#my ancestors are rolling in the grave

[nobitchs-world]

I’m gonna have to pack up the simping it’s almost black history month

#black yn #x black fem reader #black reader #black tumblr #steve harrington x black!reader #steve harrington x black reader #rafe cameron x black!reader #ellie williams x black reader #jason todd x black!reader #my ancestors are rolling in the grave

[gardenofnoah]

hehehe i have izuku on the brain. i want to bite him

cw: explicit oral sex (reader receiving (if one of you gets a community warning put on this i will consider it an act of war and you will be dealt with accordingly. read my warnings you fuckin bozo)), afab reader, no gendered terms used, praise (“pretty baby”, “angel”, etc), terms for body parts (“pussy”, “clit”), izuku being a big slut

i see izuku as a very soft dom. nothing extreme—there’s no bravado or intimidation. you know? he’s just naturally dominant in a gentle way and he’s filthy with how much he needs you.

like, you’re laying on your belly, stretched out down the length of his legs while he’s playing video games. your knees rest on either side of his thighs as you’re scrolling on your phone, he’s focused on the game in front of him but brings a hand down every once in a while to give your thigh or ass a soft squeeze. it’s quiet aside from the sounds of the TV. you start to feel yourself drift off, until you realize he’s quit the game and is now pulling you farther up his lap, until you’re squeezing his waist with your thighs. he goes right to work—fingertips pressing into the skin of your thighs, kneading into the muscles underneath. you let out a pleased sigh, and you feel him tense, just a little bit, above you. his hands move up to grab at the fat of your ass—still gentle, but a little more heated now—and he bends down to kiss the skin that stretches over your spine where your shirt has ridden up.

“izuku,” you breathe out, settling further into his legs and nuzzling your face into the skin below his knee. you feel warm, held by him—every brush of his fingertips leaves a trail of heat that shoots straight to your gut. it settles you, and it ignites something inside of you. you start to squirm.

“pretty baby,” he coos back in response, pressing another kiss to your spine, and it makes you shudder, “got the prettiest view of you right now.”

you’re sure he does—you wiggle your hips at him with a small smile on your lips. his fingertips knead the flesh of your ass, and then he gently pulls you apart—you can hear it, with how wet he’s made you, and you stifle a whimper into his skin. you feel the soft brush of the pad of his thumb over the damp patch of your sleep shorts, and he takes a sharp breath in.

you turn your head to look back at him, and he’s both soft and smoldering—his eyes are so, so dark but his face is tender, a soft smile stretching across his face. it’s adoration that you see—a complete infatuation, running deep inside of him. you know that he will make you feel it.

“hi, angel,” he murmurs, and it makes you smile, “how are you feeling right now?”

“horny,” you tell him honestly, and his grin gets a little wider.

“good,” he says, bending down to press another kiss to the small of your back, eyes never leaving yours, “will you let me make it better?”

you nod, and the corner of his eyes crinkle. you can feel him, hard, pressing between your thighs. you roll your hips down slightly and he sucks in a breath, fingers digging into your ass harshly. his hands move, running over the swell of your hips and holding you where they crease.

“will you lift up your hips for me?”

you push up onto your knees, and his legs spread to accommodate you—you rest your head on the mattress and arch your back a little, offering yourself to him completely.

“like this?”

he sucks in a breath, leaning forward to kiss the back of your thighs, dragging the tip of his nose up to where they meet and inhaling deeply, letting out a low groan.

“yes, baby,” he says, and it’s deep in his chest, “so fucking pretty.”

his fingers reach for the waistband of your shorts, wrapping around the elastic and pulling them from you slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin he reveals. he drags them over your heat slowly, watching a string of your arousal stretch until it snaps. you feel his breath on you and you squirm.

“got the prettiest pussy,” he tells you, and you feel him spread you open with both hands again. you feel deliciously exposed to him, and it makes you clench. he sees it and lets out a moan that almost sounds pained.

“please,” you whine, muffled by the comforter you press your face into.

“please what, angel?”

“please ‘zuku,” you’re almost slurring now, body buzzing with every puff of air that hits your folds, “need your tongue.”

you can almost hear the smile in his voice. “i know baby. you need it so bad, huh? you need me to suck on your poor little clit.”

you press your face further into the bed, openly whining and squirming in the hands that still have you spread open for him. his teasing makes it worse—every inch of you is on fire and you do need him, more than anything else right now.

his lips meet the juncture of your thigh and your sex, and your whole body shivers. he keeps you open, upright—completely still despite your efforts to push your hips back to his face. the tip of his tongue drags along the skin there, through the dark curls that span your flesh. he presses kisses—everywhere but where you are soaking and aching for him—for so long that you feel you might lose your mind. you are a live wire—shivering and whimpering at every touch. he knows it, and he’s getting off on it, if the bucking of his hips is any indication.

he kisses and teases until he’s had his fill, and then he drags his tongue up the length of you, groaning at the flood of you in his mouth. you gasp, grabbing onto the shin that rests beside your head, needing something to ground you.

“so good” he slurs against you, tongue swiping through your folds again, “you taste so fucking good.”

and suddenly it’s like his life depends on it—his tongue is hot and heavy against you, prodding at your swollen clit, flicking it gently before his lips wrap around it and he sucks. he slurps like he needs it more than you do and the sound is loud, so loud and so disgusting and you can’t help but get off on it—on the way that he needs you.

it makes you cry out—if you weren’t already trapped in his hold, you’d have buckled—and he keeps at it, letting his bottom lip, dripping with you, drag against the little nub, flicking his tongue over it before bringing it into his mouth again.

and god, is it good. you can’t form a single thought—you’re stuttering and crying and groaning and the only thing you feel is him. you open your mouth to ask him for more—to beg him to fill you, to stretch you out—but he beats you there, and suddenly his tongue is inside of you, pushing it’s way into the flesh that squeezes it tightly and you squeal. he lets out a groan that sounds more animal than human.

you feel the pressure of his thumb against your clit as he fucks you on his tongue—deep and prodding, filling you so sweetly as you push your hips back to his face, fucking yourself on the muscle. he’s panting and groaning into you, his other hand bruising in its grip on your ass— you know you are dripping down his chin and onto his shirt and the knowledge of that pushes you closer to a rapidly approaching edge. you feel him writhe underneath you—cock straining against his pants as he chases his own pleasure from yours.

“‘zuku ‘m close,” you gasp out, and the grip izuku has on you tightens. he doesn’t falter at all in his pace, doesn’t pull himself from you to tease you—he just presses down a little harder on your clit, a little faster in his movements as he lets out a moan that vibrates through you from the inside—and it’s all you need to clamp down around his tongue hard, crying into the comforter as your orgasm takes you over completely. your hips buck against his face and you distantly hope you haven’t hurt him with how hard your body convulses. his tongue doesn’t stop for a second—not even after you’ve come down from it, but it’s softer—lapping over you slowly and softly, collecting every bit of you that spilled while you whimper beneath him. you shift, reaching an arm underneath you to palm at him, and you’re met with a damp spot on his pants that you certainly did not make. he sucks in a breath when you brush your fingers over it.

“do you feel what you do to me?” he rasps, running his tongue through your folds again, dipping the tip of it inside you, feeling you clench around it as you whine, shocks of overstimulation rippling through you.

he pulls away with a few soft kisses to your sex, and his hands are all over you—warm and soothing while he coaxes your hips back down to the bed, massaging the flesh and squeezing your sore muscles.

he gets you flat on the bed again and then he is a blanket on top of you—all heat and pressure and pressing kisses to the back of your neck and behind your jaw that make you shiver and sigh his name. he supports himself on an elbow beside your head and runs his free hand up the back of it, tangling into your hair and rubbing your scalp. you turn into him and snuggle into his chest—he lets out a small chuckle and holds you to him, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“love you,” you whisper, muffled by his shirt.

“i love you,” he tells you, pressing another kiss to your hair and pulling you tighter to his chest, “i love you so much.”

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#i fear that what i want to do to him will make all of my ancestors roll in their graves #i've literally only ever thought of this man eating it from the back and i just know it's god tier. #i want to see him cry #izuku midoriya #midoriya smut #izuku smut #midoriya fluff #izuku fluff #mha #bnha #my hero academia #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x you #midoriya x you #izuku it's the little things #bwritesthings

[rose-tinted-vision]

A journey to love fandom today I offer you: Yu Shisan/Qian Zhao

HEAR ME OUT: I was already lowkey shipping them during the Jinsha introduction arc, during which

One of the workers approaches Qian Zhao, and Yu Shisan politely ushers Qian Zhao away.

and then: after they rescue Qian Zhao, while they are waiting for Ruyi and Jin Meiniang to finish talking, Yu Shisan flirts (yes, I said flirt) with Qian Zhao

Yu Shisan: Qian Zhao gege, have a tangerine

In Chinese, 哥哥 (gēgē) can mean two things: Older brother, or used between couples (kind of like the Korean 'oppa 오빠', which can mean older brother, or in relationships)

(Reddit discussion / Ximalaya discussion on the topic)

Note that Yu Shisan usually addresses Qian Zhao with "lao Qian (老钱)", a sort of nickname convention used between men who are close friends, so his use of "Qian Zhao gege" here is most definitely deliberate

There's also the little interactions between them that are cute too!!!

And I was so glad that people on Lofter thought the same way too, I've been deep diving there for AJTL fics and have come across a number of 十三昭 (ShisanZhao) fics.

(they make great edits too!! like this one):

caption: (Yu Shisan) knows you care, that's why he dared to use his life to threaten/stop you, but in the end (he) could only watch as you fell in his arms...

(I've recced two fic below, if anyone's interested).

if it was Yu Shisan who got hurt at the smoke tower instead

carefree and easy

#bringing over stuff from the cn side of the fandom #yu shisan #qian zhao #a journey to love #they're lowkey cute together #translations may not be accurate #my ancestors are rolling in their graves #一念关山

[whumpninja]

Top o’ the mornin’, whump community! Happy St. Patrick’s Day! 🍀🌈

#making my Irish ancestors roll over in their graves #whump community #st patricks day #not whumpy

[lovedeathalice]

Me explaining to my Filipino ancestors why it's ok for me to be simping over a Spanish man

I mean LOOK AT HIM BRO😩😩😩

JUST THIS ONE (1) TIME IT'S OK!!!!! :D

THAT 2ND PIC AAAHHHHHHH I THINK I'LL LOSE MY FUCKING MINDDDDD

#luis sera #re4 remake #resident evil 4 #he can colonize my pu$$y any time!!!!!😻😻😻 #my ancestors rolling in their graves rn #luis serra #down HORRENDOUS #thirsty #deprived #i just KNOW he's a FUCKING FREAK

[pennyserenade]

white boy it seems you’ve enchanted me with your whimsy and your character

#misc. #another day of making my ancestors roll in their graves

[desceros]

would you rather have unlimited bacon but no video game or unlimited bacon

i'm going to get my southerner card revoked so hard for saying this but i'm actually not a huge fan of bacon!! like... it's fine? but i don't like it when it's super greasy and bacon is, often, very greasy.

also if the alternative was never playing tales of the abyss again i think i would actually rather die, so

#text tag #oh. do you hear that? it is the sound of all my ancestors ROLLING IN THEIR GRAVES

[pl4ygrrrl]

what’s up my fellow phillip graves fuckers i made a TRUE ALL AMERICAN PATRIOTIC PLAYLIST to woo this TRUE BLUE BLOOD AMERICAN. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND GOD BLESS MY FELLOW PHILLIP GRAVES FUCKERS 🫡

#my ancestors rolling in their graves rn (no pun intended) #they’re saying “girl not another white man” #phillip graves #mw2 graves #graves mw2 #phillip graves mw2 #spotify playlist #grays posting

[tugoslovenka]

not to be ungrateful bc i rly love all the sweet messages and warm wishes i've received from all my mutuals but anytime someone wishes me merry christmas this time of year i want to send them this

#im not religious in the first place so i dont care either way #but my communist ancestors are rolling in their graves

[bonefall]

Questions

Does Squirrelflight have another mate or kits (Juniper and Dandelion) or is she chillin?

Does Russetfur have kits? She’s a clean slate if you don’t have her and Raggedstar share a father. I’ve seen some say Redwillow could work as her son but who knows.

What’s Bramblestar and Jessy’s relationship like? Same with their kits

Hope your day going great bones and remember to hydrate

Does Squilf have another mate or kits?

Not currently! I don't think she really needs one, honestly. I know a lot of people write her as finding happiness with someone else after breaking away from Bramble, but in my mind, I want to give her satisfaction in her family, in power over her clan, in doing the right thing, in all of the other things in her life more important than romantic love.

I wouldn't be against letting her get with someone though! But only if it shakes up that way as I get into the specifics of the story. Imo it's more important to give her a satisfying arc with finding a new mate as a possible nice bonus, if that makes sense.

(I will mention that Daisy is the only current candidate, as they are both having arcs about moving on from bad mates and they might end up having a lot in common. But also this is just a scintilla of an idea at the moment.)

She will also not be having any bio-kits; Squilf is infertile! Weird that they just sorta obliterated the only fertility issues in the whole series...

Does Russetfur get kits?

Not impossible! But unlikely. Something about Russetfur to me feels child-free.

If she has kits, she will probably be a surrogate and the litter will be raised by another couple, ergo be counted as that couple's children for all intents and purposes.

I do want to casually drop, though, that Hal will be getting some major rewrites. He is now a leader of BloodClan, and, I am tentatively planning large changes to how Chelford Township cats view fatherhood. Depending on how those changes go, it might not even be relevant if Hal is their sire or not.

Bramblestar and Jessy

I think the biggest thing to remember with abusive partners is that there's no perfect partner that could 'fix' them. Though growth is possible and I very strongly believe that anyone can change, I feel equally as strongly that most abusers don't. So, I'm actually reaaaally trying to be careful with them.

I don't want to frame Bramble as someone incapable of improvement... but at the same time, I'm not sure if he's the sort of person who actually would. Especially with him being the Clan Leader, an unaccountably high social position. That said, I'm also not interested in just turning Bramblestar into a demon that I just beat with the narrative for catharsis, if that makes sense...

I am leaning towards having them together for a few books, before Jessy breaks it off with him after Bramblestar, inevitably, starts up the cycle anew with her.

I even actually considered her taking Alder in the divorce, returning to her twolegs, with Alder eventually being drawn back to the Clans. To make for a more 'clear' reason why Bramble is so often dismissive of him and his concerns-- clan xenophobia. I'm not very fond of how AVOS glossed over Squilf and Bramble as parents, it ended up sort of implying both of them were toned down personality-wise.

But I'm still unsure if she even leaves ThunderClan, because she does end up with a very respectable position as an excellent builder and general problem-solver. I'm not sure if she should want to give that up.

So TL;DR I've been waffling a lot with my drafts and don't have hard answers yet.

The Bramble/Jessy litter

I mentioned Alderheart earlier, but Sparkpelt is kind of an inverse situation. No matter what happens with Jessy, Spark absolutely excels at her tasks and has a huge interest in clan history. She does a lot to impress her dad and live up to his legacy, hoping to continue the family tradition of becoming leaders of their clans.

Tigerstar is an inevitable part of that history, but Bramblestar named her after his mentor, Firestar. She holds him in high regard, a sort of familial respect towards the cat who saved their legacy by opposing Tigerstar. Because of this, she is apprenticed to Squirrelflight, and they become extremely close.

In contrast to canon that sort of implies Bramblestar was a better father to his first litter than to his second one, I think Bramble was more present for Sparkpaw. Not neccesarily as a nurturing father, but as a quite assertive one. Like a paternal teacher of sorts, keeping her informed on the family stories, social expectations, doing a lot of personal training. Not in a strict way, more... authoritative, is probably the best word for it. Still somewhat emotionally distant, however, though he is trying.

He is also proooobably prone to jealousy, when Sparkpaw is closer to her mentor than to him. I think this eventually causes fights to break out between father and daughter, as Bramble suddenly gets colder and Sparkpelt realizes that she can't just over-achieve her way out of his emotional problems.

I have a huge fondness for complex family dynamics, in case it isn't obvious.

ANYWAY I'm running out of room for Dandelionkit and Juniperkit to fit into the narrative, honestly. I've considered their deaths to be the start of "The Fight" that lead to Jessy and Bramble's kitty divorce, but I don't think Bramblestar is THAT KIND of bad. If anything, it would temporarily cause him to treat Jessy less badly, if they had brewing issues, as these situations make him do in-canon.

I may end up just eliminating them both entirely... giving them to Squilf as a rough pregnancy and stillborn litter seems cruel, unless I shuffle them back earlier to be 'born' at the same time as Holly/Lion/Jay.

#Thanks for the Rewrite asks btw #Makes a good break between me violently shaking main series characters in my mouth #Bonefall Rewrite #I did have a good day btw! #We had like 7 graves to visit and managed to tag 5 before the rain chased us out #Found out apparently I have an ancestor who drove tanks in WW2 so that's cool! #When we visited my Great Great Grandpa we started googling the division he served in and the sun came out as my mom read it out loud #Like right before the clouds rolled back in and it started raining #It was both awe-inspiring and funny because it was right around the moment she says #`Apparently (division) served /w British infantry and got jam and tea as rations causing them to descend on France in search of real food` #Like GGGrandpa was out here trying to REALLY DRIVE IT HOME that British rations sucked LMAOOO #Used his magic ghost powers to make the sun shine down upon dunking on the British #Absolute legend thank you GG Grandpa #Bramblestar #Russetfur #Sparkpelt #Squirrelflight #Alderheart #Jessy #Jesse

[denfucker]

omfg i was late but speak ur language day? 😭😭😭 im barely fluent in my mother tongue which is cringe but 我好久没有讲中文😭😭😭不好意思！！如果你了解我现在说什么真的不好意思😭😭😭两年多没有讲中文

#i just felt my ancestors roll over in their graves and die again #that was so horrendous im sorry

[notmonaca]

[puts a whole lotta effort into making a character look like me including spending several minutes trying to make the Schnoz look like mine only for people to call her white passing]

anyways stan would be having a field day with this one

#except you alex #you get me :) #my maranga ancestors are rolling in their fucking graves probably #my spanish ancestors on the other hand- they wanted this didn't they

[latibvles]

the fact that I audibly giggle at every single Speirs gif set is really such a humbling experience

#my ancestors are rolling in their graves over me being this downbad for some white guy #just some 30 year old white guy and here I go #goin TEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHE #poet’s think thoughts

[skyward-floored]

Peg!!! First off, hugs!

Second off, debate: Is parmesan cheese a condiment?

First— thank you Squiggles 🥰

Second— ah... good question! I... don’t know. So I quickly submitted it to peer review by my dad and two of my sisters and these were their responses—

My dad: ...no? It’s like, a topping, right?

Sister one: what? A condiment? No, I don’t think it is cause like, a condiment is something you put on hot dogs, toppings are what you put on ice cream. Except Parmesan cheese, which is more of a topping.

Sister two: I agree with them, it’s a topping

#and there you have it #it’s a topping not a condiment #squiggles my beloved #answers from the floor #I’m not really a fan of Parmesan cheese actually #the texture bothers me #my Italian ancestors are probably rolling over in their graves lol but it’s true

[crowties]

in the middle of this wip and its just hit me that i (a chinese artist) have never drawn a chinese dragon in my fucking life

#sixteen and typing [chinese dragon] into the google search engine my ancestors are rolling in their GRAVES #wip #mine

[avid-idiot]

When he can do a better waist whine than you<<

Jokes, go off king

#fr tho did you switch bodies with shakira or something? #my ancestors are rolling in their graves rn #—nessa rambles💬