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pov youre underwater flowing with the river

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some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

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heyy can we do a sexy roleplay where im a prince from a fallen kingdom and youre the powerful warrior who has taken me for their own pleasure. yes? yipeeee ok so before we start first here's a google doc with the whole history of the fictional land we're both from and the intricate geopolitical workings of the- oh yeah and here's a supplementary doc on the agriculture and trade routes of said fictional land and stuff and yes this is important. the dirty talk has to be lore accurate

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Some of yall needed to hear this

Credits to @/mattxiv on Instagram

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Teacher’s Pet: Part 2

Kylo Ren x Reader one shot fanfic

Kylo is the sexy English Lit teacher, you’re the teacher’s pet. Your last encounter with Mr Ren left you wanting more, but he’s hard to understand: does he want you, or does he just want to own you?

CW: age gap, blowjob, slight dirty talk

18+ ONLY!!

One day. A day of thighs pressed together, sweat beading and memories you wished you could step back into. 6 days until your next class with him. How would you do it? So far, the shower head and your toys had been your only solace, but now… every thought was of his hands, warm calloused fingers scraping gently down your sides, hips pressed and hard heat tempting you to sin. A shaky breath left your lips as you tried to calm yourself. The library was silent, a few scattered students sitting at different tables, everyone blissfully ignoring each other. Resigning yourself to another round of self pleasure and a shitty nights sleep, you thumped your books closed and left. The sun had just set and already the cold was setting in. Walking on campus alone at night was never ideal, but you moved fast as you rushed back to your dorm room. One moment of distraction, one glance up at the full moon and you were gone. A hand, hot and strong, wrapped around your wrist while the other clasped your face, clamping your mouth closed. A scream rumbled up your throat but died on your tongue when you registered the familiar honey-brown eyes threatening you into silence. ‘Follow me.’ His voice was a whisper on the breeze but it still made you shiver. Heartbeat galloping, you trailed behind Mr Ren as he lead you toward your usual lecture hall and away from the safety of your room. His hand never left your wrist, like he was afraid you’d run if he did. He was impossible to see in the dim, his outfit almost entirely black.

The silence neither of you wanted to break became thick as he unlocked the classroom door, pushing it open and gesturing for you to enter. Yesterday, you’d sat at your desk confident and alluring, having planned the interaction, the outfit, for hours beforehand. Now, having been lured away without notice, you felt nervous. You heard the door close but didn’t turn to see where he was, didn’t move from where you stood facing the ascending rows of desks. Within the quiet, you found his breathing, the creak of his leather shoes, come closer. He stood behind you and waited. He didn’t touch you, but you could tell he was struggling to remain apart from you. You stepped back, gently pressing yourself into him. He groaned softly in relief, making you chuckle.

‘How do you do it?’ He spoke, almost to himself, voice cutting into your skin and pulling your desire to the surface. A soft moan left you as his hands wrapped around your waist, mapping out your flesh, his head craned over your shoulder to watch your chest rise and fall. You could see the outline of his face in the corner of your eye, strong nose, full lips, severe cheekbones all framed by dark swirls of hair. ‘Do what?’ Your voice was a whisper, ass grinding gently into him as your hands gripped his forearms. He was slowly pulling your shirt up, both hands covering your stomach. His knuckle ghosted under your breast and your moan had his eyes trained on your face. He was stern-looking, leaving your question unanswered as his eagerness reached a fever pitch. His lips met yours in a plea, desperation seeping from his tongue as he teased his way between your lips. He tasted of whiskey, and your groan had his hands tightening on your skin. You hadn’t realised he was leading you towards his desk until he sat down on his chair, breaking the kiss. Looking down at him, you couldn’t contain a shudder: his neck angled to stare at you, eyes cloudy with lust and lips red and wet. You swiped a curious thumb over his bottom lip, which was perhaps a mistake because he growled and forced you to your knees.

‘Well?’ He sounded genuinely curious, which only spurred you on. Sitting up, you unzipped his pants and released his cock. The sight of it pressed against his abdomen, hard and heavy and delicious, made you lick your lips. Meeting his eyes, you leaned in and licked a lascivious stripe from base to tip. His head tipped back as a groan rumbled in his chest, hand snaking into your hair and pulling slightly. You tried to tease him, but you couldn’t help yourself: you slid him inside your mouth, sheathing him to the hilt, even as your throat struggled to swallow around his size. ‘Fuck’, his voice gravely. You kept him there for a moment, enjoying the spasms in his hand and the jerks of his legs with every swallow. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed up and down on him, a hand sneaking up to massage his balls. His primal, heady pleasure filled the room, hips fucking your mouth. In the moments you could see his face, he looked like a feral animal with his hair in his eyes. Taking him fully again, this time moving your tongue on the underside of his cock, had him cumming down your throat. You swallowed all of it, still sucking him until you felt about ready to pass out.

Pulling away, you looked up at him again and saw him staring, his breathing ragged. His hand grabbed your chin, swiping the spit and cum that dribbled down off your skin with a harsh precision. ‘What a beautiful whore you make, pet.’ His words, though demeaning in reality, somehow made you even hornier. ‘Just for you, sir.’ His growl set you on fire, anticipation rioting through your veins. He stood, staring as he righted himself, before heading for the door. ‘Wait! Hold on, what about-‘ His hand moved so fast you didn’t even realise he was squeezing your jaw until the pain started to radiate down your neck. ‘I told you yesterday. Punishment for your carelessness.’ His hand loosened to lightly tap your cheek, a wicked smile blooming on his face. ‘Hopefully you’ll learn to listen when I speak next time.’ His laugh was pure evil as he left you there, hungry and hollow.

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Teacher’s Pet

Kylo Ren x Reader one-shot fanfic

Kylo is the sexy English Lit teacher, you’re the teacher’s pet.

CW: sexual intercourse, adultery, age gap

18+ ONLY!!

(would recommend listening to ‘Teacher’s Pet’ by Melanie Martinez whilst reading lol)

Everything was perfect. Your last year of college was better than you could’ve imagined it - amazing grades, good friends and a man who was crazy about you. A smile spread across your face as you looked at your classmates, all of whom were studying or stressed or lonely. You could never relate to them, not when you opened the door to the lecture hall and sat in the front row, your teacher with his back turned as he set up the projector. His clothes today were a dark chocolate shade, his jumper hugging tightly to every muscle and angle. You crossed your legs, the skirt you wore riding up indecently, thighs on full display as you opened the book you’d been assigned to read last week. The air in the room was chill and you fought against squeezing your thighs together at the arousal building deep inside. Eyes glued to your book, you saw in your peripherals that your tutor had turned, stuck in place for a moment before he started organising his notes. You smirked, eyes never straying from the page. You could almost feel his presence in your mind, like he could reach inside your head and stroke every thought until they were all about him.

‘You’re early.’ You finished the page before you looked up. Mr Ren was standing right in front of you, a foot of space between your bodies. You leant back, skirt riding up more as you angled your face to meet his towering gaze.

‘And?’ You watched as his jaw ticked. A corner of your mouth curled.

‘And you haven’t finished the reading I gave you last week.’ His hands were behind his back but you could almost see them wringing themselves out with frustration. You closed the book, tracing the outline of the cover with your pointer finger.

‘The plot isn’t anything like I’d thought it would be. Everyone is bland and patient, it isn’t human. There’s no passion.’ Your eyes reconnected as you finished the phantom drawing, his pupils blown wide. A second of silence passed as he considered, then his hand reached out and covered the entire book, leaning into the anchor and shielding you from the doors.

‘Passion is unique to the individual. Don’t be surprised this book doesn’t meet your requirements.’ His dark hair had fallen into his eyes, making him look like the painting of lucifer after his fall from heaven. You ached to touch him, but you remained still, just staring. The door swung open out of view, the atmosphere changing quickly.

‘Finish the text before I have to reprimand you.’ His tone was even and casual, but you could see from the line of his mouth and the focus in his eyes his type of reprimand was exactly what you were wanting.

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The two hour lecture had passed fairly quickly, your mind split between the subject and your teacher. Without reminding, everyone began packing up their belongings before heading to their next class. You moved at their pace even though you had no other classes for the day. Kylo Ren was carefully placing his computer into his bag when you’d stood to leave. Without looking up to check it was even you, he’d called your name.

‘Stay behind please. I need to have a word with you about your prose piece.’ Keeping your expression bored, you turned on your heels and headed back to your seat. A few other students crowded his desk to ask about the upcoming assignment on Michael Ondaatje before they filtered out of the room. Every second burnt, your skin heating and mind fraying. His massive hands carefully and calmly fit his items away into the leather bag he always brought, face downturned as if this was the most important thing he’d ever worked on.

‘You lack cautiousness.’ His deep voice echoed in your bones, pinched at your nerve endings. Your hands subconsciously started pulling your hair up, working together before tying everything up in a high ponytail.

‘What is it you refer to?’ Arms crossing over your chest, you took a position of defence. This game was always fun - who would break first. His eyes flashed as he looked up, brows furrowed to make an almost frightening expression. You uncrossed your legs and spread them slightly, watching as his gaze jumped up and down, unsure what to take in first. Before he could decide, you quickly slipped out of your chair and made for the lights, drawing the blinds on the door windows along the way. Darkness consumed the space, eyes slow to adjust. Kylo’s groan made you shiver - he was closer now. Suddenly, hands were on your waist and his mouth was on yours, devouring you. He held nothing back, pushing his body into yours as if he was trying to make two bodies one. You could feel every muscle, every hard and soft part of him as his tongue stroked your lips, seeking entry. He growled as you cupped him in one hand and grabbed his neck with the other. Sounds filled the room, hungry kisses and moans shaking you to your core. Kylo pulled away for a moment to inhale, both your breaths fast and ragged. His forehead rested against yours, and even in the black you could see the look of torture in his eyes. You pulled him back in, putting him out of his misery. You both fumbled to his desk, never breaking contact until you felt wood against the backs of your thighs. You gasped at the cold contact, and Kylo was already pushing everything to the floor before claiming you again. His dick strained against his pants as he ground into you. Without warning, he turned you and pushed your body against the table so you were face first into the smooth surface. His hand on your back kept you down as you heard him unzip himself, smiling as you heard him groan at the sight he’d created.

‘This skirt of yours…’ His free hand ghosted up your thigh, making you shiver. His fingertips were gentle and exploratory, circling back when you squirmed. Teasingly, he swiped a finger over the fabric of your underwear, causing you to curse.

‘Just fuck me already.’ You were dizzy with want but Kylo was determined to make you wait. His body weight pressed into you as he leant to whisper in your ear.

‘Such a dirty mouth, pet.’ His thumb jammed into your mouth and you took the opportunity to suck it, relishing even this small gift. A stifled groan and a thrust let you know he enjoyed the way your flicked your tongue and licked the underside of his flesh. He withdrew quickly to slap your ass hard, making you moan.

‘Make one more sound and I’ll leave you here spread for the next class.’ You knew he’d do it too, so for good measure you closed your mouth and bit your lip. Another slap almost broke you, but you managed to stay quiet.

‘She follows orders.’ A silent kiss to your shoulder told you he was proud of your efforts.

‘Open your legs for me’, hands already helping spread your knees farther apart. You knew the game - no more noise for you - but as he pulled your panties to the side and teased your entrance with his cock, you almost shattered. To get what you both so desperately needed, you had to shut the fuck up. Pulling your forearm up, you bit down hard as he slid his length inside you. Stars blinked in and out of existence in the corners of your vision as he pulled out before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. Another slap on your ass had you bucking to meet his every thrust. His smell of clean linens and leather and whiskey surrounded you, and suddenly you were teetering toward oblivion. He must’ve felt it, your body squeezing and urging him on, because his pace sped up and he was moaning more. His hand left your hip to wrap in your hair, tugging you up and against him. His hot breath tickled your ear as his bit and licked your earlobe and neck. Another thrust and you were cumming on his cock, your voice loud despite his orders. He followed, his hands grabbing fistfuls of your flesh and pulling you down hard on him as he came, hair tickling your shoulders as he shuddered and put his body weight against you. A minute passed with you both catching your breath, his dick still firmly planted inside you, before he hissed and pulled himself free. You watched hazily as he tucked himself away and made himself presentable.

‘I need that every minute of every fucking day.’ You said, head still swimming with the intensity of your orgasm. His gaze swung to you, watching as you rearranged your underwear and righted your skirt. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The wedding band on his finger shone dimly as it reflected the little light peeking through the curtains.

‘You’ll take what you get.’ His words were harsh but his thumb was soft as it stroked your chin in a calming, consoling way. You wanted to kiss him, but you knew he’d hate that now.

‘How does it feel to be the teacher’s pet?’ His words were clipped as he made for the door, pausing a moment for your answer.

‘Fan-fucking-tastic.’ His laugh warmed you through. He turned the doorknob and the blinding light of reality rushed in, the sound of students talking and people marching to and fro making you feel slightly sick.

Kylo Ren took one step out of the room before saying, ‘And don’t think I didn’t hear you at the end. You’ll be punished for that’, and then he was gone.

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silliest girl award

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Black Friday has arrived! There’s a 25% discount on my prints, so head on over to my shop to get some artwork for your walls! I just updated it with all of my most recent artwork, but you can find my older work on there too: inprnt.com/gallery/loish

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To shreds you say??

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In case no one told you today

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who else mourning the person they could've been if they were treated kindly as a child

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this is a poem i wrote about me and my experience of my family. hope someone can relate <3

i need someone to talk to. a dad, a mum, an almighty who can lift me up and carry me through to the next phase of my life. i am terrified every second i breathe, every step i take, every look i get. i am terrified. i look at my room which is always filled with plates and books and empty cans of cider, clothes dumped in specific piles so i can make my way to bed without tripping - i feel like a wombat paving through the grass, leaving a trail for myself for when i need to turn back, turn the lights off. i imagine how it would feel. to talk to someone who knows more, is more, and not feel a burden. like they have minutes upon minutes, a broken clock which tells the time of my life and they sit and listen, and they tell me ‘you’ll be alright; i’ll carry you the rest of the way.’ i would cry until i was nothing, i would scream until i was nothing, i would dance until i was dust, i would smile. i twist and bend and snap in this body of mine, trying to be what i’ve been told i must become - i must be a mirror, a perfect reflection of my mother whose eyes are like piss holes in the snow, who never truly knew what love was until my dad, but even then she knew so little that 20 years wasn’t enough time to learn how to hold love without breaking it. her knees lacerated and bruised as she knelt to sweep it up before pouring the cracks and shards into an old wallet with a photo of them hugging in the slot where her license should sit. if i could, i’d bring my whole family with me on my journey with the almighty. i would sit with them, and we’d be still and quiet. we’d listen to the heartbeat of the land below us, the wind a melody as it flowed around and through us. we’d hear the words spoken by this god, and we’d listen - and understand. oh, to be understood. i imagine we’d all like that.