“I heard somewhere that laying down with your head hanging off the edge of the bed won’t make you gag.” You suddenly blurt out into the room, eyes glued to your phone. Bakugou blinks a couple of times at the tv before he turns to you, confusion written all over his face as he replays what you said again in his head.
“Hah?” Is all he asks, eyebrow cocked as he grunts at your little mischievous face. You’re practically hiding behind your phone now, shoulders hiked up as your eyes glance back to what’s on your screen.
“Lemme see.” He doesn’t wait for your explanation, only grabs you by the ankle resting in his lap and drags you closer to him until he can peek at your screen. You don’t try to hide it from him though, staring at him with wide eyes as his own buck at what you’ve been reading and watching this whole time.
“You really wanna try that? You know I don’t mind if you can’t get it all the way down your throat.” Bakugou says it so nonchalantly, almost as if his words don’t bring a torrent of memories and sex flashbacks highlighting the forefront of your mind. You nod quickly though, glancing at the screen once more before you look up to meet his devious smirk.
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“Ya sure you want this?” Bakugou asks from above you, stripped down to his birthday suit, cock hanging hard and heavy above you. It’s a daunting sight really, all thick and veiny, precum dripping from his slit down onto your naked chest. It creates an almost humorous shadow against your skin, but to Bakugou, the sight only makes him harder.
“Fuck yes.” You nod quickly. You’re laying horizontally on you guys’ bed, head hanging off of the edge as Bakugou stands above you, grabbing at his base, ready to slip into your mouth the moment you grab at his thighs for support. He taps the mushroomed head against your lips a few times, smears it across your cheeks to watch your tongue follow the taste of it, before finally sliding himself into your mouth.
It’s a foreign feeling really, unused to being upside down while his cock grazes the inside of your mouth, but it feels good against your tongue. Makes your eyes flutter shut as you moan, digging your nails into his skin to urge him to sink even deeper into your mouth, your throat.
It’s an easy glide, he realizes, as he pushes further than he ever has. You choke a little, a small sound, but hold onto him even tighter when he tries to pull away. His balls graze your nose, the scent of them making your thighs clench together as you moan, the vibrations against his cock damn near bring tears to his eyes. Bakugou has to hold onto your tits for support, body caving above you as he fucks his cock in even deeper, groaning at the bump it creates against your skin.
You both wonder why it’s taken you so long to try this, and if you’ll ever go back to being on your knees again.
minors/blank/ageless blogs dni
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The Spring semester has officially started, which means I am now fully preparing for my comps, a two-hour oral exam that I have to take in order to officially become a PhD candidate. I have to read ninety books by May, latest August : )
I’ve gotten started with the most exciting of my three reading lists: the Gothic!! Basically, my reading is going to be a journey of getting a comprehensive overview of all things 19th-century British/Victorian literature, 19th-century Latin American literature, and the Gothic. I’ve already gotten started with my first five books, but I thought the other day: I feel like video reviews of each book would be a fantastic way to remember the important information about each of the readings. Nothing crazy or long, just a 2-5 minute review of the book and why it’s important if you want to become a student of the literature.
Anyways, I like this idea a lot and I feel like sharing it on my old bookstagram or on TikTok would be a nice way to get a dopamine hit for the reviews — if anyone were to watch or react to my reviews, I know it would make reviewing the books all the more fun!
But . . . And this is a big but . . . Then that would mean that I’d be opening myself to being perceived. And that’s really embarrassing to me. Like, what if I make a video and nobody gives a fuck? That’s so embarrassing. What if I make a video and a student or someone in my program sees it? Mortifying. It really does seem fun and a small part of me really want to do it but man, oh man, would I be scared!!
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You can tell when you’re shadowbanned you just have to look if your post shows up in the tags so if you don’t see your posts there the chance is good that you are (I’m speaking from experience and from the depths of the shadowban haha tumblr hates me)
biggest fear 🥲
something I’ve noticed with the tags though is that if you use too many it bans your post from showing up! for my ghost content the limit is 4-5 tags, but I think it depends on how popular the tags that you are using are.
so especially new writers out there: when you post something that you use tags ( #simon ghost riley x reader ) for, after publishing your post click on a tag and then ‘search all of tumblr’. then sort by ‘latest’ to see if your post shows up or not.
(this is on the ios app. the options might be different on other platforms.)
if your post doesn’t show up, keep removing tags (you don’t need to repost, just save changes) until it shows up or I guess if it doesn’t you’re shadowbanned.
we love it.
anyhow, thank you for this! I hope your shadowban lifts soon (do they lift? I damn sure hope they do. gosh.) 💗
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i was tagged by the most wonderful @bethespark to do a wip folder ask game, but i literally only have one WIP (and it’s all i ever talk about) because if i don’t finish something, it dies. i used to have a few WIPs in the witcher fandom, but those days are over lmao.
you know the drill: post the names of all the files in your WIP file folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
time travel au
not like i need an excuse to ramble about this, but hmu if you want more snippets or whatever lmao.
i wish i had more wips. i wish i had more words. but i’m gonna be kind to myself and admit that the fact i actually have a wip in this fandom is a bit of a miracle in itself. it’s enough.
tagging, without pressure or expectations — and i know this has been going around so idk who did this already: @thefreakandthehair @withacapitalp @waywaychuck @misha-bawlins @zerokrox-blog and everyone who sees this and wants to ramble about their wips — seriously, if you’re a writer and want to ramble about your wips or share snippets, feel free to do it and tag me, i’d love that 🤍
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Sunday Snippet
tagged by by @narcissa-black-supermacy and since i’m incapable of anything except our first cousins au rn, here’s a lil sneak peak.
“Now, I realise Walburga has a—different style but—“
“You can say gaudy, Atta, it’s okay,” Sirius adds cheekily.
“—but it isn’t right that you’ve not been taught how to take care of all this,” she runs a gentle hand down Sirius’ tightly braided hair. “A girl’s hair is, after all, one of her most precious possessions.”
“Take care of all this?” Sirius echoes, wondering what she meant by that. Of course, she knows that most of the reason her hair is the way it is for convenience’s sake. Tying your hair in a loose ponytail or a messy bun only works if you’re a white girl with silky straight hair. Less than ten minutes of keeping her hair unbound and it became pricklier than a thorn bush. She also knows that there’s ways, if she so chooses, that she can look different. She’s seen the other brown girls in her schools noticed their intricate styles that looked nothing like her own strictly ordered, slicked back hair.
Euphemia cups Sirius’ chin with her thumb and forefinger, guiding grey eyes to brown. “You’re beautiful as you are, Sirius, but you shouldn’t have to fight your body, not now nor ever. It’s an extension of yourself, don’t forget treat it as such.”
And as Sirius sits there, still horribly confused, over the course of the next hour, she gets a crash course in the art of taking care of curly hair. Not waves, like she’d always thought, but curls. She’d never realised how similar their hair types were—Effie atta preferred clipping it in the back, daringly open—but after the time they spent together, Sirius was amazed.
Because her aunt was right—she had been fighting parts of her body for her entire life. Hair too unruly? Shove it into a brain or bun tight enough to cut off circulation. Breasts not cooperating? Squeeze into an extra sports bra on top, no matter the strain on her shoulders. Pimples? Popped on sight, no mercy. Not one thing was easy, or gentle.
She never realised her body could be made for gentleness, that she could learn to be so. Sirius had to grow up strong—kids were both cruel and thoughtless, a terrible combination for anyone who looked the way she did and spoke in the accent she had. Mama tried, but she had to spend so much time on her own self that it left little for her. Besides, she’s glad she didn’t learn from her mama; no one wants to be like Walburga, not if they didn’t severely hate themselves. What Sirius knows, she scraped together herself.
open tag for anyone who wants to show off a lil ;) go for it!
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