#d rambles

I need a new job so badly but I literally can’t afford to quit and even looking the last three months I haven’t found anything. I work a few jobs but the main one takes up so much of my mental bandwidth that I’m starting to have some real issues 🥹

I don’t talk about my personal life a ton on here because I’ve had it used against me before but I miss being on here consistently. I want to not be overwhelmed by my inbox and answer the shit I have in there so I think this weekend since I have a breather I’m going to go through some of it and respond to some of the questions I’ve got. I’m working on finishing up some of our stuff because I want more things completed, at least on the stuff that’s sort of on a cliffhanger.

I have literal hundreds of drafts of requests that are so good and some deserve full fics however I need to get something else finished first. I’ve been dabbling with blurbs here and there thankfully but my ADHD meds stopped working for me so I’ve been trying to find natural remedies to get me to be more organized.

Low key, it’s kind of debilitating to feel as scrambled as my brain does sometimes. I feel like it’s rare for me now to be able to lock tf in. They were working so so well when I was updating The Teacher consistently and then they stopped… and I tried to stick with it but apparently my body isn’t responding to them anymore. I’m not even sure how that works but, 😶

I’m trying to finish Teenage Dirtbag because that was what was voted on and I have a good bit of it done. So if you love Fratrry you’ll get that soon. I also want to finish bff Dadrry but there isn’t too much left on that one. The main storyline is kind of complete and it’s more just growing pains that could be check ins for them, but I want a little more for them. I feel like my brain has so many ideas and so many things it wants to do but there aren’t enough hours in the day. I wish I had unlimited time or days to myself so I could just chip away at the loose ends, you know? It would benefit everyone.

hey yall! So I did a thing.

You want to hear the jingle jangle of the links rattling together; scraping over concrete as she rushes towards you when she hears you coming down the steps.

You want to hear the choked gasp as she runs out before she can get close enough to rub herself against you.

You want to watch her struggle to reorient her body, twisting and straining, trying any position she can think of to get her needy cunt even a fraction of an inch closer to where you stand, just close enough for her to smell your intentions, just far enough away to keep her from doing something about it.

And once you step into her space, get her in your hands, you want her to have enough leash to try and flee, because what's happening to her isn't what she thought. Because she doesn't know that you put a security camera in the corner. Because she doesn't know you saw her touching herself without permission last night.