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potionpeddlerpatchy · 2 years
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Hi, yes I please enjoy this smut drabble that came to my mind for no reason other than I think of Sero often and what he would do
cw: sero x afab!reader, mirror sex, creampie.
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“Why do you have such a large mirror in your bedroom?”
That is what everyone always asks. The people - friends and family, acquaintances at times too -  whether they be lucky to get a grand tour of your beautiful home during a holiday or summer barbeque, or they were there to enjoy a chill Saturday night at your place, whenever they would glance into your master suite and see it the question would be uttered.
You always had your reasons, excuses though they may, lined up and ready to go once that dreaded question was uttered; often times the answers left your lips before your brain could think to utter them. 
The main go-to response was usually for getting dressed. That a large mirror like that was a practical item in making sure outfits looked right; a larger mirror makes it earlier to see everything from head to toe, and from different angles after all. Can’t go to work or out for some fun without making sure the outfit looks cute, right? 
Usually, that was more than enough to satiate their curiosity; everyone had a mirror in their bedroom for that reason after all. But some people never were fully convinced, and they would probe again over the gigantic size - surely someone wouldn’t need one THAT big for just outfits?
To which, you had a planned response for it too. Mirrors in the style you wanted were hard for you to find when you were furniture shopping; either the material was wrong, the shape of the mirror was not idea, or the size was too extreme on either end. And well, you figured if could only get two out of the three things of your ‘perfect mirror wishlist’ it only made sense to forgo size and get the style and sturdy material.
Some would end there, shrugging their shoulders and just agreeing with you on that statement; furniture is after all hard to get perfect unless you were making it - and they all knew you were not a master furniture maker. But some, like your nosiest friends, would still prod further - to ask why you would go so large instead of smaller.
The phrasing would almost always make you giggle, but nonetheless, you kept up your composure; simply stating that it was all due to the layout of the bedroom. It was no surprise that your master suite was much larger than the other bedrooms in your abode. And with all the extra space, you would have to find some way to fill it. A smaller mirror would just emphasize just how large and almost barren the room was, by adding a ginormous mirror it helped fill the space and keep things in order - feng shui and all that.
Every single question, every single poke, and prod at your choice in decorating was always handled with grace and a reason - especially that comically large, wide, mirror that sat on the far wall across your bed. It was simply something that made sense and ended up fitting well into the grand plan of your home.
You could never fess up that it was your boyfriend who wanted it.
When you both bought the beautiful home, Sero allowed you to do as you pleased; to decorate the place how you saw fit. He claimed you had a better eye for it, but it was mainly because of how cute it was to see you excitedly come home every day with something new to add. But when it came to your bedroom, he had only one request. Well, more like one stipulation. That you could make it as pretty as you wanted, but he was the one to choose the mirror. 
And when he came back home with that mirror, one that stood taller than him, you knew the reason why.
And that reason was why you had to make excuses, why you had to tell little white lies to get people off the subject because it was simply too embarrassing for you to say; a topic your poor little self couldn’t handle discussing.
It was because you always looked so pretty when you came.
Sero loved having you sit in his lap, legs spread over his own to gain the perfect view of your cunt for both your eyes to feast on, as his fingers stretched you out. How his other hand would force yours in place as you watched your own essence dripping down your thighs, how they would shake uncontrollably as he skillfully built you and kept you there for what seemed like hours.
And when you would whine, beg and cry so pretty for him for some form of release he would simply chuckle, kissing your temple, and murmur into your hair  “Can’t cum unless you look, sweetheart” 
It would take all your might to pry your eyes open, to meet his briefly before staring down at your abused and aching pussy. Only then would he finally give you what you wanted. “That’s it, pretty girl, look at you. Look at how pretty you are.”
But of course, that was never enough for him. He loved watching how your little hole took his cock; loves seeing it stretched and drooling as he bullies his way in. Loves seeing your wreaked face as you struggle to keep up, to allow him in, as broken moans ring like a sweet melody in his ear.
“Look at you, taking me so good. No one can take my cock like you can baby, no one. Look at how well you’re taking me gorgeous, come on.”
He taunts you whenever you try to hide, hips stilling their delicious friction until you have to look. Your need for release overpowered any kind of shyness you held, and he always uses that to his advantage as he whispers praises in your ear; the tickling sensations added to your heightened senses and sending you repeatedly over that heavenly edge.
The night always ends with him getting too enraptured by it all; too compelled by your cries of his name - so broken and sweet it drives him wild. To the point where that wonderful glass is pressed against your skin, the cool sensation is a stark contrast against your abused and heated flesh of your face and chest, as pins you against it. Hips unrelentingly pounding into you and the sounds of flesh meeting yours filled your ears as your moans fog the glass. 
It is only now that you are gifted the sight of him; of how his face changes and contorts to the pleasure you give him; truly a shame you are so far gone to truly appreciate it.
And when he finally cums, finally fills you up in the way he knows you crave and allows your poor body the respite it needs from his pleasurable assault does he sit you back in his lap to watch as his milky cum drips out of you.
Yeah, you guess you could say it's best to come up with an excuse for the mirror in your bedroom.
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ickypuppi3 · 1 month
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has anyone actually written a lost boys harringrove au because i feel like that’s what’s missing from my life
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redstarfish-art · 9 months
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Something has just occurred to me.
1. Jason’s biological mother was working in a medical base in the middle of a random patch of desert in Ethiopia. 2. The League of Shadows’ main base is on a random patch of desert somewhere (when it’s not in the mountains or Tibet). 3. Tim’s parents go on obscure archaeological digs in random patches of desert.
O_O
Conclusion: I need to write this AU.
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capfalcon · 2 months
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superbat pretty woman au when
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natjennie · 9 months
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okay my love of night at the museum as a kid actually totally tracks with how much I like bbc ghosts and other six idiots content now. I'm connecting the dots.
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warmcoals · 2 years
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rgu anime epilogue where utena sees a cool weird little car drive up to her in the Real World and anthy steps out and she's all "😍😍😍" but then she sees a flash of yellow in the passenger seat and the door bursts open and nanami falls out stuck on the seatbelt chewing it and cursing up a storm and anthy literally clings to utena's legs begging "please can we keep her" while her tomboy tries desperately to just walk back inside and stay forever alone
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gochujangst · 10 months
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The urge to say "jackin off" when u have a puthay
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auguryes · 2 years
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finished the sandman show earlier tonight and someone tell me why i’m thinking about will being a dream vortex.
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danieandflars · 2 years
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Elijah: this is my boyfriend Daneel, and this is Daneel's boyfriend Giskard
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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spooksier · 5 months
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passages that make you whisper "oh my god"
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inkskinned · 4 months
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”
So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.
And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.
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bloodybellycomb · 5 months
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One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.
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cozylittleartblog · 2 months
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cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes
just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks
there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.
edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.
#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
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retquits · 2 months
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1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱
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