He had a cigarette with his number on it.

He gave it over me,"Do you want it?"

[l0vellie]

You're wrong,but you're so much fun!

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[colgatebluemintygel]

i dont even have guilty pleasures anymore i just like stuff and if people have a problem with that they can go fuck themselves

[l0vellie]

Why are old people so proud of growing up in horrible conditions? My grandmother just told me about how when she was younger and she had her period, she had to use pieces of cloth as pads, and then concluded her thoughts with "women nowadays have everything, tampons, pads, pain killers, they have it easy"

?????? What in the nilly dilly fuck are you talking about madam?

Please let's be happy for other people, be happy for evolutions on science,on medicine, on teaching methods, on fashion, on cooking, on politics, please be happy about the world evolving!!!!

[cherienymphe]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Emma Corrin as Friedrich and Anna Harding in a Deleted Scene | Nosferatu (2024)

[l0vellie]

LORD,IF ITS OF THY WILL,YOUR DAUGHTER IS READY

[mardyart]

the boys are back

[l0vellie]

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES LETS MOTHERFUCKING GO ITS EIGHTIES YAOI SEASON AGAIN YES GOD!

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Do you know which subgenre of film desperately deserves a critical retrospective and more attention?

The answer is 80s/90s/early 2000s James Spader erotic thrillers in which he plays a somewhat creepy yet attractive psychopathic, emotionless, yuppie with a thousand-yard stare that looks into your soul who is also secretly a s*xually depraved sadomasochist that hides his perverse desires under the glare of the capitalist American dream to fit in, or has an affair with someone similarly maladjusted/ s*xually obsessed.

He is often seen wearing glasses and being nerdy to the precipice of autism in these movies, yet he is also suave, soft-spoken and passionate but also an unsettling weirdo. Like why did Hollywood stop making these movies?? Us emotionally disturbed tumblr girlies are obsessed with creepy James Spader this was such a Moment!!

[theogonize-deactivated20251114]

"why do you look so sad?" I DONT KNOWMY FACE HAS BEEN STUCK LIKE THIS SINCE I WAS 12

[juniper-petunia]

they should make a version of socializing that doesn’t make you feel like you’re still the weird 12 year old kid that doesn’t know why she’s not normal like the other kids

[l0vellie]

WHY!? WHY CANT I JUST PEACEFULLY THIRST OVER A MAN WITHOUT THE "BABY DADDY" PROPAGANDA SHOWING UP!? I DONT WANNA HAVE NOBODYS KIDS! PLEASE JUST LET ME BE HORNY AND CAREFREE!

[harryspet]

𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 (2) 𝐜.𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭

pairing: Dark!Clark Kent x Reader

synopsis: Pleasure versus pain, affection versus control, it all becomes a little jumbled in your mind, and Clark takes advantage of that.

warnings: +18, daddy/caretaker dynamic, obsession, infantilization, emotional manipulation, dubcon, shy reader with low self-esteem, age gap, possession, spanking, oral (female receiving) minimal editing, proceed with caution.

word count: 2.7k

original oneshot

Clark’s apartment is much closer to the Daily Planet. It makes sense for you to stay a few nights a week. When your body naturally wakes you up at four in the morning, and you absentmindedly start to walk out of your bedroom sleepily, strong arms lift you and carry you back to your bed. “Not yet, sweetheart.” Somehow, he always knows where you are, he senses your every move, and understands your body even more than you do. 

He tucks you back into the cloud-like bed, this time joining you, and he lets his large body fold over you like a protective barrier. You’re surprised by how innocent his touch is. He pulls loose strands of hair from your face and brushes a thumb across your cheek. Soothing brushes against your skin. Besides bath time, Clark kept his hands from wandering lower. 

It confused you. Maybe you’d read him wrong. The touches between your legs, the pressure he placed against your most sensitive area, you thought things like that were reserved for couples. Surely it meant that Clark was attracted to you, but he doesn’t touch you like that at any other time of the day. His methods are clinical, a bullet point on his daily to-do list. The rest of the day, he only treats you like … a child. 

He lets you sleep in for two more hours, and when it’s time to get ready for the day, he presents you with a dress he’s picked out. The tweed fabric features a brown and black checkered design, puffed sleeves, a dropped waist, and a frilly hem that would reach down to your knees. It’s professional and yet the cutest dress you’ve ever seen. Clark even presents you with a pair of bleach white, knee-high socks to pair with your Mary Janes. 

“This is too nice, Clark.”  You say a little too weakly as your fingers run over the tweed fabric. 

“It’s perfect for you,” He said, like he’d already pictured you wearing it a million times before. You check the tag and see a luxury brand whose name is so French that you can’t even pronounce it. You’d stopped asking where he’d gotten the clothes, the decorations, and the trinkets from. Clark was simply ten steps ahead of you. The longer you were with him, the more it seemed like everything was planned.

You don’t argue. You can barely get any words of protest to form when he looks down at you with those piercing blue eyes. He’s just so determined. Your instinct was to shrink, to make things easier, to give him what he wanted. It wasn’t so bad. The dress was cute, and although you’d been dressing yourself since elementary school, it didn’t hurt to have an extra hand now. 

He holds your smaller hand in his as he maneuvers around his apartment, grabbing his work bag and his lunch. “I packed up the leftover takeout from last night, figured we could have it for lunch.” You nodded, a nervous smile on your lips. “And I thought we’d stop for bagels this morning.”

“Oh, I’m supposed to get coffee for everyone–”

“Don’t worry about it. I asked the other temp, Jared or Jake or something, he’s gonna do it.” Clark interrupts.

Your lips part as Clark places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the front door, and you make the mistake of trying to stop in your tracks. You forget that Clark is a force of mass that you are not meant to get in the way of. You stumble, and Clark has to grab you before you fall forward. 

“Do I need to carry you?”

You shake your head quickly, “Clark, that’s my job. Mr. White asked me —”

“Anyone can get coffee, Y/N. Why does it matter who does it?”

“I just–” You tried to compose your thoughts as Clark gave you a concerned look, “I feel like I’m already on thin ice with him. Isn’t it a bad look?”

“I promise, sweetheart, Perry won’t even notice. Besides that, it’s not fair that you have to ride the train for two hours to get here and then run to Fifth Street to get coffee for everyone.”

You hadn’t thought about the fairness of your situation until now. You took the brunt work because you thought that’s what every intern had to do. When you really thought about it, the other interns didn’t have to commute nearly as far. Most people who’d made it into your graduate program had parents who were completely supporting them. 

Maybe Clark was right.

The two of you walk into the Daily Planet together, and you’re not the frazzled mess that you usually are. The two of you get looks from everyone, but you assume it’s because of how out of place you look in the clothes you’re wearing. In reality, it’s the fact that Clark Kent is carrying your heavy, pink work tote and that he walks you to your tiny desk. He makes sure you have your emotional support water bottle and that your sweater is hanging on the back of your chair, just in case you get cold. 

He’s still there when you settle into your seat and leans down to your ear, “Make sure you finish your breakfast, okay?”

You flutter your eyelashes up at him, nodding quickly, “Okay.”

“I’ll see you in a little bit, pretty girl,” He smiles, and your heart flutters. Clark Kent actually likes you. And why hadn’t you noticed how cute his dimples were until now? 

It takes you a full minute to collect your thoughts before you can think about the research articles Perry wanted you to comb through for a piece he wanted one of the teams to cover. Even as you scroll through page after page of scientific terms, you can’t fully concentrate. Were you dating now? Was he your boyfriend? Or just your Daddy?

You thought that when you did finally get into your first relationship, the lines wouldn’t be so blurred. You also thought you’d have a little bit more choice in the matter. But maybe you had chosen. You never said no. Or maybe you had, but it wasn’t clear enough for him. 

Jimmy wants Clark to join him Lois, and Cat for lunch. Clark politely rejects the offer, although you whisper to him that he should eat with his friends. He does what he does best when it comes to you: he reassures you and gets his way at the same time. 

The night after work is almost too normal. Clark can see that you’ve almost forgotten how fast the relationship has escalated. You sit at the dining table and finish your online assignments for the week while Clark cooks breakfast for dinner. The two of you talk about your days while you eat like a normal couple. You’re quiet, you let Clark have control over the conversation, but he pries into your personal life and upbringing. For a moment, you feel as if you’re being interviewed, but you find yourself sharing more than you had with anyone before. 

You hadn’t been home to see your family in the entire year that you’ve been in grad school. And you’d liked it that way. They were disapproving and never really supported your dreams. Clark couldn’t hide his irritation. They’d told you over and over that someone like you could never amount to your dreams. He hated even more that you spoke about yourself like those things were true. 

“You know that’s not true, right? You’d be a great journalist.”

“Oh, I know,” You lied. “It sounds worse than it is. They don’t mean it like you think. They just want me to be realistic.”

Clark’s lips press into a thin line of frustration. He’s quiet for a long moment, which makes you worry that he’s mad at you. 

“The least you could do is not talk about yourself the same way,” His words come out harsher than he intended. Your lips part and your words fail you. His gaze is sharp, like he’s looking right through you, like your heart is on full display, “I have something I want to do with you.”

Clark stands from the table and quickly steals your plate, stacking it on top of his. 

He gestures with his head towards the hallway where the two bedrooms are tucked away. “I’ll clean up. Go to your room and wait for me.”

Your anxiety peaks, although he doesn’t pay much attention to the worry in your eyes. He has something on his mind that he is clearly brooding over. Hesitantly, you rise from your seat and walk slowly towards the guest room. Your room, he’d called it. 

"You don’t have to do anything but let me take care of you."

Clark had kept his word. He’s been taking care of you, feeding you, and making sure you got enough sleep. He was kinder to your body than you’d ever been. And yet deep down, you knew what you were doing – what he was doing was wrong. Good intentions or not. And yet you obediently sat down on your bed and waited. 

When he appeared again, the white sleeves of his button-up shirt were rolled up to his elbows. He kept his eyes on you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched him. He started to undo his belt, and you found yourself, once again, freezing. 

Had you secretly manifested this? You’d been wondering why he hadn’t wanted to actually have sex with you. Now you were regretting letting that thought even cross your mind. You didn’t think you were ready for him. You could barely tolerate the insecurity and embarrassment that came with his touches during bathtime. For some reason, you didn’t want him to realize how inexperienced you were, how bad you’d probably be in bed. 

Your mind was racing so much that you almost didn’t register that he’d moved forward. Holding your hips, he pulled you up from your spot, and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you. Instead, he spun your body around and started to lift your dress. Much to your confusion, he only lifted the dress to your waist. A strong hand on your shoulder, and suddenly you were bending at your hips. Just as quickly, he was pulling down your underwear. 

Was this really how he wanted your first time to be?

“Look forward, sweetheart.”

Your eyes connected with a plush bunny tucked against a fluffy, white pillow, “Clark, I don’t want to–” You felt cool air on your bottom, and your face heated with embarrassment, “I don’t want–”

“I know, baby, keep looking forward. You’re being a good girl.”

You were looking forward, yes, but Clark was also holding you in the position. There wasn’t anywhere for you to go. “W-What are you doing?” You stuttered. 

“Daddy’s going to spank you,” Clark grabbed ahold of your hips when they suddenly attempted to lurch forward. He shushed you, no energy exerted on his part, and you panicked even more, “You’re not in trouble. Don’t worry.”

“Please don’t, Clark!” It was the most you’d raised your voice at him. “Please, please, please.”

He rubbed his palm over the smoothness of your backside. A comforting gesture that only made you more tense. 

“You know, I don’t like how you talk about yourself sometimes. Do you think I’d want you to be mine if I didn’t think you were perfect?” You can tell his question is rhetorical by the way he brings his palm down against your skin. You flinch, it hurts badly, and yet you know he’s holding back. 

“It only really matters what I think, okay?” 

“Okay!” You answer, high-pitched and desperate. 

Another spank. “Call me Daddy, sweetheart.”

Your lips part and close over and over. Saying the word feels more intimate than the current position that you’re in. “Okay … Daddy.”

Clark releases a deep breath, and for a moment, you’re hopeful that the spanking is over. “Good girl. Just a few more.”

You whine as the next one lands. Your legs kick up as the pain reverberates through your body. Your mind is emptying and only holding onto the pain and Clark’s voice. “You’re beautiful and intelligent, you know that?”

No, you didn’t know that. 

Your first instinct is to tell the truth but you’re smart enough not to, “Yes…” Another spank. “Daddy.”

“Say it, sweetheart.”

“I’m beautiful.” Spank. “A-and … I’m …” Spank. “Intelligent.” 

Clark rubs your back, shushes you, as your tears begin to fall. The tears are less for the pain and more from the shame. “Good girl, Y/N,” You stilled as he pulled your underwear towards the floor. He lifted you then, laying you down gently onto the comforter, and you couldn’t hold back as you hiccuped and wiped tears from your eyes. “Such a good girl.”

Through your blurry eyes, you could see how Clark’s expression had darkened. His brows drew together in concentration, and his mouth tightened. 

Arms on either side of your head, he leaned down until his face was an inch from yours, “My pretty girl,” He kissed beneath each of your eyes, softly and sweeter than you thought someone so strong and commanding could manage. When his lips enveloped yours, you felt your body go into shock. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands on your body. Your anxiety stopped you from moving your lips against his, but that only made Clark deepen the kiss. Your hands pressed against his chest.

Clark paused as if he had to remind himself that you needed to come up for air, “Clark,” Breathless, his name left your lips. 

“Not Clark,” Now he was the one whining, “Not right now.” 

“I don’t know how to …give you what you want, Daddy,” You tried to explain, scurting around the obvious, “Mmm-maybe we can wait.”

“You give me what I want just by existing, sweetheart,” Clark’s lips tug into a mischievous smile, “We can wait for the real thing. Just let Daddy taste you.”

He kisses you again, this time you melt against him and let him guide your lips the way he wants. You imagine it ending there and part of you is hoping to escape from the pressure that he exudes. He makes you feel pleasure, pain and embarrassment all at once. And now you were even starting to think that Clark actually found you pretty. 

He rolls up your dress even further until it’s bunched underneath your chest. His mouth moves lower, kisses your belly button, and your inner thigh. That makes you squirm; however, Clark keeps you still. You don’t expect it when he starts to kiss between your folds, and you don’t even recognize the sound that leaves your lips when he starts to carefully lick. 

You tremble, and unlike when he used his fingers, Clark decides to take his time. He teases you. Applies the correct pressure and then takes his attention away, his tongue pressing into your hole. You squeeze your hands around the fabric beneath you, your chest heaving, as your body completely betrays you. 

“So sensitive,” Clark groans against your skin, “I knew you’d taste sweet. My sweet girl.”

“Oh my–”

Clark doesn’t realize his strength. He brings you to he edge of an orgasm over and over again. He doesn’t tire no does it seem like he’s gotten enough of you. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..” You babble as you struggle to keep your eyes open, “Please, Daddy, please…”

“Come for me, baby,” And you do. Hard. You shake as your head tilts back and a soft scream leaves your lips. Then it gets dark. You don’t realize you’ve passed out until Clark is dragging a warm, wet washcloth against your cheek. The feeling brings you out of your short coma. Your eyes flutter open, and you realize you’re sitting in the bathtub. “There you are, you scared me, sweetheart.”

“Daddy,” You whine, finding yourself still trembling, still sensitive, and Clark leans in to kiss your forehead. 

“I know, I know, Daddy’s sorry,” Clark apologizes. Another kiss,  “You tasted so good and you sounded so good… I lost control.”

He couldn’t say it wouldn’t happen again. This was as new to him as it was for you. Your eyes flutter up at him tiredly. 

“Which book do you want Daddy to read to you tonight, hmm?”

You perk up at that, and it’s obvious you already have something in mind, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland?”

Clark smiled against your hair. “Anything you want, Y/N.”

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[l0vellie]

I WAITED FOR THIS LIKE A KID WAITS FOR CHRISTMAS!!!

[l0vellie]

Just daydreaming in class thinking about Anakin who holds your hand while he absolutely devours your pussy cause youre his baby <3

The amount of whining and moaning you were doing were sure to leave a sore throat. Not that the rest of you weren't already just as sore with Anakin spending the last hour and a half in between your now quivering legs.

You had no idea how he could do it for so long without his tongue cramping,specially with th way it curleed inside your hole,bullying the tight walls of your sex in that sweet way that had your head reling.

"Hey hey look at me princess, you're not floating away from me are you? stay here. stay with me babygirl."

She cooed you nicely as he could seeit in your eyes,how they started getting hazy, your tears fatter and your cries more incoherent by the minute. You were a sloppy mess of tears, sweat, drool and pussy juice. And he loved that he was the one to make you like that. His sweet and shy girl who gets so prettily cock drunk for him without even feeling the tip of him.

And then you got louder,more desperate, tighter as you pulsed and spasmed,gushing with sounds so pornographic that would make you wanna hide have you not been so out of it. The tall boy could sense all the telltale signs that he was about to make you cum on his mouth for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"Ani~ Ani please! too much! it aches so good! cant take it! ah-! gonna cum again!"

You cried more and more as the swirls of his warm tongue on your bud felt do good it almost felt like it hurt; you reached your hands down finding his curly locks,you tug him closer to your soaked pussy and then pushed him away from it,body and mind shutting down,not able to procces so much pleasure.

"shh! shh! cmon baby you can be good for me cant you? its just me sweet girl,im here,im here,cmon,just feel good for me hm? you dont need to think anymore,im here with you,just use that pretty little brain to cum for me again"

He peppered kisses on your pussy lips and around your bikini line,he knew you were feeling different now,in a different headspace,bubbly and whiny with how good he could make you feel,and even though it made him really proud of how fucked out he could leave you,it also made him wanna take care of you,seing how fragile and sensitive you were,how easily you could be turned upside down and it made him wanna protect you,reassure you.

So he reached his hand up with his mouth still attached to your sweet sex,and intertwined his hand with yours nin such a tender way that could almost seem romantic if the non stopping sounds of him slurping your juices didnt crowded the room.

the tenderness of his touch made your cries get a little gentler,needy and desperate still,as you sobbed out his name cumming and yelling,endlessly screaming at the top of your lungs how much you loved him.

When the spasmic feeling of explosions became too much,and your whines became pained,thats when Anakin let go of your soaked pussy,shamelessly wiping your arousal from his chin with the back of his hand;yet his hand didnt let go from yours,you were vulnerable still,and now undeniably sore and sensitive.

"You did so good my angel,so good for me,i knew you had it in you,good girl,good girl baby..."

His soft cooing and sweet kisses almost betrayed how hungrily he was lapping at you just a few minutes ago;the intense care and affection he now displayed betrayed the fucked out state he had just let you in without even trying to much.

"Breath for me dove,we havent even got to the best part yet okay? lets see how much more you can take now on my cock..."

Maybe i should stop getting distracted in class but like how could i right?

[l0vellie]

I can feel all the telltale signs of a depressive episode coming. I've been in school since 13:00 and I barely said a word. I think thrs enough reason to skip last period.

[l0vellie]

I really try to keep this blog organized and proper and going cause when I die that's gonna be my legacy of who I once was. So maybe that's why it's still a mess.

[l0vellie]

Hi. I watched nosferatu 2024. Im so not normal about it.

[compromise-for-the-love]

"stop sexualizing my trauma!"

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW YOU. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE.

[pink-unicornprincess]

[theshewriter]

Writing a novel is 90% daydreaming and 10% screaming into the void when the words don’t show up.