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#but FUCK i don't even know my pronouns anymore
vazaez · 2 years
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that’s not very cis of you
BYE🛌
It's complicated alright 😭💀
#a lil personal story about this now that the topic came up:#some time ago i started questioning my gender identity but i didnt like the spanish they/them pronouns on myself#they just didnt sit right lol#so i tried using gender neutral language (ig yall know spanish is one of the many languages that is VERY gendered#even fcking objects have their own 'gender' lmao) so yea if it pas possible i phrased what i said abt myself in a pronounless way#but when it was not possible to do that id use male pronouns to try how i felt with them. the thing is that every fucking time i did that#some dude in a gc i was in said 'dO u hAvE a D¡cK????' and it made me really uncomfy as if i needed it to be able to use those pronouns 🧍#LITERALLY EVERY TIME so eventually i gave up because i thought what's the point of finding my identity if it wont be respected anyways?#so yea im resigned to be seen as the same I was born with the same i've always been and the same everyone knows me#dont get me wrong i dont always hate being a girl but sometimes it makes me curious how would it be if i wasnt#and i dont mind what pronouns ppl use with me most of the time as long as it's not with a bad intention#I've wondered if maybe i'm a she/they? idk i just gave up thinking about it#at least for now. i have my whole ass life to find out what or who i am so i don't feel there's a need to rush tbh#woah this rant got rlly long sorry lol idk if anyone will read this far 🏃#btw it's not only about that guy but he made me constantly remember that most people at least here in latam are very closed minded#just like him so if i ended up finding an identity i was happy with it wouldnt be respected by most people irl anyways#i'm not in that gc anymore tho#i hope i was able to like explain well what i mean? i don't wanna seem like i gave up that easily just because some dude was being a jerk#it's just that i'm kind of an overthinker
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cuntwrap--supreme · 1 year
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Well, he was talking to me again. Now he's gone. Approaching three days now with no word. Legitimately don't understand. How can you be telling someone how much you want them and then not say shit for several days? This is what happened last time he stopped talking to me, too. It's as if he has to go do a hard reset for a week any time he shows vulnerability. I get that so many men are taught that emotions = weakness, but this is wack. Pack that toxic masculinity bullshit up and fucking kiss me already I swear to god.
#leon bitches#like this man knows I'm trans and shit. he doesn't care. but maybe he does on some level and that's why?#i just don't know#all i know is he's fairly conservative so it's weird that he has any interest in me whatsoever#like. i have blue hair - and pronouns! I'm covered in piercings and tattoos. I'm queer as queer can get. yet somehow we like each other?#despite being total opposites?#i think it's a thing of shared trauma and using humor to cope because despite the differences we're basically the same guy#it's bizarre#i don't even care if he doesn't want a romantic relationship with me. i just want him in my life somehow.#i have no problem being friendzoned or whatever. just don't tell me how much you want me and then ghost for a week. the fuck?#the happiest I've been in my adult life is when i was just chilling with him at work#guy knows how to cheer me up in just a few minutes. helps too that he's incredibly attractive and hilarious#and leaving that job felt like a mistake simply for the fact that I'd no longer see him daily#that was what kept me there for years. but the gm was a bitch and i eventually couldn't take it anymore#and i left. and it was 6 months of hell. i drive by that old job somewhat frequently and I'd cry every time#and then my friends insisted we go there one night. and we did. and i got his number. and i thought things were looking up.#and then he said he'd liked me for the better part of two years and i said I'd liked him for about 2.5 years.#i told him he's the only person I've met who I'd willingly sleep with. which isn't a lie. i don't get it but he's different.#and i thought things were looking hopeful. and then he didn't talk to me for a week.#comes back saying i deserve better than him. i say i disagree. shit starts up again.#and now he's gone once more and i feel... nothing. somehow. just empty.#i can't even cry. I'm not sad. i am completely void of everything but the depression and anxiety i can never shake.#he's been everything to me for years now. he's never acted like this. so i just do not get it.#but I'm not giving up on this. i can't. he means too much to me. he's been my inspiration for art and shit too#i think this is the closest I've ever been to being in love with someone truly. I'm not leaving just because he's wanting to be an ass#even though dipping out seems optimal. seems like the logical thing to do.#i had some random woman at a gas station trying to get me to go home with her the other day and i gotta say it was tempting#just so i could feel like i have some control over events happening in my life#but i didn't because what if she was really cool and i didn't want to hurt her by randomly leaving when guy starts talking again?#anyway. been sitting on my kitchen floor writing this for too long now. ass is cramped. im just big sad and don't know what to do
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thecherrygod · 1 year
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I basically just had a dream of being back in highschool and i was crying by the end. This is new to me. I haven't been in hs in 6 years
#my posts#my dreams#bc i will explain it but. I'm so tired#something in the dream happened like no respect for privacy and stuff in the kind of fucked up bathrooms your brain makes up while asleep#... at least my brain loves making up fucked up bathrooms in my sleep that's okay anyways#there was a lack of respect for privacy and it made me angry and I'm the dream i sorry if reacted how i wanted to in actual hs i guess#like very violent to the point that at first they were laughing but then were very scared#like i was screaming and pushing and grabbing and stuff and people realized it wasn't so funny anymore#also i realized that it didn't matter what kind of relationships i had there up to that point they were all ruined bc of that#i apparently got changed in class to another and they made me sit in the back with no one besides me and i was very some which is#ignoring the violence that was my hs experience sjrarjtkfyñ#by the end the people that used to be on my life i think were trying to get back in but i was sorta always walking looking at the floor#sliding everyone's face bc whenever i passed i heard whispers that i was sure were about me (normal hs experience)#avoiding not sliding dgmzmy anyways yeah#at some point someone finally breaks through me and shows me something that idk how to describe. like meat and a bonsai? idk#sorta like they make me so anger look at it and they were warn and kind and i fully broke down crying and hugged them fnwmhmwk#it wasnt a random person but this dream is sorta personal even tho im writing it here but this is my blog i tend to post this stuff#but i mean i don't want to write his name i don't want it to appear in the main tags on accident#just know that i dreamt with him once before. also hugged him and cried KDNGRMHM#i wasnt going to make that comment thats why i used they pronouns before but nah its a he#also someone else like related to him was there and i think in a way he was trying to help but it was more him finding a business#opportunity and selling his own stuff at maybe an inappropriate time which i think he just does that sometimes gkwgkkf#anyways yeah i am very tired and i should go back to sleep#also i woke up with tears sorta formed in my eyes fkdkgkdg so i sort of still want to cry like in the dream i guess#its not even that early its 9but i don't have anything to do today so back to sleep
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berrymeter · 2 years
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feel the need to make it clear once again that i have better shit to worry about than deciding who gets to be lgbt. if your internet presence is nothing but focus on keeping ‘the ones who are NOT lgbt’ out you’re kinda pathetic & should log off probably bc things don’t work like that anyway? get a hobby or something
#perth.txt#literally dont care what labels someone uses. again better shit to worry about#like wow you did such epic activism by traumatising a bunch of aspecs on tumblr dot com#really youre such a hero & we should all applaud you for this. clearly#note the sarcasm. im aspec#im also 'quirky mogai' technically so#'wahhh but microidentities are harmful' literally did not ask & your reasoning is shit#do u really think there are enough ppl using microlabels for it to become a scale for The Lgbt Community#in the sense of being united & pushing for change through that unity#& also do u think the ppl pushing for change know each other's labels by heart???#like do u think this is relevant at all???#microlabels are for things on the individual level. you're all fucking idiots 😭#yeah im sure ppl IDing as faegender is harming lgbt rights or what fucking ever#damn forgot some words. *a large scale problem for the lgbt community#i sure typed a lot for someone who said 'i don't care'#but the thing is i don't care what ppl do w their own labels#i sure do care that other ppl are being cunts abt it though#like its literally not doing anything to you shuuuut the fuck up my god!! my gid#this is a queued post but i have no clue where my queue posts anymore so ull get it when u get it#i dont even identify w the mogai acronym at all tbh. but my pronouns aren't 'normal'#he/him may be listed in my bio if u clicked that one link u know theres more than that#i would absolutely get grouped under that lol
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thelikesoffinn · 11 months
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If we get any more pronouns, people will need to start wearing colourful badges as indicators. I'm really tired of being yelled at 🥲
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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back home <3
#🌙.rambles#earlier already actually but ><#playing ffxiv rn i miss this game#IT'S SO VERY NEAR CHRISTMAS N I'M NOT PREPARED OR WTVR AAAA#very nearly end of the year too oh my god time flies by far too fast#i feel better compared to earlier thankfully :< but still like. empty????#i'm.. really bad at friendships thanks to old ones i had that i got hurt from so hdklafjdslf T_T#recently i've been feeling like i've fucked up#but i'm too tired to reach out in any way anymore for either myself or for others n i'm sorry for both#i don't want to forsake myself. even if it's hopeless i still want to hold unto all of those dreams n wishes n words i wrote to myself#sigh yk i don't really purposely 'deceive' ppl n i hate that so much but i very much relate to ffxiv urianger#recently i've been. idk but just like the old days with fiction hehe#fe3h ffxv ffvii yeah stuff from my childhood specifically n then#n then. i want to help others in a way i know i can. n even if i cld help just a bit i.. really want to bcs i care for you all so much but#n then another thing you know that feeling when you really want to hate someone but. you can't.#i really can't hate them.. i say them but they don't go by those pronouns i just usually default to them to be ambiguous here#i can't.. hate them they mean so much to me after n all. once upon a time i used to wish for more. maybe i still do#then there comes the identity crisis. bcs i would bury this wtvr inside me to not ruin things anymore but#i want to be authentic i want to be true to myself i don't want to let go of all i've written to myself in the past#..i can't hate them bcs it was never their fault in the first place. but for them i guess none of it ever had to do with me#but that type of thinking is. nah bcs none of it is even certain but here i am already giving up? that's not like me at all#but for someone like me.. for reasons too long to write here i. i can't reach out more for myself#let's say if there were two sides in me; one's 'selflessness' is a farce to the other wherein it's merely just selfish#but to the other side. reaching out more for the whole self wld be selfish 'for the sake of the third-party'#if that makes sense 😭 but i don't know why i'm writing here wait#HELP I DIDNT EVEN MEAN TO RAMBLE I WAS DOING PRETTY WELL THEN I GOT OFF-TRACK WHEN I STARTED WRITING#nyways i'm home yes i'll fix stuff tmrrw <3 oh dear christmas is so soon.. AGHH I'M FINE
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kuiinncedes · 2 years
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is there no more emoji confetti when u submit on canvas 😭😭😭😭
#genuinely terrible news idk what they fucking did to canvas over the summer but everything i've seen that seems updated is bad lol#/hj it's not that bad it's just like when i was trying to move my classes around on the dashboard u can't drag them anymore u have to clic#move to top or whatever and even then at leaast for me it wouldn't even do it right away idk#anyway i never liked canvas that much and well it's not growing on me bc it got worse XD#also this assignment i can't tell if i'm just dumb and don't know how college works or if it rly is just vague af bc all the prof told us#was read and summarize this piece min 350 words double spaced and my dumb ass can't tell if we're supposed to like#cite things???? cite the thing we're summarizing?????? have i never summarized shit in college before why am i#anyway i just submitted it bc i was like ugh i'm done with this long ass dense ass reading it was rly interesting#but it was so long and hard to understand lmfao#also this prof uses nonbinary pronouns but idk which one it is in writing lol idk if it's xe/xyr or ze/zir?? are they pronounced the same#lemme look into that real quick before i talk about my prof again lol#i have another nonbinary prof tho idk why that made me rly happy to see :'')#they came into class w a full length rainbow skirt and a shirt that said something on it i couldn't read it but it was also rainbow block#letters lol they also seem rly young but they're a rly good lecturer#like even after only one lecture but like they were rly making everything sound interesting#in discrete math lol but like they were making me interested XD#like bc they were very clearly interested and passionate about it yo we love a good prof lol#my other math prof for my probability class is . less interesting but he's not ... that bad yet lol im not the biggest fan tho 🤪#he kinda mumbles ngl and his teaching style is kinda annoying sometimes lol but . we'll see :P#also my fourth class since we're just going thru it all lmao the postdoc teachign it (is he a prof idk what to call anyone lmfao)#seems rly nice and chill i don't love his teaching style so far either lmfao but he seems nice lol#anyway is this just me making an excuse to ramble about all the things i've been thinking about the first few days of school XD ashdgjksdfh#it's been a lot i won't do All of that lmao#i keep procrastinating class with glowstick club things lmao 🤪 but i do have a lot of glowstick club things to do#anyway lemme shut up now XD i was pretty productive today tho :] it always does start out like that tho and then it all goes downhill#jeanne talks
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beowlet · 7 months
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HOUSEWARDENS WITH A S/O WHO LIKES TO BITE THEM
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cw: nothing much other than fluff, Gn!Reader, usage of "You" instead of pronouns. NOT proofread.
part 1 part 2 part 3
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R. Rosehearts
His love language is probably Quality Time and Acts of service but he definitely enjoys physical affection in private. However, he is definitely still a little shy. Just give the poor boy a little more time and he'll get used to it.
Probably has a hard time adjusting to physical contact at the start of the relationship. I'm skipping hand-holding stage because this guy can't even bring himself to touch you anywhere. Literally.
Let us jump to a few months into your relationship. Can finally hold your hand without a problem and he even sometimes hugs you! Isn't that cute-
Well, he has gotten used to hugs yes! But he didn't expect you to just bite his shoulder out of nowhere while hugging you?? What are you even doing?? THIS IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE!!
*attempts to collar you immediately*
Wasn't expecting it at all?? Why would you even bite him?? Did he manage to annoy you somehow..?- He is sure he didn't squeeze you too tight or anything... Did he say something without realizing it??
Please tell this boy that's how you show affection right after otherwise he'll overthink it all week.
Probably doesn't understand anything at all confused about how biting someone could be a way of showing affection. But he doesn't mind if you do it in private.
Always flushes red whenever you do it, Riddle tomato kinnie<3
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L. Kingscholar
Good for you can you guys go back to your nap now?
Probably doesn't care all that much. I think Leona would be a Physical Touch and words of affirmation kinda guy so he really doesn't mind your biting habit just don't bite too hard and wake him up.
First time you did it I don't even think you guys would be dating.
This man drags you into the botanical garden every single day at the exact same time in lunch break JUST to cuddle with you. Doesn't give a fuck if you're dating or not.
It would be a day where you just wanted to watch the lion beastman sleep instead of resting with him because you had too much energy. Your eyes scanning the gorgeous man sleep watching his chest rise and fall... until you notice his exposed neck.
oh no
This is the perfect momment. How can you resist to urge to bite him?? Just a gentle little nibble on his arm-
Chomp
Wakes up immediately and pushes you back in reflex he is staring at you like (•ー•)
Why?
He doesn't mind it but why bite him exactly?
He just sighs and goes back to sleep almost instantly. Probably too tired to deal with your bullshit
But to your suprise he won't push you away anymore when you try to do another small nibble on his arm
Don't expect him to not bite back to tease you though. Bite you where you ask? Don't worry about it.
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A. Ashengrotto
His love language is DEFINETLY Gift giving and Quality time nobody can prove me wrong nor will anybody try to because they know I'm right ☆o☆
The first stages of your relationship I would imagine it to be a bit rocky because Azul would still have a hard time relaxing around you and would be uncomfortable with the idea of physical touch at first.
At FIRST.
Once he is comfortable this boy is all over you, hugging and cuddling and kissing and EVERYTHING. He is all. in.
First time you bit him it was probably you two cuddling. Out of nowhere you just casually bit into his shoulder.
My guy YELPS
He is staring at you in shock because why?? Just why?? He doesn't need another Floyd! Why are you biting him??
Is all pouty when you say you do it to show your love.
Out of 7 love languages you chose one THAT DOESN'T EVEN EXIST??? BITING? WHY???
Eventually gets used to it and (kinda) starts liking it.
The sensations when you bite his neck while cuddling starts to feel comforting. It doesn't even feel sexual.
He only lets you bite him in private. Nothing on this planet could never and I mean NEVER EVER make this boy let you bite him in public. Arm, hand OR LITERALLY ANYWHERE. No. If you do you're getting the silent treatment.
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K. Al-asim
Kalim's love language is definetly Gift giving and Physical touch. He can't help but want to shower you with gifts and cling to you whenever it's possible.
Imagining he's already very friendly I don't think he would even try to tone down the affection at the beginning of your relationship. Hugs, kisses (not on the lips he wants to save that for a special time), hand holding. He doesn't think much of it!
Doesn't mind PDA, would hug and kiss you anywhere with anyone present.
I imagine this would happen early on your relationship too, maybe when you two are studying together.
I imagine Kalim as someone who would boop his lover's nose. Do you people see where I'm going with this?
You two would be in his room, studying peacefully. Before of course Kalim gets bored and starts doing random stuff. Playing with your hair or clothes, and eventually he goes to boop your nose.
You, out of reflex, lean in to gently hold his finger with your teeth. Not biting down.
I don't think Kalim would be too suprised, probably just giggle and kiss your cheek.
So yeah! Doesn't mind it! Don't do it in public or leave marks or Jamil will be on your ass.
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V. Schoenheit
Vil's love language I think would be Quality time and Gift giving I don't know might be wrong on that one I'm not too sure.
Not too big on physical touch but if you wanna hug him for a short while he wouldn't mind. Definetly tries to keep it low in public. In private I feel like he would drown you in kisses.
Imagining you tried sneaking in a bite in public, this man is gonna push you away and spray water on you like you're some damn cat.
No.
Just no.
You can't leave marks on him or do something as stupid as that in public. Will give you a full 2 hour long scolding.
Would he like it? Maybe. But has a reputation to keep. He wears many outfits for photoshoots, ones that are skin showing and ones that cover his body. But he can't exactly always wear clothes that cover his neck or shoulders.
If you wanna do it you will have to do it somewhere that wouldn't be visible. Otherwise you're getting the water spray.
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I. Shroud
Oh this man is def a Quality time and Acts of Service guy. Not saying he wouldn't like physical affection but would probably not be the most comfortable with it. He needs time to get comfortable yanno?
There is no way you are gonna be able to bite this man pre-relationship. No. He isn't even out of his room most of the time how did you bag him? How??
Would have to do it while he's gaming. Maybe playing a pvp game with you or something. If you wanna win you have to distract this man a little bit...
Seated infront of a screen, both of you with controllers in hand... possibly about to break it with how much of a try hard you two are being just to win. And suddenly... an idea strikes you!
Biting Idia!
It definetly worked because my guy jumps back so hard he probably hits something. But hey! You won! Just don't do that ever again.
Just no.
Okay maybe.
Just not out of nowhere like that.
Please do it again.
NOT IN A WEIRD WAY THOUGH.
...He finds it weirdly comforting...
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M. Draconia
I like to think Malleus' love language is physical touch and gift giving. He would probably buy you flowers out of nowhere. I feel like he'd bring you rocks he finds pretty too idk... maybe only I think that way...
I feel like the momment you show this man any physical affection that would be considered even a little more than friendly he would assume you two were in a relationship.
So no, once again. After you two got together.
You could do it at anytime and anywhere, but for the sake of your ear drums not being busted by Sebek's screeching voice yelling about his devotion to Malleus and how disrespectful what you just did was, let's say it was in private.
He would be suprised but probably would allow it without question. Would bring your hand up to his mouth and hold your finger with his teeth while having an expression that said "am I doing this right...?"
In conclusion he doesn't care. Do it. Bite this man anywhere you want. He likes it. Probably comforting in a way.
♡. Requested by beloved @identity-theft-101
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joyflameball · 4 months
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If any other FNAF fans wanna throw in your favorite fucking insane FNAF facts PLEASE do
VAGUE explanations under the cut (please know I feel like that xkcd panel about overestimating the average person's knowledge of a topic right now)
the bite of 87 isn't important to the lore: It comes up ONCE in the first game, barely effects the lore, we don't even know who it happened to, literally its only lore impact is that the animatronics can't walk around during the day anymore. meanwhile the bite of 83 is incredibly likely to be the inciting incident that caused the murderer to do the murders. the "WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87" meme is not the bite of 87
golden freddy might have two souls: in the final fnaf 3 cutscene the bad end has golden freddy's head with two lights in it, and in the survival logbooks it's heavily implied there are two spirits rummaging around in there. there's more evidence but it's funnier if i don't tell you. the generally accepted canon is that golden freddy is possessed by a little boy named evan and a little girl named cassidy which is so genderweird of them
there are two purple guys and only one of them is actually purple: purple guy one is a murderer who killed at least six children. purple guy two is a rotting corpse who had his organs scooped out and possessed his own dead body to hunt down his father (who is purple guy one) and set him on fire twice. purple guy one is also a rotting corpse but he's in a fursuit
foxy has weird fucking genders: the foxy from the first few fnaf games is a guy and is referred to with he/him pronouns. in sister location, there's a foxy called funtime foxy, and when you select "girls night" in the custom night, they're one of the contestants. and in ultimate custom night, mangle (a really fucked up version of foxy) is referred to with he/she pronouns. this is canon and makes my gay little heart very happy
fnaf takes place in utah: fnaf takes place in utah
one of the novels had matpat mpreg: okay it's technically not matpat it's a guy named mat. however it's hilarious to say it's matpat. no this isn't a joke there was mpreg. with springtrap. i refuse to explain this
purple guy (the murderer one) might also be a yellow guy: in pizza sim there's a minigame with lore in it where you play a yellow mustard man who's a terrible father. it's theorized a lot that he may be the ourple guy because his son has grey text. no we don't know why he became yellow. he's never yellow again except when he's one of the comical amount of bunnies (there are like ten different bunnies in fnaf)
there are eight dead kids: we even know their names!
purple guy and his family are all british: in the opening cutscene to sister location, we hear the voice of one "mr. afton", who is the purple guy (the one who killed kids). he's british. throughout sister location, we hear the voice of a little girl, who is heavily theorized to be afton's daughter- elizabeth afton. one piece of evidence for this is that she is also british. and in the final cutscene of sister location, we hear the voice of someone named michael (who is the purple guy who's actually purple), talking to his father, and saying he's gonna come fucking KILL him, right before springtrap (purple guy) is shown and guess what michael's fuckin british. fnaf takes place in utah and no other characters are british. it's just the aftons.
there are three different jeremys and they all die: jeremy fitzgerald from the second game is heavily theorized to be the bite of 87 victim. one of the missing children is named jeremy and is possessing one of many bunnies. in the vr game a guy named jeremy is haunted by one of many bunnies and cuts his own face off. i personally find it hilarious to headcanon that jeremy fitzgerald is also jeremy from vr and maybe even the jeremy who got killed by william afton. especially considering the time traveling ballpit
bears are canonically extinct: in security breach, handunit mentions this in ONE LINE. it is not lore important. it is never mentioned again. objectively the funniest possible thing steel wool could've done
what the fuck is going on in fnaf: Buddy this is barely scratching the surface I haven't even talked about the child sized compartment in Circus Baby. You don't even know about the Charliebots or the Nightmare Gas. Do you even know about the Mimic. Do you have any idea what remnant is. There are ten different bunnies who are all also the same bunny. If you get into FNAF lore you will exit a changed man. Nothing here matters. There is a time travel ballpit
Anyway Cassidy isn't the Vengeful Spirit Michael is read that excellent Google Doc by @/whencartoonsruletheworld and THANK ME LATER
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gothic-thoughts · 4 months
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Heartbeat
(Zoro he don't mean nothing to me baby, I promise)
Sanji Vinsmoke x Black Fem Reader Smut
MDNI, Pirate!Reader
CW: Reader's fed up wit Sanji's flirty self, Reader's on top, she/her pronouns, afab parts mentioned, hate fucking, riding, edging, vulgar words(he's a whore🙄), damn near porn w/o plot
Word Count: 1070 (give or take)
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"Heh, s-so territorial. Ungh, sugar~"
Sanji let out shallow pants as I slowly lift myself up and down his sensitive shaft. He slowly bucked his hips up against my pelvis, desperately looking for more friction, earning another harsh slap to his thigh. The blonde Frenchman tugged at the ties that kept his wrists connected to the wooden poles of his headboard. 
"Knew I’d probably get a rise out of you but, ngh, didn't think you'd go this far."
"Shut up." I groan, clenching around him, "You know what you did."
"Yeah, I do, so you can...ngh, st-stop now."
"Do you?" I stop moving, "Has it finally sunken into that thick skull of yours?"
He pants heavily before chuckling "You're mad at me because I'm too charming. But isn't that why you--shiiit."
I clench around him, "You know what you did."
My arousal dripped down his sensitive shaft as I bounced on it with soft moans in his ear. His hips bucked as he struggled and panted, trying to keep it together but soft moans still came out anyway. I abruptly stop bouncing and look at his blissed-out face, as he starts gasping again.
"(Y/n), s'il vous plaît. Just..." Sanji gulps, "Just let me c-cum, please. I'm fucking begging you." 
"And I'm not fucking listening. I told you not to hang out with her again."
"She asked me to help her move something! Y-you can't be completely mad!"
"I am. You think I don't know how often you hang out with Nami's sister?"
"And nothing happens but harmless flirting, baby. Nothin' serious."
"Nigga, I don't want you flirting at all. I told you I don't like that shit."
I purposely squeeze around his incredibly hard cock making his head hang forward as another moan falls from his wet lips. He looked up at me with a dizzy smile and giggles, so I cupped his chin and focused his gaze on mine.
"Somethin' funny?"
"Oh, nothing~"
"We can go at this for another 20 minutes if you want."
He chuckles darkly, "You...you little minx."
"Then what's funny?"
"You just look so pretty when you're mad, t's making me so fucking hard."
"And yo ass gon stay hard. I’m not letting you cum and if you do, not inside."
His eyebrows raise, eyes widening. "What? No, no, no baby."
"I said what I said."
"You don't mean that, y-you like it too much."
"Try me." I growl.
"I apologized like a hundred times already, mon amour!"
"No, actually, you teased me about being jealous and tried to get free this whole time."
“Ugh, you little...." He trails off into an evil giggle, "This won't hold me forever.”
"Sure it will. And even if it can't, it's gon hold you long enough until you're so drained, you can't get me back."
"Eventually I'm gonna lose it, sugar girl; just you wait. You can take me for now but when it’s my turn, you're gonna get it, femme."
I lean into his face, squinting. "Is that so?"
"I’ll fuck you senseless and turn you into a sobbing mess. Both and this perfect fucking--oh fuck, unngh~"
I grind down on him, smirking when Sanji's hips stutter. I grab his shoulders, position my legs into a crouching position, and plunge, hearing moans fall from his pretty, swollen lips as he tries to finish his sentence. The chef's back arches, hand gripping the headboard.
“Merde, ngh mon dieu. Keep going, don't you f-uckin' st--mm~!”
"That feels good, blondie?"
"Hah, yes baby. Just let me cum, douceur (sweetness), please. I'm getting close, I can't anymore."
Sanji tugs on restraints while his thighs shook and tensed under me. His hips bucked up into me as I slammed myself on him, making us both moan out and toss our heads back. I try to bounce harder but once I notice he's enjoying it too much, I stop my hips, panting just as hard as he was.
"N-no." His panting fades into an evil chuckle, "Non, je ne pense pas. (no, I don't think so)."
He tugs hard on the restraints, ripping his hands free and breaking the small wooden poles in the headboard. I gasp as he sits up, flipping me to my back as he pins my wrists above my head and thrusts at a fast and hard rhythm. He grips my ass and pulls me into him, coaxing himself deeper into my squeezing pussy. He pins my wrists above my head and dips his face into my neck, sucking hickeys and bites marks into it. I gasp and moan in his ear at the sudden rough pace as he completely takes over.
"Oh m'god, S'nji~"
"You're not going anywhere." He pants, essentially growling desperately into my neck, "Feels so fuckin' good."
"B-baby, chill, mmh my god!"
"Pas encore (not yet). I didn't get you back for that little, half-hour tantrum you made me sit through."
"M-maybe if you stop eye-fucking Nami's sister, w-wouldn't have a f'ckin' attittude."
"You act like I'd fuck her. You know I can't help but compliment a beautiful woman, doesn't mean I'm not with most beautiful one dans le monde (in the world)."
"J-jus....deeper~"
He chuckles, "Sorry but you're gonna have to beg me now. What's my name, mon cherie?" 
"Deeper, baby, please~!"
"That's not it."
"Sanji!"
"Encore une fois. One more time, and I'll give you what you want."
"G'deeper, please, I'm so close."
"I said--"
"Fine, maybe I sh-should I jus' flirt wit Zoro...."
His hips stutter at my words and I instantly regret them as he puts my legs over his shoulders, grip my wrists tighter as he starts pounding into me, now fueled by rage. His hips speed up slapping against mine with every thrust, the amount of force making the bed clash against the wall.
"You think you're funny? Huh? I may be a flirt but that moss-headed brute is where I draw the fucking line."
Each drag of his cock in and out of my insides makes my eyes roll back into my skull, the wet squelching echoing in the room getting louder as I cum hard. I grip the sheets My eyes roll back and my legs tremble near his ears while my pussy spasms and clenches around him. He groans, slowing down only to draw away his orgasm before speeding up again.
"Who you cumming for, huh? Is it mosshead, cuz I don't think so. Tell me who's driving you insane."
I couldn't even respond with the way he was drilling into me with every word. He knew I couldn't do anything but gasp and groan when he reached deep and drags along my spot. I feel my juices roll down my ass and make the sound of his hefty balls quickly slapping on me louder.
"Speak, sugar; talk to me. Tell me who's making a mess outta you."
"Y-you, you; you baby, you are~! Don't stop, f-uck!"
“Mmh, b-baby~ You think I want her like this? She may be pretty but you know my cock only goes inside you. You're the only one that can take me so easily, sweet girl."
"B-baby, I can't!"
"S-sure...you...can, ngh. Now forgive me, dammit."
"I f'give you, I forgive you! I'm s'rry!"
"G-good. So....cum....again..."
I scratch at the blankets and yell his name making the grip on my waist tighten as he moans my name into the lip he was biting. I run my fingers through his hair and he can't help but let out a softer moan, his forehead coming down to rest on my collarbone as he practically melts at the affection.
His pace stuttered but he continued to massage himself with my tight walls while grasping at my hips desperately. Sanji suddenly pulled them to his pelvis with a moan as thick cum sprayed insides while I squeeze around him. We were both panting, words caught in our throats as he slowly pulls out with a tired smile. His body gives out and collapses onto mine with soft pants and broken breaths.
"Are we...done n-now?"
"No more flirting."
"I don't know....if this is how you act, I have to think about it."
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Sweet, pathetic, slut.
Warnings: mean scaramouche, cunnilingus, degradation (a bit of softness at the end), overstimulation, reader is called a whore and slut, afab terms (no pronouns though)
Dominant!Scaramouche x reader, degrading and mean scara eating you out.
Scaramouche licked a slow stripe up your pussy, taking extra care to press the tip of his tongue into your hole and flatten the muscle against your clit. Only to sit up with a look of distain on his face.
He scoffed. "You're so fucking sweet. Don't you know I prefer bitter tastes?"
Before you could respond, he dove back in, sucking at your clit and pushing two fingers into your hole, curling them upwards to rub harsh circles into the fleshy wall with his fingers. With his free hand he kept your leg pinned to the side, stopping you from closing your thighs around his head and pulling him closer.
You let out soft noises of pleasure, holding your hand against your mouth in an attempt to muffle whatever noises you let slip- only to yelp and quickly pull it away after receiving a warning pinch to your thigh.
Scara growled, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through your clit. "Be a good whore and make some pretty noises for me."
You wanted so badly to close your thighs around Scaramouche's head, or to tangles your hand in his hair and pull him closer- to ride his mouth and fingers till you came on his tongue.
But you knew doing that would mean a night of punishment, so you resisted- digging your nails into your palms as bucked your hips up and into the warm wetness of Scara's mouth- letting your head fall back and allowing noises of pleasure to spill out.
Every time you rolled your hips into his mouth, Scaramouche only sucked and thrusted harder, and you could practically feel him smirking at your desperation.
For a moment, he paused, pulling away from your pussy to admire your wrecked face. "You know... I think I may have found a sweet taste that I don't mind."
He laughed as you tensed around his fingers at his words, your face twisting in pleasure as he sucked and lapped at your clit with a new intensity. You moaned and raised your hips, riding his tongue as pleasure built like a fire in your core.
You came with a shout, tensing around his fingers and squeezing your eyes shut as you clenched fist-fulls of the bed's sheets, trying desperately not to grab Scaramouche's head and ride out your orgasm on his fingers and tongue.
Even after you finished, he didn't stop. You cried out in over stimulation, practically sobbing as he continued to bully your clit long after you came. Any attempts to pull away from his mouth only pushed the fingers curled inside of you deeper- and any attempt to get away from his fingers pushed you closer to Scaramouche's wet, welcoming mouth.
"Please Scara!! I can't take it anymore! It's too much! Please!!" You begged, finally dropping your hips against the bed in exhaustion as you felt Scaramouche ease off.
He sat up, pulling his face away from you and wiping his sticky fingers against his pants with a mocking smirk. "Is that all it took to make you beg? Pathetic. You're always such a slut.?
Even with your fluids covering his lips- dripping down his chin and glistening with the light- he maintained his every present domineering aura.
All you could do was whine and look up at him pleadingly through teary eyes, silently begging him to take pity on your over sensitive body. In response, Scaramouche scoffed, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair out of your face in an uncharacteristically soft gesture.
"But you're my pathetic slut."
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The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.
[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]
CHP. 6
PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 5
I get really happy every time one of you guys like, reblog, or comment on my chapters, Thanks guys :3
CW: ANYTIME that MC is referred with male address or pronouns it's going to be color blue. There's also a shit-ton of cursing here.
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You can feel your blood pressure ascending into the Celestial Realm (faster than a newly deceased good person) as this Azul Asheng-something mf drags you into his oh-so-fancy "Monstro Lounge" while you're just peacefully trying to fuck off from his dorm.
You were unfortunately curious enough to go poke your head into the mirrors leading to the dorms to see what they've got and use it as inspiration, but then this greasy-ass bitch sadly spotted you and literally hounded you to go in.
You would've socked him in the face for a second time but it turns out that he's a pretty important figure in this school.
You don't really wanna get in trouble for doing that.
(You may be able to do it to Crowley but you don't know if this attempted-bangle-thief has influential parents or something.. Crowley meanwhile, acts pretty parent-less for you.)
You are keeping an eye on him though.
If he tries any bullshit then he's getting his ass kicked.
Social hierarchy be damned.
You didn't rein in 10 demons, 3 angels, The greatest sorcerer in all of humanity and The literal fuckin grim reaper, (who're all constantly dragging you onto bullshit as either an accomplice or the baby-sitter) just for some dude in an Emo-friendly-cut-my-life-into-pieces college to best you.
• • • •
Jade did a double-take.
"..."
He blinked.
Azul is sending him SOS signals by blinking morse code at him.
Jade rubbed his eyes for a few seconds.
"..."
Nope, still the same.
Azul: *Blinking for help intensifies*
...Pft–
He bit his lip to stop his laughter from escaping.
Who would've thought that he'll see a day where his precious housewarden is having his face passive-aggresively squished and kneaded by a new student? And also, probably getting himself threatened based on the eerie smile on the students' face.
Azul should be grateful that floyd isn't here, lest he'll have two people on his hands that are more than happy to squish him around. He should be grateful there isn't anyone else around, really.. Lest the reputation he took so long to build crumbles.
Oh he can just imagine it at the top of his head.. The poor octo-mer will probably combust from embarrassment and maybe even go find himself an octo-pot that he can shimmy himself into.. oh how he misses those days...
(Elae: I'm just imagining baby Azul shimmying into a lil pot.. Ugh, so adorable I'm getting cute aggression.)
He does eventually step in to stop the student from treating Azul's face like a squishy piece of dough He took a couple of pictures ofc. he ain't an amateur, but not before almost getting his own face fall victim to the new students' hands.
• • • •
"You try this shit again and see what happens." You smiled at him as you squished his face.
He's still holding onto your wrists but he seems to have given up from escaping your passive-aggresive face massage. Instead, he seems to have settled in blinking so fast he can almost fly with his eyelashes.
This bitch really had the audacity to try and get you to sell your jewelry to him in exchange for a room in his frankly unimpressive dorm. (You have more than a dozen rich and powerful simps. A dorm in a college ain't gonna be enough to impress you anymore.)
"— I know that you must not have any money to pay but maybe we can compromise, it's gonna be hard for you and your friend (Yuu) to keep staying in the infirmary after all.."
"We can manage—"
"And my benevolence will not allow me to let some poor unfortunate souls be without accommodations... So what if, for a week of stay each, you give me your jewelry in retur—"
You got so pissed at the audacity that you almost strangled him but changed your tactic into a hateful squeezing the last second. (You can't be reported for physically violent behavior rn.)
He speaks as if the entirety of this college and its dorms can actually be worth even a single piece of the ring in your left hand.
But seriously? 15,000 madols (that's the price Azul told you) for one night of stay?? If you're gonna be paying that much money for a single room, then that room better solve all your problems, fulfill your greatest ambitions and then suck your imaginary dick afterwards.
Your annoyed musings were cut off when a hand tries to remove your grip from Azul's face.
You absent-mindedly reach your other hand, trying to deliver another kneading to a new victim.
• • • • •
Azul covers his face with his hand, embarrassed of how the situation played out.
It doesn't help that Floyd is cackling like a deranged maniac at him right now.
Thank goodness they're in his office.
"Can you stOp?!"
Poor bbg was so embarrassed his voice cracked :<
Hmph.
Jokes on you, even if he got embarrassed today he still got closer to your jewelry.
And now, he can 100% confirm that those ornaments aren't just for decorations.
The strong magic from your rings that were pressed against his face confirmed it.
Those things are definitely custom-made magical artifacts of the highest caliber.
Now.. How to get them...
• • • • •
You stopped walking, feeling someone's gaze on you.
Looking around discreetly, you didn't see anyone but you can still feel the eyes on your form.
Yeah no.
You continue on, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but not going to dark places or spots where you'll be all alone.
Time to check in on Yuu and their unwilling gang of window cleaners.
See if they're done already.
The sun is starting to go down, after all.
• • • • •
Mc... We're going to come find you.
Don't worry..
Please stay safe..
Please don't forget that we love you more than anything else in existence..
0u® |!gHt įN tH€ d@RkN€§$
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Oh welp, ain't nothing I can do about it now..
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nervousgardenerkid · 1 year
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Paper rings
a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long oh my god. i planned to post this on valentine's day but shit hit the fan so bad and i've had to take my cat to the vet twice this month :/ and i had to get some people to make this dude leave me alone cause boundaries aren't a thing anymore apparently. ANYWHO!!! i hope you guys enjoy this! again sorry it took so long! credit to the gif owner!!
warnings: mean parents (mainly dad), not proofread (that's a warning itself), there's probably some cursing in here, angst to fluff!! no pronouns used! everyone is free to read :)
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Your hands shook as you shoved clothes into your bag. You could still hear your parents shouting at each other downstairs but you didn't care, not right now at least. You bite down on your bottom lip trying to stop your own crying while they fought.
“That is our child! I will not have you kick them out!” your mom shouted.
“So you're okay with them running around with a drug dealer while we work our asses off to provide for them?!”
You flinch at the booming voice echoing through the house. They weren't supposed to find out like this, you're glad Eddie managed to run out of the house before your father could strangle him. You're standing at the top of the stairs watching your parents argue, your mom pinches the bridge of her nose while your dad continues to yell.
“We don't work our asses off so that they can fuck around and be delinquent!”
“I know…” your mom sighed.
“We didn't give away our weekends to work while they go out to get high and do only God knows what!”
“I know! Don't you think I know this?! But sweetie…they're young-”
“Young or not they're not to be seen with him ever again.”
“Don't I get a say in this?!”
Your parents turn toward the stairs shocked to see you down.
“Baby we said go to your room-” your mom started but was cut off by your dad.
“No, you do not get a say in this. You are going to your room to study-”
Tears well in your eyes as you shake your head. “Dad please-”
“No!” he shouted.
“You're not even trying to hear me out!”
“There’s nothing to hear! End of discussion!”
Silence falls over the three of you as you wipe away a stray tear that fell down your cheek.
“You can't stop me from seeing him. I won't let you.”
“If you see him again you can pack your things and get out of my house.”
Your eyes widened as your mom gasped out your dad’s name while her hands flew to her mouth in shock. You don't even bother to look in your dad’s direction when you grab the bag that was hidden behind your legs on the last step of the stairs. You miss the look of shock on his face as you brush past him, your mom following close behind trying to reason with you.
“Sweetie, go back to your room, it's raining crazy out there, your father didn't mean what he said.”
You stop walking, your hand on the door as you turn around to face the man that kicked you out of your childhood home.
“Say it,” you say through gritted teeth.
“He didn't-”
“Not you mom, I know you want me to stay but I need to hear it from his mouth.”
You feel hopeful when you see him make his way toward you but that all goes away when he opens the door and looks at you with sad and tired eyes.
“You can come back when you've come to your senses.”
You don't even bother hiding the tears streaming down your face as you exit the house quickly trying to get away from the shouts that were quick to reach your ears. You stood still on the sidewalk, the drops of rain mixing in with your tears as one thought ran through your head.
Where the fuck were you supposed to go now?
-
You don't remember how you managed to make it over to the all too familiar trailer park but you're grateful to have made it in one piece. Although it is late into the night, you don't hesitate to lift your hand up and knock on the door three times. While you wait for someone to answer, you wrap your arms around your body to keep your frame warm while you try your best to avoid the rain that's pouring from the sky.
“Y/n? What are you doing here?”
Your eyes shoot up to the voice at the door and tears well up again before you clear your throat.
“Can I come in Wayne? I-i’m sorry for waking you I-i just need-”
He gently shushes you and brings you into the warm home before closing the door.
“Stay here sweetheart,” he whispered while locking the door. “I'll get you a towel and wake Eddie up for you.”
You mutter out a quiet thank you but before he leaves he places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with kind eyes.
“I'm not sure what happened with your folks, but you always have a home here kid.”
You give him a sad smile and watch as he walks away to get you a towel. Your eyes scan the all-too-familiar trailer and you smile when you see a picture of Eddie and Wayne hanging by the door. Your heart swelled when you saw how happy it looked with just the two of them, who knows? Maybe you'll be happy without your parents breathing down your neck and trying to control almost every aspect of your life.
You furrow your brows studying the picture some more. Although your parents were controlling you knew they loved you. All they wanted was the best for you.
Oh god, you think to yourself. What if this was a mistake? What if they were right and you shouldn't be hanging out with someone like Eddie? The town does talk and he doesn't exactly have the best track record. Maybe you should go home, maybe you should just sleep on this and maybe you can even convince your parents to give you some sort of freedom. The sound of someone stumbling down the hall breaks you free from your thoughts as you turn around to see what was the cause of the noise.
“Shit- ow,” Eddie grumbled as he hopped over a pile of mess in the hall. He stops in his tracks when your eyes lock with his and suddenly everything comes rushing back to you. The fight, you walking in the rain, waking up both of the Munson men.
“Eddie…” you whimpered out.
Eddie is quick to rush over to your side and wrap a warm towel around your rain-soaked body.
“Hey, hey, it's okay-”
“It's not okay Eddie!”
Eddie nods his head. “Okay, it's not okay, what's going on sweetheart? Why are you here so late?”
You stumble over your words. You try whispering, keeping in mind that Wayne probably went back to sleep but little sobs make themselves known from time to time. Eddie gently shushes you as he leads you toward his bedroom and sits you on the edge of his bed.
“Here, it's not much but it'll keep you warm,” he said quietly while placing the black sweatshirt beside you. You mumble out a quiet thank you as he turns around and lets you get changed.
“I'm done,” you whisper.
Eddie turns around and offers you a small smile before he lays down on the bed and pats the spot next to him. You take a seat next to him and lean back against the headboard, your fingers falling to play with the hem of the sweatshirt he gave you.
“So,” he said quietly. “Are you gonna tell me what brings you to my humble abode?”
You giggle and wipe away a small tear.
“Parents kicked me out.”
Eddie sits up quickly, his eyes are wide in shock and you're looking at everything except for him.
“Shit…I'm sorry to hear that.”
You shrugged your shoulders and finally laid down, bringing the blanket up to you. Your sore and stressed body is finally getting the much-needed rest it deserves. No wonder Eddie never shows up for first period, his bed is practically a cloud that lulls you to sleep without even knowing it. You were too busy fighting to keep your eyes open that you didn't even realize Eddie got back into his usual position until he asked you another question.
“Was it because of me?”
Your eyes snap open as your mind scatters trying to think of what to say. The last thing you want to do is make Eddie feel upset, but your silence was speaking loud enough for you.
“I get it if you don't want to hang out anymore. I don't have a squeaky-clean record like you-”
You laughed. “My record isn't squeaky clean.”
“Yeah because you met me.”
A familiar silence falls over you both and the tension in the air is thick.
“Are they gonna let you go back?” he asks quietly.
You nod your head. “Only if I stop seeing you.”
Eddie bites the inside of his bottom lip. He clears his throat and nods his head almost as if he's accepting that this is the last time he'll see you.
“I don't want to.”
Eddie furrows his brows in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“I don't want to stop seeing you,”
A blanket of silence covers you both but it's different this time, almost as if Eddie is waiting for you to finish saying what you want to say. What you need to say.
“I like you, Eddie. I like how you made studying with you more than studying. It was fun, I found myself looking forward to seeing you every Wednesday after school.”
You bring your hand up to your lips and anxiously chew on your fingernails.
“I know you might not feel the same way, and that's okay. I just…I don't want to stop seeing you.”
“I don't want to stop seeing you either.”
Before you had time to let the words sink in Eddie had his arms wrapped around you, your body pressing into his. You feel his lips gently kiss the crown of your head as he gives you a little squeeze.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered.
You shimmied your arms free from his embrace and placed both hands on his face. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes at your warm touch.
“I want this. I want you.”
“Are you sure-”
“I want it all Eddie. I want all the trouble we're gonna face, I want to come home to you after a bad day, I want you to wrap me in your arms when you see me. I want this.”
Not even bothering to hide the smile that stretched across his face he tightens his arms around you again and gently nudges your head with his nose.
“You know,” he starts. “People are gonna talk when they see us. Word will get around and your parents will find out.”
You shrug your shoulders leaning up just a little bit to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Let them talk then. What are they gonna do? Kick me out?" a chuckle escapes your lips as you snuggle into his side.
"It's you and me against the world now Munson."
"Yeah," Eddie sighs with a smile.
"You and me.”
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yanderestarangel · 8 months
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Hi dear, I saw your posts about Miguel O'Hara and I wanted to know that you can do a Miguel O'Hara x Camgirl or Camboy reader, if you don't feel comfortable you can ignore it! xoxo ~ anon
𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁 𝐂𝐚𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
A/N: thanks for the idea anon, I love receiving requests, they help me in the creative process <3
TW: Porn plot, smut, nsfw, fingering, virtual sex, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, degradation, no pronouns used other than "you".
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Miguel O'Hara is a busy, lonely and horny man, the work of spider-man 2099 and responsible for the multiverse and canon sucked this man's soul more and more every day, even at just 33 years old, O'Hara felt just a "old man" frustrated and alone in the world, until he found you.
You worked as a Camboy/Camgirl on a porn site to pay for your daily expenses and luxuries, and Miguel found you on a site recommendation, falling in love with you automatically, like a magnet, he started a chat with you on the first night just paying for get to know you better, you were the only person that caught his attention on the entire platform, and he felt a little shy about talking to you, even though Miguel was not a shy man, you made him that way, so he decided to just get to know you and paid so, wanting to know your tastes and finding you extremely pleasant, despite the circumstances you were talking and met, he was also horny, very horny to see you so beautiful on camera, but he just preferred to just talk and laugh with you, per hour. Miguel was about to turn off the chatbox but soon you sent him a message.
[@Y/N] "Hey you still have 30 minutes... How about cum Daddy? You deserve Miguel, you paid me just to talk to you, cum with me Daddy Miguel♡"
When reading that message Miguel felt his dick throb in his sweatpants, he was holding back for being new in this world but seeing that it was reciprocal, whether it was just his profession or not, he would quickly accept it starting to masturbate with you seconds later , with you showing your body in all its glory, your breasts, stomach, thighs, pussy, everything perfect for Miguel, he would want to dominate you, asking you to start fingering yourself on camera for him.
[@Miguel O'Hara]: "I want to see you enjoy your fingers, (Y/N), I want to see your fingers slide inside you, making you come for me."
As Miguel typed, Miguel's own arousal intensified, his hand instinctively wandering to the bulge in his pants, Miguel massaged himself through the fabric, mirroring the actions he was instructing you to perform, the vision of you pleasuring yourself in The response to his commands was almost too much for him to bear, causing Miguel's cock to grow even harder and pulsating.
[@Miguel O'Hara]: "Teast yourself first by tracing the edges of your entrance with your fingertips, and when you can't take it anymore, plunge them deep into your pussy, imagining it's my touch bringing you pleasure , imagine me there punishing you and shoving my dick up to your womb without mercy."
[@Miguel O'Hara]: "Let me hear your sweet moans, feel the heat of your orgasm through the screen, Fuck with those fingers, deeper, harder... imagine it's me, taking you with my dick and tongue."
[@Miguel O'Hara]: "Keep going (Y/N) Please imagine it's my dick stuffing you, claiming you as mine, I want to see you fully and completely submissive, Cum for me, let me see you cum like a good boy/girl."
Miguel sped up his hand movements, his cock now fully exposed, he turned the camera on to help you, you got to see his tanned, tanned abdomen, full of beautiful scars as O'Hara's huge, callused hand guided his cock with force , you could see the bright red tip stained with cum and the bulging veins as Miguel positioned the best angle for you to see him masturbate with you, no other client cared about his pleasure like cam, but Miguel did.
"-Fuck... you are so needy (Y/N)..." -Miguel spoke on the call, his hoarse voice with low moans and hitched in the throat made you shiver with pleasure, even not seeing the face of the man yet.
"-You like my attention, don't you? Just an insatiable little bitch, begging for more." -Miguel spoke with a smug voice but full of desire, while his hand went up and down on the camera, the veins in Miguel's hand jumped with the movements in the huge hardened member more and more, while he felt that he was getting closer to coming.
"-You want deep, don't you? You want to be filled by every inch of my thick cock in that tight and needy pussy of yours" -Miguel continued, his breath failing as he approached to come, lubricating the tip of the cock with his own saliva as he increased speed, back-and-forth motions in a hurry, Miguel's abdomen was totally sweaty and you could finally see the man's face.
"-You're my dirty whore, my toy, and I'm going to fuck you hard as fuck." -Miguel accelerated the movements with his hand, his hips jumped up and down at the angle he showed himself to you, while he made desperate and muffled sounds by the bite he gave in his own lower lip, throwing his head back while listening to your moans , imagining you and your pussy wrapped around his cock as he suckled your breasts, biting your neck and marking you as his.
"-I'm going to cum my carinõ, I swear I'm going to come... Fuck (Y/N)..." -O'Hara says desperate and needy, he felt pathetic deep down, but it didn't matter at that time, it only mattered to you and your perfect on-camera pussy, touching yourself to Miguel like a little slut, he soon starts getting overstimulated and babbling in Spanish, a trickle of saliva between his fangs that activates every time he gets close to coming.
"-Voy a correrme, voy a correrme en tu coño puta... ese coño es tan hermoso... se vería aún más hermoso en mi polla, quiero follarte hasta que olvides tu propio nombre..." (-I'm going to come, I'm going to come in your pussy you whore... that cunt is so beautiful... it would look even more beautiful on my cock, I want to fuck you until you forget your own name...)
"-Mierda, solo quiero que tu lengua envuelva mi polla pronto, eres una perra tan bonita... una ninfa perfecta para mí." (-Fuck,I just want your tongue to wrap my dick ready, fuck, you are such a beautiful bitch... a perfect nymph for me.)
Miguel moans loudly after speaking more sentences full of madness of pleasure, soon pumping his cock in his own hand a few more times and enjoying a jet of thick white semen, a large amount that slid on the cock and hand.
"-Damn it (Y/N), if you have another session now, cancel it, I want to cum again with you mi dulce."
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kurokens · 6 days
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In The Middle | Satosugu
anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen
character: gojo satoru & geto suguru
words: 798
pronouns: they/them
request: none
notes: probably an overused prompt but idc sue me, i needed to write one of my own. im a sucker for misunderstanding. i haven't written anything in such a long time, it's been a while im sorry, satosugu have been on my mind for a while, and i needed to write something with them because i love them so fucking much. it's gonna be a series, so hopefully i dont disappear after one part lol... later on it might be specific on some insecurities bc i need it and i thought well let's just share it with the world and other who might need it. sorry for any mistakes T-T
not proof read
song rec: SHE'S - In The Middle
genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?
warnings: bad english not my first language, satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious (is that the right one?), insecure and self conscious reader
You've always told yourself you weren't the type to live with anyone, you liked your quiet and your peace. Alone in your little bubble, without a soul to disturb it. And yet, here you were awoken by your roomates lover quarrel in the room next door, for the hundredth time this week.
"Don't you love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?" a whiny voice whisper-screamed "Satoru, my love, it was a dream, it was all in your head." an exhausted voice replied
"So what?? It doesn't mean anything? Are my feelings not valid?" Gojo huffed.
"How are you so dramatic so early in the morning? Let's go back to sleep come here.", Geto carefully lifted the blanket so his boyfriend could go back exactly where he belonged, asleep and quiet in his arms.
Such occurences weren't new to you, you could even say there were your daily life, that's why you laughed hearing the bickering couple, and turned around in your bed to try and fall back asleep while their muffled voices could still be heard in the background. This was without counting on what part of their conversation your brain decided to pick up on next. "I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu.." Satoru sighed. "Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied. "I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on. "Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned.
Your heart shattered on the other side of the wall, now sitting against the headboard, an unstoppable flow of tears falling down your face. You were a bother? You thought the three of you were friends, shit, scratch that, best friends. And yet, yet, this was how they felt about you. Fuck fuck FUCK You needed to calm down, it's okay, you're okay. It must have been a nightmare, yeah that's right, a nightmare. Your brain loved playing tricks on you, waking you up in the middle of the night with the most vivid and realistic nightmares ever, enough to send you into full blown meltdown. Nothing to worry about, it was just a nightmare, nothing else. That's what you told yourself and yet when you woke up you couldnt shake this weird feeling in your stomach. You contemplated staying in your bed all day and avoid your roomates but that would be silly to ignore them for something that was potentially just a dream. So you shook the silly feelings away and got out of your bed, made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your two roommates were already there, being lovey dovey in each others lap and the weird feeling made its way back into your stomach. "Hi there." You greeted tiredly, only to be met with an echo of short hms, and not even a nod to accompany the cold greeting. The lack of acknowledgment not helping with your already overthinking mind, you decided to take a quick breakfast and just leave them be. It could just be a coincidence, nothing to worry about haha, right? Or so you thought, because you were back in your room mindlessly scrolling through tik tok when you once again hear the muffled voices of your roommates. Your brain screamed at you to put your headphones on and drown out their conversation, but you couldn't get yourself to do it, and you decided to listen to them, to at least finally be able to know whether or not you dreamed what happened last night. And maybe you shouldn't have, but what else could you do now but listen to the cruel words of the ones you once considered your best friends. "Suguru, we need to do it soon. I can't even handle looking at them in the eyes anymore, let alone utter a word to them. We can't keep going like this." Satoru complained. "I know 'Toru, I know, but you need to understand it's not as easy as you think it is." You heard the black haired man answer. And it was enough for you, you needed to get out of there. You obviously were no longer welcomed here, and the sooner you left, the better it would be, for both parties. So inbetween tears you picked up a bag and threw some spare clothes and anything that you could think of in your frenzy state before you ran out of there, determined to never come back, at least not for a while. here u gooo!! sorry i've been away for a while, i've been finding it hard to write and staying focused, but i missed it so much, especially for these two. i'll try not to take too long to write AT LEAST a second part, but would love to do more than this bc i want it to be extremely slown burn and a little bit angsty krkrkr
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𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All sentences on this memes are taken from different sources of literature, television and media about enemies to lovers trope and enemies and lovers trope with some angst thrown into the mix. Change pronouns, names and locations as you see fit.
Does it hurt? Loving someone who can’t love you back?
Break his crown, break his throne, rip his monarchy apart.
What are we doing?
You are capable of making my blood boil like no one else, and yet I feel a magnetic pull I cannot explain.
It’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand
Like whether you should kiss me or punch me.
Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.
You make me feel things that shouldn’t exist. 
Whatever this is, we should stop. I have been. . .compromised.
There’s a fine line between love and hate, and maybe we crossed it a long time ago.
I never thought I could detest someone so much, until the day I realized I was falling in love with you.
We may fight like enemies, but deep down, we both know that our hearts beat for each other.
You infuriate me, challenge me, drive me crazy, but damn it, at the end of the day, I can’t resist you.
It’s that tension that makes this so irresistible.
You’re like an addiction I can’t break free from, even if I wanted to.
You’re the thorn in my side, the fire in my veins, and I can’t help but crave your presence in my life.
Loving you feels like a dangerous game.
You infuriate me, yet you’re the only one who truly understands me.
You scare me to my core.
There’s no denying the fire that burns between us.
If any two men desire the same thing, which nevertheless they cannot both enjoy, they become enemies.
I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.
Tell me you don’t feel this between us. Look at me and don’t look away while saying it.
You claim me your enemy and yet, let me crawl into your bed every night.
You are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires.
Do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you.
I did not asked for this. To be plagued by these feelings.
I tried to deny it for so long, but I don’t want to anymore.
Follow me around. Look at me as if you find me fascinating. Touch me, and say nice things to me. And then, you pull away as if you did nothing at all.
There’s no need for these games.
Well, you know that old saying, “Keep your friends close and make out with your enemies.
You read me wrong.  I wasn't trying to lead you on.
Is that all I am to you? A resource to be used in your scheme?
Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything more than you wanting me to fuck you, okay? You make that really clear all the time. But I just- I can't do it tonight, okay?
 You'll lay a man out for implying I'm a whore, but you keep calling me one to my face.
So, the only man that can have you is one who's already tried to kill you. That's logic.
It's like a little death. Several, in fact.
Oh Max, if you really hated Kyle you couldn't have slept with him.
So go on... kiss me... kill me... Do something.
I've often wondered what this moment would be like. Me... you tied up. 
Once this is over, we should really have angry sex.
Hate and love are not so very different things. Both are focused upon another. Both are intense. Both are passionate.
It just means you'd rather be with someone you hate... than be with me.
She's difficult and irritating, and she tries to hit me all the time.
We have a deal, what are you so afraid of?
Only I can hurt you this way. Only I can kiss you like this. 
You dragged me down and now I can’t quit you. 
This is the last time we do this.
Last night was also the last time. And yet, you keep coming back.
Better my mouth than my knife, right?
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