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reblogging this again cuz why not

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🕯 May you have the 🕯

🕯 absolute thirstiest 🕯

🕯 of thirst dreams of 🕯

🕯 whatever fictional 🕯

🕯 character you’re 🕯

🕯 hyper-fixating on at 🕯

🕯 the moment 🕯

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im going to explode what have they done to kinich (no shade to jacob takanashi of course youre doing great honey but please bring john pateneaude back 😭 this just doesn't feel right)

(if i missed something like super super important please tell me I haven't really been paying attention to the fandom)

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People don't actually grow out of their emo phases. People are forced out of their emo phases by employers who get a raging boner over controlling how their employees dress, cut their hair, whether they mod their bodies and so on

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tiktok refugees i believe you are few but it is VITAL that you know on tumblr you can speak freely. kill. die. sex. fuck. you can say things here

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shorthands for dumbassery that i have grown to love deeply

"how dare you say we piss on the poor" in response to someone misinterpreting your post

"_ isnt gonna fuck you" for suck up behavior

"woah. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party?" for who the fuck cares

"and what if the world was made of pudding" for when would this ever matter.

"and sharks are smooth both ways" for a group of people heatedly arguing with 1 guy who is fucking with them all

".. but its about a witch in the alps finding her lost cat" for someone trying to sanitize something to the point of absurdity

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what the fuck was that

anyways

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why is everybody else better than me I don't understand

what happened

why cant i just be good at what i like

why cant i accept when i do have talent

why do i always put myself down like this.

why cant i just be happy

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why is everybody else better than me I don't understand

what happened

why cant i just be good at what i like

why cant i accept when i do have talent

why do i always put myself down like this.

why cant i just be happy

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Bises 😚💥

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.

Boundaries. That was a concept you never quite worried about… well, at least not until you befriended Alastor. He had a tendency of being ‘familiar’ with those he came to trust and care for, including you—though, his hands always lingered on places that were entirely innocent in nature, such as your chin, your cheek, your shoulder, your arm, and, if he was feeling particularly adventurous, the small of your back.

And while you came to welcome his touch overtime, that didn’t mean that you could change the way you perceived his gestures, no matter how well-intended they were. You didn’t mind the occasional hug or pat on the back, but Alastor’s familiarity with your body was pushing past the boundaries of your friendship, which you’re more than certain is not what he intended to do. So, you tried to communicate your sentiments to him.

“Al, I know you mean well,” You awkwardly coughed out one day, spine tingling at the delicate press of his fingers against your lower back. “But I don’t think you understand what you’re doing to me.”

“I’m not sure I quite catch your meaning, my dear,” Alastor hummed. Of course he did not. He wasn’t even paying attention to you, not with his gaze fixated on whatever was unfolding before him. “I am doing nothing at all.”

It didn’t matter how many times you tried to broach the subject with him, he just didn’t seem to fully grasp the weight of the situation he had inadvertently designed. So, what did you do next? You began to return his gestures. And though he was content that you had finally found comfort in touching him, the moment he started to lose his bearings at the constant presence of your hands, your words rung in the back of his mind.

That’s when he started to ask you, ‘What are you doing to me?’ But you feigned ignorance, pleading for him to elaborate with an innocent frown gracing your features. His smile almost dropped. Not because you proceeded to caress the side of his face with the back of your hand, a twinge of worry present in the crease between your brows as you dragged your knuckles against his flushed skin, but because he felt graced.

Alastor managed to utter a ‘Nevermind,’ but that’s because he suddenly found his mind preoccupied with the foreign sensation brought about by your incessant touches, his own spine tingling at the delicate press of your nimble fingers against his chin, his cheek, his shoulder, his arm, and, if you were feeling particularly adventurous, the small tuft of fur near his lower back: his tail, an erogenous zone for him. How wicked of you.

The two of you continued to go back and forth with each other, somewhat aware of the sort of responses you were eliciting from your bodies, though it was more experimental on Alastor’s end and more revengeful on yours. One day, however, one of you ventured into dangerous territory; and, much to your surprise, it was he that initiated the intimate gesture. You were in the middle of dinner, mouth stuttering mid-chew.

“Are you okay?” Niffty asked from the other end of the table. It was her cooking you were eating, after all, and with everybody’s gazes fixed on you, you hastily made to nod your head. “Oh no, is the food not good? Did I overcook it? Did I not—”

“Yes!—Wait, no? I’m so sorry! I’m just distracted,” You spoke from behind your hand, trying not to squeak at the pressure on your thigh. “It’s great—trust me, the chicken is tender,” You added, and that was when she left you alone.

But Alastor did not. From your peripheral vision, you could see the curiosity hanging heavily on his brow, as if he was the one being felt in such an intimate manner. Though, you didn’t say or do anything, somewhat curious yourself. The pads of his fingers gradually moved away from your thigh and down to your knee, your flesh prickling at the softness of the gesture. There was a distant ache stirring in your core now, and he felt it, too.

It was in private when he confronted you about the feeling, however, having lost his bearings from all the days, the weeks, and the months the two of you had unconsciously spent familiarizing yourselves with each other’s bodies. You had finally taken a toll on him, and it was evident in the way he grabbed your wrist and gently pressed your hand to his chest. ‘What have you done to me?’ He asked with an anguished undertone.

“Nothing,” You stuttered out, overwhelmed by the flutter against your palm. His heart was racing, and so was yours, especially as he pulled you into an embrace by the waist with his other hand. “Well, only what you have done to me.”

Boundaries. Now he fully grasped what boundaries were, including the importance of enforcing them, for then one fell victim to a concept one never quite worried about. ‘This is love,’ You craned your neck to inform Alastor, your body pressed up against his. ‘Love?’ The word rolled off his tongue, as if savoring the feel of it. He knew what it was, though not the kind that you had fostered in his heart with your familiarity.

Alastor stared down at you intently, all the while, the hand on your waist abandoned its post. Your breath hitched as he traced your side, slowly and deliberately committing the fine curvature of your body to memory. By the time his fingers grasped your chin, you were a flustered mess. He felt just the same as you, but he masked it quite well, even as he dipped his head to tentatively capture your lips in what would be his first kiss.

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I agree with previous Nonnie! Each time I see you in my timeline I get jumpscared as soon as my eyes fell upon your avatar before remembering it's just you

You mean he doesn't look like the prettiest boi as he stares soulessly into your eyes?

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I agree with previous Nonnie! Each time I see you in my timeline I get jumpscared as soon as my eyes fell upon your avatar before remembering it's just you

You mean he doesn't look like the prettiest boi as he stares soulessly into your eyes?

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Penetration is a gender-neutral act. Topping is gender-neutral. Bottoming is gender-neutral. You are not more or less of a man or a woman depending on how you fuck. You are not “fake trans” for having sex a certain way. You are not any less masculine for bottoming or any less feminine for topping.

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REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I am Aromantic but i wanna see how ppl think we are valid

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la-la la laa~

Tis’ the season to be freaky fa-la-la-la-la

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The ABCs of Alastor - Experience

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI!

Table of contents

Hello! This part was inspired by @6esiree (check her story here). Love her so much she's such a great writer!!! Btw, I know this might have been more suitable for the letter O, but please trust me I'll give you a good one for that too. Hope you like it though!! <3

Words: ~1400 TW: oral (male receiving)

You were sitting in front of him, your big eyes still locked on him, taken aback by what you've just heard. "No way!" you said, his ears already pressed against his head as he watched you with a slightly annoyed expression.

"No, my dear... I told you I've never done this before..." His gaze slid back to the book as if hoping to return to normalcy.

"Not even... once?"

A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he resigned himself, laying the book on the table with deliberate care, his fingers lingering as if clinging to the last remnants of control. "Back in my day... Women weren't really eager to do such obscene acts, no."

Your gaze dropped to his crotch, a smirk curling on your lips. "You'd like to try it...?"

His eyes twitched slightly at your words. You knew he'd had sex before he died, maybe only two or three times in total, but it took him a while to admit what actually happened. Despite your assumption that he’d been involved in something kinky or sadistic, it turned out to be just missionary. Then, for a moment, you reminded yourself that this was Alastor, so it wasn’t really surprising after all.

He cleared his throat, crossing his legs as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. "I was in the middle of something, my dear..." he said, tapping his claw on the book next to him.

You rolled your eyes at his response. "Oh, come on. You don't have to do anything! It's even kinkier if you continue reading that book." you suggested, your smirk growing wider.

He sighed. "Perhaps you should spend less time with our effeminate fellow..."

"Pff! It's not like someone bit your dick before so now you're all traumatised! Maybe you'll like it!"

He quickly grabbed your chin, his grip firm, sending a shiver down your spine. "Is that any way for a lady to speak, my love?" his voice was low, threatening even, as his finger softly brushed against your lips. A little warning that maybe you should stop and give up... but you wouldn't just do that, right?

"No, Alastor... It fucking isn't..." you teased, bringing his finger to your mouth and sucking on it. His other hand grabbed your hair, slightly pulling it. Your smirk faded when his antlers started to grow, your ears pressed against your head.

"What is it, my little doe?" he asked mockingly, seeing the fear on your face. "Where did all your boldness disappear, hmm? I suggest you shut that mouth of yours when I tell you to."

You looked up at him, and despite feeling so vulnerable right now... You couldn't just back down so easily. You wanted to see him all riled up.

"Make me."

Your eyes widened as his hand quickly unzipped his pants, allowing his dick to spring free. It twitched a bit, precum slowly coming out, as he gave it a few pumps, aligning it to your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened as he lifted your head slightly, lowering himself. "If you want to suck my cock so bad, then fine! At least that's gonna shut that dirty mouth of yours!"

You wanted to protest, but before you could, he shoved his length down your throat, a guttural moan escaping his mouth at the sudden sensation. Through teary eyes, you looked up at him, a flutter sent through your core when you saw his face. After all, you did tell him it would feel good.

He leaned back in his chair, moving your head on his length as you tried to take as much as you could, his hand practically forcing you to do so anyway. You dug your nails into his thighs, gagging on his cock with every movement of your head.

A part of him hated the fact that he didn't hate this as much as he thought he would. In fact, looking down at you while you were in such a position... He could get used to it.

"Mm... What’s the matter, darling? aH fUck~ Where's that.... filthy mouth of yours, mm?" He stopped you from moving, half of his length still shoved down your throat, as your eyes met his. He had a cocky grin on his face, and if you weren't soaking wet right now, you sure would've complained about how big of a dick he was. "What's wrong?" he asked, chuckling a bit. "Has the cat got your tongue?"

You flipped him off, the idea of actually giving him a reason to hate oral sounding really tempting right now. He gently flicked your cheek, humming a bit in amusement. "Will you be a good girl from now?" he asked and you nodded, desperate to have your way with him. "Good." Alastor let go of his grip, his hand gently resting on your head, tangling itself in your hair. He leaned back with a soft creak of the chair, the pages of his book rustling gently as he flipped through them. "Go on, dear."

Without hesitation, you gripped the base of his cock, your fingers tracing the firm outline of his length, as you sucked him off. You couldn't see his face because of the book, but you damn well knew that reading was the last he could focus on at that moment.

Slowly, as his breaths became short and heavy, he started moving your head faster, slightly bucking his hips into your mouth. His claws dig into the book, trying his best not to let out any sounds, but every time he failed, you felt yourself dripping more and more.

The idea of making Alastor feel so good and even make such noises was divine.

Moving your hand quicker on his length as his hand begged you to suck him harder, faster, you felt his cock twitch. Without warning, he pushed you down on him so far, that your eyes widened and tears flooded them as you tried to take him. White strings of cum filled your mouth, as his soft, low moans sent shivers down your spine.

He pulled your head back, a string of saliva still connecting you to his dick. His thumb traced the curve of your lips as he leaned down. "You have my... My apologies, my dear." he softly smiled, in between heavy breaths. "It did feel... pleasurable, indeed."

You chuckled as you ran your fingers on his legs. "Well... I know something that feels even better..." you teased, slowly climbing into his lap. But before you could, he pressed his finger on your chest, stopping you in your tracks.

"No, no, my dear... After the way you spoke to me, do you really think you deserve more?"

You pouted the need to feel him inside of you growing with every second. "But-"

He placed a finger over your lips, shutting you up instantly. "Tut-tut, my dear. You were acting like a very spoiled little brat just now, weren't you?" He looked into your eyes, a slight smirk on his face. "And spoiled brats don't get what they want."

"Please?" you said, moving your hand on his dick which was already semi-hard again.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from touching him further. "Now what did I just say, my love?"

"Can we at least do it after you read your book?" you pleaded. "I really need you, Al..."

He sighed, the pressure of his grip eased, his fingers warm against your skin, leaving a faint tingle in their wake. "Alright... But you have to sit here until I finish."

You nodded playfully, but just when you wanted to go grab another chair, he pulled you into his lap. "Alastor?!" you gasped in surprise, not expecting the sudden move.

He quickly pulled your panties aside, his tip slowly entering you, the stretch making you see stars. "I think I was clear enough... when I said I want you to sit here..."

A low moan escaped your lips, blending with his guttural groan, the sound thickening the air between you, your walls clenching hardly around him. His fingers curled possessively around your waist, stopping you from moving. "Alastor, please~"

"You said after I finish," he said as he reached for the book again, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Don't make me change my mind, love."

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