#ps-it’s not my vagina

[oeuvrinarydurian]

Crushed like a bug. Shhhhhhiiiitttt.

Following @librawritesstuff ‘s lead from last week - and given the continuing lack of HNW content (ahem… c'mon Evans…) I propose another One Word Wednesday

A reminder...

ONE WORD WEDNESDAY

Pick a photo or a gif that reflects the word of the day and reblog with tags in this thread (coz we want to see all the choices 😉)

Today’s word: SHHHH (IIIIIIIITTT)

Obviously if you have new (🤞) or recycled HNW content I am ALWAYS (repeat ALWAYS) happy to see it

[agents-are-dicks]

Me being a bitch (waayyy more drama in tags):

Decided to stop all the petty shit and actually text my cousin to explain things and have an actual conversation and the bitch laughed at me so I’m officially done with her royal highness

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~□☆ seventeen imagines:

☆Types of kinks I think Seventeen has [hyung line version]

[ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT JUST FUCK OFF IF YOU DON'T LIKE THINGS LIKE THESE:) ]

[ Maknae line version ]

• masterlist • ps: reader here is a female with vagina and breasts and identifies as a female as well •

☆Seungcheol: (soft dom who goes hard eventually)

Breeding kink: this man wants kids so bad. Of course he'll talk with you about it and if you don't want kids he'll still love to fill you up with your consent of course.

Foreplay: please we all know he radiates big dick energy. Hence he needs to prepare you well before he uses the actual thing.

Very light bondage: loves tying up your hand with a piece of silk cloth

Creampie: he can and will make you cum more than once. And will make you squirt too <3

Praise kink: He. Has. A. Huge. Praise. Kink. He literally worships you and your body and well how good you're doing.

Daddy kink: self explanatory im hoping.

Thigh riding: he loves to see you struggle to get off, on his thigh without his help.

Extras: he's always so ready to try different positions when you tell him to.

☆Jeonghan: (switch with a sub lean who teases you a lot)

Edging: this man loves, literally loves to control your orgasm so that you cum hard later.

Oral fixation: either you are giving him the best head of his life or he's pussy drunk so he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

Sensory deprivation: he loves it when you blindfold him he loves the adrenaline rush he gets while anticipating what you might do next.

Pegging: he took a lot of time to open up about this and when he did he had the best experience ever.

Degradation: when he's taking control he will be like "only my fucking cock can make you feel this way and make a moaning mess of you right kitten" and so on<3

Overstimulation: he wants, sorry needs you to push his limits. It goes the same way around for you as well.

Extras: this man is very vocal. He will moan loudly. And has the ability to make you moan loudly as well.

☆Joshua: (the soft yet mean asf dom)

Edging: he loves to see how frustrated you get when he stops and doesn't lets you cum.

Shower sex: very self explanatory I'm hoping

Cockwarming: the warm feeling of your pussy around his cock. He loves it when you squeeze around his cock too.

Dacryphilia: he loves to make you cry on his cock, literally loves to see how desperate you become to reach your orgasms. "Fucking hell you're so pretty when you cry baby" that's what Joshua says.

Squirting: again, he loves to make you cry so he would push your limits a little bit if you give him the consent.

Praise kink: "being such a good girl for me yeah" "you're doing so fucking good baby" "you're driving me crazy do you realize that" yeah this man would go crazy.

Extras:he sometimes would let you ride<3 he would have his hands grabbing your hips while you ride him and cry on his cock<3.

☆Jun: ( soft dom through and through until he's- well- all riled up )

Edging: with his fingers and mouth until he uses the real thing.

Marking: he loves, literally loves to give you hickeys on your neck.

Creampie: he can and will make you cum twice to fill you up.

Overstimulation: he's soo pussy drunk he craves and needs more.

Bondage: he likes tying your hands only if you're okay with it and will try something new as well if you talk about it to him.

Sensory deprivation: he loves to blindfold you. Also he's into wax play

Mirror sex: this man's a menace as we all know. He literally loves the position where you're bent over on the edge of the bed while the mirror right beside the bed displays everything. He'll make you look at yourself while whispering "see how it's me who makes you scream like this baby". Yeah he's a menace.

Extras: he has a thing for you in lingeries because he loves foreplay.

☆Wonwoo (soft to kinda hard dom)

Edging: he enjoys it so much when you get frustrated because he isn't letting you cum. Oh and he will make you cry outta too much pleasure later on.

Dacryphilia: he will make you cry on his cock. No one can stop.

Choking: I hope that's self explanatory or should I say he loves it when silent moans slip from your lips and squirm a bit under him.

Daddy kink: I mean you can't convince me that this man doesn't have a daddy kink.

Degradation: oh he gets cocky on how you're crying on his cock begging for more.

Thigh riding: he loves it when you ride his thigh while hold onto him and he will kiss you while doing so with his hand on your hips while the other hand caressing through your hair.

Very light bondage: like tying your hands or just holding your hands together by the wrist while he thrust hard.

Extras: he has a thing for skirts because he likes how it slides up to your waist during the process and how easy access he gets as well, he can and will make you sit on his lap.

☆Woozi (switch with a dom lean but a switch)

Foreplay: he loves the intimacy of those kisses and touches all over each other's body before the actual thing takes place.

Creampie: this man loves it in a messy way with his cum dripping outta your pussy.

Squirting: told ya he loves it so so messy getting his freaking studio couch wet.

Slight like very slight exhibitionism: since he's fucking you in his studio.

Reverse cowgirl: this man loves literally lovesss groping your ass.

Mommy kink: he has a mommy kink you can't tell me otherwise. He gets very vocal when you ride him. He loves it when you take control and make a mess of him.

Praise kink: showers you with praise and makes you remember that you're the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Extras: he'll make you sit on his cock for hours when he's working. He relishes that warming yet tight feeling of your pussy.

☆Hoshi: (a pure switch with a slight sub lean)

Marking: he loves leaving bite marks and hickeys on your neck and chest.

Mommy kink: he'll moan so fucking loudly and lewdly when you ride and call him a babyboy.

Praise kink: it goes both ways. He showers you with praise. You shower him with praise as well.

Orgasm control: in other words edging. He has to see you struggling to cum. He wants you to beg for it as well.

Oral fixation: he's so pussy drunk too. He'll eat you out as well as finger you until you can't take it any more.

Creampie: another man who loves it so so messy. He'll make you squirt eventually as well and then he'll eat you out just to overstimulate you more.

Overstimulation: the sight of you squirming and crying on how good he makes you feel is literally heaven to him

Extras: he has a great stamina and will go on all night long in various positions until you're crying. He likes to bend you over on the table the most.

~~☆~~

a/n: I'm working on that Hoshi fanfic presently but i can't guarantee you when exactly I'll post.

Also here's the taglist till now: @hongmingoo @shuabby1994 , @nishloves , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog

[If anyone wants to be in the taglist please comment under this post]

[redfoxwritesstuff]

A Taste of Sugar, Part 2 (18+)

Here be the smut- proceed with caution if you're over 18 Alastor x reader Rated: E Chapter warnings: Blood Kink, Blood Drinking, Tentacles, Dom Alastor, Restrained Reader, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex. Part 1

AN: Here lies spitesmut, 11k fucking words born out of spite. Nonny, do not tell me what I will and will not do. Enjoy the cartoon smut you didn't want to see. The blood drinking you didn't want to read. The shadow tentacles you didn't want to see. The demon you didn't want to fuck. Cuz, I know you're going to read this- After all, scrolling on is far too fucking complicated for you. Welcome to my "I'll fuck a cartoon serial killer era" Love, Kit. (PS. 3 things published in 48 hours is *never* going to happen again)

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You were pretty sure he was no longer talking about desserts. You were pretty sure he was talking about another appetite that you’d heard speculation that he didn’t partake in. You were pretty sure you were losing your mind. 

“What circumstances?” You whisper as he dragged his thumb out of your mouth, dragging the pad against your lip again. 

“Should someone catch my eye and sufficiently hold my attention,” Someone, not something. There was no doubt in your mind what you were discussing now. “I may partake.” 

“Do,” You hesitated, before asking the question you hadn’t ever considered yourself. “Do you wish to partake tonight?” 

You hadn’t thought about Alastor in this way before and yet, it was like you were seeing him now, truly for the first time. He was a handsome man in his own terrifying way. Tall and lean, quiet confidence and sheer power radiated off of him. He was chaotic, driving those around him mad. 

“You make me wish to partake,” Alastor said, leaning into your space as you puzzled over what that could mean. Surely it was just for tonight. But if it was just for tonight, why would he have been sending you treats with the hope that you’d share? That you’d think of him? 

What did it all mean?

“Oh?” You whispered as you finally braved meeting his red eyes only to instantly find yourself captured by the way he looked at you, lids heavy and pupils blown. 

“May I?” Alastor’s other hand snaked around your waist, hovering, not quite touching but painfully close to doing so. “Partake, that is?” 

“Okay?” 

As soon as the whispered word left your mouth, his thumb dragged down your lip and chin. His fingers gripped your chin and pulled your face up as he stepped into the last of your space and leaned down. 

His smile never faltered, even as his lips closed and met yours. The miniscule distance between his arm and your waist disappeared in an instant as he held you to him.

Alastor lacked the bulk of muscle but you could feel the power thrumming through his body as your hand reached up, resting against his chest. You were far from a blushing virgin though you were also not the most promiscuous woman in hell and yet touching him felt scandalous. 

The way his tongue snaked out from between his lips, lapping the sticky sweet sugar his thumb left on your lips. Your mind was too preoccupied by the feeling of him licking the sugar up to question it when he took your hand from his chest. 

Shadows flickered, you didn’t know if they were real or a figment of your imagination playing images behind your eyelids. There was a shifting feeling, as if the world itself was somehow moving around you, under you. It felt somewhat like if you had been standing on a moving bus, eyes closed and trusting. Not exactly, that didn’t come close to the feeling but it was a start. It was as close as you would ever come to explaining the feeling.

“Forgive me, my dear. I did not wish to be observed.” He spoke softly, still standing suffocatingly close as you observed the room you found yourself over his shoulder.

A fireplace against the far wall gave off flickering warm light and heat that wasn’t needed yet was relaxing just the same. Thick carpet muffled your shuffling step but in the distance that thick carpet along with the rich red walls gave way to a landscape that looked so hauntingly human and yet was nothing you’d seen before. 

The portion of the room that was still a room was dark, save for the firelight and moonlight from where it gave way to the outdoors. It was magical and yet as disorienting as Alastor’s kiss or the way he had transported you there. 

“Where are we?” You ask, already knowing the answer but not really being able to understand how such a space could exist within the hotel. 

“My room,” Alastor answered, hooking your chin with the backs of the fingers he had wrapped around your hand, drawing your attention back to him, silently demanding once again that you pay attention to him. 

Alastor pulled you to him, pinning you against his body as his sharp teeth nipped at your lips. Reflexively, your tongue darted out, running over the stinging skin. The lingering sweet of the sugar still clings to her lips, mostly gone now.

Alastor guided her as his grinning lips worked down her jaw, tracing the sweet taste of sugar his fingers had left behind as he walked you back toward his bed. Sharp teeth nipped at your throat, leaving stinging lovebites that leaked drops of ruby red. 

No, Alastor didn’t care for desserts or sweets much at all but this was a flavor that had him humming in delight. The hint of sugar on your skin, the salt of you and the coppery taste of your blood made for a treat he would savor.

You weren’t sure when you wrapped your free arm around him, hand snaking up his back and clinging to his shoulder as he moved you through is space. The position you had found yourself could be mistaken for dancing, should anyone peek in on the room. 

The back of your knees hit the soft edge of his bed causing your balance, already teetering, to fail you. Alastor’s hand around your waist allowed him to control your decent, leading your back onto his bed while driving you forward with his lips. 

Reaching up, you ran your hands over his chest before working the buttons of his coat free. If this was going to be the only time you got to have Alastor, you intended to make the best of it. 

Slipping your hands under his coat, you take in the strong planes of his abdomen and chest, the way his muscles defined yet lean, moved as his lips worked down your neck. Slowly, you ran your hands up his shoulder before pushing the coat back, sending it down his back. 

Leaning back, Alastor freed his arms from the coat, tossing it blindly to a chair near by. You were entranced as he reached up, pulling his bowtie from his neck and sending it soaring too. Long fingers worked the first few buttons of his shirt free, exposing a tantalizing amount of his neck. 

It felt scandalous to see Alastor’s high collar undone. The way his chest and clavicles could just be glimpsed as he moved sent fire through you. It was silly, really. The man was still fully dressed and yet it felt to you like he had not a stich of clothing on. 

As he invaded your space again, driving you back with the intensity of his presence, you wanted nothing more than to reach up and touch him. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you from scooting away from him on instinct alone.

Your fingers grazed him before black wrapped around your wrists, pulling your arms up and back as you gasped in shock. 

“I said I wish to partake, not that you may.” Alastor said, wicked grin seeming to glow in the dim room. 

His hands were so strong on you as he resumed his work, nipping down until your soft night shirt blocks his progress. The fact that it was common knowledge that it was a favorite of yours didn’t stop him from gripping the fabric and using his nails to rip it apart. 

You hadn’t left your room with the intention of finding Alastor, or anyone else for that matter, for a romantic tryst and were far from dressed for it. There was no sexy lingerie for him to find under. There was no lacy bra. 

Just you, breasts on full display and core covered in a pair of shorts that would have otherwise been too short to wear around the hotel. You hadn’t intended anyone to see you but he was seeing far more of you than anyone had for a long time. 

You wanted to apologize or make excuses for your lack of preperation for his eyes. He was Alastor, after all, the great and powerful overlord who could have any woman on her knees for him if he showed an interest in having her. Your face was hot with the knowledge that you were so-

“Beautiful,” he said as he looked down at you, running sharp tipped fingers along the curves of your sides. 

You flinched away from the tickling touch, not able to go anywhere with your arms pinned above you. One of your legs was pinned by him when he had climbed up onto the bed, the other hanging limp and unsure what to do, any attempt to squirm away from him would result in you opening your legs up to him more or running your thigh and calf along his leg. 

“Beautiful,” He said again, this time you registered the word, his hands moving lower. Warm palms smoothed down your hips, finding your shorts and making quick work of them as well. 

“Alastor?” You wanted to touch him. You wanted to feel him, to see him like he was seeing you. 

“You have denied me, my dear.” He looked up at you from where he had been nipping his way down your chest, leaving red marks from his sharp teeth along the tender swell of your breasts. “Time and time again, you have denied me your treats. Are you going to deny me again?” 

“No?” Your breath caught in your throat as your head spun.

“Good girl,” He drew out the words, singing them slowly as he nipped the underside of your breast, nose nudging the pebble of your neglected nipple as again, a droplet of blood was lapped up by his tongue. 

His breath ghosted over your nipple, teasing it with the breeze as he exhaled a deep sigh through his nose. You arched into the feeling, his hands gripping around your ribcage, making you aware of just how much bigger than you he was in so many ways. 

He towered over many weaker demons and you were no exception to that. Long fingers caressed your back as the pads of his thumbs ran along the front of your ribs. In an instant, he could break your body if he wanted to, crush your ribcage by simply tightening his grip. 

Your life could be ended by his hand should he change his mind, there wasn’t a single goddamned thing you could do about it. That realization only served to stroke the fire his words had ignited. 

Pain was never something you would have said you were into before. The lovebites stung, sure but his teeth were so sharp that the sting came after each bite, as he licked up the bubbles of blood. As his sharp teeth scratched over the nipple he took into his mouth, you surprised yourself with the gasping moan that slipped from your throat. 

Long, dexterous tongue lapped at the nub, soothing every cutting scratch and erasing every trace of blood. 

“Beautiful and delicious,” Alastor mused as he made his way down your abdomen. 

Something cold and firm wrapped around your free leg, pulling it out from where it was resting against Alastor. A new wave of heat flooded through you as Alastor shifted his position, freeing your trapped leg and nestling his knees between them. A similar force grabbed ahold of the freed ankle and pulled, spreading you open before him. 

“You’re so timid.” He mused, fingers digging into your hips as you were spread even wider by black tentacles you had only ever seen cause carnage before. 

“Tell me what you want,” He ordered, red eyes looking into yours, “Tell me what you want to share with me.”

“Alastor?” You knew he knew, why should you have to say it? 

You’d been dancing around it. you’d been hinting at it. The idea of saying it explicitly terrified you. 

You watched as his eyes traced your face, neck, shoulders. They swept down your chest and up your arms. They were everywhere and yet he seemed unconcerned with taking in your core spread before him.

“Say it. Tell me,” His hands ran up your thighs, thumbs stretching to caress your inner thigh, coming so close to your heat as his fingers wrapped around the exteriors. “And perhaps we can reach a deal?” 

A deal. Alastor was a deal maker. Powerful. You needed to get yourself out of this situation. Whatever the hell was going on here, you needed to run away. You had no business making deals with Alastor, let alone while you were spread naked and wanting on his bed. 

This was a bad position to be in. He had all the power and you had nothing to offer him except what? Some treats? Your body?

His thumb came even closer, caressing the curve where your thighs met your lips. The contact had your heart stopping in your chest and your breath trapped in your lungs. 

“What is it your desire?” Alastor’s voice was thick with static, radio overlay cackling and distorting the sound. Colors seemed to invert, shadows grew and yet you couldn’t look away from him. The antlers atop his head grew, branching out. Colors snapped back to correct but now over saturated. The darkness was too deep. The reds too red. 

“You,” You breathe out, not even fully aware of what you were admitting. You should be terrified but need burned through you as the power, his power, surged around you. 

For all of eternity women have fallen at the feet of powerful men for a sip of what they could offer. For centuries, it had been the only way women could obtain any power for themselves. 

It turns out, you were no different. Sipping at the alter of power seemed to be ingrained in your very DNA. You had no hope of becoming powerful on your own but if you could just taste his power, just for a night, you would give anything. 

“And what will you give me?” Alastor said, joints shifting unnaturally as he towered over you, thumbs still caressing the edge of your lips even as he pulled your thighs further apart by the shadows handling your ankles.

“Me,” You said, fearing it wasn’t going to be enough. You would never be enough for him. There was no power within you that you could give him.

“For eternity.” Alastor said, eyes now black, red dials burning into you, green stichs standing out in vivid contrast to the black and red that made up all of him. “I shall have you for eternity?” 

“If you’ll have me?” You were gasping, feeling like you were being smothered by the raw power in the air as he leaned up your body, somehow doing so without shifting off his knees between your legs, “If you want me.” 

“You will be mine.” Alastor said, terrifying face close to yours’, “Your treats will be mine. Your body, mine. Your heart, mine. Your very soul, mine. You will share it with none. In exchange, you get me. Is it a deal?”

This was insanity. Madness. You knew better. He had asked for your soul. You don’t just sell your soul to get laid. He had asked for your heart. 

Your heart. 

And your soul. 

But, he had asked for your heart. 

“Why do you want my soul?” 

“For safe keeping.” Alastor’s breath washed over you, hot and moist. “To ensure none can take what is mine.”

“Yours?” You twitched, wanting to touch him even as the idea of giving your everything to him for a night terrified you. “Give you everything for eternity just to have you-” You gasped as the thing wrapped around your ankle snaked higher, caressing your knee. “For a night?”

“An eternity for an eternity,” Alastor offered, “That is the terms I am laying out. Do you accept?” 

“Deal,” You whispered and his lips crashed into yours as his expanded form seemed more likely to devour you than kiss you. 

Powered washed over you, flowed through you as the weight of a shackle settled against your neck. The chain attached to it pulled taught, drawing you to Alastor with what little ability you had to move as the back of the collar bit into your neck. 

As he kissed you, his body shifted, pressing you into the mattress before he shrank down to what you considered as his normal size. 

Your leg was pulled up by the knee wrapped in shadows, spreading you out even more. Your other ankle was pushed up, forcing your knee to buckle. As soon as you tried to use the freedom of movement this granted you to preserve any ounce of modesty, black wrapped around that knee as well and you were pulled wide open before red eyes that finally took your most intimint place in. 

“Beautiful,” Alastor remarked as his hands returned to your inner thighs, running up the expanse of exposed skin, savoring the contrast of it against his bloodstained hands. 

Your face was hot as you struggled to breathe through the way his eyes devoured your exposed sex. Slick already coated you, having begun to pool as you had been fed pastry ever so intimately in the kitchen. 

You could feel how much worse the situation was now. With your legs held so far open, there was nothing to obstruct Alastor’s view as you could feel a wave of slick slip from you as muscles clenched. 

His fingers caressed over you weeping hole, scooping up the slick on the pads of his fingers and held them up for you to see the evidence as he asked, “Why are you so wet?” 

You hid your face against your arm, unable to take the power of his eye contact any longer. There was no part of his physical body touching you in that moment and you weren’t sure if that was better or worse. 

“What has your body so excited already? Tell me.” When you failed, instead trying to hide in shame, Alastor demanded you use your words or he would leave you as you were for however long it took. There was not an ounce of doubt in you that he would follwo through with the threat. 

“You,” You tripped over the simple word. 

“But I’ve hardly touched you?” Alastor teased, bringing his hand closer and closer to your face, ensuring you can smell your arousal on his fingertips . 

“You’ve been touching me,” You struggled to force the words out, unsure if he was teasing you, torturing you or actually unaware of the impact his actions had on you. 

“Wonderful,” Alastor said, leaning back and running his long tongue over his slick covered fingers. Could he taste the sugar on his fingers in addition to the taste of you? The question drew a shameful moan from your throat regardless of the fact that he was only touching you with shadows.

“How terribly rude of me!” His voice was bright and cheery, as if wasn’t kneeling between your spread legs, body on display. “I chastise you for not sharing and here I am, keeping a treat all to myself. Where have my manners gone?” 

He shifted, supporting his weight over you with a hand on the mattress close enough to your ribs for you to feel the warmth of him yet not touching you. Bringing his fingers, still coated in the slick he had scooped up to your lips as if he was offering a taste of some treat. 

It was lewd. Never had you found yourself one to even think about tasting yourself. It wasn’t something that interested you in the past. You turned your head as he presented his fingers closer. 

The slippery pad of his fingers ran along your lower lip. When you failed to open to him willingly, cringing away instead, he forced his fingers into your mouth. His sharp nails pinched and cut your lips in the process causing you to gasp and make his task all the more easier. 

“You will take what I offer you.” He said simply as he caressed your tongue with the pads of his first and middle fingers. The taste of you wasn’t terrible. Hesitantly, you ran your tongue over his fingers, twisting around them.

“Good girl.” He praised, voice warm and musical as his fingers pushed deeper into your mouth. “When did it start?”

“Wha?” It was difficult to form the question with his fingers, sweet from sugar and you in your mouth. 

“When did your body start preparing itself for me?” Leaning down, Alastor swept his tongue over your bleeding lips, groaning at the taste after he withdrew his fingers. You had finally been given the ability to clearly speak only to to have him suffocate your ability to think with his presence. 

“Was it my lips on your skin? The feeling of my kiss?” He teased, voice musical. 

“No,” You were not sure where this night was going to go, you couldn’t even be sure what Alastor was going to do with your body as he tormented you. He teased you with his words and his eyes more than anything else. 

“Was it my hands, ripping your pathetic simple clothes?” 

“No,” You couldn’t look away from the red of his eyes. 

“Was it my shadows? Gripping you? Spreading you? Presenting you?”

“No,” Your voice was little more than a whine as you tried and failed to struggle free from his grasp. 

“What was it?” Alastor demanded, stattic growing. “Tell me.”

“From the start.” You whined when he demanded elaboration, “Feeding me. The sugar on your fingers. The look in your eyes. From the start.” 

“Interesting,” Alastor leaned back, pulling the warmth of his body away from you as he seemed to work over the information. 

You flushed under his eyes, unable to read him. You wanted him to want you but fuck, did he even? Was this just a game? A way to pass the night?

The shadows wrapped around your legs crept up your thighs, wrapping around your waist and pulling your lower body up into the air. Blood rushed to your head before your arms were hoisted up as well, leaving you suspended and spread in the air. 

Right in front of Alastor. 

Your hair hung loose from your head as your neck strained to hold your head up to allow you to look down your body and into his eyes. It was impossible to look away as his large palms ran up your inner thighs, long fingers caressing you slowly as he inched forward, eyes locked on yours. 

His hot breath fanned over you, making your heart beat faster in your chest. It felt like it took forever for him to inch forward and then, when the distance was closed it was far too much. Alastor’s tongue swiped up your spread folds, scooping up slick greedily as he groaned at the taste. 

“And to think,” Alastor spoke while making what felt like aggressively violent eye contact, “This was yet another treat you’d been denying me.” 

You moaned at his words as he turned his attention back to your cunt, spread in front of him as if it was an offering placed at an alter. His tongue was dexterous and long as it snaked into your hole, lapping at the source of your slick as if it was a dessert prepared just for him. 

And perhaps it was. 

The weight of your head was too much for your neck to support while distracted by the warm pleasure granted by his mouth as he sipped from the source. His nose bumped against your clit as you struggled against the shadows that held your legs and hips in the air, a sharp gasp fell from your lips before you could stop it.

Alastor hummed as he shifted his attention, tongue leaving your core empty as it sought a new target. He poked at and caressed the sensitive nub that drew such lovely gasps from your lips. Sucking and blowing, he teased the little nub every way he could think of as he studied each of your reactions, searching for the stimulation that would send you soaring under his touch. 

You trembled under his touch as his hands rubbed your thighs, caressing your hips and up your back as if the black tentacle wrapped around you didn’t exist. Lightening and fear lit up your brain as you felt the flat backs of his nails run over your folds before a sharp tipped finger pushed inside. 

You had no doubt that he could rip your inner walls with no effort at all. 

“Trust me,” He demanded and you wanted to. Hell, you had no choice but to and yet it still took time to relax as he worked the finger inside you. 

Warm lips and sharp teeth returned to your clit, making it hard to focus on the threat of his nail and not the pleasure he was drawing from you. A second deadly finger pushed inside, drawing a true moan from you that earned a chuckle from Alastor in return. 

Your neck hurt from the weight of your head hanging limply. Muscles tensed and bunched as you fought to chase the stimulation. Every touch felt sharp and pushed you closer to that cliff within you. 

And then there was nothing. 

No fingers. 

No tongue.

No touch.

Nothing. 

Alastor leaned back and watched as you clenched around nothing at all, smile wide as he asked, “What do you want?” 

You groaned, struggling as the shadows lowered you. 

“Please?” You didn’t want to beg. Hell, you shouldn’t have to beg. It was a part of the deal. He said you could have him. In your eagerness, you had failed to iron out the details of what having him meant. His idea of giving himself to you may not have anything in common with yours, you realized with a cold shock. 

“Please what?” Alastor hummed, wiping your slick from his face with the palm of the hand that hadn’t been bullying your walls. 

“I want you.” Fuck it, you’d beg. How could you not when he looked at you so intently, palm hiding the smile you knew lived on his face. “Please. You said I could have you.”

“You’ve had me.” Alastor chuckled as he continued to not touch you. “You’ve had my mouth. You’ve had my fingers even! That’s more than anyone’s had in a rather long time.” 

“I want-” 

“You didn’t stipulate what you wanted me to give you, my darling.” Alastor grinned wider as you whined. “It appears that it’s your lucky night however!” 

Alastor’s belt clinked as the shadow’s lowered you the rest of the way to the bed. He whipped the belt free from the loops with such force that it snapped as he sent it flying with a dramatic swing of his arm. 

Your fingers twitched as you watched him unbutton his pants. Freeing him from his clothes was a task you wanted to see to. You wanted to indulge in the process of stripping him as bare as you were. You wanted to feel his skin under your hands as you pushed the shirt from his shoulders, as you freed his cock from the confines of his pants. 

“Something the matter?” You hadn’t realized you were whining, whimpering soft pleas of ‘please’ as you watched him. 

“I want to touch you.” You admitted shamelessly.

He hummed for a moment, eyes cast toward where the ceiling gave way to the illusion of a night sky before snapping down to yours, “No.”

“No?” You were sure you had to have heard him wrong. You had to have heard him wrong. 

“No,” He said as if that explained everything as he pulled his straining cock from where his pants had been strangling it. 

Alastor climbed over you, cock in hand as he drew his face closer to yours. Arching your back, you tried to touch him in any way you could with what little movement you could manage as he slowly stroked a dark hand along his length, thumb swiping over the red tip. Not one part of you was able to touch him. 

“Please? Please, Alastor. Please?” 

“You beg so prettily.” Alastor said, red eyes drowning you in a sea of fire. “Do you need me?” 

“Yes.” Shame was long gone, you didn’t know her anymore. 

“I should make you wait.” He threatened, kissing you softly in contrast. “I should make you long for a taste of what I can offer you as you have had the gall to do to me. I should make you mad with longing, as you did to me. I should drive you to the edges of sanity for a simple consideration, as you did to me.”

“I need you,” You begged, terrified that he would leave you unfulfilled as you had been unknowingly doing to him. You whimpered it with ever accusation, a pea of need and a longing for mercy.

God, what did his words mean? You hadn’t intended to do that to him. Fuck, you couldn’t even begin to say how you had done it. How had you captured his gaze? His attention? His longing? 

His words sounded dangerously close to obsession. 

“Good,” He said, grinning down at you. 

“I want to see you,” A gasp slipped from you as he ran the head of his cock along your slit, head of his cock bulling your clit as he swiped up, coating himself in slick with each pass. 

“You are seeing me,” Alastor knew damn well what you meant, “You’re seeing as much of me as you need to.” 

“I want more,” Tears gathered in your eyes and one had the audacity to trace a path slowly down your face.

“No,” Leaning into you, he licked up the salty trail from your face as he pushed himself inside painfully slowly. The feeling of his soft tongue on your face contrasted with the silky steel of his cock as he inched deeper and deeper inside. 

He didn’t give you time to adjust. There was no teasing. Alastor didn’t hesitate or pause to see how much of him your smaller body could take.

He simply kept pushing forward even as he grinned down at you, demanding you take all of him. You moaned, arching as he filled you, stretching to try and somehow make room for his considerable length as pain tinged the pleasure. Your teeth bit at your lip as you tried to choke off the sound of your whimpered moans. 

You wanted more contact. You needed it. Yet there was nothing you could do to obtain anymore. The only point of contact between you and Alastor was his cock pushing inside one inch at a time. 

He was long and thick, not overly so but fitting his body well. That worried you. His body was larger than yours by a good amount and that looked perfectly reasonable on him felt monstrous inside you. 

Tentacles shifted, pulling your body taught as you neared the end of what you thought you could take. He kept giving though until his hips kissed your body and a delicious pain tinged the stretch.

“Good girl,” Alastor praised, smile tight. “I knew you could take all of me,” He said as if he had given you a choice. 

He bumped his hips against yours hard, taking delight in the moan that fell from your lips at the harsh nudge of his head against your cervix. Pulling out just as slowly as he had pushed in, you squirmed as you tried to get more. 

He paused, head just kissing your soaked opening and admired the shine of your slick coating him. It was a mess and he found the way it spread onto his trousers to be distasteful but that was alright, for now. They could be cleaned. 

“So needy,” He mused as he leaned over you again, bracing for a moment before slamming into you only to pause, fully seated in your warmth. 

“Am I touching you enough yet?” Alastor loomed over you again, fucking you and yet not. 

“More,” You wanted to scream from the frustration.

“I’ve got you stretched around me,” He pulled out slowly as he spoke, only to once again harshly slam his way home. “So tightly. There’s nowhere I am not reaching.” 

He was right but still, you begged for more.

“So greedy,” Alastor tsked in mock disappointment as he fell into a slow rhythm.

Shadows lifted your hips as he rose up onto his knees, changing the angle of his trusts. Strong hands wrapped around your hips as he picked up his pace, each thrust punctuated with the harsh slam of his hips into you. 

“Are you happy now?” He teased, running his hands along your sides as he fucked into you still too slowly. “I’m touching you more.” 

More. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Well?” His eyes burned into you. “Use your pretty little words and tell me.” 

“More?” You wanted to hate how pathetic you sounded, whining for more of his touch, to be granted more pleasure by him but you couldn’t manage to draw the shame to the surface. 

“More?” Alastor laughed, his body shifting to fold over you as he blocked out your view of the ceiling, not that you’d been able to take your eyes from him for more then fleeting moments. “More what?”

“More touch,” You moaned as he thrust into you harder. “Please, touch me more. Let me,” 

Alastor’s shadows let go of your legs and hips. He thrust into you as your hips fell to the bed with the force of his hips hitting yours. You struggled against the shadows around your wrists but gained no ground there. 

At least your legs had been freed. You ran them up and down his hips and legs. It was maddening how good it felt to feel him under the smoothe fabric of his trousers. Greedy, that’s what you knew he’d call you as you squeezed at his hips with your thighs, trying to expose some more of him, desperate for the feel of his skin.

“You are a naughty one, aren’t you?” Alastor leaned back and wrapped one of your thighs in his strong hand. 

As if it took no effort at all, he pulled your leg up to stretch up his torso, ankle hooking over his shoulder near his neck. You could feel the flex of his muscles with each thrust. 

He allowed his grip on your thigh to slacken as he pulled from you, cock dragging against your walls each time. His hand not clutching your leg rested on your abdomen and fuck, you could feel the pressure of his hand from inside with each thrust.

“Greedy little doll,” Alastor ran his tongue along your calf as he pushed harder down against your soft body. 

The pressure made every punishing thrust of his cock into you all the more intense. Your arms hurt from how they were stretched out over your head, joints pulled tight every time he pulled you to match his thrusts.

“I give you an ounce of freedom and what do you do with it?” Teeth scraped against your calf, “You try to take more even as I’m giving your cunt exactly what you need.”

“Need,” You parroted the only word that made sense to you as he drove you closer to the edge. “Need to touch you. Need more.” 

“I’ll give you more,” Alastor’s teeth sank into your calf, cutting deep.

Oh, that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. You should have been screaming out in pain as blood gushed into Alastor’s mouth, spilling from the corners as he drank greedily from the wound. 

You didn’t scream though. No, what came spilling from your lips pulled Alastor’s into a bloody smile, smearing red against your skin. 

Ultimately, it was the look in his eyes and your blood on his lips that pushed you to the edge of the cliff. You were so wet. The sound of wet squelching was the music your moans sang along to. 

Alastor groaned, adding his voice to the chorus of carnal music your bodies danced to. Slapping skin was the beat he played your body to and now, the greatest part of your song was approaching. 

“Alastor,” His name was stuttered, broken as it fell from your mouth and oh, how he liked the way that sounded as you repeated it.

“Yes?” He looked down at you with eyes that you would have sworn was lit from within. You couldn’t look away, “You’re close, I can feel you.” 

Red eyes. Blood smeared lips. His hand pushed harder into you, ensuring the head of his cock bullied your sweet spot with each sharp thrust in. The bed creaked under you with the increasing force of his thrusts. 

“Didn’t I tell you?” He chuckled, “That I’d give you exactly what you need? I’d touch you, just how you need to come undone on my cock?” 

“Oh fuck,” You struggled to keep focus anywhere. Your eyes roamed him, hardly under your control. Red lips. Bloodstained hand gripping your thigh, nails cutting trails you didn’t even feel as you were driven closer and closer to the edge. 

“What do you need?” He said, filter flickering in and out of his voice as static grew around you. If asked, you’d say the static was caressing your skin though how that was possible, you’d have no idea. 

“You,” He felt so good, it was hard to think. 

“Fuck,” you pulled against the shadows as he laughed at you.

“Need to touch,” You begged as static seemed to rise and fall around you with every brutal thrust. “Please. Please, Al- Alastor, Please. I want to, I need to touch you. Please.” 

Tears were falling from your eyes, sparkling in the dim light of the room as Alastor leaned in, pushing your leg toward your chest. He reached deeper with each of his thrusts now, the head of his cock bullying your cervix harshly.

Blood dripped onto your chest from the wound on your calf but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care. He was so close now, folding you in half. You could feel the warmth of his body, so close and yet you could only touch him how he allowed, where he pressed his body into you. 

“I suppose,” He said after a hum, broken by nearly inaudible groan as your core fluttered around him with promise, “Since you’ve begged so prettily.” 

The shadows around your body dematerialized, turning to smoke as your arms sagged. The joints ached, from wrist to shoulder, it felt like they creaked as they moved. Yet you didn’t hesitate for a moment as your palms went to his arms.

Strong arms covered in well worn, soft fabric supported him. The muscles hidden from view felt strong as steel under your touch. 

“Is that what you wanted?” Alastor’s face was so close to yours now, you were drowning in him. 

“Yes, God, yes.” Close. You were so close now. His chest was firm and you wanted so badly to slip the buttons free. The idea of exposing more of him alone was near enough to send you feral, not that you had enough space or power to act on it. 

“I am your God here.” Blasphemous words fell from his blood tinged lips. “I am your God now. Only me.” 

He shifted his weight to one arm, large palm freed to run up your chest, smearing the spilled blood, only to wrap frighteningly tight around your throat. This shouldn’t turn you on as much as it did. The moan that spilled from your lips felt like it was born in your core, the sound rich and deep.

“Say it.” He shifted, rubbing his pubic bone and the hair that cushioned his cock against your clit, providing stimulation that had been missing for so long. “Say it and I’ll let you cum undone on my cock. Say it and I’ll give you the privilege of touching me while I...” 

Radio filter dropped in and out as he spoke, each dip in the filter was met with a caressing rise of the static, as if to try and distract you from the sound of his naked voice. 

“Oh my G-” You choked the word off even as his hand tightened around your throat. “Fuck, Alastor.” 

Lips kissed your shoulder as he leaned into you more, folding you even tighter. Sharp nips and soft kisses traced your jaw, just above where his fingers gripped. 

“Again,” He demanded, nipping your jaw as you tightened around him, dancing on the edge of a loaded spring. 

You ran your hands up his chest, along his shoulders as he demanded you say his name, that you call him a God. You held onto his shoulder for dear life- dear afterlife? Fuck, you couldn’t think. 

Finally, as your hand trailed up the back of his neck, you were rewarded with the feeling of skin under your hand. Soft skin burned under your fingers. The short hairs of his undercut were soft under your finger tips.

“Please, Alastor. Fuck, my god. You, you’re my god. Whatever you want. Please, please.”

You hadn’t expected him to kiss you but he cut your pleas off with his lips. He fucked you hard and fast, pounding you into the mattress without mercy as you tasted your blood on his tongue. 

Each time his hips slammed into you, he ground himself into your clit. 

“Mine,” He whispered as a perfectly placed thrust sent you flying off the cliff. 

You moaned deeply as you fluttered around him. Your legs pushed against the immovable wall that was Alastor as his name fell from your lips in a unholy prayer. 

“Mine.” He said again, voice naked as his power swelled around him. Shadows danced. Static swelled as dim lights flickered then died, leaving them cast in firelight alone. 

You could feel him twitch inside you as he slammed home with such force as to knock the air right out of your lungs. His grip flexed around your neck as he bit down on your lip, spilling blood into your mouth that he eagerly lapped up. 

“Mine,” He whispered, a look you could only describe as insane dancing in his eyes as he looked down at you. You struggled to take a breath as he twitched, the last spurts of his seed deposited deep inside of you. 

You gasped his name as he licked up the trail of blood that had run down your lip and jaw. 

“Mine and, ma chérie-” He said again. For the first time, true fear that you had made a deadly mistake in your hasty deal, “I do not share.” 

~~~~~<3

Tag list: @the-shark-named-sharon, @intensityofchaos, @xalygator, @sirens-and-moonflowers, @chibistar45

[sturniolodreamz]

NSFW Alphabet - Chris Sturniolo

a/n - these are my personal opinions, you can respectfully disagree!

tags - @sturniol0z @ethereal-lovers @its-jennarose @angelic-sturniolos111

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He isn't always the best at aftercare, so he usually won't do things like run you a bath, but he makes sure you are okay, and then lots of cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Let's be real, this man loves his dick. He's also a huge ass guy, so he loves sneaking looks and grabbing your ass as he walks by.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man would love to cum inside you, but neither of you are ready for babies. Instead, he cums on your face or in your mouth, he loves to watch you swallow his load.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Long before you started dating, he was jerking off to your pictures, or even just the thoughts of what he wanted to do to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got a couple bodies on him. Nothing crazy, but he definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

DOGGY! We've all been saying this, he loved doggy, because he also loves your ass. He likes it even more if you are in front of a mirror, and he forces you to watch yourself getting fucked (and so he can still see your face.)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Some days he definitely likes to have fun with it, other days he means business and needs to get the job done.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed short, both yours and his preference.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He makes sure you know how loved and special you are to him, even during the most rough sex. He doesn't want you to think he is using you just for sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jerk off often, he'd rather you do it for him. But during desperate times, he jerks off to photos or thoughts of you. He refuses to watch porn and get pleasure from seeing another girl.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He even said it himself, he loves it when you call him daddy. He also likes choking you (with your consent). Other than that, he's not really a kinky guy unless there are things you want to try.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves the classic bedroom, but if he gets the chance in the shower, car, or even a public bathroom he won't say no.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This man is always horny, so it doesn't take much to get him turned on. Just a little teasing from you and hes ready to do some very unholy things to you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving bodily fluids grosses him out, or anything involving hurting you (so no impact play or degradation).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving just as much as receiving. He definitely knows his way around the vagina if you know what I'm saying.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He strongly prefers sex on the faster/rougher side, but if you are having a bad day and just need some love he will go slow and gentle (ps, I have a fic ab this here !!)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's always down for a quickie if it means another round later where he can take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If there's something you want to try and it's not super out there he will give it a shot, but for the most part he likes to stick with what he knows.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go at least 2 rounds if you're up for it, but usually you guys stick to just one longer one.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He let's you use a vibrator on him every once in a while, but he prefers himself to make you feel good instead of a vibrator or dildo.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the king of teasing, especially if you guys are in a public setting where you can't exactly sneak off together.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's actual more on the quiet side in terms of sounds, but he dirty talks in your ear constantly.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to smoke weed with you (oops) before having sex, he says it makes the orgasm better.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is on the bigger side, long but not super girthy, just enough to fill you up in all the right ways.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As I said before, he is pretty much always shamelessly horny and will never say no to sex or a blowjob/handjob.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He gets pretty tired after he cums, which is why he prefers to have sex at night.

[transhuman-priestess]

re: TME, those are my EXACT thoughts. every time I try to see a (usually white) tgirl try to draw a line on who’s in their in-crowd it always ends up with Penis Baby Vs Vagina Baby except somehow even more exclusive. it is so infuriating to see these shitass acronyms erase everything we’ve worked towards in favor of Guys I Swear Just One More Binary. And don’t even get me started on getting degendered & called “a TMA” by other transfems

(PS: if someone tries to define TMA/TME to you, bring up eggs. Mental short circuit every time)

i have done this before and yeah.

There are a baffling number of people who, upon realizing they're marginalized, rather than attempt to uplift everyone in their new community, immediately try to claw back whatever little bit of hierarchy they've experienced before by climbing over the backs of their newfound comrades.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Just going to leave these here for you to use for research purposes...

Lady why do you be trying to claw my soul through my vagina via sexy asks?

Ps. Don't stop 😇

Pps. Love you.

[our-transgender-experiences]

This is a message for any transwoman that will read it:

Transwomen I love you

You are beautiful. You are loved. You are valid. You are women. I am so sorry people are hating on you for nothing. You are not creeps trying to invade women’s spaces. Don’t listen to the haters. We have your back.

My beautiful girlfriend is a transwoman and I love her not matter what. If she wasn’t in my life I wouldn’t be alive today

You transwomen are awesome. You don’t deserve all the hate. You are worth it. No matter how you look, what colour is your skin, what is your religion or your ethnicity. All transwomen are women and people are dumb not realising it.

Sincerely, a transman

Ps: please can we exchange bodies in a secret ritual no one can know about? I’m ready to give you my boobs and my period and my vagina and everything you want if you want to transition

Trans women are amazing, and i would like to donate my boobs to them

[fluffyprettykitty]

perfect stranger

Pairing: Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1200 words

Summary: Meeting a strange man in a quiet bar in a foreign town.

Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, spit as lube, oral sex (m receiving), reader being submissive, dirty talk, pet names, breath play, biting, if I missed anything major please let me know.

Author’s Note: based on that scene when cassian goes to the bar :)

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Cassian Andor Masterlist

You had sworn yourself you'd never do anything like that ever again. And yet here you were a stranger's hand over your mouth, his cock deep inside your vagina, thrusting deeply into you.

You breathe deeper as the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out, somehow managing to hit deeper every time. One hour ago you had walked inside this bar, famous for loners and travelers and all you wanted to do was relax before your next flight back home.

Of course that wasn't possible, not when the mysterious dark stranger dressed in a long trench coat and a beard that hid most of his features stared at you in such a way that made your loins growl. He sat there sipping his drink slowly and you swore you wanted to become that glass.

Twenty minutes later you got up to head to the bathroom and there he was one arm above your head pining yours down, his hot breath against your mouth. "You're in need of some attention." He said as a statement and you couldn't help but notice how lovely his voice sounded.

"Can't talk when a man pays attention to you?" He chuckled and flared his nostrils and you know he had the strongest drink in the bar.

"Tell you what, if you want me to let you go right now just nod your head and I will. If you want me to continue, I will have to hear a little bit of your voice. Alright?" You tried to breathe and relax your body but you couldn't help but stare at his neck breathing in and out.

"Pl-pl-please." You breathed out, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get with him. His eyes glowed up and he slowly nodded. "Are you sure? If I start it'll be hard for me to stop."

"Please." You repeated and looked at him placing your hands on his waist. "Anything you want. Anything." He chuckled at your response and the next moment he shoved you inside the tiny cubicle, accentuated by the blue neon lights of the bar, and crushed his lips against yours. Rough unruly hair was brushing against your face as his open kisses traveled from your lips to your chin.

You moaned the first time he reached for your neck, one hand on your chin, leaving you a mess and desperate for oh so much more. He was gentle but hard with his kisses, wanting to leave bruises on your skin, wanting to devour you whole. You knew you weren't the first and maybe he picked up a different girl every night but fuck you deserved how good he made you feel.

Your trembling hands were trying hard to creep under his clothes but they felt like too many and you started getting frustrated.

"Easy, easy, I'll get what you need." He chuckled once again and took your hand placing it on the zipper close to his neck.

"That's where it opens." He instructed you correctly and you gasped at the sight of his toned chest. Your fingers immediately started caressing his skin as you reached further down slowing at his belly button.

Now there was only one thing you wanted to do and you started kneeling down which only had him smiling.

"Oh, that's what you like, huh? dreaming of sucking cocks at random bars?"

"My favorite thing in the world." You playfully retorted and looked at him. He helped you once more, pushing his pants down, a strange uniform of sorts that you had never seen before that made you believe he was a traveler from far away, and licked your lips when you finally saw his cock.

You wasted no time, tracing your fingers over his veins at first which had him cursing, and then slowly caressing his tip. Then you got to business, kitty licking his cock before using one fist down his length and bopping your head down the cock head. His hand naturally gets placed on your head, guiding you a little down his shaft but mostly he allows you to take control.

"You're so good baby, but fuck I need to get inside you. Now, on the wall." You let go and get up turning yourself around and placing your hands against the wall. One smack on your ass that has you whimpering and then Cassian is pushing your long skirt up your waist, twisting it inside your belt, and smacking your ass again.

"How long?" He asks and his one hand reaches under your thigh and up your pussy. "Has it been since you last got laid?" His mouth is right behind your ear and his deep voice has your legs trembling.

"M-months." You breathe out and his palm is now on your panties, soaking wet just for him. He slowly rubs his palm over your wetness and chuckles.

"I can tell. Can't find any good man to fuck that sweet pussy of yours?" You moan as cold air hits you when he pushes your panties to the side followed by his finger breaching inside your pussy.

"Ain't it sad? Thinking of how well I could be fucking that pussy every hour of the day if I had come across you earlier?" He twists his finger around your wall and your hand desperately tries to hold you on.

"I'm gonna treat her so good, don't worry."

And that brings you to now as he takes one of your legs and places it on the toilet seat so he can thrust inside you deeper, having first spitted again on his cock. His hands are on your hips, not letting you slip away from him.

You could have sworn you had promised yourself you'd get better and stop fucking random men in bars but somehow that information went missing from your head.

It's coming close now, you need to cum and shout his name that haven't even asked at all and you try to close your legs together. He pulls as he feels begin to orgasm and brings you to his body, one hand on your mouth, the other on your pussy, rubbing your clit. And you cum magnificently, your whole body shaking, your teeth biting down his fingers and his heavy cock pressed against your back.

He gives you a few moments to recover and breathe slowly holding you close.

"Be a good girl and get on your knees and open your mouth for me, okay?"

He whispers against your ear and you can't help but obey him, quick on your feet, getting down on the floor, butt naked, opening your mouth wide. He strokes his heavy cock a few times and hot glistening cum gets painted on your face, some inside your mouth and you gleefully lick it with your tongue.

You could have sworn that you'd never be this happy before as you watched his heavy features smiling just cause of you. And he placed a hand on your chin caressing your cheek slowly.

"I got a hotel room."

"I can get on the next plane."

"Good."

You could have sworn....

Oh, nevermind.

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[kudouusagi]

Hi! first thank you so so so much for the translation you do some really good work! the quality of your images, cleaning, typesetting, and the translation itself are so good!

I really appreciate that someone is still translating this in english, Koisuru Boukun means a lot to me :,) I started reading it as a teen figuring and I recently realized that I’m now the age of Morinaga in the beginning T_T

I wanted to ask something about the censoring in this manga. Is it the Takanaka Hinako Sensei’s decision to leave blanks where dicks should be or is this something that has to be done to be publishable? I know it’s like this in many yaoi that were/are published in popular bl magazines but I wonder if it’s more a convention or a rule. I’m asking because I’m re-reading the series right now and I just noticed that in volume 5 extra (the night in Canada from Tatsumi’s pov) there is a fully drawn dick lol it struck me as odd.

tangentially, I was wondering if you know if anyone is going to pick up scanlating Wananaku Kiba no Daria? there’s only volume 1 online but 3 volumes have been published.

sorry this is getting long, thank you for bring the backbone of this english speaking community.

ps: do you ever need help with cleaning and/or typesetting? it’s a lot of work. if you do I’d like to offer my help,, I don’t speak Japanese but I know how to clean raws and edit them.

Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words <3 I put a lot of work into it.

For censoring it's a Japanese law that it is illegal to show realistic genitals in any form. Their live action porn is censored, their mangas are censored, the lady who made a boat of her vagina was arrested and fined. The least amount of censorship they can get away with depends on how politicians are feeling about it at the time and what magazine it was published in. GUSH tends to be on the higher censorship side but Takanaga never draws penis in any of her stories. Some other artists in other magazines fully draw the penis and only add black bars over small parts of it.

As for that penis... it was added by the scanlator at the time. I've commented in my discord before that I should make a FAQ post about that panel saying "No sorry that penis was added by the scanlator" because people talk about it all the time... well I guess this will be it lol

This was the original panel in Japanese before the scanlator added the penis.

No penis to be seen.

I don't know if anyone will continue scanlating Wananaku. I figure if they haven't by now they're not going to but never say never lol.

I do need help with cleaning! If you message me here or better yet, on discord, we can talk about it!

[imaginespazzi]

GH Chapter 6 babyyyyy. Oooh girl, I needed this fluff! Feeling a little down in the dumps as our embryo transfer failed, and honestly this perked me up! No worries though I am remaining positive as we have a few more frozen embryos so we shall try again :) But truly reading this chapter yesterday gave me such a boost! Thank you :) REACTIONS - My only negative feedback/correction is that it is indeed, as easy for a literal child to buy alcohol in eastern Europe as it is to buy coke 😂😂😂 wild place. - The whole sequence of them in the gazebo, P bringing up the date, the angst, anticipation, butterflies brought me back to being 15. Which is a huge feat because girl, it was a while ago lol - "She does none of the above. Instead Azzi kisses Paige back." Oh thank the lord above Azzi Fudd LET YOUR LOINS LEAD YOU and chill a bit - Their hearts talking to each other. What a beautiful depiction of what it would feel like to be kissing your person again after all this time. Although I am firmly in the camp of them having had some sort of physical/sexual interaction either during Ps marriage or after her divorce teehee - “I- I broke your heart. I broke us. How could you possibly want that again. How could you possibly want me again?” AZZI does she have to spell it out in sky writing? She loves you and will always love you and will always want you. Forever. One step forward two steps back with this one eh - "Take it slow and see where it goes and maybe we’ll- maybe we’ll be even better this time.” See Paige is wise. Our dumb blonde is not so dumb when it comes to MATTERS OF THE HEART. And Vagina. - THE RULES. You been spending too much time w/ @pb524830 haha. Hopefully you don't EDGE US TO DEATH like a certain someone did for the first part of PnP. - I wanna know did they like sit down and have a formal conversation about what the rules are? Also what is within the kissing boundary lol Tongue? Little boob squeeze? Giving themselves blue-clits over here. Better buy batteries for their vibrators at Costco prob going through a couple double-As every 3 days. - But in all honestly the thought of them making out on Azzis couch after Stephie is in bed, then having to separate and have Paige go back to her house at the end of the night is very high school and precious and cute. - Ok girl you know the car seat thing was the highlight for me. You put a big smile on my face by including that I LOVED IT. And its pu-ple!!!! cute cute cute cute - “You look really happy today sweetheart,” Tim says softly. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 - Dying at the contrast of Stephie thinking the sun shines out of P's ass and she is the moral and Christ-like center of the universe while Jon and Jose are like um no this bitch is a menace you don't even know - Awwww are the 3 of them gonna sleep in a queen sized bed w/ Stephie in the middle. I can't. Lil family - “you won’t- you won’t run away again tomorrow morning will you?” make me cry again why don't you - I think hearing EVERYONE around her calling P 'Paige' has gotta switch up Stephies name for her at some point. Maybe hearing Drew call her Paigey will influence her? Overall this was such delicious fluff and perfect whisps of angst. Made my day- my week! Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Am I terrified for whats to come? YUP! But hopefully you can preserve our hearts a little bit by keeping up some tender fluff throughout 😭 <3 🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼

Aww bby sending you so much virtual love and hugs. I'm glad this chapter cheered you up and I'm manifesting so hard for it to work next time <3

LMAO I did actually think of this but then was like when would Paige have time to just walk around Minsk and find alcohol lol?

That whole scene is veryy vaguely inspired by my own first kiss so it was actually pretty easy to write and I just channeled my inner 15 year old (been a while for me too) into it

NOT THE LOINS LMAO I had a feeling you'd appreciate the "plot twist"

Azzi's just an overthinker BUT SHE'S WORKING ON IT! In the meantime I guess blondie has custody of their one shared braincell.

LMAO I don't think anyone will ever get to the level of edging that @pb524830 did like she's simply just the queen of sexual tension and making us suffer.

THE CAR SEAT SCENE REALLY WAS FOR YOU SO I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT

I'm so attached to Miss Buecks like I lowkey don't want to have Stephie call her anything else and I can't think of any other original nickname that only Stephie would call her.

[marengogo]

Do you think Jikook will break up if they can’t have kids? Jimin seems to want them and jk not?

Many seem to think Jimin will just get with a women? But what about kook?

I don’t want any human entity to come out of my vagina. YET, I do sometimes think about how cute it would be to have my own child, for like a couple of days … but then I can’t “return” them, because they are not refundable.

Also, it turns out it would be best if you had a stable income, stable psyche, stable presence, stable environment, etc etc etc. Who knew right 🤡???

But then again, in my opinion, this planet has just WAY TOO MANY PEOPLE BRO!

But then also I think about all those children in the world who have nobody. The ones that didn’t ask to be here, yet “surprise!” here they are. In fact, in truth, when/if I finally get my act, and finances, together, I hope I will be allowed to adopt adoption is not easy AT ALL, also turns out, you can’t return them either! Unless it is deemed that the child is not safe.

… oh shit, sorry … this wasn’t about me, was it? 😅. Let me get back on track.

If JM wants a biological child that comes from a vagina, that is part of someone that he emotionally loves, and wants to spend the rest of his life with, then JK is obviously out of the question. You didn’t need me to answer that, did you?! 😳

I mean, if that is the case, JM will find a woman and JK will have to deal with it, like we all do. Sure, he is my twin-flame but he ain’t special like that, so c’est la vie it will have to be.

… pretty straightforward, no?

Sorry Anon, I’m admittedly a bit confused by the whole ask…

Marengo.

PS - btw foster care is also an option. There really are SO MANY children out there without guardians, it is disgusting.

[princessmaybank]

i feel like we need to talk about doctor!jj. have gone absolutely feral for him on my blog but I must know you’re stance on this 🙏🏻😚

okay okay so I've only seen the first few seasons of Grey's and it gives me a whole different perspective on this than it would've before I watched. JJ would be such a slutty doctor. Definitely takes after Mark Sloan and Alex Karev. Would absolutely fuck you in one of the many open rooms on breaks. I feel like in theory everyone would want him to be a gyno but in reality (imo) I think he wouldn't want to look at anyone else's vagina. So if you and him had been together for years he would've decided that yours is the only pussy he'll see the rest of his life and he chose a different specialty. I think he'd be a lot like Karev, personality and career wise. But anyway- him controlling an OR would be so hot. Especially if you were scrubbing in for him, giving you commands, even at work. Definitely gonna have to go home and discuss further. If you couldn't wait until you got home (he would at least wait until surgery was over thank God) then he'd take you into one of those empty rooms. He's figured out that you like the feeling of gloves so he'll put them on sometimes to rub your clit, finger you, twist your nipples, or even just placing a hand around your neck/throat. But most of the time if his fingers are inside you with that glove on he'll pull out and take it off saying "I need to feel you baby".

PS: Let's say his name is Jesse James...they would definitely call him Jesse instead of JJ like he's asked.

Sorry if this was too weird or too much of a Grey's take.

[autisticarach]

i want to talk about periods. You may be asking lux what’s so important about periods that you’re talking about it on your astv blog. Well, I’m here to tell you.

I’m pretty sure that everyone is aware that Asa’s afab. He has a vagina and boobs. He also has a period and like me, very painful period cramps. I want him to have these because we don’t talk about period pain still, not hero stops the. world because they’re on their period, except Asa does. He knows himself and his body and has learned (through trial and error) to rest

He will not talk to anyone but his children during his period and they’re only been once that he’s been willing to talk to hobie. He’s in a lot of pain and most pain meds do not work for him.

How does this affect being Arachnid?

Well good question! Asa does not do Arachnid on the first four days of his period because of the pain that he is in. He doesn’t really cook, clean or dance. during that time either. He rests, he reminds himself that his ancestors thought people on their periods were strong and not gross, not icky, not anything his brain wants to tell him. On the fourth day everything starts to go back to normal. He makes dinner again, makes homemade lunch instead of school lunch, and goes out as arachnid again.

Periods suck for him (and for me) but now that he has hobie, and has Diane he can have someone that he trusts drop off food or high tech heat pads.

So yeah, it sucks so hard those first few days but he (and I) live on

(ps Diane is my oc’s best friend and she belongs with @the-cat-and-the-birdie)

[moe-broey]

The Trans/Bi Saw Trap of Meeting The Parents

> I bring home a seemingly cis guy. I'm Cured. I'm finally "on the right path". Don't you see? All it took was a Nice Young Man to Fix you. The Perfect Man. I told you he was out there and I was right. See? He loves you, Despite... [broadly gestering to all of me]. Just like we do! 😇 I'm just so happy it all worked out. That somehow, by the Divine Right of our Holy Penis and Vagina Sex (ONLY. AFTER HOLY MATRIMONY. MIND YOU. Even though I had both you and your brother out of wedlock, as I always say, do as I say not as I do hehe 😇) You are free from Sin. In all of your atrocities and affronts to God. I'm just so happy for you, so proud of you 😌

> I bring home a seemingly cis woman. I am deemed to be in a Lesbian 😰😰😰 "Relationship". 😒😒 Okaaayyyyyyy. Well. I would love to meet her 😊🤗 We'd even love to have her stay with us! Just NO SEX. APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR. NO overly sexual kissing. You can hold hands. The same rules apply to your brother and Heterosexual Jessica, of course. What do you mean I'm not this overtly weird about it with them? Are you mad at me. Do you hate me. Do you Hate your Mother 🥺🥺🥺😢😢😢😢😢😢💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

(ps this is Me talking now. OP. You may even know him as Milo. I love you lesbians. However, I, myself, am not a lesbian -- on account of My Gender Identity and what it means to me.)

And dear god. Dear fucking god. If I bring home anyone who is visibly trans or exists Outside of the binary. It's so over. Endless fucking Hell World. I'm So Sorry. Never should have come here

[the-queen-and-the-king]

Just a booty call - 7

Summary: A new year has began and Emily is craving for Aaron, feeling mixed feelings about the deal they have passed months before.

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan (and the BAU team, but they're just mentioned)

Contents: explicit smut, dirty thoughts, jealousy, alcohol, a little bit of angst, unprotected sex (don't do that!), creampie NSFW/MINORS DNI

This text is a try, with a reverse structure compared to the other Hotchniss' AU I'm used to work on. It all starts with a FWB that will evolve into something else (with a certain amount of angst).

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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He kissed her neck and she let out a sigh of delight. His big hands slid down her torso, over the relief of her hips and caught the flaps of her evening gown. He was pressed against her, multiplying kisses on her neck, her chin, and her shoulders. Cheeks ablaze, she restrained herself from ripping off all the buttons on his shirt to caress his chest. Given where they were, they'd have to limit themselves to the bare minimum to do their business.

                A new year had begun a handful of minutes earlier. The whole team had been invited to celebrate New Year's Eve at Dave's house, including partners. Kevin Lynch and Will LaMontagne Jr. were on hand. Since the beginning of the evening, Emily had been constantly observing the interactions between the two pairs of lovers, smiling as she saw their intertwined fingers, their regular contact, their enamored glances and the furtive kisses exchanged. She was happy for her colleagues, but a part of her was also jealous of them. She wished she could do the same.

                Problem: the man she'd been sleeping with recently was also among the guests, and their relationship was forbidden. Not by their friends, who – she was sure – wouldn't mind, but by the government organization they both worked for. And even if that hadn't been the case, the fact that her lover was their boss jeopardized the agency's equilibrium. She was therefore condemned to silence and restraint.

                Which was far from easy when you were so close to the person you wanted most. There he was, a few steps away from her, chatting with Spencer and Derek, seemingly indifferent to her presence. And he looked handsome in his tailored suit. He'd dropped the tie and that only made him even more attractive. She devoured every square inch of his face with her eyes, frustrated that she couldn't caress and kiss him to her heart's content. His fingers, as powerful as they were delicate, encircled one of their host's crystal glasses, and she dreamed of feeling them insinuate themselves between her thighs.

                They hadn't seen each other since December twenty-fifth and, as on the previous occasion, she seemed to be the only one affected by this infrequent occurrence of their lovemaking. How did he manage to settle for just one embrace a month? What was she not doing that would encourage him to come back to her more often? He loved it. He loved to take her and to pour himself into her. He came every time. Then, why? Would he – as their agreement allowed – go elsewhere? With who? When? Where?

                She didn’t like that idea. She didn't like the idea of hands other than hers on his skin. Other lips than hers, other legs girdling his hips, other vaginas closing around his stick. All this aroused a strong feeling of anger in her. Of anger and pain. She'd agreed to all the terms of their deal so that they could continue to get laid on occasion without damaging their working relationship, but now she regretted the freedom they'd given each other. Aaron had to be hers and no one else's.

                A reflection made all the more absurd by the fact that he didn't seem to feel the same way about her. It was always an arduous task to guess what he was thinking, but his silences and the ease with which he ignored her seemed equivocal enough. Obviously, she was just a booty call for him. She was just a pair of tits and ass that he'd groped whenever he felt like it. She was just a hole into which he relieved himself when his hand no longer satisfied him. She felt her eyes burning. She was in pain.

                She gasped as something brushed against her lower back. She put one foot back into reality and turned her attention to the nearby presence. Very near. Aaron stood beside her, concern creasing his brow. He didn't say a word, but she guessed his question. She smiled back and, after scanning her surroundings, he kissed her neck. A wave of electricity surged from her lower abdomen to her chest. She stared back at him, questioning, and he merely raised an eyebrow in understanding. Heart pounding against her sternum, she searched her colleagues with her eyes, saw that they were all gathered around Penelope, and leaned towards him to place a kiss on that mouth she so longed for. He let her in, and their tongues intertwined.

                They hurriedly parted when the sound of distant voices startled them. JJ asked them to come closer, and they gave in to give the change, their hands brushing against each other on the way. They put on a brave face for another thirty minutes or so, until Dave turned on the music and the bravest – or most drunken – of them all started gesticulating on the dance floor. Emily accompanied her friends, very aware of Aaron's attention on her. If he had anyone else in his life, he was hers tonight. She undulated as languorously as she could in the presence of so many witnesses, glancing regularly in his direction to make sure he was interested. And he was, entirely.

                Then she paused to go to the bathroom, and it was on her way back to the living room that he intercepted her in the corridor. She didn't struggle, wrapping herself in his arms and pressing herself against this much sought-after body. They kissed for a long time, taking only brief breaths to prolong the reunion. Until he pulled away from her, took her palm in his and led her to the laundry room. The small room was cluttered with washing machines, tumble dryers, drying racks, shelves and cupboards, supporting and containing the necessary laundry and ironing equipment. But, most importantly, there was a table – probably used for folding clothes, sheets and other fabrics – which was just the right height for what they intended to do.

                Her dress pulled up just right, she reached for his belt buckle and opened it. The pants fell to the ground with a characteristic “cling” that moved her. He removed his boxers himself and she took hold of his erect sex, stroking it gently before bringing it to the edge of her crotch. In the meantime, he had removed her panties and could see that she was ready to receive him. He entered her without waiting, and they both let out the same rattle of satisfaction. Then he went back and forth between her intimate lips energetically, holding her pelvis firmly in place so he could hammer it in and out. Clinging to what she could, she encouraged him to continue his effort, her chest assailed by waves of ecstasy every time he pushed into her.

                Moans and grunts harmonized as the rhythm of this torrid ballet reached a crescendo, and she finally captured him in her arms so she could cling to his shoulders. To whisper, too, in his ear what she couldn't express aloud at the risk of alarming the whole household. The music pulsed up to them, but she knew how to be very voluble when the pleasure rose in her. As it was in this moment. She had the sensation that molten lava was bubbling up inside her and that an eruption was imminent. Galvanized by her words, the giant took no more gloves and angrily insinuated himself into her. Until orgasm swept them both away. They trembled, huffed and puffed, leaning on the frail piece of furniture that had held firm. He remained buried inside her, his head coiled in the nape of her neck, his ribs heaving against hers.

                When their brains reminded them that they'd been away for a long time, they parted, kissed, got dressed and kissed again. She was the first to leave the room and move cautiously away when a voice called out to her, making her jump.

“Ah, here you are.”

“Derek?”

The ex-policeman stepped towards her, with an ultra-wide grin and the twinkling eyes of those who've had a drop too much.

“Haven’t you see Hotch? We’re looking for you for a karaoke.”

“Uh…”

She looked behind her reflexively and her counterpart stared at the end of the corridor, perplexed.

“What were you doing up there?”

“Uh… I… It’s… it’s the laundry room, I… I had a stain on my stole,” she asserted, holding up the accessory studded with colorful markings. “I was searching something to… clean it up.”

“I've got it!” exclaimed her lover, popping up behind her back. “You can try this maybe.”

He had a bottle of stain remover between his fingers. He'd obviously heard her improvised excuse and jumped at the chance to come out of hiding. Morgan squinted his eyelids, his irises leaping from one to the other, and she prayed he wouldn't notice the mixture of perspiration and intimate fluids that must have been floating around them. They hadn't had a chance to go through the bathroom to get rid of the evidence. After an interminable silence, the explosives expert shook his head and said:

“We’re waiting for you in the living room. Warm up your vocal chords because there will be no mercy.”

And he laughed as he retraced his steps. The couple exchanged stunned glances, and then burst out laughing. Aaron went to rest his trophy, and after a few ablutions and a final kiss, they joined their colleagues. In the end, it wasn't such a bad start to the year.

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First chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/the-queen-and-the-king/757694774493986816/just-a-booty-call-1?source=share

Next chapter>> https://www.tumblr.com/the-queen-and-the-king/762134009995247616/just-a-booty-call-8?source=share