#peep the fuzzy pants

[artfromthevoid]

Return of the King

Goodnight tumblr, goodnight.

[hanasnx]

NO KISS SEX — satoru gojo.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: bratty fem reader | dom satoru | established relationship | explicit sexual content | cock warming | fluffy | size difference | no kiss sex.

“Sato, please?” you beg, pouting your bottom lip so enticingly SATORU GOJO nearly breaks his streak just to lick at it out of familiarity.

“Wasn’t this your idea?” he anecdotes amusedly, tilting his head with that wolfish grin. “You said you wanted to try it, and now you don’t wanna commit.”

“I change my mind!” you insist, bobbing your body in place to emphasize your frustration, his cock still lodged comfortably up in your guts in a mating press. “It’s lonely.”

He gives a few swings of his hips, and your lashes flutter in turn. “‘Lonely?’” he parrots in feigned disbelief. “You wan’a kiss that bad?”

Eagerly, you nod, under the impression he’s about to give in and you raise your head to meet his with an innocent smile. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, honest.” You eye up his lips, just out of your reach.

“Ah, ah,” he chides, arching away. “I distinctly remember,” he states matter-of-factly as he picks himself up using your knees, pressing them to the pillow as your head is forced to lay back down and you peep and grit your teeth when the dick soaking in your hole brushes your spongy spot. It twitches, but he keeps it sheathed. He alters his expression to exhibit what he sees when he looked at you earlier, upturned brows, wide-o-shaped mouth, and heightens his voice to an embarrassing high pitch that grates the ears, “‘Goji, I want to try no-kiss-sex, please? Please? Can we-can we-can we?’” he mimics you unflatteringly, and you reach up to yank him back down to you. “You only call me ‘Goji’ when you want something, just like you call me ‘Sato’ when you’re trying to butter me up.”

You jerk your head away in a mock attempt at bratting, frowning your brows as he snickers through his nose as you, readjusting so he pulls out a few inches just to push back in. As if he’s testing the waters with his hips, watching your minute reactions written all over your pitiful little face. You pant through your mouth, so he keeps going, slowly sinking in and out.

“If you get so lonely, why’d you suggest it?” he questions, soothing you out of your difficult mindset and your want to be uncooperative with the splendid ministrations of his cock licking your insides.

“I dunno, I saw it on a show or something! I wanted to see if it would make me want it more.” you inform him with a fair amount of attitude, and toy with his hair at the nape of his neck. That pout resurfaces, and you must know you’re making your pillowy lips look so irresistible that Satoru bites his own hard. He has to remind himself he’s proving a point. Even folded in half you’ve got some kind of power over him.

“Does it?” he asks, more winded than before as your hole loosens the slightest, letting him pull out more. You question him with an idle hum, brain fuzzy from the sensations pulsing from your core. “Does it make you want it more?”

“Yes!” you cry, offended he’d ask such a thing. “Obviously!”

That wolfish grin stretches back onto his mouth as he dips down, and a grateful thrill blooms in your chest at the notion he’s going to do it this time! You offer yourself to him, facing him to reach for him, but as soon as you get close he rears his head. Your lips narrowly miss each other. Your bodies bob as he moves in you, a steady pace of pulling completely out to ease in until he bottoms out. He’ll do all that, exhibiting a strong sense of control over his body, but he won’t give you a kiss. Instead, he does the same thing as before, ducking so you’ll gain a false sense of security, reach for him again. He teases you, keeping his lips just out of your area of influence. “Stop that!” you whine, your brows pinching together from the pleasure he’s giving you between your legs.

“Can’t help it, pretty, you make it so easy.” he taunts, “You keep falling for it.” As soon as he’s said it, he stoops and lingers, letting your cock-drunkened brain work through the thought process, lifting yourself again out of habit and trust to go for a kiss. Once more he corrals it from you, but he laughs this time. A jeer that burns your cheeks hot as you glare at him. “You keep falling for it!”

“Satoru!”

“I see the appeal now.” he lowers his voice, the grain of it traveling down your spine straight to your core, taking his cock at gradually hastened pace. “No-kiss-sex, huh? This shit was a good idea, baby.”

[blkkizzat]

As Nurse Geto quickly tears through the community, we must know what the rest of the group’s go-to slutty Halloween costume is.

I typed a whole thing on my phone and then it got deleted cause my phone died. I'm an idiot lmfao. But yaaas lets do this round 2!!

JJK Slutty Halloween Costumes

Gojo is too pretty not to be our slutty baby girl. We gonna dress him in something cute like a slutty Little Bo Peep. A cute lil baby blue dress with ribbons and bows to match his eyes. The top will be corseted but come just below the nipples which will be covered with little pasties with blue braided tassels on them. Of course our baby girl also going to be wearing some garters attached to sheer white stockings and some mary janes on his feet. Gojo knows he looks sexy as hell but he will still blush when he realizes the skirt of his dress is so short you can see the precum staining his cute white panties.

Toji is like a wild animal and as such its only fitting that he is Tarzan. The man is going to be in nothing but a furry loin cloth, cheeks out in the breeze. We are going to need some STURDY material though cause Toji hangs LOW and HEAVY. He's gonna break like 3 of them before we finally find one that works for him. He's also going to most definitely use this costume as an excuse to act like a complete fool. He's not going to let you walk anywhere and just slang you over his shoulder, ass up. "Me Toji. You woman. Me eat pretty pussy from back."

Choso is a puppy. The man is TOO eager to be obedient. He wears black fuzzy ears and a collar with a bell so you can see hear him coming and will walk around on all fours following you around everywhere like a puppy too. He's so obedient for you, wearing nothing else but a cockring and tight black demin shorts. He'll stay like that all day too until he can't take it any more and beg for your permission for him to cum. You better not keep him waiting too long though bestie or once you release him you will find out your cute lil puppy actually got that DAWG in him. Then it will be your turn to be puppy when he ties your hands back and relentlessly delivers backshots in doggy position.

Nanami is a Magic Mike/Chippendales dancer. We all know this man looks good in a suit but imagine what he looks like just in a bowtie and form fitting suit pants. OILED UP, glistening and muscles flexing he will have you salivating when when he finally rips off his suit pants to reveal himself in a tiny black thong. You know he is going to give you a show too. But you will have to be a good girl. No touching. Just sit there and let him do all the work. [lol now i want to write a whole drabble about this]

Sukuna you will have to fight to get in a costume but once you tell him he would make the perfect slutty priest he is all for the sacrilege. White priest collar attached to a black sleevless latex top cropped at the waist, showing off his taunt abs. He doesn't miss your stares as your eyes are drawn lower to his tight latex pants sitting low on his hips and showing off his v-line and the imprint of his huge cock. He's definitely going to power trip and let it go to his head. "On your knees slut, it's time to confess and repent."

[the-kr8tor]

Bloodbath

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your vampire roommate accidentally gets drunk off of blood.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, vampire hunter! Reader, wwdits au, mockumentary trope, vampire au, set in the pursuit of blood au, cw blood, cw injury, cw suggestive, fluff.

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A request from @al1x00 — May I have garlic cloves in a heart shaped bottle please? IPOB!Hobie accidentally drinking the blood of a drunk person and now R has to deal with an incoherent tipsy vampire.(Make sure you get some proper rest and drink lots of water! Ly😽❤) --- i could not pass this one up for the halloween theme it's literally so perfect! Thank you for requesting, angel!!!

“Hobie, no!” You yell just as when he's about to lunge at a poor runner, who's unfortunate enough to jog at night, who just happens to run past you and your very drunk vampire roommate in his enormously large bat form.

The camera pans towards the yelling, lenses zooming in, spotlights shining brightly on the man in the shortest running shorts known to mankind and his entire body floating five feet off the ground as Hobie's claws latch onto his shirt. His screams echo around the park, and Hobie's bat shrieks sound above it like an endless click of a ballpoint pen.

You glance at the camera with your wide desperate eyes, mouth agape and hand pointing at the situation. “Put. Him. Down!” Yelling, you jump up, trying to grab hold of the stranger's trainers. “You've had enough blood!”

The scene shifts to you looking disheveled, hair messed up with your cheek having an unmistakable claw scratch while you hoarsely talk to the camera crew.

“Motherfucker drunk from an incredibly inebriated CEO of a shady tech company.” You explain bluntly.

The lens zooms out of your exasperated face, camera showing you hugging the large shrieking bat in your arms with your jean jacket wrapped around his flailing form whilst he tries and fails to bite and scratch you. “I tried to warn him that the fucker had every drug and cocktail flowing in his veins. But noooo, no one ever fucking listens to me!” You shake him in your arms, making the annoyed and adrenaline filled bat yell in his high pitched shriek.

Hobie's face escapes his denim prison, long ears fluttering in the breeze and fangs in full display as he tries to take a chunk out of you. You manage to dodge his attacks, face turning as far away as you could.

With a crunch of leaves underfoot, the cameraman backs away when you accidentally shove your face in the lens. Panting, the man behind the camera makes sure to keep his distance away from you and the angry bat as it zeroes in on the bleeding corpse right behind you. The body's foot twitches, and the producer takes that as a sign to anonymously call an ambulance.

“Fuck!” You stomp your foot down, and the thousand year old vampire stops his twisting and turning to look up at you with his big red button eyes. Hobie makes a sound akin to a chirp, fangs sticking out from his lip. “We're going home, Hobie.”

He trills in your arms, fuzzy head nudging your chest. You can feel how incredibly warm he is under the denim jacket, a sure fire way to tell that he is still under the influence of…everything.

“Don't flash those pretty eyes at me, you little shit.” You start to walk towards his street, hugging him tight against your chest like a chihuahua gone wild. He sneers, and you realize that he's taking a peek into your head and he did not like that thought one bit. “Get out of your head!” You squeeze him in your arms.

Smirking, you flash an image into your mind of him wearing a fancy three piece suit with a look of sheer egotistical pleasure while counting wads of dirty money. He shouts gutturally, now regretting the little peep inside your mind. The sound makes a few passers by look at you weirdly. The entire camera crew following you around doesn't help. “It's a toy, mind your fucking business.” You say to one of them, making them walk faster away from you.

Sighing, you finally see the dark gothic house around the corner. Its spires just screams ‘there’s a vampire living here!’ and its stained glass windows, circular topiaries, and wrap around porch says that the person living inside wasn't born in the same century as anyone else living in the same street. You still have no idea how no one has noticed their thousand year old neighbor. You love the place though, it's home and you wouldn't have it any other way. Even though the pipes need to be replaced with ones that don't give you some type of rusted water related disease whenever you take a drink from the faucet.

Your trainers stomp on the porch, juggling in between carrying Hobat and getting your keys from your pockets. He tries to escape your hold, head wiggling out of the denim burrito you wrapped him in. You can feel his toes wiggling on your stomach. “Don't you dare, Hobart.” With a stern tone, he falls limp, chirping, sounding like a whine. “Don't be cute with me,” you struggle to find the right key in your carabiner. “we're almost there.” You say much softer this time when the door unlocks.

The second you open the door, Hobie wiggles out and then flies off into the house. He zigzags, making questionable turns as he flies under the influence with his large wings flapping about and accidentally swatting away hundred year old vases and furniture.

“I'll let him empty his energy before I try to sober him up.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, arms crossed as you watch him fly around with endearment. He looks and sounds adorable just squeaking and flying about.

Closing the door, the crew stands just behind you, capturing the perfect moment when Hobie, again, a thousand year old vampire with abilities beyond human comprehension and years of forgotten knowledge from fallen civilizations inside his mind, flies into the far end of the hall. Crashing into the mauve wallpaper, leaving a Hobat shaped mark of dried blood from his unfortunate victims.

His claws try to keep him on the wall but his bat body has run out of steam. He slides down the wall, claw marks dragging down and scratching the wallpaper.

You briskly walk towards him, concerned, you walk a bit slower to feign nonchalance in front of the camera. Once you make it to him, you bend at the waist to look down at his stretched out form. His wings are unfurled, belly up, and ears perked as he sees you in his vision.

“You done now, Hobie?”

With a puff of black smoke, he returns to his form. His legs are sticking up and folded against the wall, arms stretched out next to him with his lopsided grin thrown at you.

“‘ello, lovie.” He chuckles, or giggles more like, as he makes grabby hands up at you. “What am I doin' on the floor? We havin’ our fun time on the floor now?”

The camera crew looks at each other with furrowed brows and questions swirling in their heads. You spare them a look of embarrassment that quickly morphs into fake ignorance.

“Not today,” you say gently, his red eyes sparkling in the yellow light of the hallway. You always wonder why he chose yellow bulbs in some parts of the house including his room. You have a feeling it's because it reminds him of the unobtainable warmth of the sun. “You need your coffin.”

“Will you join me?” He asks, fingers flexing about as he beckons you over. You indulge him, leaning down to let him grasp at your jaw. Surprisingly, he holds you carefully like you're the most valuable thing in the house instead of all the artifacts he gathered throughout the centuries just laying about the home.

“You need to sober up, and you can't do that when I'm hogging all the space in the coffin.”

“That's why I keep tellin' you that we should get a bigger coffin that can fit the both of us together.” He brushes his thumb across your cold bitten lips. Gasping like he got a brilliant idea, he pats each of your cheek, squishing it in his hands, careful not to scratch you with his sharp nails. “We should buy one tomorrow!”

You chuckle, hands reaching up to bracelet your fingers around his wrists, grabbing them to make him unlatch himself off of you. “Okay, sleep first then we'll go out to look for one.”

A wide grin spreads across his face. “Really?”

You subtly (or think that it's subtle enough) kiss his pulse point where you would feel his heartbeat if his heart still beats against his chest. “Really, we'll get a red velvet lined one.”

“How about a coffin with a telly in it so you could watch your shows?”

You smile, “I'd like that. For now, shower first because you smell like the floor of a pub.”

“Still fit though, hm?” Hobie winks, but with his drunkenness, he looks like he's spasming. It earns a guffaw from you, finding it adorable.

“Very handsome, my—” you glance sideways at the camera still recording, you've forgotten about them for a second. Clearing your throat, you help him up on his feet. “Let's go before I puke.” Playing it cool, you still look like your pants fell down to your feet.

Even drunk off his mind, Hobie sees through it, arms snaking along your middle, putting a show in front of the camera by shoving his face into the crook of your neck. Not biting, just smiling against your flushed skin. You can feel his fangs poking and prodding at you playfully.

You curse silently, holding him properly and hiding your flustered expression from the camera as you turn your back from the crew.

—

Locking the bathroom door, you made sure that the camera crew had enough tea and biscuits in the dining room before walking upstairs to check on Hobie. The crews’ chatter echoing from the vents prove that they're well occupied and distracted. Turning around, you face Hobie with a soft smile as he lounges in the bubbly bathtub that smells like Halloween incarnate.

“How's the water?” You ask, closing the distance and sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet to look at him fondly.

Hobie places his cheek on top of the edge of the black bathtub, cheek squished on the porcelain. “Just right, love.” He smiles as steam rises from the water, condensation rising up to the forest coloured tiles, “and the children?”

“Occupied with my expensive biscuits from my godmother.” You place your chin on your palm, eyes flicking from his wet face down to his shimmering torso. “You seem to be having fun with my bath bomb.”

He chuckles, fangs peeking out from his lips. A sign that he's extremely happy, you know it well. “It's red!” With a handful of bath water, he pours it from above to show you its crimson hue. “You're such a big fan of me aren't you? Mimickin’ a fraction of my power.”

“You bathe in a tub full of blood? I don't remember you ever doing that, Hobart.” With a roll of your eyes, you stand up only to sit back down next to the tub. Sitting cross-legged, you place your arms on the cool edge of the porcelain, eyes staring up at Hobie with pure affection while your index finger swirls patterns in the glittery red water. “Sounds like a great bath though.”

“Says the vampire hunter.” He dabs a droplet of water onto the tip of your nose, watching it slowly drip down into the tub. “Stop it with the bloody Hobart, thought we got past that months ago.” He seems completely sober by now, the blood juice box (that may or may not have come from your veins) helped a lot in flushing his system. You always kept them fresh in his freezer next to your orange popsicles.

“Whatever you say, Hobat.” You wink, feeling relaxed with the warmth from the water and the cinnamon pumpkin smell.

Hobie smiles softly instead of scoffing like you thought he would. A single fang peeks out from under his lip, reminding you of an adorable cat. He reaches for your hand closest to him, and then slowly, he puts his head atop your hand, nuzzling close to you. Thumb brushing along your scratch mark on your cheek, he looks apologetic while he heals it with his touch alone. Literally, it's nonexistent now that he poured a fraction of his power atop your warm skin.

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “Just curious, can you turn into a cat?”

“Is that not in any of your tomes?” He raises a brow, red eyes hazy from the hot water and tender affection from you.

You shrug, laying your head down on your arm so that you're facing him adjacently. “I remember reading that it's a rare ability.”

“Yeah?” His eyes soften, leaning ever closer to you. You can feel his cold touch amidst the warmth of the water as his lips gently caress your jaw. From the tip of your jawline down to your chin, he kisses you with so much affection that your breath hitches in your throat and nothing in your mind remains but his lips upon your own. “Tell you what,” he says against your waiting lips. “I'll tell you in exchange for a proper kiss.” He didn't need to open his mouth to say those words to you, you can hear his deep voice in your mind. Whispering those words only for you.

“Deal,” you reply in your mind, and he grins, showing you his fangs that have never scared you. Sharp ends that have always been gentle against your soft skin, fangs that were meant to leave you bone dry, but he never does. Only leaving you woozy on your feet, happy that you've helped him, content in the arms of someone you were meant to kill— taught to kill. You're glad you didn't that day, that day you got close with your wooden stake mere inches away from his heart that you now adore.

He kisses you, and you don't mind the copper taste anymore as the kiss gets sweeter than ambrosia and as saccharine as nectar whilst he pulls you into the tub with him.

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[hotnbloodied]

can you do part 2 of

Yan!Loser X Reader

about how she wake up to see her yandere loser friend there and how she low key also like him and into what he’s doing (and also wants to starts a family)but is to embarrass to tell him (and can there also be smut to)

Sure, this is a bit of a shorter one since I'm not too good at doing part 2 of my one shots. Oh, and, since part 1 was with a gender neutral reader I decided to keep the reader as gender neutral. Hope you enjoy.

-˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yan!Loser X Reader (pt. 2)

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

TW: kidnapping, drugging, dub-con, obsessive behavior, confinement, delusional yandere.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

Pt. 1

Your head felt heavy, your throat felt dry. What the fuck happened last night? You tugged at your arms and realized you were stuck, your heart rate picks up, waking you up even further. You look around the room, it was very minimal with a red and black theme to it. The main standout was the pictures of you plastered all over the room. “Hello?” You shouted out as best as you could, “is anyone there?” Not long after you heard footsteps and the door to the room bursting open, Lester gripping the handle, a smile creeping onto his face. “Hello darling!” You feel your brows crease before asking, “darling…?” “That’s right! I knew we were meant to be together ever since you sat next to me when we met.” You looked at Lester, you didn’t realize he felt like this the entire time. It made you think back to all the time you two spent together and reflect on the relationship between the two of you.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt pressure on the bed. Lester was making his way over to you, slowly looming closer and closer until he was on top of you. He laid his head on your chest, “your heartbeat sounds different when you are awake, darling. There’s more life to it.” You blush at his words, he’s always been like this hasn’t he? All the times you thought he muttered something under this breath only for him to pretend nothing of the sort happened. “Lester, wait–” He cuts you off, “no, I’m not waiting anymore.” The sound of tape reverberated through the room and before you could make another peep you feel it being plastered over your mouth. “I’ll show you how much I love you, then you’ll understand that I’m the only one for you.”

Lester starts shakily kissing your cheeks, hot breath touching your skin after each kiss. You could feel him slowly starting more and more worked up by how he’s rubbing himself on your thigh. You couldn’t help but think he was a little cute with his actions. Suddenly you feel something wet enter your ear, this tongue? Shiver involuntarily course through your spine and you whimper through your taped mouth. “You know, I’ve always wanted to try giving a hickey. You’ll let me, right darling?” He proceeded to chomp down on your neck, making you flinch, his teeth slowly grazing on the skin before his lips proceeded to slowly but harshly suck. Ah fuck, he was getting you worked up, you could feel it in your pants; which he snaked his way into. “Oh? Looks like I’m doing a better job than I expected in loosening you up darling. Enough so you can take me.” His fingers play with your opening as he still works on creating more hickies on your neck. You quickly get to the point where you’re just desperate to be filled now as you move your hips with his fingers trying to get to your climax. He stops working his fingers and repositions himself with his face between your legs, tonguing, licking and lapping at your sensitive bits causing your brain to get all fuzzy and your body to feel like it was melting into more pleasure.

Finally, he positions himself between your legs and slowly fills you until he’s all the way in. He pumps his dick in and out of you, the rhythm starting off slow but soon picking up speed until it felt like the pleasure cascades into a crescendo and the orgasm ripples through both of you. He finishes in you and slides next to you after the fact, cooing about wanting a family with you. “I think our children would look so cute, what do you think? …Oh right! Your mouth is still taped isn’t it? I’m going to take it off okay? But you have to be good.” There was no way that tape being ripped off your face wasn’t going to hurt but, fuck, it stung. He watched intently as you adjusted your mouth to being free again, eagerly awaiting your next words with heightened anticipation. “I think…” you start, “we got this far, but I expect a house,” you joked.

Lester looks at you with a blank expression, it more so seemed surprised, “wait, so you agree?” You blush, “it’s not the worst plan in the world.” Lester engulfed you into a hug, “oh thank you, thank you darling. I swear, I’ll make you the happiest in the world,” before showering you with kisses. He almost couldn’t believe it, you were willing to be his, well, you were going to be his no matter what but this made things easier for him. Not that it mattered much, you were never going to ever escape him, even if you wanted to darling.

Pt. 1

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 09 -> CH 10

"Feeling sexual attraction isn't a crime Jack." "No but I'm pretty sure jerking off while watching the neighbor might be."

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Jack slept without interruption the entire night. His body had let him relax enough and his mind was fuzzy. He woke up with a slight ache in his throat, assuming he had slept so well that he had snored. It wasn't until he remembered the cum stained pants in the corner that he felt shame wash over his body. He took a shower trying to scrub away the negative thoughts that swirled around in his head, begrudgingly taking his meds and waiting for the opportunity to talk to his doctor.

"Good Morning Jack, how was your-" He barely let him get through pleasantries.

"I think I need to be locked up." Jack practically yelled into the computer.

"Okay...did something happen last night?" Dr. Carty remained calm.

"Yeah and I think I may be a predator or something." Jack shook his head unsure, wringing his hands.

"I'm going to need a lot more than that please." Dr. Carty pressed.

"Last night, I was finally able to jerk off...to completion." Jack explained like he was expecting him to know.

"Was the subject of your infatuation a minor or someone who has a mental disability that leaves them unable to make intellectual decisions?" The doctor seemed almost afraid to receive the answer but Jack scrunched his face.

"What? No. The neighbor was outside changing out of her work clothes late last night." Jack's explanation made the doctor sigh with relief.

"Feeling sexual attraction isn't a crime, Jack." The doctor could tell Jack was still upset.

"No but I'm pretty sure jerking off while watching the neighbor might be." He insisted.

"I mean, it's rude to say the least in terms of consent but you didn't seek her out. You weren't peeping through the windows or leaving spy cameras in the shower stalls. You simply saw an attractive young woman's naked body, who you also seem to have a good repore with." Jack tried to calm his breath listening to the doctors rationalize his actions.

"Jack, if you had a history of predatory behavior, I would be the first person to send someone to pick you up for treatment. You are not a danger to your neighbor. I hope your regrettable actions didn't cause you to be a danger to yourself." Dr. Carty looked him over but Jack voluntarily lifted his arms up to show him that he was unharmed.

"How are you feeling today?" He followed.

"I mean I slept great. I just woke up and realized what I had done last night, started freaking out and this is where I'm at now." Jack ran his hands through his hair frustrated.

"How did you feel last night? I know you had been struggling with the ability to feel sexual inclinations." Jack had mentioned that he had been pent up for over a year now and all the doctor did was make a note of it.

"I mean I was thrilled. I couldn't believe I could actually get hard let alone finish." Jack explained.

"So you think maybe your connection with your neighbor is going well." Jack shook his head.

"I barely know her. I'm just a guy who appreciates a really attractive naked woman." Jack blew it off but the doctor shook his head.

"If that were the case, you wouldn't have had any issues reaching completion in the year prior. You like her, at the very least you feel comfortable enough to use her in a fantasy." Dr. Carty continued to take notes.

"I don't exactly know how I feel about that. I mean doesnt that sound a little shady? I use her to get off without her knowledge." Jack added.

"Feeling safe with someone isn't a bad thing Jack. You could always let her know that you find her sexually attractive and see how that goes." Jack snorted a laugh.

"I don't know that we're living in the same timeframe Doc. If you haven't noticed, we're living in the times where woman don't exactly respond well when you make sexual advances on them out of the blue. The last thing I want to do is get punched in the face by the neighbor who's letting me dogsit for her." Most days, Jack was able to get on board with the doctors recommendations. Today he seemed like he hadn't exactly had his coffee yet to be encouraging him to just tell Y/n he whacked off to her.

"I would hope that you were a bit smoother with your approach than to just make sexual advances on her. She seems to get along with you well and trusts you to a degree to watch over a life she cherishes. You may not realize that but she's already let you into a precious part of her life." Jack hadn't looked at it that way. He glanced back over his shoulder at the pup snuggled down on his bed, silently snoozing away.

"Jack, let me remind you that your delusions from your episode were not real. You never physically hurt anyone, espiecally in a predatorily sexual manner. You are not a danger to her or anyone else you choose to have relations with. You are capable of knowing when to reach out for help in the instant you feel something changing. Give yourself some credit." Dr. Carty's words were genine and Jack felt some relief from them.

"Thanks Doc." Jack cleared his throat, slightly startling Ace from his slumber. He moved from the desk after ending his session and crawled into his bed next to him. Ace moved to lay next to him so he could pet him.

"What do you think? You think Y/n would punch me in the face if I told her she had great tits?" Jack scratched behind Ace's ears and he rolled over onto his back to get belly rubs.

"I don't know if its the massochist in me or the self destructive piece of shit that wishes she would just so I'd feel better." Jack huffed. Ace crawled onto his chest and took up residencey to stare him in the face.

"We can't lay here all day buddy. We need food and at least a walk." Ace perked up and jumped from Jack's chest. If only he could find something in his own life that made him as excited as Ace was for a walk.

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

No I went on a little spree. This is the stuff being shipped to me:

Fake septum ring (ion have the money or bravery for it rn)

Big beautiful baggy skeleton pants

My Melody stuffed animal

Jacket with an intricate design on it (shein warrior type design)

Hello Kitty pajama pants (yeah I live with my grandma)

Cool shirt with another intricate shein design

Lil Peep poster I was bullied into getting

Hello kitty stuffed animal

Poster of George Washington that says "stay strapped or get clapped" on it

And a huge black fuzzy comforter with fuzzy pillow cases and all that other stuff. I actually can't wait to sleep in it. It'll cure all of my insomnia I swear.

And my gfs presents that I got for her are being delivered today. I want to share them when she opens it. I can't share them now cause she has Tumblr

[araveninthedarknight]

Yasushi X ftm trans reader smut

18+ interactions only, minors DNI

High and low Smut number 1

Adult only content ahead-minors dni, 18+

warnings and the writing under the cut, please only read if 18+

WARNINGS: Transgender male reader, smut, fluffy porn pretty much, Yasushi is a softy for M/N and is trying to be a good man, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it peeps) creampie, first time writing smut so it may suck (lol, no pun intended) Oral sex (ftm recieving),squirting,dirty talk mentions of being insecure due to being trans with an assigned male at birth boyfriend (nothing too hard though, mostly just light mentions) Slow burn smut because I am mean :P Swearing Long chapter

Yasushi X Assigned female at birth trans male

M/N=male name

H/C=Hair color

E/C=eye color

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yasushi had been dating his boyfriend M/N for a while, and knew he was transgender, He didn't mind it a bit and always made sure to take it at M/N's pace so that he never made him uncomfortable. Recently M/N decided he was ready to take things up a notch with Yasushi, and bring up the idea of having sex with him. He was nervous because sure he was on testosterone now and had had top surgery, which Yasushi had helped him through recovery during, but this was a part of him that he was insecure of, one of his biggest internal fighting points, but he knew he could trust Yasushi, so he was as ready as one could be in his position. He was taking the leap.

"Yasu, can we maybe try today?" M/N asks softly as he sits in his apartment with the mentioned blond, both male's hearts racing post makeout, ready to take the next step."I want to give it a try today, and I really trust you, so I want to finally give myself to you." Though the other male was whispering, Yasushi had heard him loud and clear, a small and gentle smile crossing his face as he listened to the words of his boyfriend.

"If this is what you want, then of course we can baby boy. And if we need to stop at literally any time, we can and we will, no problem." Yasushi says, gently helping M/N off the couch and to his room, kissing his lips gently as he does. He vowed to make it as comfortable for his partner as he could, this was a vounurable time for any couple, the first time, but especially in their situation where one was assigned male at birth and the other a female to male transgender person who has not had lower gender reassignment surgery.

Soft pink lips place themselves over M/N's, the thick plush skin warming his own mouth, Yasushi's tongue soon rubbing gently across M/N's lips, asking for enterance in the most gentle and caring way as they sit on the bed, M/N on Yasushi's lap with his calloused hands wrapped around his waist to hold him in place.

M/N tangles his fingers though suprisingly soft blonde locks, deepening the kiss and gnelty grinding himself onto the male under him. Though both still fully clothed, it caused soft whimpers to emit from both parties, the friction of dress pants and jeans had caused a delicious wave of pleasure through both males,and made both hearts race, readying for the action to come. Teeth gently gnawing at each other's lips, hands moving from hips to under the thin white t-shirt of the male on the top of Yasushi's lap, his calloused hands warm and comforting as the heat eminated from the palms and grazed over his torso.

The male who's hands had been tangled in his blond boyfriend's loucious hair moved his hands, still kissing him as he removed his flannel, Yasushi hadn't worn more than that and a pair of his dress pants that day since was the weekend, and his parnter was desperate to get the red and black fuzzy shirt off his man.

E/C eyes bore into brown coffee like pools as the kiss broke, only love and tenderness were in the eyes of both of the men. One was wondering how he got lucky to have such a caring and thoughtful partner, the other wondering how the hell he got such a handsome partner that only he could make the normally feral raccon like male soft in the blink of an eye (if you get the refferance, hello my discord fam, i love you!) Yasushi carefully takes off M/N's shirt, making sure he his still ok to continue and not overstepping boundaries, once recieving a nod, he gently lays his parnter down on the bed, kissing the scars that lingered on his chest from top surgery with delicate care, "You are so handsome baby boy. I love you so so much, all of you." His deep voice causes tingles to break out over the skin of the slightly shorter male who was laying under his caring other half, a faint heat rising to his cheeks, covered in light stubble that had only started showing a few weeks before. Before long, the clothes had all hit the floor, and Yasushi took is place between his boyfriend's legs, gently caressing them and placing feather light kisses along the soft skin. He took his time worshiping him, treating him as if he was the last man on earth, rubbing his rough thumbs over the smooth skin on M/N's thighs, making sure to make eye contact and double check that it was ok. Dim led candles lit the room, causing a soft glow to emit around the otherwise dark cave like sleeping space, but the soft light provided just enough light for the H/C on M/N's head to look halo like to Yasushi, as he gently placed a soft kiss on the skin just above his partner's now unclothed crotch. Tingles set the other ablaze, reminding him that his boyfriend didn't care if he was trans and had female equipment on his lowe half still, he loved him for him and was trusted to see the delicate side of himself. "You are stunning baby, if you need me to stop, just tap my head a few times ok?" The normally energetic and loud male had soffened his deep voice, making it sound like flowe pedals had taken it's place, showing more care to his lover.

The blond male gently sticks his tongue to his boyfriend's clit, the soft kitten licks making M/N gasp in pleasure, "Oh fuck!" he mutters, running a finger through his h/c locks to move the hair from his face, already beginning to have a layer of moisture form on the skin there. Yasushi takes this hint, adding pressure with his tongue, raking the pink apendage up and down the folds of his partner' the smell and taste seeming other worldy to him, like a dessert at a fine resturaunt in town. "Mmm baby boy, you taste so good, all sweet just for me baby boy." Golden locks braided back, Yasushi continues to ravage his partner, slowly dipping his tongue into his enterance, giving him all the time to feel loved and get used to this more intamaite setting they were engulfed in. The soft rumble of his voice sent vibrations through M/N's core, causing him to puff out a soft moan, one that suddenly turned to a gasp as he felt a slim finger break through his folds and into his warm cavern. The pleasure caused him to rut his hips into his lover's face, a look of euphoria washing over his e/c orbs. "O-Oh fuck, oh that feels good." The other chuckles against his core, sliding a second finger in and scissoring him open, making sure to be gentle with the thrusts and sucking on his clit gently, the pearl of nerves sending the other over the edge, "s-shit...d-don't wanna cum yet." M/N whines, having started to feel the ball of rubber bands form in his gut, he was no virgin by any means, and knew what it meant, but it still caused heat to form in his cheeks yet again, blood pooling to creat the heat.

"You think you are ready to take me?" Yasushi whispers, licking his slim fingers clean of the other's essance, a drunken look in his coffee eyes as he peers through long lashes at the male under him.

"Yeah, I feel ready enough, and if we need to stop, I'll tell you." He nods, just wanting to feel Yasushi in him, his ferral need to have that pleasure making his voice shake and his teeth catch his bottom lip.

Yasushi lines himself up with his partner, gently lowering his hips to his as he slides in slowly, kissing M/N gently on his lips to distract him from any pain and show him how much he loves him, though his moans rumble through his broad chest and tell his partner all he needs to know, neither is going to want to stop tonight.

"Yasu, oh my god, you feel so fucking good." The male whispers against the full lips of his partner, he can taste himself on his lips and it only makes it all the more erotic for him, knowing that the lips he kissed had tasted him and almost brought him to an earth shattering orgasm. The top male starts to gently move his hips, a hand holding him over his boyfriend while his other hand makes work of his lovers bundle of nerves, wanting to make him feel as good as possible while they make love. "I love you so much baby-fuck.. baby boy. Y-you are doing so well fer me.." Yasushi can feel M/N shudder at his voice as his cock gently caresses his walls, hitting his g-spot repeatedly in a slow but firm pattern, sending fire to both men's cores.

A head of h/c hair rolls back into his pillow, e/c eyes following suit and making their new home rolled into the back of his head, the blonde's head making it's home in his neck, sucking on the tender skin just under his lover's ear, leaving red marks that would over time turn a beautiful shade of purple, the nips and sucking while hips are hammering into each other causing both males to moan out, "F-fuck Yasu!OH my god!" M/N gasps, pleasure taking him over entirly, the sounds of skin on skin and the slurps of sex being drowned out by the cacophany of moans, "MMMM, s'good for me M/N, gonna make me cum baby boy." Yasushi moans back, eyes squeazed shut as he moves his hips faster, fingers making figure eights on his lover's clit, "Gonna let the entire world know that you're mine baby boy, gonna make it so you can't w-walk." The lover pant's his raspy voice makes M/N curl his toes as he wraps his legs around his torso, pulling the two ever closer and making them really become one. The pleasure both felt was immense and before long, whines come out of the writhing male on the mattress, he was close to his peak and feeling it climb up his chest, "G-gonnna... oh shit, gonna c-cum like hell Yasushi...G-gonna cum." He whines, bucking his hips up to meet the blond's trying to chase his high as he yanks golden tendrills, clawing the back of his lover, leaving angry red marks on honey skin and feeling tears mix with his sweat. He had never in his life felt this good, relaxed enough to get any pleasure from sex, this was a first, and Yasushi being the one to do it sent him into a frenzy, crying in pleasure. "Cum on my cock baby boy, show me what a good boy you are." The taller male whispers in his ear, pushing his love over the edge, a sea of pleasure crashing around him as M/N finally cums, his walls squeezing and milking Yasushi's dick for all it was worth. watching his partner throw his head back, hearing him scream his name, feeling his warm and wet walls constrict around his hard member made Yasushi cum too, a loud groan falling from his lips, "O-Oh fuckkkkkkkk." Ropes of hot and pearly white liquid seep into the spongy walls of M/N, only heightining the feeling of his own release, he hadn't known he had done it, but he squirted all over his lover, the intense orgasm causing his legs to shake and his core to feel like it was on fire, the passion leaving both guys winded. Hips still and soon all that is heard is panting and a small over stimulated whine falling out of the lips of a very tired h/c male as his partner's now flaccid cock leaves his cavern, their mixed realeases slowly dripping onto the bedding below. yasushi pulls his lover into his toned arms, his bare chest that was gleaming with sweat now housing the head of m/n, voice soft and hoarse from the post orgasmic bliss, "I love you more than anything babe, thank you for trusting me enough to get to make love to you. Because to me that was more than sex, that was love making....and you are the only one I will ever want again." The calloused hands rubbing his back calmed the shorter male as the words made his heart swell, he too was madly in love and wanted no one else. "Thank you for loving all of me and showing me what it's like to not be afraid anymore. I love you so much Yasushi."

And with that both males shared a sweet peck on the lips and fell asleep, their love being woven in time for good.

[hijab-described]

[ID: copied from under the cut. a drawing of 15 disabled people on a yellow background with a light pink floral pattern. from left to right:

1. a fat white person whose left (their left) arm ends before the elbow. their right arm is on their hip, & they are smiling. they have short red hair, a yellow dress with white flowers, white hoop earrings, and black heels. they also have moles and are blushing.

2. a chubby middle eastern woman wearing a light pink embroidered abaya kaftan style robe and a slightly darker pink hijab. the robe's embroidery is delicate mauve vines around the sleeves, and two matching vines down the front. the woman has a german shepherd service dog with her. the. dog is sitting to the viewers right and has its tongue out, and is wearing a service dog vest. the woman is holding the leash to the dog in her right hand, and has her left hand on her hip. she is wearing pink slippers with a mauve gem on the top.

3. a black, bald, thin, nonbinary person with several facial piercings and earrings standing with their left arm lower than the right, slightly tilted backwards, arms hanging by their sides. they are wearing pink sandals, knee braces, a compression glove and elbow brace on their left arm, & have on blue shorts and a bright pink crop top that says 'FUCK ABLEISTS' (peep that underboob 👀 [side eye emoji]).

4. a chubby south asian woman with white hair and a green striped cane wearing a pale green button up shirt with shoulder pads, dark green corduroy pants, and brown loafers. her posture is tilted a bit from scoliosis.

5. a thin east asian man with a facial deformity that affects his nose and makes his left eye lower than the right. he has wavy pink har that is long on top and short on the sides. he is wearing a white cropped tank top with lace at the neck-line, and loose, flowy green pants. his shoes are white with pink detailing. he is turned so his body faces the viewer's right side, but is looking at the camera with his hands in his pockets.

6. a curvy latine autistic person holding a yellow AAC/speech tablet in front of their chest. they have very long light blue curly hair and freckles, and are smiling with their eyes closed. they are wearing dark blue headphones, a yellow short sleeve shirt, a dark blue romper with bows on the shoulders, and yellow sandals.

7. a curvy disabled bed-bound native american person lying in bed on their side facing the viewer and smiling. they have their left arm folded under their head, & their right arm laying next to heir face. the bed is dark brown with blue and white patterned sheets and a fuzzy purple blanket draped over the person and a corner is touching the ground. the person has tan skin and shaved brown hair.

8. a thin black woman with vitiligo, and wavy lime green hair with baby hairs, smiling in a wheelchair with lime green wheels. she is tilting the wheelchair back in a wheelie position. she is wearing a high-neck, sleeveless, black top with a boob window; light blue skinny jeans; tall, black lace-up boots; and dangly earrings.

9. an east asian man who has dwarfism. he is standing with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand up in a peace sign. he has square glasses and long, blonde, curly hair. he is wearing a black turtle neck, orange pants, and black booties.

10. a tall, curvy, white woman with forearm crutches. she is holding the crutch to her right normally, & is resting her left elbow and knee on the left crutch. her hair is shaved and brown on the right side of her head, and on the left side she has lair down to her chest colored in a rainbow pattern. she is wearing a dress that is pale pink with a pale yellow confetti pattern, pale yellow converse, and blue socks.

11. a drawing of a chubby, blind, south asian man. he has short, flowy, gray hair, black sunglasses, black stud earrings, a green sweater, a long black skirt, brown shoes, a gold key necklace, and a white cane. he has his right hand in front of him holding the cane, and his left hand by his side.

12. a fat black person sitting on the ground. their right elbow is resting on their right knee. their left leg is tucked in front of them on the ground, and their left hand is supporting them. they have short pink locs with the sides of their head shaved. they have a cleft lip scar and some moles on their face. they are wearing a black bra with a sheer long sleeve shirt over it, green shorts, and pink booties.

13. a drawing of a chubby latine man with an afro, mustache, and beard standing with his right arm behind his head. his left arm is holding up the end of a red dress with a deep v-neck to reveal his left leg is a prosthetic. he has chest, armpit, and leg hair, and is wearing gold jewelry and black flats.

14. a drawing of a disabled, curvy middle eastern woman with a feeding tube going from her nose to a bag on a pole. she is wearing a green shirt with a foliage pattern, tan shorts, and black combat boots with purple socks. her hair is also purple, and she has several earrings.

15. a drawing of a chubby native american man on a light blue background. he is using a blue rollator and waving. he is wearing a pink striped vest and vibrant green bell bottoms with pink flowers. his hair is long and blue, and he has three tattoo lines on his chin. /end ID]

disabled people are beautiful!!!

(image description below the cut--it wouldn't fit in alt text!!)

a drawing of 15 disabled people on a yellow background with a light pink floral pattern. from left to right:

1. a fat white person whose left (their left) arm ends before the elbow. their right arm is on their hip, & they are smiling. they have short red hair, a yellow dress with white flowers, white hoop earrings, and black heels. they also have moles and are blushing.

2. a chubby middle eastern woman wearing a light pink embroidered abaya kaftan style robe and a slightly darker pink hijab. the robe's embroidery is delicate mauve vines around the sleeves, and two matching vines down the front. the woman has a german shepherd service dog with her. the. dog is sitting to the viewers right and has its tongue out, and is wearing a service dog vest. the woman is holding the leash to the dog in her right hand, and has her left hand on her hip. she is wearing pink slippers with a mauve gem on the top.

3. a black, bald, thin, nonbinary person with several facial piercings and earrings standing with their left arm lower than the right, slightly tilted backwards, arms hanging by their sides. they are wearing pink sandals, knee braces, a compression glove and elbow brace on their left arm, & have on blue shorts and a bright pink crop top that says 'FUCK ABLEISTS' (peep that underboob 👀 [side eye emoji]).

4. a chubby south asian woman with white hair and a green striped cane wearing a pale green button up shirt with shoulder pads, dark green corduroy pants, and brown loafers. her posture is tilted a bit from scoliosis.

5. a thin east asian man with a facial deformity that affects his nose and makes his left eye lower than the right. he has wavy pink har that is long on top and short on the sides. he is wearing a white cropped tank top with lace at the neck-line, and loose, flowy green pants. his shoes are white with pink detailing. he is turned so his body faces the viewer's right side, but is looking at the camera with his hands in his pockets.

6. a curvy latine autistic person holding a yellow AAC/speech tablet in front of their chest. they have very long light blue curly hair and freckles, and are smiling with their eyes closed. they are wearing dark blue headphones, a yellow short sleeve shirt, a dark blue romper with bows on the shoulders, and yellow sandals.

7. a curvy disabled bed-bound native american person lying in bed on their side facing the viewer and smiling. they have their left arm folded under their head, & their right arm laying next to heir face. the bed is dark brown with blue and white patterned sheets and a fuzzy purple blanket draped over the person and a corner is touching the ground. the person has tan skin and shaved brown hair.

8. a thin black woman with vitiligo, and wavy lime green hair with baby hairs, smiling in a wheelchair with lime green wheels. she is tilting the wheelchair back in a wheelie position. she is wearing a high-neck, sleeveless, black top with a boob window; light blue skinny jeans; tall, black lace-up boots; and dangly earrings.

9. an east asian man who has dwarfism. he is standing with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand up in a peace sign. he has square glasses and long, blonde, curly hair. he is wearing a black turtle neck, orange pants, and black booties.

10. a tall, curvy, white woman with forearm crutches. she is holding the crutch to her right normally, & is resting her left elbow and knee on the left crutch. her hair is shaved and brown on the right side of her head, and on the left side she has lair down to her chest colored in a rainbow pattern. she is wearing a dress that is pale pink with a pale yellow confetti pattern, pale yellow converse, and blue socks.

11. a drawing of a chubby, blind, south asian man. he has short, flowy, gray hair, black sunglasses, black stud earrings, a green sweater, a long black skirt, brown shoes, a gold key necklace, and a white cane. he has his right hand in front of him holding the cane, and his left hand by his side.

12. a fat black person sitting on the ground. their right elbow is resting on their right knee. their left leg is tucked in front of them on the ground, and their left hand is supporting them. they have short pink locs with the sides of their head shaved. they have a cleft lip scar and some moles on their face. they are wearing a black bra with a sheer long sleeve shirt over it, green shorts, and pink booties.

13. a drawing of a chubby latine man with an afro, mustache, and beard standing with his right arm behind his head. his left arm is holding up the end of a red dress with a deep v-neck to reveal his left leg is a prosthetic. he has chest, armpit, and leg hair, and is wearing gold jewelry and black flats.

14. a drawing of a disabled, curvy middle eastern woman with a feeding tube going from her nose to a bag on a pole. she is wearing a green shirt with a foliage pattern, tan shorts, and black combat boots with purple socks. her hair is also purple, and she has several earrings.

15. a drawing of a chubby native american man on a light blue background. he is using a blue rollator and waving. he is wearing a pink striped vest and vibrant green bell bottoms with pink flowers. his hair is long and blue, and he has three tattoo lines on his chin.

[glorified-red]

Early Christmas gift!

Thank you @uni-magi-nation & @magickthots !

[theauthxr]

ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ

requested, fanfic, gn!reader

Summary: this is just dilf!Harry being a peeping Tom

CW: mentions of Harry thinking about cheating, male masturbation, Harry almost getting caught, y/n being (not so) oblivious use of 'Little Dove' for the reader

He just couldn’t help it, he knew it was wrong

he was a married man, a father for Merlin’s sake, and yet he couldn’t stop think his little dove, the sweet little neighbour that won the community’s heart when they moved in, he couldn’t stop thinking about you

His obsession with you was getting bad, he couldn’t bring himself to even look at Ginny in the eyes, the woman he swore loyalty to 7 years ago on that altar he now despises so much

And there he was, furiously pumping himself as he watched you rut against the teddy bear he had gifted you as a welcome when you moved in, watching you intently as you desperately chased your release, hips grinding down on the teddy as you whined softly

‘You are going to kill me little dove’ he thought as he felt the pleasure consuming his groin, soft groans leaving his throat as his chest heaved. he was so close, he could feel himself arriving at his climax, but just when he was about to come he heard an harsh knock on his door "Harry..? you in there love..?" he could hear Ginny's muffled voice from behind the door 'she came back erlier���' he could feel the annoyance grow in his gut, soon replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling as he gaze fell back onto you, watching you reach your peak almost made him forget about his ruined orgasm,

"yeah im here..." he replyed, tucking himself back in his pants and closing the curtain as he went to open the door, greeting his unsuspecting wife "welcome back Hun" he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as he listened to her ramble about her day out with the kids as he helped her set the table for dinner. as he went to grab the plates he heard his phone notifications go off

'weird, who could that be' he tought as he pulled out his phone, almost dropping it as he read the notification

Little Dove:

'i hope you enjoyed the show sir, i know i did ;)'

ahhhhh this took forever, hope you like it <3

[sugoi-and-spice]

Stealth Mission (Shigaraki x Reader)

So like, Tomura Shigaraki 100% uses his quirk to decay the condom right?

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

CW: Stealthing (Non-Consensual Condom Removal), Coercion, Established Relationship turned Non-Con/Dub-Con, Explicit Smut

As a reminder, Requests are Open! So if you like my work and have an idea you'd like me to write, send it on in! ^_^

If you weren’t putting the condom on him yourself, you were watching Shigaraki do it like a fucking hawk.

It had definitely been a mistake to say fuck it and go raw that one time you found both your wallets empty. But you’d been getting beyond hot and heavy and it was right before he was leaving for a mission. You didn’t know if you’d ever even see him again so you said fuck it.

Well, you did see him again. And ever since, he hadn’t stopped whingeing when it came to condoms. 

“Come on” he’d groan, grinding against your clothed sex, “You’re not gonna get pregnant and it feels so much better.”

“With how much you get stabbed and shot? Absolutely not.” you snapped, “You can do it with the condom or not at all.”

He let out a whine and a stubborn punch into the pillow, like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum, before moving on to put his lips to better work against your throat.

There was once that he tried to be sneaky about it, slipping it off just before pushing into you from behind. He’d failed to consider the fact that it felt as good for you as it did for him without a condom. There was a clear fucking difference that you felt instantly. And the villain had gotten all of just the tip in before earning a swift donkey kick to the chest. 

Of course, once the act got going, Shigaraki was always out of complaints. Sex was sex, and sex between you was amazing after all. But the moments leading up were always fucking insufferable.

Today, however, there hadn’t been a peep. He didn’t even pose the question, just got down to brass tax. Whether it was because it had been a while since your last coupling and he was desperate or he was finally giving up on the argument altogether, you weren’t sure. Whatever the reason, you were just enjoying the way he was fucking you senseless with only his normal, horny babbling. You never once suspected that he had a plan going in.

“Yeah, you like that?” 

He stood above you, your hips pulled almost entirely off the bed with only his left hand pushing on the back of your knee, his right grinding frantically into your sex, and the snap of his hips keeping you up.

“Y-Yes, fuck yes—!” you cried out.

You could feel him harden and swell within you as he got close, the feeling in tandem with the friction sending you entirely over the edge.

As your orgasm rocked through your body, you didn’t notice him stop thrusting. Even as you came down your brain was too fuzzy to notice that he’d also pulled out almost entirely.

It was only when you noticed that sinister, toothy grin of his that a surge of panic hit you. You snapped down to where you were connected, your hips pushed up almost perpendicular so you could see everything perfectly. Shigaraki wanted you to see.

To see him wrap all five fingers around his cock.

“Tomura—!”

He suddenly plunged into you with a groan so loud and satisfied, it almost felt like a victory cry. 

You gasped out, feeling every inch of hot smooth skin, every vein and ridge and strain of muscle. The condom was fully decayed.

You tried to sit up, but Shigaraki was faster — fuck, you always forgot how fast and nimble he was — locking his hands to the back of your legs and shoving your knees hard into your chest. He was fucking restraining you with your own body, and folding you tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“T-Tomura!” you panted, “P-Please—!”

But he didn’t hear you, only bucking and babbling desperately, “Fuckyes Fuckyes Fuckyes—it feels so fucking goooood…”

It did feel good. The added slickness of precum, the natural glide of soft, supple skin against skin. Whether it was good or not was never the reason you said no.

You palmed weekly at his stomach as you felt him start to stutter, “T-Tomura I’m serious! Please don’t cum in—”

Shigaraki didn’t last much longer — he had already been close to climax before he’d dusted the condom. And now—

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” his head dropped down into your chest between your ankles as his jackhammered wildly, “Fucking take it!”

His hips slapped one last yelp out of you, locking flush into your thighs as he spilled over inside. 

Shigaraki stayed there for what felt like forever. Giggling as he rubbed his hips into you, as if he was trying to get even deeper, to crawl into your skin.

“Fuck I just want to live here.” grinned blissfully, intentionally rubbing as much salt into the wound as he could, “Wouldn’t you like that?”

You were pointedly not looking at him. He reached down to pinch your chin between your fingers. He tilted it towards him.

“Come on, beautiful, wouldn’t you?”

You promptly whipped your head out of his hands.

He tried to poke and prod at you for a few more minutes, but upon realizing that you had no intention of playing along, finally got bored.

Shigaraki pulled out with a groan, his softening cock pulling a good amount of cum with it.

You finally sat up as he walked across the room to grab a towel and wipe himself off, joints wincing and cracking from the pretzel position he had manipulated you into. You peered down between your legs to assess the damage.  

An absolutely absurd amount of cum was puddling onto the sheets, some even spilling out onto the floor thanks to how close you were to the edge of the bed. Tiny little shreds of latex mixed with it. 

Shigaraki turned back to you, towel in hand, “Do you want—”

…just in time to dodge one of his sneakers that you had chucked straight at his head.

“You fucking asshole!”

Hehe, so maybe not the stealthiest stealthing.

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[seungstarss]

RECALL 34 𐀔 REALIZATION

wc: 2k+

⸻ [ 章 34 ] 。 ❛❛ the worst mistake of his life ❜❜

It was fear. Yn could sense the pure terror in the three short speech bubbles Sunoo had sent her. It had been a long since he had texted her privately. He preferred messaging their group chat whenever he had news — Sunoo despised leaving anyone out.

MY SUN: Holy shit

MY SUN: Yn…

My SUN: You need to fucking see this.

She wasn’t far from school grounds and had just finished buying some stationery from the local convince store. It was a short tread, Wonyoung and Yuna had stayed behind to wait for the two jokesters who decided it was a good idea to raid the principal’s office. Surely, they had already been updated on whatever Sunoo had seen. Their texts had stopped abruptly — both of them. The closer Yn strode towards school, the worse her stomach began to twist and knot. What could they have found in the principal’s office that was so damn shocking that even Yn could feel the tension through the silence that followed after three bubbles of text?

“What’s going on?” Yn spoke sparsely, panting for air. The five friends were spread along the hallway, Intak was slumped down on the floor, and Sunoo, stood rigid, hands tightly gripping a few sheets of paper in his hands. Riki didn’t spare a glance at Yn when she arrived, but the girls stared at Yn with a devastating pity in their eyes — a forced glance of compassion that masked the slight tinge of sadness in their sharp gazes.  

“Yn,” Wonyoung spoke in a whispering tone, bringing the girl closer to the rest of the friend group. “Please don’t be shocked.”

The girl stared at her friends in confusion as Sunoo slowly handed the girl the two sheets of coffee-stained papers, avoiding her gaze.

There it was.

The record.

Yn’s throat ran dry, tightening at the sight of every sentence formulated on the coffee-stained pages.

It all made sense now — everything.

“Yn your hands are shaking,” Yuna shouted. “I know it’s shocking, but please calm—"

She could no longer hear what her friend was shouting about. Her ears only rang, and her sight began to blur into a fuzzy landscape of shadows.

Every memory began to flood in. The overwhelming pain faded into numbness.

The girl’s legs gave out.

And next, her consciousness.

—

THE DAY BEFORE THE ACCIDENT

Yn shook profusely as her eyes dug holes into the papers scattered on the principal’s desk. Were her eyes tricking her? Who planned this sick joke? The last time she had checked, it wasn’t April the first, nor was it some setup to prank her. The pages were left naturally on the glass desk as if the principal was analyzing the sheets and throwing them off to the side in a fit.

On the table were two academic records, one with a face she was all too familiar with and another with an unknown boy with circular glasses. Besides the two sheets was a neatly typed-out note detailing classified information that answered all the questions running through her head.

This was no set-up for Yn.

This was Mrs. Yang’s set-up.

—

How could his family do something so cruel to another student? How could Jungwon agree to something so low just to keep some stupid reputation?

Yang Jungwon wasn’t smart. He never was.

Every single award the boy was honorarily given was prearranged by the bribery from Jungwon's mother. Every single opportunity given to him was stolen from another student who was forced to stay quiet in the darkness in exchange for a ticket to a prestigious university.

Was it a fair chance? Sure, it might’ve been.

But it was absolutely disgusting.

The boy hadn’t worked a single day to achieve what should’ve been someone else's.

But the worst truth was that he never spoke up against it. He went with it for three whole years without a single peep. Every student election, every grade, every kind smile he gave was fabricated.

What about the boy was genuine?

Was his kindness all fabricated too?

Did he keep her by his side to make sure she never doubted him?

Did he manipulate her into a friendship so he could save himself from confrontation?

Because no one would believe her if she said the Yang Jungwon was not who they thought he was.

Heck, even she wouldn’t have believed it minutes ago.

But proof sat, lying right in front of her, screaming for attention.

Was their friendship a lie? Did he genuinely care for her at all?

His whole record was forged.

A fraudulent scheme that had the whole student body fooled.

—

Yn’s panicked steps echoed through the school halls as she sped towards the cabinet room where Jungwon was, organizing the files the teachers had handed over to them. Yn had never felt this infuriated before, especially with the likes of someone like Yang Jungwon. He had presented himself so perfectly and yet; he was the complete opposite.

He was a blatant liar.

The door of the cabinet room was left agape and the rustling of papers was heard from outside of the room. Why was he even working so hard? In reality, he didn’t have to do anything. He could just sit there, and he still wouldn’t lose his precious position. The girl didn’t hesitate to swing the door open even further, panting from the exhaustion from rushing up three flights of stairs. Jungwon, sat with his back towards her on the floor with white earphones lazily dangling in his ears. The boy didn’t hear the commotion but only turned around after feeling a familiar presence.

“Oh Yn,” The boy smiled, noticing how Yn’s facial expression scrunched up and ran cold. “Is something wrong? You seem a little pale.”

Yn hated how the boy just smiled as if nothing was going on. The way he would notice the tiny details about her that normal people would fail to even recognize. She hated it all. The way he cared for her, the way she felt like backing away when she saw his concerned expression. Yang Jungwon, who she had admired, had lied to her so casually as if she were nothing. How could there be friendship when there wasn't even something as basic as a trust established between the pair?

The worst out of all was that she thought of him as more than a friend.

And that’s why it hurt a hundred times more.

“Jungwon,” Yn stared directly into the boy's eyes, which seemed to wander nervously. “You’ve been lying to us, to the whole school this whole time?” Her voice cracked near the end of the sentence, and Jungwon’s eye twitched at her words. Lied? What did she mean by that?

“Yn what do you mean?” The boy stood up, dusting his hands off. He was left confused, but something in his stomach churned as he grabbed Yn’s shoulders — she was shaking. “What do you mean lie? Are you okay? You’re shaking!”

The girl scoffed at his worried expression and how his eyebrows furrowed downwards. How many times did he have to practice his acting to perfect it to such an extent? His fabricated act of concern. It disgusted her.

Yn pushed Jungwon back before lifting her left arm that was hidden behind her back. In her hands were the three sheets of paper — the records and the letter. Jungwon’s eyes grew wide at the sight, his chest heaved as he struggled to manage his breaths. How did she get her hands on the records? Didn’t his mother make sure to hide the evidence without a trace? The only emotion that ran through Jungwon’s head was pure fear. He couldn’t get outed. He had tried his best over the four years to maintain his “perfect” smile.

“No Yn, that’s fake! Believe me!” The boy only begged, hoping Yn would understand his situation. Why did it have to be her that found out? Jungwon loved her, but this — this would break everything. The bond they formed, the moments of shyness when their fingers brushed against each other, followed by small giggles, their friendship, and most importantly, their trust. Everything would come crashing down.

"What the fuck do you mean, Jungwon?!” Yn hated how he continued to lie to her once again. “Do you even consider me a friend?! You lied to me and completely severed our trust. No, wait a minute — was there even trust in this friendship, to begin with?! How do I not know that you're not forced by your mother to be friends with me or something?!”

That last sentence switched something off in Jungwon. How could she accuse him of not being genuine with his feelings? Even worse, her mother forcing him to befriend her? What kind of bullshit was that? It was as if she didn’t even recognize how much he cared for her. Jungwon loved Yn after all, but her questioning his honesty with her? The boiling rage only grew when he noticed her disgusted expression as she inched further away from him. “How the fuck could you even doubt my friendship with you? Fuck, Yn, you’re the most important to me. How could you say something like that, I—"

“And how would I know?” Yn growled, extending an arm in between the two, stopping Jungwon from inching closer to her. “You lied to the whole school, anyway. What even was real about you, huh? Did you have fun playing me?!”

Playing her?

With the picture-perfect reputation his mother practically bought him, Jungwon grew to hate one thing, and that one thing was being misunderstood.

What angered him the most was being misunderstood by someone he deeply cared for. He had tried everything to get close to the girl. He did everything to make her smile.

But here she was, disgusted by his actions.

He knew it was wrong on his end to get angry, but with every emotion that was running through his head, the only truth at this moment was that she knew.

Yn knew of his secret that he wanted to take to his grave. As much as he felt betrayed by Yn’s words, he was enraged that she found out.

“Wow, you’re pathetic Jungwon.” Yn glared at the boy before turning around and leaving the room.

“Yn, where are you going?!” The boy panicked, chasing after the girl who was already proceeding down the stairwell. Was she gonna tell everyone? What would be of his future if everyone turned their backs on him?

“Don’t fucking follow me.” Yn hissed, shooting the boy another cold glare.

It hurt like shit.

The way she glared at him with such malice.

Who knew the girl he loved the most would be the first one to turn her back on him.

The boy only stood frozen as he watched Yn litter the three pieces of paper on the floor while she proceed down the stairs.

He had to do something.

—

“Jungwon, what is it?” Mrs. Yang raised an eyebrow in curiosity when she heard her young son bust into her office. The bodyguards attempted to hold the flailing boy back, but he only shoved the two men off, slamming his palms on his mother’s desk.

“She knows. She fucking knows. You said you erased all traces! So how did she fucking find out?!” Jungwon pointed at his mother accusingly. “This is all your fault. It's your fault Yn found out. I fucking lost a friend today and maybe even my whole fucking reputation.”

“Don’t panic Jungwon. What did you say her name was again?” His mother crossed her legs, leaning back into her armchair, clearly amused by the commotion.

“Why does it matter?! What am I gonna do now?! Everything is fucking ruined!”

“Don’t worry, son. I’ll sort it out. Just tell me her name again.”

“What are you gonna do?! If you harm her, I'll fucking —"

Jungwon’s mother giggled, watching her hopeless son attempt to glare at her.

“It’s okay, son. I only asked for her name.”

“Y/n L/n.”

And maybe — just maybe...

Jungwon made the worst mistake in his whole life.

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SYNOPSIS. after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.

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[myarlert]

OMGG smut prompt #19 with geto!!?? congrats on 3k bells🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 you deserve to celebrate!!

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 + 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨

aaa thank u bby!! i added a little angst in the beginning hehe

cw: smut, oral [m. receiving.], names [princess, babydoll.], face fucking. x fem!reader.

minors dni | event

backtalking geto was one of your specialties. it always ended in pure bliss for the both of you, but you couldn’t do it often, or else he’d catch on. but today was the perfect day for it. not only was he being an asshole but you needed to get off, BADLY.

‘GOD SHUT UP ALREADY, who cares about that!? i sure as hell don’t!’ you knew this was a good way to make him snap. the way he turned around, how he would snap the tie off his wrist to pull his hair back into a low, messy bun before approaching you. he had been wearing a suit, jacket long forgotten leaving him in the white dress shirt. he had pushed the sleeves up to his elbows, his forearms looking so inviting… making you think about how you wanted to take hold of them while he..

‘excuse me?’ your eye widen as he stands from his spot on the couch, setting down his glass of whiskey, never taking his eyes off you. he gave a short chuckle. ‘i don’t think you have room to talk princess. especially about something you have no idea about.’ he was standing directly infront of you now, using his thumb and pointer finger to tilt you to look up at him. for a brief moment, you have the thought of doing something that’ll really make him mad, but you decide against it. instead, you grab at his tie and pull him down. ‘and what’re you gonna do about it?’ this will surly get him going.

he looks at you in disbelief. ‘you know what i think?’ you give him a hum. ‘i think you better watch your fucking mouth.’ he brushes his thumb against your cheek but places his palm in the middle of your forehead, shoving you down onto your knees, your hands already clutching his thighs. he shakes his head and hums. ‘oh i see. naughty girl.. this is what you wanted wasn’t it? wouldn’t it be so mean of me to not let you put your mouth on my cock? hm?’ you pout your lips and run your tongue over his crotch. ‘no, stop. awww babydoll, you really want my cock down that pretty throat?’

without even waiting for a response, geto would unzip his pants, pulling his half-hard cock free, to thick already that it made your mind fuzzy and mouth water. ‘go ahead. get to it.’ and oh how he loved when you sucked his cock, struggling to open your jaw enough to get him in all the way, how you would choke and sputter out spit each time he pulled out and thrusted back in. how he would grab the back of your head, pulling you effortlessly back down onto his cock. all the while he never made a peep, as if this wasn’t bringing him immense pleasure even the slightest. you’d whine, grind your hips down against your heal in need of stimulation to your clit, but he wouldn’t have it. ‘you wanted my cock so bad and now you’re being as selfish as wanting pleasure for yourself too? tsk. that’s too bad.’ he would pull you off of him, positioning you perfectly before stroking himself vigorously, watching as you dipped your head to lick and suck at his balls. and just like that, he’d cum with a hushed groan, watching his cum spurt out and splatter across your face. ‘ah ah. don’t move yet babydoll.’ he pulled out his phone, snapped a quick photo of you with your tongue out and leaned down to press a soft kiss, one that was so different to the way he just abused your throat, to your forehead. ‘go get cleaned up. i’m taking you out for dinner.’

[cantalouupe]

How about puppy diluc being needy and humping your leg? You're too busy so you tell him to get off on your thigh until you can pay attention to him !!

writing for this bc,,, i want to. first puppy diluc drabble ready set go

i didn’t read over this so....... sorry for mistakes

nsfw!!! puppyboy!diluc x gn!reader

thigh riding, needy diluc, diluc has ears and a tail, PUPPY DILUC

You feel it before anything else, the small twitch of his hips against your leg. He’s playing it cool, head resting on your knee, not a peep coming from him apart from his soft breaths - bated, waiting to see if you’d notice the subtle movement of his hips.

Diluc, currently, sat on his knees on the hardwood floor below you, his arm wrapped around your one leg and his cheek pressed against your thigh. You had been running your hand through his hair, petting him while his body relaxed against your leg. Diluc isn’t very good at sitting still, especially after days at the tavern where he has to act calm and civil while simultaneously having to be away from you - so you aren’t surprised that he’s begun to fidget.

After a few silent moments of nothing, it happens again. Unfortunately for him he’s not very good at subtlety, so instead of a small push, it’s a full hump against your leg.

“Diluc.”

He lets out something between a hum and a whine, hips kicking forward again into your leg.

“Honey,” you murmur, brushing your hand against a soft, fuzzy ear. “Not right now.”

“Let me.” He starts, head shifting from its comfortable spot to look up at you. Much to his dismay, you weren’t looking back at him, choosing to focus on.... whatever - nothing should be more important than him, not when he’s so needy.

“You already fucked me earlier today, remember?” In the morning, you awoke to him sucking at your neck and rutting against you, similarly to the way he’s doing so now. It resulted in him hurriedly fucking you into your shared bed before he had to get ready to go to the tavern.

“I want to again,” he responds, adding a rushed “please” to the end.

“Not right now,” you repeat.

He’s antsy, now, squirming in his spot before pushing his hips into you as though to show you how hard he is. “Need to fuck you,” he insists, “right now.”

Everything goes quiet for a moment, before you decide, “Come up here.”

There’s no hesitation from him, and within seconds he’s seated on your lap, where you push one of your thighs against him through his pants. He melts into you, face moving to the crook of your neck so he can press his nose and lips against your skin.

“Get off like this, puppy,” he had already begun humping your thigh before you spoke, but your words encouraged him to grind harder. “If you’re a good boy and let me do what I need to, then you can fuck me.”

[foxilayde]

Off To The Races Pt. 1.5 [Leto POV x fem!reader]

Part 1 Is Here

Summary: Just a 1k ficlet about Leto coming home to see you. 

Warnings: Blood, guns, drugs, callous treatment of a family member.

That was fucking easy. All most too easy. 

Leto’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror and he shouts, “Hey!” at Rigo in the backseat of the blacked out corvette. He’s struggling to keep it the fuck together back there. Are those tears? Christ, he’s acting like this is first time getting shot. And it’s only in the shoulder for fucks sake. No more hiring family members, this nepotism shit always bites him in the dick. 

“Do not bleed on my seats. You bleed on it, you buy it.”

“Shit.” Rigo pants and grimaces, squeezing his shoulder, “I- I need help Leto.”

“Really? Couldn’t tell with all the bleeding and crying back there.” 

Halleck is on the phone with Yueh. Yueh; that fucker. Always acts like it’s such a fucking chore to be on call. Excuses every time. “I’m in surgery” or “I’m with my family.” Who does he think pays for his family to have the life they have? Ingrate. Based on the way Halleck keeps repeating himself about Rigo’s gunshot, right now is no different. Let’s see, what day is it? Thursday? 6:45pm? He’s going to be complaining that he's missing some fucking ballet recital or some shit. 

“Is Yueh dragging his size sevens?” Leto asks. 

Halleck nods from the passenger seat, enduring the whiny fucking voice of Dr. Yueh. 

Leto reaches out with his right hand, the left gripping and drumming on the steering wheel. Halleck hands the phone over without warning Yueh about the change.

“Its me. I don’t want to hear a fucking peep from you, don’t even say, ‘yes, sir’, fucking nothing, I’m dropping a couple guys off at your place, one is shot, shoulder, clean exit. Halleck is going to be there to hold his hand and feed him ice chips and tell him what a big brave boy he’s being. And if you have any lollypops in your office, he can choose one once he’s done. Got it?”

Silence. So he can listen. Good.

“See you in 10.” Leto hangs up and tosses the phone to Halleck’s lap. Luckily traffic isn’t too bad. If Rigo makes him late to see his girl he’s going to start taking pot shots through the mile markers. Fucking Rigo. Standing directly in front of Raban. Moron. He’s a lucky little shit, and so so so lucky Raban is a useless fuck. Was. Was a useless fuck. Shit that was so easy. He was all alone. Three against one and Rigo still managed to get himself capped. 

“Let this be a lesson, Rigo. Don’t stand in front of someone when he’s got his hands on his lap under a table. It’s not rule 1 of a confrontation or anything, but it’s gotta be in the top twenty,” says Leto. 

“What’s rule 1?” Halleck asks. 

Leto sniffs and stares at highway 90, considering. He smiles and eyes Halleck, “Go in with the safety off.”

Halleck chuckles. Rigo cries. 

“Almost there you lucky idiot.” Leto grunts over his shoulder, merging to the exit. “I’m not staying, Halleck. Dropping you both off and leaving. You can figure it out from there.” 

Halleck knows better than to disagree so he nods. He didn’t get the passenger seat by talking his way there. 

He gets off on Inglewood thanking Christ Yueh doesn’t live in fucking Malibu like every other doctor in LA. 

They pull up to Yueh’s and as soon as Gurney closes the door behind him, propping up Rigo and stumbling to the storied abode of Dr. Yueh, Leto waves a hand in the air and takes off. God, finally. 

He’s gunna make it. He didn’t think it was going to happen, the moment Raban fired. He was sure that he’d show up after the street lamps came on to find his girl warm, fuzzy, and a little disappointed; instead of sunbathed, smooth, and satiated. Fuck he can’t wait to get back inside of her, dick rubbing up on that white bikini… he presses the gas pedal harder and the palm trees that line Venice boulevard whip past at a far better rate. The sun is still orange in the sky, not even hitting the water yet. He’s given her the “before sunset” timeline before, and she’s so gracious, she counts it as a promise kept until the very last streaks of nominally lighter blues disappear, even if some stars are out. She’s fucking amazing and Leto is going to fuck her in that white bikini again before the sun goes down. Raban is dead, his girl is waiting, and he’s driving towards the descending sun that has been perfectly lined up with the rows of palms by the hand of God. Un fucking real. Leto does a bump.

He doesn’t park in the garage, leaving the vette on the street. He’ll have Rigo take it to Dave’s tomorrow to get it cleaned. But he’s not worried about that right now. He goes through the side entrance, down the tropical lined path to the backyard. There’s sill music coming from her little speaker on the drink table. She’s laying by the pool facedown on a towel, legs parted like an embossed invitation. He’s been hard since she sat on his lap earlier. Maybe it was viagra like she’d asked. As long as it’s not been four hours, he should be good, right? He’s got a blood-filled cock and blood spatter on his face and he doesn’t know if it’s Raban’s or Rigo’s or both. 

“Precious” he purrs, sinking down to his hands and knees over her legs. She doesn’t move, just continues to breathe deeply. Fuck, she’s fucking perfect and Leto is going to ruin her. As much as he likes the white bottoms, he wants them off even more. He gently tugs them down the swell of her ass, wondering how far he can get before he wakes her up. She rouses then, humming and pointing her toes in a light stretch. Not far then.