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a cute boy who goes to an abandoned parking garage at night, goes there on purpose because he knows that there’ll be the men there that always greet him just the way he wants, tying him to a nearby fence with his tight little pussy exposed to the cold air, gagged and blindfolded as they fuck him to ruins. keeps moaning and drooling like the slut he is, cock after cock entering him with no breaks, until he’s lost count of how many times he came and how much cum is leaking out of him. when they’re finished they shove a cool, hollow metal pipe in him so all the cum can leak out him slowly and his pussy stays wide open all night as he’s kept tied to the fence just the way he likes. they’ll clean him up in the morning and send him home in a cab so he can visit them all later again

i grew up thinkin everybody had a heart like mine & when i tell you life humbled me real fast

No fucking way I found my little rubber fetus

Nightly Rituals (18+)

Warnings: SMUT, ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING LEVELS OF HORNINESS, romance and everything that comes with it

Notes: as seen above, the man is a munch, and as queen rihanna said ‘want you to take it like thief in the night’ 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

“C’mon, stop squirming. You can take it, mama.”

Leaving your window unlocked for Jason had quickly become a favourite nightly ritual of yours. Waiting for him to come in and fuck the thoughts out of your head.

Feeling his presence as the air seemed to vibrate with energy, his quiet footsteps echoing across your floor until you feel the bed dip with his weight as he prowls towards you.

Lusting hands grabbing at every inch of skin available, calloused fingers digging into your hips, your thighs, everywhere. “All for me, isn’t it?” Nails raking down your sides, leaving trails of desire as he kissed his way down your stomach.

“Jay, stop teasing-”

Any demands from you earns a hard slap to the thigh, and a harder pull of your hair. Blooming, honeyed heat sparking in your pussy as he sucks your clit through the fabric of your panties.

Jason groaning, feral as he presses his face into your cunt, eyes fluttering shut as he inhales and tastes the sweetness of you. Broad strokes making your back arch with each lap of his tongue.

“Taste s’fucking good, princess.” Two fingers pumping in and out of your now dripping pussy, the debauched squelching noises making the room hundreds of degrees hotter. “Fucking love this pussy, gonna fuckin’ die eating it.”

Practically shoving his face into your wet heat, his tongue making quick little circles around your clit as he adds another finger, ramming and curling his thick digits until you’re creaming all over his hands and face.

Not to sexualize inexperience but, I think guys that don't know what they're doing are so hot. A nerd getting all nervous while you tease him, his hands shaking as you show him what you like and where to put them. I want to savor that nervousness as I'm riding him and seeing how flustered he is. Him cumming way too quickly wouldn't be something to be ashamed of. Rather, it's so hot and adorable knowing that he was turned on that easily that he couldn't even control himself. Like, I wanna be with someone "cringe" that lights up just because he's so excited to simply participate and be with me

Not to sexualize inexperience but, I think guys that don't know what they're doing are so hot. A nerd getting all nervous while you tease him, his hands shaking as you show him what you like and where to put them. I want to savor that nervousness as I'm riding him and seeing how flustered he is. Him cumming way too quickly wouldn't be something to be ashamed of. Rather, it's so hot and adorable knowing that he was turned on that easily that he couldn't even control himself. Like, I wanna be with someone "cringe" that lights up just because he's so excited to simply participate and be with me

do you ever find yourself bedeviled by writing ideas that are the equivalent of finding a single carrot in your fridge. your brain goes "we should write a pirate story" or "we should write a parisian thief caper" and you ask, "all right, what do we cook with that, then?" and it says "no other ingredients (:"

How to Write a Death Scene

So, you want to write a death scene that hits your readers hard, right? Something that sticks with them, makes them feel something real?

First, give the death meaning. You can’t just toss in a death for the shock factor and call it a day. Even if it’s sudden or unexpected, the death has to matter to the story. Think about how it changes things for the characters who survive. Does it mess with their relationships? Their goals? Make sure this moment sends ripples through the rest of your plot. It’s gotta affect everything that happens after, like an emotional earthquake.

Then, think about timing. You don’t want to drop a death scene at the wrong moment and ruin the vibe. If it’s part of a big heroic moment or a heartbreaking loss in the middle of the story, it should feel earned. The timing of the death decides how your readers will react, whether they feel relief, gut-wrenching sorrow, or are totally blindsided. The right moment makes all the difference.

Next up, focus on the characters’ emotions. Here’s the thing, it's not always the actual death that makes a reader cry, it's how everyone feels about it. How do the characters react? Is the person dying scared, or are they at peace? Are the people around them in shock, angry, or just completely destroyed? You need to dive deep into these emotions, because that’s where your reader connects.

Make sure to use sensory details to pull readers into the scene. What does it feel like? The sound of their breathing, the stillness when they’re gone, the way everything feels heavy and wrong. Little details make the death feel real and personal, like the reader is right there with the characters, feeling the weight of the moment.

If your character has the chance, give them some final words or actions. What they say or do in those last seconds can really hit hard. Maybe they share a piece of advice, ask for forgiveness, or try to comfort the people around them. Even a simple gesture, a smile, a touch, a last look can leave a lasting impression. This is your last chance to show who this character was, so make it count.

Finally, don’t just stop when the character dies. The aftermath is just as important. How do the survivors deal with it? Does your main character fall apart, or do they find a new sense of purpose? Are there regrets? Peace? Whatever happens next should be shaped by the death, like a shadow that never quite goes away. Let your characters carry that weight as they move forward.

I like him

To the guy who dm’d me and mistook me for a woman and blocked me when found out I was a guy. It’s okay bro, it’s okay to be a little fruity no hard feelings

I like him

To the guy who dm’d me and mistook me for a woman and blocked me when found out I was a guy. It’s okay bro, it’s okay to be a little fruity no hard feelings

if you let me yap about my hyperfixation & actually listen to me & ask questions & support my views & theories i will simply fall in love with you

Asks That Start Off Normal But Progressively Get Dark

1- What’s your favorite color?

2- Coffee or tea?

3- If you could live anywhere and cost wasn’t an issue, where would you live? 

4- If you were a time of day, what time of day would you be?

5- What’s your phone wallpaper?

6- What’s a song that you relate to?

7- What would you do if you found a 100 dollar bill on the sidewalk?

8- Do you have any piercings or tattoos? 

9- What song would you want to get kissed to?

10- What song would you play at your funeral?

11- When’s the last time you cried?

12- What do you want to be remembered for when you die?

13- If you could commit any crime without consequence, which crime would you commit? Or would you not commit any crime at all?

14- Would you rather know the date or cause of your death?

15- What would you do if you found a dead body in a hotel room?

16- Are we really living or are we just slowly dying?

17- Do you like the taste of blood?

18- If you had to lose a body part, which one would you choose and why?

19- Would you rather be frozen, burned, or drowned?

20- If there's hell of some sort, do you think you’re going there?

21- How would you dispose of a body?

22- Would you kill someone you don’t know to save someone you love?

23- Would you rather be burned at the stake but die a saint beloved by all, or die peacefully but have nobody remember you?

24- Would you rather eat part of a human heart or a whole human eye?

25- What question would you ask the devil?

I can't it's in my syllabus though

an underrated detail in pride and prejudice is that elizabeth bennett was home alone on the day darcy proposed because she had a headache. can you imagine. this was in the pre-painkillers era. you're at home with a headache and then this asshole walks into the room and tells you he loves you and wants to marry you even though he hates your whole family and you're beneath him. imagine having to deal with that while also having a headache. she doesn't even have ibuprofen

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

She’s a 10 but she lives off of academic validation while simultaneously procrastinating like she’s been promised immortality

An extinct breed of lyric video from an era past...

She's no you // Complicated // Monster high // If You Seek Amy // Butterfly // Starstruck

Choking is great. But face grabbing?

Gripping them by their jaw and squeezing until their mouth is forced open...

The way their lips pout up...

The feeling of the inside of their cheeks sliding over their teeth....

Look at me...

🎀

When I finally take you, it will be raw—a slow death. I’ll hunt you with teeth, making you shudder with every inch I claim. You’ll feel everything. Your defenses shattered like glass while your quivering body gives way to my cock. You’ll come undone—admired and owned. All mine.

Newwwww hehehe 💓

weird little girls are born with divine innate knowledge about the universe