#Fuck Stitt

[memoirs-of-a-trans]

How many more queer kids are gonna die before people give a shit? What are we supposed to do. Nex Benedict did fucking nothing wrong and they had their head bashed against the fucking floor. They just wanted to go home that day.

Kevin Stitt is a fucking murderer.

Chaya Raichik is a fucking murderer.

Ryan Walters is a fucking murderer.

Margaret Coates is a fucking murderer.

[theevilmaninyourcomputer]

The inexorable march of progress is a lie. We're fucking regressing.

[fernsandbarnacles]

I am going to burn the state of Oklahoma to the goddamn ground

[boba21521]

Okay so here's some Oklahoma headcannons because I need to draw stuff for my other idea thingy.

During tornado season, he basically experiences something similar to period cramps in the sense that his organs feel like they're being put on a tilt-a-whirl.

Another thing: Norman is essentially his version of Austin (though unlike Austin, Norman probably can't 'front')

Oklahoma has rose shaped birthmarks/tattoos, because Noble, OK is the roserock capital of the world (only interesting thing in noble other than the spider buggie)

Oklahoma is half-choctaw and speaks a little bit of Choctaw, as well as a little bit of Vietnamese. (If you look up our language statistics you'll see why on that one)

He's a pretty active person, and knows how to play a lot of sports, but his favorite sport is gymnastics. (People bring up the gymnastics teams a LOT around here, plus I like the idea that he's flexible.)

I think I've already said this here, but he's an on-and-off weed smoker (we have so many weed stores here it's fucking unreal I'm telling you)

He doesn't show it, but he's really smart. Considering that half of Oklahoma is just college town, it makes sense to me.

That's it for now, I'll probably make more later because he's my #1 pookiebear 😔

[candy-corn-slut]

the OK state gov signed a bill today outlawing diversity, equity, and inclusion programs in public institutions (such as universities) and obviously this sucks for a multitude of reasons

but

i saw a tiktok about the email the president of OU sent in response to this measure, and sooooo many of the people in the comments don’t live in oklahoma (and most never have) and the attitude they have toward it is so infuriating

i saw so many shitty comments like “oh well you get what you vote for” or “well oklahomans are really stupid so obviously they voted against their best interests” or “well the students at ou are mostly in-state so they are getting what they voted for and no one should be concerned for them” or “oklahoma is so hopeless, why does anyone bother staying to try and change things? just leave”

like

so many things wrong with this.

(a) yes oklahoma is a mostly red state and yes stitt (the gov) won the popular vote, but that doesn’t mean he’s popular.

(b) students at ou now did not vote for stitt, in state or not; i know this for a fact bc i voted in the last election in 2018, im older than the bast majority of undergrads at ou rn, and i was barely old enough to vote then. the people who are most impacted by this legislation had no choice in the governor that passed it.

(c) education in oklahoma is really unfortunately bad, because it is severely underfunded which means two things: 1) people who grow up here generally get a poor education that does not encourage critical thinking skills; 2) people who can afford college level education, while they may get that education here, often leave (especially teachers, who make shit pay and can literally double their salary by moving one state south and remain close enough to their family to feel connected to home) and take their critical thinking/widened horizons elsewhere. POORLY EDUCATED PEOPLE=/= stupid people. or hopeless people. education can happen at any age, so abandoning the voter pop bc they are poorly educated is lazy and cruel.

d) Oklahomans (Black oklahomans, queer oklahomans, poor oklahomans, indigenous oklahomans, poc oklahomans, women oklahomas) should not have to leave to have a livable quality of life. we deserve to have a state and a government who speak for us. we do not deserve to be abandoned, and we are not stupid for staying and trying to make things better. things are not hopeless and we will not accept being told that they are

so fuck everyone who doesn’t live in OK who think they know better about our situation and how to improve things. fuck the people who look down on us for having a government that doesn’t represent our interests. unless you are gonna come live in the trenches, unless you have a real, concrete understanding of life and the problems and the great things about this place, fuck off with your elitist opinions and terrible advice.

fuck

[melodygatesauthor]

Love that we all agree basil is a perverted whiney desperate man, love him tho. Want him on his knees crying for me

NO SAME

I NEED HIM SO BAD IT'S DISGUSTING

[butch-chastity]

man. i don't want to be this person but I hate that the moment nex benedict's death stops trending, a lot of other usamericans are going to go back to back to not caring about oklahoma again. cause like. things have been getting real bad for a long time. and it feels like every time ive brought this issue up, even to other americans, ive been dismissed because i live in a red state, or because we're too far south for most people to care.

now people are talking about the christofacist state senator who said that shit about them. and, like, good!!! but fuck, man. that's all of our senators right now. dusty deevers from lawton is a christofascist pastor who's trying to abolish no fault divorce. ryan walters, the state superintendent, is a christofacist who put libs of tiktok on a private school board to keep trans books out of school, even AFTER news broke that libs of tiktok had been connected to three school bomb threats in tulsa. oklahoma is currently hearing 59 active trans bills. that's the largest number in any state by over 20. we've been in an intense decline into hysteria since mid 2023 and no one listened. and now nex benedict's death is going to be a trend for like two weeks and then no one is going to care anymore. and even now: everyone is going to be focused on this one cause that they won't bother to help fix the still very present issues that lead to their death.

[just-a-lovebot]

God he's so pathetic I just need to ride him

[mothusband]

well, okies, it has been a fucking nightmare but we gave it a shot 😔

[gwenpooll]

my coworker’s sister is pregnant and wants an abortion because her husband is a piece of shit and they already have a special needs kid they struggle to take care of. but we live in a red state so she can’t get one. i feel so heartbroken for her and all the other people in similar situations because of what fucking republicans have done. i hate them i hate them i hate them.

[runa-falls]

my ex’s tapes

summary: you and basil broke up, and now, you're seeing some other guy. but basil just can't get over you. and you know it.

pairing: ex!basil stitt x reader, fwb!jake lockley x reader

rating: explicit (18+)

cw: dub-con, smut, creep!basil, voyeurism, stalking tendencies, piv sex, virtual!cucking, m!masturbation, no aftercare, angst

wc: 1.5k

a/n: this fic was originally for someone else, but basil just fit the vibes so much more!! and yeah, the poll ran for less than 10 hours BUT 🤷🏻‍♀️ im impatient. y'all know me, i can't hold on to a finished draft for more than a day -- so this is this, take it or leave it.

masterlist

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He sighs as he opens up his laptop.

It’s depressing, he’s depressing -- disgusting.

A hot veil of shame washes over him as the monitoring app automatically opens for him as he logs in. A reminder of his dirty habits. And yet, for some reason, it makes it that much hotter.

The screen brightens as the program displays the soft pinkness of your bedroom. A small smile quirks at his lips as he spots you laying prettily in your mini nightgown, sprawled out on your bed, as you idly text someone on your phone. 

A quick ping makes Basil switch programs and scan over your conversation.

Jake: be there in 5

You: ok! text me when you arrive :)

It’s like clockwork.

Every Friday he comes over, fucks you into the mattress then leaves before he can fall asleep next to you.

What a piece of shit, leaving someone like you alone at night. 

You deserve better. You deserve someone like him. Someone that will cuddle you to sleep and wake you up with a cup of coffee, or kiss every inch of your body while telling you how perfect you are.

And for a moment you did have him–but then your friends went and fucked everything up.  

Despite all the shit he did for you, you weren’t satisfied, or rather, your friends weren’t satisfied. Apparently, his idea of protection and security was overbearing and controlling. And he was being clingy because he wanted to spend time with you. They’ve been filling your mind with bullshit ever since you introduced him to them. 

Basil easily concluded that you were pressured into breaking up with him. That you aren’t really done with him–you’re just waiting for the right time to get back together. That’s his excuse as to why his cameras and safety initiatives are still in place. Because you’re still his.

A feminine giggle pulls Basil from his thoughts and back to what he was doing. He alt-tabs back to the security cameras, eyes immediately darkening at the image of you clinging onto Jake’s shoulders as he effortlessly carries you into the room.

An ugly weight pulls at his stomach when he sees you happily draped around another man. That should be him coming home to you, carrying you to your bedroom to show you his love. 

You’re plopped onto your bed with a squeak, bouncing slightly before pushing yourself up to eagerly crawl over to your hook-up. As you straddle yourself over Jake, he immediately starts to work his mouth over your topless chest. 

Basil’s hand brushes over his twitching bulge as your back arches prettily to push yourself further against Jake's lips. Encouraging gasps and sighs fill the room as he nips at your sensitive buds. Your breath quickens as a hand drags up your body to fist at your throat. He sucks harshly at your skin, leaving a pattern of faint bruises and teeth marks along your soft skin.

Your nearly naked figure moves lithely over his clothed body, already getting off on anything you can get your hands on. Basil watches hungrily as your hips roll fluidly over Jake’s lap, cunt barely covered by a flimsy pair of underwear. He pushes against his erection when he sees your blissed-out expression, imagining it’s him that’s making you this desperate. 

With a quick motion, Jake pushes you away to unbutton his pants, making sure to only push them down enough to free himself. You suck on your lip as you watch a bead of precum roll over the silken skin of his cock. You wish you could have a taste but that’s not how Jake likes it. 

Jake tilts his head as he considers you on his lap, cockily taking in the way your hungry eyes drink him in. With a light tap on your thigh, he commands you to move, “Get into position, sweetheart.” 

You climb off of him and settle yourself at the top of the bed, swiftly getting on all fours to present yourself to him. His hand grazes over your ass, clutching the softness before dipping into the heat of your center.

The soft fabric of your underwear is shoved to the side, exposing your glistening cunt to the room. Basil audibly groans as he catches a glimpse of your dripping hole, remembering how hot and tight you are. Your body is built perfectly to wrap around him. 

Jake lazily slides himself along the seam of your cunt, humming lightly as he soaks himself in your slick. “Look at this weepy pussy…”  You let out a breath as you relax your body against him, enjoying the gentle way he rocks over you. “You’re so messy for me.” Your body buzzes as his cock nudges against your clit with every stroke, fogging your mind with intoxicating pleasure. 

You don’t expect it when Jake’s hips abruptly snap up into you with one smooth motion, quickly filling you to the brim with a stinging stretch. The rough texture of his jeans chafes against the back of your thighs as his legs push harshly over you. You whine as your face is shoved into a pillow, barely allowing you a second of fresh air. 

Basil grips himself over his sweatpants as he watches your body struggle to get used to the sensation of being filled, legs shaking as you attempt to hold yourself up for him.

Jake easily ignores your trembling and immediately starts to pound into you, strategically angling himself to continuously prod against the electrifying spot inside of you. Despite the sharp sobs dripping from your lips, he knows you love it. Being treated like this. Like a toy. 

Basil strokes himself as he watches your greedy cunt swallow another man's cock, effortlessly moving back and forth with each thrust. He can feel his cock desperately throb for you as the filthy sound of your slick sopping down your thighs travels through the camera’s microphone. What he would do to taste you right now, the zingy flavor of your lust on his tongue.

Though he can’t see your face, he can tell you’re already close. It’s the way your body stiffens ever so slightly like you’re holding yourself back from reaching nirvana. He hates how your moans are muffled by the pink pillow. He craves to hear how your noises crescendo as you near the edge, how you crumble as pleasure takes over your body.

You almost feel like you might collapse from the aggressive way Jake drives into you. Jake’s calloused fingers grip bruises into your hips as he pushes and pulls you onto him, setting an unbeatable rhythm that you can barely keep up with.

Jake’s motions briefly stutter as your cunt grips around him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, barely able to process his words as he continues to fuck into you. “Mm…Your cunt flutters so–fuck–sweetly around me. You gonna cum baby?” Your legs threaten to give in as molten heat rapidly blooms in your stomach, pulling you toward your peak. 

You cry out as he begins to drive himself impossibly deeper into you, slowing down when you fail to answer him. His chest vibrates against your back as he growls behind your ear, “Too stupid to speak? I asked you a question, honey.” 

With another nudge of his hips, you sputter out a response. “A-ah, yes—I’m so close, sir.” 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Basil’s sweats are messily shoved halfway down his thighs as he watches your tired body move bonelessly along with each movement of Jake’s hips. The stroke of his hand moves in sync with yours, cock leaking as he grips himself tightly to conceptualize the feeling of being inside of you. 

The rawness of your climax causes your body to writhe underneath Jake and you involuntarily start pulling away from his cock as your cunt convulses with ecstasy. 

Basil’s eyes squeeze shut as he’s coaxed into his release by your soft muffled whimpers. His hand works quickly along the length of himself as he rides it out, effectively spreading his mess with his hand and on the tops of his thighs.

Jake groans as you ​​suck him in, hands shoving you further into the mattress as you’re unable to control the way your body flutters and jerks around him. With one last push, he spills into you, coating your walls in warmth before pulling out.

Basil watches as Jake steps out of the room after murmuring something about a towel, leaving you there panting in the middle of your bed.

Alone.

You slowly turn over to your back, pushing your hair out of your face as you come down from your orgasm, face thoroughly flushed from exertion. His heavy eyes admire you from afar, wishing he could join you on the bed and hold you against him. 

He takes one last glance at you before reluctantly closing the laptop. 

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You reach upwards with your arms pulled taut and stretch your body until you feel light-headed. Though you enjoy being fucked from behind, your back is always left sore from arching so deeply. Jake is fine. Good even. But that’s it. 

You’ve tried your hardest to ignore it, but something’s been missing from your life. Or someone.

Your eyelashes shadow over your gaze as you subtly glance at the stuffed kitten on your shelf. Your heart flutters when you notice the faint red light on its collar blinking right back at you. 

He’s still there.

[naamahdarling]

Victory! Appeals Court Overturns Ruling Upholding Oklahoma’s Discriminatory Birth Certificate Policy

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride!!!🏳️‍🌈

🏳️‍⚧️FUCK YOU KEVIN STITT!!!🏳️‍⚧️

We are here to stay, you fucking moral coward.

We even know one of the people who filed the suit!

The court explained the Constitution requires that “there must be some rational connection between the Policy and a legitimate interest. There is no rational connection here—the Policy is in search of a purpose.”

IOW, "Can you show us a legitimate reason withholding this right is beneficial to literally any actual cause that materially affects actual people and not just their feefees? No? Bye."

Now we just need to make sure OSDH starts complying again and issuing amended certificates, and maybe we can get a little more goddamn respect up in here. Boyfriend can get his birth certificate changed!

I'm so proud of the plaintiffs! Rowan is so important to our local peer support community. I don't think I know the other two but they deserve a big hand as well.

Reblog this so people see that A) good things still happen to trans people in the worst places, and B) why not familiarize yourselves with what legal stuff like this is being done in your area, and see how you can support the cause? It matters so much!

[spicyllewyn]

Guess what?

Marc Spector. - Accidental stimulation.

Jake Lockley. - Thigh riding / teasing.

Bud Cooper. - Breeding / degrading.

Abel Morales. - Almost getting caught.

Will Dempsey. - Pregnant / lactation.

Moon system. - Mirror sex / hair pulling.

Rydal Keener. - Exhibitionism / brat tammer.

William Tell. - Collaring.

Professor! Marc Spector. - Gagging / deepthroat.

******** ****. - Corruption / training.

Poe Dameron. - Hate / angry sex.

Patient!Blue Jones. - Cockwarming. + secret extra.

Orestes. - First time / squirting.

Peter Roiter. - Overstimulation / aftercare.

Llewyn Davis. - Creampie / unprotected sex.

Torch. - Phone sex.

Miguel O'Hara. - Size difference. / Hickeys, bite marks.

Sidney Brustein. - Sleepy sex

Leto Atreides. - Sex work.

Santiago García. - ****** / ****.

Richard. - Anonymous sex. / gloryhole.

Laurent LeClaire. - Cuckold.

Steven Grant. - Dirty talking.

Prince John. - Begging / body worship.

Basil Stitt. - ****-****** / ******* ***

Kane. - Choking.

Nathan Bateman. - Age gap / being recorded.

Robbie Paulson. - Praise kink.

Cecil Dennis. - Confess / conceal.

Outcome 3. - Morning sex.

Shiv. - Titty fucking.

Do you think I'm going to be able to complete it? lol. Good luck for me.

[virtualvault]

Just One More

Pairing: Basil Stitt x F!reader

Summary: You're going away on a work trip and Basil tries to get his fill of you before you go. But it seems like he just can't get enough.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, stalker type behavior, obsessive/perverted behavior and thoughts, free-use, consensual somnophilia, mention of male masturbation & voyeurism, thigh-fucking, unprotected p in v, degradation, dirty talk, teasing, spitting, spit play(kind of), hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, cum feeding, filming(general consent to do so in their relationship but no explicit consent given beforehand), cockwarming

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Was originally going to be a Steven fic but I think this level of depravity and obsession is so much more fitting with Basil. He's such a pathetic mess and I love it.

Your dynamic with Basil is simple. You very quickly learned how he is. His wants. His needs. So you were more than happy to give him free reign to be as perverted and devious as he’d like. Before you waltzed into his life, he had already felt like he knew you intimately. He didn’t stalk you, per say, but he had become a bit obsessed with the brief glimpses he got of you as you lived in the building across the alley from his.

He'll never forget the first time he saw you. You appeared in your window one night, the glow of your bedroom light wrapping around your body, forming a beautiful silhouette. You looked ethereal, he thought. Like an angel. You didn’t have curtains, but if you did, he would've broken into your apartment and torn them down himself.

 He never had the courage to ask you if it was intentional, but he likes to think you knew exactly what you were doing. Putting on a show for him every time you were in your bedroom, walking around fully exposed. Often times you were fresh out of the shower, water dripping down your naked form.

It had become a ritual. You would come into view and his hand would immediately slip down his pants. And in less time than he'd like to admit, he was cumming over his hand, tears forming in his eyes as he was desperate for it to be spilling over you instead.

Not much had changed since you got together. Now you just happened to share a living space, so it was a lot more convenient. He touches himself at the thought of you constantly, which usually involves him either digging through your drawers or dirty laundry to use a pair of your panties or any article of clothing that holds your scent.  Or he uses some of the picture and videos he has of you.

You had shared your collection with him. You had countless videos of you and him messing around but what he found himself using most often were the photos you would send to tease him, turning him into a pleading, desperate mess, just begging to touch you. Like the ones you would send of yourself with your skirt pulled up and tits out in the mirror at work, when he would text you and beg you to give him something, anything, as he sat at home counting down the minutes until you got back.

He particularly loved the ones that he took himself, usually of you when you're in bed and he’s standing over you getting off to your sleeping form. You two had a full free use arrangement, which he takes advantage of whenever he can. Having full access to you was a little overwhelming at first, seeing as he was used to viewing you from afar and practicing all the self-restraint he had knowing he couldn’t have you. Now he can have you whenever he wants but he still feels the need to do what he used to do; sneak around and feel a sense of shame at the dirty thoughts he has of you. He still experiences that same shame, except now he, and you, get off on it. 

You had come up with a code, though, a little red hair tie that you can slip on your wrist to tell him that he shouldn’t disturb you, if need be. You usually only use it if you're not feeling particularly well that day or if you have a long day of work ahead of you and really need the sleep. Tonight would be one of those nights, but you decide to take pity on him. You’re leaving for a week-long work trip in the morning and it would be nice to get some sleep. You struggle to sleep when you’re away from home and your partner so you want to just enjoy a nice night of slumber in his warm arms. But you know he wants to get as much out of you as he can to try and tide himself over until you get back.

Basil lays behind you now, staring at your bare wrist in the sliver of moonlight cast over you as you sleep. That's not what he expected. He momentarily thinks maybe you just forgot to slip it on. But he knows you. You’re very generous, always giving him what he needs. Not to mention your sex drive pretty much matches his, so you can usually keep up with how needy and desperate he can be.

But sometimes he gets in a mood where he’s insatiable. And today was just one of those days. He’s going to miss you terribly and he’s trying not to think about the next seven days he’s going to spend moping around until you get back. He struggles to be alone, and like you, he can’t get a good night's sleep without you there, his thoughts filled with nothing but you until you return.

 You had really given him your all today, though, moving around the house to fuck him on every surface you could think of. You ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway leading to your room and you rode him until he saw stars. You had eventually worn yourself out and after your last round you told him it was time to shower and turn in for the night, but he still had that hungry look in his eyes. So, you decided to forgo the little red band. You were so exhausted you weren't sure you'd even wake up.

Now sleeping soundly next to him, he looks down at your body. He had wished so badly that you two could fuck each other to sleep, nice and slow until you both slip into unconsciousness while he's still buried inside you. But you were out like a light the second your head hit the pillow.

He’s behind you, hard cock resting against your bare ass. He shed his clothes, needing to feel himself directly against your skin. He decides to use your thighs to get off, knowing you'd be the least likely to wake up this way. He really wants you to get some sleep but something he never takes into consideration is his severe lack of control.

He rubs some spit on himself, and pushes his dick between your plush thighs. He immediately coils his body around yours, and you shift against him. He stills, worried he woke you. You nestle deeper into his hold, but your breathing is still slow and even, indicating you're still asleep. He gradually slides closer and closer to your center, until his length is wrapped in your folds. The slick he can feel starting to form makes him shudder and he starts thrusting faster.

He catches on your entrance and you sigh quietly, but he notices your eyes are still closed. The brief contact with your hole reminds him of just how good it feels to slip inside and he realizes he’s not as strong willed as he had thought. He needs to be inside you. He hikes your leg up and rubs himself against your clit and your breath hitches. He continues this motion and eventually your eyes start to flutter open. Before you can look back to see what’s happening, he pushes into you. You both groan and he attempts to steady his breathing, trying not to cum yet.

“Just couldn’t control yourself, could you? Fucking me all day wasn't enough? So fucking needy.” you mumble. He whines pathetically into your shoulder, the shame painting his cheeks red. The look on his spurs you on. He's already a mess, clearly desperate to cum.

“You can’t help it though, can you? Go on baby, take what you need.” you coo. He sighs in relief and starts rocking into you, slow at first but when you grab him by the curls and crash his lips into yours, he speeds up, thrusts already sloppy. His breathing gets faster and faster and you realize how close he is.

You pull away. “You’re going to cum already? This is the last time you’re going to be inside me for a while, not even going to try and make it last? Pathetic.” you tease. He groans, silently cursing himself for being so weak, but he can’t help it. Your warm walls hug him so tight; you always bring him to the edge so quickly. He huffs in determination and shakes his head.

“ N-no.” he stutters, trying to think about anything else other than how you feel wrapped around him, how the closeness of your body flusters him. He begins his movements again, slow, trying to stave off his impending release. “Faster for me baby, c’mon” you grab his ass, pulling him into you deeper, trying to build to your own release. You quickly realize that he won't make it long enough for you to get off.

That's okay, you're plenty satisfied from earlier and the thought of him using you for his own pleasure has fresh slick forming between your legs, making him glide into you even faster. He pulls out, denying himself his release yet again and rolls you over. He lays on top of you and rests his head onto your chest, trying to catch his breath. “What’s wrong, I thought you wanted to cum? You were desperate enough to start using me while I was sleeping.” another whimper escapes his lips

“Not yet” he mutters, then moves his head to latch onto your left nipple and begins sucking hard. You arch your back, moaning at the sensation. You know what he’s doing. As much as your breasts turn him on, they have a way of soothing him even more. It comforts him to mash his face into your chest, enjoying your warmth and your scent. When he’s calmed down enough, he slides back into you, making you gasp. He wraps his arms around you and begins rutting into you.

He realizes he can't hold an any longer and he decides he's ready to let go. He starts giving deep, sporadic thrusts and shutters at the drag of your silky, wet walls. You pull his face from your chest and wrap your hand around his throat. His thrusts are short and uneven, but that in combination with the pressure on his throat has his eyes rolling back and he's practically drooling.

You're desperate to see him cum and you start to tease him, knowing that drives him crazy and deeper into fucked out bliss. "Do you touch me in my sleep often? I know you sneak off into the bathroom to use my panties if it's taking me too long to doze off, but what do you do to me when I'm sound asleep?"

All he can do is mewl. He can't form a single thought apart from how good you feel. "Do you use my hands? My thighs? Tits? I know you use my mouth. I can always taste you on my tongue the morning after." He pushes his neck deeper into your grasp and lets out a choked-out moan. He has now completely stopped moving and is now getting off on your words alone.

"Touching me in my sleep, stealing my panties, spying on me in the shower." His half-lidded eyes fly wide open. He thought he was being discreet about that. Usually, he'll just slip in and ask to join you but sometimes he gets the urge to just stand in the hallway and watch you through the crack in the door.

"Oh, thought I didn't notice that? I can hear you whining while you fist your cock. Such a perv." Tears well in his eyes at the humiliation, but you know he gets off on it. You're not sure if he realizes it but you know part of him does these things hoping to be caught. Get you to call him a dirty boy, tell him how perverted he is. Luckily, you're just as depraved. You're basically living under the same roof as your stalker and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I can't h-help it." He mumbles. "I want you all the time." His confession makes you smile and you pull his lips to yours. He purrs, enjoying the sweet taste of you, and licks into your mouth sloppily. He's making it messy intentionally and you know exactly what he wants. You chuckle softly at the desperation and pull away, strings of spit still connecting your lips. You tighten your hand around his throat and use your other hand to give a sharp tug to his hair, and he gasps. With his mouth agape, you spit right onto his tongue.

He lets out a satisfied groan and you do it again, this time getting it on his face as well. He immediately wipes it off and shoves his fingers in his mouth, not wanting to waste one drop. He then pushes his fingers in your mouth, swiping the spit right off your tongue. You gag a little as his fingers slip farther down your throat, trying to get as much as he can. He loves that sound so he does it a few more times, then pulls his digits back into his mouth and begins sucking on them frantically. He hums at the taste.

"You're disgusting." you sigh, watching his movements. Despite your remark, you love the way he's licking and slurping up every last drop. Your comment has him twitching inside you. As much as you would like to make him cum just by cockwarming him while your filthy words drive him over the edge, something you have done many times before, you want to give him something you know will put him out of commission for the rest of the night.

 ou push him off, and out, of you which pulls a dramatic whine from the man who was enjoying your warmth. You push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He whimpers, readying himself to feel you slide down onto his cock.  This is usually how you end things. He comes the fastest in this position so it's become your go to 'finishing move'. You want to give him one last ride that will hopefully satiate him.

Sliding yourself over his length a few times, coating him in your slick, you guide him to your entrance and sheath his cock inside you in one swift motion. You grab his throat immediately and he lets out the most pathetic sound. You can tell he's already fucked out and you have to stop yourself from laughing. It's honestly adorable how quickly he falls apart like this.

“Yeah? You like that, princess" you tease, in that sultry tone that goes straight to his dick. This pushes him right over the edge and before you can even start grinding on him, his back is arching off the mattress and he grabs your hips with a bruising grip as he spills deep into you. He thrashes his head back and forth on the pillow and he's sucking in short, shallow breaths. Once he's you've pulled every last drop from him, he attempts to open his eyes, not yet fully aware of his surroundings.

There is one thing he can see and feel as the aftershocks rip through him, and that's you. So, he pulls you down to his chest, and you bury your face in his neck. You start planting kisses up his neck and across his jaw whispering sweet praises to him. You then cradle his face, and rub your thumbs back and forth across his cheeks, in attempt to help bring him down from his high. You rest your forehead against his, trying to get him to match his breathing to yours and that seems to work.

You eventually move down his body to clean him off with your tongue. He yanks at your hair but he goes back and forth between pulling you closer and trying to push you off. Next you have to take care of yourself, not wanting to drip his cum all over the skin you just licked clean. Usually, he’d enthusiastically clean his spend out of you with his tongue, but he’s still recovering so you scoop it out with your fingers and feed it to him. He happily accepts and he lazily licks at your fingers while you stroke his hair.

You eventually cuddle up next to him and he moves behind you again, placing you back into his arms. "I hope that was enough. If you start to miss me just imagine me on top of you like that again. I want you like that when I get back. I'll ride you just like I did tonight, but I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied." you smirk and you turn your head over your shoulder to look up at him.

He gives you a bashful, almost guilty look as he points to the nightstand and says, "I won't need to imagine." You follow his finger and your eyes land on the phone propped up, pointed directly at the both of you. Your eyes widen a little. You've given him permission to film you whenever, wherever, but you're almost always privy to it, acting oblivious but knowing exactly what he's up to. A smile tugs at your lips and a warmth spread across your skin as you wonder how many more videos he has of you when you had been none the wiser.

You turn back to him, and say, "Creep" , but follow quickly with, "Send that to me." and he chuckles softly and nods. As you turn away, he pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck. It doesn't take long for you to start to fall asleep, warmed by his body and lulled by the rise and fall of his chest as you feel it move against you. Before you can drift off completely, you feel him shift, followed by his semi-hard cock stretching you once more. You can't believe it. You're a little impressed that he's even able to get aroused at all after the long day AND night that you had spent together. But, as much as you love him there's no way you can go again.

After a small gasp at the intrusion, you slide your hand into his hair and yank, commanding, "No. No more."

He hisses at the harsh tug, but assures you, "I just want to fall asleep inside you. Nothing more. I promise." You sigh. "Please?" he begs, and you can't help but give in. He's lucky you love the full feeling of having him inside you. In a weird way, it's actually comforting.

"Fine." You let go of his hair and he pulls you closer, now fully seated inside you. He sighs dreamily at the feeling.

You add, "But I'm serious, no more. Don't make me tie you down to the bed just so I can get some sleep.", only half joking. If this is how he's acting just at the thought of you leaving you can't imagine the desperate mess he'll be when you return. You can't wait.

[jayke0]

Use Your Words

Pairing: Basil Stitt x afab reader

Summary: kinktober day 26, face sitting

Rating: 18+

Warnings/Content: underwear sniffing, male masturbation, face sitting, oral (reader receiving), mocking, praise, "perv" gets thrown around a lot, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 1,297

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"Just five minutes… then I'll put it back."

Basil mumbles to himself as he searches through your collective laundry hamper, trying to find a pair of underwear that he can use to remind himself of your wonderful scent again.

You'd barely been away for a day, but his cock is already aching with the need to be inside you again. So, after much deliberation, he'd decided that sniffing the slick from your underwear was his best option.

He can already feel his heart pounding as he situates himself back against the pillows. Of course, this isn't the first perverted thing he's done, but it's the first since you'd decided to give him a chance, and he's sure his heart is pounding more so with the fear of you finding him rather than excitement.

Despite that, his cock is still twitching between his legs and begging to be touched, so he swallows the ball in his throat and pulls his cock out. It feels good when the cold air hits his sensitive tip, and he gives himself a few tugs to milk the precum from his throbbing head and spread it down his length with his fingers. 

"Fuck, fuuuck, fuck… I miss you baby.." He whimpers as he squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back to make himself forget that it's not your hand wrapped around his fat dick. A shakey hand brings your underwear up to his face as he sucks in a deep waft of your scent through his nose, a loud moan coming out as he exhales. 

His brows knit together in concentration while his hand starts sliding up and down his cock, nail bitten fingers swiping over the tip a few times to make him buck into his hand. He twists his palm perfectly while continuing to draw in your sweet smell through his nostrils. Pushing the fabric harder against his face, his hand moves faster until eventually he's fucking his fist with desperate moans falling from his lips, soft sobs of "I'm sorry"s and "you smell so good "s all falling on no one's ears, only making him sob more.

Atleast… he thinks it's no one, until he's interrupted by your voice piercing the wet sounds resonating around your room.

"What are you doing, Basil?"

The man scrambles to sit up and throws your underwear across the room, closing his legs together quickly to hide the pulsating heat between his legs.

"I–I, uh—." He chokes out and grabs his shirt to wipe his eyes before fumbling to put himself away; since he hadn't even bothered to pull his slacks down.

"Why are you trying to hide it?" You chuckle coldly and walk closer to him, dropping your bag at the foot of the bed to lean down and stroke his face, "aren't you gonna finish what you started?"

You notice the fear in his eyes, and for a second a frown breaks across your face, worried you'd really upset him this time, but as your eyes pan down his body you realize he's still palming himself through the thin fabric.

"Do you want me to?..." His voice is timid, as it usually is when you've caught him doing something endearingly odd or just downright perverted.

"I would like that, sweetheart, but lemme give you something better to work with, yeah?"

Swiftly, your shirt comes off and joins the underwear tossed into the corner of the room, your jeans and fresh underwear following shortly after. You stand in front of him for a bit while he frantically pulls his cock out again, looking up at you with big soft eyes that beg you to just do something to help him.

"Shit, Basil, I mean... I was only gone for a few hours, are you really just that fucking desperate?" You've already had the answer shown to you, but you want him to prove it, want to have it in spoken word so you can hold it over his head like all the other things you tease him for.

As you crawl onto the bed with him, straddling his rapidly rising and falling chest, you see him nod ashamedly and poke his bottom lip out.

"Oh c'mon, don't gimme that, you perv. Use your words."

He groans quietly and brings his hands up to grab your hips. "Yes, I am so fucking desperate." He says while squeezing the flesh on your hips till his knuckles turn white. He looks so innocent like that, and you're pretty sure he has no idea what you have in store for him, but you know he's going to like it.

"I'm gonna sit on your face, ok? You don't need those stupid underwear, you'd much prefer my real hole, wouldn't you?" Another frantic nod from him has you grinning and rolling your hips on his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt tease your clit. 

Finally, much to Basil's pleasure, you shuffle forward and move your thighs either side of his head, feeling his stubble tickling your ass and thighs as he takes in another large huff to inhale your smell. "Good boy," praise comes from your lips naturally while you bring your hand down to fist his hair, grabbing his soft curls between your fingers. 

"Let me fuck that dumb mouth." 

Basil's moan reverberates through your body and sends shivers up your spine, flicking a switch to make you automatically start grinding against his already flat tongue. He's waiting to taste you, tongue positioned how you like it as if he's made solely for your pleasure, and he loves every second of it, encouraging your hips to roll on his tongue faster so he can fuck the moans out of you.

That man is absolutely deadly with his tongue. His cock is great and all, probably some of the best sex you've ever had and ever will have, but good god does he know how to use his tongue. Maybe that's just the pervert in him, maybe he'd practiced on those silicone toys… whatever or whoever it was, you wanted to give your personal gratitude to them. 

"Shit, baby, just like that— God you know how I love it, such a good fucking boy–"

You grit your teeth and slide your clit over his tongue faster, tugging his hair so his head meets that bundle of nerves with every moment you come down on him. Your head it thrown back, your ears filling with the sounds of your boyfriend eating out your cunt and his moans to show how much he enjoys it, even feeling his hips bucking up in hopes to grind his aching dick against something.

"Love fucking your face Basil... imma cum all over that pretty face, you want that, sweetheart?" Pants replace your moans and you look down at him, the heat spreading through your tummy quickly as he hums a "yes" on you.

Before you can give him another word of praise, your orgasm is crashing over you violently, wracking your body and making you curl forward as you continue to ride out the feeling on his tongue, molten pleasure melting your muscles and making your legs shake like jelly.

Your pants are loud as you cool off and you release the tight grip you had on his hair, shakily sitting back on his chest again as you look at him with a big grin. The wetness on his face makes you smirk, so you lean down to clean your arousal from his chin with your tongue, kissing him needily afterwards.

He wraps his arms around you and tosses you onto your back with a giggle from you. He breaks the kiss and leans back on his heels, gripping his throbbing cock in his hand.

"My turn, baby."

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

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[redeyerhaenyra]

Hey, its ya girl, ominoose. Honoured to be here on opening night.

I would like to request Jake Lockley, Blue Jones and Basil Stitt with a curvy/chubby reader please! XOXOXO

Jake, Blue, Basil, with a curvy reader

Summary: Some headcanons for Jake, Blue, and Basil with a curvalicious reader

Warnings: Masturbation(male), possessiveness, unhealthy relationships in Basil's section, recording, thigh fucking, dollification(?)in Blue's section, a small bit of titty worship if you squint

Notes: MUSHI omg, yes yes yes 1000% yes, autistic bisexual curvy oscar isaac lovers RISSSEEE- I kinda got carried away with Basil's section hehehe but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

Jake Lockley

OK so if there's one thing we know about Jake, he is the opposite of shy, especially when it comes to his affections for you

Man lives and breathes to just look at you

The bastard will fucking pout if you're going out and you don't wear tight clothes

"But, hermosa, I wanna show you off, you're so hot. Everybody wishes they were you, prometo."

He's so proud you're his, there is nothing about you he doesn't love. Like I said earlier, he just likes to look at you.

All the curves and bumps, your soft tummy, your plush thighs, he can't get enough.

You will be sitting in his lap most of the time and this is non negotiable

It's half a sex thing for him and half that you're basically his plushie that he likes to cuddle, just having you sit pretty on his lap, all warm and squishy, makes him feel better

I think he'd definitely be into thigh fucking like c'mon now it's obvious

Feeling and seeing his dick between your squishy thighs just makes him go feral

I've said it before I'll say it again he fucking lives for making Marc and Steven jealous and recording himself fucking your thighs on Steven's phone for the poor guy to find later is just one of the many ways he does that

He talks alot too, just to rub it in further

"Guau, qué chica tan bonita. Hmm? You're so beautiful aren't you, baby? So perfect and squishy for me, I bet Marc and Steven wish they were here right now, huh? Don't you agree? Yeah, I bet you do."

Blue Jones

Oh no

If you thought Jake was bad you have a whole nother thing coming

Blue will PERSONALLY make sure all the costumes you wear on stage highlight just how curvy and plush you are.

But no one else is allowed to touch you

Oh no, that right's reserved for him and him alone

Tbh even when you're not performing, he'll want you to be wearing tight fitting shirts so he can stare at your boobies as you go about your day

Yeah he's a tit guy, don't get me wrong he loves all parts of your body but titties just do it for him

Him and Jake are very similar tbh, he also likes to show you off.

When high rollers are in the club you'll be sitting on his lap and no one else's

You're his doll, toy, barbie even

He likes to dress you up and play with you ;)

I'm serious he will pick out outfits for only him to see you in, dress you up in them, sit you on his lap and brush your hair

Like I said you're his toy, his stress ball, even

Just squeezing you will calm him down, any part of you, it's almost grounding to him

He talks to you in these moments, but it's just sort of general babbling about how shit his day was, and all you have to do is sit in his lap and let him nuzzle your breasts

"You're so good to me, bunny. I don't deserve you, do I? No matter what I do you're always here.. always so soft for me.."

Basil Stitt

Ah, everyone's favorite recluse

Look at the way this man lives and tell me he's not a porn addict please

YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT

So we've established that he's a greasy little basement dweller who watches porn on the regular

And we all know that most mainstream porn showcases sort of a singular body type (no hate to my skinny ladies btw ily mwah mwah)

Like it never occurred to him that he might find chubby ladies attractive

So when you, his new neighbour, moving into the apartment across the hall from him, knock on his door to say hi with the most wonderful tight leggings on he basically dies on the spot

The way your thighs looked so squishy and plush- he just wanted to grab them and sink his teeth into them

He tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible because he knew he would've ended up moaning out loud at any point

And then you turn around to walk away AND HE SEES YOUR ASS he's dead he's so dead

The next time he sees you, you're coming back from a night out, clearly a little tipsy, and wearing the shortest, tightest black dress he's ever seen, he dies a second time

His face is pressed up agaisnt the peephole in his door so he can watch you

You drop your keys at one point and bend over to pick them up and he basically cums in his pants untouched

Groaning and falling to his knees as his now softening dick rubs against the wet patch in his jeans

He makes it a point to watch you whenever he can now

He learns your schedule off by heart, it becomes his schedule. Probably has alarms set for it on his phone

Like "Oh , it's 9AM, time to watch my neighbour leave for work." "Oh its 8:30 time to watch her come home."

He really desperately wants to talk to you more but the poor guy is just so insecure :(

This cycle continues for a while.. until one fateful day, you come back from your weekly night out, in the same tight black dress that he loves so much on you... but this time... you're accompanied by a man

The both of your are similarly a little drunk, giggling and fumbling over the keys to your apartment

What? What's this? A friend, brother... partner? Basil silently begs you from behind the door to not let him into your apartment but oh god that's exactly what you do

He feels the tears running down his face before he realises he's crying, pleading for you to stop from behind his door.

His pleads turn to shouts as you close the door, sniffling and crying

Definitely fucks up his apartment again in his anguish

And when he's done that he angrily jerks off, to get back at you? He's not sure. He doesn't even know if you're having sex with the guy, or if it's just a friend you're letting crash at your place, but he's so obsessed with you he can't imagine it being any other reason that you would "betray" him like that

His poor cock is red and sore and he realises he shouldn't have tugged on it so hard 🥺 poor baby

He spends the next day crying in bed, it feels like you've dumped him when you're both barely more than acquaintances but by this point he's formed a sort of parasocial relationship with you, and your soft tummy, that he can't get over the prospect of you even looking at other men

And so, it's decided. He's going to go, knock on your door, and talk to you.... tomorrow. One day. He will do it! Just.. not today.