#sorry not sorry about it

[hwalloween]

warning: p*rn link

okay but seonghwa doing this to you

imagine sitting on his lap, hands forced behind your back by his much bigger one. his other hand keeps gently touching your skin, fingertips barely grazing by, leaving you so frustrated and starved for his touch. he keeps groping your ass, softly squeezing it and then caressing ever so slightly, all while pressing you down against his bulge, the fabric of your panties against the rough of his pants causing a delicious friction against your clit and driving you crazy.

he keeps switching between nibling at your ear and peppering your face with kisses, hearing all your whines and moans with a smirk on his face. he knows he has you on the palm of his hand. he rubs the pad of his fingers against the thick fabric of the g-string you have on, pressing it down against your folds and your ass, noticing how your hips halt at the sensation and you get even more whiny. at this point you're begging for him do to something, but he just loves to tease you and watch you crumble under his touch. he keeps gliding his fingers up and down your skin, slowly getting closer to your cunt, but when he finally touches you in your sensetive area, is all very shallow.

you can barely feel his fingers running through your pussy, it feels almost like a tingle, constantly fading and then appearing briefly, growing your frustation and making pretty tears appear in your eyes. hwa just keeps kissing and biting your ear, casually pecking your cheeks as to clean your tears away. you soon start to try to take your arms away from his grip, but he holds you with both of his hands, stopping the teasing for a little, keeping you still and griding against you, earning a cried out moan from you. he then holds the back of your neck with his palm, finally giving in to your pleas and properly kissing you, tongue searching for yours in a hungry and sloppy kiss.

"oppa will give you what you want, baby"

[thatseventiesbitch]

Fictober 2 - "Don't worry, I got you."

Summer 1988

"Okay Leia. Now remember, you have to pedal," Eric coached. He stood behind his daughter, who was perched on her new purple two wheel bike, and held onto the back of her seat firmly. "Ready?" he checked.

"R-ready," Leia said, but her voice wavered with hesitation.

"We'll go slow," he soothed. He started to walk down the sidewalk, slowly pushing her bike in front of him. "Pedal, Leia," he gritted his teeth, straining with effort. "Come... on... there... you go..."

As Leia started to pedal and the little purple bike started to move faster, she began to find her balance. Eric was forced into a light jog behind her, still holding onto the back of her bike seat with both hands.

"Ahh!" Leia's scream was half terror and half joy. "Daddy! Don't let go!"

"Don't...worry," he panted behind her. He was a little winded, but keeping pace. "I got you."

They were rapidly coming up to the end of their block.

"Okay pal. You remember how to turn?"

Leia gave him a frightened glance. "No!"

"Er... okay. You remember how to stop?"

Now she was in full-blown panic mode. "No!!"

"Alright, stop pedaling - "

"STOP pedaling? I thought that's what I was supposed to do!"

"It is - until you need to stop. Stop, Leia. Stop. STOP. We're gonna hit the - "

Screaming, Leia drove the little purple bike into the side of a parked car. Thankfully Eric still held onto the back of her seat, and slowed her considerably so that her impact was minimal. Her handlebar put a small dent into the side of the Oldsmobile, but otherwise Leia, the bike, and the car were all undamaged.

"Okay," Eric was breathing heavily, struggling to collect his breath after the sprint down the block. He helped Leia off the bike and then leafed his hand through his hair, flustered. "Okay. What did we learn?"

[alva-gunderson]

[ladylannisterxo]

once again, i am begging: please make the "read more" function your friend.

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[cordspaghetti]

really factual recounting with no embellishments whatsoever

[catlaila]

justice for kabru. they put my man in the wrong genre. bro was meant to be playing psychological games with light yagami and instead he’s playing yaoi mind tennis with a blonde himbo

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[skipppppy]

“You shouldn’t self-ID as ADHD/autistic, you’re turning a very real mental condition into a trend” Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying “schizoposting” and “acoustic” and “is it restarted?” Stop using “psycopath” and “sociopath” as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying “the intrusive thoughts won” when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying “I’m so OCD” as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying “OP I am living in your walls” without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers you’ve never met on r/AITA with NPD.

You first. If you don’t want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. I’ll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are

[sadclowncentral]

cannot stop thinking about the french man who during dinner responded to a person asking "should we be naughty and get desert" by pulling a face and going "naughty? it is chocolate, it is not an, uh, threesome"

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[amygdalae]

sometimes i become sexually attracted to difficult video game bosses. I mean if im gonna get fucked this much i might as well start moaning

[nymphoutofwater]

And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?

Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again