#⚠️grooming

[dairy-farmer]

Jason openly grooming Tim, fucking him around the manor. Jason never died, tim joined the family slightly earlier, and Jason is just open about how he’s using him… and Bruce is helpless, he’s weak when it comes to Jason, and it doesn’t help how hot he finds it all. Just the mix of guilt over how he’s allowing this to happen and also how hot it is

cw//underage, grooming

!!!!!!! jason being allowed to do whatever he wants since his injuries from the joker left him permanently benched and so this means when he starts fucking tim, bruce's latest adopted child, bruce is VERY reluctant to do anything about it. because he doesn't want to hurt jason and he doesn't want him to get in trouble because tim and jason are somewhat close in age but they're at two completely different developmental stages with jason already experiencing the worst of puberty while tim is only barely starting to enter it. tim is still so young and naive and bruce knows that jason is blatantly lying to tim so that he can manipulate him. telling tim that jason pressing his cock into his little hole is a 'game' to be played just between them when its really just getting his rocks off and using tim as a replacement for his hand.

but bruce doesn't step in. doesn't stop it. he just gets tim onto birth control so that at least jason won't get the young boy pregnant and bruce doesn't even do THAT as something to look out for tim. he does it because if tim gets pregnant his school will have questions about the father and all bruce can think about is protecting jason from any consequences of his perversion.

bruce tries to paint himself as a loving father, as a father that desperately wants to protect and defend the child he nearly lost....but the truth was...bruce protected jason for selfish reasons.

every night when jason went into tim's room, or pulled him into the library, or climbed on top of him in the den and convinced him to slide his panties off, bruce would be treated to the sounds of tim's gasps and sweet whines as jason roughly fucked him, the wet slaps of jason's front meeting the back of tim's thighs so loud and audible that bruce could hear it. he'd listen to the sounds, hand drifting down to his cock and desire swirling in his gut as jason fucked the sweet little nymphette bruce had brought into their home.

[ariestrxsh]

⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, corruption of innocence, (slightly rough) oral, light hair pulling, lots of praise, daddy kink, fingering, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, threesome, belly bulge, creampie, squirting, manipulative!matt, manipulative!chris, innocent!reader

📝 author's note: 📝 this is part three of 'playground love.' 💖 here, you can read parts one and two. i must insist you read these first bc this shit is too good not to read in order. 💖 enjoy.

✍️ Summary: ✍️ You're an innocent virgin, and you've fallen into the hands of Matt and Chris, who want to know who you think has the prettiest cock.

'playground love' part three

"Yeah, we're each gonna take our cocks out, and you're gonna tell us which one of us you think has the prettiest one. Okay, princess?" Matt cooed, stroking your face. You innocently nodded. "Get on your knees for us," Chris ordered you, and you did.

You were completely naked, kneeling on your soft, pink rug while Matt and Chris towered over you, removing their shirts. You admired their lean, slightly muscular builds, and your eyes danced to the suggestive 'v' lines leading down the front of their pants.

You heard the sound of Matt fiddling with his belt and unzipping his zipper while you took in the sight of Chris pulling down his sweats and underwear, his cock springing out of the fabric that previously strained it. Your jaw dropped, and your gaze made its way to Matt's cock revealing itself as he took off his jeans. You'd never seen a man naked in person, and now you were seeing two.

Their bodies looked scultped by the gods, carefully curated for your viewing pleasure. They looked better than the porn Matt had shown you. You stared up at them in awe as if they were engulfed in a halo of white light. Their well-groomed cocks stood at attention for you, and they sat at eye level, giving you a really good look.

They were both big, however Chris was a little longer while Matt was a little thicker. They each had bulbous tips that matched the color of each of their lips, and they both leaked a clear substance you knew nothing about yet. Matt had a few prominent veins that stuck out on his shaft, and Chris had a few more.

The only other notable difference was that Matt's cock curved slightly upward, and Chris' hung slightly towards the left. Other than that, they looked more or less the same. They were both engorged, throbbing, and silently begging to be touched.

The two of them peered down at you, and the way you closely examined their packages, your expression saturated in amazement and curiosity. "Why don't you hold them in your hands?" Matt suggested, smirking at you.

You reached up, gently taking Chris into your right hand and Matt into your left, almost as if you were afraid of hurting them. They felt strange in your grasp. They were hard, but the skin was soft, and you could feel them twitching against your palms as you held them.

"You can be a little rough with it, princess," Chris assured you, smiling at how cute you looked, handling them each so delicately, and so you gripped them each a little more tightly "Try moving your hands back and forth, sweetheart," Matt suggested, taking his lower lip in between his teeth. You did as he recommended, and both of their expressions softened as you started stroking them. You noted how the skin felt while you moved your hands back and forth a bit faster, your hands caressing every vein.

"That's it, sweetheart," Matt said in a breathy voice. "What's that stuff leaking out of you?" You naively asked, examining their tips and narrowing your eyes at Matt and smiling. "Why don't you taste it and find out, sweetheart?" Chris responded, smirking at you.

Your eyes flicked over to Chris as you hesitantly leaned in, placed your mouth on Chris' tip, and slurped it up while his eyes rolled back, and he smiled at the sensation. "It's kinda salty," you giggled, secretly loving how responsive Chris was to your lips.

Then you moved over to Matt's and did the same, slurping up his mystery liquid while he gently placed his hand on the back of your head, letting out a soft whimper and looking into your eyes. You felt yourself becoming wet again from their reactions to you tasting them.

"Well, now I know how it tastes, but that doesn't tell me what it is," you chuckled with both your hands still on their dicks. "It's called precum, and it means you're doing a really good job, princess," Chris smiled at you. "Can I keep doing it? I really like it," you innocently whispered, licking your lips. "Yes, of course, baby girl," Matt replied, loving your response.

You took Matt's head between your lips once more and continued to suck on it while you jerked them both off. "Try moving your head back and forth while you do that, and make sure you to keep your teeth out of the way. Oh, fuck. Yes, pretty girl. Oh my god, just like that," his voice started to trail off while you did as he told you.

You felt so powerful making a strong man whimper with your mouth, and you relished in the way he sounded, the way he looked, and the way he tasted. You could only hope you were making him feel as good as he'd made you feel with his tongue.

He held eye contact with you the same way he had earlier while he was going down on you, and you absolutely adored it. He put his hand on the back of your head again and started gently rocking his hips back and forth until most of his length had disappeared behind your lips. "Good girl," he whispered in between moans. His mushroom-shaped tip fit perfectly in your throat like it was meant to be there.

"You're making me jealous, princess. Come here and give me some attention, hmm?" Chris whispered. You moved your lips from Matt's cock and transferred them over to Chris', but you kept your left hand on Matt's and continued pumping it back and forth. Your lips engulfed his tip, your tongue brushing up against his shaft, and you bobbed your head the same way you had with Matt.

"Your pretty mouth feels so fucking good," Chris cooed, throwing his head back and letting out a seductive groan. You gently suckled on it, your tongue dancing across his sensitive nerve endings. "Fuck yes," he whimpered. He was a little more expressive than Matt and his satisfied sounds were a bit less restrained, and you really liked that. You loved that you could almost feel his pleasure vicariously through him while your mouth worked its way down his shaft.

"Daddy's gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, okay, princess?" Chris cooed, smiling down at you. He grabbed onto each of your braids and pulled your mouth down further onto him. He started to buck his hips slowly at first, but his pace quickly sped up. You started to lightly gag while he gripped your pigtails and pumped his cock back and forth into you.

"Such a good girl. Taking daddy's cock so good, aren't you, princess?" He muttered, enjoying every inch of your mouth. You throbbed at the way he spoke to you. You couldn't speak with his member filling your throat but your eyes, looking up at him longingly, told him how much you loved it.

Matt's voice broke you out of your trance, "I miss your mouth, princess. Please give me more attention," Matt begged in a needy tone. How could you resist? How could you not give him what he wanted when he sounded like that?

You pulled your mouth from Chris, and it found its way back to Matt, whose eyes were pleading with you to give him what he needed. "Thank you, baby. You treat my cock so good," he smirked while your lips satisfied him. You watched the way he responded to the flick of your tongue against his slit as more precum flowed out. He bit his lip to suppress a moan and he looked at you with glazed over eyes that begged you not to stop.

You used a combination of the techniques you'd seen in the porn videos Matt had shown you and the way Matt's body responded to your mouth to find what he liked. He liked it rather slow, but passionate and messy. His eyes would roll back anytime you'd suck and move your tongue in circles around the head at the same time. The stimulation drove him crazy.

He looked down into your big, doe eyes and the way your lips were wrapped around his cock, and whispered, "I'm about to cum, princess. I'm about to make a mess in your mouth. Will you make sure to swallow it for me?" You nodded, eager to do whatever Matt asked of you.

You admired Matt while he became unraveled before you, cock pulsating in your mouth, a slew of profanities passing through his lips, and a warm, sticky, gooey liquid painting your tongue while he finished. His hips gently rocked forward and he watched you intently while he came. You delighted in every one of your senses that Matt filled, gulping down every ounce of his sweet juice.

"Oh, sweetheart. You did so good for me. Swallowed every last bit," Matt breathlessly praised you. You smiled at him, proud about having made him cum.

"Come give daddy some, princess," Chris muttered. You couldn't wait to feel him tug on your tigtails again and talk all sweet to you. You focused all your attention on the brother you'd just met, your mouth enveloping his dick while he mischeviously grinned at you. You moved your lips up and down his rod, sucking on it while you did. Chris, once again, clutched both of your braids and started to fervently move his hips, making you take more of him. You started gagging a bit again.

"If I'm being too rough, princess, just tell me, and I'll be more gentle," Chris smiled at you while he relished in the way looked and sounded while he used your throat. You didn't want Chris to be more gentle. You loved the way he bucked his hips, the force with which he tightly grabbed onto your hair, and the way he made you lightly choke. You couldn't get enough.

"Good girl. You like when daddy's a little rough with you?" Chris cooed as if reading your thoughts. You weren't sure why, but every time Chris referred to himself as daddy, you felt a throbbing between your legs. All you wanted to do was please him, hear him moan your name, and make him cum on your tongue.

Chris could sense your eagerness, could see the twinkle in your eyes as you peered up at him, and he watched the way his shaft disappeared behind your plump lips. He loved that he and Matt got to be the first ones you gave head to. He was thinking about your innocence and your willingness to let them teach you, along with how intuitively you understood what to do with your mouth and your hands without much direction. He couldn't wait for him and Matt to take your virginity if you'd let them..

Suddenly in the midst of his thoughts about you, he let out a few guttural moans, and his cock began to twitch against your lips. "Be a good girl and swallow for daddy," he smirked, exploring his teeth with his tongue while he looked down lovingly at you and all the amazing things you did with your mouth. His cum pooled onto your tongue, slightly thicker than Matt's and a bit more tangy, and you hungrily devoured every drop.

His hips slowed to a stop once he was finished, he released your pigtails from his grasp, and he thanked you over and over again for how good you made him feel. Matt leaned down, helping you to your feet, wrapping you in your blanket and handing you your glass of water back.

Once you gulped it down, Chris offered to go downstairs and refill it, and you took him up on it. "Hey, Chris wasn't too rough with you, was he? He can sometimes get a little carried away," Matt whispered once Chris had left the room, and the two of you were sitting side-by-side at the foot of your bed together. "No, I liked it. If I didn't like it, I would have told him to stop," you reassured Matt, looking into his eyes.

He appreciated that despite how shy and pure you were, you knew what you liked and didn't like, and you knew how to vocalize it. He leaned in and kissed you, cupping your face and moaning against your lip. "You're so beautiful. Thank you for sharing your body with us," Matt told you, kissing your forehead.

Chris re-entered your bedroom, glass of water in hand, and he smiled at how cute you looked curled up in your blanket while Matt rubbed your back. "How do you feel?" Chris asked you, handing you your water and caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. "Good. I feel so safe with you guys," you told them, glancing between each pair of blue eyes and taking a sip from the glass.

"You know, princess. We've done a lot today, and I understand if you're overwhelmed and if you wanna stop. But there's just one thing we haven't done yet," Matt started to say. "Sex?" You innocently bit your lip.

"Yeah, sweetheart," Matt replied as he pushed the blanket off your shoulder and started tracing your collarbone with his fingertip. "I-I don't know," you stammered, recoiling. You were intimidated by how big they both were, and you weren't sure how they were even gonna fit. Chris helped Matt push the blanket off of your naked body while they both stared hungrily at you.

"It'll only hurt for a sec," Chris sympathetically responded. "We'll be real gentle. Take good care of you," Matt promised. "If you need us to stop, just say stop," Chris reassured you.

They were both on either side of you on the bed again. A nervous excitement welled within your stomach, anticipating pain but wanting sex with them both so badly. You began dripping down your thigh while they both had their hands on you, gently running their fingertips over your flesh. Goosebumps stood up all over your body, and Matt was whispering in your ear, "Lay back, sweet girl. Let me take care of you," and you did.

You rested your head back on your soft, fluffy pillow while your eyes rested on the glittering chandelier on your ceiling. Chris planted a few kisses on your breasts again, taking your sensitive nipples between hips lips, sucking, licking, and humming against them while Matt's hand traveled down to your heat. He ventured your folds, relishing in how easily his fingers slipped around against your clit. You bit your lip and your eyes widened as he brushed against it.

"Wow. Wet already, princess?" Matt cooed, making slow circles on your sweet spot. "Mhmm," you hummed. "Any particular reason?" He asked, dying to hear you say it. "From putting my mouth on you guys," you innocently whimpered.

"Who knew you'd like sucking cock so much, huh?" Chris grinned up at you, relishing in your answer. Although he could tell by the way your eyes looked while he pumped himself in and out of your mouth earlier how turned on you were getting bringing the boys pleasure.

Matt rubbed your slit up and down a few times until he approached your hole. "Deep breath, darling," he told you before he pushed his finger in. You let out a pained whine as he filled you, gently pumping back and forth while you got used to how big his fingers were.

Like Matt had told you yesterday about the line between pain and pleasure being a fine one, you experienced that phenomenon firsthand as your soft cries turned to full-bodied moans.

Chris continued to kiss your chest, your neck, your jawline, and he watched as your eyes rolled back. "Deep breath again, sweetheart. Here comes the second one," he warned you a few seconds before pushing another in. You let out another discomforted noise before you got used to the feeling again, and they felt you relax underneath their touches.

"Good girl," Chris whispered against your neck. "Fuck, princess. Your little cunt is so tight," Matt sighed, his cock twitching at the thought of how good you'd feel wrapped around him. He reveled in the fact that he was the first pair of fingers to venture your sweet pussy besides your own.

He couldn't get enough of your innocence, so much so that he almost thought about calling it all off, just to preserve your purity for his own sick satisfaction. But more than that, he couldn't wait to ruin that innocence, to stretch you out, and show you what your body was really capable of.

Once you were completely used to his fingers, he put a third in, and it took even less time for your pleasure to wash over you until you were in a tranquil state. Matt let you enjoy the feeling of his fingers for a few more minutes, but he was secretly dying to take it further..

He removed his fingers, and he positioned himself so that he was between your legs. "Ready for me, hmm?" Matt asked, lining his member up with your entrance and gently pushing down on it. You silently nodded while you looked into his gorgeous blue eyes.

His cock disappeared into your hole, and you let out a yelp as he took your innocence. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you while he slowly pushed it in further. "Good girl, princess. You're taking it so good," Chris whispered, watching the way Matt slowly stretched you out.

The thing about Matt was that he was always going to put your pleasure first and leave his own on the back burner until later, so no matter how hard it was for him to keep his movements controlled, slow, and subtle, he was going to in order to keep from hurting you.

"The painful part is almost over, sweetheart," he soothed you with his words. After a few more strokes, your suffering subsided, and it started to feel delightfully good. Matt watched the shift happen before his eyes, nearly getting off on it.

He peered down and saw the outline of his cock moving around in your stomach, and Chris soon noticed it, too. They both stared down at the belly bulge, starstruck by the incredible sight. "See that, princess?" Matt delightfully sighed, pushing down on his imprint. "That's me inside of you," he smirked, licking his teeth and grabbing ahold of your gaze with his own.

He started to fuck you a little faster, making a clap clap clap noise against your skin. Your breath quickened and became more shallow and so did Matt's. Your back began to arch. You'd never felt better than you did in this moment.

Matt drilled into you while you laid back and took it, accepting him into you and loving every inch of the way he felt. Chris was sitting to your left, caressing your face and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He kept finding reasons to playfully tug on your pigtails and reasons to gently stick his fingertips in your mouth, moaning and smiling anytime you'd suck on them. They loved tainting your innocence with their perverse nature.

The combination of the way Chris was interacting with you and the way Matt was railing you sent you over the edge. They pulled an orgasm from the deepest part of you, and it was more powerful than the others you'd had. Matt felt you squirt your liquid all over the length of his cock while you thrashed beneath him and cried out in sheer desire.

Matt couldn't help but cum as well when he realized he'd just made you squirt. He pumped you full of his seed while he pulsated inside of you. "Holy shit, princess," Matt breathlessly whimpered after the two of you came and he was slowing his hips to a stop. "What was that?" You asked, wide-eyed, wondering what made that orgasm so much more special than the others.

"Holy fuck. You just made her squirt, Matt," Chris looked at you, his expression steeped in amusement and awe. "What does that mean?" You wondered, biting your lip while you looked between the two of them as if you could find the answers written on their faces.

"It means Matt just gave you the most powerful kind of orgasm you could ever give a girl," Chris told you. You beamed at learning this information, blushing at how good Matt was in bed and how badly you wanted him to make you squirt again and again..

"Daddy's gotta have a turn with your pussy now," Chris whispered, pulling you on top of his lap. "I need you to ride me, okay, sweet thing?" Chris asked in a daze, his face flushed just from watching you and Matt.

While you kneeled and hovered over his aching cock, he teased your hole with his tip. You gasped as you slowly descended onto him. He gripped you by your hips while your cunt gripped his dick. "I wanted you on top so you could control the pace and show me what you like," Chris grinned, looking up at your cute face as you tried to hold it together.

Since Chris was not as thick as Matt, he slid in easily, but since he was longer and more curved, once his length has disappeared into you completely, it reached a special place inside of you that no one had before, and you shuddered as the tip of his cock grazed this wonderful spot.

"Daddy, I want you to set the pace," you bit your lip and innocently looked at him. "Yeah?" He asked, delighted to hear you call him that while you gave him permission to be in control of you. He held you by your waist, keeping you still in place while he bucked his hips up, slowly at first but then at an incredible speed.

The thing about Chris was that his stamina was a force to be reckoned with. He could fuck you like that for hours if you needed him too. No matter how tired he'd get, he wasn't going to stop until you were gushing all over him and screaming his name.

Matt sat beside the two of you, and the two of the brothers watched as your perky, little breasts, and your pigtails bounced around while Chris worked himself in and out of you. "Wow, look at her," Matt whispered, admiring the sight.

You couldn't hold on very long. The way Chris was stimulating you was almost too good. "Be a good girl and cum all over daddy's cock," Chris urged you through his breathlessness. That feeling arose in your tummy again. Your favorite feeling in the whole wide world.

You came undone once more while Chris bounced you up and down on him, hitting all your hard-to-reach places, and causing you to scream out, "Daddy!" You squirted once more onto Chris' staff this time, sending him over the edge shortly after.

His arms were completely wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your breasts while he looked up at you before his eyes rolled back into his head. He pumped you full to the brim with his thick, milky substance, and your riding soon came to a halt. You collapsed onto the bed beside him, exhausted and buzzing from the high you felt.

After the three of you took in the experience and talked about the things you liked about sex with them, they asked the question again. "So, whose cock do you think is prettier? And who made you cum harder?"

The truth was, you couldn't choose. Part of you wanted to say Matt because you had a crush on him. Another part of you wanted to say Chris because he had surprised you the most. But they had both satisfied you equally and both had gorgeous-looking dicks that you couldn't get enough of.

"I can't pick. Maybe we should do it again to refresh my memory," you half-jokingly said. They giggled, secretly hoping they'd get to do it again as well.

The three of you showered together, and you all fell asleep that evening curled up on your couch downstairs in the glow of the television light while you drifted off to the movie Catch Me If You Can.

You all woke up to your alarm a few hours later, the one you'd set to warn you that your mom would be ending her shift soon. The two boys each kissed you, told you how much fun they had, and slipped out the front door before your mother could return home and catch you.

You fell asleep on clean sheets that night, having put yours in the wash after your shower to destroy any evidence of the manner in which the boys had their way with you.

The memories of earlier that day swam around in your head while you smiled up at your chandelier that reflected a few shafts of light that poured in from the streetlamps outside. And soon you dwindled off into a dream..

part four posted here 💖

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[polyestercleaner]

Can we get a nsfw alphabet with joost please?💫

Yippee ya yay I was waiting for someone to request this!!! Thanks for the request yah!

|Summary:Nsfw Alphabet For Joost

|Content Warning⚠️:Nsfw duh

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The absolute sweetest, pats your head and plays with your hair.

If your REALLY done and your absolutely exhausted he'll pick you up and help you get cleaned, washing your face and helping you wear your clothes as you both giggle and talk about how good that was

We all know he's a ginormous smoker so what's better than a smoke after having sex with someone you adore? He'll take you with him out to the balcony and either have you sit down on his lap or next to him, if your a smoker to you'll share together, playfully blowing smoke on eachother

If he's too tired aswell, you'll be the one in charge, helping him slip his clothes back on and then laying on top of him, soft kisses everywhere until he sleeps.

I'd say he's more of a giver than a receiver though so it's mostly him caring for you afterwards!

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

I'm a firm believer that joost is a tits man, prove me if I'm wrong, he loves your tits, small big medium it dosent matter hell still be fondling them and placing kisses on your sensitive nipples

He lives the dips and curves you have, whether you were a fat or skinny person, he loves feeling the curves and dips on your thighs and rib cage or tummy

As for himself I'd say his hands, just adores how much he can do to you with them, he knows how much you notice the size difference between your hand and his. Loves the fact he can ruin you with just one hand.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as I think he'd love to cum inside of you at all times, when he knows he can't or if your simply not into that at the very moment, it's always gonna be on your lower part of your tummy, always there, loves the whimpers and soft gasps you let out when he comes on your tummy and the warmth of it shocks you once again.

If you let him cum inside you? Well it's over, he's gonna stuff you full with his cum until your hole can't keep it inside, and he'll still use his fingers to push back the cum oozing out of your cunt.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

REALLY wants to fuck you while wearing those slutty lingerie fits, it might not be extremely dirty but I feel he would view it as so

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I'm pretty sure he already said he isn't a virgin(after attempting to lie that he's a virgin XP) after a while of knowing you I'm sure he'd be able to memorize your body like the back of his hand

He knows every part that could get you to arch your back by then

And he definitely has experience with a couple of women

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Doggy style probably,, enough of those references joost:o pulling slightly at your hair just to see the way your face scrunches and the way your mouth falls open when he slams his cock deep inside of you

If there's a mirror than that would make things even better

Cowgirl too, rubs circles into your hips as you desperately bounce on his cock to chase after your climax

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Most definitely silly, cracking a joke every now and then

Always stopping mid way to say something stupid that will get you laughing for 4 minutes straight

He's just fucking funny man

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

NEVER shaves it at this rate i don't think he ever picked up a razor for the purpose of shaving it

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Despite being silly alot during it he will make sure you feel loved and desired

Placing kisses on your cheeks and thighs when he's going down on you

Complimenting you during and after

"You did so well, so gorgeous" he'll tell you while playing with your hair after your both done

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He's got you, why would he wanna jack off?

When your not around and he's out on tour or your simply not in the mood I'd say he jacks off at least twice a week, all while thinking about you

Whimpering your name forever and always😞

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink(he'll praise you at any chance he has)

Bondage

Breeding kink(he just loves seeing your tummy all round and full of his cum)

Dacryphilia(only if your tears are from pleasure) he'll coo at you and brush your tears away despite how much he loves seeing them

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

does he even care at this point?

Wherever you want, whenever

His favorites are your bedroom and backstage sex will always be his favorite

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The way you look at him will always get him, fluttering your eyes and acting all innocent

Seeing you wear his clothes of any kind

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to do with piss😞🤞

Even tho I think he'd be open to anything I feel like public sex will always be a no no unless it's discreet yo a certain extent

No threesomes why would he give you away to someone else

Any weird ass petnames like daddy or something (master, sir)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers going down on you

When isn't he NOT pussy drunk

He won't get off of you until he makes sure you came around his tounge atleast 3 times

He's very skilled, his tounge circling around your clit and teasing your hole before pushing his tounge further inside

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends, morning sex with him would be slow and sensual, he'll focus on making sure you feel good and loved, kisses everywhere and praise all over the place

Usual sex at night will be slightly rougher, bending you over anything in your room. Fucking you like it's the last time he'll get his hands on you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Never passes a chance to get a taste of you

Fingering you in a bathroom stall and when you both hear people come on his hand will fly to your mouth to shield all the moans that slip out

Yet he still continues fingering you, despite all the noises your poor cunny is making

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Open to trying things, no matter what.

Hell take some risks here and there if he's really in the mood

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I feel like you both would have equal amounts of stamina

Hell go for 3 rounds maybe 4 if he's really full of energy

Or you'll both doing an extra round that's too sloppy cuz your both exhausted

His thrusts become sloppy over the rounds, which only makes you more overstimulated and frustrated

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He found out you owned toys on a random day and now when he comes over he'll randomly find one when he's looking around at your room and just ends up using it on you

If you own vibrating panties or small vibrators he'll use them when you both go out

Watching you squirm in your seat if he turns the vibrations up

Your mouth falling open as you try to regain composure so you wouldn't out yourself to everyone

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Biggest fucking tease out there

Whether it was normally or sexually

He'll never pass a chance to tease you in bed either

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not too loud if he isn't throwing praises at you

Groans and whimpers here and there and that's about it

Mostly quite just to focus on hearing the sounds you make

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Cock warming lover

It dosent even have to be sexual He just loves the feeling of you on his cock, warming up every inch of him, sometimes he'll end up bucking his hips and thrusting up into you occasionally

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5 inches max 6 if he's really hard

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty horny, atleast 3 times a week, but you always have something going on almost everyday

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He dosent really sleep afterwards, just goes out for a smoke or just smokes while your laying on his chest, drifting into sleep but he just simply stays awake, smoking.

|Okay don't blame me if this turns out shit I haven't done these in a decade or so. Thanks for the request!٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

[hemipenal-system]

⚠️know your dragon’s body language⚠️

-slow, s-shaped tail flicking, purring, dilated pupils: relaxed, content

-rolling around, tail tip flicking, bumping you with horns: play behavior

-hissing, constricted pupils, tail low and still: stop touching me. back off

-snarling, teeth bared: im gonna bite you hard if you don’t stop that

-tail coiling or wing wrapping around object or person, cooing, pressing body into or laying on someone: affection!

-gentle biting, nosing, and/or licking: curiosity/grooming behavior

-wings fanned flat, lying on back, eyes closed: basking. ask before touching

-wings fanned vertically, frills out, roaring: territorial display/dominant courtship behavior

-body low to ground, bowing with tail raised or mouth held open: submissive courtship behavior

[ph4ntomcat]

Guide to most popularly used emoji combos regarding Proship, comship, etc

Proshipper: 🌈🍖/🌈🍗/🍓🍰 (or any other meat + rainbow)

Comshipper: 🌸🌙/🕊️⚠️/🕊️🍋

Darkshipper: 🎱🎀/🪼🫧/🥨🕯️

Profiction: 🌈🍋/🔮🖊️

Ex antishipper: 🧩🥀

Doveshipper: 🕊️🌱💌

Unproblematic comshipper: 🪷🫧/🌸🌾

Traumatized proshipper: 🍟🐾

Traumatized comshipper: 🍿🐾

Dead dove do not eat: 🕊️⚰️/🕊️⚔️

Loli: 🎀🐰

Shota: 🧸🍯

Kodo: 🎒🍭

Anti anti/antis DNI: 🐜❌/🐜🚫

Falship: 🌷🚨

Reneship: ⚖️🍓

Rarepair: 🍰💫

Neutralshipper: 👩‍❤️‍👨🌿/🌑🎈

Pro/com shipper who has been groomed by an anti: 🌕💫

I don’t deserve death/I don’t deserve to die: 🐞🤍

It normally doesn’t matter which order the emojis are in btw! And I’m aware there are a lot more terms I didn’t add but these are the ones I could remember the best. Emoji combos are typically used for awareness, so feel free to add these to your profile if you apply to them! If you don’t know what something means, just ask :)

[animehideout]

Gojo NSFW alphabet? Pretty please.

GOJO SATORU NSFW ALPHABETS

A/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it 🥹❤️‍🔥.

Warnings 🔞⚠️: SMUT NSFW MDNI

Note : If your request isn't posted yet it's because I'm still working on them, thank you for your understanding and patience 🤍.

A= Aftercare ( How is he like after sex?)

After a rough session Gojo would treat you right. He'll spoil you. He'll get you whatever you want, snacks, water, chocolate, takeouts? Literally anything you crave. He's a giant so he will cuddle you, and you can't escape his arms.

B= Body part: ( His favorite part of your body?)

He loves every part of your body, but your thighs are his favorite. He likes to burry his head between them. He likes to pinch them, squeeze them and bite your inner thighs a lot. Your thighs both calm him and excite him depending on his mood.

C= Cum: (Where he would prefer to cum?)

Definitely your face! He finds it extremely hot and attractive. It would turn him on more and gets him hard again at the spot. Just the sight of you under him while your face drips with his cum makes him go crazy, especially if there's some on your lips and you lick it, damn he would definitely go for another session, a harder and more rough one.

D= Dirty talk:

He's so into dirty talk, like he won't shut up while you're both fucking the shit out of each other. He's very playful, so exepct a lot of teasing. He's a confident man but dirty talk boosts his confidence even more, and it makes him feel very dominant. He's rough so he would give commands and makes you do as he says.

“Oh you think you can handle me? Okay then but don't say I didn't warn you”

“Oh you're enjoying that? my little slut”

“Come on turn around now, face down”

“Feel me fucking pound it”

E= Experience: ( Is he experienced? )

He's a busy man, he works often so he doesn't have time to get into shallow relationships or even one night stands so I don't think he's very experienced, but he's rather naturally good at it. Maybe because he's confident in his body and abilities and he follows his flow so everything turns out to be perfect for him. So when he gets into a serious relationship he'll give you the best sex of your life.

F= Favorite Position:

Oh Gojo got many favorite positions and he's good at each one of them. No matter what position it is, he'll reach your G-spot and make you scream from pleasure. But if I had to mention some positions, I'd say Against the wall?! He likes it when your back hits the hard wall from how rough he's pushing his length inside you while your legs are wrapped around his torso. Also I would say missionary! He likes being on top of you while he looks at how flustered expressions and the fuck faces you make.

G= Goofy: ( Is he goofy during sex? )

Goofy like playful but definitely not vanilla. He's rough, but at the same time chill. Idk if you get it, but like he's rough in a teasing way and not the very serious way. The type that makes you both smirk.

H= Hygiene:

This man is very hygienic, he cares a lot about his appearance and cleanliness and down there as well. He makes sure he's well groomed / shaved. Also his body smells really nice, like you'd be sniffing him the whole time when he's on top of you. His scent is sweetly intoxicating. In return he prefers his partner to shave/ wax as well.

I= Intimacy:

He can be sweet if you want him to be. But most of the time he's rough. He's a man with a lot of responsibilities hanging on his shoulders, so he'd like some tough relief you know, to take everything out. And he does, when he fucks you hard. Would ask for consent first of course.

J= Jerk off:

He would masturbate very often at the thought of you. Since he's always at work, both of you won't be having a regular sex life so to relieve himself when he misses you, he sneaks somewhere and pleasures himself imagining that you're the one giving him a hand job.

K= Kink:

Moaning? your moans turn him on more and more and encourages him to fasten his pace. Your whimpers / screams / panting boosts his confidence, proving that he's fucking you right. Also he's into praise words ( receiving ), oh man just tell him that you like the way his dick slide in and out of you, just tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him that you want only his dick inside of you and see how he's gonna make you see stars.

L= Location: (His fav place to have sex)

Anywhere! But his favorites are in the shower room, pounding you against the cold wall or in the backseat of the car, he loves how the windows turn foggy after literally destroying you.

M= Motivation : (What turns him on?)

When you bend in front of him to get something. Intentional or not, it would get him instantly hard. He just loves your body so much and wants to appreciate in every way including sex

N= No: ( Something he wouldn't do)

Threesome or more are a big no no for him. He would never share you with anyone. He believes that you're his and he's yours. End of discussion.

O= Oral sex:

Of course Gojo enjoys giving head and pleasuring you but not as much as when he's the one getting it. He's a bit greedy and very egoistic so yeah he'd care a lot about his own pleasure and you have to do a great job and suck the cum out of his dick. He likes the feeling of your hands and lips around his length, while he throws his head back in satisfaction while his orgasm builds up. He likes to challenge himself, so he give you the green light till he reaches his breaking point that gets him begging for you to stop.

P= Pace:

Starts slow but then turns fast real quick. He's not worried about making you cum fast, because he'd go for many rounds and makes you cum over and over again.

Q= Quickies:

As I said Gojo is a busy man so you don't have a regular sex life, so he'd grasp the chance whenever you see each other. Even if he's seeing you for a few minutes, both of you would sneak somewhere and have a quick sex. Of course he'll make it up for you with a long ass passionate night when you have time for yourselves.

R= Risks:

I feel like Gojo is open to try new things with you, anything except involving another individual in your sex life. So by risks I mean like he might try public sex, pleasuring you under the table during an important meeting.

S= Stamina:

This man doesn't sleep, he's got a lot of energy, so he can go as long as you can handle. Does he ever get tired? no. So you better prepare yourself for a long night.

T= Toy:

I can't see him using any toys on himself or on you. When he's pleasuring you he prefers using his mouth, tongue and fingers and not toys, nothing else can fuck you expect for him. He believes that a piece of plastic won't get the job done.

U= Unfair:

Satoru is the biggest tease ever. He likes to annoy you. Sometimes, he might edge you till you start begging and pleading for him to make you cum. He's so damn good at it. And he knows how to use his teasing into making you more horny and needy for him.

V= Volume: (Is he loud?)

Satoru is so damn loud. He'd moan, groan, growl, whimper... anything. He likes how your moans harmonize together, it's like music to his ears and it pushes him to his limits. He's not shy or embarrassed, nah he wants you to hear his moans, he knows very well how it turns you on. He'd moan into your ear, also breathes heavily which is so fucking attractive. Even if you're not making love he'd occasionally moan in your ear to make you all flustered.

W= Wildcard:

Despite being a confident man, not easily offended and no one can compare to him, he's still a pretty jealous type. Even though he knows no one can get near you or compete with him or steal you away, whenever someone looks at you in a not very likable way he'd get pissed off and turns on his protective mode. If you dare to tease him and make him jealous on purpose, you already know what's waiting for you. Yep, definitely jealous sex, and if he can't contain himself till you get home then he would literally make out with you in public while everyone is watching. Gojo doesn't really give a single fuck, he'll devoure you, slip tongue, steal your breath away while he's kissing you hungry kisses.

X= X-rays:

He's a big guy so you know what to expect. Your eyes would be wide open the first time you saw him. It is indeed huge and thick, got you nervous and wondering how it would fit inside of you but it did.

Y= Yearning:

He's always ready for you to take him. Always ready for sex with you when you're in the mood of course. Due to his schedule he won't be able to be with you everyday so that accumulation of a long ass week of missing you and wanting to be inside you got him all ready and horny for when he sees you.

Z= Zzz:

Nah he won't fall asleep immediately after that. He'll pamper you first, take care of you and make sure you're comfortable and not hurt after being a total freak in bed. He'll put you to sleep and watches over you then he'll fall asleep if he managed to.

[omkookie]

Make You Mine.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere themes

A scenario in which Yandere!Gilbert thwarts the Reader's wedding. This idea was given to me by a lovely anon quite a long time ago and I just found the draft for it.

He steps onto the venue, his cane loudly hitting the shiny floors beneath it with an audible 'tap' each step he takes. The guests all turn their heads towards the intruder and go pale when they see his face.

Gilbert von Obsidian.

There he stood- The devil of Obsidian himself, with a cane in hand accompanied with a sharp look in his crimson eyes. Despite his smiling face, some of the attendees of your wedding shivered in unease.

"Oho, The villain has come to steal the bride." He announces, looking right at you without sparing a single glance at your fiance.

"Prince Gilbert—" Your fiance says in disbelief, a frown etching itself upon his handsome face. You look at Gilbert with shock, your eyes as wide as saucers. "Gil?" You muttered in disbelief.

"Well, he sure made a bigger impression than any of my pranks could have." Clavis says bitterly, a frown of unease resting upon his face. Clavis studies Gilbert cautiously, not allowing himself to let his guard down for even a moment despite his carefree demeanor. "Hehe, You'd have to try harder. Maybe I'll help you pull some pranks." Gilbert's smile never falters as he replies to Clavis. He steps up to you and takes your hand into his, his black attire the complete opposite of yours.

"Gilbert. What are you doing here? You sure made quite the appearance by scaring most of my guests." You chided him lightly while pushing his hand away and trying to free yourself from his grip.

"I heard my little bunny has decided to marry one of my old friend Chevalier's cousins." He says in an exaggerated manner as he puts on a hurt expression, "You can do better you know. I can't believe you'd settle down for so little." He sighs.

"Especially when I'm here for you. It would bring your kingdom peace to marry me instead." He adds, causing a pit of unease to form in your stomach.

The guests all start whispering in a panic, Clavis glaring sharp daggers at Gilbert while Rio decided to interject since he's both the bridesmaid and best man.

"Excuse me Mister "Better option". Can't you tell you're crushing my dear MC's wedding right now? Such proposals are made before a bride gets married to her groom!!! NOT during the time she's getting married." Rio reprimanded Gilbert even though he looked heartbroken you were getting married.

Gilbert taps his cane, ignoring him.

"Listen here, Rhodolite. I'll make things quick." Gilbert states as he looks over at Chevalier, the new king of Rhodolite.

"Give me the little bunny or I'll destroy your country.", He looks over at you next, his voice sweet but dripping with venom as he looks at your wedding dress and says, "I'd do anything to make you mine"

Gunshots heard in the background further supported his statement as guards fell dead and guests panicked....

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[momoiti00hell]

I paint the groom endlessly.

⚠️Don't re-upload

[dairy-farmer]

There’s a lot of Bruce being a creep but what if Jason? What if a Jason never died au in which he brings home his first boyfriend and they’re all super excited — until he brings home this tweeny kid, Tim. They’re in the same class but he’d been bumped up a few years.

He’s all of 13 years old to Jason’s 18 and Jason is *very* handsy, extreme pda — Jason’s (more than) a little and feels like he can get away with it, which he can. I can’t think of many specific examples, but maybe them making out during movie night and Jason pressing his hand into the crotch of Tim’s pants, pressing his fingers against his pussy through the fabric while Tim very much does not enjoy it, Jason and he sharing the same bed when he stays over and *everyone* can hear them fucking, or maybe the two of them were home alone and Jason’s fucking Yin hard enough to bruise around the manor and the others come home and are like ‘what the fuck Jason’ and Jason just *keeps going*, harder so he can finish himself off.

The family are weak to Jason, spoil him rotten, he’s an entitled brat who had to be taken off active duty years ago because he’s a liability who can’t follow orders. They’re as helpless as ever to him fucking this kid, and so end up turning a blind eye as always as Jason becomes even more blatant with what he’s doing, and the entire time Tim seems less than comfortable with it — but is seemingly devoted to Jason?

cw//underage, grooming

jason has had so few good things in his life after he was forced to permanently retire from robin and tim is one of the few things jason has to look forward to and enjoy. and so maybe jason is a little rough with him, maybe he accidentally squeezes tim too tight or keeps going even when tim is making those pained animal noises. maybe he's a little mean, pinching tim's tits and cheeks when he makes whining sounds over jason shoving his underwear to the side to sink his fingers or cock into tight, wet heat. so maybe he gropes and touches tim to his heart's content but its not as if tim ever really protests it even though...well...he'd like it if jason was a little gentler and if maybe he and jason could just.... watch a movie or spend time together without jason pressing rough fingers into tim to keep him open and wet for his cock. which tim does appreciate a bit since jason likes to fuck hard and tim's cunt was always left throbbing, aching, and bruised afterward. tim didn't really see what was so good about mashing their parts together but jason was a big fan of it, making tim do it whenever they had time. like when jason would invite tim over to "sudy" together but that would just lead to him pushing tim down and unbuckling his uniform pants before shoving into tim. other times when jason's dad would pick them up from school he'd climb on tim in the back seats leaving tim to try to keep his voice down as if he could hide from mr. wayne what they were doing.

of course tim doesn't protest. jason was robin. and tim had held a candle to the robin mantle ever since dick had created and so...so tim is willing to overlook how all jason seems to really want to do is keep tim plugged on his cock. even though tim doesn't really like it because it leaves him so sore and achy like the muscles deep in tim were exhausted. sometimes jason doesn't even put things in him, not hid fingers or cock. sometimes they'll be sitting and finally watching a movie but then jason's hands will drift down and cup tim right between his legs, palm squeezing and pressing firmly to tim's cunt as if to remind him that it belonged to jason even if it was attached to tim.

and tim lets him do it. even if he may occasionally protest, even if he may not fully like it all the time. it's jason.

and the rest of the family are so reluctant to take anything more away from jason when, for the first time since he was retired, he seems....happy. jason was ill suited for robin. his temper and mental health worsened being robin. it didn't help that jason had never really healed from the violence he experienced and witnessed on the street. being a cape was an emaciating job, all you ever saw was the worst humanity had to offer and the unspeakable things they were capable of and that...that drained people. years and years of it all had a tendency to erode away empathy, patience, and kindness. and bruce and dick had seen how it was doing that to jason how he was growing harsher and crueler and resistant to bruce's orders. jason had done a good job while active but...maybe asking jason to be a cape just wasn't a sustainable option. and so for his own good he was fired. maybe they should've been more careful, nicer. because jason turned all the frustration all that pent up emotion all out onto tim. and while bruce and dick both wanted to step in at times, especially when loud, wet slaps and the sobs of a child came from the direction of jason's room...they didn't. they still loved jason and didn't want this...phase to bring him harm. they knew how it looked, jason was practically an adult and would be in a few months and tim was barely through puberty. but they couldn't bring themselves to stop jason so...they didn't.

and so even though it may turn their stomachs at time...they chose to let all of it continue.

[prettysweetprettysweet]

(1) No, 🫵you'd🫵 have been passed out on the floor next to him, Louis! Out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with-

(2) Ughh, this is boring! You're boo-ooring! 🫵🫵🫵YOU. 🫵🫵🫵 are SO ❗ BORING ‼️ Colorless, flaaaaaaaavorless, dull, 🤌🏿DULL🤌🏿, dull nights, dull weeks, dull months, dull as FUCK!!! Suffocation. by the world's softest. ~beeeeeeeeiiiggggggest~. pillow.

(3) And here come the drugs! Up the fangs, down this road into the heart and off with the fingers, feet, and wallowing brain-

(4) The ten hours.. I spent.. with that boy, were more 🤌🏿exciting🤌🏿, more ✨f a s c i n a t i n g✨, than DECAAADES (!!!) . with 🫵YOU!🫵

(5) 😯😯😯 Oh, there it iiiissss. 🤮🤮🤮 The half BLANK, half A-POC-A-LYP-TIC ‼️.. look. But what does it mean tonight, huh? 🤔 Does he want to lick 👅👅👅 my BOOTS 👢🍆 ??? oorrrrrrrrrrr 👐🏿 chopmyhandsoff 👐🏿❓❓ Is it the 😈gremlin😈, or the 👨🏾‍⚕️GOOD NURSE👨🏾‍⚕️tonight, huh?

(6) 😶 Okay. Okay, perhaps. 🙂‍ But am I, as boring… as the BLATHER committed onto the ferrrric tapes of your ✨fasc-i-na-ting✨ BOY?!! 😡

(7) [at the same time] Oh, its so, so hard to be me! 😔 | | Picking LINT ⁉️off the SOFA ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️🤨🤔😲

(8) It's so haaaard 😩 to kill humans, I can feel their feelins as I drain em…….🎭 Everyone I know WRONGED me 🎭 [attempts general Southern accent] My brutha, he tossed himself off a roof! My SISTA, she buried me alive! [gives up] My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow, when he wouldn't look at me kindly… ��

(9) 🆗❗Okay, lets wake the boy up 🛌🏼, and let's try you. [attempts British accent] I'm the Vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groom[gives up]-ed me into a little 🅱️⚠️✝️🌘🙌🏿❗❗❗❗ The vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a 🙅🏿‍♂️DICK🙅🏿‍♂️ for 240 years!

(10) 😵‍💫 Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. LestatLestatLestat LestatLestatLestat 😶‍🌫️🫥

(11) I talked shit about him the whole time! SO WHAT?!

(12) 🫵 T H E N A M E ❗❗❗❗❗❗❗ THE NAME ❗ unuttered in our home for 23 years, said OVER and over again until it was pounding in my brain 🧠 like a hammer.

PART 1 SURVEY LINK (Part 1 and Part 2 winner match-up to follow)

[percygranate]

⚠️PSA – ickybatz is back! Predators on AO3⚠️

⚠️TW for Mentions of Child Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Minor Sexual Content, Pedophilia, GROOMING, and Pedophile Conversations. PLEASE read and reblog if you can.

IMPORTANT UPDATE: Demobatz is NOT ickybatz, also known as batty-ruski, battyrusk.

I made a mistake by assuming due to the names, and after being in contact with Demobatz, I edited the post. I apologize for this but don't fully regret calling them out, as it helped Demobatz realize they made a mistake and it brought a lot of attention to the issue of predators on AO3 and Tumblr.

In-depth explanation [HERE]!

This 13/16-year-old CHILD is out here asking for pedophilia requests and getting encouraged and groomed by predators.

I accidentally came across it, and I encourage you to report them and everyone interacting with their work. There is a difference between dark romance, dark fics, and straight-up romanticization of children being assaulted.

They write about these children actively partaking and enjoying it, hoping they can please the adult taking advantage of them. These works are clearly written for the type of person that gets off on it.

——— Update ———

Their way of writing to cope with past trauma was groomed and manipulated by predators on AO3.

——— Update ———

——— False Information | Demobatz isn't Ickybatz ———

So much for “Oh, they are a traumatized child and made a mistake.” They now know it's wrong and continue doing it, even worse than before. And people continue to support it.

Their fucking apology was absolute bullshit. And everyone that came to their defense should be ashamed of themselves.

——— False Information | Demobatz isn't Ickybatz ———

↓ Here are AO3 accounts supporting this. ↓

Yes, they put warnings on their work and say “Don’t Like It, Don’t Read It!” But I would like to show you what they are writing, and how they are getting the attention of predators. I am sure you have to agree with me that they and everyone supporting this need to lose any type of platform they own. Demobatz should NOT be in any contact with these men.

⚠️They encourage each others to write this and Demobatz, A 13/16-YEAR-OLD, is actively putting themselves in danger by making “friends” for roleplay, and exchanging social media, with very likely, PEDOPHILES. They are actively getting groomed by people that know what they are doing.⚠️

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↓These are their two original works↓

Financial Struggles — The summary says it all. But I feel like I should point out their conversation under their post.

Mother’s Milk — Sexual Assault of a male baby.

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↓This is their work in the Stranger Things Fandom↓

Their work “Deceit” which is taking requests and actively posting has, as of May 21st, 16 Chapters.

1 — “Using this as a coping mechanism for my own trauma. Please request, any age is allowed❤️”

2 — Eddie Munson, 25 y/o | Reader, 17 y/o

3 — Uncle Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson | Reader, 6 y/o

4 — Eddie Munson, 20 y/o | Reader, 12 y/o

5 — Steve, 19 y/o & Eddie, 20 y/o | Reader, 14 y/o

6 — Dad Steve | Reader, 8 y/o

7 — Dad Steve & Eddie | Reader, 8 y/o

8 — Big Brother Steve | Reader, 4 y/o

9 — Big Brother Billy Hargrove | Reader, 6 y/o

10 — “Posting this so that you all can give me ideas on what to post next❤️ Anything is allowed/ age can be whatever you want♡♡!”

11 — Billy & Steve | Reader, 3 y/o

12 — Hopper & Joyce | Reader, 4 y/o

13 — !BILLY HARGROVE AND A NEWBORN BABY!

14 — Billy | Reader, 6 y/o & Max, 7 y/o

15 — “It hasn't been a week and I'm almost at 2,000 reads! Thank you all so much♡♡ Feel free to drop suggestions, request or even ideas/blurbs♡♡”

16 — Big Brother Eddie / Reader over the years, starting at 6 y/o

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They actively encourage pedophilia and put themselves on a silver platter for predators.

If you are still trying to justify these types of works, please do it off anon and openly so you can be blocked since you are part of the problem.

Do not send threats, bullying, or harassment their way. Block and Report.

If you know one or more of the interacting blogs, call them out.

⚠️UPDATE: 22nd of May⚠️

Dear fellow Bloggers, Demobatz pedophilia fic “Deceit” has been taken down!

Yet their two original works (mentioned above) are still there. I ask you to keep reporting them!

Demobatz is currently using Wit as their social media to exchange ideas for their CSA & incest Erotica, and worse, to roleplay with potential predators.

⚠️Update: May 25th⚠️

AO3 has removed their account or they deleted it themselves. Their Wit profile has been deleted.

Due to this post, my blogs keep getting shadowbanned and reported.

⚠️Update: May 26th⚠️

DEMOBATZ CONTACTED ME AND I CAN CONFIRM THIS APOLOGY TO BE REAL!

In-depth continuation and explanation [HERE]!

⚠️I turned off Reblogs as the original post with false information is still making rounds and therefore people are missing information.⚠️

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Nsfw Alphabet - TVA Loki

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

• Smiles fondly at you -enjoys seeing you satisfied and happy

• takes care of you - cleans you up, keeps you hydrated

• cuddling - stroking your Back

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• his favourite Body Part are for sure his Hands - caressing your Soft Skin , touching you gently, holding your Hand , moving his Hand down your Body

or his Hair - Loki loves when you run your Fingers through his Hair,play with it , massage his Scalp,likes gently Hair pulling

• loves your Eyes - they are soo pretty , look at him and only him

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

• Likes to cum inside or on your Belly

• uses his warm seeds like a lube to tease your sensitive clit

• thinks it's hot when you swallow his cum

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

• loves it when you call him my King or my God

• likes it very much when you are in charge and take care of him ,worship him

• fantasies about new ways to use his Magic on you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

• Oooohh yessss he knows what he is doing,has a looooot of experience - with every Gender

• has tried a lot of things you couldn't even think of

• but still doesn't rely on it - he wants you to tell him what you exactly like and dislike because every Person is different

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

• prefers Positions where he can look at your Face and see your Reactions

• likes Doggy Style because he loves holding you massaging your Boobs and additionally stimulating your Clit

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

• he is serious and doesn't joke around

• but you still can make him smile and laugh

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn't think much about it, occasionally shaves it - but if you tell him you prefer it clean shaven he will do it more often

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Loki is very soft and romantic

tells you how much he loves you

is most times very gentle and careful with you

would never want to hurt you

lots of kisses, touching

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

• he did it almost daily as you both were not yet together but heavily flirting leaving him a desperate mess

• he doesn't do it often now but when you are away and is missing you or when you are both mad at each other and you are sleeping somewhere else

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Praise Kink : he loves when you compliment him - praising him - tell him how good he makes you feel

• enjoys when you beg for him + begging for more

• Bondage

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

• the places where he knows you feel most comfortable, Bed ,Couch,in the Shower, against the Wall,on the Kitchen Table

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

• passionate kisses

•When you take the initiative,make him feel loved and wanted - kiss him hungrily,lick his Neck ,grab his Ass ,sit on his Lap

• wearing revealing Clothes

•watching you take off your clothes

• praise and flirt with him - tell him how proud you are to have him

• Dirty Talk - tell him you don't wear your panties

• taking a Shower together

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• He doesn't want to hurt you

• Wouldn't cross your Boundaries - he wants you to be comfortable

• will never share you with someone else

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

• enjoys giving you Oral , teasing your Clit ,loves the taste of your sweet juice ,there's nothing more satisfying for him then making you cum hard , having your legs shake and trembling around his head - Expert Level licking Skill- does it well and often

• but also appreciates when you go down on him , teasing him with your Tongue, licking and kissing before taking it all in - deep throating

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

• Depends on his Mood - if he is angry, jealous and impatient he would be for sure fast and rough but usually takes his time slow and deep thrusts

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

• isn't a Fan of Quickies and rather takes his time with you - lot's of Foreplay + overstimulating

• But if you are both horny and have not much time ,he will do it

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Wouldn't risk making you uncomfortable

Doesn't want to hurt you in any way

Loki loves to experiment but not without discussing it with you beforehand

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

• as long as you can keep up - I mean Loki is a God - he can last for a very long time and many rounds

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Blindfolds + Silk Ropes

Would use a Vibrator to overstimulate you

Using a Strap on - on him would be interesting, taking care of him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• enjoys teasing you, making you beg

• Orgasm Denial / Overstimulating

• having your Hands tied up so you can't touch him - spoil or use you depends on your Attitude

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

• hearing you moan and scream his Name is a big turn on

• isn't too loud but you can hear him groan and breathe heavily - but hearing him whimper makes you feel things

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

From time to time uses his Magic on you

Shadow Play, Shape shifting,Clones

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Biiig ....I mean come on ,he has Big thick Dick Soft Daddy Energy

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

• normal - isn't horny all the time he can control himself

But if you have a high Sex Drive he will take care of your needs

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a while to sleep afterwards but loves watching you sleep - caressing your Skin , holding you close

Loki makes sure to satisfy and exhaust you enough- so you would fall asleep easily

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─────────────────────────── JAGO SEVATAR x GN!READER ⚠️🔞 Explicit Sexual Content, Predator/Prey, Violence, Blood It's a tradition on Nostramo for a groom to infiltrate and kidnap his future spouse from their family home. If he succeeds he's worthy, or he dies trying. a/n: Sevatar chases you around a ship. Good luck, Heretics!

You stand in the hangar bay of the 114th’s ship, trying to come to terms with what the hell just happened. Moments ago, Sevatar had announced over a ship-wide vox cast his intention to marry you. The next thing you knew, you were plucked from the Nightfall and transferred to another one of the smaller ships.

Tovac Tor, Captain of the 114st and the closest person Sevatar considered a friend, took it upon himself to act as your guardian, whatever that meant. “Stay close,” he orders you. “And follow me.”

You follow, taking the chance to look around the unfamiliar ship. Night Lords linger in the shadows, red lenses glinting and eager. There’s a strange lack of human crew, no lumbering servitors. They’re all strangely absent.

“Captain,” you call out, trying to get your ‘guardian’s’ attention. “Would you mind explaining this tradition to me?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Tovac hums thoughtfully, his pacing unchanging. He doesn’t even look back to acknowledge you. “It’s pretty simple. Sevatar is going to fight us to get to you, and if he wins you’ll be his cute little human spouse.”

“And if he doesn’t get to me?”

“He either succeeds or dies trying.” Tovac replies with a shrug, leading you onto the empty command deck. There’s not a soul here either, just the persistent hum of the ship’s system and flickering lights on the control panels.

“Where’s the rest of the crew?” you ask.

“You’re full of questions.”

You shoot him a sour look. “Of course I am, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Backtalk. I see why he likes you,” Tovac remarks, a hint of amusement in his tone, adjusting the lightning claws on his gauntlets. “We moved them below deck. They’re not family so their participation is not required, and I can’t risk… collateral damage.”

That’s some relief. The crew is safe and not decorating some Night Lord’s armor.

Suddenly, the klaxons blare, signaling Sevatar’s arrival. You inch back, heart pounding, as Tovac takes a battle stance, energy crackling across his claws. His breathing quickens. You can see it in the way his armor moves. He’s excited.

The door slides open, and out from the shadows, Sevatar appears, blood still fresh on his armor. His chainglaive revs and snarls. A shiver runs down your spine. But those cold, dark eyes aren’t on you — they’re on Tovac, the last obstacle blocking him from getting to you.

“Run!” Tovac shouts, standing between you and Sevatar. You don’t need to be told twice. You turn and bolt from the command deck, escaping down another corridor with your heart pounding in your chest. The sound of their violent clash echoes behind you, fading as you get further away.

Your mind races, trying to think of what to do next. In your frantic searching, you find a storage room and dart inside, seeking a hiding spot. The room is cluttered with containers and equipment, and you squeeze yourself behind a stack of crates. There’s a maintenance hatch nearby, offering a potential escape route should you need it.

The door hisses open. Heavy ceramite footsteps echo in the room as he draws closer. They stop. Silence.

“You can’t hide from me,” he taunts you, his tone almost sing-song. “I will find you.”

And you know he’s right. Sevatar is relentless and you’re his favorite prey. Your breath catches as the footsteps come closer. You press yourself up against the wall, hands clamped over your mouth to stifle your breath.

The footsteps stop.

With a sudden, violent motion, Sevatar kicks the crate you’re hiding behind, sending it flying into others in a cacophony of noise.

“There you are,” Sevatar says. He towers over you, blood drip-drops from his armor onto the floor. He reaches up, releasing his helm with a hiss and tossing it aside, revealing the twisted smile on his handsome features. You bite your lip. He spots the hatch next to you.

“Oh, don’t even think about it, sweetheart.”

You slam your hand against the button, opening the hatch and throw yourself into the tunnel, scrambling to put as much distance between yourself and him. Sevatar reaches in after you, one massive hand feeling around as he reaches for you. He grabs your ankle in an ironclad grip and you let out a startled gasp.

He yanks you back through the hatch; you scream and claw at the metal for purchase, but to no avail. Sevatar tosses you onto the cold floor, and you push yourself up onto your hands, chest heaving.

“Jago…” you gasp, eyes wide. His eyes wander shamelessly over your body, hungry and possessive. His smile widens as looms over you, unlatching his codpiece and tossing it aside with a clatter.

His hands are on you in moments, ripping at your clothes and exposing your naked body to his gaze. You suppress a shudder as the cold gauntlets run up your legs, leaving angry red welts in their wake. You let out a small whimper. Sevatar squeezes the flesh of your thighs, forcing them open and up.

Sevatar looms over you, leaning down to press his cold-scarred lips against yours. It’s a shockingly tender kiss by Night Lord standards. But you fight back, not content to let Sevatar just have his win. You push against his chest, knowing full well that it’s futile against his size and the bulky armor.

You bite down on his lip — hard. The bitter tang of blood floods your mouth.

He recoils with a hiss. And to add insult to injury, you spit the blood out — it connects with his cheek, leaving a crimson streak. Oh. A dangerous glint ignites in Sevatar’s eyes, a delicious blend of predatory delight and dark amusement.

“Oh, little one, you are going to pay for that,” Sevatar says with a smirk. He rears back and grasps your waist, hauling you back and up onto his lap. You bite back the urge to moan, feeling the stiffness of his cock pressing against your thigh.

He forces the head of his cock into you, and slowly, painfully, sinks himself deeper into you. Each little thrust is deliberate and rough, making you feel every inch until you’re as full of him as your body will allow.

“O-oh! Fuck! Jago…!” you cry out, pushed the limits of where pain and pleasure mingle together. You grab onto his wrists, grounding yourself as you breathe through the overwhelming sensations.

“That’s it,” he says with a grin. “You’ll behave next time for your husband, won’t you?”

He starts to move inside you, his pace quickly becoming relentless and brutal. The storage room fills with the sound of heavy pants, and breathless gasps echoing off metallic walls. The crack and hum of his armor. Your torn clothes rustling. And the slap of skin as his hips pound into yours.

Sweat coats your skin, trickling down your forehead. Finally, it becomes unbearable; he pushes you over the edge, your body trembling and shaking as you cum with a cry of pleasure. Sevatar doesn’t stop though. He tightens his grip on your hips and jackhammers himself into you. With one final, brutal thrust, he stills, and a deep, satisfied groan echoes through the room as he fills you with his release.

Slowly, he pulls out of you and you collapse back onto the floor. The cold mingling with your sweat soaked skin and sending a chill through your spent body.

“Still with me, love?”

You hum weakly, lifting your hand enough in a half-hearted thumbs up. “That’s one way… to propose,” you say as your voice cracks, rough and strained from the screaming.

Sevatar laughs. He leans over you once again, kissing you again, and this time, you don’t bite him. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Let’s get you back to the Nightfall,” he murmurs, pecking your lips a few more times, “and I’ll drown you in the baths.”

Your laugh turns into a fit of coughing. Sevatar pulls away, your arms slipping from around him and he gazes at you in a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. He hunts down his missing codpiece and attaches it, before pulling his helm back over his head and sealing it with a hiss.

He returns to your side and scoops you into his arms. Exhausted, and a sticky, hot mess, you nestle in against him, soaking up the cold touch of his armor.

“If that was a traditional proposal, what’s a wedding look like?”

[gahellhimself-blog]

⚠️important informations⚠️

Hey everyone,

I would like to have a moment to talk about the comic Teach Me with you all.

For some time now, and especially since we reached the end of Chapter 2, I have had a few remarks regarding Mr Fell. I understand the criticism that has been written, and that is why I would like to give a few explanations.

I have been working on this comic since around January, first alone, then with my amazing team (<3).

This story evolved a lot since the beginning; as a remind, or information for anybody who joined this adventure recently, this comic shouldn't have grown to be this size, shouldn't even exist to begin with. It did end up taking a spot in my life and mind that I had not planned for at all.

First of all, because it targets themes that I hold very dear; first one being that of transidentity, especially transmasculinity.

Then, because the characters themselves have evolved with the story as it came to be built as time went by.

I make it my personal mission to ensure that this story makes sense, without it going too far either. This means that I am trying, as much as I can, to keep from targetting scenarios deemed "problematic", which as you all might imagine isn't the easiest to do when the story's backbone is the relationship between a professor and a student.

This means a lot of work, but it is extremely satisfying, as it makes everything more interesting and deeper in its narrative meaning.

I was told several times that "my" Aziraphale is very different from the canon Aziraphale: yes, that is after all an Alternative Universe. The canon character is only the base on which we have built the character of Pr. A. Fell.

I can also understand that it would be troubling; however, all you have seen of the characters until now exists for a reason. I am the first to be sorry that I cannot say more at the moment, but I will have to ask you to trust me: if I am not saying anything more, it is all for the benefit of the story itself, as they will surely take another meaning and dimension once you have every piece of information available to you that will allow you to re-read it under a very different light.

Finally, I would like to clarify one important element:

I staunchly refuse to have relationships between adults and minors or grooming in my stories. As much as I can, I avoid age gaps that would be too jarring, and when I do, it will be for the benefit of the story's coherence; same thing applies to power dynamics and imbalances.

Please do not forget that English isn't my native language: I do not have all the codes of language (I think of the hashtags for example), as they can be very different from the French ones. Therefore, I ask that if you see something that looks jarring in my descriptions or answers, you tell me about it. In order to get better at communicating what I mean, I need to know what I have to correct.

Thank you all, both for your incredible support and your criticism, which allow me to grow better.

Gael

Thanks to @kotias for the translation.

See ya in November (at least) for the chapter 3.

[topmalereaderblog]

Simon "Ghost" Riley // Mature ABC ⚠️

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

He is very much into aftercare. I imagine he likes to be pampered and spoiled since his work revolves around taking charge; he would mostly let loose and let you take control also, meaning he would trust you enough to let you take care of him. But in the end, he's also down to just cuddling. It doesn't matter who's the big spoon or little spoon, so long as he feels you're close to him.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's):

In general, he likes all of his body. He worked hard for it and is very proud of it, though he would get self-conscious due to the scars that litter his body here and there. With that being said, he has a body-worshiping kink, no doubt. “Fuck~ Do-Dont stop,” Simon grunts “Your hairy hole is milking my cock~ gonna cum inside you.” “Breed me~.” “Shit~ baby, you have such a beautiful body just for me,” you said as your hands started traveling his body as you thrust your cock in him. “Shit~” Simon groans as you kiss his chest and worship his body. “All mine~.”

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum):

He's into cum play. That's simple. I mean, his job revolves around getting dirty, so I feel as though he wouldn't mind having you cumming in and out of his body or giving him a good facial. But there was this one time… “Gonna cum in you you want that want my cum fuck~,” you said as you trusted harder.  “Fuck yeah- harder, be a man and get me fucking,” Simon asked when he realized what he said; he got embarrassed though you didn't show signs of stopping. “Hell yeah~ gonna bloat this belly with ma- babies,” you said, thrusting harder and faster.

D - Dirty Secrets (Something they would like to try):

His dirty secret is his kinks. He keeps some of the hidden cause he is embarrassed by them. I could see him also getting caught multiple times by you.  “If you wanted to smell me, you could just ask; I would've let you straight from the source,” you said, standing in the doorway. You caught him doing what exactly? Seeing the Simon “Ghost” Riley beating it off while smelling one of your used underwear is a sight for sore eyes. 

E - Experience (How experienced are they):

Questionable; he isn't used to being the bottom of the relationship, more specifically with a man. Still, he's learning, and with both your sex drives combined, I give it a few months until he is considered a master.

F - Favorite Position (You should know):

Mating press is undoubtedly the best way to get bred while maintaining eye contact. Though if you're having a soft session missionary and, on rare occasions fuck in the Captain's desk, he only finds out cause he walks in on both of you. But thanks to your help, he loves face sitting the most. The way you eat out his hairy hole is amazing. It ends up with cum all over your face and an overstimulated Simon on top of you. 

G - Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous):

He's a mix of both; he can be goofy to the point where both of you tried roleplaying with your uniforms on and serious to the point where it's all about taking care of one another and fulfilling each other's needs. 

H - Hair (How hairy are they):

He's gotten used to being very hairy. I would believe all the task force has; not having enough time to groom all their body hair and only groom their facial hair and just making sure to shower as much as possible. Not only that, I would think they have to get used to it, especially if it is a long mission; therefore, he's very hairy but keeps his facial hair well-groomed. 

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment):

Short answer he's very intimate and romantic when doing the deed. But occasionally wants to get rough and kinky. 

J - Journey (Their Ideal way of leading up to sex):

Honestly depends on how much you both need to be relieved; if you are both incredibly horny, then you are at it like rabbits, but if you both aren't in a rush, then the foreplay is everything very sensual and a lot of teasing on both parts. 

K - Kinks (What are they into):

Body worshiping  Breeding kink Milking Musk kink Overstimulation  Face sitting  Foreskin play Pit worshipping  Mask kink 

L - Location (Where do they like to have sex):

Anywhere when it comes to being in private, the only exception is the Captain's office because he thinks it's funny. Still, other than that, if it has a surface, it will be a long night for both of you. Hell, once, you fucked him standing up, so no surface is needed. 

 M - Motivation (What turns them on):

The hottest thing you both can do is fuck after a good workout. He doesn't care if you are sweaty or musky; he finds it hot when you push him against a wall and fuck his brains out. Or if you are about to give him a blowjob, he finds it hot if you like his tip while his foreskin is still covering it. Or when you wear his mask while fucking him.

N - No (What turns them off):

Anything that may appear abusive to him or anything that can cause physical or mental harm to the both of you. 

O - Oral (Preferences in giving or receiving):

He's both, but he likes receiving more, especially with how skilled your mouth is. Give him a good rim job and blowjob, and holy shit, he will cum in no time, and if you overstimulate him, that's a bonus to him.  “Please~ I- I can't cum anymore,” Simon said as you kept eating him out while jerking him off. You just look up at him and view how he reacted; his dick is hard in your hand as you see his foreskin pass over his shiny angry red tip; you've been stimulating him for close to an hour, already taking 3 loads from him his balls twitching with need.  “Just one more baby~ cum for me”  “F- Fuck~~” was all that Simon said as his balls retracted and shot out his last load of cum. “Good Boy”

P - Pace (Fast and Rough or Slow and Sensual):

All of the above, as mentioned, he doesn't care so long as you both enjoy yourselves.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies):

He's fine with quickies. He understands why you guys must do them from time to time, especially with your line of work. 

R - Risk (Are they done to experiment):

He’s into risk, but only when it's in The Captain's office I mean, don't get me wrong, he still gets embarrassed, but as I mentioned, it’s a joke to both of you, so he finds it amusing. But the Captain most certainly hates it and disinfects his office very often.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go):

This man can go on for a while, but only when you're overstimulating, milking, or edging him; other than that, if you're both doing lovemaking, he would get exhausted, especially with how much emotions get put into it. 

T - Toys (Do they own any toys):

Yes, he has a molded dildo of your cock and uses it whenever you're not around. But that's about it other than that, he's not really interested in anything else.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease):

You both tease the hell out of each other one time; you left him whining cause he couldn't take it anymore, and another time he left you there with a hard-on with your hands wrapped around the bedpost while he masterbated in front of you. That little shit. “Ple-Please, Simon let me fuck you,” you begged as your hips thrust, looking for stimulation. “Fuck~ You like this, don't you like me jack off in front of you- Gosh, gonna cum all over your face,” he said as he moved his hand faster. “Please~”

V - Volume (How loud and what sounds):

Average, I wouldn't say he's loud, but he's not quite either; he is most definitely very worried about being too loud. But sometimes, he can't help it and lets out a big moan which results in him covering his mouth quickly.

W - Wild Card (what's the craziest thing they ever done):

The craziest thing they have ever done is worship your body after a workout. You were sweating, and he just pinned you against the wall with your writs above your head; you didn't know what he had in mind when alive of a sudden, he started licking your hairy chest and pits. Not something he does often; pretty rare.

X - Xray (What's going on under her clothes):

I would say he's uncut with a very long foreskin. He's also pretty tall with a lot of muscle, so because of that,  I would assume he's a grower, which would mostly consist of his dick being around 4 - 5 inches soft and 5.5 to 6.5 inches hard, but he very thick with a vein that runs down the middle. His balls are average as well, but his dick definitely is able to cover them both. As for pubic hairs down there, he's hairy but trims just a bit. His balls are off-limits mainly because he just doesn't have time, and you're not complaining, so… Also no one can convince otherwise that this man has a hairy ass. 

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive):

You both are very horny mostly all the time but are able to handle the temptation for long periods of time; once you get back, you won't leave your room till both of you are milked dry. According to the team, if men could get pregnant, you both would have enough kids to make a football team. 

Z - ZZZ (How long until they are asleep):

Takes a while, honestly; you both just like to bathe in the afterglow of having sex or lovemaking, holding each other close, and reassuring each other you are both still there for each other. It's also the one time when he doesn't have his mask and is able to actually relax.

[phoward89]

Masterlist

Stepcest, Stepson!Coryo x Stepmother!Reader, Sub!Coriolanus, Switch!Reader, Crassus Snow x Younger!Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Crassus Snow is a cold hearted asshole, but he's a hot asshole... Stepcest, older man/younger woman, arranged marriage, cheating, affairs, secrets, cussing, secret love child, Coryo is a bit selfish and too ambitious, Crassus decides to try and be a better husband/father, allusion to science experiments on a district person

Part 6:

Things have subtly changed between Crassus and you since he came home a couple of nights ago asking about your day. He wasn't overly affectionate with you, but he did inquire about your day once he got home. He's even been coming home a good 15 minutes before dinner’s served, which is nice.

It's currently dinner time, so you and your family are gathered around the dining room table. The food the cook made is exquisite and the conversation is light. Or at least it's light until Coriolanus decides to start bragging about his day interning in Dr. Gaul's lab.

“Dr. Gaul let me do another experiment today since my last one was so successful.” Coriolanus announced to everyone gathered around the table. With a smug smile, the young platinum blonde went on to brag, “And she says that I have the potential to become a very successful Gamemaker.”

“Son, shouldn't you be focusing on your internship and graduating first before daydreaming about your future career?” Crassus asks, his tone cold, flat, and judgemental, while gracefully cutting his steak.

“I have a natural aptitude for gamemaking and the science that goes hand in hand with it according to Dr. Gaul.” Coriolanus retorted while spearing some asparagus with his fork. “In fact Dr. Gaul lets me conduct my own experiments without her overseeing me because she believes that I have the potential to be great; she trusts me to conduct the experiments successfully on my own.”

Hearing that Dr. Gaul sees great potential in Coryo sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. That frizzy haired mad scientist always frightened you. If she sees something in your lover that’d make him a great and successful Gamemaker then you're a bit concerned. To do that sort of stuff, well, you can't even imagine how black and rotten of a soul a person must possess. In fact, you're afraid that t Dr. Gaul might be trying to groom and mold Coryo into something evil- like her.

Grandma'am just nods at her grandson, a thin shaky, but polite, smile on her face, as she reaches for her drink. She wants to seem supportive of her grandson, but she truly knows nothing about the games- other than what she sees on tv. So she clearly doesn't have a clue about how science experiments benefit gamemaking.

And Crassus, well, he's shaking his head and rolling his icy eyes at his firstborn. He doesn't approve of his ventures with science and gamemaking. He'd prefer him to follow his path, to enlist in the peacekeepers as an officer since he'll be earning his degree in the double majors of Military Strategies and Political Science. Crassus feels that his son would be more successful in the military then in science and the media- and gamemaking to General Snow is nothing more than creating a circus for a TV show. A TV show that airs a district punishment where 24 district children fight to the death, but still it's a TV show…

"And the lab rat that I experimented with earlier.." Coryo says as he begins to tell his family about what he did to the so-called ‘lab rat’. He isn't very descriptive, but you can imagine what happened just from the hints that's falling out of his mouth; you can tell that it is a bloody horrible act.

You shudder, dropping your fork- causing it to clatter against the plate. Just hearing the innuendos and poetic words about blood and gore flow from Coriolanus' mouth as he speaks about the lab rat that wicked witch Dr. Gaul has him experimenting on makes you sick. Yes, he's not going in depth with details since everyone's eating dinner, but he's saying enough to make your stomach churn and your blood run cold.

General Crassus Snow had seen the horrors of war during the Rebellion; the Dark Days, so hearing his son's bloody, but sugar coated explanation of what ungodly things he's done to the ‘lab rat’ Dr. Gaul assigned to him didn't bother the military man. But, being a keen observer, Crassus noticed that both his mother and wife were bothered by Coriolanus' low key bragging about his gory and gruesome scientific deeds. So, he decided to intervene on behalf of the women in his life, both young and old.

Crassus pointed his fork at his son, cutting his icy eyes sternly at the pretentious boy across from him, and said, “Coriolanus, son, this isn't an appropriate dinner time talk.”

“I'm not stating graphic details, all I'm doing is-” The young blonde with baby blue eyes attempted to defend his boasting, only to be calmly and coldly interrupted by his father's deep and domineering tone ordering, “Shut up, Coriolanus. I told you, your experiments on your ‘lab rat’ isn't proper talk for a steak dinner.”

Coriolanus obeyed Crassus, but the sour look on his face proves that he wasn't thrilled to be put in his place. That he felt insulted that his father, the great war hero of Panem, wouldn't let him brag about his deeds as Dr. Gaul’s prodigy.

You're grateful to Crassus for getting Coriolanus to stop talking about his internship with Capitol City's resident mad scientist. You're positive that Grandma'am’s relieved that Crassus put an end to Coriolanus' bloody, but poetic scientific innuendos as well.

After dinner everyone goes their own way. You go to the parlor to play gin rummy with Grandma'am while Crassus goes to his study to work on some paperwork he brought home from work. And Coriolanus claimed that he was going to his room to work on a class assignment.

But Coriolanus didn't go to his room to work on his studies. Instead he went to the nursery to spend some father-son bonding time with Cassian. And since he didn't want to be disturbed he didn't announce his plans to anyone.

So, Crassus, believing that the nursery was empty except for Cassian, decided to go check on the baby before diving head first into his paperwork. But when the head of the Snow family approaches he notices that the nursery's door's cracked open; that the light's on. He swears he hears the low baritone of his firstborn wafting from the baby's room.

Curiously, Crassus approaches the door with the movements of a velociraptor. Reaching the door, he spies thru the crack that Coriolanus is standing right above Cassian's crib. Crassus knows that his firstborn wouldn't harm his newborn son, but he can't figure out what he's doing in the nursery. The middle-aged man knows how his oldest son is; that he's cold and manipulative- also a hit with the ladies, so he doesn't understand why he's showing an interest in the baby.

Crassus, despite what Coriolanus may believe, knows more about his son's actions and personality that the boy thinks. Crassus knows that his son has a cold, manipulative, nature that's easily hidden by charm. He also knows that his son desperately craves attention, validation, praise, and affection- much like his mother did. God, Crassus remembers that his first wife seemed to want validation on her beautiful face, which she powdered every chance she got. Coriolanus was a weakling in Crassus' eyes, but he was a weakling that didn't have a loving bone in his body.

So why is Coriolanus bothering a sleeping Cassian for?

And the answer to that question was revealed when Crassus saw Coriolanus scoop up Cassian, only to cradle him in his arms while cooing, "Daddy's here, my baby boy. Daddy loves you, okay?"

Crassus’ icy eyes widened and his earlier suspicions from the day his son was born, when he heard Coriolanus call Y/N mommy hit him full force. Hearing Coriolanus tell Cassian that ‘Daddy's here, my baby boy. Daddy loves you, okay?’ made him start to feel that his oldest son, who he knows had a bit of a reputation with the popular girls at the Academy (including the Dovecote girl that caught the ‘flu’ during the 10th Annual Hunger Games and became a temperamental mess with yellow snake like eyes and rainbow scales littering areas of her skin like a bad case of plaque psoriasis), had targeted and seduced his wife when he wasn't around. Crassus knew that in the early era of his marriage to you that he was rarely home due to being a workaholic; he wouldn't put it past his son (who's his spitting image) to corrupt you with charming lies and batting his long lashes while giving you sweet doe eyes.

Crassus knows how his first wife snagged him; he wouldn't put it past his son to use those tactics while seducing the ladies- including you.

But the general doesn't want to jump to conclusions just yet. Although Coriolanus' murmurs are a clear reason to believe that you had an affair with him, Crassus wants to observe his firstborn's actions and collect evidence before he does anything rash, like confronting him and demanding a DNA test. Being a military man, he wants to have a proper ‘recon’ done and a ‘battle plan’ in place before confronting his weak heir about commiting stepcest with you.

Crassus, after seeing Coriolanus in the nursery, returns to his study to finish up his paperwork. But the cogs in his mind won't stop turning, he can't stop thinking about what he saw and overheard in the nursery. So, he decides to join you and Grandma'am in the parlor room.

“Who's winning?” Crassus asks, coming up to you while you're sitting at the card table, waiting for Grandma'am to make a move.

“I am.” You reply with a smile, looking at your husband as he takes a seat in the empty chair next to you.

Grandma'am turns to her son, who's sitting between you and her at the card table that seats four, and tells him in a blunt, but motherly tone, “Crassus, you'll have to wait until this game's over to join. We've just started a new hand and I'm not folding so you can play.”

Crassus nods, accepting that he won't be joining the game anytime soon.

And then, right as Grandma'am discards a card after drawing one, the loud cry of your son's heard echoing all the way from the nursery on the other side of the penthouse.

Crassus knows that Coriolanus, despite cradling the baby, didn't change Cassian, because if he did the baby wouldn't be crying his lungs out. Oh, isn't Coriolanus so great when it comes to newborn care? Holds a baby, but won't change it. Hell, Crassus will even tell you about how he's changed a few dirty diapers in his youth- not many, but a few whenever he was in his son's nursery and felt/smelled a heavy or wet diaper while holding him.

Hell, if what Crassus overheard Coriolanus say is true (and he hopes it's not because he'd hate to think that you'd cheat on him with his own son) then his heir isn't that great of a father.

But who’s he to judge? Crassus' son’s quite popular with the ladies and might've seduced you. What kind of fathering produces something like that?

“Crassus, can you take my hand? I need to go check on Cassian.” You ask your husband, holding your cards out to him.

Taking the cards from your outstretched hand, causing his fingertips to lightly brush against yours, he assures you, “Go ahead, petal. I'll be fine taking your place against mother in the card game.”

“Thank you.” You tell your husband, a hint of a smile on your lips, before taking off to tend to your baby.

Crassus looks over his hand, concluding that you have descent cards. Not enough to call gin rummy, but they have some potential.

He goes to draw from the deck, only to be bombarded by his mother patting his hand and telling him in that knowing way all mothers have, “I see you're showing a fondness to your wife, Crassus.” She lets his hand go, enabling him to draw his card, while smiling, “Petal’s a lovely pet name for Y/N; very befitting of a Snow wife.”

“Mhm.” Crassus hums, placing his card with the others in his hand.

While he muses over what card to discard, his mother gives him the sage advice of, “Well, I'm glad to see that things are better between the two of you. But, just remember that you should always kiss her good morning and goodnight even if you've had a little tiff. Can't ever let hard feelings or feelings of disinterest take root and fester in a marriage, especially one as fragile as yours.”

“Thank you, mother. I'll be sure to remember that.” Crassus tells Grandma'am while discarding a card he deems useless.

But maybe he shouldn't have discarded that one since his mother snatched it up from the pile and used it to declare gin rummy.

And later that night when you and your husband go to bed, he put his mother's advice to good use. He takes you by surprise when after telling you goodnight he commands in a deep tone, “Come here.”, while sitting up in bed.

You had just laid down and turned your back to him, which you do every night. You didn't feel like getting up, so you countered his request with, “We already said goodnight, Crassus, so go to sleep.”

But Crassus couldn't go to sleep. No, not without kissing you goodnight. If what his mother said was true and goodnight along with good morning kisses kept a marriage from fracturing then he needed to give you one. Lord knows that he never kissed his first wife goodnight or was overly affectionate with her, but Demeter seemed just fine with a transactional intimacy in their marriage. But you're not Demeter, you're you and Crassus has discovered that to put a smile on your face; to keep you happy and from crying that he needs to approach you with interest and intimacy.

Well, he decides that if you're not going to go to him then he'll just have to go to you.

So, Crassus leans over your body, his large frame engulfing yours, And tilts your chin with his large hand, turning your head towards his. And without warning, he brings his face close to yours and presses his lush, pillowy soft lips against yours for a kiss. A kiss that took you aback and lit a spark inside of you.

This kiss was unlike the others that you shared with your husband. Usually they felt mechanical and robotic, something that's done before or during the deed of fucking, but this kiss was fueled by a feeling of some sort. What’s fueling your husband's sudden kiss, you didn't know, but you did know that his kisses had the ability to harbor more than the cold impersonal touch you've grown accustomed to from him. In fact, his lush lips had the ability to inspire heart-rending stirrings.

Without even thinking much of it, your lips chased after his, wanting- no craving more of his kiss, as he began to pull away.

The action made your husband realize that you're touch starved; sent a small pang of guilt in his chest. Crassus couldn't help, but think that maybe that's another reason why you're sad and crying alone in the corner while he's at work. Because the little intimacy that there was between the two of you died once you grew too big in your pregnancy.

“We’ve got 5 more weeks until we can fuck again, so just let me know when the doctor clears you and I'll make up all the lost intimacy to you, okay?” Crassus tells you, his deep tone holding a slight warmness in it that you're not used to hearing, as he caresses your jawline with his thumb.

“Okay.” You tell your husband, already knowing that once your clear bill of health comes in you'll be stuck being his fleshlight- it's just a duty that comes with being Mrs. Y/N Snow.

But now that the surprise kiss is over and Crassus is just staring at you with something unreadable in his icy eyes, caressing your jawline with slow strokes of his thumb, you feel small and vulnerable. Perhaps even foolish in a way; you can't help but feel like you're being toyed with by your bored middle-aged husband because you know deep down in your heart that he doesn't give a shit about you. Hell, he's probably just playing with you to see how fast it'll take to make you melt under his touch before he decides to pull the rug out from under you and use your receptive feelings as a zinger to keep you in line with.

Only the gods know that your husband's a cold, stern, indifferent man that doesn't have a heart. Why would he show you an ounce of affection, if he didn't mean to turn it around into something cruel and uncaring in the end that would just keep you under his thumb?

Feeling a bit overwhelmed and self conscious, your melancholy creeps up on you and tears tickle the back of your eyes. Not wanting to experience a baby blues crying jag during bedtime, you push your husband's hand away from your face and quickly bury your face into your pillow.

Your rejecting touch burnt Crassus' hand worse than any fiery flames could. He couldn't fathom why you reacted the way that you did. Did he do something wrong? He thought that tonight was a good night between the two of you. He asked you about your day once he got home, spent some time with you and the baby, made Coriolanus shut up when his lab rat talk was bothering you at dinner, and had some light banter with you while playing cards with you and his mother. To him, the night went well and there was no reason for you to reject him after his goodnight kiss.

Maybe you're just tired from taking care of the baby all day?

Yes, that has to be it.

Because if it's not, well…Crassus doesn't want to think about that.

The following day Coriolanus was still a bit butthurt over his family not caring about his remarkable scientific breakthroughs and success. He's still salty about his father, the war hero General Crassus Snow, shutting down his talk about the experiments he performed on the lab rat Dr. Gaul assigned him. How dare his father, whose success and grandeur he's been told he has the potential to surpass, make him shut up about his brilliance in the scientific field that accompanies the role of gamemaker- whether that be an assistant or the head gamemaker itself.

The platinum blonde with the halo of curls felt that you at least should've wanted to hear about his natural aptitude for scientific endeavors and gamemaking. But no, you let his father, your damn husband, order him to stop all talk about his efforts with the lab rat. If you ask him, you've turned into a selfish bitch that's either crying or with the baby all the time. Goddamnit, you don't want to do anything (like suck his cock) anymore.

It's bullshit how nobody seems to appreciate his efforts, his intelligence, and his potential for greatness. What the hell kind of family does he have?

Well, he's sure that Tigris would appreciate it, but she's so kindhearted and gentle that he's afraid she'd faint at the reference to blood let alone any other innuendos to his experiments with the lab rat from 12. So, he'll refrain from telling her anything about it when he visits her next at her boutique/above shop condo.

And talk about his personal lab rat, she was doing exceptionally well. She responded to the after experiment tests and check ups with efficiency and skill that most lab rats struggle to possess right away after operations. Oh, yes, the reconditioning of the blank canvas that's the mind of lab rat 12 is going perfectly. In fact, Dr. Gaul says that Coriolanus has a natural talent and skill at molding and creating useless things into something new and functional.

After spending some time deep in the depths of the Citadel, where Dr. Gaul's lab is, doing only the gods know what to the little girl he's now dissociated himself into believing is a lab rat from District 12 instead of a living, breathing human being, Coriolanus found himself in the library at the University. He didn't have any classes today, but he was at the library studying. Coriolanus, despite having the best marks in all of his classes, wanted to remain the A+ student that he is; which is why he's cramming for his upcoming finals.

Finals that will determine if he keeps his spot as the valedictorian or not.

And while his nose is buried in a book for his sociology class Livia Cardew spots him. She's in the library to study for her own finals. She's a finance major, being that her mother owns and operates the largest bank in all of the Capitol let alone Panem, so truly none of her classes will be in the same scope as Coriolanus' considering that he's a double major in Military Strategies and Political Science.

Okay, that's a lie. She shares one class with him. An elective course: Communications. Although he sits in the front and is a total professor's pet and she sits in the middle of the lecture hall, they still share the class. Livia's impressed by his natural wit and way with words, how he delivers speeches in the class with such grace. He's so perfect in the craft of communication that he could very well teach the class; show the professor a thing or two.

Livia's not bad at public speaking, but she's not as poised as Coriolanus. She's a typical Capitolite gossip girl and will ramble on and get off topic during a speech if it's not an assigned prewritten one. If it's a speaking exercise where she has to come up with something on demand, well, she's doomed if the speech has to last more than 3 or 4 minutes. She's a proper young lady of Capitol City, Panem, but a snobby elitist all the same; sad to say gossiping is a main part of that.

But seeing Coriolanus sitting alone at a table on the second floor of the library feels like the opportune moment to grab his attention. Yes, Livia has been teasing Coriolanus for years (she was a straight up terror to him in their later Academy years) but she knew that her role in life, other then taking over her mother's bank since her brother was a useless drunk and her father’s been on a permanent vacation in 1 at a ski lodge since she was 10, was to bag herself a wealthy and successful husband. And who better than Coriolanus Snow, the heir to the esteemed Snow family, to raise her station in high society?

So, the dirty blonde walks over to Coriolanus' table with a mission in mind: snatch him up in her claws.

Setting her bag down on the table near the scattering of notes, Livia takes a seat next to Coriolanus all the while asking, “May I sit with you, Coriolanus?”

The young man with light blonde curls raised his head up to look at the dirty blonde who'd just plopped down in the seat next to him. Honestly, he hated her; she grated on his nerves. But Coriolanus knew that demanding that she leave him alone would be bad manners; would make him look rude and ungentlemanly. He couldn't afford Livia, one of the biggest gossiping bitches in his social circle, to spread the word around that he's an ill-mannered oaf.

No, that would ruin all of his future plans of greatness and grandeur.

Nodding, he gives the dirty blonde girl a fake smile. “Of course you may, Livia.” Coriolanus politely says before going back to his studies.

Livia digs her books and notes out of her large designer bag while asking, “What class are you studying for?”

“Sociology of Deviant Behavior. Dr. Gaul, my mentor, teaches it.” Is the answer Coriolanus gives the girl that he hates, who's opening up a book for one of her finance classes.

“I'm a finance major, so I've never taken that class. What's it about?”

Flipping his page in his book, Coriolanus answers Livia with, “Essentially Dr. Gaul teaches about the forms of social deviance, theories on them and the societal responses to them.”

“Oh, so it's about criminal and social control.” Livia concludes, pretending to show an interest in the blonde boy's class in order to reel him in. What? She'll be graduating University soon, she needs to start thinking about finding a potential husband; who better than the Snow heir?

Hearing Livia take an interest in his sociology class strokes Coriolanus' bruised ego. Oh, maybe, just maybe she'd like to hear about his work with his lab rat?

“Dr. Gaul assigned me a lab rat, some wretch of a thing from district 12 that was caught roaming around in the woods, to perform experiments on for her sociology class.” Coriolanus tells Livia as an opening to see if she'd like to hear more about his experiments with the lab rat.

“What kind of experiments can a sociology class on deviancy consist of?” Livia asks, not because she cares but because she wants Coriolanus to think that she does. She wants to woo him and what better way to do that then to appeal to his mind and his accomplishments with his mentor.

“Behavioral correction experiments that focus on reprogramming the mind.” Explains Coriolanus while adding to the notes he has scattered on the table. Apparently he read something in his textbook that he forgot to write down previously.

“Are those kinds of experiments hard to do?”

“Yes,” Coriolanus nods, “usually they are, but Dr. Gaul says I'm a gifted prodigy of hers.” Lifting his head from the book his nose was buried in and turning to capture Livia's attention, he brags, “All of my experiments have been done successfully without any oversight by my mentor; she even told me that I have the potential to be a greater man than my father.”

Hearing that peeked Livia's interest. If Dr. Gaul thought that Coriolanus had the potential to surpass his war hero father then he'd surely be a worthy catch. Smiling, she urges, “Please, tell me all about your successful experiments.”

“Of course, Livia. I'd be delighted to.” Coriolanus grinned like the Cheshire cat before going on to tell Livia all about the expe on his ‘lab rat’, using the exact same language and poetic innuendos he used the previous night with his family.

And when Livia showed an interest in Coriolanus' achievements and accomplishments scientifically, well, it made him feel powerful. It also made it feel like the only one that cares is the girl that bullied him while growing up, the girl whose hyena laugh he can't stand, the very girl he hates.

But by spending time in the library with the snobby, shallow girl he hates, Coriolanus is able to brag about his experiments without being shunned or shamed. Which led to Coriolanus asking Livia out to lunch; of course she accepted his offer.

A lunch offer that would be the beginning of something and the end of something all at the same time.

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