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𝒫𝑜𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓂𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓌𝒾𝑒'𝓈 𝒫𝓊𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒞𝒶𝒻𝑒

𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝐵𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇: 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓌𝒾𝑒 (𝟤𝟤, 𝓈𝒽𝑒/𝒽𝑒𝓇)

↬𝒞𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈

↬𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓊

↬𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝐵𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇

↬𝐵𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

↬𝒞𝓊𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓂 𝐵𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈

↬𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓎⤵

↝ 𝒟𝑒𝒿𝒶 𝒱𝓊 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑒 (𝒦𝓎𝑜𝒿𝓊𝓇𝑜 & 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓇𝑜 𝑅. 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉)

↝𝑀𝑒𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒸'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 (𝐻𝑜𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓊 𝐻. 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉)

↝𝒢𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝒞𝒶𝓀𝑒 (𝐸𝓇𝑒𝓃 𝒥. 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻)

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒, 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓁, 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈. 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝑜 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝑜𝒻𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓌𝒾𝑒™

#potofstew info

belimah

art by fckmanji

#jjk #higuruma hiromi #higuruma #hiromi

zutaranti

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but Zuko paid more attention to Katara as a genocide survivor than Aang ever did."

people expect those affected by the fire nation's crime to be perfect victims while zuko's active participation and his family being directly responsible for katara's trauma so taking accountability on his part is literally necessary, like this is equivalent to saying zutaras paid more attention to zuko as an abused child than they ever care about aang or katara as genocide survivors (but it's facts) lol

sneezypeasy

Aren’t you the one who mocked an Iranian Zutarian last week while she’s been under bombardment for months

potofstewie

The behavior is fascinating, truly. I only ever saw behavior like this during peak quarantine. Making an anti ship acc across platforms and doing tomfoolery is concerning behavior. I’ve also realized from twt folks that they post/tweet very often, almost every hour last time it was checked…can a wellfare check be done? This isn’t healthy and you can tell there’s nothing else going for them in life :/

#sad tingz #this user mocked an iranian woman who's currently in a warzone #so do not expect any good faith coming from this person

can someone send me 60 bones so i can play tomodachi life im DYINGGGGGG

#stew’s pot of thoughts

sleyozz

the sexual tension between me and vanishing without context is insane

#stew’s pot of thoughts #stew reblog

o wow, it's been a hot ass minute

a lot has happened since i last uploaded/posted/been active

i spent this summer working as a math teacher, I'm currently in south korea since august for a semester

i just came back from Tokyo for a three day trip

i flirted with so many, lost and gained friendships

i haven't been writing as much but as of late i feel like writing again idk

but, hullo

#stew’s pot of thoughts

carriedlikeabriefcase

After careful consideration I’ve come to the conclusion that getting face fucked by Kokushibo would fix 90% of my problems. I’d be willing to accept Muzan as an alternative if Kokushibo is unable to pencil me in for an appointment.

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this 🥲😭

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As your tongue circled around retracted foreskin, Kokushibo swallowed a groan, forcing the pleasured vibration on his vocal chords to die in his throat. He examined you with all six eyes as you trailed upwards to kitten lick the swollen glands of his fat tip. Each slow brush of your tongue read like torture, setting his nerve endings on fire as the twitched in your mouth. His salty, clear precum coated your lips like lipgloss, smearing across the heated tip as you took it in your mouth, sensually swirling your tongue in tight circles along the slit, teasing him endlessly.

Kokushibo was a man of patience. He was not a weak man who couldn't handle the playful whims of a woman. But you were practically torturing him with your languid pace to the point his balls grew heavy, aching in need. Your fingers wrapped around the base, slowly stroking the veiny appendage. You could offer nothing more than lazy flicks of your wrist, eagerly lapping up his essence, flicking your tongue against his slit.

“Wife, you are taking too long.” His patience has grown thin, his own self control shifting into an urge to discipline you. His fingers curled at his sides, giving you a chance to redeem yourself. A chance to prove yourself. The veins in the backs on his hands protruded as they clenched into unimpressed fists. His breathing remained steady, his aura was not one of anger — no, it was control.

You hummed sweetly, “Maybe you should relax, my lord.” Your lips spread into a sly grin, caressing his tip. “I'll take care of you.”

Tilting your head back, you met his intimidating gaze with your own half-lidded one. Lashes fluttering flirtatiously as though they were heavy. Lust clouded over your vision as your pupils dilated, watching his own narrow. He did not wish to endure your senseless teasing for a moment longer, ensnaring his fingers in your hair, tugging at the root as he pushed past your lips. His hand reached down to cup your cheek — not in a loving embrace, but rather to stabilize your body, keeping you steady as he began to jerk your head back and forth at a rapid pace.

The bulbous tip of his cock slammed into the back of your throat as he brutally thrusted into your mouth. Saliva leaked from the inner corners of your lips with each heavy rock of his hips; drool painted your chin as you struggled to catch your breath, gagging as he brushed into your sensitive flesh. Your hands balled into fists, fighting the urge to helplessly push at his legs. It would only be in vain. Fighting such a formidable foe was futile. Instead, your nails dug into your palms, forming divots in your skin.

“Breath through your nose,” he calmly instructed, “You will yield better results.” He couldn't have you passing out on him. That form of depravity was something found in those below him. Kokushibo was a man of refinement and self control.

Mostly.

Your breath was shallow, cool oxygen refreshing your lungs with your inhale. Stale carbon dioxide escaped as you struggled in his grasp. Lips vibrated at a dull tempo as you began to relax. Palms pressing to his sculpted thighs, molding tightly into the sinew. The tight grip on your hair tightened, the muscles in his hand tensing almost painfully, locking you in place.

Never before had you bewitched Kokushibo so intently, proving your own resilience as you took his harsh ministrations as though you were born to worship his cock. The lewd sound of your gagging your vow to serve him, to venerate him as your dear husband.

Examining the weak rise and fall of your chest, he adjusted his pace. Rough, but with intention behind it. A man who completely gave into his inhibitions was inferior to Kokushibo, lacking the polished restraint that came with strength. He didn't need to commit an act akin to assault to teach you a lesson. Oh no, he could fuck your face with poise — ah, who was he kidding? Your throat burned from the sudden intrusion, friction on the silk that enveloped him caught fire, rubbed practically raw as he chased his high. He observes every tick of your body, to maximize efficiency. Any man could find euphoria eventually, but Kokushibo could calculate it.

Forcing every inch into your mouth, Kokushibo creamed into your inflamed throat. His pelvis grinded into your face, dark hairs tickling the tip of your nose. Fisting your hair even tighter, he pulled on the follicles closest to your throbbing scalp. Salt singing the raw flesh as a thick load of his cum flooded your mouth, descending down as you swallowed each drop. The rough pad of his thumb swiping over your cheek, silently praising you.

He never was good with words.

As he released you, you sputtered, chest heaving as you caught your breath. Spit dribbling down your chin was wiped away by his thumb. He blinked slowly, remembering a remedy to soothe your sore muscles.

“Rest. “He eyes your spent hole. “I'll make you some tea.”

You've earned respite. The bratty demeanor had vanished, and he was quite fond of the phoenix that had arisen.

#kokushibo x reader #kokushibo #kokushibo smut #kokushibo x you #kny smut #kny x reader #stew reblog

patrochilles-or-bust

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

patrochilles-or-bust

Yes, nonblack people can reblog. I'd appreciate it, in fact, if y'all took the time to vocally support your Black friends/fans in fandom.

#stew reblog #arcane #heavy on arcane cuz them mfs racist asf

pompomposting

he is feeling all cozy while wearing a knitted hat

#stew reblog

jessburningontheceiling

potofstewie

Literally me.

#stew reblog

PERIODDDDD

Now for her weaponnnnn

my original plan was to save up for Phrovola's eventual release but I realized that it doesn't hurt to build up the collection first, especially if im F2P

for all we know, Phrovola might come at the end of 2.0!

#stew gaming #wuthering waves #wuwa #wuthering waves phoebe #wuwa phoebe

stargirlfics

no but remember how an anon on here like two months ago tried to convince me I was racist and promoting division by writing black reader insert fics because specifying darker skin color is not inclusive to white ppl….dhsjsjs bc I’m seeing some of the same things being sent to other black writers lately, ofc this happens every few months and I’m just like…this is really the shit we gotta deal with, booo throwing tomatoes

stargirlfics

reblogging from 2022 in 2025 because I’m seeing asks being sent to fellow writers (poc mind you) who are encouraging inclusivity in writing that it’s essentially just too hard to do and basically people get upset anyways for writing black characters the wrong way and once again…boo throwing tomatoes!!

you shouldn’t feel threatened by reminders to consider other people in your creative works and maybe we wouldn’t have to “get mad” at your depictions of people of color and black people if you actually listened to us when we speak about these things

i think many of us aren’t even trying to push you to go ahead and write about poc off the bat, we’re simply asking you to approach us within fandom spaces with respect…and your work should reflect that…because many of you act like that’s just killing you to do

inclusivity is not hard, we have had to be inclusive to a very white standard in writing, art, fandom, and all media and it should not be a topic we have to tiptoe around, hope that helps!

#stew reblog

comatosebunny09-deactivated2025

I saw someone's author's note that said, "If this isn't your vibe, leave the fic alone. Read something else. Like always, I'm not responsible for the media you consume." And that is so fucking real to me. Minding one's business has become a lost art. We should get back to that ASAP.

#stew reblog