#white ppl dni

[moralesmilesanhour]

First and last time I will like. Actively engage this discourse because I think it's absolutely absurd, but. The idea that Miles being American (notice the erasure of his blackness here) somehow makes the racism he has faced from fandom "less severe" than other characters is both:

A gross misunderstanding of how racism works (you can't quantify it. It just manifests differently depending on the context) and...

Hilarious because it implies that Black Americans are somehow "less foreign" to white people than Black non-Americans or non-Black people of color. When we say that there are two Americas none of you listen, apparently. Do not underestimate the ability of white people to exist in an entirely different reality than u

Like, this is not a useful nor productive conversation to have lol. All of the non-white characters experience fandom racism differently for different reasons, but the one thing they all have in common is that whiteness/white perspectives are being projected onto them, in one way or another. Now, if we could get into analyzing how each character is being racialized differently by white fandom? Now THAT'S an interesting (and more focused) conversation that I would actually like to have.

As for Miles and why people "talk about him more"...? Bro. He is the main character 😭 And probably, like...at the center of fandom racism when it comes to Spider-Man as a franchise. I think a lot of you are conveniently forgetting why Miles Morales as a character exists and why the spiderverse team have chosen HIS story to be the crux of the movie. Please practice critical thinking 🙏🏾

[cliffburton]

ofmd and everything that people are doing abt it makes me so mad i hate white ppl and bootlicker racist poc so much

[underwaterspiderbird]

White People: “omg minorities are so thin-skinned! i could never be a sensitive crybaby like that!”

POC: *draws a white character as a POC to make their own representation*

White People:

[bookskittychad]

Classic egyptian movie about a woman who wants to go to college “and then her dad died because she ran away for college, this is why women should listen to the men in Their lives”

[forbidden-interlude]

Just saw clip of a Jeezy interview where he said now that he’s at his lowest, he needs his sisters (i.e.) black women. Idk has he tried therapy maybe . One of my biggest gripes with the black community will always be this martyrdom syndrome that’s placed on black women. It’s like we only exist so you can step on our backs but not even try to pull us up after the fact

Anyways black women we are more than sacrificial lambs and stepping stones. We deserve appreciation and celebration without strife.

[jewishbarbies]

Keep Taylor's name outta your mouthmanifesting u getting violently raped and slaughtered in front of ur loved ones so they have to live w that trauma for the rest of their lives

meanwhile, taylor:

[troonwolf]

How can you tell someone is one of these white middle class people you speak of? What should i watch out for

I feel like this is sarcasm and I can't remember who I was calling white middle class people + tried looking through my blog but it's too far back or in between memes for my impatient ass to find.

With that said I'm pretty sure you're talking about my criticism on endogenics because I've called them that a few times.

Obviously not everyone in a group is gonna be white and middle class even if the majority are, but as someone who used to be in endogenic spaces I noticed a few things

Grand majority of them are white Americans

Grand majority are from middle class backgrounds

Grand majority come from fundamentalist religious (Christian) backgrounds and have religious trauma in connection to it but they outright refuse to consider how that may impact their perspective and beliefs today.

Now as someone who is no longer in the community but still observes for critical reasons, things are genuinely not that much different today. Where do you think this whole weird approach to mental illness even comes from, my man? Christianity. Unironically it's from white Western fundie culture.

Fundies hate mentally ill people. In fundie circles you're taught either to approach mentally ill people like they're special and somehow blessed, or that they're fucking possessed by demons. This is an attitude that persists very strongly in Western fundie circles. They don't trust psychology, they think it's all a scam. If they think there's something demonic about being mentally ill, they will perform exorcisms and many people over the decades have died due to abuse during exorcisms and other "cleansing rituals."

The "positive" outlook of mental illness isn't much better. You're still denied treatment, and now you have the burden of being a weird Christ-like figure to your family and neighbours, essentially suffering for "the glory of God" because they think your psychotic audio hallucinations are actual angels.

Many endogenics leave environments where this ^ is the norm, and though they have enough critical thinking and self-awareness to recognise that religious brainwashing for what it is, they don't realise or care that they're falling into the same trap as before, except with liberal-friendly language.

They don't want to approach mental health symptoms as if they're mental health symptoms because they're taught that's scary, bad, that it makes them broken, that the trauma and illness "taints" their system. These are things you can easily find endogenics saying for why they refuse trauma labels. It's not because there's any logical reason to refuse those trauma labels, it's because something inside them is averse to it. Scared of it. Because that's what they were taught. That mental illness is scary and makes you broken.

And so you end up with thinking like this: (all yanked from sysmedsaresexist)

All this ^^^^ Is about spirituality. It's about faith. it's about ideology. Even the stuff that isn't explicitly about faith, is still about faith, because that's how they approach it. It's not about data, or what's healthier, or even what's probable, it's not even about having a good internal reason for yourself WHY you resist trauma labels. It's about what makes them feel the best. Because that's how fundie religious backgrounds teach you how to reason- with belief, and faith, not with grounded reasoning backed up by data.

Asides from that, there's also the very middle class white person thing of appropriating other cultures and bastardising them for your unhealthy anti-science belief system. A lot of the time when I vaguely make fun of white endogenics it's because of that.

[jesse-pinko]

i love and adore how ill make a big long rambling jesse post and then u'll reblog it with and tag it with like a single sentence that perfectly and succinctly sums up what i was going for, we need to like work on a jesse thesis together after we play with jesse barbies in our breaking bad dreamhouse

Feat. below the cabin in Alaska where the Mr. Driscoll doll lives and the RV I run over the Walter doll with :) over and over and over and

[robotpussy]

i think chris rock should've been killed at the oscars

[mcondance]

Do you consider afro latinos/latinas still black?

yes and this is the last race related question i’m answering

[synthetic-sonata]

i should probably put my age in my bio ( plus update it to say 20 bc i feel less weird ab my age . it just took a few months to settle in like it usually does ) instead of having it in my intro post i just dont edit my bio/desc/whatever a lot bc it has a url link and its just slightly too much effort to have to fiddle with that to get it working again

[hottpinkpenguin]

congrats on the followers!! and super excited for this event. am looking forward to see lots of good stuff! And i am also here to request! Can we maybe get some Nikolai smut with the prompt "Don't cover your face. I want to see you" 👉👈

A/n: has there ever been a more perfect specimen for smut fics? i think not. so, nikolai, thank you bb for being so perfectly FINE. here you go anon - hope you like it!! actually several of you requested nikolai smut, so this one's for all y'all, you're my people and i'm here for it.

18+ only!!!! MINORS DNI

Nikolai Lanstov X Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,342 Warnings: smut, absolutely no plot, unprotected sex, P in V, fingering, sprinkles of praise kink, creampie

(i'm sorry, i know i've already used this gif on another fic but srsly ppl wut else am i supposed to use for a nikolai smut fic?! this gif is unholy and i love it)

The knock at your bedchamber door was fast, urgent. Four sharp taps, rapid fire. You could hear his need in those knocks. 

You weren’t far from the door, pacing with a suffocating mix of desire, impatience, and nerves. It had been so long since you’d seen Nikolai, you wondered if the arrangement you two had fallen into the last time you’d lived here would still apply. But those knocks told you everything you needed to know. He remembered, and you did too. 

He was on you before the door closed behind him. His mouth crashed against yours, the familiar taste of his mouth awakening memories you’d tried so hard to suppress. His hands tangling in your hair, squeezing your cheek, ripping at the thin fabric of your nightgown. Desperate, hungry. Just the way you liked him. 

He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to look at you. His gaze roamed over you like wind, a feral smile lighting up his face. 

“Gods I’ve missed you.” His voice had grown deeper, so gravelly it sounded like a growl. That familiar heat sparked to life between your legs. 

You grabbed him, twisting your fingers in the hair at the base of his neck the way you knew he liked. You kissed him deeply, your tongue shamelessly diving into his mouth, devouring every inch of him you could taste. 

You broke the kiss, twisting his face away from you as you planted a line of kisses along his jawline, working your way back and down to the soft spot where his neck met his shoulder. You sucked, then nibbled there softly. His breath hitched in his throat, his head tipped back, eyes closed, giving himself over to you. 

Your hands made quick work of the buttons at the front of his jacket, and he finished the rest, throwing it towards the chair in the corner of your dimly lit bedchamber. Running the tip of your tongue up to his earlobe, he moaned, pulling his undershirt up and out of his trousers. You reluctantly pulled back from him to let the shirt slide up and over his head before it too was discarded along with his jacket. 

Your hands remembered the feel of his warm skin, the muscles of his back and chest flexing under your touch. You found his mouth again, his hands cupping your face. You let your hands travel freely, tracing your fingertips over his back, down the backs of his biceps, around the crease at his elbow, up his arm and over to his chest. You added pressure, leaving small white lines on his skin. He let out the smallest gasp at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head. You pressed your body forward against his, feeling the bulge of his cock pressing your stomach through his trousers. The heat at the apex of your legs roared, making you squeeze your thighs together, moisture beginning to build there.

“Missed me too, did you?” 

The handsome smirk and devil-may-care glitter in his eyes took your breath in. If he only knew…

You let one of your hands snake its way down the front of his torso, your fingernails leaving a trail like a map over his abs. He shivered slightly, his smirk deepening as his eyes drank you in. More, more, more, his gaze said.

You pressed your palm against his hard cock, gripping it through his trousers. “Why don’t you take these off and find out,” you murmured back. Nikolai’s eyes went wild at the sound of your voice. You bit at the edge of your lip, relishing the feel of his member in your hand, the way he shuddered at your touch reflexively. You added pressure to your palm and began stroking the length of his shaft over the rough wool of his riding trousers. 

“Saints,” he muttered, stumbling backwards on shaky legs to lean against the wall. It had been a long time for both of you, it would seem. A coil began to grow deep and low in your gut as you watched his face go slack at the feel of your hand on his cock, lost in ecstasy for a moment. 

He snapped to quickly, coming out of his reverie with a look of purpose. He brushed your hand away from his cock, catching both wrists in his hands and turning you to swap places. His movements were strong but controlled, firm pressure but no pain. You let him lead you, and he stopped only when you were squarely against the wall. 

“You haven’t lost your touch,” he murmured, leaning in for a quick kiss as he danced a finger along your jawline. “But I’ve waited too long for you to skip my favorite part.” 

You were practically panting at his words, feeling loose and halfway drunk on the sight, sound, feel, taste of him. And he knew it. 

Goosepimples ran up your spine as you felt his hands slip under the straps of your nightgown, guiding them back and over your shoulders. The thin gown fell to the floor, pooling around your ankles like water. 

Rough, calloused palms traveled all over you: your arms, throat, breasts, down your sides and over to your backside, which he gave an appreciative squeeze. Then forward, around the swell of your hips, down the front of your thighs, before snaking inward. You stepped one leg outward, beckoning him higher. His right hand turned, palm facing upward, until he found his mark. 

You gasped when his hand touched your pussy, warm and wet with anticipation already. You didn’t miss the self-satisfied smile he wore when he felt your readiness. His fingers spread your flesh apart and he began to work, starting with large, languid circles. It was torturously divine - too slow to do anything but tease you. You let your head fall back against the wood paneled wall behind you, your leg bending at the knee with a foot braced on the wall as you let yourself fall open to him. You bucked your hips forward, grinding down against your hand. 

Reading your cues, his circles grew smaller and more focused, zeroing in on that sensitive bundle at the very center of you. His fingers found it effortlessly, dancing over it like he were plucking the strings on a lute. You gasped, the coil tightening as your body tensed. 

“That’s it, my girl,” he cooed, stepping close to you, his breath warm as it fanned over your exposed neck. “Let me have you.” He bore down on whatever skin he could reach with his mouth - kissing and sucking and gently biting - drawing heavy, sighing moans from your throat. His fingers kept dancing over your clit, his pressure crescendoing and then retreating like ocean waves. You felt your bent leg begin to tremble slightly. 

At that signal, Nikolai’s fingers plunged into you commandingly. You gasped, your eyes widening as your muscles squeezed around him momentarily. 

“My beautiful, beautiful girl.” Two fingers - his middle two - began to pump, firm but gentle. Already slick with your wetness. 

One of your hands traveled up to cup your exposed breast, your nipple hard as a marble. Nikolai watched your hand as you rubbed your palm gently over the nipple, your eyelids falling shut as the sensations of your body took over your senses. 

“Nikolai, please,” you whimpered, grinding your hips against the rhythm of his hands, desperate for more. 

“Beg me again,” he commanded, letting his forehead connect with yours. 

“Please,” you moaned out, your free hand grabbing the wrist working on your pussy and driving it into you with the force you were craving. “Gods, please!” 

Normally Nikolai would tell you to use your words, to tell me what you want. But after so long apart, the intricate push-pull teasing you two were so comfortable with gave way to raw need. He obliged your request, his hand pumping in and out, his two fingers stroking the spot inside you could never reach while his thumb continued its assault on your clit. 

Your body was alight with burgeoning lust, every cell fluttering with a glittering energy. You felt your climax approaching fast and hard. Your moans turned louder into cries, the hand that had been working your breast now gripping the wall for support. Your other hand came up to tangle in your hair as you felt your orgasm crest. You turned, dragging some of your hair across your face just before you fell apart on his hand. 

“Don’t cover your face,” he growled, his free hand catching your chin with his thumb and dragging you to face him. “I want to see you.” 

You felt the cord snap at his words. You cried out his name, your face uncovered for him to see. Your pussy pulsated around his fingers, your legs shaking in time with your orgasm as you leaned back against the wall. Wetness ran down the inside of your thighs and over his hand, your mind fracturing into a thousand pieces, all of them saturated with him. 

“That’s it, my girl. That’s perfect.” You vaguely registered the praises falling out of his lips as his hand pumped you up, through, and down the other side of your ecstasy. 

You were still shaking, your senses barely rekindled when you felt the loss of Nikolai’s hand, followed swiftly by the feel of his palms gripping you under your seat. He lifted you from the hips, cradling you against him as your hands snaked around his neck. He carried you back away from the wall, turning and laying you down on your bed. 

He hovered over you at the edge of the bed, rushing the trousers down over his ankles. His cock sprang free, full and eager. You reached for it, but Nikolai had other plans. 

He ignored your grasping hand, stepping forward and lining himself up with your entrance only long enough to register your acknowledgement before he buried himself in you. His hips smacked against yours as you cried out his name. The feel of him stretching you, your pussy still throbbing from his hand, sent your awareness scattering again. 

You felt Nikolai’s hands press down into the mattress next to your head, framing your face as he leaned over you. He hesitated, catching your gaze with his cock completely embedded in you. 

“Let me have you,” he told you. His hazel eyes were bottomless to you, his words felt like a drug. 

“You already do, Nikolai,” you replied. “Now, take it.”

He leapt at your command, his hips pulling away from you and then brutally slamming back into you. His cock dragged against you, reactivating that dwindling orgasm with a new fire. You let your legs lift up to twine around his rear, adding your own movement to match his. He was grunting, his brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and concentration as the wet sounds of slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by your cries and his deeper, guttural grunts. 

You tried to lift your head to watch him slide in and out of you, but he found your neck, gently but firmly pushing your head back to the bed. His hand stayed there, wrapped around the base of your throat with a possessive, dominating pressure, almost enough to press the air from your lungs but never enough to hurt. 

“Fuck, I’m close. Y/n, I’m close, I’m gonna cum.” 

You gripped his backside with your hands, pulling him into you deeper and harder with the final few thrusts he gave you. As he threw his head back, a long and loud primal grunt spilling from his mouth, you felt your own body’s desire snap a second time. He gasped as he felt your pussy squeezing around his pulsating cock, his thrusts scattered and not as forceful, but drawing out the pleasure you’d both been denied for so long. You screamed out his name, not caring who heard or what they thought or even if the sounds that you made actually sounded anything like Nikolai at all. He knew, and you knew - that was all that mattered. You fell off the edge of reason, twisting and writhing until you were turned inside out on a cloud of pleasure. Then you floated, hanging there, his warmth and the nearness of his body the only thing you’d swore you’d ever need.

You both settled back into your bodies slowly, the sounds of two sets of panting breaths drawing you down from the sky you’d fallen into.

He finally slid out of you, leaving you feeling woefully empty. You whimpered softly at the loss of him. He collapsed down onto the mattress next to you, the hand he’d left at your throat gently turning your face to his. You washed in the sight of him, the soft sheen of sweat covering his handsome face, his lips swollen and parted, his cheeks flushed. His hazel eyes danced like stars as he smiled at you. You smiled back, one of your hands finding his hair and swirling patterns against his scalp. He moaned, his eyes falling closed for a few minutes as the two of you relaxed in the relative silence. You knew it was only to give your bodies enough time to recover before revisiting the night’s earlier activities, and the thought of it made your stomach twirl. 

When Nikolai Lantsov opened his eyes, that mischievous glint you loved so much was blazing. You knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“So you did miss me?”

You gave him a playful slap, laughing as he rolled you into him, squeezing you into a bearhug against his bare chest. He buried his head in your mussed hair, inhaling deeply. 

“Actually,” you finally replied when you weren’t breathless from giggling, “I might need you to show me again exactly what I’ve been missing, all this time.” 

Nikolai gave you a wicked smile. “Happily, my girl. Happily.”

And so you let him show you - again and again, and again some more…

[whalesforhands]

did anyone see the 20 min poll i put up lol

i can’t help myself (geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: SMUT, everyone is an ADULT, minors DNI, penetration, sex whilst YOU are under the influence of smthg, dubcon, i die a little inside everytime i write porn, but ppl seem to like me more when i do, buddha i am not your strongest soldier, do i count as a writer with lots of variation yet

“Mm, see?” Gojo grinned as he hand-fed you the chocolates gifted to you by Ieiri, watching as you chewed on them, even daringly giving a cute kitten lick to the remnants of it on his fingers.

“Good, right? I went to this shop before during one of my missions. Should’ve brought back more if I knew you liked them this much.” He placed another on his tongue, leaning in to kiss you as he transferred the slightly melted treat into your mouth, his lips pressing closer to yours, tongue twirling with yours and tasting the sweet with you.

You moaned, your hands on his chest as he came closer. All of a sudden, a hot, pink haze settled over you, searing your body.

Your body felt hot, burning, ablaze with want. Your desire was wanton, lust coursing through your very veins as you suddenly clung onto the sleeves of Satoru’s shirt.

“Satoru…” You practically moan, the thought of him naked and pounding into your willing cunt flashing through your brain, the thought making you clench your thighs as you felt a gush of liquid leak from your core.

“Help-“ You feel your knees wobble, collapsing forward into Gojo’s waiting arms. “Please…”

His grin never got so wide.

——

Geto and Gojo are a pair. A pair that craved, wanted and lusted after you. A pair that had chased after the unknowing, oblivious you since your highschool days.

You can’t say that you haven’t fallen for their charms.

Now, as Satoru’s head buried itself into you, tongue deep inside of you as Suguru began to strip.

Suguru was so hard, you swear you saw his cock throb with desire as soon as he pulled his pants down, before your eyes were averted, mind focusing back on the white-haired man between your thighs.

Because with the way Satoru is practically making out with your pussy and combined with Suguru’s saccharine words, your resolve was slowly crumbling, your mind threatening to crumble under the pleasure.

“Satoru’s happily eating you out, won’t you suck my cock? Please?” Suguru pleads, his black eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

You need to be filled. Your lips obediently parting to slip the mushroom tip of his cock inside you as you begin to suckle and taste his deliciously thick cock.

“Mmm, good girl.” Suguru kneels over your head, his balls pressed against your closed eyelids as he pushed his cock down your throat.

You can’t see. It feels so hot, so heavy on your face. You don’t get time to think before you feel him shove deeper into your mouth, your jaw aching as it struggled to accommodate him.

Down below, you weren’t faring any better, your thighs squirming around as you began to reach your high, Satoru sucking and licking at your clit as his fingers increased his pace inside, one hand holding down your thigh to keep you in place as he gave and gave and gave, leading you to burst just as Suguru came down your throat, his heavy balls twitching on your eyelids as you swallowed every last drop.

——

“C-condom…!” You cried out as Gojo held your thighs down, his thick, bare cock already halfway inside you before he heard you.

He grunted, pulling out of you briefly as hurriedly tugs out a condom packet from Suguru’s wallet that was tossed onto the bedside drawer, rolling it on haphazardly before plunging back inside you as you whined at the sudden sensation.

His pace was merciless from the beginning, drool making its way out of the corner of your lips as your arms wrapped around him, feeling the inches slide in and out of your used cunt.

“Shit, this pussy feels sooo fucking good.” A hard thrust inside of you causes you to scream, your nails digging into his back, legs in the air and dangling uselessly.

“Yeah? You’re a good girl who likes taking my cock, right?”

You cry as you feel him sink that cock of his impossibly deeper into you, balls pressed right against your ass, your legs up in the air as the warm, sticky sensation of his cum began to seep out, thank goodness that the condom was thankfully catching his voluminous spend.

Right?

You don’t think condoms felt so… thick and hot inside of you. You try to urge him to pull out, shaking and punching at his shoulders as he held you down, to urge him out of his bliss as he continued to drain his semen inside of you. Finally getting his attention, he pouted as he began to take his time to slowly slide out, ensuring that you felt every ridge of his dick.

Milky white dripped out of you, running down one of your thighs as you began to panic. His seed, thick, viscous was trailing from your labia and wetting the very tip of his cock where he had just pulled out.

There the condom was, broken and ruptured as the remainder of it seemed to cling painfully tight to his base, which you expected to be limp and satisfied after coming so much.

That’s when you noticed. He was hovering over your abused entrance, tip still red, angry and wanting. He was waiting for your approval to plunge back inside.

“It’s fine because I already came inside once right?” You heard Satoru utter into your ear, releasing the remains of the broken condom around his cock. “What’s a few more from me and Suguru?”

Suguru strokes your head. “They make pills for this, don’t worry.” A timed kiss to swallow any more of your skepticism.

It’s definitely okay, right? They assured you so. They’ll take care of you. It’s totally fine, right?

You can’t even protest as Satoru pushes himself back in for an immediate round 2, your legs wrapping around his waist this time as you felt Suguru’s fingers prod at your ass.

——

“Why do you get her pussy again?” Satoru whined as he held you up in a full nelson, his arms wrapped up underneath your knees and holding your legs wide open, his cock buried deep inside your wet asshole.

“Cause,” Suguru began, his cockhead swiping up and down your cum-filled cunt, teasing you, making you whine as you begged for him to fill you. “You came inside her three times in a row. It’s my turn.” He pushes in, grinning as you cried out.

The sensation of having both men inside of you was too much, their thrusts just simply too much. You were crying, your tears starting to fill up your eyes as you began to beg, but what for? You’re too turned on, your womb was so full of semen, your ass felt like it was going to end up in the same state after Suguru had gone multiple rounds there. You’re so, so exhausted.

But you can’t stop. Don’t want them to stop.

“No, no- Mmm! I- I can’t-! Mmngh! So good!” Your words were broken, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as jumbled nonsense continued spilling from your lips.

“Look at her, all fucked out. So cute.”

“She’s not at her limit yet, look at how she’s still clenching around our cocks like a whore.”

“Let’s change that then.”

——

“Mmm, your drenched asshole feels so fucking good.” Your hips were clenched tight by Satoru’s hands as your fingers gripped the sheets, your cunt absolutely filled up by Suguru who laid beneath you, your head buried into the crook of his neck.

You feel then thrust powerfully up and down into you, their thrusts reaching an intensity in strength and in speed.

Their thrusts in tandem with each other, as one goes in, the other out, in perfect synchronization. You can’t help but moan helplessly in their arms as their heavy cocks plunge into you, body accepting each thrust as their penises master your holes.

“God, you’re the fucking best.”

Satoru throws his head back as he groans at Suguru’s lustful voice, burying his cock deep inside your asshole, his balls throbbing against you as you feel wet gushes of sperm spurt eagerly into your ass, soon feeling another wet spurt deep into your womb.

You were too full.

Their massive balls are full of seed, them choosing to keep their thick cocks sheathed deep within your warm, inviting holes as they press tight against you, sending every drop deep into your vagina.

——

Suguru grabs your bottom with both hands, thrusting his hips forward hard. It swiped against your pussy lips, just missing its mark before he groans, readjusting himself before he angles himself just right to plunge back in.

His chest presses your back against the wall, bus erection thrusting steadily into you as he slides his full length inside.

You draw his head down to yours, kissing along his jawline as each hard, rough thrust of his drives moans and moans out of you, leaving you incoherent and wanton.

“You like this, yeah?” A hard thrust into you. “Gonna take all of my load inside this slutty hole, aren’t you?”

“C-cummm inswideee…” You’re losing yourself; your brain turning to mush as he begins to churn up your insides with that wonderful cock of his. You can’t get enough.

You’re about to orgasm for the nth time tonight. Your body thrashes in wild abandon, hips bucking frantically against him, back arching your back against the wall as you clutch at him.

“C-cumming..!”

You hear him laugh, a hand reaching up to grope at one of your lonely breasts. “Already? I just put it in, sweetheart.”

“Too good too good too good-!”

You hear him chuckle again just as the door opens to reveal Satoru coming back with bottles of water.

——

Gojo Satoru ungraciously crashes onto the wet sheets, heaving with his arm across his eyes. He’s exhausted. Tuckered out.

You scream as Suguru holds your hips up from behind, cumming deep inside of your cunt yet again as your body remains limp and pliant for him.

As he pulls out, you whine and cry at the loss, at the painful emptiness of your body.

It’s not enough.

“Nwoo, Sugu-“ You babble, hand threading itself into his own as you pull him close, kissing and licking at his jaw. “Wan’ more! Need it!”

Suguru is running a hand through his hair as he shakes his head, his body shaking slightly as he carries you, settling you on his lap as he leans back against the headboard. He watches, awestruck, entranced as you drag yourself to his lying Satoru, cum seeping out of both of your used holes, climbing onto his lap and bouncing yourself vigorously up and down his significant other’s half hard cock.

“B-babe, I’m alr-already shooting bl-blanks-!” Satoru’s hands come up to your hips, helping to support you as you whine, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“S’not en-enough! P-please!” You were sobbing as he helped you maneuver your hips, your body screaming in exhaustion as your pussy whined for more.

Satoru was practically immobile at this point, only just conscious enough to help you a little, his groans sounding almost pained as his tired eyes continued to watch you. up down up down up down up-

You were going to break him. He doesn’t think he minds. As your oversensitive hole clenches hard around his painfully sensitive cock, he sees you reach your arms out for Suguru, begging him to come closer before your lips press hungrily to his, your hand tugging at his long black locks as your drool smears all over his mouth.

Your hole clenches tight around him, a whine of painful pleasure leaving you as you cum hard on his cock, feeling the familiar twitch that signaled he was reaching his end too, you can stay awake a little more, a little more to feel his hot liquid burst up deep insi-

You pass out. Your body physically can’t go on anymore even as your holes beg for more.

It’s over.

The duo don’t know whether to feel relieved or worried as you faint in Satoru’s embrace, finally able to sleep off the exhaustion you were facing.

come on y’all, i got geto asks, LOTS of gojo asks, but where’s the STSG asks lmao. i literally only wrote STSG and nobody is feeding me my literal main focus 😭

[robotpussy]

like ok! i hated seeing the bridgerton stuff and the little mermaid stuff didn't bother me but it was exhausting seeing all the shippers be weirdly invasive abt jonah and halle because DDG seems like he isn't a good person but like idk if ppl are cute I'm gonna say it interracial or not

[spacelazarwolf]

always wild to watch ppl with pronouns and “dni pr0ship” in their bio use literal white supremacist slurs.

[bl00dn0t3-x3]

👑cody's intro ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

this will continue to be updated :) also i have a tree

backup account: @bl00dn0t3-backup2

vent account: @bl00dn0t3-venting

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰...

𐕣 name: Cody, but you can also call me Logan or any other name in my pronouns.page <3

♇ pronouns: he/him +neos (found also in my pronouns.page)

𐕣 age: 16

♇ gender: complicated and unclear so i just say i'm a dude lol

𐕣 orientation: GAY and aroacespec :3

♇ disorders:  i have AuDHD and anxiety! other little ones (not disorders, they’re like unfortunate add-ons) are low self esteem and depressive tendencies :P also imposter syndrome. i have a few yandere tendencies but mostly just towards my f/o so idk if it rly counts tbh

𐕣 fun facts: my special interests are my OCs (character creation/design and storytelling) and the riordanverse :3 i’m a child of hades, legacy of nemesis. i’m just another wannabe prince, grim reaper, magical boy and doll 🤭 i'm half white and half black :P

♇ claimed anons: 🌹anon, 🩷🪽anon

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𐕣 favorite color: blue, yellow and red

♇ favorite bands: set it off, point north and pierce the veil! i also love stray kids and utsu-p :) on a similar note, my fav vocaloid is luka <3 teto is my fav utau

𐕣 favorite songs: social suicide (point north), artificial suicide (bad omens), mad (tx2 and ice nine kills)

♇ favorite anime: jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, RWBY, sword art online, the asterisk war, dandadan

𐕣 favorite book: the entirety PJO and HoO series...

♇ favorite game: i have the most hours on SAO: fatal bullet, RWBY: grimm eclipse and hades (in that order). i also rly like arcaea and phigros (rhythm games)

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𐕣 byi: i reblog/interact with some pretty triggering stuff, sometimes i talk abt sh and ig kinky-ish stuff? (ex. 'i want satoru gojo to choke me’ and shit along those lines :P) also i have sadistic and masochistic tendencies from time to time

♇ dni: general dni criteria (homophobic, transphobic, racist etc.), anti-xenogenders/anti-neopronouns, proshippers (srsly stay tf away from me), 27+ (26 and below is fine idrc who interacts with me most of the time), anti-recovery, pro-forced recovery (you might even disgust me more than anti, but that might just be cuz i was forced into recovery), ppl that encourage ppl to (start) sh/ed/etc, z00s (they're gross, have a problem and need therapy more than any of my non-z00 mentally ill friends. if you're a z00, get help.), transID (gods, those ppl disgust me bigtime)

𐕣 pls interact: jirai (especially jirai boys, there's so few of us 😞), sh, obslove. hmu if u kin langa (sk8 the infinity) or jiji (dandadan) and are looking for a reki/okarun!! i am painfully single 🥲

♇ boundaries: sexual jokes about/towards me are a NO, otherwise creepy messages are fine (beware 🪤anon tho), DMing me without asking is fine, spamming asks is fine as long as you're actually saying something, spam-liking is fine, stalking and general obsession is encouraged.

this blog is safe for most people!!!

(cluster a/b/c, furries, therians, age-regressors etc)

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