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[“Nothing Personal” – FNAF 2 AU / 1987 / Fritz Smith & Dave Miller]

Notes: An old AU that I wrote a long time ago and abandoned in daft for almost a few months, but I guess I'm coming back to it? And the reader here can be considered an accomplice of William and lives under a false identity with the name "Fritz Smith," just like he does, the story only takes the setting similar to the game timeline - 1987.

12/2/1987. Graveyard shift, backroom silence.

You’re sipping from a cracked thermos, boots propped lazily on a crate of unused party hats.

Across from you, “Dave Miller” leans on the edge of a dusty shelf, arms crossed, one brow twitching as he watches you retell some dumb story Jeremy Fitzgerald told you—something about Balloon Boy and a can of spray cheese.

"You know," Dave says, voice laced in that syrupy false politeness that never quite covers the venom, "Fitzgerald’s got a real talent for making nothing sound like Shakespeare. Really riveting."

You glance at him, deadpan. “Jealous?”

He scoffs. “Of what? Your riveting bromance with a night guard whose entire personality is made of static electricity and expired chewing gum?” He raises a brow. “Hardly.”

You smirk, pushing your luck. “Hmm. You sure? You’ve been a bit twitchy every time he walks past.”

“I’m twitchy because this hellhole is infested with animatronics that want to redecorate my ribcage, not because Jeremy gave you half a donut and called you ‘bro.’”

“Dave”—you lean forward, the amusement dancing just beneath your breath—“did you seriously just say the word ‘bromance’? Who even are you?”

He goes quiet for a second. Too quiet.

Then: “Just a guy,” he mutters, not meeting your gaze. “trying not to lose what little I’ve got left.”

And just like that, the moment shifts again. The silly cracks into the solemn. The cheap fluorescent lights buzz overhead, and for a moment, you remember why you’re both hiding.

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The clock above the Parts & Service room ticked with a mocking rhythm—3:41 AM. The kind of hour where shadows stretch too long and silence feels like it's breathing behind your neck.

You sat cross-legged on the cold floor, flicking a lighter open and closed with one hand, a ritual born of boredom and anxiety. Dave stood with his shoulder leaning against a file cabinet like he owned the place, which, in a twisted sense, maybe he did.

His badge was fake. So was yours. But the way he watched everything—you, especially—felt all too real.

“So,” you said, voice low, “what’s eating you?”

He didn’t look at you at first. Just muttered, “Nothing.”

“You’ve said ‘nothing’ three times tonight, and every time it sounded more like ‘jealousy’ trying to wear a trench coat.”

His gaze snapped to you. Gray eyes flashing with something sharp. “You think I’m jealous of Fitzgerald?”

You offered him a smirk. “I think you get weirdly fidgety when he gets near me.”

Dave—William—let out a breath that was half laugh, half growl. He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it further, like he was seconds away from combusting.

“He’s annoying. Loud. Keeps leaving the hallway cameras off. One of these days, Bonnie’s gonna play peekaboo with his spleen and I won’t feel a damn thing.”

You raised a brow. “Still doesn’t explain why you keep glaring at him every time he calls me ‘Fritz’ with that stupid grin.”

Silence.

Then: “He doesn’t deserve that name coming out of his mouth.”

You paused. That caught you off guard. “...What?”

William’s voice dropped—lower, quieter, but laced with fire. “You don’t get it. That name isn’t some prop. It’s armor. It’s yours. And he—he treats it like a joke. Like all this,” he motioned around, “is a joke.”

Your breath stilled for a beat.

There it was. The truth, tangled in ego and fear.

He wasn’t just jealous. He was scared.

Scared of losing whatever fragile thread connected you to him. The only person who saw through his act, maybe even before he did.

“I’m not going anywhere, y’know,” you said, voice softer now. “Fake name or not.”

He turned away for a second, pretending to be interested in a broken Freddy head on the shelf. “You say that now.”

“I mean it,” you said firmly, rising to your feet, stepping into his space with reckless calm. “But if you want me to stop being friendly with Jeremy just because it bruises your weird, secret possessive heart—”

“It’s not possessive—”

“—then maybe stop pretending you don’t care when I sit with you instead.”

He looked at you then. Fully. The act, for just a flicker of a moment, melted. William Afton, no mask, no grin. Just the man. Ragged, brilliant, and tired.

“You know,” he murmured, “you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep...”

You leaned in, voice steady. “And you shouldn’t push people away just because you think you don’t deserve them.”

A beat. Then another. Then—

“...Fritz.” It came out like a confession. “You really do drive me insane sometimes.”

You smiled. “Good. Means I’m doing my job.”

And in the far corner of the room, a broken animatronic twitched.

But neither of you moved.

[shnarky-blogs]

"ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ?"

Hey gays.. been awhile hehe?

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You were currently walking the dark, old halls.. clutching on your crowbar that you carry around, you got separated from Mr. Crawling awhile back because the walls just shifted.

You looked around carefully and cautiously, sweat dripping down your chin despite the air in the room being really cold.

You felt eyes trailing on your skin, making the hair on the back of your neck stand, you turned your head to look back only to see nothing at all.. maybe you're just paranoid.. but the feeling of eyes following you didn't helped at all.

A shivering breath left your lips, eyes scanning around as you continued to walk, your shoulders slumped slightly, slicking your bangs back.

You blinked then the hallway became crimson red.

The room's temperature dropped down completely, you couldn't help but feel dread.

Your vision flicker and once it subsided a man with a red umbrella appeared Infront of you.. the same guy that asked for your name before.

His eyes peaked through his bangs, smiles never faltered. "Teach name?" He asked, voice almost soft like a whisper.

You remembered what the guy from the telephone said.. Never tell your name... Another shiver ran down your back, he grew close to you, leaning down to match your height.

"Name. You teach name. Teach name." His voice became more persistent. His fingers suddenly reached to your hair, caressing a strand through his slender grey fingers.

You were frozen, unable to move.. possibly from fear perhaps?..

His thumb pressed against your cheek, caressing them gently.. the touch almost Comforting, yet the lingering fear still present.

"Me like you. Teach name.. please?"

"N-no.." You managed to speak, lips quivering as the cold air touched your face.

"No?..." He asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Why? You not like me?.." He questioned demandingly, his gentle touch fading into a harsh grip on your cheek, his actions made you tremble, your lips parting to let out a whimper.. only to be shushed by a kiss.

Your eyes widen in shocked, staring at the Scarlet man with confusion along side with fear, your heart beating as his free hand wrapped around your waist.

"Me give name.. you give name too.. you like?.." He smiles, whispering close to your ear. "W-wha?.." you stared up at him in confusion only for your train of over-flodding thoughts wiped clean with another kiss, whimpers left you yet again as the strange man kept kissing you.

"Scarlettella.. me name." He spoke. "Me teach name.. you teach name now." His fingers then Interlicked with yours, pinning you against the nearest wall.

"N-no!" You stutter out, shutting your eyes tight then that familiar palm pressed against your check.

His lips now tracing down your neck, soft gasps left you. Chest rising and falling quickly than usual.

"Like you.. like you much..."

His hands crept to unbutton your raincoat.. your crowbar dropped to the cold floor, you kept your eyes shut.. unable to look at the scary man.

You suddenly felt cold... That's when you realized your clothes are gone.

"H-hey!-" You were cut off before you could even speak, you were lifted off the ground, the man's forehead touch yours, his breath fanning over your face.

"Cute... You cute.." his hands parted your thighs like the red sea, his face nuzzled into the crevice of your neck.

You felt something poke between your folds, you gasp out loudly as he began to rub his cock against your folds, your mouth open, letting out silent screams as you clung to him, your mind going black from the feeling of his base hotdogged between your folds.

"P-please.." you didn't know if you're either begging him to continue or stop.. your mind feels like jelly, practically oozing out of your ears.

Once you were wet enough he slowly slid in, "S-scarletella.." you gasp out his name, trembling against his hold.. he felt so good inside you.. you weren't supposed to like this.. but this feeling felt so good.. so addicting.

"Good?.. you good?.." Scarlettella whispered softly, kissing your neck in a comforting manner.

You weakly nodded, vision dazed as he hits your cervix - his tip kissing it almost so lovingly. "A-ahhh~... W-wait n-ngh.." You felt like your going to melt in his hands, sweat bead down your body as he grins.

"You like me.. me like you.. me like you very much!" He kissed you deeply, gripping your waist tightly, he then turned you around, your chest against the wall as he thrust into you from behind, his tip persistently pressed harder against your cervix, as if wanting to knock you up badly.

"Teach name.. please?.." he pleadingly begged.

You couldn't think straight anymore, your head too distracted from the pleasure that you slipped your name accidentally.

He smiles happily.. nuzzling into your nape as he finished inside you.

"Mine.. yours.. together forever..."

[smallestapplin]

please, i beg you, more alucard crumbs , heats of a dhampir lives rent free in my head 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Castlevania my beloved. I hope you like this! ^^

Warnings : Alucard in heat, panty sniffing, mildly feral alucard.

Minors do NOT interact!

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The Dhampir groans into his bed, blonde hair a mess around him as he squirms in his place. His body feels so hot it’s unbearable, his skin sweaty as the heat in his stomach pools. Alucard didn’t think he’d ever have heats like other vampires, hoping his human genes canceled it out, but it seems he was wrong.

He lazily lifts his head from his pillow, looking around the room and unable to stop the whimper from escaping him. You’re gone, you left, he knows you told him but he can’t recall your words he was so tired.

Alucard wiggles his way to your side of the bed, deeply inhaling your scent from your pillow, huffing out pleased sighs as just your scent soothes him just a little, but he needs more, he needs to much more. His cock twitches, aching against his pants.

Sitting up he glances around the room before golden eyes spot the underwear he had taken off you the night before, he lunges for it before he can even think.

“When did I become such a beast..” he mutters to himself, but still doesn’t pause in his movements, bringing your worn panties to his face crushing it against his nose to take deep inhales of your heady scent.

Alucard moans loudly, hips bucking into the air on their own accord. His eyes flutter shut as he indulges himself, hoping this will at least settle his instincts down before you return home.

With his free hand he moves his pants down, freeing his leaking cock, he’s quick to lube his hand up in his pre and stroking his shaft, though he swiftly loses himself, furiously fucking his fist as his dimly glowing eyes roll back.

He could imagine it was you making him feel so good, grabbing his dick and calling him your pretty boy.

“Fuuuck.”

He groans out. His long tongue sliding from his open mouth to lick at the crotch of your underwear in hopes of just finding the faintest taste of your slick. Oh to mark you, claim you as his, drown you once more in his scent, his love, his mate.

The put together dhampir finds himself falling over the edge, his cum coating his hand and stomach, but he can’t stop the primal urge for more, your panties aren’t enough, his hand isn’t enough-

“Oh my poor sweet boy.”

He jumps from the bed at the sound of your cooing, though you don’t make it any further into the room nor even close the door before he’s on you, tackling you to the floor in a feral need.

“H-hey wait a moment!-“ you whine feeling his fangs brushing against the skin of your neck with each wet kiss he gives you.

“Missed you. Need you.” He’s breathless, but his previous orgasm does little to make him wait.

You bite your lip muffling your needy mewl. His bare cock furiously rutting against your clothes pussy. He’s so needy, so divine like this, his skin has a light sheen with sweat, his cheeks flushed, eyes glowing, and his pretty hair a mess, he looks like a pretty slut.

All for you.

Rare for him to be so mindless and needy, even rarer for him to fuck you so hard, ever the gentle lover.

But as Alucard rips your clothes from your body, harshly whispering out ‘I need you.’ Against your lips, you can’t find it in you to complain, far from it actually.

[0o-junebug-o0]

Hihi! I adore your work! I was wondering if you could write a (sub) Spencer x (soft Dom) Reader smut,

where Spencer is feeling comfortable in hands tied bondage after Hankel situation!

"Tie Me Up"

Here you go!! I had fun writing this one! It was a nice break from school work haha

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, bondage, references to spencer's kidnapping, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, handjobs, oral sex (r!receiving), face sitting, nipple play, multiple orgasms, gn!reader (reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare, cuddling

wordcount: 3k

“I want you to tie me up.”

Your head shoots up and you look across the room at Spencer with wide eyes, confused. “What?”

He flushes and his eyes dart to the side before moving back to your face. “I, um, I want you to tie me up,” he says, sounding a bit less confident this time.

You nod slowly, trying to wrap your head around Spencer’s sudden proposal. You haven’t done anything like this in a while, not since before he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. You can’t help but feel a little concerned at his request, you don’t want him to push himself to do something he’s not comfortable with just because you enjoy it.

“Are you sure?” you ask warily. “You know I wouldn’t mind if we never do that again.”

“Do you not want to?” Spencer asks, sounding more nervous than before.

You shake your head. “No, no, that’s not it,” you reassure him. “I just—“ you pause, trying to find the right words. “I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for. All I meant was that if you’re never ready, that’s fine. I’d completely understand if you’d never want to be tied up again after—“

“I want to,” Spencer interrupts. 

“Okay,” you say.

“I miss it.”

You nod. Your gaze falls to his beautiful hands where they rest in his lap as he plays with his fingers. You’ve missed it too. “And you’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You have to promise me that if you stop feeling good you’ll tell me immediately,” you insist.

Spencer nods, a shy smile crossing his face. “I know. I remember.” You shoot him a pointed look and he adds, “I promise.”

You nod and pat your thigh. “Come here,” you command softly.

Spencer immediately scrambles to get out of his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He pauses for a moment, looking between the couch and the floor, knowing each option is available and welcomed, before settling on his knees on the ground in front of you. You smile and reach out to run a hand through his hair. He hums softly, his eyes slipping closed, and presses his head into your palm. 

“My beautiful boy,” you sigh.

He opens his eyes and takes your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, making eye contact with you as he does.

You lean forward to rest your elbows on your knees and stare intently into Spencer’s eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or apprehension. Finding none, you nod. “When do you want me to tie you up, sweetheart?” you ask softly.

“Now,” he whispers. “Please.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and let your gaze fall to the growing bulge in his pants. He clearly wants this and that reassures you. “Okay,” you agree. Spencer smiles brightly up at you. “But, we’re going to go slow, do you understand?”

Spencer nods obediently.

“I won’t tie you up completely today, we’ll just start with your hands.”

Spencer opens his mouth, you think maybe to argue, but you shoot him a look and he closes it. “This is non-negotiable,” you say. “I don’t feel comfortable completely tying you up again yet. I know you feel ready but I don’t want to risk it.”

Spencer nods, looking deep into your eyes.

“And I’m going to use a knot you can undo yourself if you need to. Also non-negotiable, I want you to be able to free yourself the moment you need to without having to wait for me to untie you myself or cut you free. Do you understand?”

Spencer nods again.

“Words, Spencer.”

“Yes,” he says, his voice breathy with obvious arousal.

You smirk and whisper, “Good boy.”

A soft whimper escapes Spencer’s lips at the praise and the sound drives you crazy. You push yourself off the couch and stand still for a moment, just admiring the way Spencer stares up at you so desperately. “C’mon, beautiful, follow me.” Immediately, Spencer scrambles to his feet and follows you like a lovesick puppy to your shared bedroom.

You stop in the middle of the room and turn around to face Spencer. You look him up and down, he looks gorgeous, but he’s wearing way too many clothes. “Strip,” you command, and Spencer instantly obeys. You watch with a pleased smile as Spencer practically rips off his clothes, so eager for you to touch him. The sight of him naked and hard makes your stomach flip and sends heat shooting between your legs. You can feel yourself starting to soak through your underwear, seeing Spencer naked never fails to drive you crazy. 

You close the gap between you in a single step and kiss him gently, wrapping your arms around his waist. He sighs happily against your lips and his hands shoot up to cup your face. You let your hands slip down to grab handfuls of his ass and you pull him up against your hips, making him moan into your mouth. You slip your tongue between his lips and Spencer eagerly follows your lead. Spencer’s hands fall from your cheeks to paw at your shirt and you break the kiss for a moment to let him pull it over your head.

Heat rushes through your body as you continue to kiss him and you maneuver him around, guiding him back until his knees hit the bed. Spencer breaks the kiss with a gasp as he stumbles slightly, falling until he’s sitting on the bed, supporting his weight on his arms. He stares up at you with wide, lust-blown eyes and pouts slightly when you move away.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” you coo, quickly ridding yourself of your pants and soaked underwear. You walk over to the dresser and open the drawer in which you both keep your toys. You grab the red silk rope and glance over your shoulder at him as you hold it up. “You wanted me to tie you up, remember?”

Spencer’s eyes get impossibly wider and he nods rapidly. “Yes, please. Want it,” he gasps. 

“Aw, baby,” you purr. “You’re so desperate already that you can barely speak.”

Spencer nods again and his cock twitches in his lap, but he’s a good boy and doesn’t touch himself. You unravel the small ball of rope as you walk back over to him. As you get closer you can hear Spencer’s breathing pick up with excitement. You love seeing him like this, you can feel your arousal clinging to your thighs.

You stop in front of him and say, “Hands.”

Spencer lifts his hands and holds them out to you, wrists pressed together and palms facing each other but leaving a few inches between them. His breath hitches and he stares intently at his hands. You pause and glance down, noticing his erection has flagged slightly. You look back up and into his eyes and see some apprehension. You smile softly at him and flip his hands so his palms are facing the ceiling before resting the rope in them. Spencer looks up at you, his brow slightly furrowed with confusion. 

“Hold the rope,” you say soothingly. “Feel it.”

Spencer nods, despite clearly still being confused, and closes his hands around the rope. You watch in silence for a moment as he runs the rope through his fingers and stares at it.

“It’s soft, isn’t it?” you ask, though you know he's familiar with this rope already. Spencer nods in response, still playing with the rope. “You’ll be able to free yourself at any time,” you continue. “You’re home, you’re safe. I’m going to take care of you.”

Spencer purses his lips in one of his closed-mouth smiles. “Thank you,” he whispers, still looking at the rope even though his hands have stilled.

“Do you still want to do this?” you ask softly.

“Yeah,” Spencer whispers. He hands you the rope and looks back up at you. You smile at him and reach out to cup the back of his neck with your free hand, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Spencer’s hands lower to hold your waist and you set the rope on the bed and climb into his lap as the kiss begins to increase in intensity. You can feel him getting hard again underneath you and you moan at the feeling as arousal burns through your body. 

You grind your hips against his, letting his cock rub up against you, and Spencer gasps weakly into your mouth. His hands slide down to grab your ass and you groan. His hips buck beneath you and it takes a tremendous amount of self-control to pull away. Spencer pouts as you climb off of him but it quickly disappears when you pick the rope back up. 

He immediately holds his hands out again but you guide him back until he’s lying in the middle of the bed, propped up slightly on your pillows. He raises his arms above his head, and you whisper soft praises to him as you wrap the rope around his wrists and one of the slats of the headboard. You tie a simple quick-release single-column knot and slip the part of the rope that allows for the quick release into Spencer’s hand. He gives you a dopey smile and you press a quick kiss to his beautiful lips. 

“If you need to get out, you tell me and pull on that, okay?” you instruct.

Spencer nods happily, squirming and tugging gently on the rope around his wrists.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” he gasps.

“Good boy,” you coo and his hips buck into the air.

You place your hand on one of his hips and dig your thump into the dip just next to the bone. Spencer gasps and writhes at the feeling. You smirk at him and swing your leg over him to straddle his thighs, sitting just below his cock. You hold both of his hips to support yourself as you slowly start to grind against him, rubbing your clit on his thigh. 

Spencer whines your name, staring at you with wide pleading eyes as you avoid touching his cock in favor of your own pleasure. “Please!” he gasps. “Please! I need you!”

“Yeah?” you tease. “What do you need me to do baby?”

“Need you to touch me!” he begs.

You remove your hands from his hips, sliding them up over his stomach to his chest. You rub your thumbs over his nipples and Spencer moans. The sound travels like a shock of electricity through your body. You pinch his nipples between your fingers and his hips jerk beneath you, knocking his thigh against your clit, making you moan. You can feel how wet you’ve gotten him. “N–not like that,” he whines, his words interrupted by moans as you toy with him.

“No?” you ask, feigning ignorance. “Where do you want me to touch you baby?”

“My–“ You pinch his nipples again and he’s once again interrupted by the sound of his own pleasure. “My cock!” he begs. “Want you to touch my cock!”

“Aw, baby,” you tease breathlessly. “You—“ You moan as his hips buck again, pressing his thigh harder against you. “You should have said so.”

Spencer whines pathetically at your teasing but the sound is soon transformed into a moan as you wrap your hand around his cock. He gasps your name over and over as you stroke him. He squirms and writhes beneath you. You can see the muscles of his arms tensing as he tries to reach down to touch you but is stopped by the rope. You notice the quick release has fallen from his hand, so, still stroking him, you reach up and give it back to him. He doesn’t pull it so you keep touching him. 

“So good! So good!” Spencer gasps. “Love you! Love you so much!”

You rise up onto your knees and, bracing your free hand against the bed, lean forward and kiss him, continuing to stoke him despite the awkward angle. “I love you too, baby,” you whisper between kisses. You kiss across his jaw, down his neck, and back up to his ear. “Such a good boy for me. My good boy.”

Spencer whimpers desperately. “’M close! ‘M so close!”

You remove your hand and settle back onto his thighs, watching as Spencer whimpers and writhes in disappointment as he’s unable to cum. He whines your name and you press a kiss to his chest. “You wanna cum, pretty boy?”

He nods desperately, his hair sticking to his beautifully flushed face.

“Yeah? Well, I want to cum too,” you taunt.

Spencer’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open as if anticipating what you’re going to say. His chest rises and falls heavily with each panted breath.

“So eager,” you tease and Spencer nods frantically.

“Please!” he gasps.

“You want me to sit on your face, baby?”

“Yes!” Spencer cries. “Please!” 

You smile. You can feel him squirming with desperation beneath you. You press another kiss to his chest and slowly crawl up his body until you’re straddling his face, your knees braced on either side of his arms. Spencer whines and whimpers, tugging on the rope with his desperation to touch you. 

“Remember, sweetheart,” you say softly. Spencer stares hungrily at where your cunt hovers just over his mouth. “Snap if you need me off.”

“Yes!” he gasps, and, without giving a chance to prepare, lifts his head to run his tongue over you.

A strangled gasp leaves you as pleasure shoots through your body and you sink until you’re almost completely sitting on Spencer’s mouth, the way you know he likes it. Your hands shoot up to grab the headboard as you curl forward from the pleasure. Spencer eats you out with a fervor unique to him, practically devouring you. He pulls gasps and moans from your chest as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Then he’s wrapping his lips around it and sucking in a way that has you seeing stars. He mouths hungrily at you, alternating between licking and sucking your clit and pressing his tongue inside you. 

“Spencer!” you gasp. You grind yourself down onto his tongue, unable to help yourself, and Spencer moans into you. The vibrations send pleasure shooting through your body. He removes his tongue and returns to sucking on your clit, moaning consistently. With how turned on you are, it doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to start traveling up your spine. 

“Fuck! Such a good boy! Doing so good! Feels so good!” you moan. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum!”

At your words, Spencer begins to eat you out with an even greater intensity and soon your climax is slamming into you. You gasp his name, as your whole body shakes with the intensity of it. Spencer works you through it until you’re panting and gasping and when you pull off of him to sit beside his head, his face is soaked and he smiles up at you happily. 

“Fuck, Spencer,” you groan. “You’re so good at that.”

He licks his lips and whimpers. You see his hips jerk out of the corner of your eye and you smirk at him. You quickly reach around and grab a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. You hold it up to show him and Spencer’s eyes widen.

“Please!” he gasps. “Oh, fuck! Please! Want you to fuck me! Please!”

You chuckle slightly and tear open the packaging. Spencer whimpers and gasps your name as you roll the condom over his cock. You stroke him a few times and he thrusts weakly into your hand. 

You swing your leg over him, grab his cock to line him up, and quickly sink down onto him. You both moan simultaneously at the feeling and it feels so good you have to take a second to just breathe. You rest your hands on Spencer’s chest and slowly push yourself onto your knees before sinking back down. A delicious moan tears itself from Spencer’s and his eyes flutter shut with pleasure. You can tell he won’t last long, but you’re still so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you won’t either. 

Moans and incoherent babbles pour from Spencer’s lips as you ride him. His hips thrust up to meet you on each downstroke, slamming his cock right into that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You moan and gasp his name and praise him as you fuck him. Heat once again rises in your body as you get close and you can tell from the way Spencer’s whole body twitches, he’s close too. You drop yourself back down as his hips rise to meet yours and suddenly he’s cumming, and the sound of his moans and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you has you cumming too.

You clench around him, grinding down on his cock, as you work both of you through it. Once your orgasm fades, you fall forward, resting your head on Spencer’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin and the way his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. You press a soft kiss to his skin before sitting back up with a groan and lifting yourself off of him. Spencer whines weakly at the feeling and you press your forehead against his for a moment to soothe him. You pull away and remove the condom, quickly tying it off and dropping it into the tiny trashcan you keep beside your bed for this exact reason. 

With the condom disposed of, you reach up to tug on the quick release. The knot unravels easily and Spencer opens his eyes as the rope slips off his wrists. You toss the rope aside and take his hands in yours. “You did so good, Spencer,” you coo. “I’m so proud of you.” Spencer smiles up at you contentedly as you massage his hands and wrists. You slowly lower his arms to rest on his chest, whispering praises as you rub and squeeze them to encourage blood flow. 

After a few minutes, Spencer curls up against your side with a sigh and you lay down next to him, massaging his hands until he falls asleep.

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you're so needy, baby

first actual post, be kind!

tags: mommy kink, sub! choso, smut, begging, afab reader but reader is nb coded, reader is mixed coded but there's nothing pertaining to race tho outwardly, begging, cockwarming, needy!choso, dom!reader, 18+

also i tried my best but there's going to be spelling error and shit, i'm only one person and im sorry. Also decided to end it early because I don’t think that it’s that good. But if you want me to actually finish it, shoot me an ask.

word count: ~1.7k

It started that you wanted to play your game, and Choso kept asking for attention. He kept standing by your side even though you just started your new quest in your game. It was going to take awhile. You kept looking up at him when you saw him shuffling side to side from the corner of your eyes.

"Cho," You voice soft, this was your first forreal day off that you didn't have to do errands or still go on missions. You wanted to play your game. It's been weeks. "What is it that you need, baby?"

Your boyfriend just silently pulled at your sleeve, giving you a pout.

"If you want something, you have to tell me, I can't read minds." You pause your game and full turn to face the poor curse.

"I just..." His voice so quiet and sounds? Whiny? "I really miss you, Mommy."

oh. Oh.

"You miss Mommy, baby?" You coo, your face splitting into a toothy grin. You watch him nod, his face flushing such a pretty shade of pink.

"We...we haven't done it in so long," His voice was most definitely whiny. He wasn't wrong, since you were sent on back to back missions, all you did when you got home was just...sleep. The only thing you two did for the past couple weeks was scattered blows and handies. You understood where he was coming from.

But you really wanted to play your game. You also happened to look down, and see that Choso was half hard in the joggers you bought him. A bright idea crossed your mind, making you giggle slightly. It was perfect.

"How about this," You purr, your hands reach out and caress his stomach through his shirt. You watch as his body tensed and breath hitched. It made you smile softly. He's such a needy boy.

"I'll warm your cock, baby. I'll sit on your cock, and you be good for Mommy, okay?" You watch as his face twist in lust and confusion.

"Let Mommy play their game for one hour, okay? If you don't move and be a good boy, Mommy will let you fuck their hole however you want to, sound okay, Cho?"

Choso's face brightened up, you watched as his cock gave an interested twitch in the joggers.

"So... I can fuck Mommy if I'm good?" His voice was too cute, it was so hopeful and happy.

You nod, your lips giving your boyfriend a small smile of encouragement. "But, you're not allowed to move in me for one full hour. If you're able to do that, then yes." You really wanted to clarify the last part. You still really wanted to play your game.

Choso nodded, his face bright pink in lust and his facial expression showed so much excitement. You get off your office chair and motion for him to sit in it. You watch as he clammers into the chair, his hands fidgeting in his lap. His pants was still on…now that just won’t do.

You decided to pull the chair out from the desk, his hands grabbing on to the arm rests of your chair as you move him back. You move the chair far enough that you can slot yourself between the desk and your boyfriend, with space to move. You bend down to gently tug at Choso’s pants, pulling softly at each pant leg to get your point across. He dutifully lifts up his hips and you pull his pants down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Oh you, slut. No underwear? You’re so needy, baby!” You laugh, not maliciously but out of surprise. Generally he always kept his underwear on even at home, it was a habit he picked up from living with Yuuji before coming to live with you. He’s so desperate. It was so cute.

Choso nodded, his flushed face deepening in color. “I missed you so much, Mommy.” Your heart fluttered, god he was so cute. You were wearing one of your boxers only, so you swiftly pulled them off and tossed them off to your bed which was next to your desk. You watched as your boyfriend’s cock jumped, his cock almost all the way hard just from taking off both of your bottoms.

“This only works if you’re fully hard, so I’m gonna suck on it okay? Don’t move, okay? Be a good boy.” He gulped, his blush went down his neck and to his chest.

You didn’t wait for a response, you carefully dropped to your knees so you don’t land on your boyfriend’s feet. You looked back up at his face, looking at his lust filled eyes as you carefully brought the tip of his cock to your lips. Choso gasped quietly as you began to go down on him, your brain storing all his beautiful sounds in your memory bank for later. You sucked as much as you could comfortably fit in your mouth, making sure not to swallow around his hard length. After all, it’s just to make sure he’s completely hard not to actually get him off. You pulled back and went down again, doing this action a handful more times. Each time you took a bit more of his length in your mouth than the last. By this point Choso began panting, his mouth was open and he was mewling pathetically at the attention that you were giving him. You watched as his face began to scrunch up, his eyebrows furrowing cutely as he whined softly and gripped the arms of your desk chair.

You decide to pull off, which caused Choso to whimper. “Mommy, you felt so good though!” Choso was adorable, his eyes had tears in the corners from the stimulation.

“I know baby, but I told you I just wanted to just get you hard so you can slide in my hole, remember?” You were teasing him, you hand coming to gently stroke the tip of his cock. You felt his cock twitch in your hand deliciously, making you smile up at him. “Only for an hour, okay?”

You stood up and pulled up your shirt a little, it was baggy and you didn’t want it to catch on his cock or anything else. You leaned down a little bit and kissed Choso, your lips only going for a peck then pulling away. It was adorable seeing the poor curse trying to follow your lips. You turned around and felt Choso’s hands grab at your back, massaging your rolls lovingly as you pulled the chair closer to the desk with one hand. It was nice, your boyfriend didn’t care what you looked like, he loved your fat stomach, all your stretch marks and cellulite. It made you so happy that Choso genuinely love you for you, and wasn’t an asshole or embarrassed by you being fat. It made your heart soft when you felt his right hand snake its way to your front and rubbed at your stretch mark covered apron belly. You loved him so much. Without much prompting, you reached between your legs and aimed Choso’s cock to your now sopping wet hole. You carefully sat down, sheathing his length inch by inch. It took you a couple moments since your boyfriend was so big, but you finally bottomed out and was fully seated in his lap. Behind you though, you hear Choso gasping and felt him grip at your stomach. You looked behind your shoulder and saw his face was completely blissed out but also tortured. Your boyfriend’s face was so flushed, and his lips were parted and had drool partially leaking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby you feel so good around me.” Choso gasped out, his eyebrows furrowing as he opened his eyes to look at yours. “Love your hole, Mommy! It makes my cock feel so good!”

You smile softly as you lean back to give him a kiss. You sloppily landed it on his nose, since that was as close as you could get, but nonetheless you turn back around. You shifted a little, getting a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs. The moment made both of you sigh, his shaft was hitting your insides Perfectly, and your hole was clenching around his shaft so good. It was then that you realized with a laugh that you were still too far away from the desk, Not too far away, but too much so that you couldn’t reach your keyboard well enough to actually play.

“Baby?” You ask, your head turning around to look at your boyfriend. “You can move me for a minute or two if you scoot the chair up closer to the desk.”

“Move you on my cock?” Choso sounded so excited.

“Yep! Only for a minute or two, then I’ll play my game. But I can’t play this far away from the keyboard.” You blink at Choso as he smiled at you as he did what you ask in a heartbeat. You felt yourself and him scoot across the hardwood floor in a smooth motion, his thighs clenching as he flexed his legs to propel forward. Choso propelled you two enough so you can reach your keyboard and pull it closer to you. He left enough room so your stomach wasn’t digging into the desk, he was so considerate. God you loved him.

“Okay, you can move for only two minutes then you’ll let me play, okay?” You grinned at Choso as you felt him grab at your hips and sides, and hefted you up. Since he was a half-curse, his strength was able to carry you with no problems. He swiftly brought you down, your ass smacking against his pelvis with a loud slap. You grab at your desk as he lifted you up and began a brutal pace. You were left moaning helplessly. Your body jolting with each time Choso meeting you halfway. You look at your desktop and see that two minutes has passed and you reach down and grab at Choso’s legs, making him come to a halt.

“Baby, that’s two minutes.” You grinned wolfishly.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Elden Ring - Messmer x Listener SFW Giving Comfort And Care To Touch-Starved Messmer

[M4A] [Reverse comfort] [Touch-starved Messmer] [Feelings confession] [First kiss] [Mentions of Messmer's abandonment by his mother] [Potential DLC spoilers] [Listener left ambiguous so can be non-tarnished, or tarnished who's made peace with Messmer]

So remeber how the first Astarion audio I made was done 3 hours after I found out he had sad lore in him and consumed every cutscene and read up on his lore and recorded an audio that night? Well... the same might have happened again. An artist I follow on Twitter (thank you ProxysArt) has been drawing and retweeting other drawings of him and I thought he was pretty and all but then I saw that his lore was sad and well... I went and did it again, watched every video I could find, read all the lore I could find on fanwikis, and recorded this a couple hours later. While I'm familiar with Elden Ring, I've never played it, only fell down some lore rabbit holes a couple years ago, but didn't remember much so apologies if I got any lore wrong. I've tried to also make this understandable without you needing to know anything about Elden Ring.

Because I recorded this yesterday and it wasn't planned in advance, I didn't have enough time to draw a thumbnail image. The image is a screenshot from Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree. Though honestly I have noticed that videos with photos or official images instead of my artwork seem to do better? I don't know if that's the algorithm pushes them more or non-subscribers are more enticed by photos instead of drawings?

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[nonbinairyboi]

Summary: Frankie’s support is necessary when your symptoms flare.

Written for @cosmic-kid-in-motion / @romanarose Disability Visibility Event

Shoutout to @joelmillerisapunk and @probablyreadinsmut for helping me with the graphics when I got insecure

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x disabled! afab reader (no pronouns used)

Word Count: ~2.5

A/N: May or not be based on real life with the substitution of Frankie for my partner (which should show you how amazing my partner is). I was diagnosed with EDS and later POTS so this is my experience. Others may have different experiences :) all are valid

Tags/Warnings: Disabled!reader, Reader has POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome) or ME/CFS (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) since they can have similar symptoms I am leaving it up to y’all, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Brief Smut, Cozy Fluff, Let me know if I missed something

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Stumbling

A small smile crept over your face as the open window blew the curtain, widening the stream of lazy sunlight falling onto Frankie’s messy curls, making his eyebrows scrunch as the light hit his eyes.

You clapped your hand over your mouth to try and cover the sleepy giggles his distress prompted out of you. His mouth formed into a forced exaggerated pout before a smirk overtook his features, matching your goofy expression as he cracked open his eyes.

“Morning, baby.” You said. 

Frankie’s groan turned into a whine as he stretched before he curled himself into you, nestling his nose into your neck. 

“Mmmm.” You exclaimed, curling yourself around him as his hand snaked its way under your shirt, cupping your breast and squeezing.

Your fingers curled into his hair as you hooked your leg around him to pull him closer, feeling his hardness press against you through your sweatpants. 

“Take a shower with me?” He asked, nipping at your earlobe playfully.

“Is that a hint about how I smell?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows and looking down at him.

His soft laugh filled the room as he lightly ran his hands down your ribs and dug his fingers in as you squirmed away.

“It was more about me, but… if the shoe fits.” He grinned into your shoulder, kissing the skin peeking out of your top.

Shoving his shoulder, you rolled on top of him and pinned his arms above his head briefly as you leaned in and captured his lips before scrunching your nose and pulling back.

“Toothpaste?” You suggested.

“Toothpaste.” Frankie confirmed, smacking your ass as you clumsily climbed off of him and headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower before grabbing both of your toothbrushes and getting them ready. 

He joined a moment later with fresh towels, hanging them up in preparation as you both brushed your teeth together. Your eyes met in the mirror, the intimacy scrunching lines around your eyes in happiness.

Stepping into the shower, you hissed at the temperature, reaching out to adjust it as Frankie slid in behind you. The week had been stressful and exhausting but feeling him crowd behind you made all of that take a backseat. As he tried to shuffle you around to get some water, you lightly smacked his shoulder.

“Let me do a twirl first.” You said, a goofy grin lighting up his face as you did just that, spraying him with water as your head tilted.

“Ok, ok, my turn.” He insisted, moving you to the side. 

As soon as he submerged himself fully, you grabbed him, pulling him towards you and molding your lips to his, sloppily kissing as the water came down around you.

His hands skimmed your sides, greedily palming your breasts as you grabbed his hips, pulling them towards you, a low groan forced out of his throat at the contact. Frankie placed open mouthed kisses down your jaw to the base of your throat.

A strange feeling of nausea passed through you as he did it, but you pushed it down, determined to focus on the other sensations he was causing as your bodies slipped against each other in the rising heat of the shower.

His fingers slipped between you, parting your folds and moaning at the wetness there. You squealed as he pushed your back flush with the cold tile.

“Sorry baby” he mumbled as he turned the shower head towards the wall in an attempt to warm up the wall.

His fingers were insistent, rubbing you just right before impatiently pushing inside, a choked noise escaping his throat at your drawn out moan.

The sensations overwhelmed you but you convinced yourself that it was just the unfiltered need building inside, pushing away his hand and bringing him closer, your leg hiked over his hip, opening you to him, both of you breathily moaning as he pushed inside. 

Your breaths turned ragged as he continued, both of you kissing each other desperately.

You suddenly became uncomfortably aware of the feelings building in your body that you had been trying to ignore. The heat of the room was crawling up your body heavily. His body against yours was suddenly a too-heavy weight against your chest, your heart rate skyrocketing in a decidedly non-sexy way. Your vision started to swim with dark spots as you pushed him away, gasping for breath.

“Baby, I don’t feel good. I need to lie down.” You gasped out frantically.

You saw his face twist into concern in an instant, his erection taking a backseat as his eyes searched yours.

“I need to wash my hair first, but I need to do it fast.” You rushed out.

He looked sceptical but nodded quickly, handing you the shampoo before grabbing your body wash. As you messily scrubbed the product into your scalp, he rubbed you down with suds, the sexual tension sucked from the room despite his palms caressing you with efficiency.

“Armpits, please. Quickly.” You gasped as your limbs began to feel like weights, wanting to pull you to the floor.

He quickly helped you lift your arms and lather you up before helping you into the spray to wash you off. Attempting to quell the pull of the floor, you squeezed your eyes shut but it seemed to only enhance the feeling.

“Ok, ok, let me out, I need to go.” You said, pushing past him. 

He tried to help you, wrapping his arms around you to stabilize you, but you pushed him away, blind to the helpless defeat on his face.

“It’s making it worse. I just need to lay down.” You insisted, grabbing a towel and throwing it on the ground before sinking to your knees on top of it, laying yourself fully flat on your stomach as the room tilted around you. 

“Baby, go to the bed!” He pleaded, stepping out of the shower.

“Can’t make it right now. I just need a second,” you panted, “Just finish your shower please. PLEASE.”

You heard him suck in a breath, but you could only focus on leveling your breathing as you felt him lay another towel on top of you before retreating. The spots in your vision reminded you of the children’s book “The Big Orange Splot”. It was an unhelpful analogy as the ‘splots’ were black and numerous and no kids were around, but it was the only thought that was running through your frantic brain at the moment. The weight on your chest had reached new heights and each breath was a struggle with your racing heart.

Squeezing your eyes shut again, consciousness slowly began to fully envelop you, red hot embarrassment crawling up your spine.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You had felt better for over a year, and yet here you were, sprawled on the floor, butt-ass naked, shaking slightly as your boyfriend tried to finish his shower with the blue balls you had just given him.

“Will you help me dry my hair when you’re done?” You asked weakly from the floor.

“I can, baby, but I think maybe you should just lay down on the bed.” He said tentatively.

“I’m starting to feel a bit better. I think I could sit in the chair. Please, I’m sorry.” 

“Of course, baby. You don’t need to be sorry.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s my fucking fault. I should have known. You’ve been saying you haven’t been feeling well. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” You mumbled, feeling useless.

You fought the tears beginning to sting in your eyes. Hearing the water shut off, you pushed yourself onto your knees into a sloppy child’s pose, trying to regain your equilibrium. 

“Don’t get up to fast, I’ll be right there.” You heard through the curtain.

Suddenly desperate to prove your independence, you stood shakily, wrapping the towel around you as you stumbled out of the room. Drying yourself off, you grabbed a shirt and underwear, shrugging into them before collapsing into the plush chair at your desk. Frankie joined you a minute later, pulling on boxers before plugging in your hairdryer. Before turning it on, he pulled your chin towards him, forcing you to meet his eyes. You hoped the glassy look had faded slightly, holding back tears again as you saw the openness in his eyes. 

“I’m ok.” You said quietly, letting your gaze fall to your lap.

Frankie took his time, cradling your neck as he dried your hair for you, tilting you the way he needed you as you let your eyes slip closed. 

Once he was satisfied, he turned off the hairdryer, running his hand down the side of your face. You smiled lightly before getting up, leaning in for a quick peck before lowering yourself onto the bed. Hiding your face in the pillow, you decided that you could give yourself some grace and not force yourself to face the reality that your symptoms were flaring and here to stay for the foreseeable future. 

“I’ll be right back.” Frankie murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your head on his way out of the room.

Laying still, you tried to breathe deeply without triggering more tears as your mind spiraled. You loved Frankie, but relying on Frankie for your every need made you feel useless.

Gaining back your independence over the last few years had felt like screaming and clawing your way to the top of the steepest cliff only to find out it was just a low ledge of a much bigger mountain. The idea of sliding back down made your lip start trembling and your eyes water. You bit down on your lower lip, hoping to stop the inevitable flood from escaping.

Frankie was sweet, but everyone got tired. He might grow fatigued. Your health affected his life so centrally. It made it so that it was hard for you to support him if his health, mental or physical, took a turn, which made you feel like the shittiest partner. He could grow to resent you, even if that wasn’t his intention. 

Your thoughts were tearing down the levy you had tried to build, more tears springing to your eyes and making your nose scrunch. Hastily, you turned on your side away from the door, hoping to quell the emotional wave before Frankie came back and saw your face. 

He was somehow blaming himself despite the fact that you had been enthusiastic and had wanted to shower with him. If he saw you cry, he might feel worse and you couldn’t put that on him.

On top of the out-of-body vertigo-like feeling you were having, your head had begun to have a deep throbbing sensation and your joints pulsed with an ache that didn’t budge as you tried to contort yourself into different positions. 

Your breath was still hard to catch as your heart fluttered, beating out of rhythm uncomfortably. Time seemed to simultaneously speed up and slow down, leaving you disoriented as your eyes tried to focus separately like futuristic binoculars. A deep seductive fatigue settled over you, but you were too uncomfortable to give in.

You lost your sense of time, snapped back to the present only with the squeaking of your bedroom door.

Frankie emerged, letting your cat, Pilot, in with him. Your eyes were still focused on the ceiling as he placed a few items on the bed beside you.

“I want you to drink that Gatorade baby. And eat these pickles for the salt. I have water for later too, ok?” Frankie said.

A new wave of tears washed over you at the gesture. You fucked up his morning and yet here he was beside you, thinking of everything.

“Thank you, baby.” You breathed, trying to calm your breath again before turning over. You sipped the Gatorade slowly, focusing on Frankie’s big brown eyes as they roamed over you with concern. You braced yourself for the taste-clash of the sugary drink and the salty pickles and were surprised when you realized that the sugar hadn’t really registered and that the salt of the pickles simply seemed to quell a strange thirst within you without grossing you out with the switch of taste.

Draining the last of your drink, you settled yourself onto your back as Frankie cleared everything away. Four heavy paws padded their way onto your chest, making you groan. How did every cat have a radar for exactly where your nipples were and just HAD to step right on them? Your irritation quickly faded as Pilot settled on your chest, the real-life weight of him starting to calm the frantic intangible one you had been feeling before.

You felt the bed dip with Frankie’s body as he snuggled close to you, his arm laying lightly across you as he stroked Pilot’s fur. 

“I’m feeling a little better now,” you murmured, “just kinda fatigued.”

“Rest, baby. We have nothing to do today. We can just lay here.” Frankie muttered, kissing your cheek softly.

“You should still go see the boys today, I just might need to stay home.” You stated, not wanting to be the cause of Frankie missing a meet up that had already been delayed.

“I’ll think about it. Just lay here with me now. It’ll be ok.”

Frankie’s words lulled you slowly back to a lazy rest. 

You spent the day lazily by his side before you forced him to go and hang with the boys for at least an hour, content with your view of him getting dressed.

“I’ll be back soon.” He promised, his hands carding through your hair before he leaned on to kiss your forehead.

“Don’t rush. I’ll probably be napping anyway.” You assured him.

As soon as he left, you sat up to drink some of the water he had left you before sinking back down into the mattress and pulling a slightly disgruntled Pilot close to you to curl up with.

You let yourself slowly slip into a hazy nap, consciousness coming and going in rhythmic spurts.

The sleepiness of the day had started to abate as the afternoon crept along, and you were about to reach for your phone when you heard the front door open, a smile overtaking your face at the sound.

“Did you have fun?” You asked when Frankie finally appeared.

“Mmm,” he grunted, settling in close to you, making you giggle.

He updated you on the latest antics of Will, Ben and Santi, your smile growing as you saw his own smile bloom retelling the stories. 

Your hand began slowing scratching across his chest instinctually when he was done. Hiking your leg over him, you pulled him closer and started kissing his neck, a low groan escaping him.

Your hands became more insistent, the need from the morning still burning under your skin.

“I want to, baby, but I’m not sure that’s the best idea.” He said breathily.

“I’m feeling better now,” you whined, “plus, we won’t be standing up.”

Frankie rolled over to look into your eyes, assessing your truthfulness. You saw his eyes darken once they’d found their answer.

“Ok baby,” he growled, rolling on top of you, “you just lie there and let me do all the work. Let me take care of you.” 

You squealed as he leaned in and nipped at your neck and rolled his hips.

You knew he’d always take care of you.

[sunnypopoki]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —

[ 𝗔 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼���𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 … ]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ! ɪᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇᴅ! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜʟᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴏʀ/ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ? ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ.

𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙀𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙋𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝙔 𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 (𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙈𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙/𝙌𝙪𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙫) 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈 𝙈𝙀!!! 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩. 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮.

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☆- angst, ♢- fluff, 〇- mature

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 〇

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 (𝘈𝘔𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 〇

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘝𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 (𝘈𝘔𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : TBW

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯��𝘦𝘭 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

⦾ ━ 𝘔𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 (𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) | 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 : 〇♢☆

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

⦾ ━ “𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵” (𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : TBW

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𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘰 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

⦾ ━ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 (𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

⦾ ━ “𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴” (𝘔𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬 𝘹 𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) : 𝘛𝘉𝘞

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

⦾ ━ 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥! 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.

[nanamis-bigtie]

I put together a list of my favorite gender neutral (including afab and amab) & nonbinary reader y/n fics. It's mostly Nanami-Higuruma-Kusakabe but there are sporadically other characters and fandoms interwoven. Not all of fics were labelled as such by their authors but I read them all and can guarantee they fall into either gn or nb category. I'll be updating the list whenever I find something that will occupy my head rent-free. If you found my rec list helpful, show creators from it the love and feedback they deserve ❤

JUJUTSU KAISEN

↬ "how long have i been asleep?" by @husbandograveyard ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ “open your mouth for me, baby” by @ohnococo ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ “sorry for the cuddling. i’m usually not that clingy.” by @husbandograveyard ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ a calm weekend at least by @/clumsyraccoon ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ a lesson in humility (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ nanami & gojo x afab reader, nsfw

↬ accidentally saying ‘i love you’ during sex by @webism ↬ higuruma x gn reader, nsfw

↬ better together by @finitehearts ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ beyond the surface by @honey-decadence ↬ gojo x afab reader, nsfw

↬ blindfold by @husbandograveyard ↬ gojo x afab reader, nsfw

↬ blowing nanami one shot by @teddybeartoji ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ brat (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ bruises off the peach by @lale-txt ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ chili chocolate by @/ohnococo ↬ kusakabe x afab reader

↬ cockwarming by @husbandograveyard ↬ toji x afab reader, nsfw

↬ confessing to you by @lale-txt ↬ gojo, higuruma, nanami x gn reader

↬ deception (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ yuta x afab reader, nsfw

↬ dom drop by @nagumoan ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ drunk sex by @husbandograveyard ↬ shoko x afab reader, nsfw

↬ ecstacy (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ yuta x amab reader, nsfw

↬ encouragement by @onismdaydream ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ fighting turned confession by @dreamkidddream ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ first kiss by @lemonszesty ↬ higuruma, shiu x gn reader

↬ good boy, atsuya by @finitehearts ↬ kusakabe x gn reader, nsfw

↬ good boys go to heaven by @ohnococo ↬ higuruma x afab reader, nsfw

↬ helping hand by @ohnococo ↬ geto x gn reader

↬ here with you by @ohnococo ↬ ijichi x afab reader, nsfw

↬ husband nanami x hands kink by @rottiens ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ in a long distance relationship by @lale-txt ↬ naoya, nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ just a phone call away (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ keeping warm by @lemonszesty ↬ higuruma x gn reader

↬ licorice by @/ohnococo ↬ higuruma x afab reader

↬ licorice by @/ohnococo ↬ ijichi x gn reader

↬ look at me (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ gojo x afab reader, nsfw

↬ love potion by @ohnococo ↬ sukuna x afab reader, nsfw

↬ nice costume, bro by @toadtoru ↬ sukuna x afab reader, nsfw

↬ only one for me (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ itadori x afab reader, nsfw

↬ overcumming overtime (ao3 link) by @/bladestar ↬ nanami x nonbinary reader, nsfw

↬ patience by @onismdaydream ↬ higuruma x gn reader, nsfw

↬ pleasure by @dreamkidddream ↬ gojo x gn reader, nsfw

↬ pretty please by @lemonszesty ↬ gojo, higuruma, toji x gn reader, nsfw

↬ relax, baby by @toadtoru ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ respond with cruelty (ao3 link) by @pink-melk ↬ sukuna x amab reader, nsfw

↬ sacrifice (ao3 link) by @/theracoonslair ↬ sukuna x afab reader, nsfw

↬ safe house by @lale-txt ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ sex toys by @hauntedhokage ↬ nanami x gn reader, nsfw

↬ sleep tight by @ohnococo ↬ higuruma x afab reader, nsfw

↬ somnophilia by @husbandograveyard ↬ nanami x afab reader, nsfw

↬ taking care of you by @lemonszesty ↬ kusakabe x gn reader

↬ the suffocation of fear by @arvandus ↬ kusakabe x gn reader, nsfw

↬ the way to man's heart by @ohnococo ↬ nanami x gn reader

↬ this must be the place by @ohnococo ↬ ijichi x afab reader, nsfw

↬ toast by @blueflamebimbo ↬ choso x gn reader

↬ waves on distant shores (ao3 link) by @/theracoonslair ↬ higuruma x gn reader

↬ what the cat dragged in by @lale-txt ↬ gojo x gn reader

↬ whispering into your ear by @/ohnococo ↬ ijichi x gn reader, nsfw

↬ working with you by @/clumsyraccoon ↬ kusakabe x afab reader, nsfw

BLUE LOCK

↬ new tricks by @umemiyan ↬ shidou x gn reader

DEMON SLAYER

↬ bite the hand by @lale-txt ↬ tengen x afab reader, nsfw

↬ love drunk by @seedsofagony ↬ rengoku x gn reader, nsfw

↬ overwhelm by @seedsofagony ↬ haganezuka x gn reader, nsfw

↬ string of pearls by @seedsofagony ↬ tengen x afab reader, nsfw

↬ work hard, play hard by @seedsofagony ↬ haganezuka x gn reader, nsfw

MY HERO ACADEMIA

↬ diner vignette by @mx-paradox ↬ mirko x gn reader

divider by saradika. if you write gender neutral/afab/amab/nonbinary reader (especially with nanami, higuruma or kusakabe) or know someone who writes, please feel free to share links with me ❤

[mexicanpadfoot]

Let me read my gay fanfics in peace, I just want to fantasize about loving someone who thinks of me as an equal and not think about gender aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

[komoboko]

hello! do you think you can write a afab reader x genya comforting her while she endures her period? a short drabble is all I really want if more than it’ll be appreciated! :)

Idk what to title this 🧛

genya shinazugawa x afab!reader

if i had a nickel for the amount of period comfort request i got in the last week it would be two nickels, which isn't alot but its funny it happened twice

In the first two days Genya does not want to bother you during your period.

He heard from some of the older demon slayers that it should be better to give people space during their period. Especially due to their emotions being in a more fragile state. Kym’s best to give them the space they need to reevaluate before reaching back out to them. On the other hand Genya’s words can be blunt without him realizing it and the last thing he wants you to do is be mad at him.

So he gives you his space.. for a little while.

He was primarily raised around males, and when he was in the corps he did not have the strength to even approach somebody about such a private issue. So he only really had the basic knowledge and all the rumors he hears around the corps. He just knows ur feeling bad and in pain during this time of the month and you need space. Shinobu has to be the one to tell him he should check in on you, in person for him to consider it.

He walks up to you doorstep of your room as he can't bring his eyes to look anywhere except his feet. He slowly knocks on the door as he can hear you shuffle around the room before you open it. He turns his head away and shoves a bag in your face with a little note that says, "Kocho told me these would be useful for you during your 'time of the month' i hope they are off some use to you." You can only stare down at the bag for a minute before you invite Genya inside.

He's more surprised you were so willing about letting him in, especially after the rumors and gossip he heard about a couple days before. Nevertheless Genya still believes its right for him to treat you, kocho said you may still be going through cycles of pain so it's the least he can do for you. He starts up some tea, specifically the kind gyomei told him that relaxes the muscles and returns to you who is already back in bed.

he sits on the end of the bed slowly and hands you the tea, making sure you don’t burn your hand near the rim. His hands subconsciously go to rub circles on your back as you sit up, only hesitantly pulling back once you finally lay back down. You both sit in silence for a moment, a comfortable silence but silence none the lesson. Genya looks unnerved as he stares out the window.

“You are positive you are not dying, yes?” Genya blurts out as you turn to stare at him, he does not make eye contact with you out of embarrassment. You almost laugh, almost but you hold it on for his sake. “Yes Genya I promise you I’m fine.” You reply, it soothes you seeing how is shoulders fall down and his body begins to relax. He shifts as you both begin to talk, unsure of the right thing to say about a topic he still doesn’t really know.

He gets up after seeing your nearly finished with your tea, planning to refill yours and to give himself some clarity. Before he can, your voice puts him to a stop, “would you stay with me? Just for a little while” he freezes before turning back to you. You can tell by his facial expression he wants to say ‘really?’ but no words come out of his mouth. You only nod at him before seeing a small smile appear on his face.

He shuffles back over towards your bed as you open up the blanket to let him in. He hesitates but slowly gets into bed with you. Subconsciously his arm wraps around you to bring himself closer to you, as a warm smile appears on your lips. “Ok, I’ll stay.” He mumbles as he watches you slowly drift off to sleep.

[frameacloud]

A Masterpost About Long-Acting Reversible Contraceptives (LARCs)

During the upcoming presidency, it is likely that people in the US will lose many options that keep them from getting pregnant (contraceptives). The right-wing Project 2025 is against birth control pills, abortion, emergency contraception, and the government-provided health insurance ("Obamacare," Medicaid, and Medicare) that helps people afford these.

If you or your partner are concerned about the possibility of losing access to those options soon, you can ask your doctor or Planned Parenthood about getting a Long-Acting Reversible Contraceptive (LARC). The two kinds of LARCs are IUDs and the implant. If you get a LARC right now, it can protect you for years, without you having to do anything to maintain it. A LARC isn't permanent, so you can get rid of it if you later decide that you're ready to have a baby.

Hormonal Intrauterine Device: 3, 5, or 8 years of protection, depending on brand

An IUD is a T-shaped object that a nurse or doctor puts into your uterus. It's tiny, just a little more than an inch. The procedure for getting an IUD isn't surgery, it lasts just a few minutes, and it goes much better if you ask for an anti-anxiety medicine and the right type of painkiller.

Hormonal IUDs work because they slowly release progestin. That's the main hormone in birth control pills. Like pills, they can make your periods get lighter or stop, which is helpful for people who need to get rid of cramps and PMS.

Of the brands of them in the US, the FDA currently approves of using Kyleena for up to five years, Liletta for eight, Mirena for eight, and Skyla for three. Kyleena and Skyla are smallest and therefore easiest to insert.

I have more info in my tags about IUDs.

Copper IUDs: 12 years of protection

The other type of IUD is a copper IUD. Instead of changing your hormones, it works because copper makes the place unfriendly to sperm. Another difference is that this kind can make your periods heavier. Its brand name is Paragard. The FDA approves of using it for ten years, but studies show it's still good at twelve or longer. More info in my tags.

The birth control implant: 5 years of protection

It's a rod the size of a matchstick. A nurse or doctor uses an applicator to put it under your skin in your arm. There, it will slowly release progestin to protect you from getting pregnant. It can make your periods get lighter or stop. The FDA approves of using it for three years, but a study shows it's still 100% effective five years later, and so does another study. Its brand name is Nexplanon, which has improvements over the older Implanon, such as being visible on X-ray. More info in my tags.

Some honorable mentions

There are some other contraceptives that last a long time but aren't considered LARCs. The diaphragm and the cervical cap are two kinds of plastic cap that you put on your cervix each time before sex, and you can keep using the same one for two years. The birth control ring, Annovera, lasts one year. Each injection of the birth control shot, Depo-Provera, lasts three months.

Only barrier methods such as condoms, internal condoms, and dental dams can protect against sexually transmitted infections. The right wing wants to stop people from getting condoms, too. That's another problem, but LARCs can help us get through the next four years without unplanned pregnancies.

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Desperate

summary: Spencer pounces on you the moment you get home and begs you to fuck him, you're happy to comply.

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, begging, fingering (spencer and reader receiving), strap-ons, strap-on referred to as a cock, pegging, anal sex, hair pulling, reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit), no use of y/n, whiny/bratty spencer, reader shoves spencer chest first against a wall (it's fully consensual and he's very into it), autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare, cuddling

wordcount: 3.8k

The moment you walk through the front door, Spencer practically pounces on you. You gasp, stumbling back slightly, trying to keep your grip on your bag as he holds your head in his hands and kisses you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. One of his hands reaches down to grab your ass and you squeak into the kiss. You gently pull back, staring at him with wide eyes as he pants heavily.

“Spencer, what—”

“I need you. Please,” he whines. 

You take in his appearance for a moment. His face is flushed and his pupils are blown wide with lust. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each heaving breath. His shirt is untucked from his pants and his hands toy with the edge of it. He looks at you pathetically and it’s so fucking hot.

You smirk at him as you close the door to your shared apartment and a tiny whimper escapes his lips. “You’re so desperate, baby,” you tease, lifting your free hand to press it against his chest. You push slightly and Spencer practically trips over his feet as you guide him backward into the living room. “What’s gotten into you?”

Spencer’s eyes stay locked on your lips as you speak and his hands release his shirt to start trying to unbutton yours. You drop your hand from his chest and grab his wrists in a harsh grip that makes him groan, tugging his hands away and holding them in the space between you. “Spencer,” you scold.

He pouts slightly and his gaze lifts from the hold you have on his hands to your eyes. You gently toss your bag onto the couch and reach up with your free hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. His eyes slip shut and he tilts his head into your hand. You chuckle and cup his face, rubbing your thumb back and forth across his cheekbone. He hums and turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Sweet boy,” you say fondly. You release your grip on his wrists and pull him in by his shirt to kiss him. Spencer’s hands once again shoot up to cup your face. He groans into the kiss and his mouth falls open as you nip on his lower lip. A pathetic whimper that goes straight between your legs escapes from his lips as you tug at his hair. As if pulling his hair had flipped a switch inside him, Spencer goes right back to kissing you with the desperation he had when you first opened the door. You can’t help but moan slightly and, spurred on by your reaction, one of Spencer’s hands drops to try to unbutton your shirt as he practically shoves you against the wall. 

You growl in disapproval and with a quick and fluid movement perfected after over a year of putting Spencer in his place, you grab his wrist and pull, flipping your positions so Spencer’s chest is pressed against the wall and his arm is pinned behind his back with just enough force to cause a pleasurable amount of pain. Spencer moans loudly and squeezes his eyes shut as he hits the wall and you press your free hand between his shoulder blades to keep him there. 

“What do you think you’re doing, Spencer,” you growl. “It’s like you’re trying to piss me off.”

“Please,” he gasps pathetically. The sound drives you crazy and you can feel yourself starting to soak through your underwear. 

You scoff at him. You lean forward and press a kiss behind his ear. “What’s got you so desperate, sweet boy?” you tease softly. He groans in response and you nip at his earlobe. “Words, baby.”

“I-I need you to fuck me,” he gasps. 

Fuck. His words send a spark of excitement through your body and you have to fight the urge to slip your hands between your legs. 

“Yeah?” you say in a mocking tone. “Need me to fuck you, baby?”

Spencer nods frantically. 

“How do you need me to fuck you, sweet boy?”

Spencer gasps and whimpers at your question. “Need–need you to fuck me with your cock.”

A groan forces its way up your throat and you press a kiss to his neck that makes him gasp. “Fuck, baby. You sure?” you ask.

“Yes. Yes. Please. I–I cleaned,” Spencer pants. You let your eyes slip shut and you grind your hips against his ass with a moan. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Mhm, and-and I didn’t prep myself be-because I know you like to do it,” he says desperately.

You can't help but groan at that. “Such a good boy, Spencer.”

He gasps and shimmies slightly, pressing his ass back against you. The increased stimulation makes you groan and you rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. You tug on his wrist again, quickly flipping him around to face you and, cupping the back of his neck with your free hand, pull him down to kiss you. Spencer kisses you messily and hungrily, his mouth hanging open as you kiss him like he can’t get enough air. You guide his hand between your legs and he groans as his fingers touch the wet patch on the crotch of your pants.

Even though the contact with initiated by you, the feeling of his hand between your legs, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit, makes you gasp. You pull away from the kiss to whisper, “I wanna fuck you too, baby. You feel how crazy you drive me? How much I want to fuck you on my cock?”

Spencer nods frantically and buries his head in the crook of your neck with a groan. “Please,” he whimpers.

“I know, baby, I’ve got you,” you whisper. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Spencer whimpers against you and you remove his hand from between your legs and lead him to the bedroom. He follows you diligently and when you reach the room, lets you push him down onto the bed and climb into his lap. He gasps your name as you roll your hips against his and you lean down to kiss him, crawling forward and forcing him to follow until he’s lying in the middle of the bed. You make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and Spencer sits up as you pull back, keeping his lips attached to yours with only brief breaks for air as you tug the shirt off his shoulders and arms. 

His hands slide up under your shirt and you gasp as his nails rake down your back when you reach between your bodies to palm him through his pants. Spencer gasps and moans into your mouth as you touch him and whines when you remove your hand. His disappointment disappears the second you unbuckle his belt and undo his pants.

He pulls away to bury his face into the crook of your neck, pressing messy, open-mouth kisses to your skin.

You hook your fingers under the waistband of his pants and underwear and turn your head to whisper into his ear, “Be a good boy and lift your hips for me, okay?”

Spencer whimpers and nods against your neck, removing his hands from your back to plant them behind him on the bed and lift his hips. You raise yourself to your knees and move off his lap as you pull his pants and underwear down his legs. Spencer bends his knees to make it easier for you and whines when you move away from him to toss his clothes aside. 

You press a hand to his chest and push him onto his back with enough force that his body rebounds slightly off the mattress. Spencer stares up at you with wide eyes. His flush has traveled down to his chest and you can feel the way it rises and falls under your hand with each panting breath he takes. You run your hand over his chest and gently pinch one of his nipples, causing Spencer to buck his hips and gasp your name.

You chuckle and press his hips to the bed. “You be a good boy and stay right here for me. And no touching yourself, understand?” Spencer nods frantically, desperate to please you. 

Spencer whines pathetically as you climb off of the bed. You smirk at him before turning to grab your strap-on and harness from where you keep it in the dresser. When you turn around, Spencer is sitting up slightly, scooching backward on the bed propping himself up on a pile of pillows. “Spencer,” you scold, glaring at him.

He freezes and stares at you with wide eyes. “I-I just wanted to be able to see you,” he mutters weakly. “I couldn’t see you when I was lying down. And-and you’re just so pretty.”

You can’t help but smile at his response. He’s adorable and you love him so much. And you love how much he loves you. “It’s okay, baby,” you say, walking over to the bed and setting down the strap and harness to climb onto your knees next to him. His eyes flutter shut as you run your hand through his hair. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead before climbing back off the bed. He opens his eyes to watch you as you move away. “I understand.” 

Spencer smiles softly at you and the almost dopey look on his face makes you chuckle. 

You quickly rid yourself of your clothes and toss them to the side, Spencer’s eyes not once leaving your body. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers. 

You feel your cheeks warm and you smile at him. “Thank you, sweet boy, so are you.”

Spencer’s face somehow manages to flush even redder. 

You grab your strap and harness and slip the dildo into place before stepping into it. You pull the harness up to your hips and adjust the straps and buckles so it stays in place with practiced ease.

Spencer moans at the sight and looks at you with such hunger you have to fight the urge to lunge at him the same way he had at you earlier.

“Please,” he whispers desperately.

You smirk and grab the bottle of lube you keep in the drawer of your nightstand before climbing onto the bed. Spencer plants his feet apart on the mattress and lets his legs fall open as you settle yourself between them. 

“Fuck, baby,” you groan. You reach forward and grab his cock from where it's leaking against his stomach. His hips jump and his head falls back against the pile of pillows behind him as you stroke him, using his precum as lubrication. “So pretty. So good for me.”

He groans your name and squeezes his eyes shut. With your free hand, you pop the cap of the lube, and immediately Spencer’s eyes shoot back open, his breath catching in his throat. “Please,” he begs. “Need you. Need you inside me.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” you tease, removing your hand from his cock and squeezing some lube onto your palm. You set the bottle aside and gently squeeze Spencer’s thigh before rubbing your hands together to warm up the lube and spread it over your fingers.

“Need you so bad,” Spencer continues to babble. “Need your fingers. Your cock.”

You smile at him and press your middle finger to his entrance, rubbing gentle circles over it. Spencer’s head falls back with a loud groan.

“So desperate,” you mutter. Spencer nods violently. "I've barely touched you." 

“Please. Need you.”

“Aww, I know baby.” You press your middle finger inside of him and Spencer gasps loudly, trying to rock his hips back onto your hand. “Ah, ah,” you scold, grabbing his hip and pressing him back down into the mattress. 

You move your finger in small circles to begin stretching him and Spencer whimpers. The sound goes straight between your legs and you rock your hips against the bed slightly, not caring that you’re getting the sheets wet. You press your finger in the rest of the way and curl it upwards, hitting his prostate with practiced precision.

Spencer moans loudly and your name falls from his lips over and over again as he begs nonsensically. 

You slowly thrust your finger in and out, gently hitting his prostate each time, providing just enough stimulation to drive him crazy but not enough to make him cum. “You're so tight, baby,” you mutter. “Doing so good for me, taking my fingers so well.” 

Spencer pants loudly. “Mo-more, please!” he cries.

“Yeah? You ready for another finger?”

Spencer nods desperately and you oblige, pulling your hand back and slowly easing your ring finger inside him as well. Spencer gasps at the stretch and you squeeze his hip hard to hold him still. Desperate little moans fall from Spencer’s lips as you finger him, slowly spreading your fingers and working him open. It’s been a while since you’ve fucked him like this and you don’t want to hurt him, so you make sure to take your time.

“So good, feels so good!” he babbles. “Love you so much!”

You press a kiss to his inner thigh as you curl your fingers, rubbing small circles against his prostate. “I love you too, sweet boy. So much.” Spencer gasps and writhes on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly.

You suck a hickey into his thigh as you fuck him on your fingers and when you can see him getting close, you change the angle so you’re no longer hitting his prostate and just focusing on prepping him.

He whines your name, his voice laced with disappointment at the loss of pleasure, but stops when you nip his thigh in disapproval. “Be patient, Spencer,” you scold. “Or I won’t let you cum.”

His eyes widen and he babbles, “I-I’ll be good. I promise. I–” You interrupt him by pressing a third finger inside of him, and he moans, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering shut.

You laugh teasingly at him. You love how desperate he gets for you, how easily he submits to you and trusts you to make him feel good.

“Oh, God!” Spencer gasps, his voice breaking. “I need you! Please! I need your cock!”

You spread your fingers again and, deeming him fully prepared, pull them out. Spencer whines at the loss and opens his eyes to eagerly watch as you pour more lube on your hand and rub it over your strap. 

“Yeah? You need my cock, baby?”

Spencer nods desperately. You guide the tip of the silicone against his ass and slowly press it inside of him. Spencer groans loudly and you grab tightly onto his hips to keep him from trying to fuck himself back on you. You know from experience that if you’re not vigilant about controlling the pace when you first enter him, he will try to pull you in as quickly as possible. 

Once your cock is nestled deep inside him and your hips pressed flush against his ass, you lean forward and press a kiss to Spencer’s heaving chest as he tries to catch his breath. “Such a good boy, Spencer. Taking my cock so well.”

Spencer nods and wraps his legs around your waist, hooking his ankles together behind your back. You press another kiss to his chest before sitting up and slowly starting to rock your hips in small circles that make him groan weakly and his brow knit together with pleasure. He releases his grip on the sheets and reaches a hand down to cover yours on his hip. You smile down at him. “You wanna hold my hand, baby?” He nods desperately, pouting slightly, and you gently take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. 

You pull your hips back until your strap is halfway out of him before thrusting back in. Spencer gasps and his grip on your hand tightens. You adjust your angle with each thrust, searching for his prostate. It’s always been more difficult for you to find when you’re fucking him since you're unable to actually feel where your cock is inside of him. But you know the moment you hit it when a loud moan rips from Spencer’s chest. “There it is,” you say, mostly to yourself, but Spencer nods desperately in response.

You gasp as you thrust your hips again and the base of the strap presses against your clit, sending pleasure shooting up your spine. Spencer moans loudly and pathetically as you fuck him, each thrust sending your cock deep inside him, pressing against his prostate.

Jolts of pleasure shoot through you as you fuck him and the hand you have laced with Spencer’s isn’t enough to hold support you anymore. You have to move your other hand from his hip to the bed to hold yourself up as your body falls forward slightly with pleasure.

With the hand not holding yours, Spencer reaches up to cup the back of your head and pulls you in to kiss him. The angle is awkward, but you don’t mind, and neither does Spencer if the desperate way he moans into your mouth is any indication.

You press kisses along his jaw and nip at the spot just in front of his ear. He whimpers in response. “Such a good boy, Spencer,” you whisper, your voice breaking with both exertion and pleasure. “Doing so good for me. Taking my cock so well.”

Spencer lets out breathy little moans into your ear, babbling incomprehensibly. The only words you catch are your name and “so good.” You smile and bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses to his skin as you gasp and moan with each thrust. 

Spencer’s moans increase in volume and frequency and you can tell he’s getting close. You can feel him writhing beneath you and you slip a hand between your bodies to grab his cock, the remaining lube on your hand combined with the puddle of precum on his stomach his cock had been resting in providing more than enough lubrication. 

Spencer’s mouth falls open in a silent moan as you stroke him. His hips buck against yours and into your hand, and his legs tighten around your waist, causing each thrust to press the strap harder against your clit. You moan wantonly into his neck. 

“I-I’m so close,” he gasps weakly. “Can-can I cum? Please? Please, can I cum?”

You lift your head so your mouth hovers over his ear. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” 

Spencer cums with a cry of your name. His whole body shakes violently beneath you as you stroke and fuck him through it, only pulling away when his legs fall from your waist and he starts to squirm in discomfort. 

You press soft kisses to his lips and he whimpers as you pull out of him. You cup his cheek and whisper against his lips, “So proud of you. Did so good, baby.” 

You feel him smile and you pull away for a moment to climb to his side before kissing him again as you undo the harness. It falls from your hips to pool around your knees, and you awkwardly climb out of it without breaking the kiss with Spencer. 

The moment you’ve freed yourself from the harness, Spencer’s hand presses between your legs. You gasp in pleasure and surprise, pulling away from the kiss. “Spence,” you pant, your voice breaking as his fingers rub circles over your clit. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he whispers, freeing his other hand from yours and resting it on the back of your head to pull you in for another kiss. You moan into his mouth as pleasure shoots through your body and you struggle to hold yourself up. But then Spencer is pressing two fingers inside of you and your arms give out. You fall half onto him and he laughs as he kisses you but doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers despite the awkward angle.

He curls his fingers and you gasp as he hits that spot inside you, your head falling to his shoulder. “So good, baby," you gasp. "Making me feel so good. Such a good boy.” Even though he’s the one fingering you, Spencer whimpers. Praise continues to fall from your lips as heat travels up your spine and you feel yourself getting close.

Spencer curls his fingers again and you come with a gasp of his name, rocking your hips onto his hand to grind your clit against the heel of his palm. Pleasure washes over you and your legs shake with the force of it. When your orgasm finally subsides, you remove your head from Spencer’s neck to whisper, “Did so good, sweet boy.” 

Spencer removes his hand from between your legs and looks up at you with a fucked out expression, shooting you a dopey smile. You cup his cheek and kiss him softly. 

“I’ll be right back, okay, baby? I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick then get you some water and something to clean you up. Is that alright?”

“Then cuddles?” he asks softly. 

You give him another quick kiss. “Of course, sweet boy. Then cuddles.”

Spencer nods, still smiling at you. You climb off the bed, grabbing the strap-on and harness, and make your way to the bathroom just down the hall, not bothering to get dressed. You set the strap and harness on the counter to clean later, and quickly use the bathroom, clean yourself up, and wash your hands before heading to the kitchen. You fill up two glasses of water and quickly down yours. Once finished, you set the glass in the sink and make your way to the bedroom with Spencer’s water, stopping by the bathroom again to grab and wet a washcloth.

You return to the bedroom less than five minutes after you left but Spencer's face lights up like you’d been gone for days the moment he sees you reenter the room. You press a kiss to his forehead and help him sit up before handing him the glass, making sure he drinks it slowly. You climb into the bed next to him and gently wipe down his stomach, thighs, and between his legs, pressing another kiss to his forehead when he whines in discomfort. Once he’s clean, you toss the washcloth off the bed and settle down next to him. He leans back against your chest and you run your fingers through his hair as he drinks his water.

Once finished, he hands you the cup and you lean over to set it on the nightstand before pulling him closer to you, sliding down the bed until you’re both lying down. Spencer hums contentedly and rests his head on your chest, curling into your side like a koala with one arm and one leg draped over you. You rub your hand up and down his back until he falls asleep in your arms.

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oh lil headcannons cuz yuh

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i think this is gonna be both nsfw and sfw- so chef kiss-

headcannons about mr gojo satoru (and him being your good pet)

tags: nsfw, pegging, oral both receiving, name calling (satoru getting called slut,,etc etc), sub!gojo, needy!gojo, reader is nb coded as per usual (afab cuz i am duh), reader is also FAT not chubby or chunky- we talkin 2 sum to do sum. reader is also mixed coded

there's some sfw but this is gonna be mostly nsfw i guess, anyways don't like? don't read. minors and ageless blogs dni PLEASE

word count: ~1.5k (yikes this is just rambling tho)

sfw:

-oh man gojo's whipped,, oh you mention something you was thinking about?? oh he's getting it for you even though you didn't ask him to

-he purposely gets you clothes that shows your tummy and stretch marks, more cuz he likes looking at them at any point when you two are in public than anything else

-gets upset when you have random bouts of depression and low esteem about your body. (you initially thought that he was shallow and didn't want to be seen with you out in public because of your apron belly and back rolls...he quickly shut that down)

-purposely holds you in front of his big ass mirror that he has in his room...for reasons...ahem,, he holds firmly as he murmurs softly in your ear about how much he loves you and what he loves to look at on you

-whenever he eats sweets, he always gets extra of what you've told him that you liked, always (he's not going to tell you, but you've found his stash of snacks that he has specifically for you)

-unconsciously he does in fact grab at your apron belly. not even like to feel it or anything,, it's like a comfort thing???? like you two watching tv and cuddling? grabs. you're washing dishes and he comes from behind you? your stomach is the first thing he holds when he wraps his arms around you

-your belly and thighs are gojo's fave place to lay on. hands down. your warmth radiates and he's addicted...

-also when people call him a chubby chaser, he immediately shuts it down. not that he's ashamed of you or anything, just the fact that he thinks it's stupid as hell to have a label. he fell in love with you for You, not your looks or shape, Duh.

-not to be an asshole, but when gojo first saw how physically strong you were when you defeated a curse with not a single scratch on you? he deadass was shocked lowkey; not in a way of fat shaming or anything just the fact that you're a shit ton stronger than he thought tbh

-if it happens that you're a teacher in the school, he would specifically visit your classroom to just be a bother. sitting in the back of the class and asking dumb questions so you can huff and pout your cheeks on your beautiful round cheeks at him.

-his favorite thing to do is make you smile. his wallpaper on his phone is when you two were on a date and he took a picture of you when you weren't paying attention.

-speaking of pictures, he gets so upset when you don't like to take pics of yourself. on multiple occasions when you said anything mentioning your double chin, your rolls, the way your stomach looks in your clothes, etc etc; gojo get's so frustrated with you. like how can you not see how perfect you look to him

-for the first time you spent the night at his place for whatever reason, you REFUSED to have any part of your skin showing, you wore pants, socks, a big ass tshirt. gojo literally was so heartbroken that when you two got up in the morning he had a discussion about how much he loves you.

uhhhhhhhhhhh i guess n//sfw neooooow:

-the first time you and gojo got intimate? you initially actually refused to be touched, all you did was constantly give him handjobs and blowjobs. tbh it was frustrating the hell out of the both of you, but you "didn't want to scare him off"

-when you finally actually slept with the poor man, you were a ball of nerves. you refused to take off your shirt at first, and only let him hit it from the back for a while.

-that shit deadass broke gojo's heart, almost to tears tbh. when you started to cry the first time you stood completely naked in front of him. it took time to calm you down, but gojo was so appalled to find out that you thought so low about yourself.

-after the first time he saw you naked, gojo purposely began Worshipping you, making sure that you Knew that he loved literally every single inch of your body

-when you finally built up the courage to ride him? GYAT DAYUM. to say gojo was in heaven? was an understatement. when he saw you, and your absolutely perfect body bouncing on his cock? to say he came so fast that he almost had a trolley horse??? he didn't wait to recover from his orgasm before flipping you on your back and fucking folded you in half and plowed you

-gojo's favorite thing he ever got for his birthday was you in lingerie. so serious. you never dressed up in anything "scandalous". you told him you felt too self-conscious and embarrassed. which gojo didn't want to push the issue since he at least got you to feel comfortable to be naked around him. (1/4)

-continuing his birthday. it was late at night when you two came from celebrating his birthday. you told him to sit on his bed while you wanted to go to his bathroom to "freshen up". He already had you dress in his favorite clothes so he was half hard the whole evening to be frank. but when you came out of his bathroom, cladded in delicate phthalo green lace, with matching garters and thigh highs; gojo almost passed out how fast his cock hardened. (2/4)

-how can you look so ethereal?? you felt so embarrassed because you were just standing there, and he was just...Staring at you. you began to shy away from gojo before he finally opened his mouth. when on closer inspection, you saw he had to wipe his face since he was drooling. (3/4)

-"no no no no please- no don't go-" the words fumble out of gojo's mouth, cracking at the end. his bright eyes round as saucers as he made his way to where you were by the bathroom door. he fell to his knees as he gazed on your body- your stretch marks and rolls on clear display. to say in the least when he begged where you got your set from- he BOUGHT THE WHOLE STORE (4/4 fin bday thing)

-his favorite thing he loves to eat is sweets-that's what he tells everyone. cake, cookies, mochi, fruit, you,, the last one he doesn't tell anyone else. but to him that's his favorite thing to eat, Ever. oh you had a bad day at work? he eats you out for forever. He had a bad day at work? he eats you out for forever. tbh when he's bored he kinda navigates himself towards your hole. it's so addicting to him. makes him hard just thinking of what you taste like- even when he's in the middle of a mission.

-oop he didn't tell Anyone. but You found out his secret. everyone depends on gojo; his friends, family, clan, students...everyone has to count on him. he's the strongest of course. not to you though. never to you... when you and him were bickering on what position to be in, your voice cut through him. you Demanded him to lay down and let you take control. (1/6 sub gojo)

-the Whimper that left that poor man's throat? was so Delectable. You felt your eyes blink owlishly at gojo before you immediately climb on top of him. your hands quickly coming up to his chest before going further up to the meaty parts of his shoulders. you swiftly put a lot of your weight on your hands, pinning gojo to the bed. (2/6)

-"ohhhh if i knew you were such a Slut, i've would've done this ages ago" the only noise that came out of your boyfriend's mouth a choked whine as you watched his already flushed face, turn even redder. his head involuntarily nodding at your words. (3/6)

-"y-yeah im your slut" was the only sentence gojo can muster before his pretty eyes screwed tight in embarrassment. OH? oh- now this is new. you didn't think he was soo...nasty. so needy and you can watch how your boyfriend unconsciously leaned into your touch like a man starved. (4/6)

-your right hand came up and grabbed gojo's face, squishing his cheeks as your face came closer to his. your boyfriend's eyes shot open at your harsh grip, and you can see his eyebrows furrow so cutely together. you also happen to notice that his cock bounced and twitched almost violently when you FORCED gojo to look you in your eyes (5/6)

-"prove it then. prove that you're my slut. i want you to cum as many times as i want you to, but you have to tell me Every time" well, everyone knew he was loud anyways but you were so glad that your boyfriend lived in his own home- his screams most definitely would've caused a noise complaint (6/6 sub gojo)

***so anyways i think i wrote enough bc i feel like this wasn't even that good. shrugs. anyways pls send me any good ideas to write about...i think im just a sub!jjk blog atp idk

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Semi-NSFW Ghost Ramblings - MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Discussions of deep depression.) [Masterlist]

Depression's a bitch. Always finding a way to halt you in your tracks, bringing you to an abrupt, crumbling stop. Simon can tell it's starting up again. You manage to perform most of your daily necessities, but he doesn't miss the way you practically drag through them.

You eat slower, eat less. Your showers have been taking longer. Laundry doesn't get put in the wash til you're struggling to find clean clothes, fatigue pants mismatched with an undershirt, or something of the sort.

He can't place the root cause of it, but he's smart enough to not let you continue sinking deeper into it. At least if he can, that is. Stubborn thing you are.

You're a little caught off guard when he comes knocking on the door to your room one night, and even more so when he pushes past you, letting himself in. Before you can even open your mouth to question him, you've been thrown over his shoulder. He turns back the way he came, ignoring your questions and muttered pleas to be put down.

"Settin' you straight," he says when you eventually give up.

That's the only explanation you get until you've entered the showers. You recognize the room by the tile and lift your head a bit. Odd. What're the lights already on for? Should be off long by now at this hour.

Just as you begin to get a feel for your surroundings, you're lifted off Simon's shoulder and set down on what you can only assume is the edge of the sinks. You're a little too disoriented by the sudden movement to tell straight away.

"You gonna be good for me, yeah?" he queries, and you can feel his hands slide up your thighs as he moves to stand between them.

Confusion knits your brows.

"Didn't do anything," you object.

His fingers twitch, grip tightening by a fraction. You try to ignore the way it makes your cheeks heat up.

"Not what I asked."

His tone brooks no argument. Clearly, whatever it is he wants, he'll be having none of your little complaints tonight. You concede and give a tentative nod. Judging by the look in his eye, you can only assume he's pleased with the change of attitude.

He reaches behind you, retrieving.. a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Both are new. Not particularly extraordinary, flimsy things that come standard issued in this line of work, but he doesn't know where you keep your toiletries and frankly couldn't be bothered to look. Grabbing these from the locker room storage closet was easier.

You glance over your shoulder to watch him wet the toothbrush, then glob the paste on it's multicolored bristles. When he brings it around infront of you his other hand is already reaching up to grip your jaw, though it stops short.

"Open your mouth."

You hesitate, glancing between him and the toothbrush. Hell, if he wanted you to brush your teeth you didn't understand why he couldn't let you do it yourself. He fixes you with a look, and you slowly do as you're told. He wrenches a thumb gently into your mouth, cocking it up to get you to open wider.

Your cheeks flush brighter, the faintest whine escaping once he starts brushing your teeth.

"Shh, there ya go," he soothes. "Just be good for me. You're doin' so well already."

Once it comes to brushing your tongue he has the tip pinched between his fingers. The whole thing feels strangely intimate, especially when he accidentally dips the toothbrush back too far and makes you gag. He curses under his breath, muttering a hushed 'sorry' as he finishes up.

He continues on with his little whispers of how good you're being, reassuring you every chance he gets. Unfortunately, it's getting you more and more worked up by the second.

When all is said and done your breath is coming out in soft pants, your face and gut burning with feelings you didn't expect to arise from such an exchange. Shit.

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Part two, perhaps? Maybe as a little treat. Keep an eye out for it. Feel free to ask to be tagged if you're interested. <3

Edit: Part two is [here]!

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[wheezingstar]

hiding konig’s daughter from him

König having a daughter and recently retired after having her perhaps?.. Imma be making reader afab just to make this easier for me! Hopefully this is something you’re happy with! Loved writing your request

König and you got married three years ago after dating for two years, after finding out you’re pregnant, König retires because he has you and his baby now.

König is a girls dad, ‘dada’ was her first word and after that he’d lay his life down for her and after finding out that one day when you went out with your daughter to the park and you call him in tears and frantically telling him what happened and stuttering he’s already on his way from hearing you cry.

“T-they came up and they just… they took her from her stroller! I swear I turned away for like… two seconds to grab her bottle and when I turn back she’s just… gone! But I heard her crying and saw the persons back as they. They took my purse too-“ König cuts you off and pulls you into his chest, holding you close as he sees red. Seeing you sob into his chest and not knowing where his daughter is? Is a cause for disaster.

After two hours of searching, and you calling the police and talking to people he finds his daughter he’s livid to see her eyes red and puffy from crying but she is unscathed. He finds the woman shortly after and puts her 12 feet under, just a bit closer to hell.

Your daughter slept in your arms that night, König spooning you and her close to him.