*peeks Around A Corner To Do A Double Take* Did You Update Your Icon?? It Looks Lovely And I'm Obsessed.
*peeks around a corner to do a double take* Did you update your icon?? It looks lovely and I'm obsessed. (Or if you didn't, I'm just woefully unobservant haha.) Also--THIS IS ME YELLING AGAIN BECAUSE AAAHHHH I MISSED YOUUU *THROWS CONFETTI*
YES I DID UPDATE MY ICON <333 THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH
nono, you're very observant haha.
AHHHHH *ALSO THROWS CONFETTI* I MISSED YOU TOOOO
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Welcome to a new series I’m calling Midnights Mayhem With Me. I’m going to be using this technological advanced device to help me allow fate to decide exactly what track titles I’m going to be announcing and in what order. In this cage are 13 ping pong balls, labeled 1 through 13 each representing a track on the Midnights album. So let’s leave it up to fate. (ft. Meredith)
absence / blog reconstruction
ahhh hello everyone !! i'm back (??) i know i've been gone for another 1-3 months, but i swear i'm settled to uni life (well, not settled settled since we're always surviving > thriving lmao) and am slowly making my way through thousands of notifs. [and I mean THOUSANDS... love you all lmao <333] i'll get back to my messages + being a functioning human soon!
i also have not written in the last few months (surprise, surprise), but did manage to do a lot of reading, so maybe i needed to refuel my creative well. i'll probably post some drabbles here and there as i get back into writing.
i'll try and go ahead and do preptober, but i'm also attempting to update my blog! just feel like it's long overdue in a way...
anyways, hope you all have been well! can't wait to hop into your asks and get some updates <333
i hate it when she says “no,” like her word is final. but with every goodbye i give, she offers amends. have a good night, she ends, even after every fight.
money, the taboo topic no one dares to touch on, is nonexistent. yet, she works long hours, back breaking, head aching, so that her children can eat without worries. don’t worry about the money, she insists, i’ll take care of it.
thousands of miles apart, we used to fight like cats and dogs, and i still can’t swallow down my pride in front of her, insistent on winning. except when she calls me and tells me, encourages me, not to worry, guilt eats at me.
can i rewind the last few months? change my own mind?
this is love: complicated, emotional, unconditional. the love of a mother.
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softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | you're convinced you can take him, but you can't
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CONT.
“I want you!” You cry, wiggling on Ari’s lap. God, he’s so infuriating. Every time, your best friend leaves you panting and wanting him, but then he pulls back, smug. Sometimes stiff and restrained, making you wonder if there’s something wrong with you. As you squirm against him, his hands go around your hips, stilling your movements, and your breath can’t help but hitch when he stares down at you, eyes hooded and intense.
It’s this Ari that you’re unfamiliar with. Daddy, he whispered in your ear when he fingered you once, and you cried the name without a second thought. He likes to be called that—Daddy. And you realized that you liked saying it, too. You feel safe around him—though you shouldn’t.
When he leans in, you shrink back. Like a prey realizing that they don’t have the upper hand anymore. And when he jerks his thigh so that it hits you right there, you fight back a whimper.
“You can’t take me, baby,” he says softly, mocking you. He’s disappointed that you can’t handle it, and it just makes you more determined. “You’re so tiny, my cock would split you in half.”
It can’t be that big. But your mind turns to mush when he grinds you against his thigh again, tugging on your hair to devour your mouth. His tongue runs along your lower lip, and you clutch his shirt, reduced to cries and please.
You just want to feel full. Full of him—and that’s what Ari wanted. Wanted you reduced to a jumbled mess like a dumb baby so that he could fuck you senseless. Until you squirt around him, until you pass out.
“But… Ari,” you whisper. “I can take it.”
“Mhm. Like you took my finger the other day?” The thought of it drives him insane, so desperate to fuck you. Just this morning, during your sleepover that you thought you had, Ari woke up with his nose against your panties. It only took him mere seconds to rip off the shred of fabric and reduce you in a puddling mess while he ate you out.
To help ease your ache, he told you, and you believed him.
He doesn’t even need a proper excuse anymore: you’d let him do anything.