#but I love it

[lonelyvampx]

[cabbagege]

I want to go back to the days when 'Bad Batch' had only one season and I didn't know that it was possible to cry like a Bad Bitch.

[limeartichoke]

heaven says - marble hornets

[miraclesnail]

I love all of them 🥹 esp that Quetzal bird

Weird and wonderful compilation of strange bird noises.

[tinytaako]

they make me so sick (i love them so much)

[timethehobo]

Scribble scribble Emmy but in Ono Natsume style.

[distinguishedtragedyangel]

OMG YESSSS this is one of my fave ongoing Sonadow fics!! It’s very dead dove don’t eat so be warned before reading but if that’s your jam CHECK IT OUT!!

Doodle

"The Me I Don't Want You To See" by ArtificialChaosCola (ao3)

[ryewwww]

Didn’t expect truck driver!simon to blow up like that so here’s part 2!

Part 1

⚠️: fem!reader, age gap, readers first time, choking, Simon’s rough, squirting(👁️👁️), lowkey sex addict!reader, oral (m receiving) I probably missed something, forgive me😣

The night ended with Simon being the first person to claim you.

It was painful because he was so fucking big. Thick, veiny and slightly curved. You nearly tapped out with just the tip.

He held your hands tightly against the mattress, pushing in slowly to let you adjust. Tears had escaped from the corners of your eyes but Simon was quick to kiss them away.

“S’alright, birdie. You’ll adjust.”

Simon had to gather every bit of patience in his body for you. Because god, all he wanted to do is snap his hips into you, fucking you till you’re crying and seeing stars on his dick. You’re so fucking pretty and vulnerable under him, it was sight he yearned for.

When you finally adjusted and whined for more, it was game over. He had you folded in half, thrusting in so hard and deep. You moan loudly, back arching and toes curling. “S-Simon! Too big!”

“Oh, but you’re a big girl, birdie.” He muttered lowly in your ear. “Learn to take it.”

Simon couldn’t help but be a little rough. Large hands wrapping around your neck, controlling your breath intake as he fucks into you faster.

He loves seeing you like this. Absolutely spent and out of your mind because of his cock. You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. All you could do is moan and babble as he fucked you stupid.

Your thighs shook around him, an unfamiliar but powerful feeling overcoming you. Simon knew you were coming, but he desperately wanted to cum with you so he rutted. Your legs spread, cock hitting your gspot repeatedly as you release around him, squirting on his pelvis.

Simon finishes at the sight, pushing in deep to bottom out before pumping your womb full of his warm cum. You thighs couldn’t stop shaking, tears couldn’t stop flowing but your eyes held hearts. You fucking loved it.

And since your first time, you’ve been relentless.

Simon will never get tired of fucking you but shit, he felt like his dick was going to fall off. He should’ve figured—you’re young, energetic and fucking needy as hell.

The moment he steps foot through the door, you pounce. You’re on him, legs wrapped around his waist, shirt on the floor as he takes you to the couch and gives you what you want.

Simon’s just sooo hot, you can’t help yourself. Simple things like him changing the oil for his truck, when he rolls out from under, tank top stained, and sweat gleaming. God, you have him back inside, bouncing on his cock, milking him dry.

When he has to go for long work trips, you’re with him. He pulls into a truck stop and calls it a night. But when you finally settle in bed, cuddling quickly turns into mating press that causes the whole truck to shake.

And it doesn’t even stop there. When you go to the truck stop shower the next morning, he’s fucking you in there too. The wet sounds barely covered by the water spraying down. Didn’t help that your moans echoed off the tiled walls even louder.

Back in the truck, the trip resumed. Like always Simon lets you yap away about the latest reality show you’ve been watching. About a few hours into driving, you were feeding him some berries, and when he turned his head to look at you, you were in your lingerie.

Simon’s eyes widen before turning his head back on the road. You laugh so hard at his reaction, which sparks confusion in him. “Birdie, what happened to your clothes?”

“You were so concentrated on driving, I took them off to see if you’d even notice. And you didn’t.” You said before popping a berry into your mouth.

To you, it was like a little game but to Simon, a tent was growing in his pants. Too bad for you, you didn’t know that there was a rest stop coming up. He pulled into it when you were distracted on your phone and when you look up to see why you’re slowing down and then stopping, he quickly parks the truck and is on you.

He’s got you on your knees, gagging on his cock. You obey, keen on pleasing him. You suck him till your cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling around his tip, eyes keeping contact with his. His hands are tangled in your hair, pulling it all back while guiding your head up and down his cock. He’s cumming down your throat and you swallow it all, not daring to waste a drop. And he praises you for your nasty work.

“Good birdie, not wasting a drop of my seed.”

Simon pulls you up, hiking your leg up to the passenger seat so he can fuck you deeply from behind. An arm is wrapped around your neck, keeping you closely against him as he began to pick up his speed. His fingers came down to rub your clit, matching the pace of his thrust. You whimper, holding onto his arm, letting him take you however he wants.

He then turns you around and pushes you on the mattress, legs on his shoulders in an instant as he fucks into you harder. Both of you were so close, and fuck, you were desperate for a release. Skin slapping filled the air and when his fingers rubbed your clit harder, you jolted, clenching so fucking hard around him as you came.

He was close behind, his thrust getting sloppier until he pushed deeper, filling you up.

He leaned down, kissing you passionately and praising you for taking him so so well. He tucked you into the bed before going back to the drivers seat and continuing the route.

Part 2 of truck driver!Simon. Should I do part 3? 👀

(This is also unedited, sorry for any mistakes)

[ellearts]

The Black Leopard

[3-2-whump]

I misread the color swatches ‘venom’ and ‘acid’ and combined them into one: ‘vomit’

Which, yeah? I guess?

Uh. Tried to find yellow-green color names to describe bruising. Not... exactly what I was looking for. Here's some ridiculous sentences.

"Hours of kneeling just days prior left them with Mad Scientist blotching on their knees."

"They could still see the finger-shaped indents around their arm, even after fading to a soft Guacamole."

"They pulled their sleeves down, trying to hide the faint Swamp that lingered."

"Is that a bruise?!" "It doesn't hurt that bad, I promise, it's just Pea Soup, see?" "It shouldn't even be that!"

[yeonzzzn]

this is 100% going to be my personality for the next year

[heartsoftruth]

Lewis x his tiny notebook during his Ferrari test debut | 22.01.25

[shotmrmiller]

since @xoxunhinged wanna talk about neighbor price in my dms.

neighbor price is... unsettling. pervasive. stands a little too close to you, skin prickling with unease. his touch lingers too long— a large hand on the small of your back, on your shoulder, squeezing like a vise.

doesn't wait for an invitation, simply assumes it's already been extended because you'd made small talk with him while watering your plants. mows your lawn without asking, fixes the rickety rough-hewn door to your backyard. (it didn't close all the way, you'd use a brick to keep it shut.)

"wasn't safe, love. there are bad men simply waitin' to take advantage of vulnerable people like you. you're all alone, yeah? not even a dog for protection." (he's the one who knows best. better than you do. patronizing.)

peers over the fence when you're out in the searing summer heat, pulling out weeds. wants to make sure you're not working too hard. pops in when you're in the garage with the door up doing something. "need help with anythin'?"

he bulldozes through your personal space under the guise of concern. a self-appointed guardian.

you get sick and he's already walking through your door, with a bowl of soup and a bottle of meds. he hands you a glass of water, watching you swallow most of it, only to finish the rest himself, his lips on the same spot yours had touched.

makes comments on your hair, your clothes. touches them like they're his. "won't the shirt get dirty? new hairstyle, right?" it's admiration yet feels possessive. claiming.

offers a helping hand yet hides the other behind his back, a cold chain in his fist.

you tell him that while his assistance is appreciated, it's unnecessary and he feigns innocence. "jus' tryin' to be a good neighbor, is all." good intentions. but you've never heard the other neighbors talk about how he's fixed their fence. changed the oil to their car. offer to fix that leaking sink of yours. he's got quite the selective generosity.

his words are coated with honey but there's still an acrid aftertaste. it sits thick on your tongue, coating your tastebuds. sticky residue on your hands, hard to get rid of. insistent. like his presence. just wedged himself into your life, a thorn under your skin. to remove him would be painful, it'd tear at the flesh.

(he'll take your tools, hide them in his shed so that you're obligated to ask him for a favor. forced to repay back this debt someday.)

poor you.

wait til the rest of the 141 come around. you're doomed. autonomy? not around here. price going on a solo, so he calls them over to keep an eye on you. :(

[foone]

DOOM ON A FLESHLIGHT.

It is the dawn of a new era of nonsense!

[checanty]

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