LoveLorn

I made this to be free of judgment from others. Here, I bear my truth. Bear it with me as well

[van1llac0rpse]

Welcome to my blog <3

I made this blog, as mentioned in the descripton, to be free from judgement. If you came here to hate, please don't. I'm already struggling mentally, and I don't want to feel any worse.

If you came here from one of my posts, thank you for the attention and support.

What I make: I mainly make imagine posts. But every now and then, you might see an edit, an image, a fanfic, or even just a random meme. I fully intend to use this blog to gain popularity while still being anonymous.

While I intend to be anonymous on the basis of not sharing anything regarding my real life identity, such as location, friends, my appearance, etc. Online, you can call me LoveLorn, Lorn, Love, or... idk.... van1lla? We'll figure it out together.

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should i just delete this account? it feels useless. i feel useless. i wanted to make good content, but i just dont have the energy. im not creative.

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hey uhmmm sorry i havent written in a while, ive been doubting if its any good and idk if its worth making

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is this bars or what

(guys i promise im okay,,,)

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Rant

why the FUCK does no one care about me? why the FUCK does no one care to know me?

all I do when I have a friend, is learn about what they like. ive watched MOVIES, bought GAMES, binged SHOWS and SHOWS when they tell me they like something. when I know they like something, im always on the lookout for merch! i buy them FIGURES and DISC COPIES of THE MOVIE OR GAME, KEYCHAINS AT CONS, COSPLAYERS.

fuckign EVERYTUHING

but the moment I want to share an intrest, ask the bare minimum, its pointless.

watch a single fucking movie? somehow its impossible.

play a FREE game? oh how dare i suggest such a thing

[van1llac0rpse]

Imagine...

They longed for this day.

Finally seeing your chest full... and leaking. Finally seeing the sweet milky essence dripping from your nipples. The reason for your finally lactating didn't matter to them. The child. They're grateful to the child for getting the milk to produce. But that's the extent.

They clenched their lips around your swollen nipples, sucking out the sweet milk. The taste was divine. Being able to drink from the source, from their one and only love, it was like heaven.

The lukewarm liquid filled their mouth and went down their throat. One breast was sealed by a mouth, and the other covered by a hand. It massaged and pumped out more milk. It dripped around their hand.

They wanted more. They needed more.

Pulling out the breast pump, they covered both nipples and pumped the milk into bottles as they lapped up the spare milk on their hand while palming their crotch with their other hand. Then they began rutting against it, moaning as their taste buds lingered with your essence and their body grew warmer.

Soon enough, all clothing was on the floor, the machine still whirring as milk pumped out, and their mouth was on yours. Naked bodies were entangled and rutting against each other, close and desperate. Soon, it was so desperate, they yanked off the pump without warning and pressed into your skin.

Sucking. Biting. Drinking.

All until they were full or there was nothing left being produced.

[van1llac0rpse]

Ugh I want my friends to be with me 24/7 but they don't want to 😾😾🫩🫩

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Imagine...

Shattered screens and debris littered the space, but it was the one thing that remained undamaged that caught his eye: the axe, still hanging on the wall. The one he got specially made with your initials on the handle.

He approached it, trailing his fingers along the smooth wood before gripping it tightly. He raised it above his head and brought it down hard against the desk, relishing the spark of pain that shot up his arm and the satisfying crunch of metal and wood giving way.

Over and over, he struck the equipment, pouring out his anger and frustration, until finally, he stood amidst the ruined remnants of his failed dreams of glory. Breathing heavily, he tossed the axe aside and sank into his chair, his mind spinning.

He couldn't go on like this, obsessing over you, consumed by jealousy and resentment. At this rate, it would destroy him... and maybe it would destroy you too. No, he needed to find a better way to cope, to channel his dark impulses before they overwhelmed him completely. But right now, all he could focus on was the burning need to claim you, to make you his... no matter the cost.

His eyes trail back to the broken devices before him. In his anger, he broke not only his desk, but the same computers he used to monitor you. He broke it, now he can't watch you. At least not until he either fixes the monitors or gets new ones...

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i wonder if anyone will care about me as much as i care about others

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Yapping Post

mentally manifesting running away with my besties to a warm, coastal city where we live in a cute house and fall in love with older men

that or i do it by myself

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Imagine...

Imagine being tired from work. The exhaustion hangs over your body like a weighted blanket, your eyes can barely stay open, and your joints creak like a rusted door hinge. The man in your life notices this. He's already hard; he has been practically all day. His body yearned for you while you were separated by distance.

After a hot shower, drying off, and lying in bed, he turns to place himself on top of you. He mutters kind words against your skin as he presses gentle kisses across your neck. His hands glide across your hips and thighs as he does so.

As he slowly takes out his cock from the constraints of his boxers, he takes your lips into a soft, wet kiss. He eagerly pressed against you, his tongue exploring your mouth like he wanted to cover every spot. You could feel him slowly splitting you open. Your wetness acted like lube that didn't come from a bottle. One that welcomed his girth eagerly.

He was nice and thick, your walls clenching around him as he slowly rolls his hips. He wants to be slow, gentle, and, above all, good. Good for you. You work so hard. You push through so much pain and exhaustion every day. He wants to show that he appreciates you and all that you do.

He lets out a groan at the wet, warm feeling of your pussy. Loving the feeling, he starts pulling in and out. Faster every time. Even as he's utterly lost in the feeling, he doesn't forget you. As he rolls his hips, balls slapping against the curve of your ass, he leans down. Asking if you're okay, liking it, kissing you... It's everything and more.

And when it's all over, his cum spraying into your womb as you cream around him, he draws you a warm bath. He carefully scrubs your hair, gently cleans your skin, washes you out, then carries you into bed for cuddles. Falling asleep in each other's arms.

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Imagine...

Imagine a rugged man. He's never had love for himself or others. He never cared for others. Even if he never loved himself, he sure acted like it. He bossed others around because he always saw himself as better. He was powerful. He was smart. He looked good, and he knew it. He used his looks and his smarts to get what he wanted. Because he could.

He could hit someone and talk his way out of it. Something about seeing people beneath him just boosted his ego. Knowing that he put them there. Knowing that he was better, stronger, and smarter. Knowing that he could knock anyone down a peg, mentally, physically, and even emotionally. It made his cock stir.

But one day you enter. You stand up to him. Your energy, your aura, your demeanor. It's more intoxicating than any fist fight. Just seeing you warmed his insides. Having you talk to him made his pants feel tighter. With you around, he spread his legs in bed every night. His hand pumped his cock frivorously as his brain swarmed with thoughts of you. His canine dug into his lower lip as he bucked his hips, his head tossing back while he thought of you. Stepping on him, choking him, yelling at him, putting him in his place. Anything you do makes him squirm. With a moan loud enough to shake the house, he came. His hips stuttered as his cum dripped onto his hands.

He always liked to put others in their place... But he'd gladly throw himself onto the ground for you.