#FOR TIL COCK!!!!

[angel-in-your-basement]

I am so obsessed right now. I can’t stop thinking about his hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about his fingers in my mouth. I daydream about worshipping his cock. I think about the way he sounds when he’s cumming. I watch the videos we took over and over and think about how good his cock felt stretching me out. I want to be under him again so badly. I need his cock. I need to be his toy. I would do anything for him to let me cum on his cock again.

[peachdues]

on that note, I always said I wasn’t going to write yandere content (because personally I would end up dead because I simply could NOT be controlled like that) but something about yandere!Kyojuro is making my coochie flutter so. Yeah. The notes app is open.

[fleurbies]

harry collett for calvin klein

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

literally been trying to post my secret santa thing on and off for hours but my damned everything is making it so tumblr won't load any images i try to attach :(

[acidiccunt]

im having daddy bring me my plugs while im at work so that my asshole starts to get warmed up for him to fuck and gape by the time i get home hehehehe

[assless-chapstick]

BABY JOHN HEADCANONS

not like baby baby but like he's MY baby yk? my babygirl as a baby before he was babygirl when he was a little baby boy

• When the gang gets John - cuz let's be real, they get him the way one gets a puppy or a case of smallpox - he's fresh off that attempted hanging. It was more of a lynching than anything, an impromptu eye-for-an-eye killing after John shot a feller with his own god damned gun. What made a twelve year old mad enough, scared enough to kill, and how'd he manage to grab the guys gun? Kid won't say

• kid won't say much of anything, really. The gang had a disgraced doctor running with them at the time, a guy so hooked on his own cures and tinctures you wouldn't trust him to diagnose a hole in the head, and he said the noose had crushed John's larynx. Sure, the boy can still talk, but it ain't ever gonna sound the same and for the first lil while it'll be hard as hell, but he should be able to. So why don't he?

Doc says maybe the lynching, lack of oxygen to the brain made him go daft cuz just look at him, ain't a thought behind those eyes.

But Dutch, he has faith, he knows.

I think just the fear and trauma after the incident sent John to a pretty rough place and he went nonverbal for a space of six or nine months. Not right after, maybe, but in the following days and weeks - enough they got a name out of him, an age (he said 12 but he's got the stature of an eight year old, not nearly enough meat on his bones), a little bit of a story. "Where's your daddy, boy?" Dead. "And yer mama?" Dead.

• John was always told his ma was a lady of the night, knocked up on accident and dead in childbirth. He came out with the cord around his neck and his ma bled out before they could even untangle him.

There'd been a picture, though he'd never had the courage to ask his father about it, drunk and angry as he was. A young woman with round features and hooded eyes, long dark hair parted in the center and braided, his father's hand resting gently on her shoulder, both posed like a portrait.

(john is métis/mixed indigenous and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead fuckin hands)

• in the winter john is so small and skinny he gets too cold at night and Arthur begrudgingly is like "FINE you can share with me" and so they share a bed until John is like 16 fjjfbfbf way too old to be sharing but imho John is a bit of a late bloomer and sort of, not a mamas boy but just kind of a baby yk?? Arthur is like "dontcha think it's time you got your own tent or something?" and John's like "No." and just walks away and Arthur is like "AT LEAST YER OWN COT??"

• john is reptilian in his search for heat he just wants to be warm ever since they got him he's crawled into Arthur's jacket whatever chance he gets

• during that first year especially, John was clingy and strange.... after a particularly terrible bathing experience (Susan is great but she's fastidious about personal hygiene and if water goes above John's navel he starts to freak) Arthur is just posted up by the fire with John sat between his knees, tucked into his jacket as they sit in silence mutually brooding... and John reaches up to rub the stubble on Arthur's jawline as a way of like, stimming n self soothing and Arthur would stop him cuz it's weird but he feels those boney little shoulders loosen and John says something, and he never says Anything so Arthur knows it's a big deal... so he just let's John keep doing it after that

• Susan is highly against taking in a child when they first bring John around - maybe because she thinks the main childcare duties will fall to her, or because she doesn't trust the gang to be a safe place for a kid - and this manifests as a little bit of short-temperedness towards him. it's not unusual, she's kind of a Bitch on the best days, but she's cold towards him at first... and I don't think anything Happens, per sé, no big event, just over time she sees he's a damaged boy in need of mothering and that's a part of herself she tried to kill a long time ago... but he brings it out of her. She nags him to cut his hair but brushes it out for him anyway; she'll share an apple with John if no one's looking, peeling it and quartering it and sneaking him a piece. She'll complain about the food - "God this stew is terrible what's in it? Rat meat? Here John, you finish it" - because sometimes good food is scarce and he's a growing boy and she sees his hungry frame, remembers how he used to steal and hoard food in the early days. They almost always have enough but she wants him to have more than enough. She reads to him, and then when he's learned to she gets him to read to her. A damp cloth on the forehead when he's laid low with fever, maybe a soft lullaby if she thinks no one's around...

• at age 12 John has a smoking habit. I don't know if this is unusual for the era or not and I dont know what the gang thinks of it but the kid loves his tobacco

• in fact John rolls his own cigarettes and, when he's young, that's primarily how he earns his keep - those tiny little kid's hands did a great job and he ends up getting the chore foisted on to him from everyone fndbbdf ( prerolled cigarettes had been invented only 7 years prior)

• at agw john also unfortunately loves to drink. I don't know if this was unusual for the era but I'm sure Hosea and Susan and even Dutch had something to say about it

and I think that's all I got in my head for now fellers.... thanks for reading mister....

[macskasbacsi]

i got some glutinous rice flour bc i want to try that mochi red bean rice cake thing, wish me luck

[wri0thesley]

I know gepard is packing btw

[eclipsesalign]

sometimes i feel bad but then i think about the american woodcock and everything's okay again

[kakushino]

I got more thirsts for ya! Don't think I forgot about the silent dom Kokushibo! Feeling softer about him today after Aizetsu. He looked down at you, towering over your smaller form as you took his cock between those pretty lips. You were doing so well, taking him deeper into your mouth, looking up at him through your lash line. He tangled his fingers into your hair, guiding you further onto his length, a groan rolling in his broad chest. "You are doing well, my blossom." Kokushibo spoke softly, pulling you off of him, your sparkling eyes looking into his own, confusion dancing in them. "Do not worry. Just follow my directions." "Yes, sir." You spoke sweetly, Kokushibo feeling pride swell within him. He trained you well on how you should address him behind closed doors. "Good girl. Lay down on the futon. Spread your legs." He hummed, satisfaction filling his eyes as you got into position for him, the Upper Moon kneeling down between your legs and throwing open your yukata, having decided to rip your obi to shreds, eliciting a gasp from you. His hungry gaze raked over you. "Beautiful." He uttered before he descended upon you, large hands roaming the soft skin of your body. You let out soft whines as he began to lavish your chest with attention, lovebites being placed onto your neck and chest, nearly making you a statement piece of sorts. If that was his goal, then his message would simply read "mine." Kokushibo's lips trailed lower and lower down your body, pausing at your dripping core. You squealed as he ran his tongue through your folds, a deep moan leaving him at your taste. "Divine." He spoke, diving back in and burying his face in your cunt, licking wide stripes up and down your pussy, gathering you on his tongue before suckling on your clit. You clamped your thighs around his head, your moans and cries for him bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. He took pleasure in your bliss, though soon pulled away, looking down at your panting form. "Are you ready for the next step?" "Y-yes, sir...please...I-I...I need you..." You whined out, your begging going straight to Kokushibo's dick, all of his eyes darkening as he looked at you, leaning back on his knees. "Hands and knees, face down. Present yourself to me, just like the little whore you begged like." The night was young, his stamina infinite. He made sure to breed you full of his cum. You smelled heavily of him when he brought you with him to the next upper moon meeting. You were marked inside and out, and they all knew. You were Kokushibo's. -🍶

*moans*

[bevika]

Kissing him tenderly & slowly rubbing our dicks together as stress relief💓

[periodically-puzzled]

💖❌🤗🧠 (poison ivy) ✅

Swatting the shuttlecock back over the net.

💖 What made you start writing?

i've been writing since i was a tiny little baby puzzle. if i'm gonna psychoanalyze my childhood i guess it was a combination of an overactive imagination, a need for escapism, and a desire to be heard and give myself a voice.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

i never say never but i straight up can't handle a slow burn. i really can't. i get way too impatient.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

write what you want to write, even if what you want to write feels super duper niche. i guarantee you there is an audience for it, and you'll be happier working on projects you like. also please remember you can orphan/abandon/pause a project if it doesn't spark joy anymore and write something else that does. this is a hobby. engage with it like one.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

pam is autistic. there's just no way she isn't. harley/ivy is adhd/autism solidarity.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

twist endings. i love me a good twist.

[harperenchantrix]

I answer all your questions! Why do I love being a cocktease? The power, obviously.

[highlifeboat]

Mia and Bela could bond over random/inconvenient boners, tbh. Like yeah, it's a bit weird to talk about such things with your parent(s) sometimes, but other times it's just nice to have someone who understands the struggle and won't laugh *at* you for it, but maybe make you laugh *about* it, instead. For example: I could totally see Mia threatening her dick to behave out loud, vs the mental "Damn it not know, calm down why the fuck are you even awake THERE IS NOTHING SEXY HERE" brain spiel some have when those strike.

I love this concept of Mia going "Listen here you little shit-" to her own dick because it decided to stand at attention out of nowhere.

Also that her and Bela just kinda.. talk about this stuff. Like, Mia is kind of the only person who understands Bela's situation in general (transwoman solidarity and all that), so, as awkward as it may be to talk to a parental figure about this stuff, hearing Mia tell stories of "And this bitch decides to stand like we're about to sing the Pledge of Elegance while I'm in class-" and sharing her own awkward moments probably gives her some peace of mind.

It's a thing Bela's kind of accepted she has to deal with for... as long as she has to. But then she has Mia going "I'm almost 40, and it still happens so. We're both doomed." Which is... somewhat comforting when Bela has lived/been close to nothing but AFAB people her whole life who don't really get it. (And God knows she's not talking to her uncles about this)

[mccleans]

how do u get fired before you even start your job

[maretriarch]

everytime im beating myself up over being unproductive (which is always) the icarly ytp line thats like "you will do nothing-EVAR" plays in my head