mirnsey
Mirnsey.
♡︎𝒞ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹♡︎ Matching with @Echo
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young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can
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sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me
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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
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what if i pinned you beneath me and wedged my leg between yours and forced you to hump it till you cum like a good mutt. what then
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Guess who’s not dead pookies.. me!! And i can’t get farmers son out of my head after a c.ai bot.. so.. this will definitely turn into a full fledged oneshot because i dug my own hole, and im gonna get myself out of it. Def gonna have nsfw themes, and inexperienced Msub.
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❥ Farmer’s Son who was first confused about the mention of you going to live with them, his family on the desolate country side, for as long as it took for you to ‘straighten up’. You sounded like a good person, why did you need to live with them to fix you? What needed fixed? You seemed fine..
❥ Farmer’s Son who was immediately baffled with how you dressed and acted. He had been warned about woman who were raised in the city, but he had never actually met someone from the city. Closets thing was his father pointing at some woman at church whose skirt was too low, and even he felt like that was weird.
❥ Farmer’s Son who realized only after a week of you living with him and his family that the whole ‘city girl thing’ was definitely just a lie. You weren’t a bad person —maybe in the eyes of god you weren’t the most golden child— but you carried your own weight around the house. You washed your own dish when you were done with it, helped around the farm best you could, followed what his parents said (usually) by the first call.
❥ Farmer’s Son who easily became friends with you. It was simple of course as the closest house was too far away to even yell to someone. If he wanted a friend, you staying over at his home was the only way he was gonna get one so far.
❥ Farmer’s Son who only after the first month and a half realized the way you looked at him. Was there something on his face? More dirt on his clothes than usual? Did he smell of all things? But none of the gazes seemed to hold disgust, and none were fleeting. All those looks seemed to bore into his figure, and any time he caught you doing it, it felt like he needed to cover up more than he already was. It was weird.. to have another woman who wasn’t his mother or the woman at church who complimented him on his great behavior look at him, and for a definite different reason than those woman.
❥ Farmer’s Son who after a while knew you could tell he stared back. Every look placed on you that he thought was secret was followed by a laugh and a wave of your hand, or even just a widening in your smile that told him he wasn’t being secretive at all. He had done it ever since you had gotten out of your car with your bags. It was a weird feeling whenever he saw you, a squeezing around his heart, a flutter in his stomach.. a stirring in his pants. He had barely had any thoughts in his thick skull any dirtier than how soft your skin might’ve been under his calloused and worked hands or how nice it would be to help you do your hair after a shower, maybe even sit with you while watching a movie and rub a hand up and down your back while you cuddle. He was what his parents would call ‘smitten’.. whatever the hell that meant. Though, he felt a deep flush on his cheeks anytime you were around. Your confidence was alluring and the way you carried yourself was enticing. It was altogether a new feeling for the farm born boy, especially one inflicted on him from a woman.
❥ Farmer’s Son who soon realized you may have liked him for a.. slightly different sense than he did. He had walked past your room after working on the farm multiple times, and most of those times he could hear you yapping off to your friends on your phone. He heard multiple name drops, the most repeated was his name, and different things he had never heard before. Or at least when he did hear about it, it was pastors trying to terrify him out of it. Is this what city girls talked about? Just.. all the time? He couldn’t help but wonder as you laughed when one of your friends called you out for something devious you had spoken. One topic he heard a lot when standing there was how you barely have time for your phone outside if your room, as the parents letting you stay there usually have you up doing chores, so you didn’t have any pictures of him. You couldn’t even send your friends back in the city proof of this ‘hot country guy you would wanna fuck’, as you had said. You even said something about liking his accent! What did that have to do with anything!? It wasn’t like these people were gonna meet him.
❥ Farmer’s Son who felt himself tense immensely when he was passing your room, a creak from the wood under his shoes a bit louder than anticipated. He could hear you pause in your gossip and his heart almost stopped with it. He hurried off to his room, not caring for any more sounds from the old wooden floor as he closed his door quickly, though not slamming it due to not wanting an earful from his father.
God.. he didn’t want to show his face again..
❥ Farmer’s Son who tries to avoid you after that point, not wanting to be spoken to about what he had heard. If he knew any better, he hadn’t heard anything. Nope.. not at all. Though, it’s hard to avoid someone when almost everywhere you are they are tracking you down with a wide smile on their face, peaking their head around every corner to try and talk to you. He would just turn his head away immediately when hearing your voice or seeing you jogging over to him from another part of the ranch, spinning on his heel to go do other farm work somewhere he hoped you wouldn’t guess to look, with blushed cheeks and that weird feeling if his trousers getting tighter.
❥ Farmer’s Son who realized after avoiding you for almost half a month, and somehow dodging conversation at or after dinner, that he was pinned with now where to go in either directions. You both had been pining after each other for weeks, months now, and after that embarrassing encounter it felt as if he had ruined something. He was technically eavesdropping, and he didn’t want you to be mad about it, so he’s trying to space. And.. that space is making him want you more.. how is he gonna try and mend things by not interacting with you, when that just makes him want to talk to you further. To get to know you. Figure out your favorite color, to see how well your hands fit together when they are held, what food you like to be cooked the most.. what it means to ‘sixty-nine’ someone..
His parents were going out to the farmers market to not only sell things from their own but to also buy some things they may not already make themselves, which happened to be hours away. And you just so happened to want to stay back at the farm due to ‘not really knowing’ what to do at a farmers market. And than their son just so happened to be stuck with staying at home and still doing his farm stuff and to make sure the farm animals don’t get too rowdy. They even joked that you should teach him things about the city and what it’s like before leaving, though it didn’t seem too much like a joke.
So you two were alone.. together.. but alone.
❥ Farmer’s Son who is inevitably cornered by you in the upstairs hallway, his eyes looking everywhere but you as you look up to him, hands reaching out to be placed in the wall next to his ribs. You’re not even as tall as him and it feels like your presence is suffocating. He has to look down at you sooner or later, and once he does you just speak to him as if pinning him against this wall to speak was normal.
❥ Farmer’s Son who is slowly coaxed and led into this whole different world he had seen as demonized since he was a tike. Everything felt intoxicated as he was integrated into it. Your fingers in his hair, his hands pawing at your waist, your bodies pressed together as your lips slid against each others. The kiss was inexperience, teeth clashing, and sloppy, but to him it felt like heaven. Maybe god blessed him with this opportunity to be with you and to be introduced to something better.. maybe it wasn’t that bad..
❥ Farmer’s Son who came in his pants not too long after kissing you, teetering over the edge suddenly when feeling your tongue passing his lips and brushing over his. You were pleasantly surprised of course, looking down to the widening wet spot stain his pants as he panted above you. You of course explained what the whole feeling and what he had just done what too him, a big smile following as you even asked him if he thought he could do it again, pressing kisses to the skin of his jaw. You could watch all day as the sun kissed skin of his neck turned redder in embarrassment and lust, one of the things he had been taught to stray away from for so long. But not that he’s got a taste of it he doesn’t wanna step back. You were getting all the answer you needed as you worked him up again with your lips pressed to his skin. His fingers digging into your lower back to keep you as close as he could to his body, and the cracked moans and whimpers leaving his lips definitely conveyed something to you.
Seems he would be learning.. a lot that afternoon…
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Turns out me being in my slump was just me being lazy—but we don’t talk about that Pookie. Hope you guys like this, as i was definitely be making a full fledged oneshot soon enough about this as this happens to be my little cycle rn. Writing penguin small, and then something bigger stemming off that smaller one. And I’ve like never written in a style like this, so tell me if you like it and any tips ig.
Love you guys ❤︎︎❤︎︎
#ఌmirney’s moronic workఌ#writing#oneshots#domreader#msub#fanfic#sub character#dom reader#femreader#OC x reader#reader x oc#farm boy oc#farm boy#cowboy#cowboy oc#farmers son#farmers son OC
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒
𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
꧁❧𝐀/𝐍: i know this lazy man would definitely be a pillow princess Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)☙꧂
꧁❧𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mommy kink, Sub!Dazai, sex toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pegging, squirting ☙꧂
Dazai whines impatiently as he tries to fuck himself on your silicone cock,large hands groping your breasts as he squirms, desperately trying to get some pressure on his prostate.
"Cmonnn," He moans out. "I can't do it by myself, Mama.
You roll your eyes playfully and buck up into him. He gasps out as he arches his back,obviously not expecting that direct thrust into his prostate. Dazai leans forward to brace himself on your chest,hips sloppily grinding down on your cock,desperatly chasing that feeling.
He groans in frustration,looking down at you with a scowl on his face. You smile innocently up at him before grabbing his hips and beginning to fuck up into him at a brutal pace. Dazai mouth falls open as the force of your thrusts bounces him on your lap.
"Yesss just like that, mama." He hisses out as he throws his head back,hand drifting to his cock while he chases his orgasm. You slap his hand away and slow down considerably, Dazai whines in anguish as he writhes on your lap.
"Stop fucking teasing," Dazai growls out "Fuck me mama- mommy please?"
A knot of heat gathers in your lower stomach at his words before you flip the two of so he's on his back and your staring down at his flushed face. Dazai stares up at you while a smirk slowly spreads on his face.
"I knew you couldn't say no to me." He says proudly.
You silence him quickly with a well aimed thrust,hips pistoning in and out of his tight hole. Dazai cries out something unintelligible as his hands grasp at the sheets underneath him.
"You really can't do anything without me helping you can you Dazai?" You croon out as you thrust into his trembling body,hips rolling to target the sweet spot inside him.
"M'sorry," Dazai gasps out "sorry mommy."
Poor thing doesn't even look like he knows what he's sorry for,his eyes rolled back,face flushed a gorgeous red. You smile down at him and cup his face in your free hand gently.
"Don't be sorry baby,be a good pillow princess and cum on my cock." You say gently as Dazai nods his head,his legs spreading wider as you fuck him fast and hard. He cries out when your hand wraps around his swollen cock,gently stroking it as you grind into his prostate.
"Need to cum mommy," Dazai moans as he fucks up into your hand "so close,need it mama."
You speed up your hand on his cock and kiss his forehead tenderly. He mewls loudly as long ropes of cum spurt from his cock,his balls drawing up while he cums hard. You let go of his twitching cock but keep thrusting into him.
"Ah! Ahh, too much. " Dazai whines out as you grind into his overstimulated hole. His eyes are wide as he jerks and shakes his head,shaky gasps falling from his bitten pink lips.
"Take it baby,lie down and take it." You purr out while you watch,with sadistic fascination, his cock slowly getting hard again. Dazai shudders violently,registering the look in your eye,he throws an arm over his eyes with a shaky moan.
You pull the arm away from his face with a quiet "nuh uh" and you lace you fingers with his. Quickly adjusting your grip on his bony hip,you grind into his prostate slowly. Dazai's eyes screw shut as he digs his heels into the bed,you smile gently down at him as you bring him to the edge again slowly.
"Feels so good mommy," Dazai mumbles as he stretches slightly,his back arching while you reach out for his neglected cock. He whimpers out a plea when you grab it,you reach towards the bed side desk with a sudden idea.
Dazai's eyes are closed in lazy bliss before a tight,squishy something envelopes his sensitive cock. His eyes snap open as a startled moan fills the air along with the sqeulching of the fleshlight going up and down his cock.
Dazai is practicaly panting as he tries to fuck up into the flashlight and also push the dick deeper into his prostate. His eyes are hazy as he stares down at the fleshlight gripping his cock,you smile in absolute delight at the sight in front of you.
"Faster mommy," Dazai groans, tears beading on his lashes "Milk my cock,please? It hurts s'bad."
That's all you need to hear because you immediately begin to fuck into him eagerly,your hand squeezing and stroking the fleshlight on his dick. His body jerks while you abuse his cute cock,his face scrunched up as he topples over the edge.
Dazai fucks into the fleshlight desperately,his cock twitching as he fills it,his abs tensing as his body abruptly hurtles towards another orgasm.
"Still- still cumming!" His balls draw up,desperately trying to produce more semen to fill the fleshlight. Dazai is sobbing and writhing, his cock getting more and more sensitive. You lift the fleshlight up so it covers only the flushed the head of his cock.
You squeeze the the fleshlight a couple times on the the tip to tease him but you watch in surprise as Dazai's entire body jerks,his long limbs flail a little before his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. You tilt your head and keep moving the fleshlight solely over the head of his cock. Dazai jerks again and babbles about how weird it feels before he stills and his cock jerks.
Dazai let's out a low moan that travels into a high whine as he squirts out a clear liquid,his jaw clenches while he fucks the soaked fleshlight. You watch on with a slack jaw, watching him arch and writhe on the bed before going limp.
You lift the fleshlight of his cock and lay a soft kiss on it,stifling a giggle as his hips jerk weakly. You climb up his body and wipe his sweaty hair away from his forehead. Dazai cracks an eye open and smiles slightly,you just can't help but smile back.
"My cute pillow princess," you kiss his hand mockingly as Dazai scoffs.
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Guinea Pigs Eating a Grass Field
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I went to this like museum/zoo/aquarium today, as I’m visiting family in an different state, and the aquarium was the best part, but in once place it was like a little ecosystem with stingrays and fish, etc. and on the glass there was a sing that said ‘Welcome Kiwi!’ Or smth, and it was this little white spotted stingray who was only 1 yrs old, her birthday is like May 10-12, and I’m gonna wish her a happy birthday this year. But back to the point, she was in a tinier part of the exhibit where there was a pane of glass separating her from a bigger stingray who looked exactly like her, and it may have been her mother (Papaya) or her father (i don’t remember his name). But i kept thinking of it as her mother and it was so sad because when we first went by they were swimming into the glass trying to get to each other, and then we left for a little and then came back, and the bigger one seemed to stop but the glass you looked through, and the baby kept trying to get past the glass. Literally crying.
I have videos and some pictures of them and it still makes me sad hours later
Tl;dr: Something, something, stingrays, something something, symbolism, something something, 𝒾 𝒶𝓂 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓇𝓎．．𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓇𝓎.. something something, im sobbing
#stingrays#stingray#mom and daughter#mom and baby#mother and child#mother and child bond#literally crying#idk why#symbolism#animal symbolism#animals#aquarium#zoo#museum
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the new in-house artist is kinda eye-catching...
early access + nsfw on patreon
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i cannot stress enough how important it is to show writers that you like their work. leave a comment, reblog, send asks. it’s the least you can do after reading someone’s work for free that they’ve put all their time and effort into.
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Guys, sorry to break it to you, but I’m black…
and just got my hair done, so don’t expect any posts for the next weeks while i learn how to move my neck again
(I barely posted anyway, you will not see a change)
#꧁i should shut up꧂#writing#writers block#black writer#black reader#black hair day#black hair#head hurt#head pain#I’m gonna kms/j#GUYS DONT CALL THE COPS PLEASE
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"Mr puzzles how we feel?"
Pookie I feel that you have a type, I feel that we all have a type in fact.
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I FEAR I HAVE A TYPE AS WELL. 😰🙏
when will villainous attention seeking pathetic tv men get out of my life. i want these twinks DEAD AND BURIED.
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make a girl smile today.
give her a sword.
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