#slight scat mention?

[ohnomytummy]

I succ—*gurgle* —eeded….oh god….

I didn’t puke but my lower tummy is now a toxic sludge zone. The cramps are almost nonstop…gentle but constant. After every belly gush I can feel my insides start filling again almost immediately. It’s so awful but so so good 😫

[mikrokoskooks]

Just Dance, It'll be okay

Sickie: Taehyung

Caretaker: Ot7

Tw: Emeto, scat, medically inaccurate, slight blood.

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For Today's RUN BTS, the guys would be doing just dance. They'd been split into 2 teams: Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook in one and Jin Yoongi Joon and Jimin in the other.

All they had to do was score high points on the dances and then the winning team would be rewarded with a special gift from the staff. That be totally easy, right? 

Wrong. They almost weren't able to film because Taehyung kept complaining about how his stomach felt sore and heavy. Now usually, the members would've let him stay in the dorm but filming that episode was the only thing they had left to do that day sit the boys decide they should all just go and Taehyung could just rest between takes if he needed to.

So now, Taehyung's busting his guts trying to keep up with Jungkook and Hobi's dance moves. "How are you guys dancing so fast?" he says in deep amazement." It's just skill hyung." Jungkook giggles.

"4 stars not too bad" Hoseok chuckles to himself, all his years of dancing were to thank for such a high score. "Good job Hoba four stars are great, but my team's definitely gonna get 5," Jin says, playfully hitting Hoseok's shoulder. "Oh, you're so on hyung!" The twos banter is soon interrupted by Taehyung mumbling something about needing the bathroom and him swiftly walking off.

While eavesdropping on his hyungs conversation the vocalist's stomach started bubbling, causing everything inside of him to be stirred up and pushed down. When he arrived at the toilets he managed to catch a quick glimpse of himself in the mirror before running into a stall. He didn't look too bad.

The second Taehyung sits on the toilet his stomach cramps and warm mush begins to leave his body at a rapid pace. He can't remember the last time he had the runs but he's pretty sure it never sucked this much. Luckily for him though, it ends as quickly as it started.

As Tae washes his hands he looks at his face in the mirror again he looks bad now, his face was pale, his cheeks were flushed and to top it all off he was beginning to feel nauseous. God, how was he going to keep filming this episode?

After giving himself a small pep talk taehyung walks back into the filming room his hand placed discreetly on his stomach. "Hey Taehyung, how're you feeling?" Namjoon asks he'd been waiting for the boy to see how he was holding up since earlier.

"I don't feel that well hyung, Taehyung mumbled, can we.. go home, please. Namjoon looks at the second youngest, it's true he doesn't look well at all but they only have one dance left to film so they can't leave yet.

"Aw, Taehyungie, I'm so sorry but we can't leave yet, Namjoon starts guiltily, We have one dance left to film then we can go okay?" Taehyung doesn't say anything he only nods his head gently and walks off plastering on a fake smile ready for the cameras.

Namjoon truly does feel bad for not taking Taehyung home but the director is strict and won't let them without a valid reason and something tells him a stomach ache won't count as a good enough excuse. Hopefully, Tae could cope with one last dance.

>>>

If the was a hole in the ground right now taehyung would 100 per cent let it swallow him. This last dance was taking a real toll on his already aching belly. The dance had way too many spins and jumps in it and it was making him feel extremely unwell.

As the song starts to come to a close the boy can't withstand the pain anymore and doubles over cradling his abdomen, causing his teammates to look at him in complete shock and worry. "Woah there, are you okay tae?" "My s-stomach hurts"

Hoseok and Jungkook and everyone else except Namjoon had forgotten the main vocalist wasn't feeling the best. Jimin runs over to the boy and hugs him before cooing "My poor Taehyungie" Taehyung hugs his friend back and pulls away shortly after.

"Can we go home now, please?" No one hesitates to say yes as they grab their stuff and leave. The car ride back to the dorm is filled with lots of apologies to Taehyung, which are answered with a simple "It's okay" Or "it's fine".

Taehyung knows how tight the director is so he can't blame Namjoon or anyone else for the fact he couldn't go home early. But that was the least of his concerns at the moment, what he was really worried about was what was wrong with him.

He assumes it's just a stomach bug, he has all the symptoms after all; Nausea stomach cramps, diarrhoea and he was pretty sure he was running a fever. How he managed to catch this bug was unknown but it didn't feel good at all.

>>>

As the car pulls into the driveway the ailing boy lets out a sigh of relief. He was beginning to get carsick before but now that the car had stopped his nausea had calmed down too.

"So how are you feeling now Taehyung-ah," Seokjin asks. "My stomach really hurts hyung and I feel sick." The oldest takes in the information and tries to think of a reasonable diagnosis for his dongsaeng.

He opens his mouth to speak before being cut off by Yoongi, "Maybe you just need to take a fat shit? He says bluntly Everyone looks at the rapper in disbelief there is no way he's just said that.

"I already did earlier, I had the runs" Taehyung says his face turning read with embaressment. Hoseok walks over to the boy and feels his forehead, he clicks his tounge. "I think you've caught a tummy bug Tae"

Taehyung hums and lays down on the sofa before gagging and suddenly bolting up. "I- I'm gonna be sick" he mumbles Jungkook quickly runs and grabs a waste bin for his hyung.

The vocalist grabs it and begins to retch into it bringing up a large amount vomit followed by a thin stream of acid that burns his throat.

The members all mutter sweet muses and kind words to him but they're drowned out by the sound of sick hitting the bin.

Eventually, Tae places the bin on the ground and curls up on himself. The guys exchange nervous glances before Jimin speaks up, "I think you should eat something sweetie" Taehyung groans and shakes his head "I'm not hungry"

"Taehyung I really think you should eat something," Yoongi explains he was starting to get worried. Yoongi was never one to publicly show sensitivity but with the members he always would, especially the maknae line. "Alright hyung.."

>>>

All the members sit around the dining table eating the bulgogi that Jin had just made with the help of Jungkook. Well almost everyone, Taehyung did manage to eat a couple mouthfuls of food but then decided to stop. His stomach hurt way too much.

A small fruit fly flies past jimin causing him to look up in doing so he spots his fellow 95 liner staring blankly at the food in front of him "How come you're not eating?" "I think I've lost my appetite" Tae answers resting his head on the table.

"Aw you poor thing, Namjoon says sweetly, maybe you should go for a nap" The younger boy nods and starts to get up but then he's hit by a sudden wave of nausea just like earlier. He walks swiftly to the sink and begins to bring up the few bits of his dinner.

Nobody moves over to help him, not because they don't toof it's just that they're In too much shock and worry to move.

As he continues to puke Taehyung senses an odd taste in his mouth which makes him feel dizzy. He clamps his hand over his mouth and swallows repetitively before glancing down at small streaks of blood that were in the sink. He had just vomited blood.

Everyone notices the colour drain from Taehyungs face and exchange nervous glances. Jungkook speaks up "Taehyungie hyung, are you okay?" Taehyung just points to the sink he can't bring himself to speak. The youngest walks over and looks cautiously at what he's pointing at before saying "We're gonna need a hospital."

After looking at the vomit Jungkook starts to feel a little sick himself but ignores it and leads Taehyung out to get his shoes on. The others stand up to leave too and as they do take a glance at the messed-up sink. Now they see why they were going.

>>>

After a chaotic ride to the hospital, they made it. As soon as they walk in a nurse is already waiting for them turns out Jungkook had called them in advance while helping tae with his shoes.

Taehyung is immediately checked out and diagnosed with appendicitis which he needs surgery for straight away. The nurse also tells the group that they brought him in at the right time as his appendix was almost at the point of bursting.

Everyone gives the sicky boy a gentle hug before he's brought onto the surgery room. "He'll be alright,seokjin says with a smile, Taehyung's super strong" Namjoon and Hoseok hum in agreement.

>>>

Taehyung opens his eyes and looks around in confusion, why was he in a hospital bed and why did he feel so sore? He tries to sit up but is stopped by someone who gently pushes him back down. They smell like frosting it was Yoongi.

"Woah there buddy, you don't want to rip your stitches." Taehyung looks around at his hyungs and Jungkook were they going mad, he doesn't have stitches. "What?" "You got your appendix out Tae, as Yoongi hyung and Jimin" Hoseok explains.

"So Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are my appendicitis sunbaenims?" Taehyung asks still pretty high on anaesthetic. They all laugh at Tae's cuteness. "Yes Tae Tae, yes we are" Jimin giggles.

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Just wanna say I think this is the longest fic I've ever written. Like girl, idek how many words there are but I hope you all enjoyed this 💜

Edit: wait now I'm looking at it and it don't look that long TwT the struggles real💀

[julianobungus]

Belos, as revenge for his actions, getting unpotty trained

It's a spell of some kind, and one that he doesn't know how to reverse. Something done to his head that just makes him forget how to use the lavatory. Try as he might, he just doesn't know how to work the bathroom, it's all become so confusing... and it's not to long before he helplessly messes himself.

And so, per the rules laid out by his new wards, he's made to wear diapers. It's degrading and humiliating, and he can't help but fume and insult the witches 'helping' him. Still, he secretly concedes how snug it feels to wear, and the former emperor's protests become fewer and fewer...

[misahyochaeng]

TOFU’S PAGE <3

I’m Tofu, your local TWICE fic writer who’s a huge lesbian, recently escaped from Wattpad’s depths (the trenches… eughhh) to bring my shitty energy here! I’m reposting most of my fics because... well, interaction is addictive, and Tumblr feels like the place to vibe. I’m not super active, but seriously, throw your requests at me like confetti. (no, really, I’ll probably catch them in the least graceful way possible).

What you can find here!! ^^

- Mostly TWICE fics. Because TWICE are my ults, and it just feels right, you know? But if you bring me a well-cooked, A+ prompt featuring another girl group, I might just be convinced to write it for you cause that’s how awesome i am.

- Reposts of my old Wattpad fics, now with *extra* typos and the occasional existential crisis in the A/N

- GXG only, because that’s the vibe, folks. Also, men, DNI. Sorry, not sorry, pls stay awayyyy.

Do's for requests:

- TWICE fics! (Did I mention that already? Oopsiessss.)

- GXG fics that are fluffy, angsty, or smut—I’m here for the range, people.🫡

- Prompt lover, mostly Idol x Reader but i’m open to Idol x Idol and Poly x Reader!!!!

- Okay with any smut that hasn’t have anything to do with hard CnC, Body fluids (except spit and the good old white stuff..💦) and the basic taboo’s.

Don'ts for requests:

- No men. Nope. Never. Goodbye.

-Sub!reader mostly, not too used to Dom reader, but i’ll try it out <3

- Non-con, Scat, Watersports, Incest, large age gaps under 18+.

- Please don't ask for smth out of character, like... Nayeon joining a circus or something. (Okay, maybe that could be funny, but you get it.) /j

- That last one was a joke i’m 100% down for anything, USE YOUR IMAGINATION, PEOPLE..

Stick around, request away, I love you all!!!

Fics:

CEO - Jihyo (smut)

Fantasize - Sana (smut)

My Muse - Chaeyoung (Smut)

Professor - Sana (Smut)

Shut up and Drive - Jihyo (Smut)

Insider - Mina (Smut & Angst)

Who’s gonna go for the nerd? - Nayeon (Smut)

Backstage Passes - G!p Mina (Smut)

Dog Sitting - Momo (Fluff)

Deal with the devil - Mimo (Thriller)

Lust - Chaeyoung (Smut)

Under the Influence - Saida (Fluff, Slight suggestive)

Webcam Honey >.< !! - Sana (Smut)

Candy - Poly!Samo (Smut)

Enemies at the altar - Jihyo (Series)

Let me into your heart - Momo (Smut)

“Mami, esto es cosa nuestra” - Momo (Angst)

[ryans-planet]

This is a new blog, if you remember following me before please do so again here.

Tumblr hates trans people :/

Intro

Please read entire post BYF

(Last updated: 9/27/2024 (updated a few things)

Hey! I’m Ryan, new to this stuff and I mostly am here to explore my kinks in a fantasy way, reclaim some part of my sexuality and have somewhere to just dump things I want/like to do!

If ur from my main no you aren’t!!!

if you’re going to follow/follow back please follow this blog! Thank you <3

Slight venting may occur.

Join my NSFW T4T tumblr discord?

Abt me

22

transmasc agender

On T currently, been off and on since 2020. Due to resources.

uhhh let’s say I’m queer with no interest in cis women and folk who ID as lesbian.

Gray-romantic/Aroflux

Huge huge Switch

Audhd/chronic pain

Monogamous

My Love; @nashont-umblr His tag is #yeehaw bc I’m down bad

White

Fat (fatphobia/chasers/feederism r blocked immediately.)

DMs open to mutuals I will also give discord too if you have it!! but I am awkward and bad at replying sometimes 😭!

All posts on this blog are to be assumed mlm and most definitely about my boyfriend.

DO NOT tag my posts as wlw, or sapphic. I am a MAN. wlw are welcome to interact/follow/rb, but my stuff is by me; a man. It makes me uncomfortable for my posts to be tagged with those things.

Silly yap posts under #ryanplanetyaps Pictures under #pics of me

Posts abt the bf under #yeehaw

✨🔻Kinks+🔻✨

Enjoy in purple 💜

Favorites in pink💕

Interested in Orange 🧡(All go for receiving & giving)

Praise

Hairpulling

Biting

Choking

Edging

Overstimulation

Gun/Knife play

Breeding (only T4T/No pregnancy unless pet-play)

Wax play

Pet play

Corruption

Impact play

Force Masc

Somno

COCKWARMING 💕💕💕💕 (receiving especially)

Bondage

Intox

Anal is. Probably a no irl.

Absolute No’s

AgePlay (I’ll block you. I check almost everyone who follows/reblogs me.)

ForceFem

Nipple play (receiving)

Scat

Incest/fauxcest

Feederism

Piss

Heavy degradation

Race play (I’ll block you immediately.)

Misgendering

Heavy CNC and NonCon THIS INCLUDES RAPE PLAY. I’m fine with other cnc listed in my kinks but anything harder/extreme is a major Do FUCKING NOT.

OTHER:

Genitalia

terms to use are as follows; hole/cunt/boycunt dick/cock/tdick, Chest. Don’t use the terms tits/boobs for me (super awesome & cool if you don’t mention chest/nipples at all./srs)

Names/Titles/Compliments

that are absolutely okay are; Sir, Puppy, good boy, pretty boy, slut. Handsome. Apart from pretty boy please do not use more traditionally feminine worded compliments for me.

I have one main sexual trauma trigger, please do NOT use text emojis with /// as blush while talking to me. That’s all thank you!

DNI

Minors/ageless accounts

ED/SH blogs; have had my own issues and am in recovery.

DDLG/similar kinks

TERFS

Racists.

Fatphobes

Detrans kinks/blogs.

If you like Incest shit. I really hate it so bad, even in fantasy.

Zoophiles/p3dos

Zionists/Nazis

Chasers of any kind but especially fat and trans chasers.

Conservatives.

WLW/Sapphic only/Men DNI blogs

[may3505w]

Welcome to my blog

This is an nsfw blog so MDNI!!

seriously, I know it's tempting, but go see a psychologist if you're below 18 and looking at those stuff.

My name is May, I'm 18, 5'2 (158cm), 128lbs (58kg) with brown hair that reaches my shoulders and hazel coloured eyes. I'm a little bit nerdy and I like to post my fantasies here, answer asks, post nudes, and sometimes DM people as well.

Disclaimer:

None of my games ever expire unless I specifically say so

This is my switch blog.

To my Dom blog: itsmommyforyou

To my Snapchat: may3505w

On the subject of DMS.

My DMs are closed. If you want to DM me, send me a regular ask talking to me and telling me your fantasies (make it clear you're interested in talking to me even if it's anonymous) and if I'll like you, I'll DM you myself. An incredible example for something I liked is this. If you did that and I told you I liked you, only then you can write me on my sfw blog. If you don't want your fantasy to be posted, you can submit a post (and a d pic if you want) and again, I'll reply if I like you. You can also send me a voice note on Snapchat, I only answer voice notes. If you send me "hi", "wyd", "how are you", ect, you'll be blocked.

You also must be:

• over 17 and under 30

• interesting, example

• respectful, if I say no, it's a no, and ffs read my limits before messaging me, if you mention something I wrote I don't like, you'll be blocked.

• you must read my intro post.

I like talking to people that are intelligent and have an interesting personality beyond sex, so if you think you don't have that just don't bother. With that, give it a chance. A lot of times I tend to like people that didn't think I'd like them, and I don't wanna miss out on meeting someone I like bc you're insecure.

Sexual leaning: switch

Sexuality: bisexual (for more)

Gender: couldn't care less, probably agender (explanation)

Pronouns: couldn't care less, go wild

My kinks:

(in order of how much I like them)

As a sub:

Dumbification

Soft dom

Breeding

Attention (I like attention and I like when people want my attention)

Rough sex with sweet words

Voice kink

Soft cnc

Exhibition/public sex

Praise

Incest (bro/sis)

Size kink

Receiving oral

Misogyny

Begging (when my dom begs)

Blackmail

CNC

Piss kink/human toilet but only when it's inside my vagina

Free use

Incest (dad/kid, uncle/kid, grandpa/kid)

Body worshipping

Body worshipping

Somno

Kidnapping

Humiliation

Misgendering (me. Calling me a girl and telling me everyone will only see me as a breeding hole, a dumb girl with a womb for cum)

Dacryphilia (me crying)

Intox

Light bondage

🐶🐴

Non-consensual anal (explanation)

As a Dom:

Overstimulation

Begging (when my sub begs)

Slight sadism

Dumbification

Dacryphilia

Edging

Humiliation

Praise

Pegging/anal play

CFNM (clothed female naked male)

Spanking

Light bondage

Somno

Brat taming

CNC

Switch (domming someone that just dommed me)

Ownership

Choking

Sounding

Hair pulling

Incest (big sis/lil bro)

My limits:

Diapers

Scat

Pain/masochism

Necrophilia

Blood/knife play

Harsh physical violence

Feet

Piss kink when it's anywhere but in my vagina

Pet play

Consensual anal (explanation)

Pregnancy

Giving oral unless it's when I dom or in a gangbang situation or smt I clearly stated I'm interested in

Needles

Hardcore bondage

Choking (me, not my sub)

Cheating

Cuckquean

Hair pulling (my hair, not my subs)

Misgendering (my sub)

Feminization (to my sub)

Ps. I have absolutely no sexual experience of any kind, I'm a virgin. I'm still hot though I promise I'm just very introverted.

That's me btw<3

[aizawas-dryeye]

🍉!!please read if ur curious about more ways to help those in gaza!!🍉

im taking inspiration from mutuals and those i follow to participate in @ficsforgaza please go follow them and read more about their organization and PLEASE spread it

ill be doing the wip sponsorship AND taking requests, all u have to do is send me a screenshot proving u donated to any fundraiser supporting the palestinian people (not directly to me) and make sure to let me know which wip to add to, or whatever request u may have

for every US dollar, ill write 100(ish) words, and cap it off at 1000-2000 words

theres WAY more information on ficsforgaza’s blog so please please follow them to stay up to date on gaza

WIPS

(** = NSFW ^^ = DARK CONTENT)

honey don’t feed me i will come back (astarion)**

tags: smut, reader has a vagina but no pronouns, dom!astarion, blood drinking, biting, penetrative sex, dirty talk, name calling (dear, darling, love, pet, sweet)

summary: astarion invites (begs) you to come to his tent for a little fun

untitled (astarion)**

tags: ascended!astarion, mean!astarion, yandere!astarion, gn!reader, vampire!reader, biting, blood drinking, ANGST BITCH LIKE WOW, unrequited love, smut, name calling (love, whelp, darling, bitch), degradation

summary: your fate is simple: to be utterly possessed, controlled, and used by your reborn lover

eden (halsin)**

tags: gn!reader, mating season, abo adjacent, ruts, knotting, vague description of genitals, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, so much cum, size difference, halsin big, possessiveness, breeding

summary: losing your virginity to halsin

break me, bite me (toji fushiguro)^^

tags: DEAD DOVE, reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, noncon/rape, knotting, lowkey hunting, blood, bunny!reader, wolf!toji, he hits u like once, size kink, dirty talk

summary: being lost in the woods is dangerous business, especially for such a tiny bunny. let the hunt begin

nursing on a poison (leon kennedy)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, vendetta!leon, erectile dysfunction, lowkey mediocre sex, riding, masturbation (p and v), pls he is so annoying and awful, toxic!leon, he thinks about smacking you, hair pulling, sadism, alcoholism

summary: whiskey dick is a real thing and leon is proof, annoyingly so

mirror mirror (shouta aizawa)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns mentioned, fingering, dirty talk, mirrors, pet names (baby, honey) teasing, no sex

summary: you made the mistake of insulting yourself in front of your boyfriend

lipstick lullaby (gojo satoru)**

tags: f!reader, sub!gojo, sleepy sex, slight somnophilia but not really, desperate bby gojo, "just the tip", unprotected sex, pet names (baby, babe, good girl), m mommy kink

summary: gojo is spoiled beyond words, but you’re to blame. you just can’t say no to your baby

glint (leon kennedy)^^

tags: DEAD DOVE, noncon/rape, mentions of child abuse, good ol catholic guilt (i was raised baptist so please be patient lmao), he covers ur head with a pillow, crying

summary: pt 2 of shiny

stuck on a little hot mess (nanami kento)**

tags: reader has a vagina but no pronouns, drinking, cheating, nanami is married with kids lmao, could be considered dubcon bc hes ur boss and also alcohol, age gap, blowjob, he calls u kid, GUILT, reader is a bitch, he fucks u in the guest bedroom

summary: nanami swears you were sent by the devil himself

REQUESTS

i dont have many rules for requesting fics but my hard no’s are:

• scat

• feeding

• pregnancy (does not include breeding)

• minor aged characters

• graphic gore/death

i also write for several fandoms such as:

• resident evil (pretty much only leon oof)

• jujutsu kaisen

• baldurs gate 3

• haikyuu

• my hero academia

• attack on titan

• marvel

• supernatural

• the umbrella academy

again please go to @ficsforgaza to learn more and consider donating if u can and ill write pretty much whatever u want! it doesnt just have to be x reader either, i also do ships! (excluding leon)

thank u so much for reading all this

🍉!!FREE PALESTINE!!🍉

[pumpkingas]

Omgg someone mentioned somebody wearing a gas mask and farting??? And I remembered this imagine I started writing and hhnnngnghh uhh female reader, male fart-er, he's a plumber oc but no scat 👍

Imagine you've got a problem with your sink, you call the landlord and they give you the number for their recommended plumber. It seems suspiciously cheap but hey what's the worst that could happen, you expect the plumber to come in a few days however you get a notification that he'll be there in a few hours. You quickly tidy up and get dressed and as soon as you're done he knocks on the door, you say hi and try some small talk but he just shows you a paper about what you called for, and when you nod he pushes past you towards the kitchen. 

When you turn around you notice the tube in his gas mask wraps around his body, and stops at a hole sewn in his pants on the right side of his ass. His quite large ass that stretches his coveralls tight. He stands at the sink, turning it on and off as well as leaning forward like he's listening for something. He turns the water off and squats down, at this he farts, a couple of noisy little bubbly ones, you blush a little expecting an apology or some sort of unease but he just takes a deep breath and sighs audibly. He clenches his cheeks and reaches under your sink, moving some cleaning products and paper towels out of the way.

"Sorry I thought you'd take longer…" you mumble, he grunts in response and carefully sits some of your larger containers on the floor beside him. In this position his coveralls look even tighter against his plump ass, as he leans back and forth his cheeks jiggle from the slight freedom before they're confined once more. He's fooling around with some pipe, seeming to be removing it. And his chubby but firm abdomen stretches as he twists his torso, his coveralls wrinkling in a new way. A slow low hiss is heard and at first you assume it's your sink, but it quickly grows in volume and bass, sliding silently through his cheeks before emerging loudly with a pop, it sounds greasy and makes you wonder if he wears undergarments beneath his uniform. He sits still for a moment, stopping his work to take a long deep breath, his large body shakes in pleasure and you begin to feel embarrassed. He seems completely confident in his behavior, even though you know how odd it is you can't bring yourself to stop him. 

"You don't have to watch." He states flatly, his voice is monotone though it doesn't sound rough in the slightest, you think for a moment he could be embarrassed but that quickly fades when he passes gas once more. It seems like just a simple statement, not a request or a question, and you really don't want to walk away. Not because you fear he'd rob you or try to hurt you, but simply because you cannot look away. His demeanor is strange, his actions stranger and his clothing strangest! Nothing's going to make you move from this spot until your sink is fixed. He seems perfectly content with your silence, working quietly, patiently like a complete professional. You can't really see what he's doing with his hands, but you can see how his butt clenches and his hips twist when he feels himself about to emit more hot gas, his stomach squeezing together making his farts even louder than they need to be. 

It seems that he likes the sensation of his burning hot gas against his crotch, and his low whimpers confirm that. He'll arch his back, hiss out a long sbd and tense his thighs, moaning and making small sounds throughout the whole thing. You can't help but squirm, it's gross! Completely and utterly gross yet there's something so erotic about all this. He's a stranger, humping your sick as he huffs his own farts. A full blown pervert, though by the way you lean against your counter; getting comfortable as you watch, maybe you're no different.

“It's really wet….” He states, voice muffled by his mask. You jump and uncross your legs. 

“What is?” You ask hurriedly. He arches his back like a cat and lets out a deep rumbler. His sigh afterwards is orgasmic.

“These boards right here,” He waves you closer and you slowly unglue yourself from the counter, sliding towards him and taking short breaths. Once you're beside him there's a putrid though faint scent, it seems that tube contraption connected to his mask is quite foolproof. He points to the bottom of your cabinet and you nod. 

“Might need to replace that…” He sighs, splaying his hand across the torso of his coveralls and pushing out a bubbly fart. “Or else, it might…” He takes a deep breath, more focused on huffing his gas than talking to you. “Start to mold.” He stands up and you note the way he towers over you. You back up and return to your space against the counter. 

“Was just a small blockage, try to make use of your garbage disposal more often.” He explains, handing you a bill for his services. You show him to the door and check how much damage your wallet is gonna take, but it seems like an hour of his time only costs as much as a bag of grapes. So maybe you'll excuse his behavior, and definitely not because you liked it.

[daisynik7]

After Last Night

Part 2 of Dirty Thirty

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: Kishibe’s POV, 2nd person POV, switching POVs, public bathroom sex, slight spit play, masturbation in the car, cum-eating, vaginal sex (cowgirl, doggy), cunnilingus, pet names (baby, princess, beautiful, one use of the word ‘slut’), mention of scat fetish (as a joke, I swear)

Summary: After one night, the world’s best Devil Hunter can’t get a certain princess out of his mind. 

Notes: This man has me in an iron grip. Almost tempted to write a part 3 because I cannot get over him. Chapter title inspired by “After Last Night” by Silk Sonic because these lyrics match perfectly. Please read Part 1 if you haven’t already! Likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated. I hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

Part 1 - Dirty Thirty | ao3 | Part 3 - Primetime

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Kishibe has been in the devil hunting business for more than half his life, no sign of stopping anytime soon. He shamelessly admits that he has a few loose screws rolling in his brain. It’s necessary to be a little crazy in this profession. Considering he’s made it alive this long, he’s certifiably insane. 

This is further solidified by the fact that he is currently at the same shitty bar from last night, sitting at the exact booth while sipping on a whiskey, glancing at the front door every few minutes. Examining each patron who enters, consistently disappointed that none of them is who he’s looking for. He tells himself that he’s desperate for a drink, not for her, but who is he trying to fool? She left his apartment not even 24 hours ago and he’s already missing her, eager to reunite, despite his warnings of not getting attached. He must be out of his goddamn mind to be doing this. 

The thing is: he can’t get her out of his head. The instant she walks out of his apartment, he regrets not asking for her number. Desperate for any fragment of her, he keeps the dress shirt she wore in a separate pile from his other clothes, making sure to get a couple good whiffs before setting it down. Her scent is familiar to him, reminds him of passion, warmth, and desire. 

The idea of never seeing her again doesn’t sit well with him, which is why he’s here after work, hoping to run into her as if it were by chance they reunite. In reality, he’s doing everything he can to manifest it, including revisiting an establishment he typically would never set foot in. It’s a running joke he’s playing on himself. Being bat-shit crazy makes him do silly things as a form of entertainment. It’s hilarious how he’s here at this bar tonight. And then the next night. And then the following nights after. It’s fucking comical, until it isn’t. 

A week and a half into this, he realizes he’s in too deep. He lies in bed, spent from masturbating to the few memories he has of her, dress shirt with her faded scent pressed against his nose. He’s been to that goddamn bar every night, no luck. He’s losing hope, almost tempted to work his magic on the college girls shaking their asses on the dancefloor. For someone like Kishibe, it’s relatively easy to find a woman to fuck. A random someone to satisfy his surprisingly high libido. No strings attached, as it should be.

But he doesn’t want a stranger. He wants her.

He’s totally lost his mind, he’s sure of it. 

A few days later, two weeks since he last saw her, the universe finally works in his favor. 

He’s particularly exhausted tonight, having spent most of the day driving through the city, training the new recruits, and fighting off some devils. He’s convinced that tonight will be another disappointment. However, there’s an imaginary angel on his shoulder urging him to stay. That there’s a chance that tonight will be different.

To his delight, it is. 

She stands at the bar, waiting for her vodka cranberry. Kishibe, who spots her from his booth, smiles to himself. He walks to her, guided by this gravitational pull they have on each other, everyone else fading in the background. 

“Hey there, princess.”

At the sound of his voice, she turns to him, eyes twinkling bright. “Kishibe,” she greets, flashing a luminous smile. There’s an unusual swell in his chest, a flutter in his abdomen. What power does this woman have on the world’s best Devil Hunter? He’s almost convinced she’s a devil herself. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” he offers, moving closer to her so she can hear him over the loud chatter and music. 

She shrugs, still grinning. “I don’t really let strangers buy me drinks.”

He raises a brow at her. “Is that what I am to you? A stranger?”

“I’m not sure what to call you. I’m trying not to get attached. Those are the rules, right?” There’s no malice in her tone. In fact, it feels flirtatious. 

He shifts closer to her, his coat brushing the hem of her skirt, head bowed beside her ear. “It’s okay to break some rules every once in a while, don’t you agree?”

She tips her chin up, gaze meeting his. “Only if we have a really good reason to. Otherwise, I’m a good girl who follows everything she’s told.” She wraps her lips around the straw, sucking the cocktail into her mouth, throat bobbing with each swallow.

Fuck. He stiffens beneath his pants, erection growing more evident just being in her presence. There’s no point in lying to her about his intentions. He’s too grown and too horny to play these games. “I’ve been here every night the past two weeks, hoping to run into you again. What does that say about me?”

Smirking, she answers, “It means that you broke your own rules. You’re in big trouble.” 

His cock twitches, imagining the lewd discipline she’s capable of dealing him. Swallowing hard, he murmurs, “I’ve been bad. Very, very bad.”

Reaching for his tie, she pulls him gently towards her. “I guess it’s my responsibility now to give you your punishment.” 

He grins, remembering the familiar words he said to her during their first conversation together. “You’re a clever one. I might just keep you.” 

“Who says I’m yours to keep?” she teases, tugging at his tie harder this time. His body drifts forward, their faces centimeters apart. He’d take her right here if it weren’t for the whole public indecency law.   

“You’re my pretty plaything, remember?” he says, lips grazing her ear. His hand slides to her waist, thumb slipping under the elastic band of her skirt. He wonders if she wore this especially for him. If she came here thinking about him the same way he did for her.

She shakes her head, breath warm on his cheek, tingling his scar. “Nope. You’re my plaything tonight, Kishibe.” 

Suddenly, she’s leading him to the bathroom, pinkies hooked together, maneuvering past the crowd. Even with this slightest bit of contact, excitement courses through his veins, electrifying every inch of his body. 

They cram into the farthest and biggest stall in the woman’s bathroom, her back against the door as he kisses her. He grips her firmly, grinding his bulge against her, desperate for any type of friction. He breaks away to focus on her neck, sucking at the sensitive spot right below her chin. She lets out a small whimper, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. 

“Use me as your fuck toy, princess. My cock is all yours. All yours,” he whispers, as she continues to work his pants off. Once the belt is loose, she unbuttons and unzips, causing his slacks to pool around his ankles, exposing the boner poking through his briefs. 

“This cock is all mine, huh? You wanted to see me tonight,” she huffs, slipping beneath his underwear, stroking him gently. There’s precum leaking from the tip, aroused since the moment he saw her. 

“I wanted to see you every night since I met you,” he confesses, rocking his hips slightly into her fist. 

“You’re addicted to this pussy, aren’t you?” She uses her free hand to shove his boxers down his legs. He lifts his feet to kick his clothes to the side, now completely naked below the waist. He feels like a fucking pervert, a man half nude in a stall of a public restroom. But he doesn’t care. All he can think about is fucking her. Hearing his name echo off the tile walls as he pounds her wet cunt with his hard cock. Flooding that gorgeous pussy full of his hot load. 

“I’m fucking obsessed with you. Haven’t been able to make it one night without thinking about you and this perfect pussy.” 

“What are you waiting for then? Take my skirt off,” she demands, rubbing her thumb on the slit of his dick, covering the head with his precum. “Fuck me. Make me come on this fat cock.” 

A guttural moan escapes him as he follows her command, stripping her bare from the waist down. She guides him to her arousal, grinding against him. He rubs small circles onto her clit until she whines, her own slick leaking from her entrance. She strokes his cock faster, using the other hand to caress his balls. He curses under his breath, knees buckling from the glorious sensation. “Fuck. You’ll make me come if you keep doing that.”  

“We can’t have that, can we?” A string of saliva drips out of her mouth and lands on his cock, spreading it with her fingers. She repeats this, lubricating his dick with her spit. 

“Fuck,” he reiterates, watching her in awe, about ready to burst. 

Facing the stall door, her palms pressed to the surface, she sticks her ass towards him. “Fuck me, Kishibe. Fuck me hard. Rail me.”

He almost nuts from the pure filth coming out her slutty mouth. Gripping her chin with his fingertips, he turns her to him to give her a sloppy kiss, gliding his cock into the groove of her ass. “Come all over my cock, princess. Want it dripping off when we’re done.” He spreads her cheeks, sliding the tip in slowly, sucking in a breath when she squeezes him tight.

Once his entire length is inside her, he begins to thrust, listening to the wet squelches of skin-to-skin contact. It’s not a normal desire anymore; he fucking needs this. It too fucking good to live without it. 

“Kishibe, oh my god,” she moans, throwing her ass back to him. His nails dig into the flesh of her hips, holding her securely in place to fuck her deeper and deeper until she’s whining with pleasure. The reverb of the music blaring from the dancefloor drowns the erotic harmony of their love making. It doesn’t matter if people can hear them fucking from outside, or if anyone walks in on them. Right now, it’s just the two of them, molded together seamlessly in a moment of passion. 

“Use this cock, baby. Fuck yourself with this cock until you cream all over it,” he growls, reaching around to massage her slippery clit. He salivates, craving for a taste later in the night when he takes her home with him. There’s no fucking way he’s letting her go again. 

“Ah, Kishibe. Baby. I’m…” she trails off, lost on her way to her climax.

“Do it. Come for me. Come for me, baby.”

Her pussy clenches him, gushing all over his cock. Seconds later, he orgasms inside her, eyes shut tight and body trembling from exhilaration. His chest quivers from the erratic thumping of his heart. 

“Ah, feels so fucking good when you fill me up,” she says, standing straight, face towards him to meet his lips. 

“You’re a bad influence on me,” he mutters, tongue swirling around hers, his fingers still caressing her clit gently. He can’t get enough of her. Every opportunity he gets, he needs to feel her.

She chuckles softly. “You started this.”

He pulls out, cum dripping down her inner thighs. He wipes the mess from her legs using toilet paper. When he reaches her pussy, she stops him. “Don’t. I want it inside me the rest of the night.”

Fucking hell. She’s going to be the death of him.

“I’m taking you home right now and I’m going to fuck more of my cum inside you,” he whispers, scattering kisses along her neck, thumb massaging her swollen bud. He seriously can’t get enough. 

She giggles, planting a smooch on his cheek. “Let’s go, then.” 

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As if sex in a public restroom wasn’t enough of a wild card, you find yourself in another predicament inside Kishibe’s car, as he drives carefully through the streets of the city. 

Initially, you thought that fucking at the bar was a good way to get it out of your system. Enough to make it the rest of the ride to his house, where the two of you would ravage each other in the privacy of his apartment.

Being in the car with him, hot and heavy, surrounded by sexual tension, is bound to lead to salacious activity. You can’t help it; when you’re with him, all your inhibitions are let loose. He makes you wild with lust, shamelessly slutty for any part of him. From his languid gaze to his tender touch, every aspect of him sets you ablaze. 

The ride starts off tame, the usual witty banter exchanged between the two of you. He steers with one hand on the wheel. The other rests on the gear shift, grasping it with his fingers. Even the way he drives is sexy. 

“Have you missed me?” he asks, glancing at you quickly before setting his attention back to the road.

“I have. Maybe a little too much.” You let out a small laugh, thumbs twiddling on your lap, embarrassed to admit it.

“Tell me. Tell me how much you missed me.”

It’s an invitation to confess the dirty thoughts you’ve been having of him these past two weeks. For him to know that you feel the same for him as he does for you. After all, he exposed himself earlier, admitting his obsession for you. You owe it to him to be honest, too.

“I’ve thought about you every day since. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind no matter what I did.”

“And what did you do?”

“I kept myself distracted. Went out with friends, worked long hours.” You pause, uncertain if you should share this extra detail, but you decide to anyways. “Touched myself.” 

You avoid looking at him, staring at your lap. From the corner of your eye, you see him smirk. “Show me.” 

“What?”

“Show me how you touch yourself.” He keeps his eyes in front of him, wrist flexing, grip tightening on the wheel. His pinky finger stretches out from the shift to graze the exposed skin right below the hem of your skirt.

You swallow hard, nervous to be put on the spot like this. It’s not as if this is any more risqué than what you’ve done before. The two of you just fucked in public, but for some reason, this request catches you off guard. 

He senses your hesitation, prompting him to say, “I’m sorry. Forget what I said. We’re almost home, let’s just – ”

“I’ll do it,” you interrupt him. Still avoiding him, you lift your hips and reach between your legs, sliding your panties off. A minute later, your thighs are spread wide, skirt hiked above your waist, toying with your clit, sticky with his creampie from earlier. You don’t hold back your moans, windows fogging up from your hot breath, whimpering his name. 

“Fuck,” he swears. “Fuck.” Both hands are clenched on the wheel now, knuckles pale from his tight grip, resisting every urge to pull over and fuck you once more. “Get it real fucking wet for me,” he groans. “Going to bury my face in it as soon as we’re home, dive in and fucking drown in it. ”

You reach your shiny fingers out to him, eyes hazy with lust. “Taste it, Kishibe.”

He grins, grabbing you by the wrist and sticking it in his mouth, sucking hard to swallow your cum clean off. You yank your hand out with loud pop, sliding your fingers in your arousal again. 

“More,” he demands, eyes darting towards your sopping cunt hungrily. “Give me more.”

You feed him your sticky mess, him delighting in your essence like a person savoring a treat. It’s depraved. Wicked. Straight up nasty. But the two of you indulge in it shamelessly, pushing boundaries further and further to see how far you can go. Unknown territory, exploring each other’s deepest desires without judgement. 

It's a match made in heaven. Or in this case, probably hell.

He pulls into his designated spot outside the familiar apartment complex, car in park, seatbelt removed hastily, finally able to face you. His lips collide onto yours in a sloppy kiss, full of tongue, spit, and staggered breaths. You hear the click of your seatbelt being disengaged, then feel him between your thighs, massaging your swollen bud with his thumb. 

“Kishibe, please,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes from the stimulation. You’ve never felt this aroused before, this needy. “Please, baby. I want you.”

“You have me, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere.”

Moments later, you’re both naked on the bed, you at the edge, your legs splayed, him holding your knees, keeping you exposed. Kneeling on the carpet, he takes his time running his tongue all over your pussy, not wasting a single drop of your glossy cum.

“You want my cock?” he muffles through his slobber. He slips his middle and ring finger into your entrance, curling into your sweet spot. “Or you want to come on my fingers first like a slut?”

Moaning, you nod your head, incapable of verbalizing an answer. He chuckles against your skin, thrusting faster into your cunt, squeezing your bud between his lips. Keen on making you squirm and writhe in pleasure. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve orgasmed tonight, mind blissfully fuzzy, body pleasantly spent. Still, your sex drive is at full speed, not slowing down for a second to be intimate with him. Despite all that’s been said and done tonight, his warning from two weeks ago replays in your mind. A young woman like yourself shouldn’t get attached to me. My life is expendable.

Is he going to let you walk away again tomorrow morning? 

Once you orgasm, he scoots up the bed, you beckoning him to lay next to you. You cuddle, swapping chaste kisses, enjoying each other’s warmth. Soon after, he rolls you on top of him, delivering a playful squeeze on your ass cheek. “Can you fuck me now, princess? Let me be your plaything this time.”

His willingness to submit to you is surprising and fucking sexy. You give him a wet smooch, tracing his scar with your smile. “Think you deserve it?”

“I’ve been tormented enough tonight, so yes.”

“Then beg for it.”

His chest vibrates from a disapproving hum. “You’re mean when you’re on top.”

“You know you like it,” you respond, a devilish smirk on your face. “Beg for it, Kishibe.”

He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat in anticipation. “Please,” he murmurs, barely audible.

“Is that all you got? You’ve got to do better than that.” You tease him, rubbing your sleek folds along his shaft. 

Through gritted teeth, he draws a breath, sensitive from the contact. “Please, baby. I’m so fucking hard for you. My cock is aching. I want to fucking nut inside your pussy. Please.”  

Giggling, you suck on his bottom lip, positioning his tip at your entrance, sinking slowly. He grunts when he’s all the way in, head thrown back on the pillow in relief. “You’re a goddamn dream, you know that?”

There he goes again, his precious words releasing butterflies in your stomach, the fluttering fueling your desires. Nuzzling your nose to his, you whisper, “You shouldn’t say things like that so casually.” You rock your hips onto his lap, the tip of his dick stimulating your G-spot deliciously with each leisure thrust. 

One hand slides up your body, cupping your face. “Why not? You don’t like it?”

“I do. That’s the problem.” You lean into his hold, rubbing your cheeks on his calloused palm. Despite the roughness of his skin, his touch is tender, the brush of his thumb delicate along the outline of your lips. He studies you with intense focus, as if he’s using this moment to memorize the image of you. Like it’ll be snatched in a flash. It makes you anxious. Will he echo the same warning as last time? Is this a ruse to get you into bed once more before truly ending it for good? There’s still that lingering doubt in your head.

He readjusts his position, planting his feet on the bed, legs bent at the knee. His arms wrap you in a secure embrace, voice low in your ear. “I’m a man of my word, remember? I mean everything I say.” He keeps you steady, halting your movements to take over himself, fucking you slow and deep. It’s careful. Intimate. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he continues, cradling you snug against his chest. “You’re safe with me.”

With his commitment uttered in your ear, his strong body enveloping you in reassurance and stability, your doubts fade. In this moment, no matter how fleeting it may be, you trust Kishibe. You’re safe with him. You don’t want this to end.

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There’s no urgency tonight. The two of them move together gracefully, pausing every so often to share a passionate kiss, lace their fingers, or gaze into each other’s eyes. Kishibe chants her name melodically, guiding her hips in rhythm with his measured ruts. He never loses sight of her, watching every reaction, from the smooth moans rolling off her tongue to the subtle tears glistening in her eyes, immersed in the pleasure. He makes love to her cautiously, no longer hasty for a quick release, instead yearning to remain like this until the universe dictates their parting, which he wishes is never.

After the mistake of getting attached in his past, he vowed to be alone for the remainder of his life. He had no issues with this fate. Drifting from bar to bar, woman to woman, devil to devil, he was absolutely fine with it. In fact, he enjoyed it. There were no commitments, no pressure, and most importantly, no heartbreak. As cuckoo and fucked up in the head this business has made him, he unfortunately still has a heart. And a vulnerable one at that. 

That’s the true bane of a Devil Hunter: Love. It’s a distraction, it ruins lives. It takes a crazy Devil Hunter and turns them into a crazy, vengeful Devil Hunter, which is almost always worst. He’s learned to avoid it at all costs. Any inkling of personal joy he felt, he suppressed by drinking booze and reminding himself of his colleagues’ dead bodies he privately mourned month after month, year after year. Love is not worth the collateral damage it’s burdened with. It’s too much to bear on top of everything else. 

This is the first time in years that Kishibe strays from the beliefs that he indoctrinated in himself so ardently. All because of this woman who popped into his life out of nowhere, a princess set on winning his heart. He almost thinks it’s a prank, or an elaborate plot to kill him. But no. Being in this industry for so long has sharpened his radar. She isn’t an enemy or a fiend; she’s human, down to the core. And whatever it is that’s brewing between them is authentic, sincere. It’s real.

He’s become so unfamiliar with the sensation that with this tiny spark, he feels the scorching burn of it kindling the cold barrier he’s surrounded by. The heat is tantalizing enough to let his guard down, too alluring to ignore. It’s a deviation from the mundane routine he’s followed through the years, but maybe he owes it to himself to explore it, for curiosity’s sake. 

The orgasm that has been building since his release earlier is imminent as he picks up the pace. She’s climaxes twice in this position, her slick smeared on his pelvis, moans reduced to quiet whines, body pliant in his arms. “Are you okay? I can stop if you want me to.”

She lets out a weak laugh. “I’m more than okay. And you better not stop.” With the strength she can muster, she takes control again, thrusting her ass back onto his cock. “You said you’d fuck more of your cum inside me. You’re a man of your word, remember?”

He is constantly in awe of her. Dazzled, captivated, completely smitten. “Fuck, you’re amazing. Keep fucking me, baby. Just like that, don’t stop. Make a fucking mess.”

She kisses him, licking and nipping at his lips while she continues to milk his cock for all he’s worth, eager to fulfill that promise. Seconds later, he orgasms, the high so intense, he loses himself for a moment. A bright light blinds him, convincing him for a split second that he has ascended into heaven. Death by sex, not a bad way to go. He much prefers this than being killed by a devil. Back to reality, he’s relieved to be in her arms, still in his own personal paradise. 

There’s a flow of cum sticky between them as they lay with each other, steadying their breaths. When she attempts to get up to grab the wipes in the bedside drawer, he stops her, binding her close into a hug. “Not yet. Let’s stay like this for a bit.” He presses his lips to her temple, eyes shut, body sinking into the mattress while hers sinks into his. 

Giggling, she responds, “I didn’t expect you to be the lovey-dovey type. I like it.”

“Oh, so now you like me?” he teases, twirling a loose strand of her hair around his finger. “Didn’t you tell me last time that you didn’t?”

“That was then. This is now,” she replies, chin resting on her knuckles, palms laid flat on his chest. Peering at him with innocent eyes that put a flutter below his abdomen. “You’re a hypocrite too, y’know.”

Smirking, he plays along. “Am I?”

“Yeah, you told me we can’t do this again, yet here we are.”

“You’re right, I did say that.”

“So, you’re full of shit.”

Chuckling, he responds, “I am. I’m a man of his word who’s also full of shit. Ironic, isn’t it?”

She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she turns to avoid his gaze, staring at the vanity on one side of the bedroom. After a minute of silence, she finally speaks. “How do I know that what you’re saying is true, then?” This time, she’s not pretending. She’s setting up her defenses, protecting herself. Guarding her heart. 

He strokes the nape of her neck delicately, surprised by the goosebumps prickling her bare skin. “You don’t have to believe me right away; I don’t expect you to. But I meant everything I said tonight. I have no intentions of hurting you.”

“You’re not going to make me do the walk of shame again in the morning?” 

“No. And I’m sorry I made you do that in the first place.”

Again, she doesn’t respond immediately, still looking at the vanity. Suddenly, she stretches her arm out, pointing at a distinct corner of the frame. Her voice is softer, less cautious. “You kept that?”

He looks to what she’s referring to: the infamous Dirty 30! sash and sparkly tiara hanging on the corner of the vanity, adding a splash of décor to his otherwise bleak bedroom. Clearing his throat nervously, he answers, “Yeah, I did.”  

Excited she lifts her head to face him, beaming. “Kishibe.”

“What…?” It’s his turn to avoid her, moving his head to the other side, blushing.

“Kishibe.” She cups his cheeks, hot with embarrassment, forcing his gaze towards her. “Baby.” She scoots up so that her lips are centimeters from his, smirking as she nuzzles his face. “The last time I was here, there was nothing in your room besides work stuff. But you kept my little sash and crown.” With a smooch, she continues to smile at him. “It’s really sweet. You’re really sweet, Kishibe.”

“It’s not often that I’m called that.”

“Well, you are.” With another quick peck on the lips, she warns, “You better not break my heart.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He slides his hand over hers, still curved around his cheek, nestling into her touch, absolutely certain in this commitment to her. 

“I mean it.”

“I know you do, princess,” he says, hugging her tight. “I do, too.”

“If you do, I’m going to tell everyone you have a micro-penis. And a scat fetish.”

He chuckles, his lips grazing her forehead. “That’s fair. Although, I give you permission to do something even worse if that ever happens.”

“I hope it never has to come to that.”

“Me too.”

He won’t pretend that he’s not scared shitless. There’s that lingering fear that what he’s doing is a big mistake, that it will ruin everything he’s built for himself. As an extremely calculated, methodical Devil Hunter, he has to have this mentality to stay alive. But Kishibe, the man outside of the Devil Hunter, has always been spontaneous. Itching for adrenaline every chance he can get, the one that gets his heart pounding, his blood pumping, his cock twitching. He finds that in her. 

Every day, he’s surrounded by death and suffering. Being with her reminds him of a world outside of that, full of life and pleasure. It’s refreshing how effortlessly they exchange quips, their conversations flowing smoothly. He likes that she hasn’t made any jokes about their age gap or about how much older he is than her. It makes him feel like they’re on the same wavelength, which he appreciates more than he can explain. There’s an aura about her that draws him in, inescapable and spellbinding, impossible to ignore. 

All this time, he thought he’d only live long enough to die in the face of a devil. Now, it’s as if sunlight shines through the clouds, casting a new, hopeful outlook. Maybe he won’t be killed. Maybe he can live a normal life after all. And maybe she’s the one who can help him achieve it. 

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End Notes: What do we think? Part 3? 😜

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Heyy, I'm ghostdrool

Finally decided to post after what, a year or so.? Honestly didn't think I was going to post on this platform when I joined Tumblr but here we are🙌

Anyway a little bit about me:

I'm the very ripe age of 19, but I'll be 20 in July 🎊

Mainly on here for Tummy content, SFW preferred on this blog.

I can do art but it'll be rare because I'm not too sure about my skills, and I have like, no time to draw because of work and classes. That also adds onto how often I post because I have no time to do anything I swear, but I'll try to at least post once a month lmao.

It's mentioned in my bio that I am indeed taken by a lovely autistic so please stop DMing me and proceeding to ask for my snap, I'm so tired of it. On the other hand I'm very open to having new friends here, so please don't be shy if you wanna be buddies 🫶

What you'll see here:

Stuff I do/allow:

• Stuffing

• Starvation

• Stomach Noises

• Soft Vore

• Hard Vore (not preferred)

• G/T Vore

• Same Size Vore (not preferred)

• Burps

• Tummy Rubs

• Sick/Queasy Tummies

• Slight Weight Gain

• Mpreg (not preferred)

• Mouth Play

• Food Play

• BDSM

• LGBTQ+

• Monsters

• Masks

• Soft Torture

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Stuff I do NOT do/allow:

• Zoophilia

• Pedophilia

• Anal/Cock Vore

• Extreme Weight Gain

• Giant Inflation

• 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 flatulence stuff

• irl vomit stuff

• Scat

• Eating Disorders

• Birthing

• Gore

• Feet

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A few more things..

I'm very fond of faceless or masked characters, so most of my content will consist of many masked/faceless characters and Oc's. So be prepared for that lol.

Also, I'm a straight female, meaning a lot of my content will be mostly male's. Although if asked I will do some things with females or other genders if asked. 💜 Speaking of that, I do really enjoy Male on Male things, so I'm open to that stuff as well🫶

I am not much of a fan of Furry content, not that I have anything against them at all, they're really cool people and their art is adorable, but I don't really enjoy furry art/posts when it comes to belly kinks. It's just not my thing, but no harm toward that amazing community ♡♡

I'm a SFW content creator, I tend to enjoy bellies and Vore in a non-sexual way, so there won't be too much sexual related posts on my blog, but just be aware it might be possibility.

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That's about it! Please don't be shy to DM me or send an Ask, I'm nice, I promise! No ask is too weird or gross🫶 (unless it's in my list of not allowed)

Thank you. ❤

[animelover20]

Life is filled with boredom but writing about fictional characters exists <3

And you can cure said boredom and writers block because..

drum roll please

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

!!!MY WRITING REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

here are some rules

(also slight NSFW warning below)

WILL DO: Fluff,NSFW/smut,X Reader drabbles,thirsts, gn,male and fem reader

WON'T DO: character X character(unless it's poly) smut with female characters. CNC,noncon,knife play,blood play,scat,vomit,piss,incest,ageplay, anything to do with kids(even fluffy shit)

Characters I will write for: from both jjk and one piece in no particular order.(some aren't here cause forgetful or i just didn't feel like categorising them)

(also the ones in bold are ones I rather enjoy writing for)

One piece:

Always allow:

Zoro,Sanji,Usopp, Jinbei, Doflamingo, Crocodile,Boa, Corazon, Law, Kidd, Killer, Bartolomeo,Cavendish, Benn beckman, Shanks,Roger,Marco, Ace, Kinemon.

Characters I might consider but are rarer.

Robin,Sabo,Katakuri,King,Fujitora, Rayleigh,Luffy,Shachi,Penguin, Smoker, Caesar Clown,Mihawk.

ONLY platonic: Bepo, Chopper, Brook, Franky,Nami,Baby 5,tashigi. Literally any minor.

Jujusu Kaisen:

(Its smaller than one piece due to the difference in size.)

Always allow:

Sukuna, Toji, Nanami, Maki, Choso.

Characters I might consider but are rarer.

Gojo,Shoko,Todo, Shui, Geto,Yuji(big maybe)

ONLY platonic: Megumi,Nobara,Panda.

(most of the charaters are minors hence the no mention)

[apprenticestanheight]

All is Well That Ends Well: Lawrence Gordon x gn! afab! reader: Part II

oooooooookay!! Here we are with part two in this series. If you missed it, here's part one.

This one is coming out eight days later than originally planned--work has absolutely kicked my ass since I started a week and a half ago and most of my days off have been spent sleeping and relaxing in recent, so I haven't really had too much of a chance to edit this like I'd been hoping to do, but here it is eight days late and I promise, as long as I remember to use the next two and a half days wisely, part three will come out on time.

Fic type - It gets very spicy very fast, so this one is both fluff and smut. Minors, do NOT INTERACT WITH THIS SERIES.

Warnings - slight petplay (the nickname puppy has once again taken the stage bc I will never ever stop blanking on petnames), mentions of praise, degradation, somno, free use, masochism, there are mentions of watersports + scat (they're both barely talked about and, not to yuck anyones yum, both stated as hard nos), the reader has a slight oral fixation (they enjoy sucking dick), begging is mentioned and depicted in a kinky way, the word cunt is used, plus Lawrence is vanilla, eating drywall is mentioned once (I love me an unhinged metaphor), car crashes and driving after having drank is mentioned (lawrence does so, but he's not drunk out of his mind and is sober by the time he does the driving)

A week and a half later, you find yourself at that dive bar again. That time, you’re with Aurelie Summers, fellow struggling PhD student and best friend of twelve years, having walked to the bar together as it was within walking distance of your apartment.

You take the bar in a bit better that time around—it’s nice despite how small it is. There's a bar counter at the back and several different booths littered across the space. Aurelie tells you she’s covering food and drinks and you let her do so because there’s no point in refusing as it were, and the two of you sit down at the bar counter. She buys you a double brandy and orders whiskey for herself, watches the way that you look around the bar keenly.

“Did you and one of your hook ups meet here?” She asks, tucking a strand of bright blue hair behind her ear. She slides her dark blue, thinly-framed glasses up on her nose, wrings out her hands as she waits for your response.

“I wish,” you laugh. “I did meet someone, I just didn’t have the sense to fuck him. He was older than we are by at least a decade, but fuck was he handsome. Tall, blonde, doctor, sexy as hell voice.”

She laughs, brown eyes squinting. “If you see him again, I’ll find a girl to take home so that you’re not fucking him in our apartment.”

She was a year older than you and had been your best friend since you were eighteen, and she was nineteen, and the both of you were getting your bachelors in the arts. You’d met in your first class of the semester, struck up a conversation at random, and had been stuck together like glue ever since. You’d been living together at your crappy apartment since you were nineteen and twenty, and your bond had been one that you knew would out last both of your degrees and the full-time jobs in your careers of choice that you’d take up in the aftermath.

Her skin was a warm brown and her hair was bright blue all around, typically done in protective braids that framed her face well and sat just a few inches below her shoulders. That day she'd worn a black button up with white pants and the heeled combat boots she cherished since buying them the previous decade, and per usual, she looked gorgeous.

“Thank you,” you grin. “If I do see him again, I am to regale him with tales of art history and some about writing.”

“And I think I owe you some medicine talk?” The sound of his voice makes you jump, which in turn makes him laugh. Aurelie scans the handsome man just a few paces behind you, watches you watch him approach.

“You do,” you grin, recovering from the shock easily. “I want to hear all about oncology so that I can stop thinking about art and writing technique for a few seconds.”

Lawrence looks so good that it has to be criminal to some extent—he wears a black button up, a maroon tie and black pants. It’s clearly not something he’d wear in his day to day, but the black looks fucking marvelous, and it matches the glasses he wears in a way that makes you want to start eating drywall as a means of distracting yourself from noticing it.

“Tell him about surrealism. The residents I’ve met have always found interest in that sort of thing,” she whispers, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “If he’s an attending, go with surrealism still. Very interesting artistic genre. As for authors, all white men are prone to enjoying a Stephen King novel or two.”

You laugh, flustered and nervous. “This is my friend, Aurelie Summers. I believe I might’ve mentioned her to you when we met initially.” In a throw-away style that Lawrence probably couldn’t remember, even though you could.

Lawrence holds out a hand to her, and you watch them shake hands.

“It’s lovely to meet you, but on another note, take care of my Y/N,” she says. “They’ve got studying to do tomorrow, and I bet them the next five takeaway orders we do that they would procrastinate at least half of this month away. Quiz them if you want—I am going to flirt with the pretty brunette giving me sex eyes in the corner now.”

She glances at you, winks and mouths “have fun!” as she walks away.

You let Lawrence buy you another brandy when you’ve finished the one that Aurelie had bought, end up sitting with him in a booth near the back right corner of the bar.

The two of you spend the next six or seven hours talking. Lawrence eggs you on about art history first and so you blab about surrealism, street art, the art of the renaissance era, and the pop-art era of the 50s and 60s until you’ve run out of things to say.

When he bugs you about writing you blab for a bit about classic lit, and accidentally go on a rant about how The Great Gatsby is not as great as the title makes it seem, the sheer excellence of all of James Baldwins work and the fact that you’re not really privy to much of Austens work, however, given that Pride and Prejudice was your introduction to the classics genre as a whole, it’ll always hold a place in your heart unlike anything else is capable.

You talk about how you think Stephen King is prone to going into a bit too much detail—which is a point that Lawrence laughs at and agrees with, noting that he doesn’t hate Kings prose, but often finds that the excessiveness with which King can go on about something random is too much for his particular tastes—and after that, you blab for a bit about Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.

Then you listen to Lawrences discussion. He regales you with tales of medical school, basic medical stuff and a couple of different tactics and techniques. You listen almost gleefully because he’s clearly very smart and has a very interestingly unique way with his words. It’s an amazing adage to the fact that the talk of all things medical pretty much shuts your brain off—in that it lets you focus on something other than writing, art, or the troubles of your day to day—and eventually, you know a lot more about medicine and surgery than you did beforehand.

Then suddenly, it’s nearing midnight and Lawrence is leaning back, pressing his back against the leather cushioning of the booth.

“There is something more I find myself wanting to discuss with you,” he says. “But for that to take place, I would admittedly find it preferential that we went back to mine. The type of conversation I’m looking to engage in shouldn’t really occur in a dive bar.”

You’re agreeing before you can even think about it, checking your phone to find that Aurelie had texted you when she and the brunette left the bar.  

Thirty minutes later, it’s gone midnight and you’re sitting on the couch of what clearly used to be a family home, waiting for Lawrence to open up the discussion he has planned and wanting for a glass of red wine to ease your nerves, though you don’t go so far as to ask for one directly.

The living area is dimly lit—a few lamps, the kitchen light coming in from behind you, but not much else. A wooden coffee table with magazines and books sits in front of you and there are stairs to the upper level of the house in the left corner of the room. The walls are a dark beige that borders on light brown and Lawrence stands across from you, face showcasing that he’s deep in thought, trying to figure out how to phrase whatever it is he wants to say.

“This might seem a little forward,” Lawrence begins. “But—you have student loan debt and you’ll end up with more come the end of your PhD, and from what you told me in between your attractive ramblings about Stephen King and other sources of modern lit, you’re living in a crappy apartment with a roommate. I figure this way we can do something a bit more mutually beneficial. I have a condo I don’t use because Alison gave me this place in the divorce, and I cannot will myself to move out.”

“A bit of clarity as to what you’re trying to be forward about would be nice,” you murmur before you can stop yourself. “And if it is what I think it is, you’ve had a week and a half to think about it. I have, but that is not to mean I've thought about it consistently, let alone consistently enough to make a decision of any kind.”

The remark you’d made as a joke but had thought about in fits and starts since. You’d not a clue of Lawrences finances and thus wouldn’t’ve insinuated it otherwise, let alone mentioned the idea you’d come to think was stupid even if you’d meant for it to be a joke.

“You mentioned that you spoke of being a sugar baby in jest with the friend I was introduced to, I believe? Aurelie Summers was her name.” The stupid, idiotic joke you'd made haphazardly but hadn't been able to stop thinking about. The one that you'd thought Lawrence had forgotten about, though it seemed he hadn't.

You snort ungracefully, lean forward and stand. “No. This is not a discussion that’s happening without a glass of wine. The brandy that Aurelie bought me and the one you bought me have worn off and I will not do this without at least a sip of good quality red stuff down my guzzle.”

Lawrence laughs, and you follow him to the kitchen. He grabs a bottle from the small cellar next to his fridge, pours you a glass and watches you take a sip of it.

“Okay,” you nod, take a deep breath in. “The sugar discussion can happen now. First and foremost, you’re a handsome guy, yeah. You’re within the pool of men I’m willing to have sex with, and you make it sound like you have a lot of disposable income, but I’ve met you twice across the past two weeks and we’ve talked for a grand total of maybe seven and a half hours. What do you want out of this potential arrangement? How can I trust you won’t try to kill me or turn out to be completely insane?”

Lawrence laughs. You hate yourself for it, but your guard slips and you find it attractive.

“I promise you, your death is not among my interests,” he says. “I find myself quite vested in your remaining alive, though, so if someone does try to kill you once we get to know each other more, I’ll do what I can to ensure you’re protected.”

You nod. “And what—generally—from this arrangement, do you want?”

“Firstly, the aforementioned condo—you should move into it, otherwise it’s collecting dust.”

“Why the fuck would a married man have a condo as it were?” You ask. “What, were you cheating on her over the weekend and using that as some kind of fucking bachelor pad? If that’s the case, then I am not moving into what used to be a sex motel.”

Lawrences gaze turns cold. You take a sip of your wine.

“I did not use the condo as a sex motel,” he says. “But—for your information, they were mine and Alisons fail safes, so that, if the marriage didn’t work out, we’d both have a place to go in the fallout. She divorced me and moved into the condo she’d bought that’s an hour into the city. This house is in my name and selling it is too much of a hassle now, but I really do like the condo and selling it wouldn’t be worth it anyways. If you move in, it stops collecting dust, you don't have to live with a roommate in a shithole anymore, and I can sleep a bit easier come nightfall for the knowledge that the condo is no longer sitting unused.”  

“Secondly?” You ask, referring to his earlier words which implied that the condo was only the first point of the discussion he’d aimed to have “What’s next?”

“These types of arrangements typically involve sex,” Lawrence says. “Ours will, if you say yes. I can give you at least four thousand dollars a month and still be living well within my means after bills and other expenses.”

“If I say do yes?” You ask. “What does that mean from here on out?”

“Then ground rules will need to be discussed, of course. Rules will need to be set, too—things like days to meet up, other forms of compensation that are allowed, the specifics of the arrangement that we have yet to make clear.”

“I’ll move into your condo,” you shrug. “Aurelie loves me but I know she hates the fact that I never really leave the apartment except to study at the uni library, grab take out, or go to work, so she’ll be glad to be roommate-less and might just be overjoyed that she’ll finally be able to bring the rarer hookups back to our apartment instead of going to theirs. Now lets discuss the rest of it.”

“You’ll get four thousand a month for meet ups at least two or three times a week,” he says. “In two installments—the first at the beginning of the month, the second during the middle of the month. I won’t ask you what you use the money for but if you’re making the minimum payments on your loans and give a shit about your credit score, don’t use too much of the money to pay them off. Paying off your student loans will worsen your credit score, something I learned when I paid the last of them off circa ’99.”

“First rule: no staying over,” you say. “Second: no Mondays. I work 11:30 to close on Monday because my classes are in the morning and I will be pissy if you try to approach me when I’ve worked ten hours.”

“Third: no feelings,” Lawrence says. “Neither of us are allowed to fall in love. The minute feelings start coming through, the arrangement ends.”

You nod at that. “I promise not to fall in love with you, Doctor Gordon.”

“We both should pass an STI screening,” Lawrence says, ignoring your remark. “Unless you’ve done one in the past six months? I get them done after every sexual encounter just to be safe.”

“Aurelie makes me do them with her once every two or three months to steer clear. Last one says I’m clear as crystal and sexually transmitted infection-less.”

“That makes this easier, doesn’t it?”

“I’ve always liked things convenient,” you shrug, taking another sip of your wine. “Kinks. Go. All of them.”

Lawrence laughs at your directness, takes the wine from you and takes a sip.

“I like to be dominant,” he says. “Don’t mind ordering people around—it comes with my job—but that’s about it.”

You lick your lips. “Very vanilla, Doctor Gordon.”

Lawrence scoffs. “Well, in a loveless and sexless marriage, there is not a lot of room for kinky bedroom play. In terms of kinks I will never engage in as those are just as important: if you have any interest in watersports or scat play, this ends now.”

“It seems our hard nos are the same,” you laugh. “My kinks, which are by far a lot less tame than yours: free use, somno, praise, degradation, pet play to an extent—you call me puppy and I am at risk of being smitten—I can also occasionally be masochistic, have somewhat of an oral fixation from time to time, and have a thing for arms, hands, and voices. I also don’t hate being ordered around but I like directives to be specific as vagueness is just flat out fuckin’ annoying.”

You take the wine glass from him, take a sip. He steps forward. “Mind if I do a quick test?”

“Test of what kind?” You ask, head tilted. You want to know what he’s thinking, are so curious to find out what thoughts are running through his mind that you almost say yes right out the gate.

“Just to see how good you are at doing what you’re told,” he says it like it’s the most innocent thing to ever befall his lips. You don’t know whether to find that hot or extremely annoying. “Our meetings can begin tonight if this is to go well.”

“I have studying to do, and I already said no staying over.” You want to agree to do whatever he wants, though. You have to fight yourself in order not to.

“I can drive you back—a few sips of wine and a scotch on the rocks is pretty much nothing.”

“That’s not very doctor-y of you,” you say pointedly. “I would assume even oncologists are against driving after a few drinks.”

“I feel very sober,” he says. “I promise, if you let me drive you back, not to crash into a tree. Do you want to do this?”

You bite your lip, nod before you can stop yourself. You want to give in, and so you do. Lawrence grins at that, juts his tongue out to wet his lips.  

“Be a good puppy for me, yeah?” He pauses, watches the way that your pupils dilate when he calls you that and laughs a little. “Kneel, mm?”

You set the wine glass on the counter and do as he instructs, gaze moving to find his. His hand ghosts near your face and you lean into it, grinning when he slaps you lightly before pressing his thumb against your lips.

“Wait,” he says gently. “Don’t lean into my touches, mm? Good puppies wait until their owners touch them.”

You nod. “’M sorry, Lawrence.”

“It’s okay,” he says. “Go on.”

You take his thumb into your mouth, licking the tip and moaning. The oral fixation is something that pops up randomly, but Lawrence seems to be the type of guy that’ll enjoy it and use it to his fullest advantage.

He laughs contentedly. “Good puppy,” he whispers. “You’re loving this, yeah?”

You nod, wanting desperately to fuck him until you’re seeing stars.

“Good. Gonna stand up for me?”

You do as he tells you, whining slightly when his thumb slips from your mouth, fighting back a scowl as he laughs at you for it.

As one hand unbuttons your pants, two fingers from the other slip into your mouth. You lubricate them without thinking, core growing wetter by the second. You want to feel him somehow—his fingers, his cock, his gorgeous mouth would even be acceptable—but you’re also wanting to witness how he dominates someone as a guy who’s been divorced for five months and thus can’t have very much experience.

He slips his fingers from your mouth, moves them to your clothed clit. “Want me to fuck you, puppy?” He asks, his tone dripping with sweetness.

“Lawrence—yes. Please. Please. I’ll be so good for even just a taste of your fingers inside me, please. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He laughs. “Add begging to the kink list,” he whispers, rubbing slow circles around your clothed clit. “You sound so good when you beg for me.”

You whimper at that, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

Lawrence grabs the glass of wine, uses his free hand to gently move your head from his shoulder. “Don’t want to waste this, do you?” He asks. “I mean—I’m not finish if off because I’ve gotta drive you back. I’d just hate for this to go to waste.”

You drink the last of the wine without him needing to ask you further, and when your head once again falls to his shoulder, Lawrence calls you a good puppy and moves the glass to a spot on the counter where the glass breaking isn’t a risk.

After a long, mind numbing few minutes of him rubbing circles over your clit through your underwear, his hand pulls away in order to pull your pants down. You let him, horny and dazed, moaning when his fingers find your bare clit and the other hand slips beneath the fabric of the white cable knit sweater you’d chosen to wear.

“Lawrence,” you moan. His hand moves up your torso until it finds your nipple, and when his cold hand meets your warm skin, you grind against him thoughtlessly.

He stops the ministrations on your clit, smacks your cunt in a way that both makes you wet and makes you jolt.

“Such a slut for me already, yeah?” He asks. “It’s been what, twenty minutes since the discussion about your being my sugar baby so much as began, and already you’re such a slut. Just a toy for me to use when I want, mm?”

You level your gaze with his, fighting the urge to be a bit bratty.

You grind against him again while you make direct eye contact. He laughs.

“You did mention masochism,” he tsks while shaking his head, slapping your cunt a little more aggressively. “Should’ve remembered that. Don’t know how it already slipped my mind. You like being slapped, yeah?”

You nod, a little flustered. “Feels good.”

“Take off your sweater,” he says. “I promise, you’ll benefit from it more so than not.”  

You do as he tells you eagerly, moaning when he slaps your cunt for the third time.

It makes him laugh, and when he starts rubbing circles over your clit again, the pace speeds up just a bit.

“Fuck,” you moan when his lips kiss along your shoulders and down to your chest. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and bites harshly, moaning when you grind against him.

“Good puppy,” he says, pulling his mouth away from your nipple as he slaps your cunt again. “Tell me what you want, yeah? Gonna make you come. We can worry about me in the meetings ahead.”

With the end of the sentence, his teeth are on your nipple again, the force of his bite increasing just enough, and you’re so turned on that you’re just about ready to go feral.

“Fingers—inside—fuck, Lawrence. Your mouth is so good.”

Lawrence obliges, slipping two fingers into your cunt while his lips move up to yours and he captures you in an open mouthed kiss that devolves into your moans and his praise within seconds.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he says. “You like how this feels, yeah? Like how my fingers feel?”

You moan in response, grinding against his hand. He laughs.

“Gotta use your words, puppy,” he says. “Gonna be a good puppy for me and speak?”

“So good,” you moan. “F-fuck, Lawrence. Please keep going. Please don’t stop.”

Lawrence kisses your top lip in response, lets you come over his fingers.

As you’re coming down from the high, all Lawrence does for clean up is simply lick his fingers clean, helps clean you up with an unused, clean washcloth.

Then, he kisses you deeply, and all you can taste is yourself and his saliva and fuck, it’s so depraved but it’s so fucking hot.

Lawrence buttons up your pants, zips the zipper as you pull your sweatshirt back on.

“Move into the condo this weekend,” he says. “I have a spare key, and if your free use kink doesn’t hate me for it, I’d prefer to be able to meet you per my convenience as well as your own.”

“I can send you my schedule so that you know when you won’t find me there,” you say. “Meet me at the bar tomorrow. I’ll get you a paper copy.”

He nods, and you let him drive you back to your apartment.

You’re surprised to find it empty, but even despite that, you only pack a little bit before you end up going to sleep.

[hard-core-super-star]

request guidelines

first and foremost please keep in mind that while requests may be open, it could take me a while to get to your request or i may not be comfortable writing it! [if you'd rather not wait for me to write your idea, you could always commission me and get priority over my requests]

i mainly write character x reader fics BUT i'm open to character x character fics [mainly for wandanat and maybe bishova] and i'm certainly open to poly!ships [like wandanat x reader, for example]

cishet men do NOT interact or request fics from me, i will not write them! trans men + gay men, you guys are welcome here but keep in mind this party isn't exactly for you [i do not write character x male!reader OR male!character x reader, NO EXCEPTIONS]

while my fics are written with female!reader in mind, i might accept requests for AMAB/nonbinary reader

this blog isn't exclusively 18+ but minors who do not respect my boundaries and interact with my smut fics WILL get blocked

lastly, PLEASE read the warnings before reading my fics since some do deal with sensitive topics [like depression, panic attacks, character death, etc.] and keep your own boundaries in mind

happy reading and requesting!

what i write [and what i will NOT write]

long story short, i write a mix of everything!

fluff: pretty much everything goes for fluff except anything that borders on toxic OR miscommunication trope [i would say my specialty is idiots in love/friends to lovers but again, i'm open to pretty much anything here. including fluffy smut]

angst: i'm very open to angst [but mainly hurt/comfort] although, i do have some limits. i won't write anything with heavy mentions/descriptions of sexual assault or rape, self-harm, abuse, or kidnapping

smut: once again, no minors or men allowed at all [it's implied but i also won't write anything featuring underage characters]. i'm open to writing for most kinks but keep in mind i'm not well-versed in everything [especially age regression]. things i will NOT write include incest [stepcest gets a pass for now], intense noncon scenes [slight dubcon scenarios might be fine but i'm not sure], heavy knife and gun play, scat or pee play, and anything that might border on abusive

misc: i'm not open to writing family-based fics at this time. dark!fics are...slightly on the table and may be smut based...maybe

who i write for

kate bishop

wanda maximoff

natasha romanoff

wandanat

yelena belova

bishova

carol danvers

peggy carter

[floridamansswamp]

Hello my names Lee, I’m a wannabe artist who is just starting to branch into nsfw and I might post other fetish stuff here.

Kinks:

Bondage

Light impact play

Edging

Collars and leashes

Slight mommy kink

I’m a switch, but still a virgin

Nursing kink

Cock milking

Panty kink

Hard No:

Piss/scat/vomit

Sissy/chastity

Cbt

Race play

Ageplay

DNI:

if your rude racists ableist transphobic, a Zionist, or a pedo

I should also mention I’m mainly attracted towards women

[wandasfox]

— MY RULES ᗢ

✧˚ · . this is strictly a wlw blog, everything i post and reblog is about women and for women (non-binaries are welcomed here too), if you don't like it than just know that this is NOT the place for you!

✧˚ · . the contents shared in this blog are going to be mostly SFW and there will be some dark content, so minors and ageless/blank blogs please don't interact because you are going to be blocked. make sure to put your age in bio!

✧˚ · . you are welcomed and encouraged to submit any ideas, thoughts or thirsts you have about mommy wanda, and for natasha too! just be patient with me for some asks. i work full time and am also a student at university- time is not something i can magic out of thin air, and neither is motivation.

✧˚ · . feel free to ask to be mutuals or an anon too!

✧˚ · . what i will mainly write about: mommy kink, slight age play (no pedophilia), stepcest, cnc, dubcon, breeding, alongside the more tame and soft kinks there are.

✧˚ · . my big no nos: scat, feces, gore and extreme violence, pedophilia, straight sex, straight relationships, incest. im up to anything that have not been mentioned here.

✧˚ · . and lastly i only write sub!afab!reader but that ofc doesn't mean it is always as a bottom as it can be service top :)

[proshippresentmic]

Pinned info time

Call me Mic I guess, about 30 years old, he/they or similar.

I have a deep resentment for the terms profic and proship, but it scares kidders and sensitive catholic guilters away, so it's in my url.

I don't care what someone writes in fiction so long as they're a decent person to the real world. If you disagree then politely go back to your cesspit, I have no time for radfems and protofascist babies.

This account is for seeking/responding to RP ads, because I realized a lot of the seeking blogs here required an account for "liking to reach out", rather than just dropping a discord.

I use my discord account tag presentationmicheal for RP purposes, for the time being I'm ok with random friend requests, but I'm also a grouchy old man and if your vibes are rancid you're gone.

Goes without saying but 18+ partners only. Honestly preferably 21+

Under the cut is my general RP info!

Extremely very horrendously gay so I won't be interested in MxF, also extremely very horrendously trans so expect most if not all of my muses to come with pussy DLC.

Currently I'm only super into writing My Hero Academia (manga reader!).

Muses

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Dabi / Touya Todoroki - primary muse, snarkastic piece of shit, I do not pull punches with him nor will I write him being a doting husband, or other out of character extremes.

Even in AUs where, somehow, Enji was an alright father, my Touya ends up a serial killer.

That said I can reel him in a little, but he will come with "canon typical asshole" warning either way.

No hard pref on whether he's got a cock or cunt.

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Katsuki Bakugou - not 100% confident with him, but getting there. Always written at least 20 years old, UA was a college to me, what of it.

Again, canon typical asshole.

Primarily play him trans, but I can be convinced to play him otherwise.

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Present Mic - Pretty sure I could write this cringelord in my sleep at this point. Nothing special about him, he's chillin'.

Slight preference for him having cock n balls, but I'll write him otherwise more than happily.

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Currently on track learning Hawks, Aizawa, Enji and Natsuo. Unsure when I'll be confident enough.

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Kinks, Limits n Shippy shite

Shit that I love: Omegaverse, hybrid AUs, height differences, enemies to lovers, biting/scratching, piss, petplay, dom/sub, ponyplay, bondage, muzzles. interrogations/captured be heroes or villains, male pregnancy (pussy preferable, but can deal with otherwise), public sex, heat/rut, aphrodisiacs, intercrural, mirrors... honestly most kinks not listed in limits/meh do something for me.

Dead dove edition: Incest, noncon, abduction, torture, guro/snuff, fuck-or-die, fuck-AND-die, human pet, meditorture, more I've probably forgotten.

Hard limits: Characters under 18, feet, scat/gas in general, mental institutions, ABDL/Ageplay, raceplay. I may have forgotten something, so this will probably update later.

Honorable mention: 'daddy' kink makes my skin crawl, but if your pitch is interesting I can tolerate it.

Meh: Vore, hyper, inflation. I hate calling them "Deviantart Kinks" but that does end up a good descriptor. I am into a couple of these but not for canons, can't explain it just don't like it.

Ships I'm primarily interested in:

Dabihawks, Dabiskep, Todocest of many flavors, Dabizawa, Dabibaku, Bakudeku, Kiribaku, Todobaku, Endhawks, Erasermic, Mightmic, Erasermight, Dabishigs.

Open to others (and I love a good crackship).

(I'm willing to break out my not-quite-confident guys for some of these, just forgive any fumbles.)

Misc shit

I'm of the opinion the characters would have fouler language were this manga higher rated, so expect my guys to drop a couple harsh words here and there. If you're offended by the word 'fuck', we won't get along.

I've got no hard pref for positions, I'll write them all.

Response times vary from "100 responses a minute" and "once every couple days" depending on how much work I have on. If I'm slacking and not responding every three days though, time to whallop me with the cartoon mallet.

I'm a grown ass man with an honesty clause. I will be upfront if I've fallen out of love with a thread, and if I feel up for coming back to it later. I expect the same of you, please.

My active hours are somewhat random and work dependent, and can sometimes be entirely flipped in a couple days.

RP through Discord only. We can make a server!

Third person paralit, 2 paragraphs minimum, no need to match my length if I go off the rails!

I really, really, really love headcanoning/"what-if"s/spitballing. This doesn't always have to become a thread, I really dig discussing what could have happened with current threads if XYZ was different, this isn't a wistful sigh wishing things were different. I'm going to be talkative OOC, you will get memes if they're relavant to what we're doing - or if I figure you'd just like em, I am not going to treat you like an RP token machine.

I don't expect that much legwork in return, but please at least be willing to do dumb spitballing OOC a little.