The Safe Café

He’s massive beneath you — broad chest, thick arms, powerful thighs that could easily pin you down if he wanted. But right now he’s on his back, letting you ride him however you want. His hands rest on your hips, not guiding, just holding you steady as you sink down on him.

You lean forward, bracing one hand on his chest, and bring the other down hard across his cheek. The sound is sharp. His head snaps to the side with the force of it. A low, guttural groan rumbles out of his chest as he twitches hard inside you. “Fuck… do it again,” he rasps, voice wrecked.

You slap him again, harder this time, watching the way his eyes flutter and his jaw clenches. His hips buck up sharply, driving deeper into you. The sting on his cheek blooms red against his flushed skin, but he doesn’t stop you. If anything, he looks drunk on it. “Harder, baby,” he begs, voice hoarse. “I can take it.”

You ride him faster, grinding down on him while you slap him again and again. Each hit makes him groan louder, his grip on your hips tightening as he lets you use him. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, dark and hazy with lust.

When you finally come, clenching hard around him, you slap him one last time, right as your orgasm hits. That’s what breaks him. He groans deep and filthy, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every slap you land.

Afterward, he’s breathing hard, cheek bright red, but he pulls you down against his chest and kisses you soft and attentively. His hand strokes your back gently, almost apologetically, like he’s the one who should be sorry.

“Again next time?” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough.

You smile and kiss the reddened mark on his cheek.

cw: 18+ mdni, smut but fluff, slight overstím, check in, squirting, d/ş dynamics

And I mean fuck, how many times had you cum on Toji’s cock already— you were fucking drooling, tears prickling your eyes and that tight knot feeling starting to build in your stomach again. But it was different, way too different that you could feel the electricity hitting your brain, the way your breast bounced everytime you plopped back down Tojis aching length, stars in your eyes—

You hopped up on your feet in one swift motion and a moan, falling to your knees because of your wobbling legs. And you can hear the silence in the room as Toji stares at you in slight shock, blinking while staring at you who’s on the floor trying to take small and quiet breaths. Then a snort comes out, covering his mouth as the low rumble of laughter starts bellowing from his stomach.

You sniffle, “Don’t- don’t laugh Toji.”

But the ends of his canines are already showing, eyes crinkling together, “ ‘M not, ‘m not, swear mama,” he gently grabs your wrist, helping you off the floor and laying you on the bed. He tilts his head to the side, observing, taking you in, sweat making your skin glisten in the warm light of the lamp close by, curls every which way, “You alright? Need some water?”

But he’s already decided for you, drinking some front he spare bottle himself then feeding it to you. You take deep breaths, eyes still glossy, bottom lip wobbling. Toji so gentle with you, course he is, been rough with you all night, you deserve to be loved on sweetly. He gets between your thighs, letting his rough hands glide down your flesh, “Talk t’me doll, what’s wrong, huh? Gotta talk t’me or I won’t know.”

It only makes you embarrassed, heat burning through you while you find somewhere else to look, other than his eyes. “‘S stupid.” You say in a hushed voice.

“Then we’ll stop-“

“-No toji!” You whine out, gripping his forearm. He only sighs, hand caressing your cheek, “Then speak to me baby.”

You inhale a shaky breath, “Was just- just scared.”

“Scared?” He repeats, he searches your face now, brows knitting together, “scared ‘f me?”

You quickly shake your head, “No! No- just- felt good… but it was strange- I never felt like that before, so I-I got scared.”

Toji can’t even hide the damn smile on his face, you’re too cute for your own good. His right hand goes up to yout hip, the other tilting your head to look into his emerald green eyes. “Shit like that’s normal, nothin t’be afraid of baby. Especially when you’re with me. I’ll work that out.”

His cups your face, let’s the pad of his thumb rub the apple of your cheek over and over, “But you get scared like that again just use our safe word, what’s it’s there for. I’ll stop at the drop of a hat. Don’t have to run, okay? You’re the boss here.”

You nod in response, heart still pounding out of your chest. Toji lifts your hand, pressing it against his thunking heart, letting you know he feels the same as you. Worried, but here, in love with you. Then he lets you hand it trial down his toned abs, lower, to his dark happy trail, eyes flicking back up to you, “Wanna continue?”

“Yeah.” You shyly say, pretty brown eyes staring up at him.

“Good girl mama.”

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>Among the characters there are one or two White characters with minor and/or distinctly antagonistic roles.

>White tumblr users focus entirely on said White characters.

>Tag of Black led piece of media is filled with posts about White character(s)

Hello everyone,

I’m not sure if my followers or moots have noticed, but I haven’t been very active on here for quite some time.

You may not read this entire thing, but I just want to say I started this blog two years ago because I had ideas I wanted to share with others who held common interests. With the recent news of Mark leaving NCT, I found myself reflecting more deeply than I expected. It wasn’t just about him; it felt like another sign that the things I once held onto so tightly are changing, just like I am. To be clear, his departure isn’t what sparked these feelings; I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while now.

Weirdly, I’ve been getting small wake-up calls showing me that I’m growing up.

I’ve been listening to K-pop since I was 10, and I’m 23 now. K-pop has been with me through the most traumatizing times of my life. Songs like EXO's "Baby Don’t Cry" held me together at my most painful moments. As the years went on, I found other groups like BTS, GOT7, NCT, and Seventeen that gave me strength and carried me through the entirety of my high school and university life. For that, I am forever grateful.

In my first year of uni, I realized that things around me were changing quickly, and so was I. After the hardships I faced and the resentment I carried in my heart, I felt an overwhelming urge to heal and move on. I just didn’t know where to start. I sat and thought about it for a long time, and slowly, I started changing without even realizing it.

As a result, I stopped paying close attention to the things that used to keep me grounded in dire times. I stopped making note of comeback dates, I stopped watching variety shows, and my listening habits became shorter or limited to older songs. I was growing up. I began to realize that the 10, 11, and 13-year-old girl who was being severely bullied and filled with anxiety no longer needed constant comfort because she was finally ready to move on.

As I sit here in my room, freshly graduated from university and filling out job applications every day, I’m realizing so much. I'm growing distant from childhood friends whose bs I had put up with for a very long time, finding new interests, understanding myself, and setting new boundaries. I realize now that I’m all grown up. I have other concerns and worries now, and I have other reasons that make me smile.

For a very long time, K-pop in all its glory was the only thing that made me happy.

Thank you to all my moots and followers over the years who have engaged with me and my work. You’ve helped me get to this point as well, and I’ll never forget that. I won’t be deleting this blog or my works; they are a part of my history.

Looking back, I was definitely scared to let go of things, but I owe it to my younger self to be happy or to try, at the very least, to live my life to the fullest and explore new things without looking back.

I keep thinking of a line from the song "For Good" from the musical Wicked:

"So much of me is what I learned from you. You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart."

I’ll never forget what K-pop meant to me, what it did for me, and the happiness it brought me. But now, I believe it is finally time to say goodbye to this chapter. I’ll still hold space for it in my life, just not in the way I once did.

With that being said, I'm signing off.

Thank you for everything.

With Love,

Fat girls in SKIMPY OUTFITS

FAT GIRLS in SKIMPY OUTFITS

I’ve been thinking a lot about this tag lately, which encompasses so much context in three little words.

You’re exactly right @magicmumu2. I’ve been fascinated in the way that desirable femininity has been portrayed in old Hollywood and how it was systemically withheld from fat black women. Despite emancipation being several decades before the 1930s, women that looked like me were erased of everything except our servitude. The closest it gets would be Lena Horne or Mae West but they’re both only checking half the box and in the lightest way (litcherally), at that. 80-90 years ago, I would only get to depict a maid, if the film wanted financial backing and wider distribution, at least. On occasion today, fat black women are portrayed as classic, glamorous beauties.