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[lordsardine]

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[artdcnaldson]

beyond ready to match your freak on this, sick and twisted, i luv it >:)

i think this is the night he finally cracks a little... youve been rilling him up for so long at this point, lying to him, ignoring him, purposely making him jealous, hes had enough of this little game. especially when he notices you didnt even bother with panties under your skirt...

so there you two are, in his bedroom once again. his cock is right there, right in front of your face, you can basically smell his musk from where you're sitting. whining at him when he's telling you to beg for big brother’s cock. its so dirty, you really should be disgusted by this, but hes so intoxicating like this. something is different in his eyes from last time you two where sitting like this. theres a desperation in his eyes, like hes begging you to push him into the deep end.

suddenly he's telling you that if you beg real pretty for it, he might let you touch him... oh boy... why did he say that, he'll regret saying that in the morning. but for now he's too occupied with the dirty, depraved prayers slipping from your lips. if patrick could hear them now he would be sick to his stomach, honestly what's wrong with you both??? making his sweet little sister call art her big brother and beg him, on her knees, to let her touch him?? but neither of you are thinking about that at all.

i think, after reveling in your praises, he lets you move closer. tells you to take care of his balls while he jerks himself off :(((( he still wont let you touch him with your hands tho. but maybe he lets you come off the floor, instead he sits against the headboard and lets you lay between his thighs, making such a mess on his sheets. even while lost in pleasure and depravity, art keeps insisting that this doesnt mean that he'll ever fuck you. this is for him, not for you. he doesnt believe you when you tell him youd never tell anyone, youre too much of a slut to keep it to yourself. maybe he'd even rest his pretty cock on your face while youre sucking his balls :(((( makes you beg him to slap your face with it :((( so mean of him!!!

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GODDDD thank you for matching my freak <3

“Say it and I might let you touch me. If you beg pretty enough— if you’re a good little sister.”

And you know how bad it is when the words slip past your lips for the first time. Know it’s fucked up to fantasize about. But you’re so wet it’s dripping down your thigh where you sit between his legs. Patrick is so far from your mind, reality is a hazy blur around whatever the fuck exists outside of Art’s dorm room.

Because you he was like a brother earlier, just to make him mad, and now he’s making you eat your words. It’s the worst thing he’s ever asked you to do, just the sheer taboo of it all. It’s all fake, you remind yourself, and you want him so bad you’d do anything.

“I want my big brother’s cock.” It makes you shiver, makes your cunt clench around nothing, needy, desperate. You whine, grind against your heel. “Need it so bad. I’m so wet, Art, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He laughs, revealing his teeth as he smiles wide. But there’s nothing warm or sweet about it. Just cold, cruel pleasure. “Yeah? You want big brother to fuck you so bad, huh? You stuff that pussy full of your fingers wanting it.”

You nod, and fuck, he’s so close you feel dizzy with want. Just want to open your mouth, take him into your warm, wet mouth, get him nice and wet.

“Say it again.”

You whine. “I want you so bad. Need big brother’s cock inside of me— wherever you want, Art. Just want to make you feel good. I want to be a good little sister.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Just hearing you say it makes him dizzy. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. He readjusts, sits against his headboard and you whine when he moves away from you.

“C’mere, lay down between my thighs, but no touching.” So you do— obeying easily. Your hands are pinned beneath your stomach, you look up at him with wide eyes, just begging for direction.

He starts jerking off again, so close that you can hear every slick pass of his hand. And you feel so left out, almost want to cry with need.

“Be a good little sister, suck on my balls while I make myself cum.”

He might as well have offered you the whole fucking world on a platter. You don’t give him time to change his mind before your mouth is on him, laving the soft skin of his sack with slow laps of your tongue.

You moan, loud and debauched, because it’s everything you’ve been wanting so bad. It’s the taste of him, salty and heady on your tongue. And the feel of him pulsing in your mouth, twitching and needing release. You grind into the bed, finding a tiny amount of friction in the balled up duvet beneath you.

He groans when you suck one of his balls into your mouth, when he feels your moan vibrate against him, nearly cums on the spot. This is supposed to be fucking degrading, but he can see you grinding your bare, sticky cunt onto his blankets. Your mouth is so hot, so wet— your lashes rest against your cheeks, you look so fucking content between his thighs with his balls in your mouth.

He wonders if there’s anything he could do at all to curb your incessant lust for him. Slapping you hadn’t worked, incidental as it was. Ignoring you only drove you to whore yourself out to other boys. He doubted there was anything on the planet that you wouldn’t do, any way you wouldn’t debase yourself for him.

Jesus Christ. He should tell Patrick. He should come clean, explain how fucking bad things had gotten. It would’ve been better if he’d just fucked you once to begin with, now if he tells Patrick he has to reckon with… this.

“Can’t believe you’re fucking getting off on this,” he mutters, even as he strokes his cock to the sight of you, humping his bed and sucking his balls into your pretty wet mouth. “This is supposed to be for me, not for you. Doesn’t fucking change anything either. I’m not fucking you, not ever.”

He holds his cock over your face, presses it against your nose and forehead. You whine, nuzzle against it like you’re a fucking puppy. It makes his cock pulse, the sheer neediness.

He hears your soft pants, the debauched moans as you grind into the bed. Keeps jerking himself off against your face, bucking his hips, lets his cock glide against your soft skin.

“Beg for your big brother’s cum, honey.” You sob pathetically, hump the bed harder, faster, desperate in your need for release. He slaps his cock against your cheek, makes you whine. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Art,” you whine. “Need it. Need it need it need it.” You mouth at his balls, your moans all choked and strangled as you get closer. It’s so pathetic, so fucking hot he can’t help himself. He cums, making a mess of your hair, of your face.

The sound he makes, the feel of his balls drawing up, pulsing on your tongue, it’s enough to drive you crazy. You cum hard, tears slipping down your cheeks as you pathetically grind against his duvet. You keep lapping at his balls, let his dick get soft, rest flaccid against your face.

He pushes you off after a while, mutters something under his breath about how gross this all is. How fucking desperate and depraved you were.

It pisses you off. You’re the one with his cum drying on your face, in your hair. It’s not like you were the one who was getting off on being called big brother. I mean, you were getting off on calling him that, certainly. But you didn’t bring it up. That was him. He was just as fucking bad as you were.

So you steal his shower, don’t fucking talk to him as you grab your shit. He, chewing on his cuticles as you shove past him, heading for the door.

“Where are you going? It’s, like, two in the morning?”

You laugh. So now he wants to play at being the protective friend? “Fuck you, Art. I’m sleeping in my own room.”

He lets you go, tries to ignore the pang of longing. Whatever. Maybe you finally learned something.

[icantalk710]

Waiting for this coffee to kick in so I can get some work done on this Friday finally 🥱☕

[qqueenofhades]

I had an online job interview, the first in months, and 30min before my nose started to bleed, like awfully, it was from one side but it was so much that it came out from both sides. I tried to reschedule and they didn’t answer me, so I still went into the call wearing a face mask to cover my nasal plugs, in the empty ER. Well, it started and they told me to remove the mask, I told them that I had a nosebleed and then they switched to this attitude that was so obviously rude, and they started to question me, like does this always happen to you? And like are you alone? Nobody can listen to the interview. But in this very rude and entitled attitude, and tbh I did cry after we hanged because they “rescheduled” but it also made me realize the 🚩 🚩 They asked like are you single? Do you have any kids? Would it bother you if we tasked you with activities outside the job description? Are you fully available? And the biggest 🚩 in bold: do you perform well under pressure?

The whole thing made me fall down from the cloud I was in amd kind to open my eyes, and my mom and my friends told me that everything happens for a reason so…

I’m sorry to vent but you’re probably the only person I follow that seems to talk about everything and anything 🥹

WELP. Look, hun, I'm sorry the nosebleed thing happened, but I think your family is right that it was a good thing, because I'm sorry but that "job" (or whatever it is, I say with no exaggeration that it could quite possibly be a cult and/or a trafficking scheme) sounds sketchy as hell. AS HELL! Enough that your ancient internet grandmother over here was reading your ask in progressively more horror, because what the fuck business of theirs is it if you have a family or kids or social ties outside the job, you "can have responsibilities outside the job description," you are "fully available," you work well under pressure, etc? Not to mention that they acted like dicks when you needed to reschedule beforehand, and you wouldn't want to work for these wackadoos anyway!

Anyway. So. Yes. As you say, it can be hard to see things in the moment, we do feel like we need to take opportunities and be open to challenges etc, but not like that. Yikes on BIKES. Take care of yourself out there, mdear. And not just with the nosebleeds.

[scandalousadventures]

If you’re in bed sooooooo sleepy soooooo cozy soooooo late at night and you have the BEST IDEA ever for an art or a story or a comic or ANYTHING and think “eh I’ll remember it when I wake up. It’s the best idea. Why would I forget”

that’s the devil talking

go write that shit down NOW you sleepy fool

[bloomingkyras]

They arrived at Rhett's neighbor old house, that he rent at 4 in the morning. And the grumpy boy has awake cause he uncomfortable with his teeth. Rhett was so excited about today agenda.

[duusheen]

Leif was supposed to do some tricks, but instead he opted for some splash splash with the little girls 🤣🤣

[bobmckenzie]

the urge to give my carrd a makeover vs the lack of any ideas

[deva-26]

[stuckyevanstanfan]

logging into tumblr a few minutes after the episode and I'm so confused about the reaction posts I'm seeing... during the episode people were talking about how Buck wanted Eddie's attention, then at the end he is kissing Tommy? Were the live reactions during the episode misinterpreting Buck's motivations, and his desire for Eddie was actually his desire for Tommy all along? Or did the episode make it seem like he wanted both of them?

[screwpinecaprice]

There is a program to feed AI bad data apparently…

It’s called nightshade. I don’t know much about it though. You can check it out here:

https://nightshade.cs.uchicago.edu/whatis.html

Oh I heard about Nightshade... For some reason I thought it wasn't free. 😅

But it's neat to learn it is! Thanks for the link! I'll be seeing how to run this.

[cerealmonster15]

dropping everything to look up zodiac compatibilities. for fictional characters. for fanfiction purposes.

[imma-lil-teapot]

Blurry!Pic is uber blurry! Scanner refuses to function! Bah! 💢

*Cough* Please feel free to ignore the following rambling... But it was time to draw Dhampir Barbie Boi! ... Back in January... no joke... started, shelved for around three months because I thought it'd be good idea to not only attempt the Castlevania art style... but to try out an angle I've never drawn before after not drawing for almost a year... ON TOP of wanting to replicate a 'looser' art style (which I failed at miserably)... *Intense inhale* and only picked up again a couple days ago. 😵 🦇🐺

Am I happy with the outcome? ... Eh? 🤷‍♀️ Kinda reminds me of one of those cursed, in-between animation frames. 😆 Anyhoo, practice I suppose. There's still a small section of the page left so might add another headshot, who knows... but once the scanner's up and running again will reupload the full image cause this phone pic ain't doing it for me. 😝

Levels have been slightly adjusted in Photoshop.

[vampiregerard]

i can’t believe i have a date with twenty one pilots tonight omg. not to be confused with the band, tho. i am going on a date with 21 people who have their pilots licenses <3

[electoons]

wish there was an option to use snapchat filters that add cute things like sparkles and hearts and whatever without doing all that other shit i dont WANT huge blue eyes i DONT WANT a button nose i dont want a thin face leave my natural features ALONE!!!!!!!!

[laces-and-pearls]

How do people do dating apps, omg. How. First, you gotta find someone who doesn't want just a one night stand and wants a relationship with a future. Then, you have to go out and have money for going out, because I can't expect a man to pay for me, and if he does, I'd feel obliged. If things don't work out, you have to find the courage to say 'sorry it doesn't work out' and start again. It's a nightmare. I just want some auntie to set me up with a nice boy whom she knows, I don't want no strangers and the stress that comes with dating through apps 😭😭😭