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reminder that this is indeed an anti-trumpie blog, please block me if you support trump!!!!!! thx🎀

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ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

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happy Juneteenth to black fans in fandom specifically 🫶🏿 love yall

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hi. fuck ice. here is how you can help families affected by unlawful deportation

edit: and FUCK LAPD. here is how you can help bail out protestors who are in the trenches, facing mass arrests and putting their bodies on the line.

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 – 𝐦. 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝟏𝟖+) | i told you guys, this man is haunting my brain. like look at this sweet, sweet man!! no one can tell me he isn't a switch. warnings include smut, 99% porn and 1% plot, language, oral sex (m receiving), bodily fuilds, vocal!manny, car sex (mentioned), manny being down bad for reader even if she is a menace. thanks for reading <3 (0.9 words)

“baby… amor, i gotta-i gotta go.”

manny’s words exit him as a shaky exhale, head dropping back against your mattress to avoid your eyes. they’re worse than his kryptonite—one of the first things he noticed about you during his initial visit to abbott and your not-so-secret weapon when it comes to getting whatever you want from the man. his closed eyelids and averted gaze are the only things keeping him from falling into the abyss of your gaze.

“i’m sure the superintendent won’t care if you’re a little late, right?"

manny doesn’t answer you. manny can’t answer you, as his teeth are clamped shut to stop them from gritting at the way you nose at him through his briefs. yes. yeah, he would actually mind very much but a hard gulp jerks manny’s throat when he feels you peel the fabric away from his leaky cock.

it pulses at the cool air of the bedroom, involuntarily jumping and already dribbling out sticky drops of precum you’re happy to catch with the tip of your tongue.

the dam, albeit weak to begin with, breaks. desire flooding through, manny shivers with a long groan at the heat of your tongue as it curls around his glistening head.

he nearly cries a mixture of ‘shit,’ ‘fuck,’ plus something else you can’t make out with a clenching of his abs. his hips buck immediately, needily and he whimpers, whipping open his eyes and tilting his head to find you already looking at him.

“ah, shit,” he gasps, vision blurring at the sides as he watches you swallow him down further, face fixed in a blissed-out stare. you suck with a damning intention, hand reaching to lay flat against his stomach.

a squirmer—not that you mind—but there’s something about your palm pushing his fidgeting middle back into the bed that always gets his blood pumping a little faster.

he’s noisy, too. something the man had tried to hide when the two of you fucked for the first time after janine’s party. the poor guy had gone as far as using your shoulder to muffle his punchy wails while he fucked the both of you stupid in the backseat of his car. you’d pulled him back by the hair on the top of his head and stuttered through your orders to not dare hold back.

you wanted to hear all of it. you wanted all of him.

now he’s wholly unashamed. free and willing to release the same noises he’s making right now. his voice cracks more than once. you can barely understand his mumbles as his words melt together and you make it your goal to suck him into an oblivion where words don’t even exist.

your head bobs with a new fever, and he’s losing the little composure he had left. superintendent who? what meeting? manny sure doesn’t know and doesn’t bother remembering. sweet, broken sounds and scores of slick fluids ooze from him at similar speeds. he doesn’t have to look to know that his dick is coated in the same mess that’s dripping down your chin. he can feel it, the wet of your drool collecting into a slippery shine you use to tug him closer and closer to the edge.

“fuck,” manny pants, muscles clenching as he tries to hold off. he’s close. he doesn’t want this to end yet but he’s close. “fuck, amor, can you—can you slow down? please, i don’t wanna come yet, feels too good. you’re so good.”

you release him from your mouth with a quiet pop that shakes him with a flinch.

“thought you need to go soon?”

the question is mean with a smug smile from you to match, and manny has to sob out his pleads when you guzzle him back into your mouth and swirl your head at a new angle.

“aaaah, baby, please. don’t care anymore, simon can handle it. s’just one meeti…” manny interrupts himself with a ragged moan. his hips lift from the mattress as he bucks into your mouth, fist clenching whatever sheets he can grab a hold of. “oh, fuck. fuck, ‘m sorry, i can’t hold it.”

cock twitching, manny floods your mouth with a long and quivering curse. your name pours from him like something stronger than a prayer, like you’re the only thing he’s ever known to exist.

he writhes under the hand you still have against him, your mouth slurping to milk him as dry as he’ll allow before trying to pull his cock from your mouth.

“okay, okay,” he rushes out, eyes clenched and body jerking with the last of his peak. when his hand reaches blindly for yours, you take it with a sweet squeeze that he returns despite his foggy mind. “jeeesus.”

manny’s still catching the breath he lost as you kiss your way to his mouth. even with his eyes closed in near exhaustion and his body lay boneless on the mattress, he still finds the energy to give your tongue a good suck before parting from you with a tired huff.

when his eyes peel open, you are reminded that even in his fatigue, the man’s a smiley ray of sunshine.

drowsy and floating, manny grins, collapsing you against him so close that your noses bump. he kisses you again, lips smushing against yours with the leisure of someone who cares not about the fact that he’d have to find the will to shower, dress, make you both coffee, and put together your lunch in under twelve minutes if he still wanted to make it to work on-time.

“mmm, you’re trouble,” manny hums, a smirk doing little to light his foggy eyes. “still my girl, though.”

“yeah?”

manny nods, a hand rubbing across your back as he thinks to himself.

“yeeeah…” he draws out, nose scrunching at his next words. “even if you do get me fired.”

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"pretty little provider" reupload from littlesoulshine

he comes home super nervous. you see it in the way he holds the box—tucked tight under one arm, like he’s scared you’ll tell him it’s too much. scared he’s too much. his other hand fiddles with his watch, knuckles pale. lily’s upstairs, the house is quiet, and your wine glass already half-full.

he crosses the threshold and you look up from the couch. silk robe, with bare legs crossed and with your lashes heavy. you don’t smile at him, just watching to see why his anxious energy has filled the room.

“hi, baby,” he murmurs, eyes hopeful. “i, uh…i got you something.”

you arch a brow, sipping your wine slow, then pating your lap. “come show me.”

his ears turn pink. you know he was hoping for approval first, a kiss maybe, a thank-you. he walks over fast, obedient, and when you uncross your legs and lean back as he comes closer to place the gift on your lap.

the box trembles slightly in his hand as you take it, nails grazing his wrist. a necklace, gaudy yet rare and seems imported. carrying disgusting price tag—you don’t even look surprised.

your free hand drags slowly up his spine, beneath the fabric of his button-up. he shudders, arching slightly. the heat of his back presses into your palm like he’s starving for it.

you lean in close, lips brushing his ear. “my pretty little provider,” you whisper, voice low, syrupy.

he moans. God, that delicious moan.

your nails rake down his back, slow and sharp. his breath catches, his hands shifting to your lap. leaning over to his crotch, you feel the way he’s already getting hard, straining against his slacks.

“you like buying things for me?” you ask, words a little rougher now. your nails drag again. deeper. he gasps.

“yes—yes, princess. i love it. i want to—i just want to take care of you—”

“you do.” your hand cups the back of his neck, thumb stroking just under the hairline. “but you know what that makes you, don’t you?”

his lips part. “your…your provider?”

you smile against his jaw. “no, baby. that makes you mine.”

he melts. his head drops onto your shoulder, breath ragged. you feel him leaking through his pants already. your palm slides over his chest, fingers toying with the buttons.

you tug one open, and then another.

your lips brush his temple.

“how long were you hard in the store, hm?” you murmur, undoing each button like it’s a reward. “walking around all polite with your wallet in one hand and my name in your head, cock aching because you knew i’d call you good when you handed this to me?”

his hands clench on your thighs. his voice breaks.

“i was…i was throbbing. the whole time, i kept thinking about your voice.”

“and what voice is that?” you slide your hand down, palm resting right over his cock. he bucks against it.

“that voice,” he pants. “when you call me yours.” your fingers curl around the wet patch, displaying his thick bulge, slow pressure.

“say it again.”

“i’m yours. i’m yours, my love. i belong to you. i—i earn for you. i spend for you. i ache for you.”

your fingers tighten, making him whimper.

you unzip him, slow and deliberate. pulling his cock out without a word and let it sit against his belly, hard, flushed, and twitching. your other hand trails down his stomach, light touches, teasing.

“you want me to fuck you for it?” you ask. “or should i edge you all night while i wear your little gift and moan for someone else?”

he whimpers. “i want you to fuck me for it, baby.”

you nod, grabbing his jaw, fingers digging into his cheeks, yanking his face back to yours.“next time, get the earrings too.” before kissing him deeply, and climbing on him.

retags: @inbred-eater @faiszt @cherrygirlfriend @nemesyaaa

inspiration ➳ my lovey @rafesplaymate

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"You wanna go?"

"Yeah. Can you grab my clothes?"

"Sure, baby."

He gets up, leaning down to grab his boxers and pull them on. He finds your shirt and shorts, but keeps looking around on the ground.

"What is it?"

"Where's your undies?"

"I don't have undies."

He freezes, glancing up at you.

"What?"

"I said, I don't have underwear. Can I have my clothes now?"

He steps towards you slowly, handing your clothes to you as you get up.

"Do... Did you just not wear them last night to be sexy or something?" You scoff.

"No. I don't like underwear, so I don't wear it."

He gawks at you.

"What?"

"How many times do I have to repeat myself?"

"You never wear panties? Like, ever? Not even in dresses or anything?"

"Nope."

"Oh my god." He sits down on the bed, putting his face in his hands. "Oh my god."

"What's wrong?"

"You... You don't wear panties. You're saying you've never worn panties around me? Ever?"

"Uh... besides the sexy ones, no."

"So you just go bareback, like, all the time?"

"Does it weird you out or something? Is this gonna be a thing that bothers you?"

He huffs, shaking his head. He suddenly looks up at you, grabbing your wrist.

"I need you."

"What?"

"I fucking need you."

"Babe, what? We have to go; we're meeting up for coffee, remember?"

"I'll text them and cancel." He pulls you to him, already peeling off your clothes. "I gotta have you, like, now."

"Babe, what the hell? We gotta go. What has gotten into you?"

"I gotta fuck you. You've never worn panties around me. Every date, every makeout session, every time we dry humped on the couch: your pussy was right there and I didn't even know it."

"Babe, it's literally always been there. You're acting crazy."

"Can I taste you? I want you to sit on my face. Fuck, I'm so fucking hard right now. If you touched me, I would bust instantly."

"Babe!"

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GUESS WHO JUST MOVED INTO THEIR FIRST APARTMENT!!

GUESS WHO MIGHT BE GETTING MOLD POISONING?!

hint: they’re the same person

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Anything I want, already wants me more

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me

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POV: about to film a porn homemade video with him

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let's bring back flip phones

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How to start out as a Fanfic Writer

I occasionally get asks about how to start writing fanfic and how to increase engagement, so I decided to make a post with some advice!

Find joy in creativity My first advice is to write about the things you personally enjoy and really want to bring to paper. Practice your writing and read other people's work (and books) to find your own voice and writing style. It's about having fun and not about being perfect. And please please please do not use AI.

Participate in writing events I know there aren't that many in this fandom anymore but some people still host writing challenges or events and will reblog your work or post a masterlist with your fic if you participate. This way more people will notice your story.

Support other writers If you want to get other people's attention, you have to actively engage with other fanfic writers. Read their works, reblog it and leave nice comments. Make a rec list with the stories you liked. Other writers will notice and might check out your blog at some point because they recognize your name. That's how I became mutuals with a bunch of blogs with a much larger following than me.

Find a community One of the best parts about posting fanfics is being part of a fandom and getting the chance to find other people who love the same things you do. Not only is it incredibly rewarding to be part of a community, it also helps with increasing engagement on your fics. People you regularly talk to will be more likely to read and reblog your stories! This doesn't just happen out of nowhere and "bigger" writers don't suddenly have a few chosen ones who become their friends. We all started out somewhere and prioritized talking to other people in the fandom. You have to actively message them, join a discord etc. Before I posted my first fic I reached out to one of the largest CM fandom blogs at the time and now she's my best friend and we even met in person. Isn't that wonderful?

Use the right tags Tagging your posts appropriately is very important so people can find your stories. You can look at the tags of well-performing fics in the fandom and see what they used. I always check if my fic actually appears in the tags after posting because sometimes tumblr randomly shadowbans certain words and will hide your post. That really messes with engagement!

Be patient Trust me, I know how frustrating it is to put so much work into a fic only for it to not get that many notes. That's not a skill issue! Sometimes people just get lucky with a post and it blows up right away. I wasn't that lucky. It took at least 6 months of me regularly posting stories until my fics finally started getting more notes.

That's all I can think of for now! I hope this post is helpful to some of you. You can always come into my inbox or my dms if you need advice about writing, I'm very happy to help! I love finding new writers and making new friends in the CM fandom, so please don't hesitate to reach out to me.

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I'm only saying this for your sake, but objectively, it's not a smart idea to bring politics into normal hobbies. You might lose supporters of your blog just because of your political stance, and that would be terrible since you're so amazing!! It's only a suggestion, but I really reccomend not bringing politics into anything.