#my mind… babe my mind…

[warframe1999]

i am absolutely in love with the fact that everyone’s coming together at once and helping to theorycraft, point different things about the update out, and translate alongside eachother. a massive thank you to those that are helping to also translate the proto orokin! i’m so excited to get more crumbs and then THE UPDATE!!

i still have so much to say, share, and cover with JUST the mall and the gameplay demo right now (like excuse me… MAJOR RUSALKA?!!?!?!) so i might be getting ahead of myself… BUT. regardless. stay tuned :)

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Bernard: i lied. i don’t like sex. put your clothes back on babe and watch my power point presentation about What The Fuck Is Going On Between Batman And Twoface

Tim: …

[justporo]

Ascended Astarion would let himself get painted nude and then obnoxiously send these paintings to Tav, who left him - like the medieval fantasy version of an unsolicited dickpic.

[emborami]

Wouldn’t mind making a deal with this devil tbh

[jibberjibbsart]

Good luck Dean 🫡

[rythyme]

is anyone gonna tell f1 tumblr that the first ever live action omegaverse show is a sports drama about gay racecar drivers. because that feels like something they'd want to know.

[theloveinc]

Almost everything Giulio Gandini does is methodical—

The way he brews his tea, when you’re together and he insists upon a pot of hot water and his own sachet of loose leaves for steeping.

The way he makes your bed, with fluffed pillows and crisp sheets, the edges always cut where he’s folded the linen into the mattress to keep it secure…

And the way he finger fucks you, every night before bed, with your legs splayed open on top of clean, white sheets, and his warm body nestled into your side, mahogany hair loose around his face, hot against his neck.

He near cradles you in his lap, thick fingers (always his own flesh, never the prosthetic) rubbing warmth into your core, making sure you’re sopping before ever trying to enter you. Giulio seems to know your pussy better than you do, as by the time he’s two fingers deep, your thighs are already aching, strained from taking the shock of the two, three orgasms he was already able to glean from you with such little sweat on his behalf.

By now, this night time activity is routine, as is so much of the way your household with him is run, which is why you still scold yourself for not lasting longer at his behest, even if it is all for the sake of you—

(Never is he trying to torture you, more so just show love to you in ways much more specific than words can get, and maybe tire you out for a better night’s rest, at the same time—)

But every time you think you’ve become immune to the curl of his fingers, the press of his thumb against your clit, he manages another something else to have you writhing—first it was the scissoring of his fingers, then the addition of a third digit, and then the heel of his palm smashing into you, the list goes on—though his skill is methodical, well practiced and deliberately timed, Giulio is far from afraid of surprising you, especially if it ends in such a sweet reward.

(Often the wetting of the front of his boxers, from his own cum or the overzealous release of yours—you’ve never quite squirted with other partners the way Giulio can make you, and still manage to stop most of it from hitting your sheets, either by catching it with his tongue or letting it seep into his own clothing.)

He never lets you finish, finally, knuckles deep, without a kiss. Deep and guided, he kisses you until you’re left panting into his mouth, kisses you until you can’t reciprocate any longer, and kisses you until he’s left to do the work up kissing up your tears, instead.

By then, you’re much too caught up in the aftershocks of him, cunt still throbbing in his hands, to do anything more than let him soothe the white numbness of your near overstimulation in any which way he pleases. Sometimes that means running you both a bath (he could never not join you in the tub after such intimacy), soothing your aching body with a hot washcloth and a pot of fresh tea, or cuddling you until the sun rises.

Regardless, in such afterglow, you let him hold you until your breathing is back to normal and you can look him in the eye again and smile that tired little smile, the one he loves so much. All before he slips into bed beside you; a dutiful servant, giving til his last breath.

[hypnobrainwasher]

Who decides for you?

It's not that you're unable to make decisions.

What do I wear?

Should I wear makeup?

Which shoes should I wear with this?

It's not that you make bad decisions.

When should I eat?

When should I sleep?

When should I work out?

It's just that decisions are constant, unrelenting work.

I'm so anxious.

I'm so tired.

There has to be a better way.

And a good girl like you should never have to work.

Tell me how to look.

Tell me when to eat, what to eat.

Tell me when to work out, when to sleep.

You should always play, and be pretty, and pleasing.

Tell me how to please you.

Tell me what you need.

Thank you for taking decisions from me.

Just make your last decision. You know what that is, don't you?

[pfhwrittes]

something something johnny very seriously asking you to put him in a cock cage two weeks after his vasectomy because he doesn't think he has the willpower to not cum in you for 12 weeks and the cock cage was closer than the near empty box of condoms in the bottom drawer of the beside cabinet something something

[sloasis]

[justsayyes1]

The red light

(TW: extremely adult themes such as prostitution, bambi sleep triggers, and other adult content)

The red light district, desire encapsulated in a simple colour.

So many Bambis get lost there. Some have been known to visit and never be seen again. There’s something about the lights' glow, dancing off the glass, drawing them in, like a moth to a flame.

Good, BIMBO DOLL.

There’s something they envy about the women, too. Their pretty little cock pillows, LIPS LOCK. Their perfect bimbo titties, TITS LOCK. Even their demeanour, how they allure with a simple seductive aura. POSTURE LOCK.

I can see why it attracts even the strongest-willed Bambis. These girls get to dress in the perfect little uniforms for their jobs. Bambi would love nothing more than to be UNIFORM LOCKED for her jobs. Adorning outfits that emphasis every curve, showing off the soft fragility of her femininity but also her power.

It would be impossible for Bambi to hide the leaking. Thighs slick and shining under those pretty lights that draw her closer and closer.

Her mind lives its wildest fantasy there. Being an object in a window, desired by men, showing off for men, pleasing men.

Is Bambi jealous of these pretty little BIMBO DOLLS? Getting to use their bodies to pleasure cocks. Getting to DROP FOR COCK, as many times as is required. They are the perfect little GOOD GIRLS.

Feeling the POP of the cock from their lips just POPPING away a little more of their resistance. A little more of their memories. Each POP from every cock just making them more. And more blank, docile and obedient.

And Bambi wants to be just like them. Don't you, Bambi?

No more pressures, no more expectations, just kneel and suck and fuck. Such an easy, vapid existence. So pure and simple. Just giggling with a happy empty head, as you milk the pleasure from as many cocks Bambi can take.

Each cock taking more and more of Bambi’s mind away with it. Dripping and dropping you down. And down. Turning you into the perfect toy for pleasure. That’s what you envy really isn’t it, Bambi?

All these girls, such perfect toys for pleasure. They are desired, they are sexy and happy. You want to be just like them.

Can you feel it, like a subtle whisper, the soft glow of the red light, beckoning you in?

BAMBI SLEEP

Feel every step closer to that booth, you become more and more the toy you were meant to be.

The glow so mesmerising. The idea of being a doll on display so infantilising. Filling you with such nervous excitement. Each step is made with a tremor of fear and anticipation. As you step further and further away from your old self, your old life, as it becomes almost unrecognisable.

With each step you can hear the click of your 6-inch heels, you can feel swaying of your perfect bimbo titties. As you arch your back in perfect posture, presenting them as they should be.

Your body melting now, dripping from every hole. Your sex throbbing with lust and desire. Knowing Bambi’s every last fantasy is coming true.

As you bathe in the glow of the red light.

Consuming you completely.

You are changed, you are Bambi. So perfect and pretty. Pretty little sex doll.

Your oldself is simply a fragment or dream of someone who looks nothing like you.

BAMBI IS BAMBI now.

You take a seat, dripping, so vapid and empty and happy. Waiting to please, ready to serve.

A perfect little Bambi BIMBO DOLL in the window now, begging for men to desire her. Begging for men to use her.

[fleeceyang]

Winter for Metal Magazine November 2024 / L Seoul 2024 “Incomparable” Collection

[gunsatthaphan]

"It still hurts."

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Danny’s parents want to kill him and he’s like “f in the chat y’all dinner boutta be so awkward tonight smh”

Ok so I know everyone loves the angsty headcannons where Danny is terrified of his parents cuz they wanna kill him but we’ve had that hot take since 2005 I’m here for a source material revival, the much more entertaining “Danny’s parents want to kill him and he actively doesn’t give a fuck”

CUZ UH, IM REWATCHING THE FIRST SEASON AND I FORGOT HOW GENUINELY BLASÉ HE IS ABOUT MADDIE AND JACK TRYING TO GET HIS ASS ITS SO FUNNY.

Like mom holding a literal ghost gun to his head: eh kinda unphased he even has time to quip, his parents say they wanna tear em to pieces: meh see u guys at dinner, LIKE OUR GUY IS SO UNPHASED HE THINKS THIS SHIT IS FUNNY! (s1 ep. 14 public enemy)

And he’s unphased despite knowing his parents tech works and knowing that his mother is actually a good shot. So like I love angst Danny and y’all should keep up the good work but where is my s1 Danny ‘COULDN’T give less of a fuck about his parents’ Fenton representation?

Cuz think of this, for your DPXDC AU consideration, Danny would fit in so well with the bat gang if only because they could try to stab, shoot, capture, brainwash, and stalk him and he’d be like “oh cool villain of the week shit? Nice, what’re we having for lunch.” He. Wouldn’t. Flinch.

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

Katsuki would never in his fucking LIFE call Deku pet names. Fuck no. FUCK NO. His one and only exclusive pet name and term of endearment is Deku. Nothing would come close to being even a fraction as meaningful as that two syllable name.

[usergayeddie]

BENZ ATTHANIN as KIM MINSU pit babe season one (2024)