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[farmgirlfromkansas]

coffee at the double r, sunsets over kansas, and a butch in blue waiting at home.

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↳ where art thou? why not uponeth me?, express yourself, don't repress yourself, like a prayer, alien superstar, and america has a problem

[michellechang]

bush owners need to stop apologizing when the person going down on them pauses briefly to pull a pube out of their mouth like baby it comes with the territory we know what we signed up for.... if you want some honey you can't be scared of the bees

[mercymaker]

you guys really need to stop saying that people don't contribute to a fandom unless they're making fanart or writing fanfics or doing something creative where the final output is "content".

i've seen enough posts parroting this sentiment that makes me believe it's not just one person's dumb take, but a growing belief and that boggles my mind.

commenting, engaging, encouraging, and yes, even geeking out about your favorite artist or your favorite fic IS contributing to a fandom. it is vital to the general fandom ecosystem, the way creating and sharing fanworks is!

[farmgirlfromkansas]

where art thou? why not uponeth me?

pairing: butch!clark kent x reader

summary: while working late to meet a strict deadline for perry, clark allows herself to indulge in your desperation for a bit.

word count: 377

tag list: @punksnotdeadbutiam, @unabashedlyinlovewithyou,@whotfisthatsblog,@wildernessmuse, @starwarsbian, @lilacsandlavenderhaze, @florayli, @gingerfemme22, @peachyvillehorror, @cerezzzita, @kryptidfiles, @garrettgr4h4m, @rynwritesstuff, & @bellathebookdevouer | wanna be added?

content warning: 18+ only!!! baby’s first strap-warming fic :)) cocky soft dom clark because i #needthat. wife!reader if you squint. brief mention of a breeding kink and a even more blink and you miss it of her wanting another child. edging and overstimulation <333 clark praises you. slight power imbalance dynamic. not proofread at all!!

a/n: hey everyone! very happy that you guys enjoyed my clois x reader fic. i really enjoyed writing them (especially lois). i hope it’s not, but this might be my last fic for a bit since i start a new semester this week. i wrote this piece yesterday to keep everybody satisfied until i finish a much longer fic. i hope to finish it before my classes get too time consuming! love you all very much 💖💖

LISTEN TO THE SONG FOR THE FULL EXPERIENCE

“Darlin’, please sit still...”

Clark murmured against your skin, tracing her free hand down your back while she simultaneously typed on her laptop.

You were grateful she was even giving this to you in the first place. But every time you neared the edge, Clark would grab your hips and stop your movements.

You had been crying softly for the past hour, slowly grinding against the silicone, tears falling down your cheek and onto her skin while you rolled your hips in vain.

“What have I been trying to tell you? Behave.”

Whimpering in reply, you whispered, “Please, Clark… I need it so bad.”

“You know Perry really wants this article by midnight, baby.”

You whined in response, pouting at her when she returned to her work, leaving you stranded. But despite her warning, you pressed down on the strap, biting your lip to muffle a sob.

Soon, the wet suction of your cunt milking the silicone, which had been echoing throughout Clark’s office, finally broke her concentration.

“Gosh, such a needy little thing, y’know that? Absolutely desperate for my cock.”

You dropped your head to her shoulder, hiding your face from the sheer intensity of it—mostly from how she spoke to you in such a casual, dominant manner.

Before you could answer, your body twitched, so close again to coming right then and there. She forced you to make eye contact, staring down at the glassy haze in your eyes.

“Look at me. Want me to give you another baby, huh?”

“Y-yes, Clarkie…. Want your baby again…”

She chuckles. “Yeah? Let me suck on those pretty tits too?”

The inner walls of your cunt clenched. Damn her.

“Yes... All yours, Clark.”

Clark thrusts her hips upward, the tip of the silicone hitting your g-spot perfectly, splitting you in half.

The first tremor of your orgasm was already building—the waves about to crash over you. You couldn't hold it back. Everything inside you tightened.

When it ruptured, the white-hot deluge of pleasure shattered your vision. Even then, she continued to hold you there, wrapping her arms around your trembling frame.

“That’s my good girl. Did so well for me… Think that will satisfy you for a while?”

You hiccup, still senseless from automatic aftershocks.

“I hope so.”

[fanonical]

'fanfic doesn't need to be perfect' wrong. the ones i'm writing do

[oddandalarmingsexualfeelings]

“do you love fanfiction? dont you wish you could create your own? choose your fandom ship and ai—“ FUCK OFF. NO. FUCK YOUR AI SLOP AND LOG INTO GOOGLE DOCS AND WRITE IT YOURSELF

[malenjoyer]

hug from big blue

[propertyofjameswilson]

happy pride month everyone!!

[marikastarkwalker]

She came to get him... and take him home.

[key-pair]

in case folk outside the UK aren't abreast of our news, the British press just hounded a black academic to death

[key-pair]

a rough timeline of events (from memory, there may be inaccuracies, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)

Cambridge professor of sociology Jason Arday is accused of plagiarism by another academic

the accuser is a "race realist" who believes that in a true meritocracy all university professors would be white. this is somehow not acknowledged much during the entire ordeal

this leads to several days of media coverage demanding an investigation, or that Arday is expelled from his post immediately

somehow this accusation that has no effect on the lives of 99.99% of the population becomes FRONT PAGE NEWS in all the newspapers for multiple days, above anything else happening in the UK or the world at large

following intense media scrutiny, Arday resigns his post as a Cambridge professor

today, august 14th, days after resigning, Arday is found dead at his home in Battersea

the British tabloid press remains, and will always be, fucking evil

[bonivers]

this is really how it feels

[whorgias]

ferris bueller's day off (1986) dir. john hughes

[vatya]

i love loving a song but especially loving a small specific part of the song and the whole listen is leading up to that one part and its like im going to orgasm

[bonivers]

i’ll say ily to a mutual i’ve had for 3 days #nevergaf

[farmgirlfromkansas]

where art thou? why not uponeth me?

pairing: butch!clark kent x reader

summary: while working late to meet a strict deadline for perry, clark allows herself to indulge in your desperation for a bit.

word count: 377

tag list: @punksnotdeadbutiam, @unabashedlyinlovewithyou,@whotfisthatsblog,@wildernessmuse, @starwarsbian, @lilacsandlavenderhaze, @florayli, @gingerfemme22, @peachyvillehorror, @cerezzzita, @kryptidfiles, @garrettgr4h4m, @rynwritesstuff, & @bellathebookdevouer | wanna be added?

content warning: 18+ only!!! baby’s first strap-warming fic :)) cocky soft dom clark because i #needthat. wife!reader if you squint. brief mention of a breeding kink and a even more blink and you miss it of her wanting another child. edging and overstimulation <333 clark praises you. slight power imbalance dynamic. not proofread at all!!

a/n: hey everyone! very happy that you guys enjoyed my clois x reader fic. i really enjoyed writing them (especially lois). i hope it’s not, but this might be my last fic for a bit since i start a new semester this week. i wrote this piece yesterday to keep everybody satisfied until i finish a much longer fic. i hope to finish it before my classes get too time consuming! love you all very much 💖💖

LISTEN TO THE SONG FOR THE FULL EXPERIENCE

“Darlin’, please sit still...”

Clark murmured against your skin, tracing her free hand down your back while she simultaneously typed on her laptop.

You were grateful she was even giving this to you in the first place. But every time you neared the edge, Clark would grab your hips and stop your movements.

You had been crying softly for the past hour, slowly grinding against the silicone, tears falling down your cheek and onto her skin while you rolled your hips in vain.

“What have I been trying to tell you? Behave.”

Whimpering in reply, you whispered, “Please, Clark… I need it so bad.”

“You know Perry really wants this article by midnight, baby.”

You whined in response, pouting at her when she returned to her work, leaving you stranded. But despite her warning, you pressed down on the strap, biting your lip to muffle a sob.

Soon, the wet suction of your cunt milking the silicone, which had been echoing throughout Clark’s office, finally broke her concentration.

“Gosh, such a needy little thing, y’know that? Absolutely desperate for my cock.”

You dropped your head to her shoulder, hiding your face from the sheer intensity of it—mostly from how she spoke to you in such a casual, dominant manner.

Before you could answer, your body twitched, so close again to coming right then and there. She forced you to make eye contact, staring down at the glassy haze in your eyes.

“Look at me. Want me to give you another baby, huh?”

“Y-yes, Clarkie…. Want your baby again…”

She chuckles. “Yeah? Let me suck on those pretty tits too?”

The inner walls of your cunt clenched. Damn her.

“Yes... All yours, Clark.”

Clark thrusts her hips upward, the tip of the silicone hitting your g-spot perfectly, splitting you in half.

The first tremor of your orgasm was already building—the waves about to crash over you. You couldn't hold it back. Everything inside you tightened.

When it ruptured, the white-hot deluge of pleasure shattered your vision. Even then, she continued to hold you there, wrapping her arms around your trembling frame.

“That’s my good girl. Did so well for me… Think that will satisfy you for a while?”

You hiccup, still senseless from automatic aftershocks.

“I hope so.”

[dyke-ave]

smoking weed with my girlfriend would fix me

[william-adolphe-bouguereau]

Two Women on the Balconey, 1936 - Gerda Wegener