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celabi · 7 months

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Sticking scummy Scara's hand down your pants under the desk in class just so he can feel that you're wet and then refusing to do anything or leave class with him so he just has to be stuck thinking about how class is such a waste of time when he could be in his dorm pleasing his girlfriend. He's snapping at the professor anytime he gets called on to answer a question.

scara has very little to no shame at all, so when you do something so lewd and inviting like this— reaching under the desk and slipping his hand into your panties, he has all the reason to bend you over the table and eat you out in front of the whole class. but he has too much respect for you to go and doing something humiliating like that, and refuses to expose you in such a position in front of prying eyes…

he bites his tongue, and uses his fingers to feel around your wet folds, before he softly runs his thumb over your clit. you’re so wet and aroused that it has scara withering around in his chair, his other hand slithering down to his lap and pawing at his growing erection.

his fingers are coated with your slick, and lucky he has the decency to pushes past your folds and stick a finger inside to add onto your pleasure, knuckles deep before he starts pumping inside. so warm, so wet, his eyes roll back.

how the fuck has no one noticed? I suppose being at the back of the classroom has its major advantages, but seriously… scara is panting like a rabid dog in need of water.

his foot annoyingly begins to tap against the floor, and he slowly makes a start of unbuttoning his pants to hopefully pull out his aching dick, but you abruptly stop, and pull his hand away from the heat of your underwear.

he almost whines, turning to gaze at you with flushed cheeks and fluttering lashes, but you only shake your head with that coy grin of yours. his head hurts, it’s pounding, and his vision blurs.

“p-please, don’t do this to me. please.” he leans in close and presses his forehead to your shoulder, drops of sweat sinking into the fabric of your shirt but he doesn’t have even an once of energy to apologise. “baby, let me cum. I wanna cum in you so bad…” god he sounds so pathetic, so pitiful, like putty in your hands, but both of you know that he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“no, scara, pay attention, I’ve got work to do…” you mumble softly, a hand on his knee. he groans, and stuffs his face into your hair like a creep, taking in the scent of your shampoo. his hands still palm at his erection, but it doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as it did before.

“ill do anything, please. take me to the bathroom stalls and use me.” he licks his lips, drool almost dripping from his mouth. “c’mon, I know you wanna.” his tongue licks wet strips up your neck, before he unconsciously finds himself almost sucking on your earlobe LMFAO.

“quit it, scara, seriously, always so needy.” you try to softly push him off, but he’s latched onto like glue. you roll your eyes, but there’s a smile on your lips. you guess it can’t be helped, you did start this whole mess, and you knew what it would lead too.

and you can’t even tell him off either, because he enjoys that too…

“mpfhm, I am, only ever for you, m-mommy.”

BIG SIGHHH I need me a scrawny loser bf I can step on and get praised for.

#anon #🍃 — chatting ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #female reader

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gabessquishytum · 29 days

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Back on my trans bear Hob agenda.

It takes a couple of semesters, but eventually Hob's students* figure out that professor Gadling is absent two days a month. Consistently. On the dot.

They have seen his husband and kids a couple of times, and the students quickly conclude that professor Gadling is staying home those days because his husband has a terrible period.

Their evidence? (which they might have discussed at length)

Professor Gadling will mention his sons, Robin and Orpheus, at least once a week and has pictures of his family everywhere. The kids look like him and Dream, but there is never any mention of an adoption or surrogacy, so they must be theirs biologically right?

Gadling's husband is an emo twink and him being trans would not surprise them

Professor Gadling had, on numerous occasions, derailed his lectures to talk about queer figures and has very strong opinions about gender identity and expression

There was that time he threatened to quit when the board made some not so trans friendly comments in their new policy discussion. Multiple teachers expressed their disdain for it, but Gadling took it to a whole new level.

He asks for pronouns at the start of the year and always introduces himself with his pronouns

He has multiple pins with the trans flag or about supporting trans rights.

Look, all the evidence is clearly pointing to Hob himself being trans, but everyone just assumes Dream is the trans man in the relationship.

Hob catches wind of it and talks to Dream about it, who thinks it is hilarious and that Hob should just keep them guessing. Dream has absolutely no issues with people thinking he is trans and he loves that his husband just gets to live his life without people being intrusive about his gender.

The truth comes out a couple of years later when Hob announces he will be going on leave at the end of the semester because he is pregnant with baby nr 3.

* my uni's English department was so small all students at least recognised the students from the other years, if not knew them, as was the history department (arts was not a popular faculty) and the gossip within the faculty of arts was peak.

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Trans!!! Bear!!! Agenda!!! I'm literally obsessed with this aiahdhshababdfnfjf.

The thing is. When Hob tells his classes that he's going on leave - he's already pregnant!! He's been pregnant for like. 18 weeks!!! And nobody has noticed a goddamn thing. A little more belly than usual? Eh, bears do be bearing. Running out of class to pee? Well, he's not getting any younger. Better get your prostate check, Professor! Now it makes sense why he laughed so hard about the whole prostate thing, actually...

Hob is ultimately glad that his students know that he's trans. He thinks that it's important for young queer people (or just young people in general) to see queer adults who are happy and thriving. He's not doing a Q&A on his gender identity or anything like that, but he's glad that trans students can now come and talk to him knowing that he's not "Just an ally".

One bold student asks if Hob and Dream are "t4t" and Hob is like, well we've got to keep some secrets, right? So the element of mystery remains to some extent. When asked if he thinks he'll have a boy or a girl this time Hob says "being a boy kind of runs in the family but who knows". And when little Daniel comes along, Hob is proved correct!

And everyone has to admit that Professor Gadling is even sexier than ever when he's carrying the baby in his sling and ranting about Shakespeare and bisexuality <3333

#🍃 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw pregnancy #trans hob

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vampirerings · 1 year

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i love having big hands and long fingers and i love fingering. turning someone on, working them up and feeling my fingers slip into their wet hole. feeling it stretch and slicken as i press deeper and need at the walls, testing what cute little noises it draws from the owner, squeezing my fingers in to the second knuckle and pushing out the most sickly sweet moans from rubbing and tapping their wet little cervix, as they start to grind down and fuck themself on my hand

#this is so obsecene but i have great memeories of really good moaning and writhing from toying with cuties cervixs ehehe #hope you see this 🍃 anon lol #vr txt #trans nsft #mlm nsft #queer nsft

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prettypleaseinplnk · 7 months

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I know I need to make a proper pinned but for now this will have to do until I get some time to write a full one…

You can call me bunny (or any other pet name you see fit), 18 but 19 in a few months, lesbian, I’m a switch but heavily sub leaning, I like both mascs and femmes and everyone inbetween (really I’m just a desperate slut for girls so…)

This blog is 18+ and minors, ageless/blank blogs and men you are NOT welcome here and you will be blocked!!! I check every note/follow and I can and will block you if you fit any dni criteria

I don’t care how old you may be.. if you don’t have your age somewhere visible on your page I WILL block.

Also please do not Spam Like or you will also be blocked! (mutuals are exempt)

Kinks/tags etc continue below the cut⬇️

Some (but not all) of my kinks include:

Calling girls **mommy/daddy(as a title)

Praise

Degradation/humiliation

Somno

Free use

Pain

Breeding (no impreg)

Hair pulling

Marking

Overstimulation

Edging

Orgasm denial

Intoxication (weed)

Temperature play (esp ice)

Teasing

Servicing

Bondage

Dom/sub dynamics

Spit

Rough sex

Choking

Dumbification

Being owned

**DO NOT CALL ME MOMMY

Hard limits include:

Feet, scat, feeder/feedee, rape, race play

I will come back and add to these lists when I can remember more

My tags (so far):

#bunny speaks - my own text posts

#bunnys pics - pics of me

#bunnys anons - responding to anon asks

#bunnys asks - responding to all asks

Current anon tag list:

- 🌈 , 🫧 , 🔮, 🍒, Blue, 🩵, 🌻, ✨, 🍃, 💖, 🌷,🍪, 🪷, 🍓

If you wish to be a tagged anon, simply send me an anon ask and sign off with any emoji you like

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asksimonghostriley · 3 months

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I might have to kiss ya if you do tha’ sir~

I am screaming inside ahh

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Im sure theres more then kissin', sweetpea.

#🍃 anon

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hanasnx · 3 months

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dick grayson would fit given the whole acrobat thing and all. him taking advantage of you wanting to be more flexible and asking him to be your teacher thinking he would just teach you a few stretches…ends up stretching you out in a whole different way

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MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: based on the porn i got off to last night

"All the way down." DICK GRAYSON directs, motioning forward. As an experienced instructor, you trust his judgement. Sitting on your knees, you crawl on your hands until you can arch your back towards the floor, reaching your arms out as far as they can go. Your ass in the air, you can feel the stretch in your entire body. It's good enough to ignore the compromising position you're in.

You don't think about it when the warmth of another presence slots behind you, and big hands clutch your hips, drawing you back. If you could see him, you'd witness how he's crouched, situating your ass at his crotch, staring hard at it while he moistens his lips. "There you go." he commends casually. Oblivious to the dirty ulterior motive to see what you'd look when he fucks you doggy style, you focus on how delectable it feels to be taken care of, that pleasant burn in your body either from how you stretch or the residual memories of what you were doing the last time you were in this position.

"You're so good at this, Dick." you tell him, more sultry than you meant to.

"Don't praise me just yet." he replies in a scoff, and you brush off your confusion. "Push forward." Two thumbs press into the fat of your ass, and you pick yourself up on your arms while you straighten your legs to form upward facing dog. "You want to feel it right here in the spine..." he muses, a large palm stamping onto your tailbone and canvasing the dimples at your lower back, commending you for your deep arch. "That's right, that's..." he trails off as he scans your posture, and the cushion of your yoga met dips when it's met with his knees. He straddles your thighs, and inclines over you, molding your body with his. It's safe to say his methods of instructing you are unconventional, but he's the expert. So when his pants nudge the crevice of your ass as he overlays you in upwards facing dog, you take your mind off of the bulge. He's so close his cheek kisses the side of your head, and his voice is right up next to your ear. "That's deep."

You try to suppress your shiver, but you're sure he felt it travel all the way up to your neck.

"Hold it right there." he tells you as he backs up, and momentarily you mourn the loss of his body heat. "Hold it... Alright—" You do as you did before, returning to balasana, but when you back all the way up, your booty shorts bump his pelvis.

Hot in the face, you look over your shoulder at him just in time to witness how he eyes you up, but when he doesn't mention it you're quick to straighten yourself out. "It's okay, happens a lot." he assures. His hands rest on his hips, and he throws his head back. "This is good though, I can feel you trying hard. Just hold that." A smile stretches onto his lips, and he picks himself up further into a taller kneel, raising his hips to yours as his hand fixes on your tailbone again to keep you from running away. You can feel something half-hard through his pants but you don't allow yourself to dwell on it. Especially not when the brush of contact makes your eyes flutter. "Definitely hold that."

For a second, you're frozen in place, afraid to do something stupid or unprofessional.

"Remember to breathe." he reminds you, and you expel a burst of air you didn't realize you were holding. "And... release." You move at a steady pace so as to not alert him to your embarrassment, slipping back into upwards dog for the second time. "That's perfect. You look perfect." A surge of heat blooms on your face again. "Turn to the side for me. Let's go ahead and raise this leg." You oblige him, and he lifts the aforementioned leg by your ankle. Two hands wrapped around the joint makes your foot look small.

When you bring it up, he inspects it, his eyes following the curvature intently. He's a very attentive instructor. "All the way up. Straighten the knee." You curl your other leg to support yourself, propped up on your elbow, all so it's possible to stand your foot into the sky until it's a tall pole. "Let's open you up here." Your gaze widens as he approaches you again, tucking himself into your space so he can palm your calf, and his crotch slides up against your exposed pussy. The constricting shorts you wore— regulation according to him— outline your cunt in a way that has it swell through the fabric, and here he is grazing against it like it's no big deal... You have to be reading this wrong. Gently, he forces your leg back, and a burn tingles in your ham string. It's not the only thing that tingles, his crotch now firmly pressed to yours. "You're still a little stiff." he notes, which takes your attention away from his halfie in his basketball shorts. It can't be though, it must be his phone in his pocket or something.

He splays his hands on either side of your waist, pushing forward so your ankle's on his shoulder, your knee at your nose. He exhales. There's not enough oxygen in the room, it's practically spinning, and your heart is pounding in your chest. He's so large you can't see his face as it reaches clear over your head and all you can look at is his pants, desperate to deduce the familiar shape of a boner. No such luck when all these limbs are in your way.

"Wow. Flexible, huh?" He grins wolfishly. Pride preens at the notion the acrobat noticed how bendy you are. "Let's go into bridge. You remember bridge?"

You swallow hard and nod, "Mhm," you respond uneasily, throat thick from the coating of silence. Giving you enough space to shift, your hips align on the floor, grounding your arms flat so you can raise your pelvis. It doesn't take much for his thighs to be under yours again, fooling you into thinking he's taking a constructive gander of your pose until his arm straps under you. Fingers curl around the handle of torso, and your eyes widen as he uses his fist on mat to pick you up. Briefly, your toes leave the floor when he adjusts himself to slot between your legs snugly. When he's satisfied, he holds his own hand over your hip, arm still secured under your tailbone, and arches your spine manually. "That's it." he praises, and splays fingers onto your belly, fingertips just brushing your ribcage. "Feel that now? In the core?" Timidly, you nod. "One more ought'a do it. Sit down for me." For me. The words resound in your head as you drop, and he reaches behind him to clutch your ankles, bringing them over his thighs to fold over your head. "Legs straight." he reminds you, and he curls your body for you, letting your hole get some air as it faces the ceiling.

Those huge fingers cling onto the meat of your thighs, digging into the flesh as your tits spill to your chin in your little sports bra. "Wow, you are tight, huh?" he muses and you jelly. Folded all the way over yourself, his hands slide to the inside of your knees to pin you in place and your shorts ride completely up into your ass crack, cheeks defined as his jaw hovers just above your swollen cunt. Can he smell you?

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celabi · 1 year

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what about scummy scara carrying reader on his shoulders and his head being squished by readers thighs fhjwndlskjfodkdn PLEASE THE HOLD THIS MAN HAS ON ME

Sitting atop scummy Scaramouche’s shoulders! ☆彡 0.6k

When your feet start to ache, and your will of walking by foot slowly decreases as time passes you by, Scaramouche is quick to discard his hat and drop his body to the ground. His knees, scraped and scarred red, thump harshly against the tattered concrete floor when he makes contact— and although he cringes at the pain that jolts through his ligaments for acting so careless, he pushes away his soreness and angles his head downward in an almost prayer looking position. “Please, allow me to carry you. It is no trouble at all.” He knows he sounds more ravenous then humble, but it’s a kind gesture nonetheless, so he hopes for you to just ignore the plain desperation that cracks through his tone and agree to his kind offer.

You do, and he watches in a new found excitement as you circle around his figure and stand behind him— your soft and gentle hands somehow magically making his previous tension soothe away when you place them on top his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I won’t be too heavy for you, will I?” You chuckle lowly, and out of your line of sight, he scrunches his eyebrows and narrows his eyes— a unamused scoff echos in his mind for someone even daring to put that pathetic thought in your cute little head. Need he remind you again just how perfect you are?

“Nonsense, for I can carry you to the ends of Teyvet without breaking a sweat.” He boasts with confidence, but stumbles forward slightly when one of your legs unexpectedly hoist over his shoulder. Out of instinct, he grabs ahold of your calf so you don’t fall. ‘Fuck, now i’ve gone and embarrassed myself.’ He awkwardly coughs into his free handed fist to try and mask his chagrin state, and is inwardly grateful you can’t see the way his face burns a red hue in result of his mistake. “Ah— see? No p-problem at all…” an awkward laugh bubbles up his throat.

“We’re nearly there, but if you’re so adamant about it…” he helps you climb on top of him, and surprises himself when managing to hold back his delighted groan as you tangle your dainty fingers in the greasy strands of his hair. Your legs are so soft, and he can’t help but reach up and try to subtly push them together until his face was being smothered with your plush thighs. He sighs happily, and when questioned about this action, he quickly blames his show of needfulness on ‘making sure you don’t slip.’

You’re not heavy to him in the slightest, yet his legs still can’t help but wobble while he walks down the road, his hands can’t help but tremble as they grip at the flesh of your thighs, his breaths can’t help but slowly loose their balance with each step he takes. You seemingly take note of his staggered facture, and comment about it. “Scara? You okay down there? If it gets too much for you then please, don’t push yourself further.” Oh, how your tone sounds so sickeningly sweet, fretting about him like he was your boyfriend, he grins and turns his head up to try and meet your gaze, a red blush coating over his nose and combining at the tips of his ears as you stare back down at him in slight worry.

“I’m a lot stronger then I look, so all you need to do is sit there so prettily and let me do all the work. Please, I insist. Let’s just relish in this beautiful view…”

#anon #🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #yandere wanderer x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #x reader

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chocoperrito · 3 months

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chococritters !! ☘︎

a list for all of my current anons ! send in an ask to claim an anonymous sign-off !

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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🦩anon sparked an idea in my brain so thanks for that.

Dream is so used to some absolutely bizarre shit that sometimes it can be a little bit challenging for him to pick up on very normal, extremely obvious things. Or, as Matthew prefers to call it, he's an oblivious idiot. "How can someone who knows so much be so stupid?" is something he has often asked a very tired Lucienne who has had to deal with this bullshit for centuries.

It is a miracle Dream managed to figure out Hob was attracted to him.

Problem being, he is an idiot with negative ten self esteem, so he quickly convinces himself Hob is only into this one specific form of his.

Like any good self sabotager, Dream does the very logical thing of changing his physical shape when going over to Hob's when they are a couple months into dating to rip the bandaid off so he can get dumped before he will be a wreck about it (which he would be anyway but let the man lie to himself).

This is the very long, very convoluted story of how Dream discovers that

1. Hob is, in his own words, a "non discriminating slut"

2. Very much into Dream regardless of what shape, not necessarily human, he might take

3. Hob has a very talented mouth

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I love love love the idea of Dream turning up at Hob’s flat in the absolute weirdest form he can come up with. Teeth in all kinds of places, glowing eyes, genitals that have never been seen on earth before. He's convinced that this will be enough to put Hob off him, he can face this one moment of rejection and then move on with his life (as if thats gonna happen, Dream).

Instead he's met by Hob who is suddenly blushing and giggling and twirling his hair around his fingertip because he thinks this new form is so sexy and he's really hoping that he can seduce Dream into fucking him like that. Or letting Hob fuck him. He's not entirely figured out the logistics yet, but give him a close-up look and he'll come up with something.

Dream comes to the realisation that he's actually dating a complete and utter freak (affectionate) and gladly submits himself to Hob’s ministrations. Having Hob’s mouth licking inside his orifices never fails to be a treat, now matter what form he takes. And now he just really wants to show Hob all of his favourite forms, because he's finally worked out that he'll be loved in every single one of them <3

#🍃 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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