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I am mohammed Ayyad, I am 17 years old, high school student, I have 7 brothers, including 4 girls and 3 boys and my mother.
Since the beginning of the war, my family and I have been displaced 4 times, each time more severe than the other.
The first is from Gaza City to Khan Yunis, and the second is from Khan Yunis to the shores of Bahr Khan Yunis, then to the city of Rafah, and then to an area called Al Qarara .
My house was completely destroyed , everything is under the rubble my childhood, my memories, my books, and my ambition and Many relatives and friends were killed and life was completely destroyed.
so l please you to help me and help my family collect donations to evacuation the war zone, get out of Gaza safely, and complete my school studies, via my donation link.
;;warnings:: trans!male reader, first time cunnilingus, sub!Itadori Yuuji, dom!reader, hair pulling, face fucking, mean reader, self-degradation (also mixed with praise), good!boy yuuji, cursing, smut++
18+ mdni
The first time you ever let Yuuji eat you out he’s dumb as a fucking dog. All I can think about is desperate Yuuji who’s been trying to eat out his boyfriend since the first time he masturbated to you. Fuck, just imagine all the times he’s squeezed his pathetic dick thinking about being choked between your thighs and smothered by your clit. He always gets so leaky and red thinking about the sounds you’d make and the way you’d praise him like he’s the best boy ever.
He wants you to hold his hair like a handle, he squeaks every time you fuck up into his face and his pretty smooth cheeks are all red and hot. Clingy fingers grip onto the thin material of your nightshirt as he tries to pull his face as close to your vagina as he can get, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you groan a low ‘fuck’ under your breath. He wants to get his tongue deeper, further, harder. He doesn’t even realize the whimpers slipping past his throat as he tries to inch closer, which he can’t get.
Yuuji’s heart feels like it’s going to give out. Your ankles are locked behind his head, heels digging into his spine with each thrust of your hips onto his tongue. You don’t taste like fruits, or cookies, or fresh, but it’s so fucking good in his mouth — it tastes like cum — like wet, sticky cum melting from you onto his tongue. You keep calling him “such a good fucking boy” and it’s making him really, really horny. And really, really hard. It’s pathetic, but he wants it more, as your hand now rocks his head back and forth over your cunt by his hair.
“Mmm— fuck yuuji. Look at you, you’re covered in my cum!” It comes out like a weak laugh, his eyes peak open to see the delirious look on your face, a mean smile. His eyes can’t stay focused, cum on his lashes and eyelids too heavy to stay open. He wants to hear it more, he can’t get over the way your head lulls to the side when he moans and pushes forward onto his knees, back arched.
You tug his face back from your wet lips, it’s pitiful how he whines, tongue slipping out to reach but he can’t. Why would you do this to him, when he’s finally got it. He’s finally got you in his hands and you just tear him away like it means nothing. His head is so fuzzy he’s stupid in greed.
“More” he rasps. He’s still bent, hands clutching your shirt for balance.
“I’ve already came” you state, gently brushing his sweat-wet bangs from his forehead, lips quirked upwards in amusement. He feels heartbroken. It’s the only way to describe the sad, frantic feeling in his chest. All his fantasies slipping through his fingers like sand as your fingers slide from his hair to his cheeks to give them a little pinch. His dick twitches in his soaked briefs, tip throbbing as you — his perfect boyfriend — chew your cheek in fascination at him. He knows he’s a mess, that he’s deplorable and greedy but, he just wants a little more. Just a little more. He wants to hear you call him a perfect boy just three more times, cum just once again, just more.
You noticed how needy he was today. How bothered his little whimpers were when he sent you an explicit voice memo this morning pleading for you to finish on his dick like he was a good boy. Begging for anything. Begging like a good puppy. Naughty voice messages were not completely common for Yuuji, but you didn’t expect it to be this when he showed up tonight at your dorm step for cuddles and a movie. You didn’t expect him to want to eat you out in the first place. But he did. Does, badly, so you’ve come to realize.
“Please I— oh god please! Just one more, I can’t get it outta my head [name]! Just, just one more. I’m so good I promise, the very best!” His pleads are strained as he stretches his neck as close to your wet cunt as he can manage, cheek resting against your inner thigh. You can feel his breath fanning over your clit.
“And..what if I say no?” You ask mindlessly, taking your thumb to wipe away some cum off his lashes.
Yuuji squirms, “NO! Please, please [name] no! I—I’ll tell you all the dirty thoughts I’ve had about this, you like that right? Always makin’ me say embarrassing stuff. I’ll give back all the briefs I took— I—I’ll never be bad again! Promise!” His chest shudders as he speaks, and you’ve never been so turned on by anything like this in a long, long time. You have half a mind to deny him more.
“Taken” briefs? You didn’t know your boyfriend was stealing your boxers.
There’s a long moment where Yuuji’s eyes are shut tight, pressing into your thigh like he wants to mold with you, and he does. Cum slips from your hole to your ass an a sigh hisses past your lips as you grab the back of his head again.
“Okay, baby. One more.”
Me bc I get dysphoria 😭😭
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This is how many bullets they shot on a fucking kid.
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from the series of thoughts that I only have during the night: I really find it incredibly erotic to fuck a man who, for whatever reason, whether it be a cock ring, a chastity cage or just tiredness/stress, can't get hard. judge me, I don't care. top!male reader and bottom! geto suguru below, no specific warning, but this is a bit angst and dark. minors dni. if you haven't seen part one of season two or haven't read the manga this contains spoilers.
Suguru was tired. Exhausted to the point where he wouldn't even consider dragging himself to the bathroom and letting the icy water that threatened to freeze his bones help with the ever constant tension in his shoulders. The phantom taste of the cursed spirit that lingered in his mouth, consistent even when it had been days since he'd swallowed it. He wanted to vomit. Wanted to pass out under the stream of water. Wanted to sleep for hours at a time, not even considering waking up. It was easy to search for just one word: disappear.
Instead of all that though, he was seduced by your hungry eyes, by your deft fingers always touching him with mastery - and a gentleness that never failed to make him sick. You undressed him as you took his mouth in a deep, sweet kiss that erased the sourness and bitterness rising in his throat, not commenting on the deep, dark circles under his empty eyes, or the decreasing frequency of times he returned to what you called 'home'.
You trailed kisses down his neck and shoulders, your every hurried, warm movement giving away just how much you wanted him. And you didn't even point out loud that Suguru wasn't even hard for you.
"It's okay." Suguru opened his mouth to say, using all his remaining strength to touch your wrist where for the last five minutes you've tried to bring him to hardness. Suguru really wanted you. He couldn't think of a better way to take away the darkness that roamed the corners of his mind with memories of the past rather than with your cock inside him. But he knew he wouldn't get hard, It didn't matter how much you tried.
Suguru spread his legs wider around your hips and apparently the look he gave you - desire beneath the exhaustion - was enough. You warmed up the lube and started prepare him with your fingers.
The first finger went in easily, there was nothing but temporary discomfort, yet Suguru felt as if his skin were on fire, the stretching sensation tensing his legs. Familiar noises began to fill the room; three fingers pushed their way inside him and Suguru thought he was close to losing his mind. It felt good, very good. Your fingers opening inside him, making a wet noise each time they moved in and out of him, driving deep, rubbing his prostate. Suguru still wasn't hard, but he didn't care and he knew you didn't either.
He opened his mouth to beg for your cock, his throat dry. Only ineligible noises came out, a jumble of letters that didn't make sense along with your name. "Dema me ur psua [name]," he muttered. "[name] [name] [name]."
Somehow you got it, how could you not when Suguru was writhing in the sheets, feet tucked into the mattress working to sink against your fingers?
The tip of your cock pressed against the taut edge and began to thrust inside; thick, perfect. Suguru's eyes fell closed, a sound that was a mixture of wail and sigh left his lips and his back collapsed against the mattress, as if all the remaining strength left him.
There was barely any burn, but he still felt every nerve in his body ignite with the sensation of your length pushing its way inside him. The tight walls made way for you, his hole molding itself around you. Suguru searched for your lips like a starving man in the desert.
The sound of the waves as in a distant dream faded, taking with it the flashing memories of Riko Amanai, deeper, the smiling face of Haibara beckoning to him faded away into the darkness under his closed eyelids, only the wet sound of skins meeting was left, the grunts that came out of your mouth, the feel of your fingers digging into his thigh, the reality.
The shadows are gone, only an inexplicable calm remains.
Suguru's cock was limp against his stomach without any sign of coming out of it, even when you once again took him in your hand and started to stimulate him. It felt good, so Suguru didn't tell you to stop. He surrendered to you, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his pale skin as you began to move, in and out of him, each time faster and stronger until you were fucking him mercilessly into the mattress in an uncomfortable position that pressed his knees close to his head.
One of your hands moved up his taut stomach and began pinching his nipples hard, eliciting groans from him. Suguru knew that the next day his nipples would be sensitive, his hole swollen and red, but he didn't care, in fact he wanted this desperately: to carry the marks of your belonging on his body, so that he could remember the heat, violence and control of your touches.
His hole tightened with rhythmic contractions, the feeling of being full, of having you filling him to the brim was too much. Suguru gasped against your mouth, barely finding the will to pull away from you, even if it was a mere kiss. He pulled your lower lip between his teeth and urged you to do the same, to take all your frustrations and tiredness out on his body. He needed this.
Words weren't necessary.
Your teeth sank into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, your thrusts became faster and deeper, nails digging into his skin. Suguru knew how to make you hurt him and he knew you wouldn't stop if he didn't tell you to. All of him craved the pain and anything else you wanted to give him. The admission was a dark and heavy veil: Suguru was yours to take and he was broken.
Desperately, he mentally begged: please hurt me more. Hit me, scratch me, bite me, pull my hair harder, fuck me until I bleed, fill me up until I taste you in my throat. Make me feel. Remind me that I'm not alone.
You know what? Fuck you.
Starts writing furiously in making a Tomoe x Male reader.
Just opened the event for Caleb and claimed the free 10 pulls in the shop!!
ANOTHER 5 STAR AFTER GETTING HIS PAIR CARDS TOGETHER?? NOW I'M SET FOR HIS NEXT BANNER SINCE I'M GUARANTEED NOW??
