#whew….

[dabisbratz]

CEO!Kuroo has my heart mind and soul, what’s your opinion on him!!! (I think he for sure has a daddy and size kink, I mean come on, have you seen the size of this man)

oh…… there’s somethin special about men in suits. any other men out there readin this i am ALWAYS ready to see suit pics. n e way—

you’d think he’s not even the CEO. not when he’s so. . . friendly with his underclassmen. he talks t’them like he’s not the boss, all smiles n laughs n jokes… very touchy. sure, when he’s around the air is always a lil thicker, there’s some silent exchanged glances n nervous knee bouncin… but is that not normal? sure, it leaves the same time he does, but he was so..nice? so surely it’s not him. n you stick with that idealogy until it’s your turn to meet him— one on one. but that’s a story for another day.

the point is… bein his assistant would be.. wow. he’s all big n strong, broad shoulders n thick thighs.. dark hair n darker eyes. he’s scary, you understand now, with his legs constantly spread n his hands folded over the biiiigbig expanse of his lap. (imagine curlin up there—ohlord) his hair’s still the same, jus a lil neater n slick… to put it nicely, he’s sex on legs. all clenched jaw n steely eyes when he’s stressed, barkin out orders. n god forbid if you question them when he’s not in the mood to be questioned— s’like he has a very distinct flip of personality. his eye contact is somethin fierce, he’ll look you dead in the eye n tell you to use your words while you’re stumblin n stutterin. he’ll laugh at you for it, all deep n rich (n very charming when he’s not mockin you!) as he beckons you over or controls your movements with your tie/collar of your shirt.

he’s taller than everyone else— towerin over everyone. n hidin your computer screen is no use cause… he can see everythin. literally. jus from above, is he looks down he’ll see it all. so for kuroo, yea, technically everyone’s smaller than him but it’s different with you. you fit in his lap perfectly, under his desk… your hands are so tiny compared to his n when you jerk him off you have to use two hands. drives him crazy. he also knows his fingers have made you insatiable, yours aren’t nearly as thick or long or big… they don’t stretch or twist like his do)): it’s easy for him to pick you up n move you, he has to be careful not to hurt you when he’s pushin you around.

n with that… comes his daddy kink. i mean!! what else would he have?! he gets called sir all day, doesn mean a thing cause the second you’re babblin for your daddy he could give a single fuck about any other title. n..yea he’s a daddy alright. how couldn’t he be? he’s big, he’s strong, his casual dominance game is off the charts. all it takes is a soft hand on your head, patting all sweet n nice until he curls his hand into a fist n tugs, sharp n hard n barin your neck just so he can give your pretty lips a kiss. he shushes you, tuttin when you whine about n only ever lets go when you mumble a sweet ‘m’sorry, daddy’ asdfghjkdhdkshd he can put you over his lap durin a meetin n no one can say a thing.

[mayariviolet]

for the music asks (i know this is a lot but—)

7, 11, 15, 22, 26, 27, 28, 30

music ask

IT WILL BE NEVER A LOT QUEEN! I LOVE TALKING! YK ME VESPER!🙄🙏🏼

7 ˎˊ˗ A song to drive to

It Was A Good Day by Ice Cube… I always have a little smile on my face whenever I play it hehe… Even if it was a bad day, it mellows me out :3

11 ˎˊ˗ A song that you never get tired of

Bad Religion by Frank Ocean. It makes me pause whatever I’m doing to reflect, to be honest. I have a profound respect for Frank’s lyricism.

15 ˎˊ˗ A song that is a cover by another artist

UGH! I have so many suggestions… but my all-time favourite has to be the Deftones’ cover of Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want (originally performed by The Smiths). It’s so much grittier compared to the original, which I love. It sounds like someone who is at their wits' end—their pleas are so distant and tired.

22 ˎˊ˗ A song that moves you forward

Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain. Ifykyk. I could talk for hours on end about my love for Preacher’s Daughter and its influence on my life.

“God loves you but not enough to save you.” - Sick and twisted when I first heard it but I kept coming back.

“And I spend my life watching it go by from the sidelines. And God, I've tried, but I think it's about time I put up a fight.”

Yes, this song is sad if you look at it from a surface level, but I like to see it as a form of empowerment. PLEASE BRING BACK CONCEPT ALBUMS!

26 ˎˊ˗ A song that makes you want to fall in love

Bewitched by Laufey. God… what I would do to fall in love with someone and have this song ringing so clearly in my heart! And vice versa! It reminds me of soft and easy love. But alas, born to be a lover girl, forced to use Tinder…

27 ˎˊ˗ A song that breaks your heart

De deux choses l’une by Half Asleep. Maybe it’s because I heard this song at a really vulnerable time in my life (which passed me long ago) but for some reason it reminds me of a hymn which is sung at a five pm mass with blistering December winds rattling the entire Church. (Can you tell I grew up Catholic LMFAO)

28 ˎˊ˗ A song by an artist with a voice that you love

To Be Alone by Hozier. Uhm… I think he was in heat writing this song. I saw it live, and it changed my life. If I think about it too much, I will cream my pants. If you have the opportunity to see Hozier live, please do it—he is so much better live.

30 ˎˊ˗ A song that reminds you of yourself

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift. I could go bar for bar with several footnotes on why this song is unequivocally me. Unmedicated and pre-therapy me was a nuisance to society—specifically to the people I’ve dated, though. If I could be on speaking terms with some of them, I would like to apologize for hurting their feelings… I’ll send them my love, and thanks for the experience.

[daydreamycrustacean]

Loved by god

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[daeyumi]

I am what you made me 🩸

[ribbonentrails]

Took a long time to complete my first run, so it's only right to celebrate it by doing an equally long piece of the companions 🫶

[tortol]

parasitism

poem by @growrotten

[saltpepperbeard]

OFMD S2 Ep3-5 + Edward "Heart-Eyes" Teach

[liyv]

everybody leaves + the only one who came back

...was thinking about how dazai was there for All Of That in chuuya's life and he still left him too. ahaha.

chuuya week day 3, found families :]

[smallmeanie]

handjobs are just really hot especially when i’m holding you close and pressing our foreheads together and panting with you and muttering filth and going “yeah? gonna cum?” as i purposely speed up and tighten my grip just enough

[tojisun]

!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>

thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.

he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.

you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.

“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.

jesus-

“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.

“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”

he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.

“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”

he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”

what-

“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”

“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”

those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.

simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.

every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.

“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.

simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”

you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–

“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”

“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–

simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”

fuck-

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives + text posts part 1/?

+ bonus

[thefaiao]

OFF/Mortis Ghost tribute sketchbook drawings. Did these to commemorate replaying the game after a very long time. Last time was probably when it got popular during the Homestuck gigapause. Think of these as a drawthrough (drawing + playthrough) of the game. They are all in A5 with Nº2 graphite pencils and 0.5 and 0.05 archival ink pens, plus digital coloring through limited color palettes in Aseprite. Just as with the Yume Nikki post, I'd love to know: What's your favorite?

[novaneondream]

they’re here

[xlandloud]

lil lineup or something… was mostly meant for me but i liked how they turned out

[ppeuppeuppeu]

this was honestly so frickin HOT