#naivety

[pushypuppyboy]

there’s something so sexy to me about not knowing you’re in labor and giving those first, naive, confused pushes. wondering why you’re feeling this urge. the brief moment of bewildered horror as you feel a huge weight shift down inside of you. there being no physical evidence that you’re giving birth yet, but just knowing deep inside your body that a baby is moving downwards, ready to make its inevitable entrance into the world.

[fully-bred-puppy]

Dumb little sis comes into my bedroom at night and slides into my bed. She asks if we can do the “naked feel good wrestling” again to night. Such a dumb lil sis, doesn’t even realize she’s ovulating and she’s so so horny. I pin her to the bed and take her. Each thrust from big brother eliciting a yelp. I slide as deep as I can everytime. My body is pressed as close to her as it can get. Plap Plap Plap. Finally one last thrust as I bite your neck and bury my cock against your womb, spurting endless seed into you as you whimper. We cradle each other as we sleep.

9 months later when I get off of work, I find you naked hunched over in the bathroom, full on combing and grunting. Your belly kept getting bigger and bigger and I just told you it was the result of our fun time and it’s nothing to worry about.

I help you into a squat as you sob into my arms begging me to get it to stop that hurts so so much. Your screams pierce the house as I watch you bear down into another agonizing push. You opening bulges with the pressure. The head fills you completely. It’s big so so big. Your screams just keep coming as you start to agonizingly crown over our perfect reward from big brother breeding you again and again. Your pussy looks so hot with that tight crown. I’ll definitely have you breed very soon after you whelp again for me

i've gotten off to this so many times i selfishly wanted to keep it to myself. fuck thank you for this. pls send more like this im crazy as fuck for this . oh my god

[angeliccpoetry]

knight kink where princess uses her power and influence to make her knight submit and do whatever they can to pleasure her is great and all...

but what about a knight who uses the fact that the princess has never been outside the castle before to his advantage? knight who steals the princess away (at her request) and can't help loving how naive she is. how she knows nothing about the outside world, and is now completely dependant on her knight. knight who gets her so flustered and confused, he just has to slam into her

or rather, slowly pushing into her, cooing about how she's taking him so well while she squirms and whimpers, desperately wanting to bury her face into his shoulder or chest to hide her noises and red cheeks, but his breastplate and pauldrons block her ability to do so. she's never experinced this before, and it's so overwhelming, the intimacy of it, how exposed and vulnerable she is in her simple, thin dress compared to her knight, who's wearing just enough armor to show who has the upper hand, who's in charge when he's inside of her.

it's all too much and she cums quickly, but he's not done with her yet. he starts going faster, harder, as much as he can in the armor, and her moans grow more robust and loud as she reels from her first ever orgasm and rapidly approaches a second.

she loses track of how many times she cums as the pleasure and pain mixing from the brutal pace her knight has set cloud her mind. seeing her all fucked out like that, her knight explodes inside of her, groaning as all his pent up thoughts of seeing her around the castle, how she flits around without a care in the world, how easy it would be to take her and have her submit to him, how he wouldn't even have to tell her to, building up to this moment as he cums deep inside her cunt.

she's completely dazed after, legs shaking violently, whimpering softly as he pulls out of her abused hole as gently as he can manage. he goes to grab her a wet rag and some water, removing his armor along the way so he can hold her after cleaning her up.

because that's his princess, and he has a duty to her 💕

[mai2011]

I wish I was your girl.

[animealways]

superman's fatal flaw

You know before James gunn i wasn't a superman fan. Still not the biggest but before this movie i always disliked the character to some extend, never knowing why until gunn wrote clark's hope to be his biggest flaw.

As someone who just assumed people wouldn't have ill intentions towards me it just hits home seeing Clark get upset simply because he assumed people would be kinder, and can't see why they wouldn't.

When you try to do it the most ideal way you sometimes get crap for it.

Not a big deal but other times you think you're just having fun with someone you really like only for them to turn the table on you.

It's why Clark gets upset he didn't fully understand what loise was doing, catching him completely off guard with something that feels objectively wrong.

You want to help someone simply cause you care? Well sometimes that means giving yourself annoying work.

And sometimes people will talk behind your back, sometimes you can let it slide other times it genuinely upsets you.

Hell, Clark's naive, hopeful attitude nearly gets him killed trying to save Krypto, who gave him nothing but trouble.

Yet it's also the reason why he escaped as he is willing to help metamorpho even when he is basicly killing Clark.

As someone who had a simealer naive attitude as Clark but none of the confidence, strength, skills or even understanding of myself to handle any of it, causing it to take a toll on my mental health to the point i once self harmed myself so badly i still have the scars years later.

This version of Clark will always be the most human to me. The painful reality of what being hopeful truly means in everyday life. Sacrifice, pain, and tons of annoying work.

But ultimately necessary to stop the lex luthor's of the world.

[creepybeanie]

RELATIONSHIP: Patrick Bateman x Fem Reader

SUMMARY: You’ve tried to escape Patrick’s mixed emotions after he has continuously pushed you away, but he always finds you because he knows you’re the one he can’t live without. Standing outside your door, he awaits your forgiveness.

WORDS: 647

TAGS: Patrick Can't Live Without You, Fluff & Angst, Bad Decisions, Toxic Past, First Love, Mixed Emotions, Passionate Kissing, Love Confessions, Naviety, Emotional Manipulation

🎧: “Die For You” by Joji

I suppose it was true that the past did come back to bite you in the ass. I’d been running from it, trying to escape its grim hold, but it stood outside my door. My past was apathetic and filled with a madness that clouded my mind, blurring it of any sanity I had left. I didn’t know I was its puppet until it had cut my strings loose. However, when it found me, I was left vulnerable to its sweet words of manipulation. Each syllable that left his venomous lips poisoning my mind like the hopeless human I was to him. He stood there impatiently, sensing I was standing on the other side of the door. Another forceful knock sends a wave of distress through my spine, almost paralyzing me.

“Please, Y/N. Open the door.” He begged. I could sense the immense amount of anguish in his voice.

Patrick was convinced he’d move on from me, but just when I began to feel any happiness, there he was; like a great white shark, he could smell my delightful blood swooning in the sea of his obscurity. Although he was a handful of baggage, he was my carry-on bag, and I was okay with hauling him around, regardless of how heavy that baggage may have been. I never wanted to leave him, but he began to create these imaginative ideas that I would do so, and when he proposed that I should go, he was content with me finding the happiness I already had with him.

“I’m not going to ask you again!” He yelled.

My hand hovered over the doorknob as if it radiated with intense heat. I knew he was terrible for me, like the spoiled milk in my fridge past the expiration date. Anxiously, I licked my lips and swallowed any possibility of inviting him inside.

I gripped the frigid doorknob, which cooled my uncomfortably warm hand. Silence accompanied us, standing between us while we stared into each other’s eyes. Like a vampire, he compelled me with one look, his warm eyes gazing back at mine as if I were staring at coffee being stirred.

“Y/N, I can’t be without you.” His eyes softened. “It’s killing me.”

“You pushed me away.” I replied.

“I know that now, and I know that you’re happy without me…” His head dropped when he spoke the words of truth he didn’t wish to manifest.

I grew impatient with his game of cat and mouse. The finding me and tormenting me. Not even putting me out of my misery. “Then why are you here?”

“I need you.” His head rose, and I could see the melancholy in his eyes. The warmth of the porch lights gave him his own spotlight, catching the fall of a tear that escaped his eye. He continued. “Every day you aren’t near, I’m closer to hell than I am to heaven.”

He stepped closer, tightening the space between us. “I’d die for you, and if I ever do, I hope that heaven takes the resemblance of your presence.”

I could see my chest rising and sinking with my sense of self-control. He intruded into my space, and I allowed him to. Looking up into his eyes, I wiped away the stray tears. The calculated emotion I continued to solve each time it was presented to me. His hands found my waist, pulling me toward him. I'd... miss this. Our lips lingered against each other, and as the wind blew, cooling the late-night air, it pushed him into me, causing our lips to crash into each other.

His hands coddled my face while our lips intertwined like a knot. He pushed himself into me, making me stumble back into the house and somewhere between getting lost in our passionate kiss I slammed the door shut behind him. Once again, inviting in my past.

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This story is a part of my “Bedtime Stories” collection. It’s a collection of various short stories for horror villains that I love 🖤

I’m considering writing another part to this 🤔 I don’t know yet! BUT if anyone loved this I can definitely cook up another part for you all!

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[candidlywhimsical]

Two of the four covers for Vogue Portugal’s February 2026 issue 💖🎀✨

[eclectiqueantique]