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Peter Solarz
sheepfilms

Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
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izzy's playlists!
noise dept.
occasionally subtle
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kaledo Art
cherry valley forever

blake kathryn

oozey mess
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
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@linisbored
i want to be on top of a tgirl while we make out and feel her clit harden against my thigh. listening to her moan and feeling her gently hump her twitching clit against me, begging with her actions alone for me to touch her. she’ll have to suck my cock first and take all of my cum in her mouth, and if she’s a good girl and obeys i’ll finally stroke her needy clit and feel her throb in my hands as she releases.
smoking weed with a tgirl and feeling myself become a dumb, horny little thing. trying so desperately to hide it, but i can't help to move my hips. i have such a poker face, but my stuttering breath and "subtle" motions give it all away. that's alright though, because it's her mission to make me a mindless, melting fleshlight she can position and fuck for as long as she wants. im already such a dumb boy, but weed makes me even dumber, and she has a far higher tolerance than i'd ever have. her dick is so hard, and she can't help to pin me down, and rip my pants off. force my legs open. fuck me absolutely stupid. all that humping at nothing i did earlier has made that deep part of me open up, and i can feel her cock slamming harshly against it. i let out disgusting, obscene moans as orgasm after orgasm rolls over my entire body, making my ears cold and tingly, my mind completely blank. i just keep babbling absolute nonsense, begging her for more, entirely mindless. she fucks me so much that i can feel the tendons inside of my cunt ache from the amount of time they've spent keeping my dick erect. and even then, she can't stop. because she's just as horny as i am.
need to affirm my gender by hurting a trans girl for my own pleasure and then have a long, intense discussion with her about the patriarchy
The cute butch ive been talking to keeps babbling about what a nerdy loser they are like its a bad thing????
Honey! Nerdy losers and booksmart bimbo/himbos should be togetherrrr ughhh! Like yes tell me all about your special interests with that stupid grin on your face. Get shy and red so I can bully you about it. Be a pervert who can only write big game but gets flustered in action. Im shoving you in the locker and closing the door behind us <3
Was your star next to mine ?
David Benioff, Troy
// Adapted from Homer, The Iliad
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
hey u need a chew toy? (flirting)
Corruption kink but its the dom getting corrupted.
"I know its a little weird but can you be rougher?"
"Can you call me names?"
"Omg did that make you hard? (Excited)"
"Maybe you are a freak after all"
"I mean look at me! Wouldnt i be prettier with more marks?"
Constantly teasing them to hope they get frustrated enough to snap and give you what you want.
♡♡♡
you know what i love?
i love a big tall butch who just gets *so* desperately turned on by me. i wanna go up on my tiptoes to kiss them and see their cheeks turn pink so i can tease them about it. i want their strong hands pinning my hips to the bed as they eat me out, moaning into me about how good i taste, their hips unwittingly grinding down. i want them to whimper as they fuck into me, shutting their eyes tight in embarrassment when i ask them if they’re gonna cum just from this.
just. big subby service butches.
(do i have a size kink? maybe.)
this poem is about being nonbinary.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
Behold the pocket-sized western pygmy possum! (Cercartetus concinnus). One of the world’s smallest possums, this species typically weighs just 0.5 oz (14 g)—the size of an AA battery. This dainty marsupial is a nectarivore, meaning that its diet consists primarily of plant nectar. It inhabits treetops in forests throughout parts of Australia, using its long prehensile tail like a fifth limb as it moves from branch to branch.
Photo: gilliank, CC BY-NC 4.0, iNaturalist
gegen die ufer. angeschwemmt
zum Welttag der Poesie (21. März)
[weg. weisung | spalier aus vergissmeinnicht]
am anfang des frühlings. traum vom welken laub.
aufgewacht. im kalten atem. eines noch unbestellten gartens. hätte gehen sollen. die hecken entlang. um die ecke. die x-te gasse. links. und dann wieder links. gegen den lauf der uhr. und am ende nur noch ein stück geradeaus. als ob über eine schwelle. und falls dann. immer noch weiter. endlich zu lösen. die stricke vom herzen. und den stacheligen draht von den zehen. zu öffnen. vielleicht. ein letztes tor. während des power naps. und die bilder aus den augen tränen zu lassen. ungesehen. und die wörter. ungehört. hinab die sabberstraße. die aus dem mundwinkel quoll. die rufe. einer nach dem anderen. wie tobende kinder. die wasserrutsche hinunter. ins kissen. wo sie versickern werden. wie regen in der wüste.
trotz aller schrecknisse. man spürt das wieder keimende. und kann den hoffnungen nicht entkommen.
aber: man darf den gärten die arbeit der gärtner nicht ansehen. die fingerabdrücke des schaffenden. sind der wahren schönheit ein gräuel.
denn: nichts bleibt von den eitlen empfindungen. als ein grau erstarrtes ufer. vor dem unendlichen glasfeld. der ertrunkenen sonne.
und ein gemauerter schatten. legt sich selbst um die engelshaut.
darum musste ich flüstern: wachse. mein mäuseohr. schließ dich zur rechten stunde: auge des boten.
Source: gegen die ufer. angeschwemmt