Hi there. I reblog mostly. I consume NSFW/"dark content" and SWF work. However, I don't have a proper tagging system, so please if you choose to follow, follow at your own risk.
you know what’s fucking insane? Making dark content creators revive their trauma just to explain to you why they write what they write; making dark content creators feel guilty about writing about problematic tropes as if they agree with it; making dark content creators a victim of your self-righteous, self-congratulatory anger just because you actively engage in content you’re not fond of instead of ignoring it. please log off
you don’t walk out of a horror movie thinking that the director supports killing people. you don’t read books about true crime or even crime solving mysteries and think that the author approves whatever the hell happens in there. dark content exists not only in real life but in fiction, and it’s not because writers want to experiment with it in fictional and controlled environments that they’re promoting those behaviors. this is bonkers to me. completely off the wall. if you cannot engage in a story without having to see blatant and stereotypical good vs evil and the bad guys losing, then I’m sorry for you. what the fuck.
also, warnings are there for a reason. if you read the warnings and still choose to engage in that story, knowing that there are triggering topics for you, it’s not the author’s fault. Simple as that. Their responsibility is to put proper tags on their works, and it’s on the reader if they wish to proceed or not. No one is holding you at gunpoint and making you read anything.
also. block tags and keywords. Filter your searches. and if you’re under the age of eighteen, go do your homework or something.
also, probably the most controversial opinion to come out of this post: your fave anime boy isn’t real. And this is coming from neurodivergent girl who has a blog solely to write reader inserts. They’re a bunch of lines and traits that someone imagined. They’re not hurting, they’re not real people. You can put them in whichever context you want and it doesn’t matter. So if you’re putting the fictitious feelings of an anime character in front of actual people just writing for fun... I cannot stress this enough: log off.
tenya would 100 percent steal you from your shitty ass boyfriend zero shame zero hesitation. he’s better for you in every way your boyfriend is no better than dog shit at the bottom of his shoe
boy who is cool and chill and unbothered until you start dating him and he slowly reveals himself to be 1) jealous 2) clingy 3) possessive the way a criminal in a thriller might unmask himself in its final act
(Suguru always adapts to the role he’s been given with exceeding diligence; you suppose you should have guessed he’d be like this once you started dating.
Still, the cold smile on his lips surprises you.)
”O-Of course you are.” Your tongue stumbles past the vowels, body caught between your classmate— your boyfriend— and the concrete-wall next to the vending machine. You didn’t have time to get anything before you were cornered. Since morning he’s been staring at you with enough intensity to burn your skin like wax, and now, it seems, his patience has run out. ”What’s this about?”
A dragonfly-hum bruises under the pocket of his pulse. Silence nestles itself into the span of one, two, three long seconds. It feels like twenty.
”That’s what I thought.” He lifts a hand to brush his fingers through your bangs, near-tender. ”… but you’re letting Satoru touch up on you like you’re his.”
You blink. You stare.
If you weren’t so flabbergasted, you’d probably laugh. He’d get the same look in his eye that he always does whenever you poke fun at him, intentionally or not— like a cat squinting at the sun.
”Suguru,” you deadpan. ”Are you seriously jealous of Gojo? Satoru Gojo? Our Satoru Gojo?”
…
”Well,” he clears his throat, angling his body backwards, letting you breathe. It’s not quite a step back, but it does the job. You can’t focus well on much when he’s close enough to smell: today it’s citrus oil in his hair and oakwood at his nape. ”Jealous is a bit much. I just don’t want him all over you.”
(It’s hard to tell with Suguru, but you think— you’re almost sure— that there’s some peach-dust at his ears. Gone by the time you think to take a closer look.)
”Well, neither do I.” You scoff, half-hearted. ”Gojo’s just like that… There’s not much I can do. Honestly, he might only be doing it because it bothers you.”
”He is,” Suguru inhales. Exhales very quietly. Eyes curved into crescents, but a sharp slope to his lips. ”Believe me, he is.”
”Then why make it sound like I’m to blame?”
He frowns, only slightly. Something in his brain must have gotten knocked out of order: the line that goes from A to B. That’s not what I meant, he’s probably thinking. I’m only mad at him, not you. You know that. You can see the thoughts flicker in his eyes, watching film on a projector that spins only for you.
”You… aren’t,” he says, smoothing out the crease between his brows with a light shake of his head. His bangs are sticky with sunbeams. ”Okay. You’re right. I’ll be more firm with him from now on.”
”Not sure how much more firm you can be without getting suspended.”
”That’s a risk I’m willing to take, unfortunately.” A full smile. He leans down to kiss your cheek, chaste and sweet. The sound his lips make reminds you of popped bubblegum. ”… Thanks for bearing with me. It annoyed me that he wouldn’t take it seriously, so I guess I’ve been letting it build up.”
”You’re good.” It’s cute, you think. ”It’s cute.”
… Though you didn’t mean to say it.
Suguru blinks. For a moment, you wonder if he’s upset. Some reactionary, masculine reflex. Then his eyes soften, and his fingertips feel hot against your jaw, and his lips are on yours, and you think, oh, he likes it. Nevermind. Kissing him feels like breathing, so your thoughts trail off somewhere around there.
”… Can you say it again?” he asks, low and lulling.
”You’re cute.”
”Not that,” he laughs. ”The other thing.”
…
Oh.
You wrap your arms around his neck, resting your elbows on his broad shoulders. They feel abyssal like this. His body warm through polyester. ”You’re my boyfriend, Suguru,” you murmur at his ear.
He might have shivered just now. You aren’t sure.
”Mm,” a purr thrums through his chest, pleased and rumbling. His throat sounds dry. ”… Yours. That’s right.”
Suguru always adapts to the role he’s been given with exceeding diligence; jujutsu sorcerer, class president, or boyfriend, all in equal measure. It doesn’t surprise you, not really, that it makes him act like this: being yours. Having you. It may surprise Gojo and Ieiri, but they haven’t traced his cells with their fingertips— not like you have.
You’re glad. Pleased. The cat that got the cream. Because Suguru acts more like a boyfriend than you ever could have dreamed.
people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought
osamu is such a teach me guy. teach me how to make that childhood dish of yours. teach me how your name is written. teach me that term of endearment in your language. teach me all those little habits of yours. teach me how to kiss you so your mouth will know no other name than mine. teach me where to touch you to make you feel so good. teach me where your body and your heart aches. teach me, teach me, teach me.
Men who take off your shoes, carefully peel your sheer tights to massage and kiss the arch of your foot before resting your legs on their shoulder and burying their face on your pussy vs. Men who toss you face down, ass up, and tear up a hoke in your tights so they can eat you out from the back through it
No, we're not soulmates. This is not divine intervention. And this is most certainly not chance. I willed this. I knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name.
I love you intentionally. I love you with every bit of conscience I was born with.
Ghost x afab!reader, jumping on that portal pussy bandwagon, anal, pussy eating, chat is it selfcest if you eat yourself out?, dom/sub vibes
Ghost tosses the portal pussy in front of you, as his cock prods at your asshole, smearing the lube and slick he'd pulled out of you with his fingers before shoving the other half of the portal over your cunt.
You blink at it, hazy, and Ghost drags your wrists into the small of your back. "Eat it."
"Huh?"
You jerk forward over the mattress, chin digging into it, and the pussy- your pussy- bumps your lips. You feel it, a soft brush against your folds, and gasp.
"I said, eat it. Until I say done," Ghost answers, and forces his cock into your ass with a brutal snap of his hips. You moan, body sliding again, and one hand holds your wrists as the other grips the back of your head, briefly forcing you down, lips parting across your own pussy, tasting your slick, clit throbbing on your tongue.
Fuck, oh fuck, hard fat cock in your ass and the musky-sweet taste of yourself, not licked off Ghost's fingers or cock but straight from the source, and you moan as your tongue curls over your clit. The matching sensation spurs you on, needing more, sucking at yourself as Ghost sets a fast, hard rhythm, taking your ass for himself while you feast on your pussy.
Each lick and suck hits you twice over, the mindfuck of it all, eating out a soft, wet pussy but feeling it on your own body, learning how to make yourself feel good from a new angle, no fingers to help you, just your own tongue wriggling into your hole, fucking yourself on it, drool and slick smearing across your cheeks. You suck your clit hard and lose the rhythm immediately, eyes rolling at the dual sensations, as Ghost keeps steadily gaping your ass open around his cock.
"Fuck, oh- I can't," you gasp, and lick across your pussy from hole to clit, shuddering. You know what you need to come but you can't do it, too lost in the pleasure of your tongue and lips, and Ghost takes the back of your head again and shoves you down into your pussy again, this time holding you there as you pant and squeal. Your ass burns around his cock, the clenching muscles only making it worse, pussy so sloppy wet it's obscene, feeling the spasms on your tongue as you moan, clenching around your tongue like a toy.
You can feel Ghost, you realize, the relentless pound of his cock rubbing against your tongue through the thin barrier between pussy and ass, and your tongue curls and your pussy gushes, his hand on your head and the powerful motions of his body forcing you to- grind against yourself, tongue rubbing up and down, in and out, you can't stop it and can't move against or for it, just riding the pressure and heat as it builds in your belly.
Your pussy clamps down, spasms building, and you pant and whine as your tongue is dragged over your clit again. Oh fuck, fuck fuckfuck, gonna come- "Baby, fuck, gonna come," you slur, sloppy with your own gushing fluids, and Ghost grunts behind you, picking up speed.
His cock splits your ass open, and you start to come as he pulls all the way out and shoves back inside, making you take it, and your clit grinds across your tongue as you lap over it, a little throbbing pulse, and oh god, the way your tongue is so wet and hot on your pussy, feeling your breath stutter, you can just barely suck at it and wriggle your tongue into your hole and fuck- oh shit-
"Cum, cumming," you moan, and the squeezing clench of your pussy echoes between your thighs and on your tongue, wet smears sticking to your cheeks and chin as Ghost groans, feeling your orgasm in your ass, as you milk at his cock. The musky scent of your come fills your nose, the soft folds swollen on your cheeks, your own sweet, precious little pussy, eaten and sucked, you know what it feels like now, to make yourself come on your tongue, and you moan and shudder when your lips rub over your clit again.
Ghost pants, his hips slapping hard to your ass, and you muffle a shout into your pussy as he puts his weight on you, crushes you into the mattress, hips forced flat. The angle of your pussy in the portal changes, and your clit rolls between your lips, scraping your teeth, and a sharp burst of slick fills your mouth as a hard clench burns through you.
You squeal, breathless, and Ghost sighs pleasure into your ear as he comes, the hot bursts in your ass, his cock slipping back and forth in the mess he's making of your insides. You gasp when he lets up, releasing your wrists and head properly, leaving you to roll your cheek away from the portal, your pussy all soft and slick in your blurry vision.
His hand slides between your legs, and abruptly the portal is moved up, pussy vanishing from sight, instead replaced with a swollen little pucker- your asshole, gaping just a little, with thick creamy come dripping out to the rhythm of your pounding heart.
Ghost drags the portal back to your face, and sets your lips against it, his cock now notching at the tender entrance to your pussy.
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