#i'm backkkkk

[a-wandering-robin]

Scott in the library.

Not just Empires SMP in 2023, Empires SMP high school AU in 2023. 😎

[markanddebbie-protectionprogram]

OH MY GOD I'VE NEGLECTED MY BLOG

[deathbypride]

Chapters: 3/11 Fandom: RuPaul's Drag Race (US) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anetra/Sasha Colby Characters: Anetra (Drag Race), Sasha Colby, Aura Mayari, Salina Estitties, Loosey Laduca, Sugar (Drag Race), Spice (Drag Race) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Las Vegas, Roommates, Marijuana, Lesbian Sex Summary:

In which they both work at a strip club, Anetra's apartment has a wasp infestation, Sasha looks after everyone except herself, and getting stoned isn't the solution to everything (but it sometimes helps).

[halleandchloe]

Halle attends Ami Alexandre Mattiussi, Menswear Spring/Summer 2024 at Paris Fashion Week on June 22, 2023

[honeylikesyanderes]

christmas with the yanderes (pt. 1?)

i'm here, i'm here, daddy's home just in time for the holidays.

18+ mdni: mostly wholesome, bit suggestive tho. contains mild yandere themes. y'all stay safe out there. mwah.

karma:

expensive christmas

most def flies you out to either a winter cabin in the alps (if you're the snow type) or to a tropical country (if you dislike winter)

regardless of where you go, a shopping spree is guaranteed.

karma would literally spend all his money on you if he could (or if you'd let him)

if its a tropical country; he's probably going to take you on a tour, and really let you learn the local culture (and unsurprisingly, he can speak the local language)

if its a winter getaway, you guys are either gonna be snuggled indoors together, or skiing/snowboarding together (although he'd secretly die from worry). its all up to you tbh.

possible gifts you could receive: literally anything you've mentioned wanting, new clothes and shoes, and probably a credit card thats linked to karma's private bank account.

possible gifts he'd like to receive: something handmade by you, new piercing jewellery, a male grooming kit, your hand in marriage.

rich man, rich Christmas; 10/10.

bhodi

cozy Christmas

bo's the type to stay indoors and stay snuggled up with you through the holidays

you guys would most probably make hot cocoa (his grandma's recipe is amazing!) as well as bake treats together

he'd set up a tree and play cute Christmas music throughout the house as well

and even though you're not expecting it, bhodi would probably stack tons and tons of gifts under the tree for you

and on Christmas day when you wake up, you'll have tons of packages to open.

oddly enough, its everything from your wishlist. your private wishlist....

possible gifts you could receive: handmade sweater (he commissioned a small business to make it), some cute jewellery (if you wear any), a scrapbook with pictures of you guys together, and everything on your wishlist fr.

possible gifts he'd want: your used underwear, matching clothing for you and him, a nail polish set, pieces of your hair.

cozy boy Christmas, 10/10

max

red Christmas

max would probably try to attend all the Christmas parties he can in the human world

he's a ''tattoo artist'' and humans usually get stupid tattoos done at parties

if you'd like to come with, he's always game, but if not, then its cool as well.

when he's not tattooing crazy youths, he's usually wandering around the city with you

exploring the shops that are having sales or just having fun in the snow.

you guys would most def have a snow ball fight and make snow angels

or if you're not in the mood for that, you guys would sit on a park bench together as its snowing, and sip hot drinks as you laugh and talk all night.

and for the first time, max is wholesome enough to give you a gift with a handwritten letter confessing his love.

(and maybe at the end of the night, you guys feed off a random civilian just for fun :) )

possible gifts you could get: some expensive/ antique jewellery, something weird/niche that you mentioned wanting, something to support your hobby, a pet.

possible gifts he'd want: a new tattoo gun and needles, new pigments, new sunglasses, (let him tattoo you!!), a book in Japanese that he mentions wanting, your blood in a vial necklace.

red Christmas, 9/10 (its not for everyone)

memory

white Christmas

memory hasn't ever really celebrated Christmas

he's been alive for so long, and he's never been interested enough to want to partake

however, with you in the picture, its a little different

so he reads up about Christmas, the customs, the traditions and the modern day celebrations

he most def takes you to the Christmas fair in town, and buys you whatever catches your eye

he sets up a Christmas tree in his wing of the castle as well

he'd also like to bake cookies with you as per the human custom

if you're religious, he accompanies you to your place of worship (although its not his favourite place to be)

anything you want to do, he's there. he makes himself present and available for you

although he may not understand the hype, if it makes you happy, he's happy to participate.

possible gifts you could get: books, vampire themed stuffed animals, a new device/console, anything you thought about recently that he heard when he read your mind, a creampie.

possible gifts he'd want: books, more reagents, your hand in marriage, creampies.

white Christmas, 9/10.

[sburbanlegends]

[ I'VE BEEN UNDER SCRUTINY ... YOU HANDLE IT BEAUTIFULLY. ] / independent & selective multimuse account as ran by skye / bubbles / eevee ( call me what you want, just don't call me late for dinner. ) i offer a wide array of muses from popular tv shows, video games, books, cartoons, anime, & more. truly, i'm a mixed bag. i can be slow but discord is a thing & i love mobile threads. rules & muses.

[seokmashu]

ricky: let me take you on a ride

me: omg yes pls (dies inside)

"you wanna be my passenger princess?"

[caffeineinducedbeing]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alyss Mainwaring/Will Treaty, Pauline duLacy & Alyss Mainwaring, Halt O'Carrick & Will Treaty, Baron Arald & Will Treaty, Pauline duLacy & Will Treaty, Alyss Mainwaring & Halt O'Carrick Characters: Will Treaty, Pauline duLacy, Alyss Mainwaring, Halt O'Carrick, Baron Arald (Ranger's Apprentice), Original Ranger Character(s) (Ranger's Apprentice) Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, post-recovery, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Marriage Struggles, wilyss, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, FOUND FAMILY my love, Will Treaty Needs Therapy, He gets therapy actually, i love them all so desperately your honor you don't understand Summary:

Will and Alyss were at the heights of their careers and their marriage was blissful as ever. Life seemed perfect. Until tragedy strikes yet again. Will the sacrifices that were made affect their lives? Or worse yet, their relationship?

[safewarmbubbly]

I’m back :)

Have a picture of Cynthia revisiting the place where part of her heart died, just so you guys can feel something real quick.

Spent about an hour or so in Verdant Brink with a friend the other night and was majorly contemplating many things about the story Cynthia has and how I’m interpreting her world.

I have a lot of stories I’ve been working on for multiple characters, and some sweet sweet lore bits for them, and I can’t wait to share it with you all. 

I’m not one for original posts every day, but I will be sharing the next piece of Cynthia lore soon, so stay tuned 👀

As for a personal update, my Father is doing a lot better than before, thank you all so much for the well wishes. He’s going in for round 2 of chemo tomorrow, and so far things are only looking up for us.

[idonthaveapulse]

Umm okay I had tried realigning stuff and opening messages but I couldn't for days!!! I'm hoping that this makes it through!!! Please please please let me know of you see this!!!

Missing you!!!!

Omg this last photo is just wooowwww i mean i'm just speechless...

Here's some stuff for you

[nyamcattt]

wake up babes, the year is 2009!!!

(we're so BACK but i'm broke and can't afford the remake of my silly lil fav game, so if u want to... pls commission me? 🥺)

[kheyys-worms]

POV: you heard a wet splat behind you 🐙💦

The ref for this pic:

[brainrot-in-the-house]

POV: Leax snitched on Vere biting Kuras' furniture

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bex would you be down to write a dom ethan and sub reader type dynamic smut? This isn’t a request just wondering if it’s something you’re into 😻

Anon of course this is something I am into. First time writing more dominant Ethan! I hope you like it Anon, I haven't posted a fic in over a fucking month! Everything has been so hetic and nuts, I've been working on this behind the scenes and I am hoping this gets me back into the swing of things! Let's go!

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Now Or Never.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K. Ethan Landry X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: DUB CON! Stalking. Creepy And Delusional Behaviour From Ethan. Obsessive Ethan. Man Handling. Degradation. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex. Implied Cream Pie. Hold The Moan. Don’t Get Caught. 

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Ethan has never been the kind of guy to really go after what he wants. He is much more passive, go with the flow, he doesn’t want to upset the apple cart nor ruin the image that people have of him. He knows it isn’t the best practice, he wants to get out of that, he wants to start doing things for him, maybe he should have made the call to start standing up for himself before agreeing to help his family avenge his brothers' death via a complex murder plot. However, Ethan was committed now, and he wasn’t going to back out, more importantly he saw no way how to, and so he stays. 

Assuming an identity in a new place and pretending to be someone he isn’t to infiltrate a group of people, pretend to be their friend just to be close enough to kill them was stressful. It felt like it was consuming his whole life, losing who he actually was in some regard, he needed a distraction, something to help give him purpose, ease his worries and the harsher edges of it all, or he’d go nuts. 

You were his outlet. 

Stalking just went along with what he did in service of the grand plan, you were not part of it, not involved, but you caught his eye in one of his classes. The first time, he was just going the same direction as you, he swears to God, he wasn’t being a creep, at first. That did not last long. He started to watch you, learn your schedule, get into your routine, and whenever he wasn’t having to continue his charade he was consumed getting lost in you. 

He knows where you live, he knows your class times, the coffee shop you frequent, your order at said shop, he knows what soap you use, the part-time job you hold and that one of your biggest pet peeves is when the tag in an item of clothing itches against your skin. 

He’s been watching you for an amount of time that he is sure if you knew would make you very fucking uncomfortable. You seemingly hadn’t caught on to what he was up to, which was good, it meant he could keep it up without worry, watching you living your life while you were totally oblivious. To be fair, how observant you are or are not, is not what he liked best about you, honestly what he liked is that you were the opposite to him in a lot of ways. No real responsibilities other than the ones you wanted to have, just living the way you want to, he felt some modicum of jealousy over that, he imagines what life could be like if he could get out of his current situation and have a more normal existence with you, it’s a good escape, but it’s just that, a fantasy, an unattainable one. 

It is getting harder and harder to ignore the situation he is stuck in, the same way it is becoming impossible to ignore the clawing feeling of dread in his chest. He wanted to stop feeling so helpless, wanted a sense of control, to feel like he was living for himself, even in a tiny sense. 

Time is running out, and he needs to correct this, or he might fuck up everything without some serious stress relief. 

Ethan learned about the Halloween party you were going to attend, and he thought maybe that would be good, to go and cut loose a little while near you. That plan changed, morphed, got away from him once he was actually there and near you in the costume you chose. 

He tried to keep distance, to just watch but between observing you having fun, the mounting pressure and the frankly bordering on painful erection in his jeans that would not stop throbbing finally a piece inside of him broke.

You had to know what you did to him. You had to know the effect you had on him, it was like you were aware you were being watched, doing this on purpose, it’s maddening. He could crush the red solo cup in his hand as he observes you dance with a friend, the way your hand rests on his arm, your head tips forward to press against his shoulder as you laugh, the sway of your hips, it should be him, why not him? He stews in his thoughts and the anger, the unfairness and the budding arousal threatening to boil over inside himself. 

He’d brought his Ghostface costume along, had it in his bag for something he needed to do later, it was like he acted on autopilot. He sneaks off, he got into the costume, and then he waits for the right moment. 

You are on your way to the bathroom, but not the main one people use, no these were your friends, and you knew about the lesser used one, he knew about it because of course, creep that Ethan was, he followed you there. When you are close enough he strikes, his hand over your mouth, his other arm loops around your middle, and he drags you the rest of the way to the bathroom. The door is already ajar, it’s no trouble to get you inside, a backwards swing of his foot to the wood makes the door close. The light is dim, there is a nightlight plugged into the wall outlet near the counter top by the mirror, so someone stumbling from the basement guest bedroom can find their way to the bathroom he assumes. 

You are struggling against him, squirming, muffled sounds trying to get out from behind his hand, but he is struck by just this. He is touching you for the first time, holding you, he draws you closer, makes it so you are flush against him. He’s thought about this countless times, you are warm and softer than anticipated, he can fucking smell you and it is intoxicating. He is so caught up in this, taking in every detail and small movement, he presses his hips forward, grinds himself on you through the layers of jeans and black fabric as he smells your hair and then what you do next? Ethan never would have thought in a million years you’d respond like this, by your eyes closing and you grinding back, pressing your ass closer to him with a sound behind his hand that might sound like a moan if he let you express it fully. 

You aren’t fighting him, not any longer, no you are rocking with him, trying to stimulate yourself in any way possible against him-

Oh.

You are better than he thought, he knew you were a slut, he’d seen you in your place, knew your porn search history and the collection of toys you owned, but to be down to fuck a masked stranger you hadn’t exchanged a single word with? You were a world-class whore, he was going to take advantage of this opportunity to the fullest. 

He knows he doesn’t need to hold you so closely, his arm releases your mid-section, his hand slides down your body and between your legs and up the short skirt of the costume you wore, fingers press to your underwear. You are already wet enough he can feel it through the thin material and his gloves. Your hips buck, wanting to get closer, feel more of him, it feeds his ego and emboldens him, you want him, and he isn’t going to deny you. 

He gets his glove off, he needs to feel you, skin on skin. His hand slides into your panties, his fingers dip as low as they can and feel the source of your extreme wetness, he presses, tease the hole carefully before his digits slide up through your folds, and he knows he finds what he needs when you gasp, head thrown back against his shoulder. 

His hand works, fingers circle over your clit, and you inhale sharply through your nose, brows furrow, and he watches you in the mirror. The way the pleasure plays out on your face as he teases you, he enjoys how your body responds, the small tremors of your limbs, the twisting and squirming of your form, the way your clit throbs under his touch as he presses harder. 

He needs to feel you inside. Fingers move, you whine, he dives inside, and he curls them, it causes the biggest reaction out of you yet. Your body pitching forward, hands on the counter and your walls clenching around his fingers. You are so soaked, soft, hot and so thoroughly alive. He can barely move them inside of you, but he does, he slips them in and out, presses to that same spot that got such a big reaction out of you, and he moans quietly, he swears he can feel you getting wetter. 

In and out, flex and push, you writhe, and he wants to hear you, he pulls his hand away, but before he does, he has one finger over your lips, that classic symbol of “shhh” and you nod, eyes half lidded and lust filled. You let out quiet moans, his palm grinds against your clit as his fingers fuck in and out, he can’t take much more. The simple movement, the motion, how hard he is rocking against your ass, he wants to be buried in you, wants to fuck you. 

So he does. 

His hand moves, fingers pulled out, and your eyes had slipped closed again, at the loss of him they open, confused and when you see him pulling the robe up you get the hint. You make your own move, shaky hands lift off the counter and your fingers hook under your skirt, you tug down your underwear and you step one foot out, leaving them hooked around your other ankle. He has the robe up and his pants open finally, the relief of pressure on his straining erection has him letting out a small sigh. His hands are on you, he adjusts you, one knee on the counter and pushing you forward, your hands braced on the sink, and you adjust too, your hips tilt and soon with a hand on your back and the other on the base of his cock he is lining up. 

It’s rushed and faster than he wants, but he just wants so much, it’s been so fucking long he can't stop it, can't help himself. He feels you, the heat coming off of you, the wetness on his tip, he lingers for only a moment before his hips move involuntarily, and then he is helpless. The first half inch pops in with no resistance, and you are perfect, you feel incredible it makes him let go of himself, hands lock on your hips, and he pushes further, slides deeper, and he watches you in the mirror. The way your mouth falls open, the exhalation, the way you tense in some regards and relax in others, but mostly he can’t focus on much else other than how your cunt feels around him as he settles in, finally to the base. 

He soaks you in for a second, you are more impatient than he, you whine again, needier than before, and you move first, pull your hips forward before sliding them back, and it makes any semblance of control break. He takes over, the grip on your hips tightens, and he pulls out almost totally before driving back in, you have to bite your lip to hold the moan back enough to not be overheard. The party is on the main floor, you are in the basement, but you are sure that he could make you alert everyone up there. 

This was insanely hot for you, a masked stranger pulling you away and touching you, groping you, fucking you without you seeing his face or uttering a single word? Unbearably hot, his fingers were good, but even two minutes in his dick puts his hands to shame. He is greedy. He touches more, he didn’t touch you enough before, his other glove comes off, and he touches your legs, your thigh, a firm squeeze of your ass, he feels up your sides and your chest. You lean closer into his touch, moving still with him, loving the pace he took as he fucked you, rough and quick, he pulls the top of your costume down, exposes your tits, palms them, and you moan louder than you probably should. 

This is good, but it could be better still, your hand is between your legs, you stroke your clit as he fucks you, the stretch of him is delicious, you find yourself gasping, arching your back a bit more so he hits that spot inside just a bit harder, a touch better. You are so close to the mirror you are in danger of fogging it up, but you want to look at him, you’d been staring at his masked face this whole time, wondering who is under it. 

You move back, press yourself closer to him and away from the mirror, and you get this urge. This urge that you don’t question or think about. Your back is to his chest, he is still preoccupied with fucking you and rolling your nipples between his fingers, perfectly distracted, huffing and letting out small sounds of pleasures, groans, you reach back behind him and the move is fast. You push the hood back, fingers grip, and you pull and twist, the mask comes off. He’s shocked.

He was so consumed with the feeling of getting to have you, with the mounting pleasure, he even had his eyes closed like an idiot, you got the drop on him. He stopped, held deep, and your eyes met in the mirror. 

He’s hot. Hotter than you thought possible, dark sweat soaked curls and hard eyes, pretty pink lips are wet and parted, he’s strong and has had no issue throwing you around and holding you down. The low orange light playing off your body and his face is going to be burned in your mind forever.

You don’t want him to stop, you want to keep going. You maintain eye contact, you move again, pull him out slightly before bucking back, he inhales hard, and you do it again, and again, slip more out and take him harder on every movement, and he comes back to himself. 

You like this, like him, you liked him as a stranger doing this, but you were still into this now made it even better. He takes over again, he fucks you harder while still meeting your eyes in the mirror. He wasn’t going to stop now until you came around him, and he filled you up.

God, he needed this. 

[dragon-spaghetti]

Oh also I'm STILL shadowbanned on twitter. It's been like a week and a half Elon please I've learned my lesson 😭😭😭

[honeylikesyanderes]

*taps mic*

is this thing on?