#oh yuummm

[cayofdreams]

riding a dom! dabi on the couch after he comes back exhausted from a mission. he was reluctant about having you on top first but he ends up really enjoying it. <3

😛 😛 yuummm!! Thank you for this, anon <3! Hope you like~

You were sitting on the couch bored out of your mind waiting for the other members of the League of Villains to come back from their scouting. Apparently they were meeting with other small rebellion groups in hopes of growing their numbers. You loved how much the movement was expanding and you often fantasized about how one day your underground campaigning would triumph over the phony perception of heroism. 

But right now you couldn’t concentrate on that mission. You could only think about how the lust pooled inside you day after day as Dabi would ignore you. He was exhausted these days. And you knew that. You were exhausted too. But that didn’t mean your libido wasn’t as in bloom as a garden of sunflowers. 

You missed him. Craved him. And every minute that passed where he wasn’t inside you. Filling you to the brim with his cock, was another minute where you felt closer and closer to losing your sanity. 

You leaned back on the couch, desperate to even minimally satisfy the pining your body kept reminding you of. Lifting up your skirt, you slipped your fingers down to rub against your dampened panties. As you rubbed faster and faster you started to feel a bulge tightening in your stomach. If anyone walked in right now, you wondered if you’d even be able to stop. 

But that theory was quickly disproven as you heard the voices and footsteps of Shigaraki and Dabi approaching the door. You promptly, yet disappointedly took your hands out of your pants pulled your shirt down to cover your unfastened bottoms. 

“I’m going to play games...don’t bother me for anything” You heard the leader of your group say as he sluggishly walked over to the door of his bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t alert you if the end of the world was approaching...” Dabi saw your figure on the couch and walked up to you. He rustled his fingers in your hair, admiring how cute you seemed to be sitting up waiting for him

“Dabi...”

“Were you up waiting for me, kitten? I’m sorry.” He glided his fingers along your cheek, and you looked up at him, wanting him to see the lewd cravings that showed through your eyes. “You wanna go up to sleep now?”

“Come sit next to me, please?” 

“Kitten, I’m so tired...I’ve been so busy.” He started to walk away but you gripped around his scarred wrists.

“Please, Dabi~ just for a minute...”

Not being able to deny your adorable face he slumped himself on the couch next to you. “You missed me that much? Not even going to let me go sleep?” He caressed his fingers along your face. You’d appreciate the sweetness of the moment if the wetness in your underwear wasn’t reminding you of your unquenchable thirst.

You answered him by throwing your leg over his lap, your clothed vulva rubbing gently along his crotch. Sensing what was up, Dabi pulled your hair so that your throat was exposed to him. “Getting a bit cocky, are we? Jumping on me like that when I’m exhausted.” 

“I’m sorry, Dabi...I just- I really want to feel you...”You grinded down further on him and you could feel his cock growing bigger and bigger underneath your hot mushiness. “Let kitten take care of you...please, baby?”

He was honestly reluctant about having you on top of him like this. He always loved your delirious fucked-out look when you were under him, tongue sticking out as you craved for him to pound you deeper. 

But he was fucking exhausted. Too exhausted to fuck you like the rebellious kitty you were being right now. So he decided to let you take control for once.

“You better do a good job, or I’ll have to punish my little kitten.”

Your face beamed at the approval and you pressed loving but harsh kisses around his jaw. Too eager to do much foreplay, you unzipped his pants so his cock could spring against your tummy. “I’m gonna...release all that tension, baby...”

You sat up a bit to move your panties to the side and stroked his tip along your slippery lips. Dabi groaned at the feeling. He was sensitive since it had been a while since he was last inside you. You began to guide his cock at your entrance before letting your hands rest on his shoulders and sinking down.

“Oh fuck...Y/N...so fucking wet.” He let his hands slip under your shirt and bra and groped at your soft breasts. “I bet you were playing with yourself earlier, weren’t you?” Pinching at your hardened nipples, an angelic moan escaped your throat. 

“Ohh~ Dabi...” 

“You were playing with yourself right on this couch...where anyone could have seen you...what a lewd kitten I have.” 

You rode faster along his cock, aching to reach the point that would take you over the edge. Aching to finally quench the beast that was your libido. You heard Dabi’s grunts get more hoarse and you knew he was going to reach that point with you.

“Shit, Y/N...I won’t last much longer...Riding me so shamelessly like that.” He tugged tighter on your breasts as he felt his orgasm approach.

“Me too, baby...Me too!” You rose your hips more so that you could get a rougher slams onto his cock. The harshness making the bulge in your gut feel more and more engorged. “F-fuck! Dabi! Cum with me, please! Haaah~”

As your walls quivered violently around his cock, Dabi couldn’t hold out much longer. He moved his hands to your ass and squeezed hard, forcing you up and down more rigorously as he reached his climax.

“Y/N! Fuck!” 

You felt his thick milk spurt inside you, stimulating you as you came down from your orgasm. “Oh yeah...let it out all out, baby.” You kissed his neck to help make sure he’d let all his tension out inside you.

 The two of you rested there for a minute, holding each other as you caught your breaths. You let your head fall on his shoulders as slumber quickly approached you. Staying up waiting for Dabi to come back took a toll out on your stamina.

Once he was properly rested, he lifted you off him, still holding you as he got up to carry you to his bedroom. 

“What a good job my kitten did...I’ll make sure to reciprocate in the morning” He softly spoke into the air, kicking his foot back to shut the bedroom door behind him.

[staycatcher]

oh wait no don't get actually hurt i didn't mean to -- IM SORRY I'LL SUBMIT SOFT SEUNGMINS TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU T^T

IT DOESNT ugdjur fuc- IT REALLY IT-ItS ALL GOOD I’M EATING IT ALL UP *cough* YUUMMM

(No for real. Like I never thought about Mr Kim Seungmin with tattoos so. Like. It’s a violent reaction. The food you’re servin is s p i c y)

I LOVE IT OKAY I JUST- ow owie MY HEART CAN ONLY TA-AKE SO MUCH

😭🤗😭😤💓💛💜💗💞💙

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Before the Golden Arches Arrived

By Stephen Jay Morris

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

 ©Scientific Morality

The American construct of Capitalism is very androcentric and Social Darwinist.  It is not like professional sports, or even close to sportsmanship.  It is more similar to a fight-to-the-death bloody battle. It is not about polite competition; it’s about war and making your enemy die.  The supporters and apologists of Capitalism have this pessimistic and Misanthropic outlook on humanity.  They remind me of the ancient religion of Gnosticism in that they have the same fanaticism, which says: Man is basically evil and the only way to deal with that is through violence and war.  There are business people who do not own this sentiment.  But, once again, there are no absolutes.  

In my youth, in the area now called the “Fairfax District,” small businesses thrived.  All types of businesses such as shoe repair, tailors, mom and pop grocery stores, drug stores, record shops, and many more flourished.  The only corporate franchises were gas stations.  Such independent business ownership was predominant along Beverly Boulevard, Fairfax Avenue, and Melrose Avenue.  

One small business type that was delicious was the independent food stand.  They could be found all over my neighborhood.  But, when the first “Jack in the Box” opened on Fairfax Avenue in the mid 60’s, it was the beginning of the end!   In 1969, a McDonalds opened on La Brea Avenue in Hollywood and their cheap prices literally wiped out all of the independent food stands.

There were a lot of places in my youth I loved going to, like “Kosher Pup” on Beverly Boulevard, just west of my house.  They had a slot car racetrack and a Juke Box, where I heard my first Dylan record!

I want to focus now on another place on Beverly, located east of my house:   “Frank’s Char-Broiler.”  It was on the northeast corner of Alta Vista Avenue, at 7235 Beverly Boulevard.  As I write about it, my mouth is watering! “Frank’s” served the best steak sandwich in the neighborhood!  It always came with a basket of fries and a tall, plastic cup filled with a chocolate malt.  Oh, that malt was to die for! Thick and creamy…yuummm!  It’s rare nowadays to find a steak sandwich on a fast food menu.  Does anyone offer it?  “Frank’s” was a sizable wooden shack.  It had a small bathroom with a toilet and a sink.  I forget what color the inside was painted—maybe white?   There was a lunch counter and stools where you could sit and watch your meal being prepared, your steak sizzling on the grill. There were also two small tables in the place, should you prefer that.  Outside, there was a patio with tables and umbrellas that looked out onto Beverly Boulevard.  You’d pick up your meal from a small window and take a seat.  In the summertime, I would ride my bike there and order a large soda with lots of ice to cool down.  Sometimes, if I had enough money, I would have lunch.  “Frank’s” had great burgers, too!  Once, I ate breakfast there.  They had a wonderful breakfast menu, including flapjacks!  

Mostly truckers made up the clientele, though there were customers from every walk of blue-collar life.  The city’s street maintenance crew ate there, auto-mechanics ate there, plumbers and TV repairmen, and many more.  There were newspaper machines outside that were always sold out.  If you wanted your paper for free, someone would always leave one on a table.

Alas, like for most businesses in Los Angeles, life expectancy was very short.  “Frank’s” became “Garduno’s;” they lasted for a couple of decades.  A “Starbucks” opened on Beverly in the 90’s and, by 2007 the gourmet coffee craze was in full force.   Someone bought the old “Franks” property, tore down the old place and put up a coffee shop that sold Lattés and other trendy beverages.  It was called “The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf.”

There is no crying in baseball, nor is there any sentimentality in capitalism.  That being said, I miss “Franks” and lots of other places; like “Norty’s Record Shop” on Fairfax.  Capitalism is so heartless. Now, the very franchises that took over the small businesses are closing down.  What are they called:  Brick and mortar stores?  Most big money is being made over the Internet.

Is it any wonder that I obsess over the past?