#im gonna call tomorrow

[gourdita]

this is like day 4-5(?) of being without my antidepressants and the brainzaps are so..... like im down for the count. the zaps, the dizziness, vertigo, nausea, etc etc & on top of that, body aches... pray for me yall bc its serious

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

i have a fifty dollar bill coming up and i still havent actually started with my job yet :')

life is very stress

[xxplastic-cubexx]

personal happiness or what the fuck ever

bonus:

[altcvnningham]

adler can’t stop holding bell’s face when he kisses them.

and not gently, either, not the caress of a flower petal, delicate and sweet- bell’s barely a rose if not for all their thorns, and he wrings a hand round their jaw like one might wrench out a weed. rid and tossed to the dirt with all the rest. with all the red. with all that makes them wrong. with everything that came before.

if he can’t muzzle his dog, who can?

he bends their head upward in the interrogation chair, thumb dug into their cheek, squeezing the blood from their mouth into a sanguine rivulet between the web of his fingers; he jerks bell’s face toward the evidence board when their empty eyes fix on him a moment too long, enough to unsettle him; he stamps their chin under a hard thumb when he turns them to the light, soft pupils blown wide as he watches the sweet drug take hold; he digs his fingers into their jaw when they bark too loud at their duly master, shaking sense into his dumb mutt’s whistling hole of a head.

when he deigns to let them go, he makes a point to tear his hand away, sharp and spiteful, so even with the sting they still manage to find suffering in the loss. to yearn for the hand they bit back.

so the rest comes violent, too. the rest comes hungry. the rest comes when he wants it, and he wants bell, with such a blind fervour it drives him mad. where better men might leave, kick their losses to the curb and go elsewhere to get their fill, adler digs his heels deeper in the mud, the dirt where he buries all that red he carved out of them. if it’s tenderness he wants, he can take it for himself, and leave them with the hurt. it isn’t stooping to their level if he’s the one with the leash.

he kisses bell like he’s eating them from the inside. one hand squeezed tight around their flushed face, mouth forced open into an o-shaped pucker. he nicks their lip as smirking proof of his callousness, snags it on his sharpest canine. a peck that mocks affection. licks his way inside their mouth like it’s a threat, a proclamation. you let me do this to you. you let me in, bell. let me in, let me in. such a good dog when they do, loll their tongue out pathetic and starving. he drives his thumb inside, hot, wet, forces their mouth open by the hinge of their stiffened jaw- the last laughable vestiges of their reluctance, crumbling into dust fine enough to sift like sand between his fingers. guess science still has its limits, but so do you.

when he’s worked bell’s mouth nice and wide, he flattens their tongue with a thick finger, face clamped between the rest, and while they’re just about learning to make peace with it all- the humiliation, the degradation, submission made sanctification through the eager expectation of praise- he spits inside, and makes them swallow.

[ratgingi]

my favorite guys <3

[bowledburrito]

Day 1 Graduation!

@ppkm-week

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 16: Naughty

After day 15's, y'all can have a little treat, a little snack if you will, and by little treat I mean Moon and by little snack I mean you're kissing his flat face, read the content warning and have fun~

Content warning: Heavily suggestive themes, kissing and such, little bit of wire play, you know the drill, make smart choices and all that

Word count: 741

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Bonk.

You clench your fist slightly, but remain facing forward in your chair, eyes trained to the security camera feed.

Bonk. Jingle. 

Your eye twitches, but you relent, you won't let him win. Even though he's won pretty much every other time, you won't let him have this one. 

Jingle, click. Jingle, click, click, click. 

He's going to have to give up eventually, right? He knows you're at work! That you have a job. Sure, it's a pretty easy one and really, requires very little of your own attention span that you could allot time for, other activities, and honestly it's been a few days and you've been lacking any form of affection so really-

Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. 

You lightly pound your fist against the desk and turn around, tight-lipped. 

"Moon," You say, eyeing him as he stares down at you, hanging upside down from that wire of his. 

His eyes are crinkled with glee, "Hello, Star."

"May I help you?"

He swings back and then forward, "I think you already know the answer to that."

His faceplate almost meets your lips, but you stick your hand up just in time, "Ah ta ta ta ta, not so fast," You gently push him back, "I don't have time for this right now and you know it!"

"You're staring at a camera feed that has had the exact same level of activity for 45 minutes."

"And it could change at any time!" You throw your hands up, "I have to stay vigilant, on guard. Doing my job, so in case anything does happen, I'm well prepared for it."

Moon's face plate spins, and you cross your arms with a huff. 

When a few moments pass and he doesn't speak up, you spin around again, seeing the issue as settled for the time being. 

"It sounds to me that you just don't want to kiss me."

That, awakens something in you. Something angry. Annoyed. Maybe a little aroused, you will admit. 

You flip around again, "Oh that does it."

Moon snickers as you take hold of his face plate, tilting it down toward you. 

"You think being a nuisance, a pain, naughty, gets you what you want, huh?"

"Seems that way," He chuckles. 

You trace a finger along the side of his faceplate, "You're about to find out."

You kiss him, hard. Right across that stupid smile of his. Then another, and another. Sharp, quick kisses that shift from his mouth to his cheek, then down again. You reach a hand up, snaking it around the end of his hat and using it to tug him more down to you. 

Craning your neck, you tuck your head under the bot's chin and just behind his faceplate, allowing you access to the wires there. You open your mouth and trail your tongue along the metal of his neck. You feel a shiver erupt through his entire frame.

You didn't know he could do that.

But you're not done yet.

While in that same position, you find a wire and gently bite down. Moon freezes and you also pause. Then, his fans get a notch louder than they already were. You take it as a sign to continue. 

In the meantime, his hands keep themselves occupied by sneaking under the neckline of your shirt, tracing patterns into your collarbones. Your hands keep occupied by playing with the ruffle around his neck or tapping against his shoulders. 

When you're satisfied with your efforts, you pull away, staring at the dazed bot for a moment. Then, you plant a final kiss on his smile. 

You swipe your thumb over your lips, "Well, did you get everything you wanted?"

He has the audacity to giggle. 

"I... suppose," His faceplate spins. You think if steam could come off of him, it would be. 

You lick your lips, nodding. Your face is on fire, "Good. Glad that's settled then."

"Now then, if you'll excuse me," You turn around in your chair, scootching in, "I need to get back to work."

You jump when you hear a loud thump against the wall. Turning, you see Moon's fist has slammed into the light switch. You see his other hand is gripping his wrist, in a, really quite poor, effort to stop the action. With that, he goes limp on the wire, letting out another fit of giggles and a sigh. 

You turn around again, infuriated, as the lights come on. 

Bonk.

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Another treat from the drafts for you all

Find the masterlist here, thanks for reading!

[3-aem]

i dont wanna draw gojo back again bc it feels like such a cop out for me even tho i know yall like it

that being said i really fumbled the art ball this weekend by getting distracted by every possible side quest….and i still wanna draw smth

[septimusmoonlight]

You doing ok?

hi

[kissingarthurclaus]

Guess who's sick. And still has to work tonight

[brb-on-a-quest]

so turns out doing homework at 2am was not the right move. i will not be learning from this.

[rohirric-hunter]

They've been in and out of my apartment every day for the past week because there's a leak in my downstairs neighbor's bathroom which is fine but they haven't notified me at any point that they were in my apartment so sometimes I just come home and someone's been in my home, and today they left the door unlocked and every single light on

[todayisafridaynight]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

they always just carryin him around like a bag of apples

(X-Men #19)

[poisonousquinzel]

"I'm nobody. I haven't done anything with my life like you have."

Todd Phillips, Scott Silver, Lady Gaga genuinely, lovingly, fuck you.

I will never forgive you. I hope every day your bones get softer and softer and then one day when you're not expecting it, I shall be there, and I will gnaw through your Achilles heel<3

[robinsgrl]

i will kiss you if you do jj and weird girl pt 2 🤭

Well im making weird girl texts with jj so we have to mack it now…… soooo……