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you’re just some twerp little faggot pretending to know things abt the real world
i’m obsessed with the way this is worded, reblog if you’re just a twerp little faggot
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Strade in the ballroom with a machete. Could be very interesting.
Kinktober 2022, day 4 - interesting indeed. Possibly too interesting, judging by my word count :) btw your art is baller 👌
c.w: gn reader, dubcon, soulmate AU (marked w/ first touch), restraint, biting, rough sex, Strade is his own warning. 1.4k
When you were little, you couldn't figure out why adults always seemed to recoil from you upon first meeting. They usually recovered fairly quickly, but the strange, sad look they directed at you never quite went away.
Once you were old enough to understand soulmates, you also understood their apprehension, and your parents' crippling fear.
For a long time, you weren't allowed to go anywhere without a chaperone. There was even talk of hiring a bodyguard, but that never happened. What did happen was practically a modern-day retelling of Rapunzel: your parents locked you away in your room after your 18th birthday.
Naturally, you tried to escape. They had no legal right to keep you there, but unfortunately the law didn't hold a candle to large steel padlocks and barred windows. They took care of you, of course; you were well fed, given plenty of things to do, and you were allowed out to spend time with them when they were home. You weren't really living, though, and you couldn't go on like that.
Finally, a few years later, you got an opening. Your mother tripped on her way through the front door, and you shoved past her quickly, bolting out into the night. You kept going until you were sure you'd lost them, and then, with some of the money you'd been slowly saving, hopped on a bus to the next town over.
You didn't have enough for a hotel, and you weren't sure yet what to do, so you started looking for someplace you could sit for a while, maybe get some food, and figure some things out. The first place you found was a fairly quiet-looking bar, and you dipped inside. It was scary, suddenly being on your own, but at least you were free.
Unfortunately, that freedom didn't even last 12 hours, because he was waiting inside the bar.
He seems nice. You chat a little, he buys you an appetizer, and a while later you decide to head out in search of a safe place to sleep.
He corners you a street over from the bar - charges you, shoves you into an alley, wraps a hand around your throat, and pins you to the wall.
You're terrified, of course, and it's not any better when you realize that his hand is placed exactly, perfectly, over the soulmate mark on your neck.
He pauses his assault, and you can guess why. Your hand had flown up to his chest in an attempt to push him away; it's still sitting there, and his eyes are locked on it, transfixed. You know what you'd find beneath your palm if he unbuttoned his shirt.
You're panting harshly around the pressure on your throat (which hasn't eased at all, despite his distraction), afraid to move, afraid of him, afraid of all the implications of this moment - and meanwhile he's seemingly gone comatose on his feet.
"Oh..." he breathes quietly, slowly lifting his other hand to touch yours. Startled into action, you try to yank it away, but his grip closes around it like iron, keeping it pressed so firmly against his chest that you wouldn't be shocked if it bruised.
The hand around your neck releases you, only to seal itself around your jaw instead, tilting it upward so he can see the glaring, hand-shaped mark there.
"Oh! Oh, darling," he croons, face splitting into a grin that fails to comfort you - in fact, you feel the fine hair on the back of your neck stand on end. "Look - you're mine!"
Your hand is still trapped in his, and he drags your conglomeration of digits from his collar and down his chest, snagging the buttons of his shirt as he goes, until they're all either undone or popped off - at which point he pulls the fabric open wide enough to show you what you'd expected: a shadow of a handprint, exactly your size.
You don't know how to respond. He's practically vibrating with excitement, face flushed, tone overjoyed; does this mean he'll let you go? Change his mind about whatever he'd been about to do to you? Somehow, you doubt it.
"Uh - um, it's - it's nice to meet you...?" you squeak out.
"Ah, such a sweetheart! Aren't I lucky?" He says, seemingly genial despite his bruising grip on your jaw - completely at odds with the bone-chilling, hungry way his eyes now travel over your form. He licks his lips, the sight both terrifying and oddly arousing. It makes something start to churn your belly.
He leans forward, slowly. You want to lean away, but you're trapped between him and the wall. You startle when his lips meet your throat, trailing along your mark, and then you whimper when you feel the graze of his teeth. He bites, a sharp nip, and you release a strangled yelp.
"Ahh... hmm. I think it's your turn, soulmate," he breathes. He's still excited, but for the first time there's a dangerous edge to his voice that makes you tremble. "We should be even, don't you think?"
Before you can ask what he's talking about, his hands move, surging beneath your shirt, roughly pulling it off, baring your torso despite your weak attempts to stop him. He finishes removing his own shirt as well, throwing all the clothing to the ground in a heap.
"There now, much better," he grins.
"Please, I..." you start, unsure what you're trying to say, and knowing it isn't going to matter anyway. Your hands push at his chest, deliberately avoiding his mark, but he grabs both of them in one of his and pins them above your head.
"Oh? So polite," he mutters, burying his face in the crook of your neck, dragging his lips, teeth, and tongue haphazardly over your skin, nipping and sucking and lapping his way from one side to the other, then over your collarbones, down your sternum - you whimper and whine reflexively, trembling in his grip, increasingly disturbed by the growing warmth between your legs. "Keep begging, okay, darling? You can even cry if you want! It gets me so excited..."
Your eyes widen at his words, squirming in his grasp - half trying to break his hold, half looking for friction. He's horrifying, definitely, but he's also... thrilling. You'd managed to have some experiences in your teens, despite your s-tier helicopter parents - who, you know, must have been terrified of you ending up in exactly this situation - but never anything like this. You're not even sure you want him to stop anymore.
Suddenly, he yanks you away from the wall, and you yelp again as he tackles you to the ground, pinning you against the articles of clothing he'd thrown there earlier.
"We're going to have so much fun, liebling," he purrs, roughly freeing you of your pants - and now you start to panic again, do you really want this?
"You're going to love the house," he continues. His breathing grows ragged as he undoes his belt, rushing to do away with anything separating your skin from his - and you couldn't do anything even if you wanted to, he's got your hands in his iron grip again - "you're going to love your collar," he all but growls as he shoves himself, newly freed and alarmingly hard, inside of you with one thrust.
You scream; he moans.
"S-Slow down," you warble. He didn't prepare you - didn't even ask if you wanted -- the sudden stretch is uncomfortable, burning, too much friction, and the most you can do is writhe beneath him, stuck fast in his grasp. Begging is your only recourse. "Please - "
He's not listening to you.
"I'll try not to hurt you too much - " he thrusts again, deep and hard; you cry out - "I'll take care of you - we'll be so close - " his teeth sink into your shoulder, his pace ramps up; his free hand slides down your body, between your legs, and starts stroking you vigorously. For the first time, the sound that leaves your throat is more pleasure than pain.
"Who you belong to?" he asks, panting hard.
You don't want to say it - but his fingers slow to a crawl, and you're a hair's-breadth from orgasm.
"You," you crumble, "I'm yours - ah!"
He comes, flooding you with warmth, and you follow at his heels - already regretting your affirmation, but it's far too late now.
And after all, it is the truth - thanks to whatever cruel god created soulmates.
#god you are so talented#please check out their other works i am absolutely obsessed#this one is my fav tho#soulmate au but dark??? hello???#strade#btd strade#strade my beloved
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REBLOG this post to INSTANTLY make 1 of your mutuals at random CUM
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*slides envelope of fish pics for Jacob across the table*
I want the TEA. (If you don’t mind) Please expand upon Jacob’s kinks. Maybe some hear/say? I don’t remember seeing anything about omo in Jacob’s tag’s before and now I’m really curious?????
That art has me hot and bothered STILL!
*Jacob takes the envelope and scuttles away*
Jacob has...a good handful of kinks xD he's quite scrunkly
I might of mentioned omorashi only once in a really old post 😭 But yeah he does have a lil bit of a piss kink oops-
He also enjoys the "typical" stuff you find in a love-desperate man whose killed people before (biting, marking, breeding/creampie, choking, bondage, knifeplay, blood, etc.) But this dude is also a furry so..... (knotting, oviposition, might pee on you as a way of marking you, and being collared/putting a collar on someone else lol)
I'll probably try making a compelte list of kinks for my ocs at some point
Here have a lil Jacob omorashi uwu (piss art below)
#Jacob my beloved#he IS so scrunkly#I can’t wait for this game fr#jacob alden#Jacob Alden my beloved#lfl#lurking for love
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It has just now occurred to me that what’s “visibly on the spectrum” is wildly different for autistic and allistic people. Most allistics don’t recognize autistic behavior (at all or anything more that weird/quirky) unless it impacts their ability to interface with an autistic person. That’s when allistics see someone as visibly on the spectrum. Other autistics can spot each other from a mile a way though over minor stuff.
For example every allistic I’ve ever worked with has told me “oh but you’re sooo good at socializing with people?!? I could neverrrr tell?!?!” If they learned I’m autistic.
However other autistic people meet me and are like: YOU. AUTISM.
#this#a lot of people refuse to believe I’m autistic#but other autistic people? they clock it immediately#the lack of eye contact#the dinosaurs#the limp wrist and flapping of the hands#like come on guys it is so obvious
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Full offense but some of you would run upstairs when pursued by a murderer
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Lawrence being so entranced by how warm your body is,, the way you cling to him,, that he just wants to sit there and enjoy it. Holding your hips down and forcing you to sit still while he just enjoys how close you are, how *alive* you are. It’s such a foreign feeling,, he pants and drools down your neck the whole time, face bright red,, Lawrence cockwarming is heavy on the mind this morning
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I've been wanting to do a tag survey game for EVER and I recently just finished replaying btd1/2/tpof SO THE TIME... IS NOW🏃🏃🏃🏃
Put in tags ur zodiac sign and who ur fav btd/tpof freak is.....this data is vital
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ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
#griftwood by ghost#also spillways by ghost#they’re the current hyperfixation so#if anyone wants to talk ghost pls dm me#music#ghost
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Neurotypicals will be like “I know you have a disability that affects your ability to stay organized, manage your time properly, socialize, or control what you’re able to think about or focus on, but that’s not an excuse to have trouble staying organized, managing your time properly, socializing, or controlling what you need to think about or focus on.” And then demand that they aren’t ableist. I’m tired.
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heartbreaking ... your mutual reblogged the same post you reblogged earlier but from someone other than you. you are going to get a bad grade in mutuals.
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"With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine". - Corpse Bride
#LOVE THIS#you are so talented oh my god??#lawrence my beloved#btd2 lawrence#boyfriend to death#boyfriend to death 2#lawrence oleander#btd lawrence
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if you saw me change my profile picture to a selfie, pretend you did not. immediately chickened out and changed it
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[MINORS DNI, ONLY 18+. THIS IS AN ADULT HORROR GAME.]
You’re settling down in a suburban town in Texas, starting a new life for yourself. Lately, your mail has been getting sent to the wrong house and keeps ending up at your neighbor’s front door. Or at least, that’s what he told you.
Your polite neighbor Jacob has been returning your mail quite often lately. It’s almost like he wants to talk to you more…
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Lurking For Love is a Murder Dating Sim visual novel game featuring Jacob Alden, a lonesome man who has quite the interest in you. This game will have multiple endings, along with dark subjects which include:
Stalking/Yandere themes
Murder/Death
Blood/gore
Manipulation/gaslighting
Kidnapping
Stockholm syndrome
Dub con
Torture
Sadism/masochism
New info and update progress of the game will be coming soon!
#HYPED#Jacob my beloved#can’t wait for Jacob to sweep me off my feet#The chokehold this man has on me#Jacob brainrot
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irl tumblr meetup with the mutual circle but no one says what their url is so u have to guess who is who
#please this would be so fun#i don’t think I look how most people picture me#gotta change my icon again too bc new hair#maybe I’ll post a selfie soon as a lil reveal 👀
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