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sandpiperrr · 1 year

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So the ren faire comic (issue 73 I think) is fun for many reasons but i really like it bc of how i feel like it ties into one of the big ideas in sandman, the idea that dreams can shape reality (which we see a lot, like in dream of a thousand cats, ramadan, that whole thing in overture, etc). Ofc in sandman dreams can be about a billion things, so the idea of dreams as stories flows quite easily into the idea of dreams as history, in a way. That's how I've always understood the stories like Ramadan and dream of a thousand cats - the way dreams function to "rewrite" reality in the comics is sort of a literal representation of how history - or what we believe to be history - comes about from stories, memories, pieces of the past.

(and the comic in a meta sense deals w the idea of history as stories thru issues like the american king and august. stories based off of history, but ultimately, what's more important is the story that can be told rather than historical accuracy)

When everyone who actually lived through a moment in history dies, all we have left are memories, stories. And over time the story changes, but we can't know what it was 'in reality' so we just believe whatever version of the story we're told. And when everyone believes that something happened, it becomes true, in a way. Even if what we all believe doesn't match the reality of what happened in the past - how would we know?

But one of the interesting things about how dreams change reality is that it's paradoxical. Like in dream of a thousand cats, the humans dream changed it so that things were always the way they are. but even if the world was reimagined, that doesn't mean the cat centric universe didn't happen on some level (after all, dream still rememberd it) the change doesn't make the past less true, it still happened, but reality is just...different.

SO to connect that back to the ren faire comic. So this basically reflects the nature of how history and memory works for us, and Hob is like an irl example of this. The comic does this fun things where it contrasts the imagined past (Gwen and everyone else at the fair) with the actual lived past (Hob). (And admittedly I'm sure we're not supposed to believe everyone at the Ren Fair thinks what they're doing is totally historically accurate, theres an aspect thats just fun fantasy roleplaying, etc) Still, I just think its a fun way to sort of implicitly demonstrate that idea of dreams as history and memory in a way thats more grounded in our reality then it is with the cats issue, or ramadan.

#the sandman #sandman meta #i think??#is anyone actually going to read four paragraphs of disorganized summary of obvious concepts from the comics #i cant be brief im sorry #im releasing this from where it's been caged in my drafts for months #maybe it's incomprehensible but i want her to be free

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marciliedonato · 2 years

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Mcr night at the gay emo club....

#This isn't even related to this show this was a draft I felt like releasing #This was from the night of the Dallas show right before... Anyways be free my baby go out into the world #Mcr #McrOakland #mcraftershock #This is funny bc you can rb this every night there's a show and it stands #My Chemical Romance #Mcr return #Return era #anna's shitposts #wow anna said something #welcome to the circus

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castiellesbian · 2 years

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Heat advisory? Better watch out for Jared Padalecki

#releasing this from my drafts. be free.

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beantothemax · 6 months

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#releasing this post from my drafts like I would an animal from captivity #roam free!

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kingkatsuki · 4 months

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Emptying out my drafts in case Tumblr nukes me again.

Bakugou thinks you can barely take him, but the truth is he can barely take you.

Word Count: 1k.

There’s something so patronising about the condescending coo Bakugou gives when he sinks his cock into you.

“Oh my poor baby. Is it too big?”

No matter how much he tries to prep your poor little hole for his thick cock, it’s futile the moment you feel the thick tip begin to bully its way inside you— and he knows it. A salacious smirk spreads across his cheeks as he slurps at your sopping cunt, spit mixing with your slick as he pumps two fingers inside you. Scissoring them in a feeble attempt to stretch you open for him, the calloused pads of his fingers catching against your pliant walls as his cock throbs between his thighs. Eager to feel the delicious stretch of your walls around him as he leaks pre against the soft fabric of his boxers.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” He rasps against your hole, nose pressed tight against your clit as he shamelessly breathes in the scent of you. His fingers quick to replace his mouth as he lashes his tongue against your clit, stealing more angelic sounds from your lips, “Could do this all damn day.”

Your fingers weave into his messy hair. Blonde now tinted an aging silver that only adds to his allure, the same shade sprinkled down to the thick stubble that graces his cheeks. The slight gruffness of it against your skin only leaves you writhing as your nails scratch against his scalp, causing Bakugou’s groans to vibrate against your slit.

“I know you’re close, princess,” He coos against your clit, sucking the poor innocent bud between his lips as a form of torture as you buck your hips. Trying to escape the intense sensation as he keeps you steady, a pawn for his pleasure as he fucks his fingers into you with more vigor. The crude sound of your slick echos around the room as he lures you towards your release, “I can fuckin’ feel you—”

And he’s right— he always is. The intense pleasure continues to swirl in your abdomen as the coil inside you tightens, your body no match for his touch. Crimson eyes stare up at you from between your thighs as he wills you to cum for him, desperate to draw out your release as he curls his fingers against that spot inside you that he knows will have you believing in heaven.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You can’t focus on anything else but the pure pleasure flowing through your veins as you teeter on the edge of your release, his touch unrelenting as he’s right there behind you ready to push you over.

“Katsuki.” You cry as you feel your release crash into you. Your walls clamping down around his thick fingers as your thighs begin to shake, trying to stop his unrelenting torture on your clit as Bakugou groans around the sensitive nub in satisfaction.

Pulling away from it with a satisfied ‘pop’ as a mixture of your slick and his split glistens against his chin, matted into his stubble as he gives you a cocky smirk. Shamelessly staring down between your thighs at the mess you made, as his spit drools between the curve of your ass and onto the sheets below. It’s debauched, depraved and yet it only seems to spur him on as he dips his thumbs into the hem of his boxers to tug them down. Freeing his leaking cock as it bounces before hanging downwards, and that familiar swirl of anticipation begins to ebb inside you once more.

Bakugou wraps his palm around himself, smearing the wetness of you from his fingers onto his length as he positions himself at your entrance. Ignoring the mess he made on the sheets beneath him as he drags his leaking tip through your messy folds, watching as it catches against your fluttering hole, still in the midsts of your climax.

“Shit, baby.” He groans at the feeling, repeating the motion as his pre mixes with the wetness of you, bumping your clit as he covers himself with your slick, “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

And you know you are; the sheets beneath you sopping as they stick to your ass. Biting down on your bottom lip as he prepares himself at your entrance, eyes shamelessly watching as his bulging, neglected tip breaches the first rim of you. He steals the air from your lungs like he always does, the painful ebb not quite as painful as usual as he smirks knowingly. His thumb playfully flicks your clit as you buck beneath him, burying more of his length inside your pliant walls.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He coos, the cocky lilt returning to his voice as he watches your struggle, “Still too much for your poor little pussy? Even after all that—“

“No,” You pout pathetically, determined as always to have him balls deep. Your thighs tighten around his hips as you try to lure him forward, willing him deeper inside your warmth.

“No?” He mimics hubristically, tilting his head in question before leaning down to peck your pouty lips.

You’re always so obstinate to prove him wrong, pawing at his shoulders to try and pull him away from your warmth. Determined this time will be the time that he slips inside you like a glove— feeling your heartbeat pound through your core as Bakugou gives one harsh rut of his hips and buries himself inside you to the hilt. His balls snug against your ass as he watches your reaction with amusement, your eyes almost roll to the back of your head as you feel completely full.

“Thought you said you could take it, sweetheart.” He gloats, whilst unbeknownst to you, trying to ignore the way your walls cling to him so perfectly.

With age should come experience, but despite the fact that Bakugou is pushing forty you’re the only one that hes been with so intimately. The only person that feels like home— So you could argue this is all a front for the fact that he can’t control himself around you. He’s grateful you can barely take him, because he can barely take you.

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pockettwinzz · 1 month

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7 Minutes In Heaven - S.JK

౨ৎsynopsis౨ৎ : Seven minutes in heaven with your annoying enemy; how would it go...

౨ৎwarnings౨ৎ : MDNI, Smut, blowjob, oral[m!receiving], unprotected sex[naurr],

౨ৎauthor's Note౨ৎ : So this was supposed to be released after my Heeseung fic but dumbass mfing tumblr didn't save my draft so i'm gonna have to re-write some scenes :( will be uploading it asap!!!! dividers by @dollywons

౨ৎwc౨ৎ : 1.6k

Jake and I had never really talked much since freshman year. Anytime we'd try to talk we'd end up arguing about something. Everyone in college knows about it by now.

Tonight, we're at a camping trip with some of our mutual friends. As the night progresses, they drag us into playing truth or dare. When it's my turn, the idiot who's supposed to be my friend dares me to do something insane. "Y/N, you have to spend seven minutes in heaven with Jake."

I groan, not wanting to do this at all. But I have to, or I'll look like a chicken. So, with a sigh, I agree to it. I close my eyes and feel Jake's warm breath on my neck as we're led into the room. I can't help but feel a little bit nervous.

I said to Jake, my voice shaking slightly. "So umm what are we supposed to do?I mean, we could just… talk, I guess?"

Jake scoffs. "I don't want to talk to you. But if you insist…" He pulls me closer, his body pressed against mine. His hands slide up my shirt, sending shivers down my spine. "We could do other things," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

My heart skips a beat. I'm not sure if I should be angry or aroused by this. Jake's touch feels so good, so foreign. He reaches around, unhooking my bra with ease, before tossing it aside. His fingers trace circles around my nipple, making me gasp.

I want to hate this, but my body betrays me. It wants more.

I arch my back, pressing myself against his touch. "Jake…," I breathe out, my voice husky. He smirks, leaning in to capture my lips in a heated kiss. His tongue dances with mine, sending a jolt of desire through my entire body. His hand finds its way down my shorts, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, teasing.

I moan into his kiss, feeling myself grow wetter by the second. I want him to touch me there, to make me feel good. I break away from the kiss, gasping for air, and reach down to unfasten his pants. My fingers brush against his hardness, and I'm taken aback by how big he is. I've never been with anyone this big before.

Jake helps me pull his pants down, revealing his boxer briefs. I reach for the waistband, but he stops me, pushing my hand aside. "Let me take care of that," he says, his voice husky. With practiced movements, he pulls down his underwear, freeing his erection.

He steps back, giving me a moment to take in his fully exposed body. I'm mesmerized by the sight of him, hard and ready for me. He's so confident, so sure of himself. It's almost intimidating. But at the same time, it's incredibly arousing.

I reach out, tentatively touching the tip of his cock. He lets out a shuddering breath, and I feel the heat emanating from his body. His eyes are locked on mine as I stroke him, slowly at first, but then faster, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

He grabs my hand, guiding it, showing me how he likes it. I can feel the veins pulsing beneath his skin, the taut muscles quivering with each touch. His hips begin to move in time with my strokes.

"That's it, baby," he groans. "You're doing so good."

I lean forward, taking him into my mouth. His tip presses against the back of my throat, and I gag a little. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around my hair, guiding me. "Just take it slow, sweetheart. Let me feel you around me."

I obey, sucking gently at first and then harder as I get the hang of it. His hips buck against my face, and I can taste the precum on my tongue. It's salty and sweet, and I can't help but want more. I stroke him with my tongue, feeling the veins pulsing beneath his skin. He moans, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine.

His hand tangles in my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts deeper. "Fuck, that's it," he groans. "You're so good at that." His cock twitches in my mouth, and a warm, thick fluid fills my mouth. I swallow quickly, feeling it trickle down my throat.

He pulls me up, grabbing my ass in his hands, and pushes me back against the wall. His hips begin to move, his cock thrusting against my lips. I open wider, taking him deeper, feeling the head of his cock brush against my entrance. He growls, his hips stuttering, and then he's inside me.

I let out a moan as he fills me, feeling him stretch me, claim me. He begins to move, his hips slamming into mine in a furious rhythm. I can feel the strength in him, the power that he has over me. He grips my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as he takes control of our encounter.

My head falls back against the wall, and I let out a gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. His thrusts grow deeper, harder, and I can feel myself beginning to lose control. I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a bruising kiss.

He groans into the kiss, his hips stuttering against mine as he tries to maintain his rhythm. I can feel the strength in his arms, the way they hold me up, the way they keep me close. He's so big, so powerful, and yet he's gentle with me, almost tender.

His thrusts become more erratic, more urgent. I can feel the tension building in him, the way his breath comes in ragged gasps. I want to make him feel good, want him to let go, so I arch my back, pressing myself deeper against his hips. His cock hits my sweet spot, and he cries out, his body tense as he comes inside me.

He holds me close, his strength steadying me as I feel the aftershocks of his release. His hips slow, but he doesn't pull out. He leans in, kissing my neck, my jaw, my lips. His skin is warm against mine, and I can feel the softness of his hair against my cheek.

"You feel so good," he murmurs, his voice raspy with desire. "So tight, so hot." His hips begin to move again, the friction between us growing more intense with each thrust. He groans, the vibrations traveling up my spine and making my toes curl.

His fingers dance over my skin, tracing patterns that send shivers through my body. He finds my sensitive bundle of nerves, and his touch is electric. "God, I love how you respond to me," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

I lean into his touch, my hips meeting his rhythm. The friction between us grows more intense, more demanding. I can feel myself growing wetter, hotter. His cock strokes my inner walls, finding that perfect spot that drives me wild.

He groans, his breath hot against my neck. "You're so fucking amazing," he whispers, his fingers digging into my hips. "I could feel you tighten around me, feel you get wetter." His hips thrust harder, faster, his cock hitting deep inside me with each thrust.

I was crying out his name as a shudder runs through me. His touch is so gentle, so tender, it's almost too much to bear. He finds my clit with his thumb, circling it expertly, driving me wild. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I feel the pressure building, the need growing more urgent.

"J-jake….. I'm close.." I manage to choke out, my body trembling under his touch. His thrusts grow faster, harder, each one pushing me closer to the edge. He leans down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue thrusting deep inside. I can taste myself on him, feel the heat of our bodies as we move together.

He pulls back, watching me intently as his fingers continue to work their magic on my sensitive skin. His touch is so gentle, so knowing, and it sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Come for me, baby," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

That was my last straw. I came with a scream, my body arching off the bed as my orgasm took me, waves of pleasure rolling through me. Jake's name was torn from my lips as I convulsed around him, my muscles gripping his cock in time with my spasms.

He followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he cried out, his hips bucking wildly. His hot cum spilled inside me, filling me up as he came, his grip on my hips unyielding. For a moment, we were both suspended in time, our bodies still joined as we caught our breath.

The room was hazy with the scent of our sweat and the lingering traces of our pleasure. Jake rolled off me, collapsing onto his back beside me, his chest heaving. I traced a finger along the line of his jaw, admiring the play of muscles beneath his skin. "You're amazing," I whispered, kissing his neck.

He laughed, the sound husky and satisfied. "You're not so bad yourself." He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at me. "Now think of an excuse baby. What are you gonna tell 'em we were doing cause it's been more than 7 minutes."

"We were just… talking. Getting to know each other a little better."

Jake chuckled, "Do you wanna talk some more?"

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