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You were spending the week at your boyfriend’s at his insistence. He pleaded you to spend some time with him because he missed you so much when the sun got up and he couldn’t be with you. So you complied. Your vampire boyfriend was just too hot and you were just too horny. A whole week in his house sounded like a great way to enjoy both.
But he still had to work, and you had a few hours of boredom with only social media to keep you company. And it was so funny to play with him. You couldn’t resist teasing him every once in a while. The idea came from one Tumblr post about driving your partner crazy while he was on a Skype meeting, and you thought about until the opportunity appeared.
“I have a long meeting this afternoon, will you be entertained all on your own for a couple hours?” He told you as he kissed your neck in the shower.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll try not to bother you too much.” You had to bite your lip not to smile. It was the perfect opportunity to tease him and, luckily, made him snap.
“You never bother me, babe.” Your heart skipped a beat, you still felt jittery when he said shit like that. He played the mean vampire card with everyone, but in the inside he was just a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that liked to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion as he spanked your ass red.
You took a shower and prepared yourself, your plan set in motion. Your boyfriend was taking the call in his study, and sometimes you sat in the couch he had there, just to keep her company as you read. It was nothing weird about it. So he didn’t suspect anything when you walked in wearing just gray sweatpants. You knew they looked indecently low on your hips, your happy tail framed perfectly.
You sat down on the couch and saw how he looked at you over his laptop. You didn’t listen to whatever the other person at the meeting was saying. You got yourself comfortable and opened a book. You tried to ignore the intense look your boyfriend was giving you, his eyes fixed on your naked torso as you rested one hand over your stomach and traced patterns there. You saw how his jaw closed and his intake of breath. You were sure he could smell your arousal, probably even the lube you used. He knew you were up to something. You didn’t say anything, still “reading” as your anticipation grew.
Normally it was your boyfriend who teased you, he liked to play with your for hours before letting you come. He loved to push a vibrating bullet inside you and play with the controller when you were out for dinner (you ate, he looked). He loved to tie you down and fuck you senseless. But today… today was your turn for payback.
You kept tracing your abs, occasionally gracing your fingers over your nipples, biting your lip until it was red and swollen. You kept it soft and innocent for a bit, biting back the smiles when you felt his eyes on you, clearly not paying attention to the meeting. But then you decided it was time, your cock looked unholy against your pants and you knew he could clearly see it from across the room. You pinched your left nipple and moaned softly, his super hearing enough to hear you. You saw his fangs descend as he choked on a breath. His eyes were focused on you, ignoring completely the meeting.
“What game are you playing, babe?” He asked, moving the laptop so his face wasn’t on frame when he talked. You smirked at him.
“Nothing… Just bored.” You answered, your hand going to rub your hardness through the pants, opening your mouth in a silent moan. You bet you looked completely hot, and the heat in his eyes confirmed it.
“Watch it.” He warned. The edge of danger in his voice made precum build at the tip of your cock. Dang, he was so hot when he was all commanding and scary.
“Or what? Are you going to punish me, sir?” You teased, using your best bratty voice.
“You are playing with fire.” He warned again.
“Then I’ll burn.” You said as you pushed your hand inside your pants. The outline of your hand rubbing your dick was clear against the fabric, your tiny groans fueling his anger. He growled. You panted.
He didn’t say anything else, but his eyes were glued to the point where your hand rubbed your erection. Grunts and whimpers were escaping your mouth as your boyfriend looked at you. The meeting completely forgotten in the background. You hoped he had his mic muted, but the thought of someone else listening as you got himself off in front of him made your dick jump.
You pushed your hand lower, playing with your balls for a second before going lower, playing with your wet, puffy hole. You prepped yourself in the shower, and you were so ready for him to pound you that your hole was twitching, eager. But you didn’t push inside you pocked and teased yourself, not wanting to come without his permission. You didn’t want to push him too hard, just enough that he lost it and became a bit feral on you. You wanted him to feast on your blood as he fucked you until you went limp in his arms.
“It feels so good, I’m so warm and ready… so ready for you.” You whispered. His nostrils were flared, his eyes burning. You felt hot all over. “I wish my fingers were yours, sir.” You added, the tip of your index finger pressing inside as you moaned.
You threw your head back as you pinched your nipple with your free hand, exposing the column of your neck to his hungry eyes. Your blood was rushing through your veins, you were sure he could hear your heart from across the room. That was what did it. He un-muted the meeting and made some excuses you didn’t listen to as you pushed two fingers inside your hungry hole, moaning like a whore. The sound of the laptop being closed harshly sounded deafening in the room.
He was looking at you, not moving, eyes big and pupils blown wide. His fangs glimmered as he slowly licked over them. Yeah… You were going to get ruined. “You were a bad boy today… You better run. Now.” He told you as you tried to get up and push your pants up, almost falling down. You got them sorted out as you sprinted in the direction of his bedroom. You heard him walking behind you, your anticipation and a bit of fear fueling your every step.
You almost got to the bed before you felt him wrap his arms around your middle, stopping you from moving. He pressed his whole body against yours, you could feel the outline of his dick against your ass. You pushed back, trying to get more friction. He rocked back into you, giving in what you wanted but not nearly enough.
“You need to be punished.” He told you, your insides twisting with anticipation, your dick leaking.
“Yes. Yes, sir. I’ve been bad.” You agreed, eager.
He chuckled. “If you want it so bad it won’t be a punishment. Maybe I should just leave you here, tie you down so you can’t touch yourself. Maybe I can jerk off on you. You wouldn’t be able to come. You want that? Or you want to come?”
“N- no, sir. I want to come. Please, sir, make me come.” You begged, you really needed to come. You couldn’t think of anything else that wasn’t his dick. His dick inside you, pounding you into the mattress.
“Just today, I’ll indulge you, because you asked so nicely.” He said in the softest voice possible. You knew that meant your punishment wasn’t going to be so nice. “Bed. Hands and knees.” You were so fast to take your clothes off and get into position that your arms almost gave out and you face planted in the bed, but you got yourself together at the last second. “This is how things are going to go: first, I’m going to fuck you until I come. I’m going to fill you to the brim and let it drip. Then I’m going to spank your sweet little ass while your hole is stretched and dripping with my come. And if you are good, I’ll fuck you again and let you come as I feed from you. Understood?”
“Yes!” You agreed, rapidly.
“Yes, what?” He urged, an edge of danger in his voice.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be good, please. Please… Plea-”
You didn’t get to keep pleading, he didn’t get you time. You didn’t even register him getting his pants down, but the next thing you knew was that his dick was inside of you, so deep that you felt him in his throat. He didn’t let you catch your breath, or even think about what was happening. He grabbed your hips and started a punishing pace, his claws extending and pocking at your skin. That was going to leave marks. Your arms gave out as he fucked you like a piston, he didn’t stop.
He pressed your head against the bed and pushed your ass up, your back arched in an impossible angle. You went pliant under his ministration, feeling hot all over. The only sound in the room where your “ah ah ah” every time he hit your prostate and the sound of slaps of his skin against your ass, a filthy symphony.
“Look at you, baby. Your hole looks so good wrapped around my cock.” He kept talking, praising you and calling you how good you were. His breath was labored, he was getting close. “You will look so pretty all stuffed up with my come… So cute.” You whined, clenching around him, trying to push him over the edge. “Yes, just like that. Your hungry hole is taking me so well…” You were ready to combust.
“I want it. Come in me, please. Fill me up.” You begged, pushing your ass back against him. And he did just that, burying himself deep inside of you, emptying his balls until you felt stuffed.
He pulled out as you cried out, your hole felt raw and used. “Look at that… You look so pretty like this.” His finger traced your abused hole, circling it, collecting some of the come oozing out of you and pushing it back inside. “Are you ready for your second punishment, babe?” You nodded against the pillow, unable to form words. He was massaging your ass cheeks softly, opening you up to stare at your puffy hole. “Prepare yourself.” That was the only warning you got before you felt his hand slapping your ass. Hard. You cried out and tears pooled at your eyes instantly.
The spanking kept going, He didn’t let you catch your breath, going back again every few seconds until you didn’t know what was happening anymore. You felt your ass raw and burning, bruises probably forming against your tender skin. It was heaven. Your face was wet from tears and your voice felt raw.
You didn’t know how much time it happened, but at some point he stopped. You whimpered as he massaged your abused flesh. “You look so good babe, your ass is so red… So pretty with my marks all over you.” He praised you, making your heart warm.
“Please, sir…” You said, your voice barely a whisper.
“I’m gonna fuck my come out of you.” You felt the tip of his dick against your quivering hole. He pushed in slowly, until his hips were flushed against your ass again. It hurt in the best way possible. “I’m gonna fill you up again, until you are all loose and stretched, until you can take it anymore. And then some more.” Every time he pushed inside, you felt everything. The bruises on your hips, your abused ass, your stretched hole… It was marvelous. You felt so close. “One of these days, I’m gonna tie you up and fill you over and over until you can’t take it anymore, and then I will do it again. Until you are crying and asking me to stop. Would you like that?” You nodded against the bed, not able to form words. You whimpered when he hit your prostate. “I got you, babe.”
He grabbed your neck and pushed you up, flushed against his body as he kept fucking you restlessly. And then you felt his mouth against your pulse point. He bit down on your jugular as he hit your prostate over and over. Each suck on your neck feeling like he was sucking your dick.
You had an extracorporeal experience, the pleasure so intense that your vision blacked out, and your legs gave up under you, but he supported you. He fucked you through your orgasm, your dick shooting so far you hit the pillow. He kept sucking out your blood, his cock hitting your prostate until you were so sensitive you started to cry. It felt too good. Finally, you felt his cum inside of you again, his dick twitching making you whimper again.
“I hope that taught you a lesson.” He whispered against your ear as he carefully placed you back on the bed, not caring about you landing on your fresh cum. You tried to nod, but you didn’t bother, both of you knew the truth.
Imagine saying this to the Robin Hobb who published her first book while financially struggling as a waitress and post lady with 4 children to take care of alone because her husband was an offshore fisherman in Alaska
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i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
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Remember when Lil Nas X beautifully explored his sexuality, seduced and killed the devil to the banger of all time, and instead of cheering on this openly gay and proud Black artist for his artistry and fighting back against respectability politics, suddenly said respectability politics was all the Queerest Place on the Internet cared about? Hm. Wonder what happened there.
Anyway I miss him and hope he's doing better with his mental health 🙏🏾
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for @tes-gala --my Vestige, in a dress that represents both the Serpent and the Shadow; alcohol markers/colored pencil/various inks on paper
(i'm posting it now bc i want to have at least something up before the Gala ends, and i am realizing that there is just no way i'm gonna finish the whole set of drawings i had planned between now and tomorrow night, no matter how much i want to! there are not enough hours in the day and i am also getting major hand fatigue 😅)
now for the lore behind my design:
i chose both the Serpent and the Shadow for her bc, as the Vestige, she has little to no memory of her former life before being murdered by Molag Bal, and so has no idea what her original birthsign would have been. the Shadow is an obvious choice for her both as a thief and a nightblade, and bc her past is hidden from her. there's also the fact of her technically being a Daedric entity now instead of the human girl she once was, casting a shadow over all of her experiences: a feeling of not quite belonging to the world again despite being in it. the sheer black overlayers in the skirt of her gown, as well as black being the main color of her look, were meant to represent the Shadow.
the Serpent is obviously represented by the snake that wraps around her body as a sort of belt and necklace. i chose the Serpent because of the way that as a constellation, it attacks and disrupts the other starsigns at random. for the Vestige, this symbolizes the way that her life was disrupted and the nature of her existence changed by Molag Bal and thus her original birthsign being lost to her. i incorporated it into her look by having it wrap around her body and throat to allude to the violence of both the Serpent constellation and her being changed into the Vestige.
the background is meant to be a bit of Fargrave-- as someone who is not quite a Daedra but also no longer a normal human, i imagine that of all the places she travels in her adventures, Fargrave and its sort of liminal nature feels very comfortable to her.
a close up of her face. i REALLY wish i could get better photos of my art! it always looks so much better in person. the best way i have found is to put smaller drawings in my scanner, but this one is 14×17" so doesn't even come close to being able to fit in the scanner 😭 and tumblr makes it look even more like buttcheeks...pls click the images to see them looking a little better at least 😥
i will probably finish the rest of the drawings i had for this event at a much slower pace, amongst my other projects and after i let my wrist have a little break 😅
I feel as though what drives most rude / inconsiderate behavior I experience IRL on a day to day basis comes from a place of having this unearned and unnecessary sense of urgency in situations that aren't actually urgent. I think if more people became aware of this completely unnecessary sense of urgency in situations that actually aren't urgent, it might make co-existing and sharing public spaces with other people a lot easier and more tolerable.
That text post that's been making the rounds that goes something like "Omg you made it to the same red light as everyone else but faster and more dangerously and recklessly, should we call nascar? Do you want a medal?" summarizes exactly what I'm trying to talk about.
It's like when I have to change buses at one of the bigger and busier bus stops, and the people who get off the same bus as me shove and elbow past me to get off before me, and then shove and elbow past anyone even slightly in their way on the way to the bus they're switching, only to end up on the same bus as all the people they shoved and elbowed with several minutes to spare before it leaves and plenty of open seats left.
I think this unnecessary urgency a lot of people feel in their day to day lives drives a lot of bad behavior. I'm not saying I'm innocent of this, I've felt it too in plenty of situations that didn't call for it, and regrettably was less kind than I should have been as a result. But I try to be aware of it, and always try to ask myself it it's really as urgent as my lizard brain is trying to tell me it is, and even if it was that urgent, does that still justify unkind behavior?
Is shoving or elbowing another person aside going to make the difference between whether or not you make it to the bus before it pulls away? (hint: at least where I live, most of the time that's a no because the drivers usually won't leave if they see people from another bus heading towards their bus). Is shoving and elbowing people aside in a crowded grocery store going to make any noticeable difference in how quickly you get your shopping done?
Does a few extra seconds of time actually justify cruel and unkind behavior towards people you perceive as slightly inconveniencing you?
Someone pointed out to me once how a lot of people, when out grocery shopping, amble through the aisles at a leisurely pace, maybe checking out this new product or that tester... But when the time comes to queue for checkout, all of a sudden everyone is super impatient and not leisurely at all.
That fully rewired my brain.
Ever since then I've tried to keep that in mind when I shop. If I'm not hurrying through the store, I'm not gonna be impatient in line for checkout.
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everyone needs to get weirder, yes, but also get kinder. get more supportive. get more loving. be good to your fellow fans, especially the creatives who give you art and gifs and fics and fancams and and and. treat each other well because on tunglr dot hell, we are all neighbors. and neighbors look out for each other
Look, Elementary made a load of really smart adaptational decisions with the Holmes canon, but re-interpreting the Baker Street Irregulars as a group of hacktivists who delight in making Sherlock do weird and stupid shit is probably one of the best.
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