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b1mbodoll · 3 days

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I’m gonna cry plsssss more werewolf jake pls i need him so bad 😫

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: werewolf! jake + predator / prey + knotting + spit / drool + anal + fingering + pussyjob ?? + biting

💌: you guys can blame lulu for the predator + prey / chase bit because she made me insane 🩷

werewolf! jake lives for the chase. he loves to hunt down his little human girlfriend in the woods, letting you get a headstart before running after you and using his canine instincts to track you down. his ears twitch at the sound of twigs snapping, inhaling deeply in the hopes of catching your scent and when he does, his tail wags behind him as he makes his way in your direction.

the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins keep you going, pushing deeper and deeper into the maze of trees, panting heavily as exhaustion creeps up on you, much like, unbeknownst to you, jaeyun was as well.

he makes sure to keep quiet as he sneaks up on you, circling you like the apex predator he is. it’s quiet and you think you still have a fighting chance, until jake finally pounces, forcing you to submit. he uses his inhuman strength to pin you down, face down ass up before shredding your clothes. you do your best to look back at him and the sight almost scares you, he’s grinning wickedly and nearly salivating as he has his way with you.

you lay there, pliant and submissive while jake continues to feel you up, pawing at your tits with one hand as the other slides between your legs, your cunt dripping with arousal and it takes everything in you not to moan when the rough pads of his fingers circle your clit.

“you’re all mine,” jake starts, eyeing your holes. “i caught you. i can do whatever i want to you, right, pup?” although it’s a question, you know that no matter what you say to him he’ll use you however he pleases.

nonetheless you nod your head as best you can, grimacing at the feeling of the dirt beneath you. the werewolf smirks at your confirmation. “attagirl.”

his thick fingers slip inside of your messy cunt and you gasp at the intrusion, walls clamping around him as they fill you up and stretch you out. your juices coat the digits and he pulls them out only to rub the tight rim of your asshole, pushing his middle finger inside and groaning, making sure to lubricate your hole with your own slick.

although he’s impatient, jakey isn’t completely cruel. he knows his cock is big, maybe even too big for you, so he finishes teasing your hole and mounts you, gliding his length between your pussy to collect more of your arousal.

it’s thick and wet between your folds, precum dribbling steadily from his tip and you reach for it, using your hand to completely drench his dick and minimize the discomfort of what’s about to happen.

“that’s a good pup — fuck — keep strokin’ my cock, just like that.” your hand falters at the praise, mind foggy as fatigue takes its toll on your body. “unless you want it to hurt, i don’t mind.” he sneers.

you can’t bring yourself to continue and jake takes that as your answer, pulling back to spit on your hole before lining his tip with your entrance. he places a palm on your asscheek, groping and pulling to watch the way your empty hole begs for him.

“gentle, jakey.”

he rolls his eyes. “yeah right.”

he forces his cock into your asshole, pushing deeper until you squeal and squirm. he’s only halfway in and you’re already crying? pathetic, he thinks. despite your struggling, he continues to fuck into you and you’re afraid he’ll break you from the girth. will you even be able to take his knot?

it seems you’re the only one worried; jake leans forward and presses his chest to your back, grunting and groaning in your ear as he thrusts into you at a rough pace. tears gather in your lashline, whimpering as he continues to stretch your hole more than you thought possible, driving his cock deep inside.

he nearly howls when you clench around him, his furry tail thumping on the ground and he begs you to do it again, his cock twitching when you obey.

jake’s orgasm hits him hard, dropping his head and resting it on your shoulder, his knot inflating and rope after rope of warm, sticky cum splashes within you, clinging to your walls. there’s so much of his seed in your ass with nowhere to go, the swollen bulge keeping the two of you locked together.

your wolfboy’s climax was intense and it leaves him drooling, his mouth falls open and his sharp canines are too close to your soft skin, making you squeeze him once again from the fear of them sinking into you.

the vice grip you have on him makes jake almost.. feral and he grounds himself by biting you, teeth tearing into your nape and he growls when you wince, only closing his eyes to wait out his knot after you relax and allow him to keep his canines within you.

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ikeasharksss · 5 months

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facing the horrors (applying for summer stuff)

#ARGH #theres this summer thing i really want to do #it's my top choice #& app opened yesterday #the website said 30% of the ppl they hired applied in the first week & 50% of them applied within 2 weeks #so i need to get my app in ASAP!!#resume & cover letter done #i just need this 1 person to proofread my cover letter #but she is unfortunately the busiest person in the world #& hasnt gotten to it even tho i sent it to her 2 days ago #& i asked my advisor to be a ref but she doesnt answer emails during break #she is SUPPOSED to be back today but it is 530 pee em & no response #FUCK!!! 🤩🤩🤩#its driving me insane LET ME SUBMIT THIS!!#also #i have other apps to do #so many #im going insane #they all want different things #1 of them wants me to write a lesson plan #but its ok i'll do something fun for the summer i know it #k thx guys #pls pray for me #wahhhhh

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tteokdoroki · 30 days

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brats & bows katsuki bakugou ── ᡣ𐭩 ˙ ̟🩰 !!

⋆˙ᝰ about! katsuki lets you wrap a bow around his pretty throat and boss him around… or at least try to.

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, smut. characters aged up to 20s, light!choking, size kink, switch dynamics, unprotected sex, bows for bondage, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou.

ok ok… convincing bakugou to let you wrap a pink bow around his neck.

riding him slow and steady, your cunt milking him with every clench and his cock spurting little streams of precum deep inside every time it spasms. you sink down on him so slow he think he might die from your tortuous pace. bakugou knows he can take over at any minute, there’s a strength in his body no other human could possibly match. it would be easy for him to flip you over and pound you to putty into the couch. he is a pro hero after all…but he really does like this. he loves the feel of your hand reaching back to wrap around his thick throat and dance along the silk ribbon you’d begged to tie there.

your fingers are so small that they hardly can’t even fit around around him entirely… but he feels the heat of your palm through the pink material and the burning sensation of lust that you pass onto him. katsuki adores your sweet little attempt at choking him while choking back your own heavy tears, hiccuping while you throw your hips back and forth so that his tip never leaves your sweet spot. lewd squelching sounds echo throughout the room, needy whines like a lamb bleating at its slaughter tack themselves to your swollen lips and slide through katsuki’s eardrums like dangerous molten molasses.

something about you crying for him, drooling on him drives the blonde insane and makes it hard for him to hold back — he almost feels sorry for you. his precious little cry baby. he knows he’s a little sick for it.

katsuki likes that you think you’re in control when you’re on top of him and in his lap. using him like your own personal fuck toy — but he knows you’re frustrated, itching for the explosive man to touch your clit, to stick his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue or better yet kiss you. your sweaty back to his sweltering chest, his shallow breathing coasting along your bare shoulders makes it worse. katsuki looking so pretty beneath you with a dainty bow secured around his neck to only pisses you off more.

you’d fought tooth and nail to put it on him, grinned like a Cheshire Cat when the blonde whimpered and twitched at the soft sensation of the ribbon around his neck — only just restricting his air ways. you thought that you’d have him under your spell, maybe begging to fuck you while you used him for your own orgasms.

but this is katsuki, and he’s just as bratty as you are. so, if you were going to be in charge, he’d let you. he’d make you work for it — a little bit of pink ribbon wasn’t going to make him submit to you that easily.

and therefore… he does nothing, lets you throw your ass back on his throbbing dick as it drips between your sticky thighs and he thinks he’s still got you under control. that is, until you reach grasp at the soft ends of his ribbon and use it to lug him forward with all your might, startling the cocky blonde.

it’s like a switch has been flipped inside of you, being kept on the edge because your boyfriend won’t fuck you to prove a point has you pent up and desperate. “don’t just sit there, kats,” you snarl in frustration between heavy breaths, sloppy pussy squeezing around the pulsating veins that decorate katsuki bakugou’s, cubby, aching dick. “be useful for once. fuck me. make me feel good.”

from this position, you can’t see the way his black pupils blow wide and swallow the red in his eyes like spilt ink. but your head tips back and to side, just enough to capture his cherry bitten lips in a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. you lap into his mouth like a dog having her first taste of water, tasting his flavour and the sweat on his lips. every kiss l is mismatched, rough and messy but your bodies and their movements harmonise like no other — rolling against one another, your cunt never letting go of his swollen cock that fills you up oh so well.

your tone had said it all and it’s all bakugou really needed to let loose, his hips kicking up at the sound of your voice, rough with arousal and deepened with desire. finally, his calloused hands map their way over to your front, the pads of his fingers etching the letters of his name onto your puffy clit while others leave their mark on your hips — holding you in place to take his cock. the blonde loves it all, the way your back arches from his chest and the way your mewls turn to breathless growls when you lose your cool and pull the ends of the pretty bow so hard that his eyes glaze over, his brain goes fuzzy and he can’t stop thrusting up into like his life depends on it.

sweat beads on his brow and against katsuki’s hairline like a crown made of pearls or an angel’s halo much unlike the devilish act the two of you are committing right now. the competing wax and waning of your bodies sends a shiver down his spine — when you slam yourself down onto his seedy girth, katsuki bucks into you, slender hips and sweaty ass rising from the bed to grind his precum into your sluice walls.

maybe katsuki isn’t always in control, even when he thinks he is. maybe your big wet eyes and gushing pushy have more of a grip on him than he thinks…after all, you did manage to convince him to put the bow on after all.

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satoruhour · 8 months

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a/n: i need college / uni bf!geto rn bc my hands hurt :( newly established relationship <3 0.9k, rich kid!suguru i guess? / tagging @crysugu @na-t0 @papersirens @hydrovillette

“didn’t i tell you not to go so hard on your essay?” geto gives you a small smile, countered by your cute pout in the dark room of your dorm. the way he lectures is gentle, having no bite to it because how would he ever dare to sink his teeth into something as sweet as you? he knows if he does, however, he just might become addicted to you. it’s clear already how the teeth is breaking skin and drawing blood just by the items in the room:

both your faces are illuminated by the fairy lights you begged suguru to buy — he gives in and buys it for you as always. it’s shown in the starbucks mug that cost ¥3300, the sanrio themed bed sheets that you’re now sitting on, the convenience store onigiris for you to store in your fridge.

“was rushin’ it before 2359, su, you know that…” you mumble more to yourself than your boyfriend, who’s staring at you as your eyes droop sheepishly to your connected hands. it’s not wrong that you could’ve started writing this essay a little earlier, cited your sources a little earlier, but you still managed to do it; at the expense of your hands. they ached and throbbed from the position they were in for the past few hours — at least you still had managed to submit it with two minutes to spare.

“but not to the point where your hands turn sore, my darling.” geto brings your hands to his lips to kiss, like the little gesture of love could magically heal you. it feels like it does. the tenderness of his touch, the roughness of his finger pads against your smoother skin, the thoughtfulness itself. you grunt a little in pain when suguru starts to massage the palm, digging his thumb in and dragging it up and down. he squeezes your hands, giving each finger its attention, wiggling the hands to loosen your muscles.

“you know,” you hum in response and look up from your flustered state to find him already staring at you, “my mom used to do this for me.”

“yeah?” you whisper, heart pounding in your ears. two and a half months in and geto suguru was already treating you like treasure, not at all what they say he is: conceited of his intelligence, rude, a know-it-all rich kid. sure, he was smart, he was rich, but he made it clear he had no interest in the industrial, business side of the family. geto was generally open about his past, his parents leaving the toxic world and giving their son an upbringing filled with unconditional love and openness. but people usually liked the juicier gossip; none of them had bothered to know geto for who he was.

“yeah.” geto brings you in via your hands, lips colliding clumsily against yours from the force and you both laugh softly, “said its been passed down in her family for the longest time.”

“it’s helping… a little,” you giggle, eyes memorising his eyes shone under fluorescent.

“is it now?” the warmth of his hand leave yours for a moment to tilt your head up, catching your lips properly this time as he moves slow. suguru takes his time with you, moving against you as his other hand still continues to massage. that was one thing he was good at too, multitasking; he plays with your hand, travelling over your fingers and stroking over each section and its nail bed and then pulling away teasingly while he continues to hypnotise you into a dance. you hear him hum into the kiss, exhaling through his nose as he now interlocks both hands.

“focus on the squeezes, baby,” geto suguru drives you insane, in that little silky voice of his and the slight lilt in his voice. you let him lead you, feeling the soft pressure of his hand as he brings them above your heads and leans forward. you make a small surprised sound as he brings you right down to lay flat on the bed, hovering over you whilst still giving those periodic squeezes, entirely at his mercy as his lips never stop. they come off to breathe for some air and you’re the same, flushed cheeks and swollen lips and geto lets out a shaky breath.

it’s only then when he lets go, caught in your trance. easily, he tugs you into his lap as he lays down, not sure if he could uphold his obsession if he was on top.

“is this really part of the massage process?” you ask, legs naturally going to either side of his hips as you lay on his chest. you smile to yourself when you realise how fast his heart’s beating. off to the side, geto finds your hand again: him with his left and you with your right and you tangle into each other with the choreography of a million sprouts in the wind. finger into finger and palm against palm.

“hmm…” geto feigns confusion, prompting you to turn your head towards him. you grin seeing his red cheeks, “nah, just deviating a little from the family recipe… is it working?”

“it was earlier but now? oh, no, not really.” geto’s eyes flutter close when you move forward just a bit to peck his lips. you twine your fingers with his; you’re getting good at this multitasking thing. “but wherever you are, i will always feel much better than i was.”

“good.” suguru mumbles with a lovesick smile, and he gives your connected hands a squeeze and a grin threatens to spread across his face when you squeeze back just as hard, “that’s… really good.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk geto x reader #jjk scenarios #jjk drabbles #suguru geto #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #geto x reader #jjk geto #suguru geto x reader #geto smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen #getou x reader #geto x you #geto suguru

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a-certain-romance · 1 year

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Video Games

Characters/Ships: Ei x fem!reader

Synopsis: You decide to punish her for neglecting her own needs

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, cockwarming, riding, begging, crying, breeding kink, creampie

A/N: Ty very much anon

The sound of soft tapping and low moans fill the room. Ei sits on a gaming chair while you lay against her chest, her cock buried snug and unmoving inside of your warmth; a punishment she was well deserving of.

Her cheeks are a bright, bright red. You watch as small bead of sweat trail down her temple. You expected nothing less from someone whose balls deep inside your pussy and quietly, sadistically, laugh.

Ei’s hands rub up and down the small of your back where your shirt rides up. Her blunt nails scratch lightly against your skin with every descent. Her hands are surprisingly cold for someone who looks as if they’re burning up. The coldness sends shivers down your spine. You shift closer; her dick gets squeezed tighter.

Her fingers start to tremble on your back. Ei’s nails dig into your skin as she helplessly uses your back to grind into your body. “Ei, you’re holding too hard”.

“…please”

You sigh, set your controller down, and look into her eyes. You’ve never seen her this needy and even if you aren’t showing it, its driving you fucking insane. You caress her cheek and she drops her head in your hand.

“I want you to say it”. You toy with the waistband of Ei’s leggings, “I can sit here all night Ei”

Ei always insisted that your pleasure came first in the relationship. And even though you would let you return the favor, she was always the one to take care of you. It isn’t fair to you that she neglects her own needs so often when she knows that you’d service her in any way you can. She hardly ever submits to you. But now, she was completely at your mercy.

Her shaky hands glide over your hips. She sucks in a breath, “I can’t—ah—can’t hold it in for any longer. I’ve learned my lesson. I need you, let me use you? Please?”

Fat, watery tears well up in her eyes and you coo at the sight. How can you say no to a sight like this? You kiss her deeply, lightly sucking on her tongue. A small strand of saliva breaks and you tell her to go ahead.

Heat radiates off her skin and she’s throbbing against you. Ei grabs you firmly by the hips and begin to bounce you against cock. She’s pounding into you with deep, forceful strokes. She needs a release soon an starts chasing out her own orgasm. A smile graces your lips

All the while she’s babbling out whatever goes through her minds. “Ah! You’re clenching on me so well, I need you, I want to—“

Up until now she Ei was practically using your holes as a fleshlight. You just look so damn fuckable to Ei, she wants to fill you to the brim with her cum. Wants to see your eyes roll back as she makes you her’s.

But Ei’s never brought it up to you before. She starts to rethink, starts to loosen the grip on your hips and starts to let a few inches slide out because it seems like you should have a talk about it first.

As if you were reading her mind, you pull her forward and wrap your legs tightly around her waist, bottoming out those last few inches back in. “Give it to me Ei”

She slams your hips into her until a warm liquid fills your insides as your own flows out. Your ragged breaths mix as you both come down from your highs. Ei softens and peppers kisses on your forehead. Deft fingers comb through your hair as she murmurs I love you’s and Thank you’s.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #ei x reader #ei x y/n #ei x you #ei smut #raiden shogun smut #raiden shogun x reader #raiden shogun fluff #ei fluff #💋

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gnomishcunning · 2 months

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could you do nsfw hcs for rolan with a dominant partner? like how would he feel about submitting to someone and would it be nerve wracking or cathartic for him? i love your writing as always ❤️

ik i just published submissive rolan thoughts the other day but i got two anons, so like. please, have some more yall. this man's been floating around in my brainspace alot lately, and i needed to do something about it.

nsfw below the cut, MDNI

rolan's a switch in my mind, but he leans towards being a bratty sub. bdsm isn't a lifestyle dynamic for him, but it's a fun and playful way to flirt and spice up his sex life

submitting is somewhere solidly terribly nerve-wracking and incredibly cathartic for this man: he's been on his feet since Elturel, working himself to the bone- keeping Lia and Cal safe, getting to his apprenticeship, putting up with Lorroakan's bullshit until Tav helps him yeet Larry Pickle out of the tower.

the idea of giving up control is a little bit terrifying, but dear gods, deep down, he's craving the opportunity to just. relax, and give up control. at least for a little bit.

it'd be so nice to be the one who got doted on for once, instead of constantly worrying about others

however, this is rolan, so like. getting him to verbally admit that is a bitch and a half.

a dominant partner would need to be particularly patient, and introduce more and more elements of submission per session, cut through with plenty of sweet ole' regular sex (even if he's bottoming) and reassurance

start slow. just ask him to keep his hands to himself while riding him, either digging into the bed or planted against the headboard. use the opportunity to lavish kisses across his entire body, overwhelm him with praise

hit him with the goodole reverse-dom situation to kickstart his submissive side. be the submissive who insists on servicing their master bc it's their job to make him feel good.

at the right words, probably along the lines of "Let me service you, Master Rolan~" his eyes would squeeze shut, he'd hide his face in the nearest available surface, and whimper as he cums inside you

once you've breached the initial barrier of submission, Rolan's actually a pretty eager submissive - he'll come to you with a lot of different session ideas, and he's willing to try anything at least once. he trusts you, after all

his typical bratty attitude mostly rears its head in the form of his mouth. he's got a special talent for saying the worst possible thing at the most inopportune times, the type of 'tude that's the perfect excuse for a lil funishment.

in my mind, rolan's not a masochist in the slightest (with like, exactly two exceptions to that concept i'll elaborate on later), so you'd wanna get creative with funishments.

overstim is fair game, he enjoys the way it makes his head all fuzzy and the fact he can't speak coherently

edging... might literally drive him insane. he's not a patient man: he can persist insurmountable situations, but when he wants something he wants it. when it's his orgasm? deny him, one-two-three times, use it to build up the tension and the pleasure, but don't needlessly keep it from him.

subdrop is a very notable threat for rolan, so keep an eye on his behavior. if he goes too quiet or it seems like he's retreated too far into his own head, where he's hesitating before speaking? don't be afraid to safeword for the both of you

if rolan seemed needy beforehand, that state-of-mind skyrockets after a session. he's gonna be stuck to your side like a particularly cuddly burr for the remainder of the evening - both in bed, and in the shower

his favorite aftercare activity is probably laying his head on your chest while you read out-loud to him. if you scratch his head and horns at the same time, you'll be treated to a sweet, sweet purr.

#rolan #rolan x tav #holy rolan empire #balduramblings #bg3

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actual-changeling · 6 months

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beginning of the fic that is currently driving me completely insane so any comments are appreciated, maybe i will finish it after all.

He had been made of love once. Of stardust and void and dark matter, hair the flame of a breathing star, wings spun out of light and love.

Crowley remembers the weight of it in his chest, the lightness in his smile, how effortlessly he could get lost within his creations and dissolve into a star brighter than any of them. Oh, how he burned while drowning in them, the heat a soft caress brushing over his skin, an embrace rivalling the grace pulsating where a heart would be.

All he wanted was an eternity in an infinite universe—his universe—and then all of it came crashing down.

—

Crowley had invented a lot of things.

He had drawn constellations into empty patches of the universe with sparking fingertips and a smile on his face, and had placed planets and asteroids within them like a mother places her newborn in a crib. They are his as much as he is theirs, and nothing, not even God, could change that. Among them, surrounded by the physical manifestations of his joyful love, he had felt at home.

While he might not have been responsible for shooting stars, he had been—by far—the most beautiful one, breathtaking like the ending of a tragedy you knew would unfold throughout the play.

The Starmaker, protector of his creations, was cast out by the being who had planted that love within him and named him a prodigal child. One last gentle touch, Her palm pressed to his chest.

Centuries later, in the depths of the night, with the sky spanning above him, he would still swear to have felt an apology on his face, breathed from Her mouth right before hellfire sparked from Her fingertips, right before She set him alight, right before She pushed.

Crowley never got answers to any of his questions, not from Her, not from anyone.

His fall had been answer enough.

—

What he mourns in the sunlight and the glow of the moon, when he fell and when he landed, when he broke through the ground in Eden, and all the way to one lonely, lonely car ride to get away from what had been home, is touch.

Forced to learn that hell does not touch, it takes, he turned his pain into fury, breaking any hands daring to reach out to him, and soon no one except for the mightiest dukes dared to enter his space. Leaving those corridors behind had been an embrace in its own right, and then there had been one guardian angel on the eastern wall of Eden.

Aziraphale did not touch as much as he hovered, near enough to allow Crowley a taste of warmth, of the love he was no longer allowed to own, yet he barely dared to brave the remaining distance between them. Whenever he did, there were always layers of fabric still separating them, so, so close to sating the hunger growing underneath his skin.

Still, Crowley took those moments and treated them with the utmost care, never pushing, never demanding, simply allowing and submitting to the rules that Aziraphale wrote and rewrote with every meeting.

Because tell me, how does someone ask for an embrace when that very question—let them stay, let me have them, please, don't take them from me—is what stole it from you in the first place?

—and then the rules changed.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #it's uh. actually 3.7k now #whoops #there is comfort in there!! something akin to fluff #however #uhhhhhh #yeah. let's talk about that later :)

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satancopilotsmytardis · 28 days

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Why do you do this to me tanco. I was laying down like oh ima go to bed early and I get a notification. Oh its tanco I wonder what they posted.

And now I'm sitting here thinking about power bottom shigaraki flipping the script and getting dabi turned into a slime boy bc what eldirich demon doesn't wanna get absolute railed?

I'm sorry, but my horniness cannot be contained to business hours

Mm, Shig being like 'alright, give me everything you've got then. Show me that you are worthy of taking what you want from my body.' And poor Dabi trying but getting so flustered because???? This is NOT how it's supposed to go when a creature like him is summoned. He's supposed to be in control! His touch should fill his meal with fear and his body should submit to Dabi's will. But he's not and he's getting so flustered and confused, doubting himself which let's Shig flip the script and force him into the form he wants. He's going to keep Dabi in a jar on his desk and only take him out to play with him when he feels like it.

(And Dabi is going to love it. He's not exactly being worshipped in a traditional fashion or driving his charge insane, but he'll stay here if he can keep having the attention of this mortal)

#tanco speaks #ask #asks #hes like a little pet gelatinous cube that hangs out in a jar until shig wants to play with him and lets him out to be person-sized

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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Probably not actually that scandalous, but Steve loves to leave hickies on Eddie's inner thighs 😋

yes, yes, yes and vice versa! love this one <33 thx for submitting anon :)

okay so steve wants everyone to know that eddie belongs to him. its simply not enough for eddie to keep reminding him that he's literally the town 'freak' and no one's going to be flirting it up with him anyways. steve doesn't care. he leaves hickeys all over eddie's body wherever he can and at this point, eddie just lets him. bc steve's never had someone love him as much as eddie loves him and he's just so proud of the fact that he's lucky enough to call eddie his boyfriend.

when steve gives eddie head, he spends a solid half-hour just teasing him and edging him villainously slow. he runs his hands along eddie's inner thighs, grazing with a featherlight touch as he traces shapes and swirls his name with his fingertips. it makes them both whimper and moan profusely as goosebumps begin to rise over eddie's skin, nipples hardening in response. the image alone makes steve drool down his own chin like a dog in heat. panting breathlessly at the mere sight of a very horny and desperate eddie.

and ofc eddie doesn't typically beg. usually that's steve's job. but when they switch things up like this (which they do occasionally), eddie's definitely more than happy to be the one pleading for mercy. desperate to have steve's lavishing wet tongue wrapped around his length. moaning and crying out at the oversensitivity he feels from every little touch steve places on his body.

"please, please, please," eddie whines and kicks his feet out as the tension builds, "i've been good. i've been so good. just give me your mouth, stevie. need your mouth."

"not yet, baby," steve whispers as he presses the softest line of kisses down eddie's dark happy trail. licking and dragging his teeth intermittently, "need to be patient. can't spoil you yet, prove to me that you can behave."

so eddie does his best to obey. bc lord help him, if there's one thing he's determined to do--it's get steve to suck him off. he grimaces, scrunches his nose in frustration, but ultimately fails to hold back for long. accidentally bucking his hip forwards and bumping steve in the nose bc the sensation is overwhelming.

which steve obviously notices and tuts at.

"now that's just not gonna do," he says lowly and smacks the inside of eddie's thighs with an open palm, "you know better."

the fresh sting of pain feels insanely good. eddie groans and watches the pale flesh of his legs become a vibrant red under steve's hands. it's beautiful and he never gets tired of the filthy marks steve leaves behind. only wishes they could all be permanent.

"you're on my time, munson. that means i decide when and how you come. understood?"

"mmm," eddie's hardly keeping it together. he trembles and throws his head back in an attempt to combat the rising pleasure. steve's words sending a rush of blood to his swollen cock, "yes, yes i understand."

"you sure? or do i need to remind you who you belong to, baby?" steve smirks shark-like and vicious, bc they both know exactly where this is going.

"don't remember anymore. gotten too dumb with your hands all over me, 's too distracting," eddie plays into their little game, even bats his eyelashes to drive the point home, "need you to make sure i don't forget again."

and steve does just that. he sinks his sharp teeth into eddie's inner thighs; sucks bruises and lovebites alike into the tender skin. forgets about sucking eddie off for the time being, bc this is his favorite part. he loves being down here on his knees. loves getting carried away and marking eddie up in places only the two of them get to admire.

bc as much as he loves claiming eddie in all those perfect, visible spaces (his chest, his neck, his arms, his shoulders, etc.), there's something extra hot to him about eddie walking around with pretty magenta bruises lining his thighs, hidden beneath his clothes.

steve loves imagining eddie trying to sit down at work the next day or meeting a friend for coffee and not being able to quite cover up the wince of pain that comes from applying pressure to a fresh hickey. having to make an offhand excuse about being sore from a workout which--as anyone close to him knows--eddie doesn't typically do.

"fuck stevie, you're eating me alive down there. that hurts, baby," eddie threads a hand into steve's hair and grips him by the root.

"aw but honey, it hurts good, doesn't it?" steve says with mock sympathy, pretending to pout, "you want more, don't you? want everyone to know what a good slut you are for me?"

they both already know the answer, steve just wants to hear his boyfriend say it out loud in that whiny, fucked out tone of his.

"hurts so good, so fuckin good," eddie cries out and gasps, "please don't stop, could come just like this. don't even need you to blow me."

"hmm, i like the sound of that. let's see if you really are a man of your word, shall we?"

and man of his word that eddie is, he comes harder than he has in weeks within a matter of minutes. completely untouched and covered in an obscene amount of hickeys.

"you're lucky it's winter. otherwise i'd have literally no explanation for this," eddie laughs when they cuddle afterwards; with steve half-asleep on his chest, "and you can bet i'm getting you back next time."

"it's a date."

#hope this scratches an itch for some of you #im usually a sub steve truther but this prompt really gave me something fun to work with and it was fun to switch up the dynamic #steddie #steddie headcanon #steddie asks #steddie brainrot #the steddie brainrot is real #steddie thoughts #thinking steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington/eddie munson #eddie munson/steve harrington #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #steddie excerpt #steddie fic #steddie au #steddie rambling

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Hello! 🌸 I’m new to your blog and just binge - read all your writings and you’re just so amazing in every way!

I was thinking of requesting a felix x fem reader (fluffy and suggestive) where you visit him at his dorm room and you guys end up just fully making out, dry humping and just squeezing and caressing each others bodies. Also you are usually quite the shy type but your soft dom side came out, especially when felix looked so good that day 🤭🥰

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"I've missed you so much." Felix says through laboured breaths. His lips attack every inch of your neck, face and lips. You laugh softly, holding onto his shoulders with your legs either side, straddling him.

"I've missed you too, lix." You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the soft locks as his lips lock onto yours in a heated kiss. You had a free period, it's supposed to be a study period but you took the time to visit your boyfriend.

His dorm is empty, his roommates all in their designated classes, so it's just you and him and who knows what the two of you could get up to. You haven't seen him for a few days due to your classes clashing with each other. When you have free periods, he has class and vice versa.

"You're so fucking beautiful to me. Fuck! You're driving me insane, y/n." He inhales your sickly sweet scent, the smell of vanilla and strawberry hitting his nostrils, clouding his mind. You hum, biting his neck softly in various places.

The intense amount of lust clouding over you both in a thick cloud, your nerves shaking with desire and adrenaline, hands shaking.

"Mine. All mine." He whimpers softly, desperately trying to inhale more of your sickly sweet scent that he is so addicted to.

"Am i all yours, baby girl?" You hum softly, tilting his chin up to make him look at you. His eyes are glossy, filled with lust and desire for you and only you. His bottom lip sticks out in a pout as he nods.

"Always." He whispers. You press your lips against his, lips moving together in a slow but heated fashion. The intent for more to happen behind the kiss, the urge to rip off each other's clothing itching the tips of your fingers.

Felix desperately takes your t-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. His hands fumbling with your bra clasp, desperate to take it off.

"Lix." He looks up at you, biting his bottom lip, "Take it slow, sunshine."

"S-Sorry. It's just been so long since I last saw you." He whispers, flustered but manages to take deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I know, but I'm not going anywhere." You purr, reaching behind and taking your bra off. You let it fall off your shoulders and down your arms, Felix eyeing your breasts like a lion that's found it's next meal.

"Fuck." He deeply groans. He grabs you, flipping you over on your back. You laugh softly, watching him strip himself of his own clothing before kneeling between your legs. You extend your arms out to your needy boyfriend, smirking.

"C'mere, my darling angel." Felix whimpers, leaning down and kissing your lips messily and desperately. You hum in the kiss, wrapping your legs loosely around his waist. He presses his clothed boner against your core, slowly starting to rock his hips against you.

His clothed member rubs against the material of your panties, his tip gently nudging your clit. You hum, bucking your hips upwards to match his movements. Felix buries his head in your neck, soft and desperate pants fan against your neck. Slowly, he starts to hump you, desperate evident in his whimpers. He grips onto the bed sheets, bundling them up in his fists by your head. His body slowly coating in a thin layer of sweat, his movement erratic and needy.

"y/n–" his voice strained, hips bucking and humping in a desperate fashion.

"Are you my good baby girl, lix?" He whimpers, nodding his head. His eyes flutter close, his breathing erratic and desperate. You chuckle softly, your slick soaking your panties and folds.

"Want you… Need you." Felix pants against your neck.

"You want me, darling?" You coo

"So badly. Please." He lifts himself up by pushing himself up on his hands, his eyes fluttering open. Glossy and begging.

"I'm here for the taking, baby girl."

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Since you mentioned a/b/o-

Imagine dia walking in on the omega exchange student, in their room, sobbing uncontrollably, their scent sickly sweet and thick in the air. He struggles to keep himself from jumping their bones right then and there and barely has the wherewithal to ask them what’s wrong. They tell him through hiccuping sobs that their heat is about to start and they’re in a lot of pain and don’t know what to do about it or who to go to for help/relief as this is the first heat they’ve had in a long time, let alone on the devildom; They were on heat suppressants in the human realm, but demon heat suppressants don’t work effectively on humans. He offers to help them and they immediately accept, finding the burning need unbearable at this point. He scoops them up before He lays them down gently on the bed. The burry their face against the scent glands in his bracket immediately, his scent calming them and relieving them of a bit of their pain. Dia begins licking and kissing the few remnants of the tears on their face, before making his way to their throat. He sucks a few marks into their neck before helping them undress. Fin~

You have me fucked up anon...we can't just leave it there... wanna see where my mind went? UwU

It's not so much 'undressing' as it is the prince ripping your clothes from your body. Nails and pure strength destroying the fabric like it's nothing.

You smell better than even his concubines when they enter heat. Your eyes hold so many emotions...fear, pleading, desire...its more than one demon could stand.

He had found you. You had agreed. So he plans to show you just how well an alpha prince can satisfy.

It's slow, soft touches. Your body already so sensitive under his touch, he knows he'll be able to make you scream, beg for him over and over. You smell beautifully and he even considers getting rid of the concubines, they won't be able to hold a candle to you, and he knows it. He hasn't even fucked you yet, but his mind is racing with thoughts on how to please you, to mate you...to keep you.

The thoughts drive him mad. You're so needy and pleading under him to make you feel better, to take the pain away. So he obliges...

He roughly positions you into a mating press, his hard cock weeping against your entrance, he knows he should settle down. Not be so...lost to lust... but when he asks you if you really want this and your voice pleads for him to fuck you however he likes, he can't see reason any longer.

He thrust his cock into you in one motion, your cry only fueling his need to mate. Every little sound and look on your face bringing him closer as you cum on his cock. His thighs are soaked, your bed beneath you is no better. The thought of his own cum seeping out of you is all he can think about as he does what feels best for himself, you are enjoying it, begging for more of him. Who is he to tell you no?

Your begging for him to cum inside of you, even to lay a mating claim on yourself. Promising with such a sweet voice that you'll be his good little omega. Take him everyday if it feels as good as this. Telling him you'll submit and want to birth his offspring.

He emptys himself into you, and it's the most intense climax he's had in millenia. Your human hole so insanely tight around him, milking every drop, it isn't until later, when the high fades and you drift off to sleep for only an hour or so until you will need tended to again that he notices...

Blood. Your blood taste so sweet to him. He removes his softening cock and turns your sleeping face, only to reveal he had indeed done as you begged. He had claimed you for the rest of your life and his.

That settles it. He'll have Barbatos dismiss all the concubines and give them a heavy severance pay. You're all he'll ever need. He won't settle for anything less than your sweet taste and tight hole. Your song like cries begging for him...

You should wake up soon, mc...he's ready to fuck you while he watches your face when he tells you what he's done, what you asked, and how you'll only ever be his.

#obey me diavolo #obey me! diavolo #Diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #obey me lord diavolo

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the-chronicles-of-raul · 2 years

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Introduction

My name is Raúl. Many of you who came here may know me already. For those who don’t know my situation, id turn back now.

I am currently being stalked by a mysterious entity that many of my friends call “The Tall One”, an interdimensional being feeding off of our fear. Sure this has been going on for 9 years now... But things are getting really intense and I don’t know when I will be taken.

The reason I’m being hunted? Lets just say i used to work for it, praise it, do its bidding. We call ourselves “proxies”. Well i’m in rebellion, refusing its orders and commands. I know what is right and wrong and I am not serving that thing end of story...

Refusing orders isn't as easy as it sounds though... There are compulsions, urges and visions i must fight along the way, and it drives me insane. Days without proper sleep, nights of paranoia and anxiety, little to no appetite, stress and the negative energy that thing gives off. Its influence holds me, i can fight back but its getting harder, at the end of the day i may be in rebellion but i am still a proxy. It doesn't want to erase my mind and hallow me, for some odd reason my mental characteristics are somewhat useful to its cause. I’m not a bad person but i am somewhat different in my state of mind and knowledgeable enough to be seen as useful or dangerous enough that it wants me on its side...

Saying that though there is a estranged... Being living inside me known as Ashamir who is constantly trying to work against me and make me submit to The Tall One.

In this blog i will talk about what happens in my life regarding this Tall One and Ashamir and all the strings attached. If you think I’m mad by now, which i wont blame you if you think I am, just leave. This is not the place for you because rationality is detested in these times

Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCENlfpBlRjoayZKwGTXQbUw

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❌ Sollux dealing with purple blood clowns

It took a truly extraordinary set of circumstances to get Sollux to ever willingly deal with the purples and their almost mandatory clown cult. So when whatever sick twist of fate saw the Dark Carnival Committee's scheduled shipment of faygo fall through and brought them through dubious multiversal channels to his digital door, he was ready to slam it in their face. It had only taken minutes of video calling to have him sick of the greasepainted face and oily words of the contracting agent.

Before his finger could delicately reach for the killswitch (and it would certainly kill more than just their connection) a muffled voice interjected from off camera. Before the sleazy idiot could make a complaint, a hand easily came down to palm his head, horns and all, and lift him up to deposit off screen. Sollux could only see one mammoth leg stretch across the viewport before an enormous body squatted down, leaving the camera facing a ponderously heavy set of honkers. The fact that the conversation continued largely with that occasionally wobbling pair, what was their name? Maenad? Left Sollux the greased up one when they eventually tilted the camera upwards to her face and got a torturous agreement out of him.

The delivery itself wasn't much of a hassle. Faygo wasn't really a controlled substance on Alternia, only a defacto one by virtue of being hassled by fucking clowns if you carried much of it at once. When he could just 'appropriate' a truckload of it from a less insane universe things were simpler. Where complications set in was the gate. Sollux had half expected to drive the whole truck into the middle of the riot of tents and fairy lights and ditch it there. Having to submit to a border checkpoint manned by some touchy tealblood with a wave scanner was out of the blue. Apparently the big (clown) wigs had to put in new rules this time. "They're all fine with spontaneous subjuggulating to liven up the party, but they can't go letting someone in with a bag of pipe bombs like last time. That's just not sporting." or so the guard rattled off to him. The scans were forwarded ahead, and eventually he was given the go ahead.

Once he'd parked the truck at the big supply tent Sollux had initially planned to get his payment and fly the fuck out of there in short order. Jiggle-induced shortsightedness had missed a flaw in that plan though. A whole carnival of mainly purplebloods. Chucklevoodoo bullshit abounds both on purpose and accidentally. Psionics were a complete no go. He'd have to hoof it out, and get paid at that. It was impossible to tell if it was paranoia or long-honed lowblood instincts that told him a few too many highbloods were staring at him. There also seemed to be a disproportionate amount of lady clowns (he would NOT use the J word) hanging around the administrative tent, attached to some larger structure in front of it, where he was to meet the Big Woman.

She was seated again when he entered through the flaps, and damn this one had definitely gotten an advance on their next couple growth spurts. As something of an expert on the topic, Sollux figured he'd have barely come up to her groin were she standing. She looked away from some screens as he entered, and he could've sworn one was the scans from earlier before her body obscured them all with its width.

"hey if iT ain'T The deliveryman!" The huge troll declared, encapsulating his hand in one giant mitt to shake.

"yeah that's me. the truck full 0f your g0op's in the agreed tent. pay me up and i can get 0ut of y0ur hair." And good lord she had a lot of that. What was it with huge women and huge hair? It was an unhealthy type for Sollux to have.

"hey slow your roll There! you'll geT the caegars, buT iT's a party man. why don'T you sTick around and chill? my Treat. i Think the faiThful like your vibe anyway. so serious. a biT TwiTchy." She offered, long arms gesturing outward in welcome.

Having to insist more than once to get paid was always a bad sign. But he could see a safe in the corner of the room, tempting him. "wish i c0uld, but i do have t0 make go0d on 0ther deals tonight. s0 i should really g0."

Rather than respond directly, she seemed to be tilting her head slide to side in slight movements to his words. "you goT a funny way of Talking There. iT's all lilTing and shiT. i like iT. here Try This iT'l Take the edge off. privaTe sTock." And before he could turn down the obvious faygo offer he watched her reach deep between her jugs, aptly named given their water cooler shaming size, and retrieve a bottle of purple liquid to hand to him.

Maybe it was being absolutely saturated in chucklevoodoo energy and more than likely a lot of secondhand drug smoke, but Sollux stupidly took the bottle and sighed. "fine. i can stick ar0und a bit. until the last drop is drained, alright?" He twisted it open and took a swig as a show of good faith. God that was vile, and while it may have been faygo derived there was a distinctly different taste to it. Alcohol maybe? Certainly something harsh. Chahut, the large troll's name and probably the last bit of information he was able to retain while lucid, grinned widely at the acceptance.

"shiT ThaT's sick. the mirThful masses and my gals are gonna love iT." While Sollux started to question what the hell that even meant, he was cut off by her continuing "hey since you're sTicking around like a good sporT we oughT To geT you someThing. show off our miraculous good faiTh. you inTeresTed in a fuckin bonus?"

A unwise reflex over took him and he took another gulp of the concoction, spurred in part by force of habit and in part by nerves as the mammoth purple had been leaning (and by default, looming) over closer to him since he'd accepted.

"a what? i mean, f0r what? i guess i'm at least interested." He finally managed to string the words together, feeling both parched and slightly too-hot as the behemoth had fully sidled up next to him, her surprisingly soft side overflowing into his space while a bottle tapped against his, pulled from who-knows-where in the shadowy, swirling colors that were beginning to make up the edges of Sollux's vision. They shared another drink.

"shiT yeah yellow man. iT will be worTh all our whiles. i'll geT The sisters." Her words seemed even more distant than her head was from his. Finally, the psionic found himself drifting away into darkness.

//UNTIL WE GET TO PART TWOOO. That's right i'll be doing the second part in answer to the other ask I got since they have now welded together in my head. Should be basically all action, as I have never been able to stop myself from wasting time setting the stage.

Forgive whatever certain mischaracterization that is of Chahut. The Big Clown Honkers have their major appeal but I've never interacted with the slightest thing hiveswap and aint about to do research for an elaborate bit of flash porn.

#drabble #prompt #ficlet at this point #Captor Clown Fiesta

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jim-fetter-illustrations · 11 months

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IN THE BEGINNING has a whole lot of different beginnings......

Ya know, when ya think about it, we live in a strange and weird, to say the least, world!

We don't know why we are here,.... really,.... we don't know who or what put us here,.... really, and for what reasons,.... really, and because of that fact we got over 200 self-created Gods we just made up out of thin air all running around taking credit for everything in existence,.............. really!

Seems like when we don't know for sure we just make shit up so we aren't scared of the thought WE DON'T REALLY KNOW!

We rarely go through the process of hypothesis investigation when it comes to 'Life created',... because that could take forever,... and we need the answer NOW!

So we just assume by Divine Providence that some sort of supreme being intervened to create everything, and we human beings were created to serve or follow this creature we call God.

This revelation brought to us by people touched by said God, who tell us GOD TOLD THEM SO, and then they told us,............... not the actual God!

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, but we bought into that scenario totally!?!?

All organized religion started out in ancient times as blood thirsty cults that would just kill those who wouldn't submit to their beliefs, and their scriptures and doctrines were very clear on their laws to be followed, or else!

The OR ELSE was you dying if you didn't go along with their made up fairy tale.

All religions were basically AN EYE FOR AN EYE mentality in ancient times when they started out, and they wouldn't change for any man.

But today because of laws against killing those who don't believe, all religion has CHANGED from their bloody beginnings to a kinder gentler religious belief so more people would join the new version of the bloody rooted religion of ancient times.

Now if I'm wrong "please let me know" because all of this I've said here IS DOCUMENTED HISTORY!!!!

Ya see,.... everyone want's to go to some heaven like place when they die and still live there like nothing happened existence wise, people don't want to think about NOTHINGNESS after they die, they want to continue their existence as usual, and with all their faculties, so they are given that concept of reality if they just support the religion in this life,.... so basically the religion has an income from these believers.

Religion creates a system that gives us redemption from all of our sins, even if we are secretly still just as corrupt as we were before we believed or joined the religion.

This is why nothing really happens when you pray to that God, because it isn't really there, but in your head as a religious suggestion.

That scenario gives us a refrence point that satisfies our need to know everythng,........... even if we don't really know.

This is why I live out in the woods AWAY from the majority of the populous. Because when people go on the fritz and blow a fuse, because of a God that tells them to rid the world of sinners, they start shooting other human beings in the most populous areas.

They want the biggest bang for their bullets, and ya don't really get that in the woods where there aren't a whole lot of people, and the people out here have guns too, so they can shoot back.

Use to be we had these mass shootings once every few years, then we started to have them every year, then every month, then every week, and today we have shootings almost every day it seems by some wack-job thinking one of those made up Gods is telling him to save the fucking world by eliminating the sinners...........

Indeed we human beings live in a strange world,........ and we made it that way for profiteering sake, which drives a lot of people insane because they can't keep up with all the costs just to stay even!

What kind of a God knowingly would create such a bastardization of it's own creation, knowing that's what would happen to it, as all Gods Know All Things Past, Present and Future,.... so its said in the scriptures anyway........... sheesh!

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maximuswolf · 1 year

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A major change in coffee culture in the past decade

A major change in coffee culture in the past decade It seems since the rise in popularity of chain coffee shops like Starbucks and Dutch Bros, coffee culture (in the business sense) has greatly changed. Coffee shops were widely regarded as a place where people would meet up, sit down, and sip their coffee in a relaxed manner. It seems a major shift happened, a lot of coffee shops are more fast paced, having drive thrus and single use cups. Its hard to find a coffee shop where I live that uses reusable mugs meant to be returned to the barista and wash. Even if Im sitting down in a cafe, I get a disposable cup. In my opinion, its very wasteful.Another thing is cup sizes. These cups are huge, especially with espresso drinks. Its insane to me that the largest latte cup size I own is 10.5 oz, which Ill fill with two shots of espresso to get a nice 1:3.5 ratio of coffee to milk. A hot grande (16 oz) and venti (20 oz) also has two shots of espresso. Thats an approximate 1:5 and 1:7 ratio of coffee to milk. They’re not kidding when they say all Starbucks is is milk and sugar.Another thing, correlating with sizes, is price. Understandably, a special drink (eg a Frappe) that takes a lot of work and time is going to cost more than your average cup of joe. But now even a normal coffee can cost you upwards of $4-6 including tax and tip. I understand inflation obviously plays a role in this price, but the change in coffee culture to more specialized expensive drinks must also be a factor.On the upside, coffee is more accessible and diverse than ever before, letting coffee shops venture into new drinks with different flavors. America (where I live) is a very “fast” culture so including Drive-Thrus and pickup is necessary to have so much business. Its great that theres been a rise in coffee shops lately, letting in more jobs and social areas for those who do treat coffee shops as a meetup to chat with friends or a date.I am most certainly not trying to be some sort of coffee snob, these are just observations Ive noticed since I first started being a home barista with my little espresso machine. What are your thoughts? Is this change a good or bad thing? I can only speak from experience in the US, so for those in other countries, has coffee culture changed where you live too? Submitted March 01, 2023 at 12:53PM by waveybirdie https://ift.tt/qBDdUTg via /r/Coffee

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Why I can’t let go of my anger and hate for Christianity via /r/atheism

Why I can’t let go of my anger and hate for Christianity

I left Christianity for multiple reasons but the biggest one is the false hope and promises it gives to its followers

My parents are devout Christians who believe everything in the Bible literally so I grew up in a very strict Christian household

Unfortunately my youngest sibling my brother was born with autism and ADHD and is non verbal he drives my parents insane sometimes because he runs around all over the place and messes with stuff around the house.

My mom is an amazing care giver for him but she thinks if she prays hard enough Jesus is gonna heal him and make him normal…..he’s only seven but he’s been prayed over by the entire church and all the prophets and apostles my parents look up too and obviously it hasn’t changed anything

I was just on the phone with her this morning and she told me that the more she prays for him the worse his behavior becomes and in my mind I wanted to scream “YEAH NO SHIT PRAYER DOESN’T WORK BECAUSE GOD ISN’T REAL”

This is the real reason why I hate Christianity it plays with peoples emotions and gives them false hope

Reality is so hard for some people to accept they need religion to cope but it’s all based on fear and desperation

Jesus promised that he would heal people if they asked God in his name and yet billions of people have died while praying to him…….I made this statement a month ago in a different thread but it perfectly describes my feelings for this topic.

“I remember when I used to pray, at some point I stopped and I realized that whether I prayed or not, "life happened". People who didn't want to die died, people who did "wrong" thrived, and vice versa. Life simply happens, doesn't matter if you pray or not.

If there is a God, he set this thing up on auto pilot and he's just in observation mode, he's not meddling in human affairs, he's just sitting back and being entertained.

Only fools pray”

Submitted September 10, 2022 at 03:07AM by Firelordozai87 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/gkye6Ir)

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