someday I should tell him I’ve been calling him my “dom-senpai” for half a goddamn year and see what happens
He RPs, I wonder if I’m good enough at writing words to RP with him?
Maybe I can come clean and we can have an arrangement where he keeps pouring more of his decadently sadistic filth in my ear and I keep half-finishing art requests for him
Je vous present: my oft-mentioned dom-senpai. The one and only real human being that has been able to turn me incoherent with lust and confused anger. The person who has brought out feelings in me that I wish had remained buried, but that I shamefully, so shamefully allow myself to embrace in my most private hours.
That’s him. That’s the puppet master who cursed my dick.
roboporn is good for my health.
when characters are both incoherent with lust and still in-character
I need to get back into a writing-conducive state. This will be finished. I will fuel my poor attempt at erotica with righteous anger at the universe.
it’s been an hour and I have 3 sentences of fanfiction written, I’m so angry fuck writing
(gasping or something from ss, burst of arousal or whatever)
I don’t fully register what I’m typing in my own fic outline until after I type it, I can’t believe it
I take a break from working on my fic outline then I come back to it and the phrase “knock knock here’s my cock” is in the direct middle of the screen, what the fuck is wrong with me
where would a giant robot get a riding crop or a rattan cane, this is stupid I’m stupid
ten minutes later and I still intend to do it, you can tell I’m committed,
I went to get food and I started getting all “aw but that’s effort and I’m tired,” but then I remembered how angry I am and I punched those thoughts right in the face
I don’t know how the logic and reasoning of this situation is working out in my head but goddammit I am going to do a thing.
Posthole 