#Twisted Throats

[yuri-is-online]

Trey: haha yeah im just a kinda normal, average guy :)

Also Trey: *gets hard seeing you fold laundry*

Trey when he sees you doing anything that shows you are a functional person and not a total moron:

Trey is very used to taking care of everyone in his dorm, and he is deeply untrusting of your "desire" to take care of him. You must want something, come on tell him what it is.

Nothing? You want nothing? You just want to make things a little bit easier on him because you think he has it too hard?

There's an evil sort of bent to his desires, you are just being nice. Trey thinks he's heard Azul say someone will take advantage of someone with your generous disposition. He never thought that person would be him, but he wants you in a way concerning to his reputation. You offer him a safe space to relax and he wants to do anything but. He wants to take you on the guest room couch so every time you invite over and someone else sits down there you feel a little burn in the back of your throat remembering how he made you feel.

i need to get back to my smut fic for him

[olasketches]

love is embracing what was a curse

[veerbles]

“Were you trained as a dancer?” “An acrobat. My whole family are acrobats.” // “Some people see a magic trick and say, ‘Impossible!’ They clap their hands, turn over their money, and forget about it ten minutes later. [..] And then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.”

Or: a kinder universe.

[lotus-pear]

doing a social experiment where i am introducing my friend to bungou stray dogs solely through knkdz content/official art and portraying kunikida and dazai as the "main" implied relationship in bsd. no skk, she does not know chuuya, i have not mentioned chuuya, and she will not meet chuuya until episode nine. this is solely for the purpose of seeing whether or not new bsd fans' pyscholgies are skewed bc of skk or whether they start the show solely for them. after she meets chuuya i'll ask her which pairing she prefers more

[jittersbitters]

Ive hit 4K and taking a break to eat. Have another Vik x reader smut snippet while I wait for more coffee to brew (its only midnight). On that 2nd cup and my drink isn't the only thing getting steamy.

Part 3 is already being outlined and I'm thinking Heimerdinger's lab or Hoskels house 🤭

Part 1 Here

“In.” His thumb started to stroke between my shoulder blades as his breath fanned the side of my face, voice a low thrum in my ear. My breath hitched as I felt myself gravitate toward him, eyeing him from the corners of my vision. My heart starting to make its nervous ascent up my throat again. “What?” “It’s incautious.” His corrected with a self-satisfied smile, delighting in my surprise as his hand shifted up to thumb at the cord wrapping around my neck to hold up the front of my dress. He played with it, running the finger along the stack, his hand resting at the base of my neck. Holding me gently as he guided me away from the increasingly crowded table, deliberately closing any lingering distance between us as our sides came together. “How do you say…” We were so close he only needed to murmur, “The student becomes the master.” A rush of heat coursed through me, breath hitching in my throat. The cord around my neck felt suddenly too tight, and I weakly pulled with it in search of relief. His thumb slid under the cords in response, relieving some of the pressure from the back. Simultaneously, pulling them into my throat, the contrast made my insides twist and flutter. Did he know just what he was doing? “Viktor—"

I seemed to have devolved in the tags. Read at your own risk teehee

[ryllen]

"SO SHOW ME EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE , T̷̤̘̺͓̟̽͋̍̍̋̄͛̕͝R̸͍̖̥͋̂͌͆̀̈̿E̴̗̠̥̣̘̼̞̺͓̥̋̈̌̎̀̍̎̓͆͝͠Y̷͉̱͍͚̖̖̟̙̘͗̐̓̅͌̓̈́͗̄ ̶̧̟̹͑̓͂͛͒̄̂̏̃̋̓͊͠C̷͎̲̖͍̩̮̲̜̲̯̗͖̘̱̖̀̆̓̋̄̌̐͛̒̔̈́̆͂̓͠Ļ̷̟̞͎͉͙͚̺̱̜̠̩̹̓̑̀ͅƠ̴̟̿̓̈́V̴̨̹͉̬̣̮̈́̌̉̈́̏É̸̡̢̝̟̜̝̯̺͉̫̣͚̲̱̕R̷̛̼̘̘͗̈́̄̉̋̀̈̎̊̀͝͝͠"

[merakiui]

I like to think Rollo speaks with an French accent, but it's different from Rook's. Rook's is a deep accent added to with the flair and his deeper voice and Rollo as a softer one to atone with his softer voice. Rollo tries to hide his, but it defiantly comes out the more passionate he gets and it's so smooth and sweet sounding and HAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AHEM. WOW. I need him. Anon, this is so factual..... Rollo with his soft voice and soft accent,,, smooth like honey and just as sweet.......... the way he loses himself in sex and forgets all about English and just reverts back to French,, besides, it's easier to whisper filth in your ear in his native language when you may not understand it. Something something the delusion of he's still pure and so are you and you're not at all defiled if you can't understand the depravity coming out of his mouth.

[starry-bi-sky]

*grips Shen Qingqiu by the shoulders*

aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to crack under the pressure of the system and the robbed autonomy of being forced into a role you had no choice in but have to play anyways? don't you want to buckle under the realization that, to you, no matter what you do your life is going to end in a horrific death? Whether that be under Luo Binghe's hands or the System's?

Don't you want to realize that no matter all the good you have done and the lives you have changed and saved, you're still standing at the ledge of a cliff with a sword to your disciple's chest?

Shouldn't it be you at the edge instead? Balancing on the crumbling dirt's end of death on either side, and you can either walk into it or be forced?

don't you want to go apeshit?

[rayroseu]

lilia and bloodshed is really good

[greatpistachiopie]

princess would love to rage & punch you in the face

[jangmi-latte]

I AM TELLING YOUUUUU EVERY TIME I'M TIRED OR EXHAUSTED OR PISSED OR SAD OR ALL OF THE ABOVE HE JUST POPS OUT TO MAKE ME HAPPY I WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO PASS OUT WHEN I GOT HOME BUT I HAD TO FIGHT THROUGH IT AND NOW HE'S MY CAFFEINE AND SEROTONIN

AND TO THINK BOTH HIS SSRS CAME HOME TO JUST ANNOY ME 😭😭😭😭😭 I HATE YOU SM ROOK HUNT

yea i still forgot about floyd i'm sorry UILHEUSIFHEF it's just when i see rook i don't see anything else. i only realized i had him when he popped up during classes

[duke-thomas-stan-blog]

duke thomas. thats it (ID in alt text)

i really love this piece it's already one of my favourites :D consider a reblog!

[gojoest]

can you imagine the toll it’s taking on inumaki telling sukuna to not move 🥲

[inkdemonapologist]

I just............. spend a lot of time thinking about how dangerous it would be to be a joey in the cycle...................................

[just-a-forest-nymph]

The Doe & The Hunter: Primal Roleplay

(TW: drugging, cnc, guns and knives)

(Buckle up y’all, this is a long one. I hyperfixated)

I get dressed up in cute deer ears and a tail, and you put on your hunting gear. We drive out to the woods, to a good secluded hunting spot not too far away, and you set me free to roam for a bit. I start to get comfortable with my surroundings as you silently watch from the deer blind I have yet to spot.

As I crouch down to look at a cute mushroom, something sharp hits me in the arm, and I fall onto my butt. Looking at the spot, I see a little dart with a fuzzy orange end. Confused and panicked, I pull it out but it’s too late. My mind feels foggy and my limbs are growing increasingly heavy. I stand but I’m disoriented. I stumble away as you begin to climb out of your hiding place. I hold onto trees as I flee tripping over roots and plants. My heart is beating too fast and I can’t focus. My vision starts to blur as my foot catches on a fallen branch and I can’t stop my fall. I kiss the ground hard. I can’t stand back up, so I crawl. I hear you approach at a leisurely pace. I look up at you and the tears well in my eyes. “Mmmm you didn’t get very far little doe” is the last thing I hear before I pass out.

When I come to, I’m groggy and still out of it. Everything feels like it’s spinning and upside down. Oh wait. That’s because I am upside down. I am dangling by my spread legs from a tree like a real deer that’s about to be skinned. My wrists are tied together and I’m helpless. Hunted. Caught. Naked except for my tiny panties, deer tail and ears. Your orange vest comes into view. My breath hitches and you tilt your head at me with a smirk. “Got you all rigged up and ready to go. You ready baby?” You ask as you walk towards me, unzipping your pants. Your cock springs free at my eye level. As I open my mouth to speak, you grab the sides of my head and shove your cock into my mouth. The sounds of woods are drowned out by my gagging as you fuck my throat. My bound hands push against your stomach but it’s in vain. I’m still too weak from the tranquilizer. You pull out so I can catch my breath and you smear the tears and drool covering my face onto your cock. This time when you slide back in, I taste my tears as you allow me to suck at my own pace. One of your hands trail my body finally landing on my soaked cunt. Pulling my panties to the side, I moan around you as I feel your hot tongue melt on my clit. You bite, suck, and tongue fuck my needy hole as I suck and choke on your cock. You step back abruptly and stroke your cock for a few seconds before you coat my face and chest in your cum.

The drugs plus being light headed from being strung up feet first, causes me to feel fuzzy. You pull out your large hunting knife. I freeze. Slowly, you tap the flat side of the blade against my cheek before gently grazing it along my body. You step around me out of my sight. I hear a soft cutting motion before I’m lowered to the ground. I have no energy to get up so I lay on the ground with my legs spread and let my blood flow return to normal. I stare at the canopy of trees as my eyes grow heavy. “Don’t fall asleep on me Doe, we aren’t done yet.” You crouch down next to me and lightly slap my face. “Now I asked you a question, which one do you want?” I don’t remember a question so mumble out something incoherent to which you smile so I smile back. “God you’re being such a good girl for me.” I hum in satisfaction at those words.

You walk around me to kneel at my feet. After spreading my legs apart, I watch as you grab your hunting rifle (unloaded and safety on ofc). I jump and whimper as the cold metal slowly slides in and out of my needy hole. My hips buck and roll as the top of the barrel repeatedly hits my good spot. I groan and pull at the rope on my wrists and beg for you to take it off. Relief hits me as you grab your knife and quickly slice through my confines. Immediately my hands are clutching the dirt and leaves around me as I chase this dangerous high. “That’s it baby. Fuck yourself and cum on it little doe.” Without me realizing, you stopped moving the gun, instead watching me relentlessly fuck myself on it.

[transmechanicus]

The HRT has killed a lot of my normal everyday experience of sexuality but fortunately it has revealed a second, much much weirder sexuality underneath.