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soulmusicsongs · 2 months
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Straighten Up Baby - Smokey Wilson (Blowin' Smoke, 1977)
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lesbianrobin · 1 year
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ok do you have recommendations for country songs that tell a story about a specific event? and/or any singers (of whatever gender) who have nice deep voices?
oh BOY do i!!
ok so easy one first, nice deep voices i'd immediately recommend orville peck (who i am obsessed with so maybe i'm biased but smcjdjd)
josh turner is a more mainstream contemporary artist (aka he could be accused of making bro country) but i think he's got a nice deep voice
and kathy mattea has a nice smooth voice that's a bit on the deeper end for a female vocalist
and by specific event idk if you mean like. real historical events. or if you just mean like telling stories about An Event. i'm gonna assume you mean the latter mfcjdj anyway here are some good ones!! and the first two fellas have deep voices as well
i rly hope you like some/one of these!!
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lyriumrain · 7 months
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was walking behind this matrix looking skinny ass motherfucker today, big fat black platform boots with the black trousers tucked in, long ass black fake leather jacket, with a black hoodie underneath with the hood pulled up
I was impressed given it's starting to get warmer now, but then they just HAD to light a goddamn cigarette. blowin their fuckin stank ass smoke all over the other pedestrians (and more importantly, ME 😒)
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groovetrill · 2 years
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Yeah, yeah, listen to the story I'm about to tell
Another tale about that yayo
Little girl once innocent and sweet
14 introduced to the street
Started from weed, big smoke outs
before you could exhale, blunt in your mouth
Sham, Nay, blew you blew
now you need something else to do
A new high to try, a new place to go
introduced to the yay to the yo
House full of girls, old and young
playin it on the table takin one on ones
Use dollar bills just to snort the lines
you see the big girls do it so of course it's fine
Cocaine enforced on your mind
Now blow, then they blowin ya time
Let's go
[Chorus: Andre Nickatina]
Ayo for yayo
Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal
I must have been craze yo
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notmuchtoconceal · 4 months
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Scene: Echoing through the lower strata of civilization, the influence of the guardsmen reverberates through every soul, carving them as totems to their effigies. Their manner too, flows in accordance with the influence from above, so that by the legion, men behave in miniature as those whom they have seen and taken in command. In caves, cafes, forums, symposia, automats, laundromats and psychomats, the seven who are one spiral out in uniform, manifold in overlapping constellations, the same handful of voices drowning out all in white noise.
-- their banter strikes me as eerily familiar, psychorrhax.
-- a cat and a mirror i said i'd pay, now i have, to see it all painted black.
you had only wanted to slip away. there was no need for a procession.
-- y'know, mates. it don't strike me as peculiar at all, y'know, ya got like -- me on the big antennie erryday always flappin my gummies and spreadin pollin like butterfly wings, makes perfect sense it's allergy season every month and no one can see or breathe with eyes all watery and nostrils all shut and it's loike -- why'd they even want to anyway, when they open em up and all they see's joey and the big man blowin smoke up each other's asses or in our faces, just like dad ... and anyway dad's still a fuckin joke, loike -- why don't i just switch him to hospice already, and loike -- why don't big yummy brother jacek just get his cute lil ass over here and rail my even cuter little ass like a japanese magnet line ;-- blow so much cum up in me i bust it out the nose like milk duds -- aw, yeah. brux got that unsexy. brux gets in his big ol' joey chair erry day and spreads his insecure neurotic ramblins to erry open ear like a sweet honey combed and spooted loogie ill-suited as the lozenge ya shoved up yer arsehole!
-- insecure!? who's sayin i'm insecure! i am so secure in myself, i never wear a seatbelt and i got the dents and the grit-paps to prove it!
cpt. haruspex jolted up in the hothouse. over the counter and across the floor. you saw it happening. backlit by the green velvet arabesque. cpts. schreibermachen and psychorrhax had been there listening.
-- do you suppose they can see us sitting here, psychorrhax?
the voice came so close, you could feel the heat on your ear.
-- i can say with certainty that it's always absolutely intentional.
peering through the windowless frame, no glass to bend light nor ripple, the conversation paid them no mind. the enlisted men and the goons were synonymous in description and form. their canvass, their khaki and pleather shone with the gloss of any black regalia we could skin by our own. through the air, rending the currents, a boot twirled as an axe-head to bash cpt. haruspex, gesticulating wildly, back into his seat.
so close, it tickled your neck.
-- they know not that it's us, cpt. schreibermachen.
-- we are anonymous amongst ourselves, for living in our way, so splendid and so open, we have invited others to do likewise.
-- do you suppose we ought have them executed, cpt. schreibermachen?
-- we'd hurt none but ourselves, laik.
while reviewing the footage captured by the sentry drone, cpt. schreibermachen drained himself of a liter of blood as he stood crumbling before the wall which was his brother clinging to him.
this set of men -- observing the other set of men.
their resemblance was indeed uncanny as stated.
-- those men who went down there... they look exactly as us!
-- their names too ... are schreibermachen, psychorrhax and haruspex.
-- they... must be our conscious duplicates!
brux cleared his throat. with the screech of a PA, he whirred.
-- naw, mate. sure it ain't helpin, our evident and irrefutable popularity, what with the lil monopoly we got goin (brux is the winner -- none of you are beatin brux. brux is gonna take all the property, all the money, all your dignity, free time, love, hate and capacity to think original thought) but i consulted the officer's records at the archive of officer viewin (never a finer collection of squeezable asses!) and they are officers -- of equal rank with us -- sharin our surnames by sheer coincidence since shared birth. makes ya wonder, though -- how long they've all known each other?
laika's eyes lingered within a bound document he let hang open.
-- this man you are looking at, sir. he is the cpt. joey schreibermachen who continuously supplies the "forgeries" you have violently expelled and defiled from the orthodox library of all published arts. he has amassed a considerable following as a renegade, outsider and sensual man of the people, despite his prodigious learning and pompous manner.
-- he is a him, psychorrhax? great gehenna, his prose style is ghastly!
(his strange and oscillating manner, to say nothing of the other chimerical assemblages made me suspect it was a collective or historical golem!)
-- he is a man writing in a manner after his own heart. you would appreciate him surely more as an original than as an imitation.
-- he takes my body, my name, my soul, but then he thinks he can have his own prose style? what sense does that make you, psychorrhax?
(bro, i think you should like... totally hang out with the other joey, bro.)
-- to whom is the shade most loyal, the eyes or to the light?
(two pack a broeys. clink and froth, bro. clink and froth.)
-- the eclipse we view only by its shadow.
(what could he give to you and through you, bro?
what could you give and be through him?)
joey needed to take some time. to process, in the lukewarm bitterness of his day old coffee -- that he wasn't the only joey in the world anymore.
-- if our influence is to remain this sharp and persistent, psychorrhax, we can have no hope if we are to run from it. to attempt to remain ignorant of what we now know is simple cowardice, and cowards are now and forever denied the gift which is the dignity of life.
-- to refuse to act is simply to die.
-- we must act, then. act with what certainties we allow ourselves, and remain affirmative within uncertainty, for eyes pressed forward to the sky which is our only horizon, we may reach peak speed, fortified in body and purified of spirit, so the only filth we shall accrue will be the debris and the droplets, the splattering of insects, upon the visors which too conceal our sight with the necessary data we cannot navigate without!
sprawled before the wall of electric eyes, cpt. jacek powdered as a donut hole in the pinstripes of his fine tailoring, began to get to work.
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newmoneyrecordshop · 4 months
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Beautiful (originally named Shawnna) written by Joe Buffalo
INTRO (8 bars) yeah love from Big Joe to a, beautiful young woman I watched grow
VS 1 you a woman now, i can't tell you nothing now. even tho i told you drugs was bad, and lean was sad and smoke was a fad, but i think all my words just made you mad. low key i always had yo back. i seen you jumpin in and out of cars, different cars. fancy cars. it was hard. i never knew where you goin' i always thought you was in motion. one day you walked past and it smelled like you was blowin' then i grew sad, r.i.p. yo innocence my condolence. you grow'n to be a very pretty lady. and i don't wanna see you go down that way,you see you see. you a woman now. grew from a flower child. rock the lastest kicks and i really like yo style
BRIDGE beautiful, you are beautiful, you are to me
(you a woman now, i can't tell you nothing now (repeats in the background)
beautiful, you are beautiful, you are to me
VS 2 i always love to see smile girl i'm always waitin at the house girl and when you leave for outta town girl i'll still be around girl i'll be around, i'll be around, i'll be around girl
beautiful.
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fynn9 · 5 months
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ROCKSTAR
Hahahahaha
Tank God
Ayy, ayy
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)
Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Scott, ayy)
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison ('son, ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (car, ayy)
Shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band" (ayy, ayy)
Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drinkin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
And now she screamin' out, "¡No más!" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six cars?" (21)
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin', "Where the coke at?" (21, 21)
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (ayy)
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a-
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a
~Post Malone
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rainsmediaradio · 10 months
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Young Thug - Wit Da Racks Lyrics
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Young Thug - Wit Da Racks Lyrics Intro (Wheezy outta here) Chorus: Young Thug Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it) Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy) You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (Ha, grrah) Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo) I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks) I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that Nigga rich as fuck, I don't know where he was at (Woah) Ran the dawgs to train and I didn't have a track (Woah, hey, hey) Verse 1: Young Thug I say what I mean and I don't take it back With the waterfall on my wrist and my neck I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp of distress I'm a sex symbol, bitches love me to death Sincе November, I've been buyin' thе stuff I don't do no rent and I've been keepin' it tough She got four feelings, that's the coupe and the truck Shorty trippin', I ain't do nothin' to her (Woo) All I did was turn up more women She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (Yeah) Every album got no skippin' (Ha) Shorty bad, ain't have no chicken (Why?) Suburban, her toe pretty (Ayy) You a nerd, I hold the city (Yeah) Ain't no way and I told 'em to hit it (Skrrt) You get lost, hope you know the city Better not get caught in the wrong trenches (Haha) What's on your wrist, million? Last week, it might be a zillion (Woo) Kanye let me borrow a billion Mediterranean, buy a village (Woo) I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (Woo) Chorus: Young Thug Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back Ah, slatt, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it) Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy) You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (Ha, grrah) Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo) I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks) I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that Nigga rich as fuck, I don't know where he was at (Woo) Ran the dawgs to train and I didn't have a track (Woo, hey, hey) Verse 2: 21 Savage & Travis Scott I took her shoppin' at Soho (21) I leased a nigga, this your ho (21) Snatchin' my chain is a no-no (21) Get your ass shot from the logo (21) I put an opp in a chokehold (Pussy) They snitchin' and broke, po-po (Pussy) Give me a quickie, she go-go (Pussy) 'Cause I'm in a rush, JoJo (On God) Okay, buy a coin, buy another one (Yeah) Way too many, gave my brother one (Yeah) Send a blitz, we huddlin' (Yeah) When it's smoke they stutterin' (Yeah) Switch on the Glock, strike a pose I'm a cameraman, it's shutterin' (21) Nosy niggas, we buttonin' (21) Bend it over, let me see somethin' Young FL Studio from the back, I'm tryna beat somethin' I'm the type to put my boots on, he the type to run and go tweet somethin' I don't play about my hard drive, get your ass whooped if you leak somethin' Niggas always tryna sneak somethin' (21, 21, 21, ah) Verse 3: Travis Scott Went to Bleveland Ave, had the scoop with the camp (Hah) I know mama Duck livin' richer than France You know dally door, from the block, they the best I got two twins in the back of the truck They ass fat, like fifteens, in the back of the truck I took two two's, put it right in the cuff Got the other twelve, 'cause we don't fuck with her (Woo) Spot jumpin', now you know that it's his (Let's go) Soft skin like it's out a bikini Took a rose right out a martini (Ahh) One balloon and I'm havin' her fiendin' (Ahh) To the roof, where we don't have a ceilin' What the fuck, tell me, what does that mean then? (Yeah) That mean I'm gee-ee-ee-eeked (Oh) Rollin', I can't feel my hands and my feet (Oh) Got in some pension in the trillion, in the zillion (Yeah) We might need quantum physics to count the rizzisks with the slizzicks UTOPIA, back to business Chorus: Young Thug, Travis Scott & Yak Gotti Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back (Slatt, woo) Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (Uh, come with it) Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (Woo, ha, ayy) You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (Ha, grrah) Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (Woo) I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (Ha, brr, just racks) I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that Nigga rich as fuck, I don't know where he was at (Woo) Ran the dawgs to train and I didn't have a track (Woo, Yak) Outro: Yak Gotti I've been that way since a lil' nigga Don't like it, then deal with it Huh, bool out and I chill with you It's YG and Spider, your favorite idol, your favorite rival (Slatt) Maniac man, Yak' with the MAC Might beat on your chest, lil' nigga, relax Tactical, yeah, I get radical, don't it? Yak' What's happenin'? Maniac, yeah, OG Read the full article
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soulmusicsongs · 5 months
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Night Time - Smokey Wilson (Blowin' Smoke, 1977)
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write-not-to-die · 1 year
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I was there, sitting
smoking, blowin’ my life away
They make you too many promises in the big city
but only the golden ones will stay
Can’t trust on your self-pity
can’t rely on your own shame!
Everyone you thought you loved and knew
some of them just go away
Depression is such an easy hole to fall
everything you own fading away after all
And the ones who leave sometimes should’ve stayed
sometimes I think the world is just such a dark place
to be…
I won’t go back no
I won’t give up
but I plead for help ‘cause sometimes it’s haaaard
I’ll burn myself down once again
I’ll dig my own grave in the end
If I have to I just will
Maybe if I see the sun set once again
Maybe my worries would show me a plan
And maybe this pain never was
Poison can be the cure
if it does
The shadows won’t reign again
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nicogayngelo · 1 year
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14, 28, 29 (tgm)! 💖
14. favorite AU you read this year?
time and time again by andthentheybow im also just a big fan of all the "this is casual" to "oh fuck i've caught feelings" au
28. Did any line/passage stick with you after you read it?
It’s a warm night, and they’re a thousand miles away from certain death but it still feels pretty close right now, tendrils of smoke curling up around them, Jake half-illuminated by flame. Handsome and bruised and all the things Bradley’s convinced himself a million times need to be avoided in the pursuit of self-preservation. from for the fatherless by Bartonfink
29. Do you have any works you think are required reading for (fandom)?
obvi all the ones i've recced so far but here are a few more i love that didnt make any of the previous lists:
our paths will cross again by haridwar (this whole series is great but i love this one)
boy you're blowin' up my phone by @floydsin
men like us by dancingDisaster
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joecharter · 1 year
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⁣See You on the Mountain by Joe Charter Official Music Release #joechartermusic #fcm33radio Joe Charter Music official web site ⁣https://www.joechartermusic.com/ and Rumble FCM33Radio https://rumble.com/v26pfe2-see-you-on-the-mountain-by-joe-charter-official-music-release-joechartermus.html and Roxytube FCM33radio https://www.roxytube.com/v/QViHmr
⁣See you on the mountain I know who you are
The commons now surround you And take away your pride
I ran out of wine tonight And I ran out of gold
Oh…..the master of the universe Won’t be undersold
(Break) Oooooooooo Oooooooo This aint no joke Not blowin smoke X2
I see you on the mountain I know who you are
Verse 2
I dusted off my fingers Just before the fall
I touched every tree I could And feel the damp f the grass
Oh…..I love you Oooooooo Oooooooooo (Build) I ‘ll my part I’ll take my strides I’ll my rides I’ll take my highs I’ll take my lows That’s how I go I keep the hope x 2 This aint no joke Not blowin smoke x 2
(Break) Build
See you on the mountain x (repeat)
Extro
I ‘ll my part I’ll take my strides I’ll my rides I’ll take my highs I’ll take my lows That’s how I go I keep the hope x 2 This aint no joke Not blowin smoke x 2
Hey everyone Lets have some fun Lets dance again Lets dance again x 4
See you on the mountain x (repeat)
(Final tag)
The sun is our provider I’ll see you on the mountain
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Yeah Yeah, yeah (ProtegeBeatz) Uh, gang I bet that nigga get sprayed I'm sprayin' out that cut with that chop Ayy, benihana, whip it right in your zone I'm still wearin' bust down, big Cartier Bust down that Cartier, nigga, I trap with that AK Don't play with the gang, nigga, play where you stay I'm Zone 1, westside, nigga, that's Money Gang I don't bust down no fire, like to put that on gang Swing in the trap, nigga know I've been trappin' off quick bags Young nigga smokin' on dope, nigga pussy Nigga slide through my hood, need that chain, gon' be took Nigga sell me a bird like nobody was lookin' Flex on that Money Gang, blowin' on ZaZa Young Drako, all night with the rah-rah Pop out the cut, nigga pop like Impala Whippin' up dope, magic, ta-da Fuck nigga run and get popped like my collar Young Drako real dripper, I'm rockin' Prada Whip up that dope in some new Balenciaga Top of the condo, I'm chillin' with [?] Talk of the city, I'm back on my pivot Nigga want smoke, let's get it Flex up that Money Gang, that's my committee Slide on your block with 150 ZaZa, Draco was smokin' on ZaZa Slide on your block with that choppa, blah, blah Big Draco, but I'm higher than How High Big Draco connected like WiFi Slide on your block right now Big Backwoods, smokin' something exotic Then I go and bust down my wrist, it stay quieted, yeah
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hakkais-hoe · 2 years
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Random Nsfw Headcannons
Age warning: 18+ mdni ty
Idk how my brain works but I just feel like they do these 🤷‍♀️
These are like either during sex, sexy things they do or stupid things they’ve done.
Warnings: noting too major, just shit they enjoy or don’t or strange things they do. It’s all sex shit tho
Pt.2
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Ran and Koko both love being overstimulated. They keep going till they’re practically sobbing n shootin blanks.
Kakucho needs intense after care in the form of affirmations that you love him and being able to lay his head on your chest to feel your heartbeat
Rindou likes choking you
Chifuyu has to have his hair pulled to cum
Taijus favourite position is missionary, (he’s a basic bitch) but it’s because he can see how pretty you look screaming his name
Sanzu has a blood kink (might as well be cannon)
South, Draken, Mucho and Hanma have a massive n I mean massive size kink, they want to be able to completely subdue you easily (voluntarily ofc)
Mikey can’t let you reverse cowgirl him cos he cums in seconds 😮‍💨
Sanzu has a corruption kink
Inupi absolutely dies when you ride him on his chair also leaves bruises on ya hips from the force of restraining himself from meeting each of ya bounces
Takeomi once accidentally dropped ash in your hair when you were blowin him, safe to say he’s not allowed to smoke when you’re below him anymore
Rindou and Ran are massive believers in treating vibrators and sex toys as their best friends if ygm 😩
Smiley once let you pull his hair durin sex n almost cried when you pulled a bit out (you’re not allowed near his hair during anything sexual now)
Angry whines when you ride him but goes absolutely feral n blows your back out when he’s on top
Speaking of feral our winners for that shit are: Sanzu, South, Hanma (but he’s rly mean too), Shion and Angry.
Hakkai forgets how big his dick is way too much n hardly preps ya before literally tryna shove it in (please remind him)
Mitsuya is 100% a service dom this man will treat you like pure royalty when he’s fuckin ya (and when he’s not but that’s irrelevant rn)
Kokonoi always,always, always buys ya something with his name on that you have to wear when he fucks ya
Taiju once spanked ya so hard he left a hand print bruise with one hit, the safe word was used that day
South is a complete bastard on your first time with him, called ya some nasty names n you didn’t call him back 😂 he had to come find ya after that
Mucho is way, way too silent when he’s rearranging your internal organs, literally just stares down at you with a straight face for a while, you’re gonna have to tell him that you wanna hear him too ngl
Shions dick once accidentally slapped you right in the face, didn’t ruin the mood but he had to take a five minute break to catch his breath (this man laughs like a hyena too)
Hanma does not know when to ease up with the choking
Mikey can go from the most gentle n sweet thrusts to the most aggressive feral pounding in seconds.
Rindou uses you as a stress reliever, but in a kinda attractive way. Literally comes home n is like “we’re gonna fuck right now” n walks off
Shion n Kakucho have really pretty dicks
Inupi is a massive tease when he first wakes up, this dickhead literally wakes you up with his head between ya legs n a grin on his face or he wakes ya up by grinding his clothed erection into you
Peh-Yan once slung his tie around your neck n used it to choke you while he fucked you on his desk
Sanzu can be unusually gentle with you when he’s been off his “meds” for a few hours, speaks in muttered whispers while he’s treating you like glass
Takeomi always goes with deep n slow thrusts, so gentle yet absolutely mind blowing, it may be gentle but you can practically feel him in your stomach with the way he moves
Taiju always wears condoms unless you’ve both talked throughly about it
Kazutoras moans are really really pretty, even when he’s blowin ya back out he’s practically whining n drooling
Chifuyu likes to bite you on the shoulder when he cums
Shinichiro, Keizo and Wakasa are the most likely to paint ya insides when you squeeze them too tight n it tips them over
Keizo always n I mean always lifts you up n man handles you when you fuck
Wakasa massages ya thighs when he’s in the mood but in a nonchalant way like he’s kind of doing it without thinking
Shinichiro is the king of asking if your okay or if anything hurts, 100% affirmation king too
Draken always does that cheek squeeze/pat thing when he cums in ur mouth with a “you did well”
Hakkai gets unusually dominant when you’re being a little shit n pissin him off
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M ngl this is some of the randomness that my brain comes up with 😂
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