#I can’t imagine he’s not bi

[stephreynaart]

Stan with the bisexual flag?🩷💜💙

Of course.

[chialattea]

watching one piece with your father is so humbling because one moment you’re monologuing to him about how incredible Arlong Park is and next thing you know he’s looking at you with a poker face and goes “you just want to marry Nami.” Like okay dad yeah fair but like, THATS BESIDES THE POINT

[dust-of-embers]

Re-reading vol 10 of Kamisama kiss is amazing… it’s so fucking fruity

Tomoe turning into Nanami to try seducing Jiro is amazing, truely taking advantage of the genderfluidity of kitsune, I love it

(Sorry about the image quality, it’s dark and I’m tired)

And then my favourite past ship in this fandom…

You can’t be a demon lord in Japan without being at least a tad fruity, the ridiculously strong bond with one person and one person only is very bisexual and autism…

(Sesshōmaru does this too)

[arcsin27]

Hashino leaves persona and suddenly ren’s sexuality is up to the player and not just straight in every playthrough. Fascinating.

[onward--upward]

I’ve never watched 911 in my life but I’m so invested in Buddie it isn’t funny, I come on my dash and see that bi Buck is canon?? Is it actually literally canon?? What happened!!???

hiii!!!! okay well first of all i LOVEEE that you’re invested in buddie without watching the show!! (you should watch the show though it is wonderful for many reasons outside of them as well!!)

technically he is not literally canon yet, however, people have been speculating that it’s coming, and then today buck’s actor oliver stark gave an interview that was extreeeeemely queer-coded and included lines like this:

and knowing that his storyline this week is going to involve jealousy over eddie’s friendship with tommy (a character who has been in a few previous episodes and who showed up again last week), to ME bi!buck seems very likely!! because i literally cannot think of another explanation for these quotes, haha 💖💜💙

i won’t truly believe it until i see it, but at this point i have a permanent seat in the clown car

[destiel-more-like-im-dead-again]

you know how producers basically shoved a box of accessories at Jensen and told him to pick whatever for Dean to wear back in 2005. well I’m imagining them doing that with Jared and him giving Sam a puka shell necklace. can you even imagine the amount of shit Dean would have given him

[roseworth]

i hate it here i want to be in the alternate universe where misha collins pretended to be bi for the rest of his life

[jonahmagnus]

Jon/Nikola is a really funny ship but you know what would be even funnier? Nikola/Peter/Jonah

[drill-teeth-art]

Wow! Here’s something incredibly personal.

This is Good Bi Gender. A comic I made to express some feelings I have about my gender. I don’t really have that much else to say about it. Here it is.

[Image Description: A digital comic made with sharp, angular abstract lines and only the colors white, blue, pink, and black. The featured character is all white, except for facial features and hair colors, which changes from panel to panel. The comic reads: Cover Panel: The text "Good Bi Gender", the words colored with the trans flag. It shows a glitchy person's face, half pink and half blue. Panel 1: White text reads: "Hello. My name is apparently irrelevant. And my pronouns are he/him and she/her. But you can't call me she/her. And here's why." Someone with a half-pink and half-blue shirt looks to the side. One eye is covered with hair, and the other eye is pink while the iris is blue.

Panel 2: The character sits happily, imagining facial hair and a masculine voice. "I don't want top surgery. I love my chest. And I dream about being on testosterone someday soon." The character looks at a phone, frowning. The phone shows the male symbol with an "X" through it. Text next to it reads: “People don't seem to think that the features I dream of are very pretty though... Or they think even worse of them than that…”

Panel 3: The character’s features are all pink, and sits in a blank frame. The character reaches over to a blue frame, frowning. “I don't like the animosity. I really despise it.” A photo of the character shows an all-blue frame and blue hair, with pink outlines and facial features. “To be a boy... I aspire to be one. I aspire to be masculine in all its handsomeness. All its prettiness.” Panel 4: The character sits in an all blue panel, but reaches back out to the pink panel. “And I'm still a girl too. I was so excited to have both. To love both. To have handsome femininity. Beautiful masculinity.” The frames break and connect, and pink and blue swirl together. The character smiles in between the frames, with one pink eye and one blue eye. “So excited. And yet I get asked…”

Panel 5: Two hands hold out two different pills to the character, one blue and one pink. They ask “Male? or Female?” using the male and female symbols.The character, facial features an array of pink and blue, looks between the two hands, distressed. “It's both! I'm both! They're not opposites. Not narrow boxes. I say I'm both despite the insistence that I can't be. And I know what I look like. I know I look like a girl to most. I know that if I say people can call me she, that's all I will get from most. Because it's "easier". It "makes more sense". To have my masculinity, I am often forced to be unflinching in it and it alone. To never use she. Because if I don't, I will never get to have he.” [The words "she" and "he" are italicized.] Panel 6: Text reads: “I'm still very happy to be so comfortable in my identity. To know, despite all that, that I am indeed a boy and a girl and both. But you know. Telling people to only use he/him for me. Guarding my masculinity all just to have it. All at the expense of the part of me who is happily and unashamedly a girl.” The character cries from one pink eye, the other hidden. The character holds a pink girl in a sea of blue, the girl crying out. In the midst of the blue, text reads: “Well, it fucking breaks her heart.” End ID]

Edit: @starberry-skies wrote an ID for the comic, so I added it to the og post with its permission!

[kngrose]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐈'𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃...

imagine a situationship with sevika

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, drinking, bi! reader but wlw, eventual smut, modern au

from roselí. ᡣ𐭩 : i have way too many thoughts about this— this will have multiple parts. see part two here. ^^

It wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t plan for it. But somewhere along the line, something changed. Your relationship had gotten too… comfortable. At first, the changes were subtle; He wasn’t saying anything outlandish, nothing to make you question your relationship.

But there were small instances, ones where he’d forget plans you made, or when he’d linger on his phone a little longer than usual in your company. You told yourself it was nothing; he might just be a little more stressed than usual– maybe there’s something personal he’s going through.

But as time passed, the pattern became clearer. Conversations that used to flow easily were now strained, almost forced, filled with half-hearted responses. He didn't pick up on the little things anymore; your new manicure or your haircut you had gotten to perfectly frame your face, in hopes that he would notice.

He wouldn’t be as passionate anymore, the fire he once held slowly dimming before your eyes. It was disheartening. The spark that once kept your relationship alive is fading, and you're left with a gnawing feeling of emptiness that you can’t quite explain.

And then there was her.

It wasn’t anything too large, the event. Just a kickback amongst some of your shared friends and some extras they’d invited. You’d tagged along with your boyfriend who’d long forgotten about you, chopping it up with a few of the guys on the couch. You felt a sour twinge in your gut as you sat beside him; this is the most enthusiasm he’s shown in weeks.

You’d noticed her in your solitude; shooting you glances across the room. Similar to you, she hadn’t said much of anything, just idly man-spread on the neighboring couch, red cup held loosely in her hand. You’ve never seen her before… you wonder whose friend she is.

You can't help but return the glances– look at her. Her broad shoulders, her thighs, her hands decorated with rings. The piercings that decorate her face. Those eyes, assessing you as she circles the rim of her cup with an index finger, a little smirk forming on her dark lips.

How could you help it– when she’s just radiating with unspoken confidence? It’s captivating, drawing you in like a deer in headlights. There’s a sharpness in her eyes that unsettles you, and yet, something about it excites you. She’s not like anyone you’ve ever seen.

You realized later that she was just waiting. Waiting for your boyfriend to excuse himself so she could move in. It’ll make you wonder later, how much of this she premeditated. It doesn’t take her long to approach you when he leaves, sliding into the spot next to you curtly, smirking as she meets your eyes. She’s beautiful up close.

She’s looking at you with that calculating gaze, making it clear she’s intrigued. She scans your face up and down, “Like your hair… suits you.”

Her voice was deep, commanding, like she had the power to bend the world to her will. You feel your cheeks warm under her gaze, touching your hair softly. “Thank you.” You manage to retort, embarrassingly glancing away. When you shot your eyes back to hers your breath got caught in your chest, her gaze is unwavering. A chuckle rumbles from her throat, “You’re cute.”

But it's not just the look—it’s the way she speaks to you. It’s amazing how easily she manages to fluster you, it’s effortless. Sevika, you learn that her name is, charms you with her dry humor and college stories, entertaining you the entirety of the night.

She tells you about all of the petty fights she’s been in, and all of her run ins with the police. Some of which are so descriptive you have to wonder if she’s being generous with the details. All the while she’s charming you up, placing a hand on your knee, then to your thigh, drawing small circles. You take note of the way she seems to fixate on your hair, constantly moving it from your face or twisting the strands between her fingers.

The flirtation feels different—darker. Her voice rumbles with a kind of quiet power, and when her hand brushes against yours, it lingers just a little too long. You want to pull away, but instead, you stay. The tension builds, and despite your better judgment, a part of you is drawn to it. To her.

You wish you could go back in time and slap yourself. You knew better than to get yourself alone with this girl, this freakishly charismatic, freakishly, randomly attractive girl. But you let her lead you away to a secluded hallway of the house, her excuse being the music was too loud.

And she continued conversing with you, leaning against the wall and swallowing down the rest of the cup. She huffed out something between a scoff and a laugh, “You a nanny or somethin’?” You shot her a confused look in response. She looked down, nodding her head towards the red cup in your hand. “You’re babysitting.” 

“Oh, this…” You mutter, swirling the drink around plainly. “Not much of a drinker.” You notice the roll of her eyes as she pushes herself off the wall and your breath hitches as she closes in on you. She pulls the cup from your hand, raising a large hand to your chin to tilt your head back. You barely manage to sputter, “What are you doing–!” before she orders you to, “Open,” nudging your chin softly.

You lock eyes with her for the umpteenth time, her eyes filled with something different this time around. You hesitantly part your lips, allowing her to pour the rest of the content into your mouth. There’s a soft groan leaving her mouth as she watches some of it spill from the corner of your lips down your chin.

The way her eyes lingered on your lips made your heart race. You were suddenly aware of how close you were, how her scent filled your senses, how her gaze felt like a slow burn.

You don’t say anything, but you can feel the heat between you both, the pull that’s been growing stronger with each passing second. Before you know it, she’s kissing you—rough and urgent, her hands gripping your hips with a hunger that matches the storm brewing inside you. Her kiss is overwhelming, like a fire that consumes you whole. You melt into it, into her, not thinking about the consequences, not thinking about him.

The moment ends just as quickly as it began, but the aftershocks are impossible to ignore. You stand there, breathless, disoriented, and yet, there’s a part of you that doesn’t regret it. It feels raw, real, and alive in a way you haven’t felt in a long time.

You pull away from Sevika, your chest tight with confusion and shame. But Sevika just watches you, unfazed. There’s no sympathy in her gaze, in fact, all you could register was a sly smirk on her lips. Sevika moves to stand close to you, her presence overwhelming, wrapping a hand around your throat, "What's holding you back?" she mumbles against your lips.

And in that moment, you realize that nothing is holding you back. You’ve already made your choice without even knowing it.

There’s no turning back now.  

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[gladiatorcunt]

- A ROTTEN TREE BEARS ROTTEN FRUIT | I.

god loves you, but not enough to save you

cw: kinktober prompt (whipping/flogging), blasphemy, inaccurate religious practices, lyrical sadomasochism (more so sadism on his part), erotic religious imagery and references, this dynamic is so weird, implied (as in in my mind) bi reader and charlie, plus sized reader, reader’s chest referred to as ‘breasts’ & ‘tits’ and their crotch referred to as a ‘hole’ but they do have a seperate one other than their ass, pregnancy fantasy, vomit mention, don’t know shit about the show fuck you ryan, blood kink, interchangeable ‘charlie’ & ‘mayhew’ based on pov

do not translate, repost, or feed this work to ai |

kinktober 2024

“Shh, let me clean you up, Father.” You smile, so softly, he could snap your neck if he squeezed hard enough.

You run your nails over his back, trimmed to an appropriate length. Father Mayhew sighs the way Adam might’ve when Eve’s walls clenched around him, God never being more important than this bliss. You’re so devoted, so devout in your worship but he’s beginning to think that you cry out to a different God than he does. If you even believe in an invisible one anymore when you have a savior in the flesh.

“Thank you, dear. That’d be great.” The pulls are pulled from his lips like rotund wooden beads, as if he has no choice but to endure the stretch as they exit his body one by one.

You shuffle off the bed and kneel behind him, stroking your fingertips down his back like he’s a marble statue you just can’t help but reach out and touch. The opposite of Delilah cutting Samson’s hair, you only want to imbue him with your pure love from the inside out. Spooning milk and honey over the tender welts.

His eyelids crinkle as you kiss the nape of his neck, blotting your lips with rouge. There is no inch of his back left without, and when you arrive at the bigger gashes you lavish the cut with your tongue. Drinking his life away and cleaning him up like a good little whore, servicing the man becomes the only thing of importance to you. You dip the tip of your tongue in the recess of the deeper wounds, and caress his tensing abs from behind when he grits his teeth and traps a curse behind them. You only kitten lick him, but often he wishes you would get real dirty with it, caressing your tongue over his muscles in broad and messy swipes.

His scars from previous lashings glint in the low light of the candles surrounding you. You give them their just desserts of course, grateful pecks of attention and acknowledgement. Soothing his pain, that is the only excuse you have to encroach on the verge of breaking your vows. Father Mayhew gives you a purpose and stops your bleating with a heavy hand if you forget your place. Stern hand to raw and stinging flesh.

Sometimes there is no pillow when you kneel behind him.

The next step is that you turn around and face the wall after picking up the cattail whip off the bed and returning it to its rightful owner. You’ve already discarded your habit, no tunic, coif, or veil left on your person. They’re folded neatly beside you, only your rosary nestled in the embrace of your heaving breasts. Your peaks harden in the stuffy humid air, all the oxygen in the world confined to this small room.

He saddles up behind you, his sweaty chest so close to the flesh and contours of your back. Father Charlie breathes you in, taking whiffs of your debauched scent in between silent prayers. He never allows himself to be as forward as you are, his thread of control over his desire has not snapped yet. There are boundaries he can push, but lines he can never cross.

“Good lamb, God recognizes your penance and forgives your soul.” He whispers, dragging the strips of leather down your back until goosebumps rise to the surface.

When you least expect it, he strikes. You muffle a shout into the wall and Father Charlie’s cock jumps under his towel. Briefly he imagines slamming into your tempting body dry, with no preparation, making you sure you feel as much pain as possible. The way you’d wince with every step around the church, the begging in your puppy dog eyes when you’d take communion. How he could hold it above your head like a bone in the shape of a fractured cross, dangling just out of reach of your gorgeous mouth.

The devil gives him dreams of fucking your throat until you’re vomiting and hoarse.

Every droplet of bed peeking out from the cracks of your skin to say hello nourishes him. He shushes you when you’re unable to hold back your sounds, cooing when he notices you humping the air after the fifteenth hit. You just can’t help yourself, nerdy by nature and nurture.

You start soaking the pillow beneath you, imagining what he must look like. A man and his broad hulking body curling around you as he hurts you. Your hole suddenly feels so empty, you have a night of riding your pillow ahead of you, you just want to be good for him in all the ways you’re supposed to be.

As you let a demon of sex control your body, he spies a flash of a white lacy thong nestled between your plump ass cheeks. He knows that if you had also worn a towel, he would’ve hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it off. You don’t get to hide any part of yourself from your Father. And he knows he will have to give himself another lashing for those thoughts alone. Even the secret wedding he plans as he strokes his angry red cock, always edging himself, he’s afraid of what would happen if he lets go. How loud the iron gates would be when they creak open. Like the way he wants to spread your ass open and toy with the hidden puckered hole.

His words are in his actions, reopening your old wounds and bringing the warm leather across your back one last time, he hopes your blood soaks through the material. Staining it, the way you have already stained his heart. Father Charlie grins despite himself when you slump against the wall, sliding his bible-roughened hands over your love handles and sticks his pecs to your shoulders.

“You did lovely, today. The Lord thanks you, and I’m so proud of you, you know that?” His thick fingers brush along the bottoms of your tits, never going higher.

He wants to slap them, wrap the beads of your rosary around them until the flesh bulges, painting your nipples in a mix of both of your blood. Marking your souls irreversibly. Marriage of the spirit, a ritualistic wedding in the eyes of the beholder. You shiver like a mouse in front of a snake, and beads of precum fall from his cockhead.

Did Saint Teresa have these feelings when she had the vision of an angel piercing her heart with their golden spear? Did Saint Sebastian when he was pierced by those arrows under the order of the Emperor? Did David when he wrenched Goliath’s head back by his hair and bested him into humiliation? Did it compare to the covenant he formed with Jonathan?

He kisses your glittering scars in thanks and washes your blood away with his lips and tongue too. But unlike any other day in which you’ve done this, he stands up with a grunt and pulls you up with him. Father Mayhew falls backwards onto his bed and so you follow dutifully, and because the hold he has on your wrist is strong to the point of bruising. You lay your head over his heart and pant into his skin as he teases your plush thigh, tracing crosses into the chubby expanse of skin.

“No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.” He cajoles, walking on that burning tightrope with you.

He wonders if your cunt would be just as chubby, if you’ve ever thought about humping the organ bench, riper than the forbidden fruit, and he mentally catalogs an extra long session of repentance. To be fresh and clean again. Father Charlie will go through his sermons with his lighthearted tone and charming personality, desperate to hide that he’s thinking of plunging his tongue in your asshole. Sipping and slurping up your musk like it’s the only holy water he needs to live. Or entice you into eating his ass, you would love being able to serve him properly, no doubt.

To nourish you with his fragments, his vertebrae and viscera. The body and the blood. The teeth and the testicles.

He’ll sit in quiet contemplation in front of the pulpit, pouring wine over your body in his mind. Following the red trail with his tongue as it trickles down the valley of your chest and dips in and out the folds of your belly. He’ll leisurely open his mouth on a silent moan at the top of your mound, the hairs like yellowing blades of glades against his philtrum, in a perfect paradise there’d be blood there too. His own personal, pervertedly literal, red sea.

You’d look so beautiful, swollen and fat with a child growing in your womb. A shame that can never happen, but a blessing that no heretic of a man could snatch you up and take you away from him. Your flock is here, and the heavy crook of his staff is all you need to guide you back home when you go astray. Trapped in his thighs, molded by his hands, punctured into line with his cock.

[lolastrniolo]

CURIOUS - C.S.

summary: your best friend chris wants to know what it’s like to eat pussy, why not just let him try?

contains: smut, oral (f!receiving), switch!chris, switch!reader, bi!reader, virgin!bsf!chris, innocence corruption, p in v, unprotected sex (dont do that..)

wc: 1.9k

a/n: english is not my first language and i’m a beginner <3

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you were sat against chris’ headboard in his bed, scrolling away on your phone - like you usually do when hanging out with him - when chris speaks up. “okay, totally random… but like, i really wanna know what eating pussy is like.” your eyes immediately snap to his face, staring at him wide-eyed. “what?” you two never really talked about stuff like this, so hearing the words come out of his mouth was more than a surprise to you.

you turn your body to lay on your side, facing him, your right arm propped up to hold your head. “yeah. i mean- i haven’t done anything with girls, and i just can’t help imagining what it would be like, what it would taste like…” your attention is fully set on him as he licks his lips, “i know you’ve eaten girls out before, what is it like?”

“well, i like it. it makes girls feel good. i like it when they squirm and shake, it’s kind of a confident boost, if you’re good at it, of course.” chris nods his head as you explain, letting his tongue run along his luscious lips. “it sounds fun, i don’t know if i’d even be good at it, but, i wanna try it sometime.” his eyes are avoiding yours, and he’s awkwardly fidgeting with the sheets. “so do it” you shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips. “yeah, as if i know any girls do do that with. they’re either a fan of me or i’m not their type.” he laughs.

“you’re my type, and i’m not a fan of you.” you give him a look, shrugging and raising your eyebrows. chris’ jaw drops as he sits up, his eyes widening. “really? you’d let me… eat you out?” his eyebrows are raised, he didn’t expect you to be okay with that, especially since you’re best friends and all that.

“wouldn’t that make things kinda awkward between us?” he questions. “no, who cares? you’re curious, and i’m not turning down an opportunity to get eaten out by a guy like you, so what if we’re best friends? it’s a one time thing anyways.” you bite your lip. you can’t deny the wetness growing between your legs, the thought of your best friend’s face between your thighs turning you on immensely.

“okay, let’s do it.” he shrugs, “one time thing though, i’ll probably suck at it anyways.” he laughs while he slowly scoots over to you. “maybe, maybe not. we’ll see.” you roll onto your back as he hovers over you, his legs between yours. his arms are pinned beside your head, his face now inches away from yours.

“well, let’s start with this then.” he hesitates a little, but then finally closes the gap between you two, his lips colliding with yours. you instantly relax into the kiss, your hands snaking around his neck. his lips are soft, slowly moving against yours while he lets out a soft moan. your tongue runs along his bottom lip, seeing if he’d wanna take it a little further. he instantly parts his lips, inviting you in.

he finally breaks the kiss to look at you, “never thought i’d be kissing my girl best friend.” you both laugh. he slowly moves down your body, trailing kisses along your neck. he might’ve never gone any further than a make-out session, but it seems like he knows exactly what he’s doing. he lightly sucks on your neck, your hands grip at his hair as you let out a quiet moan. his fingers slide along the hem of your shirt, “can i take this off?” he asks, eyes locked on yours. you nod and help him pull the shirt over your head, revealing your lacey red bra.

his hands roam your body, every shy bone in his body seems to have disappeared. his fingers loop into your shorts as he leaves a trail of kisses down your body. he looks up at you to ask for permission, and starts slowly pulling down your shorts and panties when you give him a nod. “jesus, you’re soaked. really?” he chuckles, his face now aligned with your dripping pussy.

“sorry, just haven’t been touched in a while. you turned me on with that kiss, i can’t lie.” he laughs at your words as he wraps his arms around your legs. “i have no clue what i’m doing, please tell me if it doesn’t feel good.” he says. you nod at him, your hands running through his brown hair. he starts kissing your thighs, leaving the place you want him the most untouched.

after he’s done teasing you, he finally attached his mouth to your pussy, his tongue running along your folds. “fuck!” you tug at his hair, throwing your head back and arching your back off the bed. he eyes are locked on your face, making sure he’s making you feel good. you moan as he works his tongue on your pussy, your grip on his hair tightening every time he runs his tongue along your swollen clit.

he attaches his lips to your sensitive bud, slowly sucking on it as he flicks his tongue. “chris! mmm, don’t stop…” you moan. “does that feel good?” he asks, his voice hoarse and low. “yes, yes yes yes yes…” you trail off, the pleasure completely taking over your body and mind. he’s surprisingly good at this, considering he’s never done this before.

chris’ hips grind into the bed beneath him, soft moans leaving his lips. he has absolutely no time to think about the fact that you’re his best friend, all he knows is that he’s rock hard, and it’s all because of you. he loves this. he loves hearing you moan his name, he loves the way you taste.

“can i put my fingers inside you?” his eyes are filled with lust as he looks up at you, wanting nothing more than to make you cum on his face and fingers. “mhmmm” you nod frantically, “please”. chris easily slides two fingers into you, reattaching his lips to your clit. “oh fuck, chris!” you moan as he curls his fingers inside you. “just like that, don’t- don’t stop…”

and he doesn’t. his fingers work faster inside you, his tongue flicking over your clit at an even higher speed than before. “holy shit, holy-” your words are cut off by a loud moan leaving your lips, chris’ own moans sending vibrations through your body. your legs begin to shake, your eyes rolling back. “oh god, chris! i’m so close. f-fuckkk… gonna cum all over your face.” chris moans at your words, grinding his throbbing dick even harder into the bed, desperate for some sort of relief.

“cum for me”, he rasps, he’s obsessed with you. he’s obsessed with the way you taste and the way your legs shake around his head. you finally release, moaning chris’ name over and over. his tongue slows down and he slowly removes his fingers when you come down from your high.

he sucks your juices off his fingers, moaning at the taste. he kisses his way back up your body until he’s hovering over your face again, panting while he looks into your eyes. “holy shit, that was so fucking hot.” he says, before crashing his lips onto yours again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. the kiss is even more intense than the first one you shared, chris’ body completely pressed to yours as he moans into the kiss, his hands roaming your body, and you love it.

you flip the both of you over so you’re straddling him, hands tugging at his hair while you grind your naked body over his hard cock in his pants. “i take it you liked it?” you giggle. “yeah.” he nods, “fuck, i’m rock hard.” you laugh at the astonished expression on his face. “was it okay?” he asks, genuinely curious. “are you kidding? you think i always moan that loud or cum that hard?” you smirk, before slowly leaning in, letting your lips graze the shell of his ear, “ever wondered how it would feel to be inside me?” you whisper before biting your lip, your pussy grinding down on his hardness, making him moan.

“yeah, right now, and i’m about to find out.” he smirks, before crashing his lips back onto yours, his confidence now completely taking over his shyness. his tongue dances around yours, his hands are settled on your hips, guiding your movements. you moan into the kiss as you tug at his hair harshly, and chris lets you. “fuck, i need you…” he sounds desperate, his jaw hanging slack as he looks down at the way your pussy grinds on his clothed dick, a big wet patch showing on his sweats.

his hands reach around your body to pull down his sweats and boxers, you help him by leaning forward, your tits now pressed against his face. once his clothes are pulled down far enough, you sit back, letting your folds rub along his length which is laid flat against his stomach. he lets out a breathy moan as you grind on him, his head thrown back.

“feels good, hm?” you smile at him before taking off your bra, now fully naked in front of him. “oh god, yes… need to be inside you.” his hands cup your breasts, running his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. you reach between your legs to grab his cock and place it right at your entrance, slowly sinking down on him. he moans out at the unfamiliar feeling, “oh my god, feels- mph- feels so good..” he rambles.

“shit, you’re so fucking big…” his ego has definitely grown by now. you drop your head onto his shoulder as you slowly start moving up and down his cock, hands rested on his shoulders to situate yourself. chris’ moans grow louder the faster you move, his hands gripping at your ass. “oh god, don’t stop” he’s captured in bliss, the feeling of your tight walls around his cock is indescribable.

your rhythm starts to become irregular soon, growing more tired. chris notices, “tired?” he asks. you nod, a desperate expression on your face, brows furrowed. he easily flips the two of you around, gently throwing you on your back. he wraps his arms around your legs and starts fucking you harshly, more moans and heavy breaths leaving his lips.

“fuck, chris!” you yell, hands tangling in the sheets to try and ground yourself as he pounds into you. you feel your orgasm start to creep up to you, chris’ cock reaching places you could never reach yourself. chris’ hand reaches down, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit to get you closer to your high.

it doesn’t take much longer before your thighs start to shake and your eyes roll back, your orgasm crashing over you. chris finishes shortly after, pulling out and rubbing his hand along his length as thick ropes of white cum drop onto your stomach. his head is thrown back, moaning loudly as the last drops of cum shoot out from his tip.

he collapses on top of you, his hand resting on your waist and his face pressed onto your chest. you chuckle, running your hands through his sweaty hair. “that good, huh?” you smile.

“fucking insane. we’re definitely doing that again, fuck being best friends.”

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yayyy second fic. i said i wouldn’t write another one but here i am, lol. hope u liked this!

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[bunnis-monsters]

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The urge to write some cheesy yandere smut that takes place on Halloween. Reader is a dumb bimbo, cute and sweet.

She’s being targeted by some yandere!monster ready to snatch her up and eat her, but so far she’s barely dodged/avoided his every attack.

Like “teehee, oh let me bend over and get this quarter I just found” and barely avoids him slicing her in half with his claws levels of cheesy.

But the monster quite enjoys the chase, so he studies up on her and her pattern of behavior. The more he learns the more enamored he becomes. How has such an innocent, dumb little thing survived this cold, cruel world so long?

It’s when he notices others preying on her that he feels… strange. It’s not uncommon in the monster world to share prey, it just means that the others owe you a meal later.

But with you… it’s different. When he imagines them cornering you and the terrified expression on your face as they tear into your soft, pudgy flesh… it doesn’t sit right with him. In fact it fills him with unbridled fury.

So he’s determined to be the one to eat you up before anyone else!

… he just didn’t realize he’d be eating your fat pussy, moaning against your clit as his cock throbbed below. His hand moves up and down his shaft, pumping it as precum leaks down, pooling beneath him.

You’re a writhing mess, confused and afraid, yet feeling too good to do anything but babble out pleas for more.

He pins down you soft, fat arms, watching as your breast bounce as he stretches your pretty pussy on his monster cock. You’re just so little compared to him, a perfect little mate to carry his spawn.

He’s a beastly thing, yet you can’t help but want his tongue down your throat as he fucks you senseless…

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[goochcrucible]

I always get the desire to post a picture of my ex because he was adorable. Of course, I never will out of respect for him but it’s like people taking their dogs out everywhere with them because they love them so much and just want to share with the world

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

This is so stupid but like ok so there’s a character I’m super into. Like he’s so sexy I struggle to watch the movie he’s in because gawd dayum. But I (gay dude) am seriously struggling to imagine sexy time with him because his aura is so suffocatingly straight. Like man I’m trying to imagine him up my ass and I just can’t. He wouldn’t. He’s so goddamn heterosexual. The vibes are straighter than a ruler. This man is the most cisgender, heterosexual, heteroromantic being ever to graze the internet and I can’t even fuck him in my mind without going “he would not fucking say do that”. It’s a skill issue on my part but I can’t help it. He feels infinitely more homophobic than even bi-curious. Girl help

w.what am I supposed to do about this. hello.

[domnamewoman]

MK1 Characters React To: Being Pinned To The Wall By Their Crush To Hide On A Mission

Characters: Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile, Baraka, Shang Tsung, Rain

Warnings: GN!Reader

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Liu Kang’s first priority is making sure that you both are safe and undetectable by the enemy. It isn’t until after he confirms your safety that he realizes just how close you are. So close that he can feel your breath brushing over him on every exhale. Despite enjoying the proximity he doesn’t want to risk you feeling uncomfortable so he backs off.

“I think we are in the clear now. Let’s find our way back to the exit.”

Raiden is overthinking everything from the moment you press up against him. Should he hold his breath because breathing in your face is rude, right? Should he close his eyes because him staring at you just has to be making you feel awkward, isn’t it? So caught up in his head he doesn’t even realize that you moved back until you ask if he is okay.

“What… Oh, y-yes I’m okay. Let’s get out of here.”

Kung Lao uses this opportunity to appreciate your features up close. The way your eyelashes brush against your cheeks. The little mole on your chin that he never noticed before. Your smell… It’s simply intoxicating. He would be so focused on memorizing every detail that he didn’t notice the enemy left until you cleared your throat to get his attention.

“I’m sorry, I was just… never mind, let’s get going.”

Johnny Cage takes full advantage of the situation and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Can you blame him? The cart you’re hiding behind is too small so you have to be as close as possible not to be spotted, obviously. That’s also the reason he has to lean his head against your shoulder. He’s just too tall! It’s definitely not because he wants to nuzzle into you, his lips brushed against your neck completely by accident. Really.

“I think I still hear someone walking around. Let’s stay here for a bit longer.”

Kenshi Takahashi is cursing his heightened senses right now. He is hyper-focused on you and only you. Your addicting scent, the warmth seeping into him from every point your bodies are connected. It takes all of his willpower not to just melt into you. Once you pull away he takes a calming breath and tries to get his brain to focus back on why you both are even here.

“Right, the mission… Let’s uh, let’s head that way.”

Kitana is only worried about the mission getting ruined if you both get caught. That is why she is surprised when she notices her hand over your mouth keeping you from making a sound and the tight grip she has on your shirt, holding you against the wall. This is not how she pictured finally getting this close to you going. She blinks as she releases you and takes a step back.

“My apologies… We just, we can’t get caught.”

Mileena smiles as you press up against her, happy with the turn of events. She knows that you like her just as much as she likes you. She uses this time to tease you by pushing her chest into you and blowing her warm breath against your neck. Her thigh finds its way between your legs. It amuses her to see you try to remain quiet and unbothered by her actions.

“We should try this another time… under different circumstances.”

Tanya tries to remain calm as your bodies are pressed against each other. She can’t believe that you both are in this situation right now… but she doesn’t exactly hate it. You smell so good and your body is so warm. It’s better than what she’d imagined being pressed against you would feel like. The only downfall is that you both were hiding in enemy territory. Oh right… the mission.

“I think we’re all clear. Let’s find a way out of here.”

Bi-Han can’t help grabbing onto your hips as you push him against the wall. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love the feeling of your bodies pressing against each other. He only wished it was happening under different circumstances than hiding from the enemy. Maybe after you both get what you came here for, he will finally make a move and make his intentions clear.

“Come, let’s finish up and head back home.”

Kuai Liang would try and create as much distance between you as he could, which would be futile. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Even though all he wants to do is pull you into his arms and hold you tightly, he would contain himself. He respects you and your personal space and all he can do is hope that someday you would want him in it.

“They’re gone. Sorry about that… We can go now.”

Tomas doesn’t know what to do with himself. He keeps his arms down to his sides, hands gripping his pants legs. That is the only thing he can do to keep himself from reaching out and embracing you. Something that he has longed to do since shortly after meeting you. Why can’t he think of anything besides how stunning you look, even now?

“Do you, uh… Do you think they left? We should probably get going.”

Syzoth’s brain is malfunctioning. He can’t control the way his body reacts to having you in his personal space. He tries to stop the low rumble of a purr-like growl forming in his chest because one, how embarrassing, and two, he doesn’t want to give away your location. You two were hiding from the enemy for goodness sake! This definitely wasn’t the time.

“Um, can we… Maybe we can sneak around the corner.”

Baraka was surprised that you didn’t mind being this close to him. Ever since being affected with Tarkat, nobody wanted to be even a few feet away from him, much less in physical contact. Being this close to you just reminded him of how much he missed physical affection. He hopes that since you aren’t afraid of touching him, his affection for you won’t be rejected.

“Come on, I will fight our way out of here if I must. You don’t have to worry.”

Shang Tsung believes that this is right where you both belong, in each other’s arms. He desires nothing more, not even power or influence (although they’re pretty close), than he desires to be able to hold you close to him daily. He will stop at nothing to convince you that you belong with him. He’ll start by showing you how capable he is by protecting you.

“These imbeciles are no match for my magic. We’ll be out of here shortly.”

Zeffeero bit his lip trying to ignore your thigh pressed against his crotch. You seemed oblivious to your position and just how hard you were making it for him to hold on to his last strands of self-control. How did you not know how you affected him? He thought he was being pretty forward with his flirting but you never seemed to get the hint. Maybe he should talk to that Johnny guy? Later, you two needed to get out of here first.

“Let’s sneak attack him once he turns around. Get ready… Now!”