#male lies

[emtrobarasalaplatja3]

[sharkenedfangs]

— ☆ “YOU REALLY ARE A FREAK . . . KYLAR .”

promise he didn’t mean to stupidly jack off to you , it was just hormonal urges acting up, yeah.

Fuck, underneath this thin layer of pure impulsivity, he’s undeniably aware that he should’ve stopped things here the second it escalated— Hastily shut off the cheaply recorded clips hazily shown back towards him by the dimly lit monitoring of his screen. He had his tell-tale suspicions secretly simmering deep within, yeah, lil’ freak here knew you weren’t necessarily the most loyal of people ‘round town. Didn’t mean his skittish eyes to instinctively seek yours out in a crowded room, hidden amongst the numerous people he’d usually glance over in bare disinterest when in search for your own recognizable frame. A harmless crush, he’d initially call it to soothe the lurking urges annoyingly gnawing at the back of his mind, repeatedly whispering to him the instinctual need to fervently possess you further, sweetly leave his fair share of littered marks all around your unblemished skin so that the town may notably take notice of your cherished bond.

Still, this is— this is so fuckin’ unfair, y’know?? How dare you merely prove your brazen disloyalty to him time and time again and here he is, curled fist stubbornly snug around his leaking cock, tacky globs of pre-cum profusely dribbling out of his swollen slit as if he’s not crudely getting off to the sight of you— you, fucking getting your whorish boy hole ruined by another person. Desperate bucks of his hips, jeans carelessly slung down to his ankles below, rest of his sticky with cum underwear probably thrown somewhere along the scattered mess in his room. It’s sick, downright vile and he knows it, but fuck— it has started off with a familiar scowl making its way past his normally soft features when faced with your usually placate room devoid of anyone else but his watchful eyes carefully taking in the sight of your snoozing frame comfortably tucked away under the woollen covers.

Except, you’re not truly alone and ah, here goes.. Robin? Seamlessly sneaking himself into your room instead, not him, but that fucking friend of yours constantly sticking to your sides at school, outside of there too — yes, he’s checked, no he’s not a creep for it! — Affectionately nosing along the crook of your neck, muttering out wistful words, he, himself cannot possibly hope to discern considering his— well, namely cheap equipment he has to forcibly deal with, here. Subtle brush of your best friend’s palm sneakily disappearing underneath the thick blanket, though he can barely make out the outline of his hand dizzyingly slipping its way past your boxers, probably.. hah, feeling your cute cock up, sticky mess pervertedly staining the material already. The little, heated sighs collectively tumbling forth from both of your lips, discreetly obscured within the dark corners of your narrow room shouldn’t be affecting him this much. Yet, it is as proven by the burning flush heating his cheeks, teeth instinctively digging into the rosy flesh of his bottom lip. Inwardly seething at the pure display of love intimately being shown to him — without your aforementioned knowledge too, by the way — and that his cock itself is painfully reacting to it, stupidly tented against the front of his ripped jeans, craning his neck closer as if it might magically allow him to see your movements beneath.

Don’t need to wait all that long for it since you decisively do the honours for him of course, or unfortunately Robin here, whose hands and lips are busying themselves all over your originally untouched body. Supple fingertips coyly caressing rhythmic circles along your hips, thumb lovingly circling around the edge of your hot, drooling tip freed out in the air. Relishing in the hitched gasps, slightest shivers of your curled frame snugly pressed against his, adorably pleading for more with a needy whine of his name. A name, name that should be Kylar’s — not his. Repressed freak frustratingly chewing at his chipped nails, gaze not leaving your glazed over eyes for the briefest of seconds in favour of freeing his fat, throbbing cock from the tight of confines of his pants. It’s— It’s not bad! He’s just helping himself because at the end of the day, he’s nothing but a man too, just like you. A pathetic loser who’s wracked in a mess, stupidly fisting his cock at the bare sight of your figure being sinfully defiled by your best friend hidden beneath the haphazardly spread sheets. Swollen, pink nipples shown out in the cooling air for his eyes to breathlessly take in, soon also taken by Robin’s mouth hungrily latching onto one of them. Audibly suckling on the perky buds with noisy sucks, relishing in the muted gasps gradually being drawn out of you. Noticeable scrunch of your face, timid grasp finding its way entangled along the soft strands of your best friend’s hair in a shy mewl for more cuz’ shit, it must feel good, right?

He could make you feel way better than that, promise! Though that’s the very last repetitive protest on his blurring mind, dumbly shut off as he jerks himself off. Slippery slides of his palm gliding along his cum coated length in an audible squelch!, rhythmic up-and-down motion of fisting his cock raw against his palm, furiously humping upwards in time with each controlled thrust of Robin on the other end. Hah, wonder what you’d do if you truthfully knew what he’s currently doing, how that precious owl toy gifted to you on that faithful day wasn’t for innocent intentions and all that, wasn’t to kindly look over you to make sure you’re always at ease. He means, it is! But, not necessarily that, no— in fact, it’s for opportunities like this. Like a pervert, he’s shamelessly getting off to your tight, little fucking hole being stuffed full of your best friend’s fat cock, bobbing dick cutely swaying between the tantalizing spreading of your thighs. Legs deftly locked around Robin’s hips in a tentative beg to keep going! and feels so fuckin’ good! and oh, how he wishes he was the one stupidly balls deep inside of you. Subtle arch of your back, peppered kisses being repeatedly planted against your pouty lips, lolling tongue and rolling eyes and fuuuckkk—- it’s the second you make immediate contact with him, maybe not out of purpose. No, definitely not, but the split second of eye contact you both share, slightest flicker of your gaze settling upon the owl who’s flickering camera is blinking back, recording this all — that has his hips stuttering, head impulsively thrown back and whiny moans hurriedly spilling past his open lips as hot spurts of his sticky seed spurt out of his cock and into the air. Stiffening limbs wracked with his orgasm, quivering legs sat atop his creaking chair all the while milking every last drop of his cock, till it uselessly dribbles out in pitiful droplets onto the ground.

Ah, look at the effects you have on him that he embarrassingly enough, cums so quickly from a mere glance of your eyes in his direction. And really, how he should be properly blaming you for the coated mess on his wooden floorboards which he should be currently cleaning right about now, lest his parents find out again. Truly, he should probably go and.. grab a wet rag now.

..And some tissues for later.

[mayonness]

Otome Isekai x Text Post Meme

(Originally posted this on r/otomeisekai, but I'm posting it here too on someone's request)

[specialgrades]

Not really a request but what are your headcanons on the JJK men's dick sizes?

OHOHO cracks knuckles i can do that. going full in like nanami should be in me rn dick-scriptions time

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna, choso, atsuya kusakabe

GOJO SATORU : a bit above average, a good 6.5 ~ 7in. slight curve upwards. a good 2.5 ~ 3.5in thick. pretty pink flush on the tip, shaft a few shades darker than his skin tone. cut. carpets match the drapes of course, he keeps it trimmed. fun trail tell me i'm wrong (i'm not). super sensitive vein on the underside. sensitive thighs too. grower.

GETO SUGURU : honestly, average cock size. he rounds up to five inches but we all know it's 4 3/4. two inches thick. like gojo, a nice pink flush and a few shades darker. no curve. for sure has a piercing, prince albert probably; silver jewelry. uncut. not a jungle, mildly maintained. sensitive head, especially with the piercing. shower.

NANAMi KENTO : nothing overwhelming, though still impressive. 7.5in long, 3in thick. cut, duel toned because of it. top half is more pink than the rest. short trim. curve to the left. right under the head is the key, he'll bite back a really embarrassing noise if you focus there. grower.

TOJi FUSHiGURO : i pray for y'all toji simps for real, cause fuck. 8.5in easy. 4 inches thick minimum. man built like a tripod. uncut, darker with red undertones. upwards curve. jacob's ladder. three of 'em. this man doesn't shower i'm so sorry. two prominent veins when you pull back the foreskin, sensitive but he'll never show it. shower.

SUKUNA : i pray for y'all as well. find a pringles can. it's bigger. ten inches long, four inches thick. curves upwards and a tad to the right. cut, pale so it gets a nice flush. his tattoos make an appearance, wrapping around the shaft a few times. grower thank god.

CHOSO : average length, 5.5in but thick. four inches. curve to the right, uncut. darker than his skin tone by around four shades. not super trimmed, a delicious fun trail leading to a mild bush. mildly sensitive head, though go for his navel and you'll get a lovely show of him getting all breathy and twitching. shower.

ATSUYA KUSAKABE : i've only just met this man but i want him. carnally. so... six inches in length and 2.5 in width. cut, duel toned though you can't really tell until he's flushed and the top half goes a pretty dark pink. like choso, tasteful amount of hair with the fun trail. one prominent vein that's sensitive, under the head too. grower.

[shrowded-eng1ma]

Flirty Intro Dialogue’s

Characters; Kitana, Sindel, Li Mei x oblivious Gn!Reader

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Kitana

Kitana; How could you be an earthrealmer with the looks of a Edenian?

Y/n; is… is that a pick up line? Even Raiden can do better.

Kitana; I may be a princess, but I’m also a woman who knows what she wants - and that’s you

Y/n; wait, isn’t Mileena the princess? Royal words are confusing.

Kitana; When I look into your eyes, I see a future where we’re unstoppable together

Y/n; why? Is outworld and earthrealm having a 2v2 tournament? Could I get Jade on my team?

Kitana; Just as my fans return to me, my thoughts keep returning to you

Y/n; oh crap.. look I apologized for taking your wine! I thought it was mine…

Kitana; Just as my blades are sharp, my attraction to you is equally cutting

Y/n; um… please don’t cut my limbs off?

Sindel

Sidnel; I’m the Empress of Outworld, and you could be the king of my heart, if you dare

Y/n; hey, Johnny said that too! I didn’t think you’d get along…

Sindel; You must be a powerful enchantress because you’ve cast a spell on my heart

Y/n; no I’m a copy ninja

Sindel; Just as my hair flows, so do my feelings when I’m around you

Y/n; um… I’m sorry for taking your daughters wine?

Sindel; Just like my scream, my heart skips a beat when I see you

Y/n; your.. screams skips beats?

Sindel; would you care to accompany me to my chambers? I have some-

Y/n; Nooo thanks. Tanya and li Mei would kill me, heir like.. really protective of you.

Li Mei

Li mei; Your smile could rival the sunrise in Outworld

Y/n; really…? No wonder my jaw hurts when I smile.

Li mei; Just as I fight with determination, I’m determined to win your heart

Y/n; I-I think I’d rather NOT have my heart ripped out of my rib cage.

Li mei; If we were in a Mortal Kombat match, I’d choose you as my tag-team partner for life

Y/n; wait, so what kitana said was true?! We’re having a tag team battle with outworld!? Sick!

Li mei; Meeting you feels like finding a hidden treasure in the depths of Outworld

Y/n; you have time to go world exploring?

Li mei; Just as I’ve trained in martial arts, I’m ready to put in the effort for your heart

Y/n; please don’t kill me, this is just a spar… right?

[rv3rblog]

alpha!gaz who’s your childhood best friend, the two of you dancing between the line of courting and just friends

alpha!gaz who scents you before the two of you go out for a night, under the impression that he’s doing it to keep you safe and to make sure you don’t get any unwanted attention

alpha!gaz who holds you close before he leaves for deployment, scents you deeply to make sure you still smell like him before he leaves

alpha!gaz who purrs appreciatively when he gets a care package from you while deployed and sees you put in a pillowcase for that smells like you

alpha!gaz who sends you letters every week and vice versa

alpha!gaz who talks about his sweet omega waiting for him at home to tf141

alpha!gaz who calls you one night, drunk off his ass, whining about missing you like a pup

“mm, ‘m jus’ miss you darlin’ my pretty omega, miss you so much. wanna scent you, wanna smell like you too. mm you’re my omega, my pretty one hm?”

alpha!gaz who pretends he didn’t basically confess to you and is grateful you don’t bring it up (even if you’re dying to bring it up, want to know if he meant it)

alpha!gaz who comes back home to you and you’re slightly distant and he won’t have that. he corners you, asking you what happened and what’s wrong.

“did someone hurt you love? someone do something to you?” he asks as he holds your face in his hands.

you try to pull away, try to keep some distance between you two because gaz always read you so easily, always knew when something was wrong.

“love?”

alpha!gaz who watches as tears gather in your eyes as you try pushing him away, overwhelmed by your own feelings. you snap at him and tell him you don’t appreciate being led on, that it isn’t funny anymore, that it was never funny.

alpha!gaz who scrambles for a way to tell you that he’s into you, so deeply in love with you.

alpha!gaz who watches you calm down and look at him.

alpha!gaz who takes you fully into his arms, scenting you calling you his omega.

“always called you mine,” he mumbles against your neck. “my pretty omega, all mine.”

you stay there in his arms as he continues to scent you, your eyes fluttering close at the contact.

“lemme court you properly yeah?” he whisperers. “wanna show you i can be a good alpha, good for you.”

alpha!gaz who brings you flowers everyday and handmade gifts once a week

alpha!gaz who gives you his clothes more freely now that he’s courting you, wanting you to always smell like him

alpha!gaz who scents you every time now, wanting everyone to know you have an alpha

alpha!gaz who likes smelling like you too, lets you scent him and smiles appreciatively when he goes on with his day smelling like his sweet omega

just alpha!gaz :p

[yakeisoda]

[bumblesimagines]

The Torment of Loving

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Jordan's broken the first and most fundamental rule of becoming friends with benefits with someone: falling in love. Now, they have to deal with the consequences.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Gen V warnings, mentions of disapproving parents, drug usage, sexual content, Jordan pls get a therapist jordan pls, falling for the fwb trope, implied unrequited feelings

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There was nothing Jordan Li hated more than not having control over their feelings. 

It reminded them all too well of the trapped, suffocating feeling of being around their scrutinizing parents. They loved them, just as long as they remained in the body they'd come out of the womb in and just as long as they remained pitch fucking perfect. Their grades, their clothes, their popularity, anyone they showed a smidge of interest in. It all had to be perfect for their parents otherwise they'd spew a big lecture that'd sucker punch the air out of their lungs and make tears spring to their eyes when they listened to the disappointment dripping off their sugar-coated tones.

So, when that suffocating feeling reared its head again and slithered around Jordan's chest, constricting their heart and making their blood buzz, they despised the reason for it. They despised the out-of-control sense that filled their head and the fact the cause of their newfound troubles wasn't over their parents or losing points or getting a bad grade on an assignment. It'd been over a goddamn guy. 

A guy who, more often than not, had them listening to his every word as if he were a preacher speaking to the most loyal devotee; a guy who could make their heat warm and ears dust with soft pink despite the playful scowl on their lips; a guy who could make heat shoot right to their gut and make them weak at the knees with just a few teasing words. Jordan found it embarrassing. Andre and Luke enjoyed teasing them over their frat boy-like tendencies, and yet there they were, acting like a little high schooler with their first boyfriend; and they weren't even a couple.

(Y/N)'s half-lidded eyes skimmed the label on one of Jordan's foundation bottles, the blunt they'd been exchanging hanging loosely from his lips and filling the air with the smell of weed. Jordan watched him from their spot on the bed, limbs sprawled out and head resting back on one of the soft pillows.

"Bet you don't even use all this shit." (Y/N) murmured, tugging the blunt from his lips and exhaling the smoke into the already semi-clouded room. For whatever safety concern the school deemed necessary, the large windows in each dorm were permanently sealed shut, forcing them to either keep the door cracked open and risk a staff member catching them or deal with the smoke until the vents took care of it. 

Jordan merely hummed, more focused on how (Y/N)'s sweatpants hung from his hips, only needing a careful tug to slump down his legs. Their lips slowly curved into a lazy grin at the knowledge, their eyes dragging back up until they found his face once more. The glass of the bottle clacked with the desk of their vanity when (Y/N) set it down, his legs bringing him back toward Jordan to offer them the last hit and head finally turning toward him. 

Out of instinct, Jordan morphed into their femme form and sat up in their bed, the shirt and briefs they'd been wearing feeling slightly baggier against their body. They wrapped their lips around the blunt, dark eyes ensuring to hold eye contact with him as they inhaled deeply. (Y/N) chuckled and shook his head, setting the blunt aside on the cigarette tray on the nightstand. Jordan exhaled the smoke, the buzz in their head making them hyperaware of almost everything; from the way the sheets rubbed against their skin to the subtle yet audible beat of (Y/N)'s heart. 

"You're a pain, Jordan." (Y/N) said with a soft sigh, tone teasing yet with a hint of exasperation. "You've had an attitude all day and then practically drag me in here the minute school ends." 

Jordan shrugged, unable to find an excuse for their hot and cold behavior. They'd woken up tired from a night of tossing and turning whilst they'd argued with themselves about their feelings toward him. By the time the sun rose, they'd finally come to terms with the fact they were indeed agonizingly head over heels for a fuckbuddy. Their irritation from lack of sleep and bubbling anticipation mixed with jealousy when (Y/N) chose to sit beside another classmate instead of them, only intensifying when Jordan watched them flirt the whole damn class. They couldn't help it; lashing out was their biggest defense mechanism, and apologizing never came easy to them. 

"You like my attitude." Jordan grinned and slumped back into the pillows, their hand raising and fingers wiggling to beckon him closer. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, his knee digging into the mattress and making it creak softly as he reached back to slip off his shoe. He did similarly with the other before carefully toppling on top of Jordan, forcing their knees apart. (Y/N) released a low noise, his head tucking itself into the space between their neck and shoulder. 

A twinge of longing struck Jordan, their eyes raising to stare at the ceiling above them. Relationships had always been shaky ground for them, a thin tightrope with a long drop into heartache below. They'd suffered plenty of rejection from their parents, especially their father who always hoped his 'son' would return to him. It was ironic, in a way, how much everyone longed for their masc form but they only hooked up with (Y/N) in their femme form. It was automatic for them, really. Guys preferred her and girls preferred him, but no one ever wanted both. Besides, the only time they'd ever seen (Y/N) show interest in a guy had been during a dumb drunk game of spin the bottle where he and Luke had aggressively made out to the amusement of everyone, including Cate. 

"Your heart's beating really fast, J." (Y/N) yawned, breath fanning against Jordan's neck and making the hair on their body rise with goosebumps that quickly followed. He lifted his head, the lazy smirk on his face a signature look of his that Jordan had grown to look forward to each day, even if it meant rolling their eyes excessively at it.

"Yeah, 'cause-" 

Jordan sighed blissfully (something that made their cheeks warm with embarrassment) when (Y/N) cut off their snarky response with a kiss. Slow, and lazy, the sort of kisses that'd typically have Jordan scoffing and wanting something quicker. Kissing was intimate; the quicker and rougher, the less room there was to allow anything other than the feeling of desire to form. That ship had long sailed for them, though. (Y/N) gently dug his teeth into Jordan's bottom lip, his fingertips slipping beneath the gray tank top and slowly sliding around their stomach. 

"Tease," Jordan hissed, pulling their lip free when a trickle of saliva threatened to slip from the corner of their mouth. (Y/N) only chuckled in return, his wrists forcing the hem of the shirt upward until the shirt was bundled right above their newly exposed tits. The smirk returned and his head lolled to the side as his fingers massaged the underside of their breasts. Their chest began rising and falling with rapid, expectant breathing. "You're suck a dick, (L/N)." 

"It's fun watching the all-mighty Jordan squirm." He answered with a teasing coo, and the thought of shifting crossed their mind but they quickly shoved the urge away.

They enjoyed a good wrestle with (Y/N) before anything sexual began, and as much as they liked the idea of having some sort of upper hand during, they simply couldn't risk making him uncomfortable. Being rejected when their heart skipped every time they locked eyes simply couldn't happen. The very idea of it made their heart lurch and throat tighten with unease. 

Before their thoughts could drag them out of the fun, they huffed at him, "Come on," They groaned half-heartedly, as if the way their hips rolled came from anything else other than the kneading and massaging. "Get on with it al-"

A sharp, hissed curse escaped them, head digging back into the black pillow case as their mouth fell open at the combined sensation of (Y/N) latching onto one of their hardened buds while simultaneously grinding against them, the fabric of the briefs pressing against their heat and leaving a wet patch behind. Jordan's blunt nails dug into the back of his shirt, fingers curling and threatening to shred the shirt at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling around their nipple, a strangled whine falling from their lips when he dragged his teeth over it before swiftly switching to give the other attention. 

"Jesus," Jordan exhaled, cheeks ablaze and hazy mind struggling to focus on not losing their grip and accidentally shifting. They'd always been used to being the one making others squirm and flush prettily but they hardly minded giving up some control and allowing themselves to act like a pillow princess. 

(Y/N) released them with a soft pop and drew back to admire Jordan's heaving, saliva-covered chest with a satisfied grin. He grasped the collar of his shirt and tugged it off, giving it a brief check over any tears. "I still can't believe you tore my shirt, J." He muttered with a light huff and Jordan giggled at the memory. 

"I bought you a new one, you fucking crybaby." 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes and tossed the shirt aside blindly, leaning down to press a kiss between their chest before littering kisses down to their abdomen and below their belly button. Jordan raised their hips when he tugged at the waistband of the briefs, their face no doubt flushed red as he peeled the briefs down their legs and arched a brow at the evident wet spot. Jordan lightly kicked his thigh when he snickered, their eyes automatically rolling. 

"Not that I'm complaining," (Y/N) started, letting the briefs fall on the floor. He dragged his palm along their inner thigh, pausing inches away from where Jordan wanted- no, needed him the most. Jordan's lip jutted out to form an annoyed pout. "How come you never want to fuck when you're a dude?" He tilted his head.

"W-What?" Jordan exhaled shakily, eyes wide and head jerking to look at him so quick it almost gave them neck pain. They scrambled to prop themselves up on their elbows, a thousand questions and words running through their hazy head but their mouth refused to form any coherent sentences. "I- I- I thought you- that you didn't like guys?" 

(Y/N) stared at them blankly. "Jordan."

"You- You never- How was I supposed to know?!" A long groan of disappointment left their throat when (Y/N) pulled his hand back, the look on his face practically calling them the biggest dumbass alive. Delight curled around their gut and they pursed their lips, shifting into their masc form and studying the indifference on his face. 

"You know how many times I've slept with Luke and Cate? Or Andre?" 

"You've what?" Jordan's brows knitted, more out of furious jealousy over confusion. They shot upright, their hand clamping around the nape of (Y/N)'s neck and fingers digging into his skin. "Why- I thought I was-" Jordan scowled. "Why the fuck do you need them when you have me?" 

"Well, I can't exactly do some Eiffel Tower shit with just you, can I?" (Y/N) grinned cheekily, and it suddenly made sense why Luke and Cate had always been incredibly chill about the other kissing and cozying up to (Y/N). Jordan chalked it up to them being secure enough in their relationship to not care but the new knowledge abruptly made them question every innocent interaction between him and their friends.

"(Y/N)- fuck."

The high-pitched whimper that left them was downright humiliating, eyes squeezing shut and forehead dropping onto his shoulder when (Y/N) wrapped his hand around their leaking length and gave it a light squeeze. Jordan grunted, teeth digging into their lip almost hard enough to draw blood before (Y/N) pushed their shoulder and forced them onto their back once more. Jordan's heels dug into the mattress, and (Y/N) barely had to do any work as Jordan began rutting up into his hand, movements clumsy and increasingly desperate. 

"Thought you were smarter than that, J." (Y/N)'s tone dripped with amusement and Jordan's second scowl proved incredibly short-lived when (Y/N) swooped down to press their lips together in a needy, lip-bruising kiss. Jordan tore away, their back and neck arching at another squeeze, the pad of (Y/N)'s thumb pressing along a vein and forcing incoherent babbling out of the supe. 

With their neck bare and inviting, (Y/N) leaned down to suckle bruises into their skin, teeth sinking until they left imprints that left Jordan's mind woozy and jumbled. Between the desperation in chasing their release and the sensation of (Y/N) marking their neck, it only took (Y/N) leaning down even further and giving their still slick chest some more attention for Jordan's movements to turn sloppy. (Y/N) grinned against his skin, moving his hand at an unrelenting pace even as Jordan covered their stomach and chest in sticky release. 

"I love you," Jordan whined between babbles and noises, the words barely registering until they were a panting, almost teary-eyed mess staring up at him. (Y/N) retracted his hand, smearing the mess Jordan had left behind along their chest until his hand was mostly clean. They flushed at the way their length twitched at the action, the energy they lost returning faster than the average supe's due to their abilities in masc form. 

"I'm hungry." (Y/N) sighed, and Jordan found themselves both thankful and dejected he'd ignored the confession. He disappeared from on top of them, reappearing by the drawer and taking out a rag, cleaning his hand first before teleporting to the bed and cleaning the mess off Jordan. "Let's get Vought-A-Burger, and then we'll see how much you can take in this form, J." 

[xielianslver]

Waiting for your silly little webtoons to update is like waiting for your husband to come back from war

[jillfvs]

"nooooo dont add another female LI to the story!! you already have one!! we need more male lis to the rooster!!"

the current male li rooster:

[casuallyanidiot]

what do you think of yandere priest but in more of a cult vibe?

Like a mother and young adult reader came to the neighborhood and the mother joined the "church" and became crazy religious

Okay, here me out, yandere priest to a cult that's not really a cult, but some multi level marketing scheme.

Tw. for age gap, financial abuse, and religious themes

He's less motivated by faith than he is his own greed. He loves living in luxury scoffs at the notion that he should be more humble. He worms his way into a quaint, suburban neighborhood slowly but surely over several years and drips in bits and pieces of information about a company that's just guaranteed to make you money.

You get to work from home! Be your own boss! And the products themselves work miracles!

Yandere Priest who is calm, charismatic, suave, and oh so charming. Most of the flock he tends to don't even realize he's scamming them out of their life's savings. They're all just far too dumb to even think of him in a negative light.

You and your mom moved to the neighborhood after finally managing to improve your financial situation. You were enrolled in a local community college and had several low paying jobs along with your mother, and the two of you lived frugally until you could afford enough to live in a nicer part of town than the one you had been stuck in your entire life.

The two of you are welcomed warmly by the church, the community, and yandere priest. Your mom is happy to have found such a nice place to live, and she's instantly enticed by the promises of making money through joining the congregation. She gets a bit of success through it at first, and soon she's hooked.

You however, don't buy it one bit.

Yandere priest is intrigued by you. While your mother begins to zealously preach the word of the bible and the word of his money, you seem to have an inherent distrust for him. It makes sense, he thinks. He essentially just views your little family as another wallet in his collection. Still, as much as he understands you, a poor little lamb who wasn't joined his flock yet, he can't let you roam free lest you lead others astray.

It's then he really starts to lay the charm on thick. You remain unconvinced despite the fact that he begins to visit your home often (It's an honor by the way. Your mother knows her place. She graciously welcomes him in and shouts at you when you don't show him respect.), and he catches you scowling at him when you think no one is looking.

You're just so frustrating to him. At first you were like a little challenge to beat, something that he had to work to get for once, but you're proving to be a true pain in the neck. You cats doubt on his name to anyone who'll listen, argue with your mom and try to get her to quit his church often, and he's even caught you trying to snoop around in some financial documents of others around the neighborhood. He begins to think of you as less of a lamb and more of a vixen.

It doesn't help that you're pretty and cute. You're a young faced, rebellious spit fire who calls him out like no one has before, and even though he grits his teeth every time you glare at him, he can't help but love it.

For the first time in a life, he actually has someone he would even deign to call an equal.

Just like with all the money he's sucked out of these poor people, he didn't care that you're practically half his age, or that he could ruin your life with a few words. No, all he wanted was for you to finally just give up, to just set aside your pride and let him win.

All the while, your mother has been changing. She was once a sweet if not ditzy woman who would do anything to protect her child, though now she was wrapped up in the same greed that had been running through this neighborhood since he sunk his teeth in it. Your finances had been depleted despite the fact that she insisted that the church's company was legitimate and making good money. While the two of you had been close, she would yell at you for anything that went out of line from what the church and Yandere priest preached.

You were losing your mother, your community, your hope. If this habit of her spending all of your money on the church continued, soon you were worried that you wouldn't be able to pay for the house or your tuition. You were desperate to get your life back in order, and who but him would be there with a single, honeyed option left for you?

Yandere priest was certain that if he bled you dry just a little longer, you'd eventually accept his oh so gracious offer and finally fall into his hands.

[shenkospectres]

*Shepard and Kaidan arguing on Mars*

James: Oh the Commander and Major really don't like each other huh.

Shepard: Kaidan-.

Kaidan: Don't Kaidan me. This is business.

James:

[bunnygirllover45]

poisonous viper.

[jettjournals]

Breaking the Barrier | NSFW

ISO x READER (VALORANT)

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In the dimly lit confines of the Valorant base, you and Iso find yourselves alone, the air thick with unspoken desire. There has always been a magnetic pull between you, an attraction that neither of you could fully ignore. Iso's enigmatic presence and quiet confidence have always set your heart racing, and tonight, that magnetic force seems stronger than ever.

As you stand there, caught in the intensity of Iso's gaze, you feel a surge of excitement and nerves coursing through you. You’ve always harbored feelings for Iso, and tonight, you sense that he might feel the same way. The tension is palpable, a silent exchange of longing glances that leaves you breathless.

Suddenly, Iso takes a step forward, his usual stoic expression softening as he looks at you with a mix of desire and hesitation. It's as if he's wrestling with some inner turmoil, unsure of how to proceed. You take a deep breath, deciding that now is the time to take a bold step forward.

Without a word, you close the distance between you, your fingers lightly grazing Iso's arm before trailing up to his shoulder. His skin is warm beneath your touch, and you feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine. Iso's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he steps closer, his breath mingling with yours.

Gathering your courage, you lean in and press your lips against his in a tentative kiss. Iso responds eagerly, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he deepens the kiss. The taste of him is intoxicating, and you find yourself melting into his embrace, unable to resist the pull of his lips against yours.

As the kiss intensifies, a primal urge rises within you, a need that demands to be satisfied. With trembling hands, you begin to explore Iso's body, tracing the contours of his muscles with a reverence that leaves you dizzy with desire. Iso's touch ignites a fire within you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt as his lips trail down your neck.

Breaking away from the kiss, you drop to your knees before Iso, your hands working to undo his belt and zipper. Iso watches you with a mixture of surprise and anticipation, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you free him from his pants. The sight of his arousal sends a thrill of excitement through you, and you take a moment to savor the anticipation before leaning forward.

With a slow, deliberate motion, you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his length. Iso lets out a low groan, his hands tangling in your hair as you begin to move. The taste of him is heady, and you find yourself lost in the rhythm of the act, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Iso's responses are intoxicating, his groans and gasps spurring you on as you increase the intensity. His grip tightens in your hair, his hips bucking slightly as he struggles to maintain control. You take him deeper, the sensation of him filling your mouth driving you wild with desire.

As you continue, the room is filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the primal rhythm of your movements building to a crescendo. Iso's breathing becomes more erratic, his muscles tensing as he nears the edge. With one final, deep thrust, he lets out a strangled cry, his release filling your mouth.

You swallow, savoring the taste of him as you look up to meet his gaze. Iso's eyes are dark with desire, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. He pulls you to your feet, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate, hungry kiss that leaves you breathless.

As you lay together in the aftermath, tangled in each other's arms, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. In Iso's embrace, you have found a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside. And as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in his warmth, you know that this is just the beginning of something truly special.

[lavend3r-stardust]

Just imaginging Jordan going down on you for the first time, them getting all giggly and excited, and you can't help but snort at the stupid jokes they make to try and take the edge off any nerves you have.

Them pressing their forehead against yours, softly asking if it's okay to kiss your mouth. And when you say yes, they start trailing heated kisses down your jawline, descend past your neck and their strong hands slide beneath your shirt to feel your warm stomach. They look at you with the biggest, most beautiful puppy eyes as they continue to suck and bite and lick at the marks they've left on your torso and chest.

Once jordan gets past your naval, you find yourself shifting underneath them, legs on either side of their waist as they lay down between your thighs. They take your hands in theirs, interlocking your fingers between their own, asking if you want their tongue on that pretty pussy.

By god, you absolutely do. And you can't help but shudder when Jordan helps you out of your jeans, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, teeth gently nipping your skin that causes a low whine to come out of you. Jordan's tongue coaxes the most beautiful sounds from you, and they're a helluva sight as they're splayed on their stomach beneath you- the way your cum smears their lips n they feel you throb in their mouth, how your whimpers escalate to wanton, intoxicating moans once they flick their tongue up and down, broad strokes pressing against your skin that make you fist their hair as your hips buck harder into their face.

Jordan is spurred on by your whining, begging, pleading to cum. And they'll never leave you until you're satisfied, they just like hearing your voice get desperate and breathless when they get up to kiss you while sliding a finger into your hole n groan at the way you clench around them, fit around them so good like you were made for them. Jordan plays around with the pace, alternating between slow strokes and rough thrusts of their digits scissoring in and out of your heat, their tongue swirling and kissing your thighs where they're sticky and sucking harder n faster til you arch into them.

they'll come up with a wild grin on their face, their glossy lips spreading from ear to ear. And you'll take them by surprise when you flip yourselves around, Jordan's eyes widening when they find you straddling their legs, grinding harder into their lap so they can feel you throb n see wet patches of your slick grow larger on their clothes.

They sure as hell aren't complaining as you continue to kiss them til they bruise, their hands tangling themselves in your hair while another snakes downward to grab at your ass.

[bricreative]

I have one more meme left in me