#a degenerate writes

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival boys as omegas and how they deal with their heat

Warnings: ABO, suggestive material with Olivine, drug use with Edmond and Rei

Yakumo

He needs a big nest. It's easier to take him back home because he already has an entire room set up for this. His heats are unfortunately long but as long as he has his nest it's okay. You will have to bring him anything he may need when he's in there because no force can get him out. Cuddle with him or not he's okay. He knows you love him because he's surrounded by your scent and those he cares about. He's not clingy or distant, he just wants to get through this without leaving his fluffy little room. He was extremely scared to let you into his nest the first time, but when he did finally let you in you realized that it was already covered with your shirts and jackets. He feels guilty about stealing your scented clothing but he is not giving it back. Not that you mind.

Edmond

The king has been suppling him with suppressors so he can do his job and not have to deal with his heat. Unfortunately being on suppressors for years is not healthy for someone. He was so scared when his suppressors didn't work because his body built a tolerance and he went through a full heat cycle for the first time. He becomes super sensitive during this time so he doesn't want any physical contact. He gets sensory overload easily but sit near him and he'll use you as a grounding force. Just let him touch you at his own pace so he doesn't get overwhelmed. He gets really timid and skittish during his heat, and he hates how it makes him feel. He appreciates how understanding you are during these times, but was scared at first because he didn't know how you would react.

Olivine

It's hard to smell when his heat is coming because he's always covered in incense. However when it hits, it hits hard. He doesn't want to worry anyone so he ignores his heat until he's in so much pain he collapses. Unfortunately there are plenty of people who want to take advantage of him so you need to be the first to find him if he does. He wants to bathe in your scent, so give him your shirt to wear and he's happy. He will ask you to help the church since he can't do his duties like this. Help the church to make him stop worrying but spend time with him too. Once he's in his nest he's not leaving until his cycle finishes. He loves your presence and when he's like this you can convince him to do pretty much anything, he kind of stops thinking. That makes it easy for you to just tell him to relax and let you take care of him.

Quincy

He smells so strong when his heat finally hits, and it smells so good! His scent is very musky and the pine sap undertones is the only hint of sweetness. He smells like an alpha even when he's in heat. His heats are not frequent and they don't last long, only about 2 days every few months. He used to just wander into the woods and come back after a few days preferring to handle it alone, but now that he has you (as the wonderful loving alpha you are) he loves snuggling up with you through his heat. His heat never bothered him much and it was really only his scent that gave him away. He loves having you with him though. He may get a little possessive during this time but he's mostly normal. If he wanted to he could just go about his life as normal, but he'd rather spend the time with you. He doesn't use a nest so you'll just be hanging out in his cabin mostly. He also becomes a little more open to PDA like hand holding.

Kuya

He is slightly more obnoxious than usual right before it starts, wanting to push you away because he hates not feeling in control. When he finally enters his heat he's a big pile of mush. He's also a lot more honest than he'd like. Gifts and other things make him really happy and he'll tell you just how much he loves you pampering him. Just don't bring it up after his heat is over because he'll deny it to the end. He also has no scent, so besides the personality shift you can't tell when he's in or out of his cycle. Technically he does have a floral scent, but it's so faint that unless you are right on top of him you can't even tell it's there. Sometimes when he's not in his heat he'll be a little mean in hopes that you'll bring him a present.

Blade

He recognizes the warning signs really early on and gets actually pretty excited about it. He loves curling up in the nest that you lovingly filled with soft and cute things for him. Somehow he became more cuddly than normal. His heat isn't that bad, it's just uncomfortable for him if you're not around. His scent turns super sweet like candy and is really strong. He doesn't really need the nest because his heat doesn't cause him too much discomfort, but there's no way he's missing out on an opportunity to be surrounded by you and other cute things.

Garu

He wants to be on top of you the entire time he's in heat, and I mean the entire time. You aren't allowed to even move without him whimpering like he's in pain. Not that you were going to leave but sometimes you just need to adjust. The easiest way to leave the nest (if you absolutely have to) is to pick him up and carry him with you. He'll have his face buried in your neck or chest the whole time. He isn't actually in any pain physically, but he gets extremely distressed if he can't feel you with him.

Karu

Anger. He tries to fight his heat and it just hurts him more. You are going to have to fight to get him into a nest, but once you do he is not leaving and neither are you. He's a strong independent boy that doesn't need an alpha! …But as long as you're here he might as well scent you. He wants to provide for you so if you smell his heat coming early you should encourage him to go hunting that way you won't have to, and he can feel like he is still taking care of you during his heat.

Dante

Stubborn idiot pushes through the pain of his heat. He doesn't have a very strong heat scent but that's because he wears a rare incense to mask it. He will go about his day as normal, fighting, training, being a good ruler, but he collapses into his nest the moment the sun sets. He doesn't like a big nest but he does want you by his side. Your scent helps relieve some of the pain that's built up during the day. If you try to pamper him with gifts he will probably get mad. He doesn't like being spoiled when he's in heat, but after he'll be fine with it. He can be nippy during this time but if he gets really aggressive he will apologize afterwards. You need to keep an eye on him during the day when he leaves to do his duties. There is no convincing him to stay inside during this time but you do your best to take care of him without interfering.

Rei

Oh he despises his heat. He is almost always sick when his heat hits, and it's entirely his own fault. He hates his heat cycle so much that he makes different drugs or blockers or suppressors to try and stop it. For someone who doesn't show much emotion normally he gets incredibly fired up around his heat. He does not want anybody anywhere near him during this time, despite needing the help. He hates that physical contact makes him feel good and that he finds your scent relaxing. He tries so hard to push you away but sometimes you just need to force him into a blanket so he doesn't make himself sicker. He is also going to be mad at you for a few days because it worked.

Eiden

It would be so cruel if he never experienced a heat cycle until he came to this world. Unfortunately for him that's what I'm going with. You smelled his heat coming only hours before it hit him. No one realized he was going to be an omega so no one had a nest prepared for him. If he's joined up with the clan members one of them could lend their nest. If not he spends the entire time acting as a weighted blanket, laying directly on top of you to take in your scent and warmth. This is the first time his head has felt fuzzy like this and it does scare him at first, but you're so patient and caring as you help him through his heat. You make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Aster

I know it's hard but please keep yourself covered when he's in heat. He gets more cuddly and it's adorable, but he also gets a lot more bitey. The first time you were with him during a heat he almost drank you dry. He thinks your scent is calming and delicious. Give him lots of scented shirts and you'll be okay. He does like cuddling with you but you just have to be mindful of how close you are to his mouth. You have to be careful when you're getting in or out of his nest because all the fabrics that fill it are incredibly expensive, and if you tear a single piece he is going to make you pay.

Morvay

Honestly he's so clingy and needy in general that it's hard to tell when he's actually in heat, or faking for attention because he knows you'll spoil him. Not that you don't spoil him anyway but he absolutely loves when all of your attention is on him during his heat. He becomes a little more greedy during his heat. His scent doesn't become stronger but it does become thicker. Like his scent lingers more and it feels like it sticks to you. You don't mind wearing his scent, and he loves when you smell like him and when he smells like you.

#ABO #omegaverse #alpha reader #Nu carnival Yakumo #nu carnival Edmond #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival Quincy #nu carnival Kuya #nu carnival Garu #nu carnival Dante #nu carnival Rei #nu carnival Aster #nu carnival Morvay #nu carnival Eiden #nu carnival x reader #nu carnival #a degenerate writes #♦️

[moondirti]

(first time doing a ask bare with me)

pretty please a continue of the house distribution thing. the fic where she does military housing to afford rent. just a continuation please 🙏🏽

feel free to skip if your mind is just blank with ideas for it x

simon riley / afab! reader • part one cw: dubcon, intoxication, spanking, wedgies, degradation, dacryphilia, very mild puppy play (mostly just pet names)

"Well, aren' you a sight."

Much like the lamplight, his voice is low. Mocking, almost. You'd think he were amused if it weren't for the dangerous way his eyes assess your sorry state, raking the lines of your bare legs to the way your dress wraps tight around your chest. It almost escapes you that he's maskless at first, so entranced by the glint of his pupils, the shadowed irises that pinch a deep, very primal nerve in you.

His lips curl into an uneven sneer, scar dissecting the bottom and running down to his chin. You wipe your nose with the heel of your hand, giving your best attempt at an apathetic shrug.

"I had fun."

"Did'ya now?" He laughs humourlessly. "Mus' have different ideas of fun, me and you. Can' see the fun in getting pissed out'f my mind, worryin' the people in your life by stayin' out s'late."

Spite flares, fear slinking back your throat to make room for the petulance that froths on your tongue like venom. It completely poisons his admission to the fact that he'd been worried, turns it into something pathetic and hypocritical. You storm closer. Wild. Angry.

"That's fucking rich coming from you. What is your idea of fun, then, Lieutenant? Tormenting women who open up their home to you? Walking in on them in the bathroom, pissing all over the fucking seat? Does it grant you satisfaction to make people so uncomfortable that they'd rather be anywhere but with you?"

His jaw tenses, a "careful, pet." grunted under his breath, but he makes no move to stop you. Just continues sitting on your couch, legs spread, simmering. Waiting for you to tire out.

"Shut the fuck up. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can hardly be at bloody peace in my own house anymore! You're- You're... A fucking nightmare, Riley! So excuse me if I went out and enjoyed myself when I haven't been able to do so in weeks!"

By the end of your little tirade, you're an even worse mess than you had been before. Flyaways stick to your sweaty temple, mascara rims your blown eyes. Your panting does nothing to calm the frantic race of your heart, which beats at your ribcage like doldrums to war. You can feel the effects of it everywhere; your pulse, hot and quick, at your eyebrow, your wrists, the arch of your foot.

Riley stands. Your lip trembles.

You're so close now that your gaze is level with his chest. Tall. You'd forgotten how tall he was. Or how wide. Or dangerous. His biceps – bare given his tight-fitted t-shirt, tree-trunk large and enough to crush watermelons – tense, and all-too-suddenly, you find your jaw clutched in a bruising grip. He jerks your head up so your eyes meet his.

"Simon." He mutters. "But you don't get to call me tha', or anything at all but Sir."

"Letmegomff–" You're rendered mute when his thumb and forefinger press your cheeks together, but that certainly doesn't stop you from whining.

"Y'wanna know my idea of a good time?" Purely rhetorical, of course. Aside from not being able to answer him, it doesn't matter what you want. There's a clear direction this seems to be heading towards – someplace where the hand pawing your ass continues lower, or where the length in his pants fits down your throat. Someplace not unwelcome by you, despite the way you thrash and cry in his arms. "It's putting foul things like you in their place."

He shucks your dress over your ass, the fabric bunching around your waist, and hooks a fist in the waistline of your soaked panties. Your mind is so foggy, influenced by shitty tequila and the subspace Simon bullies you into embracing, that you don't process the cause of your pain immediately. Don't correlate it to the way he pulls upward, your underwear bunching into a tight line that cleaves between your ass-cheeks and rubs abrasively against your poor clit. Don't– can't confront it until the force literally picks you up off the floor, toes barely touching the ground, held up by a wedgie and the grip around your jaw alone.

Tears spring to your lash line, tracing miserable treks down your cheeks. His thumb swipes what it can away, pushing the salty water into your mouth, and stays there while you lap at his calloused fingertips.

"There we go. Look at you, brainless mutt. Jus' need something on your cunt and something in your mouth to keep you quiet, hm? Happy to hang li'e this for hours, I bet."

Your muffled yell is met with another laugh, thumb pushing deeper into your mouth to shut you up.

"Shh, I know. Still need'ta be taught a lesson. I haven' forgotten." The stitches on your panties begin to tear, the rips loud and relieving, especially when you start to sag back down to the floor. Simon doesn't take it with any kind of urgency, though he cocks his head at the way you blink up at him, lashes fanning in rapid succession. An unspoken, desperate plea. "Was gonna hold out, get you sobered up for your punishment. But you're practically itchin' for it, aren' you?"

He puppets your head into an enthusiastic nod, which he meets with a faux huff.

"Course you are." The forbearing quality of his tone is promptly betrayed by the way you're manhandled over his lap. Pivoting one hand opposite to the other, he's able to sit on the couch and get you thrown over his thighs in a mere matter of seconds. "Normally I'd make y'count, but I figure you're too far gone for that. Jus' try to keep your wailing quiet."

Your underwear gives in with a final tug, ripping from the soaked gusset to become nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric around your hips. Simon swipes the tattered remains off your raised bottom, taking longer than necessary to smooth over the area. It's all the indication you need to what's coming – his rough palm teases the nerve endings below your softer skin, bringing them to frenzied life. Preparing them to hurt.

When he breaks away, you hold your breath.

The air behind you whistles as his hand comes down.

A sharp, resounding crack fractures the baited silence of the room. Your mouth flies open. Searing pain roars across your backside like wildfire, worsening every second it's exposed to open elements. Your scream is belated, thunder to the lightening, tearing from your throat only after the initial shock subsides.

A series of lighter blows land on alternating cheeks, two fingers returning to gag you through the onslaught. Unlike his thumb, these reach the very back of your tonsils, prompting wet gags as they fondle with your throat. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, slicking your chin with lipstick-tinted fluid.

"Fuckin' beautiful when you're not givin' an attitude, puppy. All stupid and submissive, cunt droolin' on my lap."

You groan, choke, then cry some more when his spanks grow incrementally harsher again. Gratefully, they're never in the same place twice. He beats the top of your thighs, your lower back, the sides of your hips. Your cheeks especially, which start to emit a steady kind of heat the longer he keeps it up.

Eventually, as a matter of coping, your brain starts to consider the cruel sting as pleasurable instead, sending little bolts of pleasure directly to your clit every time his hand comes down on your ass. It swells, fattening up with blood, pressing tighter against the steady mass of his thigh. Inadvertently, you start rutting against it to find more of the same relief, humping his leg like the dog he's making you out to be.

It doesn't escape his notice, of course.

His foot pushes one of your flailing ankles outward so that your legs are spread, pussy made vulnerable to his scrutiny. The next slap is thus aimed straight at your fluttering hole, slick doing nothing to affect his deadly precision. When it lands, it lands exactly where he meant for it to, and introduces you to a whole other degree of pain that has you seeing stars. You're openly bawling around his fingers now, vision so cloudy you can't tell light from dark.

"Didn' like tha', did you?"

"Nngh– nmmph!"

"There's more where it came from, pup. Best listen to everythin' I say from now on, then, 'less you wan' your little hole beat black 'n' blue."

Simon stresses his point by tracing the seam of your cunt, collecting the lubrication there to smear across the hotspot at the top. Presses into it. Grants you a little gratification, as if to say: and here's what you can have if you behave.

"You gonna be a good pet?"

This time, he withdraws his fingers from your maw. Expects a response, even though it takes you ages to recover from the lack of oxygen. You swallow the saliva pooling behind your teeth, inhaling ragged gasps that make your lungs ache.

He pinches your clit when you take too long. Lightly, but it's enough.

"Yes! Yes, s-sir. I'll be good."

#please no one mention this degenerate piece of writing to me ever again #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #tw dubcon #༄dee answers #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon 'ghost' riley #simon riley #ghost #x afab reader #call of duty #cod

[takami-takami]

Scent Kink!Keigo who's raptorial senses have been finely honed like a sharpened blade for as long as he can remember. For all his analytical prowess, he could never quite pinpoint the exact cause of his heightened senses. Perhaps it, like most things, is a combination of nature and nurture— avian DNA and brutal, militant training. The source matters little to him. Keigo has always been one for outcomes.

Scent Kink!Keigo who discovers pretty early on in your friendship that your scent is distinct. If he could put it into words, the first that would come to mind is warm. It smells warm when he sits next to you on the couch, bouncing his leg like a dog that smells something delectable right under its nose yet tries to behave and contain himself all the same. Your neck is perfectly bare. If he could just lean over and bury his nose in whatever crevice is most available, he'd die a happy man. 

Scent Kink!Keigo who is actually so normal about your scent, all these years later. Sure, he memorizes your smell, conjures up the scent in his mind's eye whenever he has trouble sleeping at night. The thought of it soothes him, aids in building his picturesque fantasies of you holding him from behind and shushing the bad dreams away. But he's very normal about it. Of course he's attached— you're his best friend.

Scent Kink!Keigo who can't remember the first time your scent began to cause his pants to grow tight. He thinks it was that night you arrived late for your usual meetup, panting and running before throwing your arms around him and apologizing, promising you ran just to make sure he didn't wait too long. He remembers his eyes widening while his pupils shrunk to dots, overwhelmed by the potency of you invading every sense. It made his cock throb. He made an excuse to hide in the bathroom within the hour.

Scent Kink!Keigo who does a remarkable job at containing the whine in his throat when you show him around your new apartment, quickly discovering you didn't bother to put away your laundry basket before he arrived. Why should you worry about your best friend seeing it? Keigo would never hold ill intentions. Keigo would never stuff a pair of your panties in his back pocket, Keigo wouldn't dream of fantasizing the second he secures it, flashes of the misbehavior he could get up to conjured quickly in his mind.

Scent Kink!Keigo who fidgets and avoids your eyes when you insist he stay so you can feed him takeout that night. The weight of his prize stings against his thigh; and as much as he loves your company, something else is calling to his attention right now. He quickly makes an excuse, faking a dispatch call by your window and waving once before he takes flight.

Scent Kink!Keigo who's brain glitches when he gets home and realizes he has to decide what to do first: take out his cock to touch himself and relieve the pressure straining in his pants, or pull your used panties out of his pocket. He picks the second option.

Scent Kink!Keigo who's whining in his bed moments later, your scent finally rubbed across his face with his hand fisting between his legs. It's like static when he twists his wrist with each stroke, imagining the smell of sex in the air as you ride his cock. Eyes rolled into the back of his skull, he swears the scent of your freshly used panties is enough. At least for tonight. At least until he needs a little refresher for his memory and has to snag another.

Scent Kink!Keigo who thinks he's a degenerate. He's a pervert. He's a sick freak who gets off on his crush's panties stuffing his mouth to muffle his moans, his saliva drenching the poor fabric; and he's even sicker for getting his dick wet to the thought of you catching him and repeating those insults in his ear while you sit on his face. He's sick, imagining himself inhaling it right from the source, spilling all over his abdomen to the thought of it.

Scent Kink!Keigo who is entirely, utterly fucked when you decide to move in together as roommates. Trouble isn't something he considered before. He's too excited by the idea of being around you to consider the repercussions on his mental health to be in such close proximity to you when night falls.

Scent Kink!Keigo who doesn't know whether it's a blessing or a curse that your room is directly adjacent to his. He knows exactly when you're touching yourself in the next room over.

Scent Kink!Keigo who throws his head back with a groan, hand ghosting down his happy trail and sliding beneath his waistband to grab his swelling cock again.

#dark content #kind of #I wrote this in the backseat of a moving car like a degenerate instead of making conversation like a normal person #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha thirst #bnha thirst #🖋 writing #🌶 spice #smut #x reader #fem clothes

[prettyboy-basement]

. . . searching . . . found ! obey (chuuya x ftm!dogboy!reader)

chuuya was so damn tired.

mori was really running him ragged nowadays. he was really about to kill someone, just to let off some steam.

tuuug!

he looked down and saw you tugging at his pants. you were looking at him a dumb smile on your face.

"ah, hey pup." he patted your head. "did you miss me, darling?"

you nodded and leaned into his hand.

"so cute. come on, up in my arms."

you were lifted into his arms he kissed all over your face. you yipped happily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"awww, so cute. you know, pups are the cutest." he kissed your neck. "god, mori runs me to hell and back, you know."

you whined softly and he chuckled, reaching under to palm at your cunt.

"that's a good pup... just sit back and let me have my fun, you know?"

chuuya forgot how long it was since he got you. you were shaking in the warehouse and he just decided to pick you up and bring you home.

you were shaking for several days afterward and he just talked to you and slowly got closer to you.

and it did help that sometimes you saw him getting off by himself.

"chuuuuuya..." you whimpered.

he almost forgot that he was fingering you and looked down.

"hm? oh, sorry, darling." he leaned back and unbuckled his pants and let his cock out.

"come on, puppy. ride me, yeah?"

you nodded and sat on his cock. god, he loved you. you were always so enthusiastic and excited with everythinf.

"mmmn! i love you chuuya! i love you, i lo-ove you!"

he chuckled and gently stroked your cock. "yeah, i love you too, darling."

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #x reader #xreader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #nakahara chūya #ftm reader #absolute degenerate writings #requested degeneracy

[ashersanity]

I love how most of us Whitney sluts universally agree that Whitney has a big dick/big tits, sure, but Kylar's is still definitely bigger :) - :) Degenerate anon :)

thanks, degenerate anon. now I’m going to go in specific details of how I headcanon LI’s genitals, m! and f!, think of it as cis or trans, idc.

this is all your fault btw.

cw! asher being fucking insane

robin

dick! : bigger than average, y’know, not too big or on the same calibre as whitney and kylar, but it’s not the cock you’d expect springing out of a sweet guy like robin. blushing furiously the first time you even see it, gets hard easily, brush of your finger tips over the tip and it’s already swelling in his pants, aching to be inside of you. does a bad job at hiding the visible bulge in his pants, thighs not-so-subtly pressing together.

pussy! : uhh warm, like a nice, soothing heat that lovingly welcomes you inside, clenches and squeezes a lot right around your length whenever you tease her too much. kinda hard to describe pussy the same way I do with dick cuz I don’t got one, so.. just like her other counterpart, she’s getting wet in an instant under your fingers, very noisy and squelchy too. attempts to play it off as adjusting her panties beneath her skirt or shorts if she’s cross dressing even if it’s to relieve some tension.

whitney

dick! : that shit is thick, barely can wrap your hand around the full girth, subtle throbbing of his cock from your touch alone. bully definitely has piercings on there, jacob ladder or whatever you call that shit, sink it right inside your warm tight hole just to grind it real well against your walls. likes the sound of your soft whimpers that elicits from you. is always stupidly hard for some reason.(HE IS JUST LIKE ME FR) give whitney a teasing, flirty look in his direction and he’s already erect and ready to go on the park bench, wherever, whenever.

pussy! : oh boy.. demanding and aching to get filled up or stimulated in whatever way possible. if m!whitney is a horny, feral bastard, then f!whitney is twice as bad, if not entirely worse. typa cunt you bury your full length into, just slip it inside and it’s squeezing just right around you and you’re going “OH GOD, IM GON FUCKIN’ NU-“ 12/10 pussy, the one you never forget for the rest of your life. has been penetrated plenty of times and I don’t give a shit if it’s slutty or used up, I’m still using it.

kylar

dick! : monster cock, ginormous. scarred hands reaching for his belt, little kylar fishing that out of his pants and your eyes feel like they might just bulge out of your sockets from how absurdly big that thing is. girth is thick, but not as thick as whitney I’d say, definitely bigger for sure. very veiny, flushed up tip that oozes loads of pre-cum at the end. gets shy whenever you slip your hand past his boxers, fabric of his underwear getting soaked in an instant. would be reaching your crevix the second that gremlin is thrusting that whole shit in, cums easily too and lasts like 2 seconds. (just like me fr)

pussy! : monster pussy too, will destroy your dick/strap-on regardless, sucks that shit in like a vampire who hasn’t had the slightest droplet of blood in the last 5000 years. soaking wet in an instant at whatever thing you’re doing. your warm breath hitting the shell of her ear, elbows brushing against each other as you lean over to observe the sketches she’s made of you. wet, wet, wet, fuck, she always needs a new pair of panties from how much she soaks. got that gorilla grip too, will not allow you to pull out at all, NEEDS you to cum inside her wether you have a dick or not.

sydney

dick! : “guys, did you hear? that church boy’s dick is bigger than expected” yeah, they weren’t lying on that one. gifted from the heavens really, literal angels singing as he finally exposes himself to you, bashfully so too. tip of his cock head is a nice, old pink. classic virgin dick, trailing your fingertips over the length and he’s already up. oddly enough, this may sound weird to say, but it’s the perfect balance of all cocks combined, the perfect dick as one would call it and now I’m envious of you, syd. shit. corrupted sydney is more or less the same except he’s not timid anymore, probably has piercings like whitney too.

pussy! : “holy shit, I heard that church girl pussy is the best.” one wise philosopher once said that, don’t know where I heard it though I’m sure it’s the truth. nothing hits better than getting pussy from a church girl. virgin mary type of shit where you’re burying yourself deep inside that pristine, untouched cunt and yelling out “OH LORD, GOOD HEAVENS!!!” like a british celebrating their 20th victory of colonizing another country. wet and warm, can be heard under the library as you tease her beneath her skirt, very squelchy? it’s just dripping down the length of her legs, clasped hand over her mouth as she tries to muffle her involuntary moans.

#I’m slowly spiraling down to the brink of madness #did I seriously just fucking write about some chars dick and pussy?? #what is wrong with me #shit #dol #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #degenerate anon #asher gets asks

[thoughtkick]

It’s very easy to lose hope, but we cannot do that. I always say that there’s a lot more good in the world than there is bad, and I continue to believe that. And that is what we must focus on.

Ellen DeGeneres

#Ellen DeGeneres #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[moraxsthrone]

scent marking > anything else

i-

i...don't have a valid argument. you win. 🏳️

NSFW beyond this point. MDNI or zl's dick will shrivel up bc you're too young for him. possessive!zhongli. scent marking.

but being with zhongli at some type of event or party. and he's watching another dude chatting you up from across the room, but his mouth is just a little too close to your ear. so zhongli makes his way over to you and nonchalantly asks to have a word with you.

down the hall, he pulls you into a nearby storage closet and next thing you know your back is dragging up and down the wall as he fucks his fat, glowing erection into you. his mouth is right up against your ear, commanding you to tell him who you fucking belong to.

so with your ankles digging into the musculature of his flexing ass, you answer him in broken whimpers, "y-you, zhong- hhhah- zhongli! only you, baby!"

he smirks. "that's right. now to fill you up with my musk so they know that as well-" his breathy words are cut off by the choked grunt that forces its way out of his throat when his large cock starts to jerk inside you. "hnhh fuck, that's it-" he growls, "take it all."

with little regard for your own satisfaction, he buries himself to the hilt and empties the warm, creamy contents of his heavy balls inside your weeping cunt as they spasm against your taint.

minutes later, you're walking arm in arm with him as a fat glob of his thick dragon seed oozes from your still-needy hole, past your inner thigh, allllll the way down to your ankle. if another man gets close enough now he'll need only breathe and he will instantly be put off with the knowledge that you've been claimed and mated by a far more powerful male.

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[stereotypicalsanriofemme]

Double pen from carabiner butches yay or nay

Oh ABSOLUTE YAY… one in the front and one in the back….

Just imagine it— two pretty butches, fighting over you day in and out. One’s a sweetheart. She’s got darker hair cut short and pretty full lips, eyes full of the need to treasure you. The other’s a blonde, all strong jawline and predatory gazes, calculating, possessive.

You really don’t know how you ended up here— pressed between their bodies, with the brunette prodding at your pussy and the blonde with two fingers in your ass.

“Was there really a reason…” you moan lightly, the sensitivity of fingers skimming past your clit making you shudder, “to do all of— ah! …This?”

“We just wanted to see which of us you liked more,” the brunette pouted, tracing little shapes and circles around your clit. “You’re always so cold to us, bunny…”

“I thought it was already clear who this pretty girl liked the most,” the blonde drawled, sliding her fingers out of your ass with a soft pop. You can feel her cock rutting between your cheeks, making your face burn bright pink from the stimulation.

“Well, she’s dripping all over my fingers like this,” the brunette says, rubbing their fingers over your sopping cunt, barely skimming over the entrance yet making you full-body shiver.

“Hm, she is,” the blonde says. She smacks your ass lightly and you whimper again, barely able to contain how aroused you are.

“Slut,” the blonde murmurs in your ear. “You like this, don’t you?” Her hands skim over your breasts, the rings on her fingers giving your hardened nipples a cold shock.

“Don’t be so mean to her,” the brunette scolds, making an irritated face at the other. “She deserves to be treasured, not treated like fuckmeat.”

The blonde lets out a tch. “This is treasuring her. You would think you knew better after all of those years of pining, huh? That your precious, innocent girl next door likes getting fucked like a whore.” She growls out the last syllable, shoving her face closer into the other’s direction. “This is treasuring her— this is loving her.”

The brunette bares her teeth. “You…”

The rest of what the brunette says blurs out of your mind as you feel the blunt tip of the blonde’s cock pop past your rim, making you shriek.

“Hah, you got the short end of this— fuck, just like that, princess….” You gag on a moan as she continues sliding her cock gently into your ass, turning moans into broken whimpers.

“Oh yeah?” The other scoffs, and you choke at the feeling of the tip of her cock at your cunt’s entrance. “Why’s that, pretty boy?”

It’s a darker chuckle that comes from the blonde. “She squirts the most when you fuck her in the ass.” She jabs another thrust into you. “So— haah, fuck— we both know who’s making her come when she does that.”

“Ignore her, bunny,” the brunette coos, barely making it through your melted mind. Feeling the slide of her cock into your cunt left you gasping with each precious noise you let out— fuck, you were so full. You could feel it in your throat, how firm they were in your stomach, the pressure from your ass forcing the brunette’s cock to press against your g-spot relentlessly. Your eyes rolled and eyelids fluttered as even a slight drag from the blonde set your nerves on fire with stimulation.

“Fuck…” you slurred out, mouth pooling with saliva at the sheer friction inside of you. “Stop argui…please, fuck m’, I need ‘t…”

“Oh, sweet thing can’t even talk anymore,” the blonde sweetly whispered. “It’s okay, honey. Daddy’s here for you,” she said, pressing her fingers against your tongue and molesting your mouth with light touches. Your veins were filled with liquid fire as the brunette nipped hickeys across your breasts and collarbones, sending each shock through your body like strikes of lightening.

It couldn’t compare to the first proper strokes inside of you, making you shriek out. Your nails desperately clawed into the back of the brunette as the blonde took you from behind; the brunette dominating your front. A calloused finger came down and brushed over your clit, wrenching an overstimulated wail from you as you squirted for the first time.

“Good girl,” the blonde growled in your ear. You sighed, feeling the slide outwards— thank god, they’re pulling out, you won’t have to deal with this pleasurable hell much longer—

Both slid in at the same time, bottoming out fully. A scream wrenched out of your chest.

Fuck.

This was going to break you.

[men dni this is about LESBIANS BABY!

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[perfectquote]

It’s very easy to lose hope, but we cannot do that. I always say that there’s a lot more good in the world than there is bad, and I continue to believe that. And that is what we must focus on.

Ellen DeGeneres

#Ellen DeGeneres #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[resqectable]

It’s very easy to lose hope, but we cannot do that. I always say that there’s a lot more good in the world than there is bad, and I continue to believe that. And that is what we must focus on.

Ellen DeGeneres

#Ellen DeGeneres #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[thehopefulquotes]

It’s very easy to lose hope, but we cannot do that. I always say that there’s a lot more good in the world than there is bad, and I continue to believe that. And that is what we must focus on.

Ellen DeGeneres

#Ellen DeGeneres #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Kakashi x book store reader

2250 words

♦️mentions smut but nothing actually happens

“Hey Kakashi, how was your last mission?” You rest your head in your palm as you lean against the counter. The bookshop was empty except for the white haired avid reader who would always stop in between missions to get some new reading material.

“Uneventful. It was mostly traveling so I was able to finish the last book you recommended.” He bashfully scratched his cheek as he avoided eye contact. “Did any more icha icha books come out yet?.”

“Not yet, but rumor has it he's supposed to be releasing another one soon. When I get one in you'll be the first to know.” You push off the counter and grab a small paper bag from the shelf behind you. Sliding the bag over to Kakashi, he looks interested but doesn't say anything. “In the meantime I think you'll like this book.”

He opened the bag and inspected the small book carefully. There was no description on the back and the cover simply had the title ‘wayward travelers’ printed on the front. Looking inside there wasn't even an ‘about the author’ blurb. “Hmmm? Well this certainly looks mysterious.”

“It's by a new author who hasn't even decided on a pen name yet, but the story itself is pretty good. Try it out and if you don't like it I'll do a full refund.” You say nonchalantly.

“No need for the trouble. You've given good recommendations before and I'm sure this one will be fine too.” You smile as he puts some coins on the counter and heads towards the door. “I'm heading out for my next mission but I'll let you know about the book when I get back.”

You wave as he leaves but once he's out of sight you clutch your chest as soon as the door bell rings shut. Heart thundering like a war drum you struggle to calm your nerves. You gave him the book and you kept a solid poker face while you did it. Everything will be fine, it'll be fine…it has to be. Now all that's left to do is calm your racing anxieties and wait for him to come back.

The next week was worse than torture. Thoughts constantly drifting back to Kakashi and the fear of how he would react to the book. It's far from the first time you have given him smut, actually that's mostly what he reads, but what would he think if he found out you wrote it?! You tried to shake the thought from your head but it kept creeping back into your skull. No, you're sure he didn't see your nervousness when you gave it to him, there's no way he can find out.

Not being able to take the book back was the biggest issue. Would he be able to tell that you were the one who wrote it? What if the writing was bad? What if the kinks you put in he doesn't like! Insecurities clawed at the back of your mind like a beast digging at a cage.

Suddenly, you're dragged out of your thoughts from the bell chiming above the door.

Putting on your best customer service smile you turn and greet whoever came in. “Welcome to the book stop, let me know if you have any questions.” an older woman thanked you and made her way to the back of the store. Before the thoughts of your book could return the bell rang again. You had to swallow the lump in your throat when you saw the handsome silver haired shinobi approaching the counter. “W-welcome back. How was the mission?” You mentally kick yourself for the stutter, but grateful for the recovery.

“It was easy. Honestly it could have been handled by a chunin, I don't know why they sent a full jounin team.” He slips the book from his pocket and dangles it in front of you. “Gave me a good opportunity to read the book though.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Ah, well… what did you think of it?” You tried so hard to maintain a casual air but you struggled to look him in the eye.

“It was pretty good, some scenes could have been worded better, but for a new author I'd say it's good. I definitely enjoyed it.” Something flashed in his eye. The same look a cat might give to a mouse. It made your heart race just a little faster. Your mouth went a little dry and thankfully Kakashi took your silence as a sign to continue. “You know a lot of authors tend to put a bit of themselves into their characters.” He opened the book and started thumbing through the pages. “Makes me curious about the love interest in this book…”

“Oh really?” You had to fight to keep your voice steady. “What about them?”

Even without looking at him you can feel his dark eye sizing you up. “Not much about their personality, but the way they talk is familiar.” he let out a low hum. “It made me think about who the author took inspiration from.”

Kakashi goes into a full analysis about the character's personalities and how that relates to the author's own personality and experience. The more he talked the more sweaty your palms became. You feared if he leaned over the counter than he'd be able to hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest, pounding at your ribs and making it hard to breathe. Despite everything you still did a good job of keeping a cool demeanor. At least you thought you did.

You were only granted a moment of relief from kakashi's author analysis when the old woman who came in before approached the counter to buy a recipe book. He politely stood off to the side watching you work as you put the woman's book in a bag and sent her on her way with a smile and a wave.

When you turn your attention back to Kakashi you can see his cheeks are raised and you can only imagine the Cheshire smile that he has stretched across his lips. How many hours have you fantasized about what they actually look like?

“Y’know as a Shinobi I don't just read books, in fact I'm quite skilled at reading people too. It's always so easy to tell when someone's keeping a secret from me~” His cool relaxed voice turned into something more melodic and teasing. He returns to leaning against the counter, ever so slightly closing the distance between you two.

“And what exactly do you think I'm keeping from you?” You say with an even and cautious tone.

“The author.”

A chill ran up your spine the moment you heard his words. “And why would you think that I'm the author?” the words fell out of your mouth a little more exasperated than you wanted.

“I never said you were.” Your face went pale as you realized you gave yourself away, and in the stupidest way possible.

“Well I'm not.” You try to sound dignified but the slight wave in your voice makes it obvious to him and yourself that you're lying, and doing a poor job at it.

Kakashi lets out a slight chuckle. “It really was a good book. Honestly if I didn't spend so much time talking to you I don't think I would have picked up on the nuances. You write like how you talk, almost like you are telling the story yourself.” He leans over the counter and tilts his head. A look that any under any other circumstances would have been cute but now only makes you feel more vulnerable.

It was getting harder to maintain eye contact with how flustered you'd become. “Okay you figured out it was me. You can go let me die of embarrassment in peace now.” You tried to save what little dignity you felt you had left and buried your face in your hands.

You begrudgingly moved your hands when you heard his siren call of a laugh. “Next time you want to write smut about a ‘hot rogue shinobi’ how about you name him Sukea.”

“Oh, so now you want to write my characters?” you can't help but laugh a little as you return some of his playfulness. Exasperation pushed your embarrassment to the back of your mind temporarily.

“Not at all” He lifts his hands in mock surrender. “I just think if I'm going to be the inspiration then I should give you something to work with. Don't you think~” again that look flashes in his eye. Something predatory and mischievous at the same time. A single look that's enough to send goosebumps across your skin.

“What did you have in mind?” Again under his gaze your confidence wavered. He didn't seem to mind though as he started walking around the counter, slowly creeping up on you.

“hmmm~ How about a weary shinobi returns from his long, hard mission… finally back in the comfort of his village he finds the one person he's had his eye on for years but still hasn't said anything to them. Nothing romantic at least.” Slowly he keeps moving forward until he's practically on top of you. One more step and you step back, your back pressed against the wall. “Eventually, our hero works up the courage to ask his favorite shop keep to go to a public hot spring with him. Somewhere he can relax after his mission.” Your bodies are now pressed against each other. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him. You're actually close enough to see the smallest tint of pink dusting his cheeks right above his mask. “But of course we need a plot twist. The bath house is full so there's nothing else to do but get a private bath just for the two of them.” His hands made their way to your waist and slid back to barely ghost over your ass before going to rest just above your thighs. A light squeeze before his hands explore just a little more.

You are so caught up in the moment that you never realized how much faster your heartbeat was, how ragged your breathing had become, or how you simply stared at his eye, totally mesmerized by his words.

Your heart leaps into your throat as the doorbell chimed again. Quickly you turn to see who came in and two young boys noisily made their way to the comic section without giving you a second glance. Your head whips back to look at Kakashi only to see that he's gone.

In the blink of an eye Kakashi was back on the customer side of the counter and the book you wrote laid on the floor where he was just standing. Finally, without the presence of Kakashi's body heat against you, you became painfully aware of just how hot your face was. You were met with a masked shinobi giving you what you assume is a closed eye smile, and he looked just as cool and composed as he always did. Fuck, your heart was ready to bust out of your chest.

“How does that sound for inspiration?” His smooth voice brought you right back to the butterflies in your stomach. What you wouldn't give to go back in time and lock the door before anybody could come in and disturb you. “Maybe you'd like some real experience for reference?” His voice was a little less teasing then his expression showed. Perhaps this was actually a genuine question from him.

It took only a moment for you to find your voice again. “I close the shop at 7.”

Kakashi sat up a little straighter. “Great! I'll meet you outside at 7:30 then.”

“Sounds like a date?” the statement came out more like a question and you intended, but you were just glad that your voice didn't crack. Hope was not something you were used to, especially not in the romance department.

“It sure does~” Your chest suddenly felt lighter, a huge weight being lifted from your shoulders. He pushed himself off the counter and headed towards the door. “See ya later.”

Just as he reached for the doorknob he stopped in his tracks. “Oh, I don't like writing in books, but I left a few notes for the ‘author’. Take a look when you get a chance.” and with that he was gone. The door chimed behind him and you were left alone with your thoughts again.

Finally your body catches up with your brain. You bend down to pick up the book he left behind. Your book. The simple object that started this whole wonderful mess. Once opened your eyes widened on just how many little notes were wedged between the pages. Quotes transcribed with little faces next to them. His opinions on different scenes that you wrote, things he thought were cute or funny. Once again he managed to make your face go bright red when you got halfway through the notes and he described in glorious detail exactly how the sex scenes made him feel. Some of the notes you could tell the penmanship was shaky. A small detail that gave you a bit of a deeper glimpse into how he was feeling. A small detail that made your heart race a little faster.

Perhaps your favorite note that he left was the one that simply said ‘I would love to try this with you, if you'd let me.’.

#a degenerate writes #hatake kakashi #kakashi x reader #x reader #naruto x reader #gn reader

[judasgot-it]

Headcannons: What kind of lover are they? (Sigma, Mushitaro)

Continuing this series a little cause these characters get NO love and they're among my favs.

SIGMA

He's the type of guy to spoil his lover rotten since he really dreams of a TV style romance. It's borderline silly sometimes, but his person would be someone who would be as cool as he is - possibly cooler. No amount of money can buy the easy style and fashion that him and his lover have.

He'd be the BEST omg

Type of guy to send his lover money and be like "buy yourself something nice" and it's like 2k

This man spoils but he also has the mindset of looking rich and being rich cause he doesn't wanna be poor

He smells better than handmade leather

He probably expects his lover to look good enough to walk around the casino though so he does have high expectations - he's a career guy. Also he cares about that place a lot (before you know....)

Although he's the type to be like "you don't want me...I've killed people" stfu bro you're favorite food is cookies

He's like a killer Teddy bear compared to the rest of the BSD cast tbh

He'd be a sweetheart but he needs praise and 100% if he has a lover they're in on all of his life drama too

You probably know more about him than he does himself lol

Will try to protect you from anyone he knows is weird and a killer - dazai, fyodor, nikolai, even the hunting dogs (he has serious beef)

Honestly he'd be a great BF but you'd need to carry a gun on you 24/7 or something so sigma feels better with him not around

He is probably needs security the most out of anyone

MUSHITARO

Certified loser, this guy really just wants people he can depend on and won't betray him considering his past. He'd never cheat, he just wants to enjoy the day to day with his lover even if he seems like a sour apple all the time.

He's a fucking loser (no offense, just a fact. The washing machine manual did it for me) so this guy is guaranteed not to cheat tbh

Like. He has 2 friends if you count ranpo and poe and maybe anyone associated with the detective agency. And none of them are touching his weird astrology obsessed ass (I love him)

This guy would date someone and is loyal be default, plus if he opened up then like. Bro idk how he's moving on from that

Marriage. Point blank. He wouldn't move on from a breakup at all

Also as depressed as he is ik he'd probably enjoy day to day life instead of focusing on the long term anymore. You can't be assured of the future, so he'd always go get whatever sweet treat you want

Honestly he'd be an amazing bf tho like this man APPRECIATES the people in his life

If you're in. You're IN

He'd be chill about it like. Probably would do a whole lot of stuff like sight seeing and all of that. Maybe he'd be sour about it, but he'd enjoy being forced outside of his shell

Inside he's a sweetheart and would think about his lover a LOT

Probably gets them their favorite snacks on his day to day

Cries during sex tho he can't help it

#anyway happy new years #im writing fanfic on new years yea im a degenerate #anyway #where are the mushitaro fans hes literally one of my favs??? #do i have to pick up the mantel once again #i will write fanfic for him....if i must #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd #bungo stray dogs #mushitaro x reader #mushitaro x you #sigma x you #sigma x reader

[kriffingstars]

eddie munson; tiddies (part 2)

previously : 1

paring : eddie munson x female!reader summary : after a drunken evening eddie's name ends up written on your tits. he catches a glimpse in the cafeteria warnings : smut (minors dni), swearing, honestly this is just pure filth

masterlist and taglist

eddie is a mess by the time you drag him through his bedroom door

he has some (limited) experience but because it's you he's a mess

his dreams are quite literally coming true

especially when you fling your top across the room, straddle him, and practically rip your bra off, intent on finishing what you started in the van

he's looking at you with this glazed-over look in his eyes

you're so thankful for that lowcut top currently godknows where

if not for that you'd never know what eddie would look like underneath you

spolier; it's the hottest thing you've ever seen

'i'minlovewithyouandican'tdothisifyoudon'tfeelthesameway'

you blink

eddie blinks

he's so aware that pretty much wasn't english but shit you make him nervous

deep breath...

'i love you,'

and he swear his heart stops beating in the time it takes for you to break out into a smile that could challenge the cheshire cat himself

and his soul almost leaves his body when you grab his face with such vigour that he's a bit worried you might actually pull his ears off

but he meets you halfway

'took you long enough,'

and before he knows it you're kissing him again, lips and teeth clash in between mumbles of i love you's and moans as his strong arms pull you as close as he can

it's all the confidence he needs to flip you underneath him and carry on leaving deep purple marks all over your chest

eddie doesn't even realise you're moaning his name until you tug at his hair just a little bit too hard

have you met this man, he's the king of getting side tracked and now he's purely focused on attacking your neck

wow your perfume is intoxicating

the giggles you let out as his hair tickles your face is something else

of course he's heard it before, and from now in everytime he hears it again he's going to think of you like this, underneath him, hands pulling at his shirt, red in the face, and it's all because of him

'let's take this off'

your words echo his from 20 minutes prior and now his shirt has joined yours on the floor somewhere

his hands are still wandering over your body

your hands are unbuckling his belt

he's practically humming in pleasure as he sucks on your tit right where his name was inked, before working slopping kisses up your chest all the way to your lips

'i think i remember saying i'd let you fuck my tits'

that's all he needs to let out the sexiest groan you've ever heard

and that's how he ends up on his back, his dick between your tits, bucking his hips, hands clenched onto his duvet

'so good, so good, so good for me' he repeats like a prayer as he watches you get off on his pleasure

you can tell he's close, his breathing getting more and more ragged

at this point eddie doesn't think there's anything else in this world you can do or say to make this moment any better

'cum for me baby, want you to cover me, i'm all yours'

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

this man's soul has left his body

head empty, just you

and now you're staring up at him, covered in his cum, smiling as you lick your lips clean

eddie is the king of aftercare, so after catching his breath you can bet he's grabbing a wet flannel to clean you up

this boy has died and gone to heaven because you're tucked into his side, head resting on his chest drawing patterns with your fingers after giving him the best orgasm of his life

he's never letting you go

not that you want him to

@eddiemvunsonss

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #holy hell i've got myself all hot and bothered writing this... #enjoy you degenerates #eddie munson x female!reader

[prettyboy-basement]

. . . searching . . . found ! dumb boytoy (asra x ftm!slime!reader)

"mr. asra! look what saw!"

"mr. asra, who's this?"

"mr. asra you're so smart!"

asra was going to lose it.

he was just going through the forest when muriel just had to dump you into his arms, not knowing what to do with you.

"i don't want to hurt him. you can take care of him."

and in his arms was a young man made out of... jelly? slime?

when he brought him home, he didn't know what he would expect. but as the days went on and went by, he realized you were just so curious and... cute.

"mr. asra are you okay?"

you were squishy... soft…

"mr. asra?"

"...huh?"

"i was asking if you were okay. the water's been boiling for a while now."

he looked down at the kettle and swore softly, taking it off the heat. you giggled quietly, and asra was sure his heart flew.

he poured the two cups and stirred them before setting them at the table.

"you told me you were curious about something?"

"yeah, why do you wear clothes?"

asra nearly dropped his cup and coughed to cover a swear.

"i'm sorry, what?"

"i was wondering why you wear clothing. i mean, it's super restrictive and i was curious how your body looked..."

this wasn't real. asra was still asleep and he was about to wake up rock hard and he'd need to rub one or two out before opening his shop.

...oh who was he kidding, his mind wasn't this creative. this was actually happening.

"um... well, people wear clothing for modesty reasons. we have been taught since we were kids that our body needs to be covered. along with this, the sun can damage us, and such."

"well then what about when we're just at home and the shop is closed up? why do you still wear clothes?"

asra stared at you and crossed one leg over the other. "w-well, it’s important to practice modesty whenever you can so you don't for- hey!"

he hadn't noticed you slide down to his legs until you forcefully uncrossed them. there, you could see the tent.

"what's this, mr. asra?"

his face heated up and he looked away. well you were curious. "...that is my dick."

"why's it pointing up like this?"

"because... i am currently aroused."

"...what does that mean?"

"it means that my sexual desire is higher than normal-nh!"

you slid your hand over his tent, and asra quickly grabbed your wrist. he panted softly and thought offhandedly how it would feel around his cock.

"goodness, dear, you cannot just do that..."

"oh! sorry, mr. asra!"

"it's alright... quite alright..." you were so curious about it and surely you wanted to see it, right? "...would you like to see what it looks like?"

"you'll let me see?"

"only if you wish to."

you nodded your head quickly and asra swore under his breath. he lifted his hips and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knee, let his cock bob out. you eyes widened at the sight.

"woah..."

he wrapped a hand around your head. "you can touch it if you like.”

you reached up and touched his cock softly, focusing on the tip. his breath hitched, it felt like something he tested some time back, with a fake cunt.

"are you okay, mr. asra?"

"mhmm... it feels... so good..."

you slowly wrapped you hand around it and stroked him gently. his precome leaked onto and then into your hand and you pulled it away to watch it.

"wow... what's this?"

"ah... hah... it's precome... it's something that comes out while i'm relieving myself of my arousal before i come."

"what does that look like?"

he stared at you before pushing his hair back. he huffed out a laugh, and pulled you up into his lap. "you really want to see?"

"mhmm! mhm!"

"alright. hold on tight."

he lfited you up and pushed his cock into you. he wasn't sure which hole he pushed into, if he did even push into one, but be didn't even care.

you felt amazing.

"ohh... oh fuck, darling... you feel..."

"uhnn... w-woah... look at it!"

he looked down and he could see his cock inside of you. well now, he couldn't pass this up. he held onto your hips and thrust upwards, pounding away at your hole, making you gasp and hiccup, clearly surprised at the sudden action.

you whined and held onto his arms, throwing your head back as you moaned out into the shop.

"god, how'd i get- ah- so da-amn lucky- fuck!"

he felt you squirt around him and he looked down, seeing the odd colored liquid drip down onto the chairr.

"holy fuck- ah!"

he held you close and came inside of you. you both sat there for a few moments afterwards, and he looked down once more, seeing his cum pooled inside of you.

"oh... oh wow... what was that, mr. asra?"

"that... was sex. people who love each other very much have sex."

you sat up and watched his face. "do you love me?"

he chuckled and nodded. "very much so, my dear."

you wrapped your arms around him and swished your hips, making him choke.

"i love you too mr. asra! let's live together forever!"

he held your hips. "yes. let's."

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[starleska]

for my fellow Toymaker simps, i have two words which will strike delight terror into your heart. ahem. ... Strip Poker.

#i'm not just being a degenerate - i'm sure ALL the raunchy party games come under the Toymaker's remit 🤭 #who's going to write it is the real question #the toymaker #doctor who #dw #starleskatalks #suggestive #naughty tag