#c'mere for a sec

[ineeditinmypeachhole4]

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Get right into it, no need to say "hi".

[azzo0]

"Katsuki!" You called from the bedroom, lying on your stomach as you read a romance novel. You'd just seen a line you read a handful of times in other romance novels. It was a line that managed to make you smile like an idiot, with butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"What?" He yelled from the living room, where he repaired one of his gauntlets.

"C'mere for a sec," you got up with the book, and Katsuki walked into the room shirtless with a little grease on his chest and arms. Even better for your request. 

"What the fuck? You just called me in, and now yer pushin' me away?" He knitted his eyebrows when you pushed him out of the room.

"Katsuki, can you do this?" You handed him the book, and he took it, looking down at the page in confusion. 

"A lot is goin' on here, sweets. I'm a hero, not an actor." He said, cherry eyes scanning the page. 

"Oh, come on! I'm sure you can do this one." You pointed at the line, and he brought it closer to his face, reading it out loud, his eyebrows raising amusedly. 

"I looked up from my work when I heard the door open to see William. He stood in the doorway, one of his hands on the header above him. "Hey," he greeted-" Katsuki stopped to look at you, "I don't see what you want me to do? Stand in the door and say hi?"

"No, no. You're supposed to do what William did," you explained, demonstrating what you meant by showing him, even though your hand wouldn't reach for the header, "Get it?" 

"Hah? What's so special about it in the first place?" He asked, flipping the book shut and giving it back to you. 

"It's just sexy, okay?" You huffed, "I've read similar lines in many other books, and I just wanna know what it would be like when you do it."

"Fine," he grumbles, "Stand inside."

You happily skipped inside while he stood outside. He took a step closer and stood in the doorway. He brought his hand up and held the doorframe, thick bicep flexing in the process, revealing a few blond hair in his pit. He leaned closer to you, snaking a calloused hand to your back, roughly pulling you closer.

"This what ya wanted, hm?" He whispered into your ear, sending tingles down your spine. He smirked at your flustered state and snuck a peck to your lips. 

He chuckled at your stupor and turned around to leave. He glanced back, a triumphant smirk on his lips, "Let me know if there's somethin' else that William dude does. I can do it better than him anyway~"

[ssahotchnerr]

Mom!friend reader bringing everyone cute lunches at the bau with personalized little notes for each person 😭 maybe hotch doesn’t even know that you do this for the others too so when someone mentions readers cooking, he’s like “wat”

personalized

ADORABLE cw; bau!fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of food, fluff and aaron being cute <3

the pace at which aaron was moving must've been more intense than he intended and realized; as he hurried past jj's desk, the small draft that followed caused a small piece of paper to flutter to the ground.

uttering an apology, aaron immediately reached down to pick it up. however it had landed face up, and his eyebrows furrowed in small confusion as he caught a glimpse of its contents.

your familiar handwriting kept his eyes, instead of peering away as he normally would - 'my sweet jj! thank you so much for your help on the arizona case file, you're a total lifesaver and your expertise is always appreciated, hope you know that. enjoy <3 ps - your new lavender sweater is the cutest. must plan a shopping day w/ pen soon!'

aaron's eyebrows stayed in that confused line, his eyes shifting up to jj's in a silent question.

"came with the cookies." jj answered for him, pointing her head towards the tupperware container perched on her desktop.

instantly aaron's mind made the connection - so that's why you were up late baking. that made more sense; the time you had spent baking was much too long for the small plateful quantity he had found reserved for him and jack this morning.

"pretty girl sure knows how to cook." derek added into the conversation as he approached the cluster of desks, raising his hand to pat aaron on the back but stopped himself halfway - aaron shot him a pointed look, hiding his own amusement, while jj attempted to conceal her smile with her palm.

another eyebrow furrow. "and when have you had her cooking?"

"here and there. always comes with a note too. i could just about fill a desk drawer with how many i have." derek admitted, with his signature, vivid grin. "she may be yours, we get special treatment too, y'know."

a bit later, you strolled into aaron's office, juggling numerous files in your hands.

"as requested," you started, dropping them firmly onto aaron's desk. "five action reports, minus dave's. he told me when you're as experienced and italian as he is, you can slack off and kinda get away with it. but i think that's his fancy way of admitting he's old." you joked with a eye roll.

"thank you," aaron flashed you a smile, sorting through his current papers. assuming that was all, you spun on your heel to head out and return to the everlasting joy of paperwork, but, aaron's voice stopped you.

"hey hold it, c'mere a sec."

you pulled back one of the chairs in front of hiss desk, the legs producing a scraping noise against the floorboards, but aaron gestured for you to come around. your eyes darted in the direction of his open blinds, then back at him. 'you sure?'

aaron nodded in confirmation. and if you needed any more convincing, once in reach you were pulled onto his lap, his hold on you tight.

if he wasn't being a stickler on the open affection, neither were you; you relaxed yourself against him just as you would normally, your body melting into his and throwing your arms loosely around his neck. "what's up?"

"i didn't know you wrote the team notes."

"oh," you laughed softly, with a light shake of your head. by habit your fingers ran along the skin of aaron's neck, scratching the nape of his hair gently. "yeah, if i bring in lunch or a treat or something. or both. or sometimes just because. an appreciation reminder."

aaron nodded, his fingers drumming against your hip comfortably.

"that's not a problem, is it?"

"well," aaron pretended to think, his hand changing motions and sliding up and down your side, "yes."

"actually?" you blurted as your own fingers paused. that wasn't the answer you expected, and it caused a rush of nervous heat to pool within you. until, you saw the feigned, solemn expression on his face.

aaron peered down at you, his playful eyes canceling out the forced pout on his lips. under his breath, he mumbled humorously, "i thought i was the only one getting notes."

you laughed brightly, the joy within the sound immediately bringing a smile to aaron's lips. "oh don't worry, they don't get the lipstick smooch on theirs. that's reserved for you and you only."

"i would hope not."

"or the, occasional... explicitness."

"again, i would hope not." aaron laughed again. his lips graced your temple, lingering gently as he spoke, "you're sweet."

"a very wise, very attractive person once said, 'people need to know they're important'." your lips quirked into a loving smile, a glint in your eyes. "thought this would be an easy way - i learned from the best."

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ KISS IT BETTER ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: he's surprisingly popular with kids, even if he doesn't quite know how to behave around them.

contents: fem!reader. he curses a couple times in front of the kid :&lt;;

author's note: i don't rly like this one but it's fluff and we could all use a little fluff in our lives ꨄ︎

"why is it so... small?"

you snicker at satoru's question and watch the kid exploring his room waddle around. one of his mom's friends asked him to watch her kid, so naturally, the first thing satoru did was call you. after all, he's basically the last person you'd want alone with a small child.

"she's so cute," you coo, hopping on satoru's bed and lying down on your stomach. the child in question turns her head and looks at you with soft doe eyes and tilts her head like a puppy. "aw, satoru, c'mere and look at her!"

your boyfriend shakes his head, still seated in front of his computer. satoru's not live right now, but he's focused on his screen as he jumps and dodges various obstacles. "can't right now, give me a sec— what the fuck?"

"language!" you hiss, sliding off of his bed and covering the small girl's ears. 

she looks up at your curiously, and in the cutest voice possible, repeats satoru's words with a wide smile. "what the fuck?"

it's all you can do to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter, but as expected, satoru doesn't have that kind of self-restraint. when the girl says fuck, satoru laughs so hard that he leans back in his chair, not even noticing how another user eliminates him a second later.

"shit, that's so— sorry, i'm sorry!" satoru snorts, eyes tearing up with laughter. you glare at him and bite down your smile before snatching a pillow off his bed and hurling it at him. satoru catches it with one hand and buries his face in it to muffle his laughter.

you swat his shoulder with one hand and take the little girl's hand in the other as you plop down on the corner of satoru's bed. it's almost painful to swallow back the laughter threatening to tear you apart, but you figure that out of you and satoru, one of you has to be the mature one.

so you scoop up the little girl and hold her in your lap as she flutters her eyelashes at you innocently. you tap her nose and lean in, almost melting at the way she smiles back at you. 

"don't listen to him," you sigh, sticking your tongue out at satoru, who's still laughing away. he makes a face back at you, and, to his delight, the kid mimicks his expression.

"baby, you were so right," satoru snickers as he hops off his plush chair and strolls over to where both of you sit on the edge of his bed. he flicks the girl's forehead, but thankfully, his touch is gentle and feather-light. satoru's eyes soften as he studies the kid, and to your surprise, he lifts her out of your lap and ruffles her hair.

"she's so adorable," he whines, letting the girl pinch his cheek. satoru turns and widens his eyes at you in adoration. "i wanna keep her!"

you roll your eyes affectionately and stand up, leaning against his side and scrunching up your nose at the girl. "don't you have a game to get back to?" you huff.

"what game?" he replies, preoccupied with the child in his arms. satoru leans his face in closer to hers, and to your surprise and delight, she swats him in the nose. "oww, the fuck was that for?" he wails. satoru looks at you and pouts, glaring at the smiling child. "i think i need a kiss to make the pain go away," he says hopefully, eyes focusing on you. 

"am i really taking care of two kids?" you grumble, leaning in and kissing him on the nose. satoru nudges his nose against yours and his lips gently brush against your mouth.

you give satoru a second to enjoy your personal space, and then you shove him away. "we have an audience," you deadpan, gesturing at the girl still in his arms. her eyes look like they're fluttering closed, and her features soften with sleepiness.

satoru sticks out his tongue and sets down the girl on his bed, nestling her head in one of his many pillows and tucking her in. "you don't have a problem with me kissing you in front of eight thousand people," he huffs. 

"that's different!"

"no it isn't!"

[ervotica]

pairing; dark!rafe cameron x crybaby!reader warnings; DARK (18+ only) use of coke (rafe & r), coercion into using drugs, mean!rafe (if y'all want a part two lemme know ! there will be smut ;)

You're holed up in the kitchen when Rafe finds you; legs bouncing, fingers flexing where you grip the cold counter. The colour bleeds from your knuckles slowly, discomfort licking up your spine from sitting on the hard surface for too long.

"Don't start," he gripes meanly before you've so much as looked at him, circling your wrist in his looped fingers and tugging you out of your seat. You shriek, steadying yourself against his hot chest- so hot that it radiates off of him in waves, ebbing and flowing. When your eyes flit upwards, looking at him through thick lashes, you see his irises have been almost entirely engulfed by blown-out pupils.

"I didn't do anything," you protest, brows drawing tight in the divot of your forehead, pushing out a crease that Rafe sighs at and smooths over with his thumb.

"You've been twitchy since we got here," he points out, turning to pile a mound of coke onto his pinky finger. His head dips and he plugs one nostril and sniffs, rubbing the burning sensation away for a few seconds after.

You cringe, shoulders rolling and hunching in on yourself as you shy away from him.

"Get over yourself, you prissy bitch," he mithers, rolling his eyes at your anxious dramatics.

You're immediately sniffling, pushing down the tears that tickle at your waterline and threaten to spill onto your balmy cheeks.

"I'm going home," you snap through the lump in your throat. "You suck."

He laughs, a harsh sound that bites at your tender heart despite his thumb plugging the tears that threaten to descend past your clogged lashline.

"Okay, okay," he concedes, barely stifling another chuckle as he clasps the back of your head and presses you to his chest. You gasp, pushing yourself into the flesh of his shoulder, whining. "C'mere, I got something' that'll make you feel better."

"What?" you gurgle as he dips his head to press a wet kiss to the crown of your head.

"Sit." His fingers curl around your ribcage and lift you back onto the granite before he's turning to fish the baggie back out of the pocket of his slacks.

"Rafe," you whine.

"Shh, shh," he murmurs, licking his pinky and dipping into the bag to coat it in the white powder. You cower as he crowds you, muscled chest pressed to yours as he uses his free hand to pry your jaw open. He rubs it slowly into your gums, massaging the muscle despite your petulant complaining.

"Rafe!" you squeal when he pulls away, a string of spit stretching and bowing between your pouting bottom lip and his finger.

His lips quirk up at the corners at your bratty fussing, tipping his head down to lick and suckle at your mouth. His saliva clings to your tongue when your lips part for him instinctually.

"Easy, kid," he purls, pearly white teeth grazing your chin when he deters from your lips. "You'll feel better in a sec."

Your pulse thrums to life beneath your skin, a faint buzzing that has your nerve endings standing straight.

"Yeah," he croons, amusement laced into his every word. "Feelin' it?"

"Mm," you hum, grappling for purchase against his button down shirt. He smacks wet lips to your jaw and hooks an arm round your middle, forcing you upright and into his side. "Let's go back out now, yeah?"

You wobble, shoulder digging into his ribcage as you walk wrapped under his tricep.

"Attagirl. I'll let you give me a blowie later 'f you're good."

[shrimpybbq]

how would rafe deal with charlies tantrums? cause i feel like he’s at an age where thats common 😭 and reader taking care of emmy cant really do both at the same time

"Hey, c'mon bud,"

"You're ok, I'll give it back in a sec, a'ight?"

"It's ok, just stop crying please Charlie, please buddy,"

As high school gf!reader walked into the kitchen, those were the words echoing off the walls, intermingled with the shrill screams of Charlie. She had been out for lunch with Sarah, only to come home and hear Rafe's exclamations. Charlie's piercing cries made her cringe as the little boy wailed so hard his face begun to redden. He had been playing with Rafe's phone and watching his favourite cartoon, only for Rafe to need to make a call quickly. Alas, he had not been able to make that call as his son began to cry as soon as the phone left his chubby little hands.

Rafe looked up as he heard his wife enter the room, seeing her holding Emmy in her arms. His eyes rolled at the sight of the smile breaking across her face, unable to hide the humour she found in watching Rafe be on the receiving end of the boy's tantrums for once. Charlie was a daddy's boy - never crying or throwing tantrums, always seeking to spend time with his father. It didn't help that he was a carbon copy of his Rafe as a toddler either. She found some joy in her husband finally understanding what it was like to deal with a crying toddler.

"Hey! Stop laughing at me, m'kay. Can't you just make him stop crying or something?" Rafe pleaded as Charlie began to cry louder, his panic seeping over. High school gf!reader sighed, taking pity on her husband.

"You need to give him something else to distract him. That or put him in front of the tv," she stated. Rafe watched as she moved towards him, coming to his side, "Go pick him up and sit with him for a bit. He'll calm down pretty quick."

She watched as Rafe and Charlie made their way over to the couch, the boy's favourite cartoon filling the screen once more. Rafe was mumbling lowly to Charlie as he buried his face into his father's chest, and high school gf!reader could only smile at the sound of his squeals once more, though this time they were clearly happy and joyous. Rafe had resorted to tickling the boy when he wouldn't look at him.

"Are you gonna be good for me now buddy? No more tantrums?" Rafe queried, a pleased smile spreading across his face as Charlie nodded. Of course he was going to be good, he was a daddy's boy.

"Ugh, you make it look so easy. I hate you," she whined at the sight.

Again, Rafe rolled his eyes. "Hey, c'mere. Come sit with us," he commanded. "Should mommy come sit with us?" he directed at Charlie this time.

High school gf!reader felt herself nodding in agreement and slowly ambled over to the couch. As she settled into the plush fabric Charlie turned to face her, eagerly reaching out to his sister.

"She's still tired, baby. Why don't we watch your show and then after you can play?" she suggested, bringing her son under her arm. Wrapped up in her warm embrace he agreed, a small "ok mama" leaving him.

Rafe just grinned at his little family, sighing and tossing his head back as he slumped further into the couch. Charlie had tired him out, and he had only been watching him for a few hours. He needed to get his wife a gift soon as something to say thank you, he thought determinedly. To show her how much he appreciated her and how much she had invested into their family.

i've been missing high school gf so i managed to answer one of the asks in my inbox finally! hope you enjoy this cute family moment anon!

[sturnswiftie]

if dealer!chris ever hurt crybaby (burnt her with a cigarette on accident) what would his initial reaction be

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you're in chris's room, everything dim and warm and quiet as you curl into his side, picking at a thread on the hem of your sweater while he flicks his lighter open and shut. the cherry of the cigarette glows soft between his fingers as he talks, voice low and lazy.

you lean forward to grab your lip balm off the nightstand, and that's when it happens: a small movement, a sharp hiss, and the cigarette brushing the soft skin of your upper arm.

you jerk back with a startled gasp, eyes already glassing over as the sting blooms. chris freezes at the same time, almost as startled as you. and then everything happens fast.

"oh—fuck. baby."

the cigarette falls forgotten into the ashtray with a quiet hiss before he's reaching for you, but it feels like his hands are suddenly too big, too rough, fumbling to grab your arm as gently as he can. his thumb ghosts over the tiny red spot like he's scared touching it will make it worse.

"you okay? did i—shit, i didn't see you movin'—" his voice is strained, shaky, already cracking with guilt.

you're just too quiet, staring at the burn with trembling lips as you blink quickly, your boyfriend recognizing that as your way of trying to keep tears at bay.

"aw, sweetheart, no, no, no—don't cry, baby, please—shit, c'mere." he tugs you into his lap, cradling you like you're made of glass. one hand comes down to rest on your waist, the other carefully cupping the injured arm like it's the most delicate thing he's ever held.

he kisses your temple, cheek, and your shoulder over and over like he can kiss the pain away.

"m'sorry, i'm so sorry. didn't mean it, baby.. my baby, my pretty girl. i wasn't payin' attention—goddamn cigarette shoulda never been near you—"

you don't say anything in response, but a sniffle leaves you as he takes in your wide, watery eyes, and the way you cling to his hoodie like he's somehow still your safe place.

chris shushes you quietly, pressing his mouth to your hair. "shh, shh, i got you. gonna take care of it, okay? gonna fix it. lemme see it, honey. just for a sec," he insists when you initially shake your head, lower lip pouted out in a way that breaks his heart.

he grabs a water bottle from the mini fridge in his room before pressing the cold plastic gently against the mark on your arm, nodding his head like he understands when you immediately begin to whine and squirm.

"i know it stings, 'm right here," he murmurs softly, noting the way his quiet coos begin to make you settle. "there y'go, that's my girl.."

he knows you need some sort of ointment on the burn, but at the sight of your current state, he decides against it for now. instead, he wraps you up in a blanket before setting you in his lap like you can't possibly sit anywhere else. every couple of seconds, he checks the mark again like it might've gotten worse while he wasn't looking.

"does it still hurt, baby?" he asks quietly. "wanna ice it more? want me to kiss it again?"

he watches as you nod, pouty and sniffling, and he can't help but melt, the fact that you still need him drawing out some of the tension in his chest.

"i'd never hurt you on purpose," he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. "y'know that, right? you're my girl. s'posed to protect you."

he holds you tighter when you hiccup a tiny "i know," into his chest.

©sturnswiftie

[starboye]

pairing: vinnie hacker x male reader

request: vinnie hacker x femboy!reader, it’s readers bday and vinnie threw a costume party to celebrate him and they are having fun but after a while vinnie is sitting down and reader is sitting in his lap(he’s wearing a skirt and panties) and vinnie starts rubbing himself against readers ass and he tells reader to stand up for a sec and vinnie pulls his stuff out and pulls readers panty to the side and cockwarms him until vinnie gets tired and grabs him and brings him to the nearest room and fucks the shit out of him and makes him keep the skirt on and after they finish vinnie makes him sit on his face to clean his hole up and reader is just out of it

warnings: smut, cock warming, slight exhibition, ass eating, cum eating, cream pie, daddy kink, lil degradation

you were really happy when you found out vinnie was throwing a costume party for your birthday that you jumped in his arm and cheered loud enough to make him deaf, you obviously had to go out and pick out a slutty costume for your birthday and let's just say vinnie was surprised when you showed up to the party in it.

you walked through the door to blaring music and people drinking and dancing around and some telling you happy birthday, when you saw vinnie you ran into his arms hugging him "thanks for the party vinnie" you shouted over the music "anytime baby" vinnie says before taking in the sight of your outfit.

"and what exactly are you supposed to be" vinnie asks spinning you around "a slutty regina george, ya like it" you ask smiling widely "i love it" vinnie says before you drag him to the dance floor but not before grabbing a couple drink and downing a shot of whiskey, it burns your throat slightly.

you dance wildly as you sway your hips from side to side, infatuating vinnie with the way your ass wobbles with each step you take "ima go sit down im to tired for this" vinnie breathlessly says "no please stay with me" you pout pulling vinnie back into you "as much as i would love to my legs are getting weak but i'll be watching you" vinnie says giving you a kiss before walking over to one of the chairs near his friends and sitting down.

you continue to dance but now directing your dances to vinnie, him watching you through the sea of people, the way you feel your body up and down and sway your hips around for him as the provocative music blares, and in the dancing he catches a glimpse under your skirt to see you wearing nothing but some skimpy panties under it.

he readjusts his sitting position as a tent forms in his pants to your body, and after a while of you dancing you walk over to vinnie, obviously a little drunk and sit on his lap "how was your little dance party" vinnie asks wrapping his arm around your waist "tiring" you chuckle leaning back against his chest.

"hey quick question" vinnie asks "yeah" you reply "are you wearing panties under that skirt" vinnie whispers "yep" you smoothly say "and who were you planning on getting fucked by tonight" vinnie laughs "hopefully you" you smirk turning to kiss vinnie, leaving him wanting you even more now.

"that could be arranged" vinnie says rolling his dick against your ass making you jump a little "well then i hope it's fun when you do" you taunt making vinnie move to pin your legs open with his and run his hand along your thigh "what if i just do it right here" vinnie teases.

"fuck no" you sternly say "c'mon you wanna dress slutty you can take my cock in front of everyone it'll be a nice show" vinnie says vaguely kissing your neck "like c'mere" vinnie grunts lifting you up and pulling his pants down a little and pulling you panties to the side and lowering you on his dick.

"fuck" you lowly whimper holding onto vinnies thighs fr support "look here comes your friends" vinnies says setting his head on your shoulder and pointing to a couple of people heading your way "hey y/n" larray cheerily says approaching you.

"hey larray" you say trying to silence any moans that threaten to come out "i got you a gift" he says holding out a nicely wrapped present for you "t-thanks" you stammer feeling vinnie rut his hips up into you "well i'll talk to you later okay" larray says walking away.

"fuck you" you say hitting vinnies chest for almost getting you caught "please do" vinnie smirks leaning back into the chair "you're such a dick sometimes" you say bouncing up and down on vinnies dick but just enough to where no one suspects something "you better stop" vinnie sternly says.

"and what if i don't" you say confidently with a smug look and you bounce down on vinnie once more "fuck it" vinnies mutters before pulling you off his cock and tucking it back in his pants and dragging you through the halls to find a empty room, soon he finds and empty bedroom and brings you in, locking the door behind him.

you begin undressing "no no keep it on, i wanna fuck you like the slut you wanna dress like" vinnie says taking off his costume and putting you on the bed, face down but plump ass up "so fucking pretty" vinnie mutters feeling your ass as his member becomes harder, poking at your hole.

"please fuck me" you whine "of course" vinnie says spiting on his tip before pressing against your tight entrance with your panties pulled to the side and skirt up, he makes it fully in you and doesn't give you a single moment to get used to his size before he was thrusting into you quickly.

his hips were moving on their own as you sucked him in, his hips slamming into your ass "fuckkk you're so big vinnie" you moan longingly making vinnie twitch in you "yeah loves this ass so much" vinnie grunts holding your hips in place so you dont pull off his dick.

"m-more" you whimper matching his thrusts with you backing your ass onto his "you want me dick so bad huh" vinnie teases stopping his thrusts "no please keep fucking me" you beg "you can do it yourself " vinnies says smacking your ass and you reluctantly fuck yourself on his dick.

going back and forth as the room fills with your moans and vinnie cocky laughs "mhm such a good boy for daddy" vinnie groans feeling you suck him harder wanting his cum badly "you want me to fill this slutty hole up" vinnie asks bringing his hands back to your hips and resuming his thrusts.

"yes please" you moan feeling vinnies movement get harder and harder till it feels like he's bruising you walls "you feel so g-good hitting my walls vinnie" you loudly moan which is greatly covered by the music playing "yeah you feel so tight, want every drop of my cum" vinnie chuckles before throwing his head back.

he loudly grunts as he cums in you, his hips never stopping as he fucks his load deeper into you while you moan and cum yourself, your cum staining the bed, your spurts matching with his thrusts, vinnies basically fucking the cum out of you "yes daddy i love your dick so much" you whimper into the bed.

"such a good boy for me" vinnie says falling onto the bed and you next to him, he lays there for a while before an idea comes into his head "c'mere" vinnies says lifting you up and putting you over his face, your legs straddled on both sides of his face.

"what're you doing" you ask before moaning and gripping the head board as vinnies tongue prods at your hole eating you out with expertise "fuck" you whimper out as vinnies eats the cum out of you "you and i taste so good" vinnies says muffled, after vinnies finishes cleaning you out.

you fall down next to him "best birthday gift ever" vinnie questions "best birthday gift ever" you say in agreement

taglist:@mailmango@spermeboy@ghostking4m@gayaristocrat@addictedtomalepits @staarb0y @crispysoup318 @its-ares

[nattousan]

hey digital artists! c'mere real quick! :3 I wanna tell ya somethin! :3

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c'mon! don't be shy! it'll just take a sec! :3 how long have you been makin art for? haha oh wowww~

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almost there, i promise lol sorry these cellar stairs are sooo long haha

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*SLAMS YOU AGAINST MOULDY CELLAR WALL* LISTEN AND HEAR ME WELL NOW, GOT IT?? IM NOT FUCKING AROUND.

PRINT OUT YOUR DIGITAL ART. PRESERVE IT. DO NOT WAIT.

What would be left of you if your computer bursts into flames? Hmm? All those years of honing your craft? Who would know of it? Your tablet could die tomorrow, fall victim to the plague, THEN what? There'd be no trace of you. Your art account with years of accumulated passion? Gone with the flick of a server switch. Do not trust the cloud it is ephemeral in the eyes of time.

Place your trust in papers gentle hands and it will sing of you even after you have gone quiet.

Print your art.

*walls you in*

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: "Charlie, babe? Can you come over here for a sec? I need help proving a point."

Charlie: "Okay!"

Charlie: (ZOOMS over)

Charlie: "I'm here." (cradling vaggie's hand tenderly) (beaming) "How can I help...?"

Vaggie: "You just did."

Angel Dust: "Fuckin' show off."

Vaggie: (at angel dust) (Smug) "Your turn."

Charlie: "? Are we playing a game??"

Vaggie: "No but it's still gonna be fun."

Angel Dust: "Shush. I'm tryin' focus here! Ah-HEM."

Angel Dust: "Ohhhhh Husky man~ Would ya come over here an' help me with somethin', mr. whiskers-"

Husk: "No."

Angel Dust: "Pweeease~?"

Husk: "Fuck off."

Vaggie: "And there we have it."

Angel Dust: "Bullshit! You're NOT more attractive than me, toots! Not even personality wise!"

Charlie: "Was that the point we're proving?"

Angel Dust: "NOTHIN'S PROVEN!"

Charlie: "Did it even need proving??? I mean, look at her."

Angel Dust: "I'm lookin'. It's a lesbian only her lover could love."

Charlie: "I DO really love her~"

Vaggie: "And I try hard every day- Angel shut up- to be a little bit worthy of that love. Case in point."

Charlie: "Wait, go back to the point about not feeling worth-"

Vaggie: "Old news babe. Hey Husk! C'mere for a moment!"

Charlie: "-she's dodging the question!"

Angel Dust: "She's bein' an annoying bitch of a friend."

Husk: (slouching over) "The fuck do you want."

Angel Dust: "Shut. UP."

Vaggie: "Nothing much. Didn't want you to miss out on Angel Dust pouting that's all."

Husk: "Yeah?"

Charlie: "Awww Vaggie, that's really thoughtful!"

Vaggie: "Just doing my lesbian duty."

Charlie: "Angel Dust is a guy though?"

Vaggie: "A gay guy. It's solidarity."

Angel Dust: "I hate you."

Husk: "Huh. Fake hating people looks good on you, looser." (smirk) "Cute pout."

Husk: (wanders off)

Angle Dust: "......."

Angel Dust: (grabbing vaggie and lifting her to eye level) "I love ya we're besties for life and if ya do this t' my heart again 'm shanking ya in the middle of the night with a shiv made from a sharpened yuri manga."

Vaggie: "And I've never wanted you more. As a friend."

Charlie: "Okay good great wonderful friendship moment everyone. Now!"

Charlie: (holding out arms)

Charlie: "I want MY girlfriend back." (pouting) "Please."

Angel Dust: "May the sapphic be with ya."

Angel Dust: (dumps vaggie in her arms)

Angel Dust: "Ohhhhh Husk....! Guess who's POUTIN' agai- Whiskers stop runnin' an' look at me!!!"

Husk: "Once was fucking enough."

Angel Dust: "Once is NEVER enough fucking with me~"

Charlie: "Wow. Husk sure can move when he wants to..."

Vaggie: "Meh, he's not even using his wings."

Charlie: "He's really not is he? Aww!"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "...Vaggie. Is my pout cute too?"

Vaggie: "The cutest, sweetie." (smooches pout) "And most bi-utiful."

Charlie: "HEHEH."

Niffty: (from above) "I bet she'd pout even HARDER if I dropped this DEAD RAT in her hair."

Charlie: "A WHAT!?"

Niffty: "Dead rat."

Vaggie: "Don't you dare-"

Niffty: "Whee! Here we go!"

Chaggie: (running and screaming)

Angel Dust: (distantly) (shrieking) "HUSK RAT HUSK HUSK HELP RAT DEAD RAT HELP HUSK HUUUUUSK!!!!"

Husk: "-oh shit hold still DON'T FLING IT AT ME ASSHOLE-"

-EXLPOSION-

Cherri Bomb: "wHY IS THERE A RAT CORPSE IN MY BRA!?"

Niffty: "Your welcome!"

Cherri Bomb: "How! HOW IS tHERE A RAT CORPSE! IN MY BRA!!!!"

Charlie: "Cherri run just run-!"

Cherri Bomb: "Already one dead rat boob surprise too late for that!"

Niffty: "Happy pride month everyone!"

Niffty: (GIGGLING)

Niffty: "I bleached and dyed each rat corpse a different rainbow color~"

Alastor: "...Hmm?"

Alastor: (oozing out of shadows)

Alastor: "And no rat for me, my dear? No pride for poor old Alastor?"

Niffty: "For youuu? Iridescent cockroach!"

Niffty: (impales one on his antlers)

Alastor: "Oh I AM touched! ...Might I ask why the change in vermin, however?"

Niffty: "Irony!!" (CACKLES)

Alastor: (confused) (still touched) "Ah."

[sethsclearwater]

Hi, could you write something about shy and cute Seth being in heat for the first time, and he's really hot and dizzy and in pain, and the reader is there to help him by masturbating him or something.

"okay, you're okay," you started, quickly stepping over to your imprinter to help him lay down on your shared bed. he let out a heavy sigh, tightening his grip on your hand and looking up at you nervously which had you frowning, not happy with how uncomfortable he was.

you pressed the back of your free hand to his forehead, also sighing when you felt just how warm he was, "can you get a fever? you feel really warm," you murmured, sighing when seth shook his head, clearly not having any more of a clue than you did on what was currently happening.

"'m sorry pretty girl," seth said softly and you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at his apology. seth also cracked a small smile at your laugh, seeming to be feeling a bit better with you closer to him.

"'s not your fault," you reassured just as a lightbulb went off in your head. you'd suddenly remembered emily and kim telling you about the boys' ruts and how sick sam and jared had gotten the first time they had theirs.

"it's not your rut is it? i didn't think you'd have that so soon," you asked softly, watching seth's expression change from one of worry to confusion to realization when he seemed to come to the same conclusion as you.

seth let out a soft sigh, squeezing your hand, "i think you're right," he murmured, "it's fine though i can just stay in here for a few days until it's over," he added and you frowned again as you realized that he meant he was going to try and stick it out without your assistance for fear of hurting you.

"seth," you let out another breathy laugh, "'m not letting you sit here in pain for a week just because you don't want me to be sore," you explained, dropping his hand from yours in favor of pulling your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your panties.

seth's breathing hitched at the sight of your figure and you quickly tugged your panties down while he made quick work of taking his sweatpants and boxers off, leaving both of you naked in front of each other.

"just try and relax, okay?" you asked softly when you saw the way his cock was straining up against his abdomen, the tip an angry red with an ungodly amount of precum leaking from the tip.

seth nodded, doing his best to control himself as you got back on the bed and straddled his waist, "c'mere," you murmured, lifting your hips and cupping his cock in your hand which had him dropping his head back and letting out a loud groan.

seeing his frustration, you were quick to line his cock up with your entrance and sink down his length, ignoring the intense stretch that always came with fucking him.

"i just need like 10 seconds-" seth quickly said, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you down tight to his chest before you even had a chance to respond.

he didn't waste any time, quickly snapping his hips against yours. he couldn't seem to find a rhythm, just desperately thrusting in and out of your heat for a few moments before he his grip was tightening on you to a nearly unbearable level.

"oh my fucking god-" seth let out a loud groan, pushing his cock into you as far as he could before he shot his hot and sticky seed into your channel as he came undone in you.

"you've got it," you whispered, also out of breath from how rough his thrusts were against your pussy, "take some deep breaths seth," you encouraged, gently running your hands up his biceps to massage at his tense shoulders soothingly.

you kept your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it began to slow down, "there you go," you murmured when you felt his grip on you begin to soften, "you're okay," you added, sitting up when he slid his hands down to your hips.

"'m sorry pretty girl," seth whispered when you looked down at him, seeming awfully flustered over the fact that he had lasted a whopping 7 seconds inside your pussy.

you giggled, shaking your head as you slid your hands down his abdomen, "just wanted you to feel better," you reassured, running your hands over the inside of your thighs until you found seth's hands and laced your fingers together, gently squeezing them as another form of reassurance.

seth let out a shaky exhale before nodding, "can i make you cum too?" he asked after a moment, a hint of mischief returning to his brown eyes which had you giggling and nodding, just happy to know he was feeling better.

he rolled the two of you over then so he could be on top, his cock quickly hardening again inside your walls before he was thrusting into you again.

[dazzlingsab]

Hello I love your fics! Could a request James potter x little reader where she gets hurt playing outside maybe scraps her knee , she panicked/crying a lot and James comforts her with a bottle and cuddles <3 (totally fine if you don’t want to do it)

Love you to the Moon and to Saturn

summary: little!reader gets hurt and runs to cg!james

warnings: mentions of blood

a/n: Thank you sm anon!! I was a little lazy with this one but I still hope you enjoy.

It was a pretty day outside; it was warm enough to play outside. James was in the house; however, he had one of the windows opened so he could keep an eye on you, making sure you didn't wander out of the garden. 

You were running through the garden, trying to catch ladybugs and butterflies. However, one of your shoelaces started to come undone, causing you to trip. One of your knees scraped against the rough gravel of the garden.

Tears quickly welled into your eyes as you felt the stinging sensation on your knee. Your heart started to beat faster when you saw a little bit of blood trickle down your knee. Whimpering, as you got up and quickly ran back into the house to find James. 

When James heard the backdoor open and frantic footsteps, his head snapped in your direction. A look of concern quickly crossed over his face when he saw you crying. "Darling, what's wrong?" He asked softly as he stood up from the couch.

"I—I got hurt, Daddy..." You uttered through your tears and hiccups. That's when James noticed the scrape on your knee. "Oh baby..." he cooed as he picked you up into his strong arms. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" 

He carried you into the bathroom, gently setting you onto the counter. He grabbed the first aid kit. He opened an antiseptic wipe, carefully wiping it over your scrape. Hushing you when you started to cry more at the pressure on the scrape. When he was done cleaning it, he put a princess Band-Aid over it. 

His hands gently cupped your face, wiping the leftover tears off your cheeks. "You want Daddy to make you a bottle?" He offered gently, a small, empathetic smile forming on his face. You nodded. He picked you back up from the counter, carrying you back into the living room, setting you down onto the couch. "There you go; I'll be back in a sec." He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your head before going into the kitchen to heat up a bottle. 

After three or five minutes, James came back into the living room, bottle of milk in hand. "Alright, c'mere, little one." He muttered as he sat down and lifted you up onto his lap. 

He held the bottle as you took sips from it, his hand rubbing your back in a soothing pattern as you snuggled into the curve of his chest. "It's all alright now. I've got you, darling." He whispered reassuringly. 

[mochiqa]

synopsis. tengen uzui using you to workout. tags/notes. fluff, suggestive (16+), i can't get this man's biceps out my mind, i.e. my only reason for writing this sigh.

ko-fi page here for your consideration, masterlists here for your entertainment.

"hey pretty, c'mere for a sec," tengen calls out, motioning you over with a flick of his wrist as he sits on the weight bench. you hum and comply, walking over to stand between his spread legs, your skin bubbling with goosebumps when his large hands come up to rest on your waist. he groans at the scent of you, not that you've applied any perfume, but he finds your natural pheromones much more intoxicating than anything you can buy on the market.

"you've been going at it for, like, 2 hours now. come to the couch," you whine, the sound catching in your throat when he presses a kiss to your stomach.

"promise i'm almost done, just need to finish up arms," he smiles knowingly, gazing up at you through his long lashes. if there was one thing you wouldn't disrupt, it would be his arm workouts. gosh, you'd let him choke you with those biceps any day.

you're still lost in thought when you begin scratching at his scalp where his undercut fuzzes beneath your touch. just below that fuzz, he has your name tattooed in cursive - something he asked (begged) you to let him get. not that you hated the attention, it was just so... intimate.

by the time you notice he's lying on the bench, he’s guiding you on top of him to straddle his chest. you yelp and almost topple forward, drawing a soft laugh from him and a tighter grip on your waist. then, his hands position you so that he’s holding you horizontally, one hand on your back and the other firm under both your knees.

“what’re you–! this feels like it should be happening somewhere else,” you squeak out, clearing your throat to maintain some sense of stability despite your wavering voice.

within a few seconds, tengen is holding you up and lowering you to his chest repeatedly, treating you like a very squirmy, and frankly adorable, dumbbell. numerous times he has to pause his movements to snicker and control himself, your complaints and flustered yelps falling on the ears of a man who could keep doing this for the next 4 hours.

he grunts with every other lift, his muscles flexing, his chest contracting and releasing. you don’t see a single bead of sweat on his face, his expression isn’t even strained - he looks calm, comfortable, at ease.

with an effortless turn of his arm and a moment of adjustment, he balances you in one hand, grinning up at your horrified and anxious, yet enamoured, expression. “i’ve got you, baby. sweet girl loves to help out however she can, don’t she?” he teases, watching your pursed lips turn into a small pout.

“shut up, ten,” you groan, covering your feverish face with your hands.

after a few minutes of him pushing you up and back down, he sets you down on his lap. you catch your breath like you just ran a marathon, whilst he - the one who did the workout - hardly has a hitch in his breath. instead, his eyes sparkle as they admire you, observe the few strands of hair that are sticking up and out like you’ve caught a radio signal.

“thank you for being the bestest girl ever,” he sighs, resting his chin on the top of your head. you smile and inhale the scent of his musk. “not that i had much choice…” you murmur, playing with the drawstring of his shorts. he inhales sharply at that and quickly, but gently, grabs your hand in his and guides you onto your feet with him and out the gym.

“you know what you’re doing,” he practically growls, voice husky even as he smiles tenderly at you.

you feign innocence (though, it wasn’t as though you were actively trying to rile him up, he’s just so easy.) “wha–? enlighten me.

you burst into a fit of giggles when he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder. he marches upstairs and into the bathroom where he’s determined to involve you in a different type of workout.

[witherby]

It’s Friday chef. You know what that means. Boys kissing

You know what, hell yeah it is. Enjoy another installment of Boy-Kisser Friday, featuring a new rare pair I stumbled upon at 5:15 this morning.

--

John stands up and claps his hands to rid them of any remaining chalk dust, admiring his summoning circle with a nod.

"Right," he declares, "that oughta be enough t'send those rogue Hellspawns back whence they came. Just need a catalyst to get the spell kick-started."

There's heavy silence for several seconds. Batman shares a look with Green Lantern and looks two seconds away from socking Constantine across the jaw. When he speaks, it's through grit teeth.

"We gathered everything you asked for," he bites out. "Blessed chalk. Rare crystals. An insidious amount of goat blood. Lantern had to travel to a different planet to get that sage stick you burnt properly carved in the pattern you drew for us."

He sweeps his arm in a broad, irritated motion, while John rests his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and smiles serenely back at him.

"And now you're telling us we've forgotten something? What is it? What obscure object do we have to hunt down as a catalyst for your spell?" He pulls up a holographic display in his gauntlet, scowling at the data he finds. "Tell me we can get it in the next ten minutes or this will have been a completely wasted endeavor."

"No need for hysterics. Calm yerself, handsome," John says, beckoning Batman closer. "It's in this room. Just need your help for a sec. C'mere, and don't let the cape mess up my chalk."

Green Lantern, whose been floating anxiously to the side, narrows his eyes suspiciously at Constantine, who catches his eye and grins right back.

"The goat blood wasn't gross enough? Need a sacrifice, too?" He asks.

"Nothin' so dark. I promise." John beckons for Batman again, who finally relents after glancing at his holo-display again, then dismisses it to step carefully into the intricate casting circle. "Good boy. Now, stay still."

John makes a few wide, sweeping motions with his hands and utters an incantation neither witness can understand, golden light shimmering between his fingers as he does so. The circle beneath him and Batman begins to light up the same color, and Green Lantern has to float back a bit when the color starts interfering with his ring. He's forced to stick to the sidelines and watch as John coaxes Batman through repeating a few phrases. When there are no signs that anybody is being hurt, Lantern relaxes somewhat.

Only to stiffen up like a board and let out a horrendous little squawk as John suddenly pulls his husband into a kiss.

"I — wha — HEY. EXCUSE ME?"

The light of the circle becomes blinding. Lantern shields his eyes and shouts for Batman, concern and rage swirling into a dangerous mix in his chest.

Then, in another moment it's over. The light dims, the chalk and blood circle fades into the ground like it had never been there, and Batman is wiping his mouth while Constantine stands there looking like the cat that got the cream.

"Congrats, gents," he declares, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trench coat like they've done nothing more dangerous than parallel-park a car, "you've saved the planet. Spawns 're back in Hell where they belong."

"Did you really need to do that?" Batman asks, more curious than angry. Lantern is much more angry, hovering next to him and using his ring to scan for injuries or weird side-effects of being in the spell circle. He's coming up clean, which is the biggest comfort.

John shrugs, already starting to walk away and likely towards the nearest bar. "Needed a consensual exchange of contact. Couldda been a hug, or a handshake, but who'd pass up the chance to snog The Dark Knight? Anyway, this was fun. Call me if you need help avertin' another apocalypse."

"Yeah, yeah...wait. It could've been what!?" Green Lantern roars.

"Happy Boy-Kisser Friday, lads!"

Batman snags Lantern by the ankle before he can fly off and beat John into the dirt.

[silverzoomies]

Oooh, some good ol' Peter Maximoff with number 1? That'd be either godly or comedic gold, I feel...

Peter Maximoff/Reader drabble: ⚡"So, how do you want me to fuck you?"⚡ warnings: light hints of cunnilingus and smut. peter being peter. sorry !!

Peter is…blunt. Majorly blunt. Quick to the point, but somehow always wasting time.

You were both going at it like insatiable animals. Peter’s skilled lips and buzzing tongue brought you to nirvana. Gifting you not one, not two, but three wickedly intense orgasms.

In post-nut bliss, you’re buck ass naked on his basement sofa. Your limbs droop loosely. Sweaty in summertime heat. Cool air wafts within the basement, but it does nothing to nullify steamy warmth on your skin.

Wordlessly, he comes up to kiss you. Conquering hungry smooches with his swollen lips, Peter brings the taste of your own arousal on his tongue. His torturous fingers toy with your sore pussy a little more. Peter plunges his digits in your soaking wet slit. He explores your plush channel, testing the tight space for a future visit.

“Tell me how you want it, babe.” He breathes into your ear, nuzzling your cheek, moving to murmur into your lips, “You want it fast? Or...nah? You want me to hold back? Take it slow? Cuz, fuck. You feel so good, I dunno if I can…”

You answer with an unintelligible squeal that makes him chuckle. As you moan and writhe under Peter, you help him peel off everything he wears. Peter kicks off his worn sneakers.

“Don’t need these where I’m goin’.” He quips humorously, moving in for another messy kiss.

His Buffalo Springfield shirt comes next. And just as you run your trembling hands down the athletic shape of his torso, Peter parts from your urgent kisses. His muscles are hard as steel under your fingertips. But you don’t get a moment to appreciate them before they’re gone. Peter sits up all the way, his black jeans and belt undone. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stalls for a beat.

“Uhm...what's up? Are you o-” You start to ask.

Peter interrupts, “I'm great. But can you hold on just a sec? Thanks.”

The silver haired speedster disappears in a flash, leaving your poor pussy abandoned and aching. Your brows curl inward as you sit up on the sofa. You relax your tense shoulders. Completely nude, so spent, and longing for more all at the same time; you await his return. Sex-ridden pulsations of scorching heat stir in your core. It’s such a strong sensation, it physically pains you.

Your body needs to feel the pressure and warmth of his hands again. Peter must’ve imbued you with his own heightened impatience. Because you’ve never wanted dick this badly in all your life. He takes such a long time getting back. You almost tear up at the agonizing loss of his presence.

He reappears in a blurry, silver gust of wind. Standing idly in the basement - barefoot, shirtless, with his pants undone and his belt hanging loose - Peter shovels pink frosted sprinkled donuts in his mouth. One by one. It’s a nauseating sight, watching him shamelessly devour the sugary delights.

Your lustful frustration boils to a breaking point, and you scoff. Any other time, you might've laughed 'til you passed out.

“You cannot be serious right now.”

“Whuhhuhhh?” Peter mumbles with his mouth stuffed full. Pushing the last donut past his stained, pinkish lips, he swallows in less than a second. He speaks in a clearer, albeit wise-ass tone, “Sorry not sorry. What? You never got, like, a wild craving outta nowhere?”

He moves to the sofa faster than your brain can process. Digging a single knee into the cushions, Peter guzzles an entire soda in one swig. You don’t remember him grabbing one. And while you don't care to think about it, it's gone in an instant.

"C'mere, you." He sluggishly smirks.

Another half-second, and he smashes his sickly sweet lips into yours. Sporting a proud hard-on in his open jeans, Peter ruts his clothed bulge into your bare heat. Even in spite of how maddening his tendencies are, he makes you melt under him so easily.

The two of you find your rhythm again. Reviving the erotic mood simmering between you both, you speak your own hushed, coquettish words.

"Peter, please? Give it to me fast? So fast. I want you to keep going, and never stop. Can you do that, baby?" You breathe a bashful whisper into his lips.

There's another pause. Peter halts for a tormentous moment. He narrows his eyes in pensive thought, shaking his head.

“Wait. So, how do you want me to fuck you? I totally spaced out.”

[callmearcturus]

scared of horror films but intrigued by "Sinners" (2025)? c'mere a sec

(OBLIQUE SPOILERS but this post is strictly for people who might not see it anyway)

Hello scaredy cat, I'm like you. I am furious with myself for not seeing NOPE or Midsommar or Hereditary or even Annihilation because when I was young, scary movie trailers fucked me up. But I wanted to see Sinners and I think you should too and I also think it's the best possible horror movie to start on.

So I'm gonna tell you what kind of scares are in the movie and approximately when. This is going to require me to describe some events and scenes, but I won't give you any context.

Opening scene after the mural-backstory, a young black kid (Miles Caton) drives up to a church in a car. He goes inside and talks to the preacher. While they talk, there are some contextless flash-cuts to scary stuff that's there-and-gone so fast, it's just meant to make you jump. That jumpscare thing ends as soon as this scene ends.

When the twins and Sammie (Caton) first locate the stashed truck, Sammie removes the canvas cover and AH RATTLESNAKE. The rattlesnake doesn't get anybody and is quickly dispatched by the twins.

When the white guy shows up at the lonely farmhouse and they hide him, a group of Indigenous folks drop by to try and warn the white people. When the wife goes back inside the house, there's a very tense 30 seconds where she tries to locate her husband but finds the dude they took in, vamped out. Finding the dude is a stinger moment. If you get nervous, you can hide behind your hands for this entire little scene.

then there's literally nothing for a long long long while. except a lot of talk about oral sex. and then some actual oral sex.

When Cornbeard goes out to take a leak, it's super tense but you do not see him get attacked or anything, it's just spooky.

When everyone is peering into the locked room through the hole left by the knife, no one is gonna get stabbed in the eye. I was real scared of this, but it doesn't happen.

Once Mary (Hailee Steinfeld) is vamped and kills someone, the movie shifts to a Last Stand Against The Vampires movie entirely. From this point on it's a lot of fighting and a lot of blood and some moments of medium-gross gore.

I think that covers everything I remember that made me want to hide. Honestly, some of the coming attraction trailers before the movie were worse than Sinners itself.

To summarize: LOTTA blood, a handful of "that wound shoulda KILLED you" gore moments, a handful of very very fast jumpscares.

If you can handle that, Sinners is about a lot of really interesting themes and is funny and earnest and stunningly shot and has probably the cinematic moment of the year, and it's worth seeing. Even if you're scared of horror movies.