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₊✧⋆⭒ nsfw. MDNI. x f!reader. 600+ wc.

daichi is by no means pushy, especially when it comes to you.

but after several weeks of dating and the most you’ve done with him is kissing and grinding each other through your clothes, he realizes that he’s going to have to take the lead if things are going to go any further.

so near the end of your next date, once again he finds himself making out with you as you straddle his thighs. 

you’ve been too shy to tell him or make a move, but you desperately want to feel more of him. which is why you moan in his mouth when his hand slips under your shirt and squeezes your tit, your nipple slotting between his thick fingers. it feels so good, so long overdue that you can’t stop yourself from keening his name.

“daichi…hnn~don’t stop,” you gasp in his mouth, making his hard cock jump inside his pants. you feel it pulse against the back of your thigh and grind back against him, needing to feel more of him but too shy to say or do anything more about it.

but daichi reads your body. he’s had enough time by now to pick up on the little messages you send to him without saying a word. even through your pants, he can feel the moist heat between your legs.

he lays you back, his hard cock pressing against your center when he slots himself between your thighs. what shred of shyness remained crumbles away when you feel the full roll of his hips against you.

“daichi…please,” you whine, driving him even deeper into a feral state.

he raises up to his knees and peels your pants off your legs, keeping his big brown eyes on you as he lowers his mouth to your core. he has smelled your scent on his pants before and has been dying to taste you. he tongues your slit through your damp panties before closing his lips around your clit and sucking you into his mouth.

“mm~fuck…you taste so good,” he moans, his deep voice reverberating against you, making your legs shake against his shoulders.

he sticks his middle finger in his mouth, slicking it up before slipping it inside your panties and pushing inside your tight, needy hole. you whine and keen, shivering at the feeling of daichi's finger - daichi's anything - inside you. his tongue plays at your clit some more before he moves your panties to one side to expose you.

“so pretty,” he breathes before dragging his warm tongue along your bare cunt for the first time. 

you push your fingers into his brown hair, whining his name as he works a second finger inside you, spreading you open a little more but still not nearly as much as his cock will. he’s grinding his hips against the couch cushion below, eager -desperate, even- for some friction against his aching erection.

“fuck…daichi, yes,” you say without thinking, head rolling back against the couch. “eat my pussy so good~”

he latches on for real now, his lips forming an air-tight bond with your clit. he’s sucking you in so hard, his tongue pushing over your clit inside his mouth as his thick fingers curl inside you, wishing it was his fat cock instead. 

you’re oblivious to the fact that he’s so close to cumming, his almost-purple cockhead pinned against his own navel and dragging against the rough material of his pants. you arch your back, pulling your legs further open and back for him as he fucks you harder and faster with his fingers.

“ohh…dai~” you whimper. “i- think i’m gonna…ohfuckyes~”

your cunt aches and flexes around his fingers as he drinks you down, moaning and savoring every last drop of your orgasm as his cock soils his pants with his own cum. next time, he thinks, it'll be inside you.

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You said you needed ideas so hear me out-

Sfw- trans! Reader (ftm) with Tsukishima who gives tough love and hates it when you have really bad dysphoria days. Snaps at anyone who misgenders you.

NSFW- oikawa would be such a tease when you get needy and shit. Like this fucker would tease you after you beg because he told you to beg.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!! You have given me brain fuel, and for that. I love you 🧡

I have never written something in one day. Thank you, you have truly inspired me 😩👏

TW for Tsukishima: deadnaming and misgendering, deadname is your choice, but Y/n will be for your new name and Y/d/n for your dead name because no dads are mentioned here. Gets a little angsty but they figure it out.

I didn’t want to be disrespectful to anyone and choose a name that might be someone’s new name or dead name.

Also I’m sorry if my writing isn’t accurate for a ftm character. I did my best and I really hope you like it!

I did my best with the tough love but it does get a bit fluffy tbh.

Kei Tsukishima

Kei always tries.

He really does. You guys had started dating before you came out, and the switch from your dead name to Y/n had him caught off guard.

So did the sudden shift of pronouns.

But he didn’t leave, so he was trying to do his best all right?

But he’s already bad with emotions, these are a different kind that he doesn’t even know how to approach.

So he gives it the same energy he does with everything else.

Today though.

Something was very odd about today.

His normal words had you flashing him your best fake smile and turning away from him.

And trust me, he could tell the difference.

But for now, he chose not to comment.

Will it be one of those days today?

You didn’t like to talk about your Dysphoria but Kei always picked up on it.

Or at least he tried to.

He even had a custom made chest binder coming in the mail that should be here any day now.

But when you leave the room after Kei’s not incorrect but painfully blunt statement went straight to your very soul.

He replays the conversation in his head to see where he messed up.

He found himself doing that a lot.

‘I get that you’re trying Kei. It just sucks that other people don’t even bother.’

‘I don’t really think it’s that big of a deal. They’re stupid people who don’t even matter at least I’m trying. Imagine if I wasn’t?’

It made you question everything.

Did he even want to be trying?

Why are you being a nuisance?

Why are you putting him through this. He’s got much more important things to be focusing on as a senior in college this year.

You’re finally being true to yourself and putting him through unnecessary stress aren’t you? What is wrong with you?

All of these thoughts and more swarmed your head as you leaned against the bathroom counter trying to catch your breathing.

Stop it. Stop being such a big crybaby.

Kei Tsukishima doesn’t need a crybaby.

Why does it have to hurt so damn bad to just be a girl? He’d like you so much more as a girl.

“Y/n..?” His voice sounds so tired.

Damn it Y/n. Get your fucking shit together.

“Please talk to me.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that babe.. I just-“ his eyes almost seem dull when you open the door, only to brighten when you open the door and he gets a good view of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that, I just- I don’t, I don’t know how to handle this sometimes, but I don’t want you to think I don’t care. It’s just new, and I can get adjusted-“ he feels his heart clench a bit when your next words come out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t just stay who I was, I’m sorry I couldn’t just be a girl for-“ and he’s grabbing your face with his palms as tears start to well up in his eyes.

“Shut up. Shut up, because I love you however I can have you. I love you. I just want you, please don’t get confused and think I have a preference because I just want you Y/n. I love you, no matter who you are. Please don’t forget that.” The tears streaming down your face slow as he kisses your head and wraps his arms around you.

“Im sorry Kei.” He kisses your head again.

“Shh, stop it. Stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for babe, we do need to finish getting ready for class though okay?” You nod and he smiles.

———

When you get to school, he can almost feel the anxiety wafting from you.

But he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around you and pull you along with him.

“You have me, okay? I’m just as much yours as you are mine babe.” You nod and expect him to pull him arm away, and he does, only to entangle his hand in yours.

“Tsukishima!” No- because he recognizes that annoyingly high pitched voice, and he’s not in the mood for it. Nor will you be.

So he picks up speed. Keeping his hand tight around yours and pulling you in front of him, only to wrap his arms around you slightly and speed up even more.

“Kei what are you doing?” You think he’s going to ignore you until he speaks up finally.

“Don’t want to deal with her.”

“Y/d/n can you-“ he stops right in his tracks and turns around to acknowledge the blonde.

“Alisa is it? See how easy was that? I wasn’t even sure. You know for a fact that isn’t the proper name that he goes by. So correct yourself, or don’t talk to my boyfriend or me. Got it?” She goes to speak again but Tsukishima already has you two walking again and his ears are flushed.

“Tsuki-?” You’re blushing and he tightens his grip on your waist.

“It wasn’t right, I’ll correct anyone who gets it wrong. Even myself.” You smiled and he manages to crack a small one.

Kei Tsukishima always tries.

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“Beg.” You scoffed.

“I don’t beg.” Your hips are rising as he pressed his thumb harder against your clit and you whimper.

“I won’t do anything more until you beg.” You rolled your eyes and attempt to sit up. Only for him to wrap a hand around your throat and push you back down.

“Toru, I don’t beg-“ he tightens his grip around your throat and you whine.

“I said, beg.” The way he demands it in your ear has your thighs attempting to clam shut.

Key word, attempting.

“Are you gonna listen to a single thing I say princess? Or am I gonna have to leave you here like this?” You looked up at him desperately and his grip around your neck loosens a bit.

“Please, please just fuck me already. I need it Toru, it’s been too long please just do it already-“ you’re cut off with whines as his tip prods at your entrance, but the pressure on your clit is still hard and you know he’s waiting for more.

“Please! Please fuck me! I need you Toru please!” He chuckles and pushes in agonizingly slowly.

“Like you said babe, it’s been too long. I need to go easy on your pretty pussy.” You whine at that.

“Don’t want you to go easy- just fuck me rough please!” Tears of frustration pool in your eyes and he laughs.

“Awe, don’t cry princess, I’ll give you what you want. You begged so nicely.” The sudden snap of his hips has you unable to respond to his taunt.

Yeah so what you begged. You’re getting dicked down by this god of a man. I’d say that’s a win.

His hands were both on your hips now as he thrusted into as if his life depended on it.

“Missed you so much.” He whines and a particularly hard thrust has you reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

The new position has you sliding down on his dick so much easier, and the way he can just lift you up and down quickly has him whining more.

“M’gonna cum. Off.” He whimpers as you tighten and start to lift yourself off and grabs your hips. He’s never cum so fast but you don’t mind.

“T-Toru-!” He gasps as you tighten more and his hips thrust up desperately.

“Nevermind, I wanna cum inside. Please, please let me cum inside. You feel so good, just wanna cum inside your warm pussy hnngh~ please!” His hips are starting to falter and you know he’s getting closer as his hands tighten around your waist, lifting you up and down to meet with his sloppy thrusts.

“Please!” He’s begging and you almost laugh.

“Oh god please, just wanna cream inside you please!” He has to stop thrusting and you’d almost think he did cum.

But you knew better. His nails digging into your hips and his ragged breathing against your neck has you melting.

“Did you even really have to ask? Just cum babe.” Your words are so nonchalant that he’s whining and picking up his thrusts again.

“fuckfuckfuckohfuckyes” his voice is messy and it’s almost gibberish.

But as you tighten around him and his hips falter he’s moaning and whimpering into your chest and neck.

“So tight, ngHh shit~” he moans whorishly as you cum around him and cum spurts out of him and into you.

“You fuck me so good. So so good Y/n.” His hips are still sputtering and you’re wondering just how long it’s been since he’s actually gotten off.

“Thank you, Thank you so fucking much baby.” His cum is already spilling out of you and he’s still finishing.

This’ll be a fun cleanup.

He finally lays you down on the bed and lays his head in between the valley on your chest as he catches his breath.

“You begged.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, making you whimper while he stays inside of you.

“Do I need to remind you how you sounded when you wanted to cum Toru?” His head shoots up at that and his cheeks flush.

“But you’re so warm. So tight and comfy. I didn’t and still don’t want to leave.” He whines and wiggles his hips upward and you whimper. You can’t help but clench as he thrusts up again and whines again.

He keeps up the occasional thrusts. Neither of you have the energy for a second round. That much is obvious. But the bliss is overwhelming.

“Don’t want to pull out yet. Please don’t make me.” He whines and you just clench around him to tease.

“Fuck. Don’t do that. M’still hard and I’m ninety percent sure if you keep doing that I’m gonna stuff your already full pussy again.” You hummed and he wraps his arms around you.

“Empty threats. We’re both too tired, you know we’ll just go again when we wake up.”

“I’m gonna get you pregnant.” He says it confidently, you couldn’t even laugh at the statement. Because he probably and most definitely will.

“I mean if that’s what you want, I wouldn’t mind having a little Oikawa running around.” Almost all his stamina is back in that moment.

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Breeding King with Toru Oikawa 🔓

Neither of you ended up sleeping that night.

[thiswasinevitableid]

feel free not to take this but it is still technically march so. vampire sternclay nsfw, a hungry submissive vampire being so, so good in the hope that their human will let them have a taste?

Here it is! I guess it’s april now but eh, on this blog it’s always monster time.

Content Notes: Mentions of blood, since we’re dealing with vampires. The roleplay in this could read as dubcon, since Stern has something Barclay needs, but aftercare is shown and even in the scene it’s clear Barclay feels safe and happy.

“I thought we could act out that, um, request you had for me tomorrow night”

“The one where you let me…”

“Yes, big guy, that one.”

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Barclay waits in Mt. Sterns study, clock on the mantle reading three minutes to six. Lamps are being lit up and down the street as the citizens of London flock out into the first warm night of the year. Barclay will not be joining them; Mr.Stern has other plans for him, and the crosses over the windows and doors to the street ensure Barclay doesn’t go anywhere without his permission. 

It could be worse. Much worse.

Mr. Stern frequents the gentleman's club where Barclay is (was) a cook, is polite and charming when he discusses the latest evidence of monsters in the Himalayas or the depths of the sea. He’s American, like Barclay, which meant someone appreciated the pies he made for dessert. Every visit, he stopped by the kitchen to compliment Barclays food, insisting was the best in the city. 

So imagine Barclays’ horror when, half-starved and foggy-brained, the man he pounced on in an alley turned out to be none other than Joseph Stern. The fear intensified when the human easily overpowered and pinned him, revealing that he was an agent of the crown, a member of the Royal Order of Vampire Hunters.

“I can’t let you free, not in good conscience given you attacked me and could attack someone else. But I don’t want to hurt you, Barclay.”

The agents solution was to bring the vampire home with him, lock him in the safety of the cellar (so he wouldn’t get burnt), and use him as a subject for his research. Mr. Stern prides himself on being the preeminent scholar on the subject of vampirism (“Dr. Helsing’s research is sorely lacking, but everyone goes to him because of the Harker Affair”), and couldn’t pass up the chance to make use of his live-in vampire. Generally, he peppers Barclay with questions or submits him to minor medical tests, always giving him a glass of blood to drink while they work. That glass is conspicuously absent tonight, as was the note Mr. Stern usually leaves him detailing what to expect. 

Barclay bounces his knee as his stomach growls; they ran out of blood last night and a new supply has yet to arrive. Then the door opens, and he perks up like a bloodhound offered a bone. 

“Hello, Barclay, thank you for being so prompt.” Mr.Stern is in his full suit, hair styled as if he just returned from the office. 

“Of course, sir. I, uh, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” He smiles, licks his lips as the human removes his jacket, revealing more of his throat in the process. 

“You like being my research assistant?”

“Very much sir.”

Mr. Stern rolls up his shirtsleeves, “I think you’ll like tonight's experiment quite a bit. On the desk.” He pats the strangely empty hardwood and Barclay sits on the edge, tall enough that his feet still touch the floor. The human opens his dictograph, stops before turning it on, “lie down.”

Barclay does as he’s told, jolts in confusion as Stern pulls three leafs of wood from the desk; one on either side of Barclay and one at his feet, meaning that his whole body is on the table with a few inches of room to spare on all sides.

“This isn’t your normal desk, is it sir?”

“No, I had it made just for us.” The dictograph clicks on, “April 14th, experiment twenty-nine; determining the relationship between sexual arousal and bloodlust in vampires.”

“Wait, what?” Barclay bolts upright, starts climbing off the desk only for Stern to firmly cup his cheek. 

“Barclay, you want to be a good specimen, don’t you?” Something sharp and wicked as a scalpel glints behind the clinical curiosity in his blue eyes. 

“Yes, sir.” He does, he really does, but he’s so hungry. Hungry and terrified that whatever Stern is planning will cause Barclay to admit the feelings he has to keep reburying in his chest thanks to their reemerging whenever Stern smiles at him. 

“Then do as you’re told.” He takes his hand away, Barclay mourning the loss of contact as the reclines back onto the desk. 

“Much better.” Stern walks around the desk, patting Barclay’s head along the way, “If you’re good tonight, I’ll give you a special reward. One you’ve never had before.”

Barclay resolves to be better than he’s ever been. Stern's rewards are well planned and generous, leaving Barclay positively spoiled when he’s done. He buys him the expensive draught that lets vampires consume non-blood foods without illness, then takes him to dinner. Brings him rare teas and books to read while he sips them. When he learned Barclay liked theater and opera, evenings out in finery became part of the rotation. He can’t imagine what the extra special reward will be, but he hopes it involves more of Sterns gentle touches on his skin. 

“I’m starting the experiment now. To establish our baseline, how aroused are you?”

“Like, a little?”

“Are you craving blood?”

“Yeah, I’m kinda hungry, but not like, crazed or anything.”

“Good. I’ll keep checking in with the subject throughout the process.” He pulls a notebook from his shelf, and Barclay can see a checklist running down the page, “I’ll start by relaxing the subject.” 

The detached manner in which Stern refers to him should aggravate him; instead, his cock twitches in his pants and he squirms, hoping the human will say it again. 

Stern rolls Barclays pants up to his knees, picks up his right foot and kneads his thumb along the arch. He finds all the sore spots with ease (almost as if he’s done this before), Barclay moaning softly as he works his way up one leg and then other. The vampire is so relaxed by the end he almost misses Stern guiding his wrists into the cuffs on either side of him. 

“Sir?”

“It’s for your safety and mine; you may get agitated later on, and I don’t want you injuring yourself. Arousal level?”

“About the same.”

Stern raises his eyebrow.

“Uh, I mean, about the same, sir.”

“Hunger?”

“The same, sir.”

The agent turns back to the dictaphone, “Subject is now restrained. Proceeding to step twoOW, shit.” He sets the notebook down and shoves his right pointer finger into his mouth. 

It’s only a small paper-cut, bleeding a bead of red when he pulls it out to examine it. To Barclay, it’s like someone cracked open a fine wine and is taking their sweet time pouring.

Stern notices his interest immediately, “Is this what you want, Barclay? To taste me?”

He whines, nodding his head. Stern’s hand hovers over his face; he could reach it with his tongue, but if he takes it without permission the human will no doubt revoke his reward. 

The cut finger strokes his neck, leaving a faint trail of red that he can smell but neither see nor reach. 

“Then I guess it’s convenient that’s your reward for tonight.”

“Ohfuckyes, sir, thank you sir.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, we’re only through step one. Where was I” he flips to the same page in his notes, “Oh, right. Addition of even a faint trace of blood lead to increased arousal in the subject. Testing the reverse pathway now.”

“Ohhhhhhfuck” Barclay bucks his hips as Joseph palms his cock through his pants. The warmth and pressure are enough to tease, to coax his cock up, but too little for him to do anything but rut like a needy dog on his hand. 

“It looks like stronger stimulation is required.” 

“AHahgodOWfuck” tears prick his eyes and he wishes, not for the first time, that he’d been less prone to taking the lords name in vain when he was human. The habit is hard to break and the word burns his tongue whenever it’s uttered.

Sterns eyes flick up to his face just long enough for him to see Barclay isn’t hurt, then they return to his cock. His hand moves in calculated, steady strokes, his voice calm even as Barclays grunts of pleasure fill the room. 

“Good boy, Barclay. Let’s see what happens if I…”

“Fuck, ohfucksir.” He jerks his hips as Stern quickens his hand, pre-cum slicking the shaft.

“Subjects fangs are emerging, salivary glands seem more active, eyes-Barclay, be quiet, you’re going to drown out my notes.”

This statement does not have the desired effect, as the thought of the device picking up his moans, of Stern playing them back with a clinical ear or fucking himself to them or letting other hunters listen to just what a vampire will do in order to feed, makes him moan louder. 

Stern stops entirely, his tone a warning, “Barclay.”

“S-sorry sir, it, it just, it feels so good, wanted you to, to know I like it. It’s, it’s an honor to feel your hands on me.”

“That’s very sweet. So sweet that I’ll make you a deal; if you can be quiet until after you cum, you can make as much noise as you want afterwards. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” He clamps his jaw shut, fangs pricking the inside of his mouth. Stern works his cock relentlessly, smiling as Barclay’s legs begin jerking and twitching with his impending orgasm. 

“That’s much better.”

Barclay smiles, proud, swallows down a moan, and cums all over Sterns waistcoat.

“Messy boy.” Stern wipes himself off, then covers Barclay’s mouth with a cum-streaked hand, “clean it up.”

He obeys, ambivalent to the bitterness of his own spend and elated by the taste of Sterns skin on his tongue. When he’s done the human ruffles his hair with his other hand, smiling down at him. 

“I’ll be right back.” Stern leaves his view and Barclay only just keeps himself from whining at his absence. The agent returns with a case which, when opened, reveals a vibrator. 

“I’m not hysterical, sir.”

“Not yet.” Rather than hold it himself, Stern straps the device so it rests against Barclays cock and switches it on.

“AHFUCK, sir, it’s, how many times-” His cock, which was soft only a moment ago, perks back up even as the nerves in it scream for it to stop.

“As many as it takes to complete my study. Let’s see.” The human turns Barclays face this way and that, frowns, and digs his finger and thumb into his jaw to keep his mouth open as he moans, “subjects fangs are now fully out and he” Stern snickers as Barclay’s beard tickles his wrists, the vampire licking and nuzzling at his inner arm, “he’s increasingly submissive and blood focused.”

“N-no, I’m you focused sir, want you, be so good for youAHannn” he cums, cuffs clanking on the table as he arches off it. Stern drags a chair over, sitting near Barclay’s head and leaning with his elbows on the desk to watch as his cock continues leaking and shuddering under the onslaught of sensations. 

Barclay recalls a myth, Greek he thinks, where a man is punished in the afterlife with intense hunger and thirst. He doesn’t remember why it happens, he tends to skim tragic stories. The part that stuck with him was the man being trapped with food and water just out of reach. With Joseph so close and Barclay so aroused and hungry, he can see the veins in his neck, can almost crane his neck to reach them. 

Then he cums a third time and his vision whites out, taking away the temptation for a few moments of mercy. His brain gives up on coherent thoughts after that, and all he can do is moan and sob as Stern forces two more orgasms out of him. His feet and legs go from kicking and thrashing to laying so limp he’s not sure he’ll be able to walk when they’re through.

“I think I have what you need.” Stern shuts off the vibrator, removing bringing a water basin and pitcher over to the vampire. He dips a handkerchief into the warm water, guiding it along Barclays forehead, “you’re doing well, Barclay. I’m so proud.” 

“Thank you sir. 

“I have one more test to run, okay?” His voice is so gentle, his touch so soothing, and Barclay would do anything for him like this, all he wants is to serve him, to make him happy so he’ll keep looking at him like he’s something precious instead of dangerous. 

The agent checks the dictaphone, clears his throat, “Final test: role of discomfort in the arousal-bloodlust dynamic.”

Barclay swallows, so turned on he couldn’t be scared if he tried. The agent pulls a loose page from the notebook, mischief in his eyes and menace on his fingertips. Only Stern could make the snap of a freshly inked piece of paper erotic, and Barclay adores him for it. 

“I will now have the subject read a passage and record my observations.” 

Letters fill his view and it takes his eyes a second to focus on them. His tongue, likely out of self-preservation, fights to stay behind his teeth. 

“We don’t have all night, Barclay.”

The vampire takes a deep breath, “O God, accept me in penitence. O God, l- leave me not. O Lord, lead me not into temptation” his tongue flinches even as his chest burns with pleasure “O God, grant me good thoughts. O God, grant me humility and obedience.”

“I’d say you’re doing well on that front already,” Stern murmurs, saying more clearly, “the subject responds positively to pain associated with holy words, and looks increasingly thirsty.” He gives Barclay a pointed look, “subject should continue if he wants his reward.” 

 “O Lord, grant me patience, courage and meekness. O God, grant me to love Thee with all my mind and soul.” Tears run down his cheeks; the pain is right on the edge of what he can take, and even in his submissive haze he’s certain this alone is deserving of a reward, “Sir, please, please, I’ve been so good, please say you’re satisfied so I can, I can-”

Stern sets the paper aside, “can what? Specificity is important, Barclay.”

A dozen types of hunger well up in his throat as he whimpers, “please say I can taste you.”

An indulgent smile, “Of course. Give me a second to prepare.”

The vampire closes his eyes, breathes as slowly as he can manage as his tongue ceases tingling. There’s a scuff and thud of Stern touching the desk, and Barclay assumes he’s being freed until warmth straddles his chest and a shadow blocks the lamplight from his face.

“Ohfuck.” He opens his eyes, finds Stern--naked from the waist down--bracketing his ears with his knees. 

“Is this the taste you wanted?” Stern guides his head up and Barclay eagerly kisses his cock.

“N-no I wanted to feed but, but this is so, so perfect sir.”

“You think you deserve to feed from me?”

Barclay nods, too busy teasing his tongue along his folds to respond further. The hunter is wet, and the thought of him soaking his tailored trousers just by watching Barclay cum is almost as heady as the scent of the blood beneath his skin. 

“Well, I think this is what you deserve, for being so careless as to attack me, and for having to rely on my hospitality to survive.”

“Uhhummm” Barclay closes his lips around his cock and Stern moans, a sound Barclay would gladly swallow holy water to hear again. 

“Nnn, oh lord, that’s it, you’re doing so well big guy.”

He purrs at the praise, mouth watering as Stern’s body sends more blood south. The skins so sensitive here, so thin, he can practically taste iron through it. He grazes his teeth along Sterns thigh, hoping for the smallest of scrapes, yelps when the agent pulls his hair hard enough to slam his head back against the desk. 

“If you bite without permission, I will leave you here, like this, with that vibrator strapped to your cock, until the morning.”

Barclay whimpers, licks plaintively at his cock to show he’s sorry. Stern’s voice softens, “That’s better. I know it’s hard to restrain yourself, but you--oh lord--you must. I hate having to discipline you my sweet boy, I’d much, much rather-” his hips gain speed, smearing slick across Barclays mouth, “fuck, I’d rather spoil you and then do whatever I want to this perfect body, oh, ohlord, ohyes.” He tenses, gasping, and Barclay wishes his hands were free so he could hold him, keep him safe and steady while he takes his pleasure.

The hunter eases off of him, undoes the cuffs and helps him upright. They move on equally shaky legs to the settee, the human undoing the top buttons of his shirt once they do. 

“Barclay…”

“Yes, sir?” He grips the edge of the cushions to keep from pinning the agent to their deep blue surface. 

“You can have your reward now.” Stern tips his head sideways, revealing a welcoming patch of throat. Barclay growls, lunges forward as Stern makes no attempt to stop him. His teeth pierce willing skin and hot, sinfully delicious blood flows across his tongue. Stern goes rigid in his arms, voice cracking in a moan. Then he relaxes, clinging to Barclays shoulders as the vampire pushes him down, licking and sucking and smearing crimson kisses across his neck. 

Nothing in the world compares to fresh blood, freely offered, swallowed down while the most handsome man you’ve ever seen lets out softer and softer moans of ecstasy. 

Two taps register on his shoulder and he pulls away, lapping at the wounds so they’ll stop bleeding and be protected from infection. Joseph groans, gingerly shaking his head to clear it.

“You feeling okay, big guy?”

“Y’know how pythons will eat a cow once a month and then sleep for days? That sounds really fucking good right about now.” Barclay knows some vampires feel energized after feeding, but for him it’s always followed by the need for a nap.

“Let’s go upstairs first, the bed is better than the couch for that. Last time I fell asleep here my back hurt the whole next day.”

“Someone feeling being in his thirties?”

“Barclay, you’re three hundred.”

“And I don’t feel a day over two hundred and fifty.” He smiles as Joseph chuckles and kisses his cheek. 

They make it up the stairs, Barclay easing his way under the covers and trying not to let them touch his sore cock. Joseph brings two water glasses and a damp cloth. Barclay uses the latter to clean the last traces of blood from his skin, patching over the punctures with the bandages they keep in the bedside table. 

“Fun as it is to pretend to be your, like, pet vampire, I really glad you decided you just needed a roommate after I was stupid enough to attack you.”

Joseph polishes off his water, “You were starving, not stupid. Most vampires who go after humans are. It did put a damper on my plans to proposition you in the club kitchen the next night, but it worked out in the end.”

“They did warn me the clientele might try to bribe me into earning a few extra pounds with uh, ‘special services.’”

“A few pounds is barely a fair price for a kiss from you.” The human kisses him, somehow more sincere and loving than the equally tender kiss he gave him before leaving for work. Then he rubs his leg through the blankets, “do you want some tea? Indrid dropped off a new one he found while traveling with Duck, and it smells amazing.”

“Sounds great, blue eyes.”

“I’ll go make a pot of it while you rest; you did so well tonight I’m inclined to spoil all weekend.”

“No complaints here. You take such good care of me, Joseph.”

“You deserve it, big guy. Don’t go anywhere.” He kisses his brow and leaves the bed, whirling on his dressing gown as he goes towards the stairs. 

Barclay watches him with all the love his unbeaten heart can muster and murmurs, “I won’t. Not when everything I need is right here.”

[pazena-blog]

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[skullsordice]

Oh you know, just seeing The Humans on Broadway w/ @wbgriffin & THE CLINTONS! They're next to the suit ❤❤❤ This day gave me life! #nastywoman #nyc #broadway #thehumans #sundayfunday #partyhard #thisishowithrash #feminism #hillaryclinton #yay #billclinton #love #ohfuckyes #2017givemestrength #theforceiswithmeiamonewiththeforce

[mrsimoshen]

An Evening Out

Title: An Evening Out

An Evening Out on AO3

Square filled: Gadreel/Sam/Samandriel

Ship: Gadreel/Sam Winchester/Samandriel

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Threesome, anal sex, oral sex, exhibitionism, piercings, top Sam Winchester, top Gadreel, bottom Samandriel, sex in public, sex in a club

Summary: Sam, Gadreel and Samandriel indulge their shared kink: sex in a club

Word count: 1924

created for @spnkinkbingo​

tagging the usual suspects: @captain-winchester-27​ @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell​ @silvaxus​

Fic below the cut:

The club is already busy that night, the dance floor packed with people. Stray lights glint off jewelry and body glitter and metal and chains on people’s clothing, and Gadreel’s sharp gaze also notices the couples (and three- or moresomes) in more or less hidden alcoves, already having fun. His gaze pauses on one couple that’s busy with sucking each other off before Sam’s hand on his arm pulls his attention back to his lovers.

Sam’s grinning, his changeable eyes bright with excitement where he’s standing tall and impressive on the steps leading down into the club proper, Samandriel tucked against his side. “See something you like?”

“Oh yes,” Gadreel grins, looking his lovers over appreciatively. He loves seeing Sam in scrubs or Samandriel in a neat suit when he goes to meetings with his publisher, or both of them in comfortable clothes around their home, but in club gear, all leather and black fabric? Oh, yes, Gadreel likes what he sees. “Find us a seat, darling?”

That last bit is addressed to Samandriel, who blushes and nods.

They take turns picking the seating, and when it’s Samandriel, it can go either way – sometimes, their gentle-mannered writer picks a booth far into the shadows, sometimes he picks one that’s almost within the lights from the dance floor. Today, he picks a middle spot where they’ll definitely be seen, but not quite on display. Sam settles close to him on the bench seat while Gadreel veers off to the bar to fetch their usual (non-alcoholic) drinks.

By the time he returns, drinks in hand, Samandriel is already in Sam’s lap, and they are exchanging slow, lazy kisses as Sam gropes his lover’s ass through his leather pants.

“Started without me, I see,” Gadreel teases gently as he sets down the bottles and slides into the seat next to them. Sam grins while Samandriel leans in to claim Gadreel’s mouth for a kiss, too.

“Our darling is impatient today,” he murmurs, stroking a hand over Samandriel’s back while Gadreel takes control of the kiss, holding Samandriel’s head still with a gentle grip in his hair. Their lover whimpers and goes pliant for him.

“Yes, I can see that, too,” Gadreel murmurs, tracing Samandriel’s lips with a fingertip. “You’re eager, darling. Got something specific in mind?”

Samandriel hums. “Just want to get fucked and feel it,” he admits, blushing a little.

Gadreel chuckles. “We can do that,” he tells his lover, leaning to kiss Sam, too. “Do you want his ass or his mouth first, Sam?”

Sam hums into his mouth, considering. “His ass,” he finally decides, licking his lips and grinning as Samandriel moans happily.

Gadreel grins at them both. “Here, darling, drink a bit before we get at it,” he tells Samandriel, handing him the bottle of water he brought. The drinks go into the holders in the seat after that, and Sam lays Samandriel down on the padded table with a smirk. “Going to make you feel so good, darling,” he promises. Samandriel is still blushing, but his eyes are already wide and dark with desire. Gadreel moves until he’s level with his lover’s face.

“Tell us your safeword, darling,” he asks. Samandriel smiles at him.

“Needle,” he tells his lovers, stretching seductively. “Come on, guys, I need it.”

“Oh yes, you do,” Sam agrees, lightly slapping his thigh. Samandriel moans and arches prettily, and Gadreel groans.

“Let’s get him naked,” he tells Sam, already reaching for the buttons on his lover’s black shirt. Sam nods fervently, unlacing the heavy boots their lover wears.

Samandriel wriggles between them as they undress him, and when he’s naked in the dim light, he stretches again with a seductive smile, at home in his skin now. His cock is already half hard, and Sam makes a hungry noise and leans in to lick a stripe up the sensitive skin. Samandriel moans and arches, and Gadreel chuckles, lightly pinching a nipple.

“Relax, darling,” he murmurs as he runs strong hands over his lover’s body, “you’re going to get everything you want.”

Sam grins as he spreads Samandriel’s legs far enough he can sit between them, stroking up and down his thighs. “Oh yes, you will,” he promises before leaning in, spreading their lover’s legs even further with his shoulders. Samandriel shouts as Sam licks over his entrance, the noise almost swallowed by the music but still audible enough. Gadreel notices the first glances their way and grins.

“Like that, darling, having Sam between your legs, licking you open?” he murmurs to Samandriel, fingers playing with his nipples, stroking his chest and belly. “He looks so good doing it, too.”

Samandriel nods, breathing harder already. He arches into Gadreel’s hands, his hips pinned down by Sam’s hands, who is busy licking and sucking at his hole. When Sam pushes the tip of his tongue into his lover, Samandriel gives another shout and starts pleading for “more, please Sam, please don’t stop...”

Sam pulls away with a smirk, eyes wild and cheeks flushed. “I love your responses, darling,” he tells Samandriel, taking a sip of his drink. “Going to finger you open now, nice and slow, and then we’re going to fuck you with all these eyes on you, watching you give it up for us.”

Samandriel moans, eyes slowly slipping shut. Gadreel traces his lips with a fingertip, grinning when his lover immediately opens his mouth to suck on them. Gadreel lets him and glances down at Sam, who’s slicking up his fingers, grinning. He nods, and Sam rests one hand on Samandriel’s thigh. Their lover gasps out a “ohfuckyes!” when Sam slides a single finger into him slowly, watching him carefully. Sam’s grin widens into a smirk as he sets to work on opening their lover up.

Gadreel watches Sam work and Samandriel writhe and moan, shivering in sympathy. He knows the sensation of those long fingers working him open insistently. “You need to do that to me sometime next week,” he tells Sam, who laughs and nods.

“Will do, babe.”

Samandriel whines around Gadreel’s fingers in his mouth, and he chuckles and pulls them free to lean down for a kiss. “Want to watch that, darling? Watch Sam use his clever fingers in my hole until I’m as desperate as you are?”

“Yeah,” Samandriel gasps out between hot little moans, “love seeing that, Gad.”

“You will,” Gadreel promises him, kissing him again and swallowing the shout Samandriel gives as Sam slides his fingers over his prostate.

“He’s ready,” Sam murmurs a few minutes later, when Samandriel is clinging to Gadreel and moaning non-stop. Gadreel pulls free from the kiss to look at where Sam is fucking their lover with three fingers, groaning at the sight.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He strokes a hand through Samandriel’s hair. “Ready to get fucked, darling?”

“Fuck yes,” Samandriel moans, shifting his hips and whimpering as Sam pulls his fingers free to open his own pants. “Please, Gad, Sam, need it so bad.”

“Hush, darling.” Sam’s rubbing lube over his cock, and Gadreel eyes it hungrily, deciding that yes, he needs to ride that sometime next week, too. Sam’s cock is a work of art.

Sam pulls their lover into position and slowly pushes in, not stopping until his hips are flush against Samandriel’s ass, and Samandriel moans long and low, arching his back off the table again. “Ooooh yes!”

Gadreel presses a hand against his own dick, hard and weeping inside his pants. He shares a look with Sam, who grins at him and strokes Samandriel’s sides.

“Want to suck on Gadreel’s cock while I fuck you, darling?”

Samandriel moans again. “Yeah,” he gasps, “gimme.”

“Such a greedy little thing for us,” Gadreel murmurs, repositioning himself until Samandriel only has to turn his head for him. He opens his pants and pulls out his own cock, grinning at the low noises from their hidden audience as the Prince Albert piercing glints in the low light. Samandriel makes a hungry noise and reaches for him, and Gadreel scoots closer and lets his lover lick and suck on him as he pleases for a while. Samandriel loves playing with the piercing, and Gadreel loves Samandriel playing with the piercing. Win-win.

Sam groans from where he’s holding still inside their lover. “I love how that looks.”

“I keep telling you to get one yourself,” Gadreel teases, grinning. “We’d certainly approve, right, darling?”

“Fuck yes,” Samandriel agrees before sucking Gadreel’s cock into his mouth. Sam groans as he clamps down inner muscles on his cock, too.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” he gasps, slowly pulling back to thrust back in. Samandriel moans and gives another suck to Gadreel’s cock.

They settle into a rhythm, Sam fucking Samandriel’s hole in slow, hard thrusts and Gadreel doing the same to his mouth, until their lover is a trembling, moaning mess between them, his own cock hard and leaking against his belly. Gadreel can feel the eyes on them, and if he were to look up, he knows he’d be able to see several people watching them, getting off on what they’re doing. He looks at Sam instead.

“Fuck him harder,” he tells his lover, “I want to see you come inside him, and then I’ll come down his throat while you suck him off.”

Samandriel whines around the cock in his mouth as Sam groans and picks up his pace until he’s rocking their lover forward with each thrust. “So hot and tight around me,” he gasps out, “fuck, darling, feel so good, gonna fill you up, fuck…”

His nails dig into Samandriel’s skin as he comes with a low groan, slumping forward and pressing kisses to Samandriel’s chest. “Fuck,” he breathes.

“Oh yes,” Gadreel agrees, panting now. He taps Samandriel’s cheek gently. “I’m close, darling, ready?”

Samandriel moans and sucks harder in confirmation, and Gadreel closes his eyes and groans as he lets go, feels his lover suck and swallow down what he can of his release. “So good, darling.”

Samandriel gives a low, pleased purr as he licks and sucks Gadreel clean, gentle now. Gadreel moans at the sensation, slowly pulling back until he slips out of Samandriel’s mouth and can lean in to kiss him.

“That is so hot to watch,” Sam murmurs from between Samandriel’s legs. He strokes a hand over their lover’s hip, carefully pulling out. “Going to use a plug on you, darling, alright?”

Samandriel pulls free of the kiss with a low sound. “Yeah,” he breathes, then moans as Sam slides the lubed-up toy into his used hole. He clenches around it hard, writhing a little. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Gadreel chuckles, pulling Samandriel into his arms. “Want to feel his mouth on your cock now, darling?”

Samandriel nods, and Sam grins and leans down to suck him into his mouth, setting a quick pace. Samandriel arches and moans, writhing under Sam’s mouth. “Close,” he gasps out in warning, and then shouts when Sam only sucks harder.

Gadreel watches hungrily as Samandriel comes down Sam’s throat with a shout and a moan, stroking him gently. “Beautiful, darling,” he murmurs, kissing Samandriel softly. “So beautiful.”

In a moment, he will pull their lover into his lap and hold him, and Sam will cuddle up with them. They’ll share gentle kisses and caresses, and maybe they’ll join the dancers later, or maybe they’ll find something they want to watch. For now, though, Gadreel watches Sam clean up Samandriel with little kitten licks, feels him shudder in his arms every now and then, and smiles.

[fairy-cat-mother]

Omg. They had free Cheetos and pretzel sandwiches in the teacher’s lounge. It’s overrrrrrr 🙌

Heppi Mondayyyy~

[aphmausfanfic]

Oo!!! Maybe a Cadenza one?

ohfuckyes my GIRL

[fandomtextimagines]

Three’s a Crowd

Malia Tate x Lydia Martin x Female!Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: T💕

Request: “Malia, Lydia, Y/N threesome? Make it long pls.”

Warnings: Language, female x female smut, smut (obviously), oral, threesome

   I happily walked to where my girlfriend asked me to meet her this weekend. I saw Lydia standing around looking at her phone.

   “Hey, baby!” Lydia pushed her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.

   “Hiya, sweet thing!” I smiled at Lydia brightly. She is seriously the finest thing in my life.

   Lydia leaned down and kissed my lips. We both smiled as we kissed. We pulled away and Lydia took my hand in hers.

   Malia Tate walked up shortly after our kiss. My stomach erupted with butterflies. Now, don’t get me wrong, Lydia Martin owns my heart, but I have honestly always had a thing for Malia. And who wouldn’t? She is so damn perfect in every way.

   “Hey, pretty ladies.” Malia hugged me and then Lydia.

   “Hey, love.” Lydia said. “So, do you want me to ask her or do you want to ask her?”

   I rose my right eyebrow. “Ask me what?”

   “It’s fine, Mal, I can do it.” Lydia said.

   My girlfriend looked me in my eyes. “Y/N, babe, I have a serious question for you. I need you to think about it clearly, okay?”

   “Okay.” I nodded.

   Lydia brought Malia forward. “Do you want to have a threesome with Malia and me? Now, Y/N, if you don’t–”

   I crashed my lips into Lydia’s and roamed her mouth with my tounge. I pulled away and bit my lip.

   “Yes, I do. But can we do it, like, now? The entire idea got me kind of excited.” I winked at Malia and she made a kiss face at me in response.

   “If you want to do it now, babe, we can. I’m totally down for it right now too, if you want to know the truth.” Lydia giggled at us.

   I took both Malia and Lydia’s hands and sped out to my car. I climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car. Malia and Lydia were making out in the back seat.

   “Whose house are we going to?” I asked.

   Malia stopped kissing Lydia long enough to lean forward and whisper in my ear. “My house is closer, but I also wouldn’t complain if I fucked you in the back seat of this car.”

   I moaned a little and started to drive to Malia’s house.

   Malia pushed open her front door and Lydia and I followed her through the livingroom and to the wooden stairs. It was a short climb up the stairs and to Malia’s bedroom. I pushed open Malia’s bedroom door. Her bed was perfectly made, covered in navy blue sheets. I looked at the bed a little while longer and thought about what was about to happen. I knew the bed wasn’t going to stay that perfect for very long.

   Malia sat on her bed and pulled me down to her level by my arm. The amount of arousal that was pumping through my veins made my head kind of fuzzy; I didn’t remember taking off my clothes, or watching either one of the other girls take off their clothes, but the three of us were all naked nonetheless.

   “Before we all get started together,” Lydia turned to me, “I want to watch you and Malia together.”

   I grinned at my girlfriend. She brought her lips to mine. Malia waited until we were done before grabbing my chin and turning my head toward her.

   “My turn”. She said.

   I smiled and kissed Malia and pushed my tounge in her mouth.

   The two of us moaned while we kissed. Malia pushed me down against her pillows. As Malia pulled away, I looked over at Lydia sitting in the chair near the side of the bed, completely naked.

   She massaged her breastss and Malia kissed down my body. She drug her lips down my body. She kissed down the front of my body until she reached just above my clit. Malia hoisted my legs up, resting my calves on her shoulders.

   I took my gaze off of Lydia and turned it to Malia.

   “My god, Y/N. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to taste your sweet cunt.” Malia moaned.

   I bit my lip. “So why don’t you?”

   I got a smile from Malia in response to my question. Malia looked at my girlfriend, and she just nodded and spread her legs a little wider.

   Malia licked a straight line up my soaking wet entrance. The contact made me gasp. Malia licked me again, this time swirling her tounge on my clit. I moaned out loud; A moan fell from Lydia’s lips as well.

   Malia took my clit in her mouth and sucked on it. She then ran her fingers over my vagina lips, teasing me. “Fuck, Mal. U-use your fingers, please?” 

   Lydia moaned from her chair. “Mmmm. It sounds so good when you beg, Y/N. It makes me so wet just listening to it.”

   I felt my walls stretch as Malia stuck her index and middle finger inside my pussy. I moaned out Malia’s name as she sucked on my clit harder and pushed her fingers in and out of me. The motions of her fingers made a sweet sloshing noise as she ficked me.

   “Fuck! Oh, God, Malia. Shit, it feels so good!” I panted and pinched my nipples.

   Malia let go of my clit and looked at me “Y/N? I want you to look at Lydia while I fuck your pussy. Can you do that for me?”

   I nodded and looked at Lydia. Malia continued her work on my pussy, bringing me nothing but amazing pleasure. I took in Lydia’s complexion. Her face was flushed, her hair ws a mess, and her fingers were burried deep inside of her pussy.

   “You look so fucking sexy, babe.” I moaned while Malia hit my g-spot with her fingers.

   Lydia smirked. “I never thought I would get so hot while watching you get eaten out by one of my best friends. But–ooh–it’s gonna make me cum.” 

   I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a high pitched squeal. “I’m going to cum! Ohfuckyes!”

   Malia started to lick my clit harder and curled her fingers inside of me, hitting that one spot perfectly.

   Lydia moaned loudly. “Fuck!” She panted. “Wow, that was amazing.”

   Lydia walked to the bed and kissed me. I groaned and clenched my walls around Malia’s finger. I screamed loud enough to hurt my throat. I grinnded down on Malia’s fingers and rode out my orgasm.

   My panting filled the room. “So, Malia, it’s your turn. I also have that thing you asked me to get.” Lydia pused Malia’s hair behind her ear.

   I looked at Lydia and Malia skeptically. Lydia walked to her prada bag and pulled out a black plastic bag.

   I knew that the only store in Beacon Hills that sold anything that left in a black bag was the “Adult Toy Shop”, so I was a little nervous and a little excited to see what it was.

   Lydia unwrapped the bag from the object inside. She pulled something out that was bright pink in color with black straps on it.

   Oh my! It’s a strap on!

   “That’s an interesting purchase. How come you didn’t tell me?” I asked Lydia.

   “Because,” She said, “if you would have said no to the threesome, I would have suprised you with it.”

   I nodded. Lydia got the strapon hooked on to her body and advanced to Malia. Lydia took a bottle off of the dresser.

   “Oh, hun, you won’t need that. I promise. My action with Y/N got me plenty wet enough.” 

   I smirked. Lydia kissed Malia. “On your hands and knees.” Lydia demanded.

   Malia obeyed and Lydia slapped her ass with the fake cock. I crawled over to my girlfriend’s side. I watched her slide the fake cocl into Malia’s pussy.

   Malia’s juices already started to drip down her legs. She really wasn’t joking about getting wet from earlier.

I leaned over and took Lydia’s left boob in my hand. I licked her nipple until it was hard, then I sucked it into my mouth.

   Malia moaned and then Lydia did too. It turned me on to watch my girlfriend fuck Malia. I guess now I know what Lydia meant when she said it turned her on to watch her girlfriend fuck someone else.

   “You take my cock so well, Mal. Does it feel good? Does my cock feel good inside your pussy?” My girlfriend’s dirty talk was certainly something that I could get used to hearing.

   Malia started to rub her clit. “Oh, yeah, it feels so good. fuck me with your cock Lydia.”

   Lydia snapped her hips faster and fucked Malia harder.

   I cupped Lydia’s other boob in my hand and pinched her nipple. 

   Malia screamed out very loud. I continued to watch the pink strapon slide in and out of her pussy.

   Malia’s hand moved faster and her moans got louder.

   “Lydia! I’m–I’m coming–FUCK!!” Malia collapsed on the bed as she came.

   Lydia pulled out of her and took the toy off of her pelvis. I scooted closer to Lydia’s body. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

   I opened my eyes and found myself standing in the same spot Lydia asked me to meet her.

   “Do you want to have a threesome with me and Malia?” Lydia asked me.

   I smirked. “Absolutely.”

[spunkyfuckgirl-blog]

#ohfuckyes #pleaseohpleasei'llbeagoodgirl

[kurlykayaker]

11-7-2016

(Re: Written 16 years after my father passed away.) it’s funny how people say “it gets easier after death” I’ve experienced the death of myself   many times but I’m still alive witnessing friends suffer from suicidal ideations a twin brother of a classmate lost to / days after a trans brother opens his   heart. (unrelated events) I’ve been trying to write this poem about my current struggle but the arrangement wasn’t there in my mind / until now death- inevitable, everywhere – a part of your cells will be shed when you leave this room, before you lay down to go to bed. this is death at its microscopic level. many events will occur between now and then, you won’t remember them all but they’ll occur. a series of events occurring simultaneously. religious, spiritual, or meant-to-be, the day I come to Group.  so-no-trivial-tribulations shared from trans brothers, Native Americans’ learn through speaking, my father’s death has become a place for me to love myself more, grow more – the journey hasn’t ended. my Physics Phd friend, his first semester (just last night), “I only got in because I went to OU” “Really?” I respond, he’s struggling in a class,  his self-esteem is below sea-level, after dinner, we go to Kroger: a Physics undergrad   has a final tomorrow, Kroger took his friend’s notes the day before a hard final, friend tells him about jobs at Clippinger. I drive him home. the connections that attach you to someone / who seems so far away  Is closer than you know. (today/tomorrow, I will write my classmate a letter- a letter of comfort, because she lost someone so close to her) my words can be like a soft lullaby in the background   you’re falling asleep to / eventually, the universe will bring the subconscious message to  your conscious attention. “it gets easier after death.” depression- my homemade anecdotal definition: a genetic predisposition to not pay attention (literally)  and automatically almost autopilot, believe the worst in one’s self, even if through sheer apathy. death-dejection, depression, down, disappointed, drugged, dull, lack of motivation, what is the inverse of my homemade definition of depression?  Math will hardly fail you. during my own trench of suicidal thoughts/depression, my older’s brother’s gun was closer than I’d like it to be, my Patronus picked it up on the darkest nights and contemplated. yet my physical body never left my body for the 12+ hours at a time. I dreamt of being with my father,  all pain eradicated, kayaking with him daily- laughing // my recovery was largely due to  putting my faith in a combination of neurochemistry,  psychology, love, and self- appointed goals almost every American experiences depression but rarely talks about it. will you be the first to talk about it? and yet most hate to hear this-   it isn’t an isolated event, it may happen again over a girl, a job, finances, your own goals. I see my fellow PT-cohort daily – the words, “STUPID” flash from my forehead fruitously, my frontal lobe trying to intervene, I’m way better than I was / this summer .... the dude in the postal office knows my name?, we connect... without thinking, i say, “I see these early 20’s supported by Mommy and Daddy,  what’s a 40 hour work week and school?,   what is work ethic beyond your study habits?” yet your grades stand well and you’re positive too, because you were given what you needed- beyond socially, but genetically and in your own neurophysiological form-ohfuckyou.” but have they gone within the fire, to replace every cell? Do they know what’s it’s like to fall-off the court-so low? (they may not recover). maybe they have. I am definitely not a sexy Target / Martha Stewart cookie cutter.