#like i'd get bored w myself

[fluentisonus]

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[g0thsoojin]

📓🦇

[justthatspiffy]

there's such a jarring difference in watching dating reality tv when you're single vs in a healthy relationship

when i was single i watched it almost as an exposure therapy to people being vulnerable and performing romantic gestures, and while i had many moments of "no! that is not how we communicate with our partners!" and awareness of the hilariously compressed timelines of these shows, i was not overwhelmed in cringe

now, while i don't have any more romantic experience than the people in these shows (tho i may have plenty more communicating-in-healthy-ways experience), the romantic performance is thrillingly novel, the vulnerability is alarmingly rushed, and it's overall not as interesting to watch

[fantasycorrupted-a]

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[tardis--dreams]

I applaud the online shop who managed to completely mess up the vans size system and delivering me a size 39 instead of my 40.5 which i ordered ♡

[astrxealis]

damn i never thought i'd get into stardew valley this much but here we are !! makes perfect sense tho

[chiisana-lion]

hm

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

I really don't know if I'm strong enough

I know lettin him do the shit he does just makes me worse n that effects everyone

I don't know if the system even has a way to keep me away from him if it's not a choice I make n I just can't force myself to make that decision

I tried but it scares me so fucking much I'm just. Frozen.

I'm sorry I really really am. I hate that the things I do effect others. I also know apologizing doesn't mean shit n at some point it becomes just another burden. I don't know how to do anything different.

[apas-95]

I’m an anarchocommunist that thinks a lot of other anarchists are stupid. For example, I don’t think that most people will just make insulin or do garbage collection/processing out of the kindness of their heart, and I also don’t think if it was genuinely done out of the kindness of their hearts that it’d work great. My idea is that for the “getting people to do the shitty jobs” question, the people that do those jobs should be compensated better in some way. Maybe a larger/nicer house, I’m not sure on the details. But other anarchists will say “all labor is equal”, and while I’d like to agree in the “work is hard” sense, I think things for the obvious common good, like teacher or garbage man or doctor deserve some sort of reward over other jobs. And for the efficiency of the labor, I think *specifically for labor* there needs to be some sort of organization, and we can use what’s worked before. We don’t need to have bathtub insulin if there’s a factory right there, and if there’s no connection from the insulin factory to doctors/pharmacists and truck drivers then it won’t work either. Really, my main problem with Marxism/Leninism or Stalinism or Maoism or any combination of those is that there are specific people with far too much power over others. I’m ok with light power in the way of “man you gotta drive the firetruck to the burning building even though you hate the dude that lives there”, but I’m not ok with the idea of a supreme leader or representatives in a political sense due to as I’ve amounts of power obviously corrupting people.

Really I’m sending this to you to get your criticism of my ideas- I think you’re pretty smart, and even if I disagree with you on some issues, I think I agree with you on others. I also want to say that not all anarchists are… like that.

So, years ago, before I started reading any Marxist theory, this is about where I was at politically. If you think about any of the practicalities, you come up to points where, very clearly, the maxim of 'no authority at all' conflicts with being able to do anything. If you're seriously considering how society could be better organised, if this is something you actually intend on bringing about, then you make some amount of concession to reality - as you did with the firetruck example!

Now, myself, I went on like this for a good while, coming up with methods of truly democratic organisation that wouldn't be susceptible to the types of totalitarianism I'd heard about, ending up very similar to your position. I was interested, however, in how these 'failed experiments' that I'd learned devolved into bureaucracy started out, and I started reading up on the history, and realised, with some discontent, that what I'd developed, once I'd made all the concessions for reality that would be necessary if this system were to be the actual one real human beings lives depended on, was essentially identical to the Soviet system.

From there, I read up on Marxist theory, still basically wary that this had all, at some point, been taken over by an evil dictator, but able to see that the earliest stages, at least, had been exactly what I was imagining, but put into practice. Reading the theory, reading how their experience experimenting with different forms of organisation, and the failures of some types, had led them to discover what did and didn't work, and adjust accordingly, made me suddenly appreciate why certain things were done certain ways. The harsh experiences of civil war had revealed certain dynamics and mechanics in the way society and production worked, which translates into political theories that bore out results I wouldn't have expected (and neither had the communists who had discovered them through practice!).

Eventually, with some chagrin and a significant deal of excitement, I realised that much of what I'd passively absorbed about socialism, many of the common-sense maxims that I'd been taught by capitalist society about the nature of power and so on, were very much artifacts of a decades-long war against these communists and the system they'd built, carried out by exactly the corporations and empires I had thought myself opposed to.

I won't critique any individual point of yours, but I will enjoin you to try out some Marxist theory - Dialectical and Historical Materialism, or Socialism, Utopian and Scientific, or Principles of Communism, or even the Communist Manifesto, and to read between the lines of whatever capitalist source you read on socialism, to notice every [citation needed] and wonder what actually happened such that someone felt the need to make something up.

[sunnymainecoonx]

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Unfortunately it ends here but errrrr... yuh guess what happens next :3 (details will be written later) sighs I am fully aware there were more efficient ways to post these but this week literally destroyed me so errrr yeah life's great guys(it'll be better from now on)

Oooookay ranting time!! This is gonna be a lot so..... I'd be surprised if you even read it

Based off of real complaints from multiple people, horror doesn't fit in the mtt. For a few reasons anyways...... I won't go into details on that, but ya I decided to make him worse :3 we're travellin' to cannibal horror😈 instead of eating humans he eats actual monsters tho. Because of the lack of magic and also the monsters desperate needs they're slowly turning into flesh and bone.... something horror can actually eat. Not all monsters r flesh and bones though, like papyrus for example(I killed him off guys I'm so kawaii UwU) but anyways.... by just having something in his mouth, horror's starvation gets the better of him and he goes on the hunt... and is essentially insane. I just think... he'd either eat too much or too little, sometimes accidentally starving himself and sometimes going too crazy and just. Eats too much. Either way it's resulted in a lot of vomiting..... he's kind of self aware but he's just too insane to be bothered, and kind of getting bored he gets creative with his food(prey). Sometimes he may psychologically torture them, he likes the hunting games :3 he may add soemthing to his food to see if it'll get better, and he learns a way to add monster dust to his food..... I also think it'd be silly if he studied anatomy as a part of his.... scientific side. The anatomy of critters and underground animals, so if he decides he cares enough he can actually like. Make meat out of. Yk.

As for the bad Sanses part... horror does have Lv but it's rather low bc he works more with psychological torture and cleaning up. He has fed the others human before but he's the only one that can be considered cannibal, considered he ate actual monsters. Anyways he's rlly unhealthy w food bc. Like I said, he either eats too much or too little. He learns more about cooking with nightmares books(he just got books of everything rlly) and bc of his own situation he tries to get the others to eat healthily. I don't think he'd like- take care of his own eating though... bc thoughts r getting back at him. This results in a lot of starving hismelf(cutely repeats myself a bagillion times) which results in a lot of.. "hunger pangs". Like how he reacted to fried human(Aliza) in the actual horrortale comic. So he's got bad first impressions generally...(trying to eat the others)

[xenomama]

100 Follower Special!!

CW NSFW Ahead

TW NON-CON, REFRENCES TO SUICIDE

Siren Song

M!Siren x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Monsterfucker, Non-Con, mind control (sort of), Hemipenes, Double Penetration (in one hole), Kidnapping, Bondage, Biting, Overstimulation, creampie, Fluff (but only if you squint), Reader is Suicidal

I awoke in a dark place, my head spinning as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light. Once I got hold of my bearings, l realized that I was in a dark cave, a small body of blue water blocking the only way out. I realized quickly that I was in an underwater cave, the walls of which were lined with glowing bioluminescent moss.

A cold breeze blew through the cave, making me shiver, and I noticed I was naked, every part of my body exposed to the cold air of the cave. I looked around desperately, trying to find something to cover my body with, when I heard something in the water. I whipped around, watching the ripples move across the surface.

It was then that i recalled the tales I'd heard of sirens kidnapping humans, and I prayed to the gods that this wasn't the case. I stared at the rippling blue water for a moment, before going back to looking for something to cover my body. I heard the water move again, but this time, I ignored it, thinking to myself that it was just a fish. It was when I heard his voice that I realized it was no little fish.

"Well, hello there~"

I whipped around again, only to come face to face with a huge siren, who was holding himself up from the water to watch me. I yelped and fell back, trying to cover myself with my hands and arms, which only made the siren laugh as he stared at my naked body. I trembled under his gaze, his bright blue eyes seeming to pierce my skin as they glowed in the dark of the cave.

His dark purple tail flicked back and forth in the water, reflecting pink in the dim light of the cave. His dark shimmery skin caught the reflections on the water, and his black fluffy hair dripped with water, sticking to the skin of his forehead. He was, handsome, to say the least. He looked much different than how the stories described sirens, as terrifying beasts with long ratty hair and sharp needle like teeth.

"W-w-where a-am I?"

I stuttered as I spoke, both the cold and my nerves making me sound more scared than I was, or at least that's what I thought. The siren looked at me and chuckled, a deep mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"You're in my home, of course."

He grinned as he answered me, his deep blue eyes seeming to bore into my very soul. I trembled as I tried to speak up again, wanting to get as many answers out of him as I could.

"W-why am I h-here..?"

At this, the siren frowned, glaring at me as he opened his mouth full of sharp shark-like teeth to answer me.

"Why do you care? It's not like you were going anywhere else."

I flinched at his response, wondering what he meant by 'not going anywhere else', and then I remembered. I was trying to kill myself. I'd come to the beach to drown myself, and that's when he must have caught me.

"You finally get it now?"

I looked back up at the looming creature in front of me, and silently nodded.

"Heh, about time. I mean, it's not like you had anything better going on, so I figured, you have a nice body, why not use you as a fuck toy?"

I winced at what he said. A fuck toy? How would that even work? I didn't have much time to think about it before I heard something strange. It sounded like, a song. I bolted up as I realized what the siren was doing. I frantically looked around for an exit, some kind of way out of the cave, but it didn't work. Before I could even think of a way out, the song overtook me.

It felt like I was drunk, or maybe high. All I knew was that I wasn't in control of my body anymore, the only sense of self I had left being a little voice in the back of my mind telling me something wasn't right. I began to walk towards the siren, my feet dipping into the water as the voice screamed in my ears, but the sirens song was so much louder.

I stepped onto the slippery rocks that lay just below the surface of the water, wading deeper and deeper, as the siren led me towards what I assumed would be my death, but instead of drowning me, he had me stop at a ledge, my waist just above the water.

He continued to sing as he pulled something out from under the water, before swimming back to me and sitting on the ledge I now stood on. His song commanded me to sit on his lap, and so I did, my chest just above the water as his scales rubbed against my pussy. He then pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together with something. Only then did his song stop.

I snapped out of my drunken trance and tried to punch him, only to realize what he'd done. I blushed as he pulled me into his chest, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light the algea provided. He leaned into me and whispered something in my ear as he slipped his hand between my legs.

"By the way, my name's Elai~"

That was the last thing he said before plunging his fingers into my tight virgin hole.

"A-aahh! F-fuck!"

I screamed at the newfound sensation of being invaded. Despite my age, I'd never had sex, never even used any toys, so the feeling of his large, thick fingers slipping in so deep inside of me, stretching me so wide, was both painful and full of pleasure.

I bent backward, my back arching over so that my hair brushed the surface of the water, allowing the siren Elai to bury his face in my chest and bite at the skin of my breasts.

I slowly got used to the feeling of Elai's fingers scissoring my pussy open, the pleasurable feeling of him suckling my breasts aiding in the increasing pleasure building in my body, as a strange feeling built up with it.

A knot, growing tighter and tighter in my stomach, making me shiver. I screamed as it came undone, my pussy fluttering around Elai's fingers, a hot liquid slowly leaking from my pussy as I came down from my high, the sirens large fingers never letting up as they spread my pussy wide for his cock.

Or I should say cocks. Two of them, thick and tapered at the ends, standing proud and tapping against my stomach, precum dripping from their tips. I whimpered when I saw them, whispering to the siren.

"Th-they won't fit-"

"Shhhh, don't worry, we'll make them fit~"

I cried out as he inserted a third finger, sketching me open even more. After making me cum once again from the stimulation of stretching me wide, Elai finally removed his fingers from my pussy.

He grabbed onto my hips and pulled me closer to him, positioning me just above his cocks, the tapered tips teasing my entrance.

I started to cry as he gently pushed his cocks inside, both at the same time. I screamed as they pushed deep inside me, stretching my pussy so wide, filling my body with immense pain and pleasure.

He bottomed out, letting me rest for a moment and adjust to the size and feeling of both his cocks inside me. I clenched around him as he toyed with my breasts, suckling on one nipple while one of his hands pinched and pulled on the other.

I jolted and whined as he began to move inside me, gently guiding me up and down on his cocks.

"A-ah! Aah~"

I gasp and moan, the feeling of riding him so pleasurable. I squirmed and tried to free my hands from their bonds, to no avail. I wanted so desperately to grasp at his soft hair, but the rope kept my hands bound tightly behind my back.

Elai chuckled when he felt my squirming, gripping my waist even tighter than before as he bounced me on his cocks.

"It's no use trying, I've been watching humans tie each other up for centuries. I know how to make your binds nice and tight~"

I moaned again as he slammed me down, and I began to feel the knot in my stomach start to form again, as Elai brought me closer to my third orgasm.

I screamed as I came for a third time, receiving no breaks from the siren as he continued to make me ride him.

I whimpered, now overstimulated, and tried to squirm out of my binds again, only for Elai to bite down on my breast, sending a shockwave of pain through my body.

I cried out as his sharp teeth sunk into my soft skin, drawing blood from my flesh. He quickly lapped it up, the hand that was toying with my other breast moving downwards to play with my clit.

I yelped as his finger began to trace circles around it, making me jolt as, once again, another knot began to form.

"N-no... please... no m-more..."

I whimpered as I felt him begin to move faster, his hips rutting upwards as he moved the hand on my clit to the rocks behind him in order to stabilize himself.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we're almost done~"

He gripped my hips as he moved me up and down, his own rutting upwards into my mine as he chased his high.

I felt myself come undone again, clenching tightly around him as I fell into his chest, no longer able to keep myself upright.

Only a moment later did I feel something warm flood my insides, filling up my tight pussy, making me moan at the strange sensation.

The siren held me close and scooted back a bit, before laying down on the rocks, keeping my head just above the water so I could breathe.

We both panted as we came down from our highs, myself being relieved at finally getting the chance.

"That, felt amazing."

I heard the siren chuckle at his own comment, his hand gently rubbing my back as I began to drift off.

"Perhaps, I'll keep you alive for a bit longer~"

I smiled with pleasure as I closed my eyes and whispered to Elai.

" I wouldn't mind that..."

His gentle laugh was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

hi this is my first time sending a request and this one was rejected by other writer so I wondered if you could write it instead. I love quinn and I was thinking about a quinn fabray x fem!reader where reader was quinn first love back in middle school in that old school of hers and they had confessed to each other. reader loved quinn since her lucy caboosey phase and you could add that russell or Judy found out and separated them and encouraged quinn to get the nose job and lose weight. anyways, reader goes to McKinley during season 2 where quinn is trying to get her life together and she snaps when reader tries to approach her using her old name they don't speak anymore but reader always look out for quinn from the sideways (she's not from the glee club but she befriends Rachel) and quinn gets even more pissed when she catches rachel mentioning you before glee starts. the whole mess with lucy caboosey gets out and they finally speaks w reader comforting Quinn. make it angsty with a happy ending do not spare our feelings😂

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Still By Your Side

You know you're staring, but you can't help it. Something about this girl in your class is so familiar. You just can't put your finger on it.

See, you used to live in Lima, but you moved away in middle school. Forced away, rather. Now you're back and junior year began at McKinley High. While you recognized a lot of people, this one person just couldn't jog your memory.

Not until her eyes bore into yours.

As soon as class ends, you pack up your things and dart after the blonde.

"Hey! Wait!"

The blonde turns around, eyebrows cocked with an annoyed look on her face. She doesn't say anything, waiting for you to tell her why you're bothering her.

You take a moment to take her in. This girl was beautiful, that's for sure. There was a grace about her to match. Even her annoyed face looked pretty. You shake the thought from your head before finally speaking.

"Lucy, right? Lucy Fabray? It's me, Y/N."

Almost immediately, a hand covers your mouth and you're shoved against the lockers. Eyes blazing with fury found your shocked ones.

"I don't care who you are. I don't care how we met. But you will NEVER utter that name ever again." She leans closer and dangerously lowers her voice. "I am not Lucy and I will never be again. I am Quinn Fabray. Lucy is dead."

She pushes off of you, shoving you further into the lockers before striding away. You just watch her leave, your heart breaking with each step she takes. You didn't even notice the person next to you until she spoke.

"Sorry about her. She's always been like that."

With a jolt of surprise, you turn to look at the short brunette next to you. There's a moment before you look towards Quinn again.

"No... Not always." A sigh escapes your lips before you turn your attention to your companion. "You're friends with Lu-er... Quinn?" The brunette lets out a soft, rueful laugh.

"Kind of? More like rivals, I guess. We're both in Glee Club together. I'm Rachel Berry." She holds out her hand, which you take to shake.

"Y/N," you reply. "Y/N Y/L."

"If you wanna get close to Quinn, you can join Glee. We always need more members anyway." She offers. You consider it for a moment before shaking your head.

"Nah. I won't bother her like that. And I'd rather get myself settled before joining any clubs." You smile. "Thanks though. Maybe in the future." Rachel returns your smile with her own wide one.

"I'll hold you to that."

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As the days pass, you learn more about Quinn thanks to Rachel. Her pregnancy and the resulting fallout with her parents, her life with the Glee Club, and now her determination to return to life before her baby. It was a lot and you weren't surprised by how much it affected her. You've already decided to stay out of Quinn's way, but they didn't mean you weren't still drawn to her.

While you tried your best to avoid directly interacting with the blonde, there were times when it was inevitable. Much like when she and Santana got into a fight in the hallway and you made it a point to pull Quinn away while blocking the Latina's attacks with your body.

Quinn didn't even acknowledge you.

It wasn't ideal. Your heart squeezed in pain with every rebuff. But the love you held for her, from the moment you met Lucy, it was worth every glance.

Only once did Quinn speak to you after meeting again. It had been months of just being in her orbit. But suddenly, you're slammed against the wall.

"Stay away from Berry." She growls. "I already have to deal with you everywhere else. I don't need that dwarf opening her big mouth to speak your name."

Recovered from the push and sudden rant, you retort.

"We haven't spoken since the first day! I even honored your request, Quinn. I don't understand why you dislike me so much."

"You don't get it." She leans into your space. If you weren't so frustrated, you would've blushed. "You're the only one who knows about Lucy. About everything I had to go through because of her. You can ruin my reputation with that knowledge. How can I not hate you?"

You could only blink in shock. So much was forgotten. Or rather, repressed. After a moment, you sigh.

"Quinn... What would I gain from that?" With a slump, your head thumps against the wall. "You may have forgotten but I... I loved Lucy." You hear a soft gasp. "I still love her. Even after your parents forced me away. Even after all this time."

You finally look straight into Quinn's eyes.

"If I ever talk about Lucy, it will only be with love and adoration. But since you don't want any indication of her existence, then she'll live in my heart. I'm not here to hurt you, Quinn. You have my word."

With that last word, you push past Quinn, leaving her in the hallway. You laid everything out there and you hope the blonde would trust you.

You didn't notice the look of awe in her face.

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The first thing you noticed when you walked into school the next week were the whispers. Gossip sprung up all around you. You were confused until you were faced with a poster of a familiar photo.

Lucy Caboosey.

Almost immediately, you move to look for Quinn. At the choir room, you were met with most of the New Directions. Upon seeing you, Rachel rushed up.

"Y/N!"

"What's going on?" Another girl piped up.

"Fabray was being more annoying than Rachel." You recognized her to be Lauren Zizes. "I found out her little secret and decided to even the odds for Prom Queen."

You just stared at her. "YOU WHAT!?"

Everyone jumped at your voice.

"Do you know what she had to go through because of that bullying? I basically had to be her bodyguard in middle school just so she wouldn't be pushed to do anything drastic. And. You. Bring. That. BACK!?"

It didn't matter that Zizes was twice your size and stronger. She shrunk at your rage.

"You better damn well hope I find her before I see you again."

You whirl around to continue your search for Quinn, leaving the group in fear and awe.

Eventually, you follow the trail of torn posters to a classroom where you find the blonde crying at a desk. Quietly, you take a place across from her and wait for her to acknowledge you. It didn't take long for her to look up at you with teary eyes.

"Y/N..."

You smile. "Hey, Luce. Sorry I wasn't around to protect you this time." Quinn let's out a scoff.

"Please. I pushed you away. It's my own fault." A sigh escapes her lips. "How am I going to face the school now?"

"The same way you always did."

Quinn just looks at you, confused.

"Sure, you had an outburst. But you can't let that, or your past, dictate what you do now." You reach out your hand, palm up in an inviting manner. "You show that it doesn't control you. Even if you're just faking it."

She stares at your hand.

"Why are you doing this? After everything that's happened between us." You just give her a sad smile.

"I told you before. I love Lucy. Always will. I told her that as long as I was around, I'd protect her. I intend to keep it."

A tear falls from Quinn's eyes as she looks at you with wonder. Her hand covers yours and she revels in its warmth.

"Do you think you can... Love Quinn like you did Lucy? I've changed so much since you left. I'm not Lucy Caboosey anymore."

"Quinn," you start. "I don't think I could love you like I did Lucy." The blonde wilts, her heart breaking. Her hand clutches tighter onto yours. She had been so scared of her reputation crumbling that it masked her own feelings for you. Feelings she held for so long.

Quinn's actions catch your attention and when you look into her eyes, you're struck by the emotion in them. In an instant, you're back in middle school and falling in love all over again. You let yourself stay in that moment for a bit before speaking again.

"Lucy has a special place in my heart. She's my first love." You watch as your thumb caresses Quinn's hand. "It'll always be there, but it'll never grow." Your eyes meet again. "It can grow with you though. I may not know Quinn as well as I did Lucy, but I'd like to."

The smile on your face is immediately covered by soft lips. In a surge of emotion, the blonde leaned forward to kiss you. Before you could even react, she retreats.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself..." The light blush on her face sparks another memory and your smile widens.

"And here I thought I'd be the one to break." You chuckle. Gently, you lift her hand and kiss each knuckle. "Maybe let me kiss back this time?"

Quinn's blush deepens.

[greazyfloz]

Any chance you’d write a thigh riding piece with Trevor Zegras? Maybe it starts off as a joke between two friends and ends up being more?

Smut: 1. "What did you just say?" w/ Trevor Zegras

Wanna Try

I was hanging out with my friend Trevor at his house like I normally did when I was bored. We weren't romantically involved, just platonic, but I'd be lying if I argued against his attractiveness.

“If I knew you where going to be so boring I would have gone to the beach instead” I say to him as we sit on his couch.

“I thought it’d be better than being alone” he says not looking away from his game, “you have something better in mind?”

“Not watching you play video games” I say and he laughs

“I offered the other controller” he shrugs. I roll my eyes making him laugh as he continues to play his game, “just let me win this game and we can go for a drive or something”

As I scroll through my phone and I can see Trevor wipe his sweaty hands on his shorts making them ride up slightly showing more of his thigh. His thigh flexes suddenly as he throws his controller on the couch across the room but I began to feel some type of way. I began thinking about grinding myself against his thigh making me wetter and wetter.

“What?” Trevor says gaining my attention

“I was just thinking of riding your thigh” I say. After I said it my eyes slightly grow wider and Trevor giggles as he looks at me with slight confusion on his face. “I mean the concept of thigh riding” I say trying to cover up

“Like you want to rub yourself against my thigh? Is that a thing?” He laughs

“Apparently it is” I say ignoring his first question

“Wanna try it?” He asks and I almost choke. I’m so horny and his offer is not helping. I try hard not to shift in my seat, “just for fun”

Without answering him I stand from my spot beside him on the couch and look down at Trevor spreading his legs out slightly. I lift my leg over his and lower myself so I am cradling his thigh as I sit. Trevor leans back smirking as I begin grinding my sweatpants against his leg. Being as horny as I was, I was already somewhat close, but I can’t help but get even wetter when Trevor leans back up to take his shirt off before leaning back.

“Take them off” he says. I stop grinding on his leg and look at him questioningly, “take your pants off”

“I-okay” I say getting off his thigh then pulling my sweatpants as he bucks his hips forward to do the same. I come closer to Trevor who is only dressed in briefs, in only my panties and a t-shirt.

“Panties too”

I nod stepping back again and sliding my panties down my legs then pushing them to the side once they hit the floor. I look over to Trevor palming his bulge through his briefs watching me come closer.

I cradle his thigh once again, lowering myself until my wet pussy touches his thigh. The touch made we wince as I was very delicate at the moment. Trevor bites his lip slightly watching me rub my wet pussy back and forth up and down his thigh.

“You’re so wet” he says continuing to palm himself. He stops to reach for the bottom of my shirt and lifting it over my shoulders, “this was a good idea”

The moans I was trying to keep quiet escaped my mouth as Trevor pointed his toe digging into the ground making his thigh muscle flex as I grind myself back and forth against him

“F-fuck” I moan as I feel my self getting closer and closer to release, “I-I’m- FUck!” I whimper as I cum on his leg, throwing my head back as I continue to grind through my orgasm.

I stand up bending down to grab my clothes. As I stand back up I see Trevor stand and make his way to the bathroom, “where are you going?” I ask him

“I- There is something I need to do” he says as he enters his bedroom shutting the door behind him

Pt. 2??

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

One serene afternoon.

I finished work early and was on my way to Kicho's room.

(I wonder if there's anything I can help with today.)

(But Kicho is the type of person who handles everything by himself.)

Mai: "Sometimes, I wish he'd rely on me more."

Just as I muttered that under my breath,

Fuku's voice: "Kicho! Kicho!"

Mai: "Fuku?"

(Fuku rarely makes this much noise. Could something have happened to Kicho?)

Mai: "Excuse me!"

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Kicho, where are you?"

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Under Fuku's excited fluttering, something was squirming underneath the pistol.

(Is that a plush toy!?)

Kicho: "Sorry, Mai. Can you lend me a hand?"

Mai: "Is that voice coming from you, Kicho!?"

Kicho: "Yeah, unbelievable as it may seem."

I hurriedly put away the pistol and picked up a small, fluffy plush toy that bore a striking resemblance to him.

Mai: "W-What the hell is this?"

Kicho: "I have no idea. Before I knew it, I found myself shrinking."

(Shrinking? More like turning into a plushie.)

Kicho: "I was utterly stuck and couldn't move. Thanks to you, I'm saved."

Kicho: "I'd like to do something to repay you, but..."

(This gentlemanly side... Yeah, that's definitely him.)

(But...)

Mai: "Cute."

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "Sorry! That was insensitive of me. But you're just too cute; I couldn't help it."

Kicho: "Am I cute now?"

Mai: "Yes, very."

I moved in front of the window and used it to show him his reflection.

Kicho: "----!"

He seemed shocked and was at a loss for words.

As I helped with paperwork, dusk began to fall.

Mai: "So, you're staying as a plushie, huh?"

Kicho: "Seems so. I'd like to find a way to turn back into a human, but I have no clue where to start looking."

Kicho, who had been watching my work on the table, raised his arm with a little hop, then started tilting his head and moving his arm up and down.

Mai: "What are you doing?"

Kicho: "I was trying to cross my arms."

(I see, his arms are too short to reach!)

Mai: "………"

(I shouldn't laugh like this when I should be worrying.)

I bit my lip to hold back my smile.

Kicho: "I guess it was the wormhole that caused it."

Mai: "So, the distortion in space-time changed your form?"

Kicho: "Yeah, although it's weird that I turn into a plush toy."

Mai: "True. It's also weird that it didn't affect a modern person like me."

Fuku: "Modern?"

Fuku, now completely calm, seemed very interested in Kicho's appearance, trying to peck at him with its beak.

Kicho: "Sorry, Fuku. I'll play with you once this is over. Just wait a little longer."

Kicho: "Mai, seal this letter."

Mai: "Sure."

I obediently sealed the letter meant for his business partner.

Mai: "Is there anything else I can do? Please don't hesitate to ask."

Kicho: "No, everything else is fine. Sorry for the trouble."

As he shuffled unsteadily across the table, I reached out instinctively to steady him.

Kicho: "Sorry."

(Even in such a situation, he's still so considerate.)

Mai: "It's okay. Please don't hesitate to ask for anything."

I gently placed him back on my hand and brought my face closer.

Mai: "I hope you can return to your original form soon, but I'm glad I can help with your work."

Mai: “I’ve always wanted to be more helpful.”

Kicho: “Mai.”

Kicho: “Having you by my side is more than enough. You’re too kind to me.”

Mai: “Stop being hard on yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to rely on others a bit more.”

Kicho: “........”

Kicho: “Thank you. That kindness of yours is what saves me.”

He walked over to me, hugging my finger with his tiny arms and pressing his face against it.

(That’s supposed to be a kiss, right? So cute!)

Kicho: “Then, may I rely on you?”

Mai: “Of course!”

Kicho: “I’d like to get some extra envelopes ready in case I’m still like this tomorrow.”

Mai: “The stock is on that shelf, right?”

Holding Kicho in my hand, I reached for the tall shelf, but...

Mai: “Hmm, it looks like they’re at the back. A step stool would help.”

Kicho: “Place me on the shelf. I’ll try to push the box closer.”

Mai: “Are you sure?”

Kicho: “It’s worth a try.”

He carefully walked along my extended arm and perched on top of the shelf.

Kicho: “I’m going to push it. Be ready to catch it.”

Mai: “Got it.”

A moment of carelessness was all it took.

Without thinking, I hastily pulled the box towards me, and as a result, the box tipped over and came tumbling down.

Kicho: "----!"

Mai: "Ah!"

He was accidentally knocked off the shelf by the box.

Mai: "Kicho!"

(What do I do? He's going to fall!)

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Just before he hit the ground, Fuku swiftly caught him.

Mai: "Nice catch, Fuku! Are you okay!?"

I quickly set the box down and took him from Fuku's beak.

Mai: "I'm sorry, I..."

Kicho: "Don't worry, I'm fine. It was my carelessness that made me fall."

Mai: "No, I should've been more careful!"

Kicho: "……."

I hugged him tightly, and a sudden, blinding light enveloped us.

Kicho: "Ugh..."

Mai: "Kicho, your body!"

Kicho: "I'm back to normal?"

Mai: "Thank goodness! Sorry, I probably should let go now."

Kicho: "No."

He hugged me back gently, and I looked into his familiar green eyes.

Kicho: "Let's stay like this for a little while."

Kicho: "But only until I get used to not relying on you too much."

Mai: "Mm..."

Feeling the warmth of his lips against mine, I clung to him with tears welling up in my eyes.

❀ Ikesen Masterlist

[satorubrain]

"wasn't a random text"

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader.

Tags: NSFW. MDNI !!!!!!! Sub!Satoru, a little voyeurism if you squint hard enough, overstimulation, blowjob, handjob, spit, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, slight dumbification, unprotected sex, creampie.

Synopsis: Satoru is bored at home so he sends you a nude while you're in a meeting with the higher ups.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so💀 AND IM SORRY ITS SO FUCKING LONG I DIDNT THINK I'D WRITE SO MUCH🥹🥹

[ THE LOML WIFEY | 3:34 P.M ]

In a meeting love, please dont spam random texts <3

Satoru sighs looking at your text. He knows you're not coming for another two hours or so. It was one of his rare rest days which you fought for but he'd, at this point, rather be in that goddamned meeting you were in with the higherups if it meant even seeing you.

Instead of going to the meeting, what if the meeting was cutshort and you came home earlier?

Gojo Satoru, is simply incapable of thinking of any good or even coherent ideas. His best idea was to- pull his pants down, adjusting himself on the couch and spread his legs apart before he could start palming himself, getting harder to the thoughts and photos of you writhing underneath him, thinking about how you chanted his name, begging him. God. He needed you. Needed to drink up your juices. Needed to feel your velvety walls squeezing him dry.

He needed a release but him fucking into his fist was not satisfactory at all, he had been failing to reach his high for past twenty minutes, he couldn't wait any longer. Scrambling around to find his phone before setting up the phone on the coffee table to click a pic and send it to you.

[ White Haired Freak | 4:03 P.M ]

[ ATTACHMENT 1 ]

It didn't help that the one presenting right now was you. The notification showed the image of Satoru fucking into his fist, precum rolling down his length down over his fingers, head thrown back with his mouth slightly agape as sweat dripped down his toned porcelain skin.

The room fell silent at the image received from the strongest man, the silence only being broken by another ding caused by Satoru's next message.

[ White Haired Freak | 4:04 P.M ]

Please. Need you so bad

"SHAMELESS BRAT." screeched a few older higher ups as you quickly disconnected before stuffing your belongings in your bag. "Indeed shameless" you muttered but it silenced the room anyways, your face burning in embarrassment as you stomped out, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You acted well enough frustrated, enough for them to empathize with you but little did they know how you smirked the moment you stepped out of the room. Oh you definitely got a kick out of it.

Speeding to your home, you thankfully didn't encounter any traffic. Rushing to your floor before trying to open the door- just to find it unlocked, pushing it open. Witnessing Satoru looking so disheveled just for you, his chest heaving as he looked tired from the failed attempts at a release.

"Filthy. And desperate- almost like a slut" You couldn't help but taunt him and degrade him as you close the door behind you. You held back a smirk at his soft choking on his words with his eyes wide blown. "Don't move" you commanded before fetching yourself a glass of water and finding a purchase on the coffee table in front of him- all while Satoru obediently listened to you.

"Say Satoru, what is it that you need so badly" you whisper, pressing your finger against his already sensitive tip before tracing down his undervein, earning a hitching gasp from him.

"You" he utters, his voice deep and bewitching.

"And why should I give you myself?" you chuckle at the sight of Satoru's eyes pleading you looking at you with disbelief "w-why not?"

"Because you're so out of hand Satoru. So, you're not allowed to touch me today but I'll reward you if you behave like a good boy till the end, hm?" you console him as he chokes out a "y-yes".

Cupping his cheek with one hand before kissing him while the other hand wraps its fingers around the base of his dick, slowly stroking it while giving a gentle twist near the tip, using his precum as lube. His fingers dug into the couch trying to hold himself back from latching onto you as his moans were muffled by your kiss. And within minutes he's whimpering at your mere touch. You're too good he thinks and if this goes on he'll finally get to find his release.

"c-close. 'm close" Satoru breathes "please... fa-ster...love" he whimpers as his hips jerk into your hand in search of a release, forehead resting against yours as he glances through, his heavy eyelids, at your hand doing the work. He was mere seconds away when you unwrap your hand from his dick, resting his back against the couch softly causing him to look at you dumbfounded as the twitching of his body slows down.

"Babe you're getting too agitated. Calm down a bit." You coo, petting his head before giving a gentle peck on his forehead "I'm still fully clothed, help me undress, hm?" you rather order and he gladly obliges.

"Y-yes ma'am" he sighs, quickly stripping you of your external clothes. His fingers linger a few seconds longer on your soft skin as he takes off your bra, licking his lips at the sight of your bare boobs. Biting his lip as his fingers trail down your waist, hooking his fingers into your black laced underwear before pulling them down, gulping thickly to prevent drooling at the view of your slick sticking to your lingerie. His trembling fingers scarcely dig into your skin, his self-restraint hanging on its last thread.

"Please... May I?" he asks politely, his frenzied eyes staring at the tantalizing sight in front of him, slowly leaning forward craving a taste of you on his tongue, wanting to drink down everything your pussy desires to give, almost forgetting his painfully throbbing pressed against his abdomen.

"No. You speak too much Satoru and your hands have no control. Disobedient boys don't deserve pleasure." you sigh, removing his hands, causing him to look at you with such a pained expression, you almost give in to his desires. Before he could voice out his defenses through his slackened jaw, you quickly shove your lingerie in his mouth, somewhat gagging him. His eyes roll to the back of his head the moment your slick mixes with his saliva, eagerly gulping down the taste of you eliciting muffled moans from his throat.

"No touching me or speaking, okay? If you want me to stop, tap my shoulder three times." you softly inform him, establishing a safe action if the need ever comes, to which he gives you a confused tilt of the head followed by an assuring nod.

Placing your lips against his jaw, leaving a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses down his neck before latching onto his sensitive pulse point marking him yours. His gagged moans and grunts, his trembling body only encouraging you to mark him even more. The way he controlled himself by harshly gripping the cushion when you sucked on one of his nipples had your pussy leaking and clenching around nothing.

"Satoru, don't cum until I say so" you instruct making him huff breathlessly as you nestle between his legs before taking hold of his dick and pressing your tongue against the base of it, lapping up his precum before you suck on his swollen tip. Hollowing your cheeks before you take his dick in your pretty little mouth while maintaining eye contact with him gains you a primal guttural moan and you almost might've come untouched.

He is irresistible, you think. You touch yourself, pleasing yourself to his moans as you bob your head on his cock. Playing a cruel game with him- allowing yourself to chase after your high while you deprive him of his multiple times. You're enjoying his suffering far too much. He looks like hes about to break and he perhaps might. Your jaw soon locks after multiple denials, causing your torture to come to a cessation. For a moment you wonder if this is how he feels when he's so lost between your legs because right now you feel the same.

You had denied him of perhaps- sixth? Seventh? Orgasm now and at this point he doesn't know what to expect when he sees you get up and straddle him. Clicking a few photos of his fucked out state before wiping away his few astray teardrops and his drool.

"Please let me come" he begged, probably but nothing could be understood through his muffled "mpffs". You chuckled at his sight yet he still smiled at your sweet sound. You were too evil to your sweet boy.

His senses are too heightened, he almost feels like a virgin all over again. His dick pulses intensely when you align yourself against him. He thinks he might come too quickly when he's inside of you. His warns come off as nothing more than muffled grunts.

You slide down on him too easily, surprising the both of you but lord the way you wrap and clench around him is too perfect, your soft cushiony walls send him over the mood- and the coil in his core breaks- unwillingly. Nails digging into the cushion, tearing holes in them as he tries to not orgasm so quickly after entering you but his body is writhing uncontrollably underneath you, choking out his loud moans with his head thrown back and it doesn't help how you are helping him get through his high by riding him and wrapping your arms around his neck, soothing him down, allowing him to fill you up.

He looks at you desperately before he could try to speak incomprehensibly, you remove the little piece of clothing from his mouth.

"Im sorry- please, please don't leave yet I-" he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks. Hushing him with a kiss stopping his ramble as you let him finally wrap his arms around you.

"Satoru, calm down, I'm right here and all yours" you reassure him, rolling your hips, riding his already hardened, sensitive dick.

You were too much. You quickly fastened your pace, bouncing up on his cock as he supported your weight by gripping your ass.

"F-fuck- too good. feels too good, al-most too much" he cries his nails digging in your ass, spreading them apart as perfectly matches your rhythm, hitting your velvety spot with every thurst.

" sa-toru- 'm close, so close." you yelp, holding him closer, resting your forehead against his, panting against his lips.

"me- me too" he panted "c-come with me baby?" he requested as his own orgasm grew closer every passing second. Supporting you by wrapping an arm around your waist as the other massaged your clit helping you out with your high.

He chanted your name, sobbing, tears rolling down his cheeks as you twitched in his arm cumming around him, your pussy milking him dry of every essence of him as his body writhe under yours, his thrusts slowly getting sloppy yet he kept chasing your highs like an insatiable beast. Riding them out, allowing the both of you to calm in each other's arms as bare bodies clung to each other.

Moments like these make you realize that the two strongest are simply putty in each other's hands- him definitely more than you.

"My sweet love, was that not too mean of you? You could've at least tied me up instead of putting me in such a predicament. Do you know how hard it was to control myself and refrain f-" you hushed his never ending rant with a soft kiss.

"mean? I wonder who sent me such a text" you ponder, raising your eyebrows

"Hey, i never sent you a random text! It was a very specific one- it was an emergency text actually, well two TEXTS to be specific so I wasn't spamming you either. I clearly followed your rules" He defended himself puffing his chest, faking anger at you.

"You're insufferable, Satoru" you joke as you get up to clean the both of you up just when you see Satoru opening his mouth to say something "No. Don't even think of saying a word or even getting up, I will take care of us today."

He sighs knowing it's impossible to change your mind, instead opting to confess "I love you"

"I love you too, Satoru"

"And, y/n, I love you more" he chuckles and you sigh but Satoru didn't lie and so he will always have the last word.

IM DONE!!!!! FUCKING FINALLY!!!!! GOODBYE IM NOW THROWING MYSELF OFF A CLIFF!!!!!!!!

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

[tf-boi]

May i join your underwear collection? I really want to be your permanent underwear.

After hearing your request I began to blush slightly. I may write stories of this scenario but it has only been recently that I have been getting these requests. My boyfriend encouraged me to give it a try but I am still getting used to it.

"Are you sure you want that?" I say trying to act cool. "You know I get a lot of requests from my fans haha"

You give me a smirk that kind of shocked me. I thought I'd scare you away.

Without hesitation you took your sneakers and socks off and laid them in front of me. "I have been wearing these for a month master" you said bowing your head.

I thought your performance was a bit much but then it hit me. The musk from your shoes, both were different scents. The socks had a similar scent but slightly different. "W-what?" I said shocked.

You raise your head, "My left shoe was my younger brother and the right was my best friend. My socks were a pair of twins that I was tutoring at the university. All for you."

Still trying to keep cool I snickered "That's nice and all but how about your personal stuff? Got a life don't you?"

With a tap of your phone you returned the same energy "Well it's all yours now sir."

I get a notification on my phone. I check it out as my eyes widened. A large sum of cash, a new car, even a few homes just got transferred to my name. Unable to think of any other escuses I motioned for you to undress, which you do happily. "Welcome to your new life" I said as I snap my fingers. For me it was an instant but for you it was a slow process. The air coming out of all the holes of your body until your were conepletely deflated. All body body hair vanish as your flat body twist and contorts itself. Your skin becoming soft like fabric. Once you body folds itself into the shape of some briefa your skin goes black like a nice black fabric. Your new body falls to the ground gently. You can no longer see in the traditional sense but you can feel my presence approaching. I stop in front of you and pick you up.

"Not bad . . ." I say to myself examining my work. Your body still able to shake and throb a bit. I feel the warmth of your body still radiating. I remove my pants and take off the underwear I was wearing previously, another fan who made a similar request. I have been wearing him for about half a year nonstop and he has began to look worn and torn up. "Looks like its the end for you . . . " I said giving my old underwear a final goodbye kiss as I rolled him up and tossed him into the trashcan nearby. I slip you on and as you move up my legs you feel the warmth of my skin and as I let go on your, your new body snaps into the shape of my body, the curves of my ass and the shape of my cock.

"Well you did go through the trouble of adding some more people to my collection so might as well~" I said as I put your friends on over my feet. Within a moment I realized you rushed transformed these guys as I can still feel them. They feel a mixture of emotions, partly wanting to be turned back, but also a strong desire to serve me now, perfect for some slaves to have when I am bored.

Suddenly I feel your body wiggle around my crotch getting it hard. "Oh I didn't forget about you" I say to you as I start stroking my cock, inside of you. I moan in pleasure as I play with myself feeling the fibers that used to be your body. As I pleasure myself precum comes out of me with every stroke of my rocket, up and down my hand goes. You feel excited and try to help me making yourself tighter. "Ahhh~~ " I say in bliss as your tight body makes it harder for me to think.

I sit down on the ground to take off my new right shoe and gave your best friend a nice sniff as I masterbated harder, and faster. Precum starts to get absorbed by you as you start finding it hard to move. You start feeling your mind with every stroke I do on my cock, ready to burst at any moment. I switched over to your the shoe that was your brother sniffing him as I put your best friend over my you and masterbate with him. After a few more strokes using our friend as a fleshlight I gave one final loud moan as loads of cum flies out of my cock. You used your body to absorb ever drop of my spunk into you. As I finish unloading my cum onto you, I lose connection to you as you are now just a pair of underwear. Still conscious on the inside but no way to communicate. The loads of cum I poured into you stripped you of your scent and replaced it with my musk.

Regaining my composure I drop your best friend and brother back on the ground as I sleep my feet into them and walk off.

I get back home to add your friends to my collection. My BF slapped my ass as he walks by and notoces your wrapped around me. "Oh this pairs nice~" he said playing with my junk through you.

I giggled "yeah hopefully he lasts longer than the other one."