#doubtables

[tommy-doubterson]

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Oh god. Not the Zero-Width Space.

[manga-miscellany]

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[you2018]

AND a droopy eyelid for Marcus we were ROBBED.

[tiredtriedfailures]

you gotta have the self respect to leave unfair relationships and get as much as you give from someone VS you are a futureless queer whose family will disown as soon as youre out and on top of that destined for a lonely existence

[crescentmp3]

they should give me a medal for most scared guy alive i think i deserve it

[nockstormbringer]

PLATONIC TELEMACHUS WITH TWIN SISTER READER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHES BASICALLY A COPY OF ODYSSEUS AND A MAMAS GIRL WHO TRIES TO KILL THE SUITORS REGULARY

Napping || Telemachus

Synopsis → Telemachus with a twinsister! Reader who is a mini-Odysseus.

Warning → The Suitors, Voilence, Abuse, Telemachus lowkey being a hypocrite, Mentions of Monsters

A/n → Oh my god, I'm finally able to post, currently in English finishing this request. These two girls in my English who are sitting right next to me are rough housing and laughing so loud, its embarrassing. 🤡

Word Count → 697

↳ Oh my god, Telemachus would absolutely dote on his sister. Doesn’t matter if she’s the elder or younger twin.

↳ Though if she is the younger twin, he’s absolutely gonna be that brother who constantly reminds her of it. Doesn’t matter place or time.

“Y/n/n, I’m just looking out for you. It’s my duty as your big brother to defend you.”

“You’ve never even been in a fight.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

↳ He’s so hypocritical too, like yeah, sure, you’ve fought monsters and won fights against men larger than you, BUT, he advises you that climbing that rock could get you hurt.

↳ He’s such a dork though, and gets excited every time he finds something he thinks you would love. Like a cool rock, maybe something that use to belong to your father before he left for the war of Troy.

↳ Telemachus no doubtably defends you against the suitors, even if you’ve proven to be able to handle them in a fight.

↳ He’s watched you fight many battles, and win majority of them, so when an altercation starts up between the suitors and/or himself, he knows you’ll be there to end the fight quickly and swiftly.

↳ He fears for the day you come of age, worried that Queen Penelope can no longer prevent you from marriage.

↳ Even so, he knows that suitors could absolutely kick his ass, so he tries to keep you away from them at all costs.

↳ Telemachus loves spending time with both you and your mother. At least once a week, there will be a day where you three just do whatever. From spa sessions, to long walks alongside the shoreline, the same one in which Odysseus promised to return from.

↳ You both are constantly told of how you both resemble Odysseus, whether with your fighting skills, personality, traits or just overall everything that made the King of Ithaca so him.

↳ More than once, have the servants been spooked, especially those who have been serving the castle from before you and Telemachus were born, because of how much you two look and even act like Odysseus.

↳ It’s one of the biggest things you two are praised for, and one of the biggest things the suitors hate about you both.

↳ After a particularly hard day, whether from a fight gone wrong, the suitors were somehow worse than usual or just feeling gloomy, you both just rest with each other.

↳ You two just sleep in either your own or Telemachus’ room, or even the garden. One time, Penelope found you two sleeping against Odysseus’ statue.

↳ Argos' so cute, he switches between sleeping in yours, Telemachus and Penelope room. Absolute cuddle bug of a dog, he's so loving.

↳ Telemachus would be torn between wanting you to accompany him to get Odysseus back. He doesn’t want you to get hurt on the journey, but he also worries for what the suitors will do.

↳ Obviously you go with him, but he was still hesitant.

↳ After that whole ordeal, big family reunion with Odysseus!!

↳ You all cried, like a lot. Penelope and Odysseus have their lovebirds moment and it sends both you and Telemachus into tears.

↳ But yay! No more suitors!

↳ Its sort of weird at first adjusting to Odysseus being home again, considering you and Telemachus hadn't actually known him before the war, but you all fall into a nice routine.

↳ Odysseus makes up for lost time and takes old man naps with both you and Telemachus, roughly 2-5 times a week. Penelope joins most days.

↳ Telemachus trains a lot, wanting to get stronger, to protect you, Penelope and even Odysseus. Your father tries telling him that he can protect all of you, but everyone can see he's getting older. Even he.

↳ But, nonetheless, Odysseus humours Telemachus, and trains with him, giving great pointers and teaching him new tricks. Most days, you join in, and Odysseus loves training with his kids.

↳ You've managed to hand their asses to both of them, leaving them with sore muscles and aching bones. Both Odysseus and Telemachus are incredibly proud of you.

↳ Overall, Telemachus tries his hardest to protect you, even if you or someone else kick his ass. <3

thank you!! ♡

[msnmnt]

In The Afterglow

Notes: this was a request so I hope you like it lovely anon! There’s no real plot, just a tiny bit of smut that leads to fluff and aftercare with Mase. I hope you enjoy. 🥰

Mason gently rocked his hips into you, his steady movements making his cock expertly brush up against your g-spot with every perfect move.

“Mason…” You moaned, lulling your head back into the pillows in an attempt to fight back your orgasm that was threatening to take over so soon after your last.

You had been in a long couple of hours of bliss, often the case when Mason returned home after being away from you for any length of time. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you from the moment he walked through the door and you had barely had the chance to ask him how his flight was before he had you hoisted up on the kitchen counter, his hands prying your legs apart and his head soon buried between your legs.

You had lost count of quite how many times Mason had made you cum. With his fingers, his tongue, his cock. The pleasure was truly euphoric, so intense and surreal that it had you feeling like you were having an out of body experience, completely consumed by the pleasure. Mason had barely gave you enough time to recover before he had in another position, soon having you on the brink of another orgasm, wanting nothing more than to please you as much as he could after being separated for so long.

“Yeah, princess?” Mason’s gravely tone right in your ear made you involuntarily clench around him, causing him to fasten the speed of his hips slightly as he tried to get you over the finish line once more before he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight off his high any longer.

He bought his fingers to his mouth, quickly getting them wet with his saliva before slipping his hand between the two of you, attaching them to your overly sensitive clit and rubbing messy circles to the throbbing nub as he struggled to keep his composure.

“Mase, I don’t think, I don’t know if - oh.” Your body went numb under him and your eyes fluttered shut as you felt your felt that familiar feeling creeping up on you once more.

Mason had buried his face in your neck, trying his hardest to focus solely on the movements of his hips and not how warm and wet you felt around him as he desperately tried to make you cum again.

You dragged your nails down his back before digging them into his muscles, so deep you were sure he'd be left with multiple half crescent marks scattered all over him that he would have fun explaining when his teammates would no doubtably tease him in the changing room.

The slight sting of pain went straight to his cock which throbbed inside you, and he let out a husky moan right into your ear.

“Are you gonna come again, huh? Gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?” In normal circumstances you would've been embarassed at the high pitched noise that you couldn’t help spilling out, but in the moment you couldn't care, locking your legs around his body so he buried himself even deeper inside you which you hadn’t thought was possible.

You struggled to reply, barely muttering out a ‘mhm’ as he completely enveloped your body with his. Your pussy fluttered around his cock as you felt the waves of pleasure jolt through your body, letting your final high of the night overcome you.

Mason quickly moved his face to line up with yours, nose to nose so he could watch your face as he claimed you, finally spilling inside you. A mutter of a string of profanities mixed with your name left his lips as he rode out his high, the build up making his orgasm so intense that he struggled to catch his breath.

He didn’t give himself too long to come down from his high, his cock twitching inside you as it softened and his eyes met your tired ones that you were struggling to keep open.

“Hey, sleepy girl. Don’t fall asleep on me yet, we need to get you all cleaned up first.” Mason’s voice was soft and gentle in your ears, making you feel safe and comfortable as your eyes closed once again.

He begun to scatter soft closed mouth kisses all over your face. Starting at your forehead, making his way down your nose and all over your cheeks, causing a smile to plaster all across your face.

“Going to pull out now.” Mason warned knowing you would be sensitive, waiting for your eyes to look at him to confirm he was okay to continue. “I think that’s the most I’ve ever come.” Mason laughed looking at how wet the sheets were as his cum begun to trickle down from your pussy and down your thighs.

You winced slightly as you attempted to move your body up the bed slightly, a small dull pain between your legs.

Mason shot you a sympathetic look, suddenly feeling a little guilty but you were quick to let him know you were okay.

“You too tired for a shower?”

You shook your head no. Aftercare with Mason was your absolute favourite. All the boys you had been with before would just roll over and go to sleep, or at best you would consider yourself lucky if they chucked some tissue your way to clean yourself up.

But not with Mason.

You were completely dazed and sleepy from your evening of pleasure, but you knew Mason would take care of you.

He offered out his hand which you gladly accepted, letting him guide you over to his en-suite. Mason was quick to switch the shower on to heat up extra hot, how he knew you liked it.

Once he was satisfied the water was warm enough for you, the pair of you got in, facing each other as you let the water cascade down your back for a little while.

“How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” Mason asked, his big brown eyes staring so intensely into yours with nothing but love, care and adoration.

You took a moment to appreciate how beautiful he looked before your eyes shamelessly raked up and down his naked body, taking in every little freckle, every mole, all of him; thinking how lucky you were to have a man as beautiful as him.

You loved the intimacy that came with sharing a shower with Mason, something you knew he also loved, and so when your eyes finally met his once again you weren't surprised with the lovesick look that was on his face.

“I'm good.” You replied, a weak smile on your face as not even the warm water could wake you up properly from your languid state.

“I’ll be quick, okay?” You nodded and Mason lathered up some shower gel in his hands, gently swiping them over your body and cleaning you up. You stood there and let him take care of you as he had done so many times before, inhaling the sweet smells of coconut and vanilla as his hands worked their way over your body in such a tender way.

Once he was done, he quickly soaped up his own body before repositioning the pair of you so the clean water could wash away the shower gel from both of you. Mason’s arms came to wrap around your body, entirely pulling you into him and caging you in. Your bare chest brushed against his and your body erupted in tingles at the feel of his skin against yours. You finally pulled away slightly to look up at him and his heart melted as your sleepy eyes looked into his honey ones, nothing but complete trust for him as he held your naked body as you laid completely vulnerable for him to look after.

“I love you.” It was far from the first time he had said those three words to you, but you were sure you would never lose that feeling as your tummy swarmed with butterflies.

“I love you too, Mase.” You tiptoed slightly to plant a soft kiss onto his lips, letting him know you were so appreciative of how he always looked after you. “So much.”

You stayed there for a little while longer, embracing each other in the warm as you knew the cold was going to be an uncomfortable shock when you stepped out.

Mason’s lips came to leave a kiss on your shoulder before he trailed his way across your collarbone and up your neck, gently pecking at the newly formed purple marks that he had created during your love making session.

“They don’t hurt, do they?” Mason asked, a twinge of guilt in his voice but you were quick to shake your head to put him at ease.

With a final kiss to your lips, Mason turned the shower off, telling you to stay put. He retrieved two fluffy towels from the heated towel rail, carelessly throwing one around his body and tying it at the waist before wrapping you up in the other.

He dried you both off a little as you stood in a comfortable silence.

“Stay here.” Mason pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head before disappearing into his bedroom. You used the time to go to the toilet and it wasn’t long before he returned wearing just a pair of black boxers, holding some of his clean clothes to dress you in.

He knelt to the floor with a pair of boxers out ready for you to step into, waiting for you to step into them before pulling them up your legs. Mason dressed you in one of his shirts, an old training top that he knew was one of your favourites. He carefully grabbed your hair that had been sucked into the shirt, pulling it out and placing it down over your shoulders, softly running his fingers through it which just made you feel more slumbersome.

Mason effortlessly scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back into his bedroom and placing you down on his bed that he had changed to some fresh bedding.

The pair of you climbed into bed and you were quick to snuggle up into Mason’s bare chest. He pulled the duvet up over you too, making sure you were covered and wrapped up by it.

One of his arms came to hold your body to his, and he slipped his other up your top to rest on your bare skin. You couldn’t help but flinch as his fingers grazed over the spot that must’ve now been bruising, the pain jolting through your body.

Mason jumped at your movement.

“S-sorry, just hurts a little from where you held me.” You replied softly, not wanting to upset Mason as you knew he would be angry with himself for hurting you even the slightest bit. “I’m okay, I promise.” You looked up to him in an attempt to offer him a reassuring smile.

Mason wasn’t sure why he felt his cheeks heat up, so he just held you closer to his chest, both his arms now wrapped around you like he never wanted to let you go. Which he didn’t.

“Promise me you’re okay? I can go get some ice-“

“I’m fine.” You interrupted him, so completely comfy and content that you couldn’t deal with the thought of being ripped out from Mason’s arms. “It’s just a little bruise probably, besides I’m sure I did far worse to your back.” The sound of your sweet giggle made Mason settle back down, a small grin appearing of his face as he thought about the scratches that he had caught a glimpse of in the mirror when he returned to the bedroom. He loved how you marked him as yours.

“Are you hungry? Is there anything else I can get you, baby?”

You shook your head, nuzzling it into Mason’s chest, your breath tickling his bare chest as you spoke.

“I’m so sleepy.”

Mason ran his hand down your hair, softly stroking and you hummed contently.

“Get some sleep, princess.” Mason’s voice was just a whisper now as he noticed how your breathing had became steady, and it was clear you were very almost asleep.

“Mason?” Your small voice jolted him a few moments later and he realised he had been drifting off to sleep himself.

“Yes, princess?”

“I love you.”

Mason held you tighter, planting a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, angel.”

[aizawas-dryeye]

➭ravenous (satosugu x reader)**

content: polycule, threesomes, reader has a vagina but gender neutral pronouns, dom!gojo, switch!geto, switch(ish)!reader, multiple orgasms, anal and vaginal sex, spitroasting, oral (p and v), throat fucking, cum eating/swapping, cum as lube, top!gojo, bottom!geto, creampies, overstimulation, train choo choo, petnames (baby, lovey/love, slut literally once), author is ovulating

words: 2.8k

ko-fi

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

i was gonna post this tomorrow morning but im nice

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This is how you die, you're sure of it. After a painfully long month without seeing your two boys, they waste absolutely no time pawing at your clothes and dragging you to bed when you finally walk through the front door. And they must be in a mood with how rough and punishing they are, as Gojo drills his long, pink cock in and out of your hole, seemingly with the intention of fucking into your cervix. Unlike Geto, who made sure to pull you to the edge of the bed prior so your head hung off before gripping your neck and pushing his cock past your lips slowly.

There is truly nothing you can do, or say, or even think at this point as the two ravage you, filling up your greedy little holes to the point where the only thing you can do is listen to the glorious sound of the two men moaning in unison. Every now and then the noise will muffle, only to be replaced with the slick sound of lips slotting together in a desperate kiss. Your cunt clenches with envy, unable to watch the way Gojo is inevitably pulling at Geto's long hair at the root, and how the latter's eyes are no doubtably rolled back.

Gojo is the first to pull away, panting against his lovers lips as his hips stutter against your ass. "Fuck, baby," he groans, pushing your thighs up further to spread you wider. You moan around Geto's cock when Gojo lands a few playful slaps on your clit with his finger tips, making the other squeeze your throat even tighter before relenting.

Gojo scoffs. "Y'too nice," he says, his voice all playful and gravelly. "Sluts like this enjoy suffocating. Fuck into their mouth a little deeper, hm? Good boy. If you c'mere I'll kiss that pretty neck of yours." He talks about you like you're not even there, like he's doing nothing but teaching his boyfriend how to use a throat, and it makes your insides throb.

Those words alone are enough to make Geto fuck into your mouth like it's a pussy, whining as he nearly throws himself over you to cling onto Gojo, who makes good on his promise and sinks his teeth into his neck. "A-ah, Sato! S'good, they feel so good," Geto whines, barely able to get his words out through loud moaning. Your hands uselessly grab at his hips, begging with a mouthful of cock for him to slow down, but the bruising soreness in the back of your throat has your head going all fuzzy.

Especially when his moans start getting breathier, and his thrusts sloppier. He pulls away from the other man and braces his hands against your shoulders, unnecessarily pinning you even more. "Ah-haah, aah! F-fuck! Cumming..!"

You feel hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, almost soothing the soreness like warm honey. Before you can even think about swallowing around Geto's twitching cock, Gojo slaps your clit again, effectively grabbing your attention and forcing out a pained little whine. "Keep sucking him off, lovey. And don't swallow yet, got it?" he growls, fucking into you slower, deeper, wanting to drag this out as much as possible.

The way Geto gasps, nearly choking as you grip his hips to keep him from pulling away makes Gojo's cock twitch. His balls tighten and with the way your cunt is milking him, he can tell you're close too. Perfect. Gritting his teeth, he lets his cock slip out of you knowing how you'll whine, before crawling up your body to straddle your stomach. "O-oh, fuck... Wha's the matter Sugu? Too— hng— too much?" his voice pitches up when he runs a tight fist over his cock, eyes trained on the way your throat begins to bulge as Geto gets hard again, despite the sharp zaps of overstimulation that run down his spine.

It's a wonder how you haven't managed to swallow any of the thick cum in your mouth. Not that anyone would notice if you did with the way Geto's tip leaks like a damn faucet. His thrusts are shallower than before, but still maintain a desperate pace as he moans your name like a prayer. You feel him try to pull his hips away, but Gojo is faster. His free hand shoots out to grab his hip, forcing him back down your throat.

"Oh fuck baby, you gonna cum down their throat again? Already? It's that good, huh?" he moans, fucking into his fist now, feeling his orgasm bubble up like lava in the pit of his stomach. So deliciously hot he can't help but throw his head back, cerulean eyes pinched closed as his balls seize and his cock kicks as he orgasms, coating your chest and chin in ropes of hot, sticky cum. "O-oh, fuck fuck fuck! So fuckin' hot. My babies."

Geto hiccups, his pretty face beet red as his hips falter. He's so lost in the pleasure that his brain nearly short circuits when Gojo pushes him out of the sweet, plush warmth of your throat. Babbling pleas fill the stuffy bedroom even as Gojo manhandles him onto the bed, face down ass up like he likes. Geto's cock hangs, heavy and pulsing, between his legs as he looks back with lust-clouded eyes.

Gojo turns his attention back to you, grabs you by the cheeks and helps you sit up. His lips are on yours in a second, tongue seeking the delicious mix of spit and cum you so diligently kept in your cheeks. He all but scoops it from your mouth with his tongue, moaning lewdly at the taste. It truly takes everything for you to pull away, too worked up over pushing and pulling Geto's cum throughout your mouths as Gojo pants, groping at every inch of your exposed skin. You only do when Geto groans, staring at the two of you over his shoulder as you make a mess of each other. Glancing down, you see his long fingers are curled around his cock, stroking himself with a shaky rhythm.

You smirk and grab Gojo's cheeks to turn his face towards the raven haired man and his eyes light up. With a teasing pout, Gojo crawls toward his boyfriend and spits warm, frothy cum on his hole. "C'mere babe," he purrs, roughly pulling Geto down the bed so there's ample room for you to lay beneath him. You do just that when Gojo pats your bottom playfully; you lay so Geto's face is inches from your cunt. His eyes flutter shut with a husky moan when you buck your hips up, needing his touch.

"Looks like that pussy missed you, huh Sugu?" Gojo says, rubbing his middle finger around the other man's slippery hole. Fuck, he can already slip it in, but he resists, only lets his fingertip trace around the wet rim, watching it clench around nothing. "Give it a kiss for me, baby. Look, it's beggin' for you."

You squeal when Geto leans forward, near growling as he laves his tongue over your clit. He keeps your thighs pinned down with his arms as he moans into your pussy, eating you like his life depends on it. Like your pleasure itself is his life source. Even when he speaks— or tries to speak, not that he's totally successful when Gojo finally eases a finger into his hole— he's talking right against your cunt so you feel every vibration and breath. "They taste so good. Can taste you too, Sato," he says, voice hitching up when the albino man behind him gently fucks him with his finger.

Gojo grins, cock already hardening again as he watches Geto devour your cunt. It certainly doesn't help at Geto is fucking himself on his finger now, working himself up before the real fun can even begin.

"Don't tell me, tell them, baby," Gojo says, inching another long finger into Geto's ass. Geto sobs against your cunt, panting and babbling against the slick mess about how delicious, how divine, you taste. Always a drama queen, but you won't ever deny that his desperation doesn't make you soaking wet.

You feel him choke on a gasp when Gojo fucks a third and final finger into his ass, curling and pumping them lazily, just to open him up. He's sure to avoid Geto's sweet spot— he's an absolute nightmare to stop from cumming when he's like this.

When Geto sucks your clit into his mouth it's like fireworks go off in your stomach, and you're once again hurtling off the edge of an orgasm. You whine out stuttered little apologies, poor pussy spasming around nothing while Geto works you through it, licking your cunt in satisfied strokes. Gojo tuts down at you and pulls his fingers from his boyfriend's ass before smushing the tip of his cock against it to keep him quiet.

"Don't got to apologize, lovey," he says and you swear you see little hearts in his eyes. Like the sight of his lovers getting each other off fills his chest with pride. Pushing just a little, the head of his dick pops past Geto's ass, and he shushes his surprised whimper before speaking again. "Sugu was such a good boy, right? That's why 'm gonna reward you, baby. Why don't you get that cuties pussy ready for your cock, hm?"

Not that you needed to be prepped after having your hole fucked and licked open, Gojo just likes to be a tease. Nonetheless, Geto is quick to listen, easily shoves two thick fingers into your cunt and bullies your sweet spot. You squeal and reach out to shove his head away when he latches back onto your over sensitive clit, but he's fast too and easily snatches your wrists and pins them to your tummy.

"S-Sugu! Baby, slow down!" you yelp. It's like he's getting revenge for you overstimulating him earlier, and you honestly can't blame him, it's hot as hell. It only gets better when Gojo finally bottoms out and his hand comes down on Geto's neck to push him deeper into your cunt.

The two men moan together when Gojo gives a gentle thrust. Gentle for now anyways. "Oh, fuck baby," he groans, tossing his head back and tightening his grip on Geto's neck ever so slightly. "Fuck baby. You gonna take his cock? So I can make him fuck you till you cum?"

His hips gain traction with every filthy word spilling from his mouth. Satoru Gojo is a talker through and through, it doesn't matter the situation, time, or place. He loves to hear himself speak, and luckily for him, you and Geto tolerate it. You'd never say it out loud, but you both love it.

Geto whimpers with your clit in his mouth like a pacifier when Gojo nails his prostate over, and over, and over. He tries to keep steady, wants to eat your pussy like you deserve, but Gojo's thrusts push his body up the bed. His incessant whining doesn't help either.

Eventually he whines in defeat and detaches himself from your cunt, only to grip you by the hips and drag you further beneath him. So his warm, throbbing cock is pressed snuggly between your lips. Quickly, like he can't help himself in this state, he lets his cockhead catch on your hole before forcing it deeper.

The way he stretches your oversensitive walls makes your thighs tremble in his grip. He's slightly thicker than Gojo and you can feel each inch he pushes into you like electricity. A couple seconds of uncoordinated and desperate thrusts before the two fall into an easy pace. Every time Gojo drives his hips forward, it pushes Geto deeper into your cunt, nudging right against the spot that drives you crazy.

"Ggh—! You're tight, love. Shit!"

Gojo hums and leans over Geto's back so he can purr against his ear. "Mhm, you know all about that, don't you Sugu~?" He slaps the other man's ass with his free hand, and relishes the way it jiggles and makes Geto tighten up. It makes the cock inside you twitch heavenly, pushing right against your womb as Gojo uses him to fuck you.

He turns his attention to you, gripping your face with his long, slender fingers. "S'he feel good, love?" he asks. You're being forced to nod before you can even think to respond, because Gojo knows. His six eyes can easily detect the way you grip at the sheets and tremble beneath the two. Like you don't know what to do with your body when they get you like this.

Gojo moves his hands under your knees and uses you as leverage so he can hover over Geto and hammer into him harder, subsequently fucking you harder. This angle has Geto’s cock pushing deeper, hitting that perfect spot with each powerful thrust until you see stars.

“S-Sato! Sugu! W-wait, wait— ah! I can’t!” Your eyes are blurry with tears now, but you do catch the way Gojo whispers something in your boyfriend’s ear. Then, Geto’s thumb presses against your clit and you nearly scream. Your back arches (as much as it can beneath the weight of two men) off the bed as your sudden orgasm runs through your body like electricity. Gojo holds you steady while he picks up the pace, working Geto’s body like a little fleshlight while he utters praise to the two of you. You’re not even sure the latter can form words at this point, not when your seizing cunt is clamping down around his dick and his ass is speared open. Best he can do is arch down and latch onto your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin through a staccato of moaning.

“Fuck fuck fuck, lovey, you’re so sexy. Both of you— shit! So fuckin’ sexy, yeah,” Gojo pants, digging his fingers into your thighs hard enough to bruise. Sweat drips down the valleys and curves of his toned torso, giving an almost sparkling, angelic look about him. Though, that could be the tears in your eyes.

You dare to glance down when Geto kisses down your chest so he can latch onto your nipple. His face is spread with an almost berry colored blush, also glistening with sweat, and his long hair frames his face in sweaty clumps. Oh fuck, you would cum again if your body didn’t feel like it was burning from the inside out.

“Haah, gettin’ tight,” Gojo grits out, giving Geto another slap on the ass. “Know you’re c-close, baby, don’t gotta hold it. Fuck, I’ve been on edge for like, ages. C’mon baby, cum with me.” His voice is utterly fucked at this point, all shaky and whiny, desperate to feel his partner milk his cock. Desperate to breed him more like, but Gojo keeps that to himself.

One, two more deep thrusts and Geto gasps out ‘Cumming! Cumming!’ before the two are moaning, shuddering messes.

Geto growls when he cums and gently bites at your nipple just so you grab his hair to yank him back. Unsurprisingly, Gojo on the other hand is the louder of the two. Always tossing his head back and keening in the back of his throat whenever he empties his balls. The contrast is cute and normally makes you smile, but your fucked out brain can barely even register the crushing weight when your boyfriends relax on top of you.

There’s a brief moment where all three of you catch your breath and slowly start to come back into your bodies that’s always pleasantly delightful after sex. Like you’re passing endorphins and dopamine between each other through skin to skin contact; your fingers in Geto’s hair, Gojo gently stroking your skin. If this isn’t heaven then you never want to die.

Geto is the first to move, raising up a little on shaky arms and Gojo follows suit. Hissing ensues when his cock slips out of you, and then Gojo’s out of him, but the two quickly find their places by your sides and snuggle up. Gojo even situates the blankets around you, not that you needed the warmth after that, always making sure to tuck his babies in.

You take turns giving each other little lighthearted kisses before your head hits the pillow. You know for a fact that your body will ache like nobody’s business tomorrow, but luckily you have two strong boys to massage you all over. Even if they act like ravenous beasts every once in a while, you know you have them wrapped around your fingers like a pretty set of wedding bands. Which doesn’t sound too bad at all.

[inquirepannacottafugo]

YES I WILL.

"eeerrrm! actually!" type shift GET OU

see if i can technologia him some glasses because fuglasses is in my canon

[tommy-doubterson]

hey. What the hell.

Just for that, here's a few more.

Small is bigger than big. Tall is shorter than short. You get "on" a horse but "in" a car. "No yeah" is yes, "yeah yeah" is no, "yeah no" is no, and "no no" is yes. There is no plural for the word "you". "Queue" is 80% silent letters. You say "unbelievable" but "intolerable".

Don't fucking test me.

The English language is a mess. Here's a list of some more oddities I just looked up.

“Rhythms” is the longest English word without the normal vowels, a, e, i, o, or u.

Excluding derivatives, there are only two words in English that end -shion and (though many words end in this sound). These are cushion and fashion.

“THEREIN” is a seven-letter word that contains thirteen words spelled using consecutive letters: the, he, her, er, here, I, there, ere, rein, re, in, therein, and herein.

There is only one common word in English that has five vowels in a row: queueing.

Soupspoons is the longest word that consists entirely of letters from the second half of alphabet.

“Almost” is the longest commonly used word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.

The longest uncommon word whose letters are in alphabetical order is the eight-letter Aegilops (a grass genus).

The longest common single-word palindromes are deified, racecar, repaper, reviver, and rotator.

“One thousand” contains the letter A, but none of the words from one to nine hundred ninety-nine has an A.

“The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick” is said to be the toughest tongue twister in English.

Cwm (pronounced “koom”, defined as a steep-walled hollow on a hillside) is a rare case of a word used in English in which w is the nucleus vowel, as is crwth (pronounced “krooth”, a type of stringed instrument). Despite their origins in Welsh, they are accepted English words.

“Asthma” and “isthmi” are the only six-letter words that begin and end with a vowel and have no other vowels between.

The nine-word sequence I, in, sin, sing, sting, string, staring, starting (or starling), startling can be formed by successively adding one letter to the previous word.

“Underground” and “underfund” are the only words in the English language that begin and end with the letters “und.”

“Stewardesses” is the longest word that can be typed with only the left hand.

Antidisestablishmentarianism listed in the Oxford English Dictionary, was considered the longest English word for quite a long time, but today the medical term pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis is usually considered to have the title, despite the fact that it was coined to provide an answer to the question ‘What is the longest English word?’.

“Dreamt” is the only English word that ends in the letters “mt”.

There are many words that feature all five regular vowels in alphabetical order, the commonest being abstemious, adventitious, facetious.

The superlatively long word honorificabilitudinitatibus (27 letters) alternates consonants and vowels.

“Fickleheaded” and “fiddledeedee” are the longest words consisting only of letters in the first half of the alphabet.

The two longest words with only one of the six vowels including y are the 15-letter defenselessness and respectlessness.

“Forty” is the only number which has its letters in alphabetical order. “One” is the only number with its letters in reverse alphabetical order.

Bookkeeper is the only word that has three consecutive doubled letters.

Despite the assertions of a well-known puzzle, modern English does not have three common words ending in -gry. Angry and hungry are the only ones.

“Ough” can be pronounced in eight different ways. The following sentence contains them all: “A rough-coated, dough-faced ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough, coughing and hiccoughing thoughtfully.

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I hope you like being outsmarted, English Oddities Anon.

[daylighted]

the amount of times i've had to address this because she literally will not fucking stop is insane. @artyandink, for the last fucking time, leave me alone <3 stop coming in my inbox anonymously trying to get me to talk about your fics & promote them thinking i can't tell it's you. stop asking to use my ideas even after you've BEEN BLOCKED. stop keeping tabs on me to see what i'm writing for now so you can start writing for it. i'm dead serious it's about to give me a fucking aneurysm.

it is not subtle. and as stupid as you think i am, from the way you did all of this & are still fucking continuing, you sure do like the things i put out! i am noticing it. people are SHOWING me it. move the fuck on. find your own voice! stop trying to steal mine and what i'm writing about. i'm tired of speculating on why you are doing this and just want it to fucking END.

writing clark kent & making bots for him just because i started it is fucking mental. naming people in your fic bonnie & clyde after the au that i made that you asked to use, and still did anyways even if it was private, when i said no is MENTAL.

on this note, anyone that follows me that also supports or interacts with arty, please show yourselves out, too. if you want to know why, look here & here since i've had to address this publicly three times now. but i'm tired of going about my life & pretending that over on her side of the internet, she's not STILL taking my ideas, or using the ones that she already has, because she doesn't have a single original bone in her body.

no! i do not know about your bodyguard & president fanfic, arty! because i did not ever actually fucking read it!

and if by the grace of god, somehow, this isn't you ( which is highly doubtable ) i'm sorry to these anons that this two faced, five identitied grown woman has made me this weary to have to respond like this. i am not usually hostile, i don't think, but constantly having her shit in my dms, having her try to make me promote her shit, is INSANE.

i have moved on. you are the one that cannot keep my name out of your mouth to other people trying to salvage your fall from grace, saying that whatever i'm saying isn't true, and then coming into my messages the one other time within EIGHT MINUTES of me unblocking you, saying that you're so sorry that this is happening and feigning ignorance. go to hell. i tried to handle this civilly and privately and every single time instead you took to your tumblr feed to try and paint me as a bad guy, or discredit everything that YOU PUT ME THROUGH. so truly, go to hell <3 and actually fucking listen to me and leave me alone. i do not talk about you or think about you when you're not actively doing this shit, so stop monitoring my account and especially stop stalking my cai just because i cant block you on there.

and while you're at it, find some creativity on your own. it'd do you some good in the long run to actually make something yourself and not piggyback off of others & their success and THEIR WORKS.

[you2018]

oh THATS why everythigns showing/doing lsoh i forgor abt the total eclipse of the sun worlds fakest fan

[coveredinredpaint]

I MADE THE BONEY BOY, THE SKELLY HOODIE. I SPENT WEEKS ON THIS BUT HE IS DONE!!!!

design of the zip up hoodie is by @dyemelikeasunset , its fully designed after a drawing of theirs, go check them out!

creation process, described and with pictures under the cut

okay so this was a bit of a chaotic project

i had this old eat the rich zip up hoodie laying around which was one of my first diy's but because i was inexperienced and bleach tends to bleed it was illegable. i found a very cool skeleton hoodie design on pinterest and decided to just go for it cause i never wore the hoodie anyway.

so i freehanded the stencils,

strengthend the weak part with tape, cut em out and started painting! this took eons the paint dried very slowly i think cause the moisture of the paint had trouble evaporating from the thick plastic fabric of the hoodie.

ehh yea thats it, not much to say about this, i used acrylic paint so wether it holds up when washing is ehhh doubtable. it was a nice challenge either way.

currently working on some pants again and losing the feeling in my fingers cause its sturdy fabric and very hard to handsew but i dont wanna risk damaging my sewing machine (bernina my beloved) so tune in next time when i cannot feel my fingers anymore. exciting!

again check out and support the artist @dyemelikeasunset !! theyre very cool and were very kind when i messaged them and their art is gorgeous.

[elsa-fogen]

Who do you think would be good partners/Love interests for the trix? It doesnt matter if the partners are male or female.

For Stormy: friend-partner. Someone to have fun with, who'd go with her explode shit in the middle of the night

For Darcy: someone she finds interesting. She's also big romantic (but will deny it lol) so she would be happy to recieve some small gifts.

Both of them need someone they'd feel comfortable around and loved.

As for Icy... she has the whole list of criteria for her future partner in her head.

He or she must be healthy, as well as their relatives. No genetic diseases in the family.

He or she must be powerful, and should not be an outlier in their family. Like, if the person has powerful magic, but the rest of their family are weak, it's a no. If the person is weak but their family was always strong - is better, but still doubtable.

He or she must be good looking - the most loose criterion, she didn't figure her "type" as other would say. Also, she must know how her or his relatives look. Genetics and stuff.

He or she should not have curses on their family (tho if this is the only criterion that is missing, she'll try to help with lifting these curses).

Coming from all the previous, he or she must know at least 6 previous generations of their family.

He or she must be wealthy - this one actually is not that necessary, but is certainly a point "for"

As you can see, no criteria for personality or feelings...

Icy IS planning on having a family with at least 2 children, but doesn't want to deal with child birth herself, so she'd prefer a woman to be her partner (because magic and stuff, 2 women can have kids). Also, she wants best for her sisters and will check their partners for compliance with the criteria too (and if they don't she'll try to break them up)

Feelings and "love" are not an excuse or criterion for her. She doesn't realise that other people do feel affection for real and not faking it, like her.

[biohorror-human]

I'm having the most agonizing 2 hours of my life. I thought I was maybe trans. Thought maybe I could live without it. These past 2 hours have been absolute agony. I'm having what I can only think to describe as a gender dysphoria attack. I almost crashed my phone by opening 50 tabs 4 separate times. 200 tabs of me describing gender dysphoria and then feeling guilty about it. I just keep dipping from perfectly describing gender dysphoria into the Google search bar, and then writing "why do I feel like I shouldn't be allowed to feel this way" and then bouncing right back to "why do I feel like I shouldve been a girl". my brain has been ping ponging between these 2 for hours in what is possibly my longest single unbroken thought of all time.

I have been consistently just thinking about this for 3 hours now. Usually my thoughts are staggered across a multitude of topics, but for the past 3 hours the only thing I've been able to think about is gender dysphoria, and then hating myself for it. It feels like my brain is shitting its own guts out. It just ran through every single gender dysphoria symptom in the book and punched it into Google. I literally can never doubt that I'm trans ever again. I know for absolutely positively sure that I'm trans. It's not even doubtable anymore. I'm completely confident in my self-diagnosis. 250 searches now. The fucking dysphoria just won't go away. I'm so glad I smoked tonight because it's good that I understand this now, but also this sucks so so so bad and I know I only went down this thought path because Im high and the weed makes me able to think one singular thought. The gender dysphoria is eating me alive. It's constantly present. It won't go away except for very rarely It'll subside long enough for me to write another few sentences of this post.

[alpaca-clouds]

What "Communism never works" misses

Okay, let me keep up the topic for the week and let me talk about one thing that will undoubtedly be thrown at anyone, who says something along the lines of: "Welp, the system is failing us. Maybe we should try communism." And that is: "Communism never works. It has never worked before!"

As someone, who had that argument thrown at them so many times before, I already know that for the most part it is useless to talk to someone who comes up with that argument. Because, well... here is the thing. The argument basically is a result of what amounts to brainwashing. The person will usually not know what communism is or how and why it has failed before. They will not know anything about communist parties or countries. And they usually do not want to know.

Usually they do not know, that communism was never tried before. Yes, several countries have tried to establish communism, but never got further than socialism. Nor do they know exactly, what the difference between all those different communist ideas are. And of course they do not know anything about the history of the USA (and other western countries) doing their best to suppress communism by any means necessary.

Which is the first thing that everyone, who uses the argument, misses. Basically...

If communism can never work, why does the USA try everything to stop anyone trying to establish it?

If it cannot work and will never work, they would not need to worry about it. It will just develop and then fail. Easy. No need to stage a coup d'etat against a democratically elected government. No need to snuggle up to fascist dictators. Just let the thing run its course and then maybe send some help, once communism has self-destroyed. Something that they say is inevitable.

But obviously they don't. So: Why?

It cannot be about saving some sort of democracy, because otherwise they would not help undemocratic forces to take over the country and allow them to hold it.

But there is another thing that the argument misses. And even bigger thing. Another question:

But does capitalism work?

Which is the thing that kinda gets left out of the discussion. Because even if we assume that communism could not work (doubtable)... There is the fact that capitalism does not work. Otherwise fascism would not again and again be established from capitalism. Otherwise capitalism would not have destroyed the planet. Otherwise capitalism would not kill millions of people per year.

See, people will always go big about the entire "Black book of communism" thing and eat it up, even though the book has so many issues in what it counts as "death from communism" - and that is even without going in the entire "communism was never established" thing. But even if we took the numbers at face-value... According to the book, communism has killed 100 million people.

Well, guess what. That is about the same number of people that capitalism kills in a decade. And while the black book of communism counts all those people killed by politics not necessarily linked to communism... Those 10 million dying of capitalism each year die of capitalism. They die because they have not money for medicine, they need to survive. They die, because they starve, while so much food is thrown away. They die of exposure to the elements, because they cannot afford a home. They die from the fallout of climate change.

So, yeah. First of all: Let's try out communism, before we argue that it cannot work.

But also: Realize, that capitalism does not work. Because it doesn't.

[hinge]

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