#makes my fucking heart do things I could never imagine irl

[lordofthemushrooms]

Fuck a zodiac sign, what Dragon Age romance are you sickeningly obsessed with. Which one makes your heart ache in the realest way possible.

[nanaslutt]

on my knees begging and praying for more perv! geto🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🛐🛐🛐

Some PervyRoomate!Geto (and 1 perv Satosugu) drabbles for you :3

contains: voyeurism, stealing, fantasizing, Gojo makes an appearance, degradation, p*ssy eating, cumming untouched, restraints, masturbating, handjobs, unprotected sex, slight somno, overall creep behavior... pls be warned

note: i do not condone any of this irl :3

MDNI

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Perv!Geto who stands outside your door and jerks off to the sound of you getting your brains fucked out by your latest partner. If he closes his eyes and squeezed his fist hard enough he can almost imagine he’s the one fucking you. He’s timing his thrusts with the slaps he hears on the other side of the door to immerse himself deeper into his fantasy; and when you cum- he cums all over his hand while his other covers his mouth to prevent any moans from slipping through his lip.

Perv!Geto who steals your dirty panties, shirts, shorts--anything at all from your dirty clothes hamper and holds it up to his face to smell your scent while he jerks his cock furiously with his lip pulled between his teeth. You're just in the next room over, he can hear you giggling with Shoko at something funny she said, the sound spurring him on as he imagines you're laughing at him, at how pathetic he is for stealing your clothes to jerk off. Of course, when he cums he makes sure to make a mess all over the garment before he throws it back into your hamper. Maybe one day you would go searching through your dirty clothes and find the present he left for you and teach him a lesson for being such a perv.

Perv!Geto who sucks your fingers into his mouth while you ride him because he's been waiting for so long for this moment and he needs to taste you. Your neck, lips, thighs, hands- anything. He would gag and moan around your lithe fingers when they hit the back of his throat, jolting around in his mouth from the roughness of your thrusts on his too-sensitive cock.

Perv!Geto who sits on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, his heavy neglected cock and full balls hanging freely in the air as you grip his hair from his scalp and roughly shove his face into your cunt. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his face flushed a gorgeous crimson color as you fuck his face while degrading him, telling him how filthy and dirty he is for being such a creep to his poor unknowing roommate (you). He would cum untouched with a pathetic whine into your cunt at your mean words, as he continued to suck and flick his tongue as he brought you to orgasm.

Perv!Geto & Gojo who FaceTime late at night to talk about all the filthy things they would do to you while they jerk off together. Sometimes when you aren't home they sneak into your room and jerk each other off on your bed, working each other up as they dirty talk each other about what you would do to them if you were here. "Yeah? You like the way they stroke your cock? Huh?" Gojo would groan as he twists his hand over Geto's tip while the dark-haired man has his eyes squeezed shut, pretending its your hand. "Yeah cum inside her Gojo fuck, she wants it so badd~" Geto would whisper as Gojo came all over your nice clean pillow. The two of them constantly plotted on how they would get you in their beds.

Perv!Geto who would sneak into your room at night and jerk off to your sleeping body only clad in tiny shorts that showed half your ass and a crop top that your breasts spilled out of. He never touched you, but he would get close, seeing how far he could test the limits before his cute roomie woke up to a face full of cum. He would jerk off right over your face, his heart racing out of his chest when you stirred in your sleep, the fright making him back up as he cums hard in his hand, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he tried to keep himself quiet.

Perv!Geto who would offer to stand behind you on the train while you wore a skimpy outfit so you didn't have to be pressed up against some olf perv. Little did you know he had the same intentions as them. He felt himself get hard as your ass bumped back agaisnt his crotch when the train ride got bumpy. He would pray for the time when you would lose your balance and almost fall so he could grab your waist in his massive hands to steady you. Your meek 'thank you Sugu' Going straight to his cock at how oblivious you were.

Perv!Geto who offered to sleep in your room to cuddle when your relationship ended. Who was he to leave you alone when you spilled the news to him with fat tears rolling down your cheeks, that made his cock twitch in his pants. He should feel bad about taking advantage of your vulnerable state right now, but how was he supposed to when your smaller frame was pressed right up against his body and his nostrils were filled with your scent from being smothered by your sheets? He wasn't able to stop himself from humping his hips into your ass when he felt your body relax agaisnt him, your breaths evening out as you slipped into dreamland while Geto used the friction of your soft ass to reach orgasm and cum hard in his pants.

Bonus: Perv!Geto who was more than happy to fuck you to back sleep when you awoke right when he released his load into his pants. Him getting off on you calling him needy while he fucked his next load into your cunt, not being able to stop himself from thinking how he wasted a perfectly good load in his boxers when he could've just woken you up and fucked it into your cunt as well :( How was he supposed to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you? You did break up with your boyfriend for him after all.

[kingadi97]

Everyone that head canons the men in jjk as sex gods will never not be funny to me because I head canon them as absolute losers and the only reason they pull any is pretty privilege. If these men were to exist irl I do not think they'd know how to interact with a woman (or any normal human being) at least normally (besides Nanami and Higuruma and maybe Takuma). Keep in mind I don't really read NSFW stuff so if my word isn't accurate do not take it to heart.

Realistically the only person who would pull is the people who've had contact with the outside world.

Nanami would get so many women but never accept because he's too busy working to even consider a relationship. Not only that he has such a sense of responsibility over the kids he's more concerned about them living rather than thinking about anything serious.

Geto could also pull but he hates humans and thinks they're all monkeys so he uses his pretty privilege to convince people to join his cult and scams the absolute fuck out of them. There's no way canonically this man would want to touch a normal person with a 10 foot pole.

Toji pulls but only when he feels like it other than that he's more concerned about money and trying NOT to give Megumi anymore siblings. I think he'd do a one and done situation.

Gojo has the looks and potential busy training teenagers and being important if he does pull it's similar to Toji where he just feels like it but even then it doesn't interest him. I just think Gojo would like the attention at least a little but his arrogance would probably make him lose points.

Choso also has potential but realistically when was the last time he interacted with a woman outside of Yuki? Like the man's been tagging along with Geto and his crew I don't think any of them have interacted with a fully human woman at least (also everyone making him so submissive is so funny to me).

Higuruma is similar to Nanami where he does in fact pull because he interacts with women like a normal person but is probably drowning in work (the man's a lawyer for christ sake) not only that but he's a genius (which I don't think people talk about enough) he could also pull but chooses not to.

Takuma has that cool factor so that earns him points and honestly in my opinion would be seeing someone if he wasn't a sorcerer I think that's the only thing stopping him.

These are my opinions again not to discredit people who do write NSFW imagines it's just funnier to me when I think about it realistically because it seems like everyone writes most of these characters as daddy doms and absolute sex gods but I think most of them wouldn't know what to do with a woman (or man I don't judge) being present in front of them.

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Twelve

( Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!Reader )

ORGASM DENIAL/CONTROL / LINGERIE / ROLE REVERSAL

Summary: After his kindness the other week, you think Will deserves a little treat.

Day twelve of @absurdthirst's Kinktober prompts list.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Mentions trying on clothes, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k

You were never one for shopping, everything was easier online.

A Saturday spent going shop to shop, fighting against the flocks of people doing the same with sounded like a weekend you’d rather forget, yet here you were. Your friend had dragged you out, mostly because she wanted to see you, secretly to get the gossip on what was happening with you and those guys from fight night.

Your lips were mostly sealed and what you did give her wasn’t nearly as juicy enough.

She was carrying a few bags whilst you were leaving empty handed, everything you tried on either felt weird or looked weird or both. This is why you preferred trying stuff on at home, without the unflattering mirrors, poorly lit changing rooms or the shop assistant knocking on the door to see if you were alright.

Until you caught something out of the corner of your eye.

She carried on ahead of you, only realising you’d ground to a halt when you didn’t reply.

“I haven’t seen you look at something like that since Santiago.”

“Huh?”

She chortled, “You look so cute when you’re confused.”

Standing next to each other, you gazed at the mannequin in the shop window. You never remembered a lingerie shop being here before though it gave that vibe of not just selling ridiculously pretty under garments.

“Why don’t you try it on?”

“I’ll just get it on—“

“This is not the kind of thing you order online,” she folded her arms, “trust me.”

You bring your attention back, biting the inside of your lip.

She sighed and grabbed your hand with a python like grip.

“Come one,” she hauled you towards the doors.

“Nooooo.”

You immediately gravitated towards the set you admired in the window, fingers flicking to find your size and just as you gave up hope, a shop assistant approached. She was mostly harmless and actually good at her job. When she asked what size you were looking for, you blanked, and she smiled and said she’d measure you up. Now you found yourself stood in a velvet walled changing room with matching furniture, twiddling your thumbs, waiting for her to come back with your size.

The knock made you flinched.

Opening the door, she slipped in and handed you the pieces.

“I didn’t know which bottom you’d like so I brought all three.”

“There’s three different types?”

She hummed, “You’ve got my personal favourite, the high waisted knicker. The thong which you know, always sells well and the crotchless. You wanted the garter too, right?”

You could only nod, the last option had thrown you.

Crotchless?

“Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll fix the bra straps.”

“Ok,” you say softly.

You could hear the conversation outside, your friend and the shop assistant making small talk at first - how was your day, where have you been, the usual until they started talking about you.

‘She’s not much of a shopper.’

‘Who is these days,’ the shop assistant says. ‘I much prefer online but this kind of stuff is risky, if you don’t know your size, it’s a lot of back and forth.’

‘That’s why I dragged her in here.’

‘I hope she likes it, that set will really accentuate her figure, it’ll look great on her.’

‘There’s definitely a few guys who’d love to see her in it.’

You wobble, bumping the door as you try to get a leg through the hole, too busy listening in on what they were saying.

“You ok?” Your friend queries.

“I’m fine, almost there.”

Closing your eyes, you take a few breaths before spinning on your heels, opening one eye. The image reflected had you instantly opening the other and your heart skips. You looked good, real fucking good. You exhale, pushing yourself up on the balls of your feet, imagining how you’d stand in heels. Clinging onto the plush walls, you turn to view the back and are equally as pleased.

All the boys would love this but you had one in mind.

—

You told Will you were going to freshen up about twenty minutes ago and you were surprised he hadn’t come to check on you.

The first five minutes was you, staring at the clean lines of the bag, a neat little bow sealing it shut. The next five was you gazing upon the set laid upon the black tissue it was once wrapped in, the emerald green colour rich. You spent the other ten minutes getting the damn thing on with delicate fingers, afraid that any brisk movement would ripped the mesh. When it was all on, you went to the mirror and adjusted your boobs just like the assistant showed you, it was the correct way apparently.

Back on the bed, you slipped on the stockings and hooked them into the garter before slipping on the pair of heels you hid in your weekend bag.

The nerves were starting to get to you, you wobble on your heels as you head to the mirror again. 

You didn’t get why you were so nervous, this was Will for fuck’s sake. You’re sure if you approached any of the boys in this lingerie, they’d fall to their hands and knees and worship you at your feet. Maybe that’s what it was, new territory, you were used to being the centre of attention but now, you were stepping into the spotlight.

You took a deep breath before checking yourself over one last time.

Heading to the door, you grabbed his robe from the hook and wrapped it around your frame. You step carefully, his robe gathered around your ankles as you go to find him.

He’s busying himself in the kitchen, back towards you.

You knew you could do this.

Treading carefully, you tiptoe to stop the clicking of your heel and hover behind him. You stretch your arms up, rubbing your hands before covering his eyes.

He drops the soapy dish in his hand.

“What have I told you about approaching us from behind?”

Not to do it, which hardly seemed fair because they did it all the time.

“I know, it’s jus—“

His other hand had snuck to your ass and he squeezed, a twitch in his brow as he felt the soft, thick fabric of his dressing gown.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

He gifts you another three squeezes.

You guide him away from the countertop and turned him round, still covering his eyes with your palms.

“Are they definitely closed?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You part one set of fingers to make sure, he was never one for lying. Bringing your hands back, you read his features like always he was pokerface except for the slight curl in his lips, you’d peeked his interest.

Grabbing the tea towel, you dry his hand before taking them in his. Yours were always so velvety in comparison to his even after soaking in the water for as long as they had, he knew they were rough.

Leading the way, you tug lightly and walk him out the kitchen.

You thought you had planned this but as you turn your head, looking at the living room, you realise this isn’t going to work. You needed to sit him somewhere where he could see you in full view and where you could stand so he would see you from head to toe. It’s as if he heard your mind working.

“What are you thinking?”

“I want to sit you down but I need the space.”

“Bedroom?”

“Hmm, I wanted somewhere different.”

“How about the office?”

“You have an office?”

“Kind of,” he shrugs, “it’s where I keep all my books, there’s a nice leather chair if that’s what you’re after.”

You make a move.

You’re met with a small room, the walls ladened with books and military paraphernalia, photos that you can’t wait to have a proper look at. You escort him to the leather chair and he makes himself comfortable as you go to close the door.

He can hear the clicks on the wooden floor, feel the nervous energy.

“You ok?”

You hum.

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Yeah,” you say in a sigh.

There you were stood in his robe though his eyes did fall on your shoes. He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, hands hanging loosely together.

“Now you’re just teasing.”

Your head drops as you giggle, cheeks blushing. You bring your head back up and scoop your hair out of the back, shaking it out of your face.

“I know I am but,” you begin to undo the tie. “I wanted to see your face when I did this.”

Shrugging off his robe, it pools at the bottom of your feet.

You hear his breath as his eyes roam across every part of your body, those piercing blues bringing goosebumps to your skin. His tongue whips over his lips as one of his hands reaches for the back of his neck, he tips his head to one side. Leaning back, he takes another peek, forehead creasing as his eyebrows raised. 

“Fuck.”

His smile buried into his cheeks. He threw his hand to you after he rubbed his neck.

“Is this just for me?”

You bit your lip, “Yeah.”

His reaction was better than you could ever have hoped for.

The goosebumps had dispersed and left a prickly feeling that warmed your skin, the knot you felt in your belly releasing, your arousal burning in your loins.

He beckoned for you to come.

You walk with purpose, exaggerating your hips, stopping when your pointed toes scuff the chair. 

Rocking forward, Will smoothes his palms over your legs and up your ass, sweeping over your hips and waist. He extends his thumbs, brushing over your breasts, nipples growing under their mesh containment. Moving to your back, he edges you closer.

His breath teases your skin, whiskers tickling as he kisses along the band of your knickers.

You sigh, your nails scratching his scalp as the kisses intensified.

The strain in his pants was becoming unbearable, his cock stiffening underneath. With one hand, he undoes his buckle and pops the top button, pulling the zip to alleviate himself. He does nothing else, desperate to touch your skin.

He flattens his tongue and licks from one side of your body to the other.

Your juices dribble, dressing your folds.

When he offers you some relief, you climb onto his lap, knees pressed to his hips. You settle so you’re face to face and bring your lips to his, two swift kisses before you push on his mouth, drawing the air from his lungs. You catch his moan in your mouth as you slip your tongue in and dance with his.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he pulls back.

Cupping his hands over your breast, he thumbs at your nipple until it grows puffy. Freeing it from the delicate fabric, he takes it his mouth and suckles, tongue swiping up and down.

Your head falls back as a cry rises from your chest.

He releases it from his mouth with a pop before doing the same with the other. His fingers run in the middle of your breasts and down your stomach, over your knickers. Sliding over your mound, he expected to be greeted with more material containing you. He chuckles when your juices coat his digits.

Peeling himself away from you, he lifts his hips and yanks his pants and boxer enough to release his heavy cock.

Licking your fingertips, you catch his precum and spread it over his tip, a shiver jolting up his spine as he reclines. You line yourself up and drop your hips, taking him in your opening. Your walls pulse around his bright tip before you sink further into his lap. He gives a satisfied sigh as you take him to the hilt.

You roll your hips in the figure of eight.

“That’s it,” you coo as his head rests to the cushion.

Placing a hand on his chest and the other on his thigh, you lift yourself up before coming back down with a gasp. You revel in his every grunt, every moan as you steadily ride his cock, the wet smack as you bounce from bare skin.

You rode until your legs began to protest.

After another stroke, you collapsed onto his chest, your hand releasing his top.

He’s still inside you, cock twitching as your walls constricted around him. His movements were sluggish but he manages to bring a hand to your back. He strokes you up and down, allowing you to breath.

“Shall I help us finish?”

He looks at you, smiling softly.

You nod in agreement, sweat clinging to your hairline.

Placing his hand under your ass, you lean forward and let him lift your hips up and down. You whimper as your arms wrap tightly around his neck, your chin resting on top of his head.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll both be cumming soon.”

With the new angle, his cock nudges that sweet spot over and over and though he promises you’ll finish soon, you don’t know how much more you can take. His breath is hot against your shoulder, lips showering it with kisses. The blood pumping through your veins fast and loud, you can only just hear him whispering praises in your ear.

Then he holds you steady, tip still radiating in your walls.

You know what’s coming, your fingers bury into his shirt and your eyes snap shut.

He thrusts, shoving his cock into you sharply.

You both moan in unison before he slips out before continuing back and forth at a relentless pace. 

Even with your eyes closed, your seeing stars, that burn in your belly heightening as you let out a strangled cry. Your legs are vibrating as he pushes you to the edge and helps carry you through your orgasm. His cock is trapped in your pulsating walls and with a couple more strokes, he coated them.

Your body slack above him and he drops his hip for you to lay.

There’s shockwaves as you try to settle, his strokes on your legs not helping. You feel his heartbeat slow against your chest, his breaths less staggered as you bring your attention back to the room.

There’s a moment of blissful silence before Will speaks.

“Please tell me you’ve got more lingerie.”

[naughtynoodle]

On the Edge - Part 2

Description: Gag gift from the Inner Circle takes an interesting turn.

18+ only

Modern!Azriel x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, exhibition, edging, adult language, unprotected PIV (don't do IRL), oral sex, breeding kink because I can't help myself, just some good ole smut

A/N: I love the thought of modern IC, like can you imagine the carnage they would reap? Minors DNI

Part 1 -> On the Edge

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"The higher the stakes, the bigger the reward Shadowsinger."

That comment is how you ended up in the stairwell leading to the top of the House. Your drunk friends didn't even seem to notice the disappearance of the pair of you.

Azriels chest heaved as he shoves you against the railing.

"Do you have any idea how fucking crazy you make me?" His face a mere inches from your own, your lips part slightly as you look up at him through your lashes.

He pulls you even closer to his body and you arch into his touch.

"You show up in this damn dress-" His hand hikes up the leg that was exposed from the slit of the fabric, "and of all colors, you chose blue. And not just any blue, my blue."

You gasp as his hand grips the flesh of your leg tighter.

"Maybe I did it to rile you up." You say and he growls, his hand moving from your thigh to cup your ass. His fingers toyed with the lace of your panties. "What are you gonna do about it?"

That was the only encouragement he needed, and he lifted you up so your legs could wrap around his waist. Your core made contact with his bulge and you moaned softly at the friction.

"Dirty girl." He grumbles, your face not even an inch from his.

"Would you like to find out how dirty?" You nipped his lower lip and played with the hair at the base of his neck. He suddenly slams you into the wall which makes you gasp and his mouth is on yours in an instant.

The kiss was hungry, it felt like all the tension that had been building between the two of you finally exploded. He tasted like the berry wine he had stole from you in the kitchen.

He grinds his hips into yours and you moan into his mouth, he feels deliciously big. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, very similar to your own heart.

"You better keep quiet." He murmurs into your mouth, you pull back slightly to ask him what he was talking about when you felt his hand in your panties. Your breath hitches in your throat as his shadows disappear with the vibrator and his fingers replace it.

You whisper his name and he captures your mouth with his own once more. His fingers lightly stroked your folds, teasing you. Your grip on his hair tightens and he groans into your mouth.

His nimble fingers find your clit and your hips jolt involuntarily. He chuckles against your lips and applies more pressure. Gods he was good with his hands.

You could still hear your friends talking and laughing in the other room, which added more excitement to this whole thing.

As if he knew what you were thinking, he sinks a finger into you and you throw your head back and gasp. His shadows creep up your back and neck and cover your mouth before angling your head back to look at him.

“What did I say about being quiet?” His dark eyes look into yours, “Do you want them to come out and find us like this? Hm? Find you pinned against the wall and gagged because you can’t keep it down?”

You clench around his finger and he smirks.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Letting them see what a dirty girl you really are.” You moan and nod, which seemed to please him because he added another finger and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He attaches himself to your throat, licking and kissing everywhere he touched. It was like he left a trail of fire across your skin, it was intoxicating. His fingers never once ceasing their slow but steady assault.

It was hard for you to stay quiet; one because he was so damn good, and two you wanted him to know how good he was making you feel.

You tugged on his hair and he detached himself from the hollow of your neck to look at you through hooded eyes. His shadows pull back from your mouth so you could speak and his fingers slowed and teased your clit.

“Either we go back to my place or yours.” You barely got the sentence out before you were winnowing, hoping that your startled shout went unheard by the rest of the group.

The room was dark, and smelled like Azriel so you knew he took you to his room in the House. You had been in here many times before- either before training, just sitting and reading in silence or tumbling in drunk and passing out.

This though. . . this was different.

You could barely see his outline as your eyes struggled to adjust to the lighting. Your whole body was on fire and you just wanted to jump his bones.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" His deep voice rumbles through the darkness as he uses his middle finger to tilt your chin up towards his face.

"Oh you know, normal people things." You voice was barely over a whisper and you could see his brow quirk up and a small smirk grace his lips.

"Yeah?" He asks and you grin and nod.

"Yeah, you know, like me being on my knees for you and letting you fuck my mouth." You smirk as you hear his sharp intake of breath before his grip drops down to your throat and he leans down closer to your lips.

"You think about this often?" His lips ever so slightly grazed yours and you have to fight yourself not to just crash your lips against his. So you just bite your lip and nod.

"I dream about it often. Of all the things you would do to me." You use your powers to show him the visions of your dreams.

You on your knees in every possible scenario; the shower, Rita's back alley, the forest floor while on a mission, and even you hanging your head off the side of the bed while he fucked your throat with no remorse.

He groans and his grip on your throat tightens.

"You want me to use you, sweet girl?" There was something predatorial in his voice and you nod swiftly, licking your lips. "On your knees." He growls and you drop down instantly.

Your heart raced in your chest with excitement and you kept your gaze locked onto his, even as he slowly unlaced his pants.

"Open."

It was a simple command you were happy to oblige and immediately you felt him on your tongue. He was as big as you suspected when you were grinding on each other in the hallway downstairs and it sent a zap of arousal to your groin.

He slowly pushed into your mouth, letting you lubricate his length with your saliva. His jaw was clenched as he kept his eyes on yours. The slow thrusts were consistent and his breaths becoming more ragged. You gripped his thighs on either side and squeezed them, letting your nails press into his flesh ever so slightly.

Use me, you were telling him wordlessly.

His hands tangled into your curled hair and he thrust all the way into your throat and his head drops back and a moan escapes his lips. Your eyes watered at the sudden intrusion.

He continued fucking himself into your mouth and soft pants sound from above you. You relaxed your jaw and throat as much as you could to accommodate him.

"Fuck, look at you." His voice was heavy and you moan around him and he curses under his breath at the sensation. Tears were running down your cheeks and your mascara was definitely ruined but you didn't care. You would let him use you any time, anywhere.

His pace picked up and his jaw drops open, his thighs taut under your grip. You flatten your tongue and let it run along the bottom of his shaft and he moans your name.

"If I had known you were so desperate to let me use you, I would've taken this hot mouth of yours long ago." His praises were music to your ears, and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

His pace picks up and his grip on your hair gets tighter and he grunts. Drool was sliding down your chin and onto your chest but you couldn't be bothered by it, you were too enthralled by the man in front of you.

Strings of curses flew from his mouth and his hips stuttered as he says your name. His cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed every drop. He pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air, your lungs screaming with relief.

Your rest doesn't last long before he is hauling you up and onto his bed. His shadows were swirling around him and he looks at you while you're still trying to catch your breath, his thumb lightly stroking your cheek.

"I want to taste you." He murmurs and you let out a light curse and he chuckles. His lips make contact with yours before moving down your chin and to your neck. He takes your breasts in his hands and kneads them roughly before running his hands down your waist. His warm mouth makes contact with one of your breasts that had managed to come out of the dress and you sigh.

The swirl of his tongue around your nipple makes you arch up into his mouth further and he lightly bites the flesh. His hands had managed to bunch up the fabric of your dress up to your hips and he pulls away from your chest.

Gods you were so beautiful beneath him, he thinks.

His attention goes down to your panties and he can see the wet patch staining the lacy fabric. With no regard to whether you liked those panties or not, he rips them off of you causing you to gasp.

A groan escapes his lips and he lowers himself to his knees before you and gives you a devilish look. You let out a shaky breath in anticipation.

He kisses your inner thighs and slowly makes his way up to your core.

"You smell devine."

You go to reply but then his tongue is brushing your folds and your hips jolt up. You were hyperaware of everything he was doing to you. He was still teasing, even though he was touching you.

"Azriel." You beg, voice soft and quiet.

He growls before slinging his arms over your legs and locking you down, yanking you further into his mouth. You let out a moan and your hands shoot to his hair, tugging on the strands.

His tongue felt like it was everywhere all at once and it was maddening. Every flick against your clit was torture, but it was good torture.

He could listen to you moaning for him for the rest of his life.

He feasted like a starved man and there was no way for you to escape him, not that you wanted to anyways. You needed more.

"Az, please- oh fuck!" You scream as his mouth closes around your clit, giving it a harsh suck. You were so close, so so close. Somehow he managed to flick your clit with his tongue while maintaining that suction and you cried out- falling over the edge.

Your grip on his hair was tight and he rode you through that high. Your legs were shaking as he pulled away and smashed his lips to yours once more until you were both pulling away gasping.

"You drive me mad. And now I'm going to ruin you." His words were dark and your head was spinning. "Is that what you want, pretty girl? Ruin you for everyone else but me?"

"Fuck, you have no idea." You whisper up to him and he smirks.

"Dirty."

He spreads your thighs wide so he can slot himself between them, groaning when he sees how wet you are for him. You use your powers once more to show him your dreams and his eyes snap to yours.

"Fucking ruin me, Azriel."

He growls and yanks your dress over your head and off of you so he can look at your body. Years of training, tattoos and scars.

You feel the head of his cock push into you and your lips part with a soft gasp. His dark eyes stayed fixed on yours, as if trying to memorize you.

He slowly pushed into you until he was bottomed out and you were moaning his name. His hands grab your hips and your legs wrap around his waist as he stays upright.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well." He feels your walls pulse around him, "I want to hear how I make you feel, don't you dare hide one fucking whimper from me."

With that he starts slamming his hips into yours and you cry out. He uses the grip he has on your hips to fuck you up into him, filling you to the brim. His pace was brutal and you loved it.

"Gods, you fill me up so good." You moan out to him and he grunts, hands tightening on your hips and in an instant he has you folded over with your knees next to your head. He relishes in your strangled gasps.

"You're gripping me so gods damned tight, like you never want me to leave this pretty pussy." He grunts through his strokes, jackhammering down into you. You shake your head and he grins.

"Already cockdrunk, angel?" He teases and you moan.

"You could fuck me every day for the rest of my life, and it wouldn't be enough." You say through hooded eyes and something dark snaps in him.

"You have no idea what you just got yourself into," He growls, "I'm going to use you whenever I want. However I want. And you're gonna fucking take it." He punctuated everything with hard, strong thrusts and you scream out.

You clench around him even tighter and he grits his teeth.

"Do it, use me. I'm yours, Az." You gasp out between breaths.

He fucks you harder and faster, growling. You were so close and so was he.

"I'm gonna cum in this pretty pussy, angel. It's mine."

Those words had you coming undone and you came instantly, crying out his name. He followed after you, cursing and burying himself even deeper into you.

You were both panting and shuddering, neither of you moving away from each other. You had dreamt of this happening between the two of you for so long, and it was better than you could have imagined.

"I can't believe we didn't do this sooner." He mutters, still trying to catch his breath and you let out a light laugh. His eyes look into yours and you clench around him purposefully and he hisses.

"Guess we'll have to make up for lost time, Shadowsinger."

It was well into the daylight hours before you two slept.

[taeyamayang]

CALLING THEM BABYGIRL

ft. miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, & iwaizumi hajime

ㅡyou tease them by calling them babygirl.

this is inspired by a conversation with an irl friend who finds it hilarious that i call hayakawa aki (chainsaw man) babygirl i mean, how can i not!! lol

tw: mentions/use of mommy, cursing, anddd nothing more ig. if there's anything let me know

(haikyuu!!, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers)

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Miya Atsumu

atsumu is a bit unpredictable

one time he's up for a teasing (he initiates most of the time) but other times he's sensitive and overly dramatic

hence, curious of how he would react, out of the blue, you try it

he sits across from you with his back facing you

and his lower body tucked under a wooden table as he pretends to participate in the online meeting of MSBY

you scream-whisper,

"hey, babygirl!" to get his attention

he twists his neck to side, wondering if he has heard something

(or is the meeting too boring hence causing his brain to imagine things)

but when you repeat it, he finally turns around, brow arching as if asking you if it was indeed you calling him

he doesn't even question the pet name, please 😭

and when you repeat the term of endearment,

instant regret flashes before your eyes

this is why we don't play with fire, folks

a cheeky smile clads on his lips and behind his foxy eyes is mischief

he's definitely up to something

his volleyball-filled brain has thought of something that will bring you to instant K.O.

thus, he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, supressing a growing smirk as he responds in a low seducing tone,

"yes, mommy?"

and just like that he renders your cheeks beat-red, floored, and caught of guard

he's enjoying it

he. fucking. enjoys this

he loves watching you internally scream and struggle to let out a single word

all to his doing

he leaves you wordless as he winks at you before shifting his attention back to the meeting as if nothing happened

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Bokuto Koutarou

bless his soul because this man has the most endearing reaction of all

in all honesty, if he isn't six foot something the bbygirl term endearment fits him so well

his pure heart, naivety, enthusiasm, and positive outlook in life is soㅡ

ugh, i want to keep him in my pocket!!

but, yeah, going back

when you called him a babygirl he shoots you a look beyond confised, head tilted to the side, and his lips protruding into a pout

he questions,

"i don't get it, (y/n). why are you calling me that?"

and when you tell him because he is your babygirl

he laughs at you like you're a standup comedian who had just dropped a punch line

and says, "you are the babygirl. i'll protect you from anything that could harm you and spoil you with everything i have. and i'll love you with the way you deserve."

he bends down to level his glimmering eyes with you

and adds affectionately, ruffling your hair gently and his smile reaches his eyes

"am i right, babygirl?"

i mean...

how could you noooottttt fsndgs%@&#^!!

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Iwaizumi Hajime

this one is a challenge

it's not like he dislikes pet names but the thing is

he doesn't want to admit that term of endearments make his stomach do backflips

so calling him a babygirl means trekking an unfamiliar path you don't want to be in

but still, you did

an absolute nuisance!!

he catches you on your first try, almost immediately because the next thing you know is that he's scowling at you

like you said a word he has never heard of that sounded nowhere near pleasant

"what?" he asks, eyes never leaving you

"i called you and said babygirl."

gulp

he's squinting his eyes on you now

but luckily he turns his head away and chooses to ignore his pesky other half

but that won't stop your teasing bc you're a lil shit

you repeatedly call him the nickname while lightly poking his sides,

"come on, babygirl. don't be shy and answer me with a polite 'yes'."

he counters with a strong flat, "no."

which, unfortunately for him, only gets you going

"go on look at me, babygirl. i know you missed me." your point fingers travels from his flexed bicep up to the crest of his cheek

a light tap was enough to bring his attention back to you however he keeps his mouth sealed

you run your thumb over his cheek and point out a lie in a whispering tone, "you're blushing. you like it when i call you babygirl, don't you?"

but a lie soon turned true as he feels his entire face heat up

iwaizumi hajime is embarrassed

damn you!!

as soon as you see the pink on his face, you burst out into a fit of laughter

only to be stopped when he says,

"we are over."

a joke, of course, bc your laugh is too contagious that he couldn't help but mask annoyance with a loving smile

you dramatically protest by lightly hitting his toned torso with your fist

"no! no! no! nooooo!!"

it is then iwa's turn to chuckle

he catches a flying fist with his hand before pulling you into an abrupt embrace

his chin rests on top of your head after giving you a peck on the side of your temple

"it's a joke but don't ever call me that again."

with the way he reacted, this definitely won't be the last of it

as usuallll rbs and likes are very much appreciated! thanks for reading, stay hydrated mwa! <3

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[fitgirlfemdom]

After reading the other guy's post that you published and your own about small dick humiliation, I wanted to tell my own story, and I hope you'll like it. Part of it is similar to the other guy. In my early 30s, I was a gym rat, and while I wasn't bulking up, I was lean at 160-165 lbs, and I was just shy of 5 inches. I started dating a girl and then a storm hit that knocked out power for close to two weeks, and between those two things, my gym days were over. Once my routine got throw out of wack, I never recovered. I'm in my early 40s now and weigh around 210-215 lbs (I've been in that range for a few years now), and I've lost nearly an inch of length. I'm barely over 4 inches now. Between the weight gain and the loss of length, sex sucks. It's a huge part of why I turned to gooning.

As far as my size, I've always known that I'm on the smaller side, but it didn't become a kink for me until OCT or NOV of last year. I actually used to post cum tributes for years, and never once got a negative comment on my size. Anyway, I was chatting with this girl on Discord and one of the things we bonded over was exhibitionism/public nudity. It's something I've never been into doing myself, but seeing girls engage in it is super hot, and she would tell me about some stuff that she's done, or we'd watch stuff together. One day, we're chatting, and I mention that I'm in my backyard. She asks for proof, so I send her a pic of my yard, and she tells me to strip. I was immediately turned on and there's a small area of my yard where I could get away with it without having to worry about any neighbors seeing me, so I recorded me stripping. My heart was beating like a jackhammer and I sent the video. Her first comment is, "damn, you have a small cock." I was absolutely crushed, and it broke something inside me. I wasn't expecting her to tell me it was the hottest thing she had ever seen, but I guess I was expecting a little bit of validation. "Nice job," or "I can't believe you actually did it," something like that.

Since then, small penis/dick/cock humiliation has become a major kink for me. I've had dozens of girls online degrade me after I send them a pic or video. I've gotten everything from laughter to mean comments to poor ratings. I have a few regulars that I chat with that are absolutely brutal towards me, and I love it. I reblog captions and use the #small dick humiliation hashtag on my blog. You mentioned in your post about a guy that jerks off with only two fingers, and I do that now. A couple of different girls have encouraged me to do it, and it feels so humiliating and looks so pathetic when I send them videos. At this point, two of my biggest fantasies are to experience SPH in a group chat, and IRL.

You had said that you wished more of your inbox messages were like that other guy, so I hope this fits that.

YES!!! MORE SMALL DICK INBOXES!!!

yes, for some reason, some of us girls find guys jerking off with only two fingers really hot in a pathetic way. it's mainly because it's how we play with our clits, and seeing a guy do it is like watching him wear heels and put on makeup--its so emasculating. i love it.

right now, all i need is a small dick <4in gooner on his knees jerking his little cock while trying his best not to "nnnghhh" and cum in 30 seconds in front of me. i need a pathetic gooner like that begging me to let him cum and calling me mommy while he does it. also i need a zero sugar smirnoff ice. preferably pink lemonade flavor. and maybe a cigarette.

imagine sending your pathetic dick pic to a girl and she adds you to a gc with all her friends, just so they can clown on you for being a degenerate pervert. imagine them sending audio messages, laughing and making jokes at your expense, asking with slight curiosity if you can even fuck anything with that. them asking if companies make condoms in that size, and if you're even fertile. imagine them thinking that's not enough, and forcing you to meet up with them IRL, lest they leak your unsavory pictures online. you get locked in chastity and forced to pleasure these girls for the rest of the night, whether that be through your mouth or your hands, while they spit and laugh at your pitiful dick.

that gives me an idea for a new post. AGHHH thank you for this

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replieeeees, also hey it’s Summer (just noticed that)

Anonymous asked:

WELL I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GETTING BLESSED WITH SAVANACLAW ROOK TITS TODAY

GOOD LORD I'M GOING TO MOTORBOAT ON THEM VROOM VROOM 😚😚😚

SURPRISE, ANON! Motorboat them to your heart’s content.

I am very happy that you liked Rook tits; it was probably very naïve of me to think that his nipple won’t be the main star of the drawing lol

Anonymous asked:

Planning on revisiting aus?

We might, but there isn’t any planning involved here; we just randomly remember about them from time to time and sometimes want to add to them lol

 I’ve sketched a comic for the mafia AU not so long ago, but we only posted it on ko-fi for now…

Anonymous asked:

More Lilia content when?

Hopefully soon! We have some new stuff with him, so it’s a matter of time... If everything goes well, you should see a lot of more stuff relatively soon. For now he’s also on ko-fi, being unable to post regularly has fucked up our posting flow really badly.

Anonymous asked:

I'm not exactly caught up on the Savanaclaw Rook stuff,

But that doesn't mean I don't have some pretty fun thoughts.

Like one I had while looking at that art you recently posted.

And I'm just imagining Savanaclaw Rook and Pomefiore Rook are in the same room, for whatever reason, who knows, and Vil walks in-

And Pomefiore Rook looks at Savanaclaw Rook-

And he just sees the hearts in Savanclaw Rook's eyes while looking at Vil.

And he knows that Savanaclaw Rook's already as hooked on Vil as he is.

Cause Rook just having an "on sight" moment when first meeting Vil is something I absolutely love.

:)

Awwww, this is so cute. At first I thought you were going to make a ménage à trios joke…

He absolutely had an “on sight” moment when he first saw him at NRC; and while I think it’s fair to assume that this isn’t Rook’s actual first time seeing him (being such a theatre nerd and all),  seeing him irl probably felt different somehow.

Looking at S!Rook’s reaction is probably pretty nostalgic for P!Rook.

No but really they really should hug Vil together and show him all kinds of love-

Anonymous asked:

Thinking nonstop about the characters being called daddy and master post,, it makes me imagine a scenario where Silver's sleeping around campus (probably because his father told him to so he could live a little) and someone asks him to call them daddy... He would be so confused like "???? I am not your son 🤨" save my boy LOL

Silver calling Lilia daddy or papa in bed would just end up being so cute 😭 Lilia stopping what he's doing and totally breaking his image as a cool and strict dom to be like "Eh?? Ehh??? You haven't called me that in years 🥺"

(this is about this post)

I am very happy you enjoyed that one, Anon!

Oh poor Silver lol Or should I say poor people who will never be the father that Silver loves dearly… even though this isn’t what they wanted from him at all. And these poor fools would think that the issue is that the word is too familial, and this is why Silver doesn’t consider it sexy. If only they knew…

Imagining Lilia dropping his dom thing to gush over his precious son being very cute and suddenly calling him daddy/papa is very funny though, he wouldn’t expect that at all. Despite being all kinds of cursed, for some reason  this is the one moment that Lilia would consider pretty wholesome… which only makes it even more cursed lol

Although to be honest it’s surprisingly difficult to imagine Silver calling Lilia anything other than “oyaji-dono”. Imagine Silver’s first word being not “papa” but “oyaji-dono” instead…

[sweetskullzy]

“Mrs. Katsuki Bakugou…”

Minors DNI/ soft smut & plot/ PT.1(maybe)

Kisses placed to your temple. He stirred. You knew your boyfriend had never done anything like this before. He hated being affectionate. But when you opened your eyes, your world was different than the shitty 2 bedroom apartment you had with your boyfriend in the city. Oh… oh no. It was a beautiful room. It looked like it was out of some sort of anime. You out your hand in front of you and it was different too. You were definitely different. You peered down towards the edge of the bed and saw a blonde man sitting on the edge of your bed. Your boyfriend was never a blonde.

Firey red eyes turned back to you. You knew that face. Your heart stuttered in your chest. Was this… Was this really happening. Your eyes widened and your chest started moving quicker. You watched this Anime before. The entire inside of you set on fire.

“Ba-Ba…Bakugou…?”

You say almost instinctively. The eyes furrow in your direction.

“The hell you just call me…?”

Something inside you stirring. You didn’t know what to call him. You damn near wanted to cry. Out of both frustration and joy. You never thought you’d meet him in person, or have the chance to be in his bed. Your mind running as he gets up and starts moving closer. Your face red with fluster as his body as an adult looks greater than what you could possibly imagine in the anime. But what exactly were you doing in his bed.

“Uhm~ Errrr~ fuck… Katsuki?”

“Try the fuck again”

The voice from him so low and reverberated off the walls of your head. You gulp as he tackles you. He starts to nibble on your neck. This was so confusing… you thought. He couldn’t possible be in a relationship with me, you tried to cope. You shake your head.

“Uhmmm… Boom boom boy…?”

Now you’ve done it. He bites a little harder on the opposite side of your neck. You wince a bit. But ultimately say nothing. He licks up the side of your neck and you can feel your panties getting wet. Your boyfriend was someone you loved with all your heart. Other human men were too annoying. But right now, you weren’t sure those things Existed and you were not sure what the hell was going on here. It was… fucking with your mind. You always told people who would listen your anime crushes. But never did you think that IRL you would actually get to meet one. Was this in real life. Everything looked different but this big guy is all over you and it’s not your imagination.

“Damn… What the hell did I do to my wife to make her call me anything other than baby or babe…?”

The way it rolled out of his mouth as he made his way on top of you and straddled you to the bed by your wrists. It made you want to submit right there… On the other hand your face turns stale with shock. Did this fucker just say wife…? As in… Marriage.

“Eh-…. WHAT?! Oh nooooo no no no no NO?!”

You damn near scream as he covers your mouth. His face looking at yours puzzled.

“Hey?! Quiet before you wake the damn kid and I won’t get to have my fun for… whatever this little prank is this time…”

Apparently you’re quiet the kidder in the relationship you have with Katsuki… At least that’s how it was in your mind. You got married to AND had a baby with an anime crush… even though when you went to sleep last night, it was next to your boyfriend of 2 years, with no plan of marrying him. Before the thought could really process in your mind, Katsuki Bakugou had his tongue in your mouth and hands on your body, rubbing it in all the places. You let out a small whimper and he knows he’s got you hooked.

“Mmmmm~ Now you’re gonna get to call me Daddy, Mrs.Katsuki Bakugou.”

He said mockingly. You blinked as his hands traveled, things started to heat up between you both and your mind wondered off yet again into the set of this is real because I can navigate all 5 senses… How the fuck were you supposed to live now or hell… even go back to your own reality…?

[mullettaegi]

incoming: another fucking voltron rant because i watched a langst edit and now i wanna cry😭😭

they did not take time. they did not slow that show down for a little bit. especially for lance. cause he did not getting a fucking moment to find himself again after he FUCKING DIED. we saw him homesick, we saw him missing his family, we saw him insecure about his position on the team, we saw him insecure about himself, but we never actually saw him go anywhere else but being sad. he really did get barely any character development.

and tbh i feel like in a way just all the characters didnt have a moment to slow down. and i know, i know, its a kids show, its about fucking robots for fucks sake, theyre in the middle of a war. which, yeah. youre right. but there couldve been so much more, for him, for all of them. what about them? as people, with feelings. where are there emotions. why is it only sadness and happiness and not the enitre confusing spectrum of emotion between. does pidge not feel lost after she finds her brother? yeah, hes back, but i bet she didnt imagine she would be fighting an intergalactic war, and now matt is too. she imagined family dinner, brother barging into her room, dad making corny jokes, house happier and full of life.

hunks family was put in a fucking work camp. he had seen this across the galaxy, zarkons army imprisoning people, making them work, killing them. did he imagine that for earth ? did he imagine that for his family? how the fuck did he cope fighting a war, anxious as he is? how did he cope at all?

shiro isnt even in his fucking original body. thats fucking weird. im not saying that in a rude way bc like yeah, organ transplants are a thing irl, and a major life saving thing they are ! but like, how odd it must be to have someone elses kidney or heart in your body. nevermind to have your entire soul and conciousness put into another body, you but not really you.

keiths life,,, dude probably just doesnt even give anything a second fucking thought anymore. but like, could they not have shown him showing some more emotion. fair enough if he doesnt always cry in the moment but rather late on, but you'd think seeing allura die, they wouldve at least put some tears in his eyes. he had fucking no one before he had voltron. only shiro, and even then he was alone for so long when shiro had been on his mission. you cant tell me he didnt want to think of voltron as his family. they bonded :(

and lance, gosh lance. i feel like, if we looks at this as it is, lance would be the character that people think back on and go "oh yeah, he helped me accept my emotions, he helped me become the best version of me and gain confidence in who i am". in the fandom hes seen as someone with big emotions that he wears on his sleeve, but also someone who will put everyone else and their needs before himself.

he's a story of self-sacrifice, quite literally. he's the story of sincere love, of casual admiration. he's the story of the most wonderful friend, of loyalty, of no, I'll step down because there's a cause bigger than me, and im not the one for the job when there's people like my friends and you on the team.

and no one wanted to explore that? no one wanted to see him do more than just, what? flirt and literally die and fall in love and barely find his place on team voltron? that was it for him. it shouldn't have been, but it was.

[sev-on-kamino]

Sev! Congratulations! You are killing it 💙

For the prompt, can I request Mayday, green, early morning, and either SFW or NSFW (dealer's choice)? Thank you for doing this, and for being such an amazing, fun, creative, and inspiring part of this community! You deserve all the best things!

Ahhhh, DJ!!! Thank you for being absolutely fucking wonderful on all levels🥹. I am honored and terrified you trusted me with your beloved Mayday, and I hope you enjoy this humble offering of 7 sentences from my heart 💙💙

warnings: unprotected piv sex (protect yourself irl pls), creampies, Minors DNI, nsfw or any other place you may happen to be when the notification for this comes through 😌

This is your favorite time of day when Mayday is home, as there’s enough light to see him, but not wake him, and you can imagine for a few glorious minutes that every day will be like this, that your lives are your own with no war, no pit in your stomach when your comm rings, nothing to take him from you except for time, and you could live with that.

It’s Mayday’s favorite time of day too, and he keeps his eyes closed and his breathing even to allow you to look as long as you like, knowing that, after a few moments, your hands will go wandering to trace his lips with your fingertips, to brush across his cheekbones, and down his nose, but you can never go too long before you slide closer, tossing one leg over him to settle on top of him, letting your covered sex rest over his cock, creating the perfect wake up call, as you look down at him like a queen surveying her kingdom.

His hands, calloused and warm, slide up your thighs to your hips, encouraging you to grind slowly against him, eliciting sighs and soft noises of anticipation, which he always builds up like an architect, whose favorite creation is your pleasure, and it requires monuments in its honor daily, and Mayday is nothing if not diligent in laying the foundation in the form his touch along your hips, over your stomach, to your breasts, that he cups with reverent hands, thumbs brushing over stiff peaks, causing your back to arch delicately.

Then comes the framework, as he removes the shirt of his you fell asleep in, and runs his hands over the newly exposed skin, always so soft beneath his hands, against his lips, leaving him craving more even when he has days more to indulge in you, but that’s what he loves about you, and he cherishes the ache in his chest in your absence, as it reminds him what awaits him, but it’s no time for such thoughts when he has work to do to satisfy you.

He lifts your hips to give you room to guide his cock to your entrance, laughing softly when you don’t even bother to remove your panties, but rather just tug them to the side before you sink down onto his length, your breath hitching at the stretch of him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, as he fills you completely once your ass has met his hips again.

It’s time for his favorite part, when the two of you move together, building up to that first blissful release before the dew has even settled on the tiny little plants accumulated on your balcony, before the birds have whistled their first notes, for Mayday likes the song he pulls from your body to be the first one he hears in the morning, and as your hips roll, and his fingers roam, he sits up, eager to press kisses to your heated skin, as his arms wrap around your body and pull you close, so you can feel his heartbeat against your skin.

You don’t hold back, seeing no need to be quiet about your enjoyment of your lover, and you let your moans dance into his ears, causing him to tighten his grip on you, encouraging you to move against him harder, even as he guides one of hands between your bodies to rub practiced circles over the little bundle of nerves that makes your walls flutter around him as he growls your name softly before ribbons of his cum coat your walls, while the two of you cling to one another and slowly descend from your high, and Mayday declares against your skin that it’s another perfect morning.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Let's gooo!

5,10,13,26 ....and 16 [because I'm in a selfish bitch mood right now lol sorry]

5. who do you feel most you around?

that'll be Danas when we're talking about irl, but I want to make a special mention to those who make me feel I can be me around online, because that's you and @foxyanon for sure. I've videochatted with you both for freaking hours and it cleanses my soul in the best way (that being said, you and I gotta call again sometime soon!).

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

I'm excited for the fic I'm currently writing (and taking my time with as I'm piecing it together) and I'm also excited for this Friday because Eivør's new album will be out! it's the little things, right? :)

13. what’s your comfort food?

past and chocolate, not together tho ;)

26. what movie would you want to live in?

Seven Kings Must Die. just so I can bang the beast of a man that my husband is. no shame.

16. compliment the person who sent you this number.

I will put this under a read more for you because...

oh I was waiting for this.

You know we hit it off as soon as we started talking on here, and it feels like I've known you forever at this point but.....

Girl you're a boss ass bitch, look at you!!!!! You graduated recently (I could never lmao) you're simply beautiful inside and out, and so incredibly funny, I think many may not even know exactly how funny you are. You are real and honest and at times raw, in the best way, and I fucking love that because we both are not hiding our struggles at all times and often let each other in on them, and that is why we are family at this point. You are one of the most trustworthy people I've ever met online and that's a big deal! I've told you stuff about myself/my life that has never come out which means you are loyal as fuck and we love that. You are so incredily strong and independent as hell too, which is such a great quality and you're a goddamn fighter too and you can't deny that. You are kind and warmhearted; your love for animals/cats is the best think ever and I know how vulnerable/emotional certain things can make you feel but that is also what makes you so so so beautiful because you have a HEART. You are smart (so damn smart) and so passionate about the things you love and that is so inspiring. You are always there when I need to vent about my mental issues and you have never judged me, in fact, I love how we never judge each other no matter what we tell each other (and we both know it's quite SOMETHING at times hahaha) and we are basically the same in that regard when it comes to a lot of things we witness online and irl or experience in general. You are always supportive and helpful (in so many ways, from helping me and Danas out irl to sparking fic ideas online!). You are openminded and creative and a dreamer, which is beautiful and I hope you will never lose that spirit because that is what makes you so you. You deserve everything and all the love in the world, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart and truly, I can go on for hours here but I will surely tell you about it more when we will finally meet later this year, and I can't freaking wait for that!!!!! I'm so grateful to call you my friend/sister and thank you for being in my life! I can't imagine not talking to you anymore like for real it would break my heart, let's not go there haha! I love you!!!

[flamingkorybante]

Any tips for finding the right people irl with whom to practice/do ritual/etc? I've always felt very confined to the internet with regards to religious/magical community and I've never found groups/folks I can really jive with in that regard.

I have a couple of thoughts, I hope they're helpful!

Do Stuff. Go to events, attend groups, try things that you aren't sure if you'll like or not! Go to in person stuff and virtual stuff! Join discord servers and facebook groups! Explore and see who you find there! There are a lot more weirdos in the world than you think and no matter what you want to do or make or be, I 100000% guarantee you that you aren't the only one.

If all the stuff that's available to you sucks, make more stuff. If you're feeling unsatisfied with the offerings other people are making, chances are good that you aren't the only one. Imagine exactly the event or group or thing that you want. What could you see on eventbrite or on the bulletin board at your local witch shop that would make you go "oh shit, I bet the people I'm looking for are there!" Get a really clear picture of that thing in your mind and then take a deep breath and make it real. You don't need any qualifications or permission to make there be a thing in the world that wasn't there before, and if you make the thing that would feel exciting to you, then anyone else who shows up has at least one thing in common with you, and that's a cool place to start!

Not everyone that you can do magic with already calls what they're doing magic. They might call it psychoanalysis, or sex, or BDSM, or LARP, or fiction, or poetry, or art, or critical theory. It's actually really fucking cool to collaborate with someone who is coming from a totally different perspective than you, but you can vibe with on a deep level -- they'll have ideas that would never occur to you, and vice versa, so you'll be able to get into some really deep shit! Don't stress out about terminology or discipline -- just follow the vibes.

Don't guard your heart a lot, but guard it a little. Not everybody that you want to practice with will want to practice with you, and not everybody that wants to practice with you is a good person for you to practice with. That's fine and good! Any time you notice that the fit isn't right -- even if it hurts -- it's a moment of beautiful power in that you are feeling present enough in what you want and need that you can sense the discrepancy between it and what's happening.

All kinds of monogamy are a trap. You're not looking for one person to be your spiritual everything, and in fact, if someone is trying to be your spiritual everything or tell you that they are, they're probably an asshole. You can do different things with different people. You can have spiritualism friends and sumerian polytheist friends and high protocol ceremonial magick infused BDSM friends and none of them diminish your connections with any of the others.

Be brave. I don't know about you, but I'm shy. Approaching someone I don't already know and inviting them into connection feels like everything about my life is hanging in the balance. But!!! That fear is not giving you good information. Acknowledge it -- thank it for trying to protect you -- and do not obey it. You may be surprised at how many people will blossom into curiosity and joy if you ask them "Hey, do you want to do some magic with me?"

[sapphic-girlfailure]

Here's a few q's for the unusual NSFW asks~

First set: 1, 2, 8, 14, 19

Second set: 6, 8, 21, 30

This or that: 5, 9, 12, 19, 20

Have fun!

First set:

1. What are the ideal nudes that someone could send you?

> I'm really not that picky, if you show me any amount of tits, ass, cock, or feet (especially with a low camera angle) I'll melt.

2. Have you ever humped a pillow until you came? Would you?

> Not a pillow but a plushie :3 (id definitely do it again)

8. Something you never did in bed and would love to do?

> Get laid lol

14. What body part would you worship on other people to the end of time because NGHHHH?

> Girl u already know the answer is feet. I'm such a fucking footslut

19. Would you be able to go full month just pleasing your partner daily, without getting anything back?

> I've survived 20 and a half years without having sex, what's another month if it means making my hypothetical partner feel good?

Second set:

6. What’s the most flattering thing someone’s said about your naked body?

> I haven't really got a good specific answer for this, it just means a lot to me when people call me pretty or sexy

8. What does your ideal one night stand look like?

> I don't really have one. One night stands aren't anything I'm particularly interested in at the moment as I believe my fragile little heart was not made for hookup culture. As horny as I am all of the time I want romance first and foremost.

21. What’s the best orgasm you had in past months?

> Roughly uhhh.... *Checks watch* 14.5 hours ago, while roleplaying a foot fetish scene via tumblr DMs.

30. Favourite thing to do when being dominated?

> I've never actually been dominated IRL but I imagine my favorite things would be worshipping the dom's body and being overstimulated.

This or that:

5. What’s a better gag? Panties or Socks?

> Panties are great and all but I'm literally such a freak for dirty socks. It's not even a competition.

9. Obedient sub or Bratty sub?

> I tend to much prefer being obedient. But brattiness has its moments for sure

12. Feet or Hands?

> Surprise surprise, I'm gonna go with feet on this one.

19. Worship ass or Worship feet?

> Emily was this entire ask just a plot to get me talking about my foot fetish? Because it worked

20. Mommy/Daddy or Master/Mistress?

> I prefer mommy over mistress but I don't feel super strongly about it.

[goron-king-darunia]

More thoughts about sad half elf

Honestly the d...d..door jail (sigh, I said it) makes me so sad in an indescribable kind of way, while he did fuck up with the demons thing, he was not planning to destroy the world, and a 1000 years of confinement in ONE room would drive anyone insane. I'm probably overthinking it, because fantasy stories rarely portray the sheer amount of trauma that sort of scenario would cause, and "sealed" characters just go back into the world and their inability to adjust to new technology / changes in society is often played for gags. Sort of like a "haha, boomer" kind of way except this man is from dozens of generations ago. But, holy hell, just imagine that sort of thing IRL. There would be no mind whatsoever left there after all that time. No soul. It's a fate worse than death to be honest, I think it would be a far better ending for him to die and at least be reuinited with Aster in this way. Hell, a thousand years in one place - he might even forget Aster. Forget everything, completely shut down mentally because no mortal can handle this kind of suffering :')

Furthermore, there's the whole ending up just like he began, completely stripped of freedom. From a forced labor prison to door prison with a summon spirit he will probably never be able to truly forgive. It's a full circle in the worst way possible and it makes my heart hurt. A lot. Doomed by the narrative to forever remain a prisoner, first to the prejudices of society, then to his own anger and sorrow, and then to Ratatosk in Ginnungagap, in a pitiful attempt to atone for his sins.

How long exactly is his lifespan though? Because the ending says the mana removal process would take 1k years, but half elves can also live about 1k years, no? So it might even be him stuck in there until he dies of old age. Absolutely gutwrenchingly tragic, thanks DotNW. Wow. Rude.

Been a little busy but yes! Door Jail is insufferable. I really don't think it's an apt punishment for him, especially because, if we believe the manga, his biggest blunder was at least partially circumstantial. I do think with fantasy logic, we're meant to believe he's just going to be fine after all this, somehow. He's serving his time as penance and then he gets a life after and somehow 1000 years of basically solitary confinement doesn't drive him insane. But by IRL logic, yeah. His prospects are grim.

I don't think he could ever forget Aster, even after all that time, but I can definitely see the memories fading to vagueness and dreams blending with memory, so the already idealized version of Aster that he remembers just marinates and falls apart to become some indescribable saintly image, half-remembered. A sort of "I feel deep affection for this person, but I can't remember their touch, their voice, their face, I can't remember the time we spent together. I just remember how they made me feel and I remember the stories in my head about them. And I can't even ask anyone which of these stories are real because everyone else that knew him is dead."

"Furthermore, there's the whole ending up just like he began, completely stripped of freedom. From a forced labor prison to door prison with a summon spirit he will probably never be able to truly forgive. It's a full circle in the worst way possible and it makes my heart hurt. A lot. Doomed by the narrative to forever remain a prisoner, first to the prejudices of society, then to his own anger and sorrow, and then to Ratatosk in Ginnungagap, in a pitiful attempt to atone for his sins."

I have thought about that a LOT, and it hurts me every damn time. Especially with the Tales of the Rays skit "Symbol of Freedom." Richter genuinely only felt free when he was with Aster. To the point where even as a grown man, he's really not sure what he likes or not because he's never been able to try things himself without Aster. And he only really had financial freedom, physical freedom, and the emotional freedom Aster afforded to him on that ONE JOURNEY where Aster ended up dead. So this man literally got, like, one taste of real freedom and then the world came crashing down. So literally, in Richter's own words, without Aster, he wouldn't have ever even stopped being a basement prisoner. Without Aster, he ceases being free. Half-elves theoretically live to around 1000 years old according to Marta in the skit "Strange Guy" in DotNW. So, either we assume Ratatosk's world-bending powers to control Mana can stall Richter's aging (not impossible since Cruxis Crystals do the same thing) so he gets 1000 years as a padlock and another 1000 as a shell of a man trying to find meaning in a world where nobody knows him, or he spends 1000 years as a padlock and drops dead.

Considering Ratatosk promises to set Richter free once the world is fixed, I'm pretty sure he has a way of keeping Richter alive. But we don't know how much aging, if any, he'll be doing during that time. Still. Given that Aster was Richter's reason to live, I can't imagine he's going to have a great time, even if he remains young and has a full 1000 years outside of the Ginnungagap once the world is fixed. Genuinely tragic man. Door jail seems like overkill. But I do simp hard for that poor man. XD

[andvys]

Okay, so I was asleep literally all day yesterday, so I'm catching up on all the ask replies and OMFG. My heart rate is going through the roof. (That could be the energy drink I had oops)

First off, holy crap Robin is the villain 😳 and she's going to spread lies. Please say it ain't so. (Not gonna lie. I kinda thought it would be Nancy for some reason) Please say Robin will definitely get a talking to and apologize to Blondie and become bffs. Please

"oh they will both suffer but only one of them will be told those lies"

So what lies are we talking about? Is she going to tell steve some made up bull about seeing blondie with another guy? Please say it's nothing harmful to either steve or blondie right?🥺

'the softest villain to ever exist until she gets extra mad"

Mad? Extra mad? Mad at what Andy?

"okaaay but I'm totally ready for steve to be fucking pissed at robin after that, because I just know that she's gonna cause some problems now."

Same anon, and I'm freaking terrified

""Will Robin be the one groveling when she takes things too far?"

"nope""

Nope? 😤 she better be groveling i-

"I luvvv robin don't get me wrong but I may have to square up with her"

Same anon

""I get wanting to protect your best friend, but damn won't blondie feel betrayed by someone she thought was a friend when she learns about Robin's lies?"

"definitely""

Noooo I'm not ready for that heartbeat 😭

Also can't wait for Max, Eddie & Lucas to defend blondie against the whole "incapable of love" thing i just know they're gonna go off🙃

"it's gonna be so nice when robin finds out about her feelings and when Eddie finds out about Steve's feelings 🤭"

Eddie & Robin be like

""We've read them screwing but I can't wait for blondie and steve to make loveeeeee❤️❤️"

"you will love the next chapter then 🥰""

Andy the anticipation I'm feeling for the next chapter has sky rocketed!!!

""Who will find out blondie's true feelings first, Steve or Robin?"

"what if they find out at the same time? 🫢""

Girl I-

"do you wanna see more of her being all sweet and clingy with him?🤭🤭"

Yes👏🏻 the 👏🏻 heck 👏🏻 we 👏🏻 do👏🏻 (please and thank u🫣)

"YEAH Nancy would talk some sense into Robin if she knew about the whole thing and she'd defend blondie!!!"

Oh thank God I never doubted you Nance (literally thought she would be the villain but 🤫)

"I kinda wanna reveal something about dwoht but I don't wanna spoil but I'm so gidddyyyyyy"

Do it!

"Blondie's sister knows. Eddie knows. Robin knows.

And someone else knows too"

It's Lucas it has to be everything he hints to is a little to on point.

Anons ask saying how everyone supports except Robin is so hilarious to me because I can totally see Argyle bring out a "celebratory" blunt out😭

"someone tell me what it's like to be in love cause I genuinely don't even know what it's like to crush on people I know irl"

Same girl same

""I wonder when max find out if she hasn't already to some extent. I can imagine though that when she does she would give Steve a good talking to about not breaking her "big sister's" heart or he will have her to answer to."

" oh she would definitely have a talk with Steve about it 🤭""

Nail bat and all 💅🏻

"Steve HAS to defend his girl at some point!!!"

He better 😤

"Steve is gonna be so emotional when he finds out the truth"

"Also, Robin won't tell Steve any lies👀"

Andy wha- so is she going to tell blondie lies I-

That's all my heart can take right now, but I'm so really to read the rest of dwoht🫶🏻

PLEASE ALL THESE REACTIONS HAD ME GIGGLING 😭😂

Eddie and Robin will actually be that shocked pikachu meme

you think Lucas knows huh? everyone else thinks its him too 🤭

and Max threatening Steve with his own bat? we'd love to see that

I'm so happy you're enjoying this story so much 🥰