#they’re just two desperate little perverts

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Temptation Is An Unbeaten Deliverance

Warnings: Sexual Content 18+. dark drarry. no magic au. please proceed with some caution, this is authors first time really trying anything like this out.

Summary: Neither of them will ever truly escape the darkness that ran them for so long.

WC: 0.5k

They shouldn’t, Harry thinks, inhaling deep breaths of your bed sheets grasped tight against his nose. The sweet scent of your washing powder and something entirely your own singeing his nose hairs deliciously and pulsing through to his hard cock.

Draco groans behind him, chin nestled between the crook of Harry’s neck and ruts his hips lewdly against the curve of his jean clad ass. “Fuckin’ look at her, Potter, slidin’ her little fingers through her tight pussy. Putting on a show just for us.”

Harry swallows his whine through clenched teeth and spits down on Draco’s waiting hand just barely touching the underside of his weeping cock. You’re sopping by the time you press your dildo against your slit, slick pooling down your asshole and your pretty fingers in sticky strands. You tease the head up your clit and down to your hole once, twice and Harry feels the effect of it through Draco’s teasing palm and the quiver of your brows.

You blunt teeth reach for your lip when it catches just right against your rim and finally – finally his cock is gripped tight in a warm, slick enclosure, relieved of your sadistic torture – you pressure its length through your lips and halfway in you.

“Christ.” He moans, hips stuttering into Draco’s grip. “Fuckin’ christ, Draco, s’fuckin good.”

Draco scoffs meanly. “As pathetic as our girl, Potter, she can’t keep her pretty little mouth shut either.” His grey eyes shimmer silver against the pale luminance of moonlight, reflecting just barely off your closed window. Harry can’t help the vicious twitch his cock gives at the thought of you seeing too and scrambling for cover. Eyes wide and wild with fear, your breasts heaving with increased breath.

Your moans leak through your thin cottage walls and flimsy window frames with each thrust of your hand, sensual melodies that have beckoned them back to your window time and time again. A siren song that makes Draco’s blonde lashes flutter closed and his cock ache for the lap of your sweet tongue.

Your mouth forms words they can’t quite make sense of but they know you well enough to know what pleas you utter under your breath when you brink the edge, have stalked close enough to catch your “please please please”.

Harry gasps when Draco’s thumb rolls over his slick head with mastered precision, readying him for your teary release. Your thrusts stutter and slow with the clench of your lower abdomen and Harry imagines his hips in place of your hand. Cock twitching in your depth, pace faltering with oncoming pleasure as you choke down Draco with wide watery eyes and a clenching cunt.

Draco quickens the flick of his wrist with a tightened grip.

You thrash against your mattress when your orgasm peaks, hips bucking wildly.

His cock twitches and spurts thick white ropes against your pretty yellow wall as he smothers his whimpers into your stolen sheet. Draco hums a deep groan into his tender neck, bucking against his backside through his own high.

They shouldn’t, Harry thinks as the three of you pant through the aftershocks, but he knows they’ll both be back tomorrow. Cocks hard and leaking, waiting for the moment you saunter to your bed and spread your legs, unknowing as always.

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your stressed lover comes home from a long day of work and finds you asleep. he can’t help but wake you up in a rather special way.

wc. 1.6k total

tags. dom!jjk men x sub!female reader (gojo, toji, sukuna). smut. general warnings: dark content — somnophilia (consensual). size difference because im self indulgent ; reader gets referred to as small. ehm they’re kinda depicted as perverts. rest of the warnings are given before each character.

GOJO SATORU; cw. cunnilingus. fingering. he’s a bit whiny. nicknames used ‘princess, sweets’. he cums untouched lol.

“mm, fuck. look at my sweet princess,” satoru sighs under his breath. he’s welcomed home by the sight of you sleeping peacefully on the bed, your hips lifted a bit as you rest on your stomach.

satoru’s voice is shaky as he mutters something to himself. he carefully sits on the edge of the bed, trembling fingers reaching out to trace the shape of your plump ass. he can’t not touch you—especially when you present yourself so nicely to him.

it isn’t long before his fingers dip under the material of your shorts. satoru gauges your reaction to his advances and notices the corners of your lips twitching. a sign you’re unconsciously feeling his warm touch.

“fuckfuckfuck. ‘m sorry, princess — i have to.”

satoru gives up any self-control that he had left. he doesn’t waste any time pulling down your shorts and panties to your knees. his already erect cock twitches in his pants at the beautiful scene; your wet cunt in all its glory.

he clenches his fists, desperately trying not to do anything. that determination does not last long.

in just a second, satoru’s already lapping up your juices, his hands firmly holding your hips still. his nails dig into your flesh and he moans once he feels your body instinctively pushing back against his mouth.

“mm, s’rry,” the sorcerer whines in a muffled voice. he knows you’re awake by now—judging purely by the increase of your little moans of pleasure. his tongue doesn’t stop moving between your spread folds, tasting you until your thighs are spasming.

you’re confused when you’ve awoken to a tingly sensation between your legs, though you quickly put two and two together. you’re too lazy to comment on satoru’s sudden actions, only babbling a soft ‘welcome home’ between whimpers.

satoru’s breath hitches the moment you tell him those words. those sweet words. like you don’t mind that he’s dragged you out of your slumber this way. it’s such a turn on—your acceptance to what he’s doing.

“yeah? oh god,” satoru’s nose bumps against your slit each time he moves his jaw, lewdly slurping the fluid your pussy produces. he can feel his dick throbbing against his pants, begging to be released, “ngh, can’t—gonna cum, sweets.”

your lover’s desperate whines make your fingers curl around the bedsheets. the sole image of him cumming in his pants just from eating you out pushes you over the edge as well.

you reach your climax at the same time. satoru lolls his tongue out to catch your juices, moaning loudly against your puffy folds as he feels it trickling into his mouth. he can feel a wet spot forming on the fabric of his boxers, “shit.”

the white-haired man removes himself from behind you, licking his lips for any residue. you lazily look over your shoulder at him with glazed over eyes. his big hands are already working on his belt and zipper.

satoru shows you the dark spot in his underwear and pouts, “ah, look what you’ve done to me, princess—made a mess out of my favourite boxers b’cause of you.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI; cw. tiny hint of implied age gap (reader early 20’s, toji early 30’s). p in v -> unprotected. spooning position. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut, whore’. degradation / objectification.

toji kicks his shoes off and makes a beeline towards his bedroom. he’s in a shitty mood after he had met up with a rude client. despite that, his lips curl up into a faint smile the moment he sees you laying on his bed.

“heh, there’s my little girl,” his voice is raspy, hoarse and utterly exhausted. the older man climbs under the covers and wraps his strong arms around your small figure. he nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in the nice smell of your shampoo.

toji wouldn’t be him if his hands didn’t wander all over your skin. his rough palms squeeze everywhere and anywhere—enjoying the feeling of your soft flesh in them. you subconsciously react to his touches by pushing your body back against his.

“. .do not,” toji hisses like you can hear him. he was already half hard on his way home as the thoughts of you clouded his mind, but now that he’s actually with you, he’s fully aroused. especially with your ass pushing back at his aching bulge.

he’s too lazy to get up and get himself off in the shower. thus, he starts off by humping the fat of your ass. the friction isn’t enough for the assassin and therefore he switches to the real thing.

“such a slutty fuckin’ thing. can’t keep my hands off ya,” toji groans into your ear, half hoping you’d hear all the dirty things he’s calling you. your pants are pulled down and your panties are pushed to the side—making way for his fat cock to drill into you.

your impatient lover adjusts your legs so he could have easier access to your tight cunt. the slow strokes inside you make you squirm and tighten up around his throbbing erection. this only riles toji up more.

“hah, y’can feel it even in y’r sleep, can’t you? my cock stretching your tight pussy out—my pussy,” toji corrects himself with a low moan. his warm breath hits the nape of your neck, his hands fondling you whilst he thrusts aggressively.

he doesn’t care if you wake up or not. he’s going to use your delicious body to relieve himself. you gave him the green light when he asked you if he could fuck you in your sleep when he needs it. so, there’s no reason to stop now.

you eventually jolt awake once the continuous stimulation become too much. if it wasn’t for toji’s hand on your mouth, you’d have woken up the neighbours with your loud and lewd moans.

toji scoffs. he keeps a tight grip on your face and thigh, not stopping the rough pounding he’s giving you. he sees your eyes roll back from the unexpected pleasure and he snickers.

his lips connect with yours, muffling your moans that way;

“hah, seems like you needed this as much as i did—waking up ‘n already moaning like a whore. missed me that much, huh?”

SUKUNA RYOMEN; cw. true form!sukuna. has two cocks woops. masturbation (m). turns into blowjob. hairpulling. reader gets called ‘brat’.

sukuna returns to his chambers. finally, after dealing with some sorcerers that’ve had challenged him for a battle. he’s tense, sweaty and obviously in need to blow off some steam. he knows just where to get said relief.

sukuna’s red eyes instantly spot your sleeping form on the middle of his kingsized bed. his favourite little human—resting without a care in the world. the innocent sight is one that sets his loins on fire.

“oi, brat,” the male speaks up as he sits on his side of the bed. the mattress dips to one side due to his huge form, causing your small body to automatically manoeuvre his way. you don’t seem to stir nor wake.

you’ve gotten used to sukuna’s demanding voice to the point that it doesn’t scare you anymore. he smacks his lips in frustration. guess he’ll take care of his problem himself for now.

low grunts fill the spacious room—sukuna’s head lolls back against the headboard whilst two of his hands move swiftly on his now exposed cocks. his sharp eyes are focused on your body, shamelessly checking you out. from the cleavage of your breasts, your clothed cunt to your perfect parted lips; all of you is turning him on.

“fuck, can’t believe this. .” sukuna curses under his breath. he can’t believe how weak he is for you. how his cocks throb and leak drops of pre-cum from just the sight of you sleeping. fully clothed at that.

whilst one set of his hands is busy touching himself, the other reaches out to grope your body. one hand on your chest and one on your ass. of course, sukuna doesn’t pass on the opportunity of smacking the soft flesh.

“i said get up,” sukuna clicks his tongue and tries to wake you again. this time you do actually wake up. a short, inaudible whine leaving your lips. you take a few seconds to process the view in front of you; your lover with both his thick cocks out, pre-cum making the lengths glimmer under the light of the lamp.

it got you horny. immediately. you slowly crawl over between his legs, like you know just what to do. sukuna raises an eyebrow—surprised by your lack of questioning. he’s amused at how fast you took the hint.

“that’s it. you’re learning fast,” sukuna sighs deeply the moment your lips wrap around his upper dick. your small hand jerks off the lower one. both stimulations at once makes the man beneath you grunt in satisfaction.

you still are and look extremely drowsy, though your devotion to sukuna knows no bounds. even in your half-asleep state. the king of curses pats your head—a surprisingly appreciative and loving gesture that he rarely does.

you bob your head carefully, not wanting to gag too much. however, the pace you set is too slow for sukuna who’s waited way too long to fuck you. in any way.

he bucks his hips—thrusting upwards into your hot mouth. his strong hands yank at your hair, keeping you in place as he hears your muffled whimpers of protest. not that he cares; you choking on his fat cock only adds to his pleasure.

“keep it up like that. fuck, where do you want me to cum? in your little mouth? yeahh, you’d like that huh, filthy girl. you’d have to work harder for it if you’re so desperate.”

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[minswriting]

Big fan of pervert spencer 😔 rip: my sanity. Personally I like him a little bit desperate so I have a request in that spirit!!! Idk what would happen leading up to this but telling him that if he's going to get himself off to the thought of you, you'd like to watch. And by the end of it he's just begging to touch you.

nsfw | mdni | perverted spencer x reader | masturbation (m), reader watches spence jerk off

being best friends and coworkers with you, spencer found himself thinking about you quite often. for what was once innocent and loving thoughts about how much you mean to him had soon turned into everyday thoughts about your body and how much he wanted you.

he knew it wasn’t right to think of you in such a way. you’ve been his best friend since you both started at the bau and you mean so much to him. but he just couldn’t help himself. he has been deprived from physical touch almost his whole life, not hitting puberty until he was in high school/college. and now he was a man with needs. and god he needed you.

you were due to be coming over to spencer’s apartment at any moment. the two of you were going to have a movie marathon as spencer had promised you to watch all of the hunger games movies (they’re really fucking good) with you.

and yet here spencer was, in his bedroom, fisting his cock to the thought of you. his eyes were closed and his mouth was parted as he let out soft moans of your name while he jerked himself off. he couldn’t help thinking about your form and the curve of your hips. or how beautiful you would sound moaning his name.

“oh fuck,” he moaned, brushing the tip of his cock with his thumb. “y/n,” he whined, bucking his hips into his fist.

what spencer hadn’t expected was to hear a response.

“yes?” you asked, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed as you watched spencer jerk himself off.

spencer jumped, his eyes shooting open as he grabbed his blanket, trying to cover himself up. “w-what the fuck?” he asked, looking at you. his heart raced quickly as he processed the fact that you had just caught him masturbating to you.

you simply tilted your head, unable to help the small smirk on your lips. “well don’t stop on my account, spencer,” you said. “you were clearly enjoying yourself.”

“i-i-“ spencer stuttered, not able to formulate a sentence. it took him a moment to calm down as he took a deep breath and swallowed. “i-i’m sorry,” he said, looking down at himself before looking back at you. “i know i-i shouldn’t be doing this to you-“

“if you’re going to get off to me, the least you can do is let me watch,” you said, stepping into the bedroom. you walked over to the mattress, sitting on the edge just out of reach of spencer.

“you want to watch?” he whispered in disbelief.

you nodded your head, looking down at spencer’s blanket covered cock. “i want to watch,” you said before looking back at his face.

tentatively, spencer moved the blanket away, revealing his cock to you. and it must’ve been the prettiest cock you had ever seen because you were truthfully mesmerized. but what was more mesmerizing was the soft noise that escaped spencer’s lips when he began stroking himself once more.

“what do you imagine when you think of me?” you asked softly, watching as spencer slowly jerked himself off.

“i-i-uh,” spencer cut himself off to let out a small moan. “everything about you.” he answered honestly.

“be more specific.”

“your body,” spencer’s voice was thick with pleasure as he began picking up the pace. “the noises you’d make with my cock inside of you. how beautifully your face would contort with pleasure. how your tits would bounce with each thrust of my cock.” spencer’s breathing got heavier as he continued pumping himself, taking a moment to close his eyes and throw his head back.

you simply watched, squeezing your thighs together as you became turned on from the sight in front of you. “eyes on me, baby,” you commanded smoothly.

spencer let out a whimper of “oh fuck,” as he opened his eyes to look at you. his facial expression was absolutely beautiful as he bucked his hips into his fist. “wanna touch you so bad,” he whined. “please let me touch you. oh my god.”

“you wanna touch me?” you asked seductively.

spencer nodded his head, letting out an “mhm,” that sounded more like a moan. “please,” he begged. “need to touch you so bad. wanna feel you. i’m so close, please let me touch you.”

and with that, you couldn’t help but obey. you moved a bit closer to spencer, taking his free hand and guiding it underneath your shirt and to your left boob. he immediately began massaging the flesh, letting out a loud groan as his cock stiffened in his hand.

“i’m gonna cum, holy shit, i’m gonna-“ spencer moaned loudly as he began cumming, still massaging your boob as ropes of cum landed on his stomach. his head was thrown back and his mouth was parted like an “o”. you were absolutely fascinated.

let’s just say that you had let spencer do more than just massage your boobs that night.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

leehan edging himself? FANTASTIC ill have 14 of them

1/14 coming right up!!! I actually had two ideas for this one, so I’m gonna write about one here and the second one i think i'll turn into a full fic, so look out for that, nonnie <33 i feel like self-edging is a bit hard to write a drabble on, but i did it anyway, sorry if it's lacking!! i'm also sorry if this doesn’t make sense, they’re just ideas!

bsf!leehan who…

can’t stop thinking about you when he jerks off, even if he tries to push thoughts of you away

you always manage to cross his mind anyway, and the second you do, he’s cumming quicker than he’d care to admit

eventually gives in and indulges in all of his perverted fantasies of you sucking him off, riding his face, fucking him until he can’t think anymore

wants to spend more time with the image of you in his head, so he denies his own orgasms

like riwoo, i’d say he’s pretty good at holding out, not losing his mind, he’s able to stave off the first two or three orgasms easily

sometimes he doesn’t even let himself cum at all, he knows about your sassy/bratty personality well, and likes to think you’d be kinda mean to him in that way

he’s so desperate for your touch, always on edge, and when your eyes or hands linger on him a little too long, he’s using all of the energy in his body to no buck his hips up into the air

he’d be hanging over at your apartment one day, and it’s laundry day, and you're out of underwear!! you tell him with a pout :(

follows you around like a puppy on a normal day, and today isn’t any different, but when you bend over to switch your clothes over to the dryer, he can see the outline of your cunt pressing against your shorts, and he has to pinch himself so hard it bruises to prevent himself from cumming on the spot.

he swears you’re doing this on purpose, throwing him mischievous smiles when you catch him staring at you, but he can’t be sure, so he suffers in silence (definitely won’t admit that he enjoys the game you’re playing)

lingers by the laundry room even after you’ve left, and takes the opportunity to snag a pair of dirty underwear from the hamper of clothes you haven’t gotten to yet, stuffing them in his pocket and putting on his nonchalant act when he joins you on the couch again. 

spends the rest of the evening half-listening to what you’re saying bc his mind is so focused on your panties sitting in his pocket

immediately falls into bed when he gets home that night, stuffs your dirty underwear in his mouth and fucks up into his fist and he looks so stupid, bet you’d call him pathetic as you grind your clit against his nose

he spends hours like that, pulling his hand off of his cock whenever he’s close to the edge and imagining it’s you denying him

he’d whimper desperately around the cotton in his mouth when he finally gets the release he’s been chasing, and it hits him so hard he passes out

wakes up the next morning and is so embarrassed about the state he finds himself in that he doesn’t talk to you for the next four days

✧･ﾟ: *

[rottenk1sses]

Dilf art but with a bigger focus on the age gap. He feels SO guilty like he's doing something wrong even though you're both adults. Idk idk.. and maybe he gets really embarrassed with himself cos he's not like 'older bf dom daddy' and maybe even lets a quiet "mommy" slip when yall fuck and and and

cw : dilf!art, implied large age gap, choking (18+)

the guilt chews at art’s limbs like a hungry wolf. a wolf that’s so starved for sustenance that it resorts to consuming the flesh of a man as disgusting as himself.

he tries not to bully himself with the fear that he might have an intrinsically problematic attraction to younger women, but it always creeps back into his chest in the dead of night. he didn’t seek you out, he just happened to connect with you and you just happened to be young. that was all.

you’re over eighteen years old anyway, so what’s the big deal? right? it’s legal. it’s moral ethical somewhat socially accepted. so he shouldn’t let himself feel too bad.

but god, you make it worse with the way you make him feel.

it’s bad enough that he’s decades older than you are, but the fact that you make him feel like an innocent little lamb is a whole other pandora’s box of issues.

the people that can get over the age gap also seem to be the ones who can’t get over the fact that you have him wrapped around your finger. they want him to be your protector; your knight. so when they realize that he withers pathetically into the ground the second you’re nearby, they’re ready to deem the relationship ‘gross’. he thinks it’s laughable that they’d rather you have an electra complex than him be your boy-toy. but whatever.

whatever!

it’s all traditionalist bullshit.

.. but damn if it doesn’t make his insides squirm when he thinks about how objectively perverted it all is.

he even thinks about it when you’ve got him trapped underneath you, choking him with two hands wrapped around his throat as you fuck yourself on his cock. he’s still strong enough that he could easily push you off and take over, but he’d never in a million years want to do that.

he likes it underneath your pretty body. it’s where he belongs.

so he moans raggedly and brokenly when you pull another orgasm from his shaking frame, your cunning smile only fueling his pleasure as the lack of air makes his face tingle.

“that’s my boy,” you growl, rocking your hips at an agonizingly quick pace as if you’re trying to kill him, “fffuck, artie, you’re gonna make me cum again—“

your hands are off of his throat in the next second, letting him pull a hearty gulp of oxygen back into his lungs, and then you’re guiding his palms up to squeeze your tits. he keens, coughing around a hoarse whine. he’s crying. (typical.)

“fuck, fuck fuck, i’m gonna cum-!” your head tips back as the words spill from your mouth, and he uses all the strength left in his lower body to shove himself as deep as he can go, punching the spongy spot buried in your walls.

you see stars; burning waves of ecstasy coursing through your veins and lapping at your cunt from the inside out. art shudders at the way you squeeze around his length, and he grips your thighs tight because he thinks he’s about to black out.

this should be considered elder abuse.

you continue riding him through your climax, ignoring the gush of your fluids over his convulsing pelvis. your hand drags up his chest and then slides to play with his short locks.

“still with me? i’m not done with you.”

he nods up at you; brow pinched and tongue heavy in his drool-filled mouth. he can only manage two whiny, desperate words.

“yes, mommy..”

[sooniebby]

hey I just recently found your blog while scrolling through tags and I’m so in love with all your ocs (especially Yubin and mind reader’s guy) I love reading your works :) sometimes I even reread them cause they’re just so *chefs kiss*

So far, I’m really looking forward to the mind reader since there’s so much tension and it’s just such a neat idea. Just imagine if the two got paired up for a group/partner project 👀 the poor guy is going to lose his mind while the mind reader gets front row tickets to it

(not necessarily a request but you’re free to write about it if you want to!! I just wanted to mention the idea since I’ve been thinking about it a lot ever since I read about the two)

Aw thanks so much! Glad you like them, your idea is really good, I had to use it! As usual, bottom male reader. Based on this post.. added more characterization

Xavier Young.. that was the name of the pervert plaguing your thoughts. Just like right now, while you desperately tried to pay attention to the girl in front of you—talking about what part you’ll have for the group project..

But there’s just this nagging sound filling your head. Xavier.. thinking about fucking you.. again.

It was even worse this time. At the table, he sat directly across from you, practically staring you down.

‘Ah… he’s so cute. Wish he’d look at me instead of her..’

You made sure to never glance his way.

‘He was blessed with such pouty lips… shit, I wanna bite them’

You pursed your lips heavily so it was just a thin line.

‘I’ve never seen him in a short sleeved shirt.. or shorts for that matter.. shit, why’s that hotter than him just showing himself off?’

You contemplated taking off your jacket but decided you just weren’t comfortable enough to do that. Oh well, you’d just let him have that perverse thought.

“So… (Name) and Xavier can take the pictures...”

“Excuse me?”

And here you were, forced to walk around the university taking pictures with just Xavier. Standing beside him, he was tall.. he practically dwarfed you. Briefly, you thought about seeing just how much size he had compared to you.

And it seemed Xavier was thinking the same thing.. although obviously, dirtier. Much to your dismay, his thoughts were filled with fucking you in the library (gross!).

“You’re so small… this bump in your belly is from me, yeah?” His inner self said, tracing his.. much larger hand across your stomach, lightly pressing down on the obvious bump from his cock.

You wanted to kill yourself. And the fact that you.. kinda.. sorta.. wanted to know if that would actually happen if he were to fuck you.. hey, it’s just curiosity!

You tried to push his perverse thoughts away and filled your head with your own thoughts.. though they kept going back to wondering if.. everything about him was big.

Though in your head, you knew he probably just liked you for sex. Nothing more. All of his thoughts on you have been about sex—you felt a little disappointed at that but brushed it off. At least someone thought you were sexy.

You bent down for a moment to take a picture of a group of squirrels when you heard the sound of the camera going off. You looked up and Xavier was looking away with a sheepish grin on his lips.

Did he.. take a picture of you? You shook your head. No way… you pushed the thoughts away and continued taking any picture that you could from the constantly moving animals when out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Xavier take a few pictures of you before turning around to take pictures of the nearby lake.

Holy shit.. he did! You moved a bit closer, wanting to see what he was thinking when he took those photos. But he wasn’t thinking. He was totally blank. It took a moment before he thought about anything.

‘I’m so fucking hungry… hope (Name) won’t mind if we take a break..’

Sure enough, Xavier asked if you guys could get something to eat. Soon you found yourself sitting across from him as he ate his cafeteria pizza

It looked fucking disgusting.

‘This is nasty… but I’m so hungry.’

You couldn’t help your snicker from his thoughts. Xavier looked up at you and raised an eyebrow, wondering what was so funny about him eating pizza.

It was mainly silent for the rest of time. You listened randomly to other people’s thoughts as Xavier’s seemed to just be about how nasty his pizza was.

“You dating anyone?”

“Huh?”

You look over at Xavier as he wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

“Dating?”

“Uh… no. Why?”

Xavier only grinned and looked at camera, checking his photos that he took. That was the end of it but you could hear his thoughts.

‘Hm, he’s cute but I could’ve taken better ones.. ah, can’t wait to take nudes photos of him.’

You choked for a second, coughing heavily in shock. Xavier handed you his water and lightly patted your back.

‘Damn. He coughs a lot… would he cough like that if he deep throats my cock..?’

Well, his dirty thoughts were back. But you still really wondered, why the hell did he like you?

Your head was suddenly being filled with Xavier’s thoughts again. Mainly sex, of course. He seemed to really love sex in semi public areas.

In a weird idea, you listened to his fantasy closer, wanting to see how far he would go.

And.. it’s pretty far. Spanking seemed to be a favorite, judging by how he kept dreaming about spanking your ass. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it lightly to earn your little whimpers.

But, something new was a dream in what you could only assume was his bedroom. He was doing something on his computer, playing a game maybe. But you were there on his lap but not in a normal way. You were sitting on one of his legs, his muscular leg, mind you.

You were rutting your clothed cock on it, maybe chasing your own release by how loud your whines were. But he wasn’t paying you any mind. He was just playing his game. A few times, he’d look at you and look as if he’d touch your aching cock but then just go back to his game.

It was like you were using him but even then he was in control.

And you liked that. Even though it was just a dream, you felt your real cock twitch in your jeans. Fuck, another boner.

“Liked it?” Xavier suddenly asked.

You looked up at him in shock, noticing just how close he was to you now. You parted your lips to ask what the hell he was talking about when he shamelessly pressed his hand against your growing boner, earning a gasp from you.

You couldn’t even control yourself as you bit your lip tightly to muffle your moans. Xavier’s hand so easily engulfed your cock, teasing it slowly. It was like he was trying to wake it up even more.. and you could only think about someone accidentally seeing this and the fact you wanted him to continue.

He leaned down and pressed his lips close your ears, to make sure only you heard what he had to say.

“I said… did you like it? It was really hard to think of a dream you’d like.. but I’m glad you like me being in control. It’s certainly my favorite.”

Mother fucker… he… he knows you could read his mind?!

Just who the fuck was this guy?

Heheh~ how was that? I wasn’t sure if i should go through with it but i think i like this turn of events. Sorry if this wasn’t as smut heavy, don’t worry, the next part will be 🤭

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[yanderemommabean]

Sooo thinking about gojo who is watching reader through a secret cam everyday. He acts like the sweetest, goofiest guy ever but he is worse.

Gojo just adores when you try to lie to him. It’s a sick thrill he gets, really, knowing what you’re actually up to but asking you to your face regardless, watching as you lie so smoothly through your teeth. He’ll ask what you were up to the night before, maybe even when you decide to “head to bed early” to check in on you, and you lie, say you were tired, say you needed some time to think about work and the upcoming projects. 

He knows what you really do though. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to see it to, like you two are bonded in this sense as you share your most intimate fantasies. 

The cameras don’t lie, he watches with perverted and rapt attention when he sees the footage of you beginning to slide your cute night shorts down. A bit earlier than your usual nights but if he’s right, last night's indulgence was  more to relieve stress than being horny. What a shame…See if you’d let him into your home, into your arms, he’d make sure that stress would be milked out of you session after session. He has quite the stamina you know? 

That was earlier this morning when he spent a bit longer getting ready, watching you and your seductive ritual. Now he’s with the group, wondering if any of them know what a needy little minx you actually are, and if they do know, they won’t be around much longer. 

He wets his lips, watching your mouth move as you speak to him about what you were going over last night, but all he can picture is how you throw your head back, how your moans sound when desperate and reaching that peak, wondering what you taste like, what you feel like, how you’d claw his back and beg for him to pump you full of his spend so you never forget how he loves you, and how you belong only to him. 

“Gojo did you hear me?” “Hmm? Yeah, just thinking it over is all” He comments casually, watching as the others roll their eyes, not believing a word. 

You do the same, just more playfully, going back to telling the story of what happened at the gas station last night before you got home. Interesting for sure, it’s not everyday that a fight that big breaks out and it isn’t even curse related, but all he can picture is how your ass looks when you’re on all fours and fingering yourself within an inch of your life, arching and moaning, taunting him to just break his vow and his code. 

Honestly, you're a cruel tease, and you don’t even know it. Gojo wants so badly to sink his teeth into your skin, mark everywhere from that tender neck to your sensitive thighs and especially that delicious ass of yours. 

He has to will the blood away, feeling his cock filling out and trying to stand erect in his pants.It’ll be fine, when he gets home he’ll just switch to the live feed and watch you, be you lounging around in those sleep pants, cooking and being a cute little chef, or blessing him with yet another show with your body completely bare to his hungry and starving gaze. 

“Ugh, Lunch breaks over huh? Well I’ll catch you guys later” Gojo says, standing up and making sure his glasses were perched better on his nose. Oh he wouldn’t waste a second of watching you walk away, that smile, those hips, those legs-They’re all something he wants to claim. 

Most importantly, he wants to claim you. And he’s getting there. Maybe he can convince you to accept yet another gift of his? A cute little shower soap holder shaped like a turtle, that of course, does a bit more than bring the room together. 

(-Mommabean. Hi! I hope you enjoyed!)

[atzloverr]

Wooyoung NSFW alphabet

minors DNI!!!! hope you enjoy!

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

He’ll absolutely smother you with kisses all over your face and neck. Sometimes, he’ll even start making out which you, which sometimes leads to round 2.

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

He loves your neck and shoulders, so he’ll gladly mark you all over to remind everyone that you’re in fact taken by him. He loves resting his head in the crook of your neck as you cuddle on the couch. He loves the feeling of being so close to you, while also giving you featherlight kisses.

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

Wooyoung loves making you cum as many times as he possibly can, and he just loves the taste of your juices on his tongue. He also loves to cum all over you, be it your face, chest or stomach.

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

He’s obsessed with lewd pictures (or videos) of you. He practically begs you to send him dirty pictures, so he has some content to jerk off to when you’re not together. (He would never force you to send anything of course)

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

I believe that Woo is actually really experienced, and he absolutely knows what he’s doing in bed. He’s had many previous partners before you, but he won’t judge if you’re not experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves it when you ride him. Seeing your face as you bounce up and down, it’s addictive for him. Whether he’s dominant or submissive that time, he always wants you on top of him.

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

Wooyoung’s such a brat, and such a tease too. So you’ll definitely see him smiling and laughing during the act. To him, sex is something that should be fun.

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

Woo keeps his downstairs pretty neatly shaved. He likes the look of having little to no hair, but will sometimes let it grow if he doesn’t find the time to shave.

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

I don’t think he’s that romantic during the act, but afterwards he might slip out an ‘I love you’ in between sloppy kisses. He obviously knows sex is intimate, and he doesn’t take it lightly, but he still finds it more fun than serious.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As mentioned earlier, he’ll preferably do it to a picture of you, but if that’s not possible, you’ll be the only thing on his mind. He’ll desperately rut into a pillow (maybe even your pillow) and imagine it’s you that he’s humping into. He feels like a pervert when he smells your worn clothes as he quickly pumps his dick.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s a bit of an exhibitionist, so he enjoys semi-public sex. He shamelessly gets off to the risk of someone walking in on the two of you, so he’ll gladly take you in a dressing room, elevator or one of your friends’ bathrooms. He loves the thrill of having to be quiet so no one hears you, but the next day he’ll proudly show off the marks you left on him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

While he does enjoy doing it in risky places, nothing beats your own house. He’ll doesn’t care if it’s in the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom or living room, as long as it’s in your shared home, the two of you can be as loud as you want. He loves hearing your sounds, so he doesn’t want to miss the chance to hear your sweet moans.

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

Wearing revealing clothes immediately turns him on. It doesn’t matter if it’s you who’s wearing them or him, he loves it either way. When he catches your eyes traveling to his bare chest, or when his eyes linger on your bare thighs, he finds it hard to ignore the hard-on in his pants.

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

He’ll refuse to do anything cnc related. He wants to have the comfort of your full consent, and gets uncomfortable of the thought of a cnc scenario. He wants you screaming ‘yes’, not ‘no’.

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

I think he equally likes receiving and giving. It all depends on his mood. He’ll beg you to sit on his face, and will make any excuse to get in between your thighs as often as possible. He will however never decline a blowjob from you. He loves 69 because of this. Getting the pleasure of your mouth around him, while also giving you pleasure??? He’s sold.

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

Wooyoung likes to fuck you with a fast pace, and honestly, he finds it hard to go slow when he’s deep inside you. The feeling is so addictive, that his hips practically move on their own. He’ll whimper and whine if you ever decide to ride him slowly, holding his body down to make sure he doesn’t thrust up to you in desperation.

“Ah~ please just a little faster!!” Wooyoung begs as you slowly rock your hips on top of him. You shove your fingers inside his mouth to shut him up. “Patience,” you smile sinisterly.

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

Since he loves doing it in risky places, he actually enjoys quickies. It’ll never compare to your long sessions, but it definitely gets him going anyways. Sometimes, he’ll just want you to help him get off before you get out of the house, so a quick handjob is the perfect solution!

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

As mentioned earlier, YES!!! He’ll not take any risks where the two of you could get hurt, but he loves the risk of someone hearing you or seeing you. He’ll gladly do it by your window, giving the neighbors a nice view. Scenario:

“Come on Wooyoung, we can’t do this right now,” you giggled as your boyfriend pulled you into a nearby room. You were having dinner at his friend’s house, and he had desperately pulled you away. He didn’t need to explain anything as he placed your hand over his hard cock through his pants. You cupped his erection as he whimpered silently. “Please baby,” he looked up at you with puppy eyes. “I’ll be quiet!” he promised, winking cutely.

You sighed in defeat and started unbuttoning his pants. “Alright,” you said as you started feeling him through his boxers. You had a hard time believing he would keep his promise about being quiet, but you couldn’t stand to feel his hand gripping your thigh under the table for much longer.

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

Wooyoung’s stamina is great, but I think he gets pretty sleepyy after the first round. Sometimes, he’s up to a second one, if he’s feeling extra horny. If it comes to just pleasuring you however, his stamina never seems to end.

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

He loves vibrators. You were baffled when you first saw his collection. Vibrating butt plugs, nipple clamps and cock rings, and that’s just the beginning. He can cum within minutes when you put a vibrator against his aching tip. It’s the perfect tool if you ever feel like edging him over and over again <3.

He’ll of course repay the favor, and either edge or overstimulate you with a vibrator. He’ll gently coo as you whine in desperation. “Oh, baby I’m sorry for not letting you cum. Here let’s try that again…”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing you is an everyday job for Woo. He’ll touch everywhere but where you most need it. He’ll whisper dirty things in your ear while rubbing your thighs, just to leave you to “go to the bathroom”. He also lives for when you tease him. When he aches for you but you refuse to give him what he needs. “You should’ve watched your tongue earlier, baby,” you whisper before leaving him flustered and horny.

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

Wooyoung’s LOUD. He has a really hard time holding back his high pitched moans when you give him pleasure. He whimpers and whines desperately, even when on top. He’s the loudest when you overstimulate him. He’ll whine and moan and almost scream at the intense pleasure if you make him cum more than once.

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

He’s the biggest brat out there. It’s a huge challenge to tame him, but you were strong-minded enough to do it. When he finally gives in he’s a sloppy mess, begging for you to touch him and give him what he needs. He loves the fight of dominance between the two of you, and equally loves being on top or bottom.

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

I really have a hard time saying exact inches, but I think Woo’s average down there. It’s on the longer and thinner side, but not exactly huge.

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

He has a high sex drive and gets easily horny. If you’re not feeling up to it, finding it hard to keep up with his horniness, he’ll gladly put on a show and touch himself in front of you. He’ll look you in the eye as he humps his hand. If he’s really desperate he’ll ask to fuck your thighs or your hand, but only if you’re up to it of course.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He gets pretty sleepy after the deed, and wants to snuggle you to sleep. You’ll sometimes have to drag him out of bed to take a shower, and even when you shower together, his eyelids flutter close as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

masterlist

Hope you enjoyed!!!

Requests are open! (which member should I do next???)

[sea-lanterns]

Ei and Mavuika bullying their worshipper 😭😭 They’re like “you sound so cute when you’re so desperate for release” BUT THEY JUST GOT HERE LIKE?? How do you know and how did you hear me??

“Unless… my archons are secret perverts and were listening to me outside the door!”

The lady archons listening to their worshipper during their theorizing and finding it hilarious that they can’t figure it out and are getting all twisted trying to do so. Until one day… it doesn’t get to be as funny anymore as the worshipper decides to test some theories.

At one point it escalates to where worshiper is testing them being able to hear them mentally ‘praying’ while the archons are doing public duties so the two of them can’t just scurry off with worshiper in tow.

The brief EYE CONTACT when the archons shoot a look towards their worshipper that’s in the crowd or something and are like “really?” and worshipper only doubles down with the mental ‘praying’. Like the worshipper isn’t doing anything other than thinking. Just sitting there like an obedient worshipper.

Or maybe the archons don’t even react so worshipper is thinking, by the end of it, that their theory was wrong (they weren’t).

LMAO the little worshipper testing her limits by silently “praying” (moaning) to herself while she meditates and making Ei and Mavuika do a double take when they first hear it 😭

It’s even more amusing if you’re doing this right in front of them in public too. On the surface, you appear to be just a worshipper closing her eyes and praying to your gods, but on the inside you’re mentally picturing and begging Ei/Mavuika to bend you over the pedestal and fuck you where you sat. The lewd noises and erotic imagery seep into Ei and Mavuika’s thoughts, and soon they have to try and hide their “arousal” the more they hear what you try to pray for…

Oh how amusing it is to get back at your gods, watching them grit their teeth and clench their thighs, trying to hide how wet or hard they are. You may be snickering now, smiling as you finally cracked your theory as to how they always know when you’re touching yourself, but Ei and Mavuika are keen on getting back at you the moment night falls.

They’ve been too generous to you, it seems. The gods must punish you for abusing your power, so expect them to be very, very angry with you…

[worldheadcanons]

Stalker AU ask!!!! How about the object of their obsession affection just flat out ignoring them for a while, like to the point of making them uncomfortable...

☆ stalkertalia: you ignoring them!

requested by @yandere-dark-cupid! gender neutral reader. starring . . . america, canada, england, & italy. warning for stalking, minor nsfw in alfred’s part, & general violence. fandom masterlist found here.

📌 . . . author notes: using this as a way to introduce a new character to the cast :). i have big plans for mr italy ngl. him & arthur are currently the only ones who also actively interact with reader outside of stalking. enjoy! also, i want to do a sort of game — can anyone guess how reader & italy know each other outside of stalking? i’d love to hear any guesses!

alfred f. jones!

— you’re ignoring him. why? is it because alfred kept whining over the phone, pretending to be present when really he was holding his dick in his hands, thinking of you bent over? he can’t help his sex drive, babe, he’s just a guy. it’s not his fault, especially when you were looking so good through your bedroom window. just pick up the phone. c’mon… pick it up. pick up.

— he doesn’t do well with you denying him attention. really, he likes to think he’s in control but he’s not. whenever you take away your attention, your voice on the other end of the phone, it’s a brutal reality check for him. jones first blames you. you’re being irrational, you’re being unfair! but then he blames himself. he’s overwhelmed you, he’s scared you off. he doesn’t know what to do, how to “win you back”.

— he eventually leaves you a long voicemail with something surprising inside: an apology. his voice is more genuine, more sincere as he half-pleads for forgiveness. alfred goes on about how he misses the blessing of your voice, how he’ll be less perverted, he promises. just pick up his calls soon, please. “i really, really do love you. it kills me not to talk to you. i’m sorry — just consider picking up, next time. i’ll behave, i will. okay, um. i love you, please pick up. bye.”

— you listen to it a couple days after he leaves it. partly because you were trying to ignore him and partly because you forgot about your voicemails. your head tells you to keep ignoring him but his desperate pleas pull at your heartstrings… when he calls that same day (as he’s done multiple times everyday since you’ve started ignoring him) you decide to finally answer.

— “oh, baby,” he coos softly as soon as you pick up, “god how i’ve missed your voice..” it’s almost cute, how his words comes out with a soft, tender affection woven into them. he apologizes once again before giving a light sigh of relief. “i thought i’d lost you,” he admits with a sort of empty laugh.

— you may think of it as a sweet line but really it’s heavily veiled threat. you’re lucky he didn’t take more drastic measures for your attention. trust me, he definitely thought about it — apologizing was not his first idea. and to think all you did was ignore him for a good week or two…

matthew williams!

— williams figures you’re just pulling one of your little stunts. every now and then you’d block his numbers (the ones you knew) and pretend to be either unbothered by or disinterested in him. it’s annoying when you do this but not at all a roadblock for him. phone calls are just one of the many methods he uses to feel close to you.

— he still watches you, still follows you to and from work when he can… he’s always so close to you, the phone calls don’t even matter. they’re just a nice addition to his life. his stalking you didn’t start with the phone calls and it won’t end with it either. he’s got enough photos, recordings, etc etc.. matthew lives off of a stockpile of material he keeps close to the sort of shrine in his house that’s dedicated to you.

— he still calls, of course, waiting for you to pick up again. you always give in after a while, which lets williams know that you’re curious about him at least (though he gets the feeling you’re interested in him and just bratty). your phone rings just as much as it did before. no more, no less. he’s cool, calm, and content while waiting.

— one day, you seem to come to your senses and respond to his call. he smiles to himself. it’s almost funny how predictable you could be. he has half a mind to tease you about your sorry return to him but he opts to be kind this time.

— “i knew you’d be back,” matthew murmurs, “you need me. you know you do. but i need you too. let’s not do this again, okay? now, how was your day?”

— he wasn’t lying — he does need you. just not as much as you need him. you’d managed to ignore him for only a month before you came back to him. he’ll have to figure out a way to get you back faster, though. like i said, it’s annoying when you ignore him. william’s only doing what’s best for you, watching over you like this.

arthur kirkland!

— why are you ignoring him? did he come on too strong, was he too sappy? did he creep you out? overwhelm you? he doesn’t have a schedule, sure, so maybe you’re just busy… but, he knows you’re not busy with work since he works with you. so what could you be busy with? a boyfriend, maybe? god, he hopes not.

— the more you ignore his calls, the more often he calls. he even calls you from the men’s bathroom once or twice, nervously biting his lip and then the tips of his nails until he hears the sound of you sending his call to voicemail — “fuck!” his voice is heard throughout the room but your office is a floor lower. you haven’t a single clue your stalker’s so close. arthur’s insecure; he thinks you’re moving on or something similar. can you blame him for feeling possessive, feeling needy? look at you! you’re everything. he wants to be something to you, he really does.

— since you won’t respond to his calls, he’ll just have watch you... to and from work, the grocery store, and even as you carried boxes out of a stranger’s house (how odd). he’s watching as much as he can. and suddenly, he takes a lot more photos, too. if your presence is as fleeting as your voice… he’ll need the photos. not for anything crass, of course. he’s a gentleman at heart. your presence brings comfort, though, and without your voice he needs a substitute to help ease the ache in his chest.

— finally, by the grace of god, you pick up on one of his calls. he lets out a gasp, thanking you over and over for finally picking up. he apologizes again and again until you interrupt him with some explanation — you were busy helping a close friend move out — fuck! how did he not think of that? he’d even watched you moving boxes the other day!

— “ah.. well... i missed you,” he says quietly, “i really did miss you… i was worried about you. maybe next time you could give me a warning, when you’re going to be busy. of course, you don’t have to, love. but i’d really, really appreciate it…”

— it was barely even a week without your voice, and look how needy you’ve made him. it’s definitely for the best that you don’t ignore him again. if he’s this clingy now, imagine him after a month!

feliciano vargas!

— he’s only just started to call you. of course, you wouldn’t pick up the first time. or the third or.. sixth… or even the fifteenth! vargas knew it wouldn’t be easy for him; you’re a smart cookie, after all. it’s part of why he likes you so much. you’re almost like a challenge for him to win. a spirit for him to break, a sort of beauty that he feels he must conquer.

— he’s not patient, though. in fact, he’s quite needy. but he tries to be patient for you. isn’t that romantic? he tries his best not to throw his phone at the ground as you ignore his call for the umpteenth time. sometimes, however, feliciano gives in to his own immaturity, smashing his phone to bits while crying. you’re just so damn stubborn, it’s frustrating!

— don’t worry, he’s back soon enough with a brand new phone and a brand new number. vargas has got enough money to several new phones. really, he’s got enough to build you a house right beside his own. he would, if you wanted it. he would, if you picked up the damn phone.

— eventually, you pick up. that’s the thing feliciano does well, if nothing else: wearing people down. not to mention the fact that when you complain to him about the mysterous calls, he encourages you to respond. he bats his eyelashes, suggesting that maybe it’s an old friend or a relative with a new number. you should answer, just once. just for the hell of it, he says, pushing you to answer the calls. live a little, he adds, knowing you haven’t a clue that he’s the one behind them.

— “ah, i knew you’d answer one day,” vargas almost sings into the phone. finally. “it’s nice to hear your voice, tesoro. who am i? your soulmate… oh, you want to know my name?.. i’ll be keeping that a secret, for now, okay? how about.. you pick up my next call… and i’ll send you those new books you’ve been eyeing, hm? i promise i’m good for it, mio bellissimo amore*.*”

— great, now you’ve got a stalker. but it isn’t all bad, really. you shift positions on your small bed, humming. if you play your cards right, you could get some free books out of the guy.

☆ TRANSLATIONS.

— *”tesoro” means darling. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral.

— *”mio belissimo amore” should translate to “my beautiful love.” again, masculine form because it’s more gender neutral.

[dayseternal-blog]

Do you know any Naruhina fanfic where they are friends and benefit 

Yep! One of my favorite tropes, so I've collected quite a list now!

Friends with Benefits NaruHina

These are ones I'm not sure if I've recommended before:

"Cruel Winter" by madglow - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Hinata confessed to Naruto during the Rinne-Festival and had her heartbroken. Eight years later they suddenly find themselves entangled in a torrid dance. Angst warning.

"Under the Sheets" by Nilaf - Rated M, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. We really shouldn't be doing this. We're roommates, and things can get complicated...

"Something More" by blossomdreams -Rated M, Modern AU, One-shot. Naruto and Hinata have a friends with benefits agreement that works well for both of them or so they thought.

"Friends with Benefits" from "Tales of the Seventh Hokage and the Byakugan Hime" by @thestrangeryoucanget - Rated E, Modern AU, One-shot. Naruto was having a hot debate with his consciousness.

"friends with benefits au" by @jadeandonyx - Rated M, College AU, One-shot. It all started out innocently. So, so innocently.

This next one is crazy lol -

"The First" by Emerald-Words - Rated M, Modern AU, One-shot. She was his first everything and yet, at the time, they were just friends.His curiostiy ruined them. Ruined her. But was it all hopeless?

Here are the ones I know I've recommended in the past!

“Hinata (Sweet)” from “Chicken Ramen for the Pervert’s Soul” by @wickermayne - Rated E, A/B/O AU, One-shot. They had an arrangement. Hinata would take care of Naruto’s ruts and Naruto would take care of Hinata’s heats. As if it were something as clinical as that…just treatment. Yeah right.

“Limited Strings Attached” by @nonawaaa - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Two-shot. Playing in the field of love, friendship and sex. Pure sex, with limited strings attached.

“Territorial” by @bunny-hoodlum - Rated M, High school AU, Multi-chapter, Complete.  When Hinata takes advantage of Naruto’s desperation for love, they’re both a little too much for the other to handle. Angst warning.

“A Special Friend” by agitosgirl - Rated E, Canon-divergent AU, One-shot. Yes, quiet, humble, heiress Hinata Hyuga and loudmouth hero Naruto Uzumaki were friends with benefits. (This one inspired my “Nightdreams” fic)

“Friends with benefits” by @schnikschnack - Rated T, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, ongoing.  When Hinata notices that her coworker lacks his usual energy, he confides that he just lost his sex buddy.  So Hinata offers to help. A small angst warning.

“Friends with Benefits” by @sharigone - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Short One-shot. It started off with something that would protect them both from getting hurt and ended up being something more. What were they to begin with?

“if this is love (why does it hurt?)” by ClairvoyantDreamer1011 - Rated M, Friends with benefits Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Hinata knew many things about Naruto Uzumaki. She knew that his heated glances meant ‘I want you’; that lingering touches whispered ‘please’, and that the sight of his back to her screamed 'leave’. But she couldn’t tell you what they were to each other for the life of her. Angst warning.

Here's the one I wrote:

“Nightdreams” - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Friends with benefits; Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war.

Happy reading! If anyone knows of more, please add on!

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Look What You Made Me Do | Step Dad!Negan | Dark Oneshot

Summary: Negan’s there to welcome home his step-daughter after her first date, but he doesn’t like what she chose to wear, and decides to show her what the consequences of dressing like a slut might be. 

Rating: 18+ (Dark smut)

Pairing(s): Step Dad!Negan x Step Daughter!Rachel

WARNINGS: non con, forced sex, step-incest, dirty talking, p in v, daddy kink, forced blowjob, slapping, victim blaming, forced loss of virginity, mentions of blood, crying during sex, pain

WC: ± 2K A/Ns: This was commissioned by the lovely @ruewritesstuff, and it almost made me feral. So enjoy &lt;3

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Negan’s fingers bounce on the arm of the couch as he watches the time, the second hand on the clock ticking around, the minute hand drawing closer and closer to the twelve. The house is practically silent, not that he’d hear his wife from where he’s sitting, anyway. Their house is fairly large, and there are about four doors closed between them right now. He’d encouraged her to go to bed after her fifth yawn sitting beside him, and he knew it would be a matter of minutes before she was knocked out on the Xanax she needs to take to help her sleep. He’d insisted he could wait up until her daughter returned home from her date, but now he’s growing impatient. 

He hadn’t been there, still stuck in work when whatever college boy showed up to take his eighteen year old step-daughter on a date. What business has some college boy got with her, anyway? Negan’s fairly sure she’s a virgin, and she’s not had a boyfriend that he’s been aware of in the two years he’s been in her life. But then Negan scoffs to himself. Of course a college boy would be interested in a naive, virgin senior. Even Negan finds himself interested. But that’s different, because he’s older and wiser, and he can protect her from all the boys that wanna fuck her and leave her heart broken. The thought of someone taking her innocence away and not even having the common decency to call her back makes his skin crawl. Though, if Negan’s truly honest with himself, maybe that’s just the jealousy talking. What he wouldn’t give to be the one to take her innocence, and he’ll be fucked off if some frat boy beats him to it. 

He hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months. His wife hasn’t shown an interest since she half assed giving him a handjob on his birthday, and the longer he goes only thinking about sinking his cock into someone as tight and warm as his little girl, the more desperate he is for relief. He would go out and find some random slut to fuck, but he wants to save himself for her, just like she’s been saving herself for him; she just doesn’t know it yet. 

Negan’s attention is once again drawn to the clock, and he notices that it’s eleven PM on the dot, and as if on cue, he hears the rumble of a car engine and rises to his feet to see a guy opening his passenger door, and Rachel climbing out of it. She looks good in the mini skirt and shirt she decided to wear, her red hair tied up as Negan imagines wrapping it around his fist as she chokes on his cock, and he grunts when the guy takes her hand and walks her up the garden path to the front door. Negan stalks to the door and opens it just before they can kiss, and he’s secretly elated with his timing, and far less impressed with theirs. 

“You’re late,” he grunts out, and Rachel blushes, clearing her throat. 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. 

“It’s my fault, sir, I didn’t realize the time, we were star gazing.” 

Negan’s nose crinkles at the very idea of Rachel and this boy laying on some shitty picnic blanket looking up at some fucking stars like they’re in some rom com, bet the pervert even tried to get his hand up her skirt. Maybe he even succeeded, and just the thought has Negan slamming the door in the boy’s face the second Rachel crosses the threshold. 

“I’m not even five minutes late,” Rachel argues, narrowing her blue eyes at him. 

“I don’t fucking care, late is late,” he growls, noticing her lipstick is far more faded than it probably should be, and he wonders if she wore it off by kissing that low-life, or maybe even worse; sucking his cock. “What the fuck are you even wearing? You look like a whore.” 

Rachel looks down her body and tugs on the hem of her skirt, only blushing more violently, and she swallows thickly. 

“Mom said I look nice,” she mumbles, looking around as if to seek out her mother. 

“Well your Mom doesn’t fucking care if you get fucking raped in the back of some college boy’s shitty Sedan then, does she?” 

“Callum wasn’t like that,” Rachel insists, stubbornly. “He didn’t even kiss me.” 

“Yeah fucking right,” Negan scoffs. “Look at the fuckin’ state of you,” he growls, reaching out to smear her lipstick some more. “Bet you sucked his cock the whole fucking ride home.” 

“What?” Rachel blinks, shaking her head as horror washes over her face at the very accusation. “No, nothing like that happened, I’m still a virgin.” 

“Mhm,” Negan nods, pretending to believe her, the idea that she might not be only making him angrier. “Of course you fucking are. You think you can fuckin’ lie to me?” 

“I’m not lying, Negan, I swear,” she whimpers, tears filling her eyes. “This was only our first date… my first date,” she explains. 

“Well if you didn’t fuck him you were still fuckin’ asking for it,” Negan accuses. “Weren’t you?” He prompts, making her shake her head. “Of course you were, look at you,” he goads, reaching forward, playing with the slightly open neckline of her shirt. “Your tits are fucking hanging out, and your skirt is so fucking short, I can nearly see your panties, if you’re even wearing any.” 

He can’t help himself from lifting her skirt to find out for sure, and sure enough he can see simple white cotton panties, and she whimpers, pressing her thighs together. Instantly, his cock begins to harden, and he resists the very real urge to tear the cotton from her body and bend her over the couch, fucking into her so hard she’ll feel him for days. Maybe he should do that, maybe then she’ll think twice about letting some random boy take her out. 

“Do you even fucking know what you’re doing?” he asks. “Do you fucking know all those thoughts you put into men’s heads when you dress like this?” Rachel weakly shakes her head, and Negan’s cock only throbs harder. He reaches for her hand and instantly presses it against his crotch. “This. This is what you fucking do to us. Do you think I want to be this fucking hard for my own step-daughter?” Rachel’s tears now stream down her cheeks as she shakes her head and her hand trembles beneath his. “No, of course I fucking don’t, but you don’t fucking care about that, do you? You just want to wear your slutty little clothes, and it’s gonna get you into real fucking trouble one day, sweetheart. Maybe I should teach you a lesson. On your fucking knees.” 

Rachel is now crying aloud as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, and Negan wastes no time freeing his aching cock from his jeans, reaching down to once again take her hand and force her to wrap it around his cock. He works her hand up and down his shaft to show her what to do, but quickly realizes she won’t do it unaided, so he keeps his hand wrapped around hers. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she begins to sob, and Negan grunts at the feeling of her skin on his, and the sound of ‘Daddy’ on her lips like that’s going to save her. But the name only turns him on more. 

“You fuckin’ will be,” he promises, “Open that mouth.” She whines, squeezing her eyes shut, and Negan instantly reaches forward and tugs her hair hard, slapping her across the face, making her cry out in pain. “I said open that fucking mouth.” 

With a shaky jaw, Rachel complies, and he wastes no time pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking into the back of her throat, making her gag and splutter around him, spit already indignantly dribbling down her chin and front as it mixes with her tears. 

“Look what you made me do,” he snarls, gasping for breath with each punch at the back of her throat. Fuck, this feels better than he could’ve imagined. “This is all your fault and you fuckin’ know it.” 

Rachel continues to cry, but the sound of it only seems to stir Negan on more, his cock throbbing between her lips, and when he pulls back completely she gasps and splutters for air, dry heaving. 

“Time to find out if you were fucking lying,” Negan tells her, yanking her to her feet by her arm, shoving her over to the couch as she stumbles. He spins her around and forces her to bend over the arm of the couch, throwing her skirt over her ass, seeing that the white cotton panties are actually a thong, and her round, bare ass is right there for him. 

“Rachel,” he tuts, disappointment dripping off of his tongue. “Who the fuck do you think you are wearing panties like this, hm? You think you’re a big fucking girl, don’t you?” 

Rachel doesn’t reply, she just continues to cry, and Negan eagerly pulls the material to one side, exposing her pink, unused pussy, all tight and closed up, yet to be ruined or spoiled by anyone. He’s going to be the first, and if he gets his way, the last, too.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asks, looking at the back of her head for any sign of a reply. She doesn’t reply, which gives him his answer. “Have you fucked yourself with toys before? I bet a fucking whore like you has toys.” She shakes her head ‘no’ this time. “Fingers?” Another shake of her head tells Negan everything he needs to know. “Poor baby girl, you have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 

Negan spits on his fingers and roughly pushes them between her folds, forcing them inside her as she screams, and he rushes to cover her mouth with his free hand. Not that her mother will hear her through all those walls and Xanax. Such a shame. He forcibly fucks into her cunt with his fingers, scissoring them in a bid to open her up just enough to take his cock, but he’s doubtful he’s going to fit without a lot of force. He’s still willing to try, though. He spits onto his cock, once again spitting on his fingers too, spreading the wet around her slightly opened hole. 

“No, no no no,” Rachel starts to panic, reaching back to push him away, but Negan’s strong enough to have her trapped there, and even when she tries to stand back up, he only has to push down on her back to get her to double over once again. “Please don’t, please, I’m a virgin, Daddy, please,” she begs. 

“Imagine this was Callum, hm?” he reminds her, teasing the tip of his cock against her tight opening, wondering if he’s going to manage to get inside. He pushes forward, making her scream once again, his hand once more silencing her. “It could’ve been. Could’ve fucking raped you on his backseat. Dropped you home with his cum dripping down your fucking legs and never called you again. You would’ve been just some dumb fucking whore he got to fuck,” he snarls, getting inch by inch inside her slowly. Blood smears over his length and he smirks at the sight, happy to have taken his little girl’s virginity. “You’re fuckin’ lucky it’s me, sweetheart,” he tells her. “You’re fucking lucky it’s someone who loves you.” 

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[umathurwin]

My perfect Rafe and Kie dynamic would resemble the song Real men by Mitski, where obviously Kiara is “Real men” and Rafe is “little boy” in the song. If the writers pair them up next season they should imo have Kie adopt ward like persona (not to far her true self) flipping out over spit milk and berating him with her usual self righteousness, even a lil hypocrisy. Also she should want to kill groff (that should be her goal I hope the pates don’t pussy out) but obviously her main gripe with Rafe is the fact that he’s a murderer -  just makes for a fun dynamic. Can you imagine Rafe spending the past 2 years trying to cosplay Ward but he’s left to play his old role/ reduced to brawn but now the position of your father is better played by hopefully an unhinged maybe cruel kie. It could lead to a very cathartic moment between the two where they lay all the cards on the table. Kiara imo has been such a stagnant character for the past 3 seasons, most kie lore we get is in s1 such wasted potential for a character who’s introduces as having they’re foot between 2 world and allegedly been suicidal. Also how have her parents sent her to one of those crazy unregulated behavioural correction facilities with no resolution, her parent kicked her out immediately with out a word in the start of s4 and were suddenly team pogue in pt2. The writers just hate writing consequences like 4 diff treasures in 4 seasons to avoid them and Rafe was mild af about wards death. 

If we’re to believe the jiaras that their ship is the best, Kie shouldn’t just mope in s5 but display righteous anger towards JJ’s death and want to kill groff. I mean JJ was unarmed and surrendering, groff did that out of pure spite. But those fans think it would be out of character because of her imo very shallow underdeveloped views, like yeah she’s anti gun and killing who isn’t but she’s always throwing hands lol they need to stop acting like she’s a pacifist. Why do jjiara want this show should be a fairytale without mess where Kie and all the women should be a perpetual damsels or agony aunts. Kiara is the only og pogue without their own season she desperately needs character development as she’s  basically a glorified extra/ cardboard cutout, if that mean her regressing and finding her way back so be it.

Also a much needed change in her character would make sense given the current circumstances, I mean they keep touting Kie as this ‘hippie’ who has these esoteric beliefs like karma and the sanctity of life. Now imagine her disillusion with these beliefs knowing someone she thought of as good who’s been dealt a bad hand in life has died unjustly. Hello!! What is more interesting than her perverting her views and bend her humanist ideals to fit wanting to murder groff, in fact she’d believe she’s doing good and dishing justice. For instance, people are religious and political all the time but they also come up with loopholes within the belief systems to allow them to get away with being a human/hypocrite. I hope she kills groff by ep 3 then they give us therapy sessions, angst between the pogues and eventually reconciliation. Heck give her a love interest from group therapy something interesting im bored with these lackluster interactions. While I like riara I don’t see it as an endgame, because I think from Kiara’s prospective he’d be her rock bottom, like represent the darkest, nastiest side of her.  The best part of riara imo is the journey between A (being strangers) to B (established relationship with pda🤮), basically the teasing, will they won’t they tension where you don’t know if they kill each other or kiss. Imo they don’t work as a domestic pair unless Rafe is unrealistically nerfed (which he kinda is with Sofia). I want something real and interesting. And I actually like kie and want her to have a happy if not hopeful ending without OC Rafe.

omg i really love this, i really like the highlighting of what kiara initially felt was her unshakeable views on humanity, forgiveness, and growth… then watching her self-manipulate into believing she’s still doing the right thing. this is her season and we have at least 10 episodes for her to spiral and claw her way back up

kie has a long way to go but rafe has further. the writers want to fix him, we can tell, but they’re wasting time with the sexy lamp when he needs to be facing his problems head on— atoning for what he did to pope and sarah, mostly. in a totally realistic sense, i suppose i agree with the idea that kiarafe can’t be endgame— the writers just aren’t equipped to do so effectively. they’ll either botch it by rushing the relationship, or leave everyone unsatisfied by having them heal in ways no one was asking for, ways that benefit no one. like turning your crazed villain into a goofy simp with no thoughts in his head, or pushing your lead female character into a fanmade relationship she canonically never wanted

i do believe in a fantasy world where they’re able to kill two birds with one stone since these two are the ones with unfinished story arcs and they’ve been hinting at the tension since day 1, and i do think it can be done without ripping rafe OOC or cutting corners on their growth, but we’re gonna need some tumblr users in the writers room if we want that to happen smh

[calypso-apologist]

May I ask for NSFW alphabet for Calypso? (No worries if not lol, do whatever you’re comfortable with)

i guess it's time to show just how unwell i am about her (also i am making this very self indulgent so this is very much aimed more towards my fellow lesbians)

Calypso NSFW Alphabet ♡

Template by @/the-coldest-goodbye.

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

Cuddly. Desperately cuddly.

She clings to you, squeezes you tightly, as if you'd disappear if she loosened her grip even a little bit. She loves you so much, she cannot bear the idea of you disappearing. Of being alone again. And she's very, very emotional after sex, sometimes even sobbing in your chest.

So... yeah. She's the one needing more aftercare.

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

Hers? Inner thighs. She has very sensitive inner thighs. Just some light touches are enough to make her squirm. And if you were to bite or leave hickeys on them? She'll melt on the spot.

Yours? Your chest. It's not even for any perverted reason. She's just a very bad case of a cardiophiliac. She loves to hear your heartbeat, it's very comforting to her.

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

It's got a very pearly color, almost gilmmery. The gentle orgasms are just cum spilling out of her, forming a small puddle under her. If you get a bit more rough or overwhelming, she will squirt. A lot.

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

An incredibly easy way to completely fluster her during sex is to nuzzle into her pubes. Bury your face in the hair and then her pussy and take a big, possessive whiff of her scent. She does not know why it turns her on, but it is a way to make her cum if she's already riled up enough. Bury your face in her cunt as you lick it clean and smoothly move to eating her out and she will start crying in pleasure. And just a little bit of embarrassment.

And also, she might piss a little if you do that. Lick it up and encourage her to keep going. Drink it. She will absolutely lose her mind over it.

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

She has little to no experience. She was a virgin until you showed up, having been cast on the island since she was very young.

The little experience she does have is from masturbating, figuring out what makes her feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that means you're close. The more skin-to-skin, the better.

Some of the ones she loves the most is either doing it while spooning or mutual masturbation as you cuddle.

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

At first, she's very serious about the whole thing. As your bond and relationship develops, she's more likely to feel more casual about sex. And if you start being goofy with it, she will follow, letting the whole act feel a light more lighthearted, with the two of you talking and joking around as you make love.

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

She's never really bothered with it before, but she has decided to start shaving down there. It was a bit clumsy at first, but she's determined... until she hears that you genuinely don't care and you love her anyway. Since then, she's on a mission, so to say.

She allowed a dark patch of hair to grow back, no longer trying to cut it. Instead, she attempts to trim it in front of a mirror to a vaguely heart-like shape. It's not very good, but it's very endearing.

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

The closer you two get, the more intimate it becomes. At one point it almost feels like she's worshiping you. Or perhaps a better explanation would be that she's worshiping the idea of you. The one who stayed, who loved her as much as he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She's done it before, when she was alone, lost in her fantasies about someone finally arriving on her island and touching her. She'd pretend her hands were somebody else's, trying so somehow ease her loneliness.

Since you showed up, she doesn't masturbate anymore. Whenever she feels the urge to, she seeks you out, pulling you to bed with the cutest, pleading pout. You couldn't possibly deny her.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage.

She definitely finds keeping you stuck to her bed, chair or pretty much anything very comforting. You can't leave her, you're stuck. You won't be able to disappear if you're under her control like that.

Praise.

She will straight up melt if you praise her and reassure her. Might tear up a little, so if you're a soft dom dacryphiliac, she is made for you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Literally anywhere. Of course, she has a preference for her palace, especially the soft blankets she set up on the balcony, but generally? She will do it anywhere you want.

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

Pet names. Absolutely any pet names. If you call her one, her eyes start sparkling with need pretty much right away.

She's also easily turned on by you casually wrapping an arm around her, either around her shoulders or waist. And if you pull her closer into your side? You might just start looking around for her clothing.

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

She will never agree to wearing a blindfold. She hates the idea of not being able to see you, since there's a risk of you leaving her without her knowing. And she cannot even fathom that, the very idea breaks her heart. If you wanna wear one, sure, but don't put it on her.

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

She's very eager to give, even if she's not very good at it. She's still learning. But, what she lacks in practice, she makes up in enthusiasm, so you'll be very satisfied in the end. She's usually fingering herself while she's using her mouth on you.

She does, however, absolutely love to receive. Let her sit on your face, guide her to rock her hips as you eat her out. Hear her moan as you tongue-fuck her, or straight up cry from pleasure as you introduce her to rimming.

Be warned, though, Calypso does have an occasional tendency to wet herself when she's overwhelmed during sex, especially oral. The flavor does mix wonderfully with her cum, though, so it's really just another lovely bonus.

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

She is fast, but rather than rough, it's more... excited and sloppy kind of fast. Especially at first. Over time, once the first initial wave of excitement passes (which does take a really long time, to be honest), she does allow herself to get slower, to focus more on how you feel, rather than just you being there. And once she takes her time to properly use her mouth on you?

Well, let's just say she can't get enough of the taste.

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

Oh, absolutely. She loves those.

She loves to check up on you, see if you're doing anything important. If she deems it as something that can wait (as she usually does), she'll giggle and pull you away for a quickie. You're welcome to do the same, of course, she's always very gleeful about it.

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

I mean, she's open to pretty much anything you suggest, as long as it's not something that would make her feel like you're trying to leave her. Calypso's the type of person to try everything once.

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

She probably insists on going longer than she should. Again, she doesn't have much experience, so she can't be expected to last too long. It's something you two build up over time. She still always insists on a round or two more, though. Aftercare and cuddles just feel better once she's overstimulated, you know?

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

She doesn't have any and isn't really keen on getting or using anything other than some ribbons to tie you up. If you're into toys, she's willing to give them a try, but it's just not her thing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She's not in the position to be unfair, considering she's very much sub-leaning when it comes to sex dynamics. And when she does top, she's far too excited to even consider being unfair.

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

She's very loud as you please her. Gasps, moans, whines, the way she cries out from pleasure, it's all almost like she's putting on a very dramatic, exaggerated act sometimes. It's not an act, though, Calypso is just... very vocal.

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

She absolutely sucks at trying to be smooth. She will fail almost every attempt at a pick-up line. As a result of this, if you are more flirty and those things come to you easily, she will get absolutely flustered about it.

As an extension of that, she's incredibly responsive to dirty talk. You don't even have to be all that good, as long as you're confident, she will start squirming from how flustered she gets.

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

As mentioned already, she pretty much lets her pubes grow out, only trimming the shape of the bush to cute but clumsy heart.

She's got very puffy pussy lips, almost heavy looking as they press together while she tries to contain her excitement. Very soft, prime sucking material.

Pussy itself is a very warm shade of pink, but just a little bit more reddish. Think something between homemade raspberry jam and pomegranate seeds. Her asshole is just a little puckered out, begging to get as much attention as her cunt does.

Yes, I desperately want her to sit on my face. How did you know?

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

She's been alone on an island for centuries. She is extremely sexually frustrated. If she could, she would keep you in bed for days, although most of it would just be cuddles.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Only once you do. She will wait to make sure you're asleep, watching you for a while before she snuggles up to you, head on your chest, and falls asleep listening to your heartbeat.

[theflagscene]

Wait! How!? When!? Where!? How is White suddenly there!? How did Tee meet White!? You can’t just play upbeat music and have the boys running around to show the passage of time and not explain how the fucking villain of the story got the most adorably innocent lil princess boyfriend on the planet!

Phee, bringing Jin on a date to the same place you and Non liked to go is just weird. I hate people who use the same ‘date’ spots for their new partners that they used with their past partners and no, this isn’t me projecting, why do you ask!? Lmao 😂 shut up it’s still tacky af

‘Friend’ the dreaded word.

What is with the ass slapping and window sex!? I mean, I get that they’re supposed to 18 year old boys, who are by definition perverted, but that was some porn level shit. Also, again, no prep. Phee wasn’t even the one blown so it’s not like they were even using spit for lube, or an already lubed condom. What is this, another ABO show? Just having the dudes slick and sliding all over one another apparently.

Ta’s got a decent ass at least, good for him.

“Did you cheat on my brother?” Nah, pretty sure they broke up when Phee saw him being raw dogged by the teacher and then told him to go die, but whatever helps you sleep at night Tan.

“Don’t fall in love with him.” Yeah, I think it’s too late for that.

Oh, mom is not looking so great. Hmm, something tells me that video isn’t real. Mom knows what’s up, it’s finally hit her, her baby’s dead. The actress did a fantastic job of a mother realizing the truth of the death of her child, it’s a startling realization that does take your legs out from under you. Your mind blanks, you can’t think about anything but the last time you saw them, the last terrible thing you said, all you can do is try not to scream. - That got a little too dark and real, sorry.

news.boc.com Cute BoC, very cute.

How long were Phee and Jin supposed to have been fucking by now? Weeks? Months? Because Jin has gotten very emotionally invested very quickly, which is appropriate for teenagers I suppose.

Two years, so they’d be in their what, second year of uni? Tan has gone full mad scientist I see.

Wait, he called to tell Tan that his mom was dead and it was her funeral that day and he just showed tf up! When his dad thought he was still in England!? Lmao, that’s fricking hilarious. I know, I know, wrong reaction to this scene but I’m weird, what can I say.

Oops, bye bye daddy. No wonder Tan is so fucking nuts! That would drive anyone insane. He literally needs Non to be alive otherwise he’s lost everything for nothing.

Is Tan his own guinea pig for his drugs!? Jesus dude, get some help.

Question, were Phee and Jin fucking during their time at university too? Or are you telling me all this ‘I love him’ crap was from one night of decent dick and a few ‘best friend dates’? Like the math ain’t mathing, establish a better timeline here for me when it comes to their relationship because in the first episode it made it seem like they were screwing around for a really long time, months at the very least. But now it seems like they fucked around a couple times in one 12 hour period, Jin decided that was enough to wanna date, caught Phee in a mood because of the fake news report and then they just… what? Kept fucking? Stopped? Jin carried a torch for him for over two years after one night together? Acted like a scorned lover for years because of a single teenaged tryst? Not to be that guy, but girl, you’re coming off a little desperate. I need a more accurate timeline!!!

“This won’t kill them.” Tan, could you try and be a tad more convincing when saying that?

That was a fantastic look from Tan to end on, ngl. Although someone needs to save baby White!

Next episode, we’re back in the present for the most part it seems. Jin somehow still trusts Phee, Fluke somehow gets the gun back and oh look, he holds White hostage, poor bb did nothing, leave him alone! And Tee clearly does know what happened to both Non and Keng as he runs up onto the roof where his uncle is to see the pair… unconscious? Dead? One of each?

I want some backstory about how White fits into all of this next time as well, that would be great. Although considering how little the timeline of events during grade 12 are fully explained, I doubt knowing more about White would make very much sense at this point.

[velvetvexations]

Here's every extreme kink ask. CW for gender play, drugging, and gore!

So, basically every kink I have is centered around my kink for humiliating and degrading others and I can be sold on any kink that doesn’t set off my anxieties as long as they’re connected to those. But of course that’s not enough, I also get off on the idea of institutional power dynamics that favor me. Dangerous game to play if I ever focus on where I’m privileged, but thankfully I mainly focus on trans supremacy or I combine it with misogyny kink for transmasc supremacy. (Imperative that I never come across transfem supremacy. Nothing against it, I’m just a dom who hates being penetrated so that kink has nothing to offer me plus pokes at the “a woman SA’d me” trauma). I have to make my own porn cause a lot of trans supremacy is transfem supremacy and a lot of misogyny kink is aggressively ciscentric. But at least the TRF portrayal of trans men being sadistic predators who use our male privilege and our AGAB to our advantage against poor innocent women gives me inspo for porn. But a lot of times I wish someone else would make my smut for me for once.

We're fist bumping, I don't like trans supremacy either because it's all just like. It feels like futa lol. I need sexually aggressive trans women doms combined with detrans where they ARE perverted fakegirls pretending to be a woman for a fetish but they AREN'T detransitioning, they're going to continue to do it and abuse their social cache as a poor oppressed minority, like sitting in on therapy circles at sexual assault survivor's meetings and having a visible erection, and when people complain it's like, oh my God, that's just her anatomy, you transphobe!

Can you believe that anon thought I present myself as an innocent person with nothing but good vibes?

My deepest darkest secret kink is mostly a secret because literally how the fuck would I ever explain it. I, a trans guy, am deeply deeply into misgendering/transphobia kink - but for MTF, not FTM. Make it make sense, because I sure fucking can’t. (Is this the kink cultural appropriation the TRFs were mad about lol)

thank fucking God I need someone else to be into it so I HAVE SOME FUCKING CONTENT!

Far and away my most messed up kink is amputation. like YES reduce me to a torso with tits and holes, unable to run, unable to push you away, unable to ever give myself any pleasure ever again. just a literal fleshlight reliant on you for everything.

yeah I can see the appeal in that

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about someone getting me hooked on drugs, and then making me do more and more fucked up and degrading things to get those drugs. There’s just something insanely hot about the sort of desperation that slams you face first into rock bottom and then hands you a shovel, you know?

forced drug addiction kink is spectacular

kink confession. two specific drawings in the 1992 little golden book of disney's little mermaid is what awoke some of my sexuality, specifically tentacle lust and snuff/necro kink. i have distinct memories of reading it as a child, eating a poptart, staring very intently at ursula using her tentacles to physically restrain ariel after her pet eels manipulated her away from safety, and wondering why i felt so funny about reading that part of the book, and why i liked thinking about ursula transforming ariel into a human and then holding her underneath the water so she drowned. and eventually that turned in to me imagining what one might do with a very pretty dead body they could do whatever they wanted to. i looked for an archive of the specific book so i could share what titillated a nine year old budding sadomasochist so much. it's truly so tame, the human mind is amazing.

It's very tame, but I love that for you anon. I'm obsessed with how people get kinks and so much of it is while still developing.