I Completely Forgot My Color-coding Process For The Little Divider. I Was Thinking About Writing Something

I completely forgot my color-coding process for the little divider. I was thinking about writing something about the reader being a dumb little slut but the only dumb little slut here is me 😔✊🏾

Content: I fuck you while choking you.

Content Warnings: Strangulation, questionable consent, crying, animalistic, slight degradation.

Context: Something I started a while ago and forgot to finish

Your walls clenched around my cock as my hand clenched just as hard around your throat. The tension building up as your lungs beg for air matching the tension in my gut begging for release. The way you're desperately clawing at my arm, trying to get a breath of air is like how I've been desperately rutting against shit, trying to get off. Now you understand how I feel. How you've been making me feel.

"This is your fault."

My grip tightens around your neck.

"You did this. And you're going to take responsibility for it."

My sexual frustration turns into anger. You weren't just going to get away with doing this to me. Leaving me to rut all day while you were out doing whatever it was you did.

"Take it, take it, take it" I snarl into your ear as I pound into you. Your choked sobs tightening your core and fuck I think I'm gonna cum. You look like such a slut. Mascara running down your cheeks as I finish inside of you.

Content: A little misunderstanding regarding Lucas's feelings about his boyfie in a skirt: Part 2

Content Warnings: N/A

Context: https://www.tumblr.com/satyric7nymph/755589204794376192/content-a-little-misunderstanding-regarding?source=share

It was a long work shift. Some spoiled mama's boy insisted Lucas personally follow him through the store and carry what he wanted instead of just grabbing a fucking basket as the mama in question talked shit about him on th the phone. Her son would ask him which compression shirt he'd look better in and she'd scoff at whatever Lucas picked and bitch about how long Lucas was taking to get her precious little fully-grown shit what they came in for. Lucas sighed as he unlocked the door to his house, locked it back behind him, and let himself collapse over the arm of the couch and land face-first into the cushions. "Lucas?" The voice of his partner was music to his ears. Quiet but stern and unwavering. "Hmm?" Lucas asked, raising his head as he rubbed at his face with a hand. "Is this a bad time?" He heard Jude ask. "A bad time for wha-" Lucas froze as he opened his eyes to find his partner standing across the room. "I figured I'd show you now rather than later so I could return it if needed." He asked, feeling his face get warm under Lucas's stare. "No it's-... you look nice." Lucas said, eyes wide and face flushed.

It was nothing special. Just a simple black skirt that stopped at the knee with a simple, white t-shirt and some socks that stopped over the ankle. But, with the way Lucas was looking at him, you would've thought it was some fancy ball gown lined with 24k gold.

Lucas hadn't realized how hard he had gotten until his body moved on its own to grind into the couch. Jude must've noticed it with the way he tugged the front of his shirt down, shaking Lucas from his spell. "A-ah, I- sorry." He apologized, face growing redder as he scrambled to sit up, grabbing a pillow to cover his hard-on and smiling sheepishly once he had gotten settled. The couch was too easy to grind against but this wasn't much better as he felt the pillow rub against him with the smallest movement. "You know what? I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick and then I'll get a good look at you when I come out." He excused himself as he stood, deciding it was better if he took the pillow with him. Jude placed himself between Lucas and the hallway leading to the bathroom. "I could... help you with that. If you want me to." Jude's voice trailed off as he avoided eye contact. He didn't need to see Lucas's face to know the look of fading restraint. A look that never failed to get him... he tugged at his shirt again. It wasn't long before Lucas caught on to why and, suddenly, he had made up his mind. Tossing the pillow to the side, he scooped Jude up into his arms and carried him to the couch. Jude didn't quite understand why he was the one sitting on the couch until Lucas kneeled between his legs, spreading them apart with his body. "Do you want a blowjob?" He asked, looking up at Jude who's flat expression had taken on an adorably embarrassed look before he nodded, too flustered to speak. Lucas pulled the atra's boxers out from the waistband of the skirt and pulled them down, leaving the skirt. "You look so... nice." He breathed, taking in the view. Jude cursed his dick for the way it visibly twitched under Lucas's gaze. Leaking pre-cum and as it stood uncovered by the light fabric it had pushed aside. And fuck was it throbbing. Jude let out a needy whine, bringing Lucas back down to Earth.

I started this last month and just ran out of steam for it. Not very eventful but I wanted to post it anyways just to get back into the swing of things.

Content: Obsessive male reader

Content Warnings: Obsession, mention of rape, degrading names

Context: An old WIP inspired by my warped concept of love

You loved her. Just the thought of her had you leaking precum, making a mess in your pants. You loved her so fucking much that you hated her.

You wanted to revenge-fuck her for what she'd done to you. For the state just the thought of her left you in. You wanted her crying and begging you to stop because it hurt and you'd just keep fucking her until she's fucked too stupid to do anything but lay there and take it. You'd make her cum on your dick whether she liked it or not because that's exactly what a stupid slut like her deserved.

God she was so fucking perfect. You'd skip classes just to follow her her around the school, catching up on the recorded lectures later. Your cock would strain in your pants as you watched her, only ever from a distance. If you ever came too close to her, you might not be able to control yourself.

And you hated her for that. You hated how hard she made it to resist. How everything she did made you sick from butterflies. How you had to settle for your hand because she wouldn't understand how much you loved her.

Bleh. Take this youtube thumbnail I took a screenshot of a couple of years ago

Content: Trying to escape your depression through masturbation.

Content Warnings: Compulsive sexual behavior, slight degradation

Context: Taking inspiration from my depression again.

You touched yourself. Hand rubbing your crotch over your clothes in hopes of getting your brain to respond with just a drop of dopamine.

You stared blankly at your phone in search of something to light that flame in your abdomen. Unable to tell if your barely increased heart rate was due to the butterflies you could just barely feel fluttering in your stomach or your growing frustration at your inability to please yourself.

If the underwhelming experience was doing anything, it was putting you to sleep. You had no interest in orgasm. You just needed the dopamine. Nothing else satisfied you like the mind-numbing pleasue of creeping up on your orgasm and just holding yourself there. The thought made you throb slightly. The sudden sensation motivating you like a carrot on the end of a stick.

The realization causing a sense of hopelessness in you. Pathetic and at the mercy of your compulsion. A feeling of weakness that finally sent shivers through your spine.