#it's not BAD it's just a little too manly for my tastes

[killerchickadee]

Sometimes with my gender nonsense I'm like, but what if I am a guy? But then I'm like

This haircut is just a little too masculine and I don't like that. So guess not.

[henry7931]

Trying My Neighbors Out

Chance:

This week, I specifically made sure I didn’t make any plans. I’m back from college for the summer, my parents are out of town, and I’ve basically told all of my friends I’m sick.

Why? Well I want to do something I’ve waited years to try but I feel like I never really get an opportunity.

I’m come from a long line of possessors and my parents would kill me if they knew I was using someone else’s body. So I only tried possessing someone once and it was my own dad— and that was too weird.

And I’ve wanted to try again in college but having a roommate and the thought of him trying to “wake me up” while I look dead… yeah not a good idea.

So here I am, lying in my bed. I tried to cone up with a list of people but I don’t know, sometimes friends can be too personal.

Instead I decided to do this, just kinda go for it!

I close my eyes and concentrated on exiting out of my body. And the next second I’m floating over myself.

I swiftly fly out the window and I see someone who’s somewhat familiar. My neighbor down the block Mr. Thompson. Garrett’s dad.

Garrett was a guy from my grade who was the captain of our lacrosse team. He’s athletic, handsome, popular at the time, and a literal straight male alpha.

I used to have the biggest crush on, I would sit behind him in Chemistry hopping he would kick his shoe off or lift his arm high enough to see his pits.

I follow Mr. Thompson into the house hoping Garrett would be home. But it’s just Mr. Thompson.

So I figured, what the hell? Here goes nothing!

I fly into Mr. Thompson and it takes a second before I start seeing a new perspective. Mr. Thompson’s to be exact.

I look over his reflection, he’s a little sweaty. Must have just gotten back from a run.

“Not bad,” I say allowed while lifting up his shirt. I take pic with his phone and text it to myself.

I pull off his shorts and was surprised by the tight pair of undies he has on underneath.

I take another picture and text to my phone before I pull off his socks.

I flex his toes, they are hairy and surprisingly well kept. I let out a chuckle that sounds so manly.

I bring his dirty socks up to his face and sniff them. And it tickles his heard a bit.

I then yank off his underwear and I see a nice size semi-hard dick surrounded by a bush of hair.

I do a full 360 in the mirror and I grab on to his hairy ass cheeks.

I walk over to his shower and I turn on the water. While the water warms up, I proceed to sit on his toilet and bring his foot up close.

I start sniffing his toes, his feet have a very distinctive smell. I start wondering if Garrett’s feet smell like his dads.

I start fantasizing about Garrett’s feet, I never seen them before but I bet they are just as handsome as his fathers.

I look down at his father’s now hard dick.

I stand up and walk over to the mirror, steam starts filling up the bathroom. I hold on to Mr. Thompsons dick while toying the head of it.

Slight pre-cum leaks out and I taste it. I grin watching myself controlling Mr. Thompsons fingers as I lick it off.

“Mhm! Mr. Thompson that tasted good! Do you mind if I jerk off your rod for a bit?”

I step into the shower and the water feels so nice. I get his hairy chest good and wet before I start fondling his dick again.

I feel up and down his body, touching his face, down his chest all the way until I’m back at his dick.

I start pumping it this time, eager to feel an organism from some else’s body. Even if it’s someone’s dad that I know.

I pound his dick while letting out loud manly moans.

I look down at his hairy legs and feet. That’s when I start to picture Garrett— all sweaty coming home. Yanking his shirt off…

Here I am jerking it in his dad’s body picturing him. It’s so wrong… but I don’t care.

I start screaming out, “Oh Garrett!!! Daddy wants to lick your feet and pits!! Please son!!”

Hearing Mr. Thompsons voice sends me over the edge! I immediately start cumming spraying Mr. Thompsons load all over the place.

I finished my shower feeling a little guilty about what I have just done in Mr. Thompsons body.

I dry off and head out of the bathroom. I start looking around for his room. I go to open a door when I realized that I’m now standing outside of Garrett’s room.

I try to turn around but out of the corner of my eye I see a pair of Garrett’s dirty socks laying on his bed.

I almost stop myself but I can feel Mr. Thompson’s dick starting to get hard again.

I hop into Garrett’s bed and start sniffing his socks.

That’s when I hear a voice say, “dad! I’m home!”

“Oh shit!”

I quickly get out of Garrett’s bed and rush to get out.

That’s when Garrett sees me, “uhhh dad?”

“Hey son.”

[pomefioredove]

Heyyy um. “Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you." with. epel. hes so accidental confession…..

epel IS so accidental confession... ur so right

summary: "stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you" type of post: short fic characters: epel additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, pre-book 5

It had already been a long day.

It isn't that he thinks you're going to make it worse; no, if anything, you're probably the only person who'd make it better.

It's just that Epel doesn't want you to see him like... this.

"Well... it's an improvement," Vil sighs, putting his hands on his hips.

"Now, don't move. I'll be back with proper shoes."

Epel scratches at his collar like a dog in a cone. He didn't even know you could find bows in this size.

At least it's over. For now.

Soon, he can sulk back to his room and pretend to practice for the audition thing Vil had been pestering him about for weeks.

Maybe take a nap while he can.

"Oh, my..."

The sound of the door grabs his attention, and for a brief second, Epel is terrified that it's Rook coming to tell him how the color of his bow matches his eyes.

No. It's much, much worse.

"Rook said I might find you here," you're clearly holding back a smile. Epel glares.

"I toldja- I told you I was busy today,"

"Yeah, you seem really busy,"

This is a nightmare. It has to be.

Vil and Rook and all the pampered fancy students in this dorm can humiliate him all they like, he's got nothing to prove to them.

But you?

"I-I couldn't get out of it, alright?" he huffs. "We're experimenting with styles."

You laugh at that. If he were in a better mood, he might have joined you. It does sound ridiculous.

"Well... this one isn't flattering,"

You make an attempt to ruffle his hair, and he grabs your wrist. There's a warm feeling in his face that's threatening a blush, which is the very last thing he needs right now.

He wants you to think he's tough, after all.

"I know," he says. "I didn't have any say in the matter, alright?"

You grin. Damn it. You're insufferably pretty.

Usually, that's something he likes about you. But now?

You get a little closer, and your hands close around either sides of the bow. "I know. Let me..."

He can feel that damn blush on his cheeks and he turns to hide his face.

You loosen the tight hold of the tie, and let it come apart in your hands, smiling.

"Better...ish," Damn, damn it.

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbles. He's making a complete fool of himself, and he knows it.

You do, too. "Don't be embarrassed- it wasn't that bad,"

It was.

"It was almost dashing,"

It was not.

"Vil has good taste, I'll give him that,"

Epel looks back up at you, jealousy rearing its ugly head.

You're supposed to be his friend, his... something. His.

"Why don't you go hang out with him, then, if you like him so much?" the bitterness in his tone is obvious. You raise an eyebrow.

"...I didn't say-"

"Just- stop saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell outta you!"

There was a part of Epel that really wanted it to sound strong. Manly. Aggressive, maybe? No, just strong.

The rest of him didn't mean to say it at all.

But it ended up sounding romantic anyway. Even you were taken by surprise. The conversation falls flat.

The, you grab one of his hands, and-

The door opens again.

"You again," Vil says dryly, his eyes first burning into you, and then to the discarded bow on the floor, then to the shared embarrassment on your faces.

He sighs.

"I am going to pretend as if I don't know what's happening here. You- out. Epel, you are excused. This is enough for one day,"

You give Epel one last look, but before he can feel guilty for getting you in trouble, he catches a smile on your face.

After the door is closed, he follows.

"Wait,"

He tenses in the doorway, and turns to his housewarden, who already looks exhausted.

"Let me make myself very clear," Vil says, hands on his hips.

"You are capable of making your own decisions- but I will not tolerate any fooling around on my time. Understood?"

Epel nods. For once, he can't even disagree.

The last thing he wants is to be interrupted again, after all.

[babybratzmaraj]

Agora Hills

Marshawn Lynch starring as Himself

You starring as Yourself

Summary: You and Marshawn are in New York! You two returned to the hotel room to indulge in some beautiful activities

This fic contains: stronggg sexual content, heavy amounts of negro tongue,lil bit of drug use, you get called a bitch once, pet names, some nasty shit thanks to my clit!

A/N: I have no words. imma whore and the world shall know I'm such, under this name LKJHGFVBNJK like comment reblog for more, and as always folks, have a black ass day.

song that inspired this here:

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair

You walked into the hotel room with Marshawn trailing behind you smiling at your giddiness. Marshawn had a business opportunity to expand his ‘Beast Mode’ franchise and wanted you to come, fuck that, he forced you to come along with him. He loved you dearly and be damned if he left yo pretty ass at home, so he dragged you to the big apple, New York City! Didn’t think you’d love it but you were having fun and enjoying yourself, your man made sure of that.

“That fuckin’ manly ass boy kept taking up space in that fuck ass elevator,” You finally said what was on your mind. You, Your man, a family of 4, and a 6-foot man crowded the elevator and you were tired of it already, your man shielded you once he realized that you were uncomfortable around him. He was just standing too fuckin close.

“Glad you waited till you was in here, I damn near had to cover your mouth in that damn thing.” He rolled his eyes plopping down on the bed and you giggled at how many times he had to squeeze your hand on that long elevator ride to keep your mouth shut.

You kicked off your jeans and joined him on the bed, straddling him, smiling at each other before you laid your head on his chest. “Lemme get a taste baby,” you heard him beg, taking his big long arms and grabbing two handfuls of your ass, massaging them both softly.

“No!” You laughed

“Why not?”

“Because I’m dirty! we been out all day, been sweating and shit, bout ready to throw this wig off and call it a night.”

“Ain't nun wrong with a little seasoning,” he shrugged his shoulders as you erupted into laughter.

He didn’t care if you were sweating all day, freezing your tits off, or sat down too long, if he wanted to eat you, he would, and you would love every single millisecond of it, life too short to not enjoy some head every now and then from someone. You rose up and sat perfectly in his lap, flipping your hair over into a side part, you fiddled with your nails to avoid eye contact.

Your trip prep consisted of cheap but good shit, your nails came from Walmart, your wig came from Amazon, and the clothes you wore you were either forced to buy when you touched down in new york or his clothes he didn’t care if you wore, He didn’t like the shit one bit, ‘the best shit for my favorite woman’ is what he would alllllways say when he caught you buy shit from the low, but you felt bad, you didn’t grow up with shit and hated asking others for help, you didn’t like being dependent on other people because you were afraid of them throwing it back into your face.

But he was different, he wanted to spoil you, he wanted you to have his card and enjoy yourself, get you a fat burrito bowl from Chipotle with a side of Fries and a Hi-C from McDonald’s, it felt nice but you hated him spending his money on you.

“Come here,” he said, raising to help you off the bed and readjust his shirt that you wore, and man you wore it good. You wore his jersey from his football days and you were shocked that you could fit it and it fit you well, hugging your curves and hiding your tummy, which he hated but he wanted you to be his happy princess.

He held your hand all the way to the balcony, looking down at the tiny world, the giddy people walking around, the cars and taxi cabs zooming around and cutting corners, everyone looked like legos and you chuckled at every other person doing emotes and shit.

“Look at this,” he trailed behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, holding you tightly like a warm teddy bear. “This shit is beautiful, even the sky,” You look up and damn it was beautiful. The clouds danced with the stars, twinkling to a rhythm that Black Jesus had his choir sing to the heavens rooftops, the sunset shining through the colorful sky and painting an ethereal picture right in front of your eyes. You were glad he picked the 16th floor just for this view, you’d do anything to see it on a daily basis.

He spun you around and your eyes met his, you saw the sunshine on his face, giving his skin golden kisses all over his face. You gave him quick pecks on the cheek but he wanted more, he grabbed the right side of your face and guided it to his lips, kissing you so sloppily and beautifully, his tongue dancing with yours as he held you closer to him, his hunger for you growing more and more.

You whined as he pulled away from the kiss, leaning forward to get more of him. “Pleaseee, I want some moreee.”

“Why you being impatient? and Do you not know your words?” He questioned you, throwing your head in a frenzy.

He cupped your face in his hand and placed more kisses on you, trailing them from your neck down to your stomach.

“I love when you wear my jersey, I love it even more when I get to fuck you in it.” He smiled up at you and you met him with a flustered grin. Another thing he loved was you wearing his clothes, at first he hated it because you kept taking his good clothes, but the more you took, the more he fell in love with the idea, even to the point that he would take you shopping with him and purposely pick the clothes you chose because you both knew you were going to steal it.

He tugged your panties off, you shook your legs to make it easier for him. A cool breeze distracted you by sending shivers throughout your body. He hooked your left leg onto his shoulder as he dove into you, flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again.

You threw as your hair blew with the wind, dancing in the breeze as he ate you earnestly, moving his tongue wherever your body moved too. You moaned into the air as a smile grew wider on your face, you gyrated your hips in a circle, chasing his tongue around to get him to where you wanted him to be. “Fuck,” You hissed when he finally inserted his two middle fingers inside of you, pumping them deep into you.

He unhooked your leg from his shoulder as he rose to tower you, not fuckin up his motion, he gripped your throat and smushed his lips on yours, his tongue desperately searching for yours but you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut long enough.

He jerked your head forward to look him in his eyes, “You finna cum babygirl? You finna cum all over daddy’s fingers?”

“Yes, Yes, Fuck yes!” You chanted while fucking his fingers, the corner of his lips pulling into a devilish smirk.

He loved watching you cum, the way your body danced with your orgasms, your moans turning into whimpers of pleasure right down to your eyes fluttering like a butterfly in a field of beautiful flowers, You were the flower and he was the boy frolicking through the field enjoying every second of it.

You gripped his shoulder for support with your back pressed against the railing, You opened your eyes to the sight of the beautiful sunset, which was the last thing you saw before he pulled an orgasm out of you, pressing his thumb on your clit and making tiny circles on it. Twitching with every move he made, you grabbed his wrist to steady his hand.

“Fuck, Baby pleaseee,” You begged but he did not listen. Marshawn was a pleaser, always has been always will be, he will not stop until he felt like you were pleased, and you weren’t just yet.

He turned you around so now your tummy was pressed against the railing. He pressed himself against you, sticking his fingers in your mouth, moaning at you suckling on his fingers, “Fuck, Bet you imagined it was me huh?”

“Mhm,” You moaned around his fingers, letting out small yelps every time his hand connected with your asscheeks. He took his fingers out of your mouth to prop your hands on the railing, parting your legs a decent distance, he dropped his pants to free his eager member.

“You think you can stay like this for Daddy?” he asked you, grabbing your hips to perk your butt in the air. He squatted down to take one long look at your pussy, glistening with your essence in the sunset light.

He gave your pussy a couple of licks and kisses before raising up, looking at you, hanging your head low, in desperate need to feel him, to fill you up, to paint a pretty picture inside you. He lined himself up against your wet entrance, preparing his canvas with his precum.

You moaned softly at him slowly filling you up as your eyes fluttered shut, throwing one hand behind you to push him back only resulting in your arm getting pinned behind your back. “You can take me, baby, Just let me take care of you,”

“Nooo,” You protested but it was no good. He was always big, always girthy, and always ready to give it all to you. You’d always fight with him about how much you couldn’t take him, but he’d fucked the worry right out of you.

You felt his free hand wrap around your throat, pushing more into you, finally settling all of his inches in, you clutched around him, snickering at the little moans that escaped his mouth. He planted his feet on the ground and started to fuck you relentlessly, starting at your ass as he watched his lower half collide with your ass, watching it ripple repeatedly was the most satisfying sight he could’ve ever laid eyes on.

You moaned silently to be mindful of the other residents of this hotel but he wasn’t having none of that,

“Nuh-uh,” He moaned in a low tone, propping his leg on the chair, rocking his hips into you slowly to make you talk. “Lemme hear you, let the world know good I’m making my bitch feel.” you granted his wish, letting all of the moans you suppressed leave your mouth.

He paused his motion, slowly sliding out of you and back in. He releases his grip from your throat and you drop your head, flipping your hair back to get the few strands stuck on your face by the sweat off.

You hear him walking away from you, watering your curiosity about what he was going to do. You look back at him to see him remove his pants and take off his shirt. Adjusting his chain he walked back out to the balcony.

“C’mere,” He commanded, squatting down on one of the chairs that was set out on the balcony, stroking himself while looking directly into your eyes.

You smile as you drop to your knees not breaking eye contact, he smacks his thick dick on your lips, the corners of his mouth raising more by the minute.

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, giving him sultry looks before you took him in your mouth, moaning around him savoring the taste of both of your juices combined.

He let out a deep rugged groan at the feeling of your mouth, moving your hair out of your face, he looked at you with hunger in his eyes.

You wrapped your hands around his dick, jerking him and sucking him at a medium pace. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised you in a low growl making you leak onto your thighs. Grabbing your head, he began to thrust himself into your mouth, making you take him deeper and deeper into your throat, making gag noises as he stroked languidly.

You feel him twitch in your throat, signaling that he was close. You put your hands behind your back and looked up at a cheesing Marshawn. “You look so fuckin’ pretty taking me mamas.” He moaned before throwing his head back in pleasure. He only had a few strokes left before he came in your throat, letting out those soft masculine moans that you love so fucking much.

He let out a few more before bobbing your head up and down on him, fuckin his cum further down your throat.

You slowly take him out as you swallow whatever was left, giving him innocent smiles and gave his dick a few kisses. “Damn baby,” he panted, lowering his head to give you quick pecks on the lips, leading down to your collarbone as he reached around to grab a handful of your ass.

You got off your knees and hooked your leg on the chair's railings, aligning him with your entrance, you hooked your other leg as you slid down on him slowly. “Shitttttt,” he curses under his breath at the feeling of you, the two of you moaning as your hunger has been restored.

You braced yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck, bouncing in his lap at a quick pace. He moaned directly into your ear to fuel you more and it did, you loved it when he moaned, every time he moaned anything or sound made you get more riled up, it was your dick and you could do whatever you wanted to it, and you proudly did your shit.

“Fuck, this pussy so good. taking all of daddy’s dick,” he said, snaking his arm up to grip your throat, making you hold eye contact while you continue to ride him. The air felt more humid, the sun still peeking through as a ray of sunshine displayed his chocolate skin glistening with sweat, brightening up his dark brown eyes to a beautiful bright brown.

You felt his twitch inside you and his body tense up, “You better not nut baby, not till I get mines.” You commanded and he obliged, rolling his eyes at your dirty words. “God why you fuckin me like this?” he threw the question in the air making you slow down, gyrating your hips as you slowly bounced up and down, giggling at his face and whimpering that left his plumped lips.

“Aw come on baby,” you cooed at his whimpers, “Can’t take it?”

“I’ll show you who can’t take it,” he said, hooking his arms around your legs and picking you up and flipping you two around so now that you were on the bottom, dangling his chain in your face, he started to fuck you with content in his eyes.

Your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull as you felt him hitting your spot over and over again. “Oh fuck!” you cursed into the air resulting in a smile from Marshawn. “Aw Come on baby, What’s wrong? Can’t take all of me?” he growled, making the pit in your stomach grow wilder.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! I’m finna cum!” you chanted over and over again.

“Hold it- J-just a little bit l-longer.” he threw his head back pleading, matching his strokes with your whimpers.

You hated when he didn’t let you cum, even when you wanted to soooo bad you knew you couldn’t disobey him, the punishment would’ve been something to tell the captain.

He dropped his head to see you cry tears of pleasure, in love with the beautiful sight of you taking him and all of him, he could look at this all day long. “Cum.” was all that was needed as you both had your climax together, the sounds leaving his mouth sounded like heaven to your ears and harmonized with yours as he painted your walls with his cum.

He softly collapsed on top of you still inside you, holding you close as he rocked his hips into you. “Oh my god,”

“Oh my god indeed.” He laughed, giggling at you whimpering as he slowly pulled out, his nut oozing out of your pussy.

He left the balcony for a few minutes and returned with a warm towel to wipe you clean, planting kisses on your forehead as he sat beside you on the other chair, grabbing the blunt from earlier that was resting in the ashtray.

You flipped over to your side and stared at him, admiring what kind of man you scored, you felt like the most luckiest girl in the world to have him, to be cared about, to feel loved, to be adored by someone who didn’t care how big you were, you were his, wasn’t nothing changing that.

You two started at the sunset with each other taking turns to hit the blunt, it wasn't a damn thing that could dim your happiness, not even a negative Nancy that was yelling at you two from below, you both snickering before running back inside the room, shutting the door and jumping into bed.

fin♥️

[tojislov3rr]

₊˚ପ⊹ - Hardcore dom!Sukuna x sub!fem reader

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 - oral m!receiving, deepthroat, degration, asshole!sukuna, cnc, lil bit of comfort, and brief mention of saliva, size difference if you squint, and ¿cumplay? Overall just rough play ><

- brief mention of killing!

- True form!Sukuna, but only one cawk bc i’m too lazy to write about two

context: One of the male servants approached you, asking you what you would like since you asked to get your (favorite/fast food) from Uraume. However, they were stuck up in work that Lord Sukuna asked them to do. And, as always, he comes first. So, they sent a different servant to deal with you.

Suck it…

“‘Kuna, you know it really didn’t mean anything weird—! He’s just another servant!—“ You stammered out, taking a few steps back only for him to stand up quickly from his throne, his hard muscles shifting under his skin as he rolls back his shoulders. Using his lower hands to grab ahold of your shoulders.

“Nice try.” he says in a lower voice, pushing you down with his lower pair of arms so your sat prettily on your knees infront of him as he crosses his upper arms over his broad chest. “I think my human needs to learn where her place is.” He says lowly. You could already see the erection growing through his robe at the sight of you on your knees. That made you fold almost instantly “And that place is with me, no one else.”

You try to speak, you really do, but you’re completely speechless. You want to be mad, so badly and demand him to listen and that he’s overreacting. But, when he’s standing up there looking so so so fine—

“what are you waiting for? Get to sucking you fucking slut. I don’t have all day to listen to your pathetic excuses.” He says, pushing your head forward with his large hand and pressing your cheek against his twitching cock in his robe. Giving you that smug smirk that usually pissed you off so much. But right now, it only turned you on more.

You gave him a pouty look up at him. That only made him harder. He gave the back of your head a few light pats of encouragement. You took a deep breath, reaching up and tugging at the loose tie that keeps the robe together just enough—

PLAP!

You were rudely smacked by the tip of his girthy cock with a little bead of precum dripping out. The front of his shaft resting comfortably on your face as you give him another pouty look, one last hope for mercy.

“Oh fuckk…” He groaned out at the sight of your cute face with his heavy cock sitting so prettily on top of it. That groan sent a shudder of warmth through your body. You gave his shaft a little kitten lick, to which he chuckles at and uses his other lower hand to guide the tip to press against your lips. Smearing it, giving you a clear lipglossy look on your pink lips. His other hand staying on the back of your head with his upper arms still crossed.

“Let me see you choke on my cock you lil’ cockslave.. You need to learn to behaved.” he groaned softly once more at the contact of your warm, soft lips on his puffy tip. You gently moved your smaller hands up to wrap them around the base and began with slow pumps, allowing his tip to slide into your mouth.

And oh god, did he taste good. You moaned just from the sheer taste of it. It was so manly, so so so tasty.

“jus’ like that baby… take it all inside your throat.. Need to punish my little slut, or what King would I be? Almost feel bad because of how pathetic you look.. Already crying?” he groans out breathlessly laced with fake sympathy, using the hand on the back of your head to gently push you down further, your jaw stretching an unholy amount as tears already began to fall from your eyes. You could only reply with muffled whines, trying so hard to please your lover.

He thought you looked perfect like this. On your knees, your mouth stretched open around his thick cock. A mixture of saliva and tears flowing down your chin and down his shaft onto his balls, some even dripping on the floor beneath you. “Ya like that taste? No other man would taste this good.. Or fuck your pretty face the way I know you love..” he growls out, gently pushing you further than you were comfortable with, but it was hot.

You began to gag, sobbing a little more which makes his heavy balls tighten. Gripping the back of your hair just enough to guide your head all the way up to leave his throbbing tip between your lips, and all the way back down to the middle of his twitching shaft. He really did try to make you take it all in, but he knows from previous attempts, it just won’t happen.

He gave brief breaks to let you catch your breath, immediately sliding back in until he hit the back of your throat.

“I’m about to cum.. and you’re going to swallow all of it. And if you do it, maybe i’ll consider not gutting that man from the inside out slowly… Maybe i’ll just make his death quick..” He grunted breathlessly, giving your head one last deep thrust down onto his cock. His warm, white semen coating your sore throat. Almost providing a comforting warmth before pulling out with a wet little

pop!

“Open your mouth..” He said, using his hand to squish your cheeks slgihtly, forcing your swollen lips to open slightly, revealing the warm cum in your mouth. “Good.. very good.. Swallow, now.” He said, roughly letting go of your face.

The saltiness was overwhelming your tastebuds, but gave your body a throbbing feeling on your wet cunt that felt so good. You proudly gulped it down, letting your tongue roll out to prove you swallowed it all. Your face so flushed and red, reminisce of dried tears and slavia on your chin and cheeks. Truly the prettiest sight.

“Don’t ever ask another male for something. Matter in fact, don’t talk to any other male specimen. I’ll do it if Uraume isn’t available.. I guess.” He grumbled the last sentence, easily picking you up and craddling you in his strong four arms, walking you from the throne room into his chambers, throwing you gently down on the plush bed.

“So.. You want a towel or something? Maybe something for your throat.. I don’t know.” He asked, crossing all of his arms and looking down with a slightly confused look.

He was bad at this whole, “aftercare” thing. But after Uraume helped by explaining the science on how it affected the human body, he’s been trying his best.

And that’s all you can really ask from the King of Curses.

𝘼/𝙉: ☆ - 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏- ☆

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

hii you're doing requests?? how about hc/drabbles or whatever about cowboy Jean? 💕💕

of course love!

Cowboy Jean HCs

CW: cowboy jean, country coded, fem reader, slight nsfw, drunk sex, mention of alcohol, MDNI!!

A/N: this will hopefully be the first of many requests i answer because i’m a lot less busy now so i will be answering as many requests as possible!!

- So he acts all tough right

- but he’s down bad for you

- King of wearing jeans allll the time kinda annoying like does he have any other clothes??

- super hot when he’s all dirty from working all day and he’s all sweaty 🤭🤭

- STRONG from working all the time around the farm, can lift super heavy, has super strong hands and arms and don’t get me started on his back muscles

- takes his shirt off when it gets too hot outside for him to be in his flannel and he’s ripped ugh

- Super charming it’s annoying always calling saying “yes ma’am” “baby” “darling”

- never misses the chance to compliment you “looking good in those shorts gorgeous. Put ‘em on just for me?”

- Somehow smells good even though he’s dirty all the time. smells like tobacco and vanilla

- smokes all the time even though you told him it’s bad for him but you can’t lie it’s hot when he takes long drags while staring at you

- such pretty eyes omg. they’re such a contrast from his tough manly cowboy aesthetic

- such pretty brown doe eyes and long lashes that just stare into your soul and the way he looks at you omg

- always insists on picking you up even when you have a car and can drive yourself

- picks you up in his old rusty pick up truck that he got from his dad that’s super loud you can hear it pulling up from a mile away

- keeps his hand on your thigh the whole time he’s driving and rubs little circles into your thigh subconsciously bc he loves touching you

- chivalrous king

- opens every door for you and motions with his hand while he watches you walk through

- refers to you as “his girl” when talking about you to anyone

- loves when you wear his clothes, he thinks it’s so cute watching you walk around in his flannels

- loves when you give his clothes back because they smell like you

- gets flirted with all the time unfortunately. all the girls in your hometown have a huge crush on jean and we’re so mad when he got with you

- but he constantly reassures you you are the only one he wants and he would never even consider being with anyone else

- acts all cocky and confident but is secretly so obsessed with you and would do anything for you

- pays for everything ofc he’s a gentleman and gets upset of you offer to pay bc only pussies let their girls pay for things

- his breath smells soooo good and he tastes good too bc he’s always chewing gum or drinking whiskey

- secretly so romantic and that side of him comes out when you’re hooking up

- would kiss every inch of your body to show how much he loves you and that he thinks you’re the most beautiful person alive

- constant praise and compliments “how you’re so fucking perfect” “my pretty girl” “such a good girl for me aren’t you?”

-still a little cocky in the bedroom bc he’s good and he knows it

- you can feel his muscles flexing under your fingers while you scratch your nails into his back

- biggest dick you’ve ever seen lmao

- a good 7-8 inches but it’s thick

- focuses on your pleasure first ofc

- makes you cum multiple times until he’s satisfied

- stretches you out with his fingers to prepare you for his cock bc he wants you to be able to take all of him

- god his fingers are long and rough with callouses and he hits every spot perfectly he knows exactly how to make you cum for him

- “that’s it baby, does that feel good huh? You gonna cum for me already?” while he kisses all down your body

- drunk sex constantly bc he def likes going to the bar and drinking on his porch

- wants you to sit on his lap while he’s drinking on the porch and gets all pouty and upset of you say no :(

- puts his arm around you anytime you walk around any other guys bc he’s sooooo possessive and needs them to know that you’re his

- make out sessions all the time

- would be like “cmon baby just give me a little kiss” then has you moaning into his mouth for him with his hands all over you

- was super cocky before you were dating, he knew you had a huge crush on him and would use that to his full advantage

- would tease you as much as possible, taking his shirt off in front of you on purpose, running his fingers through his hair, rolling his tongue in his cheek while staring at you, looking you up and down constantly

- heavy sleeper lol and accidentally rolls on top of you all the time

- loves cuddling you and borderline smothering you in his arms

[octuscle]

Good day, Support! I've always admired guys who could do huge belches. I also find the attitude of a proper belcher (casually rude, laid back, proud of his skill, showing off) very manly. Good news is, after years of practice, I can finally belch like a beast! Bad news is I can't fully enjoy it, because otherwise I still look (and feel) like a kind-faced, out of shape thirty something. It would be wonderful if, next time I rip some good ones, my body and mind would gradually change to fit the burps I'm unleashing. Trade some years, intelligence and manners for muscle, crassness and swagger, stuff like that. I'd also like my face to become unrecognisable. Feel free to pick anything between frat bro and scally lad. My sincere thanks for your time!

You are having dinner with your parents. Elegant restaurant. You hate it when they invite you here. They only do it to humiliate you and show you that you've achieved nothing in life. You've put on your best suit. But even in it, you look like a tramp in this posh place. Apart from muffled conversations, all you can hear is the clatter of crystal, silver and china. Until suddenly… Burp! Your parents look at you in horror. You just mumble an apology. Your muscles grow a little. So does your hair. You talk about whether it was a good decision to drop out of university and go into the used car business.

Buurp! Hehehe, that was a good one! People turn to look at you and whisper. You have to take off your jacket. These stuffy places are nothing for you. And the jacket is definitely too tight. You ask your parents if they want another drink. It's all on you. Today has been a damn success. Your parents just shake their heads wordlessly. You order another bottle of Dom Perignon.

Buuurp! Yes, you always have to burp from the French stuff. But it's simply delicious. A waiter comes up to you and asks you to be a little more discreet. You slip him a hundred dollars. And tell him that anyone who complains will get a bottle of champagne from you. But not an expensive one. Veuve Cliquot will do just fine.

Burp! You laugh out loud! That was supposed to be a burp. But it's okay, the customer you're having dinner with is still a customer. And you have to be generous. I mean, they're acquaintances of your snooty parents. And you really ripped them off today. There's a few bottles of champagne in there as well as a bit of recognition for this pathetic attempt to match you, the master of the burp.

You empty the next glass of champagne in one go. Won't be long now. You grip your roid tightly with your calloused hands. A real guy, a hard worker. But in the clothes of a gentleman. That's your style. This. And this: BUUUUUUURP! You think the chandeliers are shaking a little. That's to your taste. You roll up your sleeves. And undo another button on your shirt. Your customer opposite claps. The blonde next to him with the puffy lips and monstrous tits giggles stupidly.

The manager hands you the bill and asks you to leave. You catch your breath. But you just laugh. You slap him amicably on the shoulder so that he almost falls to the floor. And then you tell your customer and his companion that you know a place where an honest burp is still appreciated as a sign of appreciation for a good meal. Hehehe, a few glasses of champagne and a few burps later, you'll sign the contract of a lifetime with the stupid city slicker. You're pretty sure of that. A guy like you always wins!

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/730572795212398592/what-is-up-with-all-the-trans-men-on-this-hellsite?source=share

As a trans man, I might have some insight into this one. I'm a lot older than the standard uwu sparkle anti, but I was in my mid twenties for the first wave of weirdness about trans boys on Tumblr about a decade ago, so I was just too old for it then, and I saw a lot of guys my age and a little younger get swept up in it.

OTNF rightly points out that young trans men are a particularily vulnerable demographic. This is part of it, but we're also a demographic that doesn't sit comfortably with our identites (gender identities or otherwise) and are told by everyone (on every side) that we are Doing It Wrong, that our existence harms others, and that we must be this specific way to be good people.

I'm sure you've seen the "trans men are better than real cis men" rhetoric. It's meant to be inclusive and to reassure us that we're not bad people just because of our gender, but it also denies us our entire gender identity.

So basically, you've got a bunch of young guys, most of whom were socialised like girls and learned to never be too assertive, many of whom are straight up suffering from dysphoria and stress, being told by people both within and outside of their communities that the are Wrong and Bad and Harmful just for existing. It makes sense that a lot of them would would find a movement based on moral posturing that will accept them if they perform correctly and will use their real name and pronouns. That's what Antis are; they say "use this vocabulary, send hate mail to that person, put these terms in your DNI, don't be caught reading that story", and, unlike other groups that police people's tastes and performance that hard, they're not overtly hostile to trans identities. So you can spout the right rhetoric, use the right tumblr icon, and they will actually accept you (on the surface, for a time, but we're talking about young and desperate people who aren't looking at the long game).

Helping them harass those badwrong horrible NOTP shippers or aces or middle aged women or some random artist who got caught drawing the wrong age gap or whoever is the fashionable target will prove that you aren't a horrible monster for being a man, you're moral and upright and correct.

And yes a lot of it is internalised misandry (that word has a lot of dumb baggage, but how else can I describe a boy who hates himself for being a boy?), or self-loathing born of dysphoria and just plain having to live in a world that's hostile to trans people.

Being an anti is a way out. It's a way to manufacture acceptence. And they're too young and too hurt to realise that that acceptance is as temporary and hostile as the people who accept them only if they pretend to be girls; the antis will turn on them the moment they start acting a little too manly or if they're caught liking the wrong ship.

(I've seen something similar happen to young cis queer guys and trans girls, too, but it isn't as pronounced since being raised as a boy means you probably already learned that standing up for yourself is ok sometimes)

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I'm sure it also doesn't help that tumblr is absolutely full of BL/slash fandom. There's certainly plenty of gender diversity in these spaces, but it's inescapable that the majority of participants are women. So for a young, insecure guy trying to assert that he is a guy, it's easy to fall prey to "Waaaah, I need to reclaim my hobby for me!" gatekeepy nonsense.

Sure, it's going to be turned on nbs even harder than on cis women and will be used to misgender other trans men in the end and misogyny isn't cool anyway, but that's not what your average traumatized young fool is thinking when they first join up. They're thinking "I hurt."

TBH, though, probably the largest component is that all of us—all of us—have a mental image of a default human for a given context. It's rarely a trans man. And so anything a trans man does stands out and is A Thing Trans Men Do.

This is true even if you are trans. It is true even if you are not a transphobic dickhead. Unlearning the 'why girls are bad at math' xkcd strip is extraordinarily hard because recognizing patterns and having mental defaults is just how human brains work.

There are shittons of cis women who become antis, but they're just not notable in the same way.

Are trans men more vulnerable to becoming antis? It's possible, and the reasons you outlined above are likely why. I think it's an interesting question to discuss if we are specifically discussing why the trans men who do become antis do so.

But we don't actually have any hard facts to support that they are more prone to it than anybody else. My guess would be that vulnerable people are more likely to become antis, so any cis woman with a strong source of vulnerability like a shittastic home life is similarly vulnerable to a young trans man with no support network, but who knows.

Maybe only 5% of trans men on tumblr are antis and 50% of cis women. Maybe it's 90% of trans men and 20% of cis women. Maybe it's 1% and 1% and they're just all very loud.

We have no data. We just don't know.

And we will never be able to trust our own brains on this until trans vs. cis is such a nonissue that we don't even notice it.

[yuhi-san]

So for the last day of @tristampparty have just some fun fact about trigun, escpecially july but lets get them done in order.

Despite being very, very obsessed with anime and manga and being quite active in german forums at the time trigun 98 first aired and was popular here… I was barely aware it existed.

I vaguely recall two people from a rpg trying to get me into trigon but they showed me the silly opening, vash skedaddling around like a lizard and him not having a bullet in the first episode. So it didn’t seem like something for my edgy teenage taste (oh sweet summer child I was.)

Trigon stampede didn’t show up on my radar at all either until I was traveling in japan in late july. I have no idea what even caused it but I went through the wiki, snooping for spoilers like any normal person. Which, sins the wiki contains stuff from trimax, 98 and tristamp it was. Uhm yea.

So anyway what I knew after was:

Vash and knives were species plant (which was so like ???? because I was thinking of trees without any context)

Also what the fuck is millions knives, how is that a name, this is almost as bad as the very manly male priest named ‘frau’

I am not going to entertine the section about a group that calls themself the freaking gung-ho guns, is this a joke

There is superhuman stuff going on with vash and also knives who is his twin.

Apparently he blew a hole in a moon??

He has a bounty on his head.. because he destroyed a city I think.

There are the two girls milly and meryl

Wolfwood dies (I vaguely remember seeing his death in a top then tragic anime deaths from watch mojo, I think)

when I came home from japan I just binge-watched it before going back to work.

So I went into stampede with very little context, but still some. I guess a lot of easteregs and hints went past me at first but that meant I was also unbiased (*cough*Roberto*cough* Milly *cough* new design *cough*)

I was delighted to hear johnny young bosch but a little disappointed we didn’t get any robin-esque gremlin cackle.

Was just a little surprised that wolfwood lived but I did eventually catch on that it was sort of an alternate prequel so to speak.

But then there is lost july.

See, I was vaguely aware vash destroyed I city. Sort of. But I don’t think I really took notice of july when skimming the wiki.

So the finale comes. Everything goes horribly. Roberto dies. At least meryl and wolfwood live. What knives does to vash is terrible. The fight isn’t looking too good for vash. The way knives kills the officers that attack vash.

and like vash was probably expecting it to be a suicide stunt to get the cube so far up in the air and detonate/fire (?) it. And in such a tragic way, it kills knives too (or at least that’s what it looks like to an unsuspecting audience and DEFINITELY to vash).

Everything is horrible but at least he managed to save the city.

Except it explodes anyway.

I was like WHAT!? WHAT!?

I’m telling you guys, I was shocked. I did not see that coming. In the slightest. I think I was still reeling from it by the credits.

Somehow, despite all the spoilers I’ve seen and read (also the couch…) I somehow managed to not expect lost july and was so blindsided by it

Edit: I posted this like three minutes ago but it just hit me what triggered me getting into trigun!! I’m pretty sure I never had trigon posts on my dash but somehow I had a post on it suddenly that was like this:

A screenshot of wolfwood saying to vash: don’t call me that! I’m Nicholas the punisher!

Then a short text about how he was trying to make himself and others believe that this was all he was or something along these lines and then the screenshot of the title drop “Wolfwood”

And then something really clever about how this was set up, as if right after wolfwood insisting he was just the punisher, the title drop immediately tells is otherwise. Like, no, no matter what you tell others and yourself, you are still wolfwood.

Actually if anyone has an idea what post that was hit me up.

[thedirtygrid]

WHAT HAPPENS ON THE YACHT, STAYS ON THE YACHT…(With Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, and you!) A short fantasy story

WARNINGS - 18+ Strong sexual content

Summary: You drift out to sea on a small boat, and find yourself looking for help onboard a yacht with only Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly onboard. They then decide to use you how they want to.

You were out on the sea, in a very small sailing boat when you drifted off course and somehow ended up lost. In the distance you could make out a large, expensive looking yacht floating on the horizon. You slowly creeped towards it, hoping that you could get some help from the crew. When you arrived at the yacht, you could make out that only two people were onboard, and they were both sunbathing on the deck. You shouted up cautiously “Hello! Could I get some help?” There was no reply, so you shouted a little louder this time”hello!”

This time, one of the boys wearily stood up and looked down at you on the water. “Hello, what is the matter?” Said the guy, he had a very silky French accent with a deeply toned masculine voice. He sounded very manly. This is when you realised who you were talking to…

“I can’t believe it!” You said while laughing. “You’re Pierre Gasly?”

He laughed back at you and said “I’m surprised you recognised me! I’ve normally got a helmet on. Come onboard, it’s going to get dark soon and your boat doesn’t exactly look very safe”

You clambered up onto the impressive yacht, Pierre very kindly grabbed your hand as you took the final steps up the ladder. “Welcome onboard!” He said “do you want a drink?”

You didn’t know whether to believe this was happening, it seemed like a dream. Here you were, standing on a yacht with Pierre Gasly offering you a drink. “I’ll have anything” you replied. He laughed and went over to the counter top to make a drink for you.

You took this opportunity to take in the view… he was only standing a couple of inches away from you, wearing nothing but a pair of bright orange swimming trunks. His body was covered in tanning oil, and a mixture of sweat too, you presumed, as it was a boiling hot evening. His chest was very muscly, and also hairy, you could tell he hadn’t waxed for a few weeks. As he stood there, you couldn’t help but lower your eyes down from his hairy chest, passed his rock hard abs, even further down to his thighs , which looked solid and strong. You wondered what his body might feel like to touch.

At this point, he gave you the drink. “This is MY special, I hope you like it” you took a sip and immediately congratulated him on the taste!

“I’m glad you like it” he said before walking over to pat the other sunbathing guy on the back as he lay there, presumably asleep. The other guy then woke up and rolled off his front and onto his back, and this is when reality became even harder to believe.

“Oh my god…” you said out loud without realising. Lying in front of your own eyes, it wasn’t just Pierre on this yacht, but also Charles Leclerc.

“Woah, where did you catch this one, Pierre?” Charles asked in a flirtatious tone.

“Not bad huh?” Replied Pierre, while both of the boys sipped on their drinks looking at you standing there.

Charles appearance was similar to Pierre’s, he was also oiled up, and sweaty too but you could tell he made more effort in shaving his body, as his chest was clean, not a hair in sight other than his snail trail which you couldn’t help but take in the sight of. “I wonder where that trail leads to” your mind wondered, before Pierre interrupted

“Alright, we know everyone loves a cleanly waxed boy, charles knows how to do that, but let’s not make him feel better for it” he laughed. “Charles and I have just been out on the yacht all day, taking in the sun and relaxing over the winter break from f1. Taking some well deserved rest from our girlfriends too…”

You didn’t know what to think, Charles and Pierre both looked at each other and rolled their eyes, you could tell they were sick of the company of their girlfriends.

“Take your tshirt and shorts off, you don’t want any bad tan lines” Pierre said.

“But…but I don’t have a bikini on under this” you replied, embarrassed to admit it.

“That’s okay, I’m guessing you have panties on? We don’t mind you just in those”

“Yeah we don’t mind” charles replied. So you slowly took off your tshirt and shorts, leaving you exposed in just your bra and panties, as both of the boys gave each other a wink in approval.

“Let’s get you oiled up, you don’t want to get burnt in the sun” Pierre said. He moved towards you with a bottle of oil, and squeezed some out over your body. He was not cautious with applying the oil, he seemed to be determined to get me as oily as he could. Big droops of oil slipped down your body, and then he started rubbing it in. His hands were big, they made you look tiny. He rubbed it round your shoulders, down to your stomach and all the way down your legs, even on your feet. He paid special attention to your feet, you could tell he seemed interested in them, and part of you was glad because you had just spent a decent amount of money on a pedicure. You were about to ask Pierre what he thought of your freshly painted white toe nails, when you felt Charles undoing your bra from behind you.

“Charles!” You gasped in shock. “What are you doing?!”

“I think you’d look better without it” he responded.

“But…” before you could finish he had taken it off, and he threw it overboard.

“Let’s finish oiling you up” he took a squeeze from the bottle, rubbed it in his hands and started spreading it around your tits. His hands were also warm, but his rings created a cold sensation when he rubbed them across your nipples.

By this point, your nipples were getting hard, and he could tell. He was finding delight in touching them as he felt them get harder.

“Mhm” you couldn’t help but let out a moan as he pinched your left nipple as he rubbed in even more oil onto you. At this point, your eyes found his, and you both leant in to kiss. You were surprised at how eager he was, already using his tongue, sliding it into your mouth, you could taste the alcohol he had been drinking on his tongue as it explored inside your mouth.

At this stage, you felt a different sensation on your feet, you had almost forgotten Pierre was down there. The sensation was warm…and wet. You wondered what he was doing, but you couldn’t look because Charles had his tongue deep inside your mouth, you had to feel what he was doing to you instead of looking down.

Pierre was kissing and licking your feet, you didn’t know how to react, a guy had never done this to you before. You didn’t understand the “foot fetish” scene, but because it was Pierre Gasly licking your feet, you found it hot and it was definitely a nice feeling. His tongue now started sliding up your legs to the top of your thighs. Charles was still intensely making out with you, you could feel saliva start to drip out both of your mouths while you kissed. “Suck it” Charles said while pushing his tongue further into your mouth. You did as you were told and sucked it.

Pierre had now taken your pants off, and before moving onto the main prize, he decided to take your pants to his face and he took a big sniff out of them. His eyes rolled back into his face as he smelt your panties. “Oh fuck” he said. You could tell that this woke up an animal inside of him. He grabbed your waist, his hands firm and deliberate with what his intentions were. The next thing you felt was his tongue sliding between the lips of your cunt, while Charles was taking care of the lips of your mouth.

Your instinct was to flinch, because the feeling was so good, but at this point Charles also firmly grabbed you by the throat and said. “You don’t want to go anywhere now do you? We haven’t even started on you yet” he demanded you to lick his neck, and you did. His neck was extremely thick, it took a while for your tongue to fully cover the area, you could feel his pulse as you licked him and he let out a groan at his pleasure

“Mhm, that feels good, keep going” he responded.

Pierre was still licking you out. He wasn’t just licking, he was kissing and sucking. You could hear your juices sloshing around his mouth as he tasted you. You could tell he was in his idea of heaven, he was not being shy at all. His tongue brushed slightly over your arse, you thought he must’ve made a mistake. But he spent a considerably amount of time licking there too. He was an animal, a dirty animal. And you loved it.

Charles’ neck was dripping with your saliva at this point when you were swooped up off your feet. They had both picked you up. Charles had your arms, Pierre your lower half. And they both started walking inside the yacht to the main bedroom. They threw you down on the bed and both immediately took off their swimming trunks. You didn’t know where to look. One of them either side of you as you lay down. “Charles, come try this pussy, it’s so wet” said Pierre. “Now it’s time for her to repay the favour for me” Pierre added.

Charles made his way down to your pussy, and started licking it out too. He was just as dirty, licking both your cunt and your arse while he tugged on his own rock-hard, dripping cock.

Pierre had now made his way to your face, and pushed his hard dick into your mouth. “Suck it” he demanded. It felt huge in your mouth, you could feel it throbbing in excitement as you sucked on it. It also tasted better than you thought, salty but pleasant. You could feel his pre-cum oozing out as he started to thrust it inside your mouth. “That’s a good girl” he added.

Charles had now grown too impatient, you felt his mouth leave your pussy, but before you could miss him too much, you felt his huge cock slide into you. It didn’t seem to stop sliding in, he pushed it further and further inside, as deep as it could get. At the same time, Pierre was sliding his own cock down your throat, you started to gag on it, the feeling was too immense you couldn’t focus anymore. Spit dripped out your mouth as you held both cocks inside of you.

At this moment you realised how lucky you were. You had a hard cock inside you from both ends, the cocks of two of the hottest men on the planet. And they were using you like a slut.

Pierre slid his cock out your mouth to allow you to moan at the deep thrusts charles was giving you at the other end. He knelt down to your mouth and started licking up all the saliva that had dripped out while he was thrusting inside your mouth. He didn’t hold back…He firmly grabbed your chin as he licked it all up, before requesting you to “open your mouth”

You did as you were told , and the next thing you felt was a long, warm string of spit fall from his mouth to yours. You took a moment to admire the feeling and taste of it. “You like that don’t you?” He added. And you did. You loved the fact that you were being used how the boys wanted to use you. You felt so primal.

Pierre was now jerking off his wet cock in front of you, while looking at Charles fucking you hard. By the point Charles had really worked up a sweat, you noticed the room you were in was so posh, and looked so expensive, yet the smell in there was starting to smell like a boys locker room. Two sweaty guys fucking a girl. You loved the smell though, as you knew they were sweating for you.

“My turn” demanded Pierre as he moved charles out the way. Pierre entered you, he entered harder than Charles had. You could tell he was more dominant. Neither of them were wearing condoms either, so you could feel the throb of every vein of their hard cocks inside you as they stretched you out.

Pierre then grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over onto all fours. He pushed down on the arch of your back and started fucking you in the doggy-style position. He felt even bigger from this angle. You could feel everything…

Charles then took this moment to get sucked off by you. His cock was just as big as Pierre’s, the only difference was that you could taste yourself on him, seeing as he had just been balls deep inside of you. A mixture of your own juices with Charles’ pre cum. “Mhm” you thought to yourself. It tasted good.

Pierre started moaning “I’m getting closer baby” he groaned. He took this chance to slap your arse. It was a hard slap, but it felt good. It would definitely leave a mark, but you didn’t care.

“We’re taking it in turns to cum inside you” charles whispered. “We love sharing a girl” he added.

It was at this moment that you remembered you weren’t on birth control…but before you could even mention it to them, you felt Pierre go “fuuuuuuuuuuuuck”

His cock throbbed so violently that his whole body started to shake as you milked him. He came so fast and so hard, that you felt his cum shoot up against your walls and fill you up. It was incredible. At this point you didn’t care that you weren’t on birth control. He continued to thrust into you, hitting your spot as you squirted yourself.

He then slid out of you, but before you could even catch your breathe, charles had taken his place. “Oh shit you exploded in here mate” said Charles to Pierre. “Extra lube for me” Charles added while biting his lip in pleasure.

Pierre stood in front of you while Charles fucked you from behind. His cock was still rock hard, you could see his veins popping out more than ever, not just on his cock but all over his body. He crouched down to your level when he said “we’re not done with you yet…lick my abs, clean the sweat off them”

You did as you were told, his abs tasted salty, probably because they were so sweaty. But your tongue was determined to to do a good job. It went in and out over the indentations of his hard muscles, cleaning all the sweat you could find.

You then felt another pulse of cum inside you, as charles filled you up. At this stage you were like a fountain of cum, it was leaking out like crazy. Charles slid his cock out of you and slid two of his hard fingers inside, he brought them out again and you could see how much cum was covering them. You noticed how two of his rings were covered in cum. “Lick it off” he said. You slowly licked up the cum of both of your men, the taste of them both blended together. It was like nothing you had ever tasted.

All three of you now lay down on the bed, panting for air like a pack of dogs. The covers of the bed were soaked. A mixture of oil, sweat, spit and cum as you lay on top of it all. You had your arms around both of the horny men, as you sat in between. Admiring the feeling of their hard, muscly shoulders. “That was incredible” you said to them.

“Fuck yeah” they said in unison. “We’re not done with you yet though…” Pierre added.

They both moved towards you and started making out with you, a three way kiss. Three tongues sharing the taste of each other.

“Time for round two” said Charles , with a cheeky laugh

“I’m already hard again” added Pierre, this time we’re gonna make her be an even dirtier girl.

You lay there thinking you must be in heaven, the cum was still dripping out of you, and they wanted more.

They wanted more of you…

To be continued.

[forcesavetheclones]

Clone Wars headcanons<3

beware minors. there is one suggestive headcanon. I made the one pink so you know which one it is. don't read it. I'm inside your walls.

Rex is such an ABBA fan, "head over heels" forever in his little heart, beware blasting "slipping through my fingers" on parties, he'll cry.

Obi-wan sat in the corner while it was happening and was smiling all the time, knowing what's coming.

Kix is here for the energy, they cry together.

Ahsoka showed them ABBA

Gregor comes up with his own recipes, he learned cooking on Abafar, but only the basics and since then he just tries mixing everything he thinks would taste good, Fireball is enamoured.

Jesse watches videos of obnoxiously calm Twi'lek women baking cakes, it helps him fall asleep. his favorites are the ones with pistachio crunch.

Ahsoka once gave him a piece of such cake, he hated it.

Tup's receding hairline couse is he ties his bun too tight, and the hair in the front just get weak from brushing them back and basically ripping them out

Barracks have the worst smell imaginable. Put sweat, farts, every deodorant known to mankind, and this specific manly smell they get while growing up togheter. that's it. and clones say it's not that bad at all, and refuse to air it out.

Hardace has a impressive collection of a certain kind of magazines. there is a list of rules to follow if someone wants to borrow one, one of them is to keep Rex unaware of this collection, he'd be disappointed (there is a little sketch of Rex crying next to this rule)

Dogma does crosswords.

There are card games nights, Wolffe always looses all his credits...

To Cody, then this bastard walks around waving Wolffes money in front of his face every time they pass each other in halls.

There is this joke going around that Rex is getting old becouse he looses all the sparrings, he doesn't know about the joke, and he looses on purpose, wanting to make the younger ones feel satisfied.

I'm rewatching Clone Wars for tenth time, so I'll be posting CW stuff now, there is also some sketches in making:)

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

It is I, again for the...3rd time today ? Damn the idea are FLOWING today !

Anyway. Mondo being so jealous of his brother that it actually affect his relationship with Taka.

But Junko kinda manipulated him into that.

So, it's the first time all of Mondo's classmate see Daiya and their first thoughts seeing this buff of a man, this definition of manliness is obviously "Damn he IS sexy ! Mondo really just popped out of the womb pretty huh ?" Or something around those lines i don't know, i'm not in their brain but i was my first thoughts when i saw him.

Of course Taka and Daiya both get along pretty well, sure Taka is a bit too nerdy for Daiya's taste but he can see why his little bro is so obsessed with the guy. He's a chill dude and Daiya likes that. On the other side Taka find Daiya pretty (But not as pretty as Mondo. Obviously.) And also think that Daiya is a hardworker since he created a gang all alone.

And Mondo ? Well he's fine with that ! He's even happy that his Aniki is actually liking Taka ! So where is the problem ?

Junko fucking Enoshima.

She start to go on, and on, and on about how Daiya is so pretty (truth), that if she could she would fuck him (also truth) and that Taka must feel the same since he's gay and like muscular guys (Totally false. Well beside the part on the fact that Taka likes muscular guys, that's truth but It's not the point.)

At first Mondo wasn't having her shit but then... He start to look too much into Taka's and Daiya's interaction (as one does, we all do it.)

Taka is a bit blushing (embarassed to meet Daiya for the first time), Daiya is very touchy (He only touched his shoulder once and then let his hand slide down Taka's arm, he was actually complimenting Taka's bodybuilding.) And all that kind off stuff. (They looked into eachother eyes for a bit too long, Taka is averting Daiya's eyes and is blushing a lot, Daiya said something that made Taka laugh)

And then it start to hit him. Jealousy.

Bloodwrenching, deep, and instectual jealousy. He can feel it in his body, in his blood. He's even starting to get mad.

And then Junko strike again ! She's coming back for a second dose, adding all the Bad/Good difference between the two brothers.

Daiya is more calm. Daiya is more down on Earth. He is more charismatic. He can talk to people he likes without screaming. He's taller, prettier, sexy-er and more.

And the last sentence really made it worse.

"In all of that Mondo. You don't compare to Daiya. You don't deserve Taka. He's probably gonna break up with you tonight and come and play with Daiya instead. Why would he want you when he can have your brother ?"

That's when it start going south.

(Want more ? Damn. Sorry this is a cliffhanger. You will have to ask for the rest ;) )

(this is my way of saying that i don't know if i annoy you with my ask so i'm only sending that until i get permission to send more.)

I'm gonna need to rest, Bestie. Because I'm just eating this up like it's a 5 star Michelin meal. Because it is. (You are never a bother, don't worry!)

[incomingalbatross]

Week Five (week before last) of Commute Radio!

Pretty podcast-heavy this time, because I started taking the train more and found that instrumental music doesn't work as well for me on the train. (It's easier to get completely distracted from the music if I'm a passenger, for some reason, and also the volume variation in classical music does not get along well with my headphones or train noises.)

Sibelius symphonies 1 and 2. As said above, a little hard to listen to on the train, but I think I liked them.

The Good List (listed on Spotify as A Drink With A Friend because they changed their name at some point). An episode about morning routines that I surprisingly didn't hate. (Morning routines are a hard sell for me. :P) Also another episode on Father Brown which... I don't think told me anything new, but was nice. Think I like this podcast.

Sacred and Profane Love. This episode was on Walt Whitman and... I think love of country? See, this is why I should make these posts in a more timely fashion. But what I remember of it was good!

My Writing Sucks. This continues to be entertaining and a fun time, as I listen to loving yet mocking commentary on the host's fourteen-year-old writing. Probably won't have anything new to say about it going forward - I'll just enjoy it. :P

Pints With Aquinas. This one was on the Sacraments! Good stuff. I'd relisten for sure if I wanted more on this topic.

Stravinsky's Firebird. Very dramatic... probably a bit too dramatic for my tastes, though not bad.

An album of assorted classical music by Wieniawski. Good! Didn't become an insta-fave, but I'd listen again.

Very Best of Stan Rogers album. Very good, and definitely furthered my education.

Stuff You Should Know: 6-minute episode on lame ducks. Still deciding whether to keep this one in rotation, just because I have an embarrassment of riches at this point.

Presidential: Jefferson episode. Good! This man had some deep-running issues, is the confirmation I got from this. Looking forward to moving beyond the First Three in the next ep, though!

Artifexian: This is always fun and entertaining to listen to - the hosts have a good presence and rapport - but I'm finding that there is definitely not a consistent focus on worldbuilding. Might start skipping around a bit in the episode list, to find the ones that look more worldbuilding-centered.

Art of Manliness: An episode on "Primal Living" that had the unintended effect of turning me from "moderately pro-paleo" to "you will pry my bread and staple carb crops from my COLD DEAD HANDS" for the length of time it took to listen to it. There is a balance in all things, guys. If you start talking like agriculture was a mistake I am very quickly tuning you out.

Being Human: This podcast is still in its introductory phases in the second episode, but I'm still invested in the subject matter so I'll be sticking around! Catholic psychiatry is an important thing.

Tchaikovsky Symphony 4: I didn't like this quite as much as Swan Lake but it was good.

[licoricesorcerer]

[3] Korean BLs I have watched so far👇

Oh! My Assistant

8/10 - the first second episodes was so funny. So many misunderstandings happened, “can’t you just be together??!!!” Such feelings was real during this drama. Joon Seok was soooo annoying🙃👌🏻

Tinted with You

7/10 - I watched it cause I was curious. I don’t understand the storylines, but manage to finish. I gave it 7 instead of 6 cause it’s unique and the chemistry of the actors

Blueming

7.5/10 - well, watched it cause of Tiktok, but I couldn’t enjoy it that much. I postponed after watching 4 episodes, then continue it again after about a month. It’s actually good, but I feel like.. we need more intense conflict, they solved it soo dmn easily. I need more fighttt with tears and sadness *uppss* but still have a good happy ending *plak*

Wish You

7/10 - Both of the main character has almost the same personality, silence and calm… I don’t get it yet, which one is T and B, they switch everytime🥹 the story is about In Su, whose parents don’t want him to be a singer, trying his best to become a singer, I thought that he’ll suicide on the last ep, but he didn’t. It has a happy ending anyway

Cherry Blossom After Winter

8/10 - I like the plot, don’t really like the characters. Th chemistry was good, but… i feel like He Bom is tooooooo feminine😭 I want him to show a little bit of his manly side (in which he did in the last ep and made me screamed like “eee???!”) he is cute, indeed.

Kissable Lips

8.5/10 it has a good storyline, I feel bad for them, it has a sad ending😭 I knew it already but still want to watch lol. I recommend to watch this first and assume the Roommates of Poongduck as their afterlife🥹

Matching! Boys Archery

100/10 THIS KIND OF STORY❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Gumush so cuteee!!! This is the real role of woman in a drama!🥹

Ocean Likes Me

8.9/10 I like the plot, it has a cute storyline. The development of the characters to the positive vibes. I don’t quite understand why Tommy needs to go away from Ba Da when he decides to continue his dream? But I’m glad that they are being together at the end. It also has a really beautiful and calming soundtrack💙

To My Star 1&2

10/10😭❤️ I Love it!!! The first one has an interesting story, the plot was too fast but it good. Meanwhile the second season has a more intense section (too much actually lol). Both main leads has the same portion of seme sides🤣 they switched every time, but Ji Woo’s actor claimed that he’s the top lol lol lol (though he became cute enough in season2). Highly recommended this one❤️❤️❤️

The Tasty Florida

6.8/10 well, I feel like… so many holes on the story which needs to be covered. Ya.. it’s a mini series though, but among all mini or short Korean series I have watched, this one needed more clarity. I like the main couple, but.. I ship Eun Kyu and Ji Soo more😭😭😭 I want them to be together lol🤣 sorry not sorry Hae Won😖. Despite my personal taste, it’s still worth to watch✨

[aranarumei]

for the ask game I present you with two for your consideration: kaginose and OgasawaraxMiyano

I've seen some talk of kagi and ichinose on Twitter before, but I've never really gotten the full picture there because their only link is Hirano

For Ogasawara and Miyano, we must first remove the trauma of BL inflicted on Ogasawara by Eimi. Then, without that "omg a fudanshi, this kid is bad news" preconception, we start with a clear slate. It would take some work so it doesn't make a lot of sense right away, but I can very clearly see the "Wow, I can't believe this is a guy. He's so soft just like a girl," thought bubble over Ogasawara's head, much like Sasaki's

ask me about a ship and I’ll give my opinions + classify them as does / doesn’t make sense, does / doesn’t compel me

hi morgan! Really interesting choices—I thought I’d considered a lot of ssmy rarepairs, but I’ve actually never thought about these two at all. putting my thoughts under the cut because I’ve been doing it for all these asks haha

for kagiura/ichinose, I’m going to say that as it stands, it doesn’t make sense, does compel me. every time I pick out a classification I always want to clarify these statements, which is why I ramble so much afterwards haha.

so the reason for this is that I feel ichinose and hirano are very different people. when they’re discussing dormmates, hirano mentions that ichinose was rather laidback as a senior, while hirano’s definitely a fussy type. so I think kagiura and ichinose as people are just… the type who’d keep their distance from each other? like, ichinose wouldn’t push into his space, and neither would kagiura. however the reason it does compel me is simply like. it could compel me, if it happened. because I love ichinose.

and I’ve always seen ichinose as someone who’s laidback kind of because… he has to? like, with his stomach aches and everything, I feel like he’s the type of person to be like… ah, I shouldn’t make too much trouble for others. let me act really casual so people don’t worry about me too much. and I think he’s a bit sensitive towards how other people feel, so I think he, like hirano, would probably intervene in kagiura was pushing himself. he’d just have to take an interest first. and then you have this fun balance of someone who seems very breezy and someone who’s rather serious and dedicated. ichinose could catch feelings and then be embarrassed about catching feelings. the situation there could be fun…

for ogasawara/miyano, I’m going to go with doesn’t make sense, doesn’t compel me. I actually feel like you don’t need to remove the BL aspect at all—it’s kind of the point that causes the most tension, and therefore interest, between the two. despite his looks, miyano’s pretty manly, which is something that impresses ogasawara. like, by the time that he’s graduated, I think ogasawara has a pretty good opinion of miyano. the only thing is that I can’t really see anything progressing past mutual respect.

ogasawara’s a pretty rough-and-tumble guy, and yeah, he reacted weirdly to BL in part because of eimi, but I think he wouldn’t acted kind of roughly even if he hadn’t known eimi. because ogasawara’s just a blunt kind of person. I think ogasawara can be really cute, but on miyano’s end, I feel like he’d end up not feeling too comfortable with ogasawara being kind of… callous, almost? let’s say that. from the little we see of ogasawara and eimi they may argue but they clearly love and adore each other. eimi also hung out with sasaki and stuff, so we can tell that he and eimi probably share music tastes and they both have strong personalities.

I just feel like ogasawara, even though he’s a very sweet person, wouldn’t be that gentle of a person? and like… sasaki is. sasaki deliberately speaks in a way that’s much kinder and gentler when he’s talking to miyano, and I think that gentleness is part of why miyano likes him so much. on the other end, because their interests differ so much, I don’t know if ogasawara would really be that romantically into miyano. I think they both really respect each other, though… these two are kind of really dedicated people in different ways, which is neat.

like you said, though… if someone wrote something really good, I might be compelled!

[dragon-business]

Musketeers + Nishida's grandpa harem

Bit of trivia, just in case: musketeers are those 3 real estate grandpas (very famous back in the day) that we had to battle in clan creator before the big bad boss. They all joined Majima constructions one by one.

1) First grandpa is very straight and oblivious, but an amazing ally. He is just vibing, hanging out.

2) The second grandpa got big hots for Kiryu and wanted to battle the young man in peak physical condition. 

3) The third grandpa had a favourite secretary (a young sophisticated looking man in glasses; he got called the favourite secretary a lot) that betrayed him and left him for the big bad boss of the clan creator (the guy who’s coat looked like a throw rug; like, boy, where’s your taste?). Third grandpa took it very badly and could be seen standing way off to the side of everyone on the construction site, all sad and heartbroken.

And third grandpa has hots for Kiryu and Majima both. He really wants to see them in action and even join the- the fight. Yes. He even said so, passionately.

Majima was like: -wait, what? Grandpa: my neck and shoulder have been getting sore Majima: alright, fair enough, my dagger has been getting rusty too Us (and Nishida, probably): and WHOSE fault is that? (yes, this is a metaphor)

(honestly, musketeers were one of the best part of the Clan Creator, love them a lot, going out to dinners with them was such a delightful experience)

– So, the second grandpa wants to fight Kiryu. And for this Kiryu needs to be in top condition, all in mentality, giving it all he's got. Otherwise what's the point.

So, first order of getting ready for the fight (apart from training) is to watch Kiryu in everyday life (like, he canonicaly said this, not making it up :'D). Observe. Absorb him and his ways.

Kiryu's ways in Majima Construction are, sadly, – not getting anything from the boss, leaning in for the lighter that never comes, and being all sad and awkward. No bitches will do this to a man. Grandpa gets it.

He personally witnessed Kiry bring out a box to sit near Majima on the smoke break for Majima to just get up and leave to his office-trailer.

And Kiryu is just left standing there in the middle of the lot with the box. He failed the quick time event, and glitched.

There’s 3 options now: –Put the box down. This is it’s place now. –Do a little exercise with it. You came here to do exactly that, of course. –Keep going like you were meaning to place the box somewhere else.

Kiryu can’t pick, so he stands there, with the box, trying to think what option will be more casual and normal to do. It’s been 10 minutes already.

When someone asks him if he’s alright, he says he’s exercising. He's still just standing there, thinking hard, but he’ll do some squats with the box. Like with the ball in a fitness club.

It’s both sad to see and a nice view. Second-grandpa-deep-sighn.gif First grandpa will even join him, he’s happy to be there, observing how young people exercise these days.

Also, the second grandpa is not the first one to want to fight Kiryu in top notch condition, all close and personal, everyone in the company knows that. And since grandpa is Observing, and Absorbing everything, of course he snoops it all out, about Majima Everywhere, and even more.  

And so, his conclusion is: to fight Kiryu in peak condition, these two young gentlemen gotta pull their shit together and bang. Yes.

Majima managed to get Kiryu to peak performance before, and now got him down to be the sad guy with a box. He's flinging Kiryu like a pool ball all around, so, see, it all makes sense. Grandpa is on the clock, he's on duty, he has a plan and everything.

Step one of the plan is to get them to fight. I mean, look at them. Of course the first step to getting some is getting in on. Yes, Nishida, get your pen, take notes. Gonna really work on this, this is serious, come on, what will you be doing here anyways.

Grandpa will be setting the bitches up in an old school manly way. Like going to a classic music performance (for the soul), going to the bathhouses (for team building), he probably will set up some casual street fights, too (to set the mood).

– The third grandpa will be joining the second in his planing, probably. After just going around being grumpy that his own plans interfere with second grandpa's.

Classic music performance is for the whole squad, too, by the way. All steps of the plan are group activities, apart from the street fights, of course.

So, people who get to go: Nishida, Majima's boys (the bomber, the guy with no redeeming qualities, the sniper), Garry Holmes (the big guy from Purgatory, he's very into classical music), seashell monarch (you'll find out soon), that bi yakuza patriarch with the nicest manners and taste (he's also from Purgatory), the leather guy (from Purgatory) is also invited. He's very well spoken, and enjoys a fancy night out. He's nice, and likes to be included. There's some hints that he is from a very rich family.

So it's a casual work set up, for both team building and relaxation time.

(Also maybe second grandpa wanted to have a nice bath on the company money) (Two birds)

– Oh, we bet the second and the third grandpa have some history together. Totally banged at least a couple of times. First grandpa seems oblivious to this, but actually was just taking it in stride all these years. Like, it is what it is. You have an intense rivalry going, some interesting fights. One leads to another…

Nishida's grandpa harem

Also grandpas will be regularly stealing Nishida for their planning sessions. Nishida is not sure how he got into this position. It's like a harem anime, but with grandpas. Grandpas will be stealing Nishida from each other, too, and then negotiating joint planning meetings.

Good to see everyone appreciating Nishida 😌 But Majima will be carefully worried about these bitches trying to play sugar grandpas on the company paychecks, because, yeah, all of them are fucking broke.

This can be seen as investing back in the company, because Nishida keeps getting obscure old school style presents, but.

So, Majima, being the best manager, casually catches Nishida to chat about how he Deserves Better, and can find himself a nice grandpa (if he's into that) with way more money and perspectives than these losers (Nishida chuckles nervously). 

Maybe Nishida feels that he needs a raise? Is he insecure about his position in the company? Feeling not appreciated? Looking for comfort in the arms and gifts of the old fucks, who do fuck all for decades already?

Majima, scratching his chin deep in thought: sure, that second one is built like a truck, but listen- Nishida: please, boss, let's not go there Majima: well, if you don't like that. the third one seems like a needy type tho, just gotta say-

So yeah, Nishida can have his space to think it all over: what he wants in life, who he wants to share it with, what future to invest in.

Majima's just looking out for him. There's always a safe, stable place for Nishida in this company, he should know that. There's no need to rush or worry about the future. Nishida can calmly look through his options. And if he needs some advice…

Nishida biting back the urge to comment on the boss of all people giving him advice:

He truly is the strongest of them all 🙏 Tolerating and handling so much every day.

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