#pinning cause i think they deserve it

[asydicsydney]

Me and a friend made NV Year 12 bingo cards. Here's mine:

[milkmynk]

ORV crack fic concept : When he sleeps, post-epilogue KDJ receives memories from the fragments of his soul, and some of those memories are absolutely wild... Basically think fanfiction 👍

Some days, he can barely even look YJH in the eye after a particularly wild dream. YJH, for his part, has learned not to ask questions he doesn't want to know the answer to... Not after the first time, at least!

[scarfissh]

i achieved nothing in my entire life and the shame follows me everywhere i cant look people in the eye b im scared people see it anyway

[oreo-creampie]

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨; 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mean/angry nerd!switch!choso, hate fucking/academic rivals, Daddy/brat, biting, degradation/mocking, two pussy slaps, a hint of oral/fingering for some prep, pain kink, begging, just the tip, choking, light fem dom!reader, biting, hair pulling/dragging, mirror sex, full nelson, squirting

Oreo: @arminsumi @vampress7 lets all be delulu over nerd!choso, normal choso could and would never be so mean. I stand by that but this is nerd!choso Au whose done with your shit even if you are right! 🤤

“You’re such an annoying brat correcting me in class.” Choso grabs your arms pinning them above your head. Stuffing his thigh between your legs. Grinding your hips, your soft clit perfectly rubbing on his thick thigh.

Fighting the urge to groan. “If you weren't wrong, I wouldn't have to-!” Choso shuts you up with a rough kiss, biting your bottom lip. Slipping his tongue past when you cry.

Squeezing your neck, pulling away, smirking down at you. “Say something now, do anything other than grind your clit on my thigh like a pretty dirty whore.” Glaring up at him, unable to stop yourself. It feels to go to rock your clothed cunt on his clothed thigh.

Sneering, “If only the class knew what a pathetic whore you are. Glaring up at me like you won't beg for my cock.” It’s going straight to your needy cunt the way Choso is looking down at you with such angry hunger.

Moving his thigh from between yours. Roughly unbutton your pants, yanking them down your thighs with your underwear Curling two thick fingers into your cunt. “Already stupidly wet for me, nnn can't believe such a pretty cunt belongs to such a brat.” Letting go of your neck, crouching down ripping your pants down the rest of the way.

“Aw Choso Kamo is mad 'cause I’m right! Doesn't matter how much of a stupid cock drunk slut your fat cock makes me it won't change that!” Slapping your clit and cunt repeatedly. Slapping your hand over your mouth, muffling your cries from the sweet sting.

Biting your stomach, gliding two thick fingers. You grab a fistful of his dark hair tugging till he whines. Your sloppy wet cunt quivers around Choso's thick fingers from the beautiful sound. “Annoying brat.” Propping your thigh on his broad shoulder, shoving his face towards your clit.

“Shut up and suck my clit.” Biting your thigh, pumping his thick fingers faster. Massaging your sweet spot, licking your soft clit. Groaning into your cunt, grabbing your hip digging in his nails.

Squirming grinding your hips, swiping your clit on his pierced tongue. Curling from your toes from the sweet pressure of his hard bar. “Fuck you for being so damn beautiful with my cunt on your face.” Sloppily sucking on your soft clit, groaning getting off in the soft squelching of his finger sinking into your sloppy wet cunt.

Gliding his fingers out, slipping your thigh off his shoulder standing up. Unbuttoning his dark pants, pushing them down, kicking them to the side. “No underwear? Figures why everyone could see the fat outline of your cock when you were in front of the class.”

Picking up his beautiful cock. Biting your lip, stroking your clit, you love the way he’s so fat and heavy he hangs. He smirks looking down at you, trapping your head between his large hands.

Grabbing his cock touching stroking your clit. “I knew you were lookin’ n you lied sayin’ you weren't.” He groans when you slide your side lips along his cock, smearing slick into his cock head. Helping you stroke your clit better.

“Fuck you, you didn't deserve the satisfaction after being wrong. You should have studied better I'm disappointed in you can I even think of you as a rival after that.” Biting Choso’s tattoo of black flowers and dark green leaves and thorny vines.

The large garden covers most of his body. Hiding scars you’ve memorized the placement of. You hate him so much, yet you know his body better than your own.

Tracing over the one above his heart. Kissing the bite mark. “Please you know you’re going to be thinking about seeing me in class tomorrow. Let’s see how good your essay is, if I think it’s less than 96 you’re not cumming.” Grabbing your hair pulling your head back.

Looking up at him, siding your hand down from his thick hard pecs to his sculpted abs. “Fuck whatever stupid grading system you have it's rigged. You just want to hear me beg.” Stepping back, taking away his thick, warm cock on your soft clit.

Choso leads you from his living room into the hallway with a firm grasp on your hair. “Damn right, I want to hear you beg for this cock. Watch yourself, see what a dumb slut I fuck ya into.” Letting go, shoving you into his bathroom, grabbing your arm, and twisting you to face the mirror. Bending you over, lifting your ass up in the air.

Grabbing the counter. Admiring Choso in the mirror. His broad chest, thick arms, and slim waist. “I want to be fucked dumb by your fat cock.” Lining his thick cock up gliding in just his fat cock head.

Suspended in the air with only his tip in you, you look so desperate begging. "Please fuck me with your fat cock, I don't want to think of anything else. Wanna be your pretty dumb cock sleeve." Gliding his cock out, slapping himself on your lips.

Clenching with every wet smack, lining himself back up gliding only his fat tip into you. His fat head alone stretching your cunt feels too damn good. "Please fuck my bratty attitude outta me, make me your mindless cum stuffed slut. NNn." Roughly pulling you back to meet his harsh thrust, stuffing you full of his cock.

Loudly moaning, "Fuck me!" Choso grabs your hair, yanking you upright. Wrapping an arm around his neck. Choso slips his arms underneath your legs, folding you in half. Bouncing you in time with his hard, quick thrusts.

Stroking your sweet spot before stirring your guts up. "That's what I thought it's ok ya can moan you are my stupid pretty slut." Slipping his arm across your body, trapping both your legs over his thick forearm.

You're tightly pinned, knees to your chest watching your cunt get stuffed. Getting off on how Choso needs one arm to support you. Stroking your clit whining from the sweet toe-curling pleasure, clenching his fat cock. "Nnn daddy please!"

"Daddy? Already is it that good? Like seeing how your cunt is making a perfect circle from how fat my cock is." Steadily stroking your soft clit. Over the months of ending up in his apartment he's perfected playing with your clit.

You couldn't do it better yourself anymore. Couldn't cum this hard that your eyes are rolling back, body trembling, jaw-dropping. Your thick slick dripping down Choso's balls, some of your squirt splashing onto his counter.

Forgetting everything but getting fucked stupid on Choso's fat, veiny cock. “Ya cummin' so much for me, thought ya hated me but look at you. Giving me those love sick eyes." You don't have the mind to protest.

Choso smirks, "I might be second in class but I'm still your Daddy. No one else can fuck ya like I can look at ya already a stupid drooling brat.”

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[cxrrodedcoffin]

Morning Glory - Spencer Reid

Likes are always appreciated but reblogs and feedback keep artists going!

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Summary: Spencer can’t sleep and decides to follow through on a previous conversation he had with reader.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: this is the first bit of smut i’ve written in 5 years so please be patient with me lol, gif isn’t spence but it’s too spot on not to use lol

TW: somnophilia, mild dubcon, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint, reader on top, afab reader

Rating: R, this is literally entirely smut so definitely 18+ only

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Spencer stared up at the ceiling, the soft hum of the ceiling fan narrating the static in his mind. It was the first weekend the two of you had off in months, and of course his body decided to wake him up at 6 a.m. with no chance of falling back to sleep despite his desire to sleep in. He looked over at you fast asleep next to him, messy hair and quiet breaths, the picture of peaceful slumber. He’d be envious if he weren’t so in love with you.

Now, as he noticed the way your soft lips quivered with each breath, he thought back to a conversation the two of you had a couple weeks ago. You had woken up to the sound of muffled moans coming from your adjoining bathroom, and embarrassed the hell out of Spencer when he came out a few minutes later.

“I’d be more than happy to help the next time you have morning wood y’know.” You teased, making him turn bright red.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” He sighed. You pulled him closer, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Who says you have to wake me up first?” You whispered in his ear, sending a shiver up his spine.

“Are you serious?” He asked, his curiosity peaked.

“The thought of waking up with you inside me is one of the hottest things I could imagine, I’m one hundred percent serious. I trust you Spencer.” You told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

That was all he could think about now, and as his mind wandered his cock grew in his briefs, eventually becoming too hard to ignore.

He usually didn’t want to wake you when you ended up asleep on your back, knowing it’s the position you get your best sleep in, but you looked so heavenly like this, sleep shirt resting just above your navel, thighs parted just so, the soft light of sunrise illuminating your lace covered center. He simply couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He slipped his fingers just under the waistband of your panties, carefully pulling them down your legs and discarding them.

Spencer reveled in the sight of you, ethereal, all softness and warmth. He couldn’t wait to taste you. He gently pushed your thighs further apart with his forearms, while fingers traced the outline of your labia, studying every curve and contour of your cunt. He never had time to do this, you’d usually end up begging for him inside you before he had the chance to truly worship your pussy the way it deserved to be, but not tonight.

He parted your lips as his tongue met your clit, lapping gently at the sensitive bundle of nerves. You started to squirm, causing him to pin your thighs with his strong hands. His tongue laid wide laps through your cunt, dipping inside of your entrance momentarily before coming back up to suck on your clit, plush lips coated in your growing arousal.

Once he had you well and worked up he brought his hand to your entrance, index finger pushing slowly into your plush warmth. He curled his finger, searching for that soft spot that makes you melt. He added his middle finger, your walls gripped tightly around them as he massaged the sensitive spot inside of you, drawing a moan from your sleep-laden lips.

As he lapped at your clit, tongue working in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers you began to stir, pleasure breaking through the sleepy haze as you felt the warmth in your center grow stronger.

“Spence?” You half-moaned, thought still slightly fogged but too worked up to care.

“Morning angel..” He responded, fingers still pumping inside of you as he watched your expression. Whimpers and sighs fell from your lips, brow furrowed as you stretched your arms, shaking the sleep off so you could intertwine your fingers in his hair.

“Don’t stop.” You begged, bucking your hips ever so slightly. Spencer lifted your legs, placing your thighs over his shoulders to properly dive into your heat, lips sucking at your clit until your thighs were shaking, pressure building by the second. He added a third finger, stretching you out before curling them again, waves of pleasure washing over you as the coil finally snaps.

“Spencer!” You cried, eyes glazing over as your back arched, thighs closing around his head, holding him to you as he worked you through your high. He slowed his movements, helping you come down before pulling back to look at you.

Your chest heaved with each labored breath, trying to draw air back into your lungs.

“You okay baby?” He asked quietly, rubbing your inner thigh. You nod, sleepy smile forming between your flushed cheeks.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask once you’ve caught your breath fully.

“Correct, and I couldn’t think of a better way to tire myself out.” He laughed, moving up to lay beside you. You turn to him, hand palming his cock through his underwear.

“And how did that work?” You asked, watching the way his features contort as you stroke him.

“Still w-wide awake.” He breathes, stuttering as you pull his underwear down, his cock smacking against his stomach. He kicked off his underwear, watching as you move to straddle him.

“Well now I am too, so let me take care of you.” You tell him, aligning his leaking tip with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself until your hips are flush with his. You start grinding against him in a moment of self indulgence, eye fluttering shit as you indulge in the way his cock stretches you out just right.

Spencer finds his hands working their way up your shirt, grazing over your sides before pulling the fabric up to expose your breasts. His mouth quickly finds one of your nipples, licking and sucking the sensitive bud while his large hand palms your other breast. He’s hungry, desperate for more but doesn’t want to rush you, loving how heavenly you look when your mind is lost in pleasure.

You eventually snap back to the goal at hand, bracing your hands on the headboard of the bed for better leverage as you start to move up and down, bouncing yourself as steadily as you can on Spencer’s cock. He moans against your chest, his free hand moving to rest on your hip to guide you as best he can. You find a comfortable pace, angling your hips to hit that soft spot inside of you as you lose yourself in the rhythm.

You can see he’s starting to unravel, his grip on your hip tightening, his face flushed and his sudden inability to withhold his grunts and moans.

“You’re doing so good baby, look so pretty riding my cock.” He groans, watching you with such intense adoration.

“Wanna make you cum Spence.” You whine, feeling your thighs start to burn from the constant movement. He wraps his arms around you to pull your chest against his, his hands kneading your ass as he guides your hips up and down just a little quicker. The closeness is almost too intense, warm, slick skin on skin, you can feel another orgasm building as his cock begins to twitch inside of you, his coming on just as fast as yours.

“Please cum in me.” You pant, hips moving desperately as you chase your high.

“Greedy girl.” He teases, his hips meeting yours with each thrust.

“Please please please!” You beg, teetering on the edge of your collapse.

“Take it angel, all yours.” He grunts, cock twitching inside of you as you feel strings of warmth coating your walls, the sensation finally giving you the release you need. Your eyes glaze over as your thighs shake, nearly collapsing on top of Spencer as you see stars.

When you come down Spencer is pushing your hair away from your face, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his weight to lay the both of you down. You lay on your back for a moment, letting your body relax before turning to face him.

“Sleepy yet?” You ask, hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t know, might need another round.” He jokes, smiling softly.

“We’ll see about that, I’ll be back in a minute.” You reply, giving him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

When you finish and head back into the bedroom, Spencer is fast asleep, just as you suspected he would be.

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[rezitio]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 w/ gojo. geto. sukuna. toji. nanami & choso

━━ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 fingering, begging, use of limitless

Gojo's fingers are magical, and he knows. He prides himself in his fingerwork.

His hand thrusts deep inside you while his other hand pins you down on the bed.

However, that wasn't enough to hold you back. Your hand was wrapped around his wrist. You didn't do anything to move it, but you still restricted him from going at the pace he wanted to.

And your legs closing every damn thrust, preventing him from seeing what he was doing. At first he was sweet with it.

“Baby, please open ya’ legs so ’can see.” He whispers, a smile still on his face, for now. He shook your hand off and separated your legs away from each other.

You looked at him, promising to keep it open through your teary eyes, trusting you he goes down again. One thrust into you, and his trust is completely shuttered.

“Baby… I'm givin’ ya’ one last chance; keep ya’ legs open.” He warned. His smile wasn't there anymore, he got serious.

“But Sat'ruuuu... is too much.” You moaned, crying out his name. He repeated himself. The glare in your eyes warning you.

You nodded and once more, and he tried again. You kept your hands to yourself and legs open as his fingers worked inside you. You even stayed resilient when he thumb massaged your clit. You were doing so well, until his finger grazed a part inside you. 

You yelled, grabbing for his arm and closing your legs immediately. You and Satoru looked at each other for a good second. He didn't speak.

You didn't know what he was going to do, but you knew you were fucked. He shook your hand off him and forcefully parted your legs.

In the blink of an eye, his head was in between them. You felt his hot breath, and a wet muscle grazed your folds.

You immediately reached for his head, but you couldn’t get any closer. As his tongue then went inside you, you tried to close your legs, but that didn't work either. They were all stopped at a point.

"Turuuu, put it off!" All you could do was scream and beg your boyfriend till he was done.

━━ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 manipulation, pet name [daddy], overstim, oral f!, toys,

At this point, you’d know better than that. 

But it took a while to get to the point where you two are.

In the beginning, you would always move about, push his head away, or arch in a position you didn't even know the human body could bend.

Getou warned you the first few times, with glares or a simple. “Stop.” But apparently, that wasn't enough for you. When I think of Getou, I think of the mental state of anyone who has interacted with him

Whether he manipulated it or it was even sane to begin with. You definitely fall in the manipulated category. It has been planted in your mind that you sit there and take it like a good girl; otherwise,  it would only get worse

You remember the first time you came to this realization. 

“Su’ please! please!  get it off!” You begged; you tried to move your hand, but they were caught by the rope holding you to your bed. You couldn't even move your legs; just try and twist your body around as the vibrator mercilessly shook on your lips even inside them too.

All this while a didlo was tirelessly being pumped in your ass at a pace you barley could with Getou’s bigger length. 

“How many times did you push my head away?” He questioned you, as if your mind was the right mind to answer questions right now.

“Dunno twice?” You cried, you didn't even realize it, but you orgasmed again. How many times has it been? You don't remember, there you did it again.

“You've got a few more, keep going, baby." He echoed so sweetly like he wasn't the cause of all this overstimulation. No, he wasn't. You were.

You denied him relief. You deserved this punishment. You deserved to be taught a lesson, You should thank your daddy for making sure you were disciplined.

With your mouth quivering and another orgasm erupted, the words softly left your mouth. The rope around your wrist tightly loosens as you stop resisting the warm liquid all over your leg and folds getting cleaned as you're still producing more.

“Thank you, daddy.”

━━ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 spanking, mention of asshole ex, so much consent here

Nanami, unlike most, is a man of understanding and patience.

But he is also a man of discipline and principle.

First time, tolerated it. He knew your first boyfriend was an asshole and only made you pleasure him, not the other way around. So he knew feeling pleasure, just by sitting down, done by another person besides yourself, was a new experience.

And he tried to guide you through it, you guys had a solution that worked for a few days. You would hold his neck and kiss him, distracting you while his finger played with your pussy.

But that only worked for so long till you started breaking the kisses and attempting to move his hand away.

But shit was like stone staute. It didn't budge so you moved away, and that's what disrupted him. When he asked you whether you wanted this and that this wasn't by any means forceful.

You told him how you appreciated it but you had a problem with thrashing about, and you knew you had a problem. Your ex knew it too, and he handled it effectively.

Whenever he was inside you and you would move around, he would slap you, pull your hair hard, or even degrade you. 

Nanami said he would never hit you or insult you to make you feel worthless in anyway, well, unless you like it.

And you do. You told him you liked it, and it was effective. If you wanted to be disciplined by anyone, it would be by someone you trust. Like how they say a true friend tells you off sometimes.

In your case, your lover would degrade you every time you moved. People were different.

First, he was hesitant to try it out, I mean, you were asking him to go against his gentlemanly standards, stooping to lengths far lower than his white-headed nuisance.

Incipient he thought he was doing you a favor, he would get this over with and give you real pleasure. Ultimately, he was the one enjoying this the most.

“What did I say, hm?” Nanami cautioned, his hand captures yours, throwing it away from your bare ass.

There you were, bent over his lap. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it with the way his other hand was already wandering around your ass. Sending tiny contained shockwaves of pleasure wherever his skin touched. Preparing it with gentle touches. Gaslighting as if the only reason you were over him wasn't so he could spank your ass sore.

“mmhph~…” You squirm even over his legs, in his grip. “Kenny… I said I won't move again! Forgive me!” You plead covering your ass.

His hand moves to capture both of your hands, gently raising them up. His touch was soft and misleading. Making you think you were safe, maybe he forgave you.

Till his hand came down, striking your ass. A tinge of pain, but a shockwave of pleasure, it was time for your punishment. And you would take it like a good girl.

━━ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 random fucks, paid sex mentioned, p in v, brief m! oral

Let's be real. If you are not fit for him, you won't see him again.

The first time you guys fucked was at the back of a bar, sucking his dick. 

Your lips wrapped around him, you were the one on your knees physically, but mentally, Toji was on cloud nine. 

The wall could barely support this man. The distant music from the bar, the cars eventually passing by, and his grunts. He’ll never forget the sensations he felt all at once.

Although you were his best head, he's ever gotten. He wasn't looking for you again. Hell, he didn't even know your name that night. But when you approached him again at a different club, he didn't mind fucking again. 

This time he decided to try something new, he decided to try and put it in. When his dick entered you for the first time, he swore it was like heaven.

Your body looked perfect, your arch was perfect. Maybe you were a little too loud for just him entering, but he could tolerate the noise. Fuck,  he's sure he has earplugs somewhere.

You almost got Toji thinking maybe he could collect your number and it would be a frequent thing. But don't try calling him for anything else.

Like I said, almost. Immediately he started to move, so did you. He genuinely worried for your back because how could you keep arching away and away from his dick

It's like each thrust would send you off him. And he has to quickly grab your thighs and pull you right back. 

Only for you to keep doing. No. Toji wasn't nice about it. It got to a point you guys were fucking fighting and he was wondering if you wanted this, but anytime he got up to leave you would offer more money. 

He kept shouting at you and eventually put you in a headlock. With no mercy, he began beating into you. All you could do was scream, and he got tired of that too, a hand right over your jaw, keeping it closed. 

Rest assured, after that night, even though you saw him, when he saw you, he would disappear. He was not about to do all that work all over again.

And he still doesn't know your name.

━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 there's always something to expect. It's him.

If you can even move.

Your hands are tightly held together at your back by one hand, another on your hip keeping you in place on him, that same hand that was controlling you, moving you on his dick, a third hand on your clit, another wrapped around holding your hair, holding your nape, making you look up at the blood titled ceiling. 

But as your eyes drift down, you see many others, just bowing down. In Sukuna's presence, not daring to look at your naked body, Sukuna’s toy’s body. They didn't want their eye sockets empty.

He continues to push you into him faster making you cry out. He pulls your head aside and echos in your ear “See, this is the pace I expect you to be going when I put you here.” He pushed your head aside harshly and let you go on all hands. “Try again, slut."

Holding your tears and sniffles, you turn to face him, not even looking in his eyes. You wrap your hands around his neck. You had difficulty placing him inside you due to teary eyes. And avoiding looking at the monster and his extension that was about to penerate you. After a few missed tries, you could tell he was getting pissed. He pushes himself in you, and you get to work.

You continue increasing your pace till you don't feel his eyes on you and continue at a constant speed. Although his attention is not on you, you don't stop.

“Continue.” His voice booms in the room, and the person who's directed at, speaks up. “My Lord, please, we have countless riches, gold, many women, and other allies. Let's us-”

The voice breaks your heart. Hearing that voice beg, hearing him on his knees pleading, You know who it belongs to, so you held back your tears. You will not let Sukuna win.

“Look up.” He simply commands. Your screaming ‘No, no, no, no’ repeatedly in your mind. You can't let him see you like this, you don't want your husband, the one you truly loved, to see you in such a state. But neither does he.

He puts up a confident font wherever he goes, Sukuna knows that. It is why he took you, his wife, someone he was vulnerable with. But that didn't break him. Sukuna wants the realisation to kick in. Sukuna wants him to realise that his wife is never going to be home again, waiting for him with open arms, ready to listen to his vents.

He wants him to know there would be no one but a cold futon at night. 

Your husband's voice quivers, “My Lord, please...” It broke you. You only heard him like this in closed corners when you're hugging him tight as if it were enough to protect him from the curse plaguing your town.

“I said, Look. Up.” You didn’t see him look up, but by his cries and the smirk on Sukuna's face, you could tell he did. Now you felt naked and bare, you felt like a whore. You disappointed him. A tear runs down your cheeks onto Sukuna's body

His attention turns to you. In your vision, you could tell he was smiling. “Don't waste your tears over a man like him.”

He laughs.

“He's crying, but he's aroused and got hard by the sight of your naked body and suffering.”

━━ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 subby, virgin curse choso, dom reader, oral m!, whimpering and begging from choso

This little virgin can't help but shudder, jerk, or even arch to your touch.

A face teeming with red blush and watery eyes. Lipstick stains all over him; even with restraints on his wrists and ankles, he can't help but writhe from the overwhelming pleasure your lips grant him.

Thinking back all those years, he doesn't believe anyone from his attracted gender has seen his bare body before. He would succumb to blushing and embarrassment before anything like that happened. 

But a few years into the future, the 150-year-old curse, someone who can barely kiss for a minute without getting all rosy, massive blood rushing to his face and below, has someone, not even someone. He has a lover, touching a body part he himself is still too shy to touch.

She was sucking it, pumping it, and licking it everything to farm pleasure for her lover. And what did he do in return? Cry.

“Please- aghh…” Your lips over his dick. It was too late. The curse got what he asked for. He asked how it felt to love someone's body, how to appreciate it like how much he does yours. And you taught him, by telling…rather showing him, how much you appreciate his.

Choso felt how your pulpy soft lips sensitised his skin, then the pleasure of his skin contacting the walls of your mouth and his length being sucked into what felt like a void. 

The virgin began to scramble on the bed. His wrist repeatedly cutting themselves on the handcuffs and his other hand all over your hair, ramaging it, pulling your hair back, messing with the rhythm.

The pleasure toned down. You were now softly and slowly stroking him, but he knew by your eyes it was a warning to behave himself.

Once you sensed he got the idea, you went down again. And props to Choso, he was doing so well until he wasn't.

Until he started getting close, that's when he started it again. “Choso.” You warned.

“Please, [name]... I need a break!” Then you just stopped. You lifted your head and left him alone, not even your hand on him.

You focused on his lips toying with them. He tried to kiss back as much as he could. 

His attempts were appreciated but not needed, as you already took control of his lips. 

He came down from his high, thinking he was fine and just needed a break from the overwhelming pleasure, and then it hit him as hard as every time. That aching sting he wanted needed relief. He began to beg you through the fierce kiss. 

“Hphh…[name] it hurts.” He repeated each time more desperate than the last. And there began the cycle again

rezitio ©. you're welcome. I'm tired. I will forever see toji as a random man on the street.

I was so sleepy I mistakenly published it without any tags so I pray the algorithm doesn't let it flop 😭😭

[bth3cowboi]

snoop the bling, cs55xreader

part 1 part 3 part 4

masterlist

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

summary: summer break starts and that means traveling with a snoopy plushie and a boyfriend (or maybe a future husband). Also, his friend is there.

format: social media au

a/n: people asked for this and I deliver cause i love snoopy

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carlossainz55 Best way to spend summer😎☀️

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user1 here before yn calls carlos his sweet baby or smh cute like that

ynraces SLUT

user1 oh that is not it

ynraces 🤤🔥I love u my unemployed princess

carlossainz55 I dont know what to think about this

carlossainz55 but I love you too😂

user2 WHERE IS THE CHILD, THE BABY

ynraces hes safe ashore!!

user3 wait im new, they have a baby??

user4 no😭😭 they call yn’s snoopy their baby

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ynraces Mallorca with my baby love💙🤿 (and carlos is here too)

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user1 thank you for the blessing (carlos photo)

user2 theres a snoopy, theres a like

user3 a snoopy is always gonna be there🙄 this is yn’s page

landonorris Enjoy your alone time for now😈

ynraces im expecting you with HATE btw dont come

landonorris I’ll be there soon and he’ll be with me😍🤞

ynraces youre sick!! homewrecker!!!

landonorris girl fuck your baby snoopy

ynraces BRO??? carlos say sum😭😭

carlossainz55 Please don’t fight in the comments❤️ you have the vacation for that

ynraces 🤡

user4 that snoopy deserves some rest god

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landonorris

Oh she really doesn’t have a clue

carlossainz55

No😂

I didn’t insist either

Don’t want her to get suspicious

landonorris

I can’t wait to take the pictures now HAHA

Everything is ready btw just waiting for you both

carlossainz55

Ok👍

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carlossainz55 She said yes! ❤️💍 Thank you Yn for being the woman you are, I can’t wait to call you my wife. I love you more than anything in this world.

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ynraces 🥹🥹 Love you soooo much

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️

user1 OMG OMG

user2 chat is this real??

user3 now thats a rockkkkk

charles_leclerc Congratulations guys😍❤️

carlossainz55 Thanks mate!

user4 imagine driving in f1 with your wife THE DREAM

landonorris Wow what a beautiful ring🤩 The friend that helped chose it must be the best

carlossainz55 🤫

ynraces u did great for once congrats

landonorris 🤩🤩

user5 Carlos must be crying and jumping seeing this interaction

user6 his wife and his boy lmao

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ynraces swipe for a surprise!🪐

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ynraces pinned Te amo mucho, Carlos. ❤️ You are my everything.

carlossainz55 Te amo tambien😁

user1 IS THIS HOW I FIND OUT?

user2 me 2 😭 I wish I saw Carlos post first

user3 wym I cant marry Yn anymore

user4 Ohhh are we going to see two sainz in the grid now

lewishamilton Congrats you two🫶

ynraces thank u lew!

user5 I was worried Snoopy wasn’t gonna be here but Yn delivered as always

landonorris Cool photos👍 Call me for the wedding too

ynraces I dont want you crying at the wedding too iugh

landonorris those were happy tears💔

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a/n: The snoopy story continuous!! if you liked it and want to see more just say so🩷 my asks are open!!

[astrow1zar6]

Venus Sign Observations- 011

Venus in Leo’s are those girls in hs you think “how early does she get up to get ready?” You rarely ever see this placement have ugly days they are all so well kept & usually smell incredible. The types to wear their hair in really trendy styles, wear designer outfits and perfumes. BIG on luxury. In a relationship they LOVE being shown off and given lots of attention and compliments. they also love when their partner begs for their attention.

Venus in Libras are really easy to impress lol, all you really have to be is semi attractive. My libra Venus friend every time we go out would be like “OMG THAT GUY IS SOOO CUTE” but say that about 15 other guys that day😂 the women can be VERY obsessed with the opposite sex. They are such flirty people.

Venus in Taurus gives conventional housewife vibes lol. They are into classic feminine hobbies such as sewing, cooking, making jewelry/ clothes, art. If you marry a women with this placement you hit the jackpot.

Venus in Scorpio men tend to be cheaters. Everyone talks about their loyalty but they are only really loyal once they feel they’ve truly found their soulmate (in most cases are rare cuz they’re picky) a lot get bored of their relationships once the passion dies (similar to Aries Venus). They tend to prefer emotionally complex women to keep them on their toes.

Venus in Aquarius’s tend to look really good with circle frame glasses. They pull it off soo well. Also if you have this placement and are looking for new fashion ideas. Look up cyberpunk/Dystopian aesthetic. Y’all would look amazing in that type of style.

Most Venus in Virgos I meet are not big on the physical aspect of love. It takes them SOOO long to open up physically. This causes a lot to get friend zoned. They express their love very differently from most Venus signs which can cause some confusion in their relationships. They are big on acts of service & the intellectual side of love.

Venus in Aries usually always makes the first move when liking someone ( man or woman) they can jump into relationships fast just for it to end just as quick. They really date for the excitement and fun of having a new crush. But once that it becomes deeper than a crush and gets serious most usually back out. Also they can get turned on my arguing. When things become dull they will normally create some issue to keep the sparks alive. To more sensitive signs this can be very draining.

Venus in Geminis are very hard to pin down. I notice their feeling for their partners never seem quite genuine? I notice even in relationships they try to seek out attention from other people. They need a lot of mental stimulation to keep their full attention on one person. And if they’re partner fails to stimulate them they’ll find someone else who can. It’s very rare they catch true feelings for someone but when they do they’re surprisingly loyal.

Venus in Pisces kinda irritate me lol. The men are always talking to different women. They are big on following their heart, but if their hearts tells them to talk to five girls they would😭 it’s very rare to see the men of this placement settle with one woman. The women of this placement I notice are amazing lovers but tend to give it to usually terrible neglectful partners:( I’ve seen women with their placements bust their ass for men that barely give them the time of day.. y’all deserve a lot better than that.

Sagittarius Venus’s tend to date people who are a different ethnicity as them or date from foreign countries. They have a deep appreciation for culture and traveling. So they may also travel with their partner a lot. This is imo the most loyal Sagittarius placement. I’ve seen people be in relationships for years with this placement.

Cancer Venus’s are extremely sweet and nurturing in a relationship. Gives Mommy vibes 🥺. The types to bring you home cooked meals get your bath water running. A lot a notice tend to be very submissive/vanilla. They require a lot of emotional attention and babying even themselves. They types to prefer at home dates compared to traveling or going out.

Capricorn Venus tends to take partnerships like it’s a job (similar to Virgo Venus) they see attending to their partners needs more like a duty which is why they can appear cold in their affections even though they mean well. Emotionally it can be harder to connect with this sign but once they trust you they’ll show you a very sensual romantic side they’ve been hiding. They mostly express love through gift giving. These partners give some of the best most expensive gifts. Just know you’ll be taken good care of if this placement loves you 👌🏽

Venus in Scorpios look AMAZING in black. Any dark aesthetic look great on them. And they may prefer partners with a darker aesthetic as well

Venus in Aries women tend to feel more comfortable having male friends than other women. Usually we’re tomboys growing up

Libra Venus’s are usually really good at makeup or look amazing with a full face of makeup.

[prettybean]

WHAT THEY WOULD SAY DURING SEX PT. 2 (COD +18)

* 🤖 feel free to ask me anything + I’ll do a toxic ver for this one cause.. why not

Ghost

"Stop acting innocent, I know you want my cock."

"Do you like my hands? How many fingers do you want inside?"

"Why don't you be a good girl and suck my cock?"

"You have to take it all"

"I'll keep fucking you even if you beg me to stop. That's what good girls do, right?"

"Swallow it all or I'll have to force your mouth open"

"Do you think you can run your mouth whenever you want?"

"you're so good, sweetheart, you always make me so proud”

Soap

"Be quick, princess."

"You look so beautiful tonight, be thankful I didn't fuck you in front of everyone"

"Use both hands"

"You're so messy"

"I'm right here, take it slow"

"I will not leave you"

"You're doing it so good"

"I just can not get enough"

Price

"No panties?"

"You're such a tease"

"I know you can be louder, love."

"You see what you do to me? Do you feel it?"

"Are you already ruined? I barely touched you"

"How long have you been waiting for this moment?"

"You're so obedient, always doing what I tell you like a good puppy"

"You like being fucked by an older guy, don't you?"

Gaz

"Don't stop kissing me, your lips are so sweet"

"You have three seconds to cum"

"Fuck, you got all my fingers wet"

"I need you"

"Bite me harder”

"We do it here and now"

"My head between your legs would be perfect"

"I bet you would do anything to be touched by me"

Alejandro

"Don't bite your lips, let me do it for you"

"You're cute when you tease me like that"

"You got goosebumps"

"Where do you want the hickeys?"

"Sit on my lap, mi amor"

"Move those hips"

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"You turn me on, every time you look at me I can't control myself"

Graves

"You wanted to see me lose control, huh?"

"At the end of the day you're the one begging and crying for my cock"

"Strip. This is an order"

"Oh my puppy wants attention?"

"Turn around and show me how much you want it"

"This pussy is so needy"

"You're a brat, I want to choke you and fuck you at the same time"

"Good girls always deserve a reward"

König

"You've been staring at me all night, now don't pretend you don't want me"

"Did you masturbate thinking about me today? Tell me"

"I swear I won't stop even if you shake"

"The only things I want to hear from your mouth are moans"

"Do you like it when I grab your neck like that, Schatz?"

"God, you belong to me"

".. so small I could pin you to the wall and fuck you hard. Tell me how much it turns you on to be fucked like this"

"Look at you, so cute trying to fit it all in. Is it too big, love?"

Keegan

"I fucked you dumb so hard you can't even talk properly"

"What would you do if I stopped fucking you right now? I bet you'd cry.. so fucking desperate"

"Do I need to remind you what your place is?"

"Don't make me repeat it twice, get on all fours"

"Your ass will turn red if you don't stop misbehaving"

"Do I have to grab your face to make you look at me?"

"Good, my whore is so good"

"All tied up and ready for me"

[reidsdimples]

“He pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue.”

Paintings With His Tongue

Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

18+ ❤️‍🔥MDNI ‼️

“Come on, just tell me what you’re thinking,” Reid smirks and tosses a ball of tissue paper at you.

You cross your legs and tug up your knee high socks. The carpet in his apartment is soft on your legs and you shake your head as you continue to wrap JJ’s baby shower gifts from the team.

You had gotten her a puzzle with the new baby’s name as the pieces ‘Michael’ it read. You thought it went so well with Henry,

“I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s a me issue,” you shake your head. You had bit your tongue on a risqué joke that could have been taken as a pass at him.

The truth was, you were extremely pent up. You dumped your abusive ex weeks ago when he bruised your eye. Even before then, your needs were not being met. But you have always had a thing for Dr.Reid and now being alone with him in his apartment… you were barley holding yourself together.

He moistened his plump lips with his tongue in frustration and sighed. The movements of his deft fingers as he wrapped a present caused you to squirm. How exactly the two of you got roped into present wrapping duty was still a mystery. Though you guessed Garcia was trying to finally push you two into each other like Barbie and Ken dolls. You smile to yourself.

“See? What was that- what are you thinking?” He calls you out.

“You may never know,” you flirt and snatch the tape from his grip.

He raises an eyebrow at you, those deep brown eyes pleading.

You stretch your legs out in front of you, placing your crossed feet on his lap. His eyes travel up to your short skirt which allows him a view of your creamy thighs. You swear he swallows hard.

“I was just thinking…” you start slowly. He leans forward attentively.

He rests one hand on your shin, his long fingers wrapping it completely.

“Thinking what?” The air charges and he separates your crossed legs only to lean forward and closes the distance between the two of you. Your heart hammers and you forget how to breathe.

“I…” you think he’s about to kiss you as he gets closer, forcing you to pull your knees to your chest to give him room as you lean back on your palms.

He snatches the other wrapping paper from behind you and moves back to sit. You inhale sharply and shake your head. Fuck.

He pushes his hair back from his face and you nearly fall apart. You know you need to do something about your neediness. He’s your coworker for fucks sake.

Then an idea pops into your head.

“You know what, we’re profilers. Why don’t YOU tell me what I’M thinking,” you challenge him.

He looks up at you through his messy long hair with the handle of the scissors in his mouth. His fingers quickly work to tape up the diaper bag for JJ.

“I don’t know if I…”

“You doubt your abilities Dr. Reid?” You sit up straight.

“I doubt you’ll like what I profile,” he reasons.

That makes you doubt he knows what you’re actually thinking.

“Try me,” you demand and stuff a bag full of tissue paper.

He narrows his eyes on you and loosens his tie. The dark cardigan was already tossed into the couch three presents ago and he begins rolling up his sleeves.

“You’re healing from your recent break up. You feel guilty that you miss him because he hurt you but you do. What you don’t quit understand is that you miss attention, not him. You deserve better but you don’t think so,” he pauses to sip his wine. You tilt your head.

“Is that it?” You jest.

“You knew you and I would be alone so you’re wearing something more revealing than you might have otherwise. You flip your hair over your shoulder to draw my attention to your neck. You lean back and allow me to see your thighs because you want me between them.”

Your mouth falls open at his words. But he doesn’t stop there.

“Not because you want me specifically but because you want that attention I mentioned before. Perhaps a distraction or…”

“No- that’s not true,” you cut him off.

“You’re wearing glasses, knee high socks, and a school girl style skirt because you perceive me as intellectually superior. You have a school girl and teacher fantasy you wish to act out.”

He leans forward between your legs again. He braces himself above you when you lean back on your elbows and he keeps talking.

“You’ve been trembling since you got here, you won’t stop biting your lip, and you keep squeezing your thighs together. You were about to make a joke that showed your hand but thought better of it because you fear rejection. You also don’t want to cross professional boundaries, and you can’t gauge where my interests lie.”

You’re dumbfounded, actually speechless as his breath fans across your face.

“Your inability to read my micro expressions leaves you feeling uncertain about the chemistry we have and I intended it to be that way. The truth is I want nothing for than to bury my face between your legs and make you scream my name until your throat is so sore that you remember it everytime you speak tomorrow,” he holds your gaze and you’re melting.

You feel your cunt pulsing with need and you want to squeeze your thighs together for some relief but you can’t because he’s kneeling between them.

“Please,” is all you can manager to whimper.

He grips you behind the knees and slides you forward so quickly you barely register it. You fall willingly onto your back with a soft huff and watch him meticulously roll your skirt up. His hair is messy and disheveled and he seems to be panting with need just like you are.

Wrapping paper crinkles beneath you but you don’t care when he leans down and begins kissing your thighs.

“Spencer,” you inhale in shock at his lips on your skin.

He continues to kiss your soft skin then starts nipping it gently. His fingers dig into the outside of your thighs, pinning them open. You never would have thought he’d be so… demanding?

He starts to kiss your pussy through your underwear and you writhe against him. The friction is heaven but the view of him there could send you both straight to hell. He moves one hand up to your hip to pin you down why he uses a thumb to rub your clit. He’s kissing your pussy gently and you know you’re soaked, you know he can feel it through the thin fabric.

Finally he rolls your panties down and out of the way. He looks up at you for consent ones more and dives in like he’s been waiting to his entire life.

It’s too much, it’s everything. His nose pushes against your clit, his tongue drags up between your folds, he comes back down to your interest and pushes his tongue into it into you mewl.

He’s moaning and he licks and laps at your cunt, slowly to savor it. He moans as he sucks your clit into his mouth and moves back down to your hole.

“Oh my god,” you cry and tighten your thighs around his head.

He sucks on your pussy and audibly devours you on his living room floor. He skillfully and artfully brings you to climax and before you know it you’re coming over and over again for him. You pant beneath him and whimper but he doesn’t stop.

He makes small whimpering noises of approval and eats you like a man starved. Your pussy quivers and responds to him as he continues to beckon more cum out of you. You swear his tongue must be painting a masterpiece or spelling every word in the English language.

“One more,” he pants from between your legs.

You roll your eyes back as the fourth orgasm siezes you. You can’t even try to tense your legs anymore, they’re jell-o. You’re shocked when the last orgasm is more squirting that your usual.

“I’m sorry!” You squeal but he laughs and dives back into you, his strong hands still gripping your hips. You cover your face in embarrassment, not ever having had more than one orgasm per sexual encounter.

Ones he fills himself on that last orgasm which left you red faced and embarrassed, Spencer sits up from between your legs. He’s on his knees looking down out you when he brings his shirt up to wipe his face.

You cover your eyes with your hands, utterly shy under his gaze.

“You are incredible,” he breathes.

“Me? You… you’re the one that did all the… that,” you stammer gesturing between the two of you. You sit back up and pull your skirt down.

“Mhmm,” he grins sinisterly at you.

You remain in awe that this man just did that to you. You crushed on him but you never imagined him to be so skilled, so dirty mouthed, and egotistic about his abilities. You glance down and see just how much he enjoyed himself, taken aback by the length of said enjoyment.

You lick your lips hungrily.

“For the record. It’s not about attention for me, I genuinely like you,” you assert and reach for his belt.

He raises his eyebrow in a ‘touché’ manner and crosses his hands behind his back as he watches you pull him free from his pants.

[cakelitter]

Heart to Heart

re2! Leon x Fem! Reader

Warnings: p in v, oral (m and f recieve), somnophilia, bondage, some fluff, established relationship

Summary: police officer Leon and reader

Words: 906

a/n: a little something I wrote instead of going to bed, is Leon as horny as a 16 year old in this one? yeah... um anw hope you enjoy!

Your boyfriend is needy.

Coming back home after a long day at the police station, dick visibly hard, because you decided to tease him with a picture of your tits. Unlocking the door and making a beeline straight towards you, fucking you so desperately next to the kitchen sink; where you once were doing the dishes before he interrupted.

Your boyfriend is sensitive.

Tears brimming in his eyes and glossy lips from constantly running his tongue over them when you give him head. Whining and groaning at the sensation of your hot mouth and warm tongue, lapping over the sensitive head of his cock. Precum and saliva dripping all over the floor, as his heads lulls back and forth in pleasure.

He doesn’t last much when you go down on him. Your mouth is too good, his words not yours. He’s honestly adorable when he’s all fucked out like this. Whispering words of affection and pouring all his love into you cause he can’t think straight. Then spilling his load into and all over your mouth, cumming so hard his hands start to shake.

Your boyfriend is needy.

Waking you up in the middle of the night to him rutting himself between your thighs when you’re fast asleep. How inconsiderate, but you love him so you’ll let it slide. Plus, he always apologizes when he does wake you up.

“I’m sorry baby, you looked too good sleeping in my shirt.” His breathy voice would say.

Either way, you were more than willing to help him out. The poor guy has been working so hard lately, he surely deserves to let off some steam, even if he’s waking you up at four in the morning.

Your boyfriend is forgiving.

Immediately forgetting that he was mad at you, when you decide to wear his favorite lingerie set and proceed to walk around the house with it on. Favorite because you told him that you bought it since it reminded you of his eyes. That must’ve ignited something within him, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. Neighbors got no sleep that night.

Your boyfriend is affectionate.

Making out with your pussy like he’s getting paid to, like it’s the thing he was born to do. Pulling up the hood of your clit before lapping and sucking at it. He would spend a lifetime down there if you wouldn’t pull him away from overstimulation.

Somedays he doesn’t even want to fuck; instead, he just spreads you out on the bed, nuzzled up against your cunt till the point where you question if he can even breath properly, and uses one of his hands to jerk himself off.

Your boyfriend is appreciative.

Drinking up every last drop of arousal that leaks out of you. Enjoying the melodies that you sing for him when you cum on his dick, face, fingers, whatever it may be, savoring the look on your face, blissed out and satisfied.

Admiring his masterpiece when your mixed fluids start dripping out of your pussy. Cock twitching and becoming hard just from the sight.

Your boyfriend is a good cop.

Binding you to the bed with his cuffs and doing whatever he pleases with you. Teaching you “self-defense” while play fighting which is just him basically finding an excuse to pin you down and you guessed it, fuck you both stupid.

He has been late to work a few times because you apparently made the mistake of “cuddling too close” to him in the morning and now he’s hard. Rushing over to work with visible hickeys on his neck, messy hair, and like he just ran a marathon.

Your boyfriend is touchy.

Grabbing your waist and pulling you closer when kissing. Removing the hair out of your face while laying down in bed, asking to touch your tits cause “they deserve to be loved” and pinching you stiff peaks, watching your expressions as he does so.

Slapping your ass any chance he got. Bending down to load the washing machine? Slap. Getting out of bed? Slap. Getting all dolled up and looking pretty for a date? Slap. Making breakfast and half asleep? Slap.

Truly cannot catch a break when he’s around.

Your boyfriend is a great listener.

Running over to the bathroom whenever he hears the sound of the shower being turned on. Walking in uninvited and joining like it’s some bonding experience. Shamelessly watching the warm water run from your shoulders to your stomach and down your thighs. Gawking at your plum lips, soap-covered breasts, and taking in the scent of your shampoo.

Your boyfriend is sweet.

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear as the two of you bask in the afterglow of your release. His fingers caressing your sides as you lay next to each other, chest to chest, heart to heart.

Cleaning up the mess you both made off of you, and changing the sheets so you get optimal rest.

Your boyfriend is loving.

Kissing all over your body and face when you struggle to love yourself on certain days. Offering to take you out to your favorite place to eat when your job has been nothing but a pain in your ass.

Making you smile over how stupid his jokes are when your sad and upset. Being your number one supporter when self-doubt gets the best of you, reciting a corny ass quote to prove his point.

Your boyfriend, your boyfriend, your boyfriend, always yours.

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[wildandsmile]

commission idea🤌 vampire blue lock au characters like rin/sae/kuni/nagi etc and for kinks maybe like pinning/degrading ykwim i have a thing for neck biting hense why i love vampire au so much

Rian,Sae,Kuni,Nagi. Bllk boy when you tell them it’s ok to bite you

Total Wc. 1.1k

Warning. Oral F receiving, fingering, biting, choking, teasing, degrading breeding, riding, jealousy , sweet aftercare

An. This is my first time writing for vampires so...... yeah

Rin

He loses his mind, asking you a hundred times if you're sure about it, over and over again.

But once you reassure him, you're done for; he seizes every chance to take a bite out of you he can.

There's something about the way your blood tastes that sends his undead body boiling.

Oh, and he's a sucker for bloody kisses, the taste of your lips on his while your blood still lingers on the tip of his tongue, it turns him on like nothing else could.

And don’t even get him started on you guys are having sex he loves to feel you ride him while his fang are deep in your neck

You gasped out slowly, "Rin no more, pls I can’t take anyone ." As tears streamed down your eyes, and you couldn't grasp how long you'd been at it or how much blood you'd lost. All you knew was that weren’t leaving this room anytime soon."Come on, princess, be good for me, just one taste, please," he pleaded, not giving you any time to reply before sinking his teeth deep into your skin, watching as the blood rained down your neck."Fuck you taste so delicious and you feel even better," he groans as he rolls his hips, attempting to force yet another sweet orgasm from your already flowing cunt. He eventually lets go of your neck, but not before licking a long hot lap across your neck and pulling you into a deep kiss. It felt good, and the irony only added to your excitement as Rin began to thrust deeply into you. "Come on now princess, let me treat you real good for giving me such a great meal."

Sae

He's nothing like his brother; when you mention he could bite you, he's all in, almost immediately.

You even had to set a limit on how many times a day he could drink from you, fearing he'd drain you dry.

But oh, the teasing—he adores it, especially when he hears that little moan escape your lips. And after how wet you get just for his fangs

He LOVES going down on you and nibbling on your thighs; the taste of your blood and slick combined makes his head spin.

He's a HUGE aftercare guy, coming back with bandages, snacks, the whole shebang.

"Come on, slut, you can do better than that," he says into your already swollen cunt, sliding his tongue across your sloppy folds. You tried to pull away, but he pushed you hard into the mattress, keeping you in place so he could plunge his fingers deep within you and curl them in just the right position. "Fuck look at pet look at you getting our sheets dirty for me" he says as he begins to rub himself through his clothes. "Don't you think I deserve a reward, pet?" he asked as he itch the tip of your sweet spot, forcing you to melt in his hands and moan loudly.That must have been his answer because soon enough he’s licking long hot strips across your thigh before sinking his fang deep into your skin licking up all the blood that trickles down making sure not to waste a drop.“ You’re so addictive pet, but I think it’s time to give you what you want, ” he said as he wiped the blood off his face and licked it off his fingers. “I’m going to have to cancel my schedule cause we’re not leaving this room until you covered in my bite marks.”

Kunigami (Wild Card)

• Right then and there, he takes you up on that offer, no matter where you are.

• Throughout the entire encounter, he's a big bully, teasing and touching you, yet not allowing you to reciprocate.

• He revels in seeing you in that vulnerable state when he drinks your blood, something about your clinging to him that ignites him.

• His possessiveness leads him to bite you in places where there's no way to hide the marks.

• Despite his bullying nature and slight transformation, he still retains the same caring demeanor, as evidenced by your favorite food waiting on the table the next day with a note that reads, "Make sure to rest well today, doll."

"Didn't I tell you not to touch doll face?" he says, slapping your ass hard. "Only good girls get what they want," he says, and you whimper an apology before turning your face away so he doesn't see the fire burning your cheeks. But it doesn't last long as Kuni slides his hands up your skirt and rubs tight circles on your clit, feeling how wonderful and puffy you can become with just a few touches."You really are a dirty slut doll face is that why you covered up your bite mark cause you didn't want the world to know what a dirty girl you really were huh” he says as he peels the bandages off your neck, revealing all the bite marks you worked so hard to hide. "I worked so hard to paint this pretty neck like my canvas, and you cover it up," he says as he wraps his hands around your throat, hooking your panties to the side and sliding to figure in rolling them until you buck into him. In that instant, he sinks his fangs deep into your collar bone. "Guess I'll just have to cover all of you in my bite marks so you can't hide them again."

Nagi

Is lazy he just waves it off when you tell him and goes back to his video game

• However, should he catch you talking to another guy, especially another vampire, his demeanor takes a different turn.

• He's typically gentle about things, so don't expect too much until he's angered.

• When he does get upset, he becomes more animalistic, perhaps even draining you completely.

• Yet, he always apologizes the next day, showering you with the princess treatment, whether it's playing his game together or enjoying a nap side by side.

"Who the hell was that love?" Nagi asks, his eyes shining a venomous glow. You don't say anything because you know it will only add fuel to the fire, and that's how you end up locked in a mating press as Nagi buries his cock deep inside you kiss up to your cervix and his fangs even deeper into your skin drain you of what little you have. You couldn't tell if you were seeing stars because he pulled so many orgasms out of you or because of the blood loss."You’re mine, mine, mine," he says as he pushes your leg deeper into your chest and does a long lap across your leg before biting you and watching the blood trail down your leg. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it, even if I have to bite and knock you up to do so."

[upsidedownwithsteve]

no one asked for this specifically but i’m in another mood so

18+

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, dimly lit by just one bedside lamp, everything cast in a tangerine flow. You were fisting the bedsheets, elbows on the mattress, bent over, hips hitched high, back arched real pretty.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie praised. “Gonna fuck this bad mood right out of you, huh?” His hand pressed into the dip in your back as he kept up those slow thrust that he liked to tease you with, pushing your body down lower still, barely managing to keep yourself up. “You’re doin’ so good.”

You whined, happy at his words, happier with the attention. You were almost going slack, the pleasure too much but you knew what would happen if you let yourself fall. You’d been bratty all day, pushing buttons, toeing the line and the least you could do now was keep yourself in the position Eddie had told you to get into.

“Baby,” you cried out, pleading, needing Eddie to go faster. “C’mon, please.”

“Oh listen to her,” another voice said, breathing out a soft laugh. “All sweet and polite now, isn’t she?”

Eddie just chuckled, palming at your hips before he gave them an appreciative squeeze, sliding his cock back into you inch by inch. You could feel him throbbing, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself into you hard and fast, but he wasn’t allowed to.

Not yet.

Steve moved to the bottom of the bed, kneeling on the floor so he was level with your face. He was pouting, shirt unbuttoned with his sleeved rolled up, dress pants still on ‘cause you’d been a bitch the minute he’d gotten home from work. He cupped one side your face with a big hand, warm and calloused.

“Found your manners, have you?” He teased, all smiles now that you were speechless. His gaze roamed over your body, the way the other boy held you up and pinned you down all at once. “Is Eddie making you feel good?”

You nodded furiously, lips parting in a moan when Eddie rolled his hips, grinding against the plush of your ass. “So good,” you agreed. “Really wanna come, Steve, please.”

Steve tutted, soft and pouty and still watch you closely, loving the way your lashes would flutter shut, how he could see the way you swallowed thickly to hold back your cries. Your eyes were turning glassy, a tell tale sign.

“Think you deserve it?” He asked and Eddie slowed right back down again, keeping his cock seated inside you as Steve rubbed a thumb over your cheek, your bottom lip.

You whimpered, pouting. Steve tutted again, like he wasn’t the one in charge of what was happening. “I know, I know honey, we’re just awful, huh?”

You didn’t answer, knowing that you couldn’t agree when you’d been a downright horror to both boys after a bad day at work. It hadn’t been their faults, they just happened to be there when everything kicked off. It didn’t take long for you to be pushed onto the bed.

“It’s so good though, right?” Steve was still talking in that maddeningly soft way, tone dripping with sticky sweetness, complete adoration even when he swept his thumb over your parted lips and into your mouth. He rubbed the pad of it over your tongue and waited for you to suck. He kissed at your cheek, your nose, your jaw when you did. “Show me what that mouth does and I’ll let Eddie make you come, honey.”

[coffee-and-geto]

“HEY, MISTER POLICEMAN I DON’T WANT NO TROUBLE !”

“Why you wanna holla at me?”

❖ pairing: policeman! suguru geto x f!reader

❖ summary: unfortunately for you, poor poor criminal, you’re getting arrested by a hot policeman. he’s about to handcuff you when your compliant good girl behaviour prompts him to be more lenient with you. fulfilling his duty as a peace officer, he must take you as quickly as possible to his office at the police precinct for a full interrogation about your crime — just as full as it will be with your pussy!

❖ warnings: +18, smut, nsfw, mention of murder/blood (there’s none), tying up, improper use of handcuffs, dirty talk, semi-public sex, semi-exhibitionism (kinda), countertop sex position, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f), sex (p in v), overstimulation, creampie, office sex, fanart by @/polariae.

❖ wc: 2,214

“Oh no…”

“You’ve committed a crime, tell me…”

“I killed my ex.” You grin with innocence, your teeth half-revealed, and wipe the blood on your pants.

The policeman with long raven hair tied in a half-bun twirls his silver handcuffs around his long, slender forefinger. His lips curl into a smile. “You’re under arrest, love.” His fingers cup your cute chin as you nearly purr, nodding your head, accepting your fate with a soft sigh.

“Alright.”

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Officer Suguru Geto at your service. Suguru — or Sugu — to my close ones.” He winks at you, making your heart flutter. “Such a good girl deserves a bit more leniency, don’t you think?”

With an adorable pout on your lips, you nod. “Unless you’re a naughty girl?” Suguru adds, the roughness of his hands pressing you against his police car to cuff your wrists. You let him do it and giggle, admitting your guilt. “I’m taking you to the police precinct, love.”

°°°°

“Is cuffing me to a chair part of your usual interrogation process?” You glance back as the click of the door lock reaches your ears.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Suguru smiles and sits behind his desk. He calmly adjusts his computer screen and raises his fingers just above his keyboard. Turning his head towards you now, he wastes no time. “Alright, I need your identity: name, first name, date of birth, and address.” He carefully types your information and nods. “Very well. Was there a particular reason that led you to commit this crime?”

“My ex cheated on me a long time ago and I found out a few days ago,” you admit in a whisper, squirming in your chair from the discomfort caused by the handcuffs pinning you to your seat.

“Ah. An ex. I see.” Suguru purses his lips to stifle a smile. “Poor little heart. Did you have an alibi, perhaps?”

You blink. “You mean, someone who might have helped me kill my ex?”

“Exactly.”

“Well yes, my boyfriend.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow. “Your boyfriend? How kind of him.”

“Very. The best of all,” you assert with a proud look.

He chuckles softly, crossing his arms over his chest. “So did the fact that he helped you kill your ex heal your broken heart?”

“Yes, but my heart still aches and so do some places where we got a little rough…” You adopt a sad and troubled pout, and Suguru stands up to walk around his desk and fetch a cotton ball with tweezers.

“I have a few solutions for that,” he replies, kneeling in front of you, his hand armed with DNA collection tools.

“Will it hurt?” you can’t help but ask in a worried tone.

“No, princess,” Suguru breathes near your neck. He gently dabs the white, cottony ball on your multiple blood stains in silence. “There we go.” He goes to store the sample before returning to you. “So your boyfriend helped you kill your ex? Interesting.” His thumb glides over the soft flesh of your lower lip. “I can help finish healing what’s still hurt in your heart.”

“Can you?”

“If you agree, of course,” he murmurs, his hot breath brushing against your cheek. You give him enough of a signal for his thin lips to press slowly against yours. A growl escapes both of you, Suguru's lips moving against yours as you try your best to keep up. His tongue slips between your lips, seeking access to your mouth, which you part. With this simple gesture, Suguru elicits a small moan from you. “Taste good, baby,” he growls between kisses.

He then pulls his soft lips away from yours to attack your neck. Every inch is covered with sweet, wet kisses of shared saliva. “Suguru…” you sigh, your eyelids closed with fervent desire.

“Is that not enough to heal your heart? Maybe I need to push my interrogation further and deeper to find out what’s still troubling you, hmm? What do you think?”

You let out a yes and swallow hard as his hands slide down your waist and hips — his nails digging into your flesh. The smell of his cologne fills your now intoxicated nostrils. Fuck, he looks hot in his policeman uniform!

“Please,” you whimper. And his fingers are already tugging at your pants to remove them.

You obediently spread your legs, and his forefinger finds its way to the wet patch of your underwear. “Already worked up even though I haven’t done anything? I can even feel how swollen it is already.” The pad of his finger gently presses on your needy, puffy clit. His Adam's apple bobs, and Suguru looks up at you. “May I?”

You pathetically nod your head and a moment later, your panties are gone, and the sight of your glistening pussy right under his nose captures his attention. “I’m going to take care of it… for the sake of the interrogation and your heart, of course.” He buries his head between your plush thighs and a calloused finger slides between your wet folds. “Fuck, princess,” he hisses through his teeth, “I can feel it pulsing just at the entrance...” He inserts his finger and licks his lips eagerly. “So tight… Does your boyfriend truly take care of you?” His finger starts to pump slowly between your gummy walls, the latter clenching around it. “I think I need another to understand where it still hurts,” he grunts, making you whimper and squirm on your chair, handcuffs restricting your movements so you can’t do anything but moan when Suguru’s lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and suck it like it’s a lollipop. To ease the process, he puts one of his arms under your thigh to rest your calf on his shoulder and get better access to the sweet, swollen cunt he wants to eat out so badly.

“Sugu, it’s sensitive,” you whine, your breathing becoming heavy with gasps. And God, you’re so close, as he adds another finger to the first, stretching you out. Your pussy squelches, a warning for him that you’re going to cum soon. “Hnng… Please…”

“Nuh-uh, baby,” Suguru coos, his fingers continuing to finger-fuck you faster and relentlessly. “Use your words.”

“Make me cum, please.” And he obeys without objecting, his long, thin fingers curling up in that deep spot of yours that can make your toes curl so quickly. “So deep— ‘m close…” you sniffle, tightening when this knot in your stomach is on the verge of bursting. Suguru’s tongue darts out to drag teasing circles around your core. “Don’t be so loud, babe, my colleagues might hear you and ask what we’re doing — not complaining, though,” he chuckles, the resonance making you gasp. One more pump, and you squeal his name while reaching your climax on his fingers, walls spasming strongly.

Your breathing is now panting, Suguru winces. “Aw. You’re okay, sweetheart?” He waits for your nod and captures your lips with his. He hums, his lips stretching during the sloppy kiss. Your taste reaching your mouth, the fluid stretches like a rope between your lips when you break the kiss.

“I need more,” you whisper, biting your lower lip. “I’m sure it will help me heal my shattered heart.”

“I will, princess,” Suguru breathes out, his right hand cupping your cheek and stroking your rosy-skinned cheek. He stands up with a swift motion and unbuttons his blue shirt after pulling off his black bulletproof vest. His muscular torso and toned abs draw your attention and you almost salivate in anticipation. In the rustle of clothes, your eyes go down to the center of his body. Slow movements, carefully undoing his belt, he takes off his pants and lets them fall to the floor with a ragged sound. His grey boxers too. Then the sight of his long, aching cock rises towards you in a straight line.

“Like what you see?” he asks in a whisper.

You swallow thickly and nod. He steps closer to you and releases the handcuffs from your wrists, tossing them into a corner of the room. The sight of a naked Suguru standing next to you, his imposing height making your core ache. His abs — radiating warmth just inches from your face — twitch slightly in sync with his dick trickling with pre-cum. You remove your t-shirt and prepare to undo your lace bra, but Suguru’s large hand wraps around your wrist to stop you. “Let me, my beautiful girl.” Skillfully, his fingers unhook your bra, tossing it into the same pile of clothes as his.

“Gonna take care of you.” He nibbles on your earlobe and wraps his strong arms around your thighs, lifting you to place your ass on his cold, varnished wooden desk. Goosebumps travel across your soft skin, complemented by Suguru’s warm hands fondling your breasts while gently pushing you down on the desk to lay you back. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Effortlessly, your legs fly up to his shoulders, your heels catching just behind as his hands grab your ass and give it a loud smack. “Fuck…” he growls, and without needing to guide it, his cock finds its way to your dripping folds. The reddened, sensitive tip brushes against your warm, tight entrance.

Your patience wears thin, and you whine, “Suguru! Just fuck me alread—” And he splits your cunt suddenly, reaching your deepest point in a swift motion, with your sensitive walls gripping his shaft. “Ah— Sugu… s’deep…” He grins and patiently waits for you to adjust to him. Once you do, his hips begin to roll, thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck, it’s like your pussy was molded f’me…” he hisses through his clenched jaw. He pulls out his dick to slam back in a bit harder, a desperate moan escaping your sweet lips. “Taking me so well…” His tip hits your g-spot again so easily thanks to his foreplay. Your insides are so wet that when Suguru starts to pick up the pace — his name repeated like an angelic prayer by your pretty tongue — his length slips out of your hole.

“Put it back…” you murmur with puppy eyes, shining with tears of pleasure.

“Can you beg for it, babe? Wanna hear ya cry for it.”

“Please, please, please— Ah! S-Sugu…” And he slips it back in to fuck you shamelessly. His hips meet yours harder and harder, and your hand pressed against your mouth no longer suffices to stifle your moans.

“Such a naughty—thrust—naughty—thrust—girl, aren’t you? Begging to be fucked when my cock slips out of your needy cunt, huh?” He growls, closing his eyes for a second to regain composure. He feels your walls tighten when he talks and a laugh shakes his chest. “You love dirty talk, huh?” His hands grip the curve of your hips and pull you back to him, hitting that deep spot inside you that blurs your vision with tears of ecstasy and forces your voice to sing his name like an opera singer. “You close, princess?” His balls slap your ass with a loud sound, matching the squelching sound of your fluids.

“So—So close…” you sob, your arms flailing to find anything to hold onto. You clench around Suguru’s dick so many times that he himself lets out a low groan of your name. The sound is like music to your ears and once again, the knot in your stomach is on the verge of bursting. “Gonna cum, gonna cum…”

Suguru's hand remains gripping your hips while the other grabs one of your breasts, pinching a swollen nipple and mercilessly rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. You even feel Suguru’s dick swell inside you — he’s just as close as you are. “Cum f’me, sweetheart… Let yourself go, I’ve got ya… Want me to cum inside your tight lil’ pussy? Yeah? Yeah?”

“Inside, please, inside,” you pant as your vision blurs with stars and your walls spasm around Suguru’s length. A groan and a moan escape both your mouths, and the next second, you both cum at the same time — him, painting your insides white with his hot spurt, and you, squirting your juices around his shaft. Unable to hold all of it in your womb, some of the mix of your fluids seeps out of your fucked hole.

Heavy and rough breaths fill the silent room. Your trembling legs can’t stay on Suguru’s shoulders and almost fall. He catches them just in time with both hands, bends them slightly, and plants a kiss on each of your knees, then smirks. “God, I’ll never get tired of this roleplay.”

Your own lips curl, and you turn your head towards the locked door. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

Suguru chuckles, eyes lightly squinting. “With your voice? If they haven’t already fled this wing of the police precinct…”

You glance at the fake blood on your arms. “Do you think they’ll go to Satoru to complain, saying, ‘your best friend is fucking his girlfriend a bit too loudly’?” And you both burst into laughter. “He’s the one who gave them the check to keep quiet and let us make all this whole… mess, after all.” You reach out and pinch Suguru’s cheeks.

He rolls his eyes. “Not with the amount he gave.”

“How much?”

“A little less than two million yen.”

❖ a/n: i think i’m ovulating guys 🫣

❖ tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm

[st-dionysus]

(The Poem is named) Emetophobia CW

It’s 2024 and I’m in a 20 year old drag bar, watching the very first trans-masculine performer to compete on their stage, he gets second place even though he deserved first.

I show up to the men’s bathhouse on trans night to get free entry and get turned away at the door, and told it’s for transgirls only, bitch you could have put it on the flyer that transmen need not apply.

I’m doing a line of ketamine off the table, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I get banned from the camsite for listing myself as transgender when I don’t have a dick, I complain online and get told that the trans-masculine body is to grotesque to be fetishized and I should be grateful.

I wear a packer and hitch up a skirt, walk the street, get $20, calling it stealing transfem valor.

Cissie puts a TW #body-mutilation tag under my thirst trap. Tranny puts a TW #dysphoria tag under my thirst trap.

T-girl with a callout post pedojackets me, Enby with TME in bio pedojackets me, T-boy with a self-deprecating joke about men in his bio pedojackets me.

I do another line of ketamine off the table, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I am at the woman’s clinic, I am at the woman’s clinic, I am at the woman’s clinic wearing a mask – not cause I’m compromised (I am), just to hide my beard – avoiding making everyone uncomfortable.

I am getting re-diagnosed with BPD, which just means I have bitch disorder and no one trusts me.

I take my pills and throw them up. I drink my liquor before the beer and throw them up.

I am just 14 when the picture and videos go up. Remind me that I have it easy, they were only pictures and videos.

I am just 17 when the recording of my proof stops before it happens, my phone memory is full, I’m called a liar and now I can’t see buttered crackers, thanksgiving, or sriracha sauce without wanting to kill myself.

No one gets me therapy, but they still want to convert me, she puts her hands down my pants, at least I’m 19, to remind me I’m a woman – tell me how they love trans men again.

I do a third line of ketamine off the table, realize it doesn’t effect me, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I call myself a dog, I start biting my lovers and I have to hold back from ripping out a chunk of flesh, I don’t think I’d throw it up.

I am reading the statistics, 40% of BPD patients try and kill themselves. 1 in 2 transgender men try and kill themselves. I’m one of them. I’m 12 and I swallowed all the pills. I’m 14 and the gun is empty. I’m 17 and I put the box-opener against my throat. Therapist calls me a liar, there is no scar, and my words don’t count for anything.

I’m using he/him pronouns for Stormé DeLarverie, like the stonewall veteran association said to, and telling you he started the riot, calling it stealing transfem valor from a woman who told you she didn’t fucking do it.

I’m shoving my fingers down my throat in a fit of mania, convinced I can vomit up my uterus. She tells me I should be grateful, she’d do anything to be able to get pregnant.

My brother in the struggle gets bottom surgery without top, calling it stealing transfem valor to feel comfortable in his body.

It’s 2024 and I’m at trans pride, the announcers tells everyone to give a round of applause for trans woman, a round of applause for gender-queers, a round of applause for transfems, a round of applause for the enbies, a round of applause for trans-masculine people. You forgot someone. Did you know a trans man started the first ever transgender pride parade?

A book on queer history talks about gay men and lesbians and trans women and the women who dressed as men for better job opportunities. I’m reminded that my invisibility is a privilege, if you aren’t seen you don’t get bashed.

I’m 13 and they throw me in the girls bathroom, pin me down, beat me, and in black sharpie write “dyke”, write “tranny”, write “lesbo”, and pull my hair out the cap I shoved it in.

I’m 19 with D cups that a binder can’t hide and a beard I refuse to shave less I break the mirror and kill myself with the shards of glass I would swallow.

Man at the bus stop calls me tranny and tells me I’ll never be a woman. I’d laugh if he didn’t have his hand on my throat. Calling it stealing transfem valor.

I’m 21 and have to pull a taser on him, cause from the back, even with short hair and top surgery, I look rape-able.

I’m 23 and in the gay district when they chase me down the street, calling me faggot.

Make another forcemasc post, calling it stealing transfem valor.

Read an article about a trans man prostitute that kills himself and ends up another female statistic.

Read an article about a trans man shooter, they blame the HRT he didn’t have access too.

Going to read a callout about me, five pages on Google Docs, does this post make it on the list?

Do a final line of ketamine, write the final line of a poem that makes me want to die, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I puke and miss the toilet.

[ellecdc]

https://www.tumblr.com/ellecdc/750136516025745408/congrats-again-on-2k-well-well-well-deserved

Hnnnnnng idk if you’re open to it but I would love a full drabble or fic of sirius’ headcanon

mmmmmmmmmmmmm yummy

aftercare with Sirius Black x fem!reader [1.5k words]

CW: first sentence is....explicit, the rest is.....mature? idk, it's aftercare, the after part follows sexual intercourse - potentially adult content, viewer discretion is advised. fem!reader has the kind of hair one can brush and braid!

With two final thrusts, Sirius quickly pulled out and removed the hand he’d been using to pin your wrists to your lower back in favour of aiming for the dimples of your hips where he came with a shout. 

You heard him make a languid hum of approval at his mess before he collapsed onto the bed beside you and pulled you into him. 

“Holy shit.” He let out on a breath, causing you to snort.

“Yeah, holy shit.” You agreed as you turned your face - which had been shoved quite harshly into the mattress moments before - towards him; peeking at him through curtains of your hair. 

He let out another pleased sigh as he brought his fingers to your face and brushed your face clear of hair; his eyes brightening and his lips curling further at the sight of you.

“Hi baby.” 

“Hi.” You breathed out.

“How’re you doing?” 

You chuckled which turned into a groan as you rolled your shoulders. “Not too bad.”

“Too much?” Sirius whispered then; all levity gone from his tone as he massaged your scalp with his hand not currently propping his head up. 

You quickly denied as you brought your hand up to his wrist, turning his hand so you could press a kiss to his palm. “No, I had fun.”

He smiled crookedly at you. “Me too.”

You let out a contented breath and closed your eyes; the dampness of your skin beginning to dissipate along your body, save the curve between your lower back and your arse. 

You felt the bed dip and had barely opened your eyes when you could hear Sirius shushing you; predicting your protest before it even left your lips.

“I’ll be right back, doll; stay put.” 

Not needing to be told twice, you closed your eyes and managed to only startle slightly when you felt a damp cloth against your back.

For as nice a gesture as it was, you couldn’t help the admonishing grumble that escaped your lips when you heard the tell tale splat of the cloth meeting your floor as Sirius haphazardly tossed it towards the hamper (but not actually in the hamper).

“I know, I know.” Sirius sing-songed as he rejoined you on the bed, gently encouraging you onto your side so he could pull you in flush against him. “I’ll get it later, promise.” 

“It’ll stain the hardwood, Sirius.”

“Yeah, yeah; I said I’d get it, didn’t I?” Sirius grumbled back, but his voice was thick with fondness as he poked his fingers into your ribs playfully, eliciting a peal of laughter from you. 

“I don’t want to get up.” Sirius whined as the two of you settled.

“Me either.”

“Maybe we can just live here now?”

“I think that sounds lovely.” You agreed readily. 

“Our friends don’t actually need us, right?” He asked as he rubbed a heavy hand up and down your back. 

“I don’t see why; they’re all capable adults.”

Sirius hummed in agreement. “We’ve raised them well, they’ll be fine.”

You’re not sure how much time had lapsed from the end of Sirius’ sentence to when he finally sucked in a determined breath, but it had been long enough to startle you awake.

“Nope, sorry doll; we can’t do it.”

“What?” You groaned as you rolled onto your back, watching Sirius stand and stretch at the end of your bed. 

“Can’t live in bed.”

“Why the bloody hell not?” You countered, earning you a snort from your boyfriend.

“‘Cause, you’ll get a UTI and then you’ll say it’s all my fault and then I’ll have to make you more of those cranberry mocktails that you hate so much.” He said simply as he moved to your side of the bed.

“Come on, princess; up.”

You grumbled something along the lines of 'you’re the worst' which was met with a haughty 'that’s not what you were saying just a few minutes ago' which was then met with a 'now you’re the absolute worst' before the both of you were standing under the hot spray of the shower. 

“Still the worst?” He asked as he moved the sudsed-up loofa across your body. 

“The jury’s out for deliberation.” You mumbled; though your forehead resting against the divot of his collarbone severely contradicted your claim. 

Sirius hummed and you could feel his smile as he pressed his lips into your wet hair. “What are the possible sentences?”

You pretended to ponder that as he finished his meticulous worship of your body before handing the loofa to you.  “I heard talk of time served in the form of a foot rub and breakfast in bed tomorrow.” You explained as you lathered soap across his chest; fighting a shiver that threatened to overtake your body with the way his hands rested at your waist and his thumbs traced circles along the fat of your sides. 

“Sounds like a fair jury.” He agreed easily.

“I should think so; they were made up of your peers.”

Sirius barked out a laugh then that forced you out of your faux grievous charade. “Well I know that’s just not true; they’d have me locked up for life if that were the case.” 

The banter continued as to whether or not Remus, Peter, and James would actually plead his case or let him hang as he wrapped you in a towel and hoisted you up onto the counter where he applied your skincare for you - regardless of how 'capable you are doll, don’t take this from me'. 

And of course, though you were no less capable of doing your own hair, Sirius insisted he ran the brush through it, applied your hair care products and braided a plait into it before he ushered you back into the bedroom. 

“But I’ve heard stories of James literally talking your way out of detention. Didn’t you tell me he once stood up in the headmaster’s office and yelled objection when McGonagall accused you-”

“-correctly.”

“-correctly accused you of orchestrating a large flashmob in the middle of A Levels.” You continued as he massaged lotion into your shoulders. 

“Right.”

“So why would he let you rot now?”

“I don’t know?” Sirius continued breezily then. “Probably retribution.”

“For what?”

“Oh doll, how much time do you have?” He teased as he moved his hands down your arms.

“Fuck, you could be a professional masseuse.” You sighed as you laid back onto your bed.

“These hands are just for you, baby.” He flirted as he moved on to your legs. 

“Lucky me.” You flirted back, earning you a wolfish grin from your boyfriend. 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

You groaned in faux reluctance. “Fine, your case has been dismissed.” 

You were expecting a salacious comment from your quite lewd boyfriend, but he simply beamed at you and brought your foot up to his face where he pressed a kiss to your ankle before swapping for your other foot. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked him then. 

“It’s always you, doll; you never have to ask.” 

“Your every thought is of me?” You asked teasingly as he finished applying your lotion and watched as he crawled to join you at the head of the bed. 

“Oh certainly.”

“What about when you’re at work?”

“I’m wondering what you’re up to.”

“And when you’re with your friends?”

“I wish you were with us, or that I was with you.” 

You hummed in thought as you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “And when you’re sleeping?”

“All my dreams are of you. Any other questions?” He asked with a smile as he made himself comfortable on the bed. 

“What’d I do to deserve you?” You whispered; eyes flitting across his face as if you were desperate to memorise every angle, every beauty mark, every eyelash, and every smile line as he opened his eyes to consider you. 

“I wonder the same thing every morning that I wake up beside you.” 

You smiled at him and pressed another kiss to his lips. “Okay.” You said decisively. “Your turn.”

You reached over Sirius’ body for the bottle of moisturiser that he had placed on his nightstand, only for him to take your arm and pull you back down onto the bed.

“I don’t want a turn.” He protested, trapping your arm between his own and his ribs as he forced you to rest your head on his chest.

“Why not? You were so sweet to me.”

“M’always sweet to you.” He hummed, earning him a snort from you.

“I wanna spoil you back.” You complained, looking up at him through your lashes in a way you knew could often get what you wanted.

However, this time it only seemed to further his decision when he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. “You can spoil me tomorrow, deal?” He offered with finality before tucking you back into his side.

But you knew better; you knew that tomorrow would end in much the same way - with him wearing your ankles as earrings and you taking turns washing each other's bodies before he moisturises your body and promises that you can spoil him the next day, which would - again - end in much the same way.