#just not even gunna bother

[jacqcrisis]

Why is everyone in this godforsaken camp sniffing my lizard?

[toxooz]

me watching a mf explain to me that me being able to grow thickass black chin and neck hair better than most high school boys is just ‘’’unlucky genetics’’’ and its only more visible bc i have brown hair since apparently im just the direct descendant of the fucking bearded lady 

[ajjconcertat2am]

okay now i feel more comfortable mentioning this but ahsksbd im sorry but he has like listed four different places hes gunna send his monetization money to. Just in his last two statements alone. Its been bothering me but felt moot to mention if... ya know.... he died.

[pastelchad]

Parents with adult children logging onto Twitter and whining about how their 20 something year old kids dont know how to be an adult and it's like....if only they had someone teach them these things before they reached adulthood...an adult responsible for their care and for raising them perhaps....a 'parent' figure, if you will...oh i guess well never know why your 20 year old calls you every time they get a bill, surely it couldn't possibly be your fault 🙄

[thebuttsmcgee]

I'm ngl, 9 and X had problems, but I've been hating mk's story since 11 and 1 (god that's stupid) is definitely putting no faith back in for the story. Reptile most likely being used as some minion again instead of an actual character if he's in it, and Kung Lao probably just being reduced to a arrogant sidekick as well. Again. At least they can make it canonically clear this time around tho that Mileena is sapphic 👍.

The gameplay itself (aka what SHOULD be the main focus of the actual game) looks fine. Apparently for every system the gbs cost too much (all that for an mk game?) and tbh the costumes look mid (not bad but certainly not special) for the characters aside from the Edenians.

So. Cool, ig?

No more shitty guest characters tho, joker was lame, rambo was there, and robocop was only there to fit the bill of making terminator v robocop a thing in mk, like how the xenomorphs were there to fit the bill of making predator v aliens a thing in mk in mkx. The horror icons and Spawn can stay tho.

[motheyes]

having an autism moment

[666soulz]

rapper!connie first run in with fashionvlogger!reader was…interesting. you answered a question from a fan on twitter who asked if you could style one rapper who would it be? you replied saying, ‘connie springer, his music don’t match his style. he dressing like a regular hood nigga when he should be dressing like a bad bitch with a dark lair. pisses me off.’

eren snorted when he seen the tweet and sent it to connie. at first he was a little offended and was about to clean you right on up, but when he saw the comments agreeing??? he had to find out why your opinion mattered so much. so the the first thing he did was tap that instagram link. 550k followers. hmm. he seen that plenty of his celebrity mutuals followed you. 

                           hollowsoul

followed by thegirljt, gunna, liluzivert and others. 

when he tapped on your pinned photo he almost drooled at your beauty, your body, and the outfit you were wearing.  you indeed had that shit on to the T. connie caught himself scrolling through your feed as his anemic ass shook ice into his mouth. you sure did have a love for all black outfits. 

he taps on that message button and types in two words. ‘style me’ 

your phone lights up as you stir around the meat in the pan. you put your glass of wine down to pick up your phone. 

instagram 

new message 

you tap on the notification and it takes you to the dm. you didn’t really have a shocked reaction, but you were surprised that he even bothered to to dm you. connie was semi private. he has moments where he’s very active on social media then he becomes a ghost. 

‘sure long as your okay with me vlogging’

connie puts his cup of ice down beside his feet warning his dog, Choppo, to not touch before replying to you. 

‘i don’t mind. you free on friday?’

   ‘i am’

ight let’s meet at the outlet mall on Lafayette @ 1 then. you mind if me, my friends, and security come?

 okay sounds good and i don’t mind at all.  see you on friday x

trust me you were less boring in person. connie was lacking in first impression as he was late to you guys shopping date. 

you didn’t mind though, you were right in dior trying on sunglasses. “how these look y’all?” you ask your camera. “i don’t know they’re kinda cunt..” you say looking in the small mirror. you didn’t even notice connie and his crew walking in and walking towards you. 

“i like them.”

you look behind you, seeing connie and his friends. connie took you in while you were distracted and you were better in person. you were in an all black outfit, of course, and you looked fucking beautiful. 

“they’re cute right?” you smile looking up at the 6’1 FINE ass dominican man. one thing that  also irritated you about connie’s style is that it doesn’t emphasize his face. connie face card was something different. He had beautiful features, hazel eyes, low lids, some pretty plump lips, and he was pulling off a buzz cut like david beckham in the 2000’s. not many people can do that. 

“yeah, sorry I was late. had to drop my sister off to her dance practice.” connie says you wave him off, “oh I'm not worried about it. it gave me time to think of what stores i want to go to.” you say taking your glasses off. “hey it’s nice to meet y’all,” you said looking at the two men behind connie. eren and ony. they weren’t a group but they put out some collab albums. those albums were heat, and was always playing when you were working out or cleaning. 

“we’re starting here by the way. can’t go wrong with dior. do you have a favorite fashion brand or designer?” you ask connie as you walked over to the men’s section. 

“uhm nike?”

“nike..? you know what i’m just..i’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that.“ you say shaking your head in disappointment. ony was laughing to himself in the background cause he could hear it in your voice. 

“what’s wrong with nike?” connie smiles as you picked up a dior sweater. “well first off all nike is a sports brand i’m talking about a fashion brand like rick owens, true religion, moschino. 

“what’s a moschino?” connie scrunches his face and he was dead serious. 

“do you know who jeremy scott is? law roach?”

“are these random white people?”

you looked at connie like he was a little lost baby, pouting your glossy lips. “aw you are so cute.” you pinch his cheek. “this is my favorite part. teaching you the ins and out of fashion.” you smile pushing an outfit into his chest. “go try this on.”

connie found out that you were a bossy little thing. if he didn’t like something, “oh well too bad you’re getting it anyways.” ony and eren enjoyed seeing him get bossed around as he was usually the demanding one in the studio. you had fun telling connie stuff about fashion and how to put together a good outfit. 

connie left that outlet with a new wardrobe, friend, and crush. a very big crush that his friends noticed. the way connie blushed like some nerdy school boy every time you’d hype him up. you noticed as well and found it absolutely adorable. 

“do that lil pose that you do. period!” 

you enjoyed Connie's presence. He was a mix between laidback and hyper. like when he got comfortable around you, he got to cracking jokes. even joking you. picking up some ugly ass cowgirl boots and saying, “this looks like something you’d like.” and you’d just give him a little playful glare telling him to not play with you. 

you left Connie with a homework assignment. learn how to use pinterest and make a pinterest board. 

[catsgut]

how scumbag jjk characters fuck

ft. gojo, yuuji, geto, toji, and megumi. all 18+

warnings : honestly just nasty men

-gojo

ok so scumbag gojo seems like any other fuckboy, but believe me when i say he’s completely different. he knows he’s hot so he doesn’t bother trying to be nice to girls. they will sleep with him either way, so why would he fake it?

always video tapes his hookups. doesn’t matter where or with who. once he filmed himself fucking a girl in an alleyway, flipping the camera around from the pov angle of your ass bent over to his face, flashing the camera a peace sign and a silly face

cums inside without asking and moans i love you everytime without fail

missionary is his favorite, but he also isn’t picky. any position where he can show off his pretty face works for him

moans like a little bitch and says things that aren’t even really that hot, but it’s gojo…. “take this long fat cock!!” “gunna creampie your cooch!”

always makes sure to eat your pussy like he is starved! he moans into it so loudly like he’s the one getting head. honestly the best part about hooking up with him.. i can see him doing that thing where he shakes his head side to side really fast with his tongue out lmfao

tells you to leave .5 seconds after he cums. does not want to cuddle after but will tell you to text him!

doesn’t text back

anyway, you aren’t leaving unsatisfied, but you’re definitely getting that post nut clarity on your way home. was it worth the second hand embarrassment?

-yuuji

lives with his mom and seems like a sweet boy, but gojo and geto have corrupted him. kinda a ladies man… he’s so sweet like a little puppy dog. hard to say to to him.

does not care what position, but he is an ass man. asks if you wanna try anal like every time you guys see each other. when you tell him yes, and you will, he doesn’t like wearing a condom. kinda gross, but he’s cute so you let it slide

he fucks hard and fast with 0 rythme. you ask him to slow down, but ten seconds later he is back to his original pace.

another moaner like gojo. he will be whining in your ear the whole time

he has such a big mommy kink it’s crazy. will suck your tits and ask you to call him a good boy, but if he’s around his friends he’s telling them how nasty you were for him.

cums inside, but when he does pull out, it shoots the back of your head into your hair. will proceed to cuddle you after. it’s very confusing because he tells you he likes you, but once you leave don’t expect a text back unless it’s him asking for nudes.

honestly the nicest out of all of them, but in no way does he care about your feelings. his only concerns are when he’s going to get laid next.

-geto

the way geto will have you FOOLED. like he can be just as rude as gojo, but he’s nice about it?? you at first believe him to be an alright guy, until you show up to the trailer him and gojo share. it’s dirty and smells like blunt ash. he doesn’t seem to have a problem with his bare mattress being on the ground in the living room area, patting the spot next to him

plays music loudly and honestly his playlist is pretty good so you don’t mind.

loves fucking you in doggy and will stick a thumb in your ass. thinks it’s funny to “accidentally” try to stick his dick in the wrong hole

pulls out and cums wherever, but never inside. he claims it is because he’s “too much of a gentleman” yet he refuses to wear a condom.

he fucks so good though you can’t even complain. the dick is immaculate

doesn’t eat pussy, says it’s gross but will ask for a blowjob 10 minutes into hanging out with him. “i let you smoke my weed i think i deserve something in return.” he will ask you to politely please leave if you say no.

let’s you shower afterwards, but honestly after seeing the state his bathroom is in you don’t know if you want to

-toji

idk where to begin. the scummiest of scummy men. hits you up on his friends phone because he doesn’t own one himself… you know he’s a piece of shit, but this dick is so good?? it’s unreal..

he can’t hold a job down, but he knows how to beat that pussy up. he’s so sloppy and gross with it.

degrades tf out of you! pulling your hair, spitting on you, ect.. anything downright dirty he’s into it. lowkey likes feet and probably sucks toes while he’s balls deep in you

doesn’t use lube, but soooooo much spit wooo man salivates so much

EATS ASSSSSSS i just know he does. will spit on it and try shoving his tongue as deep as it’ll go

his favorite position is pushing your knees to your chest. he’s able to fuck into you deeper that way. takes rearranging your guts to a whole other level.

PULL OUT GAME STRONG AF. man does notttt!! want another kid. he doesn’t even take care of the one he has now. still no condom though

you will most likely get a uti no matter how many times you piss afterwards, sorry. thats just the chance you have to take, but its honestly so worth it.

he is the one dipping out after sex because it’s never his house he fucks you at. (he doesn’t have a place of his own)

-megumi

you know he isn’t very nice, but he also isn’t down right mean? like geto, will smoke you out in his car and expect head afterwards. doesn’t tell you to leave if you say no, but will jerk off anyways.

boob man all the way. he doesn’t care about size, but likes to make you feel insecure about them. he’ll tease you about having a chest too small/big

likes when you squat ride him. he’s lazy and doesn’t feel like putting in the work. he won’t make eye contact what so ever, eyes only focused on your tits and pussy.

if you get tired in your position on top he will sigh and just lay there till you’re ready to start bouncing again.

doesn’t dirty talk or moan really. it’s mostly grunts and heavy breathing, but when you’re sucking his dick you can sometimes squeeze a whimper or two out.

like his daddy, his pull out game is above and beyond. doesn’t even want to take a chance with getting you pregnant and honestly doesn’t mind wearing a condom. if he isn’t wearing one then he likes to cum on your face and in your eyes.

he’s kind of sadistic, but just way too lazy to do anything about it.

let’s you shower after sex, but he only has a bar of soap that has pubes stuck to it in his shower. you wonder why his skin is so clear…

doesn’t care that much if you hang out after sex, but he won’t talk to you. just sits there on his phone. he’s actually not horrible about texting back, but don’t get attached because he is absolutely talking to several other girls.

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Not exactly a meet cute between Jazz and Jason.

Jason's had a long night of beating the shit out of a gang that dared to sell in his territory, the last thing he needs is the Bats on his tail. He can always sense them when he leaves Crime Alley- they watch for him. Waiting for him to fail. It pisses him off.

So Jason shakes his tail, he's pretty sure it's the demon brat, parks his bike, removes his helm and heads into the loudest bar he can find, ditching his mask along the way. There are no camera's and there was no one watching, so Jason just looks like any other angry frat guy at the bar. Well, he supposes that the Leather jacket might be a stand out.

He grabs a drink, and looks at the time. Jason just needs to wait out the chance that a baby bird saw his bike and hope that curfew kicks in before this has to be a 'conversation'. Besides, the music is good and despite all the people, the crowd is pretty behaved.

"Hi! I'm so glad you're here!" A woman approaches, he can tell she's had a few drinks from her walk but her eyes scream sobriety and fear. She's tall in her flats, her hair looks disheveled (from dancing maybe) and her outfit screams 'this is the one fun black top I own'. She's beautiful and her approaching him might've been a wet teenage dream if his suspicions weren't immediately raised.

"I certainly am here." Jason replies, a smirk set into his features easily and as he straightens out his back he can see the three men watching the back of her head like predators. They're wearing super lame white hoodies and coats, like they're organized somehow.

"That's why you're my hero! Always ready to grab me at a moment's notice! Any chance you'll be good to leave after you finish that drink?" Her eyes are pleading but she keeps the same happy smile and joyful tone the whole time.

"Nah, no worries about the drink. It was cheap and I was just getting bored with it anyway. " Jason explains, setting his glass down on the counter. He's mentally photographed the three creeps, "Did any of your friends also need a ride home?"

"Nope! They all got in an uber... without me. So they'll be just fine!" She explains and there is an anger in her eyes that clearly meant she was telling the truth. Her hands are straightening out his jacket collar, making it look like they're more comfortable with each other than just strangers. She lays her hands flat on his chest once her task is completed and Jason feels his throat go dry.

"I'm always telling you to find better friends. Now c'mon, I parked out back." he wraps an arm around her waist, though its not tight, and peers over his shoulder. These guys weren't going to leave without a fight it seems, Dumb, Dumbie and Dumber are all watching her with evil in their eyes.

The two of them walk out and before she can even say thank you, the door swings back open and she's sucker punched one of the assholes and Jason's pulled his gun out for the other two.

"You gents are gunna go home, or you're gonna end up in the dirt. Pick." Jason growls. Not taking him seriously at first, he shoots one dudes foot and the last one standing looks like he might pass out. He picks up his fallen comrades and backs away into the bar.

"For ancients sake those dudes were trying to traffic the hell out of me." She sighs, and Jason holsters his gun.

"Yeah no shit. You okay?" Jason inquires.

"I will be. I'm Jazz, thanks for saving me Hood."

"I'm no-"

"You're literally leaning comfortably on Red Hoods motorcycle that still has his helmet perched on it. No one would do that unless they were suicidal or him." She challenges, but then a look changes in her eyes and she almost looks nervous "But still, do you uhm, wanna get out of here?"

He blinks. She was trying to pick him up? AFTER finding out he was a crime lord??

The answer is that yes, Hell Yes, Jason does want to get out of here. None of the Bats will bother him while he has a civilian, not at the diner he takes her too and certainly not while he's taking her back to one of his safe houses.

Jason had expected one of his siblings to show up in the morning and cause a ruckus. He hadn't planned for a dude to let himself into his kitchen screaming about government agencies tracking Jazz down that wasn't related. Turns out it's her brother and he's floating and no he's not going to explain why he's there or how he found them.

Jazz has a lot to explain to the both of them and it starts with "So I can admit that I have a thing for motorcycle guys-"

[salaciousdoll]

   ·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·  Studio Love    ·  ·  ·  ꔫ  ·  ·  ·

･˳ . ⋆ starring South Terano x chubby! Fem! reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: husband! South Terano, wife!reader, chubby reader, professional MMA fighter/ music producer south, smut, heavy smut, oral both f&m receiving, squirting, hairy pussy agenda being pushed here, pubic hair mentioned on south as well, breeding kink( heavy), dacryphillia, gagging, spit in mouth, kissing with spit in mouth, body worship, pet names( baby, meu amor, doll, princess, etc.), speaking Portuguese( briefly), brief mention of stretch marks on body, heavy dirty talking, size kink( major), daddy kink( brief), south is 7’5 in this. missionary/ mating press, moaning in the mic for a song( don’t worry, not directly into it), vivid description of pussy and dick, uncircumcised South, Heavy/ big dick South, soft but usual south, cum eating/drinking, sloppy top, praise kink, degrading kink( slutty whore), hint at the end( catch it if you can), inspired by p power by gunna, overall just nastiness. ୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word count: 5.8k

18+, Minors do not interact

The Pristine rain was heavily knocking against your kitchen window like an unwelcome guest banging on your cold prehung, glass pivot door to yours and South’s mansion. You always loved the taste and smell of spring so the rain didn’t bother you as you had on your light pink apron while cleaning the greens in your big white pot for dinner tonight. 

South loved your cooking and sometimes pitched in to help you cook. He loved getting behind you with his big, doughy but calloused hands holding your supple and cavernous thighs or gripping your love handles just not too roughly. Whenever you cooked he was the first to taste because he stayed glued to your body like a sticky bug on your clothes in the spring and summer— you have to physically pull or shove him away.

But could you really blame him because when he’s cooking, you're behind him telling him to put more seasoning or even water in the pot. Sometimes he gets frustrated at you because he thinks you’re trying to tell him that he can’t cook and he’s not Brazilian for no reason— that was always his favorite line to use on you when you coach his cooking.

 Other than getting on his nerves, you chubby hands always osculated on the inner of his black tee he usually wears around the house— either that or no shirt at all. You always caressed his abs or just wrap your plump arms around his torso with your face squished against his back. If you guessed what the love language was, you would have to say physical touching, of course. 

You two confided in each other about any and everything. He always placed little kisses on your hand or forehead whenever you two are next to each other. He doesn’t care who’s staring at you two, it could be an old lady or newborn baby for all he cares, he’s going to love on you until you grow sick and old. He loved the feeling of your skin on his. You loved the feeling of his hands and warm body next to yours. Minami was someone you were told to cherish and you did that every morning, night, and even in the evening. 

Whenever you were feeling down, South always made you feel a warm solace with his boisterous laugh, his light but funny jokes, and his loudness in general. You know when he is in the house when you hear his loud laugh. From just his voice and laugh, all your problems go away. South didn’t even have to do the things he does when you’re feeling down— things like taking you out to walk in the glorious spring sun or if it’s night, the alluring celestial body in the sable night empyrean always makes your heart warm. South feared the day where you would completely shut him out if you went down your spiral, yet you always reassured him that you’re never going to shut him out. Not a chance in hell you’ll do that when he was hot to your cold. 

South loves what you do when he’s feeling down. You tend to sometimes let him take his frustrations out on you, take him into the frustration room with messy art painting on the paper walls, or you would take him for a ride to another city or state, depending on how ponderous his problems were. 

Sometimes he even goes to your gym downstairs right next to his studio booth he built due to trying to accomplish his dream of being an producer and so far he over achieved that supplentairly with being an heavyweight champion of mma. There’s plenty of Brazilian, American, Japanese, Korean, etc. artists that he produced for and honestly some are hits, some are not— depending on how big the artist is. It’s a win or lose with producing songs but it’s never like that with fighting. He’s undefeated and has won 7 championship matches already and won every last one of them while you were either at home or standing in the crowd with a huge smile on your chunky face. 

Everytime he won a fight he would either point at you and tell the crowd how much you inspire him and how much he’s in love with you. When you are at home, he’ll shout you out and the crowd somehow gets louder every time he does any of those. You thought it was because of how wholesome he was but in reality the crowd was in awe of your beauty as the camera panned to you whenever he shouted at you out if you were there, of course. 

Overall, you two are each other's lock and key to your diary. Your relationship was a diary to most around you, if you had problems you kept it between you two and your therapist. If word got out that you two are having problems, you were afraid that Takemichi would go back because he was being the airhead he was whenever one of his friends were in trouble. So you vowed to never let your relationship problems swim their way back to your friends, family, etc. especially not the public. Only exception is the diary of a person you both share, which is also your therapist/ counselor.

You loved each other so much. He always declares he’s really in love with you when his cock is digging in and out of you. Your juices and the way your walls tighten on his cock was all he needed to confirm that you love him too. You were always speechless when he took you on any part of the mansion you guys owned together. The pool table, the bed, balcony, gym, and many more places, you name it. Your moans were so beautiful and recording worthy so you did multiple sex tapes with Minami in different kinds of sex positions he learned or wanted to try. Your sex life was beautiful and you couldn’t be more thankful for South making you feel so loved but what you didn’t know is that he feels the same way about you making him feel like he belongs here in this world.

In fact, your moans were so beautiful that he had to ask you the big question while sitting at the onyx and pearl kitchen island he installed in the kitchen. He’s been trying to ask for a minute of staring at your ass in awe and in his head as you put the greens in a different pot to cook. “ Hey baby.” You made a Hmm sound to let him know that you’re listening. South smiled and shook his head prior to tapping his finger on the surface of the island with his leg shaking up and down to match. He was really nervous about asking you this— you were the only person who made him feel that way. 

“ I was thinking of showing you the instrumental to a new song I came up with, would you mind coming down to the studio with me, Bonita.” Minami knew he had you when he used Portuguese, you were always weak to that. “ What’s the catch? Knowing your sneaky ass, there’s a catch.” 

You turned the stove on low and turned around to him with your chubby arms crossed over your chest. He chuckled prior to raising his big, tall structure off the seat to walk around to hold you by your love handles, “ I don’t know, we’ll see when we go down there, wanna create a melody with you.” Your eyebrows raised at his words because that could be a triple entendre for all you know.  “ But baby, I have to finish cooki-”.

South reaches behind you to turn the stove off, stopping your train of thought in the process, “ We can always eat take out, besides you always leave the greens in the fridge overnight, get it together my beautiful Angel.” You almost smacked your lips at his audacity, “ I taught you that so how you’re gonna’ try to scold me.”  

Minami shrugged his shoulders with a low chuckle as he held out his left hand for you to take, “ Which is why I’m telling you to get it together, meu amor. Don’t make me start speaking my sentences in Portuguese, something you don’t even fully understand to get my point further across.” You rolled your eyes at his remark, “ first off, I’m learning to speak and understand  it and you’re my teacher, so I should’ve learned more than I already am. What does that say about you?” 

He loved when you did your little teasing at him, so he did the only thing he thought of in his mind. South grabbed your neck and brought you into a slow sensual kiss. Your tongues were lapping onto each other like people rolling around a mat for wrestling. South was so much taller than you no matter if you were 4 '11 or 6' 10. The man was 7’ 4 for a reason and you loved it. 

South walked your body to the wall leaving just an inch between you and the wall. He then reached to grab both of your ass cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make your pussy lips spread apart— your whimper at the cold air told him everything he needed to know. He got you where he wanted. 

“ Jump, baby.”, South mumbled against your lips while giving you a reassuring nod. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck as your legs wrapped around his waist— deepening the kiss even more. You both were still making out as he walked you to the escalator to go down to the studio. 

South’s mouth felt marshmallow like against yours— your lips were practically being sucked like a vacuum by South and he couldn’t help it. Your two tone lips were one of his favorites to devour on your body, “ I can’t wait to be inside of you, my sweet doll.” Your hips rolled against his automatically as both of your bodies descended with the escalator. His hands were glued to your ass and he couldn’t feel more exhilarated. He was gonna definitely put a baby in you, it’s his dream. 

Minami kicked open the studio door prior to breaking the kiss to touch the buttons causing the booth to light up and the mic to be on recording any soun made in that room. He opened the booth door to let you both inside, “ Are you ready, amor.” You grinned after pulling back from sucking his bottom lip. You still heard him clearly even if he sounded funny just now due to the sucking of his bottom lip in your mouth. 

South kept tonguing you down as he let you down on the floor. He only broke the kiss with one more peck on your lips. You two make out sessions always made your pussy wet because maybe it’s the delirium or the torpidity of the kiss, either way your panties was soaked and when South turned around to sit up the stool behind the mic, you reached down under your short light blue and pink sundress to feel the pool protruding your panties right now. 

Now he’s gonna explain whilst seducing you. “ Here’s what’s up, princess. We’re gonna record your moans for me and I’m gonna merge it with a beat. I’ve been thinking about this ever since I became a producer. The sex tapes we have don’t do your sexy ass moans justice so why not let the world know who made you moan like the slutty princess you are. My fucking slutty princess.” 

He bent down to apprehend your lips onto his one last time prior to touching a few more buttons behind you. Meanwhile, you were wrapped inside of your head about the kiss on your lips as you touched your lips. He still had a school girl crush effect on you and that says something when you two are married for three years now. “ nami’ is my name—when you moan or groan it— is it gonna be on the song because I can’t have anybody kn-”

South grabbed your hand, interrupting any words you had planned to spew out of your mouth, “ Baby, relax and trust me, can you do that for me, princess?” You meekly nodded your head and felt his smooth lips trailing all over your round face, pouty glossy lips and down to your chest. He looked up at you while he bent down to lay kisses on the top of your boobs as you were still in your sundress. Minami then proceeds to dig into his pants pocket pulling out a black pocket knife  with a peacock design running down it. Your breath got caught in your throat when you felt the tip of the knife grazing over your pretty saggy tits. You had two different size tits but he or you didn’t mind. It’s natural to both of your eyes. 

The way that south held eye contact was different this time around compared to usual. He looked like he was obsessed with you as you watched his pupils dilate as the knife trailed between your boobs causing you to be half scared and half aroused. Your pussy was practically clapping in joy from the way it was clenching and unclenching to air. South trailed the knife down and pressed harder on the fabric of your dress to cut it open, freeing your tits all the while putting your panties with your soaked pussy on display to him and the cold air, “ oh look how beautiful my precious dolly looks, you know what I did  to my cousins dolls when I was younger, meu amor? Hmm. I used to break them, not gonna get too explicit on how because I’m not gonna go that far with you, but I am gonna break you and make you think about my dick. All day and everyday.”

Every kiss south trailed down your body was glorious because he was still talking in between his kisses and his voice was always so smooth and velvety, just the way you liked it, “ When you’re cooking.” He now kissed your right nipple making it protrude into hardness. “ When you’re bathing or showering.” He stuck his tongue across your chest whilst trailing the knife over your pudgy stomach. “ When you’re doing your nails and putting on your clothes.” He latched onto your left nipple— still trailing the knife over your stomach rolls in advance to continuing trailing down your body until he stops at the top of your puffy pussy. 

Your body shuddered in want and need for South and he loved every moment of it especially when you furrow those cute eyebrows with your pretty mouth opened at the sensation he was bringing you right now. South slowly trailed the knife flatly against the vulva of your pussy— popping your nipple out of his mouth to speak, “ You feel the tension don’t cha’? You feel the knife gliding over this plump pussy of yours. I’ll never hurt you baby but I just can’t help scaring you into sweet ecstasy .” South slowly guided the knife under your underwear band— cutting to expose the right side of your pussy.

South did the same to the left side of your pussy letting the rest of your panties drop to the floor— fully exposing you. South smiled down at you ahead of picking you up, placing you on the stool facing him. He slowly pulled off his shirt as well, he knew you were gonna get messy. The mic was behind you two but it was the perfect angle to capture what he was about to do to you right now.

South bent all the way down to your pretty feet, kissing the top of your feet with pure desire and fatigue in his eyes, “ God! You’re so gorgeous, from head to toe, I don’t care what anyone lsays about you. You’re perfect in my eyes and that’s all. That. Matters.” Minami kissed up your legs as he held them together to pay attention to both at the same time. When he got to your corpulent thighs, he opened your legs revealing your pussy to his eyes. He looked like a lucky person who won a cash prize from a cereal box. He always acted that way when it came to him devouring your pussy. 

South looked up at you, kissing your inner thighs, “ I’m gonna take good care of you and that pussy baby, all you gotta do is sit back and moan for me. Enjoy yourself, meu amor.” He breathed in your pussy scent and almost groaned loudly at your smell. It was natural but smelled so good to him. He knew you wanted to squeeze your legs shut so he gripped them with his hands to stay open. 

You only wanted to shut them because you haven’t shaved since last week and your pussy hair grew back faster than expected. You knew it was natural but it’s still embarrassing. The thing is Minami didn’t care not one bit, so he didn’t get why you should care. He has hair on his dick even starting from a dark- blondish happy trail. He also loved how your pussy was pink on the inside but one of two shades darker from your actual skin tone. Women always intrigued him, you in particular— his temptation, his girl, his woman. 

South kissed your vulva with soft and wet kisses preceding placing his hands on your pussy opening your folds to finally see the opening of your pussy. You subconsciously covered your face as his big tongue took one long lick over your opening of your pussy and clitoris, “ Fuck~ Nami’.” Your fuck sounded so prettty especially when it’s dragged out like that. 

South swallows what he savors— laughing at your reaction to him doing that. He spit on your pussy afterwards, watching the saliva drip down his pussy. His spit felt so good on your hot pussy that it made you whimper at the contact. Afterwards, South dig into your pussy like it was his first and last meal for the day. Your pussy dripped on his tongue and he was gladly drinking it up. The swirl of his tongue was enough to make you grip his hair and scream out his name followed by coherent pleas to let up on your poor pussy, “ pleasee… m’ fuck yes”. 

South could hear your pleas and he could also feel your body shaking underneath him. He loved when you couldn’t help but to shake even if he just got started. Every part of your body was sensitive and gosh did he love that because he can do one thing and the next you’re exploding from pleasure. South’s tongue was heavy on your clit and his index and pointer fingers probing the opening of your pussy just added to your pleasure. 

“ Ohh… I think I’m gonna cum if you finger me, Nami’. I don’t wanna- fu-uhhh-ck! Not the zig zag.”, You moaned as one of your legs lifted up on his right shoulder at his tongue moving in a zigzag direction across your pussy. South laughed into your pussy while shaking his head left and right fast. Your hands gripped the chair in stool in support as your hips moved uncontrollably due to the immense pleasure you’re feeling right now. 

He then sucked on your clit as his fingers entered your pussy. You threw your head back in reaction to his thick fingers entering your slippery, hot pussy, “ Oh, yes yes~ just like that South. I think I’m gonna cum~” South pushed his fingers inside of your pussy even more ahead of curling his fingers right at your g-spot, massaging it as he moved his fingers in and out of you, occasionally twisting his fingers inside of you as he moved in and out. When he felt you were about to release, he unattached himself from your clit, still moving his fingers inside of you all at the same time.

Your stomach tightened and you felt water coming out of your pussy because of the pressure on and in your pussy, “ m’ cummin, m’ gonna cum, ughhh!” South felt your pussy clamp on and off  his fingers as you squirted on the floor since he moved to the side with his fingers still inside of you. He looked at you with inclination swimming in his eyes like a leech swimming in a dark lake, late at night. 

Your body shook and moved up and down because of your rapid breathing from your orgasm he strummed out of you. You licked your lips and looked at South with the eyes he so desperately admired whenever you showed the emotion of prurience. South kissed your clit one last time— feeling you jolt under him from the impact— afore kissing and licking the little stretch marks on your stomach and chest as he makes his way up your body. 

He then grabbed your face with both of his hands bringing you into a wet, sloppy kiss. You tugged him closer before pulling away from him, “ Can I suck your dick, South. Maybe you can add that to the track after all you are cutting certain parts right? I just wanna take care of you baby, allow me?” South always loved when you boosted his ego. “ You can do whatever you wanna do, sweetheart. After all this is your dick, aren’t you supposed to have all access to this dick? Hmm, so go ahead and give daddy what you think he deserves.” Your pussy clenched at the thought of sucking his big heavy dick. 

South fully stood up while you got on your knees in front of him. The stool was a few 7 inches from your head and you were glad because now you can suck him the way you want. You looked up at him through your pretty eyelashes causing him to smirk down at you. His masterpiece. His love. Art really. 

He watched as you unzipped his pants pulling them down along with his underwear, dropping them to his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His dick sprung back into your face when he turned to you, almost taking your eye out from how thick and long it was. You held his uncircumcised cock in your hand stroking him up and down watching as his tip disappeared and reappeared. You were fascinated with his cock, dare I say addicted to his cock. 

Finally having enough of his little groans and mini leg shakes from you dragging your hand up and down his cock, you stroked him one last time to peel his foreskin back to suck on the tip. Once he felt your hot mouth on his thick tip, he threw his head back letting out a big, “ Oh!”  He followed with a “fuck” afterwards whilst lowering your wet mouth on his dick— taking him inch by inch. The wide stretch of your mouth was hell but you so badly wanted to suck his dick and please him. 

South pat your head to soothe your eagerness down a little bit, “ Only take what you can, doll. Don’t want you choking to death on my dick.” You slowly blinked your eyes and when you did, you gagged because you lost focus of your throat relaxing. So you slowly lifted up off of his dick until you had just the tip in your mouth. Your pretty lips wrapped around his tip as your right hand massaged the dry part of his dick: the part you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

Spew of curses spewed out of Minami’s mouth as you held his dick in one of your hand prior to spitting a glob of spit on his cock, “ Good fucking girl. My pretty little slut knows how to make me feel good. Ughhh shit!” You swallowed all of him, moving your mouth down to the base of his dick, breathing in his musk/ feeling his hair on his pelvis, and back up again. As you did this, you relaxed your throat even more— inviting his heavy cock in your mouth. You started to twist your head in a circular motion making him lose his mind over the head twist motion. South couldn’t take it and grabbed your hair in his hand, watching with low eyes and an open mouth at you sucking him like a tornado, “ fucking hell, {reader}}… your fucking mouth is sucking me in, keep doing that and I’m gonna bust down this throat of yours~.” 

You didn’t wanna hear any of what he was saying because you wanted him to cum down your throat, so you did everything you could to make him cum. Your left hand grabbed his big balls gently massaging them as your right hand grabbed the spit that dripped down his cock, and was about to make it to the floor until you grabbed it, placing the glossy spit on the part you couldn’t fully take in your mouth. The enjoyment of sucking dick was heard throughout the room as you did the combo he loved and couldn’t take. Your tears were either resting on your lash line for one of your eyes or falling down your eyes for another eye. His thighs almost gave out at the action of how you look up at him and the locking of your jaw around his dick whilst still twisting your hand— massaging his cock. 

South moans were deep and loud as he stood with his head leaned back in pure bliss, “ Shit, shit, doll, I’m cummin’, gonna cum down this slutty throat. Such a good girl, causing me to feel like thiss… ahhh! Ahhh! Stop { reader} before I cum down your throat and you know how my cum is.” Yes, you did know. When south cums, he cums loud and messy. An example is coming..

Minami both of your hands off his dick and balls afore grabbing your head and thrusting his hips forwards. Your head was trapped between him and the stool and you couldn’t move, so you swallowed him with gags sounds floating around the studio booth. “ Fuck, I’m cummin’ my princess.”, South moans loudly as his hot cum shoots down your throat. South leaned on the stool with one hand placed flatly on the seating part. His hand he had on your head released just to feel your neck for the visible throat bulge he formed on your neck from how deep he was. 

You tapped his leg when you had enough of his cum impelling him to slowly take his cock out of your mouth. He huffed loudly with a few drops of cum spilling on your face. He was satisfied at you sucking his dick but he was still thinking of fucking that sweet pussy of yours. He was so glad he had stamina for multiple rounds despite what research says about men cumming just one time. You, on the other hand, was gasping and coughing loudly at the feeling of being able to breathe again. South finally regained his consciousness when he heard you coughing so he hurried to grab a water bottle from the little fridge on the opposite side from where you two were at. 

South squatted down in front of you, giving you the water bottle with a smirk, “ Tapping out already?” You pushed his shoulder a little bit— taking the water bottle to drink it down and that you did. South watched you drink the entire water bottle and he instantly got hard. You ooze sex appeal especially when you keep eye contact with him as you drink the water. “ Who said that? I thought you were gonna make me moan into the mic, that wasn’t my best. Wanna know what my best moans come from? Hmm honey.” He smiled a close lip smile and nodded his head. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders giving him a little kiss on the mouth, “ When I’m getting my pussy destroyed by you in the most thrilling and benevolent way. The way your dick feels inside of m-”

South had enough and yanked you up with him, plopping your ass right on the seating part of the stool, “ since you’re talking like that, you are ready. ” You nodded and rebuttal, “ But are you ready?” He smirked and kissed you as a sign saying yes. South reached down to your pussy and rubbed small circles on your clit, heading small whimper seap out of you. He then lined the head of his cock on the opening slit of your pussy. You both grained when he slid his dick up and down your pussy, bumping the tip of his dick on your clit every time he went up. 

South gripped your love handles and pushed his hips forward inside of your pussy. Both of your heads flew back in euphoria. Both of your fucks were heard as he slid inside of you. You wiggled to release the tension of the burning sensation you were feeling from his cock being half way inside of you, “ I don’t think I can take all of that. You know I can’t especially in this position, I-” south kissed your nose, “ Come on, darlin’. You got this and I got you so ease up for me so I can split this pussy in half to give you the right pleasure you need.” You smacked his biceps and laid your head on his chest, “ No matter how many times we fuck or make love, I could never take it the first few mintues of us fucking. Still not used to this size. So please take it slow for a few seconds Minami.” 

He knew you were serious because of the way you looked up at him with your chin on his chest, “ Anything for you, baby.” You swallowed and leaned back, slowly getting comfortable and easing up on his cock while you were at it. South bit his lip as he pulled out of you to only push himself inside of you again, this time slower than before. The more you got aroused, the more your cervix moved up letting him in even more. Tears escaped your eyes as you held back your screams and whines when he started moving back and forth in a slow motion. 

You wanted more. You needed more. Your pussy opened for him just a little more and latched onto his cock when he slammed all the way inside making you cry even more. Your body and insides were so sensitive and you hated it because tears were always gonna pour out of your pretty eyes whenever you two had sex. “ Fu-uuh-ck, this feels so good South, please fuck me harder. Make me your sweet little whore for this studio session.”

South groaned loudly at your naughty little words, “ Shit! I fucking love when you grip my dick like this whilst talking your shit. Give me more, how bad do you wanna- ugh!- be my sweet little whore? Hmm.” You moaned while holding on to his biceps letting him wreck your pussy with his heavy cock, “ Ahh! Fuck! I wanna be your whore for today, tomroow, and fucking forever. You’re fucking me so good right now.” And he was. His hips were snapping into yours with loud squelches and smacking sounds. Your whimpers and moans were sharing the spotlight with his fucking and he couldn’t be more proud of you and himself right now. Your little ash’s and oh’s were definitely gonna be the highlight of this new song he’s producing for your favorite artist. 

He hid that fact from you because he knew you weren’t going to say yes if you knew this was for your idol for their new album. South snapped himself out of his trance as he gazed at you in pure love, “ You’re so fucking pretty taking my dick like this. See, you always take my dick so nicely even when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head right now. You’re loving this dick so let { your favorite artist} know how much you love daddy’s dick.”  He then begins to roll his hips into yours as one of your hands now scratches down his back whilst the other one is grabbing his ass cheek. 

He moaned at the feeling of your hands on him and your pussy clenching and unclenching on him. He knew you were about to squirt on him, so he rubbed his thumb over your clit causing your body to shake in reaction. “ Ahaha shit! Yes! Yes.” Clear substance sprayed on his pelvis and he couldn’t care less about your pleas and your juices exploding on him, especially since he kept rubbing cirles against your puffy clit.

South hair was now making its way out of the loose man bun he had in his hair— his sweaty body was beautiful to you as you now came down from your little shakeable high. He tapped your mouth and you opened in response— spitting inside of it, you two then connected both of your mouths together to make out with the spit inside of your mouths. 

Afterwards, South pulled away from your mouth clenching his teeth at your pussy clamping down on him like a vampire sucking blood off a mere human, “ I’m not fucking done so don’t even think about blacking out right now, hold on, just a little bit longer for me.” Your little whines would’ve been funny right now if he wasn’t so focused on making you and himself cum at the same time. Trust, he’s been struggling to not bust inside of your honeypot pussy especially when you had a vicious grip on his dick. 

South hoisted you up against him to walk you to the little white loveseat. He was gonna make sure you were still heard in the recording. He placed you down only to place himself against your body, so now your sweaty body was against his own sweaty body. He lifted a little to guide the tip of his cock in your pussy, your gasps was all he needed to hear preparatory to snapping his hips forward as his moan and groans filled the opening of your neck where he lay his forehead. 

He was thankful you were trying to hold your legs up as he pounded inside of your pussy with no remorse. The sound of your screams and the slapping of you two skins were electrifying. Your pussy hair was tickling him a little but that soon became overshadowed by your body shaking against his, “ South, I can’t— I can’t take it anymore. Mm’gonna cum. M’cummin.” 

South smirked and folded your legs up a little bit higher making your double chin and chubby cheeks appear more than usual, pulling him into you even more since he got you to love them because he did. He placed two legs beside his own body leaning over you even more as he continued to pound your insides to his liking. You felt like you were gonna pass out and he could see it so he reached around to grab your stomach as he continued moving in and out of you, “ Not yet. Just 30 more, uuhh! Fuck! Fuck!, seconds. I’m gonna give you a baby.” 

You moaned at the thought of having his child and at the impact of his hips, “ Yes, yes, give me your seed. Have me birth your childd… no, I wanna birth our child~.” South almost bust then and there, but he needed to add one more thing. He gripped your stomach with one hand while cradling your head with his other arm— fucking your pussy up. Following, he leaned to your face moaning at the feeling of you around him, “ I want to see three little rascals running around this house or would you like a bigger house? Hmm, what do you say~ holy shit, I’m cummin’! Let’s cum together, meu amor.” You tightened and untightened against his cock. Your nails raked his back in desperation of finally cumming on his cock at the same time of him cumming inside of you. His ears popped while your vision turned white. Both of you were huffing and breathing loudly at the amazing feeling you both received. 

It took South some time to gather his strength back as his dick pumped nonstop inside of you. Yeah, you were definitely getting pregnant from this. Your legs were still shaking even if you regained your vision back after a minute or two. Minami slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy and you felt his hot cum slipping out of your warm pussy. 

South shakily rolled off of you to sit hit bare ass on the rug below the loveseat. He watched as your chest slowly ascended and descended. He was so head over heels for you, so he had to say it in his language, “ Eu amo-te, linda.” You turned to him with a close eyed smile, “ amo-te também, bébé.” South smiled widely at that because you actually have been studying and paying attention to his words. He kissed your cheek and pulled you down to lay on top of him. He was so lucky there was a carpet under you because then he’ll hear you’re fussing when you two got back up in an hour to take a shower and eat at one of Taiju’s restaurants. 

Maybe he’ll invite Draken, Benkei, Taiju, Muto, and Mochi next time since he's been seeing their eyes on you and your smile told him everything he needed to know. Hard maybe though. You loved your big men. He knew it and you knew it. 

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[doberbutts]

I remember reading a post that men are the oppressor class so why would they bother to dismantle systemic patriarchy when they actively benefit from its existence? And as I read it, I thought, Damn, so an entire half of the population can never conceivably help us, and the people who love men in their lives are doomed. It wasn't a helpful post. It basically felt, here's some actual material analysis on feminism and said, That trying to educate and make men be part of feminism is fundamentally a flawed effort, because again, they are the oppressor class, why should they care about uplifting the oppressed?

And it made me think about this very good pamphlet I read, explaining how the white worker remained complacent for so long because at least they weren't a Black slave. And that the author theorized the reason labor movements never truly created exceptional, radical change is because of internal racism (which I find true) and failure to uplift black people. And the author listed common outlooks/approaches to this problem, and one of them was: "We should ignore the white folks entirely and hold solidarity with only other POC, and the countries in the Global South. Who needs those wishy-washy white fragile leftists who don't care about what we think or want?" (roughly paraphrased.)

And the author said, This sounds like the most leftist and radical position, but it's totally flawed because it absolves us of our responsibility to dismantle white supremacy for the sake of our fellow marginalized people, and we are basically ignoring the problem. And that blew me away because this is a position so many activists have, to just ignore the white folks and focus entirely on our own movements. I wish I knew the name of the actual pamphlet, so I could quote entire passages at you.

But I feel this is the same for men. Obviously, we should prioritize and have women-led and women-focused feminism. But saying that men are an oppressor class so they can't reliably be counted upon in feminist activism--it's such a huge oversimplification. And mainly, I'm a Muslim, and I've been treated with plenty of misogyny from Muslim men. And also plenty of misogyny from Muslim women. And I love my male friends, I want men to be part of the movement, and I dunno. Thinking about communities, movements, and the various ways we fail each other and what it means to be truly intersectional keeps me up at night.

I don't know the pamphlet you're talking about but I've read and been taught similar. There's a reason much of my anti-racism is so feminist and most of my feminism is anti-racist. Many people coming at this problem from a truly intersectional angle have seen that there is no freedom to be had without joining hands across the community. Not picking and choosing our allies based off of identity but off of behavior.

As used in a previous example, a white abled moderately wealthy man saying "wow Healthcare sucks in this country, why does this system suck so bad" should be told "hey, this system sucks so bad because it's built off of sexism, racism, classism, and ableism. You want to improve the system? Fix those things and it will be much better in the long run" and not "shut up you're a man. Healthcare is always going to be better for you". The second response doesn't fix that Healthcare is still a problem even if you are at the "top" of the privilege ladder. If we want true change, we have to dismantle the entire system at it's core and build it up without the yuck, otherwise you're gunna get to the top and realize this place sucks too.

Something something if the crabs worked together to hold each other up, they could all get out of the bucket and be free.

[mrandmrssnowbaird]

very submissive kept-boy coryo, but you're a soft dom and you just wanna take care of him forever when you realize how badly he needs you. dacryphilia, begging, coryo on his knees and loving it.

You blink rapidly in shock, your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of Coriolanus Snow down on his knees. For you. You're usually so good with your words but you're speechless. Your face flushes. Coriolanus moves forward on his knees a bit, eyes still filled with tears. The sight is odd for so many reasons. One being of course the situation itself, the second being - usually, you find men crying to be kind of funny. The way their face crumpled instantly, like they'd been holding back far too long and the sudden release of emotion was so great that they can't help but look so ugly you could hardly stand it. But not Coriolanus. No, he's quite pretty with tears in his eyes, bottom lip trembling. You swallow hard. "What can I do? Please, tell me." He begs, almost whining.

Your heart skips a beat, and you sigh. "Come here." Coriolanus does, not bothering to get up off of his knees and instead shuffling forward towards you til he's right in front of you, hands still clasped. When he reaches you, you place your hands on his shoulders. The second you touch him, his tears start to fall. He starts to lower his head to hide, but you won't let him, placing your fingers under his chin for a moment. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you think he might be able to hear it, and the sight of his tears falling sends a rush of heat through you. "Please...please just tell me what I can do." He continues, definitely whining now. It's sweet, you think. Maybe you're making a mistake trying to end things. "Well...this is a good start." You say, a little breathless. "I like you on your knees.” Coriolanus blinks, and looks around a bit, up at you, down at himself, as if he just notices now that he's on his knees. He swallows hard, a few more tears falling. He nods. He'll stay on his knees, if that's what you want. And it is what you want. You still want him - you just want him to crawl on his knees for you, give himself more fully. Til he has nothing left. That's what's missing. Coriolanus was still holding back, sweet as he was to you these past weeks. You're beyond aroused. The tension had been building between you these last weeks, but nothing had been done about it. Coriolanus has been a near perfect gentleman, and you’re starting to understand why. You don’t necessarily know what you’re doing, but with Coriolanus on his knees in front of you, it seems nearly instinctual. You touch his cheek. Tears are still coming, though slowly. Your thumb brushes along his wet skin, not wiping the tears away but rather caressing them into his pale skin. “It’s okay,” You tell him softly. “Y-you’re not gunna leave me?” Coriolanus asks, looking up into your face, his own full of hope. “No…I’m not gonna leave you.” You tell him, and he releases almost a dramatically relieved sigh, tilting his cheek into your hand, eyes closed. “Not when you asked so nicely.” You add, watching his face for a reaction. Coriolanus sighs again, enjoying the compliments. 

You lean in to whisper in his ear, “You like this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me?”

Your breath in his ear causes him to let out a whimper and you fully understand, as he nods his head, why Coriolanus was so hesitant to fully open up. It was bad enough the Snows were broke - even worse if the entire student body found out he gets off on being made to get down on his knees. 

The house of Snow had fallen so hard and so far that now, he was down on his knees in front of you, crying and begging you not to leave with an erection tenting his black slacks. Just a little bit pathetic. 

And you love it. 

This somehow only makes Coriolanus more appealing, endearing. 

“Are you hard for me, Coryo….? You love begging on you knees that much?” You ask him, voice a mixture of amazed, soothing, and teasing as you continue to whisper in his ear. He groans at the feel of your breath in his ear again, at the little bit of degradation. His hands unclasp and he grasps your waist, holding onto you as he nods. 

This isn’t good enough for you.

“Use your words, Coriolanus. Tell me.” 

He releases a frustrated whine, turning red. This isn’t easy for him, but that’s part of what’s making it so arousing. 

“Say it.” You don’t even have to threaten him. He says it. 

“Okay, okay, I-…I love…I love being on my knees for you.”

Both of you are breathing a little faster at the discovery of a new aspect of a relationship you thought was very nearly over. 

How wrong you were. 

“What do you want, Coryo?” You ask, because you genuinely want to know. Does he even fully know himself? 

You pull away to look at his face. He does look confused, uncertain. You know he’s a virgin - he knows you’re not. You’re not incredibly experienced, but more so than he is. 

But he manages to shock you again. 

“I wanna…I wanna make you cum. Will you show me how? Please?” 

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  HAND OF BLOOD

SUMMARY : “Hey can i request one where the reader is Dean Winchester wife and she just found that she is whatever supernatural creature and him just cuddling with her and help her using her new powers?? something fluff and cute” - anon

PAIRING : dean winchester x powered!reader (f.)

CHARACTERS :  unnamed villain, sam winchester, castiel

WARNINGS/TAGS : fluff, angst, comfort, trauma

WORD COUNT : 1.0k

A/N : bullet for my valentine song title. trying some new ways of writing bc university sucks, anyway, you can imagine the reader to be whatever magical/super-powered being from the show, I didn’t specify x

“Stop holding back, you could… you know… do something for me and I will let you go, alive,” the dark voice of the monster before you made a shiver run up your spine. Your stomach churned nervously, but you gave in anyway.

“Do what?” You sobbed, tugging helplessly at the chains around tour wrist.

You felt a warm breath by your cheek and you inhaled sharply, your body instantly tightened with stress.

“A little bit of magic,” the words brushed against your ear and neck. And you didn’t think you could shiver any harder than you already were, but your body shook with a shudder and your muscles clenched tighter, somehow.

“I can’t do magic,” you whispered with defeat, trying not to cry when a hand squeezed around your throat. “I’m not a witch,” you struggled to breathe through the tight grip.

Whatever the thing was that held you captive, squeezed your throat so tight you could feel your frantic heart beat against its palm. Then, the grip loosened with a frustrated growl, an impatient sound, desperate.

“But you are something,” it insisted through clenched teeth, “something very powerful.”

“I’ve never even… I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you argued weakly. Your body slowly relaxed and you accepted whatever your fate was.

You didn’t bother letting your eyes fall shut, you didn’t bother trying to squint and making something out of your surroundings. The pitch black room revealed nothing to you. All you could smell was dank air and dirt, hear the echo of yours and your captor’s breath against concrete walls and floor. The occasionally clink of the metal that bound you to the floor, the rustle of leaves with the shuffle of feet.

“I don’t have the wrong person. I think you’ve been holding back,” the voice grinned and two hands pressed against either side of your temples. “Why don’t we go back to the biggest hits? To all those times you’ve felt powerless?”

“You know… this doesn’t change the way I see you,” Dean promised, kissing your forehead. He absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair and kissed your cheek when you sniffled.

“I can’t… what if I can’t control it?” You whispered, wiping away tears with your sleeve as they flowed from your eyes with no end in sight.

“Hey, you’re such a control freak, I doubt you’ll let your powers beat you,” Dean grinned in attempts to cheer you up, but you were barely able to muster up a smile. You generally found Dean hilarious, something he knew well enough to find a way to cheer you up easily. Even when you had no idea what he was saying, he always made you laugh. It was always that dorky, boyish grin of his that made you crack up.

Dean shimmied down on the bed so he could face you. He sighed and gave you a weak smile. You were embarrassed of your wet eyes and swollen lips, but you knew Dean wasn’t judging you, and that’s why letting yourself fall apart was always so easy to do when you were with him.

“We’ve gone through worse and we’ve come out pretty damn alright.” His hand landed gently on your flushed, hot cheek. You finally looked into his gentle eyes, through watery vision and sticky lashes he still looked beautiful. “I promise that I will help you in any way that I can, sweetheart. So will, Sam. And so will Cas. We’re a family, you’re not gunna do this alone. Okay?”

Dean waited for you to nod. You almost couldn’t breath with the way he looked at you. With his soft green eyes glowing with determination, and kindness, and empathy. It hurt so much that you just nodded, and buried your face in his chest so that all the emotions in his eyes wouldn’t get to you and make you break down again.

He held you close to him and chuckled softly. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and soothingly rubbed your back while you clung to the warm layers on his body.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean gasped out a laugh, hunching over with his hands on his knees. “You’re not dangerous at all, you just suck at this. So… don’t be nervous.”

You glared at Dean as he struggled to breathe and wheezed out another laugh. Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with one arm crossed over his firm chest. Even Cas seemed irritated with Dean; he rolled his eyes and let his hands slap against his thighs in defeat, his powers slowly fading.

“This isn’t easy and you’re doing great,” Sam encouraged you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly when he made his way across to you. “Cas, again,” he tipped his head towards you and returned next to Dean to elbow him in his ribs.

Dean squirmed and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, his eyes shimmering with flirtatiousness when they opened back up to you and the glare you sent his way. He wiggled his brows and smacked his tongue above the roof of his mouth, and you couldn’t resist the tiny smile from growing on your face. Or the blush that began to heat up your face, the skipped beat of you once fearful heart, the clench of your stomach. Yup, Dean still had it.

“Try to… um, just don’t hit us… well, you can hit Dean,” Sam snickered, ignoring the glare Dean shot at him. You grinned when Dean glanced back at you and you picked yourself. He sneaked behind Sam to hide from you and the way you unfortunately sucked at using your abilities. Most of your anxiousness disappeared, and Cas smiled reassuringly when he powered up.

You didn’t think things could be any better, all things considered. New powers, new you. But most importantly, your relationship with Dean, Sam, and Cas seemed to get better in the past seven months, like this one bad thing that happened to you didn’t get between you… instead, it wove the four of you together, and squeezed tight like a knitted blanket. Despite the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty of what you were now, you felt warm, safe, and secure. With the people you call your family.

You had Dean to thank for that. And everyone else’s for falling into your life so perfectly.

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New Dimension, Who’s This?

Dp x dc thoughts and stuff

I did not expect people to like this stuff, but I’m glad you're here

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Danny POV

Danny was NOT having a good time. Dimension hopping should have been fun, but it was shit. All the ecto he'd found had been corrupted and even the human food tasted weird. That 8$ pb&j was a curse on both his tastes buds and his now empty wallet.

For almost a month Danny had been chasing down the most feint ecto trace, but it was the only one he could feel.

Living between Amity and the ghost zone meant he had a surpluses of that feeling, to the point that it became background noise. It being gone felt like loosing a sense.

He grumbled to himself as he floated to an abandoned mansion on a mostly empty road. He was so hungry it made him dizzy to walk so he floated most places. Which absolutely didn’t help him get any human food, since everyone who saw him ran.

He expected the small ecto signature to be a liminal being, like Cujo in his puppy form or one of box ghosts boxes. He hadn’t expect a guy who bolted the second he saw him.

He was definitely liminal, Danny could feel it, but this guy was crazy. A black car sped through the road, the man and the kid he was with jumped in and they left.

Just like that his food source was gone. Danny paused a second and decided he wouldn’t call the guy a "food source" next time they saw each other.

Which thankfully for Danny was only about 10 minutes later.

His actions really shouldn’t be a judgment of character, he was sleep deprived and starving.

...

Insulting this dudes dimension and his ecto signature was definitely not a great start.

At least he looked more human now, his kingly power automatically trying to make his subject more comfortable. Maybe he could convince them to get him a sandwich, or just ham, whatever really, anything at all.

A man in a butler outfit cleared his throat, "I'll get him a meal, don't destroy the furniture." Did Danny say that out loud... maybe the butler had magic.

After eating a decent, but ecto free meal Danny was introduced to Jason (food), Damian (might be food?), Tim (not food), and Alfred (not food).

He hadn't bothered saying a word until he'd finished his plate. Once he had he told them about the ghost zone and the earth he was from, which they very quickly realised was not the same one. He hadn't mentioned being king of said dimension, nor the sole hero of the latter.

They in turn told him about the many different heros that inhabited this earth and the various planets that some of them came from. Danny could tell they weren't telling him everything, but his kingly power did prove to him that they hadn't lied to him, at least Jason and Damian hadn't.

Explanations were cut short when Jason stood up and Danny bolted to his side. Just being near the dude helped, he definitely had a leak or something going on.

"Look man, I'm starving and you are spilling out ecto at an insane rate." Danny said with a hand on the man's shoulder.

Jason looked at him like he'd grown a second head, which he hoped he hadn't because that took more energy than he was willing to expend. "You gunna explain what the fuck you just said?"

Danny had been king long enough to have studied up on the few halfas that had existed. Most of them hadn't survived very long after forming, either becoming a full ghost or their ghost core shriveled away and left them human... with some minor side-effects. "You must have come back from the dead with an unformed ghost core, contaminated with bad ectoplasm. The bad ecto isn't letting the core close up, it's like you have a leak."

"The Lazarus pit goo!" Tim shot up from his seat and ran off.

Danny remembered the forth ecto puddle he had visited, "I heard that name, some fruitloop in a cape was yelling about one of the ones I emptied."

"You emptied them?" Jason said with a perplexed look on his face.

"I was hungry." Danny, ever the gremlin, let them stay confused as he continued. "Anyway, you weren't dead long enough to form a solid core, then the pit goo, as you called it, seeped into the cracks and kept you too alive for it to finish, but too dead for it to fade."

"So I'm stuck like this?" Jason's core started oozing out waves of fear, stress and uncertainty.

"No, no." Danny focused on feelings of ease and calm as best he could while trying to desperately feed off of him. "Probably not, your core wasn't tainted until later so it wasn't flash formed like mine, and you're alive. I'm mostly guessing, but I have two theories." Danny extended his hand to a nearby couch (how many couches did these people have?), they both sat and Danny continued. "Once the contaminated ecto goo is gone you'll fade back to being 100% human since you can't make your own ecto, or..."

"or?"

"Or your core can't keep you alive and you... die fully." Danny didn't look at his eyes as he finished. "I can't guarantee your core will survive that either. It'll have to starve from lack of ecto before we know if your heart and brain are alive enough to keep you going, and with a core so weak we dont really know how well that'll go."

Although Jason was good at hiding his emotions from prying eyes, even as a far off, mangled version of a liminal being he was still part of the ghost king's ruling. Danny didn't mention it, he seemed like he was going through a lot and mind (emotion?) reading tended to make those not used to it uncomfortable.

Jason breathed in deep, "Alright, what's the first step to finding out if my body works without ecto?"

Danny tried not to smile at his future meal as he said. "We get rid of the ecto faster than the bad ecto is coming."

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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hey! sorry to bother you, but is there anything a teen without transportation in a rural area can do on their own? im pretty isolated, and theres barely anything around me.

Hey ya sprout 🌱

**A disclaimer Punk comes with some risk socially. Particularly if your in a rural area this risk goes up bc people Know You and also typically these spaces have a different vibe to alt ppl in general. Some activities are more or less risky and I'll try and do my best to give you a range of stuff from the whole spectrum! Of course this is a generalization of rural areas. Some palaces will be more cool then others depending in so many factors I couldn't go into here**

Rural solarpunk

Your gunna been to pick a topic, sorry babe. In order to not burn yourself out and in order to feel like you have an impact your gunna have to pick a cause to chip away at but I'll give you ideas! And remember just bc your focusing on one thing doesn't mean your ignoring or not helping others. Everything is interconnected and any help, helps all!

So let's give you some ideas to focus on:

Libraries- as a teen in particular you'll have access to a library at school, but depending on how big your town is you might have a public one as well. Become their biggest supporter! They are a great safe space, even conservative ones are still a good place to go for archiving/loitering purposes. They give you spaces to print stuff, to build clubs and community.

Archiving- if you cannot leave your house due to access you can always do stuff online and hear me out, i know when we do stuff online it feels like half points. Like we arent doing anything. I feel that with this blog, it feels so passive no matter how hard you work youll feel lesser. But Archiving is vital to humans! Think of the anthropologists wholl thank you down the road! Plus it does actually give you a way to have a physical representative of work your doing. Dvds, pirating media and archiving them to drives, collecting vinyls/tapes/cds!

DIY- To fight against fast fashion (although that barely exists in the towns I've been in tbh) and to stick out** you could make your own patches, battlejackets, gloves, etc.. They are statement pieces you can wear whenever your in town/at school/social spaces that ppl know what you stand for and who you are. Depending on who/where you are this might be risky so take what you can bare ok? You don't have to wear these items too you can just make them for later on!

Little libraries/little pantries- in a rural space you have more Gruella tactics you can take if you do them in random abandoned spaces. You could build a waterproof little pantry and stock it and leave info somewhere about it for ppl to drop off/pick up items. Stock it with mittens! With canned goods! With books! You might be able to do a space like this at school/library depending in how cool your town is too!

Zines- You could look into making a zine and even if it's digital you could have the QR code for download in places (stickers on lamp posts, flyers in school bathrooms, hidden in a churches pamphlet stacks >.>) making a zine is a cool task that is time consuming and informative and fun!

Vandalism- like I said you can often print off stuff at Libraries, or usually you can find a place to print stuff off near or at post offices depending on how modern your rural space is. if you have your own printer this will reduce your risk by quite a bit though! Create/find stickers or posters you want to toss across town or even school. I'd recommend starting off with some stickers and see how their handled, dipping your toes is important with these kinda things. If your really feeling it, and you know some abandoned places Moss Graffiti is also a good option! I've know ppl who have converted old abandoned stored to skate parks (I honestly have no idea how they built the ramps out of concrete but damn!! Good job guys!)

Also I'll leave you with 2 book recommendations as well-

Moxie - a RIOT GRRRL story about a girl who gets so fed up with her conservative town she makes a feminist zine and distributes it via girl bathrooms (even having a basically me too stickers and encouraging ppl to put it on boys lockers who have assaulted them). I know there's a movie, didn't seem to capture the same vibe tho so book!

Braiding Sweetgrass - this focuses a lot on reconnecting and adding story to nature around us and having science along side spirituality

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Ok I have a minor gripe about Gale’s big romance night. Absolute spoilers because I’m just gunna brain vomit. I love this nerdy wizard a lil too much

So! I’m kinda peeved about how the choice to indulge Gale in magic sex has a lot more detail and effort than wanting to connect with him as a mortal in mortal flesh. You don’t even get naked when you choose mortal sex. It’s so disappointing because it feels like I made ‘the lame choice’ that they didn’t bother finishing and that undermines a big theme in his romance (or how I’m playing it)

I rolled a Barbie Bard so “love your true self!” is like central to the role play. So of course Barbie pushes that she loves him for his personality and not impressive tricks. But then if you go that route Gale is like ‘eh well if you wanna do it the old way then sure’. Like no no no Gale this is can be just as sensual as the other stuff… if not more really. The point is to empty your mind and be present in every part of your body. I used to overthink during sex (ADHD related) and it became a whole other level when I got out of my head. And like what is that magic sex if not Gale thinking reeeeaally hard?

Really I think the astral projection sex isn’t as amazing as he hypes it up to be. I mean just think, he says he hadn’t been with a mortal since being with Mystra and that relationship lasted a while (for how I interpreted it). I don’t think he’s had sex in his body in a long time. Cause Mystra doesn’t have a body, the astral sex would be fulfilling, but for Gale I can’t help noticing he left something behind

Himself

His whole body

That thing that feels touch and heat and pain

I think this illustrates what I think it feels like:

A tiktok woman (StruggleCare) was in labor and it was long and rough. She was in the hospital hooked up to an IV that was keeping her hydrated but she wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything in case they needed to do an emergency c-section. Her body was hydrated, but after so many hours she was begging for water to get rid of her awful thirst. Something about the experience of feeling water in your mouth is important to tell your brain it’s not in danger. (They did give her water and her birth went fine, just in case you wondered how this particular tale ended)

I feel like Gale’s “ascended” sex is like that IV. He’s been parched for so long that he doesn’t notice the thirst.

But here comes Barbie Bard and this man tripping over himself saying how he likes her musk. In the shadowlands he stops you to make a comment about how hot you look fighting and sweating.

Mystra doesn’t have a musk. Nor does she sweat.

So really the question is… when was the last time he was actually touched more than on the hands? I wanted to see that touched-starved desperation. I just love the idea Barbie Bard took a man with his head in the stars and fucked him back to his own humanity.

Very Hozier if I do say so. I like the theme of finding salvation in human after being failed by a god with unobtainable expectations. (Mystra and God god aren’t 1-to-1 so not perfect fit)

Anyway I don’t know where I’m going with this except I guess it’s time to bust out Procreate. I wanna hear other’s thoughts on this too