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spinelessf15h · 5 days
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trek-tracks · 2 months
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This is it, the worst post I've made in the history of this blog
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Title: Be-comings of Ardor- pt. 3
Synopsis: Raian is tired of waiting.
Tags: 18+ MDNI. Choking. Raian being nasty as per usual. Masturbation. PnV Fem! Reader, whos absolutely obsessed with Raian.
Authors Note: Tumblr made me repost this twice and im so heated. Thank you @hoe4rairai for the gif because they wouldnt let me do anything else... This was supposed to just be practice but- yknow some things dont always pan out that way
"C'mon- take my cock Master" He sneers. Its mocking and it only makes you clench tighter. "Cant-fuck- thought you could take me" Raian grins maniacally when he fucks roughly into you at the same pace as your hiccuping cries. Its about time he got you to shut up. All those desperate looks and stupid fucking questions just to have you exactly where you belong. Underneath him. Worshiping him with your tight wet cunt.
"All that big bad hero talk and now you're whining in my pillow"
"Hips up, I want to dig deeper into whats fucking mine. C'mon" He's laughing gleefully as he fucks into you, hips bruising from the force of his cocking driving into you. "You said 'please' so take what i fucking give you".
You dont know how much you can take, he's already come inside you more times than you care to count. Heated and slick and gushing out of you in embarrassing squelches, but you still hold your hips higher for more. No matter how badly they're shaking.
"I know" Raian mockingly coos "Is it starting to hurt? Hm? My Master having a hard time taking her demons cock? You want a break?" You cant even consciously nod before he's yanking you up against his chest and pounding you harder. He's holding you by your throat, keeping you upright. You're useless to try and do anything else. Warmth pulsing around him at his words. Doesn't help that he's right. And that you want him to keep going.
"Asking all those stupid-shit you're tight" fucking questions" He's growling as he moves your bodily so easily the way he wants, pressing you back down into the bed and holding your neck firm as he grounds into your g-spot. Laughing over your sobbing
"It's what you get for blue balling me all this time. You know what you did- so you'll be punished for it. Be grateful that your cunt even gets my cock"
Maybe you shouldn't have teased him for so long.
It starts small. Things of this nature usually do. Pieces of puzzles clicking and echoing in victory when they are launched into each other. It makes sense. Those pieces. For you and your demon are one in the same now. Hearts synced to beat together no matter location or time. It slows when you drift off to a dreamless slumber, and very nearly beats out of your bones when it trips over itself to catch needed blood flow. All you can think of is him. Every waking moment catches the scent of his ash. Makes the words clog through your throat when he walks pass. Tongue heavy with an itch that needs to feel- to taste.
You think at some points he very well may be able to read your mind. But it wouldn't be surprising when your souls are encapsulated to one another. The heated looks begin, and for days you feel scorched and burned. It wouldn't be so bad if you didn't return them in tenfold. You are unashamed at your desperate perusal over his body whenever you get the chance. Though you don't say much and you're strong enough to not need protection, when you do ask him things- it gets his blood bowling. His cock throbs when you look up at him and ask if he can open a fucking jar.
You? A human that has murdered countless of your kind just to greedily get your hands on him. You ask, pretty and pouting when you look up at him, if he can open a jar of pickles for you. Knowing that if you squeeze lightly, you could break the whole jar. It nearly makes him want to bend you over the counter, fuck that cute expression of faux helplessness into sobbing cries of his name. He doesn't care if there are onlookers. Let them see the demon claim his prize.
But he wont do it just yet, he wants to see what his quiet little master will do. Wants to see if you'll beg for it.
You didn't know why you were teasing Raian. He was in fact, a literal demon. But you couldn't seem to get passed the power trip of you having a practical shadow by your side. After the match you two were pretty inseparable. He was just a hair breath a way at all times. Except when you slept. Raian practically let no one touch you on the battlefield. Or anywhere really. The growling would begin and the heat would start to permeate through his hands. And you were not pressed to stop him. The Kure clan hardly gave you looks anymore and they practically ran to get out your way. And you're perfectly fine with that. Even getting closer to him just so you can have your piece and quiet.
It becomes a problem. Him. Raian. He becomes a problem. An insufferable tease. Passing by you so closely, just so you can feel him drag his weighted length against your back. Doesn't even say excuse me. You find that you don't want him to. He's a dick to you, but that really is just part of his nature, not something you can help when you're one of the most powerful demons on Earth. He makes you feel dirty for just staring at him. Especially because you know that he knows how much you want him.
You find that at night its keeping you awake. Heart racing, but you know its not your doing. Its his. You can hear him through your shared wall. One forced upon you once you got the demon. You hear the heated hiss and growl. Hitting his head on the wall when you know he's grabbed his cock tight. Slick sounds permeating both your rooms. He's vicious, talking to you through the wall. Knowing you're listening. "cant wait till i get my hands on that little cunt of yours" "Been practically begging me with those stupid eyes" "I'm going to fuck you into the ground, but i wanna hear you beg before you do it"
You don't really help your case, especially when you whine against his groans. Clenching your thighs when he talks like that. No one has ever spoken to you so disgusting before. So ashamedly. You've never had someone want you to this degree. You shouldn't be so excited about this prospect, but you were never the most sane to begin with.
When you finally get up the courage to go to the demon, he's talking to some of his clan members. You stand there, staring at the purpling veins clinging to muscle under his skin. Blonde hair damp from one of the fights he'd been in. Perusing and devouring his figure so greedily, you don't care if anyone notices. He's mid sentence, giving instructions that make your tummy quake, when you utter the word please.
The archaic demon freezes at your soft utter, you cant tell if the followers even heard you. He shoves them out of the way just to come as close as possible, chests touching and it almost scares you. How much his smile is so wide its cracking his face, his eyes turning red in the need to devour.
He quick to grab your face, you dont even try to stop it. You're tired of waiting.
"Knew it'd be a matter of time before you fucking begged for it."
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goodluckclove · 12 days
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When readers insult writers: yeah man it happens
When career writers insult career writers: professionally inappropriate but honestly potentially enticing in a gossip-y sort of way
When career writers insult new writers: wow what a doofus move
When new writers insult new writers (directly): I Am About To Commit A Crime
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mesukohi · 2 years
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Hammock 🐍
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gennsoup · 2 months
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It is almost a relief to believe in evil again, knowing at last that for some things there is no excuse.
Marian Engel, Sarah Bastard's Notebook
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gramarobin · 8 months
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I hope you take a moment to read and think about this. I hope it moves you to have as much empathy for yourself as you have for others 💛
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cctinsleybaxter · 8 months
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more respectable to pretend no one even asked a question and just re-type your answer like it’s an original poignant thought + format it for instagram than to be screenshotting your own backlog of tumblr asks. they didn’t even finalize the divorce for land’s sake
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katyunderthebed · 7 months
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Sorry i’m normal. im normal. im normal
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maiibaby · 4 months
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Nothing happens if nothing happens.
Do with that what you will
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frameacloud · 1 year
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The Therian Círculo is or was a group of three therianthropes in Brazil. Their names were Centauros, Luna, and .'.A+A'.'. The group wrote a blog from 2008 to 2010. Here is an excerpt from a piece by Therian Círculo, in the original Portuguese:
O Belo Equílibrio.
Harmonia Animal e Harmonia Humana, eis aqui o Belo Equílibrio! Nunca se deve esquecer a Fera. Nunca se deve esquecer o Humano. Assuma a Total responsabilidade pelo que você é e faz.
A Theriantropia não é desculpa para suas tolices.
Here is a rough translation to English, with help from machine:
The Beautiful Balance.
Animal Harmony and Human Harmony, here is the Beautiful Balance! One must never forget the Beast. One must never forget the Human. Take full responsibility for who you are and what you do.
Therianthropy is no excuse for your foolishness.
The last word could also be translated as “follies” or “nonsense.” This excerpt is from a blog post their group wrote in 2010. You can read their whole article here.
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unfeelingmyself · 11 months
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fight-4-my-life · 5 months
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What is 16 days of Activism?
It is a call to action and a reminder that violence against women and girls is the most pervasive human rights violation worldwide. There is No Excuse for gender-based violence.
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It's 2023 and violence against women is still happening at such high rates all around the world that the goal of ending violence against women by 2030 worldwide will not be reached. There has been a lot of progress made in many countries, but the fact still stands that globally 1 in 3 women will face gender-based violence at some time in their lives. That is far to high a number when women are such an important part of society.
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itlswhatltls · 5 months
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DE LA FUENTE COUNT YOUR DAYS YOU BITCH YOU BALD FRAUD I WILL HAUNT YOU IN YOUR NIGHTMARES
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klarolijahs · 2 years
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Five Kisses - PT V
I'm sorry, there's no justification - but the final part is here. I'm sorry for such a delay, but I hope it was worth it.
“After seven siblings and three children, I was certain none of you could surprise me.” Colin sighed as Anthony’s signature amused drawl reached him. “But I daresay, you’ve surprised me Colin.” 
“Yes, he truly has, hasn't he?” Benedict mused with an air of mischief. 
Colin resisted the urge to roll his eyes and elbow both his brothers in their sides, but was thankfully gentlemanly enough to remember where they were - standing at the entrance of yet another society ball. This time at least, it was familiar company at the Duchess of Hastings yearly ball. He knew exactly where and how he could escape, if he felt the need to do so. 
Or if finally, finally, he managed to get Penelope alone to talk. Or even in a mood where she didn’t mildly glare at him and find any excuse to avoid him. 
At Lady Mcmillan’s ball last month she had quite literally hid behind a rather gaudy flower arrangement before Colin pointed out that he could recognize her hair anywhere. He’d recognize her anywhere, period. She had only sniffed in ire, told him she wasn’t in the mood for another of their conversations and promptly situated herself next to her mother for the whole evening. 
Now, Colin had a clear path in mind - get Penelope to see how sorry he was, how deeply troubled by the pain caused by his actions, and convince her that his feelings were true. But dealing with her mother on the other hand, (Colin took a sharp intake at the thought that the path he was on, the endgame he so desperately wanted would eventually lead to the woman becoming his mother-in-law) was a whole other ordeal altogether.  
For the past three months he’d been steady in his path. Appearing at every society event, asking her to dance at all of them, conspiring with his sister-in-laws to ensure she couldn’t refuse him, showing up at every family outing to the park so he could promenade with her. Hell, he’d even joined Eloise on her weekly trips to the featherington household claiming to be a chaperone just so he could see Penelope. He’d subsequently had Lady Featherington throw Felicity at him the whole time, as if he didn’t have a clear memory of the day Felicity was born - making her no different to him than Hyacinth. 
But he was desperate to prove to Penelope that he wasn’t going to leave. That he stood firm against her indifference and lack of reaction to his efforts. He meant what he said on the balcony that day, he meant what he said in those letters - letters she still hadn’t read. 
He wasn’t going to leave.
Whether she gave him the time of the day or not, he wasn’t going to leave. 
Tonight, another mind-numbing ball was just another opportunity to prove himself. 
“I haven’t a clue what you mean.” He said dismissively, scanning the room for any sign of Penelope. He finally located her, standing at Felicity’s side and strongly apprising a Mr Jaffer, who was attempting and failing it seemed to gain her favor. Jaffer, or another one of Felicity’s suitors would eventually take her on a dance, which was when Colin would needle his way in, making it quite impossible - as Penelope had irritability said once - to refuse him when he stood next to her with his hand extended out towards her with a pleading look on his face and the whole room watching. 
Last week, on a promenade that she was clearly not happy about, Penelope had put on a tight smile on her face and asked what it would take from him to go away. He’d only smiled brightly, wrapped her arm tighter against his, steadily ignored the rush of heat he felt and continued walking with her while she huffed and hissed. Once she’d looked at him like he hung the moon and stars, now she regarded him with a weary glance and sad eyes. And it hurt. It hurt like hell. 
But everytime Colin felt a jolt at her response to him, he remembered that he very well deserved it. And if at the end of this path he was able to make her see how serious he was - about her, about them - then it would all be worth it. She could glare, scowl, hiss, spite, and frown at him all she wanted. He’d endure, he’d weather. 
Anything and everything was worth it if it led to her. And him. And them.  
Read the rest on Ao3
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thesoundofawesome · 1 year
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Heads up fellow white women!
White liberals & white members of the LGBTQ community can be racist. In fact, many of them are! Many can be found on tumblr as well. Lots of white liberals like to pretend that they give a shit about Black women but the second a white woman goes for the same brass ring as a Black woman they drop the Black woman like a hot potato. For example, Katie porter. The woman has done nothing of serious substance. Yet, she gets credited for things that Black women have done or watches while her white followers trash Maxine Waters(a Black woman who has done more in her life than Katie could EVER dream of doing). I’ve noticed a lot of LGBTQ white women fawn over Cate Blanchett. The woman who not only worked with Woody Allen but STILL continues to support & work with Roman Polanski. Known pedo & rapist. But, Will Smith slaps a guy to defend his wife & HE’S the one who needs to be tossed from the academy. If we aren’t confronting this in the community then we are part of the problem. 
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