Crosshair’s hands closed round Tech’s goggles, fingers brushing over the cracks in the lenses. They were an unfamiliar weight; he’d never had reason to touch them before. He bowed his head, breathing heavily.
For a moment, he allowed himself to remember —
But his hand spasmed, and he grimaced, trying to keep it still.
kinky rambling confession about something i remembered this morning: okay so like two and a half years ago for halloween i went to this party with a bunch of other people. it was being thrown by a few close friends and it was really fun! i went dressed as envy and one of my friends (let’s call them violet) who was throwing the party was supposed to go as poison ivy but earlier that day she texted me and was like “i was freaking out about my poison ivy fit and almost called off the party but i chose something else and i think you’re going to like it.” when i walked into their apartment later that night, i was ill-prepared for the ravages of whorish need that began swirling and curling in my stupid lesbian veins. they were done up in a tiny white slip-dress romper type number with spaghetti straps. the neckline outlined and dipped between their breasts. the soft material cinched at their waist, and fell more open around their bare thighs. she has these killer dark brown eyes too, so yummy to look at. tonight their natural dark lashes were coated in black mascara, and their lids were— oh god. cow print design. intricate and detailed, white base with black spots and black blurbs. their dress was the same, cow print. now, alright, let me be clear. i am not immune to hot people or what they do to get my attention, but this was something else. i didn’t notice that i’d been standing a few feet in front of the door, midway between taking my shoes off when violet is walking over and happily welcoming me in and telling me i look gorgeous and im just fucking stunned. “do you like it?” their voice filled with this self-contented sound yet they still wanted my opinion. i could hear their hopefulness. i summoned every ounce of cool girl i had in me and went “oh i absolutely love it!” i had nearly fallen taking off my boots and now here i was standing in front of them as they fawned all over me and my outfit and my makeup and my hair and every small detail. i wasn’t even really hearing their compliments. i couldn’t even respond, for fear i might say something wildly inappropriate aloud instead.
i couldn’t say that i was thinking of sliding my fingers into their top and massaging their breasts, soft nipples hardening to my touch, rolling and pinching until they moaned in a way that satisfied me enough to begin sucking. i couldn’t say that i was entrenched in the idea of eating their pussy from behind while i have them on all-fours, no way could i mention the way my mouth began watering. every light touch all over my body made me want to slam them into the wall beside us and tell them they make such a cute cow. i wanted my fingers inside them, my lips wrapped around their pink nipples. i wanted to use them. i wanted to take them right there, because of that small tone in their voice, because they had wanted my opinion, my thoughts, my validation. what better validation than to slap their pretty fucking face when they’re on their knees before taking them by the throat and guiding them swiftly all the way down to the floor on their back. tightening my grip and letting my lips graze overtop hers as i play with her swollen clit. my dumb breeding toy, hastened breathing and warm body pressed to the floor. my pretty little cow just needs to be played with and touched and felt up all over. no thoughts, no overthinking about what anyone thinks of them, just pure pleasure. i want to ask my lovely violet if this is what they wanted, i want to hear them say it. i want to milk those yummy tits until they’re begging me to stop because they’re so sore and much too sensitive. i want to see them writhing like a slut in heat underneath me, desperate for more yet whining through how good it feels to get what they want. and i don’t want to take it off, this cute costume. i want to leave it on them. i want to tell them exactly what i like about it and how it makes me feel. i want to ride their thigh while i pump my fingers into their wet pussy and tell them how fucking pathetically sweet they sound practically begging for my attention. if that’s what they want, that’s what they should have. all of my attention. i want my fingers in that beautiful dark brown hair, my lips and teeth and tongue working out my oral fixation. i want them to feel— “allura? hello?”violet’s hand waved in front of my face. i’d been lost in thought. “do you want a drink?” she asked. blinking twice and trying not to think of how good their lips feel, “god yes. please.” they gave me a curiously pleased smile, eyes narrowing for a slight second and taking in the red hues on my cheeks. it wasn’t so long ago they’d seen that look on my face before we were attacking each other on their front porch and devouring one another there in the middle of broad daylight. “i can always tell what you’re thinking about, you know.” the burning in my cheeks intensified when they walked into the kitchen ahead of me and i was left to follow after them like the slut i am as i mockingly muttered under my breath, “such an annoying whore. i cAN aLwaYs tEll whAT yOu’Re thiNking abOut. ugh.” i dont fucking doubt it
see like the thing with 'carewhumpers' as a concept to me is it just like... i know this is prrrrobably not really how it's meant but something skeeves me out about the idea that kindness or caretaking mixed in with hurting someone can somehow meaningfully complicate or dilute the harm done to the point of making that character no longer a 'whumper' whereas someone doing the same 'bad' things but not ever being gentle or caring for them would just be a straight-out whumper. when like... that's how 90% of irl abuse dynamics work? so i just... don't really get the point, i guess. like to me it implies something about the 'care' provided somehow mitigating or combating the harm done that. i just do not personally appreciate or enjoy.
oh my god today was so comically garbage and I decided to end it by trying to make waffles for myself which I have been doing multiple times a week for the last month and I know the proportions by heart and yet I got them incredibly wrong and then I was like "no worries I will simply make a double batch and freeze some of them" and then I got the proportions even wronger and now I have like five very dense very dry waffles instead of eight regular waffles that would have had the right amount of milk in them and I am going to bed and tomorrow the gremlins had better cast their eyes on someone who isn't me or I cannot make any promises about what I will do
My purpose and singular mission in life is to make sure queer and/or neurodivergent kids know that sometimes it really is their parents who are stupid and other adults are on their side. This, unfortunately, does not make me popular with their parents. Gonnae keep doing it though.
guys please tell me those batman #148 leaks of jason dying again are fake. tell me they're fake right fucking now i can't fucking do this shit right now i'm off my meds
you are complaining about complaining too much while complaining about the fact that maybe people dont like you because you complain too much while complaining about being alone. just stop complaining and do something about it. talk to people. reach out. dont just wait for someone to come to you first.
i have tried reaching out to different people in the past year or so but it never works. i understand its my own fault for letting relationships decay because of my own insecurities and issues but that doesn't mean i can just will myself to think or believe different things about myself. it's a self fulfilling prophecy ; i think people don't like me so i don't reach out so people don't like me etc .
i am sure you do not want to hear me list all the things i want to say in response so i will put them in the tags.