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snrrk mimimi snrrk mimimi
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loverdude · 10 months
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I stayed up all night for like no reason and only got tired at like 10:45 in the morning (to be fair ive been basically literally nocturnal lately anyway) and dozed off vaguely for like literally 15 minutes till my alarm at 11 and like. I'm so fucking tired I wanna sleep so bad but I gotta go meet w my dad first to help him move some of the last bigger stuff at my bf's old apartment and that should be pretty quick and then I can sleep but I'M SO TIREEEEDDD
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Kinda need this…
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schrodingersschlong · 9 months
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there's something about holding a guy in your lap and telling him that he's doing so well and being such a good boy while you're up to your knuckles with your hand in his shorts and you can feel him rutting against your fingers and he's just soaking your hand and you hear him trying to hold in his moans cause he's shy so you gotta remind him how pretty he sounds by pressing up on that spot that makes his brain turn off and
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zack-agere · 6 months
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You're still doing okay as a regressor if you... 🐥 🧡
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💫 · are usually upset or in a negative situation when you regress
🧃 · don't know what age you regress to
🥞 · act mainly as a caregiver but still regress
💫 · have done things you regret when regressed
🧃 · cannot control your regression
🥞 · are mainly a regressor but are also a caregiver
💫 · feel like a burden for being disabled and needing extra or specific care
🧃 · are worried to tell people about your regression
🥞 · can't really tell the difference between when you regress and when you don't
🧃 · are afraid of getting or don't want a caregiver due to trauma
💫 · do things considered "big" or "adult" when regressed
🥞 · are an alter who can't tell if you're a regressor or a syskid / ageslider
🧃 · deal with intrusive and un-childlike thoughts
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you are always deserving of comfort, safety, and a happy regression 𓂃⊹
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nightytime · 28 days
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hi, i'm not gonna make this any prettier <3 <3
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moondirti · 2 months
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cws: creepy behaviour that leads into future dubcon. you’re not enthusiastic but don’t hate it either? idk how to tag this
a home loaning system where civilians (who pass a thorough vetting by the military) can sublet their home as a safe house for any soldier who might need it.
you’re no patriot. when you sign up, you aren’t doing it to serve those who serve your country like the website suggests. in fact, it’s a last ditch attempt to keep yourself afloat after your roommate moves out and leaves you with a rent you can’t feasibly afford yourself. sacrifice your space in exchange for your housing fully paid for and a headache gone – it’s appealing, certainly, a little too good to be true. you’d suspect it a scam if the url didn’t end in .gov.
they ask for a lot, of course. a photo. your national insurance number, passport details and travel history from the past 10 years. occupation (student, which prompts a second question asking for your school and university ID). a ‘robust’ paragraph about your living habits. family history, health details. you must black out at one point, as you find yourself hitting submit hours later with no knowledge of what to expect.
that is, if you should expect anything. a confirmation email arrives moments later, and that’s the last you hear of it.
until 4 months later. a hefty sum hits your account, set to the exact amount you specified your rent + utilities to cost. the sender is the only indication you get that you’ve been accepted: the royal army pay corps. on their dime now, and expected to act with the utmost discretion – for your sake as much as theirs. you spend that night fighting sleep on the couch, waiting for a knock by some zealot in fatigues.
no one shows up.
not immediately, at least. gratefully – and a tad surprising given your infamously cheap government – you’re paid regardless of whether anyone requires your service or not. for weeks you treat it as passive income, gauze against bleeding finances, tamping your stress so you can focus on your studies instead. life begins to look up. the air smells a little crisper every morning. you sleep deep and well.
but the knock comes. belatedly, but it comes.
at 12 am, no less. you had resolved to pull an all-nighter to study for your midterm, so you don’t miss the low rap of knuckles against your door. though at this point, you���ve long forgotten of the expectation that can be delegated to you at any time. your apartment’s a mess: laundry unfolded, dishes stacked in the sink. what’s more, your spontaneous guest scares you out of your right mind. a quick look through the peephole is enough to tell you that he is not the pizza delivery man, but a figure towering over two metres, dressed in a balaclava and plain hoodie.
“who is it?” you call out, scrambling for an offensive weapon of any sort. you end up with a broom from the nearby cleaning cupboard.
“lieutenant riley.”
oh.
you crack open the door, poking your head out to give him a thorough once over. “you don’t look very military-like.”
“wha’ a shame.”
lieutenant riley then gives you no choice but to step aside, driving himself through the entryway through brute force. your instinct is to react with pure terror, tripping backward until the broomstick crosses firmly over your chest. yet flight rapidly switches to fight as he dumps his duffel bag by your shoe rack and rummages through your fridge.
“hey! don’t they teach you manners in basic?”
“wouldn’ last a day if they did, pet.” he tucks three water bottles under his arm, then picks his stuff off the ground once more. amidst the warmer light of your home, he stands as a herculean anomaly. shoulders that fill the foyer, each hand as large as your skull. his eyes – shadowed, framed in isolation from the rest of his face. and when he stares, unease bleeds into you. as black and void as his civic garb, forming a tightening grip over your heart.
this strange man is in your home.
this strange, large, dangerous man is here to stay for however long he needs.
he lacks all propriety and unabashedly ogles at your bare legs, adjusting himself in plain sight – and to make things exponentially worse, he isn’t uninvited. you brought this man here.
(which means you’ll have to put up with the strange violation already settling in your chest.)
“your… your room is on the left.”
he says nothing, disappearing to where you point him.
so, the lieutenant is a fucking nightmare.
whatever benefits came with having your rent paid for are immediately negated by the amount of food he consumes. groceries that last you a fortnight are gone in a matter of days, which is perplexing given that you never see him cook. you imagine he slips whatever he can down his throat before going back into hibernation, like some beast too primal for preference.
you call it hibernation because that’s what it is. he knocks out for hours, door locked, no sound or light coming from the gap underneath. you once spent half an hour just listening in after he hadn’t shown face all day, wondering whether you’d be making a call to corpse control for the dead body in your guest room. the effort had been purely motivated by concern, you swear it, however hard that was to explain when he stepped out a few minutes later to find you on your knees, cheek pressed against the floor.
the look he gave you is impossible to forget. hungry, amusement palpable behind the eyes that immediately fix onto your raised behind. you stopped wearing pyjama shorts that day. partly due to your discomfort, but mostly because the pair goes inexplicably missing from your laundry basket. a voice tells you to check under his pillow when he steps out, but the possibility is far too upsetting to seriously consider.
not like he’s above it, though. he crosses so many boundaries, you’d think they weren’t common courtesy.
of such instances: in the months since your roommate moved out, you’d gotten into the bad habit of keeping the bathroom door unlocked. while that is your fault, the terror himself isn’t blameless given his address of the situation. he should be able to hear the water running as you brush your teeth or wash your face, and yet he walks in anyway, pulling his heavy cock out to piss as you try to ignore the way it heaves between his legs, even when completely soft.
“doyewmind?” you hiss one morning, mouth still full of foam. it looms in your periphery, fat and ruddy. a trail of wild hair leading down to–
riley shoots you a blank look. “no’ at all.”
then tucks himself back into his pants, hand smoothing across your lower back as he slips out. it occurs to you to be grateful that he keeps away when you shower, up until the absolute absurdity of your standards hit you like a killing blow.
the bar is in hell.
(yet you sneak a finger between your legs sometimes, only when you’re absolutely sure you’ve locked the door, and imagine how things would unfold if he were to infringe on your most basic of rights.)
it doesn’t take long before your quiet fantasy is realised. all it takes is for you to come home particularly late one night – heels in hand and makeup a mess after letting yourself loose at the end-of-term party – to find riley waiting on you, unmasked.
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sovereignsystem · 4 months
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Shout out to alters that do chores/household tasks for the body. You are heros ♡
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konigsblog · 3 months
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thinkin’ about könig fucking you in the bath... water spilling from the tub, your bodies wet and his voice condescending and cruel as he mocks you for being so shy, attempting to hide your wet, soapy body as he fondles and gropes your ass... 🛁
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enden-k · 8 months
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ineed-to-sleep · 1 month
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Grabbed a couple templates and drew my touchstarved mc again heehee
Relationship chart template that I used is here <3
Intro and flower templates are from the official rss site
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he’s like a mutual to me
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millyhelp · 2 months
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But cockwarming Jason Todd at ANY given time. Just scrolling through your phone or even just sitting there on his lap while he’s reading or watching something literally anything just to be close to this man. That’s my whole brain constantly. Doesn’t matter if he’s reading a classic or sitting at a computer watching cameras or literally anything I need to be physically attached to this man to the point where I’m 2 seconds away from being underneath his skin with him.
Just let me sit on this man lap and hold him and just chomp on his neck/shoulder while he plays with my hair. That’s it’s.
-💤 anon (if you’ll have me that is)
OKAY BUT THIS!!! (I love to have New anons)
Sorry it took so long to answer this too, I was really sick :/
I would love to have a Jason to do cockwarming 😭
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For me Jason 100% loves being in contact with you.
Having his dick resting inside your warm pussy is definitely one of his favorite things.
He's too tired while he has to investigate a case and there you are on your free day.
"Can you come here, ma?" Jason's soft, deep voice calls you and you go to him with those beautiful legs.
Wearing just your his shirt and your hair tied in a ponytail
"Do you need anything babe?" You look curiously at the muscular form of your boyfriend sitting in front of those computer screens with nothing but his white Versace underwear.
"Can you?... hmm" Jason sighs and throws his head back, closing his eyes. He was too lazy to talk, but you already knew what it was due to the circumstances and the large mark on his white underwear.
You just walked over to him and sat it in his lap. Jason smiled when he felt you grab his dick and take it out of his underwear. He watched you do everything. Jason shuddered as he felt your wet core embrace his cock.
The big hand just helped you adjust. Jason has never been so happy to give you the rule about no underwear while he's home.
"Thank you, ma." a kiss was left on your shoulder and you smiled placing your face in Jason's neck.
And there he was again. Working while his girl was keeping him warm and kisses were left on your shoulder every now and then with a smile.
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agnosticmoney · 1 month
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i dont know what my artstyle looks like anymore!!1!
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was supposed to be a doodle but does it rlly qualify if its fully colored-
he has like fifty pillows its insane guys
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emojiturtledaily · 9 months
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Sleepy stack 🐢💤
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[Submission] Day 892: 🐢 & 🐢 & 🐢 & 🐢 & 💤
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