#sorry if this is gross but for the love of god if you are in pain and cant sit down but don't remember falling use a hotpack on there and

[captain-hawks]

dee what am I going to do with all these oliver x period sex thoughts you need to either kill me or tell me yours

18+, explicit period sex (fingering, oral f!receiving, unprotected p in v, creampie, blood)

being with oliver aiku is an exercise in acknowledging that you're but one of the many that have come before. the shape of his lips, the brush of his fingers, the stretch of his cock—you're well aware you could never hope to be any kind of first for him by any means.

sexually, that is.

(love, perhaps, but that's a conversation for a different day.)

and it's why it catches you entirely off guard on a rainy sunday morning when he glances from your horrified expression to the slick red that stains his fingertips, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully as he muses, "honestly, i haven't done this before."

embarrassment burns hot in your gut as you stare at the blood, watching as he rubs his thumb across the pads of his pointer and middle fingers to smear it over his skin.

"i'm sorry," you manage to get out before burying your face in a pillow.

(which is where it had been moments earlier, when you tiredly rolled over onto your stomach and moaned softly as oliver kissed the back of your neck, tugged your panties to the side, and slid two fingers through your sensitive folds, groaning over how wet you were.)

"why're you sorry?" oliver asks, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder.

you turn your head sideways, taking his confused face. "i didn't—i should have realized it was going to start soon..."

oliver blinks, leaning a little closer. "your period?"

you scrunch your eyes shut and nod, another hot wave of embarrassment hitting you, and you belatedly snap your thighs closed. because this happened years ago with your ex, and he was disgusted, and it was awful, and—

"do you not want me to touch you while you're bleeding?" he asks.

you open your eyes, and he looks honest to god earnest.

"do i not want you to?" you echo in confusion (because of the way he's phrased it, what it implies—)

"i haven't done this before, but if you wanted to..." he trails off, sheepish.

you breathe in slowly, trying to digest his words. "you don't...don't you think it's gross?"

oliver nudges your shoulder and your hip, urging you to roll over onto your back.

"i never really thought about it until right now. but feeling how wet you are, seeing it on my fingers..." he looks down at his hand.

you, in turn, notice just how hard he is, cock straining against the confines of his briefs.

"oh," you breathe out. because you feel incapable of getting any other words out at this revelation.

(because it's always been an idle thought, a depraved, filthy fantasy—)

your cunt aches.

"we don't have to do anything if you don't want to—" oliver starts.

(he has no idea.)

"please."

-

you should have known oliver aiku is nothing if not a meticulously thorough lover.

because it wasn't enough for him, slowly teasing the outer rim of your fluttering, empty hole until you were bucking your hips and begging for it. sliding two thick digits into your dripping, hypersensitive cunt. palming his cock through his briefs as he groaned over how hot it was—the red liquid smeared over your cunt and across your inner thighs. the obnoxious wet squelch of blood and arousal as he fucked you on his fingers till you went toppling over the edge (gasping for breath into a messy kiss as he rasped against your lips how beautiful you looked).

it wasn't enough, nearly coming on the fucking spot when he eased his flushed, leaking cock into your pussy (because he's so fucking thick and there's always a stretch as he eases into your tight walls but he slid right balls deep in one slick stroke).

it wasn't enough, the way you trembled and gasped in pleasure, clawing at his back and babbling nonsense and whimpering his name as you begged him to fuck you harder, harder, harder. the sloppy, filthy, depraved feeling of him fucking his cock into your bloody, wet hole.

it wasn't enough for oliver, fingering you and fucking you into a cock drunk mess atop a pile of stained, ruined sheets.

because it still surprises you, after everything, when you feel him nudge your thighs apart once more after he pulls his softening cock out of you.

you shiver as he drags two fingers through your folds, coating the digits in your blood and his cum.

"oliver—" you breathe out, watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth.

as he licks them clean.

"can i?" he asks.

(you're fairly certain you're on the verge of blacking out when oliver brings you to the brink of your third orgasm, red smeared across his chin, fist wrapped around his cock and your fingers buried in his hair. with his tongue buried in your sopping wet cunt as laves at your throbbing clit and laps up every last drop of blood and cum until you're sobbing his name.)

[ssaltlicker]

Thinking about all the on-screen character development we couldve (and shouldve) gotten from vi in s2. To actually see and hear her process things. Man

[hacksawboy]

unpopular opinion maybe but i think that the postal 1 dude is absolutely DISGUSTING. like yes its heavily implied he goes on his rampage thinking hes doing good because hes so mentally ill, but theres something in me that feels that he's genuinely just a disgusting human being with all that aside. that man looks greasy as hell, his hair is so matted that you can needle felt with it, he probably smells awful, his room is probably unkempt as HELL, and he probably spends his days on 4chan. i am sorry if this is a bad mischaracterization but ever since i found out about the p1 promotional stuff hes just struck me as an absolutely deplorable disgusting human being

[saym0-0]

transformers smut writers are cowards for making their genital situation resemble a humans at all

[valvesoftware]

breakups are so fucking weird. three years and just like that it's gone. huh

[hey-scully-itsme]

still thinking about the count of monte cristo movie. some of it felt half-baked on a technical level (score choices, some weird edits, etc) BUT also it hasn't left my head since i watched it and i WILL be seeing it again on wednesday. enraptured by the count's sad brown eyes and long eyelashes. and his dumbass leather coat.

it's a situation where i wish the movie had more of the book but i also wish the book had a little more of the movie in it.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

i like how all the explicitly trans characters in the dw universe are handled super well except the ones written by russell t davies 😑

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

they just didn't have to write him as "a great philanthropist"; "a generous benefactor of the empire bay planetarium"; "frequent officer of the empire bay press guild"; "a frequent target of political slander and false arrest because of generosity towards the press"

and at the same time write him as the first of the others to organize drug trafficking; a man who tried to kill all his competitors; "a shady bastard, even for guys in this business"; "ruthless modernizer"; a man who secretly views his close friend as a liability; "the man who killed his own boss" to take his place

"few will moan moretti's passing" from the lost heaven's newspapers and there's nothing like that in the cut-out news reports about carlo's death

[martyrbat]

shaking some of you by the shoulders and forcing you to confront if your self proclaimed pretentiousness is just an excuse to be casually classist or ableist

[vimbry-moved]

found out through the notes the makers of that show went on to create mr m.eaty. how did the creators of a puppet frog that cute produce a show that made me viscerally ill to see as a kid lmao

[serethereal]

that scene from fleabag where she’s on the toilet describing what she likes ab sex and then goes. not so much actual sex is me but with food

[gregoftom]

euuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggghhhhhhhheeeeeerughrughgh

[froegis]

why is my mom so weird about things when she could just be normal! there is no need to add a condescending tone when telling me your rules and guidelines as if i am going to break them. just say them normally and i will be like “ok!” as i have done my whole life! but when you do it in that tone it makes me sort of angry because why do you have to do it like that! why cant you just say things normally! why are you doing that! i really hate it! please treat me like i am a normal person who has followed your rules literally her whole life instead of talking to me like i am a convicted criminal!

[alienfailboy]

i was going thru my phone the other day and i noticed that in this picture my dad sent me and my sister (so we could approve and validate his outfit) he's wearing these little beaded rings we both made at a day camp when we were younger, he must have found them a few months ago

i don't know how i never noticed he wears them any time he gets all dressed up

them stacked up on his ring finger

[televenus]

if terfs wanted trans men to detransition they should just tell them how fucking fast your hair gets greasy on testosterone