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suna-cerely-yours · 2 years
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tonight, you're mine ft rintaro
warnings: fem! bodied reader, smoking, 18+, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, angst, fwb!suna.
a/n: i've had this in my drafts forever it's a miracle i actually posted this.
[2:07 am]
you up? im downstairs
huffing slightly, you put down your phone as suna's message lights up your screen. tipping your head back, you breathe slowly- once, twice- before getting up, shrugging on a hoodie and making your way to the door.
you leave your apartment building, the glass door closing with a click as you cross the walkway and climb down the stairs. suna stands there, leaning against his black lexus, head tilted towards the sky. you move closer, gravel crunching underneath your feet as he turns his gaze on you, head still tilted upward. slowly he straightens, lithe body drawing upto its full height, and shifting to face you.
"i won't kiss you, you know", you say, gesturing to the lit cigarette between his fingers. " i hate that shit."
"it's just one, i've been stressed lately - it's not that bad," he replies, carelessly bringing the cigarette to his mouth.
you huff a sigh, before stepping closer and grabbing his wrist.
"fine then, i guess i'll also smoke a bit- since it's not that bad."
hooded eyes watch as you bring his wrist closer to your mouth, lips wrapping around the cigarette.
you inhale- and immediately start coughing.
"this is- ugh- how do you even- "
smirking slightly he brings the cigarette up to his own mouth, inhaling.
"you have to, have to suck it slow- can't be in a hurry."
throat dry, you glare at him- fighting the urge to simply storm back to bed.
"well? you gonna get in or what?"
he crushes the cigarette and throws it in a nearby trashcan, before smoothly opening the door for you, gesturing you to get in.
climbing inside, you fiddle with the radio, the weeknd's sultry beats filling the car as suna climbs in and reverses out of the parking lot.
"do you wanna stop at mcdonald's?"
"rin we're literally driving to your apartment so we can fuck, hurry up."
"okay, okay fine- be like that."
"be like what? "
"nothing."
sighing, you tilt your head back. you never knew what went through this boy's head. sure, you guys weren't exactly friends- you didn't say hi to each other at parties nor did you acknowledge each others' presence at any time that wasn't past midnight- but still.
"i thought you were going home this weekend."
"i was- then something came up."
"oh."
awkward silence stretches between the two of you as rin pulls into the parking lot of his bougie apartment building. for a moment neither of you move, now listening to travis scott mumble about being the highest in the room.
reaching over, you let your nails drag against the nape of his neck, your hand reaching around to cup his face. turning it towards you, you lock eyes- his stare heavy.
you swallow, mouth suddenly dry.
"rin, i've been thinking lately that, that this can't go on. we've been at it for months and i'm literally moving across the country for grad school next month. it's better we wrap things up."
" you mean fucking? you wanna stop?"
"well we certainly can't continue when we're in different parts of the country."
his jaw works under your palm, teeth grinding together.
"so we just stop? and become strangers?"
"you're acting like we even look at each other in public."
" i look at you plenty, it's you who never looks back."
"rin, what are you even saying? we're just fuckbuddies, and it's time we stop. this was a temporary thing anyway, remember?"
mouth parting, he exhales- before slipping out of your palms.
"alright, i guess it's our last night then, c'mon."
the both of you make your way up to his apartment. he takes his time unlocking the door, swiping his key card multiple times. the door finally opens with a click, familiar surroundings meeting your eyes. the glass windows overlooking the city is the only source of light, moonlight illuminating his minimalist living room. the city bustles as usual, skyscrapers and billboards lit up. you'll miss this view, that's for sure, and maybe even the countless nights the two of you had spent looking at the view, satiated on his leather couch.
his hand threads through yours, uncharacteristically tender, as he leads you to his bedroom, and he's cradling your face delicately and kissing you- soft, languid and unhurried. you grasp at the soft fabric of his sweatshirt, trying to bring him closer.
he's moving you backward, till the back of your knees hits the bed and you lie back, him moving above you. without breaking the kiss he lowers your head till you're lying flat on the bed, him between your legs, one arm supporting himself.
he kisses you languidly, licking into your mouth, slowing palming your breast over your hoodie.
“this hoodie is mine, y’know. i was wondering what happened to it.”
“mhm, it’s mine now.”
huffing a laugh, he sits back on his knees, stopping his ministrations momentarily to simply look at you, lips swollen and hair messy.
his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, reaching over to unzip your hoodie, revealing a thin white camisole stretching over your breasts, nipples erect. his hands trail over your stomach, pushing up the camisole and sliding inside the waistband of your leggings, inhaling sharply when he notices your lack of underwear.
“so pretty, all f’me right? only for me,” he groans, peeling your leggings down and tossing them aside. parting your legs he settles between them, hooking your knees on his broad shoulders.
“rin,ah-”
you’re cut off as he presses a kiss to your cunt, tongue dipping between your folds to flick at your clit. sucking on your clit, he pushes a finger inside you, curling just so when he finds your sensitive spot, grinning as you whine, your hips shooting upwards.
“rin, please oh, just- i need you inside,” you moan, panting as he slides another finger inside, torturously slow.
“fuck, doll- you don’t need to beg, i’d do anything for you.”
you’re too turned on too notice the implications of his words, sliding his hoodie down your arms and slipping out of your camisole, watching as he pulls off his sweatshirt and grabs a condom, bringing it up to his mouth to open the packaging.
before rolling on the condom he grabs your hips and brings you closer, tapping the head of his cock on your pussy, sliding it between your folds, groaning at the friction. you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer, sighing as he finally rolls on the condom and pushes past your folds.
“shit, you always feel so good, fuck-”
“rin, faster, i’m so close, please-”
he obliges, thrusting faster, one hand slipping between the two of you to press tight circles on your clit.
you scream, lips forming an o as you hit your high unexpectedly, gasping as he continues pounding into you, sloppier as he chases his own high. you clench down on him, squirming at the over sensitivity as he cums, hips stuttering.
the two of you are silent as he pulls out, breathing heavily. you push yourself up on your elbows as he knots the condom, throwing it in the bin near his desk.
“i-”, you begin, unsure what to say.
his eyes lock on yours as he pulls you into his lap, burying his face into your neck. 
"you can leave in the morning, tonight i'm not letting you go."
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saracastically · 7 months
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now she’s all ready for spooky season—are you? 🌕🐺
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reallybadblackoutpoems · 10 months
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meditations on first philosophy (1641) - rene descartes
"who give a shit"
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glitchdollmemoria · 7 months
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actually. that post about how its important to have weird kinky queer friends. i think the same is true of really every type of ostracized person but in particular i wanna point it out wrt mentally ill people.
if you watch a movie villainizing DID or schizophrenia or something, and you think, "hey, this seems sort of like its based on what my friend has and theyre just a chill person, why are they making my friends condition seem threatening?" thats good.
if you see someone use narcissist as a synonym for abuser and you think, "what, no, im friends with someone who has NPD and i know theyre a kind person, this isnt true at all," thats good.
if you hear politicians try to frame addicts as violent criminals who should be locked up and you think "no, my buddy sam is just sick, their withdrawals are really painful and they dont have a good support system, they shouldnt be locked up for that," thats good.
being able to counter ableist rhetoric with "i know from experience thats not how these people are" is a good thing. like yeah obviously dont make friends with mentally ill people just for brownie points but also try to make the conscious effort to be open to friendship with people who have stigmatized mental health issues. and maybe even more importantly, be someone who makes it clear to others that youre safe to be open about these things with, because chances are youre ALREADY friends with mentally ill people even if you dont realize it, because a lot of us with more demonized conditions try to hide those conditions out of fear, and it helps a lot to know our friends are allies - and then we might feel safe discussing our experiences, IF we want to, and in turn that can help you better understand the realities and diversities of our situations and be less susceptible to ableist rhetoric.
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1dkwhat2name · 3 months
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It’s getting really hard to refocus my eyes now for some reason
like I’ll be zoned out and I’ll be aware that I’m zoned out but I literally cannot zone back in even when I try
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adriles · 6 months
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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess
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gravesaint · 3 months
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part of my job as archivist for a LGBTQ center involves working with an interviewing elder queers, and the disconnect between our generation and theirs is so upsettingly palpable. so many young queers think that elders aren't up-to-date on identity politics and are "set in their ways" when it comes to understanding the nuances of gender and sexuality, but that is so incredibly far from the truth.
if anything, the real problem is in the reverse. young queers aren't giving the time of day to our elders and its only alienating all of us from our shared history. just about every elder I've spoken to is doing their best to understand how our identity politics have evolved and is actively supportive of our generation adding our language and experiences to our sprawling rainbow tapestry.
there is also this strange idea that elder queers no longer contribute to that tapestry, that their time is gone and its only the youth making progress. but again, that prevailing idea is just alienating our generations from one another. most elders I've spoken to are extremely active in the community and work hard to do what they can to preserve our histories and assist in current activism.
the fact of the matter is that we are losing our elders, both to time and estrangement, and it is critical that we make conscious efforts to bridge the gap before its too late.
TLDR: We have to do better when it comes to including queer elders in our current activism. They are our history, they are our family, and we need to give them the same love they give to us.
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the-meme-monarch · 11 months
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we’re just abnormal men. we’re just abhorrent men
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isjasz · 17 days
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🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌖
(happy eclipse day yesterday🎆🎆🎆)
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pokeberry5 · 3 months
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boy hostage (spiritual successor to this)
big brother to the rescue:
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7roaches · 6 months
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sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea
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von-leg · 17 days
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I think this has been done already but I didn’t know that when I made this 😭
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the crucible (1953) - arthur miller
“ough”
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bibliosims · 28 days
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titania | an upper body tattoo. ⊹₊ ⋆
download | sfs (free, no ads)
TOU: do not reupload and never put this behind a paywall !
previews and more under the cut !
meet titania, my first tattoo (and ts4 cc) ever ! i’ve so enjoyed working on this little project and am already planning out the next one ! enjoy :)
psa the back tattoo warps kind of weirdly on certain masc frames, sorry ! also, there are 10 individual swatches per 3 opacity options, so technically it's 30 swatches overall
also feel free to tag me if u use these ! it’d be cool to see these in the wild 🫶🏻
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•☽────✧˖°˖ art by william heath robinson for shakespeare's a midsummer night's dream ˖°˖✧────☾•
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mmm-asbestos · 2 years
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thinking about hospital and university underground tunnels....
there is something about them....
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peridyke · 3 months
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my standard for future lesbian media is kinda set by the chainsaw man dyke with four demon girlfriends who she has on screen sex with
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