#and the cock is not pixelated lol

[silversoulstardust]

reading lawlu doujinshi be like

(doujinshi circle: s+yumiya, translator: s)

[elementcattos]

just saw an Oxygen rp blog in a dream and the bio contained the words "feminine element" and there was a post I've sadly forgotten now and the pfp looked something like this

do whatever you will with this

[bakugoushotwife]

a/n: omg heyyy i make my grand return with my humble offering to @ohkento 's reddit theme collab!! i also have a piece for shouto coming up next, but here is the first one!! i took a while off after kinktober so if this is bad....lie to me!

warnings: dark content. nsfw. no minors. yandere theme gojo, no physical harm to reader, baby trapping, threats (not to reader), female reader, breeding, pentration, oral (fem!receiving), reader is kinda dumb lol.

summary: STORYTIME: I (28M) CAN'T STOP BREEDING MY GIRL BEST FRIEND (28F)!! it's a serious problem...i'm really reaching my breaking point here. i've been in love with this chick since high school and she keeps chasing other guys...but fucking me when the dates go wrong, help!

it’s been his dirty little secret since his years at tokyo tech. you’ve always been a looker, never were you short on attention from lesser men that aren’t worth your time—and yes, that includes when geto crushed on you all through the second year of school. but they never were quite what you were looking for, and every night of passion or attempt at a meaningful connection always ended the same—dialing up your closest confidant satoru to come console you and stuff your cunt full and wipe your tears–to make it better, like best friends do. 

satoru was all too aware of your little predicament, because he had struggled with the same issues–except he realized his fate years ago and was determined to have it. you are his and his alone, no matter how many scrubs that try to take you from him. if only you would open your eyes. you were obviously hopelessly in love with him, of course—that’s why no one could compare! and that’s why you always turned your teary eyes and pretty pussy to him after yet another date gone wrong. he knew he was the only cure, and he’s given up on hoping you’d see the truth for yourself. 

he tried to play the patience card, licking your tears off your face as he pounds his love into you, telling you that you’re worth so much more than those guys you keep letting break your heart. he tried being the nice guy that holds you after yet another promising prospect never texts you back–buying you dinner and bouncing you on his cock until you were crying from pleasure instead of heartbreak. each time, he buried his load in your womb until it was spilling out around him—hoping to give you no other choice but to pack your bags and move onto his estate to further the gojo clan with the very man at the head of it, but it seems your ovaries were just as stubborn as you are. he didn’t know how much more of this he could stomach—just waiting to be your knight in shining armor while laying in bed at night, staring at the pictures of you, both lewd and cute alike while wondering just how long it would take to have you laying beside him in his bed instead of the pixels on his phone screen. 

he’s had enough. it’s clear his plan isn’t working as designed. you must be on birth control—which is both irritating yet complimentary to him. of course you wouldn’t let these bums knock you up. is it insulting that this applies to his seed too? of course, but then again the whole dynamic was rather insulting wasn’t it? fucking other men and crying to him about it when they aren’t the perfect man for you. no shit—no man will ever know you like he does. none of them could ever compete with the life he could give you if you would just face the music. he doesn’t get it either. why bother? why look elsewhere? obviously you’re attracted to each other—so why won’t you make the next natural jump and stop it with the drama-packed weekly bachelorette episodes?

that’s okay. it’s really fine. satoru is such a good friend that he’ll help you, like he always does. he would simply help you to the conclusion that he wants and then everything can proceed according to plan! it shouldn’t be too difficult anyway, you’ll be calling any moment now! you had a date with yet another sure disappointment that gojo knows will desert you as soon as the date is finished. he’ll be dry and boring after the promising conversations you had in the days leading up to the date—you’ll be confused yet again—and the guy won’t pay either, set for split-bill city. gojo knows all of this because he’s ensured that’s what happens, of course! and this is the thirty-sixth man he’s had to pay off to show up to the date and forget about you. a price he’s more than willing to pay no matter how high, though it’s definitely added up over the years. and you know what—now that he thinks of it, none of them deserve you because their weak nature and corrupt morals. he’s been proven right every time, each one of these bottom feeders would take the money no questions asked—maybe that was due to his threats of horrific death if they so much as answered a text message from you again, but who could be sure? 

this one was especially easy to pay off, too. he didn’t even think twice about taking the money. it almost makes gojo mad. he clearly wasn’t heartbroken to walk away from you, and god you deserved so much better. you deserve a man that is willing to pay off any and every suitor that comes into your life just to make you his. you deserve a man so crazy about you he can hardly recognize himself. you deserve…well, him. he’s devoted himself to you for over a decade and it’s time for that to pay off.

your unique ringtone gets him out of his own head to answer, and of course, you’re crying and asking him to come over. pretty girls like you never learn, huh? that’s all forgiven though, as he is a teacher and it’s his passion to help you understand. 

“of course sugar. i’ll be right over. mhm–don’t mention it. that’s what friends are for.” he hums to you over his end of the phone, picking up his car keys to make it to you in record time. you’re your same beautiful self as you answer the door and welcome him inside, though he can see the tear tracks staining your face. it makes him pout a little at the sight no matter how used to it he is. he hates that you let these cretins upset you like this. 

“hey baby.” he pouts sympathetically with you, ducking under your arm to gaze around your familiar living room for any signs of a man he hadn’t yet heard about. he exhales a deep sigh when he finds none. he’s got his hands in his pockets, lips tightened in a knowing grimace. “so what was it this time? no—let me guess: split the bill and then he let you walk home in this weather?” 

you close the door after he’s entered with a heavy sigh. your bleary eyes fix on your hand still clasped around the doorknob, “yeah.” you tug your lip between your teeth and turn to face him. you didn’t have to answer him, for he already knew. it was borderline routine at this point and you were already embarrassed enough. you draw your arms around yourself to feel your own warmth, shaking your head. what was wrong with you? you used to be pined after, wanted—and now you couldn’t even get non-sorcerers to call you back. you haven’t had a second date in years, nor had an orgasm that wasn’t satoru’s handiwork. but even he didn’t want you permanently. you were a good friend and an even better fuck, that’s all. you knew it was pointless to yearn for him, sure he felt nothing other than his ever-present sense of duty and loyalty every-time he took your pain away–no matter the lies that poured out of his saccharine lips to do so. your sad eyes fix on his face, letting your plump bottom lip bounce out from your teeth’s trap. he smirks softly, cock rising because it knows exactly what that look means. 

but unfortunately for you, he won’t just hold you in his arms and promise that you’re worth so much more than you let yourself believe. tonight, he’s going to take what’s rightfully his—and his plan is already working beautifully. you never look away as you walk from the door to him, bracing your tiny and ineffectual hands on his chest. “what’s wrong with me, sato?” you pout, batting your long lashes up at him. his heart could stop just from that look alone. the comfort of his large hands covering yours soothes you already, making the tension drop from your shoulders. 

“you’re naive.” he answers, eyes as bright as ever as they glow like fireflies in your living room. if you were going just by the expression on his face, you’d think he said something kind or even funny, the way he grins softly and blinks his white lashes down at you in wait of your reply. you’re sure you misheard—every other time you asked this question he always said, “maybe you’re just too pretty, huh? ever thought of that, sugarplum?” 

“huh?” you tilt your head to one side, watching his expression shift to amusement. “naive? wh-what do you mean by that?” 

“well, if you weren’t so naive, you’d know, now wouldn’t you?” he pokes his tongue between his teeth, tucking his hands behind his back while you still lean helplessly against him. he likes feeling the weight of your body on his, and he’ll like it even more when he knows it’s a permanent thing. “you’re on birth control.” he states, and your confusion sets in even deeper. your brows furrow, but you nod. 

“yeah? what about that makes me naive?” you posit, used to his antics for the most part. you’ve been around him far too long to mistake his bluntness as an attack to you, even if it stings just a touch. though you did ask, and you have used him as your sexual relief and shoulder to cry on for years now. maybe he’s fed up with lying to save your feelings. 

he looks around for a second, humming. “where is it?” 

you also know better than to question him. if he’s asking you these questions it has to be for a reason—and you don’t have to understand him in the moment. just do what you’ve always done and trust him, support him on and off the battlefield–and never hesitate. it could be the difference between life and death. you learned that on missions together years ago. 

“in my nightstand?” you tilt your head to the other side. he has to admit your astonishment is adorable. he smiles down at you, cupping your cheek lightly. his fingers are so long that his thumb rests on the corner of your lips, fingertips brushing back your hair. 

“go get it for me.” he says as if he asked you to pass him the remote. you narrow your eyes to really study him—and then you see it. the teeming rage, the simmering crazy behind his eyes as they look at you. he is the most powerful man in the world, even if you were scared, there was nothing you could do but obey. but you trust him. and you nod. you turn to pad off to your bedroom and the clicks of his expensive boots follow. you’re used to the butterflies tickling your stomach as you lead him to bed, but you know something’s different this time. you feel like you’ll puke butterflies. but nonetheless, you pull the drawer of your nightstand open and fetch the little foil pack out of it, only a few pills missing from this month’s prescription. you turn to face him with it, mind racing on what he could possibly be doing. knowing him, he’s toying with you–trying to make you as nervous as possible and all this worrying is for no good reason. 

he sits at the edge of your bed, seemingly watching you with interest. he’s happy that you’re humoring him, that’s for sure. not even the faintest hint of protest. maybe you’re not as naive as he thought. in fact, your effortless obedience has his the crotch of his loose hakama’s tightening quickly. your heart jumps in your throat at the sight of him as it usually does—satoru gojo is far too beautiful to be in your house, supposedly telling you why you couldn’t keep a man. the black compression shirt was nearly criminal when it was wrapped around his perfect body. 

“good girl. now flush ‘em down the toilet for me.” he beams, blinding white teeth baring to smile at you. it was a simple request, really. he needed you to stop taking that poison and to stop entertaining the idea of other men. 

“why?” you swallow harshly, voicing your underlying suspicion. 

“don’t you trust me, baby?” he replies with a quickness, tilting his head to mirror yours. he’s doing well to keep himself together–you don’t understand his love for you yet, but he’ll take care of that. he’s a teacher, remember? “that stuff’s not good for you.” 

you hum. the side effects have been brutal, but you’re hardly in the spot for a baby. you can’t even get a boyfriend, much less a baby daddy. “yeah…i know. sucks taking it. guess i could get an iud or something instead.” you think aloud, voice becoming distant as you turn your back to him and dump your pills in the bathroom attached to your small room. you really undersell yourself. you could have been his bride eight years or so ago and been living large. but he’s going to fix it now. his jaw clenches at that declaration, and you feel him watching you the entire time—the doorway a straight shot from the spot he sat in on your bed. 

“no.” he says simply, the lightheartedness gone abruptly. it sends a shiver down your spine, makes your brain alert to the changes within him as he stands and cages you into the bathroom, broad arms stretching to block off the doorway. 

no? he doesn’t want you to protect yourself in any way? that seems a little ridiculous, but maybe he had a good reason. “satoru…i can’t get pregnant right now.” 

“why not?” he asks, looking over your little body nearly trembling from the darkness of his cursed energy growing more oppressive, nearly sucking the air out of the room. your heart pounds, more confused than you were at the start. 

“because i’m…single?” you try carefully, not sure exactly what you were dealing with here. satoru has always been so happy-go-lucky, even when he shouldn’t be. you remember begging him to talk out his stress so that he didn’t explode right after suguru left. so this anger you see set in his features shocks you, his bright and clear sky-colored eyes are clouded and murky, more cerulean than you’ve seen before. his brow is set and you can see the muscles twitching in his jaw. but he’s still smiling, and that for whatever reason is still real. 

“there’s that naivety again, princess.” he licks his teeth, shifting his weight from foot to foot. you look like a deer in the headlights, and he’s giddy at the rush that gives him. you’re finally in his grasp. “you’ve never been single. not since hmmm let’s see, march fifteenth, 2006.” he grins at you–”which makes all this dating real offensive, sweetheart.” 

you want to laugh, but decide against it considering his unpredictability. you shake your head instead, backing yourself to the wall. “what on earth are you talking about? we’re friends–”

“friends that fuck!” he laughs a strained snicker, straightening his posture. “and make sweet hot love, of course. friends that cuddle on the couch and have sleepovers. come on. we’re both adults, don’t insult me. you love me! which is great, because i love you too. i love you so much i’ve made sure that no one could steal you from me.” 

your brows must reach your hairline at that. “stop, satoru. don’t say that! you can’t mean it–fuck, you’re supposed to be married to a kamo or zen’in girl so you can keep making powerful gojo’s right? isn’t that what you always said in school?” 

“you’d give me powerful gojo’s.” he smirks, breaking the barrier of the bathroom’s threshold by stepping closer to you, leaning down to be on face level. “i was only trying to make you jealous sugar! just like this whole stunt you’ve been pullin’, dating around to try to find someone that makes you feel like i do? tch, hahahaha—it’s impossible!! just stop it, be mine and be happy like you should be.” he grasps your chin with a surprising gentleness given his unhinged and maniacal laughter, smiling down at you with something you recognize as his power-trip going off the rails—but. 

but you’d be lying if you said you were scared. he’s declaring his love for you in the most profound way possible, however crazy it–and he–may be. and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t absolutely see right through you. he has the six eyes after all, you should have known he knew what you were trying to do. you were trying to numb the pain of never being his…but you were actually manufacturing that whole scenario. you’re the only girl he’s ever seen, and it’s clear from the desperation mixed in with the insanity—he needs you. 

you reach back and flush the toilet, letting the little white pills circle the bowl and disappear entirely. satoru gojo has always been insane. you’ve seen it firsthand on many missions and battles against curses and sorcerers alike. it just surprised you to see him turn that look upon you–but now you know it was just to get your attention. 

though you don’t doubt what he’s capable of, you have no intention of pushing him to find out.

his eyes go from crazy to ravenous in seconds. you’ve accepted his proposal with hardly any effort and he intends to show you the difference between his sweet hookups and his passionate need to claim the woman of his dreams. 

“so you…scared off all those guys?” you ask, raising a brow as your face still rests in his clutches. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, nodding vigorously. 

“sure did, princess. i was trying to let you figure it out on your own…” he sighs, brushing your hair back behind your ears as his eyes scan over your body again. he needs to feel you. “but you’re not a quick learner, hence why i’m on plan b.” he winks, scooping you over his shoulder moments later. he puts you on your bed, the short walk made shorter by his teleportation. he’s just too impatient, brain swelling with the flashing images of you in traditional wedding attire and round with his heir. it all feels within reach now, and he has to try it out now. “gonna show you how bad i love you–you’ll never go anywhere else.” he mutters, lanky frame swallowing up your body, hips pinning yours to the bed beneath you. “you’re gonna give me a gojo and you’re gonna look so fucking good doing it.” he mutters, lips attaching to your neck reminiscent of the way they have a million times. though this time, there’s intention behind it—or well. this time you’re aware of the intention behind it. 

in all your times together, his dirty talk has been contained to praising your body and how good you feel to him. his incantations to knock you up has your heart beating funny and wetness pooling between your legs. you make a soft gasp sound for him, elongating your neck to let him leave real marks of possession where you’ve previously resisted. your body writhes and twists under his as his teeth knick and nip bruises into your skin. he’d spell his own name with them if he could, even a ring and a baby wasn’t enough in his eyes. he needs the world to know you’re his, that you’ll always be by his side, that you were born to be his. 

“that pesky birth control’s gonna have to wear off though–so we have time to get married before you get pregnant–if that matters to you.” he moans at the idea, hands sliding under your top to push it over your head. his mouth moves to suck the swells of your tits once they’re exposed to him, humming out his satisfaction at the warm skin. your head digs back into the mattress—mind absolutely drunk on his affection and devotion. it’s all you’ve ever wanted and now it’s right here, and from the man you’ve always wished you could have—how could you ever deny him again? 

your hands pull at the fabric on his back, hips bucking up for a source of friction. he breaks away from marking up your chest to bare his to you, throwing his t-shirt into some corner of your room to be forgotten about until tomorrow. this wouldn’t be your room much longer anyway–you’ll be moved into the estate within the next two days, he wouldn’t be able to live without you now. then he’s pushing you up towards the headboard, ripping off your lounge shorts to reveal those cute panties he knows you wear when you’re trying to impress him. color him fucking thrilled at your puffy pussy lips indenting the fabric around them, making him groan at the sight. he thumbs at your clit through the cotton, sparkling eyes flickering between the growing wet spot in your panties and the adorable scrunches of your nose and the pinch of your brow from the pleasure he’s dishing out before he’s even really touching you. you’re so cute he can’t pace himself, needing to consecrate your importance to him in the best way he knows how. 

you help him get you out of your underwear, shamelessly spreading for him after hundreds of rendezvous—you’ve lost your shyness and he loves it, loves seeing your neediness for him in the glaze of your pretty doe eyes and the way you swing your hips around to beg for his attention. “tell me you love me.” he hums, nosing apart your pussy lips. his cock throbs at the scent, and you feel goosebumps break out across your skin at his command. 

“you’re the one for me, sato. i love you.” you whisper so intimately he can feels his cursed energy pulsing like the rest of him. he groans, submerging his face in your cunt with a genuine pleasure you’ve only seen from him. he loves eating you out, loves the taste of you on his tongue—loves how your noises only rile him into fucking the bed, whining and grunting with his own neediness that he could only unleash once he’s properly readied you for it. 

“you taste so fucking good baby…so sweet down my throat. get loud, i don’t care it’s an apartment. you’ll be moving out soon anyway.” he smirks, latching onto your clit to make your legs jolt like they always do. it makes him giggle every time, and the vibrations feel even better against your sensitive bundle. he rolls it around his tongue, letting his index finger explore the wetness he’s helping you create. he pokes into your entrance, knowing how violently you craved something inside. his thoughts are confirmed by the way you clench around the digit, whining and bucking into it for more. he’s more than happy to oblige, finger fucking you with two long and thick fingers while his tongue works overtime on your clit. he loves watching you at this part, enamored by your face as your hips involuntarily jump from the bed, smacking your clit into his nose instead of his skilled tongue. 

your entire body is warm, jerking like you’re receiving electrical shocks from the pleasure satoru reigns down, gasping and sputtering on the edge of orgasm just a few minutes after he started. it’s always like this with him–though this time was special because you knew your life was changing before your very eyes—that satoru’s energy was growing so rapidly because he’s letting go of all kinds of stress and pent up frustration and anger. “please—wanna cum please sato–”

“daddy. i’m daddy now. ask daddy nicely.” he chuckles as he leans his head against his free hand, curling his fingers into the spot he knows so well just to watch your mouth drop and eyes widen in absolute blissful shock. you nod–brain fuzzy from his constant teasing and his new nickname. 

“daddy!! yes—daddy! please, oh my god—daddy let me cum!” you sound so good when you say it–it’s all he ever wants to hear for the rest of his life. he can’t wait for you to make him a real daddy. 

“oh missus gojo can do anything she wants.” he coos as if he didn’t make you expressly beg for permission, lowering his face to your cunt again with precise licks, shoving your hood back to absolutely abuse your sensitivity. your legs develop a mind of their own and you’re spiraling over the edge before you can understand what he’s doing. floating balls of color cover your vision and you scream his name just as loud as he wanted. he grins in satisfaction, hands resting on your knees so he can push himself forward for a sloppy kiss; slick covered lips sliding against yours so you could taste your own essence via his tongue shoving its way in your mouth with a hearty moan. you match his eagerness, making out with satoru with more passion than ever before–because you both have the security of knowing it’s real this time. he maneuvers his hips until his leaky tip catches on your hole, his breath shaky as before he shoves in like he always does. you squeeze him so tight it’s not hard to believe why he lost his fucking mind over this pussy. he truly would do anything to make you his, thank god you didn’t put up a fight. 

“fuuuuck–” he whines a little, finding it nearly impossible to even move in the first place. you feel the burn of his fat and lengthy shaft parting your walls like they routinely do, mouth dropped wide open in pleasure. satoru hovers inches away from your face, so close that the ends of his hair tickle your forehead as he picks your legs up—holding you by the back of the ankles before he sets a brutal pace. his nuts clap into your ass from the way he moves, length curving just right to fill you to the brim. he doesn’t even have to try all that hard to bottom out against your cervix, finding the way you moan and twitch so adorable. “this is why you have to be my wife—i need you for life, sweetheart.” 

your eyes widen at that declaration–though you already realized that satoru would never let you out of his clutches again. you knew he would marry you as quickly as possible based off of his desire to also knock you up as quickly as possible—but hearing him call you that, first missus gojo and now his wife, it all felt so real. his cock slamming into you only drilled it in further, his eyes glowing brighter than you’ve ever seen. the air also grows its own electric field, suffocating and thrilling all at the same time. your eyes are glued to him, entranced by the feral look on his face. you try to hold onto him, but he’s moving so punishingly you can’t even get your hands to work, mind and body on cloud nine. “you’re so beautiful. i’ve been in love…with—you–for years now.” he says in between deep breaths, trying to contain all his focus into drilling you unconscious. 

you shudder, feeling that was completely in the realm of possibility. his balls ache, the need to breed you just as heavy as all the other times you’ve come to him to clean up every mess of yours ever since he’s known you, the need to make you his in a way no one else would be allowed to—it’s carnal. he can’t stop until you’re full of his seed and it takes. he needs to see your breasts heavy with milk to feed his baby from. he needs to see you struggle with the weight of your belly so he can urge you to rest and let him serve you like you should be. he needs to see what the combination of your love looks like; what these last ten years of hard work would become. he’s painting your insides white and still pumping just as fast as before, watching your face tick and jerk with the pleasure you’re experiencing as you tip off of your own peak. he grins, shoving that cum as deep as it will go. he stops when he knows your body can’t take anymore, cuddling you to his chest until you fall asleep safe and sound. he has the whole world in his hands, and that’s never been enough. now he can sleep with a genuine smile on his face. he knows your body will regulate in a few months off the birth control—but that doesn’t mean he can’t get plenty of practice until then. after all, he has a problem! he has to breed his pretty little girl best friend turned future wife. 

[silvergyus]

Bro doggy style with beomgyu would be so sexy like- imagine him taking pics of u from behind or damn recording it. I literally need a fic dedicated to it.

take a photo

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

summary: beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind

warnings: kind of dom!beomgyu, beomgyu (consensually) photographs & records during sex, creampie, reader has a vulva, pussy slapping, mention of y/n's hair being long enough to pull, hair pulling (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ babe/ pretty girl/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 1,100+

author’s note: not sure if this is what you were looking for anon lol please enjoy my first time writing this kind of dynamic

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Beomgyu fucking you from behind with deep strokes, relishing in the way your pussy sucks him in. He’s big and in this position you can feel him all in your belly. He has a grip on your hip, lazily pulling you back onto his cock, hips still as he moves you back and forth. You let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled completely.

You can hear his smirk even before you turn to look at him chuckling quietly. His bangs fall in his face, shadowing his eyes as he looks down at you. He caresses your side and ass, still slowly pulling you back onto him. His guitar-calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You whine at the sensation, your skin electric under his touch as he moves you along his hard cock once again, his personal toy to use and play with.

“Pretty girl, already so fucked out,” he says, kneading the flesh of your ass, “and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You can hear the edge in his voice as his hands push you forward until just the fat tip of his cock remains inside you. “How are you gonna act when I fuck you for real?” he taunts, hips finally moving, pushing all the way in with a sharp thrust. His hand wraps in your hair as you moan again, burying your face in the crumpled sheets to muffle the loud sounds of your pleasure. Beomgyu tugs your hair, pulling your head back and making you arch your spine. You hear the click of a shutter and see a bright flash as he snaps a photo.

He moans as the photo displays on the small screen. His hips pick up the pace, spurred on by the permanent image captured in pixels. The digital chip in this old Nikon is filled with photos just like this one.

“Gyu!” you cry out, “hnngh- it’s too much.”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, “you can take it baby; I know you can.” He continues his quick, punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt sucking him in.

You moan again from his words, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Beomgyu’s hand is still in your hair and he pulls it once again. His other hand moves from your hip, supporting you as he pulls you up, back pressing to his chest as he continues to fuck into you. You see the camera as he raises it high, fitting both of your bodies in frame. “Smile for the camera baby,” he says right before the flash goes off.

The image that develops is your sweat-soaked skin, hair plastered to your face- Beomgyu in a similar state as the hand that isn’t holding the camera cups your breast, holding you in place as you’re impaled on his length.

Beomgyu groans when he sees the photo in the tiny, pixelated display. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, moaning into your ear- “so pretty baby, always so pretty for me when you're taking my cock.” His words draw a high-pitched whine from your throat and he allows you to flop back onto the bed. His hands are rough as they position your legs further apart to give him better access to your pussy. Once you’re exactly as he wants you, he snakes a hand up to again paw at your chest.

He drops the camera onto the bed, moving the hand that was holding it to your chin. “Look how pretty you are.” He turns your head towards the camcorder filming from the nightstand. You can see yourself in the grainy display. You moan loudly at the sight of you being groped and filled. Beomgyu laughs again, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he continues to pump into you.

“Can you cum for me baby? Want to see it in the movie.” He makes eye contact with you through the pixels on the screen. You nod, shivering with anticipation and the knowledge that he’ll watch you cumming over and over again.

“Good girl. Let me hear you when you cum, okay?” His hand finds your clit, neglected up until this point. You squirm when his rough fingers tease the bud. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes! Yes Gyu- so good!” Your voice is high and wobbly as he continues to rub your clit, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, coating them in your essence before returning to where you need him most.

His hips continue to pump into you as he chases his own high, his grunts and moans loud behind you. The dual sensations of his cock filling you completely with each thrust and his fingers finally playing with your needy clit cause you to cry out a series of broken whimpers and moans. The incoherent babbling of just your boyfriend’s name again and again as all other thoughts are driven from your mind. You can feel your high approaching rapidly, the tension building in your tummy as you race towards release.

Your cries are broken by a swift slap to your pussy- Beomgyu’s fingers landing perfectly on your clit, sending bolts of electricity through your body. Your orgasm hits you like a truck and you shake in his grasp, moaning loudly as you come undone.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me baby, right on my cock.” He moans, feeling you clench around him as your orgasm washes over you.

“Please!” you beg, “cum in me!”

Beomgyu’s rhythm falters as he cums. Burying himself to the hilt as he collapses against your back, the two of you moan in unison as he paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel his hips stutter against your ass, chasing his pleasure for as long as possible. You clench around him and earn a low moan in your ear. Your skin is hot and sticky everywhere his body touches yours.

You lay like that for a moment as the two of you catch your breath. Your knees burn, suddenly able to feel them as you come down from your high. You wriggle your hips, signaling to your boyfriend that it’s time for him to pull out.

He pulls out of you, marveling at the white, sticky mess dripping from your swollen pussy. “You’re so hot, baby.” You hum in content, face resting against the tangled sheets.

----

Later, after you're both all cleaned up, you find Beomgyu sitting at the edge of the bed, watching the video play on the tiny screen of the camcorder, the shitty speakers distorting your broken moans. You catch him smiling as he watches the video, eyes wide and extremely focused, tent obvious in his shorts.

"Hey babe?" he asks, "would you want to go again?"

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

[ipegchangbin]

lol z look at what chan sent on bubble!!! just can’t stop thinking about shy nerdy channie :( i wanna edge him sooooo bad :((

♡ … part 2

you know what? im bored and im gonna write smth

🏷️ sub!nerd!chan, dom!gn!reader, edging, phone sex

all he wanted was to call up his crush. he can’t stop shying away from himself, clutching his phone desperately.

it’s on speaker now, your voice — the stunning one he shyly requested over text — commanding his every move, demanding to hold off from satisfying his cock.

“sounds so wet, is your cock all leaky?” you ask, smirk evident even through the phone. and you’re right, his cock is leaking precum all over himself.

chan only humps his hand faster at your teasing. “i-i’m really w-wet,” he moans.

it’s so wet and hard that it’s sinful to listen to. you would’ve mistaken his cock for a cunt from how wet it sounded. the slick of his cock rubbing against his hand was so loud that you could almost taste it. you can only imagine the glistening picture of his dick with the brightest smile in your face.

but why keep imagining when you can ask to see it?

“turn on your video, chan.”

chan almost hesitated; he stops and stares at his phone with wide eyes, blinking twice before your voice speaks up again.

“i said, turn on your video. i want to see you.”

intimidated, chan angles his phone upwards and presses the video call button, exposing his whole body to you through the screen.

even with all the pixels, you see him in all his glory: he’s wearing thick rimmed glasses, hair tussled in its naturally curly state, cheeks and big nose both flushed with color that you’ve only ever seen in person when you smile at him.

your camera isn’t on, and chan pouts but doesn’t complain. he’s too shy to. or, he’s too scared to ruin your teasing.

“what a good boy,” you coo, “and may i see your pretty cock?”

chan shyly pulls his phone closer, but you can���t see all of it.

“no, channie. can’t see how good you’re fucking it.”

even at this point, he hasn’t stopped pumping his dick. so when he finally shows you himself, it’s all red and hard and painful. pitiful. chan tries to hide his face by looking at the side, but your laugh brings him back to you.

“look at you! why are you getting shy now? you’re showing me your pretty little dick!”

“b-because…y-you…nevermind…”

you laugh again and his cock twitches terribly bad in his hand. it’s pulsing harshly, the veins along his curve popping like there’s no tomorrow. his balls are extra defined at this state, almost as if he’s about to cum.

“oh, does my channie want to cum?”

chan whines loudly, shame leaving him as he reaches his climax. “i-i n-need to…cum—”

“no, no. won’t let you cum till you speak straight.”

chan gulps and a lump forms in his throat. if he cries, he’s doomed — he stutters more when he’s about to cry. but fuck, you’ve been demanding him over the phone and telling him what to do for what seems like an eternity, and he hasn’t shot up once.

“i-i—ah—i’m—fuck—i need…”

“no. won’t do.”

“i wanna—hah—”

your voice firms itself and you reprimand him. “doing so bad. how can you cum like this, huh? thought you wanted to cum so bad, why can’t you follow something so simple?”

chan blinks and tears fall behind his glasses. he whimpers like a hurt pet, but his hand squeezes around his cock.

“chan, repeat after me,” you command. “channie…”

“channie…”

you can’t help but smile to yourself at how cutely he manages to obey your demands.

“needs to…”

“n-needs—needs to…”

he corrects himself when he stutters. he opts for more squeezing on his cock, holding off from cumming. he can’t finish and you’re going to be strict about it.

“…cum. channie needs to cum.”

“…c-cum—cum. channie needs to cum!”

you hum, feigning uncertainty. chan completely stops playing with his cock in anticipation, and it makes you happy to see his girth twitching with need. his tip looks so frustrated that it could blow. if only you were there to make it worse.

why not make it worse now?

“i’m not sure i’m satisfied with that,” you say matter-of-factly, “keep talking till i’m good with it.”

chan’s face almost turns pale white. his hand finds the tip of his cock and palms it, blocking him from cumming despite the sensitivity. his glasses are foggy from the heavy breathing and whining, tear stains escaping the thick rims and falling down his cheeks.

“channie needs to cum,” he repeats like a mantra. except, he stumbles on every single syllable, growing more and more desperate and weak as he keeps speaking. he doesn’t stop at all though, determined to finish and satisfy you.

except, his cock is about to cry along with him, since this goes on for what seems to be thirty more minutes.

“oh, is channie tired?”

he whimpers so loud that it could be mistaken for a howl. “please, y/n! b-been w-wanting you so, so, so bad! i-i can’t help myself! i want to cum!”

“you do?”

“please!” the desperation washes all over chan as his heart burns, stomach clenches, and cock twitches.

“go faster,” you demand, referring to the hand on his cock.

he goes from palming and squeezing it back to pumping along his full length, going as fast as he possibly can. he fists his cock once, twice, thrice, four times, and he finally—

“stop.”

chan stops with a loud groan. he keeps groaning, pitch getting higher as he hesitates from screaming. chan almost cums, but his release is cut short by your demand, making him silently tear up. his phone is propped up on his side table now as he couldn’t stop shaking while holding it.

“please…’ve been…a good b-boy…so good…”

you laugh and command him to touch himself. go faster. then, as he approaches an orgasm, you tell him to stop again.

another thirty minutes passes by and chan is now so tired, glasses abandoned on a pillow, sweat drenching the sheets, ass up in the air as he’s hunched over his comforter from the pain and held-off pleasure.

“oh poor channie. look at your phone.”

he shoots his head up.

your face finally appears on video, smug smile written across your lips. you angle your camera slowly to reveal your naked body, one that chan had fantasized for the longest time, only to take away and laugh at the camera.

“hi, channie.”

the night’s only just begun, and he’s only halfway through.

[emeritus-fuckers]

How big is the Ghenis?

Reminder:

i'm stupid and i suck at maths so this is probably wrong

this is just for lols

i definitely fucked up with pixel measurements bc i used picsart

don't bother correcting me, it's not worth it, my results are funnier anyway

General assumptions:

According to Tobias, both Papa I and Papa II are around 6 feet (~183cm) tall. However, the fandom seems to go with the headcanon that Secondo is 6'2" (~188cm), so I'll calculate both. I'm using centimeters because I'm Polish and while I am also a masochist, I'm not that fucking mad. I will offer the final product in both cases in inches tho so y'all don't eat me.

According to Wikipedia:

So we'll use that as our base and assume Secondo is 8 heads tall. According to the same article:

So let's start with calculating those as a base. Since Tobias Forge has rather long legs (as seen below), I'm going to go with "four heads" rather than three and a half.

If we go with 183 centimeters tall Secondo, our proportions would be:

One head (1/8 of full body height): 22.8 cm.

Legs: 91,5 cm from floor to perineum (basically crotch)

Arms: 68,6 cm (I'm assuming from shoulder to wrist, since hand is mentioned seperately in the article)

Forearms: 34,3 cm (since the shoulder-to-elbow and elbow-to-wrist are relatively the same length)

Thighs: 40,7cm (according to a mess of a calculation that I won't get into because fucking hell)

During the fateful shot, we can see just a little bit above his knee, so for the sake of calculation we're gonna assume we can see the whole thigh, which is (according to Picsart) 155 pixels.

So, for the sake of calculation, 155 pixels = 40,7cm, which means 1 pixel is 0,26 cm.

The Ghenis is, from tip to base (at least as far as I can see but the quality is shit) 123 pixels.

123 pixels * 0,26cm = 31,98 cm (which is absolutely miscalculated somehow but I'm too lazy to actually check my calculations bc it's midnight. we're going with the monstrous cock baby)

According to online calculators, 31,98 cm is 12,59 inches.

If we go with the fandom, 188cm tall Secondo, the measurements are:

One head: 23,5 cm

Legs: 94 cm from floor to perineum

Arms: 70,5 cm (I'm assuming from shoulder to wrist)

Forearms: 35, 25 cm

Thighs: 42 cm

155 pixels = 42 cm, which means 1 pixel is 0,27 cm.

123 pixels * 0,27cm = 33,21 cm

According to online calculators, 33,21 cm is 13,07 inches.

Conclusion?

He was not kidding when he says he comes richly endowed.

~

Math done by Jez. Secondo's cock is to me what FNaF lore is to MatPat.

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[a-magical-evening]

Do you know if there's any photos or videos or anything with Matt and Trey hugging each other?

I wish I could say I know of recorded hugs, but unfortunately Matt and Trey don't appear to be very huggy with each other, at least in public. It's more likely they'll hold hands (usually for photoshoots or during curtain calls), or put an arm around each other.

They do like putting their heads on each other's shoulders 😍

(I'm very 'look how they massacred my boy' about the awful photoshopping job they did on Trey in that last one, but I can appreciate the pose at least.)

There were a selection of old slides posted to eBay a few years ago that had some extremely tiny and pixelated pics of drunk hugs from the same night these were taken.

Here's a post by @cock-tail-party with the best of the bunch. Somewhere out there, a very rich person is sitting on some of the greatest M&T pics ever.

There is of course the Coop and Remer hug from BASEktball's Canned Ham, but it's in character, so it doesn't count imo.

Another that doesn't count is the air hug from the concert. But it's always nice to see it 😉

The lack of hugging became a meme in 2022 Matt & Trey fandom. This post by @behind-the-blow pretty much sums it up, lol. Most of the silliness was inspired by this post where it was pointed out that Trey looked like he wanted to hug Matt several times while celebrating their Empire Award win, but he doesn't get one. (Matt, please just hug the guy at this point! He's sung a whole song about wanting hugs, come on.)

We got desperate in our hunt for hugs and maybe counted this one from For Goodness Sake II, where Trey dives across a table and into Matt's lap, just before the table collapses.

If you're interested, there's lots of fanart out there that fills the hug-shaped void. Fair warning that a lot of it is shippy, so ignore the bullet points if RPF isn't your jam.

There's an absolutely gorgeous piece of art by UnfortunateJerry on AO3 of Matt and Trey hugging in the art chapter of this fic collection (note: NSFW art in the same chapter.) It's life changing.

There's an amazing selection of M/T art out there made by @konstance - this hugging one is a favourite of mine.

This adorable piece by @cock-tail-party

I also did this hug art collab with @cock-tail-party in 2022, inspired by the Where's Trey's Hug? meme 😊

This answer became much longer than I anticipated, but I hope it gave you something to chew on at least. If I've missed anything obvious, please someone let me know in the replies.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I’m so sorry for spamming you but my mind is racing with ideas: you put the Life of Bucky Barnes Bucky NSFW art back on my dash and for the first time I thought… who’s taking the picture, Bucky??

And then I thought… maybe they’re recording a sex tape to fuck each other to later. Maybe Bucky will sit behind Steve with Steve’s limbs immobilized, slooowly stroking Steve’s cock as they watch Steve whimper like a whore on the TV, watch how Bucky sunk his teeth into Steve’s chest and shoulder until Steve cried, watch how Bucky rode Steve until Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head.

And the other possibilities… both of them always having a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but they’re possessive enough that it’s really only with each other. Steve used to have Bucky fuck him from behind in front of a mirror so Steve could frantically sketch them before it got to be too much and he had to bury his face in the sheets. Maybe Bucky saved up for months for a second-hand camera and the chemicals to make their own dark room so he could take pictures of his dick stretching Steve’s rim or Steve’s cock in his mouth.

Oh how wonderful the modern world is when it’s so much easier to satisfy these desires, save pieces of each other to enjoy whenever they want.

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Don't apologize! I'm loving this--I love hearing all your ideas.

Ooh, that's a good thought 👀 I've never had that before either. I must've just filed it away as a timer or tripod or something subconsciously, lol.

I fucking love the idea of that drawing being a screenshot from the middle of their sex tape. Like, goddamn, that is perfect.

And then you added on even more perfection in the form of them using the sex tape for later. Woof.

I am obsessed with the idea of power bottom Bucky that you've insinuated here--he's the one riding Steve until his eyes roll back into his head, overwhelmed, and he's the one sinking his teeth into his pale skin, biting until he's bruised, pink and soft and vulnerable like a ripe peach. Bucky is the one that's making Steve feel so good in the video, and he's the one denying Steve of physical pleasure in the moment.

Because of Bucky, Steve is now restrained in front of the TV, watching himself on the big screen. As much as he can, he's squirming, his dick is hard and leaking, aching to be shoved in the tight, wet space of Bucky's fever-hot body, and he's so fucking turned on that even though Bucky hasn't touched them, his nipples are hard, tight peaks. He's slick with sweat. Hair matted to his forehead. Panting. Eyes glued to the screen. Straining to hear every desperate pant, every whore-ish whimper, every slutty moan, and every filthy word or sentence that spills over from Bucky's mouth like thick, intoxicating liquor.

Yeah, Steve is taking in every pixel of pleasure he received as he gets, right now, absolutely none.

Any pleasure he does think he gets... it's all in his head. Unreal. The memory of how the touches felt. The way his nerves twitched and melted. The fire under his skin. The tightening of his muscles. The loss of thoughts, replaced entirely with nothing but, "Bucky, Bucky, Bucky BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky--"

So, by the time they've watched for long enough for the big finish of the video to be approaching, Bucky barely has to wrap up Steve's cock and stroke him once, twice, three times before he's shooting off. Hard enough to see stars with a scream ripping from his chest. Fighting the restraints. Unspeakably worn out, replaying every part of the past experience with the details of this moment--immobilized, spread thin, denied, worn down until Bucky could've breathed on his hurting cock and he would've exploded.

It's exhaustion in the most satisfying way 😮‍💨

Your other possibilities are also very, very delicious, but, goddamn, I couldn't help but latch onto the first one. I do love the idea of Bucky having a secret dark room back in the day, too. I wonder if those photos could've ossibly survived... I'm sure that'd jog Bucky's memory in the future if he found them in Steve's possessions in their shared apartment in the new century 👀

Thank you for sharing!

[mirakurutaimu]

(Re: your latest post about not being able to see things) this literally all the time on your NSFW Side-Account lol.

word? it doesn’t even have the lil pixelized icon… i guess i did Try to post artwork of uncensored cock and balls there once (it was hidden by the site almost immediately) so maybe that just permanently flagged it or something lmao

[akihabara-division03]

The day was slowly coming to an end and the anniversary for one of the Akihabara teams, Pixel Syndicate. But that didn't necessarily mean it was the end of delivering gifts. And fortunately, three gifts arrived for all three women, who were currently spending the day together at the penthouse apartment of Shian.

As the doorbell rang, the matriarch of the house went to the entrance and returned, carrying three packages, one for each member of the team. Not wanting to delay the inevitable, the three women opened each of their gifts and peered inside.

- Anika

Opening up her box, which was rather small, the hypnotherapist looked as what was inside was a small self-heating mug warmer. The division leader smiled as she knew this would help on days when she had to rush to get some caffeine or something in her body. Underneath the warmer was a letter, which read:

'Happy Anniversary to you and your team, Anika-san. Sorry if this mug warmer isn't a good gift. I've been backlogged cause of work and I had to rush to buy something. Still, I hope it helps and that you like it. Happy Anniversary again, and I look forward to seeing you in the city sometime!'

Sincerely,

Keiko Yumi

- Shian

Opening up her box, which also was somewhat small like her leader's, the bail enforcement agent opened it up and cocked an eyebrow as she pulled out something that was folded up. It was obviously a t-shirt; a black t-shirt to be precise. But it was what was written on the front of the shirt that made Shian laugh.

"That's true," she thought. On the back of the shirt, a note was attached that read:

'Happy Anniversary, Shian-san! 😁 Keiko told me it was you and Pixel Syndicate's anniversary, so I bought this for you! I thought it suited you since you said that you're like a bounty hunter, which is awesome! I hope we can meet again when we're out exploring! Happy anniversary again!' 😁

Love,

Criss Hiromi, Paranormal Investigator

- Makina

While the other two women were obviously happy with their gifts, Makina cocked an eyebrow at hers, as she had already opened it. Inside of her box was just a pair of... eyeglasses.

"Why in the world would someone send me these?" Makina thought. "I don't even use glasses. And even if I did, these are far too big."

Looking inside the box, the streamer noticed a letter inside. Pulling it out, she quickly read it and her face fell with a frown. Why? Because the note read,

'You're probably wondering why these glasses were sent to you. Well, it's because I noticed that your video game scores have been dwindling as of late, and that's been affecting your follower count. Plus, you are always the first one to get out whenever we play MOBA games as a team. I figure it may be because of your bad vision. How else would you explain how you foolishly walked into that obvious ambush on LoL a few nights ago? Hopefully, these will help you see better. Then you won't make such obvious mistakes. ...Oh, and Happy Anniversary, I guess.'

P.S. 'Git Gud.'

“I will murder you…”

Anika snorted, accidentally spilling the second cup of coffee from her newer mug and bursting into laughter.

“For how much you spend on your computer, I’m surprised this is the comment you get for your skills,” Shian said, dangling the notecard in front of Makina’s face.

Makina snatched the card from Shian, crumpling it up and chucking it across the room. She stormed out of the kitchen, mumbling incoherently to herself. Something among the lines of, “this is why I don’t play MOBA…”

“Hey, Makina, come back!” Anika exclaimed, holding back her laughter. “Oh god, that’s too good…”

As her laughter died down, she caught Shian folding up her new shirt.

“That little girl’s really taken a liking to you,” Anika teased.

“I’m never in a mood to babysit,” Shian said. “But that kid’s always getting into some sort of trouble.”

“Maybe you should join her in her adventures?”

“Hell no.”

“You say that now, but just watch. You’ll be tailing after her.”

[blogfullofemos]

This is a Little More Than Just Spidey-Sense 🕷

Okay, so I've made up my mind. After being so inspired yesterday by reading multiple of Miguel O' Hara fics by @oharahive, I'm planning to make a multiverse branch of my own. With that being said, lets take my first 2 blurbs: For Research Only Purposes and The Gag To Be as excerpts leading up to this story here. My story-telling is rusty because I haven't done much research to fully get a good plot of my own. But lets just say I can give juicy drama when needed lol.

Please enjoy this variant of mine. (Sorry I have to add the Loki to this). Take this chapter as the prologue to start it all.

There's really no warnings for this one. If you are reading this and feel lost, read The Gag To Be. Thanks in all for taking your time to read this as well, let me know how you feel 💗.

Pairing: Miguel x Fem!reader

Word Count: 875

    Miguel sat in concentrated wonder at the wide projected screen before him, his eyebrows furrowed between the bridge of his glasses. His eyes try to puzzle the piece missing in the scene, as the video stops to its end. Miguel bites the pencil within his hand, “Lyla replay it again.” he instructs rewatching the outburst you released within the conference room. Starting from the moment you flipped the table; he swivels his chair constantly amazed at the power to your fighting. What kind of spider bitten you to have these noticeable physical changes followed by quick calculated field of motion? Jessica Drew sat behind him with folded arms. “She could become a serious danger if things get any more tense.” she warns with immense concern, “Her webs are black like Venom’s but she’s clear of any alien symbiote intentions. Unless I become a grudge, then maybe she is to be Venom.”.

“Jessica she was bitten at the age of 16 so any signs of alien are definitely out of the equation. STOP!” Miguel exclaims making the scene pause and Jessica jump from the sudden yell. He gets off his chair and places the pencil to rest on his ear, you standing at the middle of the screen with your face just clear enough to assess. “Lyla zoom into her face by 4 frames, try to define as much as possible.”

“That’s gonna cost ya’ a ticket to CineVerse because this new movie abo-.” Lyla elates, her projection disappearing and reappearing around him. 

“Lyla this is serious than any rom-com you’re about to tell me. Zoom the picture.” Miguel snaps trying to catch the bouncing projection flitting around him.

“Not until you cough up the dough Miggy.” she quips back, blowing raspberries at his face before dissipating as his hand tries to catch her with more annoyed intent.

   “Miggy?” Jessica says with a smile, her eyebrow cocking to the new nickname. Miguel blushes intensely as he curses his big brain for creating the assistant that he had made. His mind remembering the first time you called him Miggy before all this fell into place. How he hated the way he wanted to hear you call him that again, but like changing it to something cooler. “How much Lyla?” he mutters through clenched teeth. Lyla stops flitting to sit on his right shoulder, “35$ and a Miguelito Happy Meal.” she chirps.

“Fine.” he sighs, earning an elated yay from her as she disappears into the projector. The picture of you zooming into your face. Your eyes were scarlet with black covering your whole corneas like his, his heart skipping a beat at the commonality he never knew you both shared. He walks closer to the screen to find more ways to define the pixelated face of you. “I was going to add this to the list of possibilities we could make on her case, but I wanted you to see it first.” Jessica adds rubbing her stomach as she swivels her chair. Miguel looks at Jessica wondering if she was coming to the same conclusion he was, “What if she was bitten by the same toxic spider you used to inject yourself with? Well, one of the many spiders you’ve used.” she ponders. His eyes scatter about as he tries to remember every toxic spider venom he used on himself. “But with her webbing…” Jessica pulls him back to focus “It’s black and when she shoots, she has the ability to retract it back. A noticeable symbiote attribute and yet she has no sign of being one..” Jessica helps to brainstorm.

    Miguel brought his attention back to your video, “Lyla, replay the video and keep the focus on her, keep the definition up. And tell me any extra attributes she displays. Dissect the webbing pattern as well.” He instructs, leaning his weight to his hands that grip the edge of his desk. Lyla groans with an elongated exasperated sigh, “What’s the secret word Miggyyy?” she sing songs, her voice echoing the immense lab. Jessica tries to hide her laugh as Miguel once again prays to whatever takes it to shush Lyla’s annoying humming. “Please.” he mumbles.

“I didn’t quite catch that Miggy?” Jessica prods, earning a piercing red glare from him.

“PLEASE LYLA, DO AS I SAY!!” he yells, rattling any loose screws within the lab and shooting his gaze back to the screen.

“You didn’t have to yell.” Lyla fake sniffles as the screen opens multiple other scientific scanners.

“And don’t get too comfortable back there Jess, you are the one to cause this to unravel in ways both of us never wanted.” Miguel quips, peaking over his shoulder to her. Jessica crosses her arms and pouts in offense, “At least I don’t fuck people’s apprentices because boundaries are a thing of the past.” she punches back.

“WE NEVER FUCKED!!” Miguel exclaims, baring his fangs at Jessica from the sudden angry outburst. Jessica’s eyes shot open as Lyla also stopped opening scientific tabs mid-way, silence enveloping the now confessional space. Miguel pinches his nose once again, blush taking over his whole being as embarrassment screams within his veins. You were definitely going to kill him if Lyla’s gossip girl disposition had anything to do with it.

[raymend]

yk pixel phone camera quality sucks cock but they're so indestructible lol

[myswimminglightcollector]

Double first posts!

About me:

35

I'm nervouse I'll add more here later.

This whole page is me expecting to just be horny into the void, But feel free to message

minors, do not interact with me

Hard limits:

Scenes in front of a public that did not consent.

Scat in mouths.

Idk, I'm sure you'll find others.

Rebuilding the feed

My Tumblr feed use to be full of women being objectified and used and degraded; hogties, being pissed on, kneeling in front of me and being subservient.

Don't get me wrong, this is still what I think about when I'm grinding myself against my vibrator for an hour plus a day.

But now I'm focusing on what I actually want more.

A man

Gooning for hours over people in situations you envy just doesn't seem like a good use of time anymore.

My former Dom

Wouldn't even let me cum half the time I asked. I'm hyper sexual, he knew this. He would focus me on keeping my home clean, self-care, being generally productive. I NEED that in my life. I need discipline.

I crave it.

I want a man whose not afraid to tell me no. Who is not afraid to spank me, a full grown woman who hates spanking, as often as I need it.

I can be a fucking brat. 😬

A man who is not put off by my desire to break rules and can make it very clear to me I won't be getting away with it. A man who can tell the difference between depravity and discipline.

I want to be HIS.

I want to be his cock-warmer. His fuck hole. I want to be worthy of these things and know that I have earned my place at his feet. To be kept humble, to feel second to him.

I need a man to..

Recognize that I need his guidance to make the most of life and push me to achieve things I never thought possible while ensuring I stay his humble and subservient little girl at his feet.

So, no more depravity on Tumblr?

Well, we'll see what my feed evolves into.

But for now I'm removing things I think my ideal Dom/partner would find objectionable.

Bdsm involving nudity

CNC involving nudity

Any uncensored woman wearing less clothing than a diaper and T-shirt.

Misogynist captions involving nudity

You know, basic Tumblr shit.

I'm very Bi, but most of my attraction to women in these photos is imaging being in the same position. My head is already full of scenes like this, it's just not productive to get stuck in a gooning feedback loop.

Censored?

Yes. Though I'm not the target audience of most of the content, the idea of getting off to pixelated women really triggers my desire to be denied and controlled by a man.

Diapers?

I'm not really into ABDL, but I'm a bit of a DL at times. And, I'm a slut, so I would dive happily into the AB side if a Dom in my life wanted to me too.

Diapers are a very simple way of constantly admitting that I am not in control of myself, and I have given that control over to others on occasion .

What does that leave for a Tumblr feed whose only purpose is to get me off?

Um, not much 😅 LOL

Right now it's a lot of women in diapers. Which just remind me I'm not in control. Censored women with weird captions like 'jerk it to my belly button'. And hot men in any state of undress often with their cock out or thinly concealed.

I like it so far!

As someone who almost exclusively sleeps with men, I was getting off to too much pussy. It's easy to end up there on Tumblr.

So many diapers. Maybe I need to cut back? I haven't seen a photo of a woman in panties in a week. It just seems normal now for us to give control over to our men, or the idea of them at least.

My horny brain defaults to not being in control now more than ever.

Though seeing only a clearly bikini clad hottie with only her belly button uncensored after a week has me far more aroused than I would have ever thought.

And when one of the few just straight male eye-candy blogs I follow scrolls into view I open my legs and I get off to the idea of being his.

[kurosukii]

LIFE UPDATE that really isn’t necessary but because i am an attention seeker, i have to inform everyone and also, i love oversharing !

hellaur everyone. so i disappeared for like three months because i honestly wasn’t feeling it anymore (a longer way of saying i got burnt out and didn’t want to admit it) and really, ghosting is in my blood LOL anyway so yeah that’s really why i disappeared, nothing major happened in my life, just my country 😵‍💫 ………… anyway done with the boring stuff !

i am unfortunately still a virgin 🫠

however i did get to have my first kiss at a club last june 🫣 i was kinda drunk and it was with a girl. to be honest, it did nothing for me. i really am only a wh*re for c*ck. what i did notice was that lips are really soft and kissing is kinda slimey (well we were both under the influence so it wasn’t properly executed 😵‍💫) and i almost kissed a 3/10 guy so i’m glad i was able to pull myself out of that one 🥴

right after this girl’s night out, i got sick for like a week (it wasn’t covid, i think it was laryngitis) you know why i got sick? because while i was Drunk Drunk, my stupid horny dumbass was trying to deepthroat the water bottles 💀 + i was screaming my ass out in the club so that really did a number on my throat 💀

aaaaand i also got a tattoo and my parents have no idea about it LOL (it’s a small red tattoo under my left boobie) and sometimes i forget that i have it so when i raise my shirt and my mom is within the area, i get 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 so yeah i feel 10x hotter with it 🥵

and yeaaaa that’s about it with my sad uneventful life🫣

now i’ll be addressing the future of this blog .

will you still be putting out content?

yerrrrrr i really wanna finish all my ideas but i’m not sure when maybe when i’m like 25 LOL anyway W H E N (claiming it) i do get back to writing, i’ll be doing that long overdue dilf bokuto and mafia suna 🥹

speaking of haikyuu, will you still write for them even when the series ends? (when you get out of your burn out)

don’t talk to me about haikyuu ending.

tbh…………yeah. duh. i am haikyuu’s bitch. but seriously speaking i don’t think i’ll ever stop loving haikyuu 🥺 they’re so special to me that i can’t really explain it in words (the pixel dick has a noose around my neck i think) 🥺 but yeah even when i haven’t been on here interacting, i’ve been lurking and consuming content LMAO AKKSNCKDM but mostly on ao3 but y’all know what’s currently going on with ao3 right 💀

will you write for other series?

i consume so much jjk content but tbh i’m scared that i might not put justice to it HHHH tho the scenarios in my head are juicy 🥵 however i think the third bullet on the writing agenda after dilf bokuto and mafia suna is giving gojo satoru the best head of his life that when you’re done sucking the limitless out of his pretty cock and swollen balls, his lanky ass will be shaking and panting like a little bitch 😌 (i’m not in it for bnha and kny but i do consume content 🫣)

honestly that’s all i can think of rn JDKCNDKD if u wanna ask more shit i’ll finally be turning my asks on (tbh turning them off is the best decision ever because i’ll feel even worse deleting asks that have been there for so long)

[flightlessangelwings]

Finish Him

Benny Miller x fem!reader x Frankie Morales 

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: slight smut (18+ only), cockwarming, bisexual MMF threesome, fluff, lots of kisses, established relationship, no use of y/n, you can tell I got very nostalgic while writing this lol

Notes: Written for Writer Wednesday (tagging @autumnleaves1991-blog​ and @clydesducktape​)! I saw this photo and immediately thought of Messy Pile of Affection universe! This takes place in that story, but this can be read on its own. Taglists are in the reblog, please fill out the google form on my masterlist if you’d like to be added! Or you can also follow my update blog @flightlessangelwings-updates​ and turn on post notifications to stay updated! Enjoy!

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“Hey guys look at that,” you exclaimed as you tugged on Frankie and Benny’s hands.

The three of you were out on a date night and it was a perfect evening. The weather was just to your liking, the restaurant was delicious, and the company was perfect. Ever since you, Frankie and Benny had become an official thruple, things couldn’t be better. You were all happier than you had ever been in your lives, and you felt safe and secure with your boys.

As you all walked down the street after dinner, you noticed a new little arcade that recently opened up. The flashing lights and retro colors caught your eye immediately and a wave of nostalgia ran through you.

“How about we go check that out?” Frankie suggested, “I haven’t been to an arcade in so long.”

“Me either,” Benny chimed in as he couldn’t contain his excitement. Benny was usually more physical, with being a professional fighter and all, but he still wasn’t able to resist a good old arcade game either.

Laughter erupted between the three of you as you all bounced into the arcade. The moment you all walked through the doors, however, you all felt the breath leave your lungs as you felt like you were transported back in time. It felt like the old place you used to go to as a kid, and you thought you would cry from the memories.

“You alright baby?” Frankie whispered in your ear.

You glanced between your boys who both had looks of concern on their faces, “Fine,” you breathed as you gave their hands a squeeze, “Just thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve been to an arcade and how much fun it used to be.”

“Well we’ll make it just as fun now,” Benny chimed up as he dragged you and Frankie towards the machines.

Both you and Frankie rolled your eyes as Benny dropped your hand and went right for a classic Street Fighter game. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but giggle as he went right for a fighting game. You shared a glance with Frankie before you let his hand go as well as you went for a Ms Pac Man first. Frankie picked an old racing game from the 80s that you couldn’t remember the name of and told you that he used to play it as a child all the time.

All of you suddenly felt like kids again as you let yourselves get enthralled in the bright colors of the games. Once you finished your game, you moved over and watched Frankie as he raced against the computer players and easily won.

“Guess you haven’t lost your touch then, Frankie,” you murmured as you kissed his cheek.

“Neither have I!” Benny hollered as he raised his arms up in victory, “Now where’s my kiss?” he joked.

Again, you and Frankie rolled your eyes playfully before you both gave him a soft kiss on either cheek. Benny beamed at both of you as he leaned in and kissed you more passionately on the lips before he turned and did the same to Frankie. You felt the tension rise between the three of you as the moment turned more heated, but before it escalated any further, another game caught Benny’s eye and he ran off in that direction.

“After you,” Frankie extended his arm out as you both followed loosely behind Benny and found other games to play.

You all spent hours in the arcade as you rotated between different games. Most you all were familiar with, like Asteroid and Donkey Kong, but you also found more obscure ones that you hadn’t heard of before. Of course, you also shoved the boys into a photo booth that caught your eye and took a few rolls of silly photos that you all would cherish forever. 

“This one is my favorite,” you commented in a soft tone as you pointed to the one where you all hugged each other and your faces were smushed together. It was cute and silly and perfectly encapsulated the relationship between the three of you.

“I like this one,” Benny pointed to the one where you and he kissed Frankie on either side of his face, “What about you, Fish?”

Frankie mulled over the pictures and picked the one where you were in the middle and cupped their faces on either side of you while they both looked lovingly at you and each other, “This one,” he breathed.

A calmness came over the three of you as you looked at the photos in your hands. Both Frankie and Benny covered your hands with theirs as they each took a sheet of pictures and you all shoved them in your pockets. You gave each of your boys a quick kiss before you turned your attention back to the wall of games.

“How about one last game before we head out?”

Benny’s face lit up as his eyes fell on a certain game in particular, “Hey Fish, how about a game of Mortal Kombat?”

A mischievous look came across Frankie’s face as he rolled his sleeves up, “You’re on!”

You watched as they selected their characters and readied their stances. Both men were so focused on the screen in front of them that they didn’t hear you walk up behind them. It was then that you remembered that they both had a serious side, and you darted your eyes between them and saw the fire that burned there. Benny and Frankie had their hands wrapped around the control stick and their other hands were splayed across the panel with their fingers on the buttons. You bit your lip as your eyes trailed up and down their arms and you couldn’t help but get turned on by their intensity.

That was when you got a glimmer of mischievousness in your own eyes and you leaned in between them, “Winner gets to cockwarm in my pussy tonight.”

They both gasped your name and faltered at your words before they looked at you with wide eyes. But they soon turned sharp in their gazes again as the friendly competition started.

You cheered them both on as they fought intensely on the small pixelated screen. As much as you would have liked to play too, this made it just as much fun for you as well. Plus, you knew that neither of them were truly the loser anyway since you all shared your affections equally. It was just a way for you to get them riled up for when you all got home later.

“Finish him!” Benny shouted as he quickly tapped the buttons for his winning attack combo and Frankie’s character lay on the ground in a bloody pile.

“Kitana wins,” he cheered himself in victory.

“I can’t believe you picked her to play as,” you playfully teased him as you kissed his cheek.

“She’s a badass, baby,” Benny defended himself, “Besides, I know she’s your favorite character,” he then turned to Frankie and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Good game babe. My boyfriend was a worthy opponent.”

Frankie looked at him with those soft eyes as he faked a pout, but he couldn’t hold it for long and all three of you burst into laughter.

“Let’s go home,” you whispered to them as you took their hands.

The moment the door to your home shut, the three of you were on each other as you placed heated kisses all over each other’s bodies. A trail of clothes led the way into the bedroom as you all collapsed down naked onto the bed with Benny in between you and Frankie. Hand and lips were everywhere as you all showered each other in affection until you all started to feel tired from the day. As much as you all wanted to make love until the sun came up, you all realized how late you were out as you laid out in bed. You had a promise to keep anyway.

You opened yourself for Benny as you rolled onto your side and parted your legs for him, “Come on, baby,” you purred.

Frankie reached around and stroked Benny’s cock a few times to make him hard and helped guide him into your pussy. You let out a soft gasp when you felt the tip of Benny’s cock at your entrance, but you relaxed when Frankie’s hand caressed and squeezed your ass while Benny slowly slid into you.

Both you and Benny let out heavy exhales once he was fully sheathed inside you and you dropped your head down onto the pillow. The stretch of his cock was a comfort to you and you sighed as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. Frankie watched with an affectionate look on his face until he settled himself behind Benny and held both of your bodies close.

“You can warm your cock in me, Frankie,” Benny’s voice was low as he turned to face him.

Frankie’s eyes went wide as he stared at him for several moments. Before he moved, Frankie leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Benny’s neck, “Just don’t let me hurt you,” he whispered.

“You won’t,” Benny reassured him before he let out a loud moan when he felt Frankie’s cock against his entrance.

You squeezed Benny with your inner muscles while Frankie caressed his body as he slowly and carefully slid into him. Low moans and groans filled the room as you all connected yourselves to each other and got yourselves comfortable on the bed. Frankie pulled you both in close as you all found the perfect position to lay all wrapped in each other’s arms.

It was quiet and calm and perfect as you all laid in each other’s embrace. Slow, heavy breaths from you and Benny told Frankie you were both close to sleep, but he couldn’t resist the thought that popped into his head. He leaned in close against your ear and whispered, “Hey babe, you gonna finish him?”

Laughter burst out in the room as you all cackled at Frankie’s joke.

“You boys are ridiculous,” you sighed as you kissed them each as your laughter died down and was replaced by a calmness. The three of you stayed wrapped up and connected together as you all fell asleep in your cuddle pile. 

[pixelfiend]

(Still haven’t cleared my drafts SORRY 🥺)

Time for a rebrand.

You keep suggesting I’m going to do it, then waffling, and also, waffles are pretty great. That’s not the point, but hey, going to set the tone on a positive note.

I I think I need this to be an all purpose hyper fixation dump zone, whatever that might end up being. I am still planning on finishing my current LITG writing and will forever be here for the fics & dicks (and the Hope edit that made me realize many important things about myself.)

That said, I chose this name & icon because Bobby reminded me of myself, and that’s what got me started liking him - a more social, lovable version of myself. I have grown & changed a lot since then, and I have decided that whole I like being an amorphous blob or blorbo at times, I like the idea of having An Identity online.

So, hi. I’m Zee. I’ll be changing usernames soon but fucked if I know what to, yet. I’m black, old (32 this year), queer/pansexual, neurodivergent and now ID as non-binary, any pronouns, (for some reason at this point in my life/journey picking pronouns feels weird, I’m open to interpretation, lol).

I live in Texas. I’m legally blind but hoping to fix that with surgery this year (not the same as fully blind, happy to explain). I work in digital accessibility and software development, but I also write and publish erotic romance - No, I’m not going to link you unless we’re friends or I idolize you ;P I’m looking to expand into thrillers, but I’m raising a preteen and my brain is being an absolute cock lately so I’m going to set the more reasonable goal of actually publishing some of my fanfic this year (somehow harder haha), for personal development and for the sweet, sweet pixelated hotties, babey.

So, hi.