#this is kinda old and the hands look like shit

[gayhornythoughts]

Alright time for my thoughts on the root of this problem. I think a lot of it is inthat USAmericans arent Insentivized to learn culturally. Knowledge is not a virtue here, its seen as a road which leads to Financial Gain. Im a USAmerican, and I do believe we as a whole are culturally insensitive fuckwits who know nothing on aversge, but I think its in-part due to values pushed on us since childhood. The whole fucking country is a cult of its own.

"You live in America!! The land of the FREE!!! All you need to care about is us!! All those pansy wimps out in places like "Europe" and.. other countries.. they dont have what we do! We have power! Education! Wealth and Pride!"

Thats what most fucking americans here are like. Its insufferable and exhausting. The reason they dont research outside this shithole is because they think that the place they live is so perfect that no one elses lives matter. The world revolves around them.

In their mind, all the information they need is on how to fit in to American society.

"Everything AMERICAN MADE is SUPERIOR to anything from ANYWHERE ELSE"

This is something you hear a lot. That American Manufacturing for one reason or another is higher quality than any other. The closest competitors you hear of here is Sweden for Furniture (IKEA brand) or Germany for anything... generally Engineered. I think the IKEA thing is more a testament to IKEA's quality and advertising prowess than anything, but that's besides the point.

I think this mindset is why so many American reactionaries state that what they see outside of the country is Wrong. We're heavily sensationalized from birth with excessive amounts of propaganda about how amazing our country is. Our flaws are almost NEVER made the focal point here unless it's via an artist or writer whose art inevitably becomes another fucking brick of fuel for the capitalist machine.

So, ive established my theory on the mindset. American propaganda and American Sensationalism are heavily ingrained into our society as a whole. Education and knowledge is seen as a tool to get more income rather than to truly learn about the world around you. So, with the majority of Americans not looking into the outside world (They live in the best place after all, why would they?), how do they learn about countries outside of their own?

Why, through movies and shows of course!!

Everything Americans know about outside their country generally comes from Television and Film. Or at least it was before smart phones got in the hands of every living human on earth.

Media depicts countried as highly stereotyped typically. Mexico universally gets The Yellow Filter and is shown almost exclusively as dusty deserts in TV and media. Old worn down roads with outdated infrastructure and watering hole towns which rely on bucket wells. France is depicted almost exclusively as Paris (the sensationalized paris mind you, not the real one. I hear its kinda shit there tbh, but im not knowledgeable on the topic). Germany and Ireland are shown as just.. alcoholics and bars everywhere. That kind of shit.

So. That somewhat explains people who are now in their mid twenties to late fourties and why this is impacting them, but what of the younger generations whose primary media has been mobile devices?

Well, Im not as confident on this as I am about the media stereotyping thought, but hear me out. I think due to the attention economy online being so intense, with advertisements being so aggressive and clickbait being so genuinely insane, why would a child reasonably go "Hm, I could watch 'I went down this Dark Tunnel and found THIS INSIDE?!?!?! NOT CLICKBAIT' but I would rather go to wikipedia and read up on the history of Brazil."

Part of why school is blamed might also fall back to presentation and teaching methods? A lot of historical teaching methods are extremely dry, and all of it is so fucking sanitized and propaganda laden that it MAKES SENSE that most people growing up here would HATE to research about the world. Most peoples favorite parts of school were the ones where they did ANYTHING BUT SPEND TIME IN CLASS!! The most tolerable classes from what I came to understand were the science classes for chemistry labs, math courses for at least building upon itself somewhat, and english for potentially having decent fiction/nonfiction to read up on.

Also, something I noticed was that Media Literacy was NOT BEING TEACHED!! People werent being taught how to extrapolate meaning from texts through most schooling, typically we were TOLD the meaning and told any other thoughts we had were wrong! This would build into the lack of analysis skills and the lack of desire to research!

Overall, really to TLDR this:

USAmericans are raised in a cult environment from the ground up Systematically. Societal views here revolve around individual potential for the raise of capital. Knowledge is not seen as inherently valuable, rather being a method for obtaining financial gain. Alongside this, our schooling system primes students to Not Question Anything They're Shown, spoonfeeding us propaganda in our history courses as well as in our English courses. Besides the propaganda, the teaching methodologies provide answers without room for flexibility or personal interpretations which inhibits the development of curiosity and the desire to learn about the world. Due to this lack of curiosity, the Average USAmerican only absorbs any information from the world via media which typically presents heavily flanderized and stereotyped. While the aversge person could learn, they have no Drive to due to a mix of propaganda and lack of attention span.

im american and i knew that like in kindergarten so i think some of you are just stupid sorry

[loveinhawkins]

not the loss but the thing misplaced

ao3 Written for @steddie-spooktober Halfway to Halloween prompt, “fog,” 995 words. Rated G, Missing Scene, season 4, the walk through The Upside Down woods, Eddie Munson Backstory

“How pissed d’you think they would be,” Eddie says, trying to sound unbothered, “if I asked them to slow down?”

He watches the glow of Steve’s flashlight scatter across the forest floor. It’s not a pretty sight, creepy vines and other nasty shit all harshly exposed, but it’s better than looking ahead and seeing—

“Nance wouldn’t mind. Robin…” Steve gives a vague hum. “Maybe? She’s got this thing where, like, once she builds up momentum she doesn’t really wanna stop. Going uphill especially, I think she thinks she’s gonna fall if she doesn’t do it all at once. One time we were helping Dustin take apart this… transmitter? Or something, doesn’t matter. Anyway, at Weathertop—”

“Weathertop?” Against his better judgment, Eddie looks up, but at least he’s got a distraction for now.

“Yeah, it’s Dustin’s name for that huge hill, y’know, the highest point in Hawkins.”

It’s a cute thought, but Eddie’s fond reply is stolen from him as he inadvertently glances ahead. He doesn’t say anything, but he feels the weight of Steve’s eyes on him.

“You okay? Did you see something?”

Steve raises the flashlight with renewed purpose. Eddie shakes his head. Tries to think of how to phrase this in the least mortifying way possible.

“Nah, man, it’s… it’s so dumb, never mind.”

Great, his go-to tactic: avoidance.

“Oh, yeah? Try me.”

There’s a pointed silence. And, as if Steve’s put some magic in the air, Eddie feels compelled to break it. Even the claws of his doubt that have sunk the deepest seem to relax slightly, and as he takes a breath, he’s hit with a sudden certainty: Steve won’t laugh.

“It’s just—just a thing from when I was a kid, y’know? I don’t, um, I’m not the biggest fan of, like, fog and shit.” He keeps his voice as light as he can, like maybe that can make the fear smaller. But Steve just looks at him, so earnestly listening, and he ends up tacking on more of the truth than he planned to. “I used to think it’d like. Take, um. Take people away.”

It skirts the edges of the full story—of the long nights he’d be left alone in his old home, waiting for his dad to come back. The place backed onto some woods, and when he was desperate he’d sit outside with his heart in his mouth, just watching the fog roll in.

You’re alone, the creeping mist would whisper. You’re all alone, and they’re never coming back.

He’d broken only once; the unhappiest of years had bled into one, but he couldn’t have been more than ten. He’d called Wayne. And back then, Wayne was only slightly more familiar than a stranger—it’d only be much later that Eddie would figure out the distance was a deliberate choice on his dad’s part—but he stayed on the line, and he must’ve missed his shift but never once mentioned it, just kept talking to Eddie quietly.

Eddie can’t remember how the phone call ended—his next clear memory is of Wayne’s car pulling up early in the morning, the gold of his headlights burning through the fog; he drove all the way from Hawkins, Eddie had thought with a childish wonder, as if Wayne had been on an impossible journey in an adventure book.

His dad must’ve returned at some point because Eddie vaguely recalls eavesdropping outside, dizzy with lack of sleep. It’s one of the only times he’s ever heard Wayne raise his voice: “For fuck’s sake, Al, that’s your kid.”

Steve absentmindedly passes the flashlight from one hand to the other. He looks thoughtful. “No kidding? Me too, kinda.”

You’re sweet, Eddie thinks; he can’t help it.  

He nudges Steve’s side with his elbow, “That’s nice of you and all, but you don’t need to make me feel better.”

“Hey, rude, I was being serious,” Steve says, with a lightheartedness that suggests maybe he’s sidestepping something just as much as Eddie. “I get it.”

It’s between one step and the next that an answer comes to Eddie. His mental map of Hawkins unfurls, and he zeroes in on the Harrington house; of course, Steve’s place backs onto the woods, too. There’s something undeniably comforting about a shared experience, however long ago. But mostly Eddie feels a twinge of sadness. I hope you weren’t as alone as I was.

“But that wasn’t the big fear,” Steve says—louder, more confident, like he’s somehow heard Eddie’s train of thought and is really saying, Come on, man, that’s enough. Have fun with me.

“No? Enlighten me, Harrington.”

“It was,” Steve says, as if he’s a very serious newscaster, “the sound of the toilet flushing.”

Eddie snorts. “It was not.”

“It was so! That thing sounded like a monster, dude, it was, like—” Grinning, Steve makes a juvenile noise in demonstration; it sounds more like static from a radio. It’s exaggerated and ridiculous, and so obviously done to make Eddie laugh. “And I’d run downstairs like this—” He covers an ear with his free hand, briefly stops walking to do a comical jog on the spot, “—so I wouldn’t have to hear it. Now that is embarrassing.”

“Okay, fine, dude,” Eddie says, still chuckling, “you win.”

Thank you.

The laughter helps, but it doesn’t quite stop the flare of anxiety when he catches sight of the girls again, the fog rendering them into nothing but shadows, like they might just vanish any second now.

“Hey, you know what?” Steve says kindly. “I don’t think Robin’ll be pissed at all.”

He whistles, and that brings back warmer memories of Steve in his element on the basketball court, Eddie pretending not to watch.

And as they catch up with Nancy and Robin, Eddie can see now that it’s not so bad really; the flashlight’s beam easily cuts through the fog. Steve smiles encouragingly, and he feels on the verge of some glimmering emotion; feels like he’s been given something that won’t ever slip away.

your fear but a lingering, limbic fear torn from shreds of forgotten years. Only that much is clear. —Alice B. Fogel, Forgiving the Darkness

[stormyphoenix]

Hello! ♡ Didn't expect 50+ likes to my WIP, I feel very grateful and that's why I've finally decided to post the whole thing. Couldn't come up with a better title or ending, but I'm quite proud of myself for whipping out a short story about a new fandom in a relatively short time 🤗 enjoy ♡

NSFW part starts under the "Keep reading" 💋

Inspired by this artwork (art originally by einruji)

After the war

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), sexual themes (oral sex), post war Levi Ackerman, F!Reader, established relationship

Surviving the war with you by his side was barely short of a miracle. The two of you, together with Mikasa, Jean, Connie and the others, were all in bad shape, and while Mikasa went away with Eren's head in her arms, you all stayed behind and accepted some help and shelter by other survivors.

Time went by strangely at first, the days blurring together as you and Levi slept the pain and the bone-deep tiredness away as much as you could, bundled up in the same little room with one nice bed and a luminous window, holding onto each other as if still unbelieving that you two made it out alive together, after loving each other for years with the danger of loss hanging heavy over your heads. Then you both began spending more time awake, reminiscing, saying words that had been buried for a while and getting reacquainted with your own bodies, now changed by the troubled times you lived.

Levi had been afraid that his newly healed scars on his face, his blind right eye and his two missing fingers would make him repulsing to you; you were unsure of yourself, too, because you had gained some new scars as well and the stress of what you had endured had brought out a white streak in your hair that made you look older and strange.

But all fears melted away as soon as you got skin to skin with each other, enjoying some quiet intimacy with no sexual urge; Levi almost sobbed in relief as he got to rest his head on your soft breasts again, while your deft fingers carded through his dark locks and lightly scratched the cropped, shorter hair near his neck, but he managed to rein the worst of his emotions, his skin covered in goosebumps under your caresses. You weren’t as good as him, though, because a few traitorous tears managed to run down your cheeks as his strong arms held you against his sculpted, scarred bare chest, then his warmth and his steady heartbeat lulled you into a state of quiet, sleepy bliss. It felt wonderful as always, as if you never experienced the Rumbling and never got injured at all and you were just basking in the afterglow of lovemaking.

One morning, while Levi was lost in thought, sat in a chair with an empty teacup now discarded on the table, you snuck up on him on one side; normally, he would have reacted really fast, maybe in a knee-jerk way, an old habit he had since childhood, but in reality he saw you coming. Your eyes met and his steel grey gaze softened instantly.

“Hey,” he said, gesturing for you to come closer, and you obeyed, carefully wrapping your arms around his neck. His legs were still in too bad shape for you to sit on his lap as you would have done any other time.

“How are you feeling today?” you asked, scrutinising him.

“Kinda shit as usual. Still bruised. Getting used to my lost fingers and eye,” he answered, slightly gruff but with absolutely no bite when it came to you.

“Want some help to apply the bruise balm?” you offered.

“Yeah, I’d be grateful.”

You retrieved the bruise balm from the small nightstand, then went back to Levi. He dutifully held the tin in his left hand while you picked up some balm and began spreading it with utmost care, knowing he was still hurting in most places. Some of his bruises had now faded to green and yellow, but the biggest ones still were a riot of blue and purple.

Levi let out a few sighs while you tended to his wounds, loving you for your feather-like, careful touch on his battered body. Once you were done with the upper part, you slid down on your knees to take care of the bruises that littered his legs; he had a particularly bad one around his mauled left knee that made you wonder if he would ever regain full use of that limb again, and that’s where you put most of your care.

“Done,” you announced, taking the jar from his hand and screwing it shut before putting it aside, but you didn’t move from your spot.

“Thank you,” he said. His eyes had grown heavy lidded, and his lips were slightly open, and you were getting ideas. He leaned towards you, one hand landing on your cheek, his thumb stroking it. “I love you. I don’t tell you often enough, and I intend to make up for it.”

You leaned into his touch, almost purring. “I love you, too,” you said, then looked at him with smouldering eyes. “Let me show you a glimpse of how much.”

Levi’s breath hitched and his cheeks flushed red, his legs spreading on their own and making space for you to crawl between them. He couldn’t avert his eyes from you while your hands ran from his ankles to his hips, fingers delving below the waistband of his briefs; you briefly gazed back at him, then focused on the bulge in front of you, breathing in his scent, before mouthing him through the cotton.

“Fucking tease,” Levi hissed, shivering.

“You love it,” you retorted, enjoying the sight of the wet spot where he had leaked, still teasing him through the fabric.

“I do, but that’s no excuse to torture- ah!”

You had drawn his underwear down quick enough to make his cock spring free, slapping your cheek in the motion, and you wasted no time in taking him between your lips, sucking him down to the hilt in one motion and tearing out a choked cry from him.

“Slow down, please,” Levi panted, his good hand sliding down on your head to thread his fingers in your hair. Not imposing, just guiding. You nodded with a hum, the vibrations around his cock making him shiver again, then established a good, slow rhythm. You looked up at Levi to see him staring at you intensely, eyes heavy with both lust and love, his chest going up and down in an uneven pattern.

“Good girl,” he moaned, knowing you liked to be called this way, and you answered with an uptake in the rhythm and a flat tongue against the underside of his cock that rubbed his sensitive spot under the head with each stroke. It caused Levi to arch his back in the chair, his bandaged hand pushing back hair strands from his sweaty forehead, eyes scrunched shut, cheeks red and lips open in bliss while he panted.

“Shit, I’m not going to last,” he groaned after a while, struggling not to thrust into your mouth at full force, then he whimpered as you let him go for a moment, a string of saliva connecting his cock and your slick lips.

“That’s my aim,” you growled, drunk off his lust. “I want you to come down my throat, captain.”

Levi whimpered again and moaned your name as you took him back into your mouth. This time, you built up a faster pace that made his body tense and he murmured a string of curses under his already laboured breath, holding your head with a tight grip. You gave his balls a light rub and it caused his hips to snap, and you hummed to let him know it was alright and kept the steady rub going.

“Fuck, ah- love, I’m- fuck I’m goin’ to c-”

Levi’s orgasm had him thrashing, emptying himself down your throat with a groan so erotic it made you pulse hard between your legs as you swallowed his warm load, and soon it gave way to overstimulation so he had to pull out before falling back into his chair, sated and breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat shining on his pectorals and in the hollow between his collarbones. You got up, your knees slightly protesting the time you spent down on them, cleaning a stray drop of seed from your chin before leaning in to kiss him; he held your face with both hands while kissing you back and tasting himself on your tongue, the slightly rough material of his bandages tickling your face.

“Let’s go back to bed,” you suggested after tucking him back in, and Levi nodded and let you help him get back on the soft mattress in just a few steps, limping a bit while holding onto you and then lying down with his full weight, but you moved on all fours to hover above him, with an idea on your mind.

Levi exhaled harshly when your lips first landed on his left cheek, where three subtle marks stood, borne by three shards of a thunderspear; then your mouth was replaced there by your hand and his eyes fell shut while your lips touched every inch of his long, stitched scar that went from chin to forehead, going through both his lips and right eyelid. You swore you saw his lower lip trembling lightly in the meanwhile, but didn’t say anything.

“You’re still ever so beautiful, Levi, my love,” you whispered, cradling his face between your hands like the precious jewel he is, pecking him on his temples and forehead and then along his side profile, and Levi soaked it all up like parched earth.

Levi being unusually loose, open and vulnerable while you worshipped his body was something so beautiful it hurt.

He sighed while you kissed the lithe column of his neck and tasted the remnants of his sweat, shuddering when you found his weak spot. A scar lay there on his right shoulder, and you traced it lightly with your fingertip to feel its texture; another one was across his sternum, and you kissed it from one end to the other, his heart beating a fast tattoo underneath. His pretty pink nipples were taut from all the shivers, and you just couldn’t ignore them, but Levi was still spent and likely on the cusp of overstimulation, so you grazed each of them with small, wet kisses and breathed warm air against them. Levi moaned softly, threading his left hand in your hair to push your head against his chest. You obliged by stopping there to feel the texture of his skin, his scar, his sparse chest hair with your lips first, then with your cheeks, while your hands roamed over his flat belly and his hips, cherishing the contact and being mindful of the places where he still hurt.

“Feels good to be taken care of by you,” Levi whispered, holding you tight.

“Well, it feels good to worship you, too,” you murmured back, suddenly feeling sleepy.

“We have all the time in the world to make up for what we’ve missed out, now.”

[midnightclitterateur]

First Kiss

Part One

You fidget. Unable to relax. This was new. Very new. Barely even been kissed and here you are being eaten out by the next door neighbour.

A summer afternoon spent with Tig was always something to look forward to. You had made friends talking over the fence and smoking together. Gradually it had moved from talking in the yard to watching movies on his couch and getting high when your Mom was at work. He had never once made you feel unsafe or uncomfortable and for you, the friendly relationship had blossomed into a crush.

This particular afternoon the both of you were watching a horror movie and passing a j between each other. A slasher movie full of blood soaked tits. When the ubiquitous sex scene came on the screen you both went kinda quiet and the air seemed to change. As the scene unfolded before you the air seemed to become charged with anticipation. The naked blonde on the t.v was bouncing on the guy's lap, as the killer advanced from behind axe in hand. You couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement and a little tingle between your legs.

“You a virgin?” Tig asked, like it was nothing. He was looking at you intently, waiting for you to answer.

“Um…wow, where did that come from?” you tried to laugh off the question but he of course persisted.

“Yes or no,” he smiled, loving the sight of you squirming beneath his gaze.

You stare at him for a moment wondering if you should just leave… but you don’t want to. No, you want to see where this goes.

“Ok, yeah I am. Why?” He seemed mildly shocked and the awkward silence that was growing between you needed to be filled, “I’m an awkward teenager that smokes weed with the creepy biker guy next door. Is it really a surprise?”

“Woah, woah! Creepy?” He laughed, seeing the funny side immediately, “Wow! and I thought we were friends!

“Well there are people that may consider this grooming. I’m sure we had a talk about shit like this at school. In fact they showed us a picture that looked just like…” you looked at him with mock surprise.

“Yeah, yeah…deflecting with humour, I gotcha. I do it too,” he smiled, that little twinkle in his eyes that drew you in. Like an angler fish. “So you really never been touched?”

You shook your head and took a sip of your soda. “Never been kissed, actually,” you savoured his reaction, “I don’t really attract that kind of attention.”

“Nah,” he smiled and shook his head in disbelief, “how old are you again?” He asked, turning his body towards you.

“Ugh, why? You gonna make fun of me? You had never told anyone what you just told Tig. There was no one to tell really. You relented, realising that you were being silly, “I’m seventeen.” You say finally, waiting for the inevitable questions.

But there were no questions Tig grabbed you by the chin and kissed you full on the lips. Taking your breath away. It was no peck either. His lips overlapped with yours and he gently teased open your mouth with them, slowly introducing his warm tongue to yours. It was a masterclass in how to kiss from an experienced older man. His hand moved to cup the back of your head when he thought that you were ready to deepen the kiss. He tilted his head and opened his mouth, guiding you with his skilled tongue. You hummed and grasped his wrist, meeting his movements. Your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest and your pussy ached painfully. Then just as you found your rhythm he pulled away with a grin.

“There ya go, now you’ve been kissed,” he wiggled his eyebrows and looked extremely pleased with himself. Returning his attention to the movie and drinking his beer.

Your face was flushed as you sat stock still, contemplating what the hell had just happened. Your body's reaction throbbing in your panties. “You kissed me…” you managed to say as you tried to process it.

“Yeah? You said you’d never been kissed. So I fixed it,” he said with a smirk.

“…Why’d you stop?” I asked quietly,

Tig stopped mid drink and gave you an amused side eye. “Ooh she liked it,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and smiled feeling more than a little embarrassed for asking him that. Of course he stopped, he was just teasing you. Like he always does. You are intelligent enough to realise that you are too young for this - for him and you stand awkwardly.

“Hey, hey…you don’t have to go,”

“I should though, shouldn’t I?”

Tig stood a little too close, it was electrifying. “Yeah I guess…” he answered, though he didn’t sound very convinced. He gazed down upon you with his ridiculously blue eyes and searched your face for permission.

You bit your lip as you gazed back not knowing what to say to make this happen. ‘Make what happen?’ You thought, ‘your way out of your depth here, kid.’

“You want me to kiss you again?” He asked, placing his hand on the back of my neck.

“Yeah,” you breathed, uneasily. You didn’t want him to laugh at you again.

He licked his dry lips and pulled you close with his other hand, kissing you softly. He was so much more careful and considerate this time. He wasn’t trying to claim anything, he just wanted to make you feel good and oh god it did. The butterflies were escaping from your tummy and into your chest making your heart flutter but you lean into it. Kiss him back just how he showed you. You could hear the wet noises your mouths were making, it made you hungry for more and now that you knew what you were doing you chased his heat, matching his passion.

His hands slid down to your ass and pulled your hips against his body. It made your summer dress ride up your thighs, exposing your panties. His hot lips moved away from yours and down to your neck, kissing and gently biting the delicate skin. You let out a little gasp and arched your neck, it felt divine. Sending lightning to your pussy. Tigs fingers gathered up the hem of your cotton dress, sliding his hands beneath the cloth of your underwear and putting his bare hands on your skin. It happened fast and you didn’t quite know how to react to the sexual touching other than to pull away.

“I…” you began breathlessly, missing his arms immediately. Tig was equally breathless and flushed but his features were filled with regret.

“I’m sorry, that was too fast,” he said, passing his hand through his hair.

All at once you seemed to decide a lot of things. Just looking at him was driving you crazy. Like you didn’t know what to do with yourself other than run back into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, trying to communicate everything you didn’t know how to say into it.

Your feet left the floor and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Tig spun you around and took you back to the couch, laying you down and covering you with his body. Feeling his weight between your legs as he kissed you made you ache and squirm around, needing the friction from his jeans more than your next breath. He knew it. Grinding into you and groaning into your mouth. You realise that you can feel his dick beneath the denim and it sends an aching thrill through your body and a feeling of deep trepidation.

Tig picks up on the change in your body language and pulls back, “you ok darlin?”

You decide to just be honest, “I can feel your dick. I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Hot as that is baby…so fuckin’ hot, we don’t have to do that if your not ready, I mean I am, obviously. Honey, I wanna fuck the shit outta you! But there's other stuff we can do…”

“Like what?” You asked innocently, relieved that he wasn’t going to push it.

“Take off your panties for me baby,” he said with a shark-like grin.

“I don’t know…umm…Ok…? “ you stammer as you move to do as you're told. Tig took off his white t - shirt and threw it aside.

“I bet you got a sweet little pussy, baby… lemme see.” He motioned with his head for you to spread your thighs for him as he unbuckled his belt. “Don’t be shy,” he said gently when he saw the indecision in your eyes, “I bet it's real pretty.”

Your eyes widen as you listen to his dirty talk. You had never heard anyone speak like that outside of a movie.

“Relax,” he smiled disarmingly with that little twinkle in his pretty blue eyes, “no penetration, cross my heart.” He crossed his body with his fingers and kissed the tips as he spoke, smiling that damn smile.

You opened your legs tentatively, avoiding his hungry gaze as your cheeks blazed with shame. You hear him click his tongue, chiding you gently for being embarrassed. “Oh honey…,” your eyes met his once again, and you melted beneath his gaze. “Baby, you're beautiful. Your pussy is beautiful.” He unzipped his jeans but didn’t take his dick out. You probably would have died right there if he had.

“This isn’t gonna hurt one bit, baby…just relax for Daddy and I’ll blow your fuckin mind,” he knelt between your legs and parted your trembling knees a little wider. Making your tummy turn over. You pull a couch cushion over your face with a squeal feeling the embarrassment keenly.

You don’t have to wait for him to begin. He parts your folds and dives right in.His soft tongue laps so…so… gently at your clit. Easing your virgin cunt into unbelievable new sensations. You let out a shuddering breath as you become accustomed to the pleasure. Sinful moans escaped your lips between indecisive pleas for mercy. His mouth had you somewhere between heaven and hell. Suspended in a warm aching haze of infinite pleasure.

“Tig…” you sighed his name and finally figured out what to do with your hand. It tangled in his curly black hair, as your hips began to rise and fall unbidden. The other stifled your moans when they grew too loud for comfort. The patio doors were open after all and your mom could be home from work at any moment.

He answered you with a long satisfied hum. Watching you arch your neck when he sucked on your clit. His experienced tongue laving your pussy with fervour. Sliding it up and down, probing the skin that covered your closed entrance before returning to spoil your tingling bud with his skilled muscle.

The pleasure was soon too much to bear. Your tummy was coiled tight as you teetered on the edge of something you had never experienced. It was all too much but you wanted more. As much as he could give you. You tingled unbearably in places that had only just been awakened by his touch.

You panted loudly and your legs trembled. Sweat prickled your skin… then it happened. You fell spectacularly into a mindless aching pool of throbbing delight. A smile, wide and strained, wreathed your face and your eyes rolled to the whites. Tig had to hold down your bucking hips to continue eating you through it.

Tig rose, wiping his dripping chin with the back of his hand. A triumphant smile, equal parts smug and proud on his face. As he looked down at the quivering mess he had made of you.

“Oh my god.” You push the damp hair away from your sticky forehead as you stare vacantly at the ceiling. You felt Tig crawl over you, your hands rising almost instinctively to guide him.

“How’d that feel, Princess?” He asked smugly as he stared down at you with those damn eyes.

“Good…so good,” you say, still breathless from your orgasm. He leaned down and peppered your face with little kisses, making you giggle girlishly.

“You want another one?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip as he pressed his hips into yours. Letting you feel his cock, big and hard in his unzipped jeans.

But even if you had dared to take him up on his offer your afternoon activities were rudely interrupted by the sound of your Moms truck pulling into the driveway from across the yards.

“Shit!” You pulled down your dress and jumped up, you spun around in a tizzy looking for your underwear. It was nowhere to be seen but you had no time and as you tried to run out through the open glass doors Tig pulled you back and kissed you hard whilst he shoved a couple of grams of weed into your pocket before he let you run home. Watching you climb the shared fence with a faraway smile. Your balled up panties clutched tightly in his hand

[shadeslug]

Nooo babe, don't replace yourself haha

[somegrumpynerd]

Assorted Horror and Killer doodles since there aren't enough of them c:

Killer by Rahafwabas Horror by Sour-apple-studios

[nabaath-areng]

It's kinda funny looking back on old screenshots and edits I made 3-5 years ago because in a way they have changed a LOT yet at the same time also not all although the fact that my old computer could barely handle having FFXIV installed is kinda evident in hindsight lol

[bakedpolygon]

She girlbossed so hard I forgot how to draw skirts

eheuheuheu

[rev-velvet]

Hey everyone how's it-OH GOOD HEAVES!!!

THE THEME IS PAST VS. PRESENT VS. FUTURE!!?!!

[wildflowercryptid]

i've always got to pick faves that have the dumbest fucking takes made about them i stg

[lucifer-kane]

feel like playing around with christopher's design but i feel like if i change anything major about the way he looks someone or something will explode me

[satellite-blossom]

I've yet to find another site that can give you the same feeling as a Wattpad fic with a beautifully/expertly edited cover and the worst first chapter you've ever seen so far.

[igixri]

we are one episode and 10 minutes into season 5 and the shit that Walt has managed to do so far in that span of time is like some of the evilest shit he’s done so far because now he’s like, psycho confident about all his machinations. when he’s in the car with jesse and mike and ends an argument with “because i said so” AND NEITHER OF THEM CALL HIM ON IT…ITS JUST SO BRUTAL ITS SAD like damn neither of you immediately started hitting him with hammers after all that? he heisenbergpilled you?? when he hugs skyler and tells her I FORGIVE YOU…I could’ve torn his head off his shoulders for that. And don’t even let me speak about the heinous shit with the cigarette I know he was sitting there thinking he’s so clever for coming up with putting it in the vacuum cleaner. I hope he blows up

[panb1mbo]

i want to buy an abandoned church and turn it into my house so baaaaaaad

[mayspicer]

Girl help I really need to do the test tasks for a new job or else my life is gonna get very bad real soon, but all I want to do is draw ttrpg characters.

[time-teller]

vent again, just.. UGHG I'M GOING TO WRING HIS FUCKING NECK WHEN I FIND HIM