#old blog

[lezhuntrr]

if i can be honest i cant quit thinking about raping someone in a closet. maybe late into a party or something. knock them on their ass quick and hard, shut the door behind us and follow them onto the floor. not enough room to be comfortable in any way, just enough for me to paw their clothes off and smother them with me. it’s cramped, awkward, painful, stuffy with the muffled sounds of our struggle. i know im holding their mouth too tight, i know they’re stuck at an odd, uncomfortable angle splayed under me and crammed into the corner, i know it hurts, but i don’t care. if anything it spurs me on more. i know they can feel my words just getting me harder but i tell them im sorry anyway, holding them close, intimate like a lover as i force more and more of me inside, cooing in their ear i didn’t want it to be like this but that i need them to bear it for me anyway

[qadmonster]

Ko-fi Dooble – “A fusion between a clam and a butterfly“

Skyllop (it’s still completely aquatic)

[doggers05]

T.B. idea for deleting my previous blogs.

[alienkitty259]

[itzmaztercom]

Just realize i'm not as famous as before chat

Honest reaction :

Me before💔😔

[lezhuntrr]

…you’re in a bind. you’re starting sophomore year at your college, but something went wrong while you were signing up and registering for the dorms; you’ve got another month, max, to stay in the dorms before you have to leave. so naturally you get to looking for a new place, but its too late in the season for most places. you’re talking with your friends who live off campus, and your plug is the only person who’s got room; you didn’t even ask her, she just heard you talking to a friend at a party and shot you the same stupid smirk she always gives you and told you she’d be happy to take on a new roomie. she could use the company, she says. you don’t hate her, but… you just can’t really bring yourself to let your guard down around her. she feels unsafe, dangerously unpredictable, and that’s not even talking about what people say of her. you don’t know if she even still goes here anymore, or if she’s just in town now. so you check with your other friends: no. your acquaintances: no. you don’t even hear back from some. so as much as it weirds you out, even if it makes your heart pound, you have to take her up on her word, and you move in within a couple weeks.

it’s pretty much exactly what you expect when you do finally come over, out of all your other options; a little messy, a few clothes and flannels left here and there draped over furniture. the whole place smells like her; warm, dark, a hint of sweat that tickles the nose. something like the mingled scents you catch in a gym when you walk past men and women exercising nearby. and while she’s not asking for a huge rent, of course, you recognize how her eyes linger on you, the way she smiles when she talks about having you here. you’re not dumb. you know what she wants. but she can’t make you give it to her, and the lock on your door helps that peace of mind.

and then… embarrassingly, nothing. well, almost nothing, nothing to you; she doesn’t linger around you, she isn’t going through your things, she doesnt badger you to join her parties. almost a model roommate. but every weekend, sometimes in the middle of the week too, she brings home a girl. sometimes two. sometimes you’re out of your room and see them come home, catch that same dumb, cocky, knowing smirk she likes to give you as she leads them deeper inside by the small of their backs, but most of the time, you just hear them. you hear a lot. you used to try and tune it out, but you keep… forgetting lately. you tell yourself it’s because you’re looking out for the girls, listening to their laughter fading to quieter, sweeter sounds in case there’s a cry for help. but it never comes, even when its voices you recognize, people you’d never think would come here. who you’d never think would come to her. but they just let her do what she wants, and you listen to every minute of their hesitation melt away into need, each little peak of their voice, the gasp when she pushes inside. you’ve heard her with enough that you recognize it, one of the last clear sounds before it blurs together under the rhythm she pounds them with; something about it makes your heart go chill and race, like it’s some kind of point of no return. your most common refrain as you lie against the wall beside your bed and rub yourself is why would she debase herself like this? she doesn’t want this, she doesn’t like this sort of thing, why does she come? why doesn’t she stop? it’s all you can think about as you pant and listen to another strong woman’s voice shaking so weak between the slaps of flesh against flesh. she’s using her like a hole, you think, and tingly heat pulses through you in a wave, clutches at your heart. she’s a good, upstanding lesbian, and she’s letting your pervy roommate rearrange her insides anyway, thudding away at her pussy like it belongs to her. like some kind of animal. you cum all over your hand thinking about how good itd feel to be made into one of her bitches, her balls slapping your cunt while she pounds as deep inside as she needs again and again. doing whatever she pleases with you, too.

you bump into each other the next morning like you always do, and while you can’t meet her gaze, you know the grin she’s giving you. you try not to care, and you don’t let show, but it still makes you squirm. so later that night you finally decide to confront her. you knock at her room and she welcomes you in; the bed takes up most of the space, and air in here smells strongly of her, incense, pot, sex. pussy and something unfamiliar that you have to imagine must be her… well, you stammer through your issue as your face reddens, telling her she’s welcome to do what she likes but that you have to get up in the mornings, that you really shouldn’t be missing this sleep. all you get at first is a laugh as she eases herself closer. really? you don’t like what you hear? the question catches you completely off guard, and youre too scandalized to stop her as she coils an arm around you. i know how thin the walls are. you just get too curious? let your thoughts wander one too many times? it could be you, if you let it. you don’t have to stay up late wanting if you get what you need. hands, hot and heavy on your hips, sliding up your side and laying you back. your hearts in your throat and you can’t talk without running your mouth like a fool, so as much as you hate it, you just turn your head away and let her nudge your legs apart. you don’t want her to hear you any weaker than she already has, and she’s so warm against you, her dick almost feels like a hot iron on your stomach. you shut your eyes, but you can’t help yourself from peeking as her hands peel your clothes off you and aside. you shouldn’t be here; you’ve never hardly even thought about dick until these past couple weeks; but here you are anyway. and gay or not, you give a sweet, pained gasp of need when it starts pushing inside, just like any of her other sluts. it makes your thoughts fuzzy and your cunt drip, too much to do anything more than lie back, pant like a bitch in heat, and let her claim every inch of your unused cunt. you didn’t even realize you had the spots she’s hitting, let alone how to hit them like her dick does, thick and eager, throbbing inside with its own want. when she’s finally stretched you enough to take her to the base and let her pound you right, all you can think of is how right it feels being full like this, how overwhelmingly she’s taking you. how all-consuming it feels to be mated. you had no idea, no way of preparing yourself, thinking you were above such things; that it can’t be that much different from getting strapped by one of your fuckbuddies; but just the same, you came undone for her cock just like all the other lesbians she’s led to her bedroom. you’ll hate how often you’ll get off to this memory later, but… maybe some things just can’t compare to the real deal after all 💖

[doggers05]

[bowldrips]

Happy Spongecake Day! 🍰

And happy 6th anniversary to this comic of Logi and Loki's annual eating rematch~

Logi is still undefeated.

(In the Tale of Útgarða-Loki, Loki is challenged to and defeated in an eating contest by the giant Logi, who turns out to be the embodiment of wildfire. Spongecake Day is a Lokean holiday that falls on September 4-5 that commemorates a time on Tumblr when someone got elitist backlash after posting a picture of a spongecake they offered to Loki ; and the Lokean community responded to the discourse with retorts, spongecake spam and a new tradition.)

[askshadowsilver]

My world's biggest fucking reach here but I'm just hella surprised that me and this artist both decided Shadow would look good in a brown overcoat DURING Christmas

Only I drew mine in 2016 and this was made in 2023!!! just... sorta wild to see as I catch up with stuff!

[ourachoco]

I was working on a new website layout, and this is what I came up with. I'm not sure whether or not i should change it!!

should i make this change or not? Let me know your thought!

[thatunofucker]

[xx00xxq]

[xxcalicofemmexx]

i love you non-aspec spilt attraction model users i love you multigender people i love you trans men with sapphic history i love you genderfluix people i love you cusper and evenic people i love you genderqueer people i love you trans women with achillean history i love you abrosexuals and abromantics i love you attractional fluidity i love you complexities of the human experience i love you i love you you are love and i love you

repost, og feb 7, 2023

[itzmaztercom]

I dont want to die with the people not knowing my name,i could only kill myself after I succeed that,and if it dont happen i would never kill myself i guess

[rayman-chibi]

Looking back at the first version of the Rayman Chibi blog 🥲

@rayman-chibi-origins on Tumblr