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Honestly I don't care anymore if people wanna bitch about HH and HB. Just keep it out of the main tags, alright? Know your audience.
#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#vivziepop#if you put in the main tags I am legally allowed to roast your takes#I don't care if you make one or two posts saying you don't like it#but if they take up a MAJORITY of your blog?#AND you have the AUDACITY to put that shit on the main tags????#I am going to hunt you for sport
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Thrill of the Chase: Rip Wheeler x Reader (NSFW)
Tagging @kmc1989
Rip knows a horse thief when he sees one, especially when sheâs riding John Duttonâs favourite mare, Starbuck. When he sees you up on the pasture astride the horse, he canât believe the fucking audacity of it.
Most wranglers will wait until after dark, try and shuffle the horse into a truck but you, your brazen. Itâs like you just climbed up on the damn thing and took it for a ride.
Rip wonât stand for it.
Heâs after you in an instant, his heels digging into Marloweâs sides as he spurs on the stallion. You see him coming, its impossible not to when youâre on top of that hill. You turn tail, run but Rip, heâs always been about the chase, heâll dog you until the ends of the earth if you make him.
It takes him a couple of minutes to realise youâre fucking with him, when he starts to catch up you suddenly pull ahead, when he falls back too far you slow it down. Itâs a game to you and it riles Rip, sends a flush of rage and adrenaline through his body.
Heâs going to catch you, thereâs no doubt in his mind because what you donât know is that that horse has a stiff leg, it doesnât go the distance. Thatâs why Starbuck was in that stall all alone, waiting for the vetâs assessment.
When he cuts you off, itâs by the stream that winds through the furthest meadow. His stallion darts in front of yours and Starbuck rears almost throwing you. Itâs by the grace of God you remain in the saddle. Youâre off the horse in an instant and so is he.
He doesnât realise how pretty you are until youâre in his face, cussing him out, shoving him. You have quite the mouth on you too, heâs surprised God doesnât strike you down where you stand.
He grabs you under the arms, drawing you close against his body to stop you from hurting him and thatâs when it happens, thatâs when he feels that spark, and that spark it starts a fire. He knows you feel it too because suddenly your fingers are gripping his shirt and instead of hitting him, youâre kissing him.
It turns into a wildfire, raw, passionate and all consuming. He doesnât know how he ends up pants down in the grass, fucking you but being inside you, itâs like nothing else heâs ever experienced.
Itâs when he tugs your braid loose that he realises just how much you like your hair being pulled, so he yanks it a little harder and you make the sweetest fucking noise as you come on his cock. It doesnât take him long after that, a few more thrusts and heâs coming with you, his mouth covering yours, drinking down your pleasure.
He thinks he dozes off in the aftermath, the warmth of your body pressed against his in the midst of spring. Heâs drowsy, sated, relaxed, the sun high in the sky above him, the scent of the earth surrounding him.
The next thing he knows heâs waking up to the sound of galloping hooves. When he raises his head, he sees you riding away on his stallion Marlowe, leaving him with a lame horse and his dick in the wind.
He slams his head back into the ground and stares up at the cloudless sky.
His curse has always been to love wild women.
He trudges back to the stables with Starbuck in tow, his jeans grass stained and fury he hasnât felt in a long time. The others must see the darkness in his expression because they donât question the fact it looks like heâs taken a tumble. When he puts Starbuck back in her stall, heâs surprised to find Marlowe back in his, chomping on a bundle of fresh hay.
âHi boy,â He says softly, his palm running over the stallionâs nose. âI didnât think I was going to see you again.â
Thatâs the part that hurt, the idea he wouldnât get to see Marlowe again. The two of them have been partners in crime ever since he started at Yellowstone.
When he steps inside the main house to tell John thereâs a thief in their midst heâs surprised to find you sitting pretty on the couch, sipping from a mug of tea. Youâve re-braided your hair and when you look at him, itâs as if you havenât just fucked the shit out of each other up on the pasture.
âRip.â John greets him as he turns in his seat. âImogen was just telling me about Starbuck.â
âThe old girl just needed a little run, sheâd been cooped up in the stable too long, thatâs what was causing her stiffness.â You say as you set the cup down on the coffee table in front of you. You raise to your feet, holding out your hand to take his. âIâm the new vet, my friends call me Jen.â
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can't get rid of me , fushiguro toji series
| overview |
never date a criminal for the thrill, especially a cheating bum like him. you've forgiven toji one too many times, so many red flags you didn't see, like him stealing your surname and divorcing you right after. the birth of your son, megumi, was the last straw, except he was the one that left you. he's a liar, a cheater, a deadbeat, a misogynist... there's so much more you want to say. did you still cry? yes. did it still break you? yes. six years passed, and somewhere in that time, you saw on the news that he got caught. good for him. but not good for you, because once that prison got a hold of your house number, and then your mobile phone number, they were calling you nonstop. apparently, said cheating bum misses you. really misses you.
| content warning |
cheating, profanity, smoking, crime, mentions of murder and violence, pregnancy, angst, suggestive themes once or twice (no smut!), toxic ex toji, toji honestly just wants some love, nothing that's too off from what happened in the manga/anime except you're "mamaguro" (dont wanna get mixed up with surnames), and his ways of living never changed for the better, may or may not get fluffy as this progresses, nothing violence/crime related is explicitly described
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fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, kong shiu
feel free to hide this tag â #cgrom ŕ¨ŕ§ â if you wanna hide this!
prologue: before the storm
you're desperate. seeing the only man you've loved in your life walking away from you was making you desperate. you try you best to keep up with his long strides, attempting to grab at his shirt, only to be just out of reach. "tojiâ"
"i already told you, whatever's in your stomach, it's not mine." that hurt, those words. it hurts each time he says them.
you speed up and get in front him, to block him away from the only exit. "i haven't been with anyone but you!" you plead. useless, really. "you can't just stand here at tell me it's not yours, toji. this is our son!"
"your son now. you should stay away if you know what's good for you." with ease, he pushes past you, his deep voice rumbling through your veins and making you... dizzy. are you this attached to the point it's driving your body insane? "got too much debt to pay for another needy clone like you."
the one time he willingly turns to you, is when he drops the keys, your keys, on the floor. "keep the place, though it's under your name anyways." and he has the audacity to laugh in your face. indeed it is under your name, because this guy who actually has a "job" refuses to pay for shit, living around for free.
the door slams shut.
you don't doubt he was sleeping elsewhere most nights. who knows who that guy was messing with? now you've only got yourself to deal with... and a plus one.
table of contents
i. a strong legacy to be left behind
you've been muting your phone over and over again the entire week, and it's stressing you out. what's worse is bills are due in a weeks time, you haven't eaten in ages, megumi's elementary school is putting pressure on you, and you're running out of your beloved cigarettes. how many times will you have to come clean to your six year old son to try and make him understand?
ii. sent straight from... hell, with a cigarette in hand
you snuck out at night. you're desperate with any sort of relief, but being a "good" mother comes at its cost. coincidentally, your lighter went out just before your cigarette could light. lucky. as if it was meant toâ or orchestrated to happen, there's a man next to you that just so happens to have a light. talking to strangers isn't so risky... or that's what you think, at least.
iii. shopping spree with a stranger's card
talking to strangers really isn't risky! especially when they're loaded with money. not a single time did you have the temptation to fill your carts with the finest luxury, or items that have been on your wishlist for ages. no, not at all. all you asked for was some help with your bills, and to let megumi get whatever he wants.
iv. a jealous ex
not this bum again... it's been six years, why can't he get over you? to your dismay, his personality has become ten times more potent, which means ten times more snarky, sarcastic and smart-mouthed, and ten times more that you're this close to wanting to rip your ears out. just this once, you'll hear him out. no way he still thinks you'll take him back in a heartbeat; he knows you're not that dumb.
v. ???
tba...
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lip gloss, lil mama.
INCLUDES ! sero hanta, katsuki bakugo, mirio togata, hitoshi shinsou and hawks x black!reader
GENRE ! fluff
SYNOPSIS ! only after you apply lip gloss, do they wanna kiss from you or, the boys actively mess up your lip gloss !
WARNINGS ! before the war arc, highschoolers are still in highschool, cursing, def self-indulgent on shinsou's part, lemme know if i missed anything!
WORD COUNT ! 1.4k+
A/N ! this is an old request from my deleted account but it's a favorite of mine đ¤ original request look like this -> âhead cannons of Y/N applying a coat of lip gloss on in her room or with her friends and suddenly Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, Sero, and Mirio barging in like âMy lip gloss senses are tinglingâ and Y/Nâs like âAht Aht! I just put this coat on, stay back!â Sheâs just struggling to keep these fools from kissing her and ruining her lip gloss. It donât matter if she running, struggling, or dodging they kisses (they ruin it with kisses anyways smh)â
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â âžââşâđ¸â§ SERO HANTA !
this mofo is the most annoying lil tease ever
the minute you pull out your lip gloss, all of sudden you have his undivided attention
letâs say you were at your desk and he was on the bed on his phone, not paying you any mind
you check to see if he is watching you and luckily he isnât so you proceed to put it on
and if I know black women as well as I think I do, considering I am one you put a good amount of that bitch; lips all shiny and shit dripping diamondsÂ
but halfway through, you look up and this motherfucker is staring right back at you
he done sat all the way up, resting on his knees and waiting on you to finishÂ
he has the audacity to smile when you make eye contact annoying lil shit, even to start giggle when you glare back at himÂ
heâs the type to let you finish, put the cap on, put the lip gloss away and then swoop in and fuck it all upÂ
i can not tell you how angry i am right now
âwhat? got something to say, baby?â ânigga, fuck you.âÂ
Itâs war that you never win unless you know for sure that he is unaware
newsflash: that shit never happens either
you don't even have the option of running unless you ready to be taped to the floor
all he gotta do is whip some out and boom! ya ass is grass!
as soon as you put the lip gloss down, he casually walks over, grabs your cheeks and smashes his lips straight into yours before calmly going to sit back down
lil fucker doesnât even bother wiping it off for a while either
âthanks for sharing, my love.â fuck this nigga bro
but itâs not like you can argue as much, his kisses are so sweet and if you ever wanted a kiss, just put on some lip gloss; win-win when intentional
plus, all the shawties want this man (can't blame them) so lowkey the lip gloss smears let them bitches know he not single !
â âžââşâđđŤ¨â§ MIRIO TOGATA !
as soon as he knows that your about to put some on- heâs there, boi can sense it through the walls and shit
he just knows and now that he does, he will stop at nothing to get to youÂ
even if you successfully get far away to put it on and have it on for a couple of minutes, the second you are in his line of sight itâs overÂ
running away is like an unfair game of tag, that bitch cheats
his quirk makes it so easy to get to you and the lil gremlin is so fucking fast (although class 1-a praises your ability to get as far as you did)Â
âsunshine~ !â âaht, go play with tamaki or some shit! i just put this on!â âno can do, sunshine!âÂ
once heâs got you in a pretty tight hold, he grabs your face and messily kisses you and wipes the extra lip gloss off
He then nuzzles into your neck and places kisses there, asking for forgivenessÂ
âAww come on, sunshine! You know I canât resist and plus you can just put more on later!â mirio, lemme go before i slap up upside the head. i can't stand you.â âthatâs why youâre sitting in my lap!â âLET ME GO-â
heâs a big ole ball of happiness and just laughs at your frustration, knowing that you canât stay mad forever (brat knows you love him too much)Â Â
â âžââşâđŞśđŞ˝â§ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !
he comes out of no where and he knows what you doing, shawty
and when he does, one by one, little feathers start filtering into the room, circling around youÂ
little by little, you start to see the feathers around the vanity you're sitting at
one look in the mirror and you see him standing by the doorway with that sly as smirk ouu i could smack him
ââŚkeigo tamaki.â âyes, dove?â â you betta get yo feathers outta here, boyâ âaw but i think they like you~â
cornball ass niggaÂ
ofc he doesn't move from his position and neither do his feathers- and don't bother trying to drag it out either, he's been a hero for too long to not know the waiting game
once youâre finished, the feathers stop circling around and just stop in the air, waiting for yo ass to move.
you can try to look for a way out but you not succeeding, them feathers are acting like a barrier, moving when you move and the one controlling them is cheesing like an idiotÂ
âkeigo, baby, come on. i just put this on.â âyeah well, you can just put more on later- i'll even buy you more.â â...bird brain.â âi love you too~â
fortunately, heâs much more neater than the others but that just means heâs taking everything with him when he moves away
and ofc you can't move until all the feathers back off, one wrong move and they will swarm you honey (im telling you the one controlling them don't know how to fucking act)
when the feathers are gone, is when you finally get some hits in
âGOD DAMN IT, KEIGO! THATâS THE FOURTH TIME TODAY, NIGGA!!â âaww come on, dove! itâs fun to tease you like this!â
heâs laughing so loudly and having such a good time that you pipe down and admit defeat for the fourth time that day (he's beautiful when he's happy so just let it go stink)Â
â âžââşâđ§¨đ˘â§ KATSUKI BAKUGO !
THIS NIGGA BRO
HE DOESNT EVEN LET YOU PUT IT ON PROPERLY BEFORE HE SWOOPS IN MESSES IT UP
itâs absolutely futile to run from him, heâll get way too excited and start chasing you down like some animal
âwhatcha got there, huh?â âAHT! go on somewhere, bakugo! go mind yo business!âÂ
he just loves fucking with you and making you angry, it's his favorite past time
it's just you two running all through the dorms, jumping over tables and couches, ducking between people, screaming at the top of your lungs, causing chaos and giving iida a heart attack
once Bakugo has caught you because he will and throws you over his shoulder like a bag of fucking potatoes wit his rude ass, he treks all the back to his dorm and proceeds to literally smash his lips into yoursÂ
after he's done with his short tyranny, he just play-fights you as you try to hit him, smiling like he won the lottery Â
âWHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!â âSTOP YELLING, DUMBASS!! ITâS NOT THE END OF WORLD AND PLUS YOU GOT MORE!!â âTHAT IS NOT THE POINT, NIGGA!!âÂ
after a while he kinda forces cuddles upon you until you not angry anymore and it's hard to be when he starts rubbing ya back and sides, pulling you into his chest
do not get it twisted. he does it on purpose b/c he knows that it's real soothing- damn near his tactic every time he does this doesn't stop it from feeling good tho
eventually and as planned, it ends in y'all taking a nap after running around the dorm god knows how many times
âbakugo, iâm still upset witchu nigga.â âno youâre not, now go to sleepâ
â âžââşâđââŹđ⧠HITOSHI SHINSOU !
ouuuu new contender !
he is the most excited you have ever seen him
the moment you even pull out the lil clear tube of gloss, he's right behind you waiting with a small smile
anyone looking from afar would think it's just a bf looking at his gf reapplying her lip gloss vv lovingly...little do they know
that man is waiting behind you with a damn vengeance and best believe you not even getting far this is time i remind you who his teacher is: AIZAWA !!
"toshi?" "...yes, pretty?" "i swear if you mess up my gloss, we gon have some problems." "what are you talking about? i would never do such a thing." liar.
the moment your compact mirror closes shut is the exact same moment he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close
and he does the whole works: arm around your waist, that hand rubbing your lower back, one hand holding your face as his thumb rubs against the top of your cheekbone while gently getting you to look up at him you guys im being very self indulgent with this
he's just so soft and so so so cute when his lil smirk that when he does kiss you, he doesn't take all of it off, just a lil bit !
he chuckles when he backs away, using his thumb to wipe away any that might have smeared
AND THEN PROCEEDS TO WALK AWAY
"...i hope aizawa whoop yo ass during training today." "ouch, that hurts pretty. it's too bad i'd do it again as long as i get to kiss you." fuck this nigga bro
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Let me start by saying I love femslash and have a few favorite F/F ships myself, and *most* femslash fans are not who I'm talking about with this.
But there really is a certain contingent (not all, not even the majority) of femslash shippers who feel personally victimized when M/M ships have the audacity to exist. Sometimes they'll get mad at authors for only mentioning a female pairing as a background reference (and tagging "background [ship]" as appropriate or clarifying in the description that it's a minor appearance, I know it's annoying to see it clogging the main tags, but I have literally seen people effectively complain that the author hasn't written an entire fic of their favorite pairing when they have done their due diligence to properly label their work) when it's like... dude, do you not want me to put them in there at all? I could just omit them entirely if you want, although the story would probably lose something for it. because no matter what, I'm gonna keep writing my favorite M/M pairing, and I might give background shoutouts to other pairings I also hc even if I don't really have a complete story idea just for them.
it's like these people think writing is just a product that can/should be churned out to meet some kind of market need (for free! on a fanfic archive!) and not just an idea that strikes someone that they choose to write about for the joy of it alone. My brain worms just didn't tell me to write femslash, idk what to tell you. If you have a story you need to read, the best way to make that happen is to write it. Sorry if you feel like that's too hard and you need other people to do it or something, but all it takes is practice, and it's not my job to write your stories for you - do it yourself. M/M authors didn't choose for femslash to be underrepresented. We didn't do that. We didn't create systemic lesbophobia, and honestly, I think straight up having lesbian relationships in our stories is the least complicit we could possibly be without directly writing lesbian-centric fic. We're literally just vibing. Us (e.g. gay/mlm authors such as myself) telling our own stories is not hurting anyone even if those stories are well-represented already.
TL;DR representation discourse is kind of stupid when it involves shitting on other marginalized communities for not being you.
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Dreamling Nonsense Masterpost
Looking for a fic? For a shit post? For a long winded au thread? Playlists? Got it here. Keeping it Dreamling for now until I really have the time to scour through my various fandom posts to collect the Big Hits.
Audacity in Human Form: E. main WIP. A post season 1 "let's see these two figure their shit out" exploration that's best described as two character studies stacked inside of a fanfic shaped coat. My main tagline for it is "it isn't unrequited, Dream just needs therapy." The fic exploring how the two weirdos I have in my head got together.
Fics/Tumblr Ficlets
"Audacity in Human Form" Series
Not exactly a structured chronological series. I have a pretty set version of my Dream and Hob in the canon!universe, so all the fics I write of them are just the same two dolls I'm bumping together in the same sandbox. They can be read in any order or separately, but there are characterization threads and things mentioned that tie them all together. I like to think that put together they can give fun context or more depth to each other :)
I'm less into Big Plots and more into just having fun bumping these dolls together and playing with how they interact!
It's a WIP and I write slow, as my job takes a lot of mental bandwidth.
(Other fics in the same series can be read even while the first isn't done! They don't really spoil much except for the fact that they do end up together. But of course they are.)
In Which Hob, a Shitty Wizard, Meets a Supposed Demon: Gen. Drabble ficlet on Tumblr as I start exploring my Shit-wizard Hob AU. More of a rough draft concept fic
Obviously: E. smut prompt fill one-shot. PWP. Dream is a needy eldritch pissbaby and also violently romantic. Hob scruffs him for some much needed gentle domming.
This Isn't the Trope: Teen. Lots of cussing. Johanna is agressively investigating an immortal man, Hob is looking forward to being dramatically rescued by his hot supernatural boyfriend. No one but Morpheus has a good time.
OTHER FICS/DRABBLES
Audacity in Human Form related posts (esp the ones that broke containment)
"Oysters have nightmares like this"
"Jokes on you, you're into that shit"
Hob: "no. Shut up. I'm talking now."
Characterization Notes aka: I'm gonna start bullying Morpheus
Other mutterings about writing or snippets are under the tags "#my fic" and "#audacity in human form"
AU Cooking:
I'm honestly better at coming up with every single detail for an AU without actually writing the fic, but I like playing in the sandbox and other people seem to have fun with them too :)
Human!AU. There are kinda two versions of this that I'm starting to meld together.
Red Flags AU post: Hob is hired to be the party ruining messy boyfriend, but cannot begin to compete with the insanity that is the Endless family and the Hot Mess Express Morpheus, who hired him. They fall in love instantly. "Why would I fix him??? He's perfect."
Red Flags AU 2: slight deviation from the OG where everything is the same, except Morpheus' messy friend Johanna accidentally introduces them and instantly regrets it. She did not anticipate Hob reacting to Morpheus' red flags like a charging bull.
Assorted Human!Morpheus facts
Shit-wizard Hob AU: where Hob is still immortal, except Death is his Endless buddy. He first meets Morpheus when trying to take up occultism at Fawney Rig (he's bad at it but is gonna stick around now. For reasons.)
Meta-ish Shitposting:
Hob meets Thessaly. Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" starts playing ominously in the distance when she doesn't appreciate how much of a needy clingy freak Morpheus is.
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Spotify Playlists:
I process Blorbo feelings with hyper specific playlists. Putting Dreamling and other fandom ones here bc I guess it's about time I share more of them
Audacity in Human Form PL: 1h33m fic specific. Set up to alternate Dream/Hob POV. Blatant "2012 fandom brain" indulgence in here.
Hot Mess Endless Express: 1hr45m the general Dream playlist. Not ship specific, all romantic songs are how I just see him in any relationship. Mostly serious, except when it isn't but especially when it isnt
The Devil of Fawney Rig: the playlist I imagine goes in Dreams head when he's stuck in a fishbowl and horny for revenge. Made with the shit-wizard Hob AU in mind
Newton Goes Kaiju All Over Everybody's Ass: 1hr it really is too bad that there was never a second Pacific Rim movie but wow isn't Dark!Geiszler a great concept? đ
EDDIE I MADE A PLAYLIST EDDIE: 44m Venom made a playlist for Eddie, isn't that nice?
Mountain Son: 1h30m Bagginshield Thorin feelings ahoy. Made with Mahrâna in mind.
The Bacchae: 1h. The soundtrack for the dream production of the Bacchae in my head. Meant to follow the progression of the play
The Huntress and the Maenad: 1h30m insane sapphic bitch in the woods solidarity
Mysteries: 7+hours!!!!!! The ongoing playlist for joining the cult of Dionysus and eating a billionaire in the woods
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is that a yanfei pfp omg, my inner and outer yanfei main loves you oh oh oh and and and also screw that dumbass ask this anon sent about yuuka THEY ARE SO INCORRECT GRRR "y'all only like yuuka because she is a girl!1!1!1!1!1!1!"
yeah no fucking shit so many of us like her because it solidifies the place of fem!yuus in the twstverse and stops dumbass people saying "hmph. its a MALE ONLY COLLEGE why do you have a female OC?? Just make a male OC???" (obviously not every person is like this and we should still appreciate masc OCs they matter just as much mwah) but we should denounce people who are so close minded.
like mannnnn that ask made me so annoyed but your response literally summarised everything i would've wanted to put into words but a bit less violent. the audacity they had to send in that dumbass ask smh like damn bitch let people enjoy a new character? so what if it's fem!yuu? like this is one of the times twst isn't being problematic but nah people still gotta have a problem with this and not the other issues (cough cough "Monsieur pyramid" cough cough)
also yuuken was actually pretty hyped up intially did that anon just sleep through an entire period of twst tumblr fandom lmao. i remember people writing so many fics and i haven't seen anyone say jack shit but the moment it's yuuka its "Nooo you're gonna project onto her waaaah!" like pls stfu we are literally just excited for a new character joining our silly fandom and becoming the subject of either a) unimaginable fluff or b) unimaginable angst smh /j
im sorry for taking my silly anger out in your askbox (ofc none of that is directed at you cause you wrote a bomb ass response to them and honestly you really put them in their place!) but that ask just annoyed me so mf much and i been thinking over my anger of it for a day and a half now
love your fics btw I get so mf excited when you post EJFHHEJD I hope you're having a lovely day mwah mwah, feel free to ignore this ask too no pressure đ
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NO BECAUSE I HELD MYSELF BACK, I say a lot of shit when I'm mad so it's better I hold myself back in these scenarios. But that's true, like search the Yuuken x reader tag and you'll find a sum of fanfic's, if you go to the yuuka x reader tag.. It's just me!
Sure Yuuka's hyped up, but like you said a decent chunk of it was due to the fact that her existence makes it so no one can attack fem oc's. And yeah a whole other part of the fandom simped for her, but you have got to understand that majority of the twisted wonderland fandom from my experience is homosexual.
Like I know a decent few lesbians, who write twst fanfic, so it's like not much of a shock that people simp for her a lot. And anon has to realize that fanfiction was created so you can self insert yourself in a scenario.
Like making that comment on a fanfic blog, was really fucking stupid ngl. And it seemed misogynistic from my perspective, ngl. I didn't say it because in my humble opinion that might've been "taking it too far"
Anyways, thank you for sharing your opinion, (And it's ok to rant to me as long as your not being rude abt anything) AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY WORK <3 And abt Yanfei, I've been growing her! I may main her one she gets to lvl 90!
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god i hate dragons so much tell me WHY some fuckin massive ass shadow swooped down, grabbed me, and hauled me several miles away from my forest to plop me in a giant lair full of gold. what the fuck.
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MAYBE YOU SHOULDNâT HAVE BEEN IN MY TERRITORY THEN ????
#and then you have the audacity to call dragons greedy in your tags. iâm so tired of mammals bro đđ
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been watching these two cats duke it out for the past half hour rn
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LMFAO they just noticed me above them get fucked flightless nerds
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wait why are they coming closer.
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SHIT
#lol #lmfao even
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are we ever going to talk about the BLATANT anti-prey animals prejudice on this hellsite?? i just saw @wulfbloodd post another fuckin essay about how much it wants to hunt like there arenât prey animals that easily can be triggered by that shit.
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agree. itâs so disgusting to see. at least put a trigger warning or something
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read my dni you cunts
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I DONT FOLLOW YOU
#you post your shit in the main nonhuman tags i hate it here
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im running out of marine animal jokes to make. a shrimpâŚ. rice. fried
#is this anything
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Nonhuman drama is so boring compared to what we COULD have. We should make up the drama our species would have on Tumblr. I wanna read a post from a dragon about how assigning greed to their species just for hoarding things is anti-dragon. I wanna hear what birds think about animals that can't fly. I wanna read a callout post about predators co-written by multiple prey species and a second callout post from the predators' perspective.
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FHE JUSTIN BIEBER GIF CRYINNGGGGGG LAMAOAOAOAOAO im assuming its the sae oaeu cooking rn
LMAOSOA YOUR POST trust I take all of your ramblings as rewards your brain is fr so big all of these fire ideas >>>>> ok but the pokemon au is so goodâŚextraordinaryâŚ.exquisiteâŚ.remarkable (if youâve watched as much pokemon as i have youâll probably get this but if not just take it at face value) the Barou sibling angst is actually my fav
LMAOO YOUR MOM AND HER BROTHER THATS SO ACCURATE
ISAGIS HAIR I feel bad for his hair and his hair alone they always weirdly slick it back or comb it up and he looks like a middle aged man
IM CRYING âI cry but because I have to deal with his shitâ LMFAOOO yuki fr tweaking atp or repeatedly saying his mantra in his head trying to keep his sanity like âgod never gives us more than we can handle god never gives up more than we can handle god never-â
LMAAOA NO IT MAKES SENSE my brain just grouped up the letters that way that I had to double take ok so weâve had kaneshiro possesses Mira moment and we get canon characterization of kiyora itâs time to freaky Friday reverse you should take over kaneshiro and write bllk i fr wish Karasu actually scored more literally my exact thoughts like âARE YOU A STRIKER???â Channeling my inner egoâŚ..but agreed glad he still at least has SOME presence and is consistently shown active in game
Bro kurona was so randomâŚlike with epinagi and s2 you can see them sneakily trying to add him in the bg cameoing to make him feel relevant but he fr was dropped out of nowhere like wdym the one who ranked fourth in second selection who weâve never even seen a glimpse of and didnât do anything in u20 is suddenly good friends with Isagi and others and gets field time HUH his first appearance is quite literally in BM when heâs holding the iPad showing Isagi Kunigami new stats (yk itâs bad when I rmr this info off the top of my head) something about the wording âusing religion and blindnessâ has me laughing so hard LMAOOOO itâs giving that one meme âIâve got the power of god and anime on my sideâ except itâs god and optic neuropathy UAHSHSHA ok but on a serious note that fr would go so hard like letâs expand on his character pleaseâŚ.id honestly love to see more of him as he was shown in the LN because nel yuki is SO diff than what he actually seems to be based off the LN but anywaysâŚ
Kunigami being the main rival makes sm sense tbh when I first read I thought he WAS going to be the main rival but no itâs Kaiser igâŚ.wait the morally greyness of wildcard being discussed would fr be so interestingâŚ..guysâŚ.also ness is one of my least fav characters tbh so slander him all you want LMAOO gotta agree w some dudebros heâs fr a Kaiser glazer youâre fr cooking thoughâŚ.we gotta get you in touch with kaneshiro asap
LMAO REAL I also (clearly) enjoy bllk quite a bit but yes many things to be improvedâŚsometimes I think to myself if only I was an Isagi Rin or Kaiser stan Iâd be having the time of my life but alas we cannot be MEDIOCRE
Wait the terminally ill route fits his character frâŚ.where heâd be unwilling to tell his family about it because he wants to strive to be the best despite it and wonât settle for a comfy lifeâŚI can also see him getting murdered though LOL either way Iâm sure itâll be good (even though heâs dying oops)
Yeah I lowk forgot people who have such audacity exist the Tullia hate kinda insane and just generally when people comment âheâs mine [chafacter] better get away from my manâ ICK imagine in the tags you just put every reader pairing possible as a jic disclaimer like âreader and Tullia talk to men so beware!â
I always found the rival characters so funny like why are you jumping me when Iâm trying to get to the next city no I donât wanna battle you rn LMAOO itâs funny in how like every version you end up teaming up and double battling the villain team somehow but the way they come and go was always so funny to me
When you first said may I thought you meant May from pokemon but now I realizeâŚanyways love Tullia sooo glad to have her alive!!
LMAOOOO Lowk I had a subconscious thought like galvanthla interesting choice (i personally collected joltiks bc they looked cute LMFAO) Isagi the most basic of basics so an all basic team is perfect for him LOL I mean hey you gotta have an op basic pokemon somewhere right I already consider infernape relatively more niche amongst most popular pokemon too LOL
Otoya using his pokemon as chick magnets is so real LMAOO I wanna analyze the breloom yuki vibe like why does it work so well
Nagi fr got the short end of the stick omg LMAOO ofc it had to be a fire type too for once thank you reo for spoiling him HSHSH
SHSHSBD THATS TOO CUTE I bet chigiri would take sm time grooming and caring for his rapidash too (in line with what we talked about for his hair and skin LOL) sometimes I forget you make money from battling LMAOOO like yeah I just beat your pokemon up now hand me my check
REAL BUT LMAOOO the light blue team never fails for him honestly when in doubt just match the hair color I can definitely see him genuinely having an aurorus and ice types though maybe heâs like (I like them calm and cold unlike my parents) hiori running a fossil pokemon conservation wait id never thought of that thatâs also so realâŚ.atp this should just be an expanded universe that exists time to world build (on that note imagine Aryu grooms and styles pokemon for coordinators and especially furfrou, I forgot exact which gen you were into pkmn until oops Iâll elaborate if you didnât get to kalos/xyz)
LMAOOOOO i was already linking up aiku and Brock the moment you brought him in lowk that interaction set up you have is so pkmn verse coded its great
I SECOND THAT if no other inspo comes out lowk pokemon auâŚ.guysâŚ..also Noel noa being the actual champion while reos dad just holds the title is actually such an interesting dynamic and would work so well
SHSHS sounds like youâve got it all down still praying for your safety though all those experiences in one lifetime is crazy
HAHAHA I LOVE THE CHATTER reading the convo responses brings me just as much joy as reading ur actual fics im always down for yap sessions
- Karasu anon
LMAOOO thatâs just me irl tbh like i hope thatâs what you picture when you think of me 𤊠surprisingly it wasnât in reference to the oaeu!! someone had just posted that they wished there were more otoya fics because theyâve read all of them already and i was like âjust workingâŚworking hard to please youâ because i am an occasional otoya writer for sure
OMG MR REMARKABLE (i forget if he had an actual name KFNSJSN my brother and i always just called him mr remarkable heâs like that elderly man who has a tv show or smth right??) and HAHA tyyyy đĽš
maybe they do it like that to distinguish him from rin or smth?? idk but itâs specifically only isagi who gets the horrendous hairdos they donât give ANYONE else that treatment đ i fr feel bad for the guy even though idgaf abt himâŚ
bllk karasuâs like âcan we switch placesâ because a universe where otoyaâs not as much of a dumbass AND he has the chance to rizz up reader is the universe for him (he def is so pressed that hollyhock karasu never made any moves LMAOOO âwdym you lost her to OTOYAâ and hollyhock karasu is like âi never wanted her in the first place đ¤â so bllk karasu is like âWHATâ)
HAHAHA possessed by kaneshiro fr i felt his energy flowing through me in that moment đ someone needs to get me on the phone with him like idk much about soccer BUT i can definitely cook in terms of characters and plot!!
I REMEMBER WHEN KURONA FIRST SHOWED UP I HAD TO REREAD THE CHAPTER BECAUSE I THOUGHT I JUST MISSED HIS INTRODUCTION đ agreed thereâs such a discrepancy between ln/third selection/u20 yukimiya and nel yukimiya!! especially with that rlly cool panel of him in the u20 game where theyâre like âhis style of soccer is street soccer đ°âď¸â and he looks gorgeous af i was looking forward to more elaboration on that!! like really showing how he plays differently compared to the other players (maybe giving him some special weapon because of that kinda like metavision) it also couldâve been a really cool point of connection between him and kaiser given that both of them kind of learned how to play soccer in unconventional waysâŚbut alasâŚhere we are
NO BECAUSE KUNIGAMI VS ISAGI RIVALRY COULDâVE BEEN SO GOOD it wouldâve built up the hype for kuni sm more and him feel much more relevant imo!! honestly along with wanting to know what wc is all about iâve always wanted to know noel noaâs reaction to itâŚlike his biggest rival from the past has destroyed this childâs body and life and future in order to make a copy of him THATâS LEGIT INSANE??? kaneshiro couldâve given us such a scrumptious kuni and noa dynamic and then he just didnât đ
honestly i think one of the main problems w bllk is that kaneshiro is spreading the cast too thin and making people care about too many characters but itâs impossible to effectively manage such a huge cast given the premise of the story and still have emotional impact when stuff happens to them and that also means that characters aside from the protagonist arenât given a ton of fleshing out (this is relatively common in shounen sadlyâŚjjk had a similar issue but almost to the next level) where by focusing on lesser characters and just giving them insane depth the story wouldâve felt much stronger âđť like realistically thereâs 0 reason for kurona to exist in nel when reo (as per our earlier convos) or yukimiya couldâve easily taken that role and had their characters developed much more!! kiyora could also have been replaced with yukimiya (as much as i love him) and tbh?? get sendou out of ubers and focus more on aryu (howâd he go from number 2 in scoring goals to a defensive player?? flesh him out more instead of sendou literally nobody cares abt himâŚhot take but only memorable u20 players were aiku sae and shidou the rest did not need to be there), get rid of tokimitsu entirely (show how his nervous personality doesnât jive with egoism) and give zantetsu + karasu more opportunities to shine in pxg (honestly if they wanted to keep the cutthroat feel of second selection then get rid of nanase too and show how kindness doesnât cut it in bllk where you need to be insane; that way the cast is still large but these characters arenât fighting for a main spot theyâre more naruhaya-esque) đ° and another hot take but they shouldâve saved all of the other ng11s besides sae until the world cup arc (so no kaiser and lorenzo in nel) to really build the hype and stakes of the wc because rn itâs likeâŚok the bllkers have already managed to beat lorenzo and the whole kaisagi rivalry is going on so the ng11s donât feel as threatening?? whereas they couldâve been a really cool obstacle in the wc and wouldâve provided a baddie of the week feel and higher stakes without it being boring or random since theyâve been so foreshadowed already with sae
i agree i rlly like the terminally ill aspect it also explains why his pokĂŠmon are willing to go along with his possessed body (theyâre not able to accept that heâs gone) as well as why isagi knows so much without him being a villainâŚitâs also just sad to think about like he didnât want his family to worry about him but he wanted to accomplish his goals so he just pushed forward until he literally couldnât anymore đ also now iâm realizing lowkey kunigami would fit better in barouâs role (given the whole canonical wildcard thing being similar to the possession) however idc because i like barou more
yeahhh unfortunately fandom people can be a little weird to say the least and especially now that i have a decent amt of followers i know there are going to be interesting individuals in my comments so itâs not even worth it to not tagâŚokay but hear me out i wasnât even thinking about this when i assigned teams (nagi got his team based on cuddly fluffy vibes and barou got his team as all dark types because of his âvillain kingâ thing and reader was forced to have one of the same pokĂŠmon as him for the sibling themeâŚof barouâs team i liked houndoom the most so thatâs what reader got) BUT the parallels between nagiâs starter being arcanine and readerâs being houndoom kinda go crazy?? like they both have huge fiery dogs but as per the pokĂŠdex arcanine symbolizes loyalty justice protection etc and houndoom is like death hell horror and whatnot đ however as we know nagiâs aura is death and readerâs characterâs main theme is love (for barou, for her pokĂŠmon, etc) so narratively nagi x reader would be so goodâŚespecially if theyâre each otherâs ârivalsâ but theyâre not really rivals and half of the time are helping each other outâŚthereâs a vision here and itâs cooking imo 𤊠ALSO iâm thinkingâŚhear me outâŚkarasu reminds reader of barou so he becomes like her surrogate older brother while theyâre searching for barou and reader is the annoying little sibling karasu never had which makes him respect yayoi more and teaches him responsibility and maturity which in turn makes yayoi finally respect him too đ¤
honestly galvantula is such a random pokĂŠmon but realistically in terms of type matchups itâs absolutely CARRYING reader against barouâs team considering dark is weak to bug đ honestly itâs such a cool little pokĂŠmon i think itâs so fun for her to have it on her team!! and the gyarados plot line is going to be so entertaining (basically she gets scammed into trading a freshly caught pokĂŠmon for a magikarp and shenanigans ensue) that i think the basicness is excusable
otoya constantly getting girls via his fairy type pokĂŠmon vs reader and tullia being like âladies STAY AWAYâ who wins đâď¸ and agreed breloom + yuki goes so hardâŚtbh i rlly like steelix and yuki too it works surprisingly well
no literally justice for nagi đ the way the government did NOT gaf abt him is crazy like they couldâve at least given him a water type (although tbf heâs meant to show how the pokĂŠmon training system takes advantage of people so it makes sense) honestly though i love his character in this au he goes through sm development and his slowburn w the reader will be legendary fr
YOU KNOWWWW chigiriâs rapidash is SPARKLING he def takes such meticulous care of all of his pokĂŠmon (same w reo) whereas nagiâs just like eh as long as theyâre healthy đ KFNJSSB so like manshine trio will be chilling and in their downtime reo will be brushing his cinccino and chigiri will be polishing his rapidashâs hooves meanwhile nagiâs arcanine is rolling in a pile of mud somewhere having the time of its life
hiori and ice types just go so well together (even though he only has one on his team I think đ) and agreed i can see him retiring from battling after his arc w reader and co and following his actual passion of helping endangered pokĂŠmon instead of listening to his parents (maybe karasu inspires him because he also stood up to his family [yayoi] and that gives hiori the courage to do the same)
gen six is where i left off!! i played gen seven (namely moon and a bit of ultra moon) but i didnât like them that much so as far as i and this au are concerned the pokĂŠmon verse ended with xy/oras 𤊠omg wait aryu as a pokĂŠmon groomer slaysâŚmaybe heâs the one yuki takes his pokĂŠmon to before contests?? and perhaps the itoshi bros are mentioned in passing as gym leaders in another regionâŚkaiser as noel noaâs apprentice whoâs going to be a new e4 member like isagi (but a bitchier one who never knew barou and never directly interacts with reader) and same with bachira + kunigami (kaiser to replace noel noa, bachira to replace lavinho, kunigami to replace chris prince, and isagi to replace snuffy) thereâs just so many different roles that characters can play!! the world building would be so fun
LMAOO honestly aiku trying to be the rizzler but getting cock blocked by big bros otoya and karasu is so funny to me đ also speaking of brock link ups since we know karasu and reader are like a sibling duo iâm imagining otoya and tullia to have that brock and croagunk dynamic where she just punches him whenever he flirts with girls because heâs so cringe itâs embarrassing đ° speaking of tullia atm iâm think sheâll likely end up with either chigiri (since heâll probably pull up quite frequently as a nagi companion so thereâs ample time for development), isagi (since heâs a classic tullia pairing and all), or maybe even hiori?? like her and hiori really hit it off and after the main story is over instead of becoming a show/competition breeder like she planned she decides to go back to his nature preserve and help in breeding for species conservation or something đ¤ many many options fr
NO BECAUSE LISTEN THE TIK TOK AUDIOS ARE BURSTING WITH POTENTIAL FOR THE POKĂMON AU iâm getting soooo many ideas for the story now!! like the entire gyarados arc, the aegislash arc (this one goes crazy because itâs basically âreader and nagi somehow end up in a period drama for an entire arcâ yet it makes perfect sense given the pokĂŠmon verse and the backstory), EVERYTHING with barou especially the final fight between the cousins (iâve decided theyâll be cousins but as close as siblings!! so y/nâs mother is barouâs fatherâs sister and her houndoom is barouâs houndoomâs sister so itâs like three generations of brother/sister-esque bonds making up the story), the random evil team encountersâŚiâm sure you saw but i put requests on hold for a few reasons: so i can finish the ones i have, work on the oaeu, AND also start this story hopefully!! also i want to deny people from requesting for a bit so the hype is built for my 1k event whenever we reach that milestone FJDJSJSJ
LMAOOO the craziest thing is thatâs not even scratching the surface unfortunately i have had many insane experiences with men iâm sure youâll hear about more whenever theyâre relevant to the convo đ and YESSS i love chatting w you hehe always a little rush of dopamine when i see the little âanonymous asked you a questionâ notification on my phone (when tumblr isnât an OPP and actually gives the me the notifs) đĽš
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You definitely have issues with women. You come off as racist and misogynistic. Having issues with tagging. You need to grow up. The internet isnât a safe space. If you donât like things, just ignore it. However, you seem like those older people who desperately trying to act young. You arenât.
Plus, women and Female readers will always remain. You speak about hate, but you seem to spew a lot of hate too. Also, there are lots of other races of women too, they didnât have the best representation. Itâs good seeing more diverse female representation, but you seem to have issues with that too. Thatâs very racist of you.
Ooh the Same Anon. Fine you want me to admit things? I will. I'll even list it them off for you this time, because you're special.
I am American Indigenous with some Caucasian and Hispanic, I'm fully aware POC reader's need more representation, have been since 2010 DeviantArt days. How do I come off as racist anyways??
I am AFAB. For most of my life, until June 1st 2021 actually, I went by strictly she/her. That's obviously no longer the case. I'm fine with any of the "main 3" pronouns, she/her, he/him and they/them. I Strongly prefer they/them though.
Yes, I have a problem with she/her and she/they reader fics but ONLY when it goes untagged or is in the male and gender neutral reader tags.
I'm no longer reading "x reader" for me. It's mostly so I can imagine my MCs and OCs in different scenarios. In my favorite fandoms I just happen to have male and masculine presenting OCs.
I do have full awareness of female and feminine presenting readers being around. I don't care that they exist and probably read the same shit I do. I'm complaining about the writers who, as I've stated before and you can't seem to pick up on, don't use the actual tags or misuse the tags.
The internet is not a safe space, but if I go into a somewhat safe space such as the "x gn!reader" tag and see she/her in the story I'm allowed to be upset. Because that isn't gender neutral.
The internet isn't a safe space but I'm allowed to create a little safe corner of bullshit nonsense for those who want a safe space. I just want that for myself and others without fear of it being invaded.
And yes, I act young, I watch cartoons (my favorites are Blue's Clues and Miraculous Ladybug BTW) and like soft plushies and wanna play with dolls and get overly excited for small things. That's not bad. Life is shitty and the world is burning. If I find a small amount of comfort in something like acting a little childish so be it. I'm not hurting anyone. And guess what, judgmental anon, I'm not the only one.
Really, Judgmental Judy, the only one who's hurting anyone right now is you. You're making light of my valid issues and trying to put words in my mouth, so to speak, and how I cope with just existing.
The sheer audacity you have to come to my blog, my safe place on this horse shit of a wannabe social media site/app, and judge me for having problems with the lack and misuse of tags then to claim I'm misogynistic and racist and judging me for my harmless way of coping. Where the fuck do you get off?
This is the internet and I'm fucking pissed the very few safe places I have on it are being filled with the very things I've blacklisted.
Get the fuck off my blog and block me, coward.
-if anyone else wants to reblogs this shit and air out their grievances be my guest-
#a bitch is talking#a bitch is ranting#a bitch is pissed#x reader#fanfic#coping#dum's anon hate#long post#long reads#tw: misogyny mention#tw: racism mention
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Ooh, I thought Thanatos and Zagreus aren't actually blood siblings, ooh that clarifies things. I just assumed we just glossed over it because of all the already established incest in the Greek pantheon. This hellsite really shouldn't be that judgey of incest ships when wincest is a thing here. This reminds me of complaints I saw about people shipping two characters in black clover anime because they both grew up in a orphanage together.
My dear, you just reminded me of the perfect story that, I think, reveals one of the core motivators of all this FanPol wank.
When I first joined this hellsite it was around the same timeframe that the original Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword released for the Wii.
So the first fandom on here that I joined was centered around that game, particularly anything centered around Ghirahim, Demise, and Link. I don't know who initially put forward the idea of a 'bad-end' AU scenario of Link losing and being taken in as a subordinate/slave of the prior two, but it did catch on. Those of us in the fandom that made content for that AU eventually gave it the tag of 'Spandexverse', inspired by the art someone had drawn of the black, skintight attire that Link was made to wear in this AU.
However, the main thing to keep in mind is this: we used a completely separate tag and kept to that separate tag so as not to bug anyone.
Cue a month or so later when someone who wasn't even in this small offshoot of a fandom started making posts and rallying others against it. One of their main justifications for this?
'What if they take this shit to cons and cosplay for it? If someone asks "what are you from?" and they answer "Oh, I'm from a Legend of Zelda AU where Link gets raped a whole awful lot~! XD" Do they not get how that reflects on the rest of the fandom?!'
Aside from trying to police what types of media other people consume, they seem to want to scrub everything 'problematic' from certain fandom spaces because, despite every old-guard fan holding true to the notion 'not every aspect of fandom is for everybody', they want to be able to treat all fandom-spaces in the same vein as the medias themselves. I.e.: Oh, I can just talk about this in a school or work setting and it'll be the same as someone talking about a sport or their favorite celebrity.
But you can't do that with every aspect of fandom. Sure, there are general audience portions which you can, but discovering that there's an NSFW sector managed and curated and censored by adults and deciding that you must make it commit die for the safety of others and your fandom's reputation is asinine at best and egomaniacal at worst.
Look at this hellsite in of itself. Despite all the censoring and scrubbing from staff and campaigns from FanPol, what is the outside perspective of tumblr? "It was better when the porn and weird ships were there." Trying to remove that reputation and function has done nothing but have a rippling, negative effect on other websites and fandom as a whole.
And it's what keeps causing us to have people with the sheer AUDACITY to come to an adult's inbox and go 'No, no, no! You shouldn't interact with that media! It's far too problematic for your feeble mind and it'll result in you thinking that bad things are good~!'
#long post#but it just came to me#a lot of this fandom grandstanding isn't about protecting children#it's about insecure people wanting to engage in fandom#without having to engage in fandom
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heya @toadstool32 thanks for the tag!
Tag game: tag people you want to know better !!
Favourite time of the year: winter and Storm Season (tm)
Comfort foods: milk and milk based products? idk Iâm still unclear as to what a comfort food even is Iâm just made of dairy
Do you collect anything: I donât really collect any coherent set of objects tbh, I just see things that make me go :) and I obtain them
Favourite drink: milk and coffee flavored sugared milk (letâs be honest that is what Iâm drinking itâs not coffee)
Favourite music artists: I mostly just tend to like individual songs rather than specific artists. Porno Graffitti is my go-to answer simply because my parents did accidentally imprint me on a selection of their music I guess
Current favourite songs: Iâm in music limbo rn so everything is a little bit boring to me but uhhh random selection of songs that are the least boring to my brain rn:
Synthwave cover of Animal I Have Become done by Patrick Russel, preferably at 1.25X speed
Demon Dance Tokyo by Eve
I canât fucking believe I keep going back to this song I must be really understimulated (warning for NOISES A LOT OF IT it genuinely is a lot of fucking noises)
I canât even link this because I donât think I put it anywhere but an extremely sped up and pitched up version of Margaritaville I made in Audacity in a weird 3 am fervor. I donât recall how much Iâve sped it up anymore itâs really fast though
Favourite fics: I donât read many fics anymore Iâve retired from fic searching in 2013 and I donât remember most of the shit I did read back then. Only 2 fics Iâve read in recent memory are
The Power of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!) by GallusRostromegalus - itâs an ongoing AU/rewrite of Yugioh based mainly on the 4kids dub, but they have blown the censors clean off. The worldbuilding is unhinged (complimentary), I donât know how to describe this fic concisely. Where would I even start. I will say when I started reading this I was hooting and hollering in my car at the funny. It does contain graphic depictions of violence but this is Yu-Gi-Oh we know the drillÂ
Dragon from Ash by Mortigaunt - Skyrim fic following a Dunmer dragonborn from Morrowind. The authorâs really put a lot of thought into the setting and expands upon the main questline and the lore in a neat way. Hasnât updated in a while though, shame. Contains mature content, including sexual themes, violence, itâs Elder Scrolls.
Tagging: idk do it if u want brain empty
#every time i listen to The Very Noiseful Song im alway slike. god damnit. i wish i didn't like this. i cannot put this in my playlist#Con stop yapping
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Efficiency
Pairing: Daishou x f!reader
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings/Tags: smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, light degredation, aftercare, established relationship
Thank you so much @/bakatenshii and @/thirstyforthem2dmen for beta-reading. This is a repost from my main after it went fully sfw. Originally for the hqhq (now Anilysium) hard at work collab.
Pen scrawls and keyboard taps sound throughout the conference room as your boss goes over current client projects. Daishou is sitting across the table and you notice he's wearing the tie you gave him for his birthday last year. Looks good, you think to yourself. It's not just the tie, it's his entire outfit, and him.
Daishou notices your lingering stare and makes eye contact, granting you a cheeky grin and a head tilt. Pompous bastard. In response, you send back an expression of mock disgust before turning your attention back to your laptop.
For any newcomer at the firm, it might seem like the office is split down the middle into either your camp or Daishou's, with opinions and jabs on completely opposite ends of the spectrum. Why else is there so much spite being tossed around between the two of you, if not due to a deeply entrenched layer of grievances?
It might leave the newbie confused as to why Daishou affectionately calls you his "most significant problem". Or why you preface notes to him with, "to whom this may piss off, my royal pain-in-the-ass".
Then there comes a revelation to the newbie that you and Daishou are not mortal enemies, but rather the most wretchedly in-love couple in this skyrise building. It's a bad decision to cross either you or Daishou for any matter. Not only are the both of you perfectly vindictive, crossing one means submitting an application to be on the blacklist of the other. There's no doubt, in your humblest opinion, that Daishou, even if he'll never outright admit it, absolutely worships the dirt under your heels. And when you are in remotely a good mood, fine, you don't mind his coffee breath either.
It's heartwarming, that in this tower of cold, hard stainless steel and immaculate glass panels, there's love floating around the disinfected air of money, money, and more money. When it counts, you can be sure that Daishou will stand on the same side of the fence as you.
While the meeting goes on and you multitask with the spreadsheet open on your screen, you think you hear your name being tossed around. To your knowledge, everything is lined up already and unless there is some sort of overnight emergency, there's absolutely nothing left on your plate to take care of.
At the same time, there is also the off-chance that someone decides to drag you into hell with them and include you in a project. Now, who could possibly have the audacity to put you into the wringer with them?
"Daishou! Excellent, I'll leave this to you," the boss exclaims. "This pitchbook needs to be done by tomorrow. It's high urgency and the client just sent the numbers in."
A sinking feeling begins to churn in your stomach. You pause your frenzy across the keyboard and pay attention to the meeting to hear the rest of what Daishou has to say.
"If I may," Daishou curtly asks with a smile that's a tad too wide, "I'd like to work with Y/N on this. As you know, we work best together. It'll be done before the meeting tomorrow."
You can feel everyone's eyes turn to you in the meeting room, begging you to please say yes to the man holding titles such as your boyfriend, co-worker, and also 'royal pain-in-the-ass'. You force a smile and match Daishou's client-ready, saccharine expression. "Of course, we'll have it done tonight."
Suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire meeting room relaxes by ten notches. Bastards, all of you.
"Our firm's best duo!" the boss praises, "We'll leave it to you two then. Meeting adjourned."
It's the two words everyone has been waiting for. The moment the syllable falls, the conference room is filled with the sounds of shifting seats and scuffling feet eager to leave work for the day. With a huff, you shut your laptop and see Daishou coming around the conference table with his laptop and files tucked under his arm. He adjusts and tugs on his tie.
"Guess it's you and me again tonight," Daishou comments.
"And here I wanted to leave work early for once."
"Hey, just a special date night. It's called 'overtime', sounds pretty sexy don't you think?"
You snort and walk past him, going towards the direction of the elevator. Daishou eyes your figure strutting down the hall. The lines of your ironed shirt and the pencil skirt that hugs your figure perfectly match the echoing clack of your heels striking shiny tiles.
Even if you don't remember, Daishou's impeccable memory absolutely remembers how the last time you paired that shirt and that skirt together, it was an overtime situation very much similar to tonight. And the cock that's starting to grow hard in his slacks certainly remembers a lot more. He can feel it twitching just trying to conjure up the sensation of your gummy walls milking him in the breakroom a month ago.
"You coming or what?"
Daishou sees you holding the elevator door open and waiting for him. Daishou won't ever admit to this, maybe to you in privacy, but Daishou will rather be dead than admit to anyone else how lucky he feels to have someone as incredible as you in his life.
He takes a few quick steps and enters the elevator.
"How sweet," he coos. "I knew you wouldn't just leave me hanging and working in this dismal place all alone."
"Shut-up, Suguru," you snap, but you lean your head against his shoulder anyway. It's been such a long day already, and the night is only going to be longer.
"Stay the night at my place later? I'll order your favorite."
"Let's get this project over with first."
"I caught you staring at me during the meeting."
"Huh, is that so."
"Practically stripped me naked with your eyes. Ooh, I felt tingles all over."
You lift your head from his shoulder. "You're so full of yourself Suguru," you remark before tugging on his tie to pull his face closer to yours. "If anything, I think you're the one getting hard at work."
Daishou leans in even closer. A hand encircles your wrist and his thumb brushes your inner-wrist across the bump of the vein. Your pulse is throbbing against his fingertips. You feel your adrenaline and anticipation rushing through your body as your heart pounds harder and faster.
"Then do something to help poor lil' me out?"
"At your place later, weâ"
"But I want you so badly right now," Daishou breathes out, body tight against you so you can feel his straining desires through the layers of fabric. "I wantâ
Ding.
The elevator opens up to the floor the two of you work at. The co-workers waiting for the lift can only see two pristine and exemplary office workers without any semblance of dishevelment walk out. Daishou even says a polite "see you tomorrow" to them.
"If only the elevator stopped working," you joke after taking a deep breath to swallow the fire building in your core. "Sly snake, no one here in the office knows your true colors."
Sometimes, you wonder just how Daishou can switch his persona so quickly. Or maybe he just likes the precarious edge of being horny at work.
"Love you too dear," he sneers.
A couple workers are still at their desks scrambling for their deadlines. You and Daishou take a seat at your work stations and begin to chip away at the urgent, overtime project. Every now and then, you'll say good-night to the other remaining co-workers finally able to go home. It doesn't take long before the halls are completely vacated and empty except for the two of you still slaving away in front of the bright monitors for hours into the night.
"Where are you going?" you ask Daishou who is returning to his seat after disappearing down the hall again. "This is the third time in the last hour. Are you shitting in the toilets or dumping all the work on me?"
Daishou comes by your desk and leans on the back of your chair. "Just making some phone calls. Want to go home now? It's getting late."
"Uh...work's not done yet."
"It's fine, let's have dinner first, we can just work remotely at my place. The bulk is done anyway."
You glance at the clock and ponder Daishou's offer. It doesn't hurt to leave a little early and continue the work later in a more comfortable setting. "Okay, let me pack."
After cleaning up the workstation and packing everything the two of you will need, you and Daishou are back in the hallway waiting for the descending elevator.
Daishou takes the heavy tote bag from your shoulders. âIâll hold onto this,â he explains.
âWhy so nice today, Suguru? First luring me over with food, the compliments, and suggestions to leave earlyâŚâ You trace a finger along the line of his spine and observe, pleased with the nervous grin spreading on his face. âSomeoneâs losing patience, hm?â
Daishou gives you an ingratiating smile. âPrincess, as fancy as our work is, we still work in client-services. What can I say, I live to serve and please.â
âCheeky.â
The elevator arrives and the two of you enter the space.
"How long do you think we still need?" you ask Daishou.
"Must we talk about work, right now?"
"You're just horny, Suguru."
"Oh, so it's 'just' me, is that what it is?"
You shrug and admit, "Nah, I was wondering why you didn't suggest anything earlier when the office was empty."
"Baby, if you wanted me that bad, you should've just climbed on my lap."
You laugh at Daishou's retort and prepare a comeback. "I thinkâ"
A loud screech sounds through the elevator and the lights flicker briefly before a jolt causes you to stumble. Your hand automatically flies to the handrail. Daishou also wraps an arm around you tightly to steady your balance.
"Is the..."
"Seems like we're stuck," Daishou comments.
You rapidly press the service bell button, but it's no use. "No one's picking up, it's like the signal got cut. Should've just taken the stairs!"
The cell signal is also terribly weak in the elevator space. There's nothing else to do but wait and see how things play out.
Daishou laughs dryly and smooths his hair back. "We work on the 18th floor, since when do we take the stairs?"
"There's that one evacuation drill..." you reply weakly.
Daishou raises an eyebrow, giving you a look that says, really now?
"You're right, we're doomed. Last moments andâ"
"With the love of your life, isn't that pleasant a way to go?" Daishou tightens his arms around you. "Don't worry, it's all going to be okay."
You reciprocate and respond to his hug, while your brain searches for a solution. "I once saw on the internet that if the elevator drops, you have to time your jump right before the elevator hits the ground floor. Otherwiseâ"
"Shhh," Daishou shushes you quietly with a quick kiss. He rocks you from side to side and reassures you again that everything is okay.
"Trust me, it'll be okay. Let's just have a little fun while we're waiting," he suggests one hand already tracing up your thigh. "Maybe it'll relax all those nerves you've been holding onto."
Daishou wants to laugh. Whose nerves exactly? Do you have any idea how heâs been counting the minutes and seconds for this moment while you innocently worked on the project like the good, model worker that you are?
It took everything in him to somehow put down a few excel formulas and not shove the monitors onto the floor to fuck you senseless across the worktables. Not to mention, the pleasure of having those witty remarks that spurt out from that little mouth of yours replaced with incomprehensible whines and begs for your precious Suguru to fill you to the brim. And now that you also admit to thinking along the same lines earlier, Daishou knows the dirty little thoughts clouding into your mind already.
Some slut that you are, acting proper and put-together at work, basking in the praise from co-workers and the boss; they just donât know how ten minutes after those morning touchpoint meetings, you are bouncing on Daishouâs cock in a hidden corner while the financial markets open for the day. Itâs an art, really, the number of quicks you two manage to fit into the crevices of a busy office schedule. But thatâs why Daishou is one of the best employees of the firm. Daishou Suguru works quickly. He works efficiently.
The patterns Daishou's fingers trace tickle and send shivers up the skin. His low voice and hot breath across your ear elicits a soft gasp as you press your thighs together in the tight, figure-hugging skirt, seeking some hidden relief for the needy throb inside. The scrap of fabric down there is barely able to soak up the wetness beginning to pool. You are pressed up against him for comfort and security, your breasts plush against his chest. Each inhale and exhale you take is a test of patience.
"T-there's a camera," you remind him through shaky breaths, eyes flickering to the black mechanism in the corner. This is your final thread.
Daishou eyes the camera that is staring expectantly at the tryst about to happen in the cramped space with a wicked grin. Like that has ever bothered you, but if you want to play coy, heâll humor you. He pinches the soft flesh on your thighs. "But we both know you're an attention whore. Always wanting to be the center of attention?"
You bite your lip to stop a whimper and look away, unwilling to admit that Daishou is completely right. You're already squirming in anticipation and delight. How cute, Daishou savors before deftly undoing the first two buttons of your crisp blouse. He has all of your clothes memorized, and how to take them off in the least amount of steps. At this point, it's completely second nature, and even if it isn't, the particular outfit you are wearing today has a special pedestal in Daishou's memory of interests. He pulls the tucked fabric apart to expose your delicate neckline and the soft curves of your breasts in the bra.
Oh, this one? What a coincidence then. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and deeply inhales the scent of your lingering fragrance. His hot breath and tantalizing lips drag across your collarbone, brushing your sensitive skin.
"So fucking sexy. Let's put on a show shall we?"
The thread snaps.
You harshly tug on the Daishouâs tie and capture his lips with yours. Daishou presses his body even closer, resting a forearm right above your head to cage you against the elevator wall. You wrap your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair, as you meld into the searing kiss. The zipper of your skirt is tugged and the fabric is pushed up to your waist. His hand snakes up your thigh and a thumb hooks the side of your panties, pulling the soaked scrap down.
"Step," he instructs, pulling your panties down all the way and guiding your heeled feet out. "Don't want them dropping on the floor," he says, tucking the bunched fabric into his shirt pocket.
"Touch me, please," you beg, pulling Daishou back to you. You grab his hand and lead him to between your legs, grinding yourself against his thick fingers for some relief.
âNo need to rush, the elevator isn't getting fixed anytime soon," he coos, "We're not going to get distracted this time."
Daishou spreads your lips apart and rubs along your sensitive bud, coating his digits with your slick. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he marvels before slipping a finger in and then another.
Daishou pumps his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy, occasionally dragging over to circle your clit. "That's it, isn't it?" he groans, feeling your walls clench around his fingers when he finds the spot that has you falling apart into streams of whines and mewls.
Daishou withdraws his fingers and brings the glistening digits up for you to see. "How much are you enjoying this? Wanting to be fucked in an elevator, watched by who knows who behind that camera."
You whimper and watch Daishou take the coated fingers in his mouth, licking off every drop of you. "You taste so good," he breathes, before pulling you into a kiss and letting you have a taste of your own arousal.
You break out of the kiss and turn around, resting your hands on the handrail. "S-Suguru, want you in me," you beg. You bend over just enough for your Daishou to see how much more wet you've gotten from tasting yourself on him. Your glistening hole is dripping and desperately clenching around nothing.
"Patience, princess." Daishou quickly unbuckles his belt and lets the cock pressing against his tight slacks spring free. He prepares to give himself a few more strokes but you reach behind and slap his hand away, replacing the hand on his cock with your own.
"Fuck," he groans, bucking his hips into your hands. "Always the impatient one."
"Hurry...please."
The building anticipation is making your knees weak and head dizzy already. You keep both hands on the handrails for support and squirm over trying to better line yourself for that thickness you need to fill your hole.
"Shit, stop teasing me!"
Beep.
The emergency intercom you pressed when the elevator first malfunctioned finally lights up. The line connects after a moment of static and radio noise and temporarily shocks a thread of rationality into your thoughts.
"Hello? Hello? Are we connected now, finally? Hello? Can you hear me?" the voice urges from the other end.
"Ah-" you gasp out, feeling Daishou fingers draw out slow circles on your clit. You press your lips tightly together to muffle a moan.
"Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?"
Daishou leans next to your ear. "Answer them, sweetheart." The tip of his cock teases the entrance of your pussy, running along the wet lips. "Do well and I'll give it to you."
You manage, with difficulty, squeak out, "Y-yes!"
"Good girl."
Your legs buckle slightly when you feel Daishou's thick cock being pushed into you, finally giving you the gratification you have been craving during Daishou's ministrations.
"Oh, careful now, don't want you falling over," Daishou's grip on your hips tightens and he groans at how warm, wet and tight you are around him. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good," he mutters under his breath.
The speaker buzzes again. "Great, finally connected. Ma'am are you doing okay still?"
"Yes!" you cry out as Daishou gives a firm and deep thrust; a wave of pleasure shoots through you.
"Don't panic, our team is already comingâ" The line disconnects as abruptly.
Daishou revels at how your soft walls hug and clench around him. By all means, he didn't expect the interruption happening at all. It seems like you are not the only impatient person, he wonders, before flashing a nasty look at the camera in the corner and flipping said object off.
"Come on, princess,â he encourages and pats the side of your ass lightly. âLet me hear how pretty you sound."
"Suguâ" you gasp out, feeling the tip of his cock rocking into you. "R-right there right, ahâ"
"Yea, you like that?" Daishou groans, pushing into you again feeling your walls clamp around him so tightly. So perfectly. It's addicting and all he can do is thrust in and out, over and over again. Each time seeking out the sounds of your pretty moans when you are completely filled and stuffed with him.
Lewd squelches and the slaps of skin meeting flesh fill the elevator space, along with Daishouâs grunts and your pants. Your hips meet each of Daishouâs thrusts in perfect rhythm, taking his entire length until the base. You can feel each stroke dragging along your walls, the size and length of his cock pushing against your tightness and prodding your cervix.
Neither of you can bother with any other distractions now that bliss is just teetering on the edge. Daishou pulls out and turns you around so you face him. He then scoops you up from under your ass with your legs spread over his forearms and hoists you up against the elevator wall. You feel the stinging cold from the cylindrical edge of the handrail as a dubious support against your heated skin.
"Suguru!" you squeal out, "I'll fall! I'llâ"
"I got you, don't worry," Daishou reassures, "You're okay, I won't let you fall."
Once he feels your arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders, Daishou slides into you again with a loud squelch.
"We're right outside now! Won't be long before we get you two out." A loud voice calls out from beyond the shut elevator doors.
"Smile for the camera, princess," Daishou encourages before picking up the pace, chasing the high that's just around the corner. His thrusts become faster and rougher, hitting your sweet spot deep inside you over and over again making your mind spin. The countless reflected images of Daishou's unrelenting pursuit and speed, and the expression of your fucked out face collide together in a blurry, infinite kaleidoscope.
âGonna cum! Gonna-â
All thoughts leave your mind with each ragged breath as you near your own edge. You can only cling onto Daishou tightly, nails digging into his shoulder and back. You don't hear the sounds of mechanical whirring outside the elevator. Whatever it is that the people are shouting outside does not matter. The bright lights don't make any sense to you anymore. You don't even remember what Daishou Suguru looks like.
The blank stare from the camera is the last thing you see before you squeeze your eyes shut, face tucked in the crook of Daishouâs neck, and body feeling like putty in his arms. All that's left is the euphoria sparking through and broken syllabylic babbles you struggle to utter out.
With a few final thrusts, Daishou grunts and pulls you completely flush against his hips, finally spilling himself into you. Release after a long day never feels this sweet, Daishou muses as he holds your languid body close. Each deep breath you take only pushes your soft breast against his chest, and Daishou can feel your spasming walls still hugging him. He peppers a few kisses on your sweat covered brow. So good, so fucking good.
The voices and mechanical whirs outside interrupt Daishouâs moment.
Thatâs right, weâre still in this damn elevator. Daishou carefully pulls out his softened and twitching cock and lowers your wobbly form down from your make-shift seat. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the drool from your face then lightly dab away the trail of mixed fluids seeping out of your puffy cunt. The overly saturated handkerchief does a poor job soaking away the mess the two of you made.
Daishou reaches for the crumpled panties he shoved into the shirt pocket, but decides against letting you wear it. In your current state, your legs are like a newborn deer, barely able to support you let alone try to maneuver into underwear.
"Once we get back to my place, I'll draw us a bath.â
The increasingly loud mechanical clamor and sounds of the elevator workers pull you out of your daze for a moment too. You try to fumble around and haphazardly button your shirt, but the buttons miss their proper buttonhole by one. You pout and look at Daishou who just buckled his belt and tucked in the edges of his crumpled shirt. He looks ready for a client meeting already, if not for the obvious smell of sex clinging into him.
Daishou chuckles at your state and helps you slip into his long coat. He kisses your brow again in apology. "Sorry baby, just bear with it for a moment."
"Hungry."
"Yes, yes. I'll order your favorite too, like I promised."
You nod, pleased with his answer.
Ding.
The doors of the elevator open, to the relief of the elevator workers outside. They were in the process of getting ready to pry the doors open, but it seems like the elevator is back to normal already.
"Sir, Ma'am, we apologize for our tardiness."
Daishou waves a hand. "Not at all, it was fine. My girlfriend," he nods to your hidden form in the coat, "a bit frazzled, that's all."
Daishou's coat is like a bathrobe and hides absolutely everything. Turn up the collar, hide your face in Daishou's neck, and no one can see the mess that you are still underneath the thick layer. If they don't look, they won't know about the cum that's already dripping out and trailing down the curves of your legs into your scuffed heels.
"Is she okay? If there are any problems, we can direct you to-"
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. Thanks for helping fix the elevator." Not that there was anything wrong with it to begin with.
"We'll be inspecting all the elevators in the building as well. We assure you this will never happen again."
The musty smell of sweat and sex is all that lingers in the elevator, but it'll dissipate soon enough. Maybe there are tiny puddles of your juices on the tiles but the 5 A.M. cleaning workers will wipe it all away. By tomorrow, the elevator and rest of the building will be just the way it always is again. The stainless steel is cold, and the glass panels are pristine. In the early hours of the morning, leather shoes and heels will be strutting around on the marbled floors. Phone calls. Printers. Clients. Meetings. And more overtime.
Daishou smirks to himself, supporting just about your entire weight. His phone rings in his coat pocket. He reaches for the device and answers the call. Those bastards.
"Heh, glad you enjoyed the show you fucker. And tell Kenma, 'that was a dick move he pulled back there.'"
He listens to the response from the other line.
"Yea sure, thanks for hacking the system...uh huh, tell him to cum in your dirty sock-rag then...yea whatever, go eat shit."
Daishou ends the call and shoves the phone into his pocket.
"Su-gu-ru..." you mumble.
"Yes princess?"
"...Pitchbook..."
Daishou presses a light kiss to your forehead. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart."
Even all fucked out, you still manage to not forget about corporate responsibilities, some overachieving show-off you are. After getting you cleaned up and warm, he'll finish up any remaining work. Daishou Suguru works quickly. He works efficiently.
#haikyuu smut#hq smut#daishou x reader smut#daishou smut#daishou x reader#tw exhibitionism#tw voyeurism#emi.freshtea#ch daishou#in celebration of cleaning up the main whooowheeewhoo#đľ.daishou
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I don't post enough on here, but I feel like being more direct because the people I am adressing are more here than they are Twitter. I'm not going to go over why there's nothing wrong with Nashuri, we've been defending ourselves since Nov 2020, and there plenty of essays on this app that give you an explanation if you actually wanna understand why people like the ship. I'm not gonna get into that because some of y'all obviously don't care and those that do can go to those resources.
Anyways.
First off, you didn't have to do this. We get it, you hate us and our ship. We've been beat over the head with it constantly since the idea formed. You just want the clicks to generate hate. I'd tell you to block and mute, but no you rather do this instead of talking about something you enjoy.
Second, how dare you? If you are any type of creator, you know things like art and fics not only take time, but so much physical and mental energy. We all do this for free, and because it brings us joy. But eh, you don't like the ship, so you think that gives you the right to talk shit about peoples work. You've got the audacity and entitlement of white men.
But I think my main problem is this- why would you tag this Shuriri? That post had nothing to do with Shuriri. A more accurate tag would have been the anti-Nashuri one. The only reason I can think of is because y'all put the ships in direct opposition to each other, which is the furthest from the truth in reality.
Like do y'all understand that some of us are mutlishippers? That we would love to engage with the Shuriri fandom? Or even just the Shuri or Tish fandom more, because we are also fans? But time and time again you all make it clear that if we like Nashuri, we are scum if the earth and shouldn't interact with you all, cause cooties or what ever. I like Shuriri, I'd love to make content for Shuriri (and Nashuriri but that's for another time). But everytime I go on the tag or search the term, I'm immediatly hit with hate.
More over do you understand that a lot if Nashuris don't care about Shuriri? I care, because I like both ships, that's why I'm making this long ass post, but for a lot of us don't even consider it. Unless y'all make annoying ass posts like this one, we don't shit talk, we don't send hate, we don't accuse you all of things that aren't true. WE LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE. And honestly we just want y'all to do the same?
I'm not even gonna say this is all Shuriri, all Shuri or all Tish fans, but there is a loud portion if you all that will not stop talking about how much they hate us instead of how much they love the ship/character/person. Hell, I'd go out on a limb and say there are non Nashuris that are tired of these hating ass posts too. And I just feel like we would all be happier, if we just "curate our spaces".
We all love Shuri as a charater and Tish as an actress, and like it or not Nashuri is an active fandom, we all have to share the tags. Just be cordial, please? If you see something you don't like then block/mute. Don't go out of your way to direct hate towards a whole bunch if people who have done nothing wrong.
Oh and for the love of god, tag your posts. correctly. Thank you for coming to my Tedtalk.
I KEEP SEEING NASHURI SHITđ
HOW DID I EVEN GET HERE. IM SO CONFUSED AND DISGUSTEDđ
#black panther#shuri#namor#shuri udaku#shuri x riri#shuriri#namor x shuri#nashuri#anti nashuri#could you all please stop antagonizing us#it makes not sense we didn't do anything to you#black panther wakanda forever#rant#shuri of wakanda#namor of talokan
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Wait... WAIT okay hold on w a I t. Can you just imagine.... Iâm back on this yoga!Din shit (who am I kidding, I never left), so imagine this is sometimes after their first, shall we say, interaction. Imagineâ
Another man comes into the class for the first time since Dinâs started taking it. Some other guy struts in, and of courseâ because itâs her jobâ the yoga instructor puts her hands on him and adjusts him and touches him, and Din knowsâ rationallyâ he knows he shouldnât be jealous; it shouldnât make him angry, but it fucking does. Heâs simmering under his skin as she trails her hand across this other manâs wrist, like how sheâs done to himâhe can almost feel the ache of it on his ownâ how she coos pretty nothings into his ear. This asshole even has the audacity to make her laugh. Heâs rolling up his mat and is saying something that must be goddamn hilarious and makes her laughâ and fuck, what a sound it isâ And AND AND can we just imagine... how he fucks her after. The raw possessiveness of it. Fucking her into the mirrored wall and making her beg for him. I just Iâm sorry I gotta go bye- can u please elaborate THANKS THANK YOU
anyway, here we go. this is part of the yoga!din world that erikka has dragged me into kicking and screaming. find the other thoughts under the yoga!din tag on both our blogs! we are straying into plot with these so beware of us both
warnings for: slight degradation, jealous!din out the whazoo, slight dom!din too i guess idek (18+ only get out of my house)
heâs slow to approach after class ends.Â
he always bides his time, tries to catch a few minutes with her before her next class bustles in, perfectly coiffed and bedecked in pearls like they arenât about to spend the next hour with their asses in the air. itâs in those few momentsâthose precious few momentsâthat he tries, really fucking tries, to make a good impression. since the first time he fucked her on this floor, heâs wanted herâwanted her pussy, yes, but now itâs more.
now, din just wants her.
he thinks the guy hanging back at the front of the classroom is named ralph. maybe rob. din wasnât really listening when she introduced the new addition to the five-fifteen beginners yoga class. he was too focused on not going crosseyed with a sick, possessive rage.Â
the entire class he watched her. like a fucking hawk intent on its prey, he watched her. which, on its face, is not altogether different from any other night. he watches her so he can transition from pose to pose without falling over; he watches her so he can lift or stretch a limb without throwing out his back. sheâs his teacher, first and foremost, and the yoga has helped soothe his irritated muscles and the consistent roiling pit of anger in his stomach.Â
but he also watches her because sheâs glamorous, cheeky, downright fuckable. she know it, too; heâs sure of that now. she knows how good her ass looks in those tights, and she knows that if she bends forward just so he gets a full glimpse down the front of her tank-top. he knows that she hovers her hand over the dip in his spine for a reason. sometimesâmost of the timeâshe doesnât even touch him, but itâs just the heat of her palm hanging over his body that makes his face screw up tight and his mind falter in concentration.Â
three times heâs had her sprawled out beneath him, that effortlessly smug look on her face replaced by the perfect circle of her mouth when she hits her peak. she may be in control for the sixty minutes of class, but the moment she turns, slick water bottle in hand, cocking her head slightly, eyes gleaming with want, heâs the one in charge. she knows that, too.
tonight, din watches from the back of the room while ralphârob?ânew guy takes his time. his fingers make firm indents in the soft, squishiness of his mat. theyâre laughingâprobably about something stupid, something din doesnât understand, like seven dollar smoothies that taste like grass. his jaw hardens when she leans in and touches new guyâs elbow.Â
thereâs part of din that thinks she could simply be urging new guy to the door. her next class starts in fifteen minutes, and the old biddies like to be early. the other irrational, totally consuming side of din thinks sheâs doing this on purpose. always playing a fucking game.
he stands from his crouch and shoves the sweaty mat under his arm. heâs not in the mood, not tonight. his bare feet slap on the polished floor, and he watches his shoulders expand in the reflection of the mirror.
âcan i talk to you?âÂ
new guyâs head snaps to the side at the sound of dinâs hard, unyielding voice. heâs shorter than din, not by much, but enough that his eyes have to tilt upwards.Â
new guy huffs. he glances at her then back at din. he pushes away from the wall where heâs been leaning the last five minutes, nonchalant, greedy. âwe were justââ
she glances at the clock hanging over the door, tilting on one foot nearer din. he can smell the sweat clinging to the back of her neck. âactually, chris, i need to freshen up before my next class.â with all the grace of a royal, she touches new guyâs arm, offers him a dazzling smile that leaves dinâs lungs struggling for breath. âyou understand? iâll see you next week.â
chris (nowhere near close to rob) nods and hoists his tote bag over his shoulder. his gaze slides to din. his eyes narrowâslightly, but enough for din to notice. din notices everything.
âsee you next week, man.â chris slaps dinâs shoulder, his bravado clearly failing in the charged energy bouncing between din and her. he tries, though; that has to count for something, and din is never one to snort at resilience in the face of defeat.
chris leaves. the door shuts with a soft click behind him. din turns to her, but she speaks first.
âi wasnât lying, din. i gotta freshen up.â
âokay, iâll come with you.â
she arches a brow, bent at the waist to pick up a hand-towel from the floor. âi wasnât really inviting you.â
âi wasnât really looking for your invitation.â
her chest lifts on a hard inhale. the curve of her braâdark blueâpeeks out from beneath her gray tank-top. he blinks, holding her stare.
with a hard swallow, she turns on her heel and opens the studio door. itâs cool in the hallway, so unlike the cloistered air of the studio after ten bodies have huffed and puffed in awkward positions for an hour. the air-conditioning almost chills dinâs hot blood, but when she turns, gives a wave to chris, hovering by the front desk, he nearly melts on spot, blood gone to lava.Â
he grabs her elbow and squeezes. âget in the bathroom.â
down the hall, past the main office, empty now. past the small kitchenette; the light above the sink flickers. the single bathroom at the end of the dark hall. she turns the knob, slowly, slowly, always a fucking game.
impatient, din smacks his fist against the weak door. it swings open on a whine, and she falls inside when he nudges the small of her back with his opposite hand.
âdin, my classââÂ
he shuts the door, locks it, flicks on the light. god, this place is a wreck. all the court would pay for, considering. cracked coral tile covers the floor and half the walls. the single light fixture barely illuminates the room. a small basket of toiletries on the back of the commode do little to take away from the twenty years of grime clinging to every surface.Â
din doesnât care. this placeâit brought him to her.
still, heâs vibrating with something unnameable. he wants herâbadly. his cock is hard already, straining against his basketball shorts. but itâs more than that. he doesnât want her touching new guy or any guy thatâs not him. her touches, her smiles, her laughterâitâs his. he wants it to be his.
but he canât very well tell her that. not with his past.
âi donât care about your class.â itâs the honest to god truth. he doesnât care, not tonight. âcome âere.âÂ
taking her elbow in hand once more, he pulls her back from the center of the room and twists. her back thumps against the door, the door itself loose in the frame, and he looks up. that could prove a problem. he might be a jackass, but he knows her: sheâs private about this. the old ladies in the hall donât need to hear how hard she moans when she creams on his cock.
he meets her eyes, sees the ever-present challenge there, and it snaps his resolve in half. always a fucking game. heâs tired of the game tonight.
with one hand grasping her elbow, pinning her to the door, he slides his palm down the front of her leggings with little preamble. his fingers are long. he finds the apex of her cunt with ease, and he slips one finger through her folds. he glances down.
âshit, youâre wet.â he swirls his middle finger through the juices coating her pussy. so fucking sticky. âdid he do this to you?â
she lifts her head from the door, eyes hazy with desire now. the challenge is gone. âwhat?â her breathy voice, so similar to the tone she uses in class, used now because his finger is knuckle-deep in her cunt makes his cock throb.
âi said: did he do this to you? did he make this fucking wet?â withdrawing his finger, thereâs a squelch, and she bites the inside of her cheek, chest flushed in shame. din replaces the single finger with two.
âwho? ch-chris?âÂ
din scissors his fingers. she stifles a moan with her bottom lip and grabs his shoulder. âdonât say his name.â
âiâholy shit...â her head drops forward when his thumb circles her clit, his fingers pumping in and out and in and out at a leisurely pace. Â
removing the hand clutching her elbow, din frames her face with his palm, thumb on one side of her jaw, pointer finger on the other. he holds firm. âi asked you a question: who made you this wet? you sound like a fucking whore, feel like one too.â
âit wasnât...â she shakes her head as her hips begin to grind down, down, down against his fingers. âwasnât him.â
âthen who?â
âyou,â she gasps. âoh fuck, right there.âÂ
din stills, drops his hand from her face, straightens his spine. he slides his hand from her warmth and stares at her, dumb, mute, ears ringing. âwhat?â
itâs her turn to be pissed. she frowns, squirming against the door. âwhy did you stop? i was gonnaââ
âwhat did you say?â
maybe itâs something in his tone, or something on his face, but her expression clears, and she stops writhing. she tilts her head in earnest then says, âit was you, din. iâmâfuck, iâm always wet around you.â
he blinks.
âyou make me so hot and bothered. itâs completely unprofessional, but, shit, you alwaysââ she shakes her head, and a lock of hair falls in front of her her eyes. he resists the urge to tuck it behind her ear. âi can practically feel you stripping me with your eyes all class, and it should piss me off, but it makes me so fucking wet.â
âi thought youââ he snaps his mouth shut, unsure of where the sentence might lead.Â
for a simple moment, a long moment, he stares at her. she stares at him. in the hallway, he can hear her next class shuffling about, making tea in the kitchenette, gossiping and chattering like old crows.Â
he grabs a fistful of her tank top and yanks her forward. she doesnât have time to gasp before heâs swallowing her surprise with his mouth. her hands fumble on his shoulders, his hips, the waistband of his shorts.
âdonât have long,â he huffs.
âitâs enough.â she pushes his shorts down as he wiggles the tight band of her leggings over her ass.
his tongue smoothes over hers, gentle and soft, as he lifts from beneath her ass and pushes her back against the wall. he kisses her as deeply as he can, says everything he can with his lips. he hopes she understands.
when she wraps her manicured fingers around his cock, he almost shatters. he mouths over her jaw, down her neck, sucking on her pulse point.
âbe quick,â she whispers, lining the leaking head of him at her entrance.Â
tonight, he wonât have a problem with that.
face hidden in the crook of her neck, he slides to the hilt of her in one easy thrust. she threads one hand through his hair, grips the thick strap of his own tank with her other hand. her legs lock around his back.
âso fucking tight,â he mutters.Â
âfuck, din.âÂ
he drags his cock out before slamming it back in her pussy. her back thumps against the wall, her cunt gives another wet squelch, din sees stars.Â
itâs a quick tumble. din hardly removes his cock after that initial thrust. short, snappy thrusts, his pubic bone brushing against her sensitive clit. she clenches down hard on his length, her breasts bouncing against his chest as she holds onto his shoulders for support. sheâs gasping, whining in his ear. heâs talking, unaware of his own words.
âhate when you play that game, girl. your mine. this pussy is mine.â he grinds his cock upwards, and a sliver of a moan falls from behind her lips. âyou know that right? say it. say you know it.â
she nods, and when he squeezes her hips, she breathes out a hurried, âi know it.â
âshit fuck, you are tight.â
âfor you, baby. just for you.â
din cums. he would be embarrassed, but the orgasm rips through him like a shockwave, quick and devastating. he bites down on her shoulder to keep from crying out. she removes the hand gripping the curls at the base of his neck and finds her clit, rubbing frantic circles over the swollen bud until she too must bite her tongue to hide any evidence of her pleasure. dinâs cock stirs when the warmth of her cum gushes around his length.
she laughs at that, smooths sweaty hair away from his forehead. âno time.â
din wants to kiss her, but he doesnât. he only kisses her when they find another after class, desperate for a quick fuck. his window has closed, but his lips tingle with desire.
theyâre quiet as they return their clothes to rights. she runs a paper towel under the sink, smoothes it over the inside of her thighs and the outer-shell of her pussy. she catches him staring in the reflection of the faded mirror.
âthey may be old, but i know they know what cum smells like.â
din huffs.
they walk side-by-side to the door of the studio. the clock hanging at the opposite end of the office reads near seven. sheâs late, but only just.
at the door of the studio, she turns. her mouth opens; he leans forward, heart hammering in his chest. someone inside calls her name when she cracks the door open, half-inside, half-protected by his bulk, his warmth.
she looks over her shoulder at the sound, and the look on her faceâthat vulnerable look, the one heâs never seen beforeâfades. âsee you next week?â
din nods. âyeah...â a lump rises in his throat. ânext week.â
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Alpha Omega
Pairings: Colson x Reader
Warnings/Tags: alcohol, drunk, attempted rape (colson saves you before ANYTHING happens), potentially triggering dialogue about it the next morning, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, squirting đŚ
A/N: Inspired by a weird dream I had and a real tweet I read, the person Jake in the fic was actually Jake Paul in my dream (ew). If you think the beginning backstory may trigger you and just want to read their friendship turn to lovers/smut, then scroll to the 2ND time skip marked with stars (***)
College mid-terms were finally over, which meant the same thing every year: the Alpha Omega annual fraternity party! It was the biggest party on campus every year, and even though itâs not really your scene, you decided to attend this year. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms weighing extra heavy on your mind, but you needed an escape. But now, five full drinks and some shots later, you find yourself stumbling around the drink and keg area in the kitchen with a half-empty red solo cup, wondering how the hell you're supposed to find your way back to your dorm to sleep off what was obviously a very poor decision.
âHey pretty thing,â you hear, suddenly feeling an arm slink around your waist.
âDo I know you?â you ask, disoriented and confused as your eyes try to focus on the face of the person touching you.
âThe nameâs Jake,â he shouts over the music, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the main party room. âYou should come back to my room, you look like you need to lay down,â he says with ill-intent, but youâre too intoxicated to argue, letting him lead you up the stairs.
Even though most of your senses are impaired right now, you canât mistake the distinct, pungent smell of weed wafting towards you as Jake escorts you down the hall once the two of you reach the top of the stairs.
âYo, Jake!â a voice shouts from an open door, smoke billowing out as you pass.
âHey Cols, whatâs up?â
âNothing much, man,â he says, blowing a smoke ring as he passes the blunt to his roommate Pete. âWanna hit?â
âMaybe later, gotta get this pretty little thing back to room,â Jake answers.
âAye, she alright? Colson questions, quickly rising to his feet.
âYeah, pal she donât look too good,â Pete coughs.
âNah, man, thatâs fucked up. Sheâs gooone!â Colson says getting a closer look at you. âYou canât talk her back to your room like this. Thatâs just wrong.â
âThe fuck I can!â Jake retorts. âLook,â he says turning to you and lifting your slumped head. âYou wanna go to my room with me donât you, sexy?â
âN-nnoâ You slur, drunkenly shaking your head âYesâ
âSee, she shook her âyesâ,â Jake argues.
âYeah, and her mouth said fuckinâ NO, Dawg!â Colson snaps back.
âListen, Iâm taking her to my room and there ainât shit you can do about it!â
âThe fuck there is!â Colson swings, his closed fist making contact with the side of Jakeâs face, knocking him out cold.
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The next thing you know youâre opening your eyes; an unfamiliar room and bed coming into view. You slowly sit up holding your throbbing head
âHey, youâre awake,â says a soft voice to your right. Quickly, you turn your head in a panic to see a tall blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.
âW-who are you? Where.. Where am I?â you ask on the verge of tears.
âMy name's Colson,â he reaches out for your hand. âI ââ
âDonât touch me!â You yell, scooting backwards pulling the covers up over you when you realize all youâre wearing is a thin, white, mens t-shirt. âWhere are my clothes?â
âAye, yo, itâs not like that. Relax, listen,â he stands with his hands up backing away from you. âI slept on the couch, I just wanted ââ
âWhere are my clothes!?â you demand.
âYou threw up on them,â he answers.
âSo lemme get this right ⌠I threw up and you took off my clo ââ
âNO! No! God no!â he says waving his arms. âMy roommate Pete ââ
âSo your roommate Pete took off my clothesâŚ?â
âNOOO! Please, just listen. I swear I was just trying to help you and keep you safe.â The desperation in his voice causes you to let down your guard a little. âI was saying, my roommate Pete. His girl. She stayed over last night and I asked her to help get you cleaned up and changed. I saw nothing I swear,â he puts his hands up again.
You sit there in silence, confused, trying to process everything he just said.
âYou really donât remember anything from last night? Do you?â He asks, stepping slowly back towards the bed.â
âNo,â you shake your head, disappointed in yourself.
He cautiously begins to sit back down on the edge of the bed then pauses âCan I?âÂ
You nod âyesâ and he takes a seat.
âYo, you were in really rough shape last night. Iâm assuming you had too much to drink?â
âYeah,â you admit looking ashamed.
âAye, weâve all been there. Iâm just glad youâre ok,â he smiles. âMe and my homie Pete were just up here smoking when we seen some dude we know trying to take you back to his room. I could tell you were wrecked. Fuck, you where barely conscious. I tried to tell him how wrong that was but he wouldnât listen so I knocked him the fuck out. I didnât know where your dorm was or if you came to the party with anyone and I wanted to make sure you had a safe place to sleep it off.â
â Thank you. Iâm sorry I jumped to conclusions,â you apologize.
âNah I completely understand,â he accepts your apology. âThatâs why I wanted to be here when you woke up, I figured you might be a little confused.â
âMore than a little,â you let out a small laugh.
Colson cracks a smile, then heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his athletic shorts. âHere, tell you what,â he says, tossing the shorts on the bed. â Imma head out there ââ he points to the door. Let you get dressed and Iâll drive you back to your dorm. Cool?â
âCool,â you answer with a thumbs up and a smile as he steps out the room, closing the door behind him.
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âSeriously, thank you so much,â you say when he pulls up to your dorm.âWhat can I do for you? I feel like I canât thank you enough.â
âNothing. Any respectable man would have done the same thing,â he says.âI can only hope that one day if god forbid my daughter even finds herself in that position that someone would do the same for her.â
âAwww, you have a daughter?â
âYeah,â he smiles like a proud father, lifting his backside from the drivers seat to pull out his wallet. âHer nameâs Casie,â he says opening to her picture. Â
âSheâs beautiful.â
âThank you,â he says, then tucking his wallet back into his pocket. âShe lives with her mom but I still see her all the time.â
âIâm glad. You seem like youâd be a great father.â you smile. âThanks again,â you add, stepping out of the car.
âHey, ummm, wait,â he calls out the car window as you walk towards your dorm.
âYeah?â you turn back to face him.
âAinât you in that bitch Mrs. Pearsonâs creative writing class with me?â
âOh yeah,â you thought he looked familiar. âYou usually sit up in the back row right?â
âIf you mean âtake a nap in the back rowâ, then yeah thatâs meâ, he laughs.
âWell see you bright and early tomorrow then I guess,â you smile.
âYeah, see ya,â he smiles back before driving off.
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The two of you became quite close after that. Gradually moving your seats closer and closer to be near each other in class and pairing up for projects together. You even got to meet his daughter Casie briefly once before her mom picked her up from their weekend visit. You spent a lot of your free time together.It was amazing how you could do absolutely nothing when you were together yet there was no awkward silence or moments: much like right now where you're both hanging out in your dorm just laying on your bed scrolling aimlessly through your phones.
âOh my god why are men so stupid?â You blurt out in laughter, showing him a tweet on your phone. âThis dude really had the audacity to make a whole ass thread about how to eat pussy but he obviously has no clue what heâs talking about; girls donât squirt out of their clits!â No wonder girls never cum and have to fake it. Yaâll mother fuckers donât even know where the clit IS, and Iâm pretty sure squirting is just something made up by the porn industry cuz that shit never happens in real life.â
âAye, nah I hope you aint including me in that, cuz lemme tell you, ya boy knows where the clit is! My girls always cum,â he smirks.Â
âYeah, okay,â you roll your eyes. âHow do you know theyâre not faking?â
âCuz squirting ainât made up, that shits VERY real! Maybe not every time but it has happened so I know they werenât faking,â he smiles. âYou mean to tell me a guy has never made you cum?
âUhn uhâ you shake your head no.
âAnd youâve never squirt... even ..uhh..by yourself...or with whatever toys you chicks use?â
âI mean Iâve cum alone, but never squirt. No,â you admit blushing. You and Colson have never discussed anything sexual with each other before.
âThatâs bananas, dawg!â he exclaims, slapping the bed.
The room grows quiet, the silence feeling awkward for the first time in your whole friendship.
âAye, uh you trust me right?â Colson breaks the silence
âYeah, of course, with my life!â you exclaim.âWhy?â
âTrust me enough to uhmm...show you what I can do?â
âAre--are you saying you wanna â â
âI wanna make you cum,â he blurts out, cutting you off. âIf- if youâll let me that is.â
âI...Uhmm..I..â, you stumble while thinking it over.
âSorry⌠uhhh letâs just forget this whole conversation, okay?â he says ashamed, thinking he made you uncomfortable.
âWhy not,â you blurt out nonchalantly.
âWait!, why not, like⌠like you ⌠you wanna ââ
You silently shake your head yes biting your lip.
âOh shit! For real?â He says in surprise, getting up off the bed. âUhh, câmere,â he calls you over to the edge of the bed.
You do as you're told crawling over to the edge, sitting with your legs dangling off the bed. âYou know, you donât gotta go easy with me,â you smirk waiting for him to make his next move.
âGood, I wasnât planning on it,â he says, immediately flipping you over and yanking your panties off from under your dress.
âUgh you boys are all the same,â you groan looking back at him assuming heâs just gonna start fucking you from behind. âHavenât any of you even heard of foreplay?â
âDonât tell me no oneâs ever eaten your pussy from the back before?â he questions, kneeling down behind you.Â
With both hands he grabs your ass making it jiggle for him before delving his tongue between your folds, his tongue exploring every crevice. You gasp at the sensation and feel his muffled laugh buzz against your core, intensifying your pleasure. Gripping your ass tighter, he alternates between plunging a firm, pointed tongue in and out of your wet slit and assaulting your clit with a series of rapid fire kitten licks. Your legs weaken with each lash of his tongue, your body slowly collapsing against the bed.
âKeep that ass up, girl,â he pauses briefly to say. You try with all your might but itâs no use; Colson has reduced your legs to a pile of jello. Roughly he tosses you onto your back, spreads your thighs open and gets back to work. Keeping his tongue focused on your clit, he slides two fingers deep inside of you, his lengthy digits perfectly pressing against your G spot. âI can feel this pussy tightening around my fingers, I know you're close, right?â He pauses to ask cockily.
All you can manage is to nod, âyesâ, your bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you look down locking eyes with colson; the fiery passion in them is a stark contrast to their ice blue hue.
Colson quickens the pace of his fingers, the sloshing of your wetness audible as he brings you closer to the edge. Then resting his free hand on your mound he gently pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb exposing the most sensitive part sending your body into convulsions when he rapidly flicks his tongue against it.
âColson, FUCK!!! â you scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you. âOh my god... oh my god,â you chant in pleasure and shock as you realize youâre actually squirting. Colson doesnât miss a beat continuing to work you through your high, relishing in the mess you're making all over his face and fingers. When you finally stop twitching he removes his fingers and sits up with a smug look. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his glistening face with it, then tosses it on the floor and hurriedly starts undoing his belt.
âYou didnât think I was just gonna stop at one, did you?â He says cockily pulling himself from his boxers. âAwhh, fuck yeah, sooo wet and tight,â he groans as he pushes in, then bringing his hand between your two bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he thrusts.
âMhmmmhhmm,â you moan, the bundle of nerves still sensitive from your prior orgasm.
âTold ya I could make you feel good,â he teases, his breath ghosting over that one reactive spot on your neck just behind your ear, causing you to let out a little squeak. âYou like that?â He laughs, nipping at the same spot while his hips roll in like the tide, crashing repeatedly against the shore of your pelvis. He nips and kisses along your jawline making his way to your mouth, harshly tugging your bottom lip with a groan. Your tongue reaches out, searching for him as he pulls back.
âFucking tease,â you whimper.
âThat desperate to taste yourself on me?â He chaffs.
To be honest youâre desperate for everything heâs giving you right now; youâre body has never felt such pleasure. So when he offers his mouth back to you, you happily welcome the tart taste of yourself still present on his ravenous tongue. Your mouths move in a hungry rhythm, following suit with your hips. Your breaths and moans echo each others, increasing in speed and volume as climax nears. He can tell youâre so so close and he knows just how to get you there. He grabs your legs pulling you flush against him and throws your legs over his shoulder, keeping your thighs pinned to his chest with both arms as continues to pound you.
âMhmmm⌠Yeah, Yeah, Fuck me! Fuck me!â you whine needily clawing at the sheets as you enjoy his cock from a whole new angle, slamming into your g-spot at the perfect tempo. Itâs just a few more thrusts until he has you completely undone, cumming for the second time today.
âJesus Christ, Colsonâ you moan breathily as you ride it out.
âUghggg,â he grunts loudly, quickly pulling out, your legs falling to hips as he finishes on your stomach.Â
âCanât believe you were out here talkinâ âbout men donât know where the clit is and no man ever made you cum,â he says mockingly after he catches his breath. âNah, girl, you just been fucking with some losers. Gotta get you a real man like me.âÂ
âWell looks like I got myself one now,â you smirk. â because we will definitely be doing that again!â
âAwhhh shiiiit,â he says loudly, his hand covering his smile. â Got you addicted to this dick already, huh?â He teases.
âShut up,Colson-,â you laugh, chucking a pillow at him â- and go get me something to clean off my stomach.â
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