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Happy Pride Month everyone, support your local gays, transgender, bisexual, asexual, agenders, lesbians, intersex, , non binaries, and queers from everywhere.
Love is love, no matter what!
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Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.
Might as well.
nothing to lose.
"Where is my niece?" Iroh asks Zuko as he enters his study. He nods slightly at the attendants who bow in greeting. "There’s a new tea shop that opened in the city and I was hoping she'd accompany me."
"She may be feeding the turtle ducks," Zuko replies, reading through some documents. "And she won't be able to go with you today, she promised her afternoon and evening to me."
Iroh raises a brow, noting how Zuko's voice turned slightly childish. It reminds him of back when Zuko was young and a little possessive over the turtle ducks. He'd not allow anyone else near them, only his mother and very rarely, himself.
It's funny to see it now on an adult Zuko, who's a little—very—possessive over his wife and her time.
Iroh contemplates teasing his nephew about it.
"Oh?" He says. "But it'll only be for an hour or so and I know she's been excited to visit this place."
Zuko huffs. "I know. She's been talking about it since you told her." He sighs, lowering the paper in his hands so he can give his uncle his full attention. "You know I love that you and her are close. But let's be realistic, uncle. Your outings last longer than an hour and I probably won't see her until it's time for bed."
"I wouldn't keep her out that long."
Zuko stares at him.
"I promise!" Iroh laughs, amused by his nephew's disgruntled expression. "And you know there's a solution for this."
"And what's that?" Zuko asks, eyeing him warily.
"You can come with us."
"You know I can't," Zuko says, gesturing to all the work before him. "I have a meeting in the early afternoon followed by my counsel and—"
The doors to his study open, revealing a smiling you. Iroh smiles back, casting a glance at Zuko who immediately melts at the sight of you. Oh, he remembers what that was like—being that deeply in love.
"Hey," you greet happily, moving towards Iroh first who accepts the hug you give him. Then you're onto Zuko who stands and reaches for you, his arms locking around your waist as you lean into him, pressing a soft kiss against his scar. "How are my two favourite people doing?"
"Well," Zuko starts. "We were just—"
"—about to head out to the new tea shop that just opened," Iroh interrupts smoothly, ignoring the bewildered look on his nephew's face. "We were coming to look for you right now, actually."
"Oh really?" You ask, brightening up beautifully and turning your sunshine smile to Zuko. "You're coming with us? That's so exciting! We can spend the afternoon together."
"I—" Zuko looks towards Iroh, helpless, as his uncle grins. "I...yes, I'm coming with you."
"Wonderful!" You kiss his scar again and Zuko's melting again. "Let me just go and freshen up a little then we can go."
"We'll be here," Iroh replies, waving as you practically skip out of the room. Then he turns to Zuko. "Well, that was easy, wasn't it?"
"You've got to stop doing that," Zuko bemoans but there's an obvious upward curve to his lips.
Iroh blinks as innocently as he can.
"Doing what?"
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I would talk abt how blk women (esp the older ones) are sometimes the biggest contributors to homophobia, transphobia + misogyny in the community without realizing we’re the biggest targets for it bc they have an unhealthy allegiance to a group of men who wouldn’t give a fuck abt them even if it was just us left on this planet. But then I’d just be considered a self hating bully that’s punching down.
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SFL: Late Night Plight
Izen Davis (oc) x Blackfem!reader
Izen is horny and wakes you up for some slow, sensual sex. He takes the lead, his voice guiding you through the heat of the moment as he talks you through every unhurried touch.
°▪︎~1,328 words, extra scene from "Jupiter Love", smut/explicit sexual content(18+), condomless sex (wrap it), dirty talk, praise, doggy, sleepy sex, name-calling/pet names (e.g., ma/mama, baby), sweet stuff, etc▪︎°
°▪︎18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ▪︎°
The room is pitch black, the only light coming from the thin sliver of the moon cutting through the blinds, painting a silver stripe across the rumpled sheets. You were dead to the world, buried deep in a dreamless sleep, until you felt the heavy, unmistakable weight of him shifting behind you.
Izen doesn't wake you up with a whisper or a gentle touch. He wakes you up by dragging his large, calloused hand over your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls your back flush against his chest. You moan, a low, groggy sound of protest, but it dies in your throat when you feel him—rock hard and scorching hot—pressing against the cleft of your ass.
“Wake up,” he rasps, his voice even deeper and more gravelly from sleep. His breath is hot against the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “I been layin' here watchin' you sleep for twenty minutes. Thinkin' 'bout how much I want to be inside you. I can’t take it no more.”
You try to turn, to blink the sleep from your eyes, but he doesn't let you. He flips you onto your stomach with a sudden, effortless strength that leaves your head spinning. Before you can even process the cool air hitting your skin, he’s grabbing your waist and hauling you back onto your knees. The movement is slow, heavy. He isn't in a rush; he wants to savor the way your body yields to him in this half-awake state.
“Izen... it’s so late,” you whisper, but you’re already arching your back, your body recognizing his touch before your mind can catch up. Your elbows are propped up on the pillows, your head hanging low as the sleep-heavy fog in your brain turns into a thick, pulsing heat between your thighs.
He stays behind you for a moment, just watching. He loves the way your skin looks in the moonlight, the way your ass is hiked up, waiting for him. He reaches down, his fingers finding your entrance and finding it already beginning to weep. He huffs a dark, satisfied laugh, his thumb circling your opening, smearing the slickness.
“You leakin' through, mama,” he murmurs, his brown eyes tracking the way his fingers get coated in your shine. “What were you dreamin' about? Was it me? You been waitin' for me even while you were out.”
He doesn't plunge in yet. He takes his thick length and drags it slowly up and down your pussy, painting himself with your mess. He watches the way your hole twitches and pouts, trying to swallow the head of him. Finally, he grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples of your lower back, and slides in.
The entry is slow—excruciatingly so. He wants to feel every ripple of your walls as they stretch to accommodate his girth. You let out a long, broken moan into the pillow, your fingers bunching the fabric as he fills you to the absolute limit. He’s deeper like this, hitting that sensitive, bruised spot in your gut with a dull, heavy thud.
“Yeah, take it all,” he pants, his voice thick with a sleepy, horny grit.
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dc frat boys favourite positions?
dick lovesss backshots, literally just bc he's got a mirror in front of his bed like a whore and he likes to look at you and him while he's fucking u. plus, its easy for him to push ur head into his pillows or pull you up to kiss you.
wally likes when u ride him. he likes being able to stare at you and mouth at your tits and have your hands on him. plus its always nice when you get too tired and he gets to hold your hips and do all the work for u.
roy also likes backshots. solely because he can stare at your ass while he fucks you, he also pulls you up to his chest but its only when he wants to spit in your mouth. def trying to warm you up to the idea of anal tbh.
jason likes missonary. he likes watching you cum and he's the type to cup your jaw while he's fucking you. def holds your ankles and pushes your legs back, doesnt even try to keep you quiet.
Trust fund baby eren who is EXTREMELY fiscally irresponsible when it comes to you
He watches you like a hawk every time you go shopping together. Even if you so much as spare something a second glance he’s over your shoulder like, “Do you like that? Do you want me to buy it for you? Take a picture just in case it comes in more colors online.”
And speaking of online shopping he’ll just randomly log into the apps you shop on and empty your carts for you. He won’t say anything either and just lets you be surprised when there’s ten packages at your door that you didn’t order yourself.
Throws you the nastiest look ever if you pull out your wallet around him. Like why would he let you pay for your own iced latte he doesn’t care if there was a student discount and you just got paid and wanted to treat yourself. That’s his responsibility to treat you wtf
It does backfire on him sometimes tho. He can’t let you pay for anything yourself and that goes for things that don’t even involve him. He finds out you and your friends are planning a spring break trip and he’s so whiny and pissy about not being invited and having to be away from you for a week but still coughs up the $700 for your plane ticket. And you tell him he literally doesn’t have to and that you’ve saved up and can pay for it yourself but it’s like his body is working against him and he’s reaching for his wallet as if he physically can’t help himself (he can’t.)
𝗳𝘄𝗯ⵑ𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗸𝘂 + 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗹’ 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿
📝: black fem, plus sized!reader, teacher!rengoku, librarian!reader, ofc it’s a modern au, lots of smut in this; reader is supposed to be a nympho, slight ooc, they’re both some freaked out individuals so lots of dirty talk, oral sex, voyeurism, rough sex mentions, squirting, breath play, choking, spit play, fingering, sex toy use, anal + soooo many other themes. This is pretty damn unhinged so yall are gonna have to walk w me for a second lmao.
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🎙️: just a lil excerpt/preview from the rengoku fic I am working on currently bc I’m scatterbrained + can’t stay focused to get it finished. It may be a little chaotically formatted and not my best but I hope y’all like it. I’m so damn rusty but I don’t wanna keep leaving yall hanging.
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fwb!rengoku was your standard, typical, friendly neighbor ... .always greeting others with a smile and pleasantries….a cup of coffee in hand before darting off to begin his somewhat mundane yet fulfilling day.
fwb!rengoku had lived in the area where both he and (y/n) (l/n) resided for a little over two years now. Located only a few houses down from your own. After he’d decided to take a teaching job at the local high school as a math instructor; moonlighting as a personal trainer alongside his best friend, Uzui in his spare time.
although fwb!rengoku stood out amongst people; due in part to his fiery eyed expressions, stocky build, curly blonde locks adorn with crimson colored tips and an unforgettable boisterous laugh, he’d never intentionally attract attention to himself.
the two of you had only engaged in casual conversations prior to it all beginning; speaking about work and daily life. As you were employed as a librarian for the city branch. Only being able to catch each other a few times out of the week. Rather innocuous professions for people who were headed towards what would become an extremely sultry affair.
fwb!rengoku wasn’t even sure how it all happened but suddenly those wholesome interactions became the catalyst for a myriad of insane thoughts that would begin plaguing his mind on a daily basis ... .finding himself constructing scenarios in which you two would be together, even when you weren’t around. Hearing that sweet voice and adorable giggle on repetition in his head throughout the day. As if you wouldn’t leave his mind.
those doe brown eyes, plush, dimpled cheeks and curvaceous little figure were all fwb!rengoku could think about sometimes. You were beautiful beyond words and he daydreamed about you more than he should have. Naturally, he’d planned to keep these sentiments to himself; as to not push you away or creep you out.
that was until one day……when fwb!rengoku came over to return a piece of mail that had been accidentally placed in his box. It was a late Saturday evening so you’d likely not been down at the library but perhaps running errands or out with friends so there wasn’t too much of a fuss when you didn’t answer the door immediately…..that was until he heard the loud groaning!
having feared you’d fallen or been hurt in some way, fwb!rengoku began to frantically knock and call out your name, hoping you’d respond. Scouring the exterior parameters of the house for a window that was not shielded by curtains, in hopes of laying eyes on you. However, things were not as they seemed…..
because when fwb!rengoku managed to locate you via the bedroom window from your fenced in backyard, he was met with a rather interesting sight…..
there you were….not injured or in pain at all. But yet, completely nude with the exception of thigh high socks and engaging in some very lewd acts! Bouncing up and down on a silicone torso….hands planted to the fake chest, ass poking out as it swallowed up the erect, plastic cock.
fwb!rengoku glared in pure awe as that tight cunt gripped the base of that toy and took every inch to the hilt…..close enough to see just how big of a mess you’d made of it and immediately confirming preconceived notions about what you’d feel like.
the truth was, fwb!rengoku had long since began having sexual fantasies about you in the privacy of his own home…often thinking about this exact scene with you on top of him; strong hands around your waist as he plunged you up and down on his thick member. However, he’d be shocked to learn that you shared similar feelings….
“Yes! Give it to me….give me this big dick, Kyo…make me fucking take it!” The words ringing out so loud and clear that fwb!rengoku knew he couldn’t mistake the fact that this whole exchange was inspired by him.
in that moment, unbridled lust filled fwb!rengoku’s body and he couldn’t take it! Finding himself not only cupping the newly formed erect in his sweats but reaching inside to stroke it; pleasuring himself to the sound of you moaning his name. Having to shuffle over just a few inches to avoid being spotted.
fwb!rengoku found himself jerking his cock to the sight of you doing tricks on that toy and stuffing yourself full as you pretended it was him. Damn near losing it and blowing his load when you switched to a mechanical dildo and those plump asscheeks spread open to reveal a butt plug stuffed inside of it.
fwb!rengoku found himself moaning and grunting (y/n)’s name instead through a cupped hand and closed eyes. Fortunately for him, the sky began to fall cast with a bit of darkness so he’d likely not be spotted ... .or so he’d hoped!
“Yeah…take it, baby…nice and slow. Take my fucking dick.” “That’s it, use that pretty pussy to squeeze me…” unaware he’d soon be repeating those same words to you in person!….
Suddenly, the moaning from inside would cease and instead, be replaced by the thuds of footsteps. However, he was too swaddled in sexual bliss to notice…until his name began to be spoken on loop; only growing louder.
“Yeah, that’s it. Moan for me, beautiful….beg for me to keep fucking you…” “Kyo, sweetie…..open your eyes..”
greeted by a smiling face and sweet little giggles that soon erupted into full blown laughter.
“Enjoy the show?”
Utterly embarrassed and ashamed couldn’t even describe fwb!rengoku at that moment. Despite him being the very obvious muse for your little escapade, he had no right to be gawking in your window like some depraved pervert! Quickly scrambling to straighten himself and explain the saturation…but you weren’t interested in any of that! Instead…
“Miss (y/n), I am so sorry! I swear I wasn’t trying to spy on you. I just—-“ “awww, you’re blushing. Poor baby….why don’t you…come inside and finish telling me?” Signaling over the sliding glass doors that led to your bedroom.
It really is a shame I have to get on here and say this but the bullshit I was seeing with the black! reader tag is pissing me off, and I can't get it out of my mind.
Let me start here and remind people what creative art or the arts are, creative art is quite literally when a human uses creativity for many things, cultural significance, storytelling, or just their imagination/creative thoughts. Now that we have that locked in, let's put the imbecile card down and realize a few things.
I want to start on hypersexuality specifically of black women. When I saw people complaining about this, I thought, “We need to open up the schools.” I don't know how you overgrown idiots don't know this but the media has hypersexualized black women to the point that a black woman can't express her sexuality. Think about Megan Thee Stallion, she was shot by a dumb grown-ass man and dehumanized by the media. Why? Because she was a black woman who expressed her sexuality and they didn't like it so she was dehumanized and overmasculinized. This is a pattern we see all the time, there is no safe space for a black woman to express her sexuality and desires.
So when black women come on this platform to write about their desires, they use writing as their creative outlet. They should be able to do this without getting shamed. But still, I come on here and see other sisters telling sisters how and what to write(open up the black girl code handbook cause some of y'all missed it.) As if black authors do not already have to deal with the low-key racist whites on this platform, why in the flying fuck do we have to deal with our own people complaining too? Black women have sexual desires and fantasies just like white girls and shouldn't be shamed for it.
Next lets talk about a few of the stereotypes/things y'all always complain about.
Baby momma culture: 1. A lot of us are ‘baby mommas’, (which is a negative term), and/or grew up with ‘baby mommas’. 2. It's okay for a black woman to write this especially if they've been through it, creative arts is an outlet!! Remember that!
Black women being curvy: 1. Genetically we are more curvy, most of us are. Especially when we hit that ‘grown woman’ phase. 2. Stop fucking complaining about this when there are so many black authors who don't do much physical description. Go do some easy research and support your sisters instead of complaining.
Ghetto black women: 1. Y'all get ghetto mixed up with a woman having a backbone, standing up for themselves, not taking bullshit. Which is mostly what I see from black authors. 2. Stop complaining about ‘ghetto’ readers when you blow that shit up. Talking about some breaking stereotypes but blowing it up, the fuck?
Last but not least, the “there's no fluff,” talk.: 1. There most definitely is, let me give you a tutorial: pick up your phone, open it, go to Tumblr, go to the search, use your two thumbs, and fucking type what you want to see. Good enough for you? 2. You don't see much fluff because y'all only blow up the smut and the fluff/angst never gets any attention from y'all.
Moral of the motherfucking story dumbasses, authors have free will. Black female authors have free will also, we can write what we want. That can be stereotypes or whimsical, smut or fluff, bimbo! reader or nerd! reader. Stop pissing me off, we do not! And I MEAN DO FUCKING NOT, have to write to your liking. If you don't like it, block and move on, instead of hating on other sisters and treating them like shit.
This part. It's crazy how people expect Black creators to carry the weight of representing the entire race every time we open a Doc or post. Expecting every Black reader fic to be a sanitized, perfect Barbie is just another way of stifling our humanity.
Like you said, if people spent half as much time reblogging the fluff and awkward fics as they do complaining about the smut, the tags would look exactly how they want. Stop policing Black womens creative outlets and start using the block button. We aren’t here to write to your respectability standards. I'm sitting over here wondering what their mothers, grandmothers, or ancestors/kin would think if they saw them using their energy to tear down other Black women like this. They fought for us to have autonomy and a voice, yet here they are using theirs to play respectability police.
It’s actually scary because some of these people low-key sound worse than the very people who hate us. When you’re using the same talking points as a white supremacist to shame a sister for her body or her desires, you’ve lost the plot.
“Embroidered Snowy Steps” ❋ The only footprints that won’t melt
mini horoscope for taurus, virgo + capricorn (sun, moon, rising) 🌈 🖤
chaos. wow. you are in the midst of total upheaval. you are shedding new skin and the people around you admire how you're getting rid of things that no longer fit. this is an intense period right now. this isn't truly a loss. this is for you to broadcast just how resilient you are
repeat this:
'i release what no longer serves me to make space for new growth.'
oh, and there's a new lover on their way...within 8 months, you will meet them 💖
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since I know for a fact survival theft will be going up this month, do not steal from Target, they have some of if not The highest end security measures in place, even if they don't call you out on your first theft, they know you did it, and they're waiting until you've stolen enough to get the law involved.
I am dead serious. Do not fucking steal from Target, you Will be caught.