#Gimme the T juice

[greenlantern94to04]

Green Lantern Corps Quarterly #8 (Spring 1994)

When Hal Jordan went bonkers in GL#50, he didn't just kill the Green Lantern Corps -- he also killed Green Lantern Corps Quarterly, the anthology series that, as the editor goes out of his way to point out in this final issue's letter column, was still selling pretty well when it got cancelled. DC could have kept the series going with past stories of the Corps, or maybe current stories of past Corps members, but I guess they wanted to go all in on the "only ONE Green Lantern left" thing and felt this series undermined that idea, so they asked Lobo to stop by and help kill it.

The stories included in this loosely "Emerald Twilight"-connected issue are:

"The Book of Endings"

The issue's framing story is written by Superman editor Mike Carlin, which I'm guessing means it had to be done at the last minute and he drew the short straw at the office. This story reveals that, while Hal and Sinestro where fighting in GL #50, they didn't even notice that the Book of Oa, the massive book containing the history of the Corps and the Guardians of the Universe, was burning up right in front of them (and neither did the Guardians, apparently, or they would have thrown some water on it or something).

As the oversized pages burn, we see stories that have absolutely nothing to do with "Emerald Twilight," like...

"Close Encounters"

This story is set during World War II, when Green Lantern Abin Sur, Hal Jordan's predecessor, is sent to Earth to stop a murderous madman -- but not the murderous madman, because the Guardians have forbidden him from interfering in human wars. Abin's target is an alien mercenary called Dask N'oir, who comes to Earth looking to offer his services (and sci-fi weapons) to the Nazis. Fortunately, the Nazis aren't big on multiculturalism and don't understand alien languages, so they think Dask is a demon and try to fight him.

The Nazis are so spooked that some run off to the Allied side to ask for help against the "demon." There, they bump into the 1940's Flash and (non-Corps affiliated) Green Lantern, Jay Garrick and Alan Scott, who bravely confront Dask... and are knocked out in one blast.

Abin Sur shows up to arrest the alien criminal, but he too gets easily knocked out when Dask shoots some yellow goo at his hand that incapacitates his Green Lantern ring. When Abin wakes up, he realizes Dask stole the ring, leaving him defenseless. That's when Abin notices that one of the unconscious Earthlings around him happens to have an off-brand GL ring on his finger...

So, Abin borrows Alan's ring and goes off to fight Dask, eventually tricking him into shooting that yellow goo at his own hand, thus allowing Abin to retrieve his ring. Before leaving with Dask, Abin returns Alan's ring and wipes his and Jay's memory of the encounter. The story ends with Abin looking forward to the day he can return to Earth (spoilers: he shouldn't) as Alan wakes up and wonders why his ring is in the wrong finger.

"Bad Intentions"

This one is written by future Guy Gardner: Warrior writer Beau Smith, and features an extremely Beau Smith character called Probert the Bad One, a sort of alien Conan the Barbarian with guns. One day, right after Probert has blown up a T. Rex to rescue a kid from being eaten, a Guardian shows up to ask him for help in taking down his sector's Green Lantern, Krudd, who has used his ring to take over a wealthy planet. Great pick, Guardians.

Probert only agrees to help because Krudd has taken his former lover, Poola, as a concubine, but he refuses to take the ring the Guardian offers him, because Probert don't wear no pansy-ass rings. (This might explain why Poola is a former lover.)

Of course, Probert regrets that decision once he's fighting Krudd and realizes his machine gun is no match for a power ring that can conjure up anything, including anti-machine gun force fields. Just as he's saying that, a GL battery materializes right next to him. Probert starts trying to activate the battery with various oaths ("It's probably something girly-like. Flower flower, give me the powers.") until he lands on something that works: "GIVE ME THE JUICE!"

Suddenly, despite still wearing no ring, Probert is imbued with green power, which he uses to materialize more guns. Krudd fights dirty and is actually quite good with the ring, so Probert ends up taking it away by cutting his finger off with a green energy knife (at least he didn't cut off the entire hand, unlike some other maniac).

Once Krudd is incapacitated, the Guardian comes back to take him and Probert's power away, but Probert says nah, it's his now. The Guardian takes that to mean that Probert has agreed to continue helping them "on retainer" and vanishes before Probert can protest.

He still ain't wearing no ring, though.

"Yella Belly!"

In this Gene Ha-drawn story, L.E.G.I.O.N. sends Lobo to Garnet, the most crime-ridden planet in the universe, to collect a criminal. This puts him in conflict with Garnet's very un-Green Lantern-like Green Lantern, Jack T. Chance. Lobo's not in the mood for fighting one of his many '90s ripoffs... until Jack calls him a "yella belly." Big mistake.

In the fight that ensues, Jack tries killing Lobo with a green chainsaw, but the ring stops him because that's not within its parameters. "Letting its wearer get kicked in the nuts" is within those parameters, though.

Jack tries shooting Lobo in the head with a regular gun, but Lobo catches the bullets with his teeth and headbutts him after playing dead. As Jack is recovering from that blow with the assistance of some booze, Lobo gets an idea based on Jack's hurtful remark from earlier: he covers himself in the yellow blood of some other alien he'd killed earlier and exploits the ring's yellow weakness to beat the crap out of Jack, yelling "Yella belly! Yella belly! YELLA BELLY!"

Lobo tries stealing Jack's ring, but it's "encoded by his D.N.A." and can't be stolen... so, for the second time this issue, someone cuts a ring-bearer's finger off. By simply "wearing" Jack's severed finger on top of his own, Lobo is able to access the ring's power and thinks about all the wonderful things he's gonna do with it (starting with exploding L.E.G.I.O.N.'s planet) -- until the ring informs him that it only works in planet Garnet, killing Lobo's interest.

As Lobo leaves with that criminal he came for, we see the finger crawling back to Jack and reattaching itself to his hand. Upon waking up and learning that Lobo left, Jack takes that as a victory and declares himself the baddest dude in Garnet. (Until he was easily beaten by Hal and left for dead in space, anyway.)

Back to the framing story, the narration concludes that the Guardians are a bunch of incompetent asses and kinda had this whole "Emerald Twilight" thing coming. All the stories in this issue feature a ring being stolen and used for nefarious purposes (not always in that order), so maybe it has a point. As the Book of Oa finishes burning, we get a small glimpse of the future: it appears to be a young man...

...wearing a crab on his face?! Huh, weird.

Plotline-Watch:

I guess the above panel means this issue is technically the first appearance of Kyle Rayner's classic "crab face" costume, discounting ads and stuff like that. This should be going for hundreds on eBay, not a couple of bucks!

We'll see Probert the Bad One return on Guy Gardner: Warrior pretty soon. Alan Scott will also make some appearances there, starting sooner than you might think.

Lobo and L.E.G.I.O.N. will cross paths with Kyle Rayner in the near future, though they won't be called L.E.G.I.O.N. anymore...

Speaking of Lobo, as he's leaving Garnet's atmosphere, he kicks some little dweeb off his flying vehicle while exclaiming "One side, fan boy!" I have no idea if that's supposed to be someone in particular or if it's just a random joke, so I will assume it's the titular fanboy from the 1999 Fanboy miniseries by Sergio Aragonés.

And speaking of planet Garnet, I looked it up and its next appearance is in Superboy and the Ravers, of all places, so I guess we'll see that eventually over at the '90s Superman blog.

Guy-Watch:

Guy Gardner: Warrior #19 continues the "Emerald Fallout" storyline and also Guy's fight with Militia (or as Guy has started calling him, "Melissa"). Ice helps, but then she starts getting a little too aggro (a side-effect of her new powers) and tries to take on Militia all by herself while leaving Guy behind, which doesn't go too well for her.

With Ice down and Guy's new armor malfunctioning, Militia's really got our hero by the balls. Militia picks that moment to reveal his identity and why hunting Guy was so personal to him: he's Guy's supposedly dead cop brother, Mace Gardner! Cue emotional "family reunion" music.

Mace resented Guy for becoming a superhero so, after getting crippled, he faked his death and volunteered for government experiments that gave him his legs back at the cost of making him look and sound like a '90s supervillain. Just when it seems like Mace might kill him, Guy's yellow power ring, which has been on the fritz for the past two issues, gets a sudden burst of energy that allows him to defeat his bro in about two seconds.

Seeing that Militia failed them again, his superiors at the Quorum decide to ditch him and remotely disable his armor, leaving him crippled again. What's all this stuff got to do with "Emerald Twilight," you might ask? Not much, until Alan Scott suddenly shows up (told you he'd be back soon) and tells Guy the universe is in danger. So, you know, TO BE CONTINUED.

#green lantern #mike carlin #beau smith #gene ha #hal jordan #green lantern corps #guardians of the universe #sinestro #abin sur #alan scott #jay garrick #the flash #probert the bad one #lobo #l.e.g.i.o.n. #guy gardner #ice #militia #kyle rayner #quorum #jack t. chance #gimme da juice #little dweeb who gets murdered by lobo

[arminsumi]

Can we please please please have more of bad boy Geto?? Sfw or nsfw as per your wishh

🔞 MDNI/18+

★ BAD BOY!

★ Pt. 1

★ Pairings : Geto Suguru / fem!reader

★ Synopsis : your boyfriend is a bad boy that your parents disapprove of 😈🏍️🖤

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, smut, cunnilingus, creampies, condoms/taking off condoms (consensual), riding his motorcycle 🥵, names (princess/baby/sl*t), some cervix rubbing/big d*ck Geto, toys (G-spot vibe), bl*wjob, degradation, corruption kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of being drunk (fluffy), +++

★ Note : i wrote this in public and felt super giggly abt it lol

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who rumbles down your street on his bike, gloved hands resting on the handles, and stares at your house. He waits and quickly sees you trotting out the front door like a princess escaping her castle. He gives you a French kiss before saying "Hey princess. Hop on."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who has watched you ride his motorcycle — no no, not in the way you think. Panties soaked. Clit squished on the seat. Rutting back and forth. "That's a good little princess. Cum on it like it's my thigh."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who takes you to get your first body piercing. He leads you by the hand and his face is alight with a devilish grin. "I can't wait to buy you pretty piercings, baby. You're gonna look so good strutting around town wearing my diamonds."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who asks after suckling on your puffy clit for a whole hour; "Baby, I think you like me too much. You know I'm a bad influence, right?"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who lets you sit on his lap whenever you have to treat one of his black eyes. "Hey, you know what would make me feel better, baby? If you rode my lap like you ride on my bike 😇"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who makes it very apparent that he has a tongue piercing by rolling it over your clit and through your slit over and over. He laps up your juices after making you cum, and seductively wipes the streak of your slick off his cheek with his thumb.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who loves it when your secret kinks slip past your lips. "Did you just call me daddy?" he asks and you immediately blabber apologies, but he just silences you with a rough kiss, "I can be your daddy, baby. You just lay back and take it like a good girl, okay?"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who grins like a devil when corrupting you with new kinks, and enjoys turning your innocent kinks into something nastier.

"You're taking me so well." he praises you in a soft voice while his cockhead rubs into your cervix, "Can't believe your pussy can take so much cock. Such a greedy little cunt..." he puts his full weight on you when he nears orgasm, trapping you with his sweaty, muscular body. "Fuck, your slutty little hole is gonna milk me dry. You ready? Yeah I'm gonna give you my babies. Can't believe you wanna get pregnant. You just need a big cock stretching you out 'n that makes you happy, yeah? Aw, cockdrunk fuckin' slut... yeah I know you like it when I call you a slut, too. Nasty little slut. Take my cock, baby. Just take it."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who is also a tattoo artist and gives you your first tattoo. You have to hide it from your parents, and something about this fact makes Suguru smirk. He's put his mark on their precious girl — their daughter.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who gets off on the fact he's the bad boy corrupting someone's innocent daughter.

"Baby, you know I'm no good." he hums against your ear in an irresistible voice. "You shouldn't be sneaking around with me." he drops his voice lower and nibbles your ear, "You're being a bad girl."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who, when drunk with you, proclaims his love for you over and over and over.

"Fuck, babyyy I love you so much. Come here 'n gimme another kiss." and then he smothers you with kisses until you're making out on his parked motorcycle in the empty parking lot at night. "God, whenever I kiss you I feel like marrying you so bad..."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who treats you like you're a goddess. Wiping your tears when you cry about anything, murmuring "Please don't cry, princess." and also using this line on you when you cry from pleasure about how big his cock is, or when your eyes water when deepthroating him for the first time.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who, even after being kicked out of your house many times by your dad, still climbs in through your window to fuck you in your bed.

He fills condom after condom but then he checks his wallet and oops — he ran out of condoms. "I wanna take you raw, Sugu, please!" you paw at his abdomen and wiggle your pussy back down on his sensitive cock. He hisses through his teeth, "Fuck, okay... anythin' for my princess..." and plunges his big cock into you raw.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who has been shoved out of the front door by the collar of his biker's jacket by your disapproving parents. He makes a joke of it, putting his hands up as if he's being arrested and laughing naughtily.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who promises; "I'll come back for ya, princess." and he does. He whisks you away. You give him dolly eyes and beg to run away with him.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who stuffs a hot pink G-spot vibrator in your pussy before letting you straddle his motorcycle.

He smirks while riding, knowing that you're feeling the rumbling vibrations on your pussy as well as the buzzing of the toy stuffed inside you. Oh and he just loves seeing you struggle to dismount the seat once you're parked. "Bad girl, you made the seat all wet with your pussy." he scolds playfully.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who always unzips his pants tantalizingly slowly.

His heavy cock smacks against your cheek as soon as it's freed, it's always accidentally-on-purpose. "Sorry, princess, did that hurt?" he asks sarcastically while rubbing his tip across your glossy lips. "Spit on it." he commands, and you happily spit on his cock. "That's a good girl — kitten lick it. Yeah, just like that." he groans and tenses his abs. "Now open wide."

© arminsumi

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This is fictional work.

#🔞.smut #geto #geto suguru #geto smut #mdni #smut #geto x reader #tw: smut #geto suguru x reader smut #geto suguru smut #jjk smut #jjk geto #suguru geto

[grimfigment]

oh fuck i graduate next year

#which means i can maybe move next year? #which means i can maybe START T NEXT YEAR???!!??! #wtf wtf wtf lemme GO gimme the BOY JUICE ALREADY LET'S GOOOO

[multistan-247]

❝ 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊 ❞

⚠︎ Characters: bf! toji zenin x gf! fem reader

⚠︎ Warnings: 18+, cunnilingus, explicit smut, nipple play, nicknames, established relationship, toji showing off his strength and his insatiable appetite for you.

⚠︎ Synopsis: Toji loves to get his hands on you when you slip on his t-shirts after a long night of love making and wants more.

A/N: a repost because tumblr loves to be a bish and send complaints abt one of my best works.

He's been at this for a while now.

Ever since Toji slid his hands up your thighs, smirking when learnt the absence of your panties, his chuckle in your ears makes you shudder.

"An open invite for me, huh sweetheart? Well, who am I to say no to that?"

So when you found yourself laying on the cold kitchen counter, bare for his eyes to feast upon, a blush streaks the plum of your cheeks. His eyes soften when they catch you blushing, but the predatory look never fades.

He hums and buries his raven head between your thighs, immediately gaining moans from you as his mouth greedily takes what he wanted.

"I eat pussy for myself." He'd said, the first time he ate you out.

Loud slurping sounds, provocative and loud, now fill the kitchen as the aroma of freshly made coffee and toast linger in the air.

"T-Toji."

You mewl, tugging at his free raven locks and your thighs threaten to close around his head. Calloused hands grip them open, squeezing or running his thumbs over your skin mindlessly.

Toji was a starved man, finally finding his elixir of life between your thighs, his own personal heaven. He was selfish with the way he eats you out but knew exactly what triggers you.

Your moans grow high-pitched when he slowly drives his tongue into your pussy, drawing the beginning of an orgasm from you. His slurps become louder; filthier. Your nipples tighten, and he notices the effect of his actions in your bodily reactions.

"Toji- Toji- please- please-"

"Shhh, little girl. You're distracting me."

He says in a reprimanding tone and hooks his brawny arms under your thighs, pulling you impossibly close to his greedy mouth.

"Ha- Toji!"

He doesn't stop at all.

You feel the peak of your orgasm unraveling quickly, but steadily, reducing all your moans into mewls of his name, your fingers tugging at your nipples.

He suddenly lets go of you, shock registering into your body when he slides his hands up your back, supporting your lower half and one around your neck, lifting you quite effortlessly, the position allowing him a lot more access to your pretty pussy as you squeal and your thighs twitch.

Toji's head is sandwiched between your thighs and he couldn't be more happier.

"I love your pussy. So wet and complaint for me."

He groans, the vibrations arousing goosebumps on your hypersensitive body. And then, his swollen lips suck on your clit so hard, your vision is reduced to black spots and then you come, his tongue going back to dive into your hole, not wasting a single drop of your juices.

"Fuck. You squirted."

Rising up from between your legs, the emerald green of his eyes blown wide with the lust occupying him. His mouth is red, coated in a sheen layer of your transparent juices and he darts out his tongue to lick it; and you groan, hiding your burning face behind your hands.

"You're so filthy." You tell him as you sit up, and he laughs, throwing his head back and eyes scrunching.

"Only for you, darling."

"Gimme my shirt. I'm cold and hungry." You pout, the coldness of the granite slab chilling you despite your previous activity.

"Nuh-uh. I'm hungry for your pussy. Breakfast can wait." He growls, sending another spark of desire to your belly. You don't have the opportunity to protest when he picks you up and makes his way to your shared room.

The neighbours hate the both of you for sure.

© 2023 all rights to multistan-247 - do not copy or modify.

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

joel’s pussy eating game is RIDICULOUS!!!!! he claims to be into servicing ppl and he is but…. it’s more in service of himself tbh bc of how selfish and hungry he is

warning: squirting, oral, rimming

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, clit/t-dick

he’ll start slow to ease you into it. long, broad strokes of his flattened tongue up your slit. wet kisses dotting your clit. lots of spit to get you nice and wet for his tongue to just glide along your cunt however which way he sees fit.

and once your own juices start to flow, loosening you up for him, it’s blood to a shark. one drop hits his tongue and he’s GONE.

“fuckin’ christ, you taste good. yeah… yeah, i need more of that.”

joel smushes his face into your pussy, his stubble prickling your hypersensitive skin, and he fucking LATCHES his mouth on your clit, bouncing his lips off your sodden flesh as he sucks you off. soon you’re leaking enough that he can slide two fingers into you with ease. he curls them up into your g-spot and keeps them there, pushing your button over and over to get you to burst.

and may god help you if you squirt.

it splashes against his face and you hear a deep, rumbling, feral growl. it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard from a man. one that reminds you of our basest urges, that we are naught but beasts at heart. horny fucking beasts possessed by pheromones and need.

“fuck yeah, c’mon. c’mon, gimme another.” he demands, starting his fingers right back up again, right into the swollen trigger point that has you gushing over and over. a firm hand cuts through the typhoon with a loud-

(SMACK)

on the meat of your ass.

“sit on my face. i wanna drink you.”

you peel yourself off his leather couch, knees buckling like a newborn fawn as you stand, and hobble over to where he’s laying on the carpet. he’s frantic, aggressive and repetitive in his orders.

“get over here... get over here, boy... get over here…”

your knees flank his head, facing his legs, and you lower yourself down until your pussy bumps his nose. he starts licking right away. you look down and his cock is throbbing, an angry shade of red. being that he’s been so generous to you, you see fit to return the favor. you lean down and take his cock in your hands, though you barely get to kiss it before joel intervenes.

“nope.”

he hooks his arms under your armpits, grabs you by the shoulders, and YANKS you backwards, pulling your face away from his cock and holding your back upright.

“nuh uh. fuck my face. i want you to use me. don’ worry ‘bout my cock, sweetheart, just fuck my face.”

you hesitantly hump his face, tiny jerks of your hips to get used to the feeling and get a rhythm down. as you grow accustomed to it, your soaked cunt easily glides across his face, your swollen t-dick bumps his lips and he sucks it in his mouth. his tongue swipes between your pussy and ass, your juices dripping down his cheeks.

eventually, you squirt again, just a tiny bit.

but it’s not enough.

“give it to me.” joel barks, and shoves his fingers back in for some not-so-gentle encouragement. “c’mon, kid, give it to me. squirt down my fuckin’ throat, c’mon. lemme drink you. gimme somethin’ sweet to drink, baby boy.”

you give him exactly what he wants, squirting right into his mouth in hot jets. his growl vibrates your entire cunt and he slurps it all up.

when it gets to be too much, you roll off him and onto the floor. the two of you lay side by side, gasping for air. his face is dripping, his wet hair resting on an incriminating wet spot on the carpet. you’re staring at the ceiling as it swirls, creating beautiful constellations in combination with the stars in your vision. joel reaches out and tugs you close to him. his overworked lips smooch your forehead, and he says,

“good boy. hottest thing i’ve ever seen in my fuckin’ life.”

#shoutout to dilf irl for the inspiration 💖😌 mwah #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller headcanon #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou smut #the last of us x reader #the last of us smut #the last of us

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ itadori loves when you get messy for him.

♱ warnings — face sitting, f!reader, cunninglingus, all characters written 18+, one ass smack. / note. ngl this is totally a super old draft i just kind of remodelled so it’s not rly my best work sob . but this week has been sooo rough n it’s only tuesday ‘m sorry </3

RETURN TO KINKTOBER MLIST ♱ REGULAR MLIST 

you hear itadori groan from his place below you, his face between your thighs as you grind down on his tongue. his cheeks and the lower half of his face are slick with your juices as they drip down onto the sheets below him, his fingers flexing into the flesh of your hips every time your thighs tighten around his head.

“fuck, baby! keep doing t-that, taste so good.“ you hear itadori mumble under his breath before he buries himself back into you, the low tone of his voice sending vibrations straight to your clit as your hips twitch from the sudden jolt of pleasure, your fingers tightening in his hair as your hole clenches around his tongue.

“so good, need more—gimme more, come on!“ he shakily moans, pulling away momentarily to slide his thick fingers between your folds before spreading you so lewdly and diving back in.

he’s slurping and smacking at your essence as he drinks in the very taste of you that has his cock twitching between his thighs, beads of precum gathering at the tip while he pays no mind to it—only focused on the feeling of you creaming on his tongue.

itadori feels sticky, the air in the room heavy as he laps at your clit—he’s flushed from his cheeks to his chest and there’s a thin sheen of sweat over his toned torso but he needs more, messier. his palm comes down heavy against your ass as he sends you deeper into him, allowing him to push his tongue even further past your folds to dip into your hole, lewd squelches filling the room as he fucks you with the muscle.

he feels lightheaded at the arousal pooling in his stomach, his cock aching for any sort of friction but he’s just so lost in you instead. wrapping his lips around your clit before sucking it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to roll the sensitive bud so he can feel you jerk in his hold, his large palms rocking you against his mouth as he groans against you once more.

“see it feels good, baby. take what you need—please.” itadori almost growls, his words breathless and needy and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten when you look behind you to watch his own hips twitch at the idea of you cumming on his face, paired with the pressure of you grinding down on tongue.

his movements are almost desperate, your skin feels on fire when the pleasure races through you while you hear his own shameless moans against your cunt between smacks and suckling noises— your thighs trembling either side of him. “fuck—yuuji!” you babble, your clit knocking against his nose with every buck of your hips as you drag yourself along his mouth, your arousal drenching the sheets below you both.

you jolt when you feel itadori suck your clit between his teeth, nibbling on the sensitive bud before your orgasm finally washes over you, causing your thighs to tighten around him in response.

but instead of pulling away he only wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you even closer until you’re pretty sure he can’t breath—lapping as you cream into his mouth, tongue dipping into feel your walls clamping down around him as he slurps and drinks everything you have to offer him.

you feel your body slacken as you ride out your orgasm, grabbing onto the headboard to try and steady yourself while itadori continues to bathe your clit in strong licks, shooting tiny aftershocks through your body—his face sticky with your essence.

you pant softly as you try to catch your breath, preparing to climb off before you shriek at the feeling of him speeding up his ministrations again, his hold on you still tight as he grumbles from between your legs once more “don’t go yet, baby. you can go again, i’ll make you feel so good.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

#𖥶 ₊˚. — ktober ! #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #itadori x reader #itadori smut #itadori x you #itadori yuji smut #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji x you

[miyuhpapayuh]

Eleven.

Way past the half mark on getting the hell out of her old apartment and into her new and improved one, Zora wanted to scream.

Two more weeks left.

Jordan tried his hardest to give her hell.

He'd leave notes under her door, stop by and try to patch things over in between, reminding her of her ex a little too much for her liking.

Before he got to do anything else, she called on her self-deemed hero, Leon. And he put a stop to it all.

Catching him one afternoon, coming out of the leasing office, Leon stalked across the lot before Jordan could get his keys, which seemed to be buried underneath everything, out of his bag.

“Nah, what you runnin’ for? I should kick your stupid ass.” Leon grits, closing the gaping space, knowing he scared the older man shitless in every since of the word.

“Look, I've already apologized for that. It was just a couple jokes between friends. She knows I'm just kidding! I might've been a little upset that she was moving away, but I never—”

“Do you hear yourself??” Leon says, cutting his sick spiel off.

“She's not your friend. I don't care what you did for her while she was here, cause like she told you, and ima tell you one more time, leave her alone. No more poppin up and leavin’ notes, you sick ass motherfucker. And if you come by her door again, at any time, especially two in the fucking morning.” He ends his sentence and just stares at him, leaving his mind to swirl around with possibilities of what was waiting for him if he tested those waters.

And of course, to ensure that he didn't get stupid and try something worse, now that she'd call her reinforcements, Leon vowed to stay with her for the remainder of time.

Unlike any other time, she didn't try to hide how happy she was to have him protect her. He did make her feel absolutely safe, anyway.

“Good dreams, tonight. If I hear sumn simple as a knock, I'm up and armed.” He pats his left thigh, sending a chill through her as the gleam of his piece shines back at her.

She knew he wasn't playing when it came to her and her safety, but she wasn't expecting him to have a weapon on him.

Not a gun, anyway.

But, she wasn't about to freak out. Again, it's for safety.

“Thank you, again. I hate men.” She snorts, smiling a bit as he nods his head in agreement.

“Shit. Me too, baby. I told you, I got you.”

“Okay, put the death machine on the dresser and come lay with me, then.”

Beating him to undress, since all she was wearing was her favorite t-shirt of his, she tosses it at him and slips underneath her covers, beckoning him out of his clothes in record time.

The silk of her sheets had nothing on the softness of her warm, tight, wet and ripe.

He'd closed his eyes and thanked god, a million times.

Her sounds were just as intoxicating as the smell of sex lingering in the air, blanketing over them.

He'd had her in their shared favorite position. Her back taking on the deepest arch it could muster as her perfectly rotund ass claps against his strong thighs, with every delicious thrust. Her hands bound behind her by one of his, her hair gripped in the other.

He mumbled for her to take all of it, as if she had any other choice.

Her hands scratch into each other as another orgasm bubbles up to the surface.

“Right t-there,” she whines.

“Where you need me, huh baby?” He teases in her ear, making her toes curl, her juices making an obscene noise, leaking everywhere.

“Yes! Yesss! I- I'm gonna cum!” She moans, squishing her thighs together, in a desperate attempt to quell the burst she felt approaching.

“Don't hold it,” his hand leaves her hair to spank her ass, receiving another sweet moan, “gimme that shit, baby.”

“Mmm!,” she drops her head as it washes over her, and she shakes in his hold as he continues driving her insane.

Releasing her hands, he covers them with his own and spreads them out in front of her, laying his hot body on her even hotter one.

Their limbs tangle as his strokes deepen, making her words jumble as he pulls another round of orgasms from her soul. She'd lost count on how many times he'd said just one more.

“So damn beautiful,” he groans into her neck, his kisses trailing til they meet the top of her back and stretch over her right shoulder.

She bit into the sheets. Little things like that drove her wild, too. He knew.

He'd been putting off his own peak, wanting to thoroughly satisfy his precious flower, and he was quickly losing the battle, her tightening around him becoming too damn good of a feeling.

Wishing she could see the way his eyes rolled back, she heard it in his heavy groans, and felt it all in his sudden squeeze on her fingers, light nibbles on her skin and the sweet way he filled her up with his love.

“Damn, baby..,”

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Day eighteen came and went, and Zora was ready to kill Jordan, her damn self, as he kept stopping by her apartment just to linger by her window, peeking through to look at her, unbeknownst to her at first.

Once she caught him, while she was in the kitchen, she ran to grab the steel baseball bat from under her bed, coming back to see that he was gone.

“Leon, I'm so fuckin’ scared!” She cried into the phone, while he was speeding back towards her apartment.

“He was fucking watching me!”

“I'm almost there, baby. Stay on the phone. Keep the bat up.” He repeats, taking in how heavy her breathing is over the phone.

“Ima fuck him up.” He grumbles.

Rushing from his jeep to her door, he unlocks it with the spare key she'd given him and becomes immediately enraged at her wet face and shaky hands.

“Come here, it's okay,” he says, pulling her to her, while she lets out her sobs against his shirt. She was terrified.

“I'm n-not a fighter,” she hiccups, “hell, I c-can't even kill a bug if I see it! H-how am I supposed to ward off a grown man??”

“That's what I'm here for, baby. I wouldn't dare let you get hurt. Fuck his lovesick ass. He done fucked up.” He blows out a heavy breath to steady himself, but it's no use as he pulls her face into his hands, wiping at her tears.

“Got you in here crying and shit. I hate that.”

“I don't want you doin’ nothing stupid,” she starts, but he shakes his head.

“Nothing's stupid about protecting the woman I love. I'm not gonna kill ‘em, for real. But I am gon rough his ass up, and you cannot stop me.”

“Okay, I-I won't.”

“You not stayin’ here either, go pack a bag and we'll carry the rest of these boxes out. He can have this stupid ass apartment.”

She nods and saunters down the hall, sniffling as she moves around her closet for the little bit that's left, stuffing some stuff in the boxes and the rest in her overnight bag.

Hearing glass shatter, she runs back out to see the two fighting at her front door. Her first instinct was to call the police, but that went out the window as Jordan broke from Leon's grasp and lunged at her.

She screamed and moved just in time for him to fall into her side table, knocking over everything on it.

“You stupid bitch,” he yells, scrambling to get off the floor as Leon rushes to push Zora completely out of the way and deliver a blow to the back of Jordan's head, making his nose bleed.

“Fuck you say?! Say it again,” he grits out, pulling him up by his collar and slugging him in the face, over and over and over. His mouth is bleeding too, now.

Stunned and shaken, Zora still managed to call for help and every ticking moment was more than enough time for Leon to pummel the man within an inch of his life.

The next few blurs between the cops getting there and pulling the bloodied man from her apartment in handcuffs, Leon exasperatingly going over the details of the situation and so on made Zora collapse.

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The constant beeping of the machine pulled her from the mini coma she was in, immediately alerting Leon, as he'd been waiting on her to stir around for the last hour.

“Zora?” He lifted his soothing touch from her wrist as she reached up to rub her head, wincing at the pressure on it.

“My head hurts.” She rasps, and he brings the cup of water to her lips, helping her drink some.

“Thank you..” she rubs her eyes, before opening them to look at him. The worried look on his face made her tears come back.

“No, no it's okay. Don't cry.”

“Sorry,” she sobs, covering his hands on her face as he wipes her tears away for the millionth time.

“Don't be. Are you okay??”

“Yeah? I haven't fainted since I was a kid. That was rough.” She breathes, drinking more of the water, again with his assistance.

“It was rough to see. You scared the hell outta me.” He frowns. She matches the sad look on his face, rubbing her lips together.

“Are my lips as chapped as I think they are?” She asks, meeting the ghost of a smile on his face. He tried to suppress it, the sound of her raspy giggle pulling it out into a full fledged smile.

“Come on,” he laughs.

“I had to get that look off your face.” She sighs, licking over her, indeed, dry lips.

“Sorry,” he says, still rubbing his thumbs under her tired eyes.

“Don't be. I'd be a mess if you fainted, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I kinda like you, so that would make me sad.” She smirks, laughing again as he kisses her lips.

“They feel soft to me,” he shrugs. “Now, stop cracking jokes. I'm still worried, cause you hit the floor pretty hard.”

“Yeah, I'm sure I don't have an ice pack on my pillow for no reason,” she sighs, tucking it back into place.

“I'll go get the nurse, babe.”

“Okay,” she replies, laying back against the pillow and closing her eyes.

“Hey there,” a chipper voice pops them back open, as the nurse enters the room.

“Hi,”

“How are you feeling?” She asks, beginning to check her all over.

“Groggy and dry. I need a cough drop or something, cause the water ain't helpin’.”

The nurse laughs, pulling one from her pocket. “It's honey.”

“Ah, you're a doll!”

“Thank you! Good news, you don't have a concussion or anything, but we do have to keep you here for at least another hour til the swelling goes down.”

“Okay, that's fine. Are the cops here?”

“Yes, but if you're not ready to talk to them, we'll make them go away.”

“Yeah, tell ‘em come back in an hour.”

“No problem. I'm gonna bring you back some cookies and a tylenol. Knock that headache right on out.”

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” She pats her shoulder and leaves out the room.

“Did you call my mama?”

“Yes, your sisters are here too. Ima slip out and let them have some time with you, okay?”

“You can't stay?” She frowns, tugging at his heart.

“I'll be right outside the door, baby. I'm not going anywhere. I promise.” He assures her, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Okay,” she nods, reluctantly letting his hand go as he stands up to swap places with Nique, Pamela, Neoma and Lovita as they barrel in the room to get to her.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” They all ask in unison, while her eyes dart around to look at the frazzled expressions on their faces.

“Yeah, I don't have a concussion or anything. I must've fallen pretty hard, cause my head’s still swollen. I literally feel it throbbing.”

“Baby, I'm so glad you're okay.” Her mama comes to the left side of her bed and repeatedly kisses her forehead, bringing her tears back to surface.

“Me too, honestly. I mean… he tried to attack me, y'all! I'm so glad Leon was there. I didn't know he was gonna turn like this.”

“Don't beat yourself up, it's not your fault.” Neoma says, rubbing her covered feet, knowing how apologetic her little sister gets in these situations.

“I'm n-not, I know better. It's just all been a lot. All because I wanted to move out.”

“He's such a sick bastard.” Lovita fumes, softening at the weary look on her youngest sister's face.

“Sorry, but he is. Just disgusting. I always knew something was up with him, that's why I gave you granny's bat. I knew it.”

“I'm glad I didn't have to use it, man. I probably woulda ended up hurting myself, if anything.” She half jokes, making them laugh a bit.

“We got the rest of your boxes out the apartment. Some of it is at my crib, most of it is at Leon's.” Nique smiles.

“Thanks, y'all. I’ll cook y'all up something real good when I get myself together.”

“Oh please, don't even worry about it. If Leon ain't get ‘em, I was coming with my brass knuckles.” Neoma says.

“Please. I told you, I carry. Woulda unloaded that clip right in his—”

“Vita Hunt.” Their mama cuts her sentence off, but she connects eyes with Zora to let her know she meant business.

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After reliving everything in her mini interrogation with the cops, getting fed and cleaned up, she was settling into Leon’s computer chair, lazily spinning around.

“You okay, baby? Be honest.” His voice sounds from behind her. She continues to spin.

“I'm just overwhelmed, right now.” She sighs, closing her heavy lids. "That was a lot to go through, ya know?”

“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.”

“For what? You didn't do anything wrong.”

“I know… the situation still sucks.”

“It's over now. They've got my recordings, along with witness statements and a Harry Potter book’s worth of incriminating information. He might wanna get comfy in that cell.” She softly laughs, opening her eyes to look at Leon, who's moved from the door to the end of the bed.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I love you, girl.”

“I love you too, boy.”

Feeling like being held, she rises from the chair and flops into his lap. Cocooning her up in his arms, he lays his head on hers, carefully.

“How's your head?”

“It's not hurting anymore. Still throbbing a little bit, though.”

“Yeah? That doesn't sound normal..”

“No, it's normal. It'll go away.” She assures him, tucking her arm underneath his, reaching up to play with his beard.

“You usually faint in bad situations?” He asks.

“Faint, vomit, lose my mind.. yeah, it's never a cool, calm and collected experience for me.” She sighs.

He holds her tighter, rocking her a bit. “Gotta give you the most stress-free life.”

“Life can't be stress-free, can it?” She asks.

“It can be whatever you want it to be, baby.” He replies.

“So, what? I'm never comin’ in contact with danger again? At the sight of it, what happens?” She starts with her hypotheticals.

He smiles like she can see him.

“At the sight of it, call me and I'll get rid of it and them. Simple.”

She heard the smile all in his voice, putting a smile on her own face.

“Oof. What lucky woman I am!”

“You better know it!”

Their laughter breaks out, dying down sooner than not due to her achy head, which he rubs occasionally as she finally drifts off to sleep.

“Think the meds are kickin’ in… good night,” she yawns, as he scoots towards the middle of the bed with her still in his arms, settling her against the pillows. She clings to his shirt when he goes to pull away.

“I'll be right back, baby. Promise.”

“Okay,” she replies as he kisses her nose and slips from her grasp.

A minute or so goes by, and he's back with a glass of water and Zora is out cold, making him smile and set it down gently to not wake her up.

Wrapping himself back around her, he closes his eyes as her scent invades his room, like it always does.

Bergamot. Spice. Vanilla. Mango.

He joined her in dreamland, soon after.

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The next week and a half rolls by, and Zora can finally declutter Leon's apartment and decorate her new one!

She was reluctant on leaving, just as he was on her doing so, and it almost made her wanna stay right up under him. He was not complaining.

“I've already signed the lease, though. And more importantly, I get to live across the hall from my best friend! We've been thinking about this for some time.”

“I would never keep you from Nique, baby. She'd kill me.” He laughs, pulling another box out of his jeep and heading back inside her apartment.

“She would.” She nods, catching sight of Nique as they make it towards her door.

“Hey, girl! Hey lank!”

“Hey shorty!”

“Hey!!”

They squeal like it's been weeks since they last saw one another, even though they were just in each other's faces a couple days ago.

“You two,” he chuckles, sliding past them to sit the box down on her counter, as they file inside behind him.

“Isn't it beautiful, friend?”

“Is it?! You remember the way Mona transformed Dede’s apartment?! That's what this looks like and it's mine!”

The high ceiling, marble countertop, spacious living room and kitchen, all the shelf space in the world for her flowers, decanters, candles.. the bathroom with a double mirrored vanity built in and closet space, plus both bedrooms have walk-in closets!

“Come look at the best part, y'all!” Nique ushers them towards the patio, sliding the door back, cheesing at the gasps that leave them at the view.

The large, beautiful fountain sits perfectly in the middle of a rounded pond, surrounded by the greenest grass.

The ducks swimming around makes the couple frown and look at each other at the same time, snickering.

“Y'all talkin’ shit behind me?” She asks without looking back, making Zora roll her eyes.

“No, girl. We love the ducks.”

“Oh, that's right. Y'all are the sappy picnic people.” She laughs, letting out a sharp ow! at the kick to her ass, turning around to glare at a smiling Zora.

“We're not sappy!” She defends, looking at Leon. “Are we?”

“Uh, nah.” He answers, tucking his lips in.

“If you believe so,” Nique laughs, turning back to look at the pretty water.

“Anyway,” Zora also turns back towards the water, “this view is beautiful. I'll definitely be out a lot.”

Leon smirks, ideas brewing in his mind.

“Y'all helpin’ me unpack?!” Zora asks, snapping them out of their separate trances.

“If you feed us,” Nique says, scrunching her nose up.

“A knuckle sandwich.” She nods and walks away.

Ch 12

@blackerthings @thegifstories @sheabuttahwrites @soufcakmistress @twistedcharismaaa @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @abeautifulmindexposed @awerkofart @ghostfacekill-monger @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @emjayewrites @cecereads209 @nayaxwrites @headcannonxgalore @blowmymbackout

#mochaff #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #black romance #yahya abdul mateen ii #zora x leon #yahya abdul mateen ii fan fiction

[crabs-but-better]

but seriously everyone else in this fucking school is shitting their pants thinking about getting old whereas me I’m driving straight off that fucking cliff like whoooeey gimme that fuckin dilf juice baby it’s over for yall once i get on T ya hear?

#posts from midnight #this is nigh incomprehensible

[rustbeltjessie]

Check out this playlist on @8tracks: Oh, to be seventeen again... by matildawhiskey.

1. Superchunk - Throwing Things 2. Richard Hell & The Voidoids - Liars Beware 3. Violent Femmes - Gone Daddy Gone 4. Green Day - Burnout 5. Subincision - Kerouac 6. Jawbreaker - Kiss the Bottle 7. The Mr. T Experience - Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba 8. Crimpshrine - Fucked Up Kid 9. Blatz - Fuk Shit Up 10. Operation Ivy - Troublebound 11. The Clash - Career Opportunities 12. Blue Meanies - I”m a Have Not 13. Germs - Circle One 14. X - Nausea 15. Fugazi - Waiting Room 16. Bikini Kill - Rebel Girl 17. Promise Ring - Perfect Lines 18. Screeching Weasel - Cool Kids 19. Boris the Sprinkler - Gimme Gimme Grape Juice 20. Ramones - Judy is a Punk 21. Alkaline Trio - Keep ‘Em Coming

#8tracks #playlist #indie rock #punk #from the vaults #lord to be seventeen forever #just kidding i would not ever want to be 17 again #but i did listen to some killer music

[disticfiction]

Bobby scrambled to cover himself, his face burning as Tony's soft eyes pierced through him like a knife. He forgot he'd called the heartbroken man to meet him at the motel. Even more so, he forgot he told him to walk in without knocking. His symptoms weren't acting up too badly that day, but he was still tired and happened to fall asleep. When he woke he needed a shower, the heat sticking him with sweat, so he got one, losing track of time and forgetting his plans entirely.

"Tony, I--!" He dove onto the bed and tried to pull the sheets over his thighs, but he was sitting on them, keeping them pinned. "I-it's not what you think!"

Tony gulped, too stunned to move. "I didn't know you had a--"

"I know, it's disgusting," Bobby scoffed, staring at the wall as he slipped his hands over his crotch. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see this." The shame sunk in as Tony stood in silence. "Gimme a sec, I'll get dressed. Just ... wait outside."

Without saying a word, Tony obliged, rushing to the exit, and Bobby sighed. His lungs felt better that afternoon, but his mind spun with embarrassment. No one knew about his body, not since his ex-fiancé. He wasn't sure how Tony felt, but he seemed thunderstruck. The realisation that he may have caused the poor man even more stress made his heart ache. He wanted to help him, not make things awkward. Smacking his forehead, he fell back onto the mattress, utterly mortified and unsure how to proceed.

"Bobby."

Tony's voice made him flinch. He looked up, quickly, only to see the dark-haired man standing at the end of the bed, holding a large dildo. With a squeak, he tried to sit up, but Tony stopped him, placing a gentle hand on his knee and pushing he leg to the side. His skin was warm and soft, but his eyes drooled with hunger; hunger and an unexpected nod of acceptance.

"Wh-what are you gonna do with that?" Bobby asked, perhaps naively as the toy inched closer to his entrance.

"I'm gonna thank you."

"Th-thank me? For what?"

"Don't be coy, Bobby. I owe you a lot. You've been chasing my wife and daughter's killers for over a year, tirelessly, even to the detriment of your own health."

"Tony--"

"I've been trying to think of a way to thank you, and now I've found it."

"T-Tony--!" He blushed, squirming as Tony's hand squeezed his shoulder.

"Shh, just relax. It's okay."

"T-T-Tony!"

He groaned as the tip pushed in, stretching his walls, slowly. It was too big, but Tony was gentle, twisting the length to coat it in his juices. The first inch hadn't even penetrated, but already Bobby was shaking, bunching the bedsheets between his fingers with one hand and gripping Tony's shirt with the other. It felt good, and he hadn't felt good in a long, long time. His clit throbbed as the rubber bumped against it, sending pangs of pleasure shooting up his spine, his insides clenching. He wanted more, he longed for such devotion and attention, but it also felt wrong. He didn't want Tony to feel indebted to him, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was only fucking him out of pity. He tried to protest, but what came out was a low, pleasured whimper, his words jumbled.

"That's it," Tony soothed, pulling him closer to his chest. "You're getting nice and wet."

"Ugh! You don't h-have to do this!"

"Just a bit deeper. Look at you opening up."

Bobby gasped, tightening his grip. He'd never taken anything as big as the dildo Tony was gradually pushing inside him. He wondered where it came from, but quickly surmised it must've been his wife's. That thought made his stomach dance--knowing that Tony felt close enough to him to share something so personal. A little more maneuvering and a jolt of extra force, and it slipped in completely, hitting his delicate end.

"Aah!"

"You okay?" Tony asked, gently brushing back his hair. "Is it too thick?"

"I ... oh, God! I'm gonna cum!"

"Already?"

"Yes!" he squealed, failing to fight the oncoming wave of pleasure erupting from his core. "M-my pussy! My hole's being ripped apart!"

Tony smiled, thrusting the toy ever so slightly, but that simple, subtle movement was enough to send Bobby spiraling out of control. His walls clenched down, a pure, sparkling liquid shooting across the room as his first climax in over a decade left him in tears. He didn't even know he could squirt. He'd never felt anything so wonderous. He didn't know his cunt could fit such an intrusion, but somehow it adjusted. Barely.

"Was that good?" Tony asked, twisting the rubber around Bobby's quaking walls.

"Oh, G-God!"

"You think you can take a little more?"

Bobby was exhausted, his head spinning, his breath exacerbated. Just that one orgasm alone could've held him over for as long as he had left. He should've said no, but he hadn't felt so connected to someone in ages. In truth, he wasn't sure if he could handle another go, especially in his condition, but he did know one thing: he felt fantastic. Better than he had in years. Huffing, his lidded eyes met Tony's, and he nodded a desperate 'yes'.

The dark haired man smiled, then leaned into his thrusts, and that drove Bobby wild. He yelped, his fingers digging into the sheets as his legs vibrated against the mattress, his clit rubbing along the beads. He could feel the length, the power, the stretch, and he lost himself to it, squinting his eyes and falling back.

"Ah, ah, ah."

Tony caught his head, holding him slightly upright, and placed a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead. It was a stark contrast to the violence his hole was enduring, but he loved it. The warmth of Tony's hand and lips, but the might of his arm as he rammed the dildo in and out--he needed it. He wanted it. He didn't care that Tony was another man, which he'd never been with. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

"Augh! I'm gonna cum again!"

"Let it out, baby."

He did, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision, another stream of clear liquid shooting across the room. Every nerve in his body fought to recover, but failed. He couldn't win. Losing control of his body to cancer horrified him, but losing control of his body to that rough, defiant ecstasy made him feel alive again. Cured, even, if only briefly. As the waves of pleasure washed away his fear and stress, he spread his legs wider and curled into Tony's chest.

"M-more!" he begged, weakly grinding his hips. "Please..."

"One more," Tony whispered, kissing his forehead yet again. "Then you gotta rest."

"Y-yes. Just ... please. Don't stop."

Cradling Bobby with a tender smile, he pumped the dildo harder than ever before, slamming so viciously that the sound of his slick hole stretching around the rubber echoed off the walls. No mercy this time, even when the poor, disheveled cop came. Tony said 'one more', but he didn't mean orgasm; he meant round. As long as his muscles could go.

"Oh, yeah. That's it," Tony lisped, staring as Bobby's crease turned a glowing shade of red. "You're taking it so well."

"Aaauhg! I'm gonna cum again! T-Tony!"

As the pulses hit, Tony let his partner fall into his pillow, but kept his rhythm, driving the toy nonstop until Bobby was a writhing, shameless mess. He came again. Then again. Then again, losing all sense of self and direction. Out of breath, his eyes rolled back, his heart racing, he reached out for Tony's hand, and he gave it, squeezing his fingers with compassion. He'd accomplished his goal. Bobby's hole was ruined and his mind was broken, but most importantly, he felt safe. Maybe even loved.

"Fuck, Bobby. Look at that hole gripping me. So loose, but so tight. It makes no sense, but there it is, all worn out and wounded."

"C-c-cumming!"

One final rumble, Bobby's stomach turning and cunt thumping as the dildo pulled out, sharing his perfect, gushing gape with the world. As he came, his voice cracked with frail, woeful whimpers, the ceaseless euphoria too much for him to bear.

"Fuck, it's winking at me," Tony huffed, equally out of breath. "Do you mind if I rape you?"

"R-rape me?" Bobby barely managed to ask, confused.

"Yeah, tell me no. Tell me not to fuck you anymore, then just lie there and cry while I wreck your pussy."

Bobby's eyelids fluttered. It was ironic, but it dawned on him that that must've been what he did with his wife, and something about that made Bobby feel honoured. Special. Holding onto the bed frame for dear life, he shook his head.

"No, Tony. P-please don't fuck me anymore!"

"Mmm. Why not?"

"Because I'm gonna faint. I'm at my limit!"

"That's too bad, isn't it?"

Without warning, Tony jumped onto the bed and, with two hands, rammed the impossibly large toy back inside, hamming down into the gape that definitely couldn't handle anymore action. Bobby screamed, his sounds deep and chaotic, but he couldn't fight it. Through lidded eyes and tears, he looked up to see Tony scarily focused. The more Bobby begged him to stop, the more weight he put into each blow, smiling as he watched Bobby's toes curl and mind melt in the insanity.

"It's loose! It's so loose, Bobby! But you're getting tighter!"

"Auuugh! Aoough!"

"Oh fuck, yes, that's it! Sing for me!"

"T-Tony, my hole!"

"Feel it! Feel all of me! Feel everything!"

"I! Can't! Th-think straight!"

"Cum!"

"Auuuuuuughhh!"

They both lost count. Tony continued for another twenty-seven minutes until his arms couldn't keep pace, and Bobby couldn't even beg him to stop anymore. All he felt was ridiculous bliss, his thighs and pussy soaked, his drool rolling off the pillow.

Dropping the toy, Tony rocked him through it, brushing his cheeks as he slowly--very slowly--came down from his high. Aside from Bobby's delicate moans and whines, they laid in silence for a long time, Tony occasionally glancing down to look at the chasm he'd left between his best friend's legs.

"Are you okay?" he asked, wiping the sweat from Bobby's brow. "Was it too much?"

He couldn't answer, still drowning in the aftermath. Instead, he simply touched Tony's hand and weakly lead it down to his pulsating entrance. It was getting cold and it couldn't close, not after so much abuse.

Understanding, Tony grabbed a spare blanket from the closet, rejoined Bobby at his side, and kept his hand against his gape. He blushed as he felt Bobby's worn flaps throb against his palm, his spasms constant. Neither men were sure what the future would hold; but in that moment, they were happy.

And Bobby's hole was broken.

[arminsumi]

PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

S*T ON MY F*CE

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons

Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)

Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care

Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"

. . . Dom!Armin ver.

"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"

"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.

He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.

He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.

"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"

"P-punishment...?"

"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"

You nod and let out a raw moan.

He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.

"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"

"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."

"Oh but please—"

"—beg. For. It."

He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.

"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"

He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.

"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.

"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!"

"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.

He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.

"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.

"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."

You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.

"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.

"How embarrassing!"

He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."

"Stop." you laugh.

"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.

. . . Sub!Armin ver.

"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."

He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.

Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.

"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.

"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."

You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.

"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"

"Then beg me."

You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.

"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j–just use me, use my mouth."

"So cute..."

He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.

"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.

And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.

"Miiin~!"

"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.

"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.

Copyright @arminsumi don't steal.

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[futanariwriter]

Nuka-Town (Vault 371) 18+ NSFW

Ch.1 Rock & Roll Deathclaw Attack

Up in Northern California along the Lost & Rocky Coast there lies a large vault constructed of hardened steel miles wide and deep containing roughly 2,000 inhabitants. After a random Deathclaw attack unsealed the vault it split the population in half and nearly 1,000 of its inhabitants migrated east headed towards “Happy Camp” where they are settled peacefully now. The Journey was arduous as always, death, disease, nuclear radiation rampant as ever.

 However, thanks to the Chems(chemicals) found by the scavenging parties of this happy little camp up in the hills a golden beacon upon the mountainside shimmering for all to see. Civilization had momentarily returned to the wasteland.. 

 https://5kyeeidtal.bandcamp.com/track/closed-universes-ring-singularities-nobodisoundz-mix

Along the Way a docile young vault girl wanders into an abandoned supermarket where when looking through an old rusty locker filled with radroaches she discovers something. A square Gelatin tablet with a Pac-Man symbol on it . Could it be? LSD? She thought to herself before mindlessly consuming the tab. 

Lady Jasmine BlackMarsh of the Elden Lands an anthropomorphic half cobra half shark hybrid was not born in Vault 371 but raised in it by her parents Nyuu, her father and son of Aranea, a powerful historical  figure who saved their world from the T-virus long ago.  She was a aquamarine colored Cobra with Beautiful orange eyes like lava and hissed to express her happiness at the world and was just generally a blissful creature. Upon leaving the old abandoned supermarket where she had consumed the LSD she headed east for many months following three full moons till she found a settlement known as Megaton. She walked in through the gigantic metal gate made of old scrap. Needing repairs for her Gold plated Uzi she inherited from her Grandparent Aranea when they finally passed 10 years ago. 

 Soon They were inseparable, petting each other all over town and Lady Jasmine's hissing had become almost constant. Jasmine's long half cobra half shark tongue slithered around Morias little clit and got tangled in her ginger pussy every night after that day! Though this heaven would soon turn to hell as mindless raiders attacked their beautiful megaton shack one day! They were saved by attacking super mutants whom they nuked with Morias Fat Man she had been saving behind the counter for this kind of a situation. There they built a new settlement there called “Nuka-Town” a LGBTQ friendly neutral settlement where taxes are paid in cannabis & Nuka Cola is freely dispensed in vending machines to its 8 residents.

 Currently in Nuka-Town(completely unaffiliated with Nuka-World)  there are 4 houses for the 4 families there & they each inhabit one distinct direction each. To the North The Werewolves, to the east the horse 'Egun' and his companion 'Esnei', to the south Lady Jasmine and her human lover Moria Brown author of 'The Wasteland Survival Guide’, and to the west lived Lady Priscilla skunk the honorary Mayor of Nuka-Town and all the other species. Lady skunk was very fussy and this is why they gave her this position to keep her and her delicious smelling juices away from the populus. Together they formed a post-apocalyptic version of a furry-like animal crossing village where weapons and ammo could be traded for items like food and water. One day a casino is constructed where they all have a furry BDSM orgy….until one day it is over-run by the NCR. 

“The wasteland is still hungry, but I am the only  one which can feed it,'' thought 18 year old Jasmine,.She alone can satisfy its lusty hunger. 

     Ch.2  Call me Judgment

Lady Jasmine BlackMash was with the Werewolves 'BadGirl Buttercup' and 'Problem Pup'  who would harvest souls…I mean…scavenge at night! Holding her .50 Cal upright she kicked the door open to the abandoned chem lab! Gimme all the "Bepis" you got or I’m gonna start shooting!! Bullets were flying everywhere, left and right, diagonally, hexagonally, inside out, inside other dimensions of space and time and across the hall. 

Lady jasmine BlackMarsh had been Shot through the Hood which all Cobras had upon their head. She hissed “SSSSssssSSssSsssssSSSS '' and took cover fearing defeat and even greater injury. She stitched and suitred it right then and there which was pretty “Bad-Ass” if I do say so myself. 

    "A little 50% rubbing Alcohol also never hurts" she thought. It did burn though …she hissed again! Though this could not be avoided for even the daughter of the great Nyuu could not withstand the pain this caused her and the bullet holes were cleansed of anything which could infect them. Lady Jasmine Kyuu BlackMarsh of the Elden Lands was a Freelancer, an ancient disgraced knightly order. As she stared into the distance she began to fall down the dry mountainside unexpectedly( Probably from so much blood loss to her brain). She quickly grabbed her snowboard (hit a chunk of rock with her musket and held on for dear life) and sled down the hill holding her gold plated musket in hand in case of a suprise deathclaw attack while snowboarding down the hill. She loaded it with a shot of Pure SIlver Bullets (not cheap)which could put down anything, they were made by Moria Brown 60 years old currently residing inside Nuka-Town after her old one was destroyed by somebody called the lone wanderer. Sounds kind of crazy to me, but that's the wasteland for yah”.

“Ys-Attan Vrsana Pretesh!!’ BlackMarsh said summoning a Merkabah of light blue which then summoned a seraphim or large angelic being to aid mankind. This spirit appeared around her.

 Spirits from a nearby Vampire Den have been reported roaming on the road by Nuka Town by the local officials *cough* like Lady Priscilla Skunk The Wise always profounding the ancient mantra which I so adore of Wisdom, Emptiness, and Restraint. A perfect Trigram of human knowledge”  *cough* She was the most popular girl at Nuka Town high back in 2100 A.E. which would make her hundreds of years old considering she was born in 2019. So I went with my angel to investigate; when I found a mysterious portal glowing violently purple and made of 24 skulls of humans all missing teeth and had long dreadlocks and beads with gold at the end.

At the end of a Vampire Tomb to another world where I saw another large angel (different than the one I had summoned previously)moving amongst the stars. I came back through the portal and now attempt to unite Nuka-Town, send everyone to a new reality which is non-irradiated and never have to worry about the NRC again!

I went back to the center of Nuka-Town and said to everyone “listen up, this is a conscription I found a portal to another world with a giant Lich in it I literally can’t kill it alone and I need all my friends from Twitter to help me!They called back… ok, but only because the fabric of time and space is literally threatened as we all  have heard the reports of vampires from priscilla Skunk the wise immaculate one too. They all put away their alcohol, smoking, and sex toys temporarily….It took about 2 hours. I did a short role call examining everyone's weapons and magic shortly before this epic battle.

I brought them that night to the Vampire's Tomb where we camped for a moon and trained by slaying vampires which would come to feast upon living flesh. There I found the Demon slayer Egun and their Partner Esnei who was a constant source of emotional support when times got rough. The sealer D’Lee-Doe was in our ranks, with his mighty fist of holiness telling us always about reaching heaven through violence. He was a large seagull person who had trained in the art of sealing away demons with sacred chants and salt. He would pray to Kali daily with his meals as well carrying a one and a half foot statue of her around constantly to pray to it at the appropriate times throughout the day. The local mayor even showed up! That’s right PriscillaSkunk who was traveling all the way from the western most part of Nuka-Town to be there and give the party her sweet tears in a bottle! We would all make offerings of Milk to her and she was fun and goofy to be around like in a Julie Andrews ‘Sound of Music’. She carried around a big pole with over 30 bells on it and was considered the towns priest as this created a wall which no demons could ever hope to pass at whim.  Egun was a very calm and reserved party member as I recall, and Esnei was very joyful and playful, always hugging you. I would give her a spank with a bamboo cane regularly. She didn’t like this much though being a panda she considered it a food fetish, but kept trying to tell her it was more that I just thought it was a great honor to be spanked in my culture however. We got along quite well after this and I learned to show respect to the mistress of “Egun The Demonslayer”.

The Where-wolve shade girls, Bad Girls Buttercup and Problem Pup had been training their shinobi arts when they weren't trying to make new synth music using old junk found in abandoned wreckage from the Arken civilization which remained after the explosion. They wore intricate masks made by gifted artisans to hide their true identity and custom made Katar claws and guillotine axes which could be held by hand and swung viciously decapitating opponents with a single blow before running into the night. 

After one whole month of fighting these walking dust piles(changed for legal purposes) which came from the purple portal with 24 heads with dreads and gold at the end, the time had come to enter the portal where the large angel/ Arch Lich entity came from just one month ago. Even our chanter Priscilla knew their high leveled spells would be of little use against this behemoth collectively or die trying. We formed the power circle right before entering the catacombs, an Ancient Chanter ritual to get everyone excited through their own auras, actually a very scientific process according to Moria. 

Instantly a cold chill possessed us and we all felt as though we were going to die. A golden tomb lay in front of us with a woman engraved up its outside and it opened instantly as we entered through the other side of the portal. The Lich said, welcome travelers, I am darkness, I am death, which do you desire? 

I should have been more prepared. What was I thinking bringing everyone into this?!t was more than risky, insane even! However, we were more than just pawns on a chessboard, we are ICONS! I had been unable to dodge its initial blast of molten green energy dew which emanated from its casket. I limp down to a cloud which could hold me there. I thought quick wait, I can just shoot a chain out of my musket into this Beings abdomen. I shot, and whipped right around him firing 50 cal. bullets from thin air even though my arm had been melted off by the Behemoth I now call him Bethesda for around this beautiful angel lie pools of dead corpses which he would eat. Beings from other dimensions…unfolding pain and agony in every direction.

“Attack the Colossus!” I screamed to my friends, we were more a coalition of Demiurges in the reality before this one, and this was how we were going to break free, we had to keep moving forward or there would be no reality to return to. The being completely teleported out of the room and took this time to heal myself using a strong herbal potion. Meanwhile Lady Priscilla Skunk cast their spell Songweave which blessed our party with the might of the gods themselves at this time, as she rang her beautiful bells in her ladylike dresses with her fancy handmade hats. Though this was not enough as the fire had already taken my arm. This caused Lady Jasmine BlackMarsh of the Elden Lands to walk to the edge of the large room they were in and begin to bandage her arms…saving her from bleeding to death. Luckily she was right handed and it had been her left forearm because she would have been terribly crippled since she was primarily right handed. She soon realized that there wasn’t any way she was gonna get back in this fight after being crippled by the world eater Bethesda. “It was now or never” she thought, picking up her Winchester and firing its hook into the eye of Bethesda! 

I hurtled toward the behemoth at a ferocious speed and before I knew it I had whizzed through the skull of him causing him to collapse as my experimental power armor had propelled me like a bullet into his skull. I almost got stuck but was able to dig out using a Mr. Handy chainsaw which I like to keep on hand in situations like these. I then sawed off the head and we hauled the body through the portal to the other world keeping it open in-case we ever needed to go back and Priscilla skunk was even left there to guard it and Nuka Town Quantum was established there that day! I also felt that I became more than a cobra that day…I became Royalty!” 

Ch.3 Appolexus 

Even though she had obtained all the riches she could ever want in the new “Dark World” some might call it due to its very nature, she was not satisfied and missed the old world with a passion of nostalgia. I decided to make a trip back to find some books at Morias old shack. 

However I found something strange, that everyone who had stayed there was now very old implying that we stayed very young in the dark world, some kind of new immortality I am not aware of. Apparently my grandchildren are now some of the inhabitants and they use this thing called Twitter to communicate by sending terrible memes to each other…idk bro they say sometimes and i don’t even honestly know what this means at all. Now when we return to the light world people believe us to be a traveling caravan of murdering hippies who want to tear down their Pleasantville-esque utopia of racism and inequality which Nuka-Town was never meant to be. So those of us from the original world who disagree with this go and sell Nuka Cola-Quantum illegally in protest to this. After infringing on every copyright law something happens….

Aliens come to Terra and take Lady Jasmine Blackmarsh to a new earth inhabited by zombies.There she learns of her zombie slaying heritage and changes her name to Aesma J. BlackMarsh Princess of the Pistol. A real Dead Eye 80 in her day blessed with the Shinigami Eye  of her ancestor <The Electro-Dragon> which was written on an old lighthouse by the shores of Bastion Poppy territory allowing her to earn this title. Upon returning to earth she starts ranching out in Fort Garland Colorado by Mt. Blanca and Moria live out the rest of their days happy together in a nice little Hobbit Hole they made together on a nice and dry rocky hill.

[spaces0ngs]

iris in an eye of michael verse like gimme that sweet t juice

#iris getting the enhancement shot: is this gonna give a 'stache??? #ooc . #kidding. but also.

[mhkeiger]

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[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟbeelzebub’s hunger was insatiable, but nothing was ever gonna be as delicious to him as you are.

warnings : f. reader, previous breeding, cum eating, over-stimulation, f. oral receiving.

the room feels hot as you lie dazed with your back against the bed, there’s a slight sheen of sweat on your skin and your thighs are still trembling from the blissful feeling of your orgasms that beel has already pulled from your pliant body.

“so, so good—ughhh, so.. hungry, need more.” he moans shakily as he moves from his place over you. his lips are swollen and parted to match the already fucked out expression on his flushed face when he blinks down at you. you whimper when you feel beel suddenly pull out of your puffy cunt, his thick load following the blunt head of his cock as it drips down your folds, pooling on the sheets underneath you.

your walls flex, suddenly feeling empty after previously being so full, and your mind is still hazy when you feel beel’s huge body shuffle from his place between your thighs. your mind only able to focus when you feel him push himself between your legs, the broad muscles of his back flexing as he knocks your thighs wider with his shoulders, violet eyes heavy with lust and locked intensely on your stretched pussy before he groans; ragged and hungry at the sight.

“look so good, so tasty—gotta t-taste you.” beel grumbles and your hips twitch at the sudden jolt of pleasure when he slides his thick fingers between your messy folds, coating the digits with a mixture of your juices and his cum before he groans, deep and languid when he slides them between his lips after, lewdly slurping them clean before pulling away with a pop.

“so delicious, n-need more.” his words are breathless and needy as he buries himself into you, your back arching almost painfully at the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins before it rests back against the damp sheets. it’s lewd, the way beel’s smacking and slurping at the mixture of slick and cum coating your cunt, dipping his tongue past your folds and curling it into your flexing walls as if he’s been starved for weeks.

the lower half of his face is already soaked, his fingers flexing almost painfully into the flesh of your thighs as he keeps you spread open for him, lapping at your clit as he groans—each low vibration going straight to the sensitive bud, not even paying attention to the fact his cock is already hard and twitching against the sheets again.

“gimme more—shit, need more, not full yet.” beel feels lightheaded at the almost primal arousal pooling in his stomach as he laps at you, alternating between sucking your clit between his lips and pushing his tongue into your stretched hole. he’s so fucked out and dumb at the taste of you both, his movements almost desperate and you feel pleasure racing through you with each messy movement he makes between suckling and slurping noises.

your hands grab at the damp orange hair that’s messily hanging over his forehead, your fingers tightening when beel groans again, shaking his head messily between your thighs before he flattens his tongue against your clit, grumbling about how good you both taste together as he pants wildly.

it only takes a few more swipes of his tongue before your body slackens, another orgasm shooting aftershocks through your body as your hips jolt up to ride his mouth. you hear beel’s lewd slurping grow louder as you cream on his face before he pulls away, flushed from his cheeks to his broad chest as his heavy cock knocks against your shakey thighs.

“please, let me fill you up again—i’m ready to go again, n-need to taste you more, still hungry.“

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[michaelmilligan]

Other trans person: Hey fam, it's my hormonversary, I've been on HRT for XX months now!

Me: Transition goals.

#Listen I don't have a lot of goals right now #Just starting HRT is the dream tbh #Maybe possibly getting some stubble would be nice #But rn any of that seems so far away bc I'm stuck in a step along the way and nothing is moving and I'm so tired #If it wasn't dangerous I'd be seriously considering getting some T without a prescription #But honestly having a doctor to discuss your dosage with seems pretty important #Also estrogen blockers would be nice #Tldr: ugh I want the T juice #Gimme the T juice #All this red tape I need to get through is so fucking unnecessary #Trans stuff #Rant