#okay. done. omfg

[rat-creates]

Huiiii @curoopeez :'3 Dnap for you :'3 I made CC Dnap :'3 I'm not sure about the background but aughhhh throws this at you

[feral-ass-raccoon]

finally finished this fuckin thing. uhh content warnings for a handful of things [blood, gore, technically partial nudity, body horror[?], idk blasphemy or something]

digitally colored a sketch that i made of my character alex last session + some bonus doodles

originals:

RAMBLE TIME YIPPEE

apologies to all of the people in that discord call who had to listen to me [gore/angst enthusiast] and the dm [cosmic horror enthusiast] describe my character vomiting up the wings she sprouted as they absorbed back into her body from her back. somehow.

she then also proceeded to get magically dragged onto the lap of a dead and gutted angel by an eldritch god that she had interacted with before, hence the scene above. shoutout to nicholas for being the only god that doesn't hate her rn

anyways, she's going through another hair arc!!! [her hairstyle changes each time she's going through a character arc (:]

sent a poll in the server nd the result were "hair down but messy azula style". but i decided that since she'd already had her hair down for a different arc she was gonna have to change it up a little bit... so this time it's messy half up ponytail thing! my girl is Not having a good time lol

sooo yeah if i ever have to draw another ribcage again in my life i'm going to lose my shit /hj

uhh @santaclaushohoho1 @xxxprogamer69xxx @fweens-clone [dnd party] and. fuck it. @/goober-town

[thesufferingsapphic]

Watching Damian be a realistic 8 year old in merry little batman is so silly and funny till you remember that Dick was 8 when he became Robin

[cloveang3l]

OC Mega Post!!

Wondering why I'm dead? It's these two fuckers.

(btw half of these are just random pinterest references that I referenced and I cannot be bothered to find all of them rn please so just know that only the designs and colouring is mine here)

If these are bad (some of them really are) do not kill me I'm #struggling rn

My girl and her doomed bi4bi lover!! Basically she’s destined to be a villain who dies and he’s destined to be a hero but she’s the opposite of evil and he’s DOWN BAD. He has a secret ability to turn back time that he hides for the sake of not fucking up anything but uses it every time she dies - the time travel makes him lose his memories. So he goes back in time thousands and thousands of times, forgetting and repeating every single time until he finally succeeds.

Also, whenever she dies he gets hit with every past life, reminding him of his failures

(yes they have a happy ending)

“Kind! What about you?”

“I want to stay by your side!”

”Please God, let me stay by her side.”

“When I find the fates, my love, I’ll cut them bit-by-bit till they understand the anguish I’ve suffered.”

Turn back time?

“Yes.”

SAVE HER.

“Is there— is there any way that I could remember? That I could— could tell myself what to do?”

“You will always have flashes of vision. It is up to you if you decipher the truth from them.”

“That is near impossible.”

“Saving her is near-impossible. Yet, here you are, thousands of attempts later.”

“Her family is centred around roses, yet you call her Lily. Why?”

“She is nothing like a rose - she hides no thorns. A lily may be a flower of death, but it is one of purity as well. Besides, we first met in a garden of white lilies. It’s precious to me, just as she is.”

-

"You- how many times have you done this for me?!"

"...Thousands, I think. I'm not sure, I never remember."

"That-- I-- I never wanted you to hurt yourself for me!"

"But you would do the same for me, wouldn't you?"

"I- Of course."

"So let me save you."

She looked at him, in that second, with eyes that spoke louder than any word. She shouted, screamed, cried the words that their lives would never let them say out loud. He smiled in response.

"I know, Lily."

I love you too.

She died two days later.

When I was five, I had a dream. I dreamt of myself, older, dancing with a woman while I had the most genuine smile on my face. I never saw hers, and my vision slowly turned red.

I woke up, and in front of me was a blank notebook. The only words written were ‘Save Her.’

I didn’t know who ‘her’ was - until I met her highness five days later.

She used to be worried about me, asking if she had done anything wrong.

She’s never done anything wrong, she doesn’t have a wrong bone in her body.

So why does she always die?

“Why were you even in that lily garden in the first place? Mother didn’t allow guests often.”

“I was five, I was just trying to run away from my parents. Why were you there, your royal highness?”

“Oh stop laughing - it was for the same reason as you!”

“Perhaps our visit was fate, then!”

The two teenagers looked at each other and grinned, sharing a short, completely undignified laugh.

“Perhaps.”

-

-- There was one timeline— it was the hundredth one, where I actually took my shot. We dated in secret, even got married at seventeen when tensions rose and I truly thought that we’d have our epic story, being able to run away and enjoy our lives together.

But they— they took her away, they tortured her and when I found her she was broken. I’ve— I’ve never seen such a horrible round since, but it haunts me.

Maybe my mind keeps it as a memory for future rounds, but I haven’t let myself confess since. I can’t let her go through that again.

Does it hurt? Does— of course it does! Not only do I get haunted by my failures, but I see her in her wedding dress, in my arms, in my bed and— and I’m not going to have that. Not until I save her, once and for all.

"How did you two end up in a lily garden, of all places?"

"Her mother-- her majesty, kept one privately, behind the palace. Perhaps it was her way of seperating herself with her husband - I'll never be certain, she rarely left her chambers. Certainly not to be with her own daughter."

"You speak with bitterness."

"I speak with bitterness towards many, because many have trampled over my lily in one way or another."

"And yet, you two were the ones to run over the flowers yourselves?"

"There is a difference between crushing a flower as a child, rather than as an adult."

"…Such a devoted soul, you are."

"It took you so many rewinds to notice?"

“I wish I could meet my younger self once, just to hug him. All that kid wanted was powers like his family so that he could be perfect for them - I wish, god I wish that I could tell him that it was all going to be okay. But I’d be lying.”

“I’d say that you haven’t changed a bit since then.”

“I’m nothing like that boy.”

“And yet, you both always wish for the sake of love.”

-

(also a lil animation but i haven’t animated in literal ages and i speedran this in 20 minutes its so fucking ugly)

and here are some pencil sketches!

Going to run away into my hidey hole and never come out because of sheer embarrassment now thanks <33

[dialalagirl]

Because I love him, Azusa's Letterboxd Account, because this trend sounds great and I feel my mans would love the artistic and symbolically made films of love, sadness pain, and tradegy. Maybe both physical and emotional pain too.

Azusa’s Letterboxd Account @KnivesInTheDark “4.5 stars if someone cried, someone bled, or someone whispered their feelings in a dimly lit room” review count: 78 half are art films about melancholy, the other half are tragic love stories where someone dies or gets abandoned | activity: contemplative 75% of the time he’s rewatching the same sad scenes over and over | follower count: 4k mostly emo teens and people who understand the struggle

A Ghost Story –★★★☆☆ “this is just me, but in ghost form. watch as I wander the earth, contemplating my mistakes and eating pie 👻🥧💀” Oldboy (2003) –★★★★☆ “if you’re not twisted by the end of this, are you even really living? 💔🦑🥂” has tried to recreate the hallway fight scene, but just ends up hitting himself in the face with a mop Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind–★★★★★ “to forget someone, or to remember them forever? this is the question” The Tree of Life–★★★★★ “the universe is so big. my problems are so small. But like... that makes everything worse right? 😔🌌”

Her–★★★★☆ “sometimes you love someone who’s not even real. and then you lose them. and it hurts... but it’s beautiful 🖤💻” might’ve actually fallen in love with Siri at one point. definitely sent some questionable texts at 2 AM

Kill Bill: Vol. 1–★★★★★ “she knows. when life stabs you in the back, you stab back harder. knives are the only true companions 🖤💀”

500 Days of Summer–★★★☆☆ “it’s a love story about heartbreak, and that's the only kind of love I understand 💔” lowkey wishes he was Joseph Gordon-Levitt so he could wallow in sadness for a living The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)–★★★★★ “knives, pain, betrayal. she knows what it’s like to carry a blade and a broken heart 💔🔪” Pulp Fiction –★★★★☆ “not enough stabbing, but like, when they do use knives, it’s pretty on point. (pun intended) 🔪😔” lowkey tried to re-enact the “bring out the gimp” scene, but it didn’t have the same vibe in his living room The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford–★★★★☆ “it’s not about the gun. it’s about the knife they don’t use. the quiet tension. the slow build of agony 🔪🖤” once stared at a knife for an hour, wondering if he could really use it for good. still doesn’t have an answer

(follows no one. posts cryptic shots of knives on tables with captions like, “cut me open, and you’ll see all my secrets”)

[aroacesofspades]

^ face of someone (me) who just finished the arcane finale

[confettidonut]

I SURVIVED BITCHES ‼️‼️

[avoiltaire]

home, 1937

(below for unedited!!)

also i just picked a random year LOL um. lihua & hr smart lil cookie

[somestorythoughts]

This nightgown I swear to god.

That is for looking pretty why is she sleeping in it?!? Those are big beads and she's sleeping on her side it'd be like lying on a bunch of Mardi Gras beads there's gonna be a whole bunch of circles imprinted into her arms for half of the next day why would you sleep in that? Why do that to yourself? I'm sure there are lovely sleeping clothes that don't involve freaking beads.

[b1mbodoll]

to the rude fuckin loser that just sent me a mean ass ask 😭😭😭 are you not embarrassed? ur saying its embarrassing that im upset over hatemail but if you got that shit repeatedly im sure you’d be upset too…???

LOL and thanks for sending that in cus it just proves to me that ur nothing but a bitchless, friendless, fucking coward 😭 ur acting all tough and thinkin ur a hardass for sending alllll that bullshit on ANON!!!!! like youre a little loser, lets be so serious. i know it and so do you 😭😭 if you really bout this shit say it off fucking anonymous like a real bitch so i can block you 😭😭 talkin all big n bad just to hide behind the anonymous option 😭 yeah okay LMAO!!!!!! like why r u do scared to come off anon what am i gonna do to you ??? punch you with an EMOJI??? 👊👊👊 like lets be serious ur a cowardly fuckin loser ass freak with no life and ur taking it out on me 😭 jealousy is a fucken disease and for you im afraid its a chronic case 🫶

trying to shame me for having feelings and then proceeding to say you hope i end up in a ditch? ur fucking pathetic!!! and trying to invalidate my sexuality? 😭 bitch YOU DONT FUCKING KNOW ME!!!! god damn you are a fuckin weirdo. do not speak to me or step to me like you know me bc at the end of the day, you’re nobody!!!! you are not my friend, you are not someone that knows me, so dont act like you do. you have no fucking right to invalidate me or my sexuality i seriously cannot believe you’re really trying to speak for me and tell me MY SEXUALITY?? calling me bi and disrespectin me for WHAT?? does spewing hate like a miserable cunt give you such a rush? is that it? its so funny to me like as if id listen to a pitiful fuckin asswipe like you 😭

im so sick of you little fucking freaks trying to walk all over me just because im sensitive and kind. fuck you and ur fuckin mama bitch🖕suck my dick and kiss my fucking ass thank you very much.

[itmeblog]

YouTube Shorts: What if we got into a war with Canada

Me: What if the head of our defense department was a FOX "news" caster, white supremacist, who likely doesn't have the faintest idea how to set up a supply chain (And likely fired a lot of people who do) while we have no true allies to speak of?

Haha, we have fun here.

[b0nelessdoodles]

dnd this last weekend was intense af!

shoutout to the paladin pulling a clutch move to juice up the goblin with god powers and giving him a power trip 2 seconds after he got brought back from death saving zone

[molloyism]

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[humanjarvis]

caught in a lie

synopsis: when you ignore caleb’s calls, he catches you trying to run from the consequences. you make a false promise to appease his anger, not expecting your lie to unravel. but almost immediately, it does.  

tags: based loosely on caleb's "hidden waves" memory, porn with plot, manipulative!caleb x manipulative!reader, brat!reader, mean(ish) dom!caleb, caleb makes out with your cunt for an hour, reader cries, belly bulge, 3 brother mentions but they’re done ironically/out of spite, humiliation, semi-public sex (caleb makes you call and cancel plans with that friend while he fucks you), lines lifted directly from hidden waves in bold pairing: caleb x fem!reader  word count: 3.9k

a/n: love the scene this is based on bc it reminds me of my favorite book from the wattpad era in 300 BC. also this is my first time writing full-on smut and omfg i don't know how people write like 10k of it u guys are wizards. but the response to this will determine how explicitly i write going forward, no pressure

As the Skyhaven nightscape twinkles around you, you can’t help but feel like you’re forgetting something. 

You’d had a great night: Simone had invited you to a cute café, the owners had given you a free muffin, and the raging storm from this afternoon had dwindled into a drizzle. But still, a sense of foreboding loomed over you, threatening to taint the precious memories you’d made tonight.

“...And next week we can go to this new bar downtown! I heard they have the best drinks, and there’s even a puppy mascot they let walk around and play with guests. Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you agree absently, Simone’s words going in one ear and out the other. “I’ll be there.”

As you walk farther down the sidewalk, the vibrant city atmosphere melts away your worries. People of all ages were out splashing in leftover puddles, trying new food stalls, and window shopping in the strip of stores that lit your path. Gradually, you give up on trying to place your unease, surrendering fully to the comfort of the cool night air.

“Hey!” you exclaim, an idea popping into your head. “Do you want to find a photobooth and take some pictures? I want something to remember tonight by.”

“Oh my gosh, absolutely,” Simone responds. “There should be one not too far from here. I went with my brother a few months back! It was really fun.”

At her words, you stop in your tracks. Her enthusiasm is no match for the dread building in your chest. 

Caleb.

Caleb who’d told you to text him when you got to the café, when you were about to leave, and when you were almost home. 

Caleb was what—or who—you were forgetting.

Slowly, you reach your hand into your purse until you feel your phone, digging it out and staring as if it were a venomous animal. Taking a deep breath, you tap the screen awake and immediately lose the air you’d just inhaled. 

7 Unread messages

4 Missed calls

3 New voicemails

Fuck.

“Uh, actually,” you start, chucking the device back into your bag, “I just realized I didn’t bring a brush! There’s no way I can take pictures without fixing my hair—it’s like a bird’s nest up there,” you ramble, giggling nervously. “Can we end the night here?”

“O…kay?” Simone says, clearly confused by the sudden shift in your mood. “Yeah, we can go back now. Your hair looks fine, though.”

Thanking the universe for giving you such an agreeable friend, you walk back to her car, the quickness of your usually unhurried steps betraying your agitation.

He’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill me, you think. 

As the familiar outline of Simone’s car comes into view, she turns to face you. “Do you want a ride to the train station? I told my girlfriend I’d be home at 1:30—I have another hour.”

“Wait!” you cry, throwing your hands out in front of you. She looks at you as if the intensity in your voice is unnecessary. Which is true, because she’s standing a foot away. Quieter this time, you ask, “Would it be okay if I spent the night at your place? Just this once, I promise.” 

“...If you really need to,” she agrees warily. “As long as you don’t mind cat hair.”

When you reach her car, Simone gestures for you to wait as she walks around to the passenger’s side. “I just need to clean up real quick. The granola bar wrappers build up when you’re constantly called in early for emergencies.” 

But when Simone pulls on the door handle, it doesn’t open. “Weird,” she mutters, wiping raindrops onto her jeans. “I swear I unlocked it.” 

She clicks a button on her keys and tries again. Inexplicably, the door still doesn’t budge. “It’s like some force is holding it shut or something,” she says. At that, an alarm sounds in the back of your mind. But before it can reach your consciousness, she continues. “Well, I have a locksmith on speed dial anyway—I’m always losing my keys. But before I call, seriously, are you ok? The way you asked me to stay over….Is there something scary waiting for you at home? Why do you look so worried?”

"It’s probably because I’m home,” the all-too-familiar voice rings out behind you. 

In an instant, your entire body goes rigid. Your now-pounding heart screams at you to run, but you can’t obey without making a scene in front of your friend. 

Plastering a smile on your face, you turn around slowly, as if the longer you took to face him, the more likely he’d be to disappear.  

You had no such luck. Towering over you, umbrella in hand, was Caleb, his normally expressive face a wall of stone. 

Despite his obvious anger, he steps forward to shield you from the downpour and you refrain from taking a step back—against your better judgment.

“Caleb!” you remark, your voice shrill with unease. “What a surprise!”

Ignoring your greeting, Caleb turns his attention to Simone. “Skyhaven isn’t very safe tonight,” he says coolly. “You’d better get home.”

The finality in his words makes it clear: you won’t be joining her. 

“Um, sure,” Simone trails off, wary eyes searching yours. “Will you be alright?”

“...Yes, it’s okay.”

Though your words don’t seem to convince her, Caleb’s penetrating glare does. She quickly walks to the driver’s side and effortlessly pops the door open—surprise, surprise—before jumping in. Giving you one last look, your only chance at salvation drives into the night.

The ride back to Caleb’s house is silent. You scoot as close as you can to the window beside you, paying no mind to the intensifying patter of rain against the glass. All that you notice is how he grips the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. 

When you pull into his driveway and exit the car, he walks closely behind you, preventing any more last-minute escape attempts. His imposing presence follows you inside and all the way to his bedroom. 

When you both cross the threshold, the air thickens with tension as you stand in silence, unmoving. 

“Well, goodnight!” you call when you can’t take it anymore. But before you can take one step, Caleb swings the door shut with his Evol. Huh, you think. Doors must be his speciality tonight.

“Where do you think you could possibly be going after the night you gave me?” he asks, steely voice cutting through your thoughts.

“Listen—” you start, but he cuts you off. 

“You ordered coffee three times. Burst out into laughter I could hear from outside six times. And yet, you somehow managed to check your phone zero times.”

“If you’d just given me more time, I was going to—”

“You were going to what? Because here’s what I think would have happened: If I hadn’t picked you up, you would’ve gone to your friend’s place, right? Then, you’d message me with an apology. Oh, throw in a cute emoji as the cherry on top,” he snorts. 

“With that done, you’d put your phone away and curl up into a ball to sleep. You wouldn’t even dare to check my response. You’d wait it out and believe I wouldn’t be upset. And once I’m away on a mission or somethin’...you would sneak back into the house and pretend nothing happened. Tell me,” he challenges you. “Am I wrong?”

He wasn’t wrong. He was never wrong—not about your habits, at least. 

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you snap. “I thought you said you were ‘done playing games’? You don't have to act so big brother-y all the time.”

Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say. Caleb’s head rears back, his eyes going wide in incredulity before he scoffs. 

Alright, you sigh, time to turn on the waterworks. 

Taking a deep breath, you force tears into your eyes. “Caleb,” you begin, “I really didn’t mean to ignore you. I was just having so much fun. S-someone brought their puppy to the café and I got distracted.” The café hadn’t allowed pets, but you needed all the sympathy you could get. You’d have to thank Simone for telling you about that new bar later. “I won’t do it again. I won’t even go out at night anymore—promise.”

As he takes in your pitiful expression, you see Caleb’s resolve start to crack, the twitch in his right eye giving away how much he wants to console you. Maintaining your pout, you internally grin like a Cheshire cat. He could never say no to you. He could never le—

Your phone rings.

You thought you’d turned it off in the car, but your fucking phone rings. Right when you have him where you want him. 

The shrill tone sucks the air out of the room, and with it, any hope for your escape.

“Answer it. Speaker.” His voice leaves no room for argument.

Visibly shaken, you fish your phone out of your bag and accept the call. “H-hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s Simone. I’m calling to check on you—that guy who took you home was kinda scary. I just wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything. Are you okay?”

At the insinuation that he’d ever harm you, Caleb’s face turns thunderous, his jaw clenching so hard you’re afraid it’ll snap. 

“No, no, I’m fine,” you reassure her. “Thanks for worrying though, that’s really sweet,” you add, your eyes darting up and immediately back down after meeting Caleb’s glower. 

“That’s great, I really was worried,” she says, relief evident in her voice. “Well, before you hang up, are we still on for same time next week at the bar I mentio—”

You hang up as soon as she reveals your plans, throwing your phone so abruptly it bounces off the chair where your purse sits and onto the carpet. But it was too late. There was no sweet-talking the irate scowl off of Caleb’s face. You’d lied. 

Like a deer in headlights, you stand frozen and helpless as Caleb stalks toward you. 

“You almost had me,” he chuckles darkly, squishing your cheeks between one hand. “And I bet you knew it, too. Remind me to thank Simone for being such a good friend later.”

His grip tightens when you try to respond, and he pulls your face closer to his instead. “I think I’ve had enough of you talking for now. No point in hearing it if you’re just gonna lie to me again.”

With uncanny speed, he lifts you by your legs and tosses you onto the mattress. When you attempt to sit up, hoping to crawl away, he captures both of your wrists in his hand and claims your lips in a bruising kiss. 

“Don’t talk.” A kiss. “Don’t move.” Another. “Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do, and I might not chain you to this bed.” You’re so distracted by his final kiss—the exclamation point—that you barely register when he yanks your loose pants down, baring your cotton panties to him. 

When he spots the wet patch spreading through the middle, he moans, shifting to push his nose into your center. The deep inhales he takes seem to calm him down, and his voice loses some of its earlier edge when he murmurs, “Can’t believe you were keepin’ her from me tonight. Look at how much she missed me.”

He demonstrates by pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your panties, tasting you as you leak harder under his tongue. The whimper you let out falls on deaf ears as you remember his command: Don’t talk. 

Licking a stripe up your clothed folds, Caleb sighs into you in contentment. “Gonna see her in a second,” he breathes. “Just can’t give her too much at once, or she’ll get greedy.” 

He’s too far gone, you think, closing your eyes in preparation of what’s to come. But nothing prepares you for the way the seemingly sedated Caleb rips your panties open at the seam, exposing your hot skin to the cool air. 

With no hesitation, he plants a long kiss onto your core, his lips smacking against the fat of your outer folds. Covering your skin with a flurry of pecks, he moans into you, his intermittent licks becoming sloppy, appreciative kisses. 

Caleb was making out with your cunt like your brain wasn't in the room, kissing it like he hadn’t seen it in years. The sensations and lewd squelches make your arousal unbearable, but when you try to grind into his mouth—to get him to do something more—he pushes your hips into the mattress. 

“Don’t interrupt us,” he mumbles, lips still latched onto your unspread cunt. Heat rushing to your cheeks, you flop your head back down, defeated as the man ignores you to have his heartfelt reunion with your core. 

An agonizing few minutes later, you feel him press a last hard kiss against your skin before finally spreading your soaked folds. “Can’t believe you ever thought you could hide from me,” he growls, eyes sparkling. “I’ll show you you can’t. Make you never want to again.”

Slowly, he licks up and down your wetness, teasing his tongue around your entrance. You try to relax during his ministrations, knowing he won’t give you what you want this early, but he catches you off guard when he buries his tongue into your weeping, sputtering hole. 

A strangled moan escapes you as he fucks you with his tongue, twisting, turning, and circling himself inside you. 

One pulse has your walls flexing with desperation, and Caleb pulls back slightly when he feels you tighten around him. “Look at that, I think she’s kissin’ me back,” he coos, a string of his saliva refusing to part from your quivering cunt. 

Spurred on by the whine you give him, he flashes you a wicked grin before diving back in, plunging his tongue in and out at a punishing pace. 

All the while, he studiously avoids where you need him most, licking and kissing everywhere but your twitching clit—neglecting it like you did him earlier in the night.

Suddenly, he lifts his head up, flashing you a quick smirk. “You know,” he starts, licking his glistening lips. “When you were givin’ me all those crocodile tears and cryin’ about puppies earlier, you never did say sorry for trying to run. How about now, hmm?” he asks, pressing a wet kiss to your center. “You sorry?”

You pant out an incoherent moan, and he nips at your clit—the first time he’s touched it all night. Ignoring your squeal, he gives you another kiss. “I don’t know what that means. Try again.” 

You go to speak again, but Caleb suddenly rubs his nose against your clit, your resulting gasp sending your back shooting off the bed. He swiftly slams you back down with his Evol, giving you another nip. “Just two words, baby. You can do that for me, yeah? Two words, loud and clear. Want to know you mean it.”

You don’t know what it is—the last strands of your pride clinging on for dear life, your stupor after being toyed with for almost an hour, or pure stubbornness—but you can’t bring yourself to say it. With a whimper, you clamp your mouth shut, staring at the ceiling in rebellion. 

“Hmmm,” he hums, looking up at you briefly. Before you can even process it, Caleb covers your clit with his mouth and sucks, simultaneously groaning into you. The combined sensations set your nerves on fire, and you come in his mouth with a prolonged cry. 

“I’m sorry!” you wail, the tears in your eyes genuine this time. As Caleb laps up your release, chants of “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—oh—I’m sorry,” fall through your lips, your earlier defiance reduced to blubbering submission. “Should’ve checked my phone and called you back, I’m so sorry.” 

You’ve apologized ten times over, it feels, but he won’t let up. He suckles you until it aches, and there’s nothing you can do but lie there and sob as his Evol keeps you pinned down. When he’s finally had his fill, he presses a reverent thank-you kiss to your cunt before crawling up your body, nestling in between your thighs. 

“Aw, none of that, now,” he coos, wiping under your eyes. “I forgive you, alright? I forgive you for getting distracted, baby.” Still crying, you nod frantically, leaning into his gentle touch. “But if you ever run from me again, whoever you’re with won’t like what happens when I catch you,” he promises, pressing a kiss to your lips and then your forehead before plunging into you. 

Though his pace is relentless, your walls draw him in, his earlier date with your cunt letting you take his thick length with ease. 

When the pressure builds and you shy away from his brutal thrusts, he turns your chin toward him, pressing an ironically chaste kiss to your mouth. “No running, remember?” 

As you hurtle toward your release, he leans close, kissing you briefly before speaking into your lips. “The next time you wanna ignore me—next time you wanna hide from me and lie to me sayin’ you’ll be good from now on—I want you to think of this, to think of me right here,” he murmurs, palming his cock through your belly. You squeal at the foreign feeling, but he only adds more force, and you think you’re about to pass out.   

“My baby,” he chides. “Loves to act out but she can’t handle the consequences.” While he speaks, he folds your left leg up, pushing it to your chest so he can penetrate you deeper.

“Please, Caleb!” you beg, the new angle making stars float across your vision. As your body rocks with the force of his strokes, you cry, “I said I was sorry!” 

“Mm, you did,” he nods, absorbing a tear on your cheek with a kiss. “But I don’t think you really are. Not yet.”

Without warning, he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach before sliding back in. Resuming his thrusts, he uses his Evol to pick your forgotten phone up off the floor. “Call her back. Speaker,” he orders. 

At first, you're flustered into hesitation, but as he holds the phone ahead of you and taps through your history to do it himself, you pull yourself together. “Wait,” you wail. “Wait. I’ll do it.”

You do it.

When Simone picks up, Caleb shows you mercy by decreasing his pace so the sound of slick skin colliding doesn’t travel through the phone. 

“Hey Y/N, what’s up? Is it about earlier? …Did something happen?” she asks in concern.

Frantically, you twist your head to look up at Caleb, not knowing what to say. 

Leisurely, he folds forward over you, his chest flush with your spine so he can whisper in your ear. Throughout his dramatics, your time to respond without raising suspicion wanes, and you grow more desperate by the second.

“Hi Simone,” Caleb finally whispers, pressing kisses to your ear in time with his languid strokes.

“H-hi Simone,” you repeat louder, a slight tremble in your voice.

“I just wanted to say thanks again for checking in. That guy, the one from earlier—he can be so mean sometimes,” Caleb murmurs, pouting his lips in ridicule. 

“I just wanted…wanted to say thanks again for checking in. The guy from earlier—hah—can be so mean sometimes,” you echo, breathless from the impact of Caleb’s hips rocking into yours.

“Can we reschedule our plans for next week? My big brother’s,” he emphasizes, mocking your earlier jab with two deep thrusts, “coming home, and he really misses me.” As he feeds you lines, the taunts in his words break through the softness of his whispers. 

As softly as you dare to, you whimper for him, hoping it’s enough for him to end his torture.

But as the phone screen goes black from inactivity, you see his smirking reflection looming over your humiliated one. The only way out is by appeasing him. 

“C-can we reschedule our plans for next week? My…my friend—” 

As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Caleb lifts off of you slightly, landing a harsh smack on your ass.

“Y/N? What was that noise? Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you all but moan as he bites your neck, reprimanding you further for breaking his script. 

“My friend is visiting next week, and he really misses me,” you finish, waiting with bated breath for her—and Caleb’s—reactions. 

“Oh…sure, Y/N. That’s fine with me. That’s a lot better than I was expecting, you sounded like you were in trouble for a second.” Caleb smirks against your ear. “Just let me know when you want to reschedule.”

“Sounds good,” you breathe as Caleb’s thrusts return to a faster pace. “I-I gotta go, I’ll see you later!” you rush, almost squealing as you end the call. 

For the nth time that night, you want to burst into tears. “I can’t believe you just did that,” you whine, your voice mixing with the renewed slaps of skin on skin. 

Chuckling, Caleb lifts off of you, his sudden absence from your cunt making you shudder. In an instant, he flips you over so you’re face-to-face before entering you again. 

“Technically, you just did that,” he smirks, his thrusts now lazy and sporadic. “I don’t remember pressing ‘call.’” His matter-of-fact tone is teasing, but you knew that if you hadn’t canceled on Simone, he’d have made good on his earlier threat. He always does. 

As you open your mouth to retort, Caleb’s face grows serious, and all your neurons responsible for making witty comebacks seem to atrophy at once. 

Caleb leans down, light bites on your throat punctuating his confession. “I can’t stop at wanting you not to run from me anymore. I want you to stay with me. To choose to, for as long as we live, for the next hundred years.” 

“But what if…” you trail off, but he understands what you’d been implying. 

At that, his eyes darken. Rutting into you with renewed fervor, he grasps your chin tightly, holding you captive in his gaze. “You’ll be around for however many years I’m alive and kicking,” he growls. And you believe him. 

Nerves alight, mind numb, and core throbbing from your impending climax, you nod as much as his iron grip allows you to. “I’ll stay,” you whisper, kissing his thumb near your lip. “Wanna stay—with you.” 

Letting out a strangled huff, Caleb surges forward, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. He bites your bottom lip as he presses down on your stomach once again, and you careen over the edge, feeling the hot spurts of his release intensify the flood inside your cunt. 

With a shuttering groan, Caleb collapses to your left, immediately closing the space between you with a hug. You stay like that for a while, your sore body curled into his arms as you face each other on the bed. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly, rubbing circles into your hip. “I know it was a bit much.”

“Forgive you,” you mumble into his chest. “Felt good.”

He chuckles, tapping your nose twice. “You shouldn’t forgive me so easily. Or else I’ll want to keep testing your limits.” 

When you fall asleep in his warm embrace, Caleb looks down at you intently, trying to brand the visual into any part of his commandeered mind that’d take it. Daring to disrupt the image, he gently untangles your bodies, lifting you before laying you back down on top of him. 

At peace for the first time that night, Caleb looks out the window, smiling to himself. The rain has stopped.

[narryffdreaming]

I asked about reading fanfics because I notice you never reblog any and since you’re a writer I found it curious. Any particular reason why?

idk.... many reasons actually. i stopped reading at first bc i was working on my thesis and that took over my entire existence tbh. then even before i left (years ago) i had already stopped reading smut content from writers that are younger than me, but i still tried to read other stuff. however when i came back smut was basically all i could find everywhere so i just stopped reading altogether. i dont want to start a thing by saying that so pls just respect that it's simply a personal preference/opinion and it has nothing to do with how talented writers are/the writing itself or other readers or whatever. it's just > me < personally feeling uncomfortable reading smut scenes from people who are in their 20s whilst i'm in my 30s. that's all.

also guys i am very sorry but unless im in the mood for it i dont enjoy reading smut as much as everyone else does :// like yknow some people dont enjoy angst, some people dont enjoy science fiction, some people dont enjoy sad stories...... thats just normal. so here's also me who will just skip smut content - unless it's part of a big story/book/series. hehe. idk. ngl it's a very lonely place to be when you think like this specially when you write fanfiction yourself lol but it is what it is i made peace with that and yeah. again, just personal preference and what can i do yknowwww.

anyway this got longgggg omg sorryyyyy sorry

i think i'll go back to my phone now

[livelaughlovebeinggod]

GUYS I CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH!!

YOU'RE THE CREATOR OF YOUR REALITY.

read that again. You're the CREATOR of your reality.

your 3D is JUST the PROJECTION of your inner beliefs and assumptions, whatever you PERCEIVE as the TRUTH of your reality, will ALWAYS & EACH TIME REFLECT in your reality NO MATTER ANYTHING. That's THE LAW.

like i seriously want to scream this into y'all ears!! (with love ofc). it is just THAT SIMPLE.

THE REASON YOU CAN'T SEE IT IN YOUR 3D IS BECAUSE OF YOUR CONTINUOUS DENIAL TO BELIEVING YOU ALREADY ARE IT.

Your 3D cannot show you what you don't see as truth, your 3D is YOU. You're constantly being shown what you perceive as truth within yourself. Your 3D CANNOT show you betrayal by not showing you what you want, only your refusal to accept it as truth CAN.

You cannot just say "do i lack the power of manifesting?" "Why is it taking so long?" "where is it?" Etc and then expect you'll get what you want!! you gotta PERSIST.

It is absolutely okay to waver at times but realise that your reality won't show you your desires until and unless you've attached your truth to it, you've to stick to the new story which is just knowing that it's done.

You don't have to act a certain way in your 3D, you have nothing to do with 3D, like I said, it's a mere projection of your perception of self. you're the ONLY POWER and the ONLY one who CONTROLS THIS SHIT.

YOU'RE GOD.

I'm screaming this to y'all until you all understand. Stop doubting yourself and START applying the law, you won't get what you want if you never start or give up after 2 minutes of persisting. idc if y'all affirm 24/7 or just decide it's done and live your life, whatever makes you happy, JUST DO IT ALREADY and PERSIST OMFG.

YOU RUN THIS SHIT. PLS RESPECT YOURSELF AND YOUR POWER. YOU'RE TOO POWERFUL FOR THIS.