#yeah thats a bit of a stretch

[abstractfrog]

SILVER BLAZE PART THREE - happy jonkday everyone. one of these days i'll draw a scene that doesn't take place at night

[hecksupremechips]

Come back home when you have some sense

You can throw your life away just not at my expense

You’re not the son I raised

[jekyll-doodles]

mean to me 😑

[starswallowingsea]

Just had the most baffling interaction

[volfoss]

Genuinely this lj liveblog is saving my sanity reading this. They're a lot more analytical than I am for certain things and I really appreciate that. And also sometimes you need the experience of buddy reading a book but you'd never force anyone to read 770 pages of slop.

[todayisafridaynight]

oh girls dont look im rambling in here

[unfriendlyneighbourhoodbogwitch]

Turns out the only way I can buy gym clothes is to describe them as "pokemon trainer-core". So. Is that something I need to bring up at my autism assessment?

[nicepersondisorder]

killing and violence (wrist pain is back)

[lilac-melody]

Hmm.

[steampoweredskeleton]

.

Ignore

[bmpmp3]

when it comes to deep learning style vocal synths vs concatenative synthesis style vocal synths i like and use both, theres pros and cons for each, i adore deep learning synths for their versatility in vocal modes/expressions/appends/whatever and their breaths and of course im a fan of how many have multi-lingual functionality, but one thing they just cant beat concatenative on is the late 2000s-ass NND-ass doujin-ass impossibly fast rapid fire syllable'd japanese pop singing a la disappearance of hatsune miku. to be honest miku barely handles it. thats what the song is about. to me no one does it better than a basic but well oto'd CV utau LOL

[phagodyke]

ahh.. I have tickets for a small music festival tmr which I went to last year + had a whale of a time but this year theres only like 2 artists I wanted to see but they released the schedule a couple days ago and neither are playing before 9:30pm. since I don't live local anymore I'd have to leave to travel back home around that time or I'd miss the last train... and there's not rly anywhere I can crash overnight there (and I was planning on going alone anyway like I did last year). so I think im gonna have to let this one pass me by :-(

[arolesbianism]

I wanna draw oni characters with designs based off of abnormalities from lob corp but 1 motivation and 2 I wanna make Olivia plague doctor soooo bad because the idea makes me go crazy especially with making a white knight printing pod design too but it's the latter bit that would be hard as hell and then I'd also have to make Jackie one sin like legally and I don't wanna do that both design wise and character wise because one sin is my bestie

[ifwdominicfike]

matt loves to feed into your love for his hands.

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this is the 3rd time today you’ve caught yourself staring at matts arms, if it wasn’t his arms it was his hands. the way the veins spread out and then trailed up to his forearms, you were practically drooling.

he knows this too, he’s caught you staring at him multiple times. he hasn’t told you anything yet though, watching you watch his every move when he wears a tank top or when he’s playing videos games with his brothers, he knows you’re staring.

how could you not though?? he was basically teasing you at this point, like the other day for example, he had gotten some new rings and was desperate to show you them.

“sweetheart come look at these new rings i got” you make your way to your shared bedroom and see him staring at his hands, flexing them making the veins more prominent. that infamous grin while doing so is telling you everything you needed to know.

your eyes fixating on his hands immediately, the way he stretched out his fingers to show off the rings made your thighs clench.

noticing the gleam across your face made his grin widen, “you like them doll? or are ya’ gonna keep ogling at them hm?” he takes your hand into his and start peppering kisses to your knuckles. you couldn’t take it anymore, his teasing words, his stupid grin, just him. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, your lips locking with his and you feel a hand cup your jaw and the other grip onto your hair.

“y’think you’re so fucking slick huh? staring at me like that with your thighs clenched like i wouldn’t notice, needy girl” he continues down your neck as his hands roam down your body, you gasp at the sudden movement of you being picked up. you’re back now lying against his white sheets “pl..please! matt- need you s’bad” you whine “gotta be more specific than that baby, what do you need from me sweet girl?” he grips onto your legs and places them on his shoulders “pl-please baby.. don’t t-tease me-“

your voice becoming more and more needy “aw, poor thing can’t take a little bit of teasing? such a desperate whore.” he starts sliding off your shorts, those being thrown and forgotten somewhere in the room while he stuffs your lace panties in his back pocket.. “so soaked f’me, all this over what? my hands?” he laughs in your face, tracing his fingers up and down your slick. you yelp out once you feel him slap your cunt, that same stupid grin on his face as he watched you squirm.

“fuck matt- come on pleasee, been such a g-good girl f’you” you grind against his hand, aching for any kind stimulation what so ever. “okay sweetheart, i guess you’ve had enough” you hum in agreement, you feel his slim fingers dip into you, the feeling of the cool metal from the rings sending goosebumps down your spine. “o-oh! mhm.. please!” you pleaded “yeah? s’this all you needed baby? dumb girl just needed my fingers thats all”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

first smut!! i was thinking of making this a full fic but i didnt.. anyways school has been beating me up pray for me 😞 okayy well thats all for now bye i love youu ᥫ᭡ !!

[angelicblondie]

morning wood

MDNI - rafe x princess!reader

you woke up to the steady sound of rafes breaths against your ears as he slept peacefully - and of course, the erection placed on your backside.

you craned your head to look at him - and he looks oh so peacful. it was adorable, the way his brows were even furrowed as he slept, never truly relaxing. his lips were just slightly parted, letting out long deep breaths every now and then.

as creepy as it sounded, you just loved to watch rafe sleep. he was truly the cutest, but you knew you could never tell him that - he would be such a grump.

you hum groggily, arching you back off of rafes chest as you stretched a bit, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. you pink nightie had risen up to your hips overnight, leaving you bottom half exposed. rafe, still in his slumber, protectively wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him. you giggle quietly, and once again check him over you shoulder, biting you lip. expieremntally, you press you back against his crotch, to which he groans softly, eyes scrunching up.

"baby," he mumbles in his sleep, hugging you even tighter against his growing erection. you hum and turn around in his arms, placing a delicate hand along his jaw. "rafey," you whisper.

he hums as his eyes flutter open a bit, taking in your appearance. he lets out a deep breath from his chest, closing his eyes again to rest into your shoulder. "mornin' princess," he mumbles, peppering a couple of soft kisses into your neck. you hum back a good morning as he detaches him from you and lays on his back, to which you follow by resting on you elbow and using your available hand to play with his messy bed hair.

"how'd you sleep?" you ask softly, his hand coming to your waist to pull you closer.

he hums tiredly. "great." your leg is thrown across his torso and a smile overtakes your features. you lean down and press some sweet, long kisses against his chest. "m'glad," you respond.

you hands trails downs his body, your nails (which he paid for) lightly scratching his abs, to which he lets out a pleasured groan. you hands stop at the waistband of his boxers and you look up at him, lashes fluttering, a pleading look in your eyes.

rafe lets out a breathy chuckle. "shit, go ahead, princess."

you bite your lip and crawl to straddle his legs, bringing down his boxers and taking them of his legs. the cold air of the room causes goosebumps to trail up your body and your nipples to harder through your nightie, so rafe pulls up the white duvet to your shoulder, and you let out a greatful hum.

you look up at rafe as you hands delicately wrap around his base and he looks down at you hungrily. you look back down at his dick, biting you lips.

rafe lets out a impatient breath. "y'gonna suck me or just stare at it?" he complains in a slightly annoyed tone, but you just giggle.

"sorry rafey" you whisper, leaning down to place an apologetic kiss on his tip, and his eyes roll back a for a moment, letting out a guttural groan. you lick up from his base to the tip, wrapping you pink lips around it, looking up at him as you do so. "shit, atta girl." he praises, his hand essentailly patting your head as he moves some hair from your face. you on all fours, leaning down in a cow pose as you arch your back up to begin to take more of him. as you slowly suck him, you let out little hums every now and then, break away to tell him how good he tastes and much you love sucking his cock, knowing that rafe likes praise just as much (and maybe even more) than you do.

because at the end of the day, you just want your rafey to be happy. you just want to please him in any way, and thats why he loves you so much - you're his little doll, his princess.

"fuckkkk" he groans. "gonna cum soon. y'gonna take it, yeah? swallow up all my cum?"

you nod, bobbing you head up and down on his cock, breaking away for a moment but continuing to stroke him. "mhm, promise,"

hes lets out a sadistic chuckle. "thats a good girl, princess," he praises as he grips your hair in a makeshift ponytail, taking control as he shoves you down his cock, your eyes widening in surprise and water as you gag and choke around him, to which he lets out a chuckle at your frazzled state. "there you go, thats it. you can take it." he eases in a casual tone, as if he didn't just shove his whole cock down your throat.

you moan and gag around him, you hands squeezing his thigh as you look up at him, eye lashes wet with unuttered tears, which somehow gets him closer. he groans and manually moves your head up and down his dick, watching as your pretty tears fall onto his lower stomach. he curses under his breath and groans gutturally as he finally releases, not once removing his eyes from yours. you moan with him, finding him just so hot when he cums.

after a few seconds of him coming down, he lets out a pleased sigh. "good job, princess," he praises lazily, patting you head as he pushes himself up, grabbing you waist to pull you in for a quick kiss. "m'gonna go get you some water, took me all the way, huh?" he chuckles a bit, standing up and placing a kiss on the top of your head before heading down to the kitchen. you collapse on the bed, sighing contently, feeling pleased by the perfect start to your day.

[evie-sturns]

𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙩𝙨 - 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: chris is by far the best boyfriend you could've asked for, he's sweet, caring and adores you, except for when it comes to hooking up.. he fucks you like he hates your guts.

warnings: smut, slight choking, rough chris, hair pulling, fluff, aftercare (lots of it), swearing.

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♫..he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts...♫

3:37pm

chris and I have spent the past few hours together around the mall, and he hasn't let me pay for anything.

"oh my goodness chris look!" i exclaim, pointing towards Brandy Melville, he laughs softly as i drag him by his wrist towards the entrance.

"don't you go here every day?" he asks with a wide grin, "no..." i cheekily smile back.

i pick out a small pyjama set, holding it up to chris's eye level. "i think i should buy it" i say, digging through my purse for my card. he nods slowly, "hey gorgeous, i'll hold that for you okay?" chris takes the set off me, holding it with 2 fingers.

before i can process whats going on hes at the counter swiping his card. my eyebrows scrunch, "chris stop!" i say, trotting over to him.

"my treat" he says stupidly back, elbowing me lightly. he takes my hand, pulling us out of the store as he hands me the clothes.

"chris let me cash app you please i feel guilty." i say, looking up at him. "honestly it doesn't matter to me." he says back, squeezing my hand assuringly. "chris-" i say, but instantly getting cut off by him, "no, 'means nothing to me yeah?" he says.

"okay mr rich." i scoff back, he shakes his head with a smile, then sweeps me up off my feet and carries me to the car, i protest the whole time.

8:31pm

"here you are!" i smile, handing chris his phone before plopping down on the couch next to him. he gives me a warm smile as he stretches out on the couch, inviting me to lay ontop of him.

"what are we watching?" i ask, shifting slightly on his body, trying to get comfortable.

a small groan escapes his mouth, which he 'subtly' disguises with a cough, "chris?" i question again, my eyebrows scrunching. i roll over off of him, his forehead is decorated with small droplets of sweat, causing his baby hairs to stick to his face.

“you oka-“ i’m instantly cut off by his sudden movement where he sits up and grabs my waist.

“here’s what’s gonna happen yeah?” he starts, his eyes fixated on mine.

“you’re gonna strip and turn around for me, understand?”

i nod with a small hum.

standing up off the couch, i drop my shorts to my ankles, followed by my shirt and bra.

i turn around, following chris’s instructions.

“did i tell you to keep those on?” he says, staring at the thin piece of material covering my last bit of dignity.

“chris what’s going on-“

“no.” he interrupts me again.

i shimmy my panties down my thighs, soon they follow the rest of my clothes in a heaped pile on the floor.

“that’s right.” he says in a low voice. “on your knees.”

i fall down onto my knees, looking over my shoulder at chris.

he heaves himself up off the couch and walks over in front of me, his bulge inches away from my nose. i take a deep breath as he pulls down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers.

chris doesnt move.

i look up at him with doe eyes, "please.?" i ask softly.

"please what." chris instantly snaps back.

"you know.." i say, toying with the waistband of his boxers.

"i don't know actually." he teases.

"go on, what do you want to do?" chris says, his hand resting on the back of my hair and playing with it soothingly.

i sigh, my cheeks flush as i spit out the sentence "let me suck it"

he nods, thats enough of a signal i need before im practically tearing his boxers off him.

his length springs out, tapping his stomach lightly.

i instantly wrap 2 of my hands around his base, squeezing lightly, i feel 1 of chris’s hands grip the back of my head, his long fingers intertwined in my brunette locks.

i feel him guide me by my hair closer to his tip, willingly i start to kitten lick, earning a desperate groan from chris.

i wrap my lips around him, he takes it as an invitation to start fucking my face.

he slowly tilts his hips foward, encouraging inches of his length deeper into my mouth.

i feel his tip kiss the back of my throat, i squeeze my eyes shut as chris stops his movements, i hum around him

chris starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, his hands growing tighter in my hair as pleasured whimpers fall from his mouth.

i grip the back of the brown haired boys thighs with my hand, “fuck..” i hear him curse before abruptly pulling out of my mouth.

a soft cough exits my throat as i wipe my mouth, saliva somehow on my cheeks.

before i can process what’s going on chris has grabbed my hand firmly, he pulls me up off the floor and into his arms.

he carries us out of the living room into our bedroom, throwing me down onto the bed, his heavy pants fill the room as i lay still on my back, my thighs inching apart as the familiar heat rises through my core.

“you want it?” chris asks, his voice low and croaky.

“please..” i whisper, staring into his eyes.

without another word he’s fully inside of me, a loud squeal escapes my mouth as he grips my waist, slamming into me with passion.

chris isn’t small, quite the opposite actually, in the 6 months we’ve been dating we haven’t fucked that often, only a handful of times due to his schedule so it would be wrong for me to say i’m used to his size.

his hands grip the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart painfully wide.

“look at you hm? taking it all without being able to keep your mouth shut?” chris scoffs, his pace never daring to slow.

those two sentences around make me clench hard around him, “chris- fuck!” i scream, my hands gripping his back.

“don’t fucking come yet, i never said you could.” his voice is almost angry, i know he isn’t though but holy shit.

i can’t even stop it, the knot in my stomach snaps. chris’s eyes brows raise, his pupils staring into my squinted eyes. he continues to thrust into me desperately, i whine from the sensitivity

“no, you decided to come early so now your gonna have to be fucked while your sensitive.”

“chris..” i groan, my brain clouded with the post orgasm

my heart picks up as he places one hand on my throat, he’s never done this before.

he squeezes lightly, ever so slightly holding me down to the matress

after a few seconds he pulls out, almost instantly finishing on my stomach with a low moan.

chris instantly lets go of my waist and throat, he sits down on the bed next to me and pulls me into an embrace. he strokes my hair frantically.

“are you okay? y/n sweetheart.” he says his voice lightly panicked.

i let out a small laugh, i’m in a state of shock from how fast his mood switches but i can’t complain,

i have no reason to.

chris’s face lights up with an innocent smile as he paints my face in kisses.

he slowly stands up, carrying me to the bathroom. the brunette shuts the toilet lid, placing me down on-top of it as he rummages through the cabinets.

my legs shake from the intensity, which chris seems to pick up on.

“shit- i’m so sorry are you okay? was it too much?”

i shake my head “chris no, it was really fucking good..” i say, my voice breaking with a smile.

“are you okay though? did i hurt you at all?” chris says while pulling a small towel out of the drawer, wetting it with warm water.

“chris im okay i liked it.”

“but if you didn’t like it just tell me okay? i would never be upset.” he says, walking over to me and bending down between my legs.

i spread my legs on the cold seat, “can i clean you up gorgeous?” he asks, holding the warm damp flame in one hand.

“yeah- yes..” i say, wiping my face.

chris dabs lightly at my thighs and around my hole, “this okay?” he speaks like he’s talking to a child.

“oh shit what-“ chris says, his eyes drawn on my stomach which is painted in white streaks.

“that was me? jesus i was in a trance or some shit” chris says, shaking his head as he wipes it off.

“okay i’m gonna get us some clothes okay?” he says, standing up with a grunt. chris walks out of the bathroom and comes back several minutes later fully dressed and holding a pile of neatly folded fresh love.

“you need help getting up?” he smiles, a sorry expression on his face. i stick my hand up which he grabs, gently lifting me up onto my feet.

“okay just try out your arms up for me” chris says with a concentrated look on his face.

he slides the sweater over my body, followed by the matching sweatpants.

he lets out a small sigh “feeling good?” he asks, picking me up again.

“thank you chris.” i say burying my face in the crook of his neck, his long hair brushing against my face.

“comfy?” he says, placing me down on the sheets that are now crumpled from my deadly grip on them 15 minutes ago.

he lays down next to me, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.

“i’m sorry about the choking thing-“ he starts, but i cut him off.

“stop apologising chris, these past 30 minutes have been the hottest moments of your whole life, and i’d gladly do it again in an hour.”

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@leah-loves-lilies @braindead4l @suyqa @chrisstopherfilmed