#story for another day

[murdrdocs]

dads bsf!ares; semi public sex; fem!reader MDNI

"will you relax?"

ares' words are harsh, squeezed through gritted teeth, and definitely those of a rhetorical question. you know that whether you let the tension out of your body or not, he'll continue doing what he does best. but maybe he does care just a bit.

his hand meets your jaw. his fingers press into your cheeks with a strong grip that he uses it to turn your head back around to face him.

your view of the hallway that leads to the entrance is replaced with ares' face.

"he's not gonna be back for a while. and when he does come back, he'll come through the garage. we'll hear him."

looking down at him, you see his eyebrows raised, his eyes not nearly as uninterested or as menacing as you would have originally assumed them to have been.

you don't respond, your brain already inching back towards that dumbed state you love so much.

but ares prompts you once more. "okay?" he asks, this time clearly searching for an answer.

you nod politely, letting the stress melt off of your shoulders as you press your hands firmer into ares' bare shoulders.

"'atta girl."

his hand lets go of your face to slide back down to your side, holding your waist in a two-handed grip as he continues to pound into you from below.

"hold that to the side for me, sweetheart. lemme see."

he nods down towards the patterned fabric of your bikini, already pushed a little to the side to allow ares to enter into your cunt time and time again. you're quick to do as told, reaching down and pulling the crotch of your bottoms to the side, giving ares an unobstructed view of the way you two are joined together.

it's insanely risky for you to let ares fuck you in his living room, and not just because of the conspicious location. you've fucked ares in places much worse than this without much care. but the concern weighing on your brain currently is that your father, having stepped out of the house for a little to grab dinner, would return at any moment now with your siblings in tow.

and no matter how calm your dad tended to get on lake days, you knew that he would instantly blow a fuse if he found out about the inappropriate relationship you have with his best friend.

it's best for this secret to remain between you, ares, and these four walls.

... and the hot tub, pool, master bathroom and bedroom, guest bathroom, and boat.

[sweetpetaldreams]

"The best thing to hold onto in life is each other." 🤍

[gifti3]

Oh god, i realized how freaking tall andrealphus is and now my brain is unwillingly comparing him to slenderman

[marigoidz]

Another poll because I love them

This may seem random but my choice is Laura, based on my headcanon of her having a single dad she's super close with

[chipscouttolentino]

What did you even get grounded for?

You don’t wanna know

[d3m0l1t10n-lvrs]

Petition for the people who make fair rides to make them plus size accessible.

Earlier tonight, I went to a fair with my bestie. I couldn't go on any but two rides, one of them being the carousel. It was humiliating every time I got onto a ride and get strapped in, only to realize I can't fit. No matter how the ride operators pushed and pulled, the bar wouldn't click, or the seatbelt wouldn't buckle, then I had to do the embarrassing walk of shame behind the barrier, and watch my friend have all the fun.

And I don't wanna hear anyone's arguments about, "Well, if they just exercised, they wouldn't be plus size! 🤓☝️" Or, "Well it's unhealthy anyway! Why should we promote that by accommodating them? 🤡" Because I've heard it all, and I'm sick of it. There are so many reasons why someone may be plus size! And even if they are plus size because they're "lazy", does that mean they can't have fun? Also, literally EXISTING isn't promoting shit. If you look at me and worry about your kids looking like that, then that's your own issue you need to talk with a therapist about.

In conclusion, fuck fairs. What a waste of 40$.

[peacesmith]

i need to draw dalton’s TAS design….

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[badluck990]

I had a fun conversation with my mom and I'm sharing it here

Me: Can hear Mom complaining about my grandma and decide to go investigate

Me: What did Grandma do now?

Mom: 😂 Oh I was just telling them how when I was 18 I got a belly button pircing because they were all the rage when I was a teen and Grandma wouldn't sign off on it. And she said 'at least it's not a tattoo' and then when I was 19 I got a tattoo. Grandma was horrified which added to my enjoyment of it.

Me a week ago: Pointing out to my friends that dispite my Mom's worries nome of them noticed my legs weren't shaved until I called it out and mentioning the fact it mom is horrified by it makes me smile a bit.

Me now, to my mom: See aren't you glad the worst thing I've ever done is refuse to shave my legs?

Mom: ...Fair Enough.

[cracktopus]

Hey guys, this is Zion. He’s married to Ralph and has like forty three kids. Actually, eight kids but like, a me thing. He’s a master painter, musician, and very novice actor. He’s pretty famous and a bit into himself. He’s really confident and overall a good person. His fame kinda gets to his head sometimes though.

[skyrigel]

People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.

[siramory]

anniversary gift to my boyfie.. :3 .. nd some traditional doodles below hte cut

becyase ... the two r involved.. but also i didnt want to post them seperately. im too lazy

[fictionadventurer]

How did Treasure Planet manage to come up with the greatest aesthetic in all human history? Victorian elegance plus space-age flair, with just enough dirt and grime and wear and tear to make it feel real? A combination of traditional and computer animation that perfectly embodies the movie's blend of old and futuristic? How does it get any better than that?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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[reds-skull]

Needed to see this man beaten and bruised, but in pink this time

(Also hey I actually have free time again)

[asteraws]

my clown college grad project from december last year 🎪