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Why does Toji Fushiguro fit into literally every bad porn stereo type I can think of?

Plumber comes to "Fix your pipes"? Toxic ass Toji

Pizza delivery guy looking for an extra tip? Fucken Toji

Carpenter doing home repairs and looking for somewhere to hang his toolbelt? Toji again

Cable guy? Toji

Fitness Instructor? Toji

Police officer(acab)? TOJI

Like he can literally fill an open space(no pause all play). His toxic ass can break all my boundaries

I AM FUCKING FERAL FOR THIS MAN SOMEONE HELP

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It's honestly gotten difficult for me to read the word flashlight. I read it as fleshlight on the first try like every time.

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New necklace just dropped.

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thinking abt older nanami, like greying hair and two grown kids older nanami. older nanami who goes golfing on the weekends and fucks you in the country club bathroom. older nanami who uses his retirement money to buy you lingerie and pretty dresses. nanamis ex wife who looks at you with disdain, perky tits and curvy body, everything she wanted back.

older nanami who smokes large cigars and wears vintage suits he remembers buying when they were new. who slips his cock out from his slacks and makes you slink down on him as you cry out ‘daddy’. older nanami who’s kids think is going through some midlife crisis to be with a girl around their age, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. he’d never felt so at peace with his girl clinging all over him, working his cock between her glossy lips.

older, grandad, nanami n his pretty young thing. 🙂‍↕️

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"should we tell authors on ao3 when we have discord conversations about their fics" i don't speak for everyone here but if y'all ever find a group chat discussing my fics you can should must and WILL send me screenshots of the whole damn thing. inflate my ego. gimme

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Your body must be rested and fed if you wish to be a pervert.

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BARKBARK GRR

⁹⁾ “we need to look the part if we want to stand any chance at fitting in.” + Hotch x Reader

WOOHOOHOO... this one is gonna be a ride (😌)

cw: 18+ content/mdni, softcore porn with the most miniscule amount of plot you have ever seen, transmasc afab reader, sub reader (duh. have you seen aaron hotchner?), spit, bruising/marking

playing the role of aaron hotchner's dutiful assistant would never be easy, but it became a whole lot more challenging when you started fucking outside of your scheduled hours together. thankfully, hotch is experienced enough to show you the ropes when you invite him over in a panic before the annual fundraiser gala for advice on what to wear.

as the doorbell rings out in the silence of your apartment, you spring to your feet and look out of the small glass panes to see hotch checking his cell patiently. you grin and open the door, waving him inside hurriedly. you are in police tape printed boxers (a christmas gift from hotch) and a black robe that hangs open over your shoulders.

"thank god you're here," you sigh in relief as he greets you with his typical placid expression - the one he so frequently adorns before the mask drops. he sets his briefcase down on the kitchen counter, taking off his jacket with a pinch of his nosebridge.

"have you never been to a gala before?" hotch asks with a kind but skeptical chuckle, slowly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows; his tan forearms are on display, and you catch your eyes following the muscles and veins like little rivers tracing a map - shamelessly objectifying the man who happens to be your boss.

hotchner's eyes catch your gaze with a quirked brow, crossing his arms over his toned chest and shifting his weight onto one leg with a knowing, albeit brief, smirk. you shake your head and rush away to your closet, hearing hotch's quiet footsteps following behind.

you stand with your back to hotch, desperate glances scanning your clothes for suitable attire. you groan in frustration.

"the last time i went to a black tie event, i was a fuckin' woman- what do men wear to these things?" your exasperated rambling causes a chuckle to escape hotch's throat.

his large hands reach around to trace your bare, flat chest. his fingers dance along the scars that sit underneath the altered breast tissue, and you feel his chest vibrate with an appreciative hum at the sensation of your warm skin. he presses his lips to an exposed spot on your neck, abruptly biting down and sucking a tender mark into the blushing flesh.

you let out a soft hiss at hotchner's sharp bite, though quickly recovering as the blood beneath your skin starts to swell and pop under the suction, leaving a soft moan in the place of the pained expression. a purple bruise is left at the absence of his mouth, and you feel a strange sense of vacancy.

"well," hotch starts to reply, hands gently running down your arms to softly grasp your wrists. he folds you into his embrace, "do you have a suit?"

you nod, leaning into hotchner's touch before separating to retrieve one of the few pieces of formal wear you own. you lay out the clothing on your bed, reaching up to remove the robe draped over your shoulders.

hotch makes a clicking noise in disapproval, grasping the fabric from behind and tugging it down your back. the breeze wafting from your bedroom window dances across your bare torso as hotch allows his calloused hands to roam.

hotchner grasps your hips, pushing you into a seated postion at the foot of your mattress. he unfolds the button down first, guiding your arms into the sleeves. he dresses you with care, mindful enough to leave your dress pants abandoned by your side.

he kneels, careful fingers coaxing your thighs apart. every move that hotch makes in purposeful, gentle enough to make you want to melt.

"if you want to play the part," hotch kisses up your thighs, "you're gonna have to look it." he loops your tie around the collar of the dress shirt, tugging you forward roughly and abruptly.

"at least if you want to fit in." he leaves brutal bites up and down your chest, sore bruises hidden beneath the blouse neckline. hotch buries his flushed face into the plushness of your clothed cunt, humming blissfully before snapping his gaze back up to you.

the vibration on your pelvis causes you to groan softly, almost instictively collapsing onto the mattress you are perched on. hotch looks down on your desperate form with a chuckle as he guides your ironed slacks up past your thighs.

"none of that, handsome." hotch remarks casually as he clicks your cufflinks into place, planting gentle kisses on each wrist as he does so. he leads the both of you to your feet, straightening out any of your stray garments with a satisfied hum. "you have a role to play tonight."

with his reply, hotch grasps your jaw firmly, persuading your lips to part. he spit his chewing gum into your mouth, following it with a soft kiss. you almost gawk in disbelief, but he glances down at you with an almost prideful grin.

"hold onto that for me, pretty boy."

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Me writing a scene with two or more people of the same gender and trying not to get the readers confused, while also trying not to overuse the characters' names or epithets

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yearning for gregory "i'm not a violent dog, i don't know why i bite" house and james "i wish you were a girl" wilson to just shut up and kiss on the mouth already, day 286547653

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Somebody do this with some of my boys 😩 I’ll do ships (if my brain works) and x readers like I usually do 🙏🏼

build-a-blurb ask meme

reblog and let your followers send in one or multiple emojis from each category for you to write a blurb about.

i want you to write a blurb about two characters...

👄 sharing their first kiss

💔 breaking up

💦 sleeping together for the first time

😬 confessing their feelings

🩹 tending to each other's wounds

🗣 having an argument

👋 meeting for the first time

or maybe i'd rather have you write about...

💍 an engagement

💀 saying goodbye to a dying lover

🙅‍♀️ stopping a lover from sacrificing themselves

👼🏼 revealing a pregnancy

🔪 knife against the throat

⚠️ a love triangle with a character making their final choice

🚪 showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort

please include this dynamic...

☁️ enemies to lovers

🍯 friends to lovers

🧸 exes with feelings

✨ friends with benefits

☕ reluctant allies

🤎 royal x commoner

🍦 lovers to enemies

with a little bit of...

📆 office romance

👀 forced proximity

🤮 fake dating

🔥 slow burn

💘 love at first sight

😭 unrequited love

🛏 only one bed

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Robert Chase x Older! Man/Reader Brainrot

ADULT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. DO NOT READ IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18

This was made with transmascs and men in mind! Please know that the reader has a dick or strap in this one!

Content Warnings: Chase is giving head to an older guy, power imbalance due to the positions held, office blowjob, under the desk blowjob, somebody walks in at the end, sex in front of somebody else but they don’t explicitly know

Word Count: 628

Authors Note: I’m just posting some brainrot that I’ve been sitting on. Should I try to make a part 2 of this one or just leave it?

“Four years of college, four at med-school, two years residency, another four years of sub-specialty training, and where do I end up?” “Between my legs with my cock down your throat, now stop talking and put this back in your mouth, Dr. Chase.”

How the fuck did he get himself in this predicament? He had a old ass but very attractive man fisting his hair in one hand and with their other hand pressing his fingers into the sides of his jaw to keep his mouth open wide. His throat had been bullied by what he’d personally call an oversized cock for what felt like hours but he knows it hasn’t. There was a clock on the shelf behind the desk he was currently hidden under that he could read. Yes, he’s under the desk of the Administrative Assistant, in his office at the hospital that they both work at.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, he knows he shouldn’t be giving head to his technical boss and especially not at his place of work! But there’s something about an older man just using his mouth to get off that seemingly fixes something (somebody get this man a therapy session and a dilf).

“Come on, put it in your mouth and make me feel good.” He urged, leaving Chase to grind against the older man’s outstretched leg with a slight shudder before finally taking the throbbing dick back into his mouth. He reached a hand down to the tight tent in his pants, borderline humping his hand in an attempt to relieve some of his need for friction. “There you go,” he grunted before a guttural groan slipped past, causing the older man to look towards the door to his office. He couldn’t tell if it was locked but he didn’t have any meetings scheduled so there shouldn’t be any interruptions. He wasn’t going to pull the young man off his length anyways.

“You can go farther than that, take it all,” Chase looked up to him through his lashes, asking if he had to because the amount he had taken was already a lot. “Don’t give me that look, you’ve taken all of it in every hole you have. You can do it again, brat,” He looked down at him with his lids half closed and a type of lust written on his entire face. Chase moaned lightly (to the best of his ability given his mouth being full) at his words. How can a professional speak that vulgarly?

His boss felt that he was taking too long to comply so he lifted up his hips, thrusting deep into his mouth and causing the poor man to gag, choking at the sudden intrusion. His hands immediately shot up to grip at his thighs, his lashes now clumped together with tears. He was trying so hard to even out his breathing and relax his throat, his nails digging into the flesh and leaving little crescent moons in the skin. He clenched his eyes shut for a moment only to open them widely when he heard the door to the office open.

His boss scooted forward in the chair, pushing Chase back further under the desk but also pinning him so he couldn’t take his cock out of his mouth. He grunted and the feeling of having his dick so far down his throat that he could feel Chase’s nose pressing against his stomach slightly. Chase could really only hope that this would be a short conversation otherwise with how sensitive the Administrative Assistant is currently he might end up just blowing down his throat. Especially with how he’s still rocking his hips in and out of Chase’s mouth while talking to.? Who came in again? “House? What are you doing here?”

Oh shit.

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James Wilson Has A Superiority Kink

Reader is written with AFAB Transmasc people in mind.

Do not read if you are under the age of 18 as there is SEXUAL CONTENT WRITTEN UNDER THE CUT

Content Warnings: Wilson talks about fucking a baby into the reader but it’s just horny talk, Wilson cures his whiskey dick by getting good head apparently, Wilson begs to cum, Wilson is called “Handsome Boy” and “Good Boy” as well as “Baby”, Wilson is intended to be so subby and brain dead during horny hours it’s basically pathetic, Last paragraph is kinda cum eating depending on how you look at it.

Word count: 690

Authors Note: this is legit just James Wilson being a submissive, pathetic man that’s drunk off getting touch his partner (but specifically when and how they tell him to) brainrot because i wanna do unspeakable things to this doctor and it’s gonna be y’all’s problem

James Wilson has a superiority kink and i know it (i thought about it and i like the idea).

James Wilson who gets gets rock fucking hard when you boss him around. But use that specific tone of voice, the tone that sounds like you’re holding back from running your fingers through his hair while you shove a hand down his pants. The tone of voice that sounds like you want to devour him whole but haven’t decided if he’s earned it yet.

James Wilson who has cured his whiskey dick simply by bedding the Head of the Psychology Department (there’s quite a few more mental health cases running around than there are cancer cases so technically Psych is a higher position and YES. It does still confuse James as to how cancer isn’t upmost priority but neither of you get paid enough for that). That’s all it took. Just him having his superior looming over him after pulling away from a kiss and caressing his jaw. All you had to do was touch him and he started acting like a schoolboy.

James Wilson who could barely feel his face when the aforementioned Head of Psych had their nose pressed to his pelvis with his cock so fucking far down their throat. You had him gripping the sheets in effort to keep from splattering your face when you told him if he kept being good you’d let him cum wherever he’d like. Please, you know how much he likes getting to leave his mark with his release (he was slightly possessive when it came to his partners).

James Wilson who is moaning into the back of your neck, pistoning his hips almost furiously into yours as he has you on your hands and knees. He wants this release so bad he borderline needs it. He barely got through you edging him, he nearly came too many times but now he was so close. “Please le’me cum.. wanna fuck,” He pushed you down onto the bad with a hand in between your shoulders, “wanna fuck a baby into you please.” He sounded pathetic but in an oddly hot and sexual way. “I’ve been so good, please just let me cum inside. Need it so bad.” He’s babbling horny nonsense now. “James, baby, you wan-“ You were cut off by him giving a series of harder thrusts, strangled moans slipping out. You couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing far too well (it made you jealous sometimes knowing that other people have also received dick from this man). “Fff-fuck yes! Go on, cum, my handsome boy!” It took a second to finally get the words out due to James not halting his thrusts in the slightest but he didn’t care at the moment.

“Fuck thank you, thank you…” He was beginning to whine out his thank you’s as he felt his dick twitch. He hasn’t came in at least an hour and has been rock hard the entire time. He was aching for this orgasm, even his cockhead was an angry reddish color matching his flushed face. You knew he was biting his lip, hazy brown eyes half lidded and lightly crossing, his eyebrows pinched together, and sweat likely dripping off his nose at this point. He always looked beautiful when he came undone.

Finally, a high pitched gasp and a long, drawn out whiney moan came from the man behind you. He hunched over you, hiding his face in your neck in an attempt to muffle the embarrassing sounds coming from him (it didn’t help at all and it made those debaucherous sounds enter your ears in high definition) as his hips were moving sloppily and barely holding together a rhythm. You could feel your legs beginning to shake as the sounds coming from him finally sent you over. “G’ boy, sucha good boy f’me,” you choked out.

You nearly jumped when you felt James’ breath fanning over your sex, your legs still shaking from the orgasm you’ve barely started recovering from. Then, you nearly squealed when you felt his tongue lick a broad stripe from top to bottom.

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anyways I will be writing purely self indulgent works about a medical professional with big dumb brown doe eyes in the future 🫡