#ok anyways

[bloomflix]

has the fratboy! au epidemic ever hit the blue lock fics because i have NAWT seen that. college au, sure, but frat boy! au?

[canned-experiences]

i want to try a new art software eventually. need enrichment

[vincent-b4rrer3]

I get the fact that ao3 is a site anyone can write on and that you just gotta ignore anything you don't like but the amount of people saying "don't like don't read" to excuse child porn and rape that is clearly fetishized pisses me off, I do not care ao3 is a writing site for anyone or "it was made for people like that" it's still really fucking weird that people are writing that. I remember seeing a fic that I didn't read of course but it literally was just fetishizing rape so... Just pisses me off ig

[cunt-atron-3000]

I'm BROKE and I can't buy any clothes that I WANT

[delicatelymorbid]

hands on your waist toying with the hem of your shorts as we kiss, taking my sweet time to ensure you're relaxed, or more so easy for me to manipulate. sliding my tongue against yours, smiling into our kiss when i feel your breaths begin to hitch. pulling back, slightly pouting and stifling a laugh while i check in. "you okay?" with soft eyes, "no, yeah, you're okay, sweetheart. just relax, yeah?"

guiding you backwards until your knees are flush against the end of the bed, sitting you down without tearing my eyes away from yours. my hands cupping your face, tilting my head at you with a devastating furrow to my brows. tracing under your eyes with my thumbs, cooing at your stupid, precious face. it's so fucking easy to get you like this: pliant and eager to please. everything i could ever need staring up at me with the most gorgeous, needy eyes. snaking a hand under your jaw, forcing you to look up at me while i swipe my thumb over your bottom lip.

"you want to make me feel good, yeah?"

smiling at your thoughtless gaze, a delayed nod shortly following.

"and you're going to listen, right?"

you can feel the energy shift in my tone. you know i'm gonna make you do something different. something difficult to obey. so, expectantly, you whine. and immediately, i shake my head, tsk my teeth, and push my fingers past your lips.

"don't make this difficult. you know you can listen, it's not hard. don't disappointment me, be good."

my other hand running through your hair, nails scratching against you before grabbing a fistful of your roots.

"you don't have to think, baby. isn't that the best part? isn't that what i'm here for? to let you be my dumb, obedient toy? just let me do what i want. all you have to do is what i say, yeah?"

regardless if you protested or tried to stop me, i'd push you back against the bed with your knees bent at the edge, feet grounded to the floor. hovering over you and kissing from your thighs, to your hips, over your stomach, and up to your lips. keeping my movements gentle, slow, just anything to keep you calm and kind for me.

after a quick kiss i'd stand up and grab something from a drawer, taking off my shorts in the meantime. walking over to the side of the bed, kneeling onto it and crawling beside your head. petting you, assuring you that you'll be okay and it'll be fine.

i'd sit up on my knees, get close to where you expect, to where i'd usually sit. but instead, i'd bring a thigh over your face and straddle above you. laughing when i see your lazy focus shift from my eyes to between my legs. breaking the silence as i tell you to hold the toy, immediately shushing your unsure protests.

the mattress would shift under my weight as i moved up, my knees now parallel to your head. lowering a hand and brushing my knuckles against your cheek, softly soothing your palpable tension.

"all you have to do is fuck me with it, baby. you want a taste, don't you? yeah, you have to use this to get it." putting your wrist between my legs and aligning the toy with myself, nodding at you, "yeah, honey, you know what to do."

i'd lean forward onto the bed, face down into the pillows with you under me. i'd give you all the instruction you could ever need: how quick to go, how rough, how quiet you should be, how loud. forcing you to work for what you want, without even directly getting it. if you cried or begged to taste, i'd reach beneath my stomach to pull at your hair, tugging at your roots if my words weren't enough discipline. it wouldn't be long before i'm dripping, and you wouldn't exactly be clam about it, either.

my grip on your roots keeping you against the bed, slightly lifting my hips if you ever tried to touch me with your mouth. forcing you to take what i give. teaching you how to be grateful, how to recognize how lucky you are for getting a taste, even if you have to work like a pathetic whore for it.

[tripmine-freak]

getting fixated on a character that oomf used to be fixated on to the point of becoming the character he handed the fixation to me

[theholidaygirl-1225]

Maybe this Kris person accidentally hit their head or something?

My Grand Aunt's Cousin's Mom's Cat's Babysitter's Nephew hit his head and started acting weird like you describe.

...Honestly, this isn't a bad theory, fahahaha.

When we were younger, Kris would do crazy things. Kris would toss balls of dirt at us in the backyard, and they'd laugh the day away. "Kris," I'd giggle back, "don't you have anything better to do?" And they said,

"You, maybe, but this is what I do."

So, maybe if they just hit their head by doing something silly, by running without looking where they were headed, then this is all

normal.

We're still in the backyard, and we're laughing—we're all still laughing. Kris will grab a moss ball and nothing will be weird anymore, and the whole world could fit in that moment, there—in the earth ball sitting in my friend's hands, thrown without caring where it'll end up, because nothing bad will happen if we let the moment go.

Also...your what now? XD How did you even hear about that?! Lol

[tr1ckstarp3rdit1on]

ok blog promo once more bc we got two more blogsssss (someone take away the + New button from us)

@fuckeverything-evenyou is our The Boys fictives blog

@attention-maggots is Colonel Shaw's and Zero's blog which is a mix of military and the civil war (Colonel Shaw is a fictive and Zero is a brainmade)