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louisbxne · 6 months
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TLC
FANMAIL (1999)
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ameliora-j · 7 months
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Stepdad!eddie stepdadsfriend!steve corrupting reader? Not sure if it’s something ur comfortable with but let me know if it isn’t so I can think of some other stuff 🫣🫣🫣
𐐪𐑂 twisted tuesday is back! send in ur requests :>
content: innocence kink, corruption kink, stepcest, age gap, objectification, masturbation (m!recriving), sort of bimbo!reader, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MINORS DNI
you look up at eddie as your kneeled on the floor in front of him and steve. you’re at the coffee table, working on a project for your design class as the two sit behind you, watching the game and drinking beer. your hand is set on your chin, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
“my god eds, if she wasn’t your stepdaughter…” steve groaned.
“i’ve thought about the same thing, stevie” he chuckles, shaking his head a bit. “watch this” he whispers. “hey princess, can you get me another beer please?” he asks.
“yeah!” you say cheerfully, smiling brightly as you stand up. you lean over the coffee table, grabbing his empty bottle before turning to steve. “do you need one too, mr. harrington?” you ask, tucking a hair behind your ear.
steve stares down your top, not even concealing it as he smirks at your boobs spilling over your tank top. “yes please, hun” he hums, handing the empty bottle to you. you hum softly as your turn, your skirt flowing up and showing off your cute little pink thong as you walked off to the kitchen.
you come back with two cold beers, freshly opened. once more, you lean over the table to hand the men their beers, this time both steve and eddie look down your top. “thank you sweetheart” eddie smiles, and you nod softly, going back to your position in front of the coffee table on your knees.
“yn, you wanna hear something cool?” steve asks. “it’s this fun mind trick robin taught me.”
you smile, nodding as you look up at him. “yeah, what is it?” you giggle.
“if you pretend to shake a salt shaker into your mouth, you’ll start to really taste the salt” he nods, and eddie snorts at that. “like this” he says, showing you the position.
you hum softly, furrowing your brows. “really?” you smile, beginning to mimic his actions. steve and eddie both bite their lips, their pants tightening as their cocks harden quickly. “like this?” you ask softly.
“yeah, just like that” eddie nods, squeezing his cock through his pants. you nod, continuing to do it. your tits begin bouncing, nearly spilling out of your top. steve pushes his hand down his pants, taking a deep breath as he palms his dick through his underwear.
“i dunno, i don’t taste anything” you say, frowning a bit.
“you gotta stick your tongue out too, baby” steve groans quietly as he begins to jerk his cock in his pants, eddie mimicking his actions as they get off to you.
you nod, sticking out your tongue and shaking the salt shaker. “jus shake it a little harder… you’ll start to taste it” eddie breathes as he squeezes the base of his cock, trying not to cum too soon. steve reaches to squeeze his balls, biting back a loud moan as you shake your arm harder, your tits now bouncing with more vigor.
“yeah… yeah honey like that” steve grunts out softly. “so close…” he whines under his breath as he humps his own hand.
steve and eddie both gasps, biting down on their fists as cum leaks from the head of their hard, red cocks. “i think i taste it a little!” you giggle softly.
“yeah honey…” eddie nods lazily, pulling his cock free and grabbing some tissues to clean the cum from his hand, offering some to steve as well.
“that was super cool mr. harrington!” you smile as you turn back to them. “thanks for showing me that.”
“anytime, honey…” he breathes out, pillows now covering the messes that eddie and steve had made in their pants
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b0tster · 9 months
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Not so much an ask, but a statement:
I find you incredibly inspiring. You just ooze this level of confidence and swagger that I aspire to achieve one day. You’re legitimately one of the coolest people I’ve ever met on the internet. You’re smart, you’re pretty, you have KILLER style, and you’re sweet. You are an inspiration. I’m so glad you go to marches, and parades, and festivals, because seeing people like you makes the people like me who are still figuring themselves out shows us where we can go, and how much we can achieve. You lead a great example for me and others like me, and I just wanted to say…..
Thank you <3
AHH SORRY I TRY NOT TO SHARE ASK LIKE THIS CUZ IT JUST FEELS LIKE EGO BOOSTING BUT THIS IS SO SWEET AND LIKE IT GoES TO SHOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS FOR PPL TO BE OUT AND PROUD AND 🥺🥺🥺
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terrorofthetrident · 5 months
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ewan giving his attention to fans that were calling his name and smiling at them, ewan mentioning the fan mail and saying it motivates him, ewan bending his knees when hugging people to be at their level and always looking so happy in fan photos…i love him so much, he’s out there proving that he is the sweetest <3
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julsera · 1 year
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This man is the fucking Sun.
BUT- they had no right making him THIS HOT
(Thank you for 1k guys!!!)
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ciematis · 11 days
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that monsterfucker post is very sukuna coded, but let’s ponder on this for a moment. If sukuna has 2 dicks…does he come out of both at the same time, or does each one need its own special attention? I await your response
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content warnings! mean ol' king of curses sukuna, double penis, weird demon genital logic/speculation. implied rough sex, implied servitude of the reader (?)
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In my professional opinion 🤓 *pushes glasses up anime style*, I think Sukuna always needs to cum twice - his cocks seem to get stimulated at different rates, especially if one doesn't have a warm, wet hole to burrow in. He's very particular about sex for this reason, prefers to have a pretty servile slut who can keep up their attentions and ministrations without stopping - though I'm sure he possesses level of cruel enjoyment for shyer, more 'virginial' whores. Ones who scurry and whimper, beg him to take it slow, to coddle them. To even SUGGEST he should reward your lack of expertise makes him laugh in your face.
When one cock finishes before the other (rarely, he makes sure of it), the under stimulated dick tenses up and jerks as though it's also going to cum, but merely twitches and stiffens, leaking more pre-seminal fluid. Getting one of them to cum isn't an optimal situation to put yourself in though. It feels like he never came at all, the relief is stoppered by the feeling of his other, still needy dick, and the frustration has nowhere to go but to whoever ruined his little moment.
On a different note, another interesting question that was raised during this observation is, how are his dicks positioned? Are they more reminiscent of a hemi-penis? Split left and right, or directly atop one another for easy access to a pussy (if available) and ass?
Does he have four sets of balls? Internal genitals? Extra sperm - maybe especially potent or virile cum? Is it cursed 😲 can he give you a cursed womb? Perhaps he possesses the power to give himself extraneous limbs like tentacles, or change the size of his cock? I think it's cruel of him to change sizes when he's fucking you, but who am I to the king of curses 🤷 I'm a Sukuna scientist y'all I'm kind of obsessed with him now - like i thought he was fine before but I kind of...forgot about him <3 I'm so sorry pookie.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀JJK/BANNER ART by gege akutami
all content written by me @ciematis, is owned by me, and you are not allowed to repost or translate my works. don't put my shit into ai generators, don't steal my shit and put it on wattpad. thank you.
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sabakos · 2 months
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its fucking ridiculous that you libs think we should offer ourselves into the meat grinder of late stage capitalism along with the entire world just so that sewers can protect us from a disease that's literally cured by drinking water with electrolytes for a few day. besides you can get cholera from human waste in all sorts of circumstances, not just unclean water, so actually sewers dont do anything about cholera at all
mad because the authoritarian state won't let you shit in the river anymore, aren't you
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glitchysquidd · 10 months
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they were forced to read chat
SOBBING YEAAAH 😭😭😭
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abracadav-r · 6 months
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Loveing all this drow art! You feed my soul!
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✨write me back! love, jarlaxle✨
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libartz · 9 months
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THEY HAVE CUSTOM TENTS
Also:
-Wyll has an abacus and a bunch of bound sheets of paper
-Gale has a telescope, a giant hourglass and a crystal ball
-Lae'zel has mounted heads and a mind flayer training dummy
-Shadowheart has several plants and a desk
-Astarion has a mirror (that he cannot use), a plant and a secret blood stash hidden in the back of his tent that's right I can see those red bottles you can't hide them from me
-Shadowheart, Wyll and Gale have books. Gale has more books inside his tent
-Karlach has a teddy named Clive🥰
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ameliora-j · 3 months
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I absolutely adore your writing <3 could you please write a blurb with Steve h, where the reader says their safe word because she’s too over stim and Steve thinks he’s hurt her when she’s reassures him she’s fine just sore, so he showers her with his best after care as he apologises every couple seconds <3
thank u baby ! ♡
content: vibrator, clit play, fem!reader, degradation, safeword, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI
your body trembles as you lay, spread eagle, atop steve’s sheets. steve has a vibrator pressed to your clit, his arm holding your hips down. one of your shirts being used to bind your hands to the headboard, a scarf tied tight around your eyes to block your vision, and your panties shoved into your mouth to act as a gag.
steve is punishing you for mouthing off—overstimulation being his favorite punishment. your orgasms began to bleed together around the third and the fourth, and by now you had lost count of how many you’d had. the makeshift blindfold is wet with tears, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as you sob. “yeah, not so snarky now, are you princess?” he mocked. “just a stupid little slut now” he laughs, slapping your thighs.
you shriek with each slap, gritting your teeth as you try to power through it. your clit is on fire, the pained pleasure bleeding into pure pain now as you breathe heavily. “cum again whore i know you can” steve growls, pressing the vibrator harder to your clit. impossibly, he turns the vibrator even higher, causing you to yelp in pain and choke over a sob.
“red!” you call, muffled through the panties. if steve didn’t hear that, the three knocks you lay against the headboard are clear as day. immediately, the vibrator is off your clit—dropping to the floor with a distinctive ‘thud.’
steve pulls the panties from your mouth first, untying your shirt from your wrists, and pulling the blindfold off your eyes. “hey, princess…” steve whispers softly. you hiccup over a soft sob, trying to get closer to steve, so he pulls you to his chest. “it’s okay, i’m right here” he kisses your head softly, leaning up against the headboard with you sat on his lap.
“‘m sorry stevie, i was just so sore and… it started to hurt really bad and i wanted to…” steve shushes you gently. his hand strokes over your hip, cooing at you as he presses kisses across your head.
“don’t apologize, baby. that’s what the safe word is for” he reassures you, kissing your head over and over. “i’m sorry that i hurt you, princess. got a little carried away” he murmurs.
“it’s okay stevie… ‘m okay” you sniffle, hugging him tight. “can we have a bath?” you ask quietly.
“we can do whatever you want, baby” he smiles. he lifts you from the bed, carrying you into the ensuite bathroom. he sets you down on the counter, kissing your nose, then your lips gently. “i love you” he whispers.
“i love you, stevie” you smile softly, stroking his cheek. steve makes the perfect bath for you, hot water with calming bath salts and lavender scented bubbles to help relax you. he lefts you and sets you softly in the tub, kissing your head again.
“you want me in with you?” he asks softly, to which you nod. steve sits behind you and pulls you to lay against his chest. the air is serene as steve gently massages your body, cupping water over your skin as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
“‘m sorry i hurt you, baby” he whispers once more.
“you’re already forgiven, stevie” you smile, looking up and kissing him softly. “‘m okay” you hum.
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saltedbrimstone · 30 days
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Wait a minute, you're The Devil, from The Bible? (A friend made me write this she says it's a reference but idk to what)
Of The Bible fame, yes
I'd offer to sign your copy, but it would catch fire
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columboscreens · 5 months
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for real half the fun of this blog is reading the tags. I go through this blog with the same joy as the elderly doing a crossword
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gosh thanks, folks. not to get maudlin, but knowing i'm making people smile truly makes my day. please continue to enjoy my dumb little quips.
as for leaving jokes in the tags, since i fire off 7 posts a day and go with the shotgun approach, i usually let the populace judge which are funny. people will point to a tag by "prev"ing, or even attach my tags to the post if they like them enough. it's a big part of tumblr's culture; i'm both used to and quite fond of the wink-and-nod nature of the tagging system.
to that end, some jokes i think are clever/spend time crafting don't make much of a splash, while things i come up with lying in my bed half asleep at 6am get tons of people laughing. since my posts are primarily image-based, i typically don't want to "taint" them with my silly gags--if they're funny enough, my followers do it for me.
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kinky-moth · 9 months
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i love love LOVED the human dildo training, got me mind all fuzzy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
I'm glad you liked it, you don't see much male sub content around here unfortunately
I was gonna make a second part anyway but I'll post it sooner just for you <3
(part one) TW: hard kinks such as noncon and mind break, overstimulation, degradation, edging Dead dove, do not eat
Once morning comes the new dildo in training gets taken from its conditioning sleeping place and made to stand at attendance; most subjects oppose little to no resistance in their sleepy haze as their cage gets removed and their cocks get examined: during the first days there's no apparent difference, the toy's hips only do so much as twitch while its cock stays limp, but that's soon to change
After the morning check all the toys in their first phase get taken to the same room to be strapped and hooked to the machines, each programmed specifically to hit the subject's tender spots and make them cum the fastest; their head is strapped in place as well, made to watch footage upon footage of other former men going through the process and fulfilling their purpose as human dildos, cumming their brains out just like the machine is training it to do right now
There is no break in the group training room, high pitched moans and other unseemly sounds fill the toys ears as they're worked past their orgasm: the machines never stop once the cock goes limp, monitoring the recovery period every time, training it.
The stimulation doesn't cease until the maximum number of orgasms is reached. The cock is then scrubbed clean and put back in chastity, the subject then has the rest of the day off, but after the intensive work it can do nothing but pass out for another night of conditioning.
The routine keeps up day after day until optimal result is reached, until it stops begging to be spared: once the subject's cock strains in its cage upon wake it gets once again examined and then left in its room, alone for the rest of the day
By the time this happens the toy's mind is already near its breaking point: the addicting feeling of fully emptying its balls has corrupted its way into the thing's mind and now showed itself through an erection that won't go down
Some subjects manage to hold out longer, but most start spontaneously stroking their cocks within the hour, ignoring how painful it may be to further abuse the thing: this is how a toy finally accepts that the only way to feel pleasure anymore is by being used
A toy's hands aren't enough for that though, and it usually dissolves into pitiful moans after a couple of hours, dick still throbbing hard. It gets taken to the bed again for one last round of phase one conditioning, but its painful erection shows it's ready to move on to the next.
Phase two starts the morning after, during the usual inspection: the toy tries its best but its mind immediately melts into the touch of the examiner, hips jerking helplessly as whines escape its throat - its legs are too weak to stop them from taking it back to the examination table, but it's probably forgotten why he hated the place that much anyway.
There, the same machine greeted it again, now fine tuned to all its weaknesses
The doctors hook the toy to it once more and it can already feel the heat about to burst, its thoughts as a human long gone as all its body shivers in anticipation: the machine gets programmed again, and it starts the edging protocol
(Next)
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misunhye · 4 months
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29. felt a rage so strong that it scared them.
Misun is used to the insults, the slut shaming, demanding for her to leave the group. She has been subjected to it ever since she was revealed as a member of NCT. She can take it.
What she can’t take is her members in her place.
It’s 2020, and NCT Dream are in the middle of Ridin’ promotions. She’s glad to be near her members again after the pandemic, but she wishes Mark was with them. It’s gotten easier, but she never thinks she’ll get used to wanting to tell Mark something and turning to the space where he’d be, only to find him not there.
She doesn’t want to think about how she’ll feel at the end of the year, when 00 line, including her, will leave Chenle and Jisung. She has NCT XS, but it’s not the same, no matter what she says to the fans. It’s always been them, even before debut.
They’re at a radio show, and Misun is well aware of the rumors circulating social media. Twitter is a shit show, and Jaemin has had to pry her phone from her hands multiple times now. He doesn’t even look himself, but she can’t help it. She’s used to talking to fans constantly, but this makes her want to hide away— something she hasn’t done since 2018. It’s not even about her, this time.
A comment catches her eye when Jeno is talking, and she prepares herself for what she knows the comment will say.
Na Jaemin, how could you do this? You’ve ruined it for your members, are you happy?
Her eye twitches. There’s an unfamiliar burning pit in her chest and she doesn’t like it. The unknown always scared her. She can feel her fist tightening at her side, staring at the screen even though the comment is long gone by now. Her brows are pulled down, jaw clenching. A moment later, her expression relaxes as she looks away from the screen to Haechan, who is now speaking.
Jaemin’s hand is resting on her knee, underneath the table where the camera can’t see. His warm palm on her exposed knee through her ripped blue jeans, patting once before moving back to his side. He hasn’t spoken besides greeting the staff and fans. She doesn’t like how he’s making himself small, staying quiet and letting the others speak. She remembers how she felt the first time she read netizens’ comments, how she felt. He doesn’t deserve to feel the same way she does.
Misun’s eyes dart to Jaemin, who sits on her left, quietly watching the others converse. Her eyes roam his face, searching for anything that says he saw any bad comments, but his eyes are solely on his members or the MCs. She looks back to the screen displaying comments.
A few comments catch her eye, talking about how Jaemin betrayed the fans. It reminds her of certain fans of hers, ones that think she belongs to them. The comments telling him to leave and unburden the members, she remembers. She gets those comments constantly.
If they were really fans, they’d never say things like that. They’d truly care that they were loved, and that would be all that matters. Apparently, that is not true. She had realized that long ago, and it still made her angry each time.
The boldness of the fans makes her angry. They can be upset all they want, they can turn on them all they want for not conforming to their desires, but she wishes they’d do it in secrecy. They don’t understand that idols are people, too, and they deserve to experience everything normal citizens do, too.
Jaemin is the least deserving of all for their hatred and bitterness, not when he is always wishing well on fans, talking to them constantly, giving them his all time and time again. Why can’t they see that?
Misun wants to say something. She always does, but SM keeps a tight grip on her strings. They tighten with each thing she does wrong, or even with things she does right, forcing her further into the shape they conformed her into. She doesn’t like feeling stuck, but she’s stuck in this.
She’s afraid of her giving into her anger. She doesn’t like the person she is when she’s angry. It’s not her.
Jaemin’s hand finds hers again, settling on top of it under the table. She flips her hand over, intertwining their fingers. She squeezes his hand three times.
Are you OK?
Jaemin squeezes back twice.
No.
His head turns to look her in the eye, a small, reassuring smile that doesn’t reach his eyes on his face. She blinks and all she can hear is white noise, her members’ voices combing into one in the background.
She wants nothing more to tell people off, hurt them the way they’re hurting Jaemin. They can hurt her. She can take it. Just not them.
He squeezes her hand again, bringing her back to reality. Her vision clears, focusing on Jaemin who’s looking at her in recognition. His thumb runs over her knuckles before they turn back to the cameras.
Misun hates how she lets it go so easily. And that makes her the most angriest of it all.
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aaliyahunleashed · 8 months
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RIP Irish Grinstead of 90's R&B girl group 702
June 2, 1980 - September 16, 2023
December 2022, Irish took a medical leave from 702 to address a serious undisclosed medical condition that took her life yesterday.
On Saturday (September 16, 2023) Grinstead’s sister and fellow group member, Lemisha Grinstead, took to Instagram where she informed fans of the tragic news.
“It is with great sadness that I have to let you know that my beautiful sister and friend has passed away this evening,” she wrote. “She has had a long battle and she is finally at peace. That girl was as bright as the stars! She was not only beautiful on the outside, but also within. Sharing the stage with her was a joy I will cherish for the rest of my life! We, the family ask for prayers and respect for our privacy as we grieve an outstanding loss to our family.”
Please keep her family, friends, fellow band mates, and her fanbase in your thoughts and prayers.
SIDE FACTS:
- 702 made a cameo appearance in Aaliyah's "If Your Girl Only Knew" music video.
- The song "Where My Girls At" was originally offered to TLC for the "Fan Mail" album, but TLC passed on the song.
- 702 was named after the area code of their hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada.
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