#sorry. SORRY.

[kl4v137]

Larry Gyattz😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Nurse butz!!!!!!

I like him alot.

[nicollekidman]

taylor: *deleting one concise phrase to add three competing images that overcrowd the song and don't leave her space to breathe or let a moment land* do you think the tiktokers will keep calling me emily dickinson

jack antonoff: *cranking up the brightness on a synth that sounds like sharpening a dull blade on a wet stone* you're so fucking smart

[beehunterkisser]

a terrible curse has befallen me

[saintaviator]

paradise

[pipiteer]

[madaqueue]

i have a big test tomorrow and i don’t WANT to study i WANT to think about satoru’s balls

[flowerakatsuka]

hot yaoi kurokara

[radish-vendetta]

normal and unedited red hood and the outlaws (2011) panels i promise

[samwiselastname]

I just want to reblog this and stress this: Mithrun lost his entire dungeon. He didn’t lose 20% of his dungeon. He didn’t even lose 50%. He lost his whole dungeon. Look at what it’s done to him. You can see the death in his eyes, but he keeps on going. This is why Mithrun is one of my favorite characters.

[yaoiautistic]

their cycles are synced

[neon--nightmare]

human fresh called sanzy flesh

[selfship-confession-box]

yeeesh sorry did not realize this place was literally all children apologies did not realize how pathetic I really am. Going to look into buying a gun and or nitrogen canister to kms now. Hope you all normalize and grow up better than I did

[vivipuppy]

Wonderful Precure, Episode 16: The Mystery of the Mirror Stone

[butchdykekondraki]

i havent seen arcane so i have no reason to assume this but i dont think that white man is actually jesus coded i think you guys just dont know any other biblical character to compare him to

[stellagibs0ns]

please let us see ur morally questionable bedannibal stuff pleaseeeeeeeeee let them come to light

this is simply my most recent word vomit

TW: extremely dubious consent, somno & implied drugging!

if it’s not your cup of tea do continue scrolling. but some of us like a bit of questionable content

Bedelia feels his hands on her waist before she registers exactly who it is. In her Ambien-hazy state, she makes no attempts to fight back or turn him down. She wonders, briefly, which of the two it would be. Is she steady enough to turn him down? Or would she have to fight?

Would she want to fight?

Bedelia makes a quiet sound. In return, she’s lulled by a quiet whisper beside her ear.

“Go back to sleep, Bedelia.”

It’s tempting. But the best she can do now is remain dazed and not entirely conscious.

His fingers reach down between her thighs, caressing her cunt. She isn’t wet — she has no reason to be. That does not sway him. He strokes over her folds with practiced fingers. She doesn’t stir. She simply slips back into her medicated daze, despite a quiet whine escaping her.

Her body, traitorous and twisted, gives him what he wants. The familiar warmth of wetness seeping out between her thighs. Still, no real reaction. A blurry outline of her predicament with no concrete plan to get out of it.

His fingers probe at her, before he slips two into her tight heat. Bedelia makes a muffled sound, her cheek pressed against the pillow as she tries to sharpen the world around her. Everything is vague and fuzzy, her limbs heavy with sleep.

She feels his cock through what she assumes is his pyjama pants, grinding against her hip as he works his fingers into her. She attempts to slur her protests, to no avail. Protests? Perhaps inquiries. She’s in no state to discern between the two.

She’s beginning to think that the pill she took was not Ambien at all, but rather something to keep her docile and pliant. His fingers are quick, and she’s grown careless after nights of sleeplessness.

She’s acutely aware of the heaviness of his breath in her ear and the sound of his fingers pumping into her slickness. Her hips subconsciously grind down against his fingers, seeking friction on her aching clit. If she were more aware of her surroundings, she would hate herself for this. Would she?

Bedelia makes another sound akin to a protest when he curls two fingers and leads her body to the edge of orgasm.

“Mmh—“

“Shhh,” she hears, but the voice sounds distant and disconnected. “Rest.”

She feels shuffling behind her, and her thigh is lifted by a strong hand. He wastes no time in pushing his cock into her, hissing at the way her body tightens subconsciously around him. The best she can do now is make quiet little whimpers, vague murmurings.

His fingers brush the blonde hair at the back of her neck aside, and he kisses her skin, greedy and slow. Her head lolls against the pillow each time she attempts to lift.

She feels his cock thrust into her, stretching her out with each movement. She rarely even masturbates anymore. She’s tight, probably painfully so. For who, she doesn’t know.

He thrusts into her relentlessly as she lies there placid and limp. His hand snakes around to settle over her lower stomach, almost threatening. His palm rests over her womb.

“I’m sorry to do it this way,” he murmurs against her ear. “But you cannot be trusted. Perhaps a baby will change your mind about trying to run.”

Somewhere inside, she’s shocked with fear, but it’s too deep and too far away to respond to in her state. Another whine of protest.

“Shhh,” he coos between thrusts. “You’ll make a beautiful mother.”

After another minute or so, she feels his body tighten, and he spills himself deep inside of her. Sleep threatens to pull her back under. Distantly, she feels him pull himself from her and tuck himself back into his pyjamas. His seed spills out of her and onto the bedsheets. Two fingers push it back in, almost clinically, before he kisses her hairline gently.

“Sleep,” he instructs quietly, almost lovingly. “I need your body in the best condition possible.”

She makes another incoherent moan, but soon succumbs to sleep.

“Goodnight, Bedelia.”

She doubts this will be the last time.