#I wanna DEEP DIVE in blogs

[je--ne-regrette--rien]

I fucking hate how I reblog something while being in a blog and the app refreshes me to the TOP????

[daily-hanamura]

[autistic-shaiapouf]

What's your opinion on Meruem x Pouf? :3

I saw this ask come in yesterday but wanted to wait until I had enough time to give it my full attention 👀

The short answer is that I support it with a resounding yes courtesy of the illustrious @ravenfeet222 👀✌️💖

The long answer is gonna give me a lot of space to talk about pouf which is why I wanted to wait to answer this 😭 Gonna live up to the url for just a moment 👀

ALRIGHT SO, let's talk about pouf for just a second. I truly do feel that a LOT of people missed the major points of pouf's character just because his arc had a lot of negative growth, plus the more flamboyant aspects of his character also seem to have made some people write him off U_U I've done a few large scale analysis pieces on him but I'm gonna reiterate a few points for the sake of the discussion at hand, and they're all points about how pouf interacts with and perceives the world around himself.

Pouf is afraid. It's explicitly said in canon multiple times that as the arc progresses, he understands everyone around himself less and less and grows increasingly more afraid of all the change. Pouf is also emotionally disregulated, he shows intense anger, he cries like his heart is breaking, all with little prompting. One thing I clung to was a line that seemed to be treated like a joke - pouf commenting that soldiers had no need for memory or emotions, ironic coming from the most emotional character in the arc, but what I believe it hints is that pouf doesn't view his own emotions as out of line. He thinks he's acting in a perfectly reasonable manner and minimizes his emotional expression to not conflict with his own personal image of being a perfect soldier (on his good days - there's still plenty where he thinks very poorly of himself).

Okay so pouf is afraid and he struggles! Where do we take this? My argument is gonna get a little shaky bc I'm a pouf scholar and haven't studied meruem to the same extent but I'm not gonna let that stop me 👀 In my eyes, meruem's arc progresses in an opposite manner to pouf's - meruem grows more stable and trusting while pouf feels increasingly more suspicious and borderline paranoid of the world around himself; meruem's desires become more grounded while pouf's grow increasingly more frantic and based in fear. They counteract each other in ways that would be conducive to each other's growth, with special regards to meruem acting as an anchor for pouf's fears and general anxiety about the world. Meruem, judging from his earlier-arc interactions, could still get caught up in his mind similar to pouf, but focusing on asking himself what he's meant to be doing, what his purpose is, and pouf would easily draw him out of that. I'd also like to believe that, somewhere in there, pouf learns to be more of an individual, likely with a little help from meruem pushing him towards his interests and helping him grow beyond what pouf initially considers to be his purpose.

I'm not generally someone who cares much for shipping (as someone who's aro and ace, though I do have very contrasting feelings for specific fictional guys lmao) but I can definitely see the dynamic between the two growing into something mutually supportive if both of them were given time to grow (which canon didn't do U_U). Let this also be my way of saying that I have strong opinions on the ants and the caa as a whole and I wish I saw it get discussed in a greater capacity but you can't win them all, I put out what I can and am always glad to be asked about them 😤 Also I just think that pouf deserves to be happy, the man entered a mental health spiral and dropped dead imagining himself as a failure; he's. very personally important to me and to see him get put in a situation where he can start to recover and become healthier means a lot to me, so that's also a bonus ✨️

[imprisons-notactive]

working on my carrd fr this time but it came 2 me in a thought. i'm going to be cringe and free. deleting my blogs (NOT THIS ONE dw) because i have no muse for astarion or any of my junk...

[eruukat-art]

haiiiii sorry to have gone into hiatus once again....... real life + mental illness hit me like a sledgehammer so ive mostly been making vocal synths in sims 4 since its free now. heres a love mail themed clingy boy piece ive been working on for the past couple of months !! im hoping 2 add some rainbows to the bg at the end :3c id love 2 have a ver w extra details (cute nail polish, hairclips, full on babygirlification) but we’ll see how much energy i end up w........ 

[vampirejerma]

it's hard having mutuals in jermatumblr when half of the blogs i see are actual fucking freaks /neg like PLEASE be normal

[acapelladitty]

i am BEGGING for black mask x reader + choking kink. i wanna read about getting strangled by that unstable man.

Begging will get you far on this blog 😉😈

Breathless

Summary: Black Mask decides to spend some time with his number one gal.

(tw for: strangulation, rough sex, anal, dom/sub, mild sadism, free use dynamics, degradation/humiliation)

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Being Roman's number one gal had its perks and having your legs spread across his knees as you bounced your ass on his lap ranked up there with the best of them.

As soon as you entered his office and felt his eyes trawling across the low cut of your dress paired with his hand as it quickly dropped to cup as his clothed cock, you knew what he wanted.

His hands had been everywhere as you stood before him. Delving within the dress to cup roughly at your tits as he pulled them out and allowed them to hang freely. Diving up the short hemline to stroke his manicured fingers along the soft cotton on your panties as he growled and ripped them free of your skin, the elastic burning your hips where it was torn off.

What'd I tell you about these, princess? A real waste of time.

Sorry, sir.

Maybe you need a reminder of who makes the rules around here.

His fingers had fumbled with the top drawer of his desk, pulling free a small bottle of lube which made your heart stutter for a moment as arousal flooded your gut.

You knew what that meant.

Patting his thigh invitingly, he had wasted no time in freeing his cock from his slacks and stroking himself hard - grunting as you slipped atop his lap and perched carefully on his knees. Your tits in his face, his blunt teeth sunk themselves into the sensitive flesh as his fingers spread a thin coat of lube across his cock before applying the same to the rim of your ass; his regular use of all your holes making the skin there slightly puffy and ready to accept his cock whenever and wherever.

Without any foreplay or preparation, he had entered your ass, sinking himself deeply into your warm hole as you cried out in pain - the searing discomfort never any easier as he forced you to stretch and ache around him while he enjoyed the tight fit.

"Hurts, Sir." You gasp out, trying to relax and reduce the burn which made your eyes water.

"Good." Roman growls in response as his attention falls to his dark tie, fingers quickly unknotting the material as he pulls it free of his shirt. "For you anyway. It means that I still have a use for you. When these worthless holes are too loose to be any good to fuck then I'll need to find some other way to amuse myself with you."

Shuddering as he wraps his tie around your neck, you tilt your head back to allow him easier access - a move which earns you a rumble of approval as you bounce lightly on his cock. He's not gentle with the material, rapidly pulling it taut against your throat as he loops the end within his fist, almost like a leash.

"Fuck yourself on my cock and maybe I'll let your breathe once I've come."

Already feeling the pressure, you settle your hands on the arms of his chair as you pick up the pace of your movements - rapidly drawing yourself up so only the bulbous head of his cock is trapped within your ass before dropping down again to feel the burning stretch as it sparks a deep, discomforting ache in your hole. Knowing that his grip would only tighten, your movements are sloppy as you attempt to please him.

You struggle to pull in a full breath, each inhale and exhaled shaky as they fight to get past the material which is constricting your throat. A pounding sensation in your head makes the sensations all the stronger and you scream out a choked noise of anguish as rough, unseen fingers drop to pinch at your neglected clit.

"Is that what you need, baby? You want me to hurt you like this so you can come?"

And he's right. Between the ache in your ass and the sharp, almost lightning like sensation of his fingers pulling and pinching at your most sensitive nub, you can feel the arousal dripping freely from your cunt as it makes a mess of his slacks. But no matter how aroused you are or how tightly your toes curl against your own feet, it's not enough to make you come as fear prevents you from reaching that peak - knowing what the consequences are for coming without his say so.

A warm mouth adds to your hell, his lips latching around the tits which are bouncing in his face as you ride him. His mask is ice cold against your skin and you shiver as he pulls you closer with a vicious tug on the tie. A shiver which dissolves into a muted cry as his teeth clamp around your right nipple as pull at it roughly - not enough to draw blood but enough to make your body want to curl away from it.

"Si-sir, please." You choke out, the words barely legible as you begin to feel slightly light headed.

"What's wrong? Gonna come for me, whore? Do it then. Show me how much you like it when I hurt you."

Whimpering out something pathetic, your cunt clamps around his cock like a vice as his words give you the permission that you've been waiting for. The reaming pain of his cock in your ass pairing with both his cruel fingers pinching your clit and the lack of oxygen making every nerve in your body feel heightened proves too much and you come hard; your bound fingers scrambling and tearing at each other as you unleash a muted scream and drip your mess to his velvet slacks.

He's merciless as you come, chasing his own pleasure as he slams his cock into your ass without care. So lost in your own violent orgasm, you barely feel the heat of his release as he growls and floods your stinging ass with his cum.

Vision darkening, you almost sob with relief as he loosens the tie with two fingers - allowing you to inhale desperate gulps of oxygen as you fight a sudden wave of nausea. A mess in every since of the word, you almost miss Roman's next comments as he glances down at the state of his slacks and growls.

"You filthy cunt! Look what you've done to my clothes." His hand snakes up to lock around your neck, the resuming pressure making you whimper as he pulls your face close to his own - his blazing eyes shining from his onyx face. "I'll give you one minute to think of a way to make it up to me or I'll whip you so badly I'll have to buy in Elliott to fix you up again."

[milla-frenchy]

Wolf like me - part 2

3k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: trying to understand your relationship with Joel, you awkwardly stir up his possessiveness Warnings: 18+ mdni. Darkish. Mentions of somnophilia and anal, manhandling, oral (f/m), cum eating, slapping, spitting, biting, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, piv, ass play, a little blood. Self abandonment, toxic relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, reader is looking for pain, Joel is not particularly nice and not caring either, angst. No age specified. a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for the beautiful edit of Joel with the wolf 😍🔥and for beta-ing me, as usual. ILY 💕🫶

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part 1

His feet were firmly planted on the ground, as his cock was sinking between your folds. His eyes locked with yours, he was pounding you against the front door. 

You heard his heavy footsteps when you knocked, and he grabbed your arm as soon as he opened the door, then closed it back with the palm of his hand. Without waiting for you to put your things down, he pushed you against the door. He groaned, his forehead against yours.

He knelt down and pulled down your pants and panties, growling into your crotch as he took in your scent. His tongue slipped between your folds, eager to collect your wetness, which had begun to soak into the fabric of your underwear as soon as you walked up the stairs.

“Already soaked for me”, he murmured between two breaths. And you dug your fingers into his brown curls, as if you wanted him to devour you even more. Even if he couldn't be any closer. He grabbed one of your calves to lift your leg, placed your thigh  on his shoulder and his tongue impatiently lapped at your pussy. He ran it flat, over and between your folds, then fucked you with it. You were already moaning, quickly becoming sensitive to his way of eating you. It was wild, feral. As if you were there to fill one of his needs. He pushed three fingers into your pussy, and his tongue swirled against your clit.

“Fuck, Joel”, you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building deep inside you. He growled again, as if your words bothered him. But you knew now that they only turned him on more.

As soon as you came, your pussy clenching on his fingers, he replaced them abruptly with his tongue, diving it deep between your folds. He wanted to feel you cum on his tongue. The pleasure had seized you so quickly that you were dizzy. When your spasms stopped, you were so shaky that you could barely stand on your feet. After getting up he didn’t bother to wipe his mouth and his chin, both dripping, and already, his tongue was searching for yours. Mixing your wetness with your saliva and his. His beard rubbed against your skin, and you loved feeling the raw contact. He was wearing only jeans that he quickly pulled down under his cock and his balls, and his thick fingers gripped his shaft, guiding it into your depths.

And now he was pounding you, quickly, his hands tight on your thighs wrapped around his waist. You gripped his shoulders with your hands to hold him against you and feel his warmth, but he grunted, “Wanna look at you while you’re taking my cock.” His piercing gaze was plunged into yours, as if he was probing your soul. His intensity made it barely impossible to hold his glance. His cock pierced you with every thrust of his hips, so violently that you no longer knew whether you felt pleasure or pain. But you didn't care. You just wanted to feel something, and that was what he was giving you. He lowered his pace and tilted his pelvis, now thrusting against your G spot, at a slower but deeper rhythm. You bit your lip and he smirked.

“Can feel your cunt squeezing me.”

You closed your eyes as you felt the wave grow, ready to break through your entire body, while he kept thrusting. You opened your eyes, and his gaze was still on you. “Look at that little cunt, ready to cum on my fat cock…yeah, give it to me.”

You moaned louder, and bit your lip to the point that the taste of iron had now invaded your mouth.

“I know, it’s too much for that tight cunt, right? Fuck…”

Your pussy clenched and you whimpered, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Emotions and sensations, so strong that you lost yourself in them and in the feelings you had for him now. When he saw them in your eyes, he shook his head and buried his face in your neck, breathing in deeply as his nose rubbed against your delicate skin, before biting it. When you cried out as his teeth dug into your flesh, you felt him freeze. He was close.

He pulled out, grunting “kneel” and you presented your open mouth to him, just in time for the hot spurts of cum to warm it. His fist clenched your hair as he dragged the tip of his twitching cock over your soiled tongue.

You fell asleep in his bed, just feeling him cover you with a blanket. Many times, you had fallen asleep in his apartment, woken up in the middle of the night by the feeling of his thick cock roughly sliding in your pussy and spreading your folds, using you like a rag doll, whose limbs and body were controlled by his movements. And you clung to him fearing that he would let you go, while he couldn't do without your pussy tighting on his shaft, barely managing to hold back from cumming inside you, and shooting his cum onto your stomach or anywhere else at the last moment.

But that morning you woke up not having been fucked during the night, and his side of the bed was cold. You felt empty. You pushed back the blanket to inspect your arms and legs, looking for the slightest trace of bruising. Then your hips, where faint marks remained, from the last time he had held on to them as he thrusted his cock into you. You couldn’t remember if it was in your pussy or your ass. The erased traces of his fingers buried in your flesh only made the void inside you grow.

You saw each other several times after the day he had held you in his arms the last time. But he hadn’t shown you any other signs of affection since.

When you left his apartment, the raindrops on your cheeks were mixing with your tears.

Later that day, you met Robert at the usual meeting point, and you saw Marlene leaving discreetly. He gave you some supplies and asked you to bring them to one of his guys near the guardhouse. 

Once there, you felt a gaze on you and you turned around. Joel’s dark stare was fixed on you, and he didn’t flinch when yours landed on him. Why would he? He had been a hunter, a wild beast, since the beginning. And all you wanted was to be his prey. Even more than usual, as the days and months passed. So you brushed against the arm of the man you were talking to, whose first name you didn’t care about, while in your head you could only hear your mind repeating “Joel.” You smiled a little more than you usually would have when that guy said something kind to you. And when he leaned over to whisper something in your ear, you let him, hoping that Joel was still watching.

You left, heading towards your apartment. You had only taken a few steps when he grabbed you. You knew it was him, the moment he clasped your wrist. He pinned you against the alley wall, your cheek against the brick, and his cock against your ass. Already hard. The sleeves of his blue denim shirt were rolled up and your eyes were fixed on his forearm veins, when he held your wrist firmly against the wall.

“Fuckin’ slut. My cock’s not enough?”

He chuckled when you stuck your ass out towards him.

“Ain’t gonna fuck you here. You’re really ready to take it anywhere.”

He grabbed your arm, leading you with a firm hand to his apartment. You tried to keep up with him, but he walked fast and you were forced to trot alongside him.

“Hurry the fuck up”, he barked at you, when you were going up the stairs. You felt his impatience, and you were almost afraid for the first time of what was going to happen. Maybe you had gone too far, testing him like that. The post-apocalyptic world brought out basic needs. Eating, sleeping, fucking, owning. And Joel seemed to be the embodiment of that.

When he opened the door and pushed you inside, you stumbled, and almost fell. He closed the door behind you and once he turned back to you he put his hands on his hips. You could see he was trying to calm down, his nostrils flaring from his short, angry breathing.

“Joel, I-”

The look he gave you cut short what you wanted to tell him.

“The fuck was that, outside?”

His eyes were darker than ever and when he took a step forward to approach you, you took a step back.

“Joel…you’re scaring me.”

“You're goddamn right to be scared. ‘Cause I wanna tear you into pieces right now. Wanna fuck you until you pass out, and then, maybe you’ll stop thinking with your cunt.”

“I need you”, you murmured on the verge of tears. “I need you, and you’re not here for me. Not as much as I need. I thought you’d be, after…” Your voice broke.

“After what? After I hugged you? You're a fool, if you think I'll love you. I don’t love, I own. I possess.”

He was already close to you when you realized he had moved, his body against yours and his face lowered towards you. His hand was on your throat.

“I already told you that you belong to me. No one else can have you. So, I’m gonna ask you one last time: what was that, outside?”

His hand tightened on your throat when he asked you that question, and you brought your hands to his, to make him release you, but of course, his grip was too strong. When he withdrew his hand, he didn’t even hide the satisfaction he felt, seeing his mental and physical hold on you.

“I wanted to make you jealous”, you whined. “I wanted you to notice me, to feel something for me.” But he didn't even respond to that, to your desperation. You were emotionally bare in front of him, and he was giving you nothing.

“I’m gonna fuck that cute little face of yours. And when your mouth is full of my cock, at least you’ll stop whining”, he said, undoing his belt before letting it fall to the floor, and then unzipping his jeans. When he took out his cock, you were no longer crying. The idea that he was going to fill you made you forget all your doubts, all your insecurities. You knew, the moment his cock was buried in you, no matter which hole he would use, he would only be yours.

When he began fucking your mouth to the point of making you choke on his cock, you didn't back down. You let him dispose of it as he wished. He hit the back of your throat every time he thrusted in, one hand around your neck to feel his shaft sliding in. Feeling how far he was going. When he released you and let you catch your breath, you begged him “I want you to fill my mouth.”

“I bet you do,” he answered, holding the back of your head with one hand, and fucking his wrist with the other. He thrusted one last time, his balls clenched in his hand as if he wanted to shove them into your mouth too. When he came, his neck swollen and his veins bulging, he managed to say “don’t wanna see a single drop flow." You did as he wanted, swallowing the spurts as he offered them to you, keeping his cock between your lips.

He didn’t make you cum, and you didn’t ask. You didn't try to relieve the pressure between your thighs, either. He showered you, like he did sometimes. Like someone would wash an abandoned dog brought to a shelter. His calloused hands running the soap over every inch of your skin, between every fold, every curve, and rubbing every bone.

He knelt down, reaching your lower stomach, and was turning your body the way he wanted. Facing him, back to him, sideways. He cleaned your feet, bringing them up one after the other as you turned your back to him. He ran his hands over your pussy and leaned you forward. Sometimes he fucked your ass in the shower, helped by the soap. Your desire for him was so strong that you didn't need any more time for him to dive his cock into your tight hole. Your mind was so eager, so dependent on him, on his body, on his cock, that you could take him almost immediately.

He never let you wash him. It had disappointed you at first, as you were eager to touch his body, but now you were used to just looking at him, standing in the shower next to him. Hypnotized by his hands, his body and his skin marked with several scars. You watched him clean his cock. Once you tried to touch it, but he slapped your hand and grunted “no.”

Once clean, you got out of the shower and he always dried you off first. If he was cold, he didn't show it and never complained. Every time you felt your pussy drool, but he never fucked you at that moment. Sometimes though, he ran his hand between your folds and licked his fingers. At most he passed his tongue quickly. But rarely.

Then he fed you. He probably knew that your fridge was often empty. “That fuckin’ Robert doesn’t give you enough food cards or what?” he asked one day. You shrugged your shoulders.

And you were still perplexed by all this, the showering, the feeding. That felt mechanical, as if he had a job to do.

You were in line to send messages when you saw him walk past everyone. He came out a few minutes later, his jaw clenched. When he saw you, he told you to meet him at his apartment after you were done. 

He fucked your mouth, as usual. He ate your cunt, too, but didn’t make you cum. He told you to lie down on his bed. You wondered if he was going to jerk off and cum on your body without fucking you. You couldn't discern his thoughts, even less than usual.

He was standing, facing the bed and looked even more magnificent, more magnetic than usual. Even darker, perhaps, if it was even possible. 

He took his cock in his hand, running his thumb over the precum to spread it over his tip. He was so beautiful, his sexual energy was overwhelming you, so  you slipped your hand down to your pussy and started rubbing your clit while looking at him. He rushed to the bed and swatted your hand away, growling “don’t fucking touch what’s mine.”

His excessive possessiveness continued to fill the void in you and you didn't rebel any more than the other times, waiting to see how he was going to dispose of your body. Wanting to let him use it as he wished to.

When he laid down between your legs, he rubbed his cock between your folds, covering it with your wetness. His fist was clenched in your hair as you sought to catch his gaze with yours. When he pushed his cock half way into your pussy, before pulling back and plunging all the way in, you screamed. “Shut up and let me use you”, he grunted. You spread your thighs for him to go deeper, and he added “yeah, you know what you’re good for.”

Your fingers tight on his biceps, you followed his movements by rolling your hips towards him.

“Deeper, Joel,” you begged. 

"Yeah? You wanna scream, baby doll? Want my cock to help you forget everything else?”

You nodded, biting your lip, as he already picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your skin. Your moans turned into cries when his thrusts went harder. “Every time you cry, you’re even more mine than before,” he said, nestling his nose in the warmth of your neck, his hands gripping your hips. He licked your earlobe, then bit it gently.

"This pussy’s mine. Fuck…You're mine. Say it”, he panted, his lips against your ear.

“I am yours. All yours.” He stopped, balls deep in your pussy, to look at you. You didn't see the slap coming. It wasn't a strong one, but sharp enough to understand that he was pissed.

“I said: this pussy’s mine. You’re mine. Repeat it”, he said again, holding your chin and pouding you again against the mattress.

“My pussy’s yours. I’m yours”, you whimpered.

“I’ll tear apart anyone who touches you. You understand that?”

Tears ran down your cheeks, as in that moment he gave you more than you had ever had or felt.

“Yes. And I want that. I want to be marked by you, however you wanna do it, and I want everyone to know it.”

He grabbed your hair and held your head back against the bed. Neck and throat offered to him, he licked and sucked your skin. You knew you would have several visible hickeys the next day.

“Bite me, Joel.”

“Fuck…” he buried himself completely, holding his cock deep in you. Your head was still held back by his massive hand. He sank his teeth into your neck and bit into the tender flesh. You heard him growl against your neck, and soon you felt your tears streaming down toward your ears. But you didn't want him to stop. You wanted him to taste everything your body could offer him. And when he continued to fuck you, he responded to your silent waiting by licking the evidence of your offerings with his tongue, before giving way to his lips, coming to soothe the bite with kisses. Your tears and blood mixed on his tongue. 

“Touch yourself,” he said, looking at you. You slipped your index finger between his lips and the outline of a smirk was drawn on his lips as he sucked your finger. You then placed it against your clit, and began to caress it delicately. Your other fingers brushed against his cock, and the place where you two became one.

“Come for me…come on my cock.” It was almost like a plea, and it was enough for your orgasm to build. 

“Joel…please don’t stop. I…Fuck…I’m gonna cum.”

When you squeezed his cock, he thought he was going to cum between your folds without having time to pull out. He clenched his jaw so hard that you heard his teeth gnash. He pulled away and grabbed you by the arm, leading you to the dining room table where he bent you over. He pulled one of your knees up onto the wood, spreading you lewdly, and thrusted in, pressing your chest against the table with his hand. He fucked you so hard that your disjointed body was shaking, following his rough movements. You were so wet that all you could hear was the sounds of his sodden cock stuffing your pussy.

He was now growling and grunting, rumbling several “fuck”, while he was pounding you quickly. Spreading your ass cheeks with one hand, you heard the spittle of saliva reach your ass. He pressed his thumb against your tight ring, spreading his saliva, and pushed his finger in. The double stimulation was driving you crazy. Crazy about him, crazy about his whole body, crazy about the sensations you were feeling. Your second orgasm hit you, even stronger than the first one. A breathy “shit” escaped his lips just before he pulled out and shot his load against your asshole. He emptied his balls and collapsed on your body, his cock resting against your ass.

“You’re mine and I must protect you. You understand?" he managed to say between two breaths.

“Yes… yes, Joel.”

Before leaving, he told you not to go near the corner of Stillman and Cross for 24 hours. You didn't ask any questions, and nodded.

When you got home, you couldn't stop smiling. You felt close to him. Protected by him. Nothing could happen to you, he wouldn’t allow it.

When you fell asleep in your bed that night, you could still smell his scent on you.The moon was round and full, and lit your face all night while you slept. You dreamed of him. Of his hands, his cock, his gaze. You slept better than ever, that night.

The next day, upon reaching Area 5, one of Robert's men asked you if you knew what had happened. You shook your head, waiting for his explanation. A knot tightened in your stomach even before he answered.

“Robert’s dead. Joel and Tess were seen leaving the place where he was found.”

You walked towards the corner of Stillman and Cross, looking for him on every street. Finally, you saw him, near his apartment. He was walking quickly, behind Tess. And…a kid you didn’t know. His eyebrows were furrowed and he seemed preoccupied. He was carrying a backpack, so was Tess. 

It was raining.

He turned around, as if to see whether they were being followed. And that's when he saw you, across the street. Your eyes met for a few seconds, and he shook his head “no” to you, before entering his building. The knot in your stomach came back, more painful than earlier.

You didn't sleep that night.

When you went back to his apartment, the morning after, he wasn’t there anymore.

You never saw him again, never knew if he was still alive. The hope he would return to Boston had left you a long time ago. Sometimes you thought you were seeing him in the streets of the QZ. But it was never him, and each time you cried when you realized it.

You had wondered for a long time if he knew that he was going to leave that day. You still wondered sometimes. And you hated him for leaving you alone with this void inside you, bigger than ever. With no one to protect you.

You never managed to find out more about his past, during the times you were with him. Never knew why he kept this broken watch on his wrist night and day. He had remained largely a mystery to you.

When the anger had passed, you thought a lot about your moments with him. All those times he showered you, fed you. Only now understanding that it was his way of taking care of you, of showing you his affection. He probably didn't know how else to express it, broken by this world, and whatever happened to him.

You understood that the last thing he told you was meant to protect you.

A few times you went to the Mission hill pier. You watched the black waves that washed up there. They were often agitated.

After his departure the anger that had lived in your soul for so long dissipated. Now you felt empty.

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[dr-spectre]

Splatoon - Callie 101!

I have gathered EVERY Callie analysis and ramble I've done and complied them together into one post for your viewing convenience! I go over all the different aspects relating to Callie's arc in Splatoon 2, diving deep into Hypno Callie and clearing up ALL of her misconceptions. Some of these posts are just me rambling and some of them do have overlapping information, but these posts still provide valuable and important information regarding Callie.

In the posts i go over the following:

Clearing up wrong info (She was kidnapped and brainwashed)

Pre-hypnosis

During hypnosis and her behaviour

Explaining hypnosis and it's differences compared to brainwashing

Her being flung out of hypnosis

How she remembers the Squid Sisters

Why she put the shades back on

I love this character to death and i only want the best for her, i hope more and more people come to learn about her true arc and i hope i can inspire some change in the community. Either via more people in the community saying the right terminology across social media and changing the wording from "brainwashing" to hypnosis.

PLEEEAASSEEE!!! reblog and share with others in the Splatoon community because I really do want some change and i want this wonderful character that i love to death to be treated with some more respect. Although she may not seem that important, Callie is one of the most important and significant characters in the franchise and i want more people to treat her as such, rather than some airheaded idiot.

Hearing people say the same stuff over and over again like "Oh she was kidnapped, overpowered and then brainwashed, losing all of her memories, etc." Genuinely gave me a lot of discomfort and i avoided consuming Splatoon 2 content because i was actually scared of seeing Hypno Callie and hearing those words.... That was until i actually did research and began making all of these posts that i shall link.

So here you go and i hope you learn something new about Callie Cuttlefish! (Press Keep reading to view the posts.) 

[babyjakes]

silent sins. [blurb.]

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event | june '23 ari-themed blurb night

summary | your dad's hot friend does unspeakable things to you on your parents' couch.

pairing | dark!dad's best friend!ari levinson x college student!reader

warnings | HEHE umm this is dark-ish ari (reader protests and begs to stop but he keeps going). dad's best friend!ari (with parents sleeping upstairs :')). daddy kink. like one line of praise. the rest is mocking, degradation, humiliation. heavy clit focus per usual. oral (f receiving). pussy slapping. ass play (fingering). implied forced orgasm. overstimulation. his hand over reader's mouth to keep her quiet.

word count | 519

an | okay i had so many requests for dad's best friend and stepdad ari filth sooooo i threw them all together into a little somethin hehe <3 thanks to a few nonnies and @lilacevans for the inspo, i tried to smash together mean!daddy, oral, pussy slapping, and ass play in this lil thing so i hope you all enjoy!!!

“No Ari, please—” you sob, your fingers tangled in his hair as you half try to push him away, yet half keep him locked in place with his messy beard rubbing so cruelly over your puffy folds.

The older man lets out a low, rumbly chuckle as he watches you squirm and try to keep yourself quiet. Tightening his grip on your inner thighs with his massive hands, he spreads you out further, holding you in place against your parents’ couch as he releases your poor little clit from his lips long enough to grumble, “Better keep it down, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to wake them up, now would we?” He nods towards the stairs, reminding you of your sweet, innocent mom and dad who are sleeping so obliviously just a floor away.

"I-I'm trying," you whimper as his eyes fixate on your poor little button, so swollen from his relentless attention. "Please Ari, I-I can't take anymore," you try to reason as he pulls back the hood of your puffy bundle of nerves, admiring his own work.

"You can't?" he sings teasingly as he drags a bit of your wetness up from your dripping hole, swirling it around your poor clit and watching in delight as you squirt out weakly against him, beyond overstimulated at this point. "Oh but baby, you've been such a good girl for me," he croons as he rubs your little nub in slow, punishing circles. "Can't you give Daddy one more? Wanna see this pretty little pussy cum one more time," he frowns in mock sympathy as your little hands scramble to hold onto the pillows surrounding you.

"N-no Daddy, no more," you plead with wide eyes as you watch his face turn a bit darker at your refusal.

"No?" he repeats, securing back the hood of your clit with one hand as he examines the exposed knot of nerves. You yelp as his other hand lands down harshly against it; Ari's brow is furrowed in concentration as he rubs his flat hand against your juices to get it nice and slick before dealing you another slap, then another, right against your poor, aching clit. "Good girls don't say no, sweetheart," he reminds you, bringing his hands up to lick your mess from his digits before bringing a single finger down to plunge into your virgin ass.

"N-mmpphh!!" You let out something between a surprised whimper and a deep, humiliating moan as the large man's free hand comes up to slam over your mouth, silencing your protest. He grins as he pumps his thick finger in and out of your tiny little hole, licking his lips as his eyes settle back in on your pulsating clit.

"Now don't worry about making too much noise, princess— Daddy knows dumb little girls like you can't keep themselves quiet. You just cry into Daddy's hand as he makes you cum again, okay? Don't worry, baby; I'll make sure you give me a nice, big one," he chuckles before diving back in, his lips latching around your poor little button like they were made to fit each other.

[waklman]

In The Stands

summary: bradley makes sure you know that you're his biggest fangirl.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: no use of y/n. fluff, mentions of sex. bradley is a biter idc!! 18+ blog in general.

olympic swimmer au

take your marks masterlist.

While you would love to say that you were Bradley’s biggest fan, you were well aware that it was a title you had to earn rather than be automatically granted as his girlfriend. 

Though you had to admit, it was definitely a struggle to stay afloat in the rocky waters comprised of Bradley's fangirls. After all, they were always a bit extreme when it came to exhausting their free time towards deep-diving into your boyfriend’s life. 

The unwavering adoration they had for their favorite swimmer propelled them to know even the most obscure details about him—from which energy drinks he chugged before a medley to which brand of underwear he wore.

Anyone would have fallen to your knees like you did after finding out other girls knew of your boyfriend’s love for Calvin Klein. 

So what better way to take your righteous title as his number one fan from under their noses, than to corner the athlete after practice—demand said athlete to surrender unfounded information about himself—and transcribe every single word that leaves his mouth right into your notes app.

Rest assured, Bradley was more than pleased to have you perched on his muscled thigh while he was drying off on the rest bench. Enough so, that he started to run a line of kisses from your shoulder up to the familiar spot behind your ear as he diligently attends to your flurry of questions. 

“If you could switch bodies with anyone for a day, who would it be? And what would be the first thing you do?” You make sure to specify, thumbs eagerly hovering over your phone’s keyboard. 

“Easy, Seresin. And I’d hop out the nearest window,” he quietly hums, trailing his nose along your shoulder blade before capturing a piece of your flesh between his teeth, out of boredom. 

Too engrossed with the task at hand, his actions all go unnoticed by you. Luckily for Bradley, the rest of his team coming up for air at the starting blocks are also oblivious to it.

“…Seresin,” you absentmindedly mutter to yourself, eyes searching for ‘S’ on your keyboard. Hearing that, Bradley’s mouth latches onto an untouched spot near your pulse.

Instead of acknowledging the intentional nip, you hastily pound the backspace button to correct your misspell of ‘nearest window’ with a huff. 

About twenty minutes into your interrogation, the frustration stitching your brows together gradually lets up with Bradley’s cooperation. And between each question, the swimmer leans back, face glowing with a grin as he surveys the marks scattered across the right side of your neck. 

Readjusting yourself in his lap, you let out a relieved breath. “Okay, last one. What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re bored?” 

Bradley smiles against the curve of your neck, sheepish response weighing down his tongue. “M’ not sure if you wanna know my answer to that sweetheart.”

Stuck in interviewer mode, the insinuation goes flying right over your head and you twist your neck to shoot him an offended look.

“Yes I do! Did you know your fans on twitter have baby pictures of you that I haven’t even seen before?! I’m like, the worst fan ever!” You complain, accidentally veering off on a tangent. 

At the mention of your rank in his fanbase, Bradley sighs, playful expression fading from his face. “Bubbles, is that what this is all about?” 

Instead of answering him, you quietly remain seated on his leg like some empty ventriloquist doll, wooden legs stiffly hung over his knee and hinged mouth clamped shut because that’s exactly what this is all about. 

Taking the nervous dart of your eyes into account, Bradley pries your fingers off your overheated phone, dropping it inside the mesh swim bag by his feet. 

Sometimes, Bradley forgets that you’re unaware of his disinterest for things like that—the special attention from journalists, the throng of girls gathered outside venues to see him, and the endless clamoring for his signature. Because a part of him assumed that you already knew that.

It was in moments where his head broke the surface of the water, that Bradley knew he never needed fulfillment from other people—not when he instinctively searched for your proud face in the stands, rather than checking his own team’s placement on the scoreboard.

Turning you in his lap to face him, Bradley leans in to kiss your nose, making it scrunch under contact. “I don’t know why you think you got competition. I’m pretty sure you’re the only girl I take up to my room after a win,” he lightly teases, poking your shoulder. 

Slowly, a shy smile makes its way to your face. “I’d hope that I’m the only one. If not, we're gonna have some problems,” you playfully warn, kicking his ankle.

“Uh oh. We might have some problems on our hands,” Bradley shrugs, struggling to contain his laugh in his throat. 

“Hey! That’s—that’s not funny,” you break out into a fit of giggles, prompting him to join you with a slap to his bare chest. 

With you bending forward to simmer your laughter, Bradley takes the chance to extend his arm back into his bag, plucking your phone from the mess of swim caps and snacks.

All you do is confusingly look on as he types in your passcode, large thumb swerving to open the camera app.

“What are you—” 

The words instantly die on your tongue when he flips your phone, and you notice the litter of bite marks on your neckline.

“You did not!” You shriek, hand flying to touch your bruised skin in disbelief.

“Oh but I did Bubbles, for my biggest fan,” he settles with a shameless grin, clicking the side of the device to snap a picture.

note: i will say although i sprinkle random swimming analogies in all the fics for this au i had the most fun doing it here hehe. as always, thank you for reading, and reblog are greatly appreciated!

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[archangeldyke-all]

*gripping table* the sevika calling her sub mommy ask,,,,,,,,,,,, omfg,,,, what if she also had a breeding kink,,,, her pounding into you, saying shit like

“you gonna let me make you into a real mommy?”

AAAAAAHHHHHH

i love that u guys loved this ask as much as i did. here's another request i got for more of sev calling her sub 'mommy'

Need summore Sevika calling her sub mommy content (if it’s ok with you ofc)

i love this whole concept so much. @sexysapphicshopowner is the one who sent me the original request, so check out their blog too!

men and minors dni

sevika's feeling needy.

she got home from work and cuddled you for two hours while you played videogames.

when you tried to get up to cook dinner, she just grumbled and pinned you back down onto the couch, pulling out her phone to order take out.

she doesn't let you disentangle yourselves when you eat. you guys get crumbs everywhere, eating in your cuddled up position, but it's worth it for the sweet little kisses sevika keeps pressing against your lips between bites.

"what's goin' on with you, honey?" you ask her as you scratch her scalp. she sighs.

"dunno. missed you at work." she says. "just feel like i wanna crawl inside your chest and live there." she grumbles.

you chuckle. "don't know if i'd survive that, babe." you say. she giggles against your skin. "but..." you start. she looks up at you. "there are parts of you that could fit inside me." you joke.

sevika's eyes darken, she takes a deep, steadying breath, and then she starts ripping her clothes off her body. you giggle beneath her as you start wiggling out of your own clothes.

sevika swoops down to kiss you, helping you get naked with her nimble fingers.

when she gets you naked, she begins trailing kisses down your body.

"i fuckin' love you." she mumbles against your breasts, where she's nipping and biting the flesh. you sigh above her. "you're so beautiful." she says. you open your legs beneath her, inviting her to touch her cunt. she groans. "fuck, look at that pretty cunt, mommy." she whispers as she trails kisses down your stomach and over your thighs. you shudder above her. "just dyin' for it, huh?" she grunts.

you giggle, threading your fingers through her hair. "if i recall correctly, you're the one who's been all over me tonight." you say. sevika bites your thigh.

"i don't know what you're talking about." she mumbles. you laugh.

"sevika." you say, tugging on her hair. she looks up at you with a smirk. "i need you." you whisper. "please." you add on. sevika's cocky expression slides off her face, pure reverence taking it's place.

"i'll take care of you, mommy." she promises, pressing a kiss to your left thigh, then your right. "always." she whispers, before diving in to suck your clit in her mouth.

sevika's got a sinful mouth, her tongue brings you the brink of orgasm at lightning speed. she moans and grunts against you as you writhe and grind against her face, slurping at your cunt with half lidded eyes that never leave your face.

when you begin to shake around her, sevika shoves a finger in your cunt, rubbing small circles against your g-spot inside you while her tongue works your clit on the outside.

"i'm gonna-"

"yeah." she grunts against you, shoving a second finger into your cunt. "give it to me, mommy." she whispers against your clit.

her words push you over the edge, and you shiver against the couch as you cum. sevika shoots up from your cunt to kiss you through your orgasm, as her fingers continue to fuck you through it.

you pull away from her lips to gasp for air, and she begins nipping and biting at your throat as she grinds her cock against your soaked, swollen, twitching cunt.

"can i-- can i fuck you?" she grunts against your neck. you whimper and nod beneath her.

the head of her cock bumps against your clit, and you both whine.

"please--"

she slides into you easily, her big fingers having stretched your wet cunt perfectly for you to take her in one thrust. you gasp into her mouth, and she sighs against your lips.

"love this cunt." she whispers, her hands coming down to hold your hips as she starts slowly fucking you. "fuck, can you hear that?" she moans. you nod beneath her. your cunt's squelching around her cock.

"feels so good." you whisper. sevika groans.

"fuck. can i go faster, honey?" she grunts. you nod eagerly beneath her.

sevika sits up to start pounding into you. gasping, you reach up to hold the arm of the couch to keep sevika from fucking you through it.

she's fucking you like a machine, hard and fast and unrelenting, her wild eyes darting around your body as she grunts with each thrust.

"fuck, you're gonna make me cum." she grunts. you whine and nod beneath her.

"yes please, sev. cum inside me."

sevika moans, then leans down, her arms caging you in. the new angle makes you gasp as the loud slapping sounds of her hips meeting yours start up again.

"nuh-uh. you cum first." she grunts. you shudder beneath her. "you're so fuckin' nasty askin' for me to cum inside you. want me to knock you up?" you gasp. "yeah, i know. 'y just want me to fill you up with my kids, huh, mommy?" she teases. you claw at her back as she presses kisses over your face. "cum on this cock then i'll knock you up. make you a real mommy."

your back arches off the couch as you cum, clenching, squeezing, and dripping around her fat, throbbing cock. sevika whines, high pitched and needy, as she continues to pound into your cunt.

"just like that, j-just like that, mommy, fuck." she grunts.

"se-sev!" you cry.

"yeah, mommy, i'll take care of you. fill you all the way up and stay inside, make sure it takes, huh? that sound good?"

her words are addictive, and your orgasm lasts twice as long as it usually does. that, or you have two right in a row. you don't know, you don't have enough time to figure it out, because the second you finally catch your breath, sevika's leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss to your lips as he cock throbs and cums inside you. you laugh, giddy and satisfied as she empties her balls inside you.

"fuck, sev." you giggle. "'s so much." you gasp as her cum starts leaking out around her cock and down your ass. she's still going. "shit! you're really tryna knock me up, huh?" you ask. your words cause a full body shiver to run down sevika's spine, her arms and legs giving out as she collapses on top of you.

it's quiet besides the huffs of sevika catching her breath on top of you and the smooching sounds of the kisses you're pressing on her head.

"fuck." she grumbles. you chuckle beneath her. with a grunt, sevika presses a firm kiss to your lips.

"shit." you say, giggling. she smiles.

"you think it worked?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows at you and patting your belly. you laugh.

"you know i'm on the pill, sev. i fuckin' hope it didn't." you say. sevika rolls her eyes.

"one of these days, i'm throwin' your pills out." she whispers against you. you giggle.

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[rainswriting-blog]

Marble Counter

Warning(s): daddy kink, mommy kink, breeding, cursing

A/N: This was an old fice from my old blog aasouthteranoswife that used to be a tokyo revengers fic, but I made it into a modern warfare fic.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network

Summary: N/A

WC: 688

It's been months since your husband has been home due to all the back to back missions he went on with the 141 team. He called you earlier in the week to tell you when he'll be home.

It’s Friday night a little after five, you were in the kitchen making dinner for you and your husband. You hear the door open “baby, I’m home.” as John walks into the kitchen after taking his boots off, and kissing you on your soft lips.

John turns the stove off, picking you up and placing you on your marble kitchen counter that Johni paid a pretty penny for. “John, I have to finish dinner, are you not hungry?”

“How about we skip dinner and move to dessert.” as he pulls your pants and panties off all in one go and throws them across the room. John opens up your legs making you lay down on your marble countertop. He dives right into your pretty little glistening cunt like a starving dog. Licking and sucking your juices up you were giving him. A moaning mess and back arched as high it could go, you were squeezing your thighs on your husband’s head usually he doesn’t mind.

“Keep your legs open, princess.” he stopped his movements to whisper in your ear. He then moves your legs to your chest so you couldn’t move as he continued his movements

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” he continues to suck and lick the sweet juices your pretty cunt gave him. You grab John's brown hair pushing him deeper into your cunt as you cum all over his tongue. Your legs were shaking from your orgasm.

“Fuck, daddy, f-feels so good.” he lets go of your legs and pulls you off the marble counter, and bends you over. He unbelts and pulls down his cargo pants as he looks down at with his blue eyes filled with passion and love, springing his hard cock free, only leaving his shirt on.

“You ready for me to fill you up, baby.” John rubs the tip of his cock along your clit and wet folds. He starts to push slowly inside you, so he doesn't hurt you. You feel a slight burning as he continues to push into you, due to your husband's big size. He saw your discomfort and started to rub circles on your clit.

With lots of prep, John finally goes balls deep inside you he cock warms you so you could adjust to him. He started to rub circles on your clit causing you to tighten around him wanting to cum on the spot.

“Cumming already, princess,” he whispers in your ear. You shake your head, yes and he then rubs fast and hard on your clit causing you to cum for the second time.

“Ahh, please fuck me daddy, I need you.” you grab the back of his neck looking back into his eyes as he starts to slowly thrust into you.

“Mmh, s-so good baby, just like that.” soft and sensual sex is your favorite when your bodies intertwine, but what you love most is having rough sex when John and you have had a stressful day.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty cunt up and make you a mommy.”

“ You like that idea baby? Being swollen with our child.” as he pulled you away from the kitchen counter only leaving your hands on the countertop for support, he could feel you tighten around him as he thrust faster into you

“I’d punish every man that looks at you in the wrong way, I still have my connection, baby” kissing your shoulder as you let out a loud moan from him hitting your sweet spot.

“P-please, baby, fill me up and make me a mommy. I wanna be swollen with our child.” as both of you cum together, John painted your walls with his hot thick seed.

“Now don’t waste a drop of my cum or I’ll have to fuck it make into you.” he then gave you a passionate kiss and helped you back into your panties, so you could finish making dinner.

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[sun13koi]

Intro!

realized I don’t have one yet lol

hai!!

I am a roleplayer in the PJO fandom, I also make memes, wallpapers, and fanart! I will roleplay gladly (no 18+ for now, please) as Nico, Will, or my oc, Koi!

Roleplay blog for Koi: @pink-koi-lovejoy

Some fun lil facts:

a random pjo fact I like to share: Kayla of the Apollo cabin was born from godly mpreg 💀

I play guitar 🎸 ✨

I absolutely love Nico Di Angelo a dangerous amount 🦴🦴

I’m taken here’s my boyfriend’s acc: @l0gansab1tch

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[ponett]

Hello, wanted to say thank you, I'm really glad I found your work and I find your insights very helpful.

I wanted to ask something strange, as someone who has gone out of their way to dedicate a very detailed blog to the works of an outspoken artist, can you give me advice how to maintain healthy distance with ideas and individuals I might outright oppose, but have morbid sense of curiosity about them? Or it it just better to not indulge at all?

It's a difficult balance to achieve, and I won't pretend I've always been perfect about it on TKP

The thing is that you have to not obsess over the person too much. You have to focus on their work, not detailing every single thing they've ever done or said to keep receipts on them. You do not, under any circumstances, want to turn into the freaks who make and watch hundred hour long "documentaries" on CWC and Sonichu, or the people who run the Bad Webcomics Wiki

The point is to do media criticism, not to make a callout blog. Details the artist has shared about their life may sometimes help inform your reading of the work - art isn't made in a vacuum, and artists' life experiences and worldviews often shape their art. But you don't need to pry too much and piece together their full life story and psychoanalyze them if that information isn't already available in an autobiography or whatever

On TKP, one of the most important things I do to try and keep that distance is simple: I don't follow Penders on Twitter. I don't need to know every single thing he says, nor do I need to report on it. I'll check in when I hear he's made some kind of announcement regarding his work, and when looking for behind the scenes info I'll sometimes term search on his Twitter because he's far more vocal about what happened behind the scenes than the rest of that creative team, but that's it. I'm not thinking about him every day. I also haven't gone in-depth on his non-Sonic work to help drive home the idea that TKP is a blog about the American Sonic comics with a quippy url, not a blog about shitting on Penders

(On that note: I don't interact with him directly, either. I do not need to dunk on him in his Twitter replies. I do not need to lure him into an interview where I totally own him. I am not sending him my criticism like he owes it to me to read it and improve his work. I leave the guy alone)

As the blog has gone on I've also tried much harder to be objective about him and his work. I'll admit that early on, before the blog blew up, I was eager to see what all the drama was about and why everybody hated the guy. But my goal isn't just to find excuses to hate on him, or to spread baseless gossip, and that shouldn't be the mindset you go in with. I've offered praise for some of his work where I thought it was deserved, and I frequently correct people on misunderstandings about him and the lawsuits, even defending him on certain points

This is an extremely basic and hopefully obvious element of good media criticism, but it should also be said that just because an artist depicts something doesn't necessarily mean they endorse it, and that your goal isn't to piece together the artist's beliefs based on their work and then call them out over it. It can go the other way around - you can analyze how an artist's stated beliefs and values are reflected in their work - but, like, Penders writing a story where Knuckles decides to forgive his shitty fascist uncle for no reason does not mean that Penders is a Nazi apologist. It's just a story.

Again: your main goal should be to criticize the work, not the artist

And, of course, a huge factor is simply how famous the creator in question is (and also if the creator is still alive). You wanna do a deep dive on the works of Steve Ditko and criticize his Randian objectivism? Go nuts, buddy! You wanna shit all over Lovecraft? Have at it! Wanna tear apart the neoliberal politics of Harry Potter? Well, okay, Shrieking Shack already did that one. But if the person you're thinking of doing a sprawling, in-depth teardown on is, like, a smalltime webcomic author? Some hobbyist indie dev? A fanfic writer? That sort of thing? Hell, even someone in the middle like a cartoon storyboarder, or a freelance writer who does articles for Kotaku sometimes? Maybe reconsider. Just because someone's online doesn't mean they're a Public Figure, and there's a line where a deep critical dive on someone's work quickly turns into painting a target on their back

(This ended up being more about Criticism than how to just engage with stuff you hate, but also you can just, like. Look away. And find something else spend your time thinking about.)

[abiiors]

hi just wanna say ur my fav 75 blog i live for literally everything you post

*(also i’m ovulating and desperately need a pussy drunk ross blurb shhhh)*

what who said that…anyways love you!

oh my god thank you for the loveliest, most sfw ask 🤭🤍 i have put absolutely nothing under the cut don't you worry 🤭

anyway, your pussy is a food group of its own for ross.

he's always ready to spread you open and dive between your legs, always ready for you to clench your thighs around his head and pull on his hair as you arch your back. you've seen the sight countless times now--his beard wet and glistening with slick, his face flushed, lips red and swollen from sucking on your clit--and yet you can never get tired of it.

somedays, you even wake up to him between your legs, the knot of your pyjama's undone, his big warm hand on your thigh as he tells you to relax and let him take care of you.

"morning, sweet girl," he murmurs against the skin of your hips. "just relax for me. let me make it a good morning."

and there you are, floating in a dreamlike state, moaning and gasping before you've even properly opened your eyes because his tongue is just that good. on days when you're a bit more awake, you grind against his face shamelessly, squeeze him between your thighs until his tongue is so deep inside you that your whole body goes slack with pleasure. on sweet, lazy days though, you pull him up and kiss him deeply until you can't tell your taste apart from the taste of his lips.

it doesn't matter if you've been good or bad to him, if you've teased him mercilessly throughout the day, paraded around him in the tiniest skirts and dresses, you know the moment you get home, he'll be on his knees, worshipping your cunt like it's his last day on earth.

sometimes there are teeth involved though, biting the soft flesh of your thigh, grazing against your sensitive clit. sometimes there's spit, and then he lazily drags his fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick, putting them in your mouth so you can taste yourself. so you can gag around them while he pounds into you until you cum over and over again.

one thing's for sure, whatever mood he may be in... he's always in the mood to taste you on his tongue <3