#homosexual reader

[sunflower-guardian]

So like-

We all agree she's the gayest homosexual to ever lesbian, right?

[laniidae-passerine]

positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear he’s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time I’m thinking “oh dear GOD” staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering what’s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ he’s blond

[nebularyo]

so trigaze huh....

[notfernintheslighest]

everyday i am forced to make a choice

[kkoga]

I think I like your sister₊ˎ✧ Megan Skiendiel, smau.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚When Megan Skiendiel and the rest of her members finally get the chance to visit the Philippines after many schedules, they meet the rest of family Laforteza. Including Sophia's younger sister, who stole Megan's heart the very moment they met eyes.

Featuring — Katseye, Le sserafim, and more

Disclaimer — brainrot language, harmful and rude jokes, no permanent face claim for y/n, and inaccurate portrayal of people in this smau.

Profiles𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ gayville , freaktown

1. Meeting the fam

2. Oh she fell

3. The thirsting is real

4. Collab

5. Am i dreaming

6. Landing

7. Dirty rooms

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives contrapuntal poems — 2 — (1) (3) (4) (5)

[writeshite]

Villain!Reader: "I'm telling you, Bruce Wayne is Batman!"

Minion: "Oh, come on, Boss, that's a little far-fetched. Why'd you think that?"

Villain!Reader: *fantasised about Batman's jawline so much that they definitely noticed Bruce Wayne's is the exact same*

Villain!Reader: "I...well...that...I just do!"

Minion: "....riiiiiiiiiight."

The idea of Bruce getting found out as Batman cause Reader is thirsting that hard sends me everytime 😭

[saoirseyun]

—Now this is interesting. Dazai is the one well known for his supposed unfathomable playboy behavior and reputation amongst areas of where the agency was… And it all took one date with you! To act struck and absolute helpless, clutched chest flaws and all to his heart pounding and breath caught, cheeks red and grit teeth akin to dogs on a leash. Conflict whether the feeling meant none or… more… No, simply impossible. Dazai is just as incapable of love as he seems to be, it was a disaster waiting to happen. Yet had no impact to stop his dreams, imagines altogether… What would it be like for you to be his—A pretty, romantic word to say, mine, and no one else’s…

“Dazai. My eyes are up here.” So just like that, snapped away from fantasy. Dazai was frantic to look back up to you—arms crossed, expected. "

"...Can you at least not lie downright to my face?"

[lanoslamp]

haiiii- um if your requests are open can you do gojo getting absolutely demolished by domtop m reader.... pls pls lots of praise and maybe a pink collar if you're ok with that? If not just ordering him around and degrading/humiliating gojo is fine (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ I am not too picky

Also, if you have an anon list, can I be 🕳️anon? If it's taken, I would like to be 🍀 or 🫚anon then!

Take your time and remember to take breaks (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ !!

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ

note: I didn’t know if u wanted afab gojo, so I didn’t add afab lang in this lil’ drabble. I also cringed a lil making this fic so appreciate it 😕 I think I lost track but…. I may have been high making this so there’s many details I forgot… 🤭

warnings:: no beta read, we die like men. sexual content, praise, (undercover edging) collars, leashing, orgasm denial, humiliation, overstim, gojo’s infinity doesn’t work, you can’t find logic here sorry.. suffocation (???) no prep :(

synopsis:: the strongest gets a nice little reward for being a good boy.

“name…hngh, mph.. please..?” gojo pleads as you stroke his dick slowly, your rough palms sliding against the vein of his dick so nicely. it’s only been around 5 minutes, but it feels like it’s been hours. “just wait f’me, m’kay? if you hold it, I’ll give you a reward.” he nods his head, on the verge of tears from the pain coming from his red, angry cock. “doin’ so good for me… like the good boy you are.” you pick up the pace, stroking his cock faster, little by little. “please.. please, please..” you cover his slit, preventing any cum leaking out.

You smear his pre all over his tip before covering his slit again. “not yet.” you mumble, staring at his little cock in amusement as you notice his cock the same shade as his face, his cock twitching in your hand as you slow down, seeing how gojo’s cock twitches and turns from different paces, like you’re experimenting on him. gojo whines from frustration, moving to put his hand on his cock. you slap it away, looking at him with a dissatisfied expression.

you stop stroking him, letting go of his cock as he whines from the loss of buildup. “you want to cum? hm, gojo?” you ask him in a mocking tone, but gojo doesn’t even notice from the desperation to cum, I mean… hey, you can’t really blame him. he wanted to cum so bad, he couldn’t control it..!! he nods in a heartbeat, agreeing without hesitation. “mhm, wanna cum so badd..!”

you put a pink little collar on his neck, connecting the buckle before connecting a leash to the d-ring. “on all fours, baby.” gojo complies, getting on his hands and knees, facing the wall. You run your hand down his spine, gojo shivering from the touch, his back arching. you hold his hips and place before sliding your cock into his pretty pink hole slowly.

gojo whines at the intrusion in his hole, hiding his face in the sheets as you continue, bottoming out with a groan, while gojo whimpers into the sheets. his hole pulses around your cock, chains of curses and moans coming from his mouth.

you let out a sigh before grabbing the leash, holding the grip securely. you finally (to gojo) decide to move, your cock sliding in and out his ass nicely. his hole so welcoming, as if it was made for you, molded perfectly like a fleshlight. thinking about it gets you riled up, picking up the pace with each thrust. gojo mewls, gasping and moaning, each moan cutting off the other like little ‘ah, ah ah’s’

“hnn.. oh, right— right there..!” gojo spewed, a guttural moan forced from his mouth as you tugged on his collar with a leash, gojo came from only that, his semen staining his pretty pink gown. his hole squirms and clenches around you, as if he doesn’t want you to move not an inch. you smirk and continue your pace, wrapping the leash around your arm before pulling it.

the feeling— is one that of fear and bliss. one part of his mind is in a panic from the loss of oxygen. instinctively, he puts his hand up to his neck, and tears threaten to escape from his eyes. but then again, the other part is thinking about the overwhelming pleasure— you plowing him from behind. your pace— is almost poisonous. it’s slowly killing him.

oh fuck.

his dick twitches again before he cums again, his back arching so suddenly it starts to hurt. his eyes roll back into his head, pure ecstasy overlapping his thoughts. you let go of the leash before pulling out, letting gojo fall on the bed.

“why’d you give out? we have much more to do..” you turn him on his back, moving his right leg to his shoulder, getting in between his legs. gojo doesn’t even comprehend or realize what you’re about to do as he lets himself be handled by you.

you slide your cock back inside his ass before immediately gettting down to business before gojo finally realizes what you’re doing “w-wait..! no more..!” gojo exclaims, moving his legs and closing them “mm? I still haven’t came yet.” you said while moving his legs back. “be a good boy and take it, ‘kay?” gojo nods before wrapping his arm around your neck, positioning himself move comfortably.

“good boy..” you praise him before bottoming out again, this time moving with only a motive to cum, fucking him like he’s a sex doll of some sort. gojo cries out at the new angle, feeling as if you’re fucking him in the guts. you level yourself to his neck, assaulting his nape, leaving red and purple blotches after you’re done with each part of skin you’ve been working on.

girly squeals and cries escape gojo as you thrust your hips like a wild beast in heat. his hands bury themselves in your hair, tugging on each coil/string of hair as he whines from the overstimulation. tear-stained face, a red angry cock begging for attention, and a very tired gojo.

once again, he feels that tight, white coil of heat building in his belly, and it feels like with each thrust of your hips, you’re tugging on it, stretching it further, and further. his prostate? abused. everything feels raw, and gojo just can’t explain the feeling. but he’s snapped out of his trance when you hit his prostate, repeatedly nudging against it. the friction is just too much to handle!! gojo orgasms right there on the spot, the coil pulling back as it’s limit was reached, gojo’s back arching and his toes curling, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he reaches a state of absolutely nothing, but of bliss. his ass clenches around your cock, making you climax right after, your hips stuttering as you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip to contain a groan, but it slips right out.

after the both of you come down from your high, you wipe his tears before smiling at him “that’s my good boy.”

lanoslamp 2024. do not steal.

hand me the requests before the semester starts or else broken light bulbs will be shoved up asses like anal sex 😽

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

Y/n: is it gay to be a homosexual?

Natasha: are.. are you serious?

Y/n: I saw a post about it and now I'm curious.

Natasha: oh my poor dumb sweet detka

[chazzservingcunt]

[mxchibomb]

content. mdni 18+

ermes costello, jolyne kujo ! threesome, implied squirting

three best friends in a room, they might kiss.

 mid-day, chest to chest and chest to back. heat infiltrated the prison cell as two similar shades of pale green smeared over your body. steamy breaths mixed together as needy lips pushed together in a messy kiss. jolyne's liptick made a painting of your face, off to the sides of your lips and practically disappearing from hers.

 ermes' lipstick marks barely looked like lips anymore as she bit into your already covered neck, green mixing in with reds and purples. her hands were more wild than the others, nails scratching at your skin and pulling at your clothes while jolyne's simply rested on your now barely covered waist. your shirt had already been opened down the middle, your pants off somewhere only god could tell you.

 you and jolyne's soft moans were muffled by each other's mouths, her soft fingertips digging craters into the the plush skin of your abdomen. spit pooled against your tongues, dripping from the sides of your lips and creating raindrops that slid down your chin.

 "you're stealin' all the attention." you could hear an annoyed murmur from where ermes stood behind you before rougher fingers tugged at your wet jaw. a tongue that tasted like spearmint gum forced its way into your mouth, desperate to meet yours in a kiss messier than the one before. her large hands fiddled and pulled at the thin fabric covering you wet cunt, your panties landing a soft snap! as it met back with your skin. fingers shifted downwards.. down your sides, past your bellybutton and down to your thighs. she squeezed both, leaving a soft red mark on one as her hand landed on impact against your sensitive skin.

 they led back to your hips, knuckles gently caressing against the pelvic bones before calloused fingerpads reached down into your panties to run over soft, leaking folds earning you a deeply pleased groan from ermes. your knees began to buckle underneath your body weight and soft whimpers hung in your throat as two of her fingers toyed with your twitching clit, syrupy slick drowning her digits.

 with a smile, jolyne's knees met the floor and another pair of hands that you barely noticed began to pull down your panties. struggling to lift a leg, you helped jolyne get them fully off of your body. cold air rushed against your soaking pussy and ermes hand, allowing her to feel more free in her movements and slowly pushing her middle and index fingers inside your weeping hole and creating a soft squelch. an elongated moan from you tore you away from the standing female's mouth.

 "ermes.." you whined at her with a soft buck of your hips as she pumped inside of you, unforgiving.

 "hear that, jolyne?" ermes was almost mocking you with a conceited smile, confidence oozing out of her as she glanced down at the other woman. but jolyne's eyes were trailed down to watch how your sopping wet hole so loudly sucked up ermes fingers, begging for a turn.

 "i'm sure there's room." she mumbled under her breath.

 the back of your right knee met a shoulder as a hand, stronger than you expected, pushed it over to rest atop her. you squeaked softly as a pair of lips kissed at your naked stomach and another two fingers reached underneath ermes to begin adding force to slide into you alongside the other.

 "jolyne!" you weakly leaned back against the standing person behind you, clenching tightly around the now four fingers filling up your hole. they rubbed against each other, fighting to find out what rhythm suited your insides best. they curled inside you, your cunt dripping down jolyne's fingers while ermes' began to prune in your juices. " 'm cumming!" you whined pathetically, thrusting your hips to meet the two hands pushing inside of you. soft flutters of your pussy walls against the new girth, the closer you got the harder you clenched down, chanting a series of 'yes's before the nearing of your climax quickly exploded.

 you gushed and writhed in hot pleasure, one of your own hands coming down to tightly wrap around one of the women's wrists.. you weren't exactly sure who, as a stream of clear shot out and decorated the floor in a pool of liquid. your ears twitched, recognizing both voices from both above you and below you as they released a soft groan in response.

 "shit.." you heard ermes lowly mumble with rasp, swallowing thickly.

this will have a part two <3

[jackiesgirl]

Expectations. Jackie Taylor x female reader.

Title: Expectations

Synopsis: Jackie is dying to be chosen by you, but your expectation destroys her, especially because to her, you don’t have to meet any expectations to love you.

Warnings: Death, deception, drunkenness, swearing, jealousy.

A/N: I've never written anything so sad :(

Sometimes it was so obvious it hurt. Like that time she left me the last cookie at lunch, saying she wasn't into it anymore, when we all knew it was her favorite. Or when I'd get nervous before a test and she'd reach for my hand under the table, unnoticed, and intertwine our fingers for a second, as if that would convey her calmness to me.

"Are you going to be okay?" she'd whisper, unheard by the rest of us.

Even at practice, when everyone was talking among themselves, Jackie would stop to tie my shoelaces, crouching down, saying nothing, her fingers brushing my ankle longer than necessary. I'd look at her, and she wouldn't lift her head, but her cheeks would always flush a little.

And then there were the silences. The moments when no one said anything, but her eyes searched mine and she smiled at me, as if we shared something the rest couldn't see. As if the simple fact that I existed was enough for her.

We never talked about it. We were "best friends." That's how we introduced ourselves. That's how everyone else saw us.

Until that Fourth of July.

I don't know what I did that night, if it was the way I put my hair up, or the tight dress I wore at Randy's house. I just know that, from one moment to the next, Jackie had me against the door, blocking my escape. Her face was so close that for a second, I swear, I thought she was finally going to kiss me. As if everything I'd been keeping quiet would explode there.

But no. Jackie broke before then.

Her sobs broke through the noise of the party. So loud they pierced my ears more than the music.

"I thought you were going to kiss me," I said, almost without a voice. As if admitting it would cost me breath. She buried her face in my neck, clutching the loose ends of my dress, trembling. When she lifted her head, her eyes shone red, overflowing.

"I don't want you to suffer what I suffer," she whispered, a lump in her throat. "If something happens, and then... it's not what you want. If one day you realize this was just a moment and you leave me there..."

I felt a heavy emptiness in my stomach. I didn't know how to process it.

"I don't know if I'm an expectation or a reality for you," she continued, breathing heavily. "But I can't take you if you're going to forget me later. Because believe me, I'm... I'm fucking in love with you. And there's no going back."

"Jackie..."

"I know who I am. The good girl, the captain, the one who smiles beautifully and doesn't make waves. But you don't know how much it weighs on me to smile at everyone while you... while you're here and I can't touch you the way I want."

I wanted to give her a thousand reasons. I told her about her reputation, her parents, the coach. But she just clung to me tighter, breathing down my neck, never letting go.

"Every day it hurts more to hide this," she whispered. "Because you're always here. And everything would be so easy if you'd just look at me the way I want you to."

And it was she who kissed me.

Desperate. Clumsy. So full of need that it left me trembling.

⸻

"Love?" Her soft voice brought me out of my reverie.

"Hmm?"

"There's a party tonight..." Jackie moved her hand from my arm to my waist, seeking my attention. "I thought I'd go with you. We could, I don't know, hold hands. Not kiss each other, of course, but... something."

Her gaze flicked to the sheets and then to me, expectant. I choked a little.

"I don't think they'd notice if we arrived like this... I mean, you walk hand in hand with Shauna, don't you?"

Her face tensed instantly. Her eyebrows drew together, uncomfortable.

"Not really... no," she admitted, and I cursed silently.

"And with Van? Do you hold hands with her?" she persisted.

"When he's scared of walking next to Taissa... I think she likes it," I tried to joke. She didn't play along.

Jackie was adept at disguising her insecurities with wounded pride. But I'd seen her begging me to tell her it wasn't an expectation too many times, so that facade didn't hurt me, not like it did her.

⸻

The party was a disaster from the moment we walked in.

Jackie, clinging to me at first, stopped clinging to me in the middle of the night when Shauna leaned closer and whispered something in her ear. I saw the exact moment Jackie looked down and took a step back, as if something had been uprooted. When Shauna walked away, Jackie went straight for a drink. Then another. And another.

When we got to her house, she exploded.

"What was that?" she threw at me as soon as she closed the door.

"What?"

"You couldn't even look at me in there!”

"Jackie, this isn't the time..."

“You always say that! When is the time then? When I have to keep pretending you don't break me in two every time you ignore me?

I watched her pace back and forth, her face flushed, her eyes shining with rage and sadness.

"It's not that easy for me..."

“You have no idea how you make me feel. How I expect you to look at me the same way you look at everyone else. But you don't. You just leave me there, like we're nothing.”

I stayed silent. I couldn't tell her it wasn't true, because I didn't even know.

She sat up in her bed, head in her hands, breathing heavily.

"I don't know how to keep pretending. I'm getting tired of begging you to see me."

We remained silent for a long time. She ended up crying again, sitting on her bed, while I felt increasingly suffocated.

The next day, she showed up with a coffee, with that shy smile as if nothing had happened. Wanting to save something.

Did she love her? Was she using her? What were we?

I didn't know how to answer. I remained distant, trapped in my own mess.

⸻

That night, the game.

I couldn't stand staying in the stands. I ran away. I was short of breath. I walked to the locker room, only to run into her, just before she walked onto the field.

She looked at me as if there was still hope. As if I could fix it.

"Jackie..." I said, my heart heavy. "I think I inadvertently turned you into an expectation. A fantasy. It wasn't fair."

She blinked, as if she didn't understand.

"Don't say that."

"I'm sorry. I swear I never meant for you to feel this way. But... I don't know if I'm capable of giving you what you need."

"Are you leaving me?" Her voice broke. Now? Here?

"I don't want to drag you down any longer. I don't want to lie to you."

I saw her face go from disbelief to denial to pure sadness.

"No, no. It can't be like this. You can't tell me this now. Not after everything. You can't!"

She bit her lip, and for a second I thought she was going to scream. But she didn't. She just looked at me with something that seemed to crumble inside, and without further ado, she ran off toward the field.

⸻

She boarded that plane headed for the national flights. The plane that crashed.

I knew she died there.

And all my life I wondered what would have happened if I had taken her hand that night. If I had dared to stay.

All my life I regretted it.

[urjustjealizz]

GUYS THIS ISNT A HEAD CANNON OR ANYTHING ITS JSUT SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY

[venusinthesun]

CW: yandere‼️ FEM NEUVILLETTE NATION‼️ this is SAPPHIC, for the GIRLS. I love my transfem wife <3

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Refined. Clingy.

Some of the words that come to mind as you sit on your shared bed, back pressed against some of the finest pillows as you stare at the wall ahead. You could probably name 15 more words if you really wanted too, but dedicating even more time to thinking about her would only make to sour your mood even more. Some would say that refined and clingy are opposites, or at least very hard to find something that could fit both words at once. But in your now years of experience dealing with neuvillette, you can now disagree with those people.

As she rests her head in your lap right now, her arms reaching up to lazily wrap around your waist, you can safely say the white-haired woman is clingy. Against better judgment, your gaze drops from the wall to her, looking over her closed eyes and soft lips with nothing short of an annoyed frown on your face. Because, even in her most vulnerable and careless moments, she is still incredibly…perfect.

It makes you wonder how many years she must of spent making sure at every moment she looked put-together, and you could almost feel a pang of envy in your heart. Because when she held your hand in hers, or stood close to you in public, she never showed how desperate she really was. Because if she keeps her lipstick perfect and hair in place despite the bruising grip on your waist, nobody will ever know she is obsessed.

Ah. A new word to add your description of her. You lift your gaze from her back to the wall, and go back to thinking about what you were before. Which was her.

[sumiieon]

how do you tell people that you prefer queer ships because you're a queer yourself without them saying that you're 'fetishizing' queer relationships "why do you prefer shipping queer pairs?" because.... i'm...... gay?????? help?????? 😭😭😭