UPCOMING PROJECTS:
↳ Slowly getting back into writing. Working on my personal novel and some other small things that make me happy. Unsure about Kinktober 2024, but I do have some ideas in the works. It just depends on motivation and how well I'm feeling, as I've been sick since June :( But slowly getting better! Taking everything day by day :)
OTHER NOTICES:
↳ I love Cath, who made me this awesome navi. You should follow her @/sailormiya uwu
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the question of fic comments is very straightforward actually. readers do not owe writers comments. writers do not owe readers fic. there is no bargain, no transaction, no debt.
fic is a gift. comments are a gift. gifts are exchanged between friends, out of love, not out of obligation.
I write for myself. I post it for others, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. I read for myself. I comment for the author, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. perhaps we were not friends before, but we are now, however fleetingly, because we have given each other gifts out of love.
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literally so important to have friends where you can be like "can i be insane for a second" and then you get to be insane. and they still like you afterwards
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
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short, sweet, summery. a little blow job for togame jo.
He knows damn well you’re doing it on purpose.
You’re at this cookout, right? It’s ninety-nine degrees in the shade, and there’s sweat pouring down his back, both from the suffocating humidity and from the show you’re treating him to from a few feet away. See, some genius brought popsicles. And you’re sitting there in your cutoff shorts and strappy tank top, legs crossed, dangling a flip-flop from your toes, tapping it to the beat of the song that plays on the radio while you lick and suck on that fucking grape popsicle like it was the best thing you’ve ever tasted. You look up at him every now and then through your lashes, tongue tracing up and down the length of that popsicle before deep-throating it with a groan, then releasing it with a lewd pop. Then you wink at him, a crooked grin plastered on your lips that are shining with sticky sweet liquid sugar.
He shifts uncomfortably in a sorry attempt at hiding the tent in his shorts; he’s getting so hard, so fast that it borders on painful.
“What’s wrong, Jo?” you ask, feigning innocence before wrapping your lips around the popsicle again. “You alright?”
“No.” He leans over so his lips bump against the shell of your ear when he whispers: “I want your mouth on my cock like it is on that popsicle of yours.”
You shiver, lean away from him, and bite down. The eye contact you make with him is downright scandalous while you chew. And before you lose your brazen confidence, you grab him by the hand and haul him toward the house. A few other partygoers murmur curiously, but no one follows you.
You find the bathroom on the first floor and waste no time sinking to your knees in front of him. Togame groans and watches you with a tender sort of amusement, leaning comfortably against the door, should anyone decide it’s a good time to take a piss. He’s forgotten for a moment that you’re still holding half of your frozen treat, so when he sees you slot it between your lips again, he knows he’s in for a treat of his own.
“Fuck, baby…” It’s crazy, you think. It’s crazy because you don’t usually enjoy giving him head, and he knows this is a rare thing, and he’s trying really hard not to cum too fast because he can hardly believe his luck in this moment. He’s totally and completely at your mercy, your pretty mouth taking him as deep as you can muster without triggering your gag reflex. One hand wraps around the base of his cock while the other holds tight to the wooden stick of your summer sweet. It’s melting fast, juice dripping down off your fingers and onto the floor.
When you need a break, you release him from your mouth and loudly slurp at the rest of your treat. Togame laughs. Fucking adorable.
You discard the little wooden stick and lick him from base to tip, then slide him back into your mouth until you feel like you’re suffocating. Maybe you are. And oddly enough, you think you might be enjoying yourself just as much as Togame. There’s a power that comes with having a man like him at your mercy. It makes you feel alive.
When he cums, he tries to pull back, unsure if you’ll want to take what he’s giving you. You deny him the space with a muffled mmn-hmm and grab his hips, holding him there while he has no choice but to let himself go. It takes you off guard and you do gag a little when it hits the back of your throat, but you relax and try to let it happen. It helps that he moans so sweetly and you can feel him trembling in your grasp.
“Baby,” he rasps, helping you to your feet. You wipe a tear from your eye and a little spit from your mouth and stand on wobbly legs. Togame crowds you against the bathroom sink and kisses you, one hand snaking up the front of your shirt to skim across your belly and grab a handful of breast. “That was so fucking sexy of you.”
You can’t help but giggle. It’s a giddy, bubbly feeling, though you’re so incredibly turned on at this point that you hope he returns the favor. “I know,” you gloat. You aren’t sure what came over you, truly. The heat, maybe. The way his hair curled against his skin in the humidity. The way he was leering at you through his sunglasses while you sat in your little folding lawn chair. Whatever it was, it was electric.
“What’s your favorite flavor, Jo?”
He grins, slides his other hand down the small of your back, through the sweat that runs in rivulets down your sun soaked skin. “You.”
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