#that’s all

[writing-for-life]

Dream—Jill Thompson

[polarsirens]

plight of the honeybee

[letitbehurt]

Whumper looks at the body tied upright against the wall and smiles, grabbing Whumpee’s chin and lifting their head. They’re exhausted and hungry and they haven’t slept in days, hooked up to some sort of fluid that chases the sleep away. And the light never goes out. White, white, bright white everywhere—

“Have we had a change of heart?” Whumper asks lightly. Whumpee mutters something unintelligible, wincing when Whumper’s grip tightens. “Speak up, will you? This is pathetic.”

Whumpee can hardly keep their eyes open—much less string together a sentence—but they repeat their answer anyway, each word sharp with hatred.

“Fuck. You.”

[alexisntedgy]

might start messing around. being silly. posting my fake ghost tweets

[peacheskoo]

Last minute ice cream bros drawing before spring break is over Big L

[thenerdyalchemist]

Like the spring rain over the bones of a…. dead animal…

His poetry/speech is questionable but that alright he’s trying

[dreagine]

Back again with my favorite guy!!!!!!

[moonysbadhabits]

BUTCH COWBOYS BUTCH COWBOYS BUTCH COWBOYS

[eddieschains]

i really like that one scene in stranger things where eddie

[chikaras-garden]

Damian “making them come four times is foreplay” Wayne

[luminarai]

Trent: I need to embrace my role as a wise gay mentor Trent’s ex wife: Trent: what Trent’s ex wife: last week you told me you were worried about animal control at pride Trent: well, how was I supposed to know they weren’t talking about literal bears

[neocentral]

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, haechan x reader

you were playing him and he knew it. it was clear in your shifty eyes and perked ears each time your hand crept up his leg and towards the button of his pants, the boredom as you quickly pumped his erect cock, the clear distaste when haechan's tongue eagerly licked into your mouth, teeth bumping yours as he breathed deeply through his nose, and the relief when you were finally able to inch away, hurriedly wiping pearly cum off your hands and onto his pants. you didn't like haechan. but he liked you so, so much.

his hands always itched to graze the skin of your thighs every time you went to touch him. he wished he could feel the heat of your core around his calloused fingers as he curiously explored your sensitive pussy, feel you soaking his palm as he did so. but you never let him, slapping his hand away with a grimace you were quick to hide, instead leaning towards him, whispering that it's all about him. i just want to make you feel good, you breathe.

he always relented, but haechan was determined to make today different.

haechan grunts lowly, gripping the stiff fabric of the cheap couch, feeling the strain begin in his fingertips before moving to his palms, then up his arms. his toes curl in his shoes, thighs flexing and hips aching to thrust into your tight fist. he feels like he's burning, intense heat bubbling under his skin, painting his tan skin with a red hue. he was sticky all over, a layer of sweat coating his figure as he fought to control himself.

haechan pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, watching as your blurry face became clear. a whimper caught in his throat as his eyes flickered across it, taking in your lashes fanning your disinterested expression. you met his eyes, making him twitch in your palm at a simple glance. fog crept up his lenses, obscuring his view but he still saw the raise of your eyebrows.

shaky fingers reached for the thick, black temples of his glasses, pants falling from his lips as he wipes them clean before messily sliding them back onto his face. he could sense the way they sat lopsided but his brain didn't allow him to feel embarrassed. he pushed himself towards you, lips puckered.

"haechan," you said, thumb playing with his swollen tip.

"what?" he slurred, pout extended.

"i said no more kissing."

he shut his eyes, scrunching his nose to attempt to raise his glasses. "just a little... please..."

you shook your head, the nails of your spare hand lightly clawing at his base. he shivers, pressing a sloppy kiss to your nose. you recoil, “gross, haechan.”

“just c’mere,” he whispers, a finger slithering beneath your skirt, “i can make you feel good, too. promise.”

“no,” you snap, moving away, “don’t touch me.”

haechan’s long dark bangs slide over his forehead, gliding over his lashes, tickling his ears as he shakes his head, shoulders pushing against yours. his cock jumps, the precum leaking from his top smearing over the hem of his white t-shirt. it brushes your thigh, making you squirm beneath him but he paid your intention to get away from him no mind. instead, he focused on how easily your skirt rode up your thighs and how soft your skin felt, how thin and flimsy your panties are.

he pushes them aside, sparing a quick look at your cunt, groaning at the sight of it. you attempt to cover it, placing your hand atop your pussy. haechan bristles, displeased. grabbing your hand, he brings it to his lips, his pink pout, laying a kiss on the surface as he lines his cock up to your entrance.

his eyes flutter shut as he pushes inside. the heat, the grip, even the slight effort he needed to push himself into you. he collects saliva, letting a stream trickle down to where your bodies met. he is scared to move, fully aware of how embarrassingly quickly he will cum. he already feels like he might, being still inside your tight walls, feeling the tightening of you unprepared walls around him making his stomach feel heavy.

the sound he makes when he involuntarily begins desperate and shallow thrusts into you is almost animalistic, your protests falling on deaf ears as haechan became more and more lost on the sensation. the feeling is euphoric, unfamiliar and so much better than your fist. haechan’s cheeks burn as he feels his climax approaching not even a minute later. he wonders what you’re thinking. he pants, scorching breath hitting your faces as he tucks his lip between his teeth, cum shooting from his tip in long spurts.

“fuck,” haechan moans, brown eyes hidden with a layer of fog coating the lenses of his glasses. he thrusts into you again, shallowly this time, too sensitive to do much else. he can feel his release seeping out of you, the sticky substance dripping onto his thighs. “sorry. i didn’t mean to cum so fast.”

“let me go again.” haechan shakes his head again, “need to show you how good i can make you feel.”

based mostly on this and this but any pic of hyuck in thick glasses will do because I had a dream about him and now I want him so deep my guts it comes out of my mouth

[sunlightmurdock]

Bradshaw P.I. | or, Bradley as a private detective living in O’ahu in the 80s

[spideyhexx]

2 am thoughts with kit:

mdni

laying in bed with Coryo, cuddled up into his side, trailing your fingers down his temple and cheek to his jawline.

He’s smiling, letting you do this only because he’s tired enough. He thinks you’re just admiring his face and you are, but you have other thoughts, other motives as your gaze shifts to his lips, your fingers meeting his soft, almost natural pout. His breath hitches, your fingers tracing his lips, pressing down slightly to his bottom lip and Coryo parts his mouth instinctively. He doesn’t even know why he did that.

You hesitate for a mere moment, glancing into his eyes then back to his mouth before you press your middle and pointer fingers into his mouth, rested to his tongue. Coryo’s eyes widen but he doesn’t push you back at all, in fact he presses his tongue up to your fingers, he swirls his tongue to them after another second and it lures you in to move your fingers deeper into his mouth.

He makes a noise, a hum, and a slight choke but when you go to retract your fingers from his mouth, his hand grips your wrist to keep you there. His tongue swirling your fingers as he sucks on them so lightly at first, you almost don’t notice.

Coryo’s cheeks flush red, and he keeps his eyes closed as you stare in awe and complete desire, pushing yourself closer to his body, his knee sliding up between your legs.

[jestierabbit]

Day 3 of Ostober: Love interest!

[yes-i-read-sappho]

realizing that neither xie lian nor hua cheng possess a fully developed frontal lobe has radically changed my perception of them