London At Midnight

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[fruitzbatzz]

ABOUT THIS BLOG🗡️

Hello and welcome into the darkness!

More the blog - Everything weird comes out at night especially in London~ this blog is for explicit content, and odd fantasies!!

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I am a full time college student so please note if you do any asks I might not answer however I check them once a week 🕷️🗡️

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• all works are original

[fruitzbatzz]

Trans fem water girl anyoneee?

[attheendhello]

you heard it. reblog if u support yuri

[dolliebrained]

ai is gonna take my job

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[anneimaginesundertale]

#8 kissing prompt just screaaaams Aster.

8. Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other's hand

(Copy paste is being very rude right now! *grumblegrumble*)

It took me a minute, but I figured out what I wanted to do for this one. It's graduation season and that means Professor Aster has at least one fancy grad dinner to go to. Obviously he needs a date.

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You'd intended to have Aster pick you up at your home to go to the banquet, but of course life got in the way. I'll have to meet you there, you'd texted him, anxiety knotting in your stomach.

Of course. Not a problem. See you then.

Not for the first time, you wished tone could be conveyed in text. Was he disappointed? Was he really okay with it? Your anxiety only built as you dressed (was this fancy enough? too fancy? did your hair look okay? You hadn't had nearly enough time to really get ready...would people notice?) Between that and the traffic getting to the university, and then the crowds there, you were an absolute ball of nerves by the time you got to the banquet hall.

Luckily, Aster was easy to spot, being taller than most of the other guests. That also made it easy for him to spot you and by the time you locked eyes on him, he was already moving toward you. Stars he looked good! The man should wear a tux more often! His gold glasses glinted on his skull and his eye lights twinkled behind them.

"You made it," he said, taking your hand in both of his. "I am so glad." He lifted your hand to his teeth and pressed a gentle tingling kiss to your knuckles.

You stepped forward and hugged him, mostly so your knees wouldn't go out from the sheer romance of that move. "Sorry I was a little late," you managed.

"I told you it's not a problem," he said, his voice gentle and warm. "I would wait far longer than I did to see you looking so beautiful, and to have you here with me."

"I thought your brother was the smooth one," you mumbled, burying your face in his chest to hide your burning blush.

"I may have picked up a few tips from him..." If you'd been able to see his face, you would have seen the bright blush across his own cheekbones. "Shall we go in for dinner?"

[junkyarded]

men will be friends with a woman and then decide that they have to feel miserable and cucked about the fact that she doesn't wanna fuck them. it is a problem that only exists in their heads. it's because any effort spent on a woman that doesn't perform sexual/reproductive/domestic labor for them is considered to be emasculating. and we're all supposed to be ok with this? cause i'm not.

[henstomper]

imposter syndrome is so funny like fuuuuck i hope nobody finds out im tricking people into thinking im competent by knowing things and doing them

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

art by @niochemblyat

[achillesinhighheels]

[obsessivelycompulsiveblog]

As a caregiver, I'm tired of people asking,"Do you wipe ass for a living?"

This isn't inherently because it's disrespectul to my job, though it is and us caregivers do SO much more than that; we're taking care of people. That's 10% or less of the job.

It's the genuine DISRESPECT of my clients that bother me.

Do NOT speak about my client like they're a dog. "Do you wipe ass for a living?" You could not have phrased that in a more insensitive, ableist, and dehumanizing way.

Incontenience care is NORMAL.

It is NOT gross, weird, immature, or anything else besides normal.

My clients have felt ashamed for normal things like needing their briefs changed or having to do toiletry and everytime I reassure them they're completely fine and not doing anything wrong. It breaks my heart to see them so embarassed over a normal bodily function, esepcially when they still feel so even though I signed up to do this.

Maybe the elderly or disabled wouldn't be so ashamed of basic things that ARE normal if people didn't make it sound like it was the most absurd, repulsive, and gross thing ever.

Please be mature. If you are an adult and cannot comprehend someone needing toilet assistance without making it weird or sound gross, then you really really need to grow up.

I don't really like making aggressive sounding posts or scolding posts, because every single person is learning and we all make mistakes, but gosh guys, this really bothers me.

Stop making people feel bad and THINK about what you're saying when refering to another human being before you say it. I will NEVER tolerate this disrespect for these people I'm taking care of who trust me.

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

art by @niochemblyat

[lmaonade]

idea i had

[lmaonade]

more

[gorps]

[hemipenal-system]

knight arriving just in time to walk in on the princess riding the dragon’s snout and frantically holding onto its nose horn for dear life as its tongue plunges into her deep enough to create a wriggling bulge in her stomach

[tshyn]

every night is fanfic night if you're a whore like me

[coffee-discussions]

Make sure he knows you’re very attracted to him by edging him until he cries

[biabody]

there is nothing hotter than a boy when he is all disheveled and flustered. hair messy and knotted in my hand, big pleading eyes looking up at me with furrowed brows, sweat beading on his forehead. cheeks red and lips parted, panting for air. then decorating his face with kisses and holding it in my hands admiring my work

[fruitzbatzz]

Freaky Fred x (male) reader smut

For @undertow1993 thank you for your ask~

Synopsis: What if your stalker who has a fetish for cutting hair cut your hair and kidnapped you! (explicit)

!WARNINGS : Kidnapping, non-conish, stalking, sex!, hair kink <total weirdness>

You needed a new haircut, seriously you needed it, you didn’t like the hair you had now and wanted to start fresh, so you went to a new barber thinking that would help…

The bell of the seemingly empty shop rung loud like a gong you were excited, a new hair cut a fresh start you thought, looking through the catalog you realized most of the haircuts were out of date you were a bit confused but picked a random one thinking it would be best as you thought you heard a rustling noise you look up again to see a tall pasty man with blonde hair sticking to his head, it seemed as if he had been working hard on something in the back, he comes to the counter as you speak,

“Hello am here for a haircut an easy off the top not to crazy if that’s alright” you say happily, the man looks at you like he’s about to explode in excitement, “YES.. a haircut do you need?” He stumbles over his words a bit “I mean what type” he says his excitement not wavering “oh well I’ll take a uhhh.. number 5” you say smiling his excitement seems to be a bit contagious if not a little concerning.

He guides you to a silver chair with a rickety mirror in front of it, he then walks away to get what you think is scissors…

You think about how handsome you’ll look with your new hair cut and how happy you will be with it. As your thinking you feel a presence behind you, as you look up you see him the barber with something in his hand it seems like a cloth, and before you can react the man’s grabbing you pushing the cloth soaked in something on your face, you drift.. your vision going out in seconds.

You wake up this time you are not in the barber shop your on a bed a dingy dirty bed made up to look as if someone would ever sleep in it. You look up, you notice the walls are painted a dark blue color sloppily so.. you shuffle around and find yourself tied up you start to panic until you hear, the door screeching open.

“Hi dear you took such a nasty fall, are you feeling any better” the man coos at you, you don’t say anything your afraid… “oh my love, are you hungry?” he steps closer to you as you shrink away “come on now don’t do this” he says as he’s right next to you grabbing a chunk of your hair “come on look at me baby, don’t do this…” he snarls forcefully pushing your head into his, he starts to rub his head on yours, “you need a haircut pretty boy” he states he licks your collar up to your face leaving you sticky and pushes you on the same dirty bed you start to wince and cry into yourself feeling powerless, all you wanted was a hair cut and now your trapped in some psychos basement.

A while later you hear shuffling upstairs, as he was gone you tried to pull the ropes to no avail, your weak as you hadn’t had anything to eat your tired as well going in and out of sleep feeling worse than worse, then you hear the door screeching open he walks down with scissors and food?, your confused as he sits next to you stroking your head “mhmm pretty boy, can you be good for me?” He states quizzically, as he sits down next to you, and sets the food near you on the floor, you want to fight back badly but you look down and see the food you hadn’t eaten for god knows how long with the way the room this man has got you in, looking at the food you lie you head to his lap in submission, the man seems pleased smiling insanely “is that yes” he hums, you whimper a bit feeling his hands in your hair as he grabs your head, forcing your face in the food “eat” “come eat… yeah… that’s it good boy, your doing so good” he moves your head up to his nose taking a sniff of your hair “oh god yes” you feel some of your hair ripping from your scalp before you know it the longer hairs in the back of your head have been ripped clean leaving tiny blood patches, “shit” he states frantically, as you start to moan and cry, trying to get out of the bonds he grabs you again “your going to be good and let me cut your hair boy” he smashes your face together with his in a kiss that taste like blood and makes you sick.

He then releases you grabbing the siccsors grabbing your head and cutting a chunk of your hair as he straightens himself and gets up holding the shred of hair near him grunting and moaning, he turns on the long dingy old light with a click as you look around food still on parts of your face you see your pictures on the wall, pictures of you outside, at your job, everywhere….

He grabs a tack and smashes your hair with it smushing it into the wall with a smile. “You know you’ve been such a good boy for me, how about I do that haircut of yours and you get a bonus reward” he waves his eyebrows at you, you on the other hand feel sick your breathing turning rapid and you feel as if your about to throw up the breakfast or lunch or whatever the suspicious man had decided to give you.

You grovel below him as he grabs on you touching every part of your body, feeling you up, “mhm” you moan “you like that” he states, “no!” You whimper-yell and spit into his face, he laughs and licks in off his face, grabbing yours and forcing your mouth open spitting into it and then kissing you, your tongue fighting for the last bit of dominance he then grabs your nose restricting your airway and then letting it go to feel your dick in your pants, releasing your mouth and stating “is this getting me how it’s getting you handsome” “fuck am so entertained, it just makes me want to do more than kissing” he grabs a fist full of your hair next pushing you down into the mattress, you feel next to your neck his mouth, him licking your hair, you feel disgusted and wrongly turned on, the next thing you hear is his belt buckle rustling and something slapping on your ass “no please” you grovel “shut it, be a good boy and take the dick and the fucking haircut and done with your shit you cocktease” he practically yells at you he at first starts to dry hump your hole through your clothing, but as he gets needier he starts to grab, ripping your pants off to display your sopping hole and erect dick, he pounces, without any prepping he pushes into you, you choke out a cry his erratic thrusting and moans “oh fuck I know you’d feel just like this, so soft and warm oh fuck shit dammit” he curses aimlessly, he takes his dick out and thrusts it back in your ass and his dick melding togther in some sick unification.

He pulls at your dick like a joystick “mhm want you to finish in my hand can you do that boy” he starts to jerk your dick off from the back of your ass laughing and moaning insanely. You feel your stomach turning that familiar sensation building up he rapidly smashes into you and mashes your dick into his hand until you cum dry and with a whine as he fills you up.

“That was perfect you’ve done so good” he pets your hair and leans down kissing it soothingly you cry and sniffle feeling sick again. “Next time i want to hear you call my name… Fred… ok… I know you’ll do it don’t you want to be good” he squeezes you a little the pain striking you “right” he chuckles “mhm hm” you sniffle breaking…

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