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isamoa · 4 months

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“ WHAT GETS THEM HARD! ”

jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.

ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc

ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.

ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol

SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”

SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.

TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”

CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”

#my goofy ahh side coming out with the choso one #THIS TOOK FOREVER #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo smut #geto x reader #geto smut #choso x reader #choso smut #jjk scenarios #jjk x reader #jjk men x reader #jjk smut #isamoa #jujutsu kaisen smut

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sotogalmo · 5 months

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5:(?) — 6:04

It's turning dark. "No children" is playing. I feel a pit in my stomach or maybe something around there. I dunno why.

#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary #thinking of that one time some kid said he'll rape me just cuz i won a blooket game in math class ..... i know hes not honestly #but i think thats why im not feeling good ..??? .... i dunno ....... people scare me sometimes ....... and im not sure why but whenever im #in this house i think i cry here more ........ maybe that's because its like. in the middle of nowhere practically no one would ve here ....#i dont want to be scared .... maybe i should've brought my plushies here ......... i .... ...... i actually dont know why im crying #i want to stop the tears. and i mean. i can‼️ but ..... i dunno anymore .......... i want to stop feeling like a scared kid ......#ig this was a vent. i should make a poem of it ...... i don't roman to be disturbed.... i dont want him to know that im sad #.....i know animals feel our emotions. roxy ...... i miss her ..... i miss her ...... i miss her so much.... i wish she didn't had to die...#i miss everywhere .... i want mama back even if every time we talk it always ends up in a one sided fight ..... or mostly a debate #i want her with me.... i just want to stop crying.... i font want ppl to walk in on me crying my eyes out just because i had a feeling #of a pit in my stomach and then just randomly started to cry out of basically no reason but fear ..... i dont like feeling fear...#i want roxy back... i want to stop being scared ... i dont even need to cry. makes me feel small. like a toddler. i dont like it....#kinda funny too ... the shirt im wearing is mainly black n white with some greys. maybe i shouldve kept my cc cosplay for #days like these .... whenever i start crying like a kid and feelin like a toddler not wanting to be here at all but feeling to scared to die #or even too scared to live. feeling like everywhere is out to get me and scare me. just to scare me for fun... thats what that kid did #at first i didn't react at all... i mean. no one heard him at all. no one heard him say he was gonna rape me. because like. how??#he doesn't know where i live and he sucks balls.... and i just didn't believe him. but now he makes me scared. i hate it. i hate it. i hate #it. i hate it so much. i think it makes me remember those times where someone scared me. like. jumpscared me from behind #its nice yes. but now i just. i just think that he likes scaring me for him(different person. Jason would never say shit to me. he #just jumpscares me. thats all). how many days are until Thanksgiving.....?? .....im not sure why but im thinking its 5....#i can just hear a voice in my head say it's 5 days until thanksgiving..... but.... maybe not?? maybe its 6 days.. yeah #i think its 6 days until thanksgiving.... cant wait to eat some food on thanksgiving........ but i think i already lost my appetite...#vent #rape mention #oh yeah ....also. he did say i was autistic. hes right. but then he said he was gonna rape me ... i dont like him .i hate school #i just eant to go back to elementary. and play with toys and maybe play with my family but i dont they wanna play with me......#i think i can make it thru the day tho. ...since well..tommorrows another day and i can get thru this day like anyother day #i just ... dunno ..... maybe i should sleep .......#but then again whwtif i have noghtmares?? like. actusly nightmares?? i dont wana jave them ... but being awake is to scary

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faceless-es · 6 months

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when haruka said "boku wa doushite boku ni natta nda itami o kazoete" i really felt that

#also when he said ne e itsuka no you ni boku o dakishimete hoshii #and Oite ikanaide soba ni itai #and Boku wa doushite boku ni natta nda #and Itami o kazoete #and 「Kitai hazure」to kuchiguse mitai ni #and Chigau dareka to kurabe rarete ita #and Nee itsuka no you ni boku o dakishimete hoshii #and Dekisokonai dato warawa naide #oite ikanaide soba ni itai #and mama mite hora boku sugoi desho?#and kitai hazure ni naritakunakatta #and kono namida wa dare no sei?#theres still more but...#dont even get me started on his other song--#yes i kin him

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poguesprincess · 2 months

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jj the type to high five you or somethin’ while hes balls deep

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

he’s got a knack for sweet talking your panties off— especially after a long day of mucking around with john b and pope, restless and full of energy and needing to bury himself as deep as he can into that sweet pussy of yours.

it’ll start with a slow kiss and a cheeky, drawn out, “hiiiii, princess”, then he’ll guide you towards the couch, lips still half-attached somewhere along your neck, making you giggle as his mumbles of “missed you so much”’s and “need you, please”’s vibrate against the soft skin of your collarbone.

then, you’re on his lap, his tongue shoved down your throat (because he’s just sooo gross n’ cant contain himself), and his fingertips sneak their way under the frilly material of your tank top.

“you’re so perfect, babydoll, so so perfect,” he manages through a sharp inhale, reluctant to pull away from your soft lips and the sweetness of your mouth, “can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“no, ‘m not” you combat him, frowning slightly against his lips. you were none the wiser to his advances, but how could you be? you were hardly one to deny the boy, much less after a long day in the sun. and you were too happy, having missed him all day, to deny him, anyways. so when his fingers finally fully slide under your shirt, not even hesitating as he pulls the thin fabric over your head, you dont relent. he attacks your hardened nipples with a pleased moan, toying them between his teeth and conveniently ignoring the hiss that escapes you, too lost in his own head.

“fuck, yes you are, mama.” it’s so pathetically easy for him to get to you, and before you know it he’s easing his cock into you slowly, inch by inch, cooing and shushing your pained whines and moans. he knows he’s big, but he’s selfish, and he gets off just at the thought you taking him all, no matter how hard it may be for you.

“‘s too— ngh— ‘s too much, j!” you mewl, and he tuts at you, nodding with a frown as a form of acknowledgment, feigning sympathy for you, when in truth he’s so close to blowing his load inside you because you’re so warm and wet and tight and every movement makes you clench deliciously around his length.

“shh, i know, princess. just hold out a lil’ longer, ‘know you can take it.”

soon enough, he shifts your legs up a bit, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your thighs before he bottoms out completely, earning a long, loud moan from you. he grins, satisfied with himself. subconsciously, his arm raises in front of yours, “see! you did it! up top, baby.”

you manage to roll your eyes, swatting his hand away and closing your legs around the small of his back, “jus’ fuck me already, jayj.”

“alright, alright. gonna give it to you so good, pretty girl.”

#εïз jj maybank prompt !#jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj smut #jj maybank prompt

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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄

DAY 2: SUB SPACE + MOMMY KINK

With: Satoru Gojo

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Sub! Gojo, Fem? reader (no pronouns just use of names: mommy and mama), unreleastic portrayal of sub space, mentions of BDSM (rough treatment, degradation,whips, mistress/master use), safeword use (at the end), lots of cooing, Gojo unable to think properly, praise, comfort, clingy/needy Gojo

A/N: this was actually really fun to write! i did a little research on what subspace feels like, and it says it varies from person to person, but it is a sort of euphoric experience. sooo idk! lol. also, a lot of ppl r here for gojos personality, and I feel bad bc he is not like his usual self in this bc of his headspace...dont hate me gojo simps

Gojo Satoru is kinky. Plain and simple. He has tried many different things throughout his lifetime, and he is now confident enough in many different types of sexual play. He spends way too much time on the internet buying all sorts of toys, cuffs, ropes, whips, just to build his secret obsession. He has been with many people, and has always pulled them down to the dark side with him.

But through it all, he has never found a partner to really push him to his limits. They all get too scared to hurt him, and call their safeword too early. They get uncomfortable when he sobs for mercy, or in other situations, begs for more pain. Gojo doesn't want to be just treated harshly, he wants to be broken. His standards are higher than most.

And finally his dreams came true when he met you. You've been into BDSM for years now, and even if the two of you are dating, you have a strict contract of rules you must obey for eachothers safety. It was cute, he was practically trembling in excitement when he saw the agreement, signing his hame sloppily, and waiting for your next move.

It was strange seeing someone so cheery and upbeat turn into a different breed during a scene. He was long passed the brat now, every defining thought fucked out of him. He's been slapped around, beaten, scolded, forced to orgasm, and humiliated in the past two hours. He has never had anyone treat him this rough.

A huge part of him loved it, and a small part of him twinged in fear whenever he heard you begin to move again. It sent a multitude of thoughts to his brain, What now? Are you going to hurt him? Was he being good now? Another punishment?

His blue eyes follow your every movement, and he flinches when you bring your hand up to his face, expecting another slap. You chuckle at the movement, gently petting his face. It takes him a second to realize what is happening, but from there, he melts into your hold. He presses himself deeper into your hand, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

Satoru accomplished his goal though. He was, for the first time ever, wrecked. His hair is matted against his head, damp from sweat. His body is covered in hickeys, bitemarks, bruises, scratches, and marks from the flogger. He was trembling, muscles contracting every couple of seconds without permission. Drools coats his lips, and it starts to drip down his mouth and onto his chin. His eyes seem to be in a different world, cloudy, and half lidded. His cock lays spent against his thigh, flushed red, and leaking just the last of his cum.

But even through it all, he's smiling at you. It’s a fucked out sort of grin, lazy, but content. His cheek is pressed against your palm, and he's nuzzling into it, basking in the softness of your touch, contrasting your earlier actions. “There ya go. You doing all right, Satoru?”

He blinks at you, slow, and thoughtless. “Yeah.”

You climb onto the bed next to him, brushing his hair back affectionately, and a little worriedly. He looked rather beat, and his exhausted eyes made you want to end the session now. “Alright, lets clean you up, and get you to bed,” You soothe, hands rubbing at his thighs, hoping your touch brings him comfort.

Immediately he pulls away, a small pout on his face. “Noooooo,” He uncharacteristically whines, grabbing at your hand. “Wanna…Wanna go some more. I'm doing good, right Mommy? No more punishments,” He pleads, tears coating his eyes. “Reward. Wanna reward, pleaseeee.”

Mommy wasn't todays title. You were called mistress, and master today solely. His words made your eyes widen, and you instantaneously knew he was deep into the subspace. You've seen glimpses of it, the way he becomes uncharacteristically obedient and he gets slightly giggly, probably from the light headed feeling, but he looked deep into his now. His words dragged out, and his body was obviously spent, but still he craved your approval; he wanted nothing more than to please you now.

Affection, love and care is what he needs right now and you were happy to provide him with it. So, you straddle his lap, and place kisses on every surface you can touch. His body is warm, and he goes slack against your hold, mouth falling open. “Do you want to cum again, ‘toru? Or just attention?”

He goes silent for awhile, his mind hazy, and not liking the idea of making his own choice. He wanted you to take care of him completely, to let his mind slip away, and for you to control his ever thought, movement. “Please,” He mumbles, face scrunching up with frustration.

You are quick to apologize, recognizing his situation almost instantly. “Alright, alright. I'll take care of you. Lets cum one more time, can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

Pretty boy. A nickname unlike the harsh ones he received earlier: brat, slut, dog, whore. In the moment it only increased to turn him on, but now, he wanted to be good. The thought of you calling him those names made him want to tear up, and sob into your arms. He didn't want you to be mean anymore, he wants you to love him. To praise him on anything and everything.

He jumps when he feels your hand drift back to his cock. It aches from all the abuse from earlier, and he lets out a shaky whimper, not liking the pain as much as he once did. “H-Hurts,” He yelps, wishing for you to make it better. To fix it all, why did everything ache so badly? He wants comfort, and as quickly as possible.

You kiss at his tears and pull his face into your neck. “‘m sorry. Was Mommy too rough with you today? Shhh, it’ll feel better in a bit, just relax,” You encourage, beginning to slide your hand up and down his length. He twitches and mewls from beneath you, fighting the feeling of overstimulation and pleasure. He wants this, he wants this, he wants this so badly, but he wishes it wasn't so uncomfortable.

He shakes his head into your neck, “Wasn't too rough. I'm fine, Mama j-just make me feel better, please,” he whispers, voice hoarse, and soft. One of your hands pet his hair, while the other strokes him off, shushing his cries, and reassuring that he will feel better soon.

You were right of course, the pain of overstimulation died off, and Gojo felt like he was melting. Everything is so warm, so light, he feels like he was on cloud nine. He feels loved, and every loose thought was traced back to you. “Love you s-so much.”

You grin at him, pressing your lips to his. His lips are chapped from his excessive panting, but you don't mind, licking at the plush flesh. He whimpers and groans, his hands pawing at you to pull you impossibly closer. When you pull back, he follows you, letting out a small huff in complaint. You pepper his face with kisses in apology. “Love you too. Such a good boy, Satoru, I'm so lucky to have such a pretty boy.”

He withers under the praise, nodding his head dumbly. He wants to coax so more out of you, but he can't think of ways, so he just rest his head on your chest, and chants, “Mommy” on repeat.

Your hand is slow in pace, careful to not overwhelm him. It slides up and down easily, his previous cum acting as lube. His cock is bright red, and you almost feel bad for it after pulling so many orgasms from it earlier. You are suprised he is still even awake, sure, he looks and acts exhausted, but by this long he is usually passed out. He must be awake only because he is searching for praise and comfort from earlier. To not find himself in a sub drop.

You catch his eye, and a wobbly smile pulls at his face. You chuckle at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Whaddya want from me?” He asks, voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.

“Hmm?”

He taps his forehead against yours, hazy blue eyes staring into yours. “Wanna command. Wanna be useful for you.”

You smile warmly at him and he shivers, leaning up to kiss you again. You hand rubs over his small slit, and he gasps, pausing just centimeteres before you face, and moaning out.

“You are deep in this, aren't you sweet boy?” You murmur, mostly to your self, slightly astonished. It was one thing for him to ask for praise, and to make decisions for him, but actively seeking instructions from you was another. It was fascinating, and adorable to say the least, how desperately he craved approval, or wanted to feel needed, useful. Nothing how Gojo usually was like.

You thumb at his tip, and he heaves, trying to keep up with your words. But everything you say other than “sweet boy,” seems to tuned out. Everything feels blurry, expect for you face, and your sickenly sweet tone. “D-Don't understand. Please!”

“Okay, shhh, it's alright. I want you to cum for me. Can you cum for Mommy, Satoru? That's all I want you to do.” An easy command, one he can definitely fulfill. He can do that – he can definitely cum for you. Gojo feels his chest bloom with butterflies at the idea of what you'll say to him once he follows your wishes. How much praise he will receive. How good and useful he is being. It makes him shiver with excitement.

Your hand picks up speed when he nods, and he gasps, gripping onto your arms from the suddenness. His hips buck upward into the makeshift hole, and you coo at him, telling him to relax his hips. He abides without question, melting into the sheets, and you give him a kiss for a reward.

He feels himself begin to teeter along his high, and he glances up at you, eyes wide and slightly panicked. He needs to ask for approval, he has to ask to cum, the rules were basically engrained in him, but everything is spinning, and he's beginning to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the pressure. He feels his voice go dry, and tears begin to pool in his eyes at the prospect of disappointing you.

You take notice of his fearful face immediately, quickly leaning over to cup his face. “You can cum. Relax, hey, its alright, I want you to cum.”

He breathes a shaky sign of relief, and you wipe his tears away, thinking back to earlier of how you wiped his tears away from the ruthless pleasure/pain mix, and now simply because he was afraid that he wasn't able to ask permission before cumming. You would be lying if the power didnt get to your head.

You thoughts are cut off when Gojos entire body jerks, and a muffled, “Fuck!” is let out. His orgasm hits him like a truck, and he trembles, riding the waves. His voice is too scratchy to let out any real noise, so he just silently cries into your chest. Cum dribbles down his cock pathetically, obviously spent, and not having much left to give. You don't seem to notice it though, instead focusing on your lover, and trying to make his orgasm as pleasurable as possible.

When he comes down from it, his legs are shaking, and his eyes are hooded with exhaustion. “P-Plea–Coconut,” He weakly gets out, and you hands fly off his body in seconds from hearing the safety word. You pull away, hoping to not overwhelm him, but instead he clings to you. “Don’t go. Don’t go. Mommy, I can't. J-Just–I…Praise!” He splutters, coherent thoughts flying out of his head, as he slumps into the bed.

You nod, staying away from his cock, and instead placing his head into your lap. His body curls around you in seconds, still slightly trembling. “Did so well. Good boy Satoru. My good boy, I am so spoiled. So lucky to have you." You coo, reaching your hand up to run it through his matted hair. "Took everything so well. I'm so proud of you." A small smile pulls at his face, and everything feels so warm "I love you so much, you know that?”

“Hm,” He hums, nodding his head slightly.

You smile at him. “My perfect boy. It's time to go to sleep, I'll take care of everything. Just rest for me, that's all I need you to do.”

But he didn't even hear the last of your statements, already passed out onto you, his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathes.

You sigh, and stare affectionately at the man. His naked body littered in marks, and he still managed to sleep contently with them. His body was drained of everything. Just like he asked you to do so hours prior.

Your hands roam the nightstand, grabbing healing cream, bandages, and a wash cloth. And with one last sigh, you place Gojo's head onto the pillow, and begin the long process of cleaning him up.

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anonymouscheeses · 3 months

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Even more and more of obvious shit I point out because I want an excuse to rant while not interacting with actual people in real life who also like this show because I'm masking 😍💜💜

BARELY STARTED AND BRO. YOU JUST LET HER DO THAT TO YOU, ME PERSONALLY-

HE'S PETTING KEE-KEE I LOVE HIM SMM

HER HOOVES. I LOVE IT. NOT LIKE THAT, IM JUST A FURRY-

*grabs pen*

ANGRY CHARLIE FOR THE WIN. I LOVE WHEN THE HAPPY CHARACTER GETS ANGSTY (Cough. Luz. Cough).

The people writing fanfics where she gets FURIOUS. Omg. That was something I read. I LOVE MY FELLOW FANFIC WRITERS BUT OH MY- YALL REALLY HAD CHARLIE M A D.

"Uh-"

I love his reaction lmao look at his goofy face.

HER BOW BECAME HORNS (my "redesign" is now 100% worse)

SAD VAGGIE. THE BOW. DROOPY.

Oh and the angel dust fellow back there 🤯

I LOVE ROSIE SO MUCH HUH

Tall.

No explanation needed. <3

PLEASE HELP???

CUTIE PATOOTIE. I LOVE HER SM UGGHHH

CHARLIE HATES OLD PEOPLE COMFIRMED YAY 😍😍💅💅

Hot

That's it.

IN SYNC. I LOVE THIS SONG AND THE ENTIRE SCENE. WHY IS IT RANKED SO LOW WITH SOME OF YALL?? Okay well-

I thought this song was gonna be a Charlie and Vaggie duet- tbh I still preferred that BUT I LOVE CARMILLA SO I KINDA DONT CARE.

BUT I WAS ROBBED OF AN ACTUAL FULL CHAGGIE DUET (REPRISE DOESNT COUNT) IF H*SKERDUST GETS A FULL ONE WHY CAN'T CHAGGIE? *SOB* uhh anyway-

Is that. Like. How she thinks actually 😰

I know there's been a lot of the lack of Vaggie's self-worth, which I wish was explored into more. I just think the Vaggie(3rd) episode just wasn't needed at all if it didn't even have an impact. Don't get me started on that episode, it was rushed, too early to have character arcs already, and overall not needed or even should have existed periodt.

I hope they explore it next season because GOD this woman needs TO LOVE HERSELF. OR ATLEAST CARE ABOUT HERSELF LIKE????

SWEET MAMA PLEASE. TAKE ME IN YOUR WINGS AAAAAAAAA

Charlie, sharing is caring <3

Out of all the people I thought Charlie would vent to I didn't think it would be ROSIE. It's a nice surprise tho I love her <3

bisexuality.

That's it.

HE'S DANCING. ALASTOR IS DANCING. THEY ARE SLAYING BESTIES. THE MAN IS DANCING. HELP.

Season 2 is going to be Charlie in her villain era and Alastor's reputation era 😍

I LOVE VAGGIE'S FACE. PRECIOUS BABY UGHH... THEN THE WINGS REPLACE THE BOW AND DROOP UGGHH I HOPE IN SEASON 2 WE SEE MORE OF HER WINGS. OR CUT HER HAIR SHORT SO WE CAN HAVE IT ALL THE TIME. Also so Husk and Vaggie can bond over both having wings. Sorry I love their potential friendship so much. AND LUCIFER AND VAGGIE TOO!! BOTH BEING FALLEN ANGELS OMG. UGH THE POTENTIAL OF VAGGIE'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH NOT JUST CHARLIE ARE SO GOOD AND I HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF SEEING HER AS AN ACTUALLY MORE FLESHED OUT CHARACTER. I AM SCREAMING AAAAAAAA.

I can't say how much I love them. It's too much. I cant- yay the teaser image before the show came out <3 they are so fucking adorable. UGH SOME1 END ME

Charlie loves the wings hehehe. Vaggie looks nervous about it. It's probably a reminder to her about when she used to be an exterminator. The healing from everything will take a long time but hopefully Charlie will be there for her the entire time. And vice versa

Ayo- 😰

CHARLIE. T H E PRECIOUS BABY.

Uh next one tomorrow cuz yeah 🤯

#hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel niffty #chaggie #rainbowmoth #varlie #vaggie x charlie #charlie x vaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggatha

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ysrjune · 19 days

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GIRL! I just had this idea where you decide to make a sextape with Sam, more like Sam comes up with it. He films you with his portable camera (considering it’s the 2000’s) maybe doing more than just having sex, him eating you out and making you film him too? 🤭

Thrusting into you slowly, your boyfriend was also recording. One hand grasps your hip while the other holds his portable camera. “Damn, girl. You look so good on camera. Could probably become a porn star if you wanted to.” He grunted out.

You were so shy about doing this. “But what if someone sees?” You nervously asked him after he asked to make a sex tape. He seriously started questioning your trust in him if you really thought he was gonna share this around. He would never do that to his girl. Not even if you two broke up! Sam could never humiliate you like that.

“I love you, Sam..” You pant out after he told you that you could become a porn star. This made him smirk a little and stroke your cheek with his thumb. “I love you too, baby. ‘M gonna go a little faster, kay?” He asked you, and you nodded. He sped up a little, letting out a few deep moans. “Fuck, you always make me feel so good, babe.”

Eventually, he came in you, making sure to have the camera close to your conjoined bodies so the camera could see it clearly. He pulled out of you and lifted your legs up so the camera could catch his cum spilling out of your hole. “Mm, look at that,” Sam starts off before sliding in one of his fingers, making you jolt up a little.

“What a shame that no other guy will get to see this, huh?” He stuck another finger. You let out a breathy moan, holding your legs up from under your thighs. “What was that, honey? Didn't hear you. Use your words, please.”, “M—mhm! Sham—fuck—its a shame, Sam..”

“A real shame, indeed. None of those losers could make this pretty pussy feel the way I make it. What do you think, baby?” You knew if you didn't give him a proper response, he'd likely stop fingering you. You didn't want that! “Yeah—I..” You swallow your saliva that pooled in your mouth. “Nobody could fuck me the way you do, Sam. N-not even my toys..”

This gave Sam such a huge ego boost. “Yeah, I thought so.” He chuckled and took his fingers out, making you gasp at the loss. “Sam!” You whined, still holding your legs. “Dont worry, honey, got somethin’ better for you. Hold the camera for me. Can you do that, mama?” You let go of your legs and looked straight into the camera. “Look so beautiful right now, cutie.” He started at your tits, then made eye contact.

“Trust me, I'll make you feel good. Better than a few stupid fingers.” Sam hands you the camera. Out of instinct, you set it to rest on your tummy, facing him. He spread your legs open and spit on your bundle of nerves. Spreading the lips apart with his thumbs, his pierced tongue licked slowly up and down.

After a few licks, he kissed the lips a couple of times, throwing in a few teasing bites. “‘M gonna eat you out now.” He announced and shoved his tongue inside. You let out a muffled moan, not wanting your neighbors in the next apartment to hear. You chant his name, feeling the metal ball on his tongue going up to your clit a few times.

He stared at the camera for a while with droopy eyes. “Wanna cum for me, sweetie? Wanna cum all over my tongue?” He muttered in between kisses on your pussy lips and sucking your clit. All that dirty talk eventually did make you cum. Your noises being caught by the camera. All Sam could think of right now was how he was gonna be able to jerk off to this video whenever he was alone and he couldn't visit you.

He swallowed every drop of cum you gave him. “Did such a good job, honey. Can't wait to record you riding me.” He winked while you turned the camera off.

“Or maybe sucking you off?” You asked with a pant. “Whatever you want, princess.”

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I saw a video on tiktok the other day of a man on his wedding day getting down to the level of his new stepdaughter and reading out vows to her about how he'll always love and care for her and I bawled my eyes out. Now all I can think about is Hotch and single!mom reader on their wedding day getting down and reading vows to each others children. I dont know if you write single! Parent reader, but if you do could you write something with this premise? Thank you lovely if you can

Your daughter is mildly confused when Aaron beckons her over during the ceremony, but at four years old, she's mostly obedient to her parents. Well- to Aaron. To you, she protests and screams and giggles maniacally, but you suppose you're the one that gave it to her, so you can't complain without sounding like a hypocrite.

You set a hand on Jack's shoulder, ushering the older boy into your own grip.

"You look so handsome," You gush, eyes teeming with tears that threaten to ruin your mascara, "Jack, I- I won't embarrass you by calling you a mushy nickname like CrackerJack, or JackAttack, or Jackers-"

"You're using them all right now-!" The teenager protests, but he doesn't shrug your hand off of his shoulder; his protests are for show.

"Sorry! Sorry," You sniffle, and you let the fifteen year old wipe a tear away from your eye before it ruins your makeup.

"Jack," You repeat, steeling yourself, "I- I just want you to know that I love you. It's not because I love your dad, it's not because we live together, it's not because you woke me up with breakfast in bed on my birthday. It's- it's because of you, sweetheart. I know you're getting older, and- and you might be going away to college soon," You poorly withhold a sob, thinking of an empty bed in the room down the hall, "-but I just- I need you to know that it's you that I love, just the same as I love June. Your mom was an amazing woman, and she made an amazing son, and I'm so honored that you've given me permission to be your stepmom. I love you- Jackers."

Perhaps its awkward for the teen to face such strong emotion head-on, but you won't tattle to his schoolfriends about the tears that well up in his eyes, or the red tint to his nose as he bites them back.

"Love you too," He supplies weakly, surging forwards to wrap his arms around your waist- but it's all you need. One of your photographers makes to readjust your veil where it's been momentarily crumpled beneath his arm, but damn the veil, your stepson is more important.

"They're gushy," Aaron accuses, holding little June in his arms and pointing at you, "Are we gonna be gushy, Junie B Jones?"

Her eyes are mystified as she stares at her mama and her brother, but she shakes her head dutifully at Aaron.

"Oh, go, you're sappier than I am," You tease Aaron, and it rouses a light chuckle from your guests.

"Loony-Junie," Aaron starts, and the girl in his grasp giggles at the name. Encouraged by her delight, he employs her favorite moniker; her most desired snack, "My little pickle. Thank you, for letting me marry your mama. And for giving her the ring, even if it fell in the eggs instead of the fully-baked cake."

The little girl roars with a squeal of laughter at the memory, and- now you know why the Lysol wipes were on the counter the night of Aaron's proposal.

"You were a super big helper to me and your brother," He continues, holding her close, "And I'm so happy I get to be your stepdad now. I know you're a big girl, and you can do pretty much everything by yourself now," He lets her pipe up, falling silent as her tiny voice rings out.

"-I can even put my own shoes on the right feet!"

Not every audience member manages to stifle their giggle, but the little girl doesn't look abashed for it. Aaron nods with a fond grin on his face, and Jack leans into your side where you've pinned him in a hug.

"She can not. I had to switch her mary janes before the ceremony."

"Stop," You pinch him in the side, snorting with laughter and concealing it in the warmth of his shoulder, "Do not make me turn into an evil stepmother, Jack. Let her have this." He concedes- oh, such a good brother.

"I know!" Aaron exclaims, one of his large palms spread wide across her belly as he holds her in his arms, "I'm super proud of you, baby. But. If you ever need help with your shoes, or with your hair, or with your friends, or with your teachers, or with your brother," He shoots a suspicious glance at Jack who sticks his tongue out at his father, "Or with anything at all, pickle, you come tell me. Okay? Even if it's a problem that I'm part of."

"Okay," She agrees easily, unaware of the dozens of painfully-swollen hearts watching the display, "Thanks, dada."

"Oh, pickle," He bites back a shallow, raw twinge to his voice as he hugs her and you hiss, 'Gushy.'

"I love you too," He promises June, "Forever, and always, and even longer after that."

"Infinity?" Her eyes shine; it's a concept her pre-k class came upon in a library comic book and she's fascinated with it.

"For infinity." Aaron confirms, and her teeth show in a grin as brilliantly white and gleaming as the beads sewn into your outfit.

Her response is two tiny, chubby arms slung around his neck, and a delicate face buried in his shoulder. Despite your no-photography request, you're fairly certain a camera shutter goes off that doesn't belong to the photographer you hired.

Garcia.

Oh, well.

"Alright you saps," You manage to blubber, your voice barely clear of the sobs creeping up your throat, "Let's get married before I cry and ruin my makeup. I paid so much for the stylist."

Jovial laughter rings through the tent you've set up, and Aaron sets June down, though she follows at his heels the same way Jack does at yours. They stand together, brother and sister, just as you do with Hotch, soon-to-be husband and wife.

"Don't cry." You command, "Or I'll cry."

"Don't cry," He repeats with a sheepish grin and a thick voice, blinking rapidly, as your babies join hands, "Or I'll cry."

"I'm crying," A faint voice from the audience rings out, but you can't manage to find any annoyance towards Garcia's repeated disruptions.

Aaron laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and letting a tear slip despite his best efforts. He presses his forehead to yours, and you do the same, feeling his breath fan over your face as he reels himself in.

"Come on, Hotchner," You urge, your voice wobbly, as your heart races in anticipation, the officiant stepping towards you, "Get it together, big guy. I'm not leaving this tent without your last name."

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m4tthewsgf · 3 months

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Yeah yeah subby Matt dom Chris.....

No. These men are switches.

Don't get me wrong, Matt does give off sub vibes like I can easily imagine him being a whimpering mess underneath you, moaning out your name or pet names he has for you while riding his dick BUT you cannot tell me that this boy could not fucking destroy you. He'd overstimulate you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you until you pass out. He'd bury his head in between your thighs, eating you out so hungrily as if you're his favorite meal. He may not be the type of guy to degrade you and call you names but he DOES dirty talk along with praising you. And ANGRY SEX W MATT??? You better be ready for some spanking and hair pulling.....maybe some choking w his tatted arm too? And don't even get me started on his breeding kink.

"Open your legs for me baby, I wanna taste that sweet little pussy of yours. That's it princess, wrap those thighs around me, suffocate me with em"

"I know you have another one in you sweetheart, let me make my pretty girl feel good. That's it baby, take my cock. So good to me, fuck"

"What was that, angel? I can't quite hear you while gagging on my dick"

"Fuck princess, your cunt is so perfect baby. Taking me so well, such a good girl...my best girl"

"I wanna fuck my babies in you so bad mama"

Now where do I start w Chris... He gives off freak vibes. He'd try every position there is. His faves would probably be 69, reversed cowgirl and obviously doggy. He's mostly an ass man but he does love tits and makes sure he gives them love as well. In contrast with Matt, he'd degrade you when he's in control. He'd dirty talk and call you names IF you enjoy it as much as he does. Spanking, choking, hair pulling, daddy kink.....you know the deal. HOWEVER, I feel like he'd be SO turned on by a dominant girl. To me, he seems to be very clingy and loving when he's in a relationship (that's how I imagine him OK?!?!?") so I can easily see him being submissive. I'm talking about calling you ma/mama every time you ride him, begging you to even touch you, let alone cum, whimpering and moaning out your name. He'd also be willing to let you experiment on him. You could ask him if he'd be okay w you tying his hands or blindfolding him and he'd be SO down for it.

"Please ma, I wanna kiss you"

"I'll be your good boy, I promise! Let me touch you, ma, please! I wanna make you feel good!"

"I- I'm gonna c-cum! C-can I cum inside you, b-baby? P- Please?"

"I want your mouth on my dick mama, please! I'll be good, just let me feel your lips around me baby, please! I promise I'll be good!"

"Yes! Please, tie me up. Use me for your pleasure baby, do whatever you want to me"

DONT TELL ME YOU DONT SEE THE VISION. I NEED MORE FICS W THEM LIKE THIS, PLEASE.

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