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slaygentford · 1 year

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Professor slaygentford I’m having a dilemma. I’m a freshman undergrad student and I just started my second quarter this week and im in an 8am class where we read translations of the Iliad, the odyssey, and the Aeneid. The 8am time is not as bad as I thought and I have another 8am anyways. I’ve only had the class twice. Several people have already dropped. The professor is a very old man who kind of just rambles at us the whole time. I am having a lot of trouble being able to read the Iliad so far but the way he runs assignments and quizzes I think I can get by in the class anyways, but because I was panicking about it last night I looked at other courses I could take for the same common curriculum requirement and some of those sounded interesting and more in my area of knowledge but with iffy rated teachers. I don’t have a major. I have to figure this out by Sunday I literally don’t know what to do should I drop it or not like is there value in me sticking with this and either skating or trying to learn how to read this stuff??

PATH OF LEAST RESISTANCE! if I were you I'd probably switch classes bc that guy sounds boring as hell and it'll be boring/frustrating to keep chipping at these texts alone so that would be least resistance for me. HOWEVER. if you KNOW this class is gonna be just a couple hours a week, easy a, mindless memorization for quizzes and that thought doesnt sound soul killing, then I'd stick with it. one thing I WILL NOT DO! if I don't have to. is a professor's job for them. I simply won't do that. be a good teacher first or I am not putting in extra work to learn shit on my own. I dont believe in inherent value of anything if you have a bad prof. youd be doubling your workload and for what. basically my personal opinion boils down to: it matters on how easy the a would be. godspeed. (also btw I bet he assigned a dumb translation so this isn't your fault)

#nothing freshman year gpa wise matters either so dont panic you have three years to fix whatever bad grades you get #nothin at uni is worth panic. its fake and stupid. just do what makes your life the least hard. shit is hard enough brother

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roaringheat · 1 year

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I was really productive today and i'm trying to be proud of myself but theres nothing like being reminded by my family that they consider me lesser and an after thought to kill my mood and motivation

#vark posts #dont rb #all i did was ask my dad and my sister if they wanted to play mc and an hour later i get some half assed 'idk'#ik that might not seem like much but this happens everytime i make some attempt to spend time with them #whatever i suggest is never good enough and i'm lucky if i even get texted first #they never personally inv me over and everytime ive pointed it out theyve spun it around on me #they even go so far as to ignore me and put me down in person #maybe its time i go low contact #i so badly want things to go back to how they used to be but nothin good is gonna come out of putting myself in this situation over and ove #i responded to the idk text with 'you can just say no. its not that big a deal' and ik thats gonna piss my dad off #so i havent looked at my phone since #nothin like family trauma to make me use desktop tumblr lol #sorry to vent this like all happened at most 10 mins since posting this #and im very hurt #anyways fuck them check out the shit i did today #i took out the trash + worked out + did the dishes + started a russian study journal #+ cleaned and disinfected 1 of 4 cobweb and spider covered chairs so now we have a chair for the dining table!#cleaned the chair outside on my apts front porch while it was raining so it was actually pretty nice and peacful #wasnt playin any music or anything just listening to the rain and letting myself get swept up in chair cleaning lmao #im a bad bitch as soon as im left home alone all day

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bittwitchy · 4 months

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when it comes to my ships i need them to be bleeding bang the doldrums by fall out boy out of their pores or i'm not interested

#'brina ur so active today--' i had a party but everyones sick so it got cancelled which #is probably a good thing bc my skin splitting open issue has resurfaced again so everything hurts and i'm already anemic but now its worse #so my lightheadedness aka my weird level is wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #'brina are you okay--' this happens usually every few years but theres been years where it was every few months so #im still alive so im gonna say yes #i went to skin school to learn abt this shit and found no answers also ive been to multiple skin drs and nothin #dont know what it is dont know what to do it happens to the skin that gets the most like 'wet' ig #like underarms and thighs and stuff yknow #or inside my nose which is the wORST #bc it woNT STOP BLEEDIN #and its the side i have better airflow in rn bc not swollen #yay me health problems teehee #anyways bang the doldrums #for all intents and purposes this is arguably a joke #but most of my ships i can fit at least one line to so #i still win #if not bang the doldrums it has to be wonderland by taytay

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ishizizzle · 1 year

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Booooo I can't enjoy my day off because cute manager is working today and I'd rather see him boo!

#it me #we high fived yesterday nbd nothin major somethin light but I still wanna be 🤪🤪 about it lol #I like how he talks and he does funny accents 💀 like they'd be funny if i wasn't trying to develop this crush on him #he did an irish one for me what a nice young man 🤣#i need to back up tho its already getting kinda flirty around work and we've only been opened for not even a full month #one guy introduced himself during training by mentioning his fiancée but hes in like 3 female coworkers dms #streets too hot over there i just want to have a mutual crush on my manager in private 🤧#i got my own problems i dont want to make him uncomfortable just talking to him #and i dont want to say anything that'd be misinterpreted. I want him to do it lol i want him to cross a ''line''#doing his British accent yesterday (I assume his favorite) he was like'h #he was like ''here you go love-here you go!'' and I KNOW its just worxs #*words #I'm happy he's comfy enough around me to say shit like that's good. He can set the pace and I can meet him ati #at it #and realistically he wouldn't do anything even if wanted to because he's a manager and cares about coworkers differently #he's just being himself I like that #ok maybe i can enjoy my day off 💀 it was nice enough just to work with him most of the week #i dont think we're working together this week bc I'm on mornings next week #so at least i can improve my work and get closer to him that way 🤣🤣 and get my money up I heard ppl already in training #to be trainers and i wanna get in on that so I need to step my work up

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mayearies · 8 months

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where miles likes being spoiled by your kisses cw: theres like one sex joke

miles and you had just gotten back from his basketball game. wasnt his best but can you blame him? he was distracted. his girlfriend was on the bleachers watching his every move and cheering for him.

once you got to his room, he threw you some clothes as he changed out of his jersey. “woah! what’s the rush?” he wiped his face with a towel.his braids looked messy too. “nothin’. just wanna hurry up and cuddle with you.”

the last part went in one ear and out the other. you were just amazed at his upper body. it wasn’t incredibly muscular or anything, despite how strong he was. you kinda wanted to touch it. “you starin’ real hard, ma. you good?”

you didn’t respond, instead you just shifted your eyes back and forth between his face and his chest as he put on his shirt. he let out a playful laugh at your silence. “view’s that good, huh? can’t keep your eyes off me?”

“i mean, i dont really have a choice now do i?” you laughed. you swear, this boy had you giggling and kicking your feet so hard when he wasn’t here. “miss me from up there?” he kissed your cheek.

“a lil.” miles stopped kissing your face and held a pouty expression. "a little?" he questions, feeling a sense disappointment. "what am i supposed to do with just a little?"

holding a serious gaze, miles continues to kiss you. "i expected to be missed like crazy by you, amor."

holding a playful smile, you gave into his sweet kisses all around your face. “okay, maybe i missed you more than that. but you weren’t that far from me.”

miles relaxes, grinning as he kissed you more. "see, baby?" he mumbles, rubbing your cheek softly. "i told you i’m too irresistible. you know i’m right.”

most of the time, he was right. he knew you, better than you knew yourself in some ways. you both loved it. he held your hand tightly, not wanting you to leave despite how late it was. “can you show me how much you missed me?”

“how so?”

he pulled away and sucked on his teeth. eyeing the sheets then looking back at you. “hm. i don’t know, maybe some quality time together?”

and thats how you got here— stradding his lap while he leaned his head against the headboard, playing with your hair and scrolling through his phone.

the times where you two were apart were the ones he dreaded the most. he knew you didn’t like it either. but it is what it is. shit happens, but at least he could sleep knowing he would see you again.

he sighed, flipping his phone over on the blanket. he was silent for a little while before biting your shoulder softly to get your attention. “what?” he just looked at you with his normal resting face. “how much did you miss me, ma? gimme a number.”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling less tense. “like, out of ten?” miles rested his chin on your chest, looking up at you.

"yeah, out of ten," he said. milles smiled and starts to caress your back, waiting to hear your response to his question.

“hmm,” you bit your lips as you thought. miles’ fingers rubbed circles on your hips, too. “a solid 9.”

his eyes widened. "really," he asks, surprised. "you mean that?" giving you a playful tap on your nose, "because that last point is earned when I get a kiss." he likes making it obvious how much he wants you to kiss him. resting his head back on the headboard, tilting his head down toward you. “c’mon, kiss me, ma.”

you gave him a soft kiss in the cheek, making him let out a sigh and laugh simultaneously while also looking you up and down. he pouted, “that’s not what i meant, you know that. no seas cruel, mamita.”

“you’re so picky.” you saw him eyeing your lips as he said that, so you gave him exactly what he wanted. “better?”

miles gives a light squeeze to your hip. he looks down into your eyes with a sly smirk, nodding. "that's exactly what I wanted, baby," he spoke teasingly. "but I wonder if you know how to show me just a bit more love?"

placing his fingertips beneath your chin, miles slowly turns your face back toward his. looking back with a playful expression, he asked for another one. and another. aaand another. to which you would give.

you let out a light groan, while rolling your eyes playfully. “you’re picky and greedy. what a combo, miles. what a combo.”

miles smirks and rubs his thumb across your lips, making it apparent what he wants. “i mean, you wouldn't want me to be unhappy, would you? I need you to do your job and keep me satisfied."

as he speaks, miles continues to hold you with both of his hands on either side of your face. with a cheeky smile, he asks, "so are you going to be a good girlfriend or not?"

you rolled your eyes for real this time. his teasing could get annoying from time to time, but it would blow over soon. giving him another kiss, which was more long lasting to keep him quiet for a while. “see, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“you’re being greedy.”

“greedy? greedy for your love, yeah. that’s justified. hop off my dick if you dont like it, ma.”

“i cant in case you havent noticed!”

this could have been a fic but i was lazy abt the graphics yeahhh also this is mainly for @all444miles cause iykyk (she would be going insane)

#miles morales #miles g morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #miles morales blurbs #e!42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales earth 42 #miles 42 #42 miles morales #earth 42 #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #miles drabbles #maye🧃 talks

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shun-nie · 8 months

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Hii!! If you dont mind writing something dark. Can you write satosugu with reader who often gone because she is sort of depressive and just want to run away. Reader is cool and collected in outside but never really expressed anything about herself. Thank youu in advanced

SatoSugu x reader

->You're a grade 1 sorcerer, and literally bestfriends with everyone. The problem is, you never smile. Nah, that's not your thing. But you can understand everyone, and look from their perspective before comforting them. You're a close friend of theirs, but how come they don't know anything about you??

Warnings!!!! Dark themes, gn!reader, mentions of suicide and death, swearing!!!!

"Man, where is Y/N? It gets boring when they're not around." Satoru sighed and pouted, not liking the silence in the room.

"That's for you to ask and nobody to know." Shoko replied with a bored tone, she was used to you disappearing out of nowhere. Now, don't get her wrong. She is worried about you, and she actually tried to search for you one time, but couldn't find you even if she was looked around for 3 hours.

Suguru was looking at the floor with an unreadable expression, the trio was just sitting around and doing nothing other than joking around with eachother. But Suguru felt off, one month ago, as everyone was hanging out together, Haibara said he never saw you smile. You just shrugged and told them "There's nothin' funny.", then Satoru and Haibara teamed up to make you smile, making dumb expressions and making Nanami sigh out of disappointment. ((It didn't make you smile at all.))

Suguru started to notice; how you would look out of window deep in thought, how you would disappear after the missions, how you would stare with an unreadable gaze when Suguru and Satoru laughed at their own jokes. Suguru opened up about this to Satoru, and he said he saw you sitting with your head down with fists clenched once. Now, Suguru was a smart man, he could connect the dots but he couldn't understand you. Not when he doesn't even know when your birthday is—

Wait.

"Do you guys know Y/N's birthday?" Suguru suddenly asked, Satoru and Shoko shared a look before opening their mouths to reply—

Wait, did you ever mentioned your birth date?

"...I..don't.." Shoko felt ashamed, beacuse you knew everything about her. How she liked her coffee, which foods she prefered, the clothes she liked to wear, the movies she liked to watch..and she doesn't even know your birthday? Satoru was wearing a similar expression, he actually opened up to you about his problems. How everyone was expecting him to be the best, how he felt too much pressure on his shoulders, how people didn't see him as Satoru but as Gojo. You comforted him, you put yourself in his place and both of you talked shit about higher-ups for the next hours. Then you turned to him and said :

"People sucks, the only thing they know is how to talk. You could feel like you're the only one and nobody is there for you, but you're not alone Satoru."

Oh how great he felt after you said those words, he noticed you were actually very good at empathizing. Probably the only thing he knows about you besides your name and age.

"I can't believe after all these years, the only thing we know about them is that their name and age." Satoru said, looking at the ceiling. Suguru sighed and texted you for the 28th time, you didn't respond, you never did.

"I think we need to confront them about it, maybe there is something going on that they can't bring themselfs to tell us." Suguru said, looking up from his phone to see his friends. Shoko sighed and shook her head.

"Maybe If you two are the ones confront them, I think they're closer to the both of you than us." Shoko said, lighting up a cigarette. Suguru and Satoru shared a look before nodding, they were going to talk about this when they had the chance.

"Where were you yesterday? We called you like, 40 times?" Satoru frowned, slightly glaring at you as he poked your cheek. Suguru nodded, wanting to hear your excuse too.

"My phone was on silent, I didn't really notice it." you said, clearly avoiding the real question. They both frowned, the three of you were sitting at a table, eating some snacks that you paid for. You came back after disappearing for 10 hours and they took the chance to talk about your problems, but there was an issue, you refused to tell them anything about yourself.

"And? Where were you when you were not at school? We even searched for you." Suguru said, watching as you sighed and took a sip of your cold water. You were clearly thinking of a way out of here.

"Does it really matter? Why are you asking me questions anyway, I thought this was a date and not an interrogation." you said, trying to cover yourself with a flirty sentence. To your surprise, it didn't work this time.

"Tell us the truth or I'm really going to use my cursed technique on your liar ass." Satoru said and rolled his eyes, you never saw him this serious. Ugh, these questions are really overwhelming you.

"..."

"Why the fuck do you want to know about me? It's really starting to get annoying."

They both stared at you with a 'don't give us that shit right now' stare, you groaned and looked at the ceiling. Thinking if you really should tell them, you really don't like to talk about yourself, and about your own problems? Ah, hell no. You don't want to open up to anyone until the day you die.

"After I use my cursed technique, well, it hurts me both physically and mentally I guess. I don't want to show that side of me to you guys so I just...hide. Where I go is none of your business." Their eyes widened, so that's why you always disappear after missions? Suguru was in deep thought, so that's why you didn't want to fight curses if not necessary. And why you always had a painkiller in your pocket. This was bad, why didn't they notice you were hurting? Were they that blind?

"Then why are you a jujutsu sorcerer you dumb fuck? You—You're an important friend to everyone in that damned place! What if you die beacuse of it, huh?!" Satoru shouted, he really wanted to punch you in the face so you would realize that—

"Do I look like I wanna continue living?" you asked, looking away from them. Fuck, you were not supposed to say that. Now they'll blame themselves beacuse they didn't notice it earlier or some shit like that.((they were actually blaming themselves))

"..."

There was a silence at the table for the next 2 minutes, both Suguru and Satoru looking at you with shock. Suguru wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. How could they help you in any way? You clearly didn't want to talk about it any more than it is. Satoru was having a hard time understanding what you meant, you always pushed people to not give up and talk about their problems beacuse 'It would hurt more if you bottled it up.'((your words, not his.)) So how come you made them fight for their life when you already gave up your own? Why did you lie?

"Idiot. You're a total idiot." Satoru said quietly then raised his hand and smacked your head, you were actually surprised, just as you raised your head to tell him to fuck off Suguru smacked your head too.

"What the-"

"And you still have the audacity to face us? Shit head." Satoru rolled his eyes and hugged you, his hold on you very tight. Suguru held your hand and squeezed it to give you comfort.

"You were there anytime we needed you, so let us do the same alright?" Suguru said as Satoru let go of you, you noticed his eyes were a bit teary. Suguru was smiling but you could tell he was sad you didn't told them anything. What was this? Were you actually feeling loved? Nah, that was not your thing. Then what was this warm feeling in your chest? Damn it, why did you felt like crying?

To both Suguru and Satoru's surprise, you laughed. You had a nice laugh, they thought.

"You both are—really making me feel fuzzy and soft." You smiled and hugged them both, Suguru chuckled and hugged you back as Satoru felt nice you ruffled his hair while you hugged him.

Everything was good for now.

((I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO POST😭😭😭))

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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jj making you kiss his cock because you made it hurt

(you were wearing his shirt and it made him harder than it should have😭😭😭😭)

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he’s been holding himself back all day, trying not to be a total perv. you’re just existing, and with your sweet nature there’s no way you know to that extent how much you’re torturing him as you walk around in his muscle tank and a pair of cotton panties. your side boobs are on display, one wrong move from a nip slip every five seconds— just going about your day, walking around the kitchen of his house making some late lunch.

you lift your arms up, arching your back trying to crack it as you stretch, a quiet moan leaving you from how good it felt. apparently, that was his final straw.

“no, nope— you gotta— there’s no way you don’t know what you’re doin’ young lady.” he marches over, pointing a finger which rustles the black bracelets on his wrist at the force. you turn and face him, all confused and doe eyed as expected.

“huh?”

“dont huh me…” he corners you against the kitchen counter pressing his hard on directly against your front, a small gasp leaving you. “yeah, know what that is don’t ‘ya? you are killing me.” he hisses, a tinge of amusement in his otherwise serious tone. he looks good, lounging around in only a black backwards cap and grey sweat-shorts, his shirt being stolen right off his floor by you.

“what did i do?” you mewl, allowing him to manhandle you — slipping his hands round your back to your ass cheeks so he could pull you even harder against him, clearly trying to relieve himself with some friction.

“walk around in my shirt. lookin’ all sexy n’shit. this right here should be a crime. you should definitely let me lock you up f’that. shit, maybe i’ll handcuff you too.” he teases with a shrug and your lashes flutter at the suggestion. “you got some penance to do, missy.”

“what do you want me to do jayj? didn’t know i was teasing you i swear.” you promise, jutting your bottom lip out poutily. unable to resist, he leans in to kiss it — but stops right before he does, hovering over your lips with a better idea.

“gotta kiss the booboo, babydoll.” he steps back casually, standing crotch forward with his hands on his hips as he gazes down at his clear erection. “you made it hurt so like, it’s only fair you kiss it better right?” he explains further when you continue to blink at him.

“yay!” you giggle, delighted by the idea as you sink to your knees — barely giving yourself enough time to get comfortable as you eagerly bury yourself into the musky material of his shorts, kissing him everywhere all up and down his covered cock. he rolls his tongue over his lips before biting down, stomach tensing at the feeling of you mouthing at him, happy little moans leaving you.

“jesus, really getting in there, huh?” he comments and you nod happily, pulling back from a moment to look up at him lovingly.

“can i suck it? will that make it all better?” you mewl needily, and for a second he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. he sighs, a chuckle rolling off the end of it as he bends at the waist, clutching your chin and cheeks in his hand.

“nothin’ would make me happier, sweetcheeks.” he smiles before reaching down and slowly dragging the hem of your shirt up until your tits spill out. “wouldnt complain about you lettin’ me see these pretty ass titties either.”

you briskly remove the shirt, and without being asked you peel your panties off too — totally naked on the kitchen floor making him wince, dick unfathomably hard. you press your body to his legs and get back to work, licking the grey material of his shorts until it was shades darker above where his dick lay.

“eaaaasy, damn. down girl, how about you let me take you somewhere a lil’ more comfortable, yeah?”

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#🏹 anon #jj maybank prompt

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todayisafridaynight · 11 months

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streaming comic-makin sessions would be a nightmare cause i know damn well id just be digitally pacing between twitter and youtube before actually doin shit. it'd be like trying to host a writing stream where everyone would look at a blank canvas for half an hour as i try to figure out what the fuck im gonna do

#snap chats #having a whole ass crisis ignore me #this is one of the rare times where drafting a comic is taking longer than five minutes uh oh #i have one more commission to do this week but i wanted to finish the outline to a comic i wanna do #but the problem is i wanted to try writing it as a full fic first just to see if i could get myself familiar with the vibe i wanted #and now aint NOTHIN gettin done cause yk my comics are At Max six pages long with me #but this one should only really max be one or two but when i put shit into fic form i feel like i gotta make that shit longer ?????#like bro you coulda wrapped this up a thousand words ago bro we JUST needed an outline we dont need all this extra shit #like Welcome Back To The Demo We All Know i hate having the conundrum of not knowing if i wanna make an idea a fic or art.. horrendous #so now im stuck in that very familiar rut where its like. Thing I Want to Do vs Thing I Have To Do vs Other Thing I Want To Do #cause alternatively i could just go straight into making a rough draft of the comic cause In My Mind's Eye i think i have what i want #but yk. wanted to try 'scripting' for once in six months and now look where we are..#in any case im just gonna go make a rough sketch of that commission i guess and see how i feel when i come back #i especially want to finish that commission cause i do want to try streaming again this weekend so.#best to have that out of the way so i dont worry #ok im gonna stop procrastinating now bye

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cupidsblonde · 1 month

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Dick Appointment

rafe cameron x reader

rafe cameron absolutely fucks you stupid

themes- age gap (19 & 29) for all stories public sex, (his office).

names used- baby, kid, darling, slut, whore, daddy, and, sir

rafe cameron, your boss being on top of you is not how you expected your night to go. but you where okay with it. he had pulled you into his office and started making out with you. you guys had done this before but only making out,

“please more” you mutter in his ear when he falls onto his back with you on top of him.

“of course baby” he says before he basically rips your tiny tight black skirt off of you

“wearing this to work teasing me what a whore” that made your pussy so happy. your pussy was practically dripping.he pushes your body up by the inside of your thighs and has you sitting on his chest until he pushes you back, your head landing just past his dick. he takes the part of your tights that your pussy is at and rips it open, he leaves them on along with your heels, he wants them to stay on.

“these stay on kid.” gesturing to your heels and tights he then moves on up to your blouse. he finds an opening and tears it open, popping almost all of the buttons off. he spots your lacy black bra and smirks

“i cant ruin this now can i?” he coos into your ear you rub your thighs together for some friction and he sees you doing it. he grips your thighs and flips the both of you, you landing on your back infront of him. he quickly stands up, unbuttoning his shirt and taking his pants and boxers off. your met with a thick, nine inch dick when he does so. he pumps it just once and it grows, to atleast eleven inches.

“see what you do to me baby?” rafe questions you move your hand down to the ripped part of your tights, might i add you dont have any panties on. rafe quickly grabs your hand

“not just yet darling, im gonna make you feel good” you nod your head quickly. rafe climbs back onto his office sofa and grips both of your legs and puts them over his shoulders, which happened to be pretty high up because he happens to be 6’3

“what a pretty and wet pussy baby all for me” he says before kissing your clit. he starts practically making out with your pussy. you let out an ungodly loud moan

“you’ve got to be quite you whore, you dont want anyone to hear us do you?” you shake your head and put your hand over your mouth rafe just keeps going hes eating your pussy like its his last meal on death row.

“sir im gonna cum” you say wobbly “gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum” you quickly grabing his head and pushing it into your pussy he pulls away and with no hesitation or words he stuffs three fingers into your pussy and you fell the knot thats in your stomach burst and your cream all over his fingers “you like that baby? you like having your boss eat your pussy and treat you like the slut that you are?”

“yes daddy!!” you say loudly. neither you or rafe seamed to care if anyone heard you. even after rafe made you cum, he kept pumping your pussy with his fingers and when he finally pulled them away you whimper and your left with your pussy clenching around nothing.

“get up and suck my dick you whore” he gets up and lets your legs fall, he stands up, yours on your knees on the sofa and you cup his balls in your hands. you kiss his tip and take his whole length into your mouth. Rafe thought this would be a good idea and he would last long but he had to get you off of him before he shot his load into your pretty mouth. “ohh shit get off me” Rafe says pushing you off of his cock lightly.

“wha-what happened?” you ask wiping your mouth. Rafe grips your face in his hands “nothin you where just, real good i don’t want to finish there” you smile “okay then” all of a sudden rafe is turning you and pushing you back you land with a small thud.

suddenly rafe reaches to his desk drawer and grabs a butt plug. no preparation, he flips you and just shoves the plug into your pretty little ass hole, it had a cat tail on it . “your my little kitty right kid?”

“yes daddy” you say quitely “louder kitten” he demands “ye-yes daddy” uou say but not loud enough for his liking so he tugs on your tail and you moan “yes daddy!!” “good now stand up” rafe moves over to his desk and u stand with wobbly legs and follow him.

no warning he grabs you, and bends you over on his desk. he fingers you for like five minutes and then the moves him to the plug and starts playing with it. she tugs it hardly but your hole is so tight it dosent come out.

his hand is cupping your pussy and each time he tugs on the tail you let out a scream and moan “daddy please” “what do you want daddy to do sweetheart?” “i want you to fuck me hard!!” you say and rafe gives you what you want since you’ve been such a good kitten

with no warning he stuffs your pussy with his eleven inches. he lets you adjust for around a minute before he starts shamelessly railing you. his cock hits you cervix hard each pump. as he dose this, he starts rubbing your clit hard. “daddy its too much slow down slow down please daddy” but rafe is so enchanted by your pussy he dosent hear you.

suddenly he flips your body and lifts you so your laying your back on his desk. he pushes your legs up into a mating press and he starts bullying your tight pussy with his fat cock.

“i’m gonna cum inside you okay slut?” “gonna make you a mom” he says before his hot seed exploded along your warm walls. rafe keeps bullying your pussy even after he finishes, he pumps his cum inside you until your squirt. “good girl” rafe coos into your ear

he puts two of his fingers inside of you and pulls them out of your throbbing pussy. he puts them inside of your mouth. you moan and suck his fingers. “we taste so good together huh kid?” you nod and he takes his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. he pumps his fingers and cum inside of your pussy and he pulls them out and licks them. “you have to go back to work huh?” he says pulling his boxers and pants on “yeah i guess i do” “well lets get you dressed then”

“but you basically ripped my clothes” you chuckle softly. “yeah, i have extras for you.” he says turning away while your jaw drops. you get up quickly following him. “uh yeah why?” you ask shyly. he turns to you raising an eyebrow. he doesn’t answer js chuckles and hands you the clothes and when you get dressed you grab your things and open the door.

just before you step out rafe hands you a piece of paper and ushers you out the door, giving your ass a hard slap before winking at you and shutting his door.

you open the piece of paper and its a phone number “thanks for that, call me.” you smile down at the paper and when you got home that night you called him and you guys scheduled another dick appointment

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #outerbanks rafe #rafe smut #rafe fic #x reader #smut #obx fanfiction #outer banks #drew starkey

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hystixia · 7 months

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WARNINGS 、NONCON, CHOKING, SIZE KINK, CERVIX FUCKING, DEGRADATION

NOTE 、ignore spelling errors and whatnot. i literally dont even have time to format this properly rn sorry </3 this is lowkey shit so im sorry again LMAO

You don’t know if it’s possible, but Jeff Mason found a way to completely turn your brain off. Your tongue is lolled out, eyes rolled back into your skull as you babble out whimpers and begs and incoherent slurs of his name hanging off your seemingly numb wet muscle. However he is proud of the state you’re in because of him. After all, you were his whether you liked it or not.

“Nothin’ but a dumb fuckin’ slut, huh?” He breathes out with a smirk, breath hot against your neck and his body caging yours against the soft blankets and sheets of your bed. He’s so much bigger, so much stronger than you that despite your efforts to wriggle away from his painfully good thrusts, he keeps you locked in place with his large hands gripping your waist tight enough to leave marks. “That’s right, just a needy cocksleeve, hm? Too dumb to think, just made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, doll?”

You can’t reply, he knows you’re unable to fathom a single response in that fucked dumb head of yours. Yet he still talks to you in a mocking tone, grinning sinisterly at your glassy eyes as you cling to the sheets and gasp loudly in between “ah”s and “omph”s that fall from your bruised lips.

“J-Jef— haah! Jeff—” “Such a whiney bitch, huh? Never shutting that whore mouth’ve yours.” He hisses out, slamming into you impossibly harder and making you scream out until your throat is scratchy and burns. A hand wraps tight around your neck much like a snake would constrict around its prey, cutting off your airflow entirely and causing panic to mix with pleasure and pain. It’s all blurred lines for you, fingers digging into the skin of his wrist as tears fall down your face and his tip brutally kisses against your soft cervix making your gut tighten with overwhelming warmth.

“Gonna cum? Already?” He sneers, tilting his head as black strands tickle against your exposed collarbones. You wish you could talk back, you wish you had the energy and dignity to not behave like a god damn pornstar. “Didn’t know y’were such a cheap whore.” He chuckles, humiliating you further as your walls flutter tight and milk his thick girth as your juices web out and leave a creamy ring around the base of his cock.

However he doesn’t stop, he keeps going and it’s too much to handle. You cry out once more, begging in such a sweet and pathetic voice that it would’ve worked on someone else— anybody else, besides Jeff.

“Expected me to stop?” He laughs, cock twitching against your walls and he’s so close you wonder how he hasn’t caved already. His hand releases your poor neck allowing you to breath right as black spots started to prickle the corners of your vision and your lungs were burning from lack of air. “You don’t get a break, slut. Now shut up and take it.”

#jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x female reader #jtk x reader #jeff mason x reader #jeff mason smut

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urfavnegronerd · 10 months

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agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids

published: july 27, 2023

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma”

“It’s knotty,”

“You had these in for how long?”

Silence.

“There's your answer right there, mama,”

“Sorry,”

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,”

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore.

“Miles?”

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,”

“Shut up”

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,”

“Nuh-uh,”

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.”

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap.

“Stop doin that shit, ma”

“What?”

“Talkin all crazy like that,”

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,”

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,”

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?”

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,”

“It’s nothin,”

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment.

“Ion like this,”

“What?”

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,”

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,”

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?”

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,”

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.

“Baby, I’m all for that but–”

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?”

A silence.

“Baby.”

“What?”

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,”

“Aint nobody say allat–”

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?”

“Ma–”

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,”

“You done?”

“Yeah,”

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands”

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes.

“Talk to me, mama,”

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.”

“Why you even talk like this to me?”

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,”

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up.

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,”

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,”

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,”

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,”

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,”

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.”

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,”

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart.

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,”

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,”

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes.

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek.

“I love you,”

And then he’s sobbing.

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child.

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot.

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you.

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest.

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay?

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes.

“You so beautiful Miles.”

And this time, he nods.

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maledistributionsystem · 2 months

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C'mon now, sit down. Talk to me, what is you so scared for?

Fuck you mean "of what"? Im asking you why you so damn scared of transitioning. Who is you scared of?

Yknow what, fuck them. Fuck that noise and fuck them for tryna put that shit on you. Ain't nothin wrong with you, some men are born butterflies and others are born caterpillars. There isnt some grand betrayal caterpillars commit against caterpillarkind when they transform, theys just doin whats natural, so why cant you?

Nah, nah man you focused on the wrong shit here, who the fuck cares if you're ugly? Moths don't hide in the night cause they're "ugly", they just sleep all damn day. Sure, maybe you somehow aint cute in a few years, but you'd be happy, wouldnt you? You'd see the man you are in the mirror, you'd see a mans hands when you're just randomly doing shit, you'd smell and sweat like a man, you'll sound like a man, you'll look like a man, which is exactly what you want.

You listenin to all the wrong people bro, transitioning to be a man wont make you no angry roid monster or magically turn you into a sexist. You'll be beautiful and secure. Look at you now, hunched over and wearing clothes 2 sizes too big 'cause you dont want no one to notice you. What if you liked your clothes? What if you was proud of your body? Dont you wanna look down one day and finally see a cock?

I know you still scared, that's alright, I dont think caterpillars really know what they're doing when they decide to go sleep in a little pod for a few weeks either. That's what i'm here for, you dont got nothin to be scared of, you just gotta trust me, okay?

Cool, now get up and c'mon, I'll do you a favor and give you your first shot. Don't you give me that, it dont even hurt lmao, c'mon.

#force masc #forced masculinization #autoandrophilia #autoandrophile #black masculinity #black ftm #MDS Originals #i had to do this to myself. which hurts #you know?#I hope some freshly broken egg out there sees this and understands that there is endless beauty in manhood #I hope he knows he aint alone.#every emotion has already been felt a thousand times over. take solace in the fact that you aint unique

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