so inactive that i don’t even have mutuals on tumblr how does this app work
also shoutout to wally decking mr manfredo, something he has clearly wanted to do for approx forty years
Don't forget animated video game Sherlock and watson
And last but not least, lo and behold
(Honorably mention to merlin and King Arthur, the medieval Sherlock and watson)
"Doomed by the narrative" is sexy and all but i think the narrative wanting to save a character who is utterly set on dooming themselves isnt as much of a thing and it's so good as a concept
the pipeline of fixating over some thingy
You, every night.
Drabbles
businessman bf (bottom male reader)
School Spirits
coming soon…
Yellowjackets
coming soon…
Creepypasta
coming soon…
Supernatural
coming soon…
and more to come!!! <33
GN!Reader x businessman!bf
NSFW
Not proofread bc it's almost 1am lol
You dont even remember what you were mad at him for, but you decided to ignore all your boyfriends calls that day out of spite.
When you heard him open the door, you didn't know what to expect from him. Now, hours later, you knew you should've recognized the look in his eyes.
Your hands and feet were bound with his tie, your face buried into the pillows as he pounds into you with his fat cock.
"P-pleasseeee I-im sor-ry.. ah!" you hiccup out as a string of muffled moans follows when he switches positions, constant pressure on your bundle of nerves. He decides to ignore your pleas as he fucks you even more ruthlessly, making your mind go blank.
He grits his teeth as he watches his dick dissapear inside your tight hole, his hips slamming onto you as you cum again. After you've came more times than you can count, he buries himself into your hole before finally releasing his ropes of cum inside you, watching the sticky fluid drip out of you as he pulls out.
"Fuck.." he groans from behind you, and a camera flashes as you lay with your face smooshed into the sheets and your hands and feet bound with his work tie, your brains fully fucked out.
"I need to be bratty more often" you think to yourself as your sweet businessman bf unties your bondage and begins cleaning you up with a washcloth.
kicking a hornets nest.
my mum just called "scrolling on Tumblr" "scrumbling"
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
they/them // bi w a pref for da ladiesss// afab // IM IN SO MANY FUCKING FANDOMS OMG // ermmm idk what else
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