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I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

coloring practice with the faves✨

Theatre Kid! Eren

+++ Nerdy theater kid Eren, Dick sucking, smut, cum facial, nervous eren innocent eren, fat balls, thick chode dick (7 minute read)

Theater kid! Eren who had spent weeks between his days with you and at rehearsal stressed out of his mind. Going through play runs, lines, fittings and makeup. Going to bed almost nightly in tears because he was sure he messed up his lines earlier at rehearsal. Or that he was completely off key on the last verse.

So many evenings you spent pulling his head into your lap as he shoved his face further into your thighs from shame and disgust. He was a hyper critical perfectionist. For such a timid guy you’d never seen him get as abrasive and as downright cruel as those days he was dissatisfied with his performance. Some evenings he’d butt the heels of both palms against his temples while muttering “fucking idiot” to himself over and over because of one note that he suddenly remembered he sang offbeat.

But all of the self flagellation and discipline was all worth it to him in the end to finally get on stage and deliver all his lines and hit all his notes exceptionally. And to do it while trying to inconspicuously seek out your gaze in the theatre as you watched him during the final performance. Knowledge of your presence was his safety charm from embarrassment and fuck-up’s amongst the intimidating crowd laid out beneath him. He'd see you sitting to the far left and his heart rate would quicken up, his large palms would sweat. All Eren desperately wanted to ask you in that moment while he acted on stage was “am I doing ok?” and “are you proud of me baby?”

He was so incredibly eager for your praise, and so eager to find you after the show.

You did find him after the show, seeing him from afar in the theater hall looking back and forth over his shoulder antsily trying to see if you were coming. He was nervously playing with the loose thread at the very bottom of his shirt and his toes were pointed in that pigeon toed way that they get when he felt insecure or worse; abandoned. All the other actors had a small crowd of family and friends gathered around them. But all Eren had was you. He was slouching, nervous and already growing a childish pout.

You jogged right up behind him, yanked his arm down and landed a big fat kiss right on the apple of his cheek. Leaving a ring of speckled gloss there.

The redness that creeped up his neck came almost immediately. But not as quickly as him turning around to grab at your face and squish it, leaning down so he could put his full body weight into kissing you.

Poor little dumb Eren.

So, so eager to finally have a girlfriend and do all sorts of “hanky panky,” as he liked to call it. That he often forgot how to control himself in public.

He was shaking like dog, kissing you with so much fervor. So much anticipation. You could barely find space to pull back and gift him the pretty floral bouquet you got him as congratulations for such an amazing performance. But when he saw it he smiled wide and eager, from ear to ear. His gratitude brushed up to the moon.

You were so proud of him. It was obvious.

So it should’ve came at no surprise to him then really, when you begged him to take you back offstage. Under the guise of wanting a “guided tour” of the theater's inner workings from the actor himself.

Of course It wasn’t allowed but it was the only rule Eren thought he was breaking.

You somehow managed though to put him in the sound technician's arm chair while you gagged on his chubby dick, bobbing up and down on the only part of his veiny meat that fit inside. He was a moaning, whiney mess. Lifting his hips so far off the chair and pushing your head away.

You were slurping so good, sucking right off his thick dick with a puffy smack to your lips just to go back in and suckle his red tip. To dig your tongue into his little pee slit.

He whimpered audibly.

“N’more..n’mor—“

You pressed the front of your tongue flat under his red mushroom head, sealed your lips and suckled and suckled. Like you were gonna suck all the little drops of pre-cum out of him.

He warbled “No!—ah. It hurts”

He was gasping for air and sobbing.

Despite his shaky pink hands and his pink red tip you kept suckling.

Of course it didn’t hurt, but your dumb baby boy didn’t have the right words to convey that it felt so good it overstimulated him.

You started rubbing Eren’s saggy balls that he was so insecure about, fondling the sack that was gonna get you pregnant one day. And when you could feel his balls pulling up against his cock you sucked one last aggressive pulse on him before angling his dick to your face and letting him squirt and spittle ropes upon ropes of warm goopy cum on your face. Dripping down your face, in your eyelashes, drenching your engorged lips and sliding down your chin back onto his dick.

You grabbed his dick again to clean it off but he feverishly pushed your head away “No d-don’t” with a pitchy whine.

He slumped further down the chair. His rail thin thighs caged your body in at either side. When you looked up to really take a look at him, his ponytail was falling out of its hair tie. It just appeared limp and frenzied. There were tear streaks down his face.

“When we get back to my room you want me to try on my little thong collection that you’ve been wanting to see?”

Despite how tired it was, his dick’s tip twitched on his lap immediately. Revealing his interest before he could. Eren shyly nodded his head. Too spent to give you more than a hoarse “please…”

You helped him pull his pants up, and dragged him out of the theater stage with his pink and red bouquet bobbing limply by his side.

I don't care how gay the wicked movie is or whatever this site can't gaslight me into taking ariana grande seriously all of a sudden

I see no lies.

SEMMM !! what are you thoughts on hard dom villain zuku ?? 🥺 he makes my pussy cream <33

i want to write an entire series on this bc there’s stages, i feel

at first, you’re collateral damage—some friend of a friend of a hero. you’re bait. tied up to some villain lair chair all pretty. he probably thinks you’re stupid for trying to fidget free. even if you did, he’d just toss you over his shoulder and drag you back.

but then, you won’t shut up. you’re chatty when you’re nervous. asking deku all these questions about where he’s taken you, his villain name, his suit—you’re dumb if you think a little conversation is g’na stall him of what he plans to do with you. but in the least, he’ll entertain you. but it’s more like he’s entertained by you.

mmm thinking of something like beauty n the beast—he’s had you in his clutches for a while now. you rarely see him, but when you do he treats you fairly well. he’s not violent—with you, at least. but you’ve seen him trudge in covered in blood and muck. you’ve, by complete accident, you swear, seen deku rip his suit off and let the water rinse him clean.

he’s not violent with you. but he is dastardly. you fight often, both of you get heated so quickly. and it’s his villain instinct to antagonize you. he’s mocking. he’s cruel. it makes you want to hit him. and maybe one day, you do—uncontrolled, seething, your hand’s slamming into his cheek before you even know it.

n’ then it’s his turn—wild green eyes and a grinning mouth are all you see. his hands wrap around your wrists, n then back, back, back. he’s folding you down, holding you still beneath him as he mounts you. that’s the first time you realize how much strength he could lord over you, if he really wanted to.

things take a nicer turn when he comes stumbling in after a particularly bad ass whooping. and, while watching deku grunt and growl in pain brings a smile to your face, something soft in you wants t’help him. so you do. coo at him real gentle while slathering his cuts in alcohol, heh. it’s supposed to be a small justice for your dislike of him—but this is when it strikes you that he’s a marvel. a sight to behold. you’ve been holding your breath since you realized how much bandage it takes to fully wrap around his stupid arm. the expanse of his back, the thickness of his waist—nearly every inch of skin covered in scars and scratches.

you’re so painfully attracted to him. the worst man on earth. what does that say about you? and even still, you can’t help the way your mind drifts. when the two of you are alone—it’s hard to not think of what he could do with you, what you want him to do with you. by your lonesome, in the dark of night, your fingers wander—pinch at your nipples and rub sweet circles into your clit. mouth opened in silent pleads for izuku to come do it for you. his hands are bigger. his fingers are thicker. rougher. he’d feel so good.

n’ while you put him back together (he never really fell apart), deku revels in everything you give him, even if it hurts. eyes fluttered shut under the soothing press of your little fingers against him. he adores your attention. i’m sure of it, as touch starved and lonely as he probably is. and he knows you’re talking to him, your nagging swirls in the back of his mind. there’s so much of you to focus on, to enjoy for himself.

even on his deathbed (not really) he’s still so condescending! doesn’t even spare you a look when he sighs, “can’t you tell daddy’s too tired to talk right now, sweetheart?”

i hate him <\3

i think the fucking wld happen gradually.

the first time, he comes home crazed and desperate. stalks around until he finds you in his room, on his bed. not doing anything particularly incriminating, but then you let it slip that you’ve missed him. you’ve been missing him. and you can only gasp when deku gets a hand on your pants and tugs em up to your knees. you roll back as presses his other hand against the back of your thighs, keep your legs in the air—out of my way.

being vulnerable like that, it makes izuku wanna ruin you.

gahhh deku moans when he gets his first taste of you. mind cloudy with the quirk of some stupid villain he had a scuffle with—because everyone has it out for the number one. heroes and criminals, alike. his body’s on fire and all he can think about is you. you, in a hundred different positions, making a hundred different faces. nose scrunched up and mouth watering with drool while izuku drags his cock in and out of you. on your side, your leg raised up to his chest like an animal. on your back, ankles over his shoulders. on your tummy, hips reared back like you’re in heat.

izuku makes you cum in his mouth until fat tears roll down your cheeks. until you’re tugging at his hair n’ trying to roll away—and even then, izuku catches you by the hip and licks you out just like that, while you tremble on your side, torn between bucking down against his face and writhing up to escape the merciless sucks to your clit.

then he’s dragging you to eat it from the back. then, he’s sitting you on his face. deku holds you still so he can eat in peace, and if you try wiggling away, the palm of his hand smacks right along the curve of your booty—fast, and hard, and cruel. and he’ll keep spanking you until you settle down >:(

it’s baby steps with him, i think. weeks after weeks of bein’ defiled by his tongue in so many different ways. n’then he works you up to bein’ split open and stretched on his stupidly big fingers. takes a while before he’s ready to fuck you. call it chivalry, if you will.

h-hard dom deku does have some toys for you, though 🥺 likes to mess around with bondage, i think..

i was an old hag by the decrepit age of 10

the hobbit movies were great because peter jackson was like "i want to adapt the hobbit into a movie" and warner brothers was like "no you're gonna make it a trilogy for no reason and make us a billion dollars" and richard armitage was like "the studio has tricked me, classically trained richard armitage, into being here so i'm going to portray a closeted homosexual" and martin freeman was like "i'm in a new zealand commercial!!"

between the newsletter’s entry where we learn the ponies are okay, me picking apart rings of power and analysing why it doesn’t fully feel like tolkien, and this one gifset of frodo and sam i reblogged, i felt like i finally have to gather my thoughts regarding what makes tolkien tolkien

and while there are many things that do, i’d argue that the most special one is its earnestness.

characters in LOTR care unabashedly, with all their hearts, and love so easily, whether it’s platonic, familial or romantic.

the hobbits feel like the most obvious example - merry, pippin and sam follow frodo for as long as they’re able; their loyalty goes deep to their bones, and their relationships are so full of trust, joy, devotion, fondness.

but all of LOTR is just more examples of the same thing. after the war legolas spends the rest of his life in middle-earth with gimli - they travel together for over a hundred years - and then he decides he won’t just say goodbye when gimli dies! and he does something that hasn’t been done before and just takes gimli to valinor, but not before aragorn dies. because they both loved him, too. faramir asks “do you not love me, eowyn?“ and she realises she does, and he says he’ll marry her and they’ll grow a garden and heal, and he kisses her even though everyone can see them. sam loves frodo, and he loves rosie, and he spends his life with her, then joins frodo in the undying lands after she dies.

and it shines through in the movies, too! it’s thanks to both the direction and the acting skills of the cast, of course, that so, so often all emotions are on full display - whenever sam and frodo interact, when aragorn kisses boromir’s forehead, when the hobbits say goodbye at the grey havens, when pippin finds merry at the battlefield, the way gandalf reacts when frodo says he’ll go to mordor, the way theoden breaks down at his son’s grave, the way he cares about eowyn like she’s his own child, the way eomer reacts when he finds eowyn and thinks she’s dead. those are just examples off the top of my head.

it’s also very special to me because in many fictional works (not only in fantasy) people just aren’t allowed to be that open - mostly men, but not exclusively - meanwhile this earnestness is something i always look for in fiction.

it stands out especially if you consider some fantasy creators (not naming any names but you know who i mean ajsjdjfjf) saying they “just want to reflect the misogyny of the period” (which is just bullshit and also demeaning to people of all genders in so many ways), because while LOTR is heavily male-dominated, tolkien managed to do something very, very interesting and important there.

he says, “war is the province of men”, but it doesn’t mean you’re supposed to want to be there. you’re not supposed to want to go to battle, suffer and/or die. eomer wants eowyn to stay home because he loves her, and couldn’t stand to see her die in a cruel, gruesome way (and when he thinks she’s dead, it’s the most devastating display of grief in the whole movie trilogy).

the heroes go to war because there are things that need defending, and dying for a noble cause is honorable, but again - it’s about defending, not about fighting. the clearest villains of LOTR are people who want the war to happen. many of the heroes, most of whom are men, just want peace for their people, want companionship (one of the first things aragorn says to the hobbits is that he’d be happy to have more friends, because being a ranger means he’s lonely), or want a good meal and a good drink like the hobbits. they want comfort and warmth. they want to finish a book like bilbo. they want to live in a garden among all things that live and grow like faramir. they want to marry and have a home and kids like sam.

and the things is, it’s not always that common in fiction, but it’s absolutely common, you know. IN REAL LIFE? BECAUSE MEN ARE PEOPLE? so it’s just really good to have tolkien absolutely divorce masculinity in his works from how his characters show emotions, or how much comfort they crave. and that is a realistic approach i’m interested in.