i have a very clear image of femkuna's pussy listen to me for a second. she obviously has a happy trail and a full pink bush (she just trims it every once in a while, when it feels right), her pussy itself is a nice brownish color and she has an outie for sure so scissoring feels like the most wonderful experience you could ever had. that and combined with her abnormally big clit ugh she's hitting all the right spots.
she also loves being on top, she loves the view of your body sprawled in her bedsheets, tits bouncing while she plays with you how she likes. she flicks your clit and plays with your boobs to get you nice and wet before smashing her pussy against yours. obviously keeping one leg open on the bed and the other resting on her shoulder so she has full access to your pretty pussy.
she gets lost in the moment, the friction too good and your whimpers making her needier and needier for you. she doesn't even think when she puts your toes in her mouth, moaning around them loud and messy. she's basically taking them all in her mouth while she scissors you and genuinely, the pleasure is too good that you don't even care.
she didn't know what time it was, but it was a deep night already.
and she can't fall asleep.
jolyne tried almost every position, she tried to cuddle with you, she tried to sleep without blanket, she tried to drink some water. nothing worked. some thoughts just couldn't let her rest.
you were calm on other side of the bed and most likely asleep.
jolyne chewed on her lip, before reaching out to shake your shoulder lightly and whisper your name. "hey, you're asleep?"
you didn't respond immediately, just hummed with sleepy voice. "what's wrong, jolyne?"
"can't sleep. nothing works." she replied.
you turn around, sighing. "like absolutely nothing?"
your girlfriend shook her head. you glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 3 am.
"can you talk to me a little bit?" jolyne asked carefully. "i can't stop thinking about one thing. did you know that only 5% of the ocean has been explored. my dad told me this fact long time ago, but it still blows my mind…"
"babe, it's literally three in the morning. please, go to sleep."
"but i can't! that's the problem. i'm sorry i woke you up. i just…"
"it's alright, let's try to cuddle. maybe you will relax." you offered.
"but i tried to cuddle with you and fall asleep, it didn't work."
you smile faintly. "it's because you're not a big spoon. com'ere." you opened your arms for her.
jolyne leaned closer, laying head on your chest and wrapping hands around your waist.
"better?" you rasp, brushing her hair with your fingers. jolyne simply nodded, visibly relaxing under your touch.
for a moment it was quiet, outside the the wind was rustling leaves of the tree near your apartment building and the full moon shined bright. afar the ocean waves were hitting against beach. your eyes got used to the darkness of the bedroom and you could make out the softened features on jolyne's face.
you remember what she said earlier and hid the smile in her hair falling back asleep. you will definitely remind her about it in the morning and both of you will laugh about it.
a/n: i got inspired by my own theme lol. tag for @moviecritc <3
boyfriend!jotaro kujo wants you to burn him with his cigarettes ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
cw: mdni, masochist!jotaro, burn marks, art by 0309flip
Who would've told you that your big, strong boyfriend Jotaro Kujo enjoys being hurt? It started with playful smacks around your apartment, his ass looking too delicious to not spank it a little. Then in bed, he asked you to slap him in the face and you said yes! He's always been in the subbier side. You didn't worry about actually hurt him because, at the end, he's a big man that know how to take hits. And seeing his cute red cheek (and ass cheek) after sex was hot as fuck.
But this was a little bit different. Another level. You know he's always been a smoker, you never really cared and even engage with him, stealing some drags of his cigarettes. You loved how handsome he looks leaning down for you to lighten his cigarette and how he gently takes it a place it between your lips when you ask him.
And now he's asking you to burn him with his cigarette.
You have it between your fingers, thinking it would be fun to smoke during sex. You didn't expect him to make such suggestion.
"Did I step up? I'm sorry, love, I just thought-" Jotaro said, getting on his elbows because, did I mention that he was already buried inside of you? And that you've been riding him for a while.
"No, no. I'm thinking about it, baby. Is it safe?" you asked, pushing his chest down so he's back against the mattress.
"Mhm," he nodded, hips twitching because of how easily you control him. "You can try with just the ashes first."
You tilt your head, a little smile playing on your lips as you watch him. Jotaro's chest rises and falls under you, his breathing already rough from how deep he's buried inside your heat. God, he looks so good like this, flushed and trying to stay in control even though his hips keep twitching.
"Okay, baby. Ashes first," you whisper, tapping the cigarette gently so the gray powder falls onto the center of his chest. It lands warm, not too hot yet, and you grind down slow on his cock just to feel him throb.
He hisses softly, then says: "M'good."
You rock your hips again, riding him nice and easy, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. Another tap, more ashes dusting over his skin, right above his heart. This time you rub them in a little with your thumb, watching the faint red mark bloom underneath. Jotaro's breath catches, his cock twitching hard inside you.
"Still good?" you ask, leaning forward so your breasts brush his chest.
"Yeah… fuck, keep going," he says, voice rougher now.
You take a slow drag from the cigarette yourself, letting the tip glow bright orange. His eyes follow it as you press your free hand on his sternum, pinning him down and start moving faster, rolling your hips in tight circles.
Then you lower the burning end right to his chest, right where the ashes already marked him. The second it touches skin, Jotaro arches up with a sharp groan, his fingers digging into your hips. The smell of singed skin hits you, but he doesn't pull away. Instead his cock swells even thicker inside you, pulsing like crazy.
"S-shit… baby," he gasps, but his eyes are rolling back a little, pain and pleasure written all over his face. "I'll cum if you keep hah..."
You ride him harder, bouncing on his lap while you keep the cigarette pressed there for just a second longer. His whole body jerks under you, muscles tight, and you feel him start to lose it.
The burn makes him thrust up wildly, chasing that hurt. You pull the cigarette away but keep grinding down on him, watching the fresh red mark form on his chest. Jotaro cums with a broken moan, spilling hot and thick inside you as the pain pushes him over the edge. His hips stutter, thighs shaking, but you don't stop moving until he's milked dry.
You finally lift off him a bit, both of you panting. Leaning down, you press your lips to the fresh burn, licking over the sensitive spot slow and gentle. Jotaro shudders hard under your tongue, one big hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.
"Again?" he asks after a minute, voice all hoarse and fucked-out. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer to the wound. "Please."
You smile against his chest, already reaching for the cigarette again.
one thing i find strange about TERFism and trans-criticism is how much of it is just attractiveness politics. it seems to be the leading talking point. sure, make your points on sexual dimorphism or biological sex differences (which any normal trans woman is fully aware of already, mind you. the average transsexual is not claiming she’s experiencing period cramps lol) but so much anti-trans discourse seems to just be “well you’re ugly so you’re not a woman and i feel unsafe.” which seems…. so counter-productive to your movement. trans women, like any group of people, are nowhere near exempt from criticism, but what is the point of putting so much emphasis on such an empty and invalid viewpoint? so much of feminism seems to hark on how men only respect women they find attractive, yet the majority of your breath is spent on here pointing out physical characteristics that you seemingly think invalidate someone’s identity. how does having broad shoulders, a wide jaw, and a five o’clock shadow somehow equate to being a predatory rapist? it’s a mindset i’ve never understood. obviously it’s prevalent outside trans discourse, people just generally seem to equate ugliness with evilness, but you would think a group of individuals who posture themselves steeped and rooted in theory and academics wouldn’t weaponize such a vapid and vague talking point. (not to say only terfs do it, your average Internet Man absolutely loves to dunk on the fuckability of any given trans woman at any given time, but….. fork found in kitchen.) idk, i’ve just always found it odd. like i’m sorry but i just don’t buy into the idea that you’re supposed to be reasonably terrified of someone in a public bathroom because you think they’re ugly. i think you might just be an asshole.
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