CW: Voyerisom, pet names, toy use (vibrator), Dom/sub dynamic, bondage, squirting, talk of needing to pee, fingering, cum eating, begging, slight degrading, objectification (if u squint).
-If I missed any content warning please dm me and I will add it on-
Being Rafayel's muse was no small feat. He was absolutely, positively, indefinitely enamoured with you. Every morning as soon as he was up, he would send a text.
"Good morning cutie, I love you. Have a good day <3"
If you both had plans to see each other he would remind you in the text and if he wanted to see you he would let you know... or he would just tell you he’s bringing you lunch. He had stopped popping up at random after you were leaving work after a busy day. He was waiting outside his car to pick you up. Your favourite flowers in hand and an iced tea ready for you. You never said anything that made him stop doing this, but he could see the exhaustion on your face. He could see you needed to recharge, and sadly you preferred to do that alone… with that cat of yours of course. He was getting better with the cat, but he still didn't want to touch it. However, now you always get something from him at least an hour before he pops up so you can hopefully see it and tell him if you weren't in the mood. You were just always on his mind. And it wasn't much better on your side either, you just had a way of... dealing with your emotions that was different from him. That, paired with you not wanting to overstep in his life (which he told you he doesn't mind) or rely too heavily on another person made you more quiet about your devotion towards him. Though he is well aware of how prominent that devotion is. It's one reason why you enjoy the current situation he has you in…
Right now you were kneeled on a white cloth in his art studio. He had dressed you in a long sheer navy blue gown so he could see through to your curves and the beaded silk lingerie underneath. Ropes bind you in a classic shibari cross harness design, holding your arms up over your head and attaching to a medal ring hanging down from the ceiling. You were stunning. Strings of pearl beads draped down between the knots of the rope. They would sway with every flinch you gave from the endless hum of the vibrator pressed at your clit with more rope. Though there was no running. Not unless you were to put an end to this.
"Rafayel-"
"I know my love" His voice sounded like a mocking melody. He was sitting on a tall stool behind an easel and canvas, dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the line of his pecks disappearing and the corset belt just tight enough to draw your eye towards his waist. He moved his arm with one long stroke of the brush and then analysed what he had just done for a second before grabbing a smaller brush to go back in. "There is no other beauty like it..." he whispered to himself, though in the quiet room you could just barely hear it over the sound of humming in your head from the wand between your legs. You were still trying to wiggle away from the sensation it was bringing, though the rougher texture of rope had your breast squeezing and nipples hard against the silk bra which barely gave you the friction you needed against them. A small and shaky exhale left your mouth before you tried to speak again.
"Please Raf" You whimpered almost pathetically. "please, I need you" He had a smiling curling at the corner of his lips. He just loved hearing you speak to him like this.
"I only have the gesture sketched out, beautiful" He mentioned in a teasing manner. "I would like to at least place your features before I get up." This makes a small whimper like noise leave your throat and his eyes soften a little when he looks over to you. You closed your eyes to try and collect yourself, clit overstimulated while everything else was being neglected.
"Rafayel" you breathed out, "just touch me, please." You were whining at this point, trying to get him to see how wrong it was to only have your clit stimulated while the rest of your body pulsed for him. That's when you heard the soft tapping of his dress shoes against the wooden floors.
"My love... my light, my pearl, my gorgeous muse." The footsteps stopped and you could smell salted coconut on him from the sunscreen he had worn earlier. "It pains me to see you so desperate for me while I sit right across from you. Is what I have on you not enough?" When you peek your eyes open there is a look of false worry on his face. It would feel almost mocking if you weren’t lost in a state of blissful submission right now. He let out a hum as your eyes peered up at him. "You want me to touch you, but I already compromised by giving you this." He uses the tip of this dress shoe to push the vibrator up, placing more pressure over your clit. The toy hummed rhythmically at a steady and quick pace.
Your body shudders in response, mouth opening a little to gasp at the feeling. "This isn't enough to satisfy you?" He moves his foot to make the vibrator shift back and forth slowly. Upon hearing you choke out a moan he smiles deceivingly. "I know you can cum like this cutie" He taunts you before kneeling down in front of you and reaching under to speed up the vibrations. Your body tries to curl forward but the rope stops you rather quickly. Rafayel's throat rumbles with a chuckle as your eyes squeeze shut.
"please touch me…" You whine, opening your eyes again to look into his. They were akin to duel mini sunsets hovering above water. "Please, I'll take anything! I just need you to touch me Raf!” He seems to think it over for a couple seconds before his hand gently cups your face in his palm, thumb brushing your cheek in gentle swipes left, then right. And just as you were about to complain his hand puts upward pressure on the wand's stem, making you moan out loud and arch your back as much as the rope allows.
"Cum and I might touch you the way you'd like, my dear." His tone was a bit darker now. It was something you recognized through the fog settling like a haze over your mind. He was planning something. Probably something for his own benefit by the tone alone. Something that will amuse him, something you would just play the toy in. You shook your head as you tried to contain your own sensations, hearing a sharp "tsk" from him. Quickly, your cheeks were grabbed in one hand roughly. He used this hand to make you look right at him, nose to nose.
"I wasn't asking you." His tone was sharp now. Demanding. And when he saw you try to hold back your own orgasm, saw you try to fight the feeling of overwhelming pleasure, his nose twitched. You always had a habit of running from pleasure. He let the hand which was holding pressure on the wand whip across the side of your tit. That was what did it. Involuntarily, you gasped out a moan as the sensations overwhelmed you. Pressure pushed through your body like a wave and tightened up your muscles until you pulsed around nothing. "There you go..." He breathed out delicately while your body struggled to try and come down from the high he refused to relieve you of. The vibrator still hummed steadily against your clit, making your body jolt from time to time… an attempt to escape. Something he wouldn't let you do.
"Just feel it. Breathe, and feel it sweet girl" He leaned down and kissed your forehead as your body shook in place. Bound by the rope.
"it's too much" You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to breathe through each jolt in your body. Tried to listen and absorb what he was guiding you through. But the feeling was relentless, and the congestion of pressure in your cunt was utterly overwhelming. “I can't-"
"shhhh" He interrupted. "Don't talk, my love. Just feel."
And feel you did. One of his hands soothed over where he hit at your breast while the other moved from your chin to gently cup your cheek.
"Is it intense?" he asked softly. You nodded in response, and in return he pecked your lips with his own. "describe the sensation to me, beautiful." He kept his voice low and soft. "What is going on in your body, how does this feel?"
"A lot.." you whimper. He seemed to find that amusing. His laugh danced across your cheek with a light air to it.
"I need a bit more than that sweetheart." Rafayel presses the vibrator up again and it makes you gasp out a little “ah!”
"Like- ha, Raf- it feels like I need to pee…" You got quieter as you continued. Embarrassed by the feeling but struggling to hold it back. "It- its the vibrator. I can't-"
"Breathe cutie, breathe" He soothes you with his words and starts to move the vibrator back and forth on your clit again. This time quicker with a bit more pressure. "Breathe through the feeling. Let it go."
"But-"
"Breathe." He says a bit more sternly this time. And you do. You listen and take a deep breath in.
"Now…” You say quietly at first. “Rafayel I need to go now-" a little louder. He gropes at your chest with the hand previously on your cheek, tweaking your nipple with his thumb and index finger in the process.
"Let it out my love, I don't care how embarrassed you feel or how messy you get. I love it. I love you. So give me my desires. Give me passion, yearning, lust. Give me everything you are and I will grant you relief you've never known imaginable. I will follow you into the world you fear and help you embrace what you seek to understand. Just give me your pleasure and I will devote myself to your needs, lovely."
Your breathing comes out in the shallow pants you were trying to say his name. Were you? Were you saying it aloud? You felt your throat spew out his name but you refused to hear it as the pressure snapped. It really did feel like you were peeing. You tried to stop it, tried to hold back the rush that was ready to flow out of you, but he had cut the vibrator free from the rope with his pocket knife and slid two fingers down to the last knuckle inside of you. He curled them and stretched you out with them. You could feel your thighs, his hand, and the sheet below you soak warm with liquid. Your liquid.
"Good girl. My perfect muse... my beautiful bride. The pearl from my eye." He whispers each praise with a kiss at your cheek that trails down your neck each shift of wording. He continues to curl and uncurl his fingers, thumb rubbing gentle circles under the hood of your clit as you ride out the intense orgasm. "And by the way dearest... you didn't pee.” He whispered against your neck. “You squirted." He states matter of factly. Your body is still trembling with the aftershocks, jolting every time his thumb moves over your clit in a more gentle manner now. "And it was magnificant." He adds on. curling his fingers once more, scooping what he can out of you. You were panting. Skin clammy and face hot with embarrassment. But somehow his words did soothe a bit of the worry you had.
"Are you with me cutie?" He asks, trying to bring you back to your senses. He was licking something off his lips but in your haze you didn't know what. "How do you feel, pearl." He sits back on his haunches as he carefully unties the top rope holding your arms up.
"sensitive..." You whisper as he continues to unknot the ropes, smoothing his hand over every place the material has touched as he moves.
"Is it good or bad?" He helps you stretch your arms before unbinding the cross body harness he tied, the draped pearls sliding off with the rope as he went down your body.
"Good" You mumble with a tiny smile peaking out from your lips.
"Well, your artist has been patiently tending to his muse for a while now. Though I don't know if I have the details quite right on my canvas yet to get to color..." He kisses your forehead then stands, sticking out a hand to help you up on shaky legs. "Will you allow me to clean you up and continue?" you tried to nod but the look on his face said he needed a verbal answer.
"Yes sir" He smiles.
"Sir... I like that."
A/N: I haven't posted my writing in a couple years, but Rafayel was a lot of fun to write! My asks are open if anyone has any suggestions or questions, and my DMs are open for anything as well! I have stopped playing LADS but I still love the characters so i'm planning to continue writing more!
Dividers by @/bbyg4rlhelps & @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more
I haven't finished a oneshot in so long!!! But my fishie had inspired me dearly so I just had to. Here is a small snippet of the WIP I am working on. I am unsure if I am going to write another full scene or end it where I have it... maybe i'll post it and see if the people are pleased? Idk, here is the snippet friends.
!!!!!!!!!18+ Below the cut!!!!!!!!!
CW: Pet names, BDSM themes, bondage, voyerisom, toys
"My love... my light, my pearl, my gorgeous muse." The footsteps stopped and you could smell salted coconut on him from the sunscreen he had worn earlier. "It pains me to see you so desperate for me while I sit right across from you. Is what I have on you not enough?" When you peek your eyes open there is a look of false worry on his face. It would feel almost mocking if you weren’t lost in a state of blissful submission right now. He let out a hum as your eyes peered up at him. "You want me to touch you, but I already compromised by giving you this." He uses the tip of this dress shoe to push the vibrator up, placing more pressure over your clit. The toy hummed rhythmically at a steady and quick pace.
Your body shudders in response, mouth opening a little to gasp at the feeling. "This isn't enough to satisfy you?" He moves his foot to make the vibrator shift back and forth slowly. Upon hearing you choke out a moan he smiles deceivingly. "I know you can cum like this cutie" He taunts you before kneeling down in front of you and reaching under to speed up the vibrations. Your body tries to curl forward but the rope stops you rather quickly. Rafayel's throat rumbles with a chuckle as your eyes squeeze shut.
I am writing this post because I feel a lot of us global players (this was including me) didn't actually know what was going on. This morning I saw a facebook post by someone named Lucy. In this post she mentioned that she had gotten in touch with a Chinese player to talk about the situation and understand what was going on. The CN player had sent over a pdf explaining the situation and how deep it goes for their community and the Chinese history surrounding the situation itself. I am going to share the screenshots Lucy had put on facebook of this pdf so everyone can see what is going in.
I personally was very excited for Valkos release. I have always been a Rafayel girly. Valko... from the little we got to see looked like he could be another main for me. When I tell you I have been EATING UP the fan fiction already made and all the art it is an understatement. This has been a buffet! I love the artistic community of LADS and it's a big reason why i'm sharing this post. It seems infold is covering up a lot of the situation and making it seem like it's global community vs. Chinese community. Which is false. Majority of Chinese players are like the one who sent the PDF and we are only seeing the complaints about him being "too dark" and "unappealing" from a very small portion because everyone else is being blocked out or censored.
This being said, for me to re download the game, infold will need to take full responsibility for this situation with a genuine apology that covers everything and post a plan for the future of their game.Not their corporate bs they have been putting everywhere rn that dodges the situation completely. Dates are unneeded, I just want to see SOMETHING that shows they have a plan for the future of the main story.
Anyways, I hope this opens a lot of peoples eyes to the situation at hand on the CN side. I understand the global frustration because I was and still am there. Lets work together to make infold set a proper standard for games like LADS and the future of our community.
It's actually so crazy to see this historic moment in ao3 history and that she's no longer in beta like wdym ao3 is now a fully fledged site now I feel old
Hello! I have been wanting to practice writing for Satoru Gojo, and I have found that the best way for me to practice writing for a character is to role play them.
I am looking for semi literate/full literate role play.
Cannon/cannon divergence or Au.
If you're interested send me a dm and we can come up with a plot idea before moving to discord!
I am down to do SatoSugu or Satoru x oc of your choice.
being in an arranged marriage with gojo where he is clearly with getou, clearly in love with him. he spends almost all his time with him. since he's taken a lover, you assume that he's fine with you taking one too—that he's not interested and you're free to do as you please.
you blink as your date comes to a halt. he's gone wan, the pale of the moon as it dips below the horizon. before you can ask, a big hand lands on your shoulder. you glance up and meet gojo's scorching gaze, the burning blue of a comet flaring its way across the velvet sky.
"gojo," you say, unable to hide your surprise. "is everything alright?"
"you left your ring at home," he says, his smile more a baring of his teeth. "i figured i'd bring it to you while i was out."
"my ring?"
his smile goes sharper still, a diamond tipped knife. "your engagement ring."
your date chokes. gojo doesn't look at him; his blue, blue gaze stays focused on you, the sky come down to earth.
you open your mouth. close it again.
gojo holds out his hand, a silent command. mutely, you give him your hand.
he slips the ring onto your finger; it's flecked with diamonds, each little gem gleaming. they're faint against the glint of the massive diamond set into the center of the band, a sun amid the distant stars.
when he lets go, you start to tuck your hand into your lap. he catches it before you can, twining your fingers together and setting your joined hands on the table as he settles into the seat next to you. the ring catches the light.
it feels like a shackle.
"now," he says, his smile still sharp-edged. "who is your friend?"
Can’t get the thought out of my head, of Satoru and Suguru sandwiching you between them again while they make out. Only this time, they’re both hard and needy.
You gasp, startled by the two of them, pressing their firm bulges onto you, one from the front, one from the back. You bite you lip to hold back a moan, heat pooling in between your legs. You look at Satoru, blinking owlishly, watching as Suguru looks back, eyes flickering down to the soft curve of Satoru’s open mouth. Oh. Your breathing stops. Fuck. Your eyelashes flutter.
And then their mouths connect. It’s hot. It’s messy. Your heart is beating so fucking fast, it might break a rib.
They grind their hips against you, the fabric of their clothing creating a sparking hot friction and you moan, moving your hips with them. “Shit.” Satoru hissed, pulling back to look at you. “You’re so good.”
Your bodies grind and thrust and fuck against each other. Suguru holds onto him, smirking against Satoru’s mouth at the way you were writhing in between them, panting heavily. All your clothes were on, and yet you felt completely naked. It becomes abundantly clear to you that you will probably orgasm from this alone.
hello everyone :) i usually don't post things like this, but it has come to my attention that @daeydreams is copying my work and reposting it on her blog while acting inoccent.
proof under cut! tw: discourse :(
i first encountered dae's blog when her 'work' appeared on my dashboard.
the words, everything, all copied from my post. i'm also pretty sure she took the banner as well.
this post, was MY original work. And I would like to add, she didn't even change anything on my post, just plainly copied/pasted it and posted it.
For context, i posted this on March 17th, 2024.
Dae posted my work on April 23rd, 2024.
link to the fic
so I went to her dm's to ask her to take it down, providing screenshots about my plagiarised work.
and her response wasn't exactly the politest.
then after providing that less than polite response, she blocked me.
Then after she blocked me, i got a dm from one of my mutuals (their user will not be provided as they asked me to keep it confidential) saying that she copied another one of my works.
my work. my words. posted on April 24th, 2024
mine was posted on March 6th, 2024.
clear, blatant plagerism.
i do not tolerate plagerism, in any shape, form or way.
this, is my original ideas, my original work.
this is a situation that i do not tolerate, and it is degrading to have something stolen from me, even making it obvious that you were stealing my work. didn't jumble it up or even replace words- just uprightly copied my work and posted it as yours.
calling yourself a writer, not to mention acting inoccent while you were at it, is pathetic.
Please block and report dae, and if you are following/mutuals with this person, I ask that you block me/break our mutual, if you want to keep interacting with dae. If you want to add any other information/edits to this post, send me a dm or ask to add more.
other writers, whether you're following me, mutuals with me or don't know who the fuck I am, please take the time to block dae as well. in her last dm to me, she said in plain words, "and if I want (and I will) I can copy other writers-" I have a feeling that any/all works posted on her account, is from other writers.
Master doc that contains different resources and support for many countries including Palestine, Congo, Haiti, Hawai’i, etc ((op is underneath the link))
[ID: Tweet by Nanu's eyebrows 🇹🇹❤️🔱… @ Seaweedlagoon which reads: "I'd appreciate if you guys would spread around my master document that not only contains support for Palestine but other countries as well, I'm updating it with resources for Puerto Rico, Lebanon and Trinidad and Tobago tomorrow!" With a link to the above doc/End ID]
suguru loves how shy you get when you grind on his cock. it amuses him, how you transform from wanting him so badly that you climb onto his lap and pull him in by the face, all coy smiles and wandering hands, to shuddering and whining, covered in goosebumps, face so warm you can’t meet his gaze once he’s finally inside you.
he’s deep in your cunt. every little movement sends sparks through your body. you’re so full, stretched out perfectly on the cock so big you swore you’d never be able to take it. your swollen clit grazes his pubic bone the harder you dig in with each roll, every swirl of your hips being caressed by his large hands. you whine and shiver, hips slowing when it feels too good. it’s almost too much. you hide in his shoulder. the smooth lilt of his laughter might feel teasing if you could think straight enough to find it as such.
“what is it, pretty girl? too much to handle on your own?” suguru says. he rubs your back as you cling to him.
“n-no,” you reply weakly. “jus’ feels good.”
arms still wrapped around his neck, you slowly begin to rock your hips again. your mouth drops open into a moan, his name falling from your lips in ecstasy. suguru gently grips a fistful of hair at the base of your neck and pulls just enough to make you whine, head falling back into his touch as he throbs inside you.
“sit back,” he said. “i want to see you when you ride me.” he tugged a little harder at your scalp, forcing you to pull back before he let go.
you hid the way your eyes rolled from the change in angle behind your hands, somehow pushing his length even deeper into the sensitive spot that had you mewling.
“but s-suguru….”
suguru grinned. his hands dropped down and gripped your hips again. he was feeling impatient; he wanted to fuck you stupid on his cock just like this, to hear your sudden cries of need. instead, he guided your hips to start again with strong hands, pushing you down onto his length. the sticky sound of your cunt drooling where you two were connected only made your cheeks hotter still when you muffled a moan. a low groan filled his chest when you clenched hard around his cock.
“you’re so cute when you’re shy.” he plucked your hands from your face.
immediately he noticed the hint of fear when your eyes wouldn’t meet his. he grasped your face in one hand, the other still guiding your eager hips.
“sugu…” you protested. the tension in your belly was ready to snap as he stared you down.
“what’s wrong?” he asked softly, the sympathy in his voice almost feigned. “are you close, my love?”
you nodded and gasped as another wave of overwhelming pleasure washed down your body.
“i can’t, ‘s too b-big, i can’t cum.” tears pricked your eyes.
he grinned. “shh… it’s alright. you can do it, i’m right here. i got you. c’mon baby, cum for me. let it happen.”
suguru watched with a moan and a playful gaze as your eyes rolled back and you fell apart on his lap, shuddering and groaning so sweetly while your legs shook. his grip on your face forced you to look him in the eye as each wash of pleasure hit your body.
“that’s it,” he cooed. “that’s my girl.”
you had barely come down from your orgasm when his hand dropped to your ass and his hips pushed up into yours, setting the hard pace he’d been craving. your face contorted with pleasure as you cried out and clung to him for more.
“suguru! fuck!”
his smile only grew. it seemed as though he’d get to fuck you stupid after all.
“stay on it,” he breathes, arms circling around you to keep you on his cock. his lips brush against your chest, lightly nipping at the skin.
“satoru, i can’t!” you whine, legs shaking as you try to get off his lap. “‘s too much, I’m gonna cum again!”
satoru doesn’t even bother pulling out when he thrusts, just grinding his dick into you while he watches you fall apart. “you like it baby, come on.”
head falling onto his shoulder, he bites back a grin as he thrusts up. your eyes are rolling back, feeling him pound into you from below. you don’t think you can take it anymore, but it’s all you want.
he isn’t wrong when he says you like it.
your hands slap his shoulders, not able to do much as he manhandles you to bounce on his dick. “satoruuu, fuck, oh my god!”
legs shaking, he manoeuvres you to lay on your back. throwing your ankles over his left shoulder, he continues to thrust into your cunt, hitting your g-spot with ease.
“give me some more, pretty.” he grins, “you’re not done until i say you are.”
you hate how he’s so good at keeping you pinned, but then again, when he uses his strength to keep you pliant, you’re practically looking up at him with hearts in your eyes.
“what a slut,” he laughs, “you like this.”
you nod furiously, “mmm, i love it!”
moving one of your ankles to his other shoulder, he leans down, smothering your face in chaste kisses.
burying his face into the crook of your neck, gojo starts slamming his hips into you. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
you feel like your eyes are crossing as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you. your legs are quivering while he continues to poke and prod everywhere you’re sensitive.
“so good for me,” he says, breath tickling your ear, “i could have you like this all day, baby.”
he feels you clench down on him and he sloppily kisses your cheek, “i feel it baby, give it to me.”
“satoruuu, ‘s too big,” you cry, “i think ‘m gonna make a mess!”
he shushes you, calming you down by cupping your face in his hands, keeping your eyes on him. his thrusts don’t slow, feeling his release. “‘s okay, don’t worry—i’m gonna cum baby, where—”
“insideee!” you whine, “need it inside!”
he cums the second he hears you and you follow, squirting all over his abdomen. he drops majority of his weight onto you, feeling his cock go limp inside your cunt. he presses a kiss to your temple, praising you softly.
when he pulls out, he props your hips up with a pillow, keeping your legs spread so he can admire the mess.
whistling lowly, he thumbs at your slit.
your legs immediately twitch, whining. “no more, please.”
he nods, laughing, “‘s okay baby, ‘m just looking.”
The thing about some people thinking that Palestinians are only deserving of living when they're submitting -or 'peaceful' in their own white man's words- is that this is not an uncommon narrative, and even being "peaceful" doesn't guarantee freedom, but guarantees a quieter and more discreet murder. POC are usually held at very high moral standards -white Western standards of course- and they're not given the right to be humans who have flaws and have varying opinions and ideologies. POC have been portrayed as "barbaric" and "savage" throughout history to justify the white man's narrative of ethnic cleansing being "self-defense". In simpler words, if this POC submits to my oppression and abuse, then they're my definition of "peaceful" but I'll continue oppressing them anyway with less noise from the public. If they, however, resist, then they fit the misconception that I, a white man, spread, and therefore I can justify my killing them. The West thinks basic human rights are conditional when it comes to POC, with current emphasis on Palestinians, because they think if a person doesn't subscribe to every single Western ideology, then they're undeserving of living. If we apply the idea that if a person -any person- doesn't subscribe to certain ideologies then they're deserving of death, it'd be safe to say that this world would end in just a couple of hours. Palestinians are humans and they don't need to live up to the unrealistic moral standards of the West to be deserving of their basic human rights.
There's been a twitter thread and post going around planning and organizing the next days of strike, so I wanted to pass on the message because I didn't see posts about it yet
Link to thread here
Another thread of the same strike
As usual, please continue to boycott and strike and do what you can to spread awareness.
Thinking about finally posting my fics again.. I deleted a lot and backed off because there has been a lot of hate, bot just on my blog but so many other smut writers or just fic writers blogs in general. This was a safe place for me to explore and express and I felt that was taken from me. I am going to start posting again though because I enjoy writing and getting GENUINE feedback. Plus, foc writing is an escape for me and I miss sharing that with people who read them as an escape. So just a genral message.. if you have anything to say that isn't a request and isn't constructive? Don't say it. Or at least don't say it anonymously like a little bitch so I have the opprutinity to block you :). You don't like what I write? Don't read it. Scroll past it. BLOCK ME. My page is for exploration, not for your closed minded ass to bully anyone with certain kinks or taste. I have warnings and summeries in almost all of my newer work coming out. READ THEM. You don't like whats going to be in it? Scroll past. It's not hard to just ignore something online. The i ternet makes it easy.
