#🕸⌇《INTERACTIONS.》

[harmedpup]

" all freaks are welcome on my page ! "

Even paras ? Even transids ? Even rqs ? Even xs' ? Even the severely mentally ill ? Even heavily disordered beings ? Even therians and nonhumans ? Even furries ?

Do you mean freaks or do you mean the socially accepted and diluted version of a 'freak' ?

[arrietty-rune]

Idea but SM fandom what would be their favorite movie for each character ⬇️:

(Check below this, have fun!!! 🧡)

- Skid

- Pump

- Lila

- Skid's dad

- Susie

- Mr Wonder

- Jaune

- Aaron

- Ross

- Roy

- Carmen

- Richard

- Robert

- Radford

- John

- Jack

- Patty

- Mort

- Candy Dealer

- Streber

- Kevin

- Rick

- Dexter

- Michelle

- Father Gregor

- Moloch

- Ignacio

- Evermore

- Garcia

- Bob

- Frank

- Lucky

- Costume Guy

- Shotgun man

- Captain

- Actor

- Actress

- Happy Fella

- Sad guy

- Fat thief

- Thin Thief

- Eyes of the universe

[anxietytwist]

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐤

[ 𝟷𝟾 | 𝟻'𝟷𝟷" | NB | Panro Ace | 💚𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 ]

﴾𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞﴿

𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝟗𝟑 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝟕𝟗 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝟓𝟗 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝟓𝟓 𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝟓𝟓 𝑳𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝟓𝟒 𝑶𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝟓𝟐 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝟓𝟏 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅/𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝟓𝟎|𝟓𝟎

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﴾𝕾𝖙𝖞𝖑𝖊﴿

Hair

𝘛𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 jet black hair, worn in a chest-length undercut “LocHawk” (sometimes accessorized with 𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘳𝘺 & 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘴)

Clothing

Gothic, accessorized with: 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘴��� 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, a 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩, & their 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵

Makeup

Bold looks with a focus on dark tones & artful pops of colour (gothic/alt in style)

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﴾𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒﴿

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﴾𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘﴿

ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ➛ African-American/Dutch ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➛ They/Them ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➛ 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘺 ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ➛ Libra (July 𝟷ˢᵗ) ᴍʙᴛɪ➛ ENFJ-T ꜰᴀᴛᴀʟ ꜰʟᴀᴡ➛ Idealism (they see the good in EVERYONE... even 𝐖𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭) ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ➛ Humanities & Social Sciences: Religious Studies ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴄᴜʀʀɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀꜱ➛ Piano, figure skating, debate society, & classical/waltz dancing ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ➛ English, Latin, French, Mandarin, Spanish, & Dutch ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ➛ Monster “𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘰” ᴅɪᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ʀᴇꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ➛ Gluten-free

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 has “made peace” with the loss of their mother; grief & pain are constant companions in their life 😔

Their ex-partner's name is “𝐖𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭” 💔 (after 𝐖𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭 they didn't date much... 𝟷 their focus has always been their academic studies/extracurricular activities 📚🤓⛸️, & 2 constantly being sexually pressured by 𝐖𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭, despite openly being on the ace-spectrum, really tainted their view of healthy relationships 😓)

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 is happy that their father possibly found love again 🥹 (they're looking forward to meeting her... & her child 🤔)

They prefer to support indie clothing brands; gothic style clothes designed by people who actually understand the aesthetic 💀🥀

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞, despite being very well-spoken, is abysmal at flirting (so bad that they do a 𝟷𝟾𝟶° into being oddly charming 👉😘👉)

Their “rivalry” with 𝐂𝐞́𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 is entirely friendly on their part, he makes them strive to do better (+ they'd genuinely love to be friends with him someday 🥺)

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 may seem intimidating at 𝟷ˢᵗ glance, but once someone actually gets to know them, that impression is quickly dispelled (like a Rottweiler: scary looking but a total sweetheart 🥰)

They're not a morning person, despite always waking up early (they stumble around like a zombie for at least an hour after waking up 🧟‍♀️)

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 has 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘤 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 😷🫸🍞

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𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 means “𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘦; 𝘚𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵” (Latin) 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧 means “𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵” (Sanskrit) 𝐝𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐤 means “𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯” (Dutch)

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𝐼𝐹: @childrenofcain-if

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Picrew used:

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞:

[swarmcall]

@moreinterestingtimes 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 ››› [ 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ]

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    As if the fly was unusually smart for one of its kind,      it did indeed land on Elvira's finger. scuttling around, circling the digit before rubbing its little insect paws together in natural fly-fashion. It turned to the rat, waddling her finger upside down to get a better look at the woman's companion.

   . . .

Before taking flight, only to land closer to the rodent. The silent inspector was quite curious about both individuals, yet a bit shy to reveal his cover. Cricket figured he could escape questions  &  arguments dandily if displaying your everyday bug. And a bug he was, unfortunately driven to the rodent's natural scent, trying to pester the animal by swarming around the poor fella. Wildly so.

[dominaxnoctis]

@poeticphoenix continued from here

🕸 — icy violets blinked owlishly in confusion at the fiery man before her. as if the countess herself would give up her cozy bedtime routine for a coffin. she couldn't help but laugh after her initial state of shock had warn off.

❝ oh, love. it would take all of ireland, the princes themself, and the entirety of the vampire population to pry my bed out of my cold, dead hands. ❞ she shook her head, humored grin never fading as she clasped her hands behind her back. ❝ and no. we don't turn into bats either. we also don't bite to feed. there is too much risk in being caught and it can kill humans. we prefer a much more simple method. ❞ assuming he was blooded by the same type of vampires she had been at least.

[insidemyblood]

@worthyheir continued from here

Jace's a prince, right? An allergy to being stabbed with peasant-grade cutlery would've made perfect sense. It was a totally reasonable and normal question. Yup.

"It's just... I dunno," he said, scratching his eyebrow. "I just... y'know, some of us have very specific weaknesses. Mine's small knives. And emotional vulnerability. But mostly small knives." He gave a small shrug, rocking on his heels as he glanced up at the dragon besides them. Yeah, it was totally normal. Just another day in New Yorassic City.

[in-toxi-cant]

{random little ooc “disclaimer” imma drop because it’s been on my mind for a bit, and because I’m not in a spot to work on drafts rn lol, but—}

feel like I should say that when it comes to dialogue, at the current time, I’m mainly writing Angel’s accent/speech patterns based mainly on vibes/what sounds right in my head at the moment lmao— at a latter date I’ll probably try and search for added inspo/refs, but— for now I’m mostly content to roll based on vibes XD

[catcze]

Mao Hua is definitely the “she asked for no pickles” KokoHua

- 🕸️ anon

SHE WOULD SO TRUE 😭 Unlike me, Mao Hua isn't scared to talk to waiters and service staff haskdnkajs

[arrietty-rune]

Draw Apollo pregnant already

Welp there you go /trolling

That's how their learnt about the big new

[arckat]

I kinda wanna regress again, but it just feels like whenever I do I can't ever stop. I'll go days—sometimes weeks straight without unregressing. I don't want to bother the people around me hhhh.

[itsrlymine]

welcome to my page!

she/her. african. 25. master manifestor.

all my posts will be about I AM, pure consciousness, reality creation and law of assumption. i am gonna be so fr with y'all and give the tough love i wish i got at the beginning bc you literally have what you want as you read these words.

so happy to interact with all of you.

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[domini-inferni]

The group of six froze as they spotted the cub, Rosie immediately stopping and getting between the sinners and the little one. "Boys, this is all just a big misunderstanding. He's with us, aren't you, sugar?" she asks the little bear playfully, gently scooping him into her arms and tickling his tummy.

"No," Carmilla refused, waving a dismissive hand to indicate she was not on board with this plan. "We are not keeping this thing. It's got fleas, it's covered in mud, and it isn't our responsibility. We have our own people we need to look out for with the Extermination coming up in less than a month," Carmilla reminded them, causing Velvette to roll her eyes and let out a loud groan.

"Of course the old bag doesn't want to keep it!" Velvette said exasperatedly. Zestial chose to stay out of the conflict for now until something required him to speak, though. "What, afraid it'll ruffle ya bandages, Nefertiti?" she jabbed, Carmilla growling in response to the hit on her age.

Vox turned to Velvette with an unamused expression. "Velvette, what would we even do with that thing?" Vox asked incredulously before rolling his eyes, predicting Velvette's response seamlessly. "Besides looking cute for your Sinstagram reels and then leaving it for your models to take care of."

"I don't know, Voxxy~," Valentino purred, getting right in the baby cub's face with a sinister smirk. "He might make a great target for when the stars piss me off~." Of course, he's referring to how he likes to shoot people and things when his stars anger him, which Vox again rolls his eyes to.

Carmilla gets right in Valentino's face, between him and Rosie with the cub. "Scum, all of you! I won't allow this, you absolute disgraces!" Carmilla snaps. For someone who's so not on board with the idea of taking him, she sure is being awfully protective of him. Then again, who wouldn't with the Vees, who are all awful, horrible people? That said, Carmilla will still defend the baby cub if the sinners are to try anything, but most sinners aren't dumb enough to oppose six overlords.

Event: The Lonely Cub in Hell

*In the depth of hell, a wailing cry echoes throughout the night of acid rain. You hear that very cry as you were going on about your business. Eventually, you find the source of the crying in an alleyway. You see what looks like a small baby bear. A cub with black and white fur. The fur on the left side was black with a red mark over its eye and the right side was white. It was crying loudly to the heavens, tears in its eyes, and looking beyond miserable. It was shivering, covered in mud and fleas, and seemed like it was starving. Upon a closer look, it looked like one of its legs was broken. By it's scent, it seems to be a new arrival in hell. He must've died recet What happened to this cub? A sad, lonely, hungry, cold, dirty, defenseless cub in the pits of hell.*

Sinner: "There it is!" *A few angry sinners arrive on the scene, glaring angryly at the crying bear cub. Th sinners surrounds the poor cub.* "Hey! Shut the fuck up, already! Some of us are trying to sleep!" *But the cub couldn't bring himself to stop. He tries, but it just erupts in more cries. The sinners are looking angrier and angrier by the second. What will you do?*

@sinistersmiles @fall-of-eden @xxcottoncandybitchxx @xxstaticontheradioxx @dojokento @respectless @cxndiesandstrxwberries @smiling-cervidae(2P) @bartender-husk @a-house-divided @tobys-multiverse-official @domini-inferni(Rosie, Zestial, Carmila, and/or the Vees.) @setting-morningstar @tainted-heavenly-heathenism @the-vampire-den @d4y-0f-judg3m3nt @forbidden-evearice

[sxfterhearts]

tainted

DAY 3: phonesex/sexting/foreplay/dystopia with choi jiung

🕸 genre/pairings: dystopia!au - lower working class, dom!jiung x upper class, sub!reader

🕸 warnings: smut nsfw (mdni) | phone sex, mutual guided masturbation, slight degradation and corruption kink (consensual), name calling, praise, forbidden relationship

🕸 word count: 2,567 words

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“This is gonna be the last time, I swear.”

“You said that the last time we did this.” 

“Well… I just can’t help myself, especially not when you look like that. C’mon, take it off for me, sweetheart.” Jiung coaxed in a seductively low register, a smirk working its way onto his pretty face. His greedy eyes were glued to his phone screen, following your every move from behind his wispy black bangs. 

What can he say? He really couldn’t help himself. Phone in one hand, the other inching towards his crotch, the urge to rub himself in search of sweet, sweet relief was too strong to fight off. So he didn’t – Jiung simply gave in to the temptation, diving head first into his desire for you.

The past hour had been pure torture. Not only was he absolutely swamped at work with unrealistic deadlines, but he also had to force himself to stay awake for the weekly government broadcast at the assembly hall. Jiung didn’t understand why they made it compulsory viewing every Friday – the content was repeated every week: stay within your factions, don’t interact with outsiders and abide by the curfew. For all he cared, the drawling voice could’ve been speaking in an entirely different language and he wouldn’t even have noticed. 

Not when you were the sole centre of his attention; the only thought that preoccupied his mind.

It was forbidden – whatever this thing you had going on between the two of you, anyway. Neither of you had a clue what this was. Being from different factions meant the odds were never in your favour. From birth, no, from the moment you were conceived in your mothers’ wombs, you and Jiung lived completely different lives. You were from the upper class, and he was from the working class – the lowest rung of society’s ladder; the scum of the earth. You had all the riches and gold, and always dressed in pristine whites. You were the epitome of poise and purity. Jiung was always tainted in shades of dirt, murky browns and dusty greens. Everywhere he went, he carried the earthy stench of the forest, a byproduct of spending endless days chopping wood and farming land for the government – the very government your family helped to form.

He was beneath you, metaphorically and physically. Right now, you locked yourself in an abandoned bedroom, one of the many in your father’s mansion, far away from prying eyes and curious ears. Being the daughter of a high-ranking government official came in handy, especially for raunchy phone sex escapades with the most irresistible boy you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

The first time you made eye contact with Jiung was when he came to deliver wood for the fireplace in your father’s study. You felt an electric spark then – both of you did. The air was thick and heavy with tension. And let’s just say you definitely felt an unmistakable wetness pool at your nether regions from watching him lift and chop big chunks of wood like they were weightless. It made you wonder how he would manhandle you in bed too…

You threw the phone onto the four poster bed before launching yourself at the mattress, obscuring the phone camera with a view of your chest that had Jiung salivating from the other end of the line. “Do you think they’ll know?” You mused, spreading yourself out and getting comfortable.

Jiung scoffed. Of course you were stalling – you were an upper class girl with all the time in the world to enjoy life’s simplest pleasures. Him, a humble forest boy, did not have the same privileges. As they always say, time is money. And right now, while he’d love to entertain your musings, he really had to get back to work soon. The forest had to be cleared and the trees were not going to chop themselves.

Plus, he was starting to get impatient. That’s what spending one whole hour eye fucking each other across the hall did to him, he supposed – him, a mere nobody amongst the crowd, and you, standing on the assembly stage, looking down at the commoners like the charming, law-abiding bureaucrat you were raised to be. Oh, if only people knew what went on behind the (smoke)screens. “I doubt it. These phones are ancient, none of the current systems will know how to break the encryption. But we’ll never know for sure – they’re always watching, Y/N.”

You hummed in response, lips curling into a devious smile. You liked that thought. “Then let’s give them a show.”

“That’s what we always do, baby. Now hurry, I’ve waited long enough.”

“What’s the magic word, Jiung?”

Blood rushed towards his cock at the way your saccharine voice wrapped around the syllables of his name. He imagined the same lips, oh so pink and kissable, wrapping around something else of his instead. “Quick, we don’t have time! You always do this, I need to go soon.”

“Always so impatient.” You tsked in feigned disapproval, but deep down, you liked it. You liked how Jiung couldn’t get enough of you, how he needed you so desperately, like a burning desire within him that could never be satiated. Even after ending every video call with a promise to never watch each other cum ever again, he always came running back to you, begging to watch you touch yourself. To him, nothing could beat watching you get off on him and his voice.

“Your shirt, Y/N.” Jiung insisted, voice firm and hard. Almost as firm and hard as his thick cock, straining against the confines of his dirt-stained work pants. 

Your pussy pulsed in response, leaking helplessly at his harsh command. After all, as the darling daughter of the most respected upper class family, you were raised to obey orders. You were always a good girl, and always eager to please. You propped the phone up against the pillow and got on your knees for Jiung, ensuring that your upper half was within the frame. With a sultry grin, you dragged your hands up your body, shivering when your fingers came into contact with your stiff nipples.

“Y/N,” He warned dangerously, but you liked playing games. His words fell on deaf ears as you kept playing with yourself, maintaining the slow pace. “Why would you even forget your bra? You like that everyone can see your nipples, huh? Is that it? Slut.”

“Yes, Jiung. I’m your slut.” You moaned, fingers pinching your buds through the thin fabric of your collared button-down. You were a good girl, but you loved bending the rules every now and then, with and for Jiung. And Jiung loved that he tainted you, the girl who embodied innocence and purity. He loved that he stained your whiteness with his dirtiness, like how he dreamed of painting your soft, supple skin with his hot cum.

Jiung cursed under his breath, and you heard him fumbling on the other end of the line. He scrambled to get his bottoms off and sighed in relief when his heavy cock was released. “Go on, what are you waiting for? Touch yourself for me.”

A dark, twisted part of you loved being spoken to in that way. The tension that built up from having to stand still in front of everyone while Jiung undressed you with his eyes got you all worked up. Now, it already felt like a release to take off your clothes and shed the persona you were forced to put on for the rest of the world. Because you knew when Jiung called you like this, you were reduced to nothing more than his girl; his slut. 

So you did as you were told and spread your legs on either side of the phone. You wore a maxi skirt that went all the way to your ankles to remain modest, but you couldn’t imagine what others would say if they saw you exposing your skin, let alone flashing your wet panties to Jiung, of all people, on the other side of the call. 

“Shit, you’re soaking, Y/N. So wet and we haven’t even got started…” Jiung mumbled, head spinning at the wet spot on your lacy white panties. His finger thumbed over an identical stain on his boxers, teasing himself as he spread the precum around his tip.

“It’s because you always look at me like that…” You whined, hands itching to touch your centre. But you knew better than that; you knew to wait for his instructions.

“Like what?” He smirked cockily. 

“Like you want to eat me up.”

“So what if I do? Hmm?” He hummed in response. “You know I’d do anything to eat your sweet pussy, my love.”

You moaned desperately, body heating up at his choice of words. “Jiung…”

“My sweet girl… Go ahead, touch yourself over your panties.”

You obeyed, lips parting in a sigh as your fingers came in contact with your centre. You placed pressure against your hole and felt yourself clench around nothing. Oh, you would give anything and everything to have his calloused fingers inside your gummy walls instead. But alas, it would never happen.

So you settled with this instead. Having his addictive voice guide you to completion over the phone was better than not having him at all. “Push your panties aside for me, yes, that’s it. Put a finger in.” Jiung instructed. He released a breathy moan when his fingers wrapped around his length and began stroking himself.

Your middle finger slipped inside your entrance easily given how soaked you were. It was a relief – small, but a relief nonetheless. You pumped your fingers in and out, maintaining a steady pace. From the corner of your eye, you could make out Jiung’s handsome face contorting in pleasure as he stroked his cock, matching your pace.

“How does it feel? Tell me, baby.” He breathes out, always a sucker for your strained voice and soft whispers.

“Good…” You trailed off, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “Ah, but I wish it was your fingers inside…” You whined.

Jiung grunted in reply to your whiny cries, increasing his pace. “So do I, baby. Been thinking about stuffing your tight pussy with my fingers all day. I’d get you all stretched and ready for my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” You cried desperately.

“I know you would, my little slut. Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl, but look at you now. What do you think they’d say? Put another finger in for me, go on.”

You obliged willingly, breath hitching at the feeling of being stretched further. Jiung was hypnotised, his eager eyes glued to the phone screen to watch your walls stretch and accommodate an additional finger. He couldn’t help but imagine replacing your fingers with his throbbing length and thrusting deep inside, over and over and over again until you both reached your climaxes. He loved tainting you; loved ruining the perfect image that the world sees of you.

“Jiung…” Your soft voice pulled him out of his trance. “Wanna see you, please…”

He knew exactly what you were asking for. He lifted up his shirt and angled the phone upwards, giving you the most delectable view of his thick girth and the numerous tattoos littered on his skin. You watched, transfixed, core pulsating as he stroked his cock hurriedly, harsh pants leaving his parted lips.

“How’s the view?” Jiung questioned with a handsome smirk on his face. 

You hummed in approval. “You’re so hot, Jiung.” 

“Right back at you, sweetheart. One more finger, c’mon. You know you can do it.”

Your lips fell apart in choked moans when you added the third finger. It could barely fit. You felt so full.

“God, you’re taking them so well. Doing so good, baby. Are you close?”

You nodded, cheeks flushed at the wet sounds your cunt made as you pumped your fingers in and out. 

“Me too. Rub your clit, yes… Good girl, just like that.”

“Jiung! Jiung, I’m close, Jiung…” Your mind was flooded with thoughts of Jiung and Jiung only, as you chanted his name repeatedly like a sacred prayer. You were so close, rubbing quickly to chase your release. 

“Yes, Y/N, so good, you’re doing so well for me.” Jiung moaned, mirroring your actions. He was running his mouth and babbling at this point. “Want to cum in your tight pussy and fill you up. I’ll stuff you full of my cum, put your panties back on and make you keep it inside… The world needs to know who you belong to.”

“You, Jiung! I belong to you, only you!”

“Fuck!” He swore, not expecting you to say something like this. It was so intimate – you took him completely by surprise. It was like a switch flipped inside him. The next thing he knew, his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and he was cumming messily all over himself. 

Watching his cum leak out in hot spurts made your walls clench tightly on your fingers. The image of him reaching his climax threw you over the edge, pleasure coursing deliciously through your veins as you reached your sweet release. 

It was intense this time, more intense than any of the previous calls. Even though you weren’t in the same room, you could feel the air had shifted. 

You both took a moment to compose yourself, to steady your breaths and heartbeats. But just as you were about to break the silence, you heard footsteps approaching the room.

“Damn it, I have to go.” You stared at him, panicked, yet your expression was uncertain and conflicted, like you were experiencing a whole range of emotions in a matter of seconds. 

Jiung was staring so intently at you, waiting for you to say goodbye and end the call. But why did he feel so reluctant this time? 

“I –” He started.

But you cut him off. “Sorry. See you, Jiung.”

You ended the call. For a few seconds, you just stared at the black screen, selfishly allowing yourself to imagine what life would be like if you could be with him in person, and not just through a phone screen. 

And then you realised that today was Friday, and the maids were out looking for you to get you ready and all dolled up for dinner at the government house. Instead of returning the phone to its usual resting place under the pillow, you pocketed it for a change. You weren’t too sure why, but your gut was telling you it was the right thing to do.

You ended the call. For a long time, Jiung just stared at the black screen, selfishly allowing himself to imagine what life would be like if he could call you his, and not just through a phone screen. His lower body and tattoos were still covered in cum, and he curses into the darkness when he realises…

“I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered, his words drifting off into the endless void between the two of you.

[7:49pm] jiung: sent a photo.

[7:51pm] jiung: can’t stop thinking about you

[7:51pm] jiung: i need you so bad, please y/n…

[7:51pm] y/n: me too, i want you inside me

[7:51pm] y/n: you can use the maid’s entrance. i’ll sneak out of this dinner, meet me in 20

[thecircularsystem]

System Ask Game!

Cause I felt like making one and being silly, with hopefully some open ended questions that people can take however they'd like! Everyone can enjoy! If you send me an ask, you can use the number or the emoji or both :P

😍 What do you consider the most fun/enjoyable part of being a system?

🥲 What do you consider the most difficult/challenging part of being a system?

🤬 What's a pet peeve of yours regarding systemhood?

🤑 Would you ever monetize some aspect of YOUR systemhood?

👏 What's something you're proud of that your system was a major part of recently?

🧠 What's one way your system makes your thinking different from, say, a neurotypical brain?

💋 What's some fun relationship information regarding your systemhood?

🧜 Share a fun fact about nonhuman alters!

🙅 What's something you commonly see in other systems that doesn't apply to you?

🫂 What's something you would say to your past self, knowing what you know now about your system?

👗 What's an outfit or piece of clothing you have that's just for one alter?

🕸 What's something your system struggles with/has been stuck on for awhile?

🌈 How does your systemhood interact with your gender or sexual identity?

⚡️Do different alters have different amounts of energy?

🍎 What different tastes do you have across alters?

🍭 Do you treat littles? How?

🏈 Does your athletic ability change across alters? How?

🎤 What artistic talents do different alters have?

🚗 In what ways does your systemhood impact driving?

🔮What's something in your history that foreshadowed you being a system? (I.e. Funnier As A System style things)

💊Do you have anything that helps your system, medically?

🎁 Do different alters have different birthdays?

📬 How do you communicate with your alters?

📅 How does systemhood impact your ability to schedule things?

📖 What's your favorite reading material for system related things?

✏️ Have you ever written anything about systemhood?

❓Do you use any sort of proxy bot (SP/PK/OCT) online?

🚻 Is there any gender that's more prominent in your system?

📢 Do any of your alters have accents/speak differently?

💀What's a dumb thing that's happened with/to your system?

[insidemyblood]

@oscursed continued from here

Peter winced before Harry even answered. He could already sense it in his eyes. His heart still plummeted when he heard the words.

"You shouldn't have done that," he muttered, quieter. "You didn't have to take the fall. I was there too..." His voice was sad, filled with guilt and honest.

"I don't know. I should've said something. I should've stood next to you in that office and told them it wasn't just you. It wasn't your experiment. It was mine. We were... I was the one who pushed it too far." He dragged a hand through his hair, he tried to smile but it faltered.

"I mean... I get it. It's what friends do, right? Cover for each other but..." He looked back up at Harry, guilt written all over his face. The truth was that Harry knew Pete's scholarship would've been gone. And Aunt May (who was working two jobs already) wouldn't have been able to afford a new school. That was not in the cards.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I really am."

Despite Harry's optimism , reassurance and banter, Peter couldn't shake the feeling of it all being wrong. That the right thing to do was standing there with Harry and take his share of the blame. "I'll lend you all my notes and come over to study with you."

[in-toxi-cant]

Before i get to posting any ic content on this blog, felt like i should make a little "disclaimer" first-- Namely, that i don't yet know how seriously i'll be taking this blog lmao-- As part of me thinks i'll mainly use it to post sillier things. But, i do at least plan to be somewhat "serious" (ie: not super ooc if i can help it) in the portrayal i present here-- Even if said portrayal doesn't stick to what many people would view as fully canon.