras!

anon where were you for the last two years while i was having to cope with being obsessed with mrod alone 😭 i would never ever want to meet her but she's just fascinating on a personal level. i wish she'd come back on tumblr but reappearing once in 2022 to post "i've become SLIGHTLY OBSESSED BY THE THE IDEA ONE CAN BLOW METAL LIKE GLASS" and then vanishing forever is also very funny

i found this guy's fansite from like 2005 compiling her quotes and the one i think about is "everything we do is just reinterpreting god. cement is made out of sand. sand is made out of dead carcasses from the ocean. glass, we look through our windows, we’re looking through dead bodies. look at wood; those are dead trees. you live in an inferno, dude. we’re just living among death. we understand that there’s life in that, so we create something new out of all of it. to me everything is god." that's a wild thing to spout off the top of your head to a reporter for like some fucking men's lifestyle mag. honestly that has more thematic parallels to the assignment than anything dr. jane quotes so maybe they should have just let her write the movie

i wish she'd gotten to make that movie she was talking about writing for like 10 years about a secret society of women or whatever. or the other one that sounded suspiciously similar to the plot of jumanji but i'd still watch her take on it

i was so sad when nitter stopped working because i refuse to make an acc but i miss reading her ridic tweets. when vin diesel got exposed for groping that woman i was worried she was gonna leap to his defense but she was busy posting incoherently about the singularity

i think poe and shakespeare are such weird choices. for one thing, it's not like transformation or rebirth are really prevalent themes in poe's works. he just writes about death. at least have her be into kafka. and if you're going to quote shakespeare then i feel like there must be language about the sexes or disguises or transformation SOMEWHERE so i don't get going straight for richard the third. maybe we're trying to avoid comedies and that precludes twelfth night and midsummer night's dream but still. but also dr. jane's whole thing is that she's an artist and a scholar and so superior so why is she quoting writers literally everyone has read? the only explanation i guess would be that she's implying galen is such a philistine he hasn't even read the a.p. lit syllabus but then she scrawls all that stuff on the walls of frank's hotel room so i think her obsession is supposed to be genuine. also literary symbolism actually has to be reflected in the plot. why doesn't she just wear a t-shirt that says poe

give me the machete links please <3 <3 i'll watch resident evil this weekend unless i end up having to work :/ i like milla (i say that knowing literally nothing about her but tumblr recommends me a lot of gifsets). i thought the interview mag feature with her and mrod was cute too

i'll watch 3am and battle in seattle sometime too just for that <3 fast and furious fandom is always pissing me off turning brian into poor abused woobie baby when letty is RIGHT THERE. i kind of wish i were really into rain/alice or something because i love letty and mia too much to quit but it's such a dudeslashy fandom and letty just gets massacred

last thought for this reply is that i'm kinda surprised frank doesn't smoke but i guess maybe the fake beard was a fire hazard

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

old people have diaries i have tumblr part xx, so once again

shoutout to my mom and my gf who are trying very very very hard to keep me alive, initially with the former hating the latter (i get it) and the latter absolutely afraid of the former (i also get it) but united reluctantly, awkwardly tryna shake hands rn, in their mission to not let me leave this world because they love me on their own terms and god i do not get it.

i'm the typical black sheep, the "burnt out gifted child", the artist of the family who dramatically cries and despairs over minor inconveniences (for neurotypicals at least), who takes on others' problems but breaks down under the weight of them and throws fits and can be the meanest person when aggravated to the point of icy callousness.

you both cool af, tysm for doing this shit constantly. i'll continue to be difficult but somehow you both still want me here. against my will at the moment (baby don't apologize u have the right to want me alive) but i know i will appreciate it in the future when i find another piece of media to be crazy about, when i get to feel the sand under my toes again, when i eat something good or get a whiff of that coffee-scented candle, and will know how to look at such with the wonder and joy i have so much of when i'm well. i miss it so much.

but fuck i am going to have to drop all semblance of pride cleaning up the aftermath of my 7-day deliberate slow suicide in a few hours and i AHHHHHHH ooh my missed lessons... my class cards... 😭 ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE A SHIT ABOUT ME AND SENT ME MESSAGES HOW AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN ONE BY ONE THAT SOUNDS EXHAUSTING sorry

shit

shit shit shit shit i have so much to catch up on okay let's expect the worst tomorrow of course. what i did was bad and ofc my blockmates wouldn't appreciate me basically disappearing when we had big projects but tHEY DONT NEED M- not the point. okay my thesis group was really relying on me and i feel bad buT THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NOT RELY ON ONE P- not the point. might find myself crying in front of my prof because i'm like that and that's okay uNLESS FUCKING CATHY IS TH- not the point. sorry this is like watching dr jekyll and mr hyde duke it out.

anyway.

i don't want to promise anything but i will try to keep myself alive 👍 so that said i prolly won't be updating my fic this week LOL um it's a bad taste in my mouth with ・that・ being my last chapter for a while but hAhAhA ok brain has really been so un-bonita recently too and what prompted me to-- //bleep as cut before i keep going off but my tumblr people also ought to know 🤷‍♂️ consider it practice for explaining in real life. not like that gauges value, but it's just way harder to be serious irl man i need my obligatory jokes and futile attempts at humor 😭