#"Keep reading

[baezen]

let’s romanticise the “keep reading” feature

i know some of you new users aren’t as familiar with tumblr’s dashboard and that’s okay! i’m here to teach you a lil something that will revitalise the way you long post on this site.

tumblr has two forms: web browser and mobile app

no matter which way you prefer to post either long fic or simply have long posts about your life, current news affairs, whatever, there are now ways on both mobile and web to add a “keep reading” break. back in the early days of the app, we used to have to type out code that added the break [ READ MORE ] iykyk and it only sometimes worked. now we have a much easier button to press on both the web browser and the mobile app.

web:

mobile:

go forth and long post to your heart’s content!

[zarabella73]

[thefrogman]

Back in the olden days, if you used the "keep reading" function on a Tumblr-dot-com post, it would

not get very many notes.

At all.

I am not sure exactly why.

I think people hated pressing an extra thing.

But maybe it was also a psychological phenomenon where, given the choice, they were unwilling to trust me with their time.

But if I sucked them in with a good story or a compelling image, they would get serious FOMO.

When I created a super high effort post-of-length I would get comments like, "This was way too long but before I realized it I was reading the last sentence."

That was a really good feeling.

I used to do tests to figure out the best posting strategies and I think I figured out you'd lose about 90% of your notes if you did a "keep reading" post.

So that notion was ingrained in my brain again and again from when I was very note-obsessed and I have since avoided the "keep reading" option almost like a conditioned response.

Just seeing that squiggly line appear still induces a Pavlovian fear.

But that was probably a decade ago and I did a new experiment. My story about replacing my mailbox did reasonably well with a strategically clickbaity "keep reading."

This was a promising result due to the fact that some people like to send me hate for writing a lengthy post.

I recently got a death threat for writing too much, which was a fun reminder of my M&M days (I melted men's rights activists' brains with a poorly worded analogy and they launched a years long harassment campaign).

It seems in present-era-Tumblr-dot-com many more people prefer pressing an extra thing rather than scrolling a bunch on their smartphone. The collective behavior has changed. And maybe I don't need to use tricks and running gags in order to get folks to "keep reading".

Unfortunately I started writing that ring light post a few months ago so I wasn't able to include that in the experiment. But I am going to try using the keep reading function in the future and as long as the average number of folks that usually read my longer posts continue to read my posts, that will be the standard approach.

I also tag these posts with "long post" so you can flag that if you wish.

While I am no longer in the audience-building phase of my Tumblr career, these essays and stories and educational posts take a considerable amount of time and effort to create, so I do want to make sure everyone who wants to read them is able to. But posts without hearts and reblogs can quickly die a gruesome algorithmic death. Even my most ardent followers would tell me things were not showing up on their dash. (I think replies help mitigate that, so if you like a long post, you can help with engagement.)

The collective noun is a "business" of ferrets.

Do you want to see a business of ferrets ready to do some business?

KEEP READING

I love writing and it is a huge catharsis for me. And I love sharing any knowledge I feel like I have the earned expertise to speak on with authority (technology, photography, light, fun ferret facts, etc). I wish I had the energy to be a photography teacher, but long posts on Tumblr are probably the best I can do for now.

I know my posts are super long, but I try to make them as fun and informationally dense as I possibly can. I don't like wasting people's time if I can avoid it. Though maybe I should trust my follower's attention span a bit more. I have this fear that if I am not constantly entertaining, people will click away or unfollow.

I think a good business for a business of ferrets would be selling pool noodles that look like ferrets.

So as long as I get roughly the same amount of notes I will do the keep reading. And then maybe people can lay off on the mean comments and occasional requests to end my own life because I bloviated about soft light.

100% true ferret fact..

If you ask a ferret what their business is, they will crawl on your shoulder and whisper in your ear...

[randombrowngirl]

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

I love the “Keep Reading” function. It’s like a pocket dimension or something. It allows you to add lots more to your post than you can actually see. It’s functional and keeps posts looking neat and clean.

[inatungulates]

Northern bottlenose whale Hyperoodon ampullatus

With northern fulmar Fulmarus glacialis

Observed by rouj, CC BY-NC

The ghostly pale appearance of this bottlenose whale is an aberration from the more typical brownish coloration - probably a result of a tyrosinase deficiency, which affects the ability to synthesize melanin.

[be-gay-cause-crime]

I got more Tad drawings (this AU has a chokehold on me)

@void-dude

[audhd-author]

Drunk in Love

It's time for the annual Stark Industries Gala and Tony realises rather quickly, he maybe outdid himself too far when choosing your outfit for the night.

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3643 words

NSFW(18+)

Soft sex, alcohol use, fluff, praise kink, heavy smut, slight degradation, creampies, restraints, marking kink, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play.

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Pulling the top off of your red lipstick tube, you carefully apply it, using the mirror to make sure you accentuate your cupid’s bow. It isn’t your first time attending the annual Stark Industries Gala, having attended last year’s one as a newly initiated Avenger. But yet, this time is even more nerve-wracking given you’re attending as Tony’s date. The two of you had been dating for nearly seven months now and he never failed to spoil you with expensive, intimate gifts. This time is no different. The black floor-length dress he had chosen hugged every intricate curve of your body, the soft fabric draping over your skin.

Opening the black jewellery box laid out on the nightstand, a soft breath escapes you. Inside lies a silver necklace, detailed with intricate gems. The metal is a cool and relieving weight around your neck as you fasten it. Returning back to the mirror, you let the music playing through the speaker flow through your body. Michelle Morrone’s “Drink Me” begins to play and you softly sing along to the lyrics as you stare in the mirror. Catching movement out the corner of your eye, a smirk pulls at your lips as you catch Tony’s eyes in the mirror. You’re unsure as to how long he’d been leaning against the doorframe but the way his black 3 piece suit highlighted his form made your legs weak. “See something you like, baby?” You grin as he comes up behind you, his hands brushing your hair over one shoulder as he leans to place a tender kiss in the crook of your exposed neck.

“You look good enough to eat, my love.” He groans, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder as his hands trail down the curves of your waist. A fire burns in your core at his touch, a sigh escaping you as your head leans back against the firm muscles in his shoulder. “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you tonight, darling.” His voice is a tone deeper than usual, the vibrations rushing over your skin as he brushes his lips up to your jawline.

Turning around to face him, your arms rest on his shoulders as his hands pull your hips flush against his body. Leaning up, you brush your lips against his, a sensation you didn’t know you so desperately craved until now. His lips gently return the gesture before you pull away, a soft smile pulling at your mouth. “Well, you’re going to have to figure it out, Happy’s waiting outside with the limo.” You laugh, giving him a wink as you grab your handbag, your hips swaying slightly more than usual as you walk away from him. A strained chuckle escapes Tony as he follows you out of the room, one hand wrapped around your waist.

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To say that the night had been long would be an understatement, the intense flirtations between you and Tony had escalated from teasing hands on thighs to dirty words whispered in each other’s ears. His speech, as always, was delivered to a thunderous applause from the audience and the gala had been nothing short of a success. You and the rest of the Avengers had resorted back to the tower, now having a private afterparty in the lounge. Tony has pulled your legs over his lap as you let your head rest on his shoulder, his hands stroking up your inner thigh over the silk of your dress. One hand holding onto your whiskey, the other lays on his chest as you take a sip. “The minute this party is over, I can guarantee I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Tony’s voice is low, his lips brushing over your earlobe as he murmurs this, your core twisting in desire.

You grin, letting your teeth gently nibble the top of his ear as you lean forward to reply. “Is that a threat or a promise?” You smirk as a strained breath escapes him, a low growl sounding in his throat as his eyes darken. “Oh love, it's a fact.” He replies before taking a sip of his scotch. “Alright guys, guys, guys.” Natasha slurs, a few drops of her vodka escaping her glass as she overly excitedly leans forward. “We’re gonna play Truth or Drink because a few of you seem to be way too sober right now.” She says, her gaze aimed pointedly at Tony and you sitting on the couch. You laugh in response. “I’m sorry, I’m not a lightweight then.”

“Truth or Drink? I’m unfamiliar with this game.” Thor says, his words slightly slurred as he takes a gulp from his beer.

“Basically, one person asks a question to the group. If you don’t want to answer, you take a drink.” Wanda says, her champagne glass precariously tipped in her hand. Thor nods before responding. “Alright, I’m in.” Everyone else nods in agreement, including you as you finish the last sip in your glass. “Let me just fill my drink up then.” You laugh, flinging your legs off Tony’s lap, much to his dismay. Standing up, you walk over to the bar, about to just grab your typical Wild Moose until your eyes land on the bottle of Fireball on the shelf. Grabbing it, you take a seat back next to Tony, whose hand pulls your legs back over his lap as you do. “Ooh Y/N’s feeling bold!” Clint laughs, seeing the bottle of spirits in your hand. You grin. “What can I say, I drink to get drunk. Alright Nat, what’s the first question?”

She takes a moment before her eyes flash excitedly. “Would you guys ever consider being a stripper?”

“Oh absolutely,” Rhodey says, to agreement from Tony and Wanda. Everyone else says no, which you expected. Nat turns to you. “What about you Y/N?” A grin pulls at your lips as you reply. “I was a stripper for a while so yeah, I would.”

“What!?” Wanda exclaims, leaning back in her seat in shock, a laugh escaping you at her reaction. “Yeah, I was in a bit of a rough place a few years ago, I needed money and I knew stripping earnt well. So for about a year, I worked at Rick’s Cabaret in town.” Tony knew about all this, neither of you knew at the time but he had been one of the main reasons you made so much money.

“That question was too easy Nat, we’re never going to get drunk if they’re all like that.” Steve laughs, tripping over his tongue, trying to speak. She shoots him a look before sipping from her glass. “Why don’t you ask the questions if you’re so cocky about it.” She grumbles, Steve, grinning in response. “Alright then, if you were going to recreate any sex scene in a movie, what one would it be?” Immediately, Peter, Thor, and Vision take a drink, a deep blush spreading over Peter’s cheeks. “I haven’t seen that many movies,” Thor admits.

“Well it’s not entirely a sex scene but I’d love to recreate the handprint left in the steamed window of the car in Titanic with someone,” Clint says, grinning sheepishly as we nod in agreement.

“The pottery scene in Ghost,” Nat says as Rhodey laughs. “That was my answer as well.”

“Achilles and Briseis’ scene in Troy,” Wanda admits, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

“50 Shades.” Tony’s hand moves further up your thigh as he says this, a heat flushing through your veins at the action. Taking a sip from your bottle, you answer. “The boat scene from 365 Days.” Bruce nods. “What she said.” Everyone looks at Steven, the only one to have not said anything yet. He shakes his head, exhaling. “Yeah, I agree with Tony. 50 Shades.”

“Ooh, I’ve got a question,” Wanda says, accidentally tipping her champagne glass a bit too far in excitement. “Have you ever faked an orgasm?”

All of the guys, bar Tony, Bruce, and Steven, shake their heads no. “A few times, yeah,” Bruce says, as Tony nods, rubbing your thigh reassuringly to confirm never with you. “I’ve only faked it once, funny enough it was the first time I had sex.” Steven laughs, sipping from his glass of whiskey. “I think I can say that yes, all of us girls have faked it,” Nat says as Wanda and I nod in agreement. “Oh for sure. I had to fake it every time before I met Tony just to get them to stop.”

“Honestly! Like it gets to a point where you’re just lying there and nothing’s happening for you and you just want to go home so you can finish yourself.” Wanda can’t control her laughter upon hearing Nat’s response. Tony’s hand tightens its grip on your thigh as he leans towards your ear. “Did you seriously just say you’d never orgasmed from someone else apart from me?” His voice comes out in a low growl that makes your legs pulsate with desire as you nod. “Then I’ll make sure you cum until you’re dry tonight, darling.” He smirks as he pulls away, his pupils dilated with arousal. Taking a deep breath to calm your intensely beating heart, you bring the bottle to your lips, letting the cinnamon liquid burn a delicious fire down your throat.

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It was well after midnight and countless drinks consumed before everyone decided to get some sleep, though Tony and you had different plans. Tony’s hands grab your hips as you wrap your arms over his shoulders. Your lips pressed firmly against his, breathy moans escape you as the two of you stumble through the penthouse to your bedroom. One hand trails from your hip to your back, unzipping the dress as it falls to the floor, revealing the matching red lace lingerie underneath. Pushing you backwards onto the bed, Tony crawls over you, positioning his knee between your legs, grinding it against your heat. A low groan emits from his throat at the sight of you beneath him. “I love seeing you in that dress but I’ve wanted to take it off from the moment I saw you in it.” He pushes himself up to pull his suit jacket off his shoulders. Grabbing his tie, you pull him back down, his lips finding yours as his hands roam over your now-exposed side. His lips wander down from your jawline, over your collarbone, to the dip in between your breasts, breathy moans escaping you as he does.

Kicking your heels off, Tony does the same to his shoes as he lets his tongue dart over your clothed nipple. The lace of your bra mixing with the heat of his tongue makes your head fall back in pleasure, your lips slightly parted. His thumb reaches up to rub over your other nipple in circular motions, a soft moan falling off your lips. The alcohol aids in the pleasure, making you feel dizzy as he continues his ministrations. He reaches his hand under your back to unclasp your bra before sucking your nipple into his mouth, his name escaping you in a pleasured moan. You can feel him smirk against your skin as your back arches closer towards him. “Already so desperate, aren’t you baby?” He teases as you nod, his mouth trailing light kisses down the sensitive skin of his stomach. Positioning himself in between your legs, he lifts one over his shoulder, kissing from your knee up your inner thigh.

With each kiss, he inches closer to where you need him most, sending waves of anticipation through your body, pooling in your core. You can feel your arousal gather in your lace panties as he places a soft kiss on the waistband of them. Grasping the waistband in his teeth, he pulls them down your legs, leaving you completely exposed before him. “Fuck, so wet for me.” He murmurs before darting his tongue out to collect your arousal from your entrance, your back arching for more. “Tony, please.” You plead as he continues slowly licking up your slit, stopping just before your desperate clit.

“Easy darling, we’ve got all night.” He grins, your arousal glistening on his beard as he looks up at your body with darkened eyes. One hand desperately grasping at the covers, your other entangles itself in his hair, pushing him closer to your heat. You can feel the smirk on his lips as he lightly grazes his lips over your sensitive mound, extracting a soft moan from you. Lightly tracing around your clit with his tongue, you raise your hips, desperate to get more friction. His hands grasp your hips, holding you in place as he nips at your inner thigh, a pleasured gasp escaping you as he does. “Move your hips again and I’ll edge you until you’re begging for release, is that clear?” He growls against your clit, the vibrations making your legs feel weak, arousal continuing to leak out of you. You nod your head in response. “Good girl.” God, the effect those two words have on you is indescribable. Your core twists with pleasure as he dives his head back in between your legs, sucking your clit between his lips.

Your grip tightens in his hair as he flattens his tongue, flicking your mound gently. The hand that was entangled in the sheets flies up to your mouth as a moan escapes you. Almost immediately, his hand pins yours to the bed. “Don’t you dare, I want to hear you, angel.” He murmurs against your clit, his name falling off your lips as the vibrations of his voice echo through your body. Keeping your body still with one hand on your stomach, his other runs two fingers over your entrance, a shiver crashing over your body. Your back arches off the bed, his name falling off your lips as you feel his fingers gently push inside you. “You sound almost as good as you taste, darling.” He groans, his tongue circling over your clit as he curls his fingers into the sensitive spongy flesh inside you. A string of curses escapes you in a breathy moan as he slowly pumps his digits inside you, curling against your sweet spot with precision. You can feel your first high approaching, your legs beginning to shake on Tony’s shoulders. With each delicious flick of his tongue, each precise thrust of his fingers, he brings you closer to your orgasm. The coil in your stomach tightens as a hot flush runs through your body.

Stars flood your vision as the coil finally snaps, your body shaking, Tony’s name falling off your lips in a pleasured moan. A groan sounds from him as he tastes your release on your tongue, not slowing down his actions. Sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth, a sultry groan escapes you as he helps you ride out your high. Moving up your body, his fingers still move in and out of you, his palm rubbing over your clit as he presses his lips to yours. He runs his tongue over your lower lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly grant him. You can taste yourself on his lips, moaning into them as his palm continues its ministrations. Your hands reach up to undo the buttons of his black undershirt as he reaches down to undo his belt with his free hand.

Shrugging his shirt over his shoulders, you remove his tie as he pulls the belt out from his pants in one smooth movement. He chucks it beside your head before leaning down to place his lips on your neck. With his hand still bringing you closer to your second release, he sucks the sensitive skin of your neck into his mouth, gently biting down with his teeth. A desperate moan escapes you as he does, hues of purple and red spreading over your skin as he finally pulls away. Your body twitches as his fingers press against your sweet spot, his mouth trailing back down to your nipples, which had been left unattended for far too long in Tony’s opinion. Gently biting down on your left one, you let out a breathy gasp as the pleasure and pain mix together to form a desperate desire in your core. Moving over to the other one, he repeats the same action as his left hand comes up to rub lightly over the top of your other hardened nipple. Your orgasm overtakes you, your eyes rolling back into your head as your body spasms under him, a string of moans leaving your lips in a breathless gasp. Your legs shake around Tony’s waist, tingling from the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Slowing down the movements with his hand, he rubs his thumb over your clit in circular motions as he helps you ride out your second high, your chest rising heavily with each breath. He gently pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to your lips. You gladly take them into your mouth, your tongue running up the side of each of his fingers individually as you taste your juices. A soft groan escapes him as you suck your cheeks around his fingers, maintaining eye contact with him as you do. “Fuck, that’s my good little slut.” He murmurs, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to unbutton his pants, pulling them down his legs. You can see the dark patch on his grey boxers from his precum and you groan at the sight, desperately needing him. “Give me your hands, darling.” He says, his voice deep with desire for you. You’re quick to obey as he grabs the belt off the bed, raising your hands to the headboard before tying them securely. Your hands now restrained above you, you can only watch with anticipation as he removes his boxers, freeing himself.

He crawls back over you, positioning himself in between his legs as he rubs himself against your slit. A desperate moan escapes you as he continues to tease you. “Tony, please. I need you.” You breathe as he smirks. How could he deny such a request? A groan escapes the both of you as he pushes himself inside you. You can feel your body weaken as your walls stretch around him, his member filling every inch of you. “You’re so tight, love.” He breathes, laying a kiss on your shoulder before slowly withdrawing himself and pressing back in. Each thrust, slow and loving, his mouth kissing every inch of bare skin it can reach as he rubs against your sweet spot with each movement of his hips. “Fuck, you feel so good.” A moan escapes you as you say this, your eyes rolling back in your head as he groans, your walls tightening around him. A hand on each side of your head, he leans down to press his lips to yours, swallowing each moan he receives from you. The early morning moonlight casts a dim light over the room through the open curtains, highlighting your body with a soft glow. Your tongues intertwine as the kiss deepens, the only thing you can feel is pleasure as he continues to move inside you.

“You look fucking gorgeous, love.” He whispers as he breaks the kiss, the both of you gasping for air. You’re grateful for the dim lighting, feeling your cheeks heat up at the compliment. “I love you.” You breathe, as he chuckles, leaning forward to press his lips against yours. “I love you more, darling.” He murmurs before a groan escapes him, his hips bucking deeper into yours. One of his hands moves to trace lightly down your side, resting on your stomach, intensifying the feeling of him inside you. Your lips are slightly parted, your head falls back as your back arches towards him, a moan escaping you as he begins to pick up the pace. Your breasts bounce with each thrust of his hips, his name exiting you in a string of moans as you can feel yourself pulsing around him. “Fuck, darling.” He curses, his hand moving from your stomach to your clit, his thumb rubbing it in circular motions as he continues to push into you.

“Oh god, Tony.” You breathe as you reach your third orgasm, your walls clenching tightly around him as your body convulses. His hips buck as a low groan escapes him, strings of his hot releases coating your insides as he pulls your body closer. Lightheaded, your body continues to pulse with pleasure as he slows down his thrusts, the two of you breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against yours. With your legs still shaking, the two of you stay breathing in each other’s scent for what seems like hours. Exhaling deeply, Tony pulls out of you as you wince, sensitive. Leaning forward to undo your restraints, he places a kiss against your forehead before getting up and walking into your ensuite.

Still breathing heavily and your body tingling with pleasure, you barely have the energy to watch his naked figure disappear into the next room. You can hear the tap running before he re-emerges a couple of seconds later with a damp towel. Repositioning himself between your legs, he places a kiss on your hip bone, gently cleaning up the remainder of your arousal from your inner thighs before throwing the towel to the washing basket in the corner of the room. Crawling up the bed, he pulls the both of you under the covers as his arm crosses over your chest, pulling your back flush to his chest. “I love you, my darling.” He murmurs, inhaling deeply as he kisses your shoulder. “I love you more.” Your words are slurred, both from pleasure and alcohol, as you let your tiredness overtake your pleasure-filled body.

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[thebanishedreader]

7 Banned Book Requests Made This Year

Infographic & original post by Impact

[bookguide]

“Maybe it’s that I find the idea comforting… that thousands of years after you’re gone… is when you really live. That your echo is louder than your voice.”

— Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

[x-alted]

✧⋆⋄✧⋄⋆✧Busted and Blue✧⋆⋄✧⋄⋆✧

⋄Rating: Mature(+18), MDNI, NSFT

⋄Pairing: Leon Kennedy/GN!Reader

⋄Wordcount: 2.1k

⋄Synopsis: Under the cover of night, Leon's in your bed. He's tied up and a mess, eager for you to make him busted and blue...

⋄Tags: GN! Sex, BDSM, Cock and Ball Torture (cock hitting and btiting), light Praise Kink, Shibari, Gags, Riding Crops, Dominant and Submissive dynamics, light Sadism and Masochism, Unprotected Sex, general fuckery tbh.

⋄A/N: This is my first post, and not beta read lol. I rarely ever post my fanfic, but there might be more in the future occasionally. This wasn't written with any particular Leon in mind, so feel free to fantasize as you please. Also, please make sure to read the tags/read at your own discretion, because if I receive any hate mail, I might evaporate. I hope you all enjoy!

Nighttime. 

It’s so beautiful, and you’ve always thought that.

The vast expanse of deep blue, littered with the tiniest pockmarks of silver stars. The glittering, heavenly fabric hanging in the sky, beckoning for you to reach out your fingers, learn its deepest secrets. 

And the people. The kinds of people the night attracts. They’re certainly something else.

You would easily consider yourself one of those people. As you gaze out the windows of your luxurious apartment, the floor to ceiling panes of glass reveal every beautiful detail. The winking lights of city skyscrapers, glimmer of people dolled up for a night out, all reminds you of the stars against the night sky. It’s beautiful, and a small part of you longs to abandon your current company, leave your apartment, and join the late night excitement of the city. 

Though, the high rise view and promises of nighttime adventures aren’t nearly as beautiful as him. 

Leon

He’s on your bed right now, silky black sheets a stark contrast to his skin, and the deep red restraints he wears. The tantalizing crossing of red rope over every curve and inch of his musculature makes you quickly dismiss any idea of leaving him. Not when he’s like this. 

This certainly isn’t an unusual predicament for you or Leon to find yourselves in, given your proclivity for your specific tastes, as well as Leon’s need for his. Though, you’re no stranger to dishing out this kind of attention, it certainly did surprise you when Leon asked you to do this. In fact, when the words had left his lips, you nearly had to double take, not entirely sure that it was Leon sitting before you. In the majority of the time you two had spent together, he had a habit of being a little shit. An attractive little shit, but a little shit nonetheless. He was always eager to tease you, smug and sultry at the same time, rattling off little quips and taunts, regardless of whether or not he was fucking you or eating you out. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t downright excited for the opportunity to both simultaneously dote on and punish Leon.

Now, here you are, standing stark naked as his eyes trail hotly over your body, the need to reach out and touch you reflected in his gaze.

Soft hums of irritation leave him as your eyes rake over his body slowly, though the ball gag in his mouth muffles them substantially. However, his hard cock twitches and kicks, telling you everything you need to know. As exasperated as he is at your lack of attention to his cock, he likes it as well. You let out a soft, sultry laugh at his reactions to the little waiting game you’ve been playing, earning another little indignant huff from him. 

Maybe you’ll play with your food a little longer.

Slinking, you move closer to the bed, and rummage around in the nightstand. Having held off on giving him attention for a while, you can practically feel the intensity of Leon’s eyes burning into you, anticipations running high as you find what you’re looking for.

Out from the expanse of your nightstand drawer comes a long, thin, black stick. One end has a cushioned handle and wrist strap, while the other has a thick, folded piece of leather sewn to it. Perfect for what you want, given Leon lets out another noise, a grunt of anticipation of what’s to come. Your eyes are on him, gaze all heavy and saccharine as you get onto the bed, crawling languidly up his body to reach behind his head and undo the ball gag in his mouth, a string of spit following along.

“Took you long enough..” Leon grumbles, panting a little and stretching his jaw to soothe the ache from the ball gag, as you scoot back on the bed to get a better view of him.

In a flash, you bring the riding crop down on his balls, causing the skin to tighten. Precum beads at the tip of his cock, which kicks and jerks at the spark of pain. Leon groans, a choked sound that bleeds into a whimper, and he arches off the bed for a moment.

“God, fuck sweetheart. You’re killin’ me here…” He whines softly, hips twitching from the aftershocks.

“Well, you know better than to complain.” You murmur, a smirk settling on your lips, your hands reaching up to smooth some hair out of his eyes.

Leon notices you admiring the pretty shade of blue his eyes are, taking advantage of your distraction to turn his head to the side and playfully nip at your fingers. A soft grunt follows as he pines for your attention, feeling needy beyond all belief-

THWIP

“Hng! G-God you-!” Leon chokes out, not getting to finish his sentence as another sinful whimper of pain leaves him as you bring the riding crop down yet again on his balls, giving them a couple of hits in quick succession. His head is tossed back, lip worried between his teeth, the flush on his cheeks spreading to the tips of his ears and down his neck. Complaint after complaint can leave his lips, but you know it’s all just an act, that he’s just being bratty for the fun of it.

Deciding to tease him some more, you feather the riding crop all over his cock, finding it hard not to when he reacts so deliciously to it. Leon’s cock twitches and thighs quiver when you tease the crop over his tender balls, tracing veins on the underside of his shaft, and bring it up to just tease the edge of the head. 

Ever the glutton for punishment, he bucks his hips, trying to grind his cock against the riding crop for some relief while he chokes out ‘let me just-’

THWIP

Once more, you bring the riding crop down - hard - this time on the tip of his cock. Leon moans and grunts, body tensing at the mix of pain and pleasure, especially when you start to grind the riding crop against the head and slit. Precum smears obscenely, and a string forms when you finally pull the riding crop away, making him shudder and whine.

“How cute…” You tease, only a hint of meanness in your words. 

You give him one more hard smack to the tip of his cock, making Leon suck in a sharp breath of air through his clenched teeth, before teasing it up and away from his cock. You drag the leather of the riding crop sensually through the hairs of his happy trail, across his abs as well, taking delight in the way his muscles ripple and skin contracts at the sensation.

Feeling yourself growing more and more aroused, you’ve decided you’ve had enough, ready to satiate the ache between your legs. Tossing the riding crop somewhere to the ground off the side of the bed, you crawl back up his body, far enough that your mouth is close to his cock. He twitches once more, eyes alight with a needy anticipation now. 

Mischief gleaming in your eyes, you lower your mouth, giving his tip small kitten licks. Leon groans softly at your ministrations, especially when you take your time to press the tip of your tongue into his slit. 

“F-Fuck. That’s so–” He murmurs, biting his lip, muscles straining against the rope as he fights off the urge to buck up into your mouth. Leon knows he’s close to getting the touch he so desperately needs, so he’s certainly more eager to play nice now. 

Knowing you have him right where you want him, you scrape your teeth across his tip, biting down softly. You’re exerting enough pressure that Leon makes a funny little noise, bordering on a squeal almost as a mix of light fear and heavy arousal floods through him. 

Growing a little impatient yourself, you give a couple of teasing nips to his shaft and balls, Leon letting out the prettiest little gasps all the wild. He’s always been pretty vocal, but the noises he’s making tonight are downright sinful and have you feeling hot and bothered.

Finally, you move up, settling yourself on top of him. Sat just below his cock, you start eyeing him a little, making him let out a low rumble. 

“Finally ready, now?” Leon teases, the beginning of a smug smile forming on his face. Grabbing the ball gag, you dangle it teasingly above his face.

“Don’t make me put this back on you…” You threaten, not entirely planning on following through, given you love hearing all the little noises Leon makes. He looks a little irritated, but ultimately doesn’t respond.

“Good boy…” You tease, a wicked grin on your face as you rise up, starting to stroke Leon’s cock, slow and teasing like everything else you’ve done this evening.

He’s not quite ready to give in and beg yet, lips clamped shut as he breathes sharply through his nose, brow knitting as you languidly jerk him off. Humming softly as more precum beads from the tip, slicking your hand up as you pump him, you pick up the pace a little and squeeze ever so lightly. A little pant and a low groan leave Leon as you pick up the pace even more, before you slow down again, making him toss his head back in frustration especially when you squeeze his shaft again.

“Please! Fuck I– I’ve been so good, haven’t I-” Leon whimpers, and grits his teeth as you shift to hover right above his cock, cutting him off by teasingly rubbing him against your entrance.

“Oh fuck…guess I kept you and me waiting long enough, hm?” You murmur sultrily, moaning out when you start to sink down on Leon's cock, getting stretched out as you take him, inch by inch. 

“H-Hah! Just like that– shit–” Leon chokes out, already entirely too sensitive from the teasing he’s been through. He’s kicking and twitching inside you, filling you up and just grazing the most sensitive parts as you bottom out. 

You stay seated for a moment, taking a moment to get used to the feel of him inside you. It didn’t register just how needy you had been as well, too swept up in toying with the man beneath you. Silence stretches between you for a beat, as you both pant softly, before it’s broken by the minute sound of skin on skin as you begin to ride him. Setting a tantalizingly slow pace, you raise up, only to drop down, both of you moaning out now in sync as you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure. 

“Mhm, s-so  good for me, taking what I give you…” You rasp out, starting to pick up the pace a little, pleasure coiling low in your gut. Leon’s feeling it as well, telltale in the way he’s trembling slightly, fighting off the urge to fuck up into your wet heat with reckless abandon. 

“Shit, g’nna make me come early if you keep talking like that…” He whines, looking already like a fucked out mess, a flush settled on his cheeks and his pretty blue eyes clouded over with need. 

Unable to muster up a response, you’re too lost in the drag of his cock against your insides, especially when you grind down particularly hard. The tip of his cock hits just right, pressing up against that sensitive spot, where you find yourself rapidly losing restraint.

The clapping of skin fills the room, the smell of sweat as well as you pick up the pace. Leon’s all too happy when you lean down, sloppily kissing him, soft lips messy and needy against your own. His cock throbs when you start to kiss along his jawline, nipping and biting your way to his neck to leave a smattering of love bites.

“God, m’so close, please.” Leon gasps, panting loudly now, strained noises leaving him as his stomach tenses, not far behind you for release. 

“Yes, God, did so well. Go ahead and come in me.” You whine, walls fluttering around him as your own orgasm starts to creep up on you. 

“Please!” Leon grunts, the sound so unabashed and needy, it sends a bolt of arousal down your spine.

With a cry of your own, you clench down hard around Leon, walls fluttering as they practically milk Leon. Leon comes with a rumble, grunting and gasping as he spills inside you, hot and sticky. You bounce a few more times, drawing out both of your orgasms, before you settle on his lap, basking in the afterglow. 

It doesn’t take you long to relax, fully slipping off of Leon with a hiss, undoing the rope tying him up. Once freed, he stretches out on the bed, rolling over to face you. There’s a mixture of mischief and heat in his eyes, a coy smile playing on his lips as he scoots closer to you. His hot breath washes over your face, and a lone hand ghosts up and down your side teasingly, featherlight and sensual.

“So, your turn next?”

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[moonlight-starlight-lady01]

Hi, So I had read your Leo Headcannons during mating season and I wanted to know if you would mind doing something similar but for Donnie or Raph?

OMGYES!!

Warnings: Monsterfucking, vaginal penetration, oral sex, sex, smut, unprotected sex. Raph being a total simp teenager. Let me know if i missed anything! <3

It all started last week. Raph has been acting strange towards you. Right when spring started. You scrolled through your texts, your eyes reading all the weird texts he sent. 

“I need you.” (sent at 4:56 am)

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“Fuck i want you so bad.”(sent at 2:57 am)

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“You smell really good.” (sent at 3:27 am)

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“You left your shirt here. I’m gonna wash it for you.” (sent at 3:24 am) (heheh you know what i mean.)

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“Your hair strands are on my pillow.” (sent at 2:00 am)

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“I’m coming over.” (sent at 3:00 am.)

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“When are you coming over i want you.” (sent at 2:58 am)

You saw the last massage he had sent and replied with;

“Oh sorry lol I might come over today! :) If i have time” You then pressed the send button and set your phone down on the nightstand. 

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Walking on the concrete cement of the lair sounded very echoey today the lair seemed empty except for master splinter.  Master splinter had told you that the boys were on patrol except for Raph. 

You walk up to his bedroom door and knock on it. 

“Raph? Can I come in?” You call out. 

“Sure, hot stuff’.” You open the door to see the one and only Raph laying on his bed stroking himself. 

“Oh my god! Raph what are you doing!?” You yell covering your eyes.

“Be quiet, don't let master splinter hear you!”

“Why are you doing that!”

“Well, I just want to see what you could do for me. Like a favor, heh”

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“That's it! Come on baby. Squeeze me more!” Raph put you in doggy style and started to fuck you.  You kept moaning from how big he is. He kept hitting your cervix with every hard thrust into your poor little hole. 

Flipping you over, he put your legs on his shoulders thrusting deeper inside you, he leaned forward and put you in a mating press. 

“O-OH FucK!” Raph clenched his teeth together and thrusted faster, getting sloppier with each thrust. 

“R-raaaph, s’too mUch!” You braced yourself with your hands.

“Heh, it’s not too much for you. I know it now, take my cum!” He then fell onto you thrusting even deeper than before.

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Heavy breathing had turned into even breaths.

“Why didn't you tell me that you wanted to do that?” Y/n asked, laying her head back down on Raph’s plastron.

“Needed to know if ya liked me first.”

;)

[haystarlight]

Okay but I can't stop thinking about this

Obviously, back in Ancient Greece, there were no options like we have today. Sex resulting in a child was unpreventable. So the gods really couldn't do anything about the demigod children because goodness knows they're not gonna stop falling in love with mortals.

But things are different now and I wonder about how the invention of contraceptives and the facilitation/legalization of abortion (in some places, at least) would affect the gods.

(longer discussion under the "keep reading", content warning for talk of abortion, sex and how shitty some male gods are)

(Athena doesn't facture in because her method of making demigods is batshit, this is for the demigods that were made with sex) (and for The Big Three, more specifically)

Like I talked with my partner the other day and he says he thinks it's totally possible to abort a demigod fetus and I agreed with him. Because, even though they're stronger than normal humans, half-bloods can definitely die. So, if you were pregnant with a half-blood fetus, I think you *could* abort it like a normal human one.

HOWEVER

What would the god dad think about that. Would they be, like, offended that a mere mortal would have the gall to reject a gift from a god? would they try to punish the mortal for not wanting the demigod fetus? would they see it as "impertinent"?

Or would they be relieved like "oh nice! one less half-blood child to worry about!"?

I'm especially thinking about Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. Obviously. Because they're the ones that made a promise not to have more babies. The others made no such promises but, in their case, you'd think preventing the birth would be in their best interest, right? because you're helping them keep their promise? they should be happy, right?

But, then again, the gods are irrational a lot of the time.

Also, condoms.

Idk if god sperm would be stronger than human sperm. Like, maybe there's a chance the condom wouldn't work to stop it (they do sometimes fail, after all, "only 97% effective" and all that). But this is assuming condoms can stop even god sperm.

Again, you think The Big Three would be like "awesome! a way to keep my promise of no more kids and still have sex!" or would they be like those dude bros that don't like wearing condoms cause "they're too small for me!!!" (shut up they're not)

I'm thinking Zeus at least gives definitely the "I would never wear a condom how dare you" vibe.

Tbh, maybe the gods should try seeking out mortals that already have their tubes tied. That sounds like a plan.

Also for not-maiden goddesses like Aphrodite and Demeter, for example. You think they can just, you know, decide not to get pregnant? cause they're goddesses, maybe they can just do that? tho, since they don't have an oath that tells them not to, they probably don't care enough to decide to not get pregnant anyway?

Also, wild to think the kids whose godly parent is their mom get recognized as demigods from birth, that's crazy.

Also also, I think I remember one character in the books that's a child of Apollo with another man. Which it's cool for the queer representation but also HOW. Like... Rick, is Apollo mpreg canon in the books?! RICK?!

(I'm sure if you ask Rick all this, he just says "I write these books for kids, please leave me alone" but THE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW)

(I'm pro choice, in case that wasn't totally clear. I'm not saying mortals should be punished for not wanting demigod kids (which is a fictional thing anyways). Of course not. I was just wondering what would the gods think of that)

[inatungulates]

Grant's zebra Equus quagga boehmi

Observed by hikuta, CC BY-NC

This photo shows very well just how bright red zebra foals' darker stripes can be, before they turn black with age; foals often have noticeably fuzzier coats than adults.

In addition to the red-striped, fuzzy foal, the adults here show classic features of Grant's zebras Equus quagga boehmi:

stripes are broad and relatively few in number, especially on the hindquarters

stripes continue all the way down the limbs

side stripes do not contact the dark dorsal midline stripe

brown patch on nose

[crazycatsiren]

Grandpa passed away in March, and I stopped reading.

Between March and August, I don't remember much, other than going back to Paris in April, going back to Vienna in July, and going to England and Scotland in August.

Upon returning from the UK in August, I picked up my Kindle again.

So, I joined Bookstagram and Goodreads, to keep track of and organize my books, and to goal set and motivate myself. Because as long as I'm reading, I'll be all right. When I wasn't reading, I wasn't all right, and that's how I knew. When I started reading again was when I began to heal.

From August to the end of 2023, I read 18 books, including another re-read of 'Jane Eyre', the first of my annotation project.

[audhd-author]

Your tony stark fic was absolutely amazing 🤤🤤🤤 can I request a morning sex with him and female reader?

Thank you!

Of course you can, sorry if it's a bit rushed, I wrote it before work this morning.

- Audhd Author

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Morning Sun

You always love waking up in the morning in the arms of your husband. However, Tony wakes up in a frisky mood and can't take his hands- or mouth- off of you.

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1,552 words

NSFW(18+)

Morning sex, rough(ish sex), soft sex, cunnilingus, teasing, choking, marking kink, multiple orgasms, soft dom!Tony, creampie, overstimulation, slight possessive/ownership kink if you squint.

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Your eyes, heavy with sleep, slowly flutter open as the first rays of morning light begin to flood your bedroom. Skin next to skin, your bare legs are entangled with your husband's as his arm is hung lazily over the curve in your side. A soft smile pulling on your face, you pull the blankets tighter around you, snuggling backwards into Tony's body. "Mmm, morning, my love." He murmurs, voice heavy with sleep as he pulls your body tighter against him. A soft chuckle escapes you as you reply. "Morning, baby." His lips, warm and tender, place a kiss on your shoulder.

A soft gasp escapes you as Tony's hand, light and tender, trails over the sensitive skin of your stomach, toying with the waistband of your shorts. "Tony-?" You question as his hand begins to teasingly slide under your shorts. A chuckle escapes him that goes straight from your ears to your core, his morning voice thick and deep. "Let me make you feel good, darling." He murmurs, you were too sleep-filled to even argue that in the slightest. A smile pulling at the corner of your lips, he pulls your body closer against him with one hand, the other dipping under the waistband of your panties. Teasingly, his fingers lightly dance over your pelvis, and inner thigh. Always so close to where you want him but never getting that excitement.

"Tony-." You breathe, as he chuckles, trailing kisses down your skin. Dipping his fingers further down, he begins to run a single digit through your folds, collecting your sweet morning arousal. Swirling his finger around your clit a few times, he pulls his hand back out of your shorts, bringing it to his mouth. A deep groan vibrates through his throat upon tasting you. Sliding his arm out from under your head, he positions himself between your legs, kissing the bare skin on your stomach where your singlet had ridden up. His hair, messy and tousled from sleep, only aids Tony's appearance, your core burning with desire for him as he trails your shorts down your legs. Your panties quickly follow as he begins to place gentle, teasing kisses from your knee up your inner thigh.

Flattening his tongue, your body shudders with anticipation as he licks a line up where your thigh meets your aching arousal. A smirk is evident on his face as he places a gentle trace of a kiss on your sensitive mound, your hand winding in his hair as he does. You can see Tony's self-restraint as he continues to tease you, each faint kiss, every movement of his fingers dancing over your skin. Your eyes flutter shut as he gently sucks your clit into your mouth, letting your head fall back with parted lips. The drowsy feeling through your body made each movement of his lips feel like heaven on your sensitive mound. A soft moan escapes you as he places another faint kiss on your inner thigh.

"Look at you, my darling. Already moaning for me and I've barely touched you." His smirk is evident in his tone, knowing exactly how your body reacts to him. Your eyes shooting open, you send him a strained look of annoyance as you struggle to keep a grin from pulling at your lips. A pleasured shiver runs down your spine as he gently nips at your inner thigh, running his tongue over the teeth indents, reds and hues begin to form a painting on your pale skin. "Watch your attitude darling, you know what happens to brats." He looks up your body, an entertained grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Now let me enjoy my breakfast." He murmurs before diving his head forward, licking a long stripe up your slit, letting the tip of his tongue flick your clit as he does. "Oh Tony…" You breathe, your hand tightening its grip in his hair as your body shivers in long-anticipated pleasure.

Hearing his name fall off your lips is the breaking straw for his self-restraint. His hands grab onto your hips, holding you tightly in place as he devours you with a seemingly undying hunger. Your core twists in pleasure as he sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking over the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. Lips slightly parted, your head falls back onto the pillows as your back arches towards him, begging for more. Swiping his tongue side to side over your folds, your legs begin to subtly twitch on his shoulders as he gently flicks past your clit. His tongue circles over your entrance, his nose so precisely placed as it rubs over your clit with each movement of his head. Tony has always been able to read your body like the back of your hand, making you feel things that no one else could even dream of doing. The drowsiness in your veins makes the intense pleasure the only thing you can focus on.

A string of curses exits your mouth in a breathy moan as he groans against your heat. "If you keep making those heavenly noises, I won't be able to stop myself from taking you here and now." He growls, his grip tightening on your hips as your body squirms in pleasure beneath him. "Please don't stop yourself. I need you." You breathe, your legs twitching on his shoulders. His eyes flick up your body, pupils dilating in his desire. He pushes himself up onto his knees, revealing the strained tent in his boxers. Pulling them down, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. Feeling him, warm and firm inside you, is the most delicious feeling. He stretches your walls around him, a shuddered groan escaping him as you clench around him. Allowing you a couple of slow thrusts to get used to the size, he brings your legs over his shoulder. The new position adds extra depth, your eyes rolling back in your head as he bucks his hips firmly into you.

It only takes a few thrusts before you are sent spiralling off the edge, your body convulsing in pleasure as his name falls off your lips in a breathy moan. A strained groan escapes him as your walls clench around him. Your legs still on his shoulders, he leans over you, pressing his lips to yours as he rubs against your sweet spot with each precise thrust. Still light-headed from your release, the overwhelming pleasure brings your second high around almost instantaneously. "Fuck, Tony don't stop." You breathe, stars flooding your vision. A low growl emits from his throat as one hand trails down to cup your breast. "I couldn't even if I wanted to, love." He groans, his hips bucking into you with extreme precision. Each thrust sends you spiralling into delicious waves of pleasure as he rubs against the spongy flesh inside you.

His mouth finds the sensitive skin at the base of your neck, gently nibbling before sucking it between his teeth as you tilt your head to allow him more access. Moans are freely escaping you as he increases his pace, pushing your body closer to the headboard with each deep thrust. "Fuck, Tony!" You scream, your body still sensitive as another wave of ecstasy floods your veins. Breathless and dizzy, the only word you can think of is his name. His hand moves from your breast to your throat, gently squeezing the veins in the side of your neck. "God you're beautiful." He breathes, crashing his lips onto yours as his thrusts start getting sloppier, his grip slowly tightening on your neck as his release gets closer. Leaning back up, his free hand trails down your body, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing over your clit. "Tony-." You begin to protest, still so over-stimulated.

"One more darling, I'm so close." He groans, breathing heavy as his hips buck into you at a pace that can only be described as brutal. The stimulation with his thumb sends you toppling over the edge yet again, your walls squeezing around him as his hips stall inside you. Releasing his grip from your throat, he leans forward to crash his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as he continues his ministrations on your clit. Ropes of his hot release coat your inner walls as he groans into the kiss, your body shaking underneath him. Slowing down his pace, he helps your ride out your high, your head deep in subspace as light-headed ecstasy throbs through your veins. He places a gentle kiss to your cheek as he gently pulls his softening member from inside you. His thumb rubs over the darkened hickey spreading over your neck, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Oops."

A breathless laugh escapes you, your chest rising and falling heavily as you try to regain your breath. "Oh don't pretend like you didn't mean to do that." He grins, giving you a wink as he rolls to the side of you, pulling you to close to him. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. As long as everyone knows your mine." A throb floods your core at the last sentence. His. "Yours and no one else's, love." You confirm, placing your lips to his arm which had once again curled around your body.

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