Can't stop thinking about getting fucked awake.

Just waking up to a thick cock/strap pounding into me slowly yet so rough and deep. I'm still in a daze, my mind unable to catch up at first and so I'm squirming and whining for you to stop cause it's too much. So please, stop just a moment so I can sort my thoughts and think.

But you won't let me. You pin me down and keep on using me, forcing me to take it as you coo into my ear how I just need to be a good girl and relax. "Shhh just like that. That's right, baby. You don't need to think, you just need to be good for me, hm?."

And so I melt, moaning and whimpering as I get overwhelmed by it, feeling you so deep as you make me cum again and again until I'm unable to think about anything else the entire day.

Accept your Beauty!

So I wrote this cute lil thing a WHILE back, and decided to post it on here because to this day it's still one of my favorites! (INeedthisinmylifeaseithertheleeorthelerplss)

Compliments are hard to accept sometimes. This is what you thought when You had squeaked out "Nooooo! I'm nooot!" As they Called you Beautiful. You were Absolutely not prepared for the feirce, yet loving look they give you. Slowly, they say "Stay. Right. Here. I'll be back.". The change is so sudden you're shocked into staying Like a Good Little Lee as they go out of the room, coming back with an ungodly amount of pillows and covers. Not able to help yourself, you smirk. What were they gonna do, start a pillow fight? Your question is Promptly answered as they shove you onto the bed playfully, grinning and saying "Stay Still Little One. I have an idea". Genuine Curiosity keeps you still as they begin placing pillows under and around you strategetically, Propping you up to as comfy a position as Possible, and covering everywhere but your face and tummy with the pillows. They then grab the covers, wrapping them around and under you, tucking them in tight. With a start, you realize their plan. Trying to wiggle, you find yourself entirely immoble under the pleasant, gentle weight of the comfort items, and the expert knots They tied using the lighter of the blankets. They Just Mummified You with Pillows and Blankies! They sit where your thighs would be, stretching out, and Whispering "You're Beautiful." You start to protest, but your response is broken up by giggles as they gently begin tickling your tummy. They Start to pepper your face with kisses, punctuating each one with Praise. The Forehead, neck, jawline, cheeks, nose, even the ears, they kiss you all over, tickling your tummy with more intensity every time you protest. kiss You're Stunning! kiss You're Amazing! kiss You're My Entire World! kiss I love you, so much! kiss You are worth it! kiss You are Important, and Special! kiss You are Perfect, AS. kiss YOU. kiss ARE! kisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskiss!!

This goes on for anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours, you lose track of time to be honest. All you know is that You're Blushing at the shade of a Cherry Tomato, and Flustered Like Heck, when you finally cave: "OKAHAHAHAHAY! OKAY! I'M ADOHOHORAHAHBLEHEHEHE!!" They Immedeately slow the tickling down, winding to a stop instead of stopping abrubtly so that phantoms don't plague you, and gently, when they're certain you've caught your breath, they say "Say it Again Sweetheart!". You look away, grinning like a fool, and Squeak out "I-I'm Adorable...." You look back up and see the genuine affection on Their face as they kiss you one last time, on the forehead, and untie you, cuddling you under the mountain of soft now. You bury your head into their chest flusteredly, and they gently affirm One last time "You Are Positively Precious, Absolutely Amazing, and such a Cool person. I can with Confidence say that you have made my life 100% better by being In it. I love you, and REFUSE to let you regard yourself as anything but the Royalty You Are. I understand Accepting Compliments Isn't the easiest, but I'll make it my mission to keep reminding you of Who you are, until One day, you Can Look in the mirror and See what I see when I look at you, my Darling <3" You giggle happily, nuzzling into their chest some more as you feel your heart race, and your chest heat up. You Would let them win, for now~

I wish I could be a live-in pet for a group of friends. just me being free use for any of them whenever they'd like. I'd have my own room, but it's rare I would sleep in it. or if I ever did, I'd usually wake up full of a cock/strap or cum. it wouldn't matter if I was washing dishes, watching TV, or on the phone with a friend. one of them would just start fucking me any time they were in the mood, filling me to the brim as many times as they wanted. and maybe all the friends could fuck me at once just to see how much I could handle. with one dom being soft and telling me to cum while another is hard and warning me that I'll be punished if I do. not knowing who to listen to and knowing I'll be punished either way. not having to worry about silly things like what clothes to wear or what job to have. I would be naked all the time so they had easy access, and my only job would be serving their cocks/straps.

just live-in pet things.

I wish tumblr had a trick or treat where you just go into their ask box and say “trick or treat” and they just gave you… SOMETHING. Doesn’t matter what. It could be a random ass headcannon or drawing or just a random photo they found on pintrest or something. I’d totally do that

What’s a fantasy you have that will always turn you on?

Sucking on my besties breasts while I grind and hump against her thigh, her arms around me stroking my back gripping my neck and petting my hair, her telling me how good it feels and how much she loves me, nipping at her fingers when she squeezes the breast my mouth wasnt on, her slipping her fingers into my mouth and caressing my tongue, kissing her softly long and lazily, going back to her chest and kissing and sucking and just worshipping her

When John pulls Sherlock close saying “we’re going to have to coordinate,” they don’t run off immediately.

There is a pause and John and Sherlock blink at each other and John’s eyes flit to Sherlock’s lips. Their breaths are hot and mingling and pupils hella dilated.

The moment is broken by the sound of pursuit. So then Sherlock helps John over the fence.

Fast forward to some time later, maybe it’s years, maybe even after the whole Eurus debacle if we pretend s4 is real.

They are drinking in silence and the lights to 221B are dim. Sherlock asks John out of the blue “were you going to kiss me?” And of course, John is not following because John cannot read minds and doesn’t know that Sherlock had spent the last hour turning this over in his head. But also the answer is yes, whatever the context, because since their first case, the answer was yes, and right now, that is the one thing in their tumultuous life that has not changed.

His (verbal) answer is more along the lines of “mdiwkqj- come again?”

Painfully slow, John tries to work out when they were even in close enough proximity for that to be a possibility and it clicks. So he pretends that he is every bit the idiot he thinks Sherlock thinks he is, that he cannot remember even though for two years he had regretted not taking that chance.

But Sherlock is not called a genius for nothing - “you know exactly what I’m talking about it’s painfully obvious” - and John accepts defeat.

Then John goes “yeah I was.” And he’s all put upon like Sherlock was gonna get all awkward and talk about how he was unattached or whatever but then Sherlock goes “good because I was going to let you.”

And there is a sigh filled with the weight of wasted time and then John walks over to Sherlock’s armchair and kisses him and then they have to stop because they’re smiling too much.

The end.

(AND. THEY. BOTH. LIVED. HAPPILY. EVER. AFTER)

Tagging:

@topsyturvy-turtely

Pin me the fuck down and stuff me till I feel like bursting, then massage me like the champion I am for taking it all.

Rewatched episode 1, have we considered this?

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

East Asian fanartists are starting to migrate back to Tumblr because Twitter is insane, toxic, and dying, and what we're NOT going to do is let the fucking exclusionists get them, do you hear me? We are not going to let a bunch of feral idiots try to apply the most myopic version of puritanism to foreign artists we're not we're not we're not. Form an armed brigade if you have to, do you hear me. We're not going to bully the artists who may or may not even speak English because we have our precious standards of moral purity. If we see art that makes us uncomfy we're going to block the artist and tumblr savior their name so we don't have to see them again AND WE'RE GONNA MOVE THE FUCK ON.

If I knew how to draw it would be over for you hoes <- is an artist

Hyperfocus: Palms

I can tell the second I come in, that you've had a long day. I mean, you make a valiant effort Hiding it, turning the small exasperated expression into a smile, doing your best to mask the tired look in your eyes. While I understand you not wanting me to worry, that doesn't mean I'm not going to. However, I also understand that sometimes you try to bottle those feelings up. Nah. Not on my watch. I smile, walking over to you gently, and hugging you, then taking your hand gently and sitting with you, interlocking your hand with my larger one. Still quiet, I use my other hand, lifting your palm as if Inspecting it, and tracing the lines. I hear you make a small ticklish noise of Suprise, and grin to myself. "Something wrong, Darling? No? Okay~". I continue the tracing with a single finger, until it becomes figure eights, then Random Patterns. One finger becomes two, two becomes three, and I keep it at three, all gently skittering and tracing your palm. I grab a feather from the nightstand by the bed, it's blue, stiff, and unbelievably soft. I slowly trace it across your palm, all of your fingers, as if I were covering them in paint, leaving no spot 'unmarked'. I take a second while tickling to lock eyes with you, seeing both the flustered joy and the soft gratitude. You know damn well what I'm doing. I , on the Other 'hand' (Ba dum tssss) know damn well that you love it. After a long while of me gently tickling, listening to your happy, soft sounds, I turn to lock eyes with you. Carefully, I try the question that's been on my mind since I saw you today. "So, how was your day, sweetheart?". There are no teasing undertones to this, no need for them. I'm genuinely curious. So I sit there and listen as you break down and tell me, never quite stopping the palm tickling, though you never quite ask me to. When you're clearly done, I slow the tickling down until I'm just holding your hand, and using my other arm, I pull you into a hug, Laying back with you softly. I whisper into your ear: "Thank you for telling me, darling.". I don't say much else. Don't need to. I just gently rub your back, cuddling you and kissing you on the forehead. Caring about you. Recharging with you. Allowing all of the day's Negative energy to slip away, fought off by love. Through it all, still Holding your hand.

I don't plan on letting go.

YALL

tattoo, but its autopsy scars

hey btw if you're in the USA at  2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.

if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.

additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.

i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."

"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.

Rabbits

Some bonus art, I initially started making this in a totally different art style but changed my mind about halfway through lmao, here are the parts I finished