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#idk what possessed me
de-nyx · 2 days
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*Heavy breathing * here you go :3 *passes out*
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no-lullaby · 8 months
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lives we've led, lives we've lost
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mi-i-zori · 13 days
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Breathe
Cod - Nikto x GN!Reader
SYNOPSIS : Nikto drinks blood like a starved beast.
WARNINGS : NSFW - 18+. Beware, this is kind of unhinged. Canon-typical violence, blood (Reader has periods - emphasis on period blood), Nikto (a warning in himself), blood/period kink (?), poetic smut, fluff.
Author’s Note : I have no idea why I keep using poetic sentences whenever I try to write smut, but hey. Guess its just how I am. A filthy romantic at heart.
I do not give anyone permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform.
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Nikto licks blood off his fingers on the daily like a starved beast, savouring a taste he knows will never fully satiate his hunger.
It does not matter if the crimson nectar is his or not ; he keeps engraving its flavour deep into his mind. It leaves a warm, metallic feeling in the back of his throat - one similar to the one lining the surface of the gun that was repeatedly shoved past his teeth after its bullets were lodged in-between his ribs, the thick ropes circling his wrists harvesting his own, personal flavour directly from his veins.
Both life and death flow past his tongue, carving countless nightmares in the few hours of sleep weighing heavy on his subconscious - dragging a never ending series of shuddering breaths up his oesophagus whenever he wakes.
He can never escape them, for reality is just as bitter as his dreams. So he drowns it it blood, gunpowder and alcohol, turning away from the shredded screams coming from his reflection in the mirror.
Until that moment.
Your face is pulled into a grimace as you tell him about the way one of your stupid coworkers shamelessly blabbered about how dirty he thinks period blood is, filling your head with somber thoughts at the idea that yours is quickly approaching.
You don’t see how his eyes light up when they fall upon the date circled in red on the calendar of your phone.
And it is only when his lips meet your bleeding walls for the first time, lapping at the tears running down the inside of your thighs with a newfound reverence blossoming on his tongue, that the spectre in his head finally goes silent.
You look like divine absolution, he thinks, watching with rapt attention as moans flow from your lips like a holy river. Lust fills his mind, body and soul as he wonders if edging you further would allow him to taste the stars running through your veins. Would the world end up falling apart with you ?
The thought of the Earth shattering like glass against the echo of your climax fuels the fire burning in his stomach.
So he keeps staining his mouth red with your blood and slick. War-torn hands hold your legs still around his head as his fingers pull at your flesh, moulding it to his will - and he growls loudly against your core, the waves of a supernova bursting through your entire body as a new orgasm shakes the very foundations of your universe.
Is it the third ? The fourth ? The fifth ? You stopped counting a few seconds after his mouth first latched on the sacred flower blooming between your legs, too lost in the song of your own pleasure.
Nikto doesn’t need anything more to find his own release. He then crashes on top of you as you both fall from your high, lips sharing the last remnants of your erratic, scorching breaths.
He lays there for the rest of the night, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of your heartbeat - your divinity dancing on the back of his tongue.
The constellations lining your mind call out to him as he sleeps, flickering with the promise of finally carrying him away from the ruins of his heart. They light up his bones from below the thorns, and he would gladly sacrifice what is left of himself if it meant you could cradle them against your breast.
The warm softness of your skin soothes the pain still lingering in his scars, and he subconsciously cages your bare form in his arms as he drifts to the world of dreams.
He can finally breathe.
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apfelkvchen · 4 months
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fuck it. hal 9000 pipo pipo fancam :3
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leighsartworks216 · 3 months
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Me: I don't really like blowjobs in any capacity
Also me, writing smut frantically at almost midnight: This is going to be the best god damn blowjob this fucker EVER gets
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sucharandomwolf · 29 days
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Save a horse. Ride a cowboy 🤠
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spiderzlover · 9 months
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How bad can we possibly be? Let's see~🧡💚🩷
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velidewrites · 1 month
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Me: You’re supposed to be editing your existing wip
Also me: Accidentally writes 4k words of feysand smut in less than 3 hours
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amzblu · 6 months
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Genuinely the best thing I've ever done methinks
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perilegs · 6 months
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"does spider have pusspuss?"
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osamusbigtits · 3 months
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fem osamu... with her big arms and thick thighs. little waist that drives suna insane. he loves the rare occurrences they practice with the girls team and he watches osamu's ass jiggle in those tiny shorts that should be illegal. suna goes home and jerks off thinking about her being mean to him and calling him a pathetic little whore. he cums just thinking about being able to touch her big tits.
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indigopoptart · 6 months
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Happy Halloween from Juniper and Barnaby!
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i will introduce yall to him someday, but today is not that day
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vintagebunnies · 5 months
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i posted something about this a few months back i think, so i’m bringing it back out just in time for the holidays! 18+ under the cut, mdni
there’s still a week until christmas. snowflakes just barely sticking to the ground, leaving a light sheet of the cold slush on the grass.
the inside of eddie’s trailer is the mixture of colorful lights and tacky christmas decorations, sparkly and handmade ornaments decorating the small tree in the corner of the living room.
eddie never cared for christmas. once his mother passed away, the holiday became almost miserable to celebrate without her around. wayne tried his hardest to make it pleasant for eddie, putting together dilapidated ginger bread houses and small gifts wrapped in newspaper.
eddie appreciated it either way, he knew wayne didn’t have much money and made do with what he had. it was the thought that was put into the small gestures.
but as soon as you came into eddie’s life, you did everything you could to make the once lonely christmas into one filled with love and joy. christmas was now something eddie looked forward to, feeling like the luckiest man alive to spend it with you.
but the one thing he didn’t like about christmas time was the gifts. every year without fail, you always got him something expensive and flashy, something he wasn’t able to afford. he pleaded with you to not get him anything, he felt guilty that he couldn’t return the favor. sticking to the more cheaper gifts.
so to say he was the slightest bit upset when you presented him with a delicately wrapped gift was an understatement.
“baby, i told you not to get me anything,” eddie said with a small smile on his face.
“come on, it’s not a big deal. just open it eddie.” you said shaking your head.
he didn’t argue much more, he just let out a breathless chuckle and started to slowly unravel the wrapping paper.
he was being so gentle as to not rip the paper, taking the sparkly red bow on the top and sticking it on the small coffee table in front of the couch, probably to save it for future gifts.
once he finally got the red and green wrapping paper off, it revealed the black faux leather book inside. he looked to you with one of his signature smiles, dimples on both sides of his cheeks.
when he opened the book though, nothing prepared him for what it would uncover.
there you were, front in center in santa clause themed lingerie. the fur on the top accentuated your breasts and brought his full attention to them. the red thong you had on saved little for the imagination, barely even covering you. but that wasn’t the best part.
you were sitting in front of an extravagant christmas tree with a fluffy white skirt wrapped around the stump. tinsel was haphazardly draped around your body, surely trying to make it seem like you got yourself stuck on accident.
eddie’s eyes were wide, and his face was almost as red as the lingerie you had on in the pictures. he analyzed every photo in great detail, never once skipping a page. eddie was sure that this was one of the best gifts ever given.
“um- when did you take these?” eddie’s voice sounded strained, which you knew was because of the problem he was now sporting in his lap.
“last week, i’ve had it planned since halloween,” your voice sounded meek. “do you like it?”
“like it? sweetheart, i’m trying not to bust in my jeans right now,” you lightly smacked his arm at the vulgarity of his words, even though the little book you gifted him proved to be a lot worse than what he said.
“i still have that little number if you wanna see it up close,” your hand glided dangerously close to the inside of his thigh.
you gave him a real up close view of the outfit for the remainder of the night.
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randommusicalfluff · 5 months
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General TD tickle headcanons:
Heather is a force to be reckoned with normally and equally when it comes to tickling
Girlie will HAPPILY use it as leverage against the other campers
She finds out you’re ticklish?? You better run for the hills
Pretty ticklish herself, though she’ll deny it to no end
She’ll fight if anyone tries, but the second you get your hands on her sides she’s done-zo
Courtney doesn’t involve herself in the other contestants tickling shenanigans much, but when she does it’s usually because someone (Duncan) coaxes her into it
If she would let loose a little more she’s definitely be the best ler out of the cast
Scarily good at it, what’s even scarier is how good she is a pin-pointing people’s weak spots
Teasing FIEND because she’s usually antagonized into wrecking someone
On the lowkey she loves going after Gwen, she thinks her laugh is adorable
Cody is a prime target for everyone so he’s gotten really good at getting away and holding in his reactions
If he thinks he can he’ll even try to overpower whoever’s trying to get him
He doesn’t hate it by any means he just knows how to put up a fight!
He’s a very nervous ler despite how confident he is before wrecking someone
Cody gets a little flustered and stutters a lot through the process
Duncan was the #1 ler at the camp but was quickly overridden by Alejandro during World Tour
He’s a very antagonistic ler if that makes sense, he tickles people just to see them in shambles
Expect for Courtney he’s very soft with her
Alejandro wrecked the shit out of him the second he tried something on him
Reputation ruined forever
Harold always tries his best to avoid tickling at any cost
It flusters him a lot it’s ridiculous
LeShawna looovveees wrecking him though
I think the balance each other out as that lee and ler couple
He has suuupper ticklish ribs 👌🏾👌🏾
Sierra definitely has a tickle blog and has posts dedicated to all she learned while being in the cast
No one knows about it but the second someone stumbles on it she’s dead
Tyler is a tickle hug fiend he’ll find any reason to use them on the people he’s close to
He’s not subtle about it at all so sometimes the turns get tabled at him
Has successfully gotten Alejandro ONCE with this tactic, he’s super proud of himself for that
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rv3rblog · 8 months
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what was i made for?
writing smth for ftm!reader bc i am in fact.. ftm (and gay ! and poly yeehaw)
kyle “gaz” garrick x ftm!reader
warnings: maybe ooc, angst/comfort (more angst than comfort), transphobic remarks (not really shown), internalized transphobia, internalized homophobia
word count: 942
(this is lowkey a vent writing piece so.. uhh yeah!)
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IT WAS ALWAYS HARD TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO YOUR FAMILY YOUR IDENTITY; they didn’t seem to care enough to take you seriously and it hurt.
It was tiring to explain that you weren’t a girl, that you were never one. That you were a man and you liked them too.
They either didn’t care or didn’t understand. They kept misgendering you, dead named you sometimes too.
Yet, throughout that pain, you didn’t cut them off. You couldn’t find it in yourself to let your family go. Although you should, that’s what your therapist told you.
It was odd. You found it odd to have found a boyfriend who loved you. Someone who saw you like you saw yourself. Someone who came up to you and asked you out shyly because he found you attractive and had heard your giggle and he was smitten.
But.
There was always a but.
Your brain couldn’t comprehend that Kyle truly loved you. That he saw you as a man because surely he’ll leave you as soon as he gets the chance to.
You were waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Your therapist told you that it wasn’t healthy of you to hold your insecurities so deep within yourself and not share them with him. You tried explaining yourself but it felt as if your therapist wasn’t hearing you.
Because how do you explain that you don’t feel like you belong? How do you explain that in your mind, in your head, you never felt like you belonged in a gay relationship.
That you felt like a fraud some days.
Maybe you needed to get a new therapist.
No, that wasn’t the issue.
You stayed in bed, curled up. Only getting up to use the bathroom. You didn’t contact anyone all day either.
Your brain was eating you alive.
You felt wrong.
It felt like you didn’t belong. It was an odd thing. Always a mess when you were in your head. You knew Kyle was probably worried, concerned for you.
You didn’t hear the front door opening. You didn’t hear your bedroom door opening either.
You didn’t see Kyle looking at you with sadness in his eyes. Just by your position alone he knew.
You felt the bed shift behind you. His arm hovering over you.
“Darlin?” he whispered. “Can I touch you.”
You nodded weakly and he pulled you against his chest. You started to sob. Your body shaking as you let go of your emotions after being bottled up for so long.
You didn’t belong.
You weren’t a girl. Sure, you understood the pain of misogyny and sisterhood was something special to you but, you weren’t a girl.
Sometimes, you barely felt like a man either. Sure, toxic masculinity was something you saw pre transition and experienced during transitioning but, what made a man a man?
Even when voicing your concerns to your therapist they didn’t seem to understand.
No one understood you, not really.
So when Kyle told you it’s okay. It’s okay darling.
You snapped. You pushed him away and got off the bed. Your eyes were puffy and your nose was runny. You shook your head, constantly repeating it isn't. It isn’t.
Because to you, it wasn’t okay. It would never truly be okay.
Kyle got up to hold you again but you shook your head, raising your hand to stop you. He stood in front of you, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
You also didn’t know what to do.
For how do you explain to your boyfriend the demons in your head were eating you up? That they were destroying any sense of security you had.
The answer is, you couldn’t but, you tried.
You saw the way his eyes widened slightly when you started rambling. Your therapist's words ringing in your head.
Open up. Let him in. He loves you, let him help you. Let him in.
He shook his head, grabbing your hands and holding them. He whispered soft words of praise, understanding. He let you shake your head. He let you yell that he didn’t understand and that he never would, not truly.
He was trying and that was all that mattered to you at the moment.
You whispered softly that you didn’t feel like you belonged, not in a gay relationship and not anywhere really.
He nodded, encouraging you to talk.
You continued, letting him know that it was okay, if he were to leave you for a real man.
He shut you down there. He told you that he loved you. That to him, you were a real man. You just shrugged at his response, not truly believing him.
He wasn’t upset at you nor was he growing frustrated.
It always startled you, how calm Kyle was in moments your self doubt was loud.
He told you that you were a man. That you always were.
He pulled you into his arms again, his head resting on top of yours and you started to cry again.
Kyle may not understand, not fully but he’s trying. He whispers to you that he will always be there for you. That he loves you so much. How he’s so proud of you for continuing even though you’re struggling.
You let the words sink in. You know that some days are worse than others and today was bad. You melt against him, your hands gripping onto the back of his shirt.
Your body shakes as you sob. He lets your hair and whispers soothing words.
“You’re enough.”
“I’m so proud of you darling.”
For now, for a while, for next time, his words are enough.
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coeluvr · 9 months
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fake relationships are real sometimes
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