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blueywrites · 10 months

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obsessed

I know we agree that Eddie would be obsessed with his girl. But I also think, even more than that - he would want his girl to be obsessed with him.

Like, after the initial 'wah I dunno what I'm doing' part of becoming a boyfriend for the first time, of course, because I do think Eddie would be both awkwardly though endearingly inexperienced, and also kinda scared of his feelings finally being reciprocated because now there's actual risk involved. But once he's past that, I think as much as he is just all about you - wanting to be around you, hold you, kiss you, fuck you, sleep with you, just exist beside you - he is even more excited at the prospect that you're all about him.

He wants to catch you looking at him and see it written all over your face, your expression all gooey and gross and totally fucking gone. It wouldn't make sense to him, because, yeah, you do that when he's screaming his lungs out on stage at The Hideout, fingers nearly cramping with his hard he's playing and, before the performance is even half-done, he knows they fuckin' killed it. That makes sense to him But you also look at him like that even when he's doing asinine shit, like picking off his nail polish and balancing the flakes in a pile on his hairy knee, or perching hunchbacked on a chair, muttering to himself as he drafts the next dungeon crawl for Hellfire. You see him at his best and his worst and his weirdest, and you seem to only wanna be closer to him. It's the same he feels about you, but at least with you it makes sense, 'cause you're you. It beats the shit outta Eddie why you're obsessed with him, but he's seen it enough to accept it now.

He starts feeling all warm inside his chest whenever he remembers just how obsessed you are with him. And so then he starts to do whatever it takes to encourage you in that.

Some guys think their girl's too needy? Hell fuckin' nah. Not Ed. You keep pulling him back in for snuggles and kisses and pouty "I'll miss you baby"s when he's been trying to leave the last twenty minutes, and he's just burying his grin in your hair, lapping up every word like a greedy bastard. He doesn't give a shit that he's gonna be late and get an earful from Gareth when you're filling up his chest with ooey gooey warmth like this. Space? Never heard of her. It could be hot as the devil's asscrack in July and he'd let you paste yourself to him. Damn the sweaty skin, the baby hairs tickling his chin, the elbow in his rib. Climb inside his favorite hoodie with him; stretch it all the way out. Make him a permanent one-handed driver by stealing his palm so you can play with his rings and just touch his skin, as if it alleviates some kind of ache in you.

And you best believe that man is determined to delight you. It doesn't matter how much or little experience he's had with other people before; Eddie wants to know how to make you fall apart. He studies your body - spends days between your legs with his mouth and his fingers and his cock, learning exactly what to touch and with what pressure and rhythm. Learning when to ease up and when to press on. Learning what your sounds and your faces and your motions mean. Learning all of you until he can have you coming on his cock in less than five minutes, and on his tongue in less than three, if you happen to be pressed for time. And if you're not pressed for time... Well. Eddie makes sure that each time he gets to really savor you, your obsession with him just grows that much deeper. Once you're coherent and no longer cock-drunk, at least.

Eddie isn't just determined to delight you in the bedroom, either. He'd keep it going all the time, his efforts to ensure you're totally gone on him - buy you cheap things like fake tattoos and ring pops from the 25-cent machines, steal you flowers cut from the yards he passes when he's selling in Loch Nora, leave you little love-heart doodles in your locker and loiter around the corner, waiting for you to find them, just so he can grab you up from behind and gasp against your neck, "Are those from a secret admirer?! Are you cheating on me?!" And as you squeal and giggle and deny it profusely, that warmth returns.

Because Eddie doesn't ever need to wonder about you. For the first time in his life, someone has finally looked at him and said, "Yeah, that freak right there. I'm obsessed with him." And there's no way in hell he's gonna take that for granted.

#eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #blueywrites

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transmascissues · 4 months

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I know that saying T turning twinks into otters and bears is supposed to be positivity, but it feels excluding of those of us that didn't get those effects from T. Trans men can look all kinds of ways and I keep seeing posts that almost belittle the idea of trans men remaining like that after T, but some of us do. Lift up the ones who do turn into otters and bears and those that don't. It's already a point of dysphoria for a lot of people

it is not humanly possible for me to include every single possible transmasc experience in one post, nor is it my responsibility to try to. positivity for one experience does not equal negativity toward other experiences. if you want a positivity post for people who don’t get those effects from t, by all means make one and i’ll fully support you in that, but don’t treat other kinds of positivity as wrong just because they’re not for you.

i am a trans man who went from a twink to an otter on t, and i put that line in because that’s an aspect of my transition that i’m incredibly proud of. i’m allowed to do that, and i’m not required to fulfill some sort of quota of positivity for other people to make that okay. me showing pride in my body and bodies like mine isn’t belittling other kinds of bodies, and i would challenge you to really ask yourself why you interpreted positivity for other people as automatically negative toward you. sometimes some things just aren’t for you and that’s okay. i’m sure there are other parts of that post that did apply to you, as well as plenty of other positivity posts that do. and if not? make some! send them to me, i’d love to reblog them! every positivity post you see is just a trans person making the posts they want to see more of, and you can do the same.

not to mention, hair growth and weight gain on t are incredibly stigmatized. people constantly talk about how bad they think all the hair looks or how gross they think it is when we don’t shave, and gaining weight is something that’s pretty much always framed as a negative side effect instead of a desirable and euphoric change. people literally try to convince us not to go on t by saying “you’re not going to stay an androgynous twink, you’re going to be hairy and all your fat will move to your stomach and you’ll just look like your dad.” that’s a horror story to a lot of people; that’s the thing that they think will disgust us enough to decide we don’t want to go on t.

so if you see a lot of posts hyping up trans otters and bears, it’s not us saying other kinds of bodies aren’t as good, it’s just us pushing back against those narratives and saying “no, our bodies are good too, actually, and i’m glad t made me look this way.” that’s not to say there isn’t also a lot of negativity toward trans men who are smaller and less hairy; no matter how we look, people will find a reason to hate our bodies because they hate us. but you really can’t put the blame on trans otters and bears who just want to send a message that our bodies aren’t bad.

if seeing positivity for trans bodies that aren’t like yours makes you dysphoric, please understand that that’s a personal thing you need to learn how to deal with and not the fault of the people who just want to feel good about their bodies as much as you do. it’s okay to want positivity for your kind of trans body and i promise you those posts are out there, but you can’t expect every single one to cater to your specific experiences.

#let’s see which part of that post someone will call transphobic next #wild how i can’t even make a positivity post without people getting angry #anon hate

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ratbastarddotfuck · 4 months

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it's so deeply strange when people - even other tmascs - refer to "gross side effects" of testosterone and then list things like... getting hairy, bottom growth, weight redistribution.

like first of all, I'd love to stop calling any effects of any HRT gross. and secondly, dude, that's why I'm on this thing. those aren't "side effects", those are just like... some of the major effects. that's the intended goal. testosterone is the Get Hairy And Grow A Dick drug.

I'm not sayin you can't have your own preferences with your own body (and attempting to mitigate these factors for yourself is your choice) but like... I think it's WILD to get online and say that Some Of These Things Are Universally Gross. no thankyou. actually my body hair is great and makes my meatsuit feel like home to me in a way it didn't for years.

btw, this goes for positivity posts too. if your post starts with "can we see some positivity for the gross things" you should rethink. you can be positive about these things without framing them as gross first.

#musing on some thoughts ive had for a while #the system speaks #tmasc #transmasc #trans

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transmascposi · 3 months

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this is for all the people taking testosterone to relieve gender dysphoria who are scared of getting more body hair.

i was terrified. body hair is stigmatized in a lot of societies. we've been taught to hate it, to feel disgusted by it (i guess especialy those who were raised as female, but not limited to us.) the thought of growing more body hair or growing thicker body hair scared me and i thought my body wouldn't feel mine. i was scared of seeming gross to other people and myself. i thought body hair wouldn't fit with my gender expression. i thought it was too masculine for my more feminine gay self. i had a lot of wrong biases, i admit.

i'm 6 months on T, i've grown a lot of body hair since and i'm sure i'll grow even more of it. i can't say i wanna be the most hairy guy out there, but i can confidently say that what i have right now, i like so much more than i could've imagined. it's actually incredibly validating. i notice the similarities between my body and the bodies of the people that i love and it fills me with joy. it feels like me, it feels manly but not necessarily too masculine as i feared. and i'm sure that for people who are not men but are masculine, it will feel masculine but not necessarily manly. it's hot, but it's also cute. and it can be feminine! i started liking body hair more on other people as well!

and if there are people on T who still won't like their body hair — please try not to worry too much. you can shave it. you can wax it. you can laser it. it's not the end of the world.

we can be happy and content with our bodies, i promise.

#trans men #trans masc #transmasc positivity #trans man #trans man positivity #trans masc positivity #trans men positivity #trans positivity #posi

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dialovers-lover-xoxo · 6 months

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Warning: THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFW CONTENT! If you are under age or these types of posts make you uncomfortable, you may not want to read under the cut

I wasn't sure exactly how I was gonna do this. With the diaboys I did it x reader, but I thought for Yui it made more sense to relate it to her sexual interactions with whichever diaboy she's in a relationship with. If you like the x reader part what applies to the diaboys would apply to you as well :)

Yui's NSFW Alphabet

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A = Aftercare

Yui doesn't really do anything "to" her partner because she's very submissive and a bottom, so there's no aftercare she needs to give them. She does however scratch at their backs and arms and even though her nails are short it creates indents, which she feels bad about.

B = Body Part (Their favorite of yours)

She loves being close to her partner's chest, feeling their skin, their heartbeat, running her finger around their nipple. She also gets very curious and almost borderline stares at her partner's dick and butt. She also likes their strong arms.

C = Cum

Yui enjoys when the diaboy pulls out and cums on her stomach (it makes her really embarrassed and flustered though) and she'll swallow but she doesn't want cum on her face. She *might* like the stickiness in her hair, or at least be fascinated by it.

D = Dirty Secrets

Yui has a really hard time communicating what she wants, she doesn't even know what she wants, she just knows she wants passion and intensity

E = Experience

Yui had no experience prior. It's canon. And she hasn't had experience with non-sexual romance/intimacy either. In Ayato's very first route she confirms that before going to the mansion she's never kissed anyone.

F = Favorite Position

Missionary. She can't take charge in the bedroom to save her life so a position where the man essentially does all the work is best lol. Plus she loves how they can kiss and touch and she can be held in his arms.

G = Goofy (Are they goofy or serious during sex)

Yui gets very flustered and shy easily and the diaboy finds it hilarious but Idk about goofy

H = Hair (How well-trimmed are they? How do they prefer it on you?)

A perfectly trimmed small triangle. She doesn't expect 0 hair but she doesn't want it super hairy, in fact hair kinda grosses her out. She won't say that tho.

I = Intimacy (Are they intimate during sex?)

Yes, but she mostly lets the diaboy take the lead so her intimacy is more subtle, like running her hands appreciatively over his body and being verbal like telling him she loves him

J = Jerking Off (Masturbation headcanons)

Yui actually has tried touching herself prior to any diaboy, and she was able to *ahem* enjoy herself doing so, but she was never able to reach climax. She still has a little trouble making herself climax but when she's horny and doesn't have her partner, she'll rub her clit.

K = Kinks

Yui enjoys being blindfolded and handcuffed or pinned down. She finds trust to be the most important aspect of love, so she trusts in the diaboy to be good to her during sex, and she finds it kinda hot being at his mercy. She also likes edging and being teased.

L = Location (Their favorite place to have sex)

A bed, maybe a couch

M = Motivation (Turn ons)

She gets aroused easily when kissing on a bed or any other surface that two people could have sex on.

N = No (Something they won’t do)

She tried anal and absolutely hated it. Even without pain she just hates the feel of anal.

O = Oral (Preference of giving or receiving? How do they do it to you? How do they like it done to them?)

She enjoys giving her diaboy oral, she likes making him feel good, hearing his noise, seeing his face. It makes her happy to know she can give him pleasure. She absolutely loves receiving oral and her clitoris is extremely sensitive so oral is great for pleasuring her.

P = Pace

She likes it slow-medium and occasionally likes it incredibly fast

Q = Quickie (Do they like them? Are they willing to risk it?)

R = Risks

In the games she's done passionate kissing like right in front of others, so I can see her being frisky in public but she'd be really embarrassed and go to a secluded spot and like hide behind something.

S = Stamina (How long can they go? How many rounds?)

She's pretty tired after just one round and wants to cuddle and sleep (especially if the sex is on the rougher/kinkier/faster side) but if she's feeling needy she might be up for round 2 after a short break

T = Toys

She's very sensitive to clit stimulation, so the diaboy loves teasing her with a vibrator

V = Vocal

Not loud, but moaning and whimpers. Especially when she's needy and being teased.

W = Wild Card (Random sex head canon)

She's a fairly quick learner

X = X-Ray

Small breasts, but curvy hips (as seen in the anime when she wears Cordelia's dress) her collarbones are prominent but not unhealthily so, lean long legs, her breasts are very perky and her nipples are pink and small. When she's on her back her hair fans out around her head and all the diaboys love it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Surprisingly high. She loves giving and receiving pleasure and making love

Z = Zzz (How soon do they fall asleep after?)

Very soon after. She'll cuddle up and fall asleep.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist to every character's nsfw alphabet! 👇🏻

#yui komori #komori yui #diabolik lovers yui #nsft alphabet #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers headcanons

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mrsnancywheeler · 4 days

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okay i absolutely love 🐚 anon’s thoughts on finnick loving reader’s body hair. i’m all for not shaving and embracing it. how do you think finnick would make reader feel more confident and comfortable deciding not to shave? like it’s something she’s always wanted to try but has been worried about what her partner would think.

number one, finnick would make it known that he loves it, like he can't help it when he notices and a big grin breaks out on his face. because to him it means you feel comfortable enough with him to not follow societal standards of beauty that he's sick of anyways. he also thinks the natural body is just so beautiful, he's so so tired of the way the captiol will rip every bit of hair slightly out of place off of people, just make everyone so sanitized. the human body is raw and personal and real, so all the little natural things he just finds so much beauty in.

he's totally the type of guy to be giving you a foot massage, notice you haven't shaved your legs, smile, and just, "I love you." and whenever you're nervous about having not shaved he's shutting that down real quick.

if you're on your way to the market to grab some things before swimming so you've thrown on a swimsuit cover and then it's like, oh shit, other people are going to see me and I haven't shaved. "oh, damnit-"

"what's wrong, honey?"

"I just need a second, I forgot to shave, and have to go do that."

"why do you have to shave?"

you can't help but laugh because it feels obvious, that's what society expects. "look at me, I'm so hairy and gross-"

"hey, hey, don't say that, it's beautiful, you're beautiful." and when he says it that genuinely, it's hard not to believe him, his eyes so eager and loving. "I mean if it makes you itchy or uncomfy then do it, but not just because other people, it's perfect, you're perfect."

and you can't help but smile at him, "you're such a sap."

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader fluff #anon

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dejwrites · 1 year

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) after your casting partner grimmjow come down with the flu, director shunsui kyoraku steps in and takes his place.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, modern au, sw!reader, p*rn director!shunsui, very descriptive description of making out, implied oral (male receiving), mentions of pubes. (come on now we see how hairy this man is) doggystyle position, flat doggy positon, usage of spit, breeding kink, creampie, body worship, mentions of reader & grimmjow being roommates and filming buddies lol, he done made her fall in love after giving a smidget of him, this smut is just outright nasty...i need to be evaluated after writing this, word count: 3k

YOUR FACE SCRUNCHED UP IN DISGUST HEARING THE SOUND OF YOUR ROOMMATE SLASH VERY LOYAL FILMING PARTNER AGGRESSIVELY COUGH. With your back leaned against his dresser, your arm crossed over your chest as you watched him peak from under the royal blue duvet, his eyes puffy, and frankly—he looked like shit. You knew he wouldn’t be able to film today considering how he looked, but you knew that he wouldn’t particularly let you help look after him and miss work. In your mind, you could miss one day. It wouldn’t make a big deal, considering how your bank account was looking. However, your roommate was insisting you just film without him.

Grimmjow and yourself have known each for over two years now. The first year you two met after you desperately decided to do porn for cash. At first, you were timid—afraid your reputation could be tarnished as soon as Nympho Productions posted the video online. The direct deposit that hit your account had you eager to try more. According to the interactions on Grimmjow and your videos, they were prevalent. Many of them rave about the two of you having a lot of chemistry together. Weird right? Having on-camera chemistry in a porn video. So, you and Grimmjow entered a contract to do a video together three times a month under Nympho Productions. You two soon became roommates after realizing that you have seen everything of each other—some workers in the company even joked about the two of you dating.

“They’re most likely going to pair you up with someone else,” Grimmjow lets out a cough as he finally pulls the covers off his head. His light blue colored hair was a mess on his face, and his eyes were as puffy as ever. “We’ll have to film four videos together next month.” He huffs.

“The contract is between you and me. I don’t have to go in today.” You spoke out as you shrugged your shoulders. “Plus, you look like shit. I can’t just leave you in here all sick and gross looking.”

Grimmjow stares at you and blinks. “Did you just say I look like shit and gross looking?”

“That’s the only thing you heard me say?” You asked. “I don’t mind staying here and taking care of you. That’s what roommates and occasionally video partners do.” You smiled at him, and he simply rolled his eyes at your gesture and rolled over in bed so that he was no longer facing you.

“Stop being so nice as if you didn’t curse me out yesterday for eating that shitty flavored ice cream, you brought, Y/N. Don’t let me stop you from making money. Plus, you should get used to doing videos with other guys.” Grimmjow says.

“You ignored my sticky note on the ice cream that you said was nasty, you asshole.” You said. “I have chemistry with you; why would I want to do that?”

He sits up in bed, giving you an annoyed look. “Actors have chemistry with multiple people. So do porn stars. Now go because you must be at the studio in like an hour. I’ll be okay.”

Your lip gloss-covered lips part to argue against his words before admitting defeat. “Fine, I’ll keep you posted on who I’m filming with. Hopefully, it goes quickly.”

“Let’s hope whatever lucky guy doesn’t cum too quickly.”

“Just how you did our first time filming together.” You jokingly say as you shut the door before he can chuck his pillow at you.

The journey to the studio wasn’t that long. As soon as you stepped into the office, many workers were already doing their job for the day. You didn’t know how this day would go considering that you had no clue who you were filming with. You feared that you would be paired with someone who cum too quickly, which dragged on filming. Or maybe you’ll be with someone you weren’t attracted to, and you couldn’t have sex with someone you weren’t attracted to. Granted, you were a porn star—it wasn’t like you were looking for prince charming. You just thought it would be better to stare at someone pretty. You also didn’t want the sex to be seen so forced; any director could point out when the two stars aren’t into it and just doing it to get over with. You were a woman of standards and had to make sure everything you did was of criteria, including sucking cock on camera.

“Oh my God! You actually came to work,” One of the set assistants said as she approached you with a clipboard. “We heard about Grimmjow being sick and assumed you wouldn’t come in. That saves everyone's ass,” She links arms with you as she walks down the hall toward the makeup and hair department.

On the long hallway towards the makeup and hair department location, posters of popular videos the company created were on the walls. You didn’t have a poster yet, considering that you only filmed with one person.

“Don’t you have to find someone to replace Grimmjow?” You walked into the room and sat in the chair to get your makeup done.

The majority of the makeup looks depends on the scenario. In essential blow job videos, the makeup artist sometimes used waterproof eyeliner, depending on who was directing the video. Some directors adored the pleasing aesthetic shot of a pretty person with eyeliner stains on their face after having a cock tap at the back of their throat—others didn’t, as they thought it was trashy.

“Uh, yes.” The young woman said as she brought her clipboard closer to her chest. She glances down at her sneakers before speaking again, “It’s surely a first for Nympho Productions.” She forces a smile on her face, and your eyebrows are raised in curiosity.

“Who am I filming with? I hope you guys didn’t just get some random guy.” You sighed. “If that’s what you’re referring to, this being a first.”

“No, it’s just you’ll be filming with uh—Director Kyoraku.” She says after she checks her clipboard. “We never had a director step in for a video, so this is a first, and everyone has been running around like a chicken without its head because of it.”

Your mouth instantly dried up at the sound of that. You had worked with Director Shunsui Kyoraku a couple of times, considering he’s been the director for countless of you and Grimmjow’s videos. You have sat in the studio’s cafeteria and overheard many workers talk highly of him. He was charismatic without even trying. He was kind, very kind actually, and not in the creepy power dynamic kind that many directors in Hollywood give. You couldn’t deny how attractive he was. He has seen practically everything of you on camera—so why was the thought of recording a video with him having your stomach forming the most insane knots?

“You can refuse to do the video. He has stated that and wants you, his co-star, to be as comfortable as possible. He understands that Grimmjow is your usual partner—and recording with someone new can be extremely intimidating.” The set assistant explained. “We can start whenever you’re ready; the shoot can be as long or short. We need to get enough footage to release an exclusive video for premium subscribers for the site.”

Your lips form a straight line before speaking, “It’s okay. I’m comfortable with that. Are there any specific positions he prefers for today?”

“Once again, anything that you’re comfortable with.” The set assistant said. “You’re actually his first—on camera. So, he’s kinda going to be looking at you for guidance.” She chuckles lowly as she rocks on her heels nervously. Frankly, she was afraid that you’d back out last minute.

Now it was you chuckling; you’d heard rumors about Director Kyoraku. From how big his cock was to how amazing he was in bed. Now here you were with the grand opportunity to see if the rumors were true.

“Do you think we should go with waterproof eyeliner?” The makeup artist asked out loud.

Usually, when you were asked this question, you didn’t know what to say. Especially if you didn’t know who was directing the shoot during your scenes. Your lips rubbed together before parting to speak but soon were interrupted by the one man that had been running through your mind since you learned the news that you were going to be filming with him.

“Regular liner would do.”

Your eyes met with his, and you felt your body go through a heat rush. It felt like all the blood in your body rushed to your face. Your words that were tumbling around in your mind seemed to come to a stop. The makeup and hair department people around you seem to move slowly. Shunsui Kyoraku was leaning against the door frame of the room you were in.

“Then you guys heard the director, regular liner it is.” You could hear the makeup artist chuckle at your words.

“He must have quite some interesting plans for filming with you today,” The artist commented as she grabbed the black eyeliner.

Shunsui took the empty seat just a few inches away from you. He rested his head in the palm of his hand as he stared at you. Completely drinking in your looks as you were getting your makeup done. As the makeup artist turns to grab another makeup product—you catch a glimpse of him trailing his tongue across his lips before he rubs his hand across the stubble on his face.

“I came to you before our shoot to talk.” He interrupts the silence that swirled around the room.

“I already told the set assistant; I am comfortable with any position you want to try.” Your eyes met his.

“Right.” He clicks his tongue before speaking again, “I know this is awkward, but my main goal is to ensure you’re comfortable.”

You crossed your legs across one another, the jean skirt you wore rising just a bit with your provocative action. You took note that Shunsui’s eyes glanced down at your thighs. He swallowed so hard you could see his adam apple bob because of his actions. Were you making him nervous?

“I’m very much comfortable with filming you. I know I suppose to help guide you, but I’m sure you don’t need much guidance.” You stated.

The makeup artist applied a coat of lip gloss on your plush lips before asking you to rub your lips together to finish the minimal makeup look. You rubbed your lips together before glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Your golden skin glistened in the bright light that was attached to the mirrors, and you couldn’t help but smile at your beauty. Pushing yourself out of your seat so you can change into something else, you look at Shunsui before your lips curve into a smile.

“Remember the words you told me when you first directed one of my videos? Just do it as if I’m not even there. So just do that, sir.” You let your hand place on his shoulder before leaving the room.

“See you on set in about fifteen minutes.” You said out loud as you waltzed down the hall to change into something else.

You went to your dressing room, which was usually shared with Grimmjow, to change into something more appealing to the eye. Your breasts sat up nicely in the shirt you wore, but you knew you wouldn’t even have it on in a matter of minutes. You spent the remaining time in your dressing room trying to figure out if you could give Grimmjow a heads-up on what was happening. He was going to see the video regardless—but you were sure his little ego would be bruised seeing who you would be filming with. As your fingers hovered over the message thread to send a quick message, a knock was heard at the door. The same set assistant that dropped the massive news would give you a sly smile, “We’re ready for you on set, Y/N.” She adds.

“I’ll be right there.” You answered.

You never were nervous about filming other than your first time on camera. You remembered how timid you were with so many sets of eyes on your bare body. Today you were so nervous that you could feel the knots twisting and turning in the pit of your stomach. However, you kept remembering how people talked highly about Shunsui on set. Not one person had something negative to say about the guy, so of course, he would take his time with you. Of course, when action was yelled, he would make you as comfortable as possible, considering that this was different from filming with Grimmjow. His large hands caress your body like a well-trained masseuse. Obviously, you got the idea clearly of him choosing for you to wear regular eyeliner just for when your pretty mouth was wrapped around him, gagging pornographically until tears stain your heated cheeks. Mascara stained your face as you were attempting to regain your breath from Shunsui’s cock being in your mouth.

Your heart thumped against your chest as you lay on your stomach, and when you felt the weight of Shunsui on you—you could feel your breath hitch. His lips linger, kissing behind your ear. You can feel the wetness of his tongue trace alongside the line of your ear before whispering, “If I’m being too rough, let me know.”

His voice was so smooth that simply by saying that, you grew ever wetter from the time of his cock being in your mouth. You felt his lips drag a line of kisses down the spine of your back, and you could feel your skin littered with goosebumps in anticipation. Your mouth gasps apart to let out a whimper of desperation. Your pussy twitched in anticipation, feeling Shunsui’s cock resting upon your ass. The sigh of comfort you let out when you could feel him slide into you. His hand was placed on your waist as he was waiting for you to get used to the feeling of his cock stretching you out. The broken cries of pleasure you let out as soon as his hips begin to rock cause you to feel lightheaded. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but this felt different.

You and Grimmjow scenes worked as partners. You tolerate each other because you would have filmed with each other rather than anyone else. Oddly, the two of you just became close friends within those years. The thought of filming with another guy never settled in your mind until you felt the satisfying feeling of Shunsui fucking you like a madman. The pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other was sure to be picked up on the shotgun microphone that was above Shunsui and yourself.

When Shunsui pulled himself entirely out of you—you felt so bare with his cock tapping at that spot that caused your dreamy eyes to lolly in the back of your head. Even barer than being naked in front of a whole production. You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your drooling entrance before the wet feeling of Shunsui using his spit as lube. Once again, he’s bottom down inside you, but time slowly—teasingly. It left you whining out for more, and with each whine, he rewarded you with what you wanted. The sound of the bed tapping at the wall was attempting to overpower your moans. The wet squelching noises of Shunsui’s spit plus your wetness that coated his cock with each push forward into the cushion of your ass.

“Harder.” You gasped through your moans.

He pushed your coils from the side, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Harder, what?” His questions through a dragged-out pant.

“Harder, please.” You whimpered out.

He grants your wishes without a complaint. His large hands spread your cheeks apart just so his girthy cock could kiss that one spot that had you seeing stars and slurring out moans of his name. The fiery pit that was bubbling in your stomach pushed you closer to the edge. The hairs on your body rise in anticipation as your orgasm finally come upon you. Your pussy pulses around him as you hear Shunsui utter something before he cums. That didn’t stop the notorious director from stopping. It seemed like that motivated him to fuck you through your mind-blowing orgasm.

Your skin was stained with his scent as the two of your bodies went limp at the feeling of playing tug-a-war with the intense orgasm. Your head plopped down on the pillow, and you could feel Shunsui slowly pull out. You couldn’t even imagine the mess that was in between your thighs just because of the mere moment of you urging him to cum in you. As soon as you heard the director yell that you guys were done, you finally were able to rest your mind that only could process Shunsui Kyoraku and only him.

While tugging on the robe someone gave you, you let your fingers brush against your coils, trying to compose yourself from the events that transpired. Your stomach felt like it filled with butterflies, and you felt fuckin’ lovesick. Your feet hit the softness of the rug that was near the bed you just received one of the best fuckings of your life on. Your body plopped backward as you could hear many filming crew members completing their duties. You felt the space next to your sink downward, and Shunsui took the spot next to you, wearing a similar silk robe that you were wearing. On the back of it was an embroidery of the company’s name on the back.

“We should do this again?” Shunsui eyes glance down at you.

“Again?” Your eyebrows raised at him, and you could only hear him hum in agreement at his words.

“Contact my assistant when you make a decision.”

And with that, you watched him walk away from your view as his assistant approached him with a water bottle and his cell phone. You were left with the taste of Shunsui on your lips and your mind filled with just him. To think you were about to call out to take care of your roommate today.

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dukeofankh · 4 months

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The idea that men having unrealistic beauty standards for women comes from them watching pornography has always struck me as like, laughably and obviously wrong. That's...where I honestly saw the most representation and celebration of "unconventional" beauty? And not in a "everyone is beautiful" positivity post way, with raw, unfiltered, honest hunger for things men are assumed to find repulsive. When I met women with saggy breasts irl I wasn't like "oh no! What's wrong with them? They're not supposed to be affected by gravity..." I was like, "Oh dope, these are some of my favourite kinds of tits".

Some people can get into bubbles, sure. But it's not a porn issue. You honestly don't have to look that far. There is a media industry built entirely off of dangerously dishonest representations of women's bodies... it's just the regular fucking film industry.

Let's say I wanna see a legit, actual fat woman being the centre of attention, and being portrayed as devastatingly attractive. Please, by all means, what Hollywood films should I watch? You might come up with a few examples, maybe. But I listen when my fat friends talk, I know how shit rep is for fat women. Can I go to the theatre and be more confident than a coin flip's chance that the movie I see will even acknowledge or portray the existence of fat women? Because I can find thousands of examples of that in porn in seconds. It's an entire fucking genre. The dudes that you presume have a monolithic and universal hatred of rolls of fat have a pretty sizeable wing that will honestly get fucking apoplectic in the comments if someone is described as fat who's merely chubby.

Can you honestly, with a straight fucking face, tell me that I can go to the theatre right now, pick a random movie, and be at all likely to see a movie with a woman with even one (1) hair on her body below her eyebrows? There is plenty of porn with totally hairless women, some of which is super fuckin gross about it, sure. But like, doesn't matter how "gritty and realistic" a movie is, I'm more likely to see a corpse than an armpit hair in a movie theatre. By comparison, there are legit mainstream porn performers who do regular, mainstream scenes with a bush, hairy armpits, all of it. It's not uncommon. It's not hard to find. And it's...the point? It's hot? It's not just fine, it's not there to demonstrate how artistic the movie is being, it's hot.

There is definitely tons of porn built around showing the most conventionally attractive women possible, but proportionally, compared to mainstream films, porn has way more varied body representation. You take two guys, lock them in a room, and show one nothing but Hollywood movies and the other nothing but porn, one of those guys would react with surprise/horror when presented with an average naked woman, and it's not the one who's been watching porn. Like, porn is about wanting to fuck people. Wanting to fuck all sorts of people. In order to do that, you kinda have to...show all sorts of people? If you want to make porn about, "Hey, what if you could have sex with that fat mom" or "what if your sisters chubby goth friend wanted to sit her totally untrimmed bush right on your face," a porn studio is just gonna...get someone who fits that body type. They're not gonna rewrite her as someone thin or put her in a fatsuit. And there's sizeable genres built entirely around body types that are basically banned from existing as anything more than a joke or a tragedy in mainstream film.

Where does that leave us? Do you have to love porn now? Include it in your next moodboard about positive representation? No. I understand why that level of sexualization and fetishization isn't actually comfortable for plenty of people. I'm not trying to convince you that it's good.

I'm trying to tell you that even if you have really negative feelings about gross dudes or the porn industry in general, our fucked up beauty standards for women have so much more to do with mainstream cinema than they ever have, or ever will have, to do with porn.

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aimlesswalker · 1 year

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I just want to be some guy

As a trans man, I don’t really feel like I belong anywhere in the lgbt+ community because I’ll never be attractive to anyone (which is why I ID as queer but even then I feel outcast) and it…. it really hurts sometimes. I’m simultaneously too masculine and not masculine enough.

in the men who are attracted to men spaces, most people when they see me think I’m a twink because of being short/small and/or for being trans/nonbinary. They think I’m hairless, feminine, boyish, submissive, etc. I’m…. at this point in my life I am really really not. Testosterone has made me male and everything that entails. I’ve gained (healthy! good for me!) weight and my stomach sticks out, I’m covered in body hair, I am partway to balding. All the things that are conventionally unattractive about men. All the things that are demonized in trans men. I’m too masculine to fit their idea of a nonbinary person. But masculine in “the wrong way”. I have to either be muscular/fit or small and hairless to be wanted here. I don’t even count as a bear, you’d probably just call my shape a “dad bod”. This isn’t just some vague feeling I get in these spaces- people have legit said to me “oh I love twinks” or “oh I love femboys” and I have to awkwardly explain that no I’m not one actually. I’m not what they want me to be. And I’m really tired of people placing that expectation on me- that I’m a slender hairless twink who is submissive and likes bottoming. Just because I’m small and/or trans. so gross.

and then in the women who are attracted to men spaces well… they’d never look twice at me. I’m short and not at all muscular/toned/fit. Again, I have gained weight, am hairy, and halfway to bald. Bedsides not being conventionally attractive- they usually want a man who can “provide”. I am disabled and can’t work. I can’t drive. I can’t give them flowers or pick them up for a date. I can’t be any of the things they’re looking for in a partner. Being disabled makes me seen as “less than”. Being dependent on other people is a trait that is endlessly mocked in men. I’m not masculine enough.

so where the fuck does that leave me? I’m not even going to talk about how being aromantic in queer spaces alienates me further. I love testosterone, I love what it’s done for me and how I feel healthier on it. But like. fuck. I don’t feel like I’m ever going to be attractive to anyone. I never get to feel pretty or handsome. I never get to feel happy about my appearance anymore and that makes me so sad. I used to derive so much joy from picking out outfits and accessorizing and applying glittery make up. I’m too sick to leave the house ever so I don’t do those things anymore, besides the fact that I *can’t* present feminine anymore without risking my safety. People would assume I’m a trans woman and act accordingly because they see a man attempting to be feminine. I am fully man and fully nonbinary, but I never get to exist as both at the same time. I can’t be feminine without people invalidating/forgetting my manhood. I can’t be masculine without people invalidating/forgetting my nonbinary-ness. I’m too masculine for nonbinary spaces and too nonbinary for masculine spaces. I just…….. I get incredibly sad about this.

And people generally don’t care??? the sentiment seems to be that trans men who are masculine, who pass, who are stealth, etc don’t belong in the lgbt+ community, shouldn’t be in lgbt+ or queer spaces. They’re not wanted there because of being masculine. These spaces are only for “non-men”. But the second you talk about your struggles as a trans man as a reason for why you should be included, you get pegged as an owo twink femboy to most people. It’s always one or the other (demonized or infantilized) and I’m really fucking sick of it. It hurts. I just want to be some guy.

#transmisandry #transandrophobia #trans masc #nonbinary #trans male #transgender #disability #fey talks #idk how to tag this at all #i hope this will resonate with some people #i've completely given up dating at this point although i dont want to #i just dont have the energy to sift through 99% of the people who want nothing to do with someone like me #I dont feel like I have any community at this point in time even in online spaces #i dont feel like I fit in anywhere and it is incredibly isolating #i wish i could see myself as handsome or attractive in any capacity #can we please stop shaming men for being bald and hairy #can we please stop infantilizing disabled men #can we please stop calling all trans men twinks or femboys solely bc they are trans #sometimes i want to stop T just to be accepted again #but i cant i need the T for my health issues #does being both man and nonbinary at the same time make me multigender?

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sweaty-confetti · 9 months

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literally in conservatives’ eyes all trans people are the worst kind of trans people. feminine trans guys who don’t go on T or surgery are actually just cis girls fetishizing gay men and are faking being trans for attention. big hairy trans guys with beards and deep voices are creepy mean predatory guys who Mutilated™️ their bodies. hyperfem trans girls with dresses and feminizing surgeries are fetishizing womanhood and are actually creepy sexual cross dressers. masculine trans girls with 5 o’ clock shadows and body hair are disgusting men who invade lesbian spaces and “don’t even make an effort to pass”. nonbinary afab folks are gross girls trying to appear superior to womanhood and nonbinary amab folks are predatory fetishizers trying to invade Real Trans spaces. neopronoun and xenogender folks are nasty cis people misinterpreting transness and cringe gross weirdos. moral of the story is fuck around with gender and fuck around with bigots, because bigots aren’t gonna like you regardless. trying to make your identity palatable and respectable very rarely works, and when it does, it’s able to be revoked the Moment you do something “weird” or “cringe” or “gross.” you can do whatever you want forever and i love you for it.

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gayhenrycreel · 5 months

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anyone else feel like this?

i just cant relate to the men-loving-men tag. at all. not in the slightest. i feel excluded from my own community.

its all boypussy this, man tits that.

theres no recognition for trans men who have had or want to have any surgery at all. its almost entirely for pre everything white twinks who conform. in fact i can hardly find posts about any men who have dicks. not even cis men.

it reads like a fetish tag.

i cant relate at all. im not a twink. sometimes i like to be feminine but for the most part im just a hairy bogan. after i start testosterone im likely going to turn into a bear.

i dont see any representation for trans man who are not submissive hairless twinks. not even in other tags.

i want to have surgery. i want a flat chest. i plan to have phalloplasty. i look just like a cis guy.

i get that not all trans men can pass and they deserve representation too, but trans men who are indistinguishable from cis men are pretty much ignored.

i dont want to feel excluded from my own community.

sometimes it seems like people in these tags are against transitioning. ive seen them say that bottom surgery results dont look real or have no sensation. i cant actually find evidence of this being true. these people talk like fully transitioned bodies are mutilated or something.

sounds like terf rhetoric doesnt it?

people deserve to feel included in their communities.

trans men dont have to be feminine submissive twinks.

what about trans men who are masculine? what about trans men who are tops? what about trans men who are bears?

masculinity is not bad. people have a right to be themselves, even if you dont like it. stop listening to terfs. masculinity can be wonderful. if you think trans men cant be masculine you need to think about why you think that. do you think the difference between being masculine or feminine is determined by genitals? thats exactly what terfs say.

masculinity and femininity are constructs. we can do whatever we want with them.

the blogs ive seen spouting this bullshit seem fine with trans women or trans men being feminine, but refuse to acknowledge that trans women can be butch and trans men can be masculine.

its clear that they only have a problem with masculinity.

this is terf rhetoric

post op bodies are wonderful. people deserve to have the bodies they need. transitioning has been repeatedly proven to save lives.

my testosterone levels naturally increased recently and now that i smell like a cis man i have a will to live. transitioning saves lives. for some trans men, including me, masculinity saves lives too. its not bad or gross to wear boots and flannel or be hairy or smell different. masculinity is the most freeing experience ive ever had. im finally myself.

people should also be allowed to define their masculinity however they want. masculinity varies from culture to culture. in my country (new zealand) its is considered masculine to have long hair and close relationships with other men (we call this mateship).

its okay to want to be hairy and have a flat chest. bottom surgery is wonderful too.

theres nothing wrong with wanting to be "traditionally" masculine.

just let people be themselves.

#queer #queer liberation #queer community #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq community #mlm #t4t #t4t mlm #ftm #mtf #trans man #trans men #transmasc #transmasculinity

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gojo-enthusiast · 6 months

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Chapter Eight — Will You Make Love To Me? (Mature)

Master Zenin - Toji Fushiguro Series — Reblog & Like

Chapter Eight

“Please have these washed, and dried. For now, is there anything we can wear?” Toji says to the attendant. “Ah yes sir, we have this night gown for the lady, and we found these cotton shorts, unfortunately sir we have no undergarments.” The women bows, giving him the clothing. “This will do. Thank you.” He nods, shutting the bedroom door.

You stepped out of the shower drying yourself off. You hear a knock on the bathroom door, you hear the rough sounding man— “I was able to secure you a nightgown, but no panties.” You open the door, seeing the sheer cotton white gown. “Thank you.” You say, grabbing it and shutting the door. You pull the gown over your head, your curls loosely fallen over your shoulders, over your breast reaching down all the way to your lower back. You never really paid much attention to your hair, and were surprised to see how long it had gotten, the ends nearly at the crack of your bottom. You hear the bathroom door slowly open— “Hey, are you hung-“ toji begins to say, before his breath hitched in his throat, seeing the raw sight of you, freshly washed curls, skin not covered with anything, the slight acne scars that rested on your chin, with a light hint of redness but not to noticeable. And the way the gown was loose fitting, but he could see the color of your areola’s through the sheer white cotton, and as his eyes traveled down, he saw the hair of your womanhood.

He knew you weren’t one to keep up with that, because you just weren’t that kind of girl. You of course would trim yourself in your woman regions because you wanted to feel clean, but he was so used to the other women he had seen, completely taking off anything that could be considered dirty, hairy, gross, in the eyes of a man. While you, simply were yourself. He loved that about you, as he’s staring at you, admiring the beauty that you are, his heart was beating so fast. “Toji?” You interrupt his thoughts. “Hmm?” He hums, forgetting what he even was in here for. You take this as your opportunity to question him, “do you love me?” You ask, no hesitation. “Yeah I do.” He answers, looking at you through the mirror. “Why?” You continue to ask— “You are just you.” He says, clearing his throat. “Why do you want to marry me?” You ask this question with a shaky voice. “Because I don’t want to ever love anyone else but you.” He says, finally he can no longer hold himself back. He spins you to him, and pushes his lips onto yours, grabbing you by your waist, pulling you in. He swipes your bottom lip with his tongue, wanting to ask for permission to go deeper, you oblige. It’s almost as if you both were eating each other alive, the way you both deepened your passion, your lips, so much so, that you both were swallowing each other’s breath. You both pull away catching your breaths. In a swift movement, he’s is picking you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He is attaching his lips onto yours again.

“Fuck I love you.” He’s groaning, you felt yourself heating up, your womanhood tingling. “T-Toji?” You are breathing heavy, trying to catch your breath. “Y-yeah?” He questions, catching his breath as well. “Can you show me that you love me?” You whisper into his ear.

You had never been this bold, you knew where this was going, you knew that you couldn’t not love this man, the man who ordered hundreds of thousands of people to be slaughtered, so he could have power in this nation. You knew why he did it, you even understood, but it didn’t change the fact that it was wrong. Yet you couldn’t control how you felt, this was a man you had loved from the moment boys caught your eyes. You were 12, and had just started your period for the first time, that’s when you met Toji, and you swore he was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen. You were just a child, yet you blushed when he would pat your head and ask you how was school? Or when you were 15 and he took you to your school dance because no one asked you to go with them. Or when you were 17, and you were at his apartment while he was looking over files for a case he had in a couple of weeks. While you did your homework beside him, it was days like that where you would sit there after you had finished, and watched as he bit the inside of his cheek, or bit off the skin of his lips, so focused that he didn’t notice the hole on his face that had burned through from your eyes staring so intently. You had loved this man from the moment you saw him, he was your first love, and at this very moment, he was your first everything. You couldn’t push him away anymore, he was all you wanted, even if they meant wanting a man who when he dies, he would be in the underworld, becoming a demon. At least that was your beliefs.

“It’s okay to touch you?” He asks, staring into your eyes as he’s hovering over you. For such a big, aggressive, rough man— he was so gentle with you. “Yes. Make love to me Toji.” You say, kissing his jawline. He didn’t say anything, he smiled, and started sucking on your neck, leaving his love marks as a reminder of who you now belong to. He lifted you up, pulling the night gown that you have only had on for 10 minutes, right off of you. He began sucking down your neck to your breast, sucking your nipples, teasing the other one with his hands. “T-Toji.” You groan, trying to pull away. “Hmm? You ok?” He says looking up, still sucking on your nipple. “There’s not much there, th-that can’t possibly be something you like.” you moan out— “They are perfect to me, will you let me continue showing you my love?” He says as he lightly bites at your nipple. “Agh— y-yes.” You moan out, after a minute he starts licking down your chest to your stomach, feeling all your curves, he started lighting groping and pawing your stomach. He loved the excess skin, and the little belly you had started to get because he was feeding you well. He finally got to where you needed him the most.

“Toji- just put it in. I haven’t shaved.” You say covered yourself with your hands down there. “Mm no, I much prefer it like that.” He says as he rubs the little hairs on your womanhood. “Leave your fingers all you want, I’m tasting you.” He says, spreading your legs, and sticking his tongue in between your fingers, tasting your wetness. “Agh- To-jiii.” You moan out, throwing your hands up in defeat. He smirks, diving in deeper, sucking and licking every spot, wanting to know your taste, which he quickly got addicted. He muttered how sweet you tasted, as he pushed his tongue into your tight virgin hole, while his thumb lightly circled your clit. You felt the pit of your stomach tighten. You had never touched yourself or been touched so this new found feeling was strange. “T-Toji, stop stop stop.” You say pulling his hair, trying to pull him off. There was no budging, he was quickening his pace, knowing that your release was coming quickly. “Toji, oh my god! Pl-please stop. I’m gonna pee.” You’re inhaling air, feeling like you’re about to burst. “Mmm.” He moans into your cunt, sticking his tongue into your hole that he had stretched as much as he could, he was rubbing your clit at an ungodly pace, so fast but lightly pressing on it. It had sent shivers all around your body, you were shaking and almost convulsing in pleasure, bucking your hips without realizing it, and you snapped, you not only had your creamy juices leaking from your hole, but you had squirted all over his face. Throwing your head back, moaning loudly, almost as a yelp. “T-TOJI, I- AGH, I CANT.” The noises from your mouth were vulgar, erotic, disgusting. And Toji was loving every second of it. He was bathing in your juices, licking you from your hole, to your clit. Causing you to shake as you came down from your orgasm.

“Toji-to- I’m so sorry.” You cry out, he sees the tears coming down your cheeks. “Why are you sorry?” He questions, coming up to your face, planting soft kisses on your lips. “I pissed all over your face!” You cry out, “Baby doll, you didn’t piss. That’s natural, you squirted baby. Did it feel really good?” He says, kissing your cheek where your tears were going down. “It felt so-so good.” You moan out, as he’s slipping a finger into your drenched hole. “Good, I want my baby to feel good.” He says, thrusting his finger slowly into your heat. Stretching you out, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

“Hey doll?” He half questions, “mmhmm?” You moan. “I’m gonna put it in, but it’s gonna hurt. I need you to hold onto me, and just bear with me, aight?” He says, as he pulls down his shorts.

His throbbing cock had already had pre-cum dripping.

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