#natural overflow

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[da-da-sk]

I only wanted to arouse in you shame for the fact that you know more about distant wars, about fashion, about gossip, about literature and art, than about the spring that every day starts its wild games outside the gates of your cities.

Hermann Hesse

(From his first novel "Peter Camenzind" 1904)

[hansmannette]

oh take me back to the night we met

[anrisimps]

Someone is very happy to be eaten up by his cat lover. Dont be like hamster Kishiar

[encryptedlunacy]

I feel like every single season I'm just like "Ohhh!!! I can't wait for X season because we'll get so much [insert weather here]!!"

I did it with snow, I'm doing it with the April showers, I know damn well I'll do it with thunderstorms too. There is nothing more exciting about a new season than the weather that comes with it.

[kampalaedgetimes]

At Least 33 Dead in Kinshasa DR Congo Floods

[redisloser]

Wildvine, while im here, i can teach you some really nice like lines in flirting ( if you want of course)

Wildvine- I'd love some buuut I've already got amazing partners, so I don't need no flirting.

Heatblast- you flirted with Oli yesterday

Wildvine-how?!

Heatblast- you said and I quote " hey baby girl wut you doing later" while you trapped him in the corner.

Wildvine-.....ooooooh ya...I forgot.

[yoloyeahhh]

if you see hearts pulsating in my eyes, don’t freak out. i’m just so dreadfully full of love, i need to become a bit of an eldritch horror.

[kminjeongg]

"when did you start writing?" baby my thoughts bleed on paper ever since I learned how to write. at like idk 6 years old or smth

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

[lonelyinthevacuum]

it's terrifying. absolutely terrifying. i cannot look at 🎆 without being reminded of those terrible fantasies. and i remember when i enjoyed it, too, reveled in those images of tearing 🎆 apart. ripping bits of them out slowly, gorily. blood coating my hands and teeth, mouth bent into this unnerving smile.

[sugarsnarl]

macro micro thoughts please!!

I have been thinking a great deal about a possible disconnect between one's mind and body in a micro situation! I've read that it takes, on average, twenty minutes for your stomach to signal to your brain that it's full, so it's quite easy, in some respects, to overindulge without realizing it.

Now, in a scenario where one's body size has been suddenly and radically altered--and their stomach capacity has naturally adjusted to match--I would imagine that the brain might take even longer to realize that anything has changed. Perhaps it would be unable to recognize that anything has changed at all, and keep sending out hunger signals long after the poor, afflicted person has been stuffed beyond reason, so they're compelled to keep eating, and eating, and eating, because they're so, so unbearably hungry despite being, paradoxically, so hugely bloated, and so achingly full...and, well. The natural consequences of a fundamentally uncontrollable appetite (coupled with a body that has severely reduced caloric needs) would quickly become apparent. ;)

[nanamisdollie]

his favorite concubine ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

smut, mdni. cw: dubcon, true form sukuna(monster fucking?), use of stomach mouth for freaky purposes <3

just thinking about being one of ryomen sukunas servants who ends up promoted to concubine<3

maybe it was your body that caught his attention, perhaps the way you listened when given orders? was it that you worked quick unlike others who served, or could it have been that you held eye contact when the four eyed beast of a man passed you. it couldve been any of those things that led you to this point;

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“stop- fuckin’ squirming-“

two of four oversized arms had you bent with your knees beside your ears, hands interlocked behind your neck. you had never been manhandled in such a way, nevermind wondered how a man with four arms would have his way with you.

“if you don’t learn how to stay still-“ another hand comes up to hold your face, forcing you to look at him. theres four eyes all on you “-ill slay you myself. find another woman to breed. you understand?”

its a struggle to nod, so a muffled “mhm~” does the trick..not that he would’ve taken anything other than yes as a proper answer. a concubine did her job of providing pleasure or died, it was that simple to a powerful man like sukuna. an heir would be nice as well, though it wasn’t a must.

a hand falls from your face to wrap around your waist, pulling you up his abdomen. your legs are beginning to cramp, your pelvis hurts, but you don’t dare mention it. he wouldn’t care even if you did.

“mm- ah! wha-” the gasp thats ripped from your chest is abrupt in reaction to something wet between your thighs. its an odd sensation, one that you squirm away from until - SMACK! - on the underside of one of your thighs.

sukuna tightens the full nelsons he bent you into. when he adjusts you higher up, you’re able to get a proper look at just whats probing between your lower lips; his second mouth, trying its best to tongue fuck you open for him.

“stop clenching” a grunt hums against your neck, the lower tongue flattening as it licks a stripe from your leaking hole to your clit “s’ gonna hurt worse if you fight it- just let it happen, woman”

so you do. this was your job as a concubine, you had to remember that.

relaxing your lower half you let him violate you with the mouth. its a sensation unlike anything you've ever felt, though not awful. it makes your cunt drool, softening naturally in preparation for whatever your lord planned to do next.

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"hah! h-holy fuck-!"

"don't speak of holiness while in my quarters" strong firm hips buck up into your own, still held in a mean full nelson that left you spread wide open.

now though, two cocks were coaxing your slit open. you had relaxed all you could like he demanded, his second tongue had gotten you to drip a lewd amount over his lower stomach, and yet even the tips of both were enough to have you shaking.

"mm-lord sukuna! p-please..." tears pricked the corners of your eyes. you couldn't help the overflowing whines and sobs you let out, it was all too much and yet he kept going.

"last time- shit- i checked-" both lengths push further into your weeping cunt, fat tears begin to slip down your flushed cheeks "-concubines werent supposed to- fuckin' take it- talk back to their master"

your heads spinning, you can feel your hole pulsating as it tries to take in every inch of both cocks. they’re not just long, they’re thick, fat even at the tip. every inch burns but theres an underlying pleasure to it that makes you want more.

a lapping at your cheek brings you back to him, heavy eyes glancing towards the monsters face; he’s grinning while licking up your tears, a chuckle reverberates into your back “pretty crier at least…”

sukuna finally, with one powerful thrust, is able to slot both cocks fully inside. it knocks the wind out of you.

the sensation is nothing like anything you’ve ever felt. full, stretched beyond what should be humanly possible, your cunts memorizing every vein as if you were being molded to fit him. your were so fucking dizzy you could hardly keep your eyes open.

smack, smack, smack!

“look at me, look at your lord while you take my cocks”

a firm hand held your face again after a few merciful slaps. once more you were forced to hold eye contact with him

“picked you to be one of my toys…cause’ of the way you looked at me” a deep thrust has his balls smacking your clit and his tips rutting into your cervix “you don’t fuckin’ look away. felt like- ug- you were beggin’ for this”

when he gets no reply he smacks your cheek once again with more force. “tell me. tell your lord that you wanted this”

his hips begin to piston up into you, ripping a yelp from somewhere deep in your chest. its like he’s fucking into your cervix now. your cries, skin slapping, grunts from him bounce of the walls.

“i-i- mmph! wan-wanted this!”

sukuna grunts and picks up the pace of his thrusts, practically snarling into your ear. his breath was blistering against your flushed skin

“wanted- ah! shi- wanted lord kuna!”

another deep chuckle from him makes the burning in your lower stomach begin to grow. your cunt was tightening, choking his lengths. you can hear his grunts become huffs, his pace is slowing.

“wanted kuna so bad? huh?” a whine is all you can muster out“then cum. milk my seed, woman”

the words are so vulgar, and yet they break that tension that had been growing. tears pool down your cheeks once more as you cum, legs shaking in his grasp. you’re sobbing, struggling to catch your breath as your orgasm rips throughout your used body.

just the spasming on your already snug cunt has sukuna busting from both cocks not long after. he growls while pushing his hips flush to your own, balls pressed right up to your clit. you swear you can feel your cervix open up for him, like it needed his seed.

“atta girl…” he huffs out a tired sigh, finally letting your legs fall, his arms falling by his head. you nearly pass out from the pressure release. so dizzy, your legs feel like jelly, your arms are numb, and he’s still pushed all the way inside you.

when you try to move, one of his four arms stops you. your eyes meet and he pulls your back to his chest, two of his other hands coming up to caress your breasts.

“you’re gonna stay here. gotta make sure it takes.” one of the hands on your breasts slips to your lower stomach, brushing it gently “can tell your cunt wants to make me an heir. isnt that right?”

oh to give sukuna an heir. i love u true form sukuna<333

[radgeorgie]

despite it all - in spite of it all - the love for you is the most real thing about me

[bobowizard]

phayao lake flood, north thailand

before

today my village

[engagewharf9673]

So I actually tried this as a joke at my local college. I’ve always suspected one of my friends was a Tumblr person but I could never catch him on anything. No amount of blorbos, silly little guys, or even Randy’s Sticks could get him to crack. But today I got him. He doesn’t know it but now I know his dirty little secret.

He’s a tumblrina like the rest of us!

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your tits”

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: I stole them from gandalf.

[syrecjh]

─★°🧁Hero in the Headlines, Softie at Home

˚🎀༘⋆ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

The city knows Dynamight. You know Katsuki.

The headlines love him — all grit, explosions, sharp eyes and sharper temper.

"Dynamight Decimates Villain Ring in 3 Minutes Flat"

"The Explosive Hero Strikes Again"

They call him a force of nature. A walking warzone.

But right now, he’s crouched in front of your tiny apartment oven.

Wearing plaid pajama pants.

And socks with tiny chili peppers on them.

His brows are furrowed in deep concentration, eyes fixed on the warm glow inside like he’s disarming a bomb, not baking.

You’re perched on the counter, elbows on knees, grinning at him as he mutters, “They’re gonna rise this time. I measured everything. Even used the stupid toothpick trick.”

Last time was a disaster. The batter overflowed, he cursed at the oven like it personally betrayed him, and then sulked for a solid hour before vowing vengeance on… baking.

Now, though? Now he’s being so careful. Flour in his hair. A bit of vanilla batter on his cheek. Arms crossed like the fate of the world depends on those cupcakes rising.

You can’t help it.

You snap a photo. Click.

His head whips toward you, incredulous.

“Did you just—? Oi. Delete it.”

You hold the phone close, grinning wider. “You look cute.”

“Damn it, I’m supposed to be intimidating.”

But he doesn’t lunge for the phone. Doesn’t scowl too hard. He stands, sighs, and leans forward to kiss you — batter cheek and all.

“You better save me one, cupcake thief,” you murmur against his lips.

He smirks. “Only if you swear not to post that photo.”

You don’t swear.

You don’t delete it either.

And he lets you keep it.

Because no matter what the headlines say — ruthless, unstoppable — you know the truth.

Dynamight is a menace on the streets.

But at home, he's just Katsuki — flour-dusted, fiercely soft, and all yours.