#and most of the time he's so convinced that he's fucking it all up

[slowfuckintheafternoon]

18+ only please and thank you

Roommate Gaz who has a lights off policy with you.

You never intended it to be that way. It started when the power went out one night in the middle of your TV marathon. Pitch black, sitting there in your respective spots on the couch, you both waited for a few seconds, just in case it was a quick flicker.

And then you got up for a candle, stumbled against his stupid knee, and ended up in his lap.

And then... other things happened.

The power didn’t come back on for an hour, but it was plenty of time to learn a lot of new things about your longtime roommate. The way his lips feel against yours, the texture of his chest hair, the way it felt to have his tongue in your mouth while you straddled him, cumming in quiet little gasps of relief.

By the time the lights all sprang to life again, your clothes were back on, his clothes were back on, and it was strangely like it had never happened. He wouldn't say anything, would barely look at you, so you did the obvious thing and hid in your room for the rest of the night.

And in the morning, it was business as usual. He said hi, you both ate your breakfast, and that was it. Off to work, back home for takeaway, mumbled good nights and separate beds.

It was a one time thing, and that’s okay. That’s simple. You can accept it.

Except, it’s not a one time thing. It starts happening, over and over. He starts it, the bastard. A few weeks after the first time, he waits for you to turn off all the living area lights for bed, and then traps you against the doorframe for soft little smooches that turn into something else in the dark, in his bed.

Always in the dark.

Sometimes it’s you who seeks him out, because he always leaves his door unlocked, and it’s no big deal to walk ten steps over to his room and crawl into bed with him when you’re horny.

Sometimes it’s several times a week, other times nearly a month goes by without hooking up. He seems to be good with it absolutely whenever, but you have your own system to let him know when you want it. If your little Lilo and Stitch night light is on, you want to be left alone. If it’s off, your body is fair game for someone sneaking into your covers for toothpaste tasting kisses and exploring hands.

Always in the dark, though, even after months of it. Never a speck of light allowed.

You try not to think about that, but the doubt tugs at you anyway. What if he hates your body? What if he thinks you're ugly?

But he doesn’t act like you’re ugly. He acts like he can’t get enough of you, happily kissing across your face, palming and feeling you in every which way until you’re convinced he’s memorized the shape of your body in his hands.

Sometimes he nuts so fast, he has to spend the next little bit avoiding his own cum leaking out while he coaxes your orgasm out of you with practiced sucks and licks.

Sometimes he fucks you for what seems like hours, shuddering and panting with the effort it takes not to finish. Holds you tight like that, nuzzles into your neck and makes the most delicious, low sounds of pleasure. Like he's never been happier, like he's exactly where he wants to be.

In the dark. Making out with you. Helping you cum. Your bed, his bed, they both start smelling like both of you, and he doesn't seem to be seeing anyone else. You're surely not.

It's just him. In the dark.

Until one night, he makes a mistake.

He finds you in your bed that night. Strips your panties off, kisses across your thighs just as you're giving him a sleepy hello. Tells you to relax, because you're more tired than he is, and he's in the mood to eat.

Kyle gets you all the way to the edge, teasing and withholding until your legs are quivering and you're wide awake, focused entirely on the need to cum. But he wants you to cum while you're fucking, so he crawls up your body and sinks into you. Anchors himself with a hand on the bed--

On your hair.

"OW!" you squeal, instinctively shoving at this arm to try to stop the pain.

"Shit, sor--"

He must overcompensate in his hurry to fix it, must be so upset about hurting you that he gets sloppy. He somehow knocks your lamp off the bedside table, and suddenly you're blinking in shock at the light flooding your room.

Kyle's right there above you, also stunned. Right there, naked. Inside you. Staring down at your wide eyes so close to his face, not moving because neither of you seem to know what to do when you can see each other.

"Alright?" he whispers.

"Yeah, I... I don't mind seeing you."

"No, I meant your hair."

"Oh!" you reach up and feel the sore spot, verifying that there's no missing clump or something. "Yeah, it's fine."

Kyle's eyes trace over your features, sliding down to your breasts and blinking slowly at them.

"It's okay if you want to turn the light off," you offer, self conscious.

"Can't be bothered at the moment," he returns, settling down on his elbows, nudging his hips a little deeper into you.

You curse, screwing your eyes shut because you don't know what to do, everything is so confusing and you're still so turned on.

And then lips find yours. Lips that took their time with your clit just a few moments ago, lips you've memorized against yours. Your eyes spring open again, just to see his already closed, fluffy lashes nearly touching his cheek as he kisses you with the lights on.

He's beautiful, and you don't mind. You let him fuck you like that, let him watch you cum, watch his own hands molding your body, fingers pushing inside you and bringing you another orgasm, naked and exposed to the light. Exposed to him.

You lay there for a while after he's finished, uncaring about the lamp still lying on the floor, probably cracked in half or something. It's still on. You both keep glancing at each other, eyes coasting over familiar lines of faces and arms.

It's a one time thing, surely. An unfortunate accident that forced you into normal sex. He'll be off to his bed soon, and you'll be trying to stop thinking about this, trying to stop your brain from circling--

"You wanna be my girlfriend?"

[hoondrop]

ENHA AND BREEDING KINK

warnings: breeding kink, possessive sunghoon, knocking up, mention of choking, mention of cum play

most of the members have a breeding kink, you can't convince me otherwise however, they lie on different parts of the spectrum and have different reactions to you wanting them to breed you.

heeseung does not want to be too possessive but at times he's unable to contain the feeling, and what better way to channel it than to cum in you.

heeseung is absolutely obsessed with how his cock feels in your pussy and the image of yours and his cum leaking out of your hole. the first time you brought up the idea of unprotected sex and him cumming in you, he envisioned the sight of your eyes rolling back, your nails digging into his skin and the sight of his and your cum dripping out of your hole

and the more he thought about it (he has fantasized about it many times who's he kidding) the more he wanted to try it out. just the thought of him finishing in you had his cock twitching and he couldn't wait to do it.

the first time he fucks you raw, heeseung definitely cums quicker than he does usually. he never thought of himself having a breeding kink but when he sees his release dripping out of your hole, suddenly the vision of you carrying his babies doesn't seem far.

jay may have a few kinks he's shared with you and some that he's holding off until the right time and he is sure that someday in the future he wants to have kids with you, and even though he's big on protection and everything, he is also a hopeless romantic.

so maybe special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries are the exception when he holds you close, whispering confessions and promises of love and a future together with you while he has you in a mating press.

he's fond of the idea but he's not vocal about it as much, maybe a few comments about how pretty you'll look in the future when you carry his kids someday. but right now, he's content with leaving his marks on your body and his load in your hole.

jake. he's what you can call a freak who is obsessed with you and loves to leave you in a mess of his and your spit and cum.

the day you gave him the greenlight to fuck you raw and cum in you, poor baby almost came in his pants on the spot. it felt like christmas came early for him and without wasting any second, he was already tearing his and yours clothes off.

breeding you is the only thing on his mind, and as someone who's also into cum play, he'll finger you, spreading his release all over and around your cunt and then maybe either finger you until you're squirting or maybe he'll lap it all up with his tongue.

all in all, he's a messy freak who loves cumming in you and will go multiple rounds just so he can see your spent cunt dripping with his seed.

sunghoon. honestly, he's one of the most possessive if not the most possessive yet silent about it. it's not about knocking you up but more about claiming ownership of you by making sure your pussy is full of his cum.

and when the day comes when you manage to choke out for him to cum in you, his eyes get darker and he lets out that low chuckle that has your toes curling and your panties dropping..

he'll definitely comment something along the lines of you wanting to be claimed by him so bad that you're toying with the possibility of carrying his babies.. how you're so desperate for him to own you, for everyone to know you're his. he does not want kids for a while but theoretically, he can't wait to knock you up.

sunoo. when it comes to sunoo, having unprotected sex is a sign of trust and complete and utter devotion. he's a very responsible and careful person like jay, and knows how to control himself.

but there are moments where he just wants to be close to you, nothing coming in between the feel of his length. dragging in and out of you at a delicious pace, seeing the ring of your wetness form at the base of his cock.

does he think and whisper about the time when you both have to worry about protection sometime in the future after marriage? yes, he's quite vocal about it especially when he is balls deep in you, pressed in a missionary position, murmuring how he can't wait to take you like this every day.

jungwon. jungwon may seem like he has control over himself, but does he really? not when you're straddling him, sliding your folds along his length, feeling every vein and ridge of his pretty cock.

all resolve and caution is thrown out the window when he looks up at you, his usual boba eyes now glinting with that familiar look. and the second you start moving up and down his length, he doesn't care what the consequences can be.

all he wants, all he needs and all he thinks and pictures is holding you down by your hips as he shoots his cum up into your pussy.

[multifandumbmeg]

While I'm still shouting into the void about umbrella academy, we do NOT nor have we EVER talked enough about Five's relationship with Reginald. Baby the NUANCE!! And we could have had even more, but I'll focus on what we did get.

No one ever talks about Five being Reginald's clear favorite. No one talks about how Five, completely contingent on his experience getting trapped in the apocalypse, respects and understands Reginald better than any of the others.

Reginald is an evil, selfish mother fucker, but he's pretty consistent on one aspect: he values intelligence and restraint above all else. For one example, we see the kids running drills/racing up the stairs in a flashback and Five starts teleporting. Diego immediately calls this cheating, to which Reginald responds that Five did the right thing and "adapted" to win- he used his smarts to beat the game, and winning is far more important than meaningless honor to him. When Five argues with Reginald about time travel, Reginald calmly rebukes him on the basis of sense, and when Five runs out on his own, Reginald does nothing.

But not because he doesn't care, like he clearly feels about the other children. No, because he puts a damn giant portrait of Five up on the mantlepiece and keeps track of every day he's gone after that. Clearly he hopes Five will return. There's no reference to Ben or concern for him apart from a statue outside that seems to be there more to punish his siblings than anything else. The reason he doesn't go after Five is simply because he knows he can't convince him, so the boy will either be smart enough to survive somehow or he will die. He recognizes Five's intellect once again in season 2, when the team gathers for the disastrous dinner in 1963 Dallas. He gets annoyed with the rest, belittles them, and dismisses them altogether, bothering only to address Five after that.

So what about Five? The only time we see him directly interact with Reginald as a kid is their argument, but as an adult, when he returns? He makes a number of comments about how Reginald was right, and in 1963 his hail mary is going to him for help- because clearly based on his actions, Reginald is the only person on Earth Five thinks might be smarter, or wiser, or simply more informed on certain issues than himself. He is quite literally the only person Five truly respects. But yet he doesn't even like him. He knows what an asshole Reginald is and often refers to him as such, he sees and acknowledges how much that man's actions fucked up his siblings. In fact at one point he even states that (despite his apocalypse trauma) if he had stayed in that house until adulthood, he would have been every bit as messed up and broken as all of his siblings. So why does he still defer to him? Why does he behave even when Reginald goes out of his way to demean his siblings in front of him, doing his best to maintain the man's respect?

The only reason can be his time travel. He escaped the abuse early, and his worst trauma was a result of not listening to Reginald. So despite everything, hello Mr. Nuance, Five still desires Reginald's approval and looks up to him... Like a child, even. Despite his age... Just like his siblings.

Reginald and Five also understand each other and have the most similar ethos. They both believe in doing whatever it takes to achieve one's goals, morals be damned. I believe this is something else they see in each other that allows them to get along better than the rest.

But Five also loves his siblings. That's not something Reginald can claim. In fact, he'd see it as a sentimental failing. Five seems to almost resent himself at times for it too, but unlike Reginald, Five is sentimental. About his siblings at least. Because from the moment they get separated he realizes with startling clarity that they are the only thing that matters to him, his one goal that he is going to chase no matter who he has to kill or fuck over. I truly believe that Five didn't just come back because he'd been trying and wanted to escape the apocalypse and then the commission. He did it because he couldn't stand the idea that his siblings lived horrible lives, grew up to be miserable, and then died young and unhappy and scattered. He came back to stop the apocalypse and went against everything up to and including the universe to give his family a chance to be happy.

So there you have it. Five and Reginald's "I could write an academic thesis on the intricacies" relationship.

[zunibugsiren]

562 Days

One Shot 18+

Summary: Manipulative and psychopathic Smoke convinces his girlfriend Annie to lose her virginity to him. Reluctance/dubious consent and surprise creampie! Reader be advised.

It took him 562 of careful planning to get him here and he was not going to lose this opportunity.

562 days Before

Dr. Elijah Moore knew he was a catch. His time spent as a colonel in the Marines helped launch his career and years later he was declared one of the best neurosurgeons in the world. Well over six feet, with a gentle low voice, pearly whites often highlighted by golden grills, and plenty of hours volunteering at his local organizations made me a well known and well desired bachelor in his hometown of Clarksdale, Mississippi. He worked hard and played hard.

Or at least tried to.

Dr. Moore is a disciplined man and his years in the service taught him to place people in categories to analyze them better. Women were no different. 

He was very selective with his women. He had only slept with six women in his life, all being able to handle his particular “tastes”, but they all unfortunately all fell short of his qualifications for “more”.

Jasmine was beautiful, but not intelligent enough nor was she kind. He couldn’t pass his genes on with her. Jasmine unfortunately slipped down five flights of stairs before bleeding out.

Sadie had a bad habit of stealing from him, he wouldn’t have minded really, maybe found it adorable if she wasn’t stealing it to get hard drugs for herself and minors she was overcharging. She was dropped immediately. Sadie’s body was found washed up the Mississippi river on a Saturday morning, high doses of cocaine and fentanyl were found in her system according to police reports.

Layana was rude. To everyone. That was a no-no. Layana was found in an alleyway, two days after her outing with her friends. She was strangled to death.

Candice’s only aspiration was being a housewife. Not that he would have minded that plan. 

If only she’d stop fucking everyone she saw.  Candice was found in her apartment, pill bottles strewn across her bed with an apparent suicide note.

Nya was calculating like him. He appreciated that. Unfortunately she went about it the wrong way when she tried digging for information to blackmail him so that he couldn’t leave her just in case. Going as far as planning the kidnapping of his niece. Big no-no. They hadn’t even gone on a third date.  She had to go.  

Nya was reported missing four years ago. No trace of her was found and nor would there ever be. 

Anaya looked at children a bit too much when they went out. And not in a motherly way either. One night at her place, two hard drives later, she was disposed of quickly. No trace of her either.

Annie was his seventh. Or he tried to make Annie his seventh.

He remembers the day down to the last detail. He was called in at 5:32 a.m for an emergency surgery. He put on his cobalt blue scrubs and rushed down to the hospital, but not before getting his coffee. All black no sugar from the hospital cafeteria. Just as he gathered his coffee turned to leave at the corner of his eye he watched her come in.

Beautiful ebony skinned woman, curvy and thick, just like he liked them. Annie wore a blue plaid dress, a leather belt cinching in her waist, tight on a dress that barely contained her hefty bosom. She was helping a neighbor stand up after her three day stay at the hospital due to a stroke. The elderly lady placed most of her weight on Annie as they chatted on the food she was going to eat now that she was leaving the hospital.

His pager went off again. 

He silenced it and walked to the snack vending machine behind where the ladies were sitting. 

He gazed at the selection as he continued to eavesdrop.

“Now Ms. Celia, the doctor said to keep your meals light. Nothing salty, fatty, or spicy for a couple of days, you hear.”

Her voice was low and throaty. Sensual.

“Oh I heard you child. I’ll wait two days then I’m getting some apple pies from Tina down the street. You know—”

He quickly selected a bag of potato chips and left the cafeteria without a glance back.

He went into the elevator to his floor. He reviewed the case before going to the OR, threw the bag of chips in the trash before scrubbing up.

Since that encounter, he was able to find Annie and everything about her.

Home, school, friends, boyfriends–well ex-boyfriends.

Dr. Moore always got what he wanted. 

Annie at the time had a boyfriend.

Kenneth was an okay man, really.  The only issue Elijah had with him was that he was with Annie.

Two broken kneecaps, a couple of threats later the man skipped town leaving a heartbroken and confused Annie behind.

But he could fix that.

A random meeting at her favorite apothecary on the following Saturday night led them to where they are now.

Present Day

He knew what would most likely encourage her to lose her virginity. 

Elijah had taken an early weekend off. Friday morning and afternoon he prepared his home for Annie. Her favorite foods were prepared and brought to his home, her favorite candles lit, the scents heavy in the air,  and lubricants and condoms were placed in the drawer to the left of his bed. 

While she slept in his arms a couple of days ago, he slipped propofol in her system. He didn’t do anything untoward, just gathered some vials of blood and urine samples through a catheter and sent it to be tested.

She of course came out with squeaky clean results. He knew his girl was clean, but the condoms would be in her line of view for her comfort.

Brand new toys were placed in the third draw. Clit suckers, vibrators, to dildos should she, for some odd reason, feel like a toy would help her. His pager battery was removed and he unplugged his home phone connection. He prepared for everything and left nothing for chance.

Elijah sat down on the couch as he waited for Annie to pull up. She didn’t like him doing things for her. Picking her up from work (he told her she didn’t have to work), paying her bills, even opening up the door, but he was training her. Slowly but surely she was getting there.

The doorbell rang and Elijah stood up quickly.

“Hey baby,” she muttered as she sighed into his arms. She slammed the door with her foot and melted into him

He kissed the side of her head.

“Aw baby, what happened,” he asked as he all but carried her to the couch.

He sat her down so that straddled him, her head underneath his chin as he soothed her back.

“Pearline forgot to put the order in for some St. John and it threw the whole schedule off. Today was so hectic, you wouldn’t believe was else happened–”

Oh, he would believe it since he all but planned her hectic day. He needed her to be tired. Plaint.

He knew Pearline, Sammie’s girl, his cousin’s girl, would not order the St. Johns in time. He knew that the lights went out due to an electrical shortage, causing them to use a backup generator. He knew that they were quoted $2,467 from the electrician and it caused them to close early.

“-the man quoted me $2, 467 for the problem. I just decided to close early. Today was rough.”

Annie hiccupped as she finished explaining her story.

His heart melted. His sweet, caring Annie was so overwhelmed, but he would help her relax.

“Don’t worry baby. Take deep breaths for me—”

Annie did as she was told until her cries stopped.

“I got all your favorite food here and I put on those candles you like. Just relax. This weekend is all about you.”

Annie looked up, her big brown doe eyes glistened in the lights provided by the candle.

“-I can’t stop thinking about that bill. I can’t–”

Elijah lifted his head to kiss her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth.

“Don’t worry about that baby, you know I got you.”

Annie opened her mouth to protest, but before she could he gently placed a finger on her lips containing her complaint.

“C’mon mama let’s go eat ok? Hmm?”

Annie sighed then nodded. She stood up and waited as grabbed her hand and guided her to the dining room.

“Eat up baby, you look like you need the energy.”

The couple dined before Elijah suggested they watch a movie in his room.

Annie tensed up slightly, but the day had worn her down and she decided to follow him into his bedroom.

Elijah walked around the room lighting her favorite candle scents before hunkering down on the bed with Annie.

“What you want to watch baby?”

Annie snuggled up next to him, relaxed and content.

“Anything you want, you know I’m not picky.”

Had it been any other night, Elijah would have protested, but for once he was grateful for her easy going nature.

“Ok.”

He placed the movie Secretary on.

Elijah had suspected Annie had a submissive nature about her. She was headstrong only because she had to be, but with him, she didn’t have to be. He wanted her to know that. It was only when he hacked into her computer that it confirmed his suspicions. He still remembers that night and how he masturbated himself to sleep at the idea of Annie watching the dirty movies in her search history.

Now he attempted to coax her sexually submissive nature out.

As the movie progressed, he could see the tiredness leave her body as she became more and more intrigued with the actions on the screen.

Annie squirmed and gave, what she thought to be, discrete glances at his face as the movie progressed.

Without taking his eyes off screen, he questioned her.

You move slowly when approaching unknown territory

“You’re breathing heavily and squirming a whole lot. I hope the bed is ok. Tell me if you want another pillow or more of the blanket.”

Annie glanced back at the screen quickly as she tried to come up with an answer.

“I would like another pillow, please,” she replied quietly.

His Annie was so sweet, so polite.

He reached for a pillow behind him and reached over to place it under her.

As he adjusted her pillows, the characters in the film started engaging in BDSM acts.

Lee, the protagonist, was being spanked by Mr. Grey.

The spanks and the moans were loud.

As he adjusted her pillow, he looked down into her eyes and intoned quietly with a mischievous air.

“If you want me to do that, all you have to do is ask.”

Annie’s eyes widened before she groaned, “Elijah!”

She attempted to turn her head away, to ignore the embarrassing conversation, but was caught by his lips.

The couple’s kisses intensified as the spanks and moans on the screen intensified.

Elijah pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them both, as they panted into each other’s mouth. Before she could second guess herself, Elijah went back in and proceeded to remove her clothing. Annie attempted to pull away, but Elijah placed his hand on the back of her head, passionately kissing her as he finished with the last of her buttons on her dress.

He pulled back, took a look at her swollen lips and commented, “You look so sexy.”

Before she could even respond, he picked up the hem of her dress and pulled it completely off of her.

Annie was soon left in her lacy navy bra and lacy cobalt blue panties.

Annie found her voice stating, “I don’t know Elijah. I’m scared of the pain.”

Elijah caressed her bosom before pulling down her bra to suck on her big titties.

Annie, distracted, moaned, as he sucked and caressed them gently. Pulling his mouth off her nipple, he reassured her.

“I just want to give you pleasure. I know you’re scared baby and I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t you want to try? Hmm baby?”

By the time he finished talking, he had removed her bra and panties leaving her as naked as the day she was born.

He kissed his way down her body before landing on her thighs.

“Close your eyes baby.”

Annie closed her eyes.

Elijah quickly turned off his and her phone and lowered the volume on the TV. He needed no distractions tonight.

For the first time in his life his hands trembled as he looked at the hidden paradise between her legs.

She was slightly wet, a symptom of her nervousness no doubt, her lips were fat and out peaked out a pink slip of skin. She smelled divine, musky with a lingering scent of marshmallow.

Saliva pooled at his mouth as he gripped onto her thighs tightly.

He needed to get a taste.

“Ow, Elijah my thighs.”

He relaxed his grip on her. He felt his walls and years of training cracking under the desire to pop her cherry viciously.

He lapped at her pussy like a dog, nuzzling his nose into her clit as he licked and licked and licked until she had her first orgasm with him.

As she recovered, he removed all his clothing.

Panting she attempted to sit up and look at him in all his glory, but he quickly put an end to that.

It wouldn’t help her to see the leaking purplish log that wanted to find its way into her tight pussy. She would really understand why they call it popping a cherry.

No, he wouldn’t expose her to the imagery and cause her to second guess.

“No baby, you relax tonight is all about you.”

Elijah attempted to gently place one finger inside her, but soon found out it was too much for Annie.

“Ow! It burns!”

Annie scrunched up her face and  lifted her pelvis up and scooted up higher on the bed trying to get away from his finger.

“Shh!Shh! Baby look at me. Look at me.”

Annie opened her eyes, tears pricked at the corner of them.

“Think of it as a big stretch. Just a big stretch ok. Take a deep breath—a biiiig stretch! There you go baby, good girl. Such a good girl.”

Elijah discretely pulled out the lubricant, adding it on her pussy as Annie kept eye contact with him. He successfully entered a finger all the way to the base of his knuckle.

He kissed her as he successfully entered her with a second finger. He attempted a third, but Annie quickly grasped his hand and grunted in pain.

He had hoped she would take a third finger because he was wider than two, but beggars can’t be choosers. Undeterred he continued. He was successful with his main goal- stretching her out.

He gave her a second orgasm this way - with sloppy wet kisses, sweet words, and two fingers in her pussy stretching her out.

Finally, she was as ready as she was going to be tonight. And it had to happen tonight.

He confessed to her.

“I love you.” And it was true. He loved her in his own psychopathic way.

 He slapped his thick dick on her pussy three times gathering her cum.

Annie flinched from impact and instinctively looked down.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to protest before it was swallowed up by Elijah’s kiss.

He notched the head in her opening and pushed slowly but surely. Annie’s cries of pain were swallowed by his kisses. He lifted his head to breathe and couldn’t help but look down as his dick splayed her open.

He only had the head in.

Annie, free to breathe, cried out, “It burns. Elijah oh my god!”

He opened her legs wider, placing his chest onto hers allowing his body weight to hold her down, unwittingly feeding more of his dick into her pussy.

Annie squealed.

“I know it burns baby. I’m so sorry, but look, you're almost there.”

That wasn’t necessarily true- she took in less than half of his dick and her pussy looked obscenely stretched out.

“You can take it. I know you can baby. Try for me please?”

As he spoke and tears ran down Annie’s eyes, he fed more of his dick into her pussy.

By now she had a quarter of him left.

Annie opened her mouth to respond, but he quickly swooped in to kiss her and placed a finger on her clitoris. He continued to thrust until all his dick was inside her and her cries of pain changed to moans of pleasure.

He took Annie as gently as he could, before his frustration took the best of him and he started rutting in her.

The bed started squeaking aggressively as the headboard banged on the wall. He let go of Annie’s mouth and groaned loudly as he lost control.

Words started spewing out his mouth.

“Yes, give me that tight pussy. That’s my fucking pussy. Oh shit I’m so deep, baby can you feel that? I’m in your guts ugh.”

He started digging upwards into Annie unable to control himself. For Annie, it started feeling weird like she was holding in pee, it caused her some discomfort.

She attempted to let him know, but her pleas of discomfort and weirdness were lost on the man.

He quickly placed her legs on his shoulders, placing her in a mating press. The last couple of centimeters of his dick was forced into her tight pussy. The new position caused Annie’s moans to increase in pitch and intensity.

Elijah jumped up and down on her as he mindlessly rambled.

“Ugh I’m going to cum in that pussy. I’m gonna plant this so deep, so deep. Gonna cum so deep. Ugh I’m cumming, I’m cumming in your tight pussy.”

At his words Annie’s haze of desire fizzled out and she looked down only to see Elijah’s unprotected dick sawing in and out of her furiously. She looked back at the man, eyes wide open, and started hitting and pushing on his biceps in fear.

“Elijah pull out! Pull out now!”

As if he couldn’t hear her, Elijah continued furiously sawing into Annie, gripping her thighs tighter as she attempted to hop off the ride.

Annie grasped his face in a move of desperation and yelled, “You’re not wearing a condom! I can get pregnant!”

Gathering his focus, he looked into her eyes and heaved one, two, three times into her pussy staying inside her to the root.

Annie felt continuous pulses and wet heat fill her. One pulse, a pool of heat. Another pulse, another shot of heat. After three pulses Elijah groaned into her face before collapsing on her chest.

Annie only stared at the ceiling as more and more of his cum filled her pussy.

Annie's body shook sporadically, as Elijah rutted into her as he continued cumming inside her pussy.

[annie-ave]

t.w. sexual coercion/sexual content

for the TRA's stalking my blog rn)

i actually have slept with a transwoman before y'know.

it was summer after i got out of highschool, i was on dating apps screwing around trying to forget the female best friend i was in love with, hooking up with random men who were six years older than me in random parking lots. damaging myself emotionally basically, because that's what everyone else was doing.

it was consensual sex, although she did insist on not using a condom bc she "couldn't get me pregnant".

I found out later that the relatively short time she'd been on cross sex hormones meant she could, in fact, get me pregnant. I paid for the emergency contraception myself without even asking (even though i was broke af and had just been kicked out by my parents for fucking women) because I didn't want to risk hurting her feelings on her sex and causing dysphoria.

I was 18 and a massive TRA who cared about everyone's comfort but my own.

For years afterwards, i let her talk down to me about how i'm more clocky than she is as a teenager transitioner, what with my hairy arms, PCOS stubble, and stocky shoulders.

It bruised me a bit then, but I prided myself on being a good ally. I shut my mouth because I'd learned from all my liberal feminist instagram activism pages that trans women were the most vulnerable of ALL women, and that they needed to be protected.

Socialized female in a Catholic home with a stay-at-home mother who left a six-figure salary to stay at home and raise my dads children so he could further his career, i'd been brought up to believe that self-sacrifice in women is a heavenly-endowed virtue.

As an annoying lefty from a really early age (still am despite the amount of ppl who want to insist im not a socialist bc i dont believe female people have a dick and balls), I always really LOVED the self-sacrificial aspect of modern activism.

The idea that I could be alleviating some woman's pain by taking on some of it as mine, even if it meant biting my tongue, was legitimately appealing especially because i'd been brought up to believe this was a woman's role.

This transwoman regularly posted online about her extensive drug use and wanting to kill herself so she could be reborn as a woman (even AFTER bottom surgery). I sent her long voicemails consoling her, trying to convince her she looked perfectly feminine on the outside. More feminine than ME certainly!!

And I wasn't lying. She does, she's stunning. When I was a TRA I'd pull up her photos at the dinner table to show my parents how feminine she was.

"Can you really say she's a MAN!" I'd shout, perfectly unaware of the misogyny inherent in assuming "looking feminine" defines womanhood.

I'd find that out for when we attended a sex party together (I went wild and hedonistic after leaving my Catholic household for undergrad, and many of these stories are regrettable but instructive).

I attended with my lover at the time, a sweet butch who was nonbinary herself. there was already a little tension in her attendance. The transwoman i'd slept with confessed, as if this was some horrid secret, that she'd matched with my lover on tinder and was almost convinced she didnt want to slep with her her becasue she was a transwoman.

I knew for a fact my lover had was a lesbian who had trauma with dicks. I also thought it would have been perfectly alright if she just didn't want dick. I had an embryonic idea that it was pretty misogynistic gay men weren't expected to want vagina to the same extent.

But i didn't want to think about that. I KNEW genital preferences were a "TERF dogwhistle".

So when she started pouting at the party after being rejected by my lover. for the second time (talkig sadly to me about how my lover didnt even want to KISS her, and that kissing had nothing to do with her dick and how it was so sooooooo horribly unfair that she didn't have a vagina of her very own) I did feel bad for her. I did see she was in pain. I didn't want her to be in pain. I didn't want my lover to be pilloried for transphobia.

when she asked me if i'd kiss her instead, it didn't seem like a hard decision to let her, even though I had zero sexual interest in her after our first encounter.

i didn't say no- I let her grope me a bit without asking, and consented to touching her chest in return. I did refuse to go further.

it didn't matter. she accused my lover of being a TERF the next day. my lover who also identified as trans.

I still visited her in L.A. after her bottom surgery. This was when I was halfway through discovering radical feminism, and still feeling like a bigot for thinking that the research on children transitioning was actually pretty low quality. I internalized what all my friends told me about TERFS, but I'd also accepted I agreed with radfems. I confided in my partner about how evil I was, convinced i'd be single afterwards. My partner told me I would be ok, as long as I didn't start speaking up about it. how really everyone kind of had these feelings and its most important we let people make their own choices. So i decided to bite my tongue some more. and then she asked me to come see her in L.A.

When I saw her she was still in a lot of pain, especially when dilating (but very happy with her results on the whole). She wasn't well enough to go get food with me so I held her hand and got her water while she lay in her hotel room bed.

I've also seen her since I peaked fully, and despite what some of you might think, no dear reader I did not decide to be awful to her about her transition for no reason, use the "wrong" pronouns, say she looked manly (she doesn't), or tell her I was a radfem.

I didn't see a reason too.

Some part of me didn't want to hurt her, but it was also a pragmatic decision given the kind of online reach she has.

We happened to both be in the same city on vacation so we met for dinner. She regaled me with stories of the sex parties she's been participating in since I left for grad school, complaining that at a recent one only 4/10 of the girls there wanted to sleep with her even though she HAS a vagina now!

she didn't seem to think about the possibility that "a vagina" is not the sole determinant of whether a lesbian would want to sleep with you or not. i see her posting on instagram sometimes about how that hoagie murdereress is a victim of state violence.

i do still reach out to her when i see her struggling. i'm not heartless, but i fully confess to feeling differently when I see her featured as a transitioning success story in the news.

We come from a conservative state originally, and she really likes the camera.

i realize that at this point she can't go back even if she wanted too, and like many (if not most!) radfems i dont support banning HRT for adults partially because I worry about the health impacts of people who have gotten so many surgeries that their bodies physically are unable to create their natal hormones.

I don't want anyone to be hurt no matter how much you think I do. But I no longer believe that means I have to stay quiet and prostrate myself to the idea that humans can change sex.

and I want every female person reading this to know, you do NOT have to sleep with anyone you don't enthusiastically want to sleep with. Self sacrifice in women is NOT a unilateral virtue.

[mycroftrh]

“Tim is addicted to coffee” this “no actually Tim is crazy about Zesti” that “the Bats try to get him to stop drinking so much coffee” the other

Nah. Unified theory:

Tim used to be addicted to coffee. As he spent more time at the Manor, Bruce and Alfred and Dick started being weird about it, and if someone tried to swap out his coffee for fucking decaf again or give him a judgmental look one more fucking time or make one more fucking ultimatum “deal” he was going to go full Gun Batman on their asses. What drugs he does and does not use (or abuse) in order to maintain at least a semblance of functionality in both the diurnal and nocturnal worlds while also being a teenager who should theoretically ��require” large amounts of sleep is none of their McHecking business. Tim’s body Tim’s choice.

…or at least that’s the impression the others get for a while… and then Tim stops drinking coffee. At all. Guzzles Zesti like it’s going out of style, but no coffee, no tea, no heart-attack-inducing caffeinated lemonade, no weird energy drinks. They question him and he just shrugs and is like. Not sure why you’re not happy? You won. I don’t agree that you have the right to control my decisions and survival mechanisms like that but it’s clear you’re gonna make everything miserable as long as I’m fighting you on it, so I gave up. You won. Congrats. And then he pops open a fresh can of Zesti.

Bruce snags a half-drunk can of “Zesti” to test it, on the assumption that Tim must be somehow swapping out the drink for something caffeinated in a way that leaves the can seemingly still sealed, possibly by buying out a manufacturing plant… and finds nothing. As far as even the most vigorous tests can tell, it’s totally normal, caffeine-free Zesti Cola.

Eventually they settle down, pleased. See, Tim? You didn’t need the caffeine to function after all. You sleep so much better and are so much less anxious now, aren’t you happy that we convinced you to cut back?

And Tim smiles at them in a way that someday, looking back, they will know had death hidden behind it, but this is early enough that they can’t tell yet, it just looks like placid agreement; and says, yes, he does seem quite happy and healthy with the amount of caffeine he is currently consuming, doesn’t he. Surprising. I guess someone was proven right after all. Not naming names.

A couple times when he’s held hostage he gets horrible debilitating headaches and nausea, gets very sick - fatigue, confusion, hand tremor, joint pain - because he doesn’t have his meds. He normally carries a few days worth of meds in a few different capsules distributed around his gear (one in a belt pouch, one in his boot, etc), but sometimes he gets held hostage too long or fully stripped of his gear and it fucks him up.

The others are sympathetic; medication withdrawal can be a bitch, and unfortunately Tim does have a few different conditions that require continuous medication and there’s really no way around that. They offer to carry some capsules of his meds themselves but he turns the offer down.

Only Leslie is privy to his full med list, which includes “caffeine pill, 200mg, twice daily”.

[blitzwhore]

I honestly think it's the way their relationship unfolded that allowed Blitz to fall in love with Stolas without even realising it.

Blitz worries about hurting the people he cares about. It's his biggest fear. But for a long time, he didn't have to worry about that with Stolas at all, because he fully believed Stolas, being an immortal prince of hell, could take all that Blitz gave and more. And I think he really liked that feeling. The freedom to be snappy, sarcastic, obnoxious, rude and weird, and still have the other person fire back with equally obnoxious and (in his eyes) rude comments and sass. In fact, it's similar to the dynamic he has with Millie, one of the people he appreciates and loves most. She's completely unbothered by his antics (unlike Moxxie haha), and I think Blitz eats that shit up.

But Stolas isn't just (outwardly) unbothered, he fires back. Throughout the first year or so of their relationship, Stolas constantly tests his patience and pushes his boundaries. Blitz is used to being the one who does that to others, and I think some part of him grew a little bit too attached to being on the receiving end of that same energy. "If you try to fuck in my lil ass in that park, I swear to..." "You are so cute when you are serious". "My darling Blitzyyyyyy!" "Just say my name right! Fucking dick..."

Yeah, Stolas is an asshole. But Blitz is one too, and his assholery is how he shows he cares, so. It's a dynamic he knows; a dynamic he understands, a language he speaks fluently. And with Stolas, he just doesn't think too much of it, because he's comfortable with the arrangement and that's all they'll ever have, anyway. Everything with Stolas is just business, and if the worst thing he has to deal with is an annoying horny owl, then in his eyes that is a great business.

I think things start to shift in Truth Seekers. I think being fiercely protected and taken care of unlocks something in him, who is usually the protector. But I don't think he processes this shift in his perception of Stolas at the time.

... Not until Ozzie's. When Stolas covers his face when called out for being seen with Blitz in public, and Blitz has a moment of horrifying clarity about just how deep his feelings run. Stolas' (perceived) rejection hits him like a fucking truck, and oh, fuck, he doesn't want to lose Stolas. Oh, fuck, fuck.

It's a downward spiral from there. Usually he'd burn everything to the ground by this point in a relationship, but he needs to keep in contact with Stolas for the book. So Blitz does the next best thing and tries really hard to erase all traces of those feelings, doubling down on the "Stolas is just a piece of shit" talk to try to convince himself that Stolas could never care about him, which is fine because he also doesn't care in the least. He's so angry at himself for ever caring in the first place. And after Western Energy (in Oops), he re-doubles down when it hits him that Stolas was always capable of being hurt. Now he really needs to convince himself that Stolas is rich and immortal and untouchable, because admitting to the contrary would mean acknowledging that he always had the ability to hurt Stolas, and it's so unfair because this was meant to be easy and now it's not and he doesn't know what to fucking do.

And then, by Full Moon, he's so hell-bent on not letting down his walls around Stolas and on keeping things "simple" that he goes and does exactly what he feared most: hurt Stolas.

And even though he's hurt so many people before, by this point Stolas is different to those other people. Enough so for Blitz to push back, try to mimick their previous dynamic because he craves it like crazy.

I think the way their story unfolded was simply the perfect soil for Blitz's love for Stolas to grow. The initial detachment and push-and-pull, and how Stolas could rise to the challenge; the feeling protected and taken care of, immediately followed by the perceived reality check that Stolas is embarrassed to be seen with him; and the inability to make himself stop caring even as he tried, and tried, and tried. All of it culminating with Stolas opening his heart for him and Blitz getting angry because it's not fair that Stolas gets to just confess to me when I've been bending over backwards not to love him.

But now, after both Apology Tour and Mastermind, the final piece has clicked into place, which is that Blitz now sees Stolas as someone who needs care and support. And that's how Blitz truly shows his love, and that's the one thing he thought Stolas of all people would never need or want from him. But knowing that Stolas needs someone to care for him, he is ready and itching at the fingertips to get to be that person.

... Anyway, this turned into an essay...

... I would like to add that Blitz also loves the fact that Stolas is a good (if messy) dad of an older kid. It's something they both share and he can empathise with, and I imagine he finds it attractive and lovable that Stolas cares so much about his own kid. Blitz himself is an extremely paternal and caring father. It's a huge part of who he is, and he'd be ultimately incompatible with someone who didn't share that same energy.

He also loves Stolas' humour.

And his hands.

And how responsive he is to physical attention, and how in tune they are physically (not just sexually, but in general; holding and carrying each other, dancing, and communicating emotion through touch).

Aaaand now I'm done for real 😂

Hey stolitz fans I have a question for y’all.

So we all know that part of why Blitzø loves Stolas is because Stolas laughs at his jokes and supports him. Which is great. You should have a partner that fills certain emotional needs for you. At the same time, I want to know what parts of Stolas Blitzø likes beyond the traits that directly benefits Blitzø. Like, does he like anything about Stolas beyond the validation Stolas offers him? Obviously, I think the answer is yes, but Blitzø is so closed off about his feelings towards Stolas, that we don’t get to see it.

So my question is: what about Stolas do you think Blitzø liked beyond “Stolas laughs at his jokes” or “Stolas sacrificed himself for Blitzø.”

[thefritzfandomhour]

christopher hartley 18+ headcanons || until dawn

"im going to make an intro post!!!" i said. my brain decided otherwise. this collection of headcanons for the chris enjoyers out there... im absolutely obsessed with how small but tight knit the supermassive community is. im really excited to interact with you all more :,D

this writing is intended for ADULT CONSUMPTION and contains NSFW material.

the author is male but writes the reader as ambiguous as possible.

★ initially, he’ll need coaxing to do more than making out or touching each other. chris is a tad bit self concious about his size, but that's just because he doesn't want to disappoint. in reality, he has nothing to worry about. a strong 7 inches, average girth. he's godly with his hands though, so if you don't feel comfortable taking him (or if he can't find the balls to propose the idea), he'd get you off just as well

★ chris loses himself pretty fast when it comes to being intimate. at first, he'll prioritize your comfort, making sure you're the one receiving the most pleasure. once he has you satisfied enough, all of that pent up pressure ends up resulting in a feisty fuck session

★ mewls like a goddamn cat once you get your hands on his body, running him up and down, squeezing and prodding at his most sensitive parts. having his ass and nipples kneaded, bit, and kissed is a quick way to make chris unravel

★ your poor neck. chris couldn't keep his damn mouth off of you. after you both start settling down from your high, you can find him staring at the artwork he painted on you. his memory is really good, so he’s just trying to memorize every detail for later.

★ he tends to underestimate his strength. when holding you, his nails would claw down your back and leave small bruises on your hips. once chris realizes what he did, he’ll be apologizing profusely. (he, however, finds them very, very attractive)

★ chris adores seeing you wearing his clothes. throw on one of his tees or walk around in a pair of his boxers and you might as well be begging to be dicked down.

★ you cannot convince me this guy doesn't roleplay. he keeps the kink on the down low for a while, but after some time and discussion, he’ll start proposing lame ass plots that he saw in porn.

★ he has a habit of “accidentally” leaving the door unlocked when he's jacking off. you've walked in on him more times than you can count on both hands, eventually you started to realize he was doing it on purpose.

★ this man is a beast when intoxicated, that unconfident persona breaks down pretty easily. imagine a washington party, you're leaning over the island just a little, talking to your friends, until chris comes over and pulls your hips back against his. its a playful gesture at first, your friends rolling their eyes with a smile. it doesn't take long for you to feel his massive tent pressing up against you. looking back, chris has the most adorable yet smug smile on his face.

★ prefers rule34 over pornhub. probably has a folder of his favorite pieces saved too. also, he definitely looks up tags that match your description in an attempt to find characters that look like you.

★ chris appreciates adding toys into the bedroom. he enjoys wearing plugs, giving him that extra spark of pleasure during the act. if you're okay with it, he'd like to practice bondage as well. there's a medium sized box in his closet he refuses to elaborate on, but you can make a strong guess with what he's hiding in there.

this is definitely pretty self indulgent. im a tiny bit paranoid of upsetting other until dawn fans since im so new to the media, but i hope that actually does seem like chris.... im now being judged by the council 🙏

[ sunset themed borders were designed by cloudtrapper on deviantart ]

[pillow-fish]

in honor of me going to disney in a month (!!!!!!) and kind of being a theme park enthusiast, have some headcanons abt the east blue crew at a theme park 🙂‍↕️

they aren’t a group of friends who’ll just chill and play like. a self-contained game of heads up in the line. they will be LOUUUUD and ANNOYINGGGG. which i think is far worse than just screaming about heads up

luffy’s whining that his feet hurt (he chose to wear sandals) and is hanging off the railing. zoro and sanji are in each other’s faces squabbling about god knows fucking what. nami is trying not to brain usopp with her phone because he won’t shut up about malfunctions and horror stories of accidents he’s heard. meanwhile the only reason he’s in line at all is because they’re riding something for small children

they’re the group you lowkey side eye bc you’re like “please just shut the fuck up. it echoes like crazy in here”

more under the cut!

usopp has AWFUL motion sickness and is TERRIFIED of rollercoasters. he was prolly the kind of kid who fell down the rabbit hole of "top 10 scariest rollercoaster accidents" and took that shit to heart. he sits outside ride exits holding bags while other people go on rides and surveys merch shops for nami. the absolute Most he can handle is like. it’s a small world. he would cry on the cat in the hat dark ride @ universal (think those videos of people screaming at thing 1 and thing 2)

sanji refuses to buy theme park food because it's expensive (nami outlawed it) and he can make better food. only exception is for luffy if they run out of snacks. packs lunchboxes like a mom and gets stopped at security because he has like four bags slung over his shoulders. zoro laughs at him as they wait for him to get searched. he’s also totally carrying nami’s purse (she is NOT about to fight him on that)

zoro tries to convince himself he Doesnt have motion sickness (and he handles some coasters just fine!) but they go on a spinning coaster and he gets sick in a trash can. poor guy sits with usopp the rest of the day nursing an upset stomach. he’s not allowed to go anywhere without a buddy anyway - last time he did that he had to wait at guest services because he got lost and his phone died

luffy LOVES rollercoasters so so much. hes running ahead of the crew to get in line, skipping around the park, and giggling happily at inversions. absolutely LOVES launch coasters - huuuuge adrenaline junkie. he drags sanji, nami, and sometimes zoro with him. he's allergic to holding onto his restraints. he says he likes feeling like he’s gonna fall out

nami is the reason they’re here at all. she bought the tickets (for a damn good price), she handled the lodging, and she drove. occasionally she will splurge on shit like fastpasses - she loves that line when she's in it and when she has to wait in the standby queue she death glares everyone who passes her. loves rollercoasters like luffy, but isnt as loud about it. gets a pocketknife confiscated at security because she strong-armed sanji into carrying her bag and forgot to check for “contraband”

[soupandsorcery]

There was a post on here about how Davrin is single handedly propping up Rook's mental health by taking them out to touch grass, and that is so true for Davrin and Lysander. I like to think that Davrin times those little excursions for when he sees that Lys is really going through it and stressed out.

Lysander tends to burrow when he's fretting, to curl up in the darkness where he feels like he belongs, and Davrin's like nope, this isn't happening right now. You need sunlight.

But he's smart enough to know that if he phrases it like that, Lysander will insist he's fine and Davrin should take Assan out without him, so he works around it. Says it's for Assan's benefit because Lysander loves Assan. And then they go walk around in Arlathan, and Davrin talks about Eldrin and the Wardens and the griffons and whatever else. Lys is an amazing listener and asks good questions, and eventually he feels comfortable enough spilling his own problems. And Davrin's no therapist. He doesn't know how to help half the time, but he can tell that Lys feels better for getting stuff off his chest, and that's worth a lot. His eyes lose some of that haunted quality, his skin is a bit less pale.

They get back to the Lighthouse and Davrin turns Lysander over to Bellara and Lucanis so they can feed him and finish the job.

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[atlantablack]

Maglor who stayed in Middle Earth all the way through till present day, or close to it, and then for whatever reason finally ends up going back to Valinor, but he has enthusiastically picked up all the modern day curses and slang and sometimes when he talks he's so completely incomprehensible to his family that they're not sure if they want to cry or hit him

aka: Maglor comes back to Valinor and instead of getting a traumatized son/brother back like the expected, they find that Maglor did in fact get over his shit eventually but was just having a blast becoming an agent of chaos and now he's brought all that back with him <3

[arsenicflame]

absolutely delicious flavour of edizzy is where theyre Actually Married but neither of them know it, while also being acutely aware of everything-

they celebrated 25 years of their matelotage. they are having sex on the regular. both of them think the other thinks their contract is purely for financial reasons and the sex is just fun + convenience.

[tovaicas]

↳ ꜰꜰxɪᴠ — ʀᴏᴜᴠᴀꜱᴛʀᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴇᴜᴠᴇᴄʜɪᴇʀ ⇄ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍ

Today, tomorrow — forever on, from one war to the next. Have you ever wondered when our war ends? Does it even matter? Were we not meant to be nothing but weapons from the day we were born, our edges kept sharp and bloody when needed and hung up and set aside like good, obedient little soldiers when not?

(Steel Temper! Heavensbreaker! The Warrior of Light! Our Weapon of Light!)

Look in the mirror. Do you still feel him crawling up your spine, setting within your bone? Do you feel it gnawing at the edge of your soul? Feel the blood in your fingers again. Remember your purpose. Remember the grind of the bone beneath your fist. Remember. Remember. Remember. Stare into my eyes and REMEMBER.

(Even now, you continue to deny it. Well. Deny me all you want. You cannot deny what we have done.)

You feel it, don’t you? There’s no point to hiding it. I know you. Feel the furious pulse of hot blood in your head. Feel it in your teeth. Feel it in your throat. Feel it in your heart. Feel my hand on yours, cloak it in scale, and grind it deep into where it needs to be. Again, and then again. One broken shield exchanged for another. It’s never enough. It will never be enough.

(Or you could beat every single one of them to death with your bare hands. You would like that, wouldn’t you?)

But you know as well as we — that it was never the Eye.

(I knew you would.)

It was always just you.

[junebugtwin]

even while it was happening, you knew it wasn't going to last

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month