#Textposts

[gaillol-13]

To celebrate the return of Feathers in the upcoming W+G movie.

[merrydapachi]

@cozyqueerchaos

The Mementos Tweet For an Incredibly Niche Overlap of Audiences, Vol. XIII,

[pixellangel]

"boop war" this and "tumblr pvp" that. are we not all bonding? have you not met people you would have never heard of? do you not look at the url of the stranger who booped you and think wow, i just met someone who thought of me, even if its just for a boop, before hitting the boop button on them as well? do you not gain joy from this? even in the heat of battle, our humanity shows itself. we glance into the eyes of an opponent who holds our gaze ever so slightly too long for someone who's supposed to be an unfeeling soldier and we think to ourselves i'll miss you, stranger before we inflict a killing blow. the boops show us we're human

[miinuteswag]

there's been a microchip implanted in my brain and it only produces this. sorry :/

[pelorsdyke]

samira mohan + textposts

[consumer-of-m0ss]

Textposts the third !! Except now I’m also into Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina. Guess my favorite character challenge impossible.

[foxtamer113]

[tomonohebi]

xv flavored

[shippin-it-faster-than-fedex]

gravity falls textposts part 2

[frederikvesti]

guys remember when joey logano yelled at his teammate and called him a dumb fuck and nothing happened…..and then we get nolan siegel telling penske to go fuck themselves and people get up in arms

[anxietyproblem]

[silver-horse]

idk if you guys noticed this, but Hans doesn't mind if you sleep in his bed at his poacher camp. You can lie down and he won't wake you up unlike other NPCs, he will just sit nearby lol that's kinda cute

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes episode 151: Sod it, more portals

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: dubcon; public sex; portals; tattoos;

A/N: Man this took a while to write, especially seeing as it was meant to be a quick one!

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Maybe getting tattoo ideas from the internet was a bad idea. Perhaps it would've been a better idea to just get something from the book, a butterfly, a nice tribal-style design perhaps, hell, even something really tasteless like a pair of arrows to draw the eye. Of course, when you'd decided to get some permanent body art, you wanted something you'd never seen before and a basic tramp stamp wasn't going to be enough for you.

The artist warned you it was going to hurt. The skin either side of your labia was, of course, very sensitive. Healing was going to be a pain in the ass too, you'd need to be almost hyper-vigilant about not getting any contaminants in. Beyond that wasn't anything new, as soon as your pubic hair got any longer than stubble it started to annoy you anyway, so you kept things shaved down there already, and you wore a lot of skirts so keeping things well-ventilated wasn't a problem. Money changed hands, the time was booked and two weeks later you left the tattoo parlour with some new art indelibly etched into some very intimate skin.

And so it went. Life carried on as it always had for a month. You kept your tattoo clean and it healed perfectly. It even became a bit of a conversation piece, at least afterwards, you're not in the business of showing off your cunt to just anybody after all.

The strange thing was, every time you checked yourself out in a mirror, the design seemed to shift. Only slightly, but you were sure it was. You'd long since lost the picture you'd given the artist so you couldn't tell for sure but that in itself was strange. You never cleared out your pictures folder, where could it have gone? You'd been a little worried getting symbols in a language you didn't speak written on you for the rest of your life, but you'd figured if your pussy was labelled something like "chicken chow mein" that'd at least be funny, and if it was something more vulgar? Well that's just kinda hot.

Then it started. You were out walking when it did, thankfully the park was quiet. The skin beside your cunt started to itch, the fabric of your undies chafing against you. You ducked behind a bush, removing them as surreptitiously as you could, stowing the cotton knickers in your tote before starting back on the path, back the way you'd came.

Your cunt didn't stop itching, the fleshy pads either side of your slit starting to burn, making you stumble slightly. There were still too many people on the path to look at yourself and see what was going on down there. You leaned against a tree, trying to collect yourself. A jogger passed you, round ass bouncing in his lycra shorts. He regarded you briefly, losing interest as you pulled out your phone to disguise your discomfort.

The buzzing, itching burning stopped. Replaced by a humming vibration. You felt something pushing up from nothing, pressing against your unguarded entrance. You looked around for a hiding spot, but none were forthcoming. You slid around the tree, kneeling down, still not entirely sure what was happening. No matter how you shifted your weight, or how you tried to block access to your already wet slit, nothing seemed to stop the rhythmic, gentle pressure.

Every push made you a little wetter. You looked around, trying to see if anyone had noticed what was happening. Suddenly the path seemed like a throng of dog walkers, students, and other park goers.

You bit your lip. It was only a matter of time before someone saw. Before-

The pressure parted your lips. It slid into you. Your mouth opened as your hands balled into fists, gathering handfuls of your skirt. You suppressed the gasp, jaw hanging open noiselessly. Your knees squeezed together. Nothing should be able to enter you. Whoever it was fucking you didn't care.

It slid in and out, so slowly you could feel your eyes trying to roll. You could feel every inch, every part of the smooth skinned cock as it fucked you. You let out a small noise, your head tipping back slightlyAs You tried to look around, it still didn't seem like anyone was paying any attention to you.

It picked up speed. Pushing harder. Every thrust made it harder to keep quiet. It angled just right, the head pushing and rubbing against your g-spot. You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, your muscles clenching around it, squeezing it as you neared your peak.

Then, release.

You squirted over yourself, a stream of slick coating your legs, dripping down onto the leaves and soil. Your cunt pulsed in time with the throbbing cock inside you. It filled you completely, stretching you out, just a little. You couldn't stop yourself twitching, trying to disguise it, failing to deflect the stares you were getting from passers-by.

Your release pushed the mystery cock over the edge. You felt it swell and throb inside you, pushing up as far as it could reach, the tip tickling your cervix as it twitched. Thin pre gave way to thick, sticky cum, flowing into you. You groaned as the warmth spread inside, the feeling of being filled with virile seed almost enough to get you off a second time.

As swiftly as it started, it pulled out from you. You felt the strange buzzing end, like a lightswitch had been turned off in your crotch.

You stayed sat for a while, leaking cum, in a puddle of squirt, waiting for the path to clear for you to make your escape.

Maybe getting a tattoo design from the internet was a bad idea, but you didn't think so

[wishyoudwell]

uuuuh. textposts

[itolerate]

dead boy detectives textposts part 11 (happy pride)