Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Too Good - Blog Posts
190811, fake love (©️ 비몽)
i have a teacher kinda like this and i feel like she’s under appreciated
To the hero professors
So, I’m taking U.S. History one and two over the summer at my community college, and the professor is this older white man. Naturally, this is history, and my first assumption walking in to the class is that I’m gonna be stuck listening to this guy drone on for two months of boredom. Great.
Within the first five minutes I knew I was wrong. So, so wrong.
“I don’t want you to be stuck memorizing dates,” he says. “I want you to know the story, the people, the conditions and reactions so that maybe we can all learn from past mistakes.” I was baffled. A history class that doesn’t require you to be able to rattle off dates? Not only that, there’s no homework and we don’t have to read the text book. The only things that are going to be on the test are things that come straight out of his mouth during class. He introduces himself, and proceeds to go around the room and greets every person one at a time. He will do this every day for the rest of the summer one and two semesters.
Then the lecture begins. I say lecture, but it feels more like story time in kindergarten. He begins to speak with such prose and personality that I forget this is a college course. He’s taken something that has so much potential to be mundane and turned it in to a book that I can’t put down. You bibliophiles know what I’m talking about. And then this glorious fucker ends the class in a mid-sentence cliffhanger.
Every class he carries on this way. It feels as if I’m there. Signing the Declaration, fighting against brothers in the Civil War, listening to FDR’s fireside chats, storming the beaches of Normandy… And he remains unbiased. He wants to make sure we see there’s two sides to every story; understand the conditions that lead to those reactions.
We took a test today, a week from our final exam. He goes around the room in his usual affable fashion, but rather than just ask how we’re doing, today he asks if there’s anything he can do for us. Most folks like myself say something along the lines of nothing, or I’m good. This girl next to me jokingly says, “You can buy me a coffee.”
“How much is it?” He asks.
“About five dollars.” She answers.
And without hesitation, this professor, this wonderful man with a love of teaching, and a love of his students, pulls out a fucking twenty dollar bill, hands it to her and just says “Go get your coffee, and bring me the change.” Then continues on his way like it’s nothing.
And it may be nothing. Maybe I’m blowing something small out of proportion. But in a world where it feels as if every class is just dragging you along in the gravel behind it, and the professors seem to just be going through the motions; to see someone actually do something kind and ask nothing in return is so refreshing and uplifting.
I don’t know. Maybe this is just a boring shit post, but I really needed to share my appreciation for this hero of a teacher. A teacher who after over 30 years of teaching is still happy with what he does.
tl;dr: Some teachers leave a long lasting impact on your life; change the way you think, the way you see the world. Appreciate them for what they are. The unsung heroes of a failing education system.
I love them my honour 🙏 Anyways I'm so down for this 'people who don't like eachother become really close because they get tangled in a messy situation' trope 😭
(the cast reposted it and I was crying happy tears, they're so cool)
spyfam au? spyfam au.
sweet heavens. i keep coming back to this
tease | calex
PAIRING:CASEY NOVAK & ALEX CABOT SUMMARY:CASEY TEASES ALEX WHILE SHE'S AT WORK CAUTION:18+, SMUT WC:2.6k
Alex had been on edge since the first picture came through that morning: Casey standing in front of the mirror, nothing but black briefs slung low on her hips, the thick outline of her cock straining against the fabric. The accompanying text had been simple, cocky: Thinking about you, baby.
She’d tried to ignore it, tried to focus on the case in front of her, but Casey wasn’t letting up. Another image followed while she was in court - a close-up this time, Casey palming herself through her boxers, a teasing glimpse of flushed skin peeking from the waistband.
By the time she was forced to sit through a mind-numbingly dull deposition, her phone vibrated again. This time, it was a video.
Alex had made the mistake of pressing play under the table. Casey’s voice, low and dripping with amusement, filled her ears through the privacy of her earbuds. Bet you're soaking through your panties right now, she murmured. The camera angle shifted, and Alex was greeted with the sight of Casey's cock - long, thick, already slick at the head as she lazily stroked herself.
Alex clenched her thighs together, swallowing a whimper. It took every ounce of self-control not to excuse herself and lock herself in the nearest bathroom. She wanted to scream. Or beg. Or just fucking leave, ditch the courtroom, her responsibilities, and go straight home where Casey was waiting.
But Casey knew she couldn’t. That was the worst part. The smugness in her texts, the casual confidence that Alex would be squirming in her seat, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it until the day was over.
By the time Alex finally stepped into their apartment, she was flushed, practically shaking with pent-up frustration. Her briefcase hit the floor with a thud, her heels kicked off with barely a thought. Casey was waiting on the couch, sprawled out like she owned the place - like she hadn’t just spent the entire day torturing Alex beyond reason.
She was still dressed, but barely. Her sweatpants hung loose on her hips, the unmistakable bulge beneath them even more prominent than before. Her lips curled into a smirk as she stretched, feigning innocence.
"Long day, counselor?" she drawled, voice thick with amusement.
Alex didn’t bother answering. She was already moving, already dropping to her knees in front of Casey, hands trembling with need as she reached for her waistband.
A low chuckle rumbled from Casey’s throat. "That desperate, huh?" She reached down, fingers threading through Alex’s blonde hair, tilting her chin up to make her look at her.
Alex’s pupils were blown wide, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "You know I am," she whispered, voice wrecked. "You fucking knew what you were doing."
"Of course I did." Casey's thumb dragged across Alex's lower lip, pressing down just enough to make her mouth fall open. "And now you’re gonna show me how much you appreciate it, aren’t you?"
Alex barely had time to nod before Casey finally, finally, freed herself from her sweats.
Alex let out an audible gasp, her fingers digging into Casey’s thighs as she took in the sight in front of her. Casey was big - thick and flushed, her cock standing heavy against her stomach, the tip glistening with precum. She twitched slightly under Alex’s gaze, teasing her further with nothing but patience.
"What's the matter?" Casey mused, voice dripping with amusement. "Bigger than you remembered?"
Alex whimpered, her nails dragging against the soft fabric beneath her. "You're such an asshole," she muttered, but there was no real venom in it - only raw, desperate want.
Casey smirked. "And you love it."
Alex’s lips brushed against the flushed tip of Casey’s cock, her breath warm as she exhaled slowly, teasing, savoring the weight of it against her tongue before she truly indulged. The scent of Casey’s arousal filled her senses - heady, intoxicating, and exactly what she had been craving all goddamn day.
Above her, Casey’s fingers tightened in her hair, not yet guiding, but warning - an unspoken demand for Alex to quit stalling. "Come on, sweetheart," Casey murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker, something that made Alex’s thighs clench together. "I didn’t spend all day making you drip just for you to get shy on me now."
Alex let out a shaky breath, her pride barely holding on by a thread. "Fuck you," she muttered - but the words lost their bite when she parted her lips and wrapped them around the tip, her tongue flicking over the bead of precum gathered there.
Casey let out a low, satisfied groan, her hips shifting just slightly, a silent encouragement. "That’s it," she murmured, the weight of her approval making Alex’s stomach clench with need. "Good girl."
The praise sent a rush of heat through Alex’s body, and she relaxed her jaw, taking Casey in deeper, inch by inch. Her mouth stretched around the sheer size of her, her lips soft and wet as they slid down the thick shaft. Casey was big, too big, really, and the stretch made Alex’s throat tighten, made her eyes flutter shut as she adjusted. But she didn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking slow and steady, her tongue dragging along the prominent vein running along the underside. A sharp inhale came from above her, followed by the faintest curse under Casey’s breath. Alex smirked around her, pride flaring in her chest.
"Don’t get cocky," Casey warned, her voice still smug but a little rougher, her grip tightening in Alex’s hair as if she needed to anchor herself. "You wanted this so bad so take it."
And then Casey rolled her hips forward, just slightly, pushing deeper. Alex’s eyes flew open, a muffled moan spilling from her throat as the head of Casey’s cock nudged against the back of her mouth. Her fingers dug into Casey’s thighs, nails pressing into the firm muscle, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let herself sink further, let the heat of it consume her, let Casey fill her the way she had been desperate for all damn day.
"Fuck, baby," Casey groaned, her head tipping back against the couch. "You feel so fucking good."
Alex let her eyes flutter shut again, basking in the raw approval in Casey’s voice. She bobbed her head, setting a slow, teasing rhythm, sucking harder on the way up before sinking back down, letting the thick weight of Casey’s cock press against her tongue again and again.
Casey cursed, her composure beginning to fray. She pulled lightly at Alex’s hair, guiding her just a little faster, a little deeper. "That’s it," she murmured, her voice almost fond now, despite the rough edge of arousal coloring it. "Knew you’d be on your knees the second you walked through the door."
Alex moaned around her, the sound vibrating down Casey’s cock, pulling a sharp hiss from her lips.
"Yeah, you love this, don’t you?" Casey’s tone was teasing, but there was real hunger in it now, real pleasure curling in her gut. "You spent all day squirming in that chair, dripping through your panties, and now you finally get to do something about it."
Alex let out a muffled whimper, her fingers flexing against Casey’s thighs. She was soaked - ruined - but right now, nothing mattered except the weight of Casey’s cock in her mouth, the way Casey’s voice turned rough with need, the way her own body ached for more.
She relaxed her throat and took Casey deeper, her nose pressing against the trimmed hair at the base, her throat constricting as she swallowed around her.
"Jesus fuck --" Casey’s hips jerked slightly, her fingers tightening almost painfully in Alex’s hair. Her breathing was uneven now, her control slipping. "That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all. Be a good girl and make me cum, yeah?"
Alex moaned in response, her head moving faster now, her jaw aching but her body thrumming with satisfaction. She wanted it - wanted to wreck Casey the way Casey had wrecked her all day, wanted to feel the sharp tug of her hair, the low, desperate groan Casey would let out when she finally spilled down Alex’s throat.
Casey pulled out with a slick pop, her cock glistening with Alex’s spit, a strand of saliva still connecting them as Alex gasped for air. Her lips were red and swollen, her chin messy with spit and precum, but Casey didn’t give her a moment to recover. She tilted Alex’s face up, gripping her jaw roughly, her thumb dragging through the mess she’d made.
“Look at you,” Casey murmured, eyes dark with satisfaction. “Drooling all over yourself like a fucking slut.”
Alex barely had time to glare before Casey’s hands were on her, gripping the collar of her blouse with both hands and ripping it apart. Buttons flew across the room, bouncing off the hardwood, and Alex let out a sharp gasp.
“Casey! That was designer...”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Casey growled, yanking the ruined fabric from Alex’s shoulders and tossing it aside like it was worthless. Her hands were already at Alex’s skirt, jerking the zipper down, peeling it off along with her ruined panties. “You can buy another one.”
Alex huffed, half-indignant, half-aroused, her skin flushed from more than just frustration. “You are so --”
But Casey wasn’t listening. Her hands were already gripping Alex’s breasts, squeezing, kneading, her thumbs rolling over her hard nipples before she pushed Alex back onto the couch. Alex landed with a soft “oof,” her legs spread instinctively, but Casey wasn’t done with her yet.
Casey loomed over her, her cock still slick and throbbing, her breath coming out heavy as she pressed it between the soft swell of Alex’s breasts. The contrast made her groan - her thick cock nestled between the perfect curves of Alex’s chest, the warmth of her skin already driving her insane.
Alex arched a brow, still catching her breath. “Really?”
Casey smirked. “Really.”
And then she moved.
Her hands pressed against Alex’s ribcage, pushing her breasts together, enveloping her cock in soft, pillowy warmth. Casey let out a low groan as she thrust forward, the slick head of her cock peeking through the top of Alex’s cleavage with every roll of her hips.
Alex bit her lip, watching through hooded eyes. She could feel the heat of Casey’s cock, the way it dragged against her skin, leaving a slick trail with every thrust. She reached up, pressing her hands over Casey’s, adding to the pressure, making the tight channel around her cock even tighter.
Casey cursed under her breath, her rhythm getting rougher, her hips snapping forward with more urgency. “Fuck, Alex baby..”
Alex smirked, breathless but teasing. “Not so cocky now, huh?”
Casey growled, the muscles in her arms tensing as she fucked into the perfect softness of Alex’s chest, the friction making her dizzy with pleasure. Her cock was throbbing, heavy, so fucking close -
And then Alex, smug and shameless, stuck out her tongue.
The sight of it; her, messy and ruined, looking up at Casey with her tongue out, waiting - sent Casey over the edge.
Her hips jerked forward one last time, and then she was coming, thick ropes of cum spilling across Alex’s chest, streaking over her collarbones, dripping down between her breasts. Casey let out a sharp, broken groan, her fingers digging into Alex’s ribs as she rode out the aftershocks, her cock twitching as the last drops of cum oozed from the tip.
Alex let out a breathless laugh, reaching down to swipe a finger through the mess on her chest, her expression wicked as she brought it to her lips. “You’re insatiable,” she murmured, sucking her finger clean.
Casey, still breathless, smirked. “And you fucking love it.”
Alex was still catching her breath, her chest sticky with Casey’s release, when she shifted onto her hands and knees on the hardwood floor. She arched her back, her ass high in the air, her thighs glistening with arousal as she wiggled her hips teasingly.
She looked back over her shoulder, her voice wrecked and dripping with need. “Need you inside my pussy, baby.”
Casey’s cock twitched at the words, still sensitive but already stirring back to life at the sight of Alex laid out for her like that—needy, desperate, hers. A slow smirk spread across her lips as she pushed herself up, gripping her cock at the base and stroking slowly, watching the way Alex’s body shivered in anticipation.
“Beg for it,” Casey murmured, stepping forward, dragging the tip of her cock through Alex’s slick folds, teasing her entrance but not pushing in.
Alex let out a whimper, her nails scratching against the floor as she rocked back against Casey’s cock, desperate for more friction. “Babe... babe, please...”
That was all she needed. Casey gripped Alex’s hips and slammed inside in one deep, unrelenting thrust.
Alex screamed.
The stretch was instant, overwhelming. Casey was thick and filling her up in a way that made her toes curl and her arms nearly buckle beneath her. She gasped, her body adjusting, her walls squeezing tight around Casey’s cock as she struggled to breathe through the sheer intensity of it.
Casey groaned low and dark, her fingers digging bruises into Alex’s hips as she stilled for a brief moment, letting Alex feel every inch of her buried deep inside. “Fuck, baby,” she rasped, barely holding onto her control. “So fucking tight.”
Alex whimpered, pushing back, desperate for movement, for more. “Move, Casey—please—”
Casey didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled out halfway before slamming back in, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that had Alex keening, her fingers curling into fists against the floor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Alex’s breathless moans and Casey’s sharp grunts.
Every thrust hit deep, driving Alex closer and closer to the edge, her walls fluttering around Casey’s cock, slick and hot and fucking perfect.
But Casey wasn’t done with her yet.
One of her hands slid up Alex’s spine, fingers trailing over sweat-damp skin before wrapping around her throat. She pulled Alex up by the neck, arching her back further, forcing her to take every inch, every relentless thrust.
Alex gasped, her body tightening at the sudden pressure against her throat. Casey’s grip was firm but controlled, her thumb pressing lightly over her pulse, making her head spin in the most intoxicating way.
“That’s it,” Casey growled against her ear, her breath hot and ragged. “Take it like the needy little slut you are.”
Alex moaned, her nails clawing at Casey’s thighs behind her, her walls clenching down around her cock. “Casey - babebabebabe - fuck—I’m gonna—”
Casey smirked, tightening her grip just slightly, her other hand snaking down between Alex’s legs to rub rough circles against her swollen clit. “Cum for me, baby.”
Alex shattered.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing as pleasure tore through her, her walls milking Casey’s cock for everything she had. Her vision blurred, her breath coming in short, broken sobs as she came harder than she ever had before.
Casey groaned, her pace stuttering as Alex’s pussy clenched around her like a vice, dragging her over the edge with her. With a sharp thrust, she buried herself to the hilt and came, spilling deep inside Alex, her body shaking with the force of it.
They stayed like that for a moment - panting, trembling, completely wrecked - before Casey finally released her grip on Alex’s throat, letting her collapse onto the floor, utterly spent.
Casey smirked down at her, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face. “Told you you’d be on your knees the second you walked through that door.”
Alex let out a breathless, exhausted laugh. “Shut up.”
But the way she shivered when Casey leaned down to kiss the bruises blooming on her throat told her everything she needed to know.
"And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
Unplanned companion to this Murderer, Shinichi Kudo piece from a few days ago.
I'm blaming this one entirely on my brother lmao
I thought I was done with this concept, like I had NO plans to continue representing this idea in this particular aesthetic, but then as we're watching Episode One: The Great Detective Turned Small, completely unprompted he hits me with this fuckin curveball:
"Do you think [Shinichi] thinks of himself as a murderer?"
And I just. Man
To be fair... I don't think I'll ever be done with the idea of a more emotionally-driven revenge story than what we're given for Shinichi, and the temptation of vigilantism in his pursuit of it, but I wasn't ready to start thinking about it agaaainnnn
@d1g1talg0d I beg read this please
@milkkai I'M STILL CREAMING I CANNOT
i wanna. cuddle Kazutora so bad 🥲 what do think it would be like ??
anon just so you know that cuddling = sex in my blog /j
tagging @4kh, the biggest kazu simp out there !!
cw: cockwarming, spooning sex, praise, slight exhibitionism (literally chifuyu is in the same room), creampie, cum eating. NOT PROOFREAD.
tonight was just a simple night that should've been spent by harmlessly watching movies. but the moment your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, raging boner nudging your ass as you prepared popcorns to snack on, you knew that the night wouldn't be just you, him, and chifuyu bingeing on rom-coms and classics in front of the blue television light.
it was him who proposed the idea. you couldn't really determine whether it was a good one or a bad one as his face was screaming mischief while he talked but it's kazutora, and trouble is his middle name. still, you nodded your head yes—regardless of the fact that it was torment waiting to unfold.
the plan simply went like this: hide underneath a thick blanket as he spoons you, stick his cock inside you, and keep it that way until the night ends.
the moment chifuyu entered through the living room after receiving a text message that said ‘just come in’, he was met by the sight of you and kazutora cuddling, comfortably spooning under the covers.
there were two bowls of fresh popcorn, one half-eaten in your arms and one untouched on the coffee table. on the screen displayed a tv show that he doesn't know the name of—probably because it already looked shitty from a glance and would never watch at all—and a pile of DVDs that took up half of the table's surface.
“ah, so cold outside.. oh?”
chifuyu's voice gets your attention, getting you to turn your heads at the door.
“you guys haven't picked a movie yet?” he asks, taking his jacket off and placing it on a lone couch's armrest. rubbing his arms to retain heat, he settles himself on the seat adjacent to yours. chifuyu leans forward to skim through the disks for something interesting to watch.
“well, i picked the movie last time so we figured that it's your turn now.” you answer, eyes still trained at the screen.
“y'two know i'll always pick romance, right?”
“yeah, pick the cheesiest movie if you want, 's all cool.” your boyfriend snickers, only to be cut off by a playful slap.
“don't give him ideas!”
after moments of chifuyu's pondering over what film to choose (or deciding if he should really pick the cheesiest, most tooth-rotting mushy one just to prove a point), the boring show that was initially playing on the tv was replaced by the movie's opening soundtrack.
you felt so full. not by the amount of popcorn kazutora was feeding you but with his cock that has been stirring your insides for what felt like hours. every shift of his body hits a spot inside your cunt that got it drooling slick, whenever he laughs his hips uncontrollably ruts against you, and the hand continuously groping everything he could reach without chifuyu knowing was not helping at all.
the dialogues in the movie quickly blurred into gibberish. all coherent thought in your head escaped you and was replaced by a mantra of how much you need to cum.
on the other hand, kazutora felt so frustrated. who wouldn't be? when his cock was engulfed by your warm pussy for so, so long yet he couldn't move to chase a high that he's been craving to reach? your walls soothed his aching dick from its rock-hard state yet he could release the cum his balls were literally begging to be let out, he could only settle for subtle grinds which couldn't do the job on its own.
“mhm, you're so warm..”
he says as his arms tightened around you. it may seem innocent to any bystander—in this case, chifuyu who was watching the film without any idea—but kazutora's words were nowhere near chaste. warm is your pussy clenching around him, dripping wet and coating him with juices that he could get drunk in.
you almost let out a moan when he starts pressing his hips even harder, tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he curls up behind you. you could feel his breathing getting heavier, breathy sighs tickling the back of your neck, and you almost lost every ounce of your self-control when you felt his fingers swiping through your already damp folds; brushing against your pulsing clit. you jolt up in response. this freak—
“hey, you two okay?”
shit, you thought. you look up to see chifuyu's worried face that almost made you feel bad, for he doesn't have any hunch of what's happening underneath the covers—but you'd love to keep it that way. you're not sure on how you would face him once he gets suspicious of the two of you. mustering up a front, you try to cover it up with faux annoyance.
“stop fucking tickling me!” you scold as he pulls his fingers away. kazutora laughs in response, holding up his hands in surrender but if you look even closer, you'll catch a glisten between them—your pussy's juices in display. he brings it up to his lips, tasting you with a lick.
“fine, fine.. i won't tickle you anymore. just come here, let me hug you again.”
you roll your eyes. glancing at your friend's direction, you see the mop of his black hair facing the two of you as his eyes finally faced the screen. you breathe out a subtle sigh of relief, knowing that chifuyu's attention was situated on the show again. you let yourself fall back on kazutora's chest, and regretted it the moment you feel his hands exploring your body again.
he's bolder than before, groping everything he could reach and you were sure that the rustle of his movements were audible. hastily pinching your hardened nipples with his other hand sliding down your waist lower and lower until the tips of his fingers were touching your clit, he starts pressing your body down his hips that pushed his buried cock even deeper.
“you're so soft, y'know that? i could hug you all day..” kazutora whispers down your ears. he was speaking in pure innuendo, but with his dick inside you sheathed to the hilt, along with his fingers fondling your nipples, would you even think otherwise?
you hear chifuyu's laugh and you were brought back to your consciousness, back to the couch you and your boyfriend were situated in. was it because he caught you two fucking? you have no idea, all you knew was how near you were to an orgasm, all because of kazutora's cock grinding inside the walls of your cunt.
“keep hugging me tight, baby.. 'm so close.. to you.. i like it..” he murmurs, making it seem like a loving gesture. “i like being so close..”
you hold on to a single thread of decency left in you. his friend is in the same room with you, but kazutora was making it so hard to control yourself.
his fingers that were initially resting between your pussy lips and pressing against your clit got to work, stimulating the bundle of nerves that gets you spasming under his touch. it was too much for you to handle, legs shaking in response as you bit your lip to prevent moans from spilling out.
kazutora's dick has never felt so, so good. so, so warm inside your cunt that clenched around him with his every move, tip of his cock reaching your cervix that he couldn't help but grind on to. he doesn't care about anyone catching you anymore, call it desperation but his balls were begging to cum at this moment.
was chifuyu even aware of what's really happening at this point? was the heat of upcoming orgasms from the two of you getting obvious? was he breathing too heavy now that he's about to blow a load inside your cunt, or was your pussy too damn wet now that his friend could hear it? it was too much to think about, and kazutora tells himself that he'll just think about it once clarity comes.
for now, his mind is settled on your climax, along with his. the pads of his fingers vigorously massaged your clit as his other hand pinched your nipple just the way you liked, and with everything he had left, he pushed you down to reach the deepest he could go—bursting cum inside your womb.
it dripped down and possible leaked out of your hole but he couldn't care, not when your pussy was fluttering around him as you went through your own orgasm. everything around him was so warm: your cunt, his own cum, the sweat forming on his forehead, and the blanket on top of you.
everything was so warm that he didn't catch the credits rolling on the screen, and the lingering eyes watching the scene unfold.
beats per minute!🩺