cohost is a lot like tumblr. you can have a blog, you can reblog things.
cohost is also a lot NOT like tumblr. it's explicitly anti-algorithm, no ads, and extremely transparent.
it's made by some friends of mine, and right now it's invite-only, but you can also make an account and you're put into a queue that's activated as the site scales up. I think it's a really cool project and I'm going to be on there more and more, i think.
it's totally free, and the culture is still starting, but there is some real top-tier Posting going on. you can check out the cohost twitter account for more information, but i really think this is gonna Be Something.
if we're mutuals feel free to reach out for an invite code, i have a few more saved up. (update signup is totally open now) the site's good, i love it, and i'm way less worried about some of the dumb shit that circles around sites like tumblr or twitter. for one thing, they're actively doing all these things:
i trust these folks, and i think the site's good. i think more people should be on it, and if you're used to tumblr you'll probably like cohost.
Reblogging this again to add things I've liked while splorin co-host:
You can add private notes about a user on their profile (only visible to yourself) which I've always wanted so I leave myself a reminder for "artist draws x character the way i like" or "blocked this guy for being a creep"
Marking content warnings are streamlined and collective so you dont have to filter out 50 versions of the same way to tag it (#tw, #cw, #cw:, etc)
It looks like they just took all the things people generally like from Tumblr and Twitter and built on it.
I like that "reblogs/retweets" are "shares"
And i also like that theres a waiting period after signing up to be able to post, but still lets me explore tags, functions, edit, etc. Like introducing a new cat
Asks, anons, replies are all there
Pinned tags to your profile for easy art tag or themed post organization
Other features i liked but cant think of at the moment
Tldr; hope it grows, it reminds me of a simplified tumblr from when i was younger in a good way
in porn, gangbangs are always so rough and degrading and hard. where’s my soft gangbangs???? where all the guys call the girl cute pet names and actually try to make her cum and check in with her to see how she’s doing. they tell her she’s so pretty and she’s doing so well for them and making them feel so good and they just adore her okay. find me that porn.
when one piece said "existing is not a crime" and when it said "thank you for loving me" and when it said "tell me you want to live" and when it said "being alone is worse than being hurt" and when it said "you're my friend" and when it said "someday you will find kind people" and when it said "there are people out there who will love you" and when it said
and when it said "do not blame the son for the sins of the father" and when it said "a person only dies when they are forgotten" and when it said "thank you for living" and when it said "children are not obligated to forgive their abusive parents" and when it said "you do not have to forgive the people who have hurt you but do not pass your hate on to the next generation"
iñaki godoy studied luffyology at the esteemed monkey d'university. he graduated top of his class. latin honors. he's on his way to get a phd. oops wait he's already got it. my god. the talent on this young man. he's got that natural troublemaker face. the class clown at the back of the class kind of energy. a kid who's hiding something in his hand. u take one glance at this guy and u know he's not up to no good. but would u follow him anyway? are u kidding me. look at him. of course u would.
content warnings: student/professor relationship, facials, creampie, reader being extremely horny
✹ read on ao3 ✹ (will add later since as of now, ao3 is down)
author’s note: writing abt marco as a way to cope with the fact that i have the most ridiculous crush one one of my professors and it makes me want to explode
Marco knew.
It would, in fact, be very hard for him not to know, with the way he noticed the glances you occasionally gave him during classes.
He couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it, though.
The blond would give you an occasional smile, sometimes a wink, if he felt particularly in the mood that day. He’d sometimes give lectures wearing almost half-unbuttoned shirts, and you’d steal glimpses of his toned, tattooed chest, thinking of how your hands would feel wandering around his body.
But what you didn’t know was that it was almost painful for him to resist you. You were just so sweet, and the way you’d instantly start fidgeting and look away whenever he’d tell you how great you were doing at his class or how you got the best grades out of everyone in your classroom tugged at his heartstrings. He wished he could get on his knees and spend the day worshiping you, telling you how beautiful you looked and how glad he was to have you as his student.
Except he couldn’t.
And the man’s professional ethics were currently being put to test yet again as you sat by his side and he gave you another explanation of the current subject, your shoulders almost touching and the scent of your perfume reaching his nostrils. “I… I’m sorry, Marco. I just can’t seem to focus today.” You stare at the classroom’s closed door absentmindedly, listening to the occasional muffled noises of students passing by and talking. “It’s just… I’m kinda tired. I’m sorry I made you stay after class for this, I just needed to refresh my mind a little bit.” Marco leans against his chair and frowns as you say this, putting one of his legs over the other and staring at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Is something going on? You seem very tired, yoi.” Although he was undeniably very attracted to you, he was also extremely concerned for your wellbeing, and regarding you, that would come before anything for him. You nod, leaning on the table and looking at him. “I just had a really intense week. I could use some rest and all.” He looks at you and hums, closing the textbook and giving it back to you. “You shouldn’t force yourself into studying and staying after class hours if you’re not well-rested, yoi. You should go home and rest.” He ponders for a few seconds as he puts away his things. “Do you want a ride, yoi? The subway gets really crowded at this hour.”
You freeze as he says this, an embarrassed smile making its way into your features. “I… I could use a ride, yeah.” You start putting away your materials and stand up from the table, leaning against the wall near the door as you wait for him. “Come with me.” He mutters, before turning off the lights, closing the door to the classroom and grabbing his car keys. “Seriously, Reader. You can’t take care of others if you don’t take care of yourself. And as a doctor, you’ll need to keep that in mind, yoi.” You nod as you follow him to the parking lot and he opens the car’s passenger door for you. Damn, he’s a gentleman too. “Thanks.” He gets in the driver’s seat and hands you his phone with the Waze app opened so that you can put your address in it. “Tell this Uber driver where we’re headed, yoi.” You chuckle before typing it in and handing him back his phone. He checks it and gives you a smile. “That’s actually pretty close to where I live, yoi. Kinda surprises me that we never ran into each other while grocery shopping or something.”
Your heart skips a beat as he says this, biting your lip as you notice maybe Marco is much more accessible to you than you thought he could ever be. “You’re right. Or maybe we just never thought we’d be that close to each other is all.” He gives a small smile at this before turning on the radio, the low music filling the small space of the car as you zone out staring through the window. You didn’t lie to him, you really could use some rest. But now that you got some alone time with him, the last thing you could think of was rest. “You okay there? You look like your mind is on another planet, yoi.” You smile softly at him and nod. “Yeah, professor. I’m just really tired because we had a lot of assignments to hand in this week. All I want to do is to go home and pet my cat.” The blond sends an amused glance your way as you mention your cat. “You have a cat? What’s it called, yoi?” Your heart flutters in your chest as you think of your cat. “His name’s Gnar. He’s a big, fat, stupid orange boy.”
Marco barks out a laugh as he listens to your description of the poor animal. “Poor thing.” You grin as you look out the window, trying to ignore the fact that you’re just a few blocks away from your apartment complex and just enjoy this moment with him in silence.
The few following minutes you spend in silence are excruciating, feeling like an eternity but also passing much faster than you’d like them to. When you come back to planet Earth, you’re in front of your apartment complex and Marco has parked his car to drop you off, giving you a gentle smile. “Here you are, yoi. Now go and get some rest.” You look out the front window and start fidgeting with your fingers. “Thanks for the ride, professor.” You pause, trying to think of anything else to say. “Uh… do you want to come in and have some coffee? You’ll also have the chance of petting a fat and stupid orange boy.”
Marco’s eyes widen slightly at your request and he feels his heart thump in his chest. You’re his student, damn it. If his superiors knew about this, he’ll be done for.
But it’s just this once, he tells himself.
No one needs to know, he thinks, before smiling at you and nodding. “I’ll take you up on that offer, yoi. I could use coffee and some time with a fat cat.” Your heart skips a beat as he accepts your offer. Fuck, this is really happening. Your hot college professor is seriously going to your house over some coffee and your fat cat. You get out of the vehicle and Marco follows after you, pressing a button on a remote control to lock the car’s doors. As the two of you go into the building and then glance awkwardly at each other inside the elevator, you can feel your chest flutter and a familiar warmth finding its way between your legs. “I’m sorry if my apartment’s messy. I haven’t got any visits in… a while.” He shakes his head, looking at you through half-lidded, tired eyes. “Don’t worry about it, yoi. I’ve been your age before.”
You open the elevator’s door when you get to your floor and start fumbling with the keys to your apartment, and as soon as you take the keys out of your purse, you can hear loud meowing coming from inside your apartment and Marco’s giggling. “Someone sure does seem really happy to have you back home, yoi.” You snort and make a gesture for him to come in just before Gnar runs out the door and rubs himself against your legs. “Come on, fat boy. Let’s get inside, we’ve got a visitor.”
Marco looks around your apartment. It’s small, but it feels homey. In your living room, there’s a couch, facing a small television perched upon a low table, a bookshelf filled with books of all sorts and a few fine art prints hanging on the walls. “It’s pretty, yoi. Matches your personality.” You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you hold Gnar on one arm and use your other arm to close the door. “Make yourself at home. I’ll go make us some coffee. Gnar, be nice to him.” You put the fat creature on the floor and go to the kitchen as it makes its way to Marco, who’s now sitting on the couch.
You actually have to pause a minute to recover yourself as you get in the kitchen and grab two small ceramic coffee cups, setting them on the sink as you fumble with the coffee machine.
Your professor is currently sitting on your couch, being smelled by your cat, as you make the two of you some coffee. And not just any professor, it’s your extremely hot professor that you’ve had a crush on for God knows how long.
Damn it, Reader. You thirsty bitch. You know damn well you don’t want to treat this man to coffee.
Well, at least not just coffee.
You keep thinking about how you’re actually a complete pervert as you put the two cups under the coffee machine and wait for it to come out, grabbing a jar of starch biscuits and taking it to the living room to place it on the table. When you get to the living room, however, you’re greeted by the sight of Gnar kneading on Marco’s lap, rubbing his cheeks against the red frame of his glasses.
Oh my God.
Your professor is being kneaded on by your fat cat as if he were one of your long-term friends or something.
“I think your cat likes me, yoi.” Says Marco, clearly amused at the whole situation. You feel utterly mortified at what’s happening, but you figure you can’t really stop any of it. You muffle your laughter as you scurry back to the kitchen and bring Marco a cup of steaming hot coffee. “Thanks, yoi. Now I just have to figure out how to drink coffee with this sweet, big dude on my lap.” Take me on your lap instead, you think to yourself, looking at the man’s blue eyes. “Good luck.” You say as you lean against the couch, crossing your legs. The blond decides on letting Gnar stay on his lap, leaning against the couch and looking at you as he takes a sip of his coffee. “I really needed this, yoi. It’s not just you students who have a hard time at college, you know.” You nod and look at him with genuine interest. “Remember when some students got some corpse parts from the anatomy lab and took them home to study, yoi? Because I sure do.” You laugh loudly at the memory, leaning your head against the couch’s back and looking at Marco with adoration.
He feels a pang on his chest as you look at him like that, leaning his head on the couch and looking at you as he sips on his coffee. Sure, he’s never had a particularly personal conversation with you, but he knew some of you. How much you loved cats, hated how dry your hands would become after wearing gloves for too long, how you liked wearing crocs around campus even when you weren’t going to the hospital just because they were extremely ugly. Mundane, impersonal things.
But part of him always wished he knew more.
And it seemed like that part of him was taking over as he started leaning his head towards yours, your foreheads slowly touching. He felt Gnar slide slowly down his lap before the cat decided to jump down and the blond managed to spare a quick glance before redirecting his attention to you. You could smell each other’s perfume and the scent of coffee on each other’s breath, and after what seemed like an eternity, your lips brushed lightly against each other.
It was electric, in all senses of the word.
You felt a pang inside your chest before pulling away. It felt like an electric shock and you jumped back, drinking another gulp of your coffee before putting the cup on the table as if trying to convince yourself that you weren’t dreaming. Meanwhile, Marco didn’t know what to do with himself, looking at you with wide eyes as he ran a hand through his blond locks. “Professor, I—“
“Don’t.” He says as he sets his cup on the table and pulls you in for what you’d call an actual kiss, licking your lower lip and putting one of his arms around your shoulder. “I’ve wanted this for so long, yoi—“ He pauses and lets out a groan as you bite his lower lip and tangle your hands on his hair. “Professor… I never… I never thought—'' He chuckles. “You’re so clueless, Reader. I’ve wanted this for so long, yoi. I just never thought we’d ever have an opportunity to-–” You cut off his words with a kiss while slowly climbing onto his lap, unbuttoning his shirt and running your hands up and down his chest, tattooed skin feeling satin smooth under your fingers along with thick blonde hair. Marco shivers under your touch, and you figure maybe it’s been a while since he’s done this. “Reader– oh–” You smirk as you fondle his nipples slowly but firmly, watching him throw his head back. “Are you sure, yoi? I’m your professor and I’m much older than you.”
“I know,” you mutter, your lips gently.grazing his own. “And that’s why I want you, professor.” Marco groans at your words, rolling his hips to try and somehow stimulate himself, earning a moan from you. You take this as a chance to grind against the blond before standing up and looking down at him, and you can see the confusion in his gaze. “Why did you stop? Changed your mind, yoi?” Before you say anything, you drop to your knees and start unzipping his pants only to pull them down to his knees along with his underwear, and you salivate as his dick springs free. The length is average, but he’s thicker than any other of the guys you’ve been with. You wink at him before giving a slow lick from his balls all the way up to his blushed tip, looking him in the eyes. “Shit…” He puts his hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to keep going, and at this, you take as much of his length as you can, jaw aching slightly due to his girth.
“Feels so good, Reader. You really are my best student, yoi.” You can feel your hole clench at his words as you keep on stimulating him with your mouth and tongue, giving his tip a few rough licks and occasionally pressing open-mouthed kisses to his length. His moans start to get more and more high-pitched as his sensibility heightens and he starts slowly thrusting into your mouth, gently enough not to make you gag, but roughly enough for your spit to drip down your chin. You feel him throb as he gives your mouth a few more thrusts before pulling out. However, before he can say anything, he comes, the thick, white liquid spraying over your face. You open your mouth as soon as you feel the first few spurts hit your face and smile as you see Marco’s eyes go wide, licking a bit of his release from your plump lips. “I’m sorry, I haven’t done this in… a while, yoi.” He looks extremely embarrassed, and you can’t blame him. You thought he would probably get more action than you believed he did, but maybe he didn’t have much time for it.
“Can you take some more, professor?” Marco nods before letting out a sigh and leaning against the back of the sofa. “Just… give me a few minutes to recover, okay?” The man pets your hair as you lay your cheek against his thigh, smiling at him as if you were in a trance. You’ve thought of having him all to yourself many times, but you never thought it would actually happen, especially not right after finding out he lives so close to you. You stand up to sit on his lap, slowly rubbing your wetness against his length, only to feel it start to harden again as he lays his head back. “You’re a real menace, Reader. I would’ve never guessed my best student was also the best at such filthy things.” His hands slide down to your ass and knead on it slowly, then slide up to your love handles and lower belly. “God…” You feel the blond start grinding his dick against your drenched pussy, teasing your folds slowly with his tip, and let out a low groan. “Fuck, professor—“ At this, you feel one of his large hands sneak between your legs and circle your clit as he looks at you teasingly. “Professor, please, please, please—“
And then, he can’t hold back anymore.
He pushes two thick fingers inside you and curls them towards himself, looking for your G-spot. “You’re so wet. Do you get this wet whenever you’re at my lectures too, you minx?” You nod, biting your lip and looking down at him through half-lidded eyes. Two of his fingers thrust against your G-spot slowly as his thumb gently circles your clit, earning sighs effortlessly. He massages your sensitive spot a while more before pulling his fingers out and groaning as he licks them clean. “You taste just as amazing as I thought you would, yoi–” He then pauses and his hand directs itself to his hardening length, lining it up with your entrance. You don’t give him the time to thrust himself into you as you sink yourself on his dick. biting your lip and looking at his widened eyes. “It’s okay, professor-” you let out a moan as you move your hips against his. “I’m on birth control– fuck–” Marco nods and gives your asscheeks a firm slap, digging his fingers on the soft skin. “Say my name, yoi—“ The blond’s nails will probably leave crescents on your skin later as he sinks them on your buttocks, moving you up and down his thick length. You bite your lip and look at him, teary-eyed from the stimulation. “Oh, Marco!”
Soft, full lips press against your skin as he smirks, never ceasing his movements as he has his way with you, whispering praises and hands occasionally stroking your thighs. “Reader, I– I’m close again, yoi–” He murmurs against your skin, slowing down to try and keep himself from reaching his limit and you think for a few seconds before giving a devilish smirk. “Come inside me, Marco.” You’d fantasized about this so many times, his skilled hands exploring every inch of your body, plump lips against yours, blue eyes staring at you as if you were the only person on Earth. His moans snap you out of your trance, as he’s clearly unable to hold back anymore. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna come again–” And you feel him throb inside you as he empties himself for the second time, now inside you. “Sorry, yoi. You didn’t even get to finish yet.” He looks to the side, seemingly embarrassed, but you give his cheek a kiss and flash him a smirk.
“Don’t worry, professor. You’re not leaving this private tutoring session too soon.”
“Ugh! Fix your faceee, you don’t look so cute when you pout like that.”
Perona sat there impatiently as she watches you struggle to play with your soaking cunt. You couldn’t help but blush deeply as she sat there and looked at you intently as if she was enjoying seeing you trying to pleasure yourself. She flutters closer to you before wrapping her arm around your midsection and grabbing your wrist tightly.
“Hmph! You’re doing it wrong!” She huffs before pressing her head to your shoulder. She pulls you in between her legs and you lay your back against her plush breasts, a little squeak leaving her as you squished them. “P-Perona~” You whine out softly as she trails her soft fingers down to your clit. “Hush it! If you can’t do it right then you shouldn’t do it at all!” She pouts as she begins to rub circles onto your clit.
You let out little whimpers before you begin to squirm a little, her fingertips gently rubbing and grinding along your clit. “Much better!~ You’re so cute when you’re moaning and squirming for me~” She hums happily in her cutesy little voice. You whine out as you feel her trail her fingers farther from your clit and to your entrance.
She giggles as she softly rubs her fingertip over your needy hole, teasing you. A gasp leaves you before you grind your hips against her finger. “I-Inside! I want them inside Perona!~” You whine out, your hand gripping her forearm. Perona trembles but tried not to falter from your whines. “Ah ah! What do you say when you want something? You’d better ask me nicely or I’m stopping!” She says irritatingly.
“You’d better be happy that I even bothered to help you with your pathetic attempt at playing with yourself!”
It was a bit hard for her to just sit there and finger you while you moaned in her ear. The sound of your pretty moans making her heat slowly spill from her cunt. You whimper at her words and she pulls her fingers away from your cunt before huffing. “N-No~ P-Please Peronaaa~” You whimpered. Perona’s eyebrows furrows as you looked at you with her large and pretty eyes.
“What is it that you wanted again!? You’re so complicating!” Perona says, playing with you to tease you more. You pout at her and she sighs heavily. “P-Please Perona, I want your fingers inside of me~ C-Can you please finger me?~” You whisper out to her. She shivers at your begging tone and turns over to you, her face a deep red. “Hmph! Fine! Since you asked so cutely…” She huffs, a little whimper falling after as she felt herself growing more hot.
She slowly plunged her fingers inside of you and moan you out as you felt her fingers rub against your gummy walls. Perona presses little smooches against your neck, leaving little lipstick marks before she nuzzles against you. “So much better! You’re so cute when you begggg! I dunno how much I can take this cuteness!” Perona squeals as she pushed her fingers farther inside of you.
You moan out loudly as you felt her press against your g-spot and she squeaks afterwards. “Ah! Ngh!~ R-Right there p-please Perona!~” You gasp out. Perona feels her cunt squeeze around nothing as she hears your begging whiny tone. She obeys and nudges her fingers continuously in the same spot while you whine out and moan before laying your head against her shoulder.
Your walls tightens around her fingers as you she shivers before letting out a little whine against you, her thighs squirming against your hips as she slowly starts to rut against you, yearning for some friction.
She presses her pretty pink lips against yours and gives you a sloppy kiss, her lipstick staring all over your lips. “P-Peronaaa~ I-I wanna cum Perona!~” You whine out, your legs tremble against the thick fluffy quilt below you both. Perona lets out a little moan before moving her fingers faster inside of you. “F-Fineee, you can cum~” She moans out before holding your waist tightly.
You let out a loud mewl as you squirt out onto the quilt, a loud moan falling from your lips. You feel Perona shudder against your body before she lets out a cute loud gasp, cumming freely from your sweet little moan. “Ngh~ Ahh~” Perona lets out a little whimper as you lay your body back against her, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.
Perona smiles softly before pressing a deep kiss to your lips, slowly pulling her fingers from your sopping entrance. “So cuteee! Cuter than anything else!~” Perona exclaims happily. Presses her soaked digits into her mouth and hums happily at your sweet taste. You blush deeply as she presses a kiss to your cheek.
“My cutie-patootie~ It was so cute I wanna see you do it again!”
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