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thewitchescreatures · 5 days

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The Vagabond Pt. Two

I did noooot proof read this, because I was too excited and feeling very inspired to get part two done. So uh @strawberrypoundtown @kyoko-neko If you guys wanna DM me if you see any uh- mistakes, that would be awesome, thank yooou

Pt. One

You can learn more about my boy Oscar, here

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Werewolf!Oscar "Oz" Vi x Werebunny!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, NSFW, Werewolf dick, Werewolf knot

Oscar was practically squirming in his seat at the bar as he waited for your shift to end. He was feeling desperate, he needed to bring you back to his hotel room as soon as humanly possible. He hadn’t gotten laid in months and it was eating the poor wolf alive.

He felt pathetic, squirming around in his seat trying to hide the imprint of his erection in his jeans. Since when was he one to become desperate for the intimate touch of another? Maybe it was the buzz from the booze, who knows.

He quickly shook these thoughts from his mind as he watched you smile and chat with other bar patrons as you served their alcoholic beverages of choice. The way your fluffy cottontail wiggled and wagged when you laughed drove him mad, the way you always smiled with your teeth warmed his heart. And your scent, gods your scent. Your scent was just as strong as ever, invading his strong sense of smell almost offensively. It was as if your earthy herbal scent was just as intoxicating as the whisky in his glass. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He hadn’t even fucked you proper yet and he was… Feeling things, things he wasn’t not exactly thrilled to be experiencing.

He again tried to dismiss these thoughts and emotions. He figured once fucked your brains out his urges would be satisfied and he would be back to his normal self. That surely his wolf instincts were just on edge from not getting laid for the last couple of months. All he needed was to get you in his bed for a night of fun and he would be fine.

Oscar glanced down at his wristwatch for what was surely the umpteenth time. Eleven o’ clock. Okay, only one more hour, and then you were his for the rest of the night. He just had to wait one more hour.

His cock was aching with need. Oscar mentally cursed at himself for feeling this way and swore he’d never go more than a few days without sex ever again. This SUCKED. Being this hard and needy was a gods damned nightmare. Not being able to do a single thing about it for another hour was HORRID. Again, he mentally swore at himself for not bagging some nice tail sooner.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow for Oscar. He was checking his wristwatch every other minute it seemed.

You would steal glimpses at Oscar during your work. You could tell he was getting impatient and it was kind of funny to watch.

Yes, you were pretty excited to be hooking up with a handsome rugged guy like Oscar. Shit the idea of what he could possibly be packing in those jeans of his made you wet. But you had to admit watching him fidget and growl, and mumble quietly to himself while he waited for you was quite the entertaining sight.

Finally, you approached Oscar. “Alright, I’m done.” You smile at him.

Oscar perked up. “Fuckin finally.” He mumbled as he got up from his seat. He cleared his throat and awkwardly adjusted the waistband of his jeans. He nodded towards the door. “I’m stayin in a hotel just down the street from here.” He said.

You nod and hook your arm with his. A sultry giggle escapes your throat. “Lead the way.” You whisper excitedly.

Oscar could have started howling right then and there at that sultry little laugh that left your plump lips. But instead a smirk crossed his lips.

“You’re an eager one, huh sweetheart?” He purred as he led you out of the bar.

“Well, what can I say? It’s not every day a rugged werewolf walks into the bar and asks to take me home.” You said playfully.

“How’d you know I’m a wolf? I don’t show nothin like you do.” Oscar smiled down at you.

“Your smell.” You say and shrug.

Oscar sucked his teeth. “Fair enough.” He chuckled again as he walked through the now less crowded late night sidewalk with you on his arm. “So tell me, sweetheart, why do ya choose to show some of your traits? Ain’t humans weird about it?” He questioned as he walked at a slow pace so you could keep up with his longer strides.

You shrug. “I haven’t really had too many problems with humans to be honest.” You admit. “Plus I think I look cute when I show some of my werebunny traits.” You add with a cocky grin.

Oscar lets out a hearty laugh. “Well that you do, sweetheart. That. You. Do.” He agrees.

The walk from the bar to the hotel Oscar is staying at is short and brief. When the two of you arrive you are not exactly impressed. Oscar said hotel, what he should have said was uh- motel.

Yeah Oscar wasn’t exactly staying in the nicest of places. I mean it wasn’t like the bar was in a particularly shitty part of town. But there was still the fair share of cheap and crappy motels around.

And it seemed Oscar had picked one.

Oscar noticed the not so thrilled look on your face and frowned. “Not to your standards, sweetheart?” He asked.

You stare at the old building and sigh. Your eyes scanned the place, the paint was chipped and you could see it was the style of a motel where the doors were on the outside of the building, and you did not like how uh.. Not so sturdy the doors looked. “Admittedly, no.” You said slowly.

Oscar shrugged. “I take what I can get.” He chuckled as he led you to his door. He pulled out a key and inserted it into the deadbolt on the door. Opening it slowly and leading you inside.

Oscar flips the light. As soon as you enter you stare at the pile of his clothes on the floor beside the bed. They are dirty, you can smell his sweat and musk on them from the door.

Oscar closes the door behind you and gestures to the room. “Welcome.” He smirks.

“Uh huh.” You laugh a little. “So remind me again why you’re staying in this dump?” You ask. While you are not impressed by Oscar’s living conditions, you can’t help but smile at him. You’re a little amused by how his living conditions don’t match his cocky and confident demeanor at all.

Oscar groaned. Great, she wants to talk. “I’m a traveler sweetheart, I bounce around from place to place. I stay in cheap places because it's just more convenient that way.” He explained with a casual shrug. Trying not to show his growing impatience and need for your pussy.

“So you’re a vagabond?” You ask with a playful smirk as you set your purse down on the desk.

Oscar sighs heavily as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “I prefer the term well traveled, but yeah more or less.” He chuckles and pats his thighs. “Now c’mere sweetheart, let’s have a little fun.” He purrs.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Well at least he’s hot. Yeah that’s what you’re just gonna tell yourself for now.

You kick your shoes off by the desk and walk over to Oscar, your hips sway with each step you take. You climb into his lap and start to giggle. “Someone’s eager.” You whisper as you lean closer to him. You can feel his erection under his jeans pressing up against you.

Oscar groans as he wraps his muscular arms around your waist and begins to kiss your neck. “It’s been awhile for me, sweetheart.” He growls against your skin as he grazes his teeth along your throat.

You shiver, your hands squeezing his shoulder. “I can tell.” You groan as you feel him sink his teeth into your neck. Yeah that’s definitely gonna leave a mark.

You two don’t stay in this position for long. Before you know it, Oscar goes from kissing and biting your neck, to picking you up and dropping you onto the bed.

You gasp and the bed creaks under the weight of you and Oscar both as he crawls over you and smashes his lips against yours.

The kiss is hungry, needy, wet and sloppy. His tongue is invading your mouth within seconds of your lips meeting and he’s already grinding himself against you between your legs.

You try to wiggle and grind back against him, but Oscar’s large hands grab your hips and hold you in place. “Ah ah, sweetheart. I’m in control here.” He growls against your lips as he pressed his clothed erection to your clothed cunt.

Your panties already feel uncomfortably sticky and before you can even think again, Oscar is already pulling your clothes off. His skilled and experienced hands easily work your t-shirt and jeans off. Tossing them to the floor.

Your strong scent once again invades his nostrils. Causing him to growl as he pulls you to sit up and starts to unhook your bra. To your surprise and impress he pops the clasps with one hand. But then you decide to stop him.

You put your hand on Oscar’s chest and push him back a little. A smirk on your face.

Oscar growled. “What is it, sweetheart?” He huffed.

“I don’t wanna be the only one naked, Oz.” You giggle as you reach for his belt.

Oscar smirked. “Oh no, can’t have you naked in my bed all alone.” He purrs as he takes his leather jacket off and throws it to the pile of clothes on the floor and then he starts to take his white t-shirt off.

You stare at Oscar’s muscular torso in awe. Just seeing his toned body was getting you even more hot and bothered.

Yes, he's muscular of course. But its that fatty beefy muscle.

Oscar smirks as he notices your eyes glued to him. “Like what’cha see, sweetheart?” He purrs.

Your hands are still gripping his belt. You gulp and nod eagerly.

Oscar laughs as he pushes you onto your back. He then stands up from the bed, kicks his boots off, and starts taking off his jeans and underwear. “Then you’re really gonna like what comes next.” He purrs.

Your mouth waters as you lay on your stomach in nothing more than your panties. You watch as Oscar’s cock springs from his boxers. “Holy shit.” You mutter.

Oh yeah, you were fantasizing about how big he was while at the bar, but no fantasy can compare to the real thing.

Eight inches long, thick, and veiny. You were not gonna be walking tomorrow.

Oscar steps over to the bed, taking your chin in his hand and lifting your head up. “Open wide, sweetheart.” He purred.

You nod and obediently open your mouth as wide as you can. Slowly Oscar pushes his cock into your mouth and down your throat.

You don’t gag or even flinch. This causes Oscar to pause, look down at you, and raise his eyebrow. “Holy shit.” He mumbles at your lack of a gag reflex.

You smirk around his cock. Your eyes glued to his as he slowly starts to fuck your throat.

Oscar groans. “Fuckin aye sweetheart.” He growls as he thrusts slowly into your throat. Oscar had slept with a large number of women, and you were the first who could take his cock down your throat without gagging or choking. “Shit.” He curses as he takes a fistful of your hair and starts to fuck your throat a little faster.

You whimpered softly, your eyes rolling back a little as Oscar used your mouth. The deeper his cock goes down your throat, the more wet and eager you start to feel between your legs. If that was even possible at this point.

Oscar moans and chuckles as he slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth. “I can smell you sweetheart.” He cooed as he lifted you up by your arm and pushed you onto your back.

You let out a squeak as your back hits the bed. Oscar then reaches for your panties and takes them off. You shyly spread your legs for him, showing him your wet needy cunt.

Oscar groans at the sight as he crawls between your legs and buries his face into your heat. Eagerly lapping up your juices with his tongue. He moans at your taste.

You let out your own moan as you reach down to bury your hands in his thick chocolatey brown hair.

“Fuck.” He curses against you as he gently sucks on your clit. He starts humping the bed, his cock throbbing and leaking small bits of precum onto the sheets.

You writhe and moan. Soft breaths escaping your lips as Oscar relentlessly sucks, licks, kisses, and nips at all of your pussy. Your clit, your lips, your entrance. It all gets to experience his skilled mouth.

Oscar groans as he plunges his tongue into your core, his thumb rubbing small circles on your sensitive nub.

You gasp and shutter. “F-fuck.” You curse under your breath.

Oscar smirks against you and continues his actions. Savoring your taste like it is a rare delicacy.

You move your hands from his hair and grip the bed sheets with white knuckles. That familiar knot in the pit of your stomach already feels tight. “O-Oz.” You moan out.

Oscar groans as he continues to lap at your juices and thumb your clit. “C’mon baby, come for me sweetheart.” He urges between licks and sloppy kisses.

You moan louder as you grind against his face. “F-fuck.” You curse again.

Oscar is good, too good. Oh god you’re already about to unravel. And then you do. Your body trembles and you see stars. A loud moan echoes through Oscar’s motel room as your intense orgasm rocks your body.

Oscar laps at your throbbing cunt a little more. He moans and his eyes flutter at the taste of your orgasm.

You squirm and whine, trying to push his head away from your sensitive pussy.

Oscar chuckles as he sits up and leans over to the bedside table where he’s got a box of condoms. He grabs one, tears it open with his teeth, carefully rolling it down his length, and repositions himself between your legs. Prodding at your soaked entrance with the tip of his cock. “You ready, sweetheart?” He asked as he gazed down at you.

You groan and mumble weakly. “Yes.”

Oscar smirks and slowly pushes his girth into you. His smirk quickly drops and is replaced by his eyes fluttering closed and a long, low growl. “Fuck.” He’s now cursing. You’re tight, so tight. It feels incredible around his cock.

You whimper and squirm a bit beneath him. Oscar takes a moment to allow your pussy to adjust comfortably around him.

Then he starts to thrust. Slow at first, but before Oscar himself even knows it, he’s pushing your knees back as far as they can go and is slamming into you.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, that’s good!” He growled and moaned.

You can’t even talk, all you can do is lay there and moan loudly in pleasure. You wouldn’t be surprised if Oscar gets a noise complaint from the motel management tomorrow. But you don’t give a shit, you’re too busy enjoying the mind blowing sex you’re currently experiencing.

“Oh shit, fuck.” Oscar cursed. “Such a good girl, baby. Your pussy is so good.” He groaned as he continued slamming into you at a reckless pace.

You gasp and cry out as you feel him trying to push his knot into you.

“Please baby.” Oscar moans and begs. “Please, be a good girl, and take it.” He almost wheezes as he pushes his swollen knot inside you.

You nod, your eyes half lidded. Your mind feels hazier than before when he was eating you out. His knot feels so good locked in your pussy.

Oscar pauses for a moment, catching his breath and allowing you to adjust to his knot.

You stare up at him with those beautiful half lidded eyes. Whimpering softly beneath him. Which causes Oscar to let out a breathy chuckle.

He then slowly starts thrusting again. His knot and cock push and rub against all those perfect spots inside of you.

You moan and whimper and squirm. Your eyesight is blurry and all your mind can focus on is how good and big Oscar feels inside you.

“Sweetheart.” Oscar speaks between moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy and careless as his own orgasm approaches.

You’re broken from your thoughts, your eyes focusing up on his sweaty face and his bright orange eyes. Moans continuing to spill from your lips.

Oscar smirks down at your fucked out face. Another moany laugh escapes him. “You look so pretty underneath me.” He growled as he continued to slam into you.

You cry out as his tip smashes against your cervix again and again. “O-Oz.” You choke out, barely able to talk due to the way he’s screwing you silly.

“I-I’m almost th-there.” Oscar groaned. A few more sloppy thrusts, followed by a deep guttural growl and he finally tipped over the edge. Filling the condom to the brim.

Both of you lay there, panting heavily. Oscar is still above you, and inside you. His sweat drips slowly onto your chest. He smiles and laughs. “Damn sweetheart, you’re probably the best pussy I’ve had in a looong time.”

You let out a breathy laugh. Your eyes still half lidded and your body still abuzz from the pleasure you just experienced. “Thanks.” You finally manage.

Oscar goes to pull out, but you whine when you feel the tug of his knot. This makes Oscar pause.

“Uh oh.” He whispers awkwardly.

“Uh oh?” You ask as you stare up at him, your eyes now wide. “What do you mean “Uh oh”? Did the condom break?!” You ask in a panic.

“No, no, no.” Oscar says quickly and laughs awkwardly. “I’m stuck.” He said.

You blink slowly. “What do you mean, stuck?” You ask slowly.

“My knot.” Oscar gives you a smile that is just as awkward as his laugh is.

You relax. “Oh.” You laugh. “Well how long does it take for the swelling to go down?” You ask.

“Uuuuh.” Oscar paused and bit his lips. “I dunno.” He said.

You squint at Oscar, your mouth slightly agape in confusion. “What do you mean “I dunno”?” you question him.

“I. Don’t. Know.” Oscar said slowly. “This hasn’t happened before.” He admitted.

“What??” You question, eyes still squinted skeptically.

“I.. My knot has never swelled for someone before, okay?!” Oscar groaned.

Your eyes widen and you start to laugh.

“Hey- Hey! That’s not funny!” Oscar exclaimed.

“It’s so funny!” You laugh loudly and writhe beneath him.

“It. Is. Not!” Oscar panicked. “Sweetheart, that ain’t funny!” All that sexy and confident bravado Oscar was known for had completely flown out the window.

You giggle and wheeze beneath him. You find it amusing that Oscar is embarrassed by such a thing. You take a few deep breaths and smile at him. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me until the swelling goes down.” You tease.

Oscar blushed and scrunched his nose. “Great.” He says sarcastically.

#werewolf x reader #werewolf oc #monster fucker #monster lover #fem!reader #The Vagabond By Kae

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brainrotdotorg · 1 year

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The skills ranked by how nice they would be to cuddle

Logic: does not know how to un-tense even a little bit. His lack of physical stability makes him difficult to put any of your body weight onto. 2/10.

Encyclopedia: will probably read you something or just read out loud for his own enjoyment while you hold him. So his hands are gonna be occupied by holding the book— but he will always lean his head on yours if you put it on his shoulder, and that’s nice. His palms are a bit clammy anyway. 7/10.

Drama: I feel like he takes all the sheets for himself. And he can tell if you aren’t comfortable, and he’s gonna take it personally. Physically, his texture is lumpy but not unpleasant. 4.9/10

Rhetoric:will talk the whole time. If you listen to one sided political debates as ASMR, this may be a comfortable experience for you. Otherwise, I’m sorry he’s taking up a solid 89% of the bed. 3.4/10

Conceptualization: tries to get creative with it. Who gives a shit about spooning. Let’s invent “the tongs”. Definitely not boring to snuggle up with! 6.7/10 sometimes you don’t need to get experimental with it.

Visual calculus: knows exactly how to make the geometry of your bodies fit together in order to maximize comfort. The light coming off of him can lower down to an ambient dim. Very kissable lips that will give you a gentle smooch goodnight. Look, his eyes are half closed anyway, he wants to relax. Probably actually the best choice! 10/10.

Volition: matter of fact about it. Will stroke your hair until you fall asleep and is very valiant in making you cozy. However the moment you do start sleeping he slips away. 7.5/10 for cuddle experience itself but minus points for leaving : (

Inland empire: the starry bits can be fun to watch like one of those projector lights. Very skinny so not a lot to hold onto. Their heads weird shape means that you’ll have to get interesting with pillow formations but I think it’s worth the effort. 8/10

Empathy: knows exactly how you’re feeling but they feel obligated to listen to your innermost thoughts and opinions that really don’t matter that much, but they insist they want you to be SO comfortable. Dude, I don’t mind that you have sweaty hands. Keep them wrapped around me. 8.7/10

Esprit de corps: officer we’ve got a code 113, snuggle emergency, let me get up in your body gap and wear you like a blanket thank youuuu 9/10

Authority: he has to be big spoon or death. Does not give you the option to get up and turn the light off. No. Stay here and don’t you dare move. 5.2/10 it’s nice that he at least cares.

Suggestion: sure you can snuggle, but he convinces you to be in the position that he really wants to be in. The twisty bits are configured weird and when you figure out how to make it comfy you will not be able to adjust. 4/10

Endurance: will never be the first to get up. Almost turns it into a competition— look man, I’d love to lay with you all day, but I’ve got things to do. Super wide so he can be slept on like a bed though 6.1/10

Pain threshold: OW THERE ARE FUCKING SPIKES!!! Girl I love you but 0/10

Physical Instrument: too much of a jock to display any real tenderness. Holds you like he’s trying to suplex you horizontally. 5.2/10 for the muscle but he’s flexing the whole time.

Electro chemistry: how does it feel to be hugged by a dozen horny pythons? 9/10 if you’re looking to cuddlefuck 3.7/10 if not

Shivers: probably will not be able to fit on your futon. ??/10

Half light: if you can ignore the claws you won’t be able to ignore the teeth. Kicks and thrashes in her sleep. You can feel her heartbeat and it’s really fast. 4.2/10.

Hand/eye coordination: gives you a head rub and a back rub and a shoulder massage and a belly rub and . 9/10

Perception: will absolutely remark on ever sensation coming from you that she is experiencing. I’m glad I smell nice and I feel good and you can hear my breathing. She is also if a smoke machine was a person. 7/10

Reaction speed: speed is not an important component of cuddling. Can’t stop shifting around. Impossible to get comfortable with someone who wants to change positions every two minutes. If the remote falls off the couch, she will catch it. 2.8/10

Savoir Faire: six arms to hold you but he’s not gonna stop talking about his hustler bullshit. No head does make for some innovative cuddling positions though. 5.3/10

Interfacing: he would rather be holding a machine. If you wear anything with buttons or loose threads he’s gonna pull at them. He’s also for sure gonna talk about how ballpoint pens work. Maybe put on some how it’s made to watch in order to keep him entertained. 6.3/10

Composure: take composure’s portrait. Now turn it 90 degrees. That’s how composure cuddles. 1/10

#disco elysium #the skills #the furies

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Eren Yeager x f!reader x Zeke Yeager [ SYNOPSIS ] Just a normal, romantic getaway with your husband, Eren… and his half-brother 🙄 [ WORD COUNT ] 4.2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, alcohol, dubcon (Zeke’s definitely intoxicated while he watches you fuck Eren), sexual tension, voyeurism, exhibitionism, nipple play, fingering, masturbation (m), oral sex (f receiving), ass play is brought up but doesn’t happen (sorry), cum play, thick Yeager dick, creampie, Eren and Zeke are both sarcastic little shits, pet names (babe, princess), this fic is where plot comes to die, not beta’d so enjoy the mistakes.

You dug your toes into the sand while your lower body lay baking in the sun, the rest of you safe under a large, white umbrella. Your skin was smothered in sunscreen so you were in the midst of pristine relaxation. The rays weren’t harsh. They were kinder, softer, almost like each UV was a kiss rather than a death sentence. You wriggled a little, feeling the cool cotton of your beach blanket against your warm legs. You pointed your toes and stretched, letting out a pleased sigh.

“We needed this,” Eren piped up.

The two of you hadn’t been on any form of vacation since your honeymoon.

“You’re telling me,” you said, sitting up. “Where’s your brother?”

“Probably getting a third round of margaritas.”

You pulled your sunglasses off and squinted as your eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day. It was barely noon and Zeke was already drunk. He smelled like salt, lime, and cigarettes. And his cheeks were a faded pink, the remnants of a terrible sunburn he was cursed with on the first day. You and Eren on the other hand were well acquainted with sunscreen.

“We didn’t even have breakfast. He’s going to be a disaster in a few hours.”

Eren brushed you off. “It’s fine. Let him have fun. I rarely see him let go like this.”

“He gets so clingy though.”

Eren got up out of his beach chair and snuggled up next to you. You ran your fingers through his sun warmed hair.

“You should be honored,” he laughed. “He’s only like that with me usually.”

It wasn’t the answer you wanted. You were hoping your husband too felt that his brother was being rather friendly with you. Eren’s distaste was supposed to fuel your own, kill the little part of you that lived for Zeke’s attention. He was always purring bawdy compliments, buying you everything you wanted, and finding ways to put his hands on you. You doubted that Eren experienced any of those acts.

“You don’t think it’s weird?”

He took off his tortoiseshell Wayfarers and gave you a concerned look.

“Uh, should I?”

You went to speak but got interrupted by the drunkard himself.

“Shit, sorry, kiddo,” Zeke slurred as he trampled a child’s sand castle. “Tha—the pleasure you felt from building that was fleeting, it wasn’t gonna last. I did you a favor.”

“Nice job,” Eren called out.

Zeke cautiously made his way over, juggling three margaritas.

“Here!” He said a little too loudly, handing off one of the drinks to his brother. “Ah, and here’s your pretentious one with mezcal and key lime.”

You snatched the drink out of his hand and took a quick sip. It tasted perfect, absolutely divine.

“Does it even taste any different or are you just difficult? I don’t care either way,” he said, mumbling the second sentence.

“Try it,” you said, handing it back to him.

Zeke took it and ended up gulping the rest of it down. The only thing you could do was roll your eyes.

“That was terrible,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Nauseating even.”

“Then why did you drink the whole thing?” Eren asked.

Zeke turned his attention towards his brother.

“Do I look like a man with answers?”

Eren gave his brother an exasperated sigh and stood up, patting himself down in search of his wallet.

“I’ll go get you a new one, babe,” he said before setting off to the bar.

“You want this one?”

Zeke held out what was supposed to be his drink.

“Fuck it,” you said, accepting his peace offering.

He collapsed down next to you where Eren had once been. He rested his head on your shoulder and let out a deep sigh. His hair was even more tousled than usual from the sea salt. Zeke spent every morning languishing in the ocean, convinced it helped with his hangovers.

“You mind if I—”

“Go ahead.”

Zeke felt around for his cigarette case which had since been buried in the sand. He brushed it off and flipped it open, pulling out one of his expensive cigarettes. He placed it between his lips and lit it, taking a deep puff. He held the smoke in his lungs before it trailed out of his mouth.

“So, you guys fuck yet?” He said, enveloping you both in an earthy cloud of smoke.

“Zeke!”

“What? Am I not privy to that information?”

“Yeah! It’s none of your business.”

“You haven’t, have you? We’ve been here for five days and he hasn’t buried his face in your pussy?”

“Zeke!!”

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You couldn’t lie; you were slightly disappointed you and Eren had yet to fuck. But Zeke didn’t need to be the person to point it out. Especially in such a vulgar way. You studied his drunken visage, pained to see he still managed to be handsome while embodying the definition of a hot mess. You wanted to know what his beard would feel like tickling your thighs, how it would feel up against your clit.

“If I were him,” he said, ashing his cigarettes. “I wouldn’t even be at the beach. I’d have you back at the suite, ass up.”

“Ass up, huh?”

He let out a drunken giggle. “Ha. Yeah. Does Eren ever eat your ass?”

“No, but it’s not like I’ve ever asked him to.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that,” you said, nudging him with your elbow.

“He wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Lemme guess. You would though, right? You’re the tsar of ass eating?”

His hand found its way to your thigh and gave it a little squeeze.

“I’m honored you think I’d be an expert. And you’re not exactly wrong.” He dug his fingers into the flesh of your thigh. “But you wouldn’t be able to handle me. I’d ruin you. I’d take everything from you and leave you a cum covered slu—”

“I’m back!” Eren shouted, holding your freshly made margarita.

You swatted away Zeke’s hand before plastering a hideous grin on your face for your husband. Eren looked mildly disturbed by your unhinged attempt at maintaining composure. You couldn’t utter a single word, frozen with anxious guilt.

“Here you go, babe.”

You took the drink from him and nervously took a sip. Both of you turned your attention to Zeke who was paying absolutely no attention.

“Hungry,” he muttered absentmindedly, his eyes hidden behind a pair of prescription sunglasses.

“We should probably eat,” you said, sipping your margarita.

The smokiness of the mezcal calmed your nerves, speaking was no trouble now.

“What’re you thinking?” Eren asked.

“What if we g—”

Zeke interrupted you with a half-hearted utterance of “taco.”

“Taco?”

Zeke snickered. “Yeah, just one.”

Eren ruffled his brother’s hair. “You need to go dry out.”

“Oh c’mon. I’ll be good.”

“Zeke,” he rebuked.

“Who knows what trouble I’ll get into by my lonesome?”

Eren rolled his eyes and he asked you to assist him in carting his towheaded brother back to the hotel. It was harder than you could have imagined. Zeke was like a limp noodle, a cascade of long, unruly limbs. It wasn’t a far walk by any means, but walking in the sand with a cumbersome man made it feel like a perilous journey into the unknown.

Once Zeke was settled in his room, tucking him in the bed like he was a little boy at his request, you and Eren had a relaxing lunch on your room’s balcony. The view of the crystalline sea was breathtaking, the water a brilliant shade of turquoise.

“How long you think he’ll be down for?” You pondered, pushing your empty plate to the side.

“Hours hopefully. It’ll give us time to, you know… Because we haven’t yet.”

“You can just say it,” you laughed, resting your feet on the railing of the balcony. “We haven’t fucked yet. It’s about time.”

Eren groaned and tossed a grape tomato in his mouth. “It’s so hard to find the right moment,” he garbled before swallowing. “And I’d feel like an asshole if I told him to go away. He doesn’t have anyone else to be around.”

“I honestly didn’t think he’d come after he broke up with Levi considering it’s a couples trip.”

“Me too. But there’s no way I could have told him he couldn’t come. Not after he got cheated on,” he replied, spearing a few melon balls with his fork.

Eren had a point. Excluding Zeke would have been needlessly cruel. He didn’t deserve that; it’d be the equivalent of punting a puppy off a cliff. You kicked Eren’s shin under the table.

“Shall we make use of this alone time?”

“No, let’s waste it,” he replied, voice dripping with succulent sarcasm.

He stood up and plucked you out of your chair and led you through the patio door. He slid the door open with a level of sexiness you honestly didn’t think was possible for such a benign act. You couldn’t wait to get him in bed, to feel the warmth of his Herculean body against yours. You craved his touch, longing for his nimble fingers and heavy palms. Eren turned to face you and beckoned you with his embrace. Into his arms you went without a second thought. He placed his hands on the small of your back and held you close, pressing his erection up against you. His green eyes were exuding lust, like the darkest depths of an evergreen forest.

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy,” he murmured before kissing you.

As his soft lips brushed up against yours you felt yourself melting in his arms. Your knees couldn’t have been weaker, more useless. Luckily Eren’s muscled arms were enough to keep you upright. He slid his tongue into your mouth and you tasted a lingering hint of honeydew. His kiss ripe with hunger, a desperate need to devour you, to keep you all to himself. You cradled his face in your hands, rubbing your thumb along jaw. Little hairs pricked your fingers. You had forgotten his vow to not shave while on vacation.

Eren carried you to the bed, gently laying you down. He got on top of you and began to grope you. His hands wandered under your shirt and he pinched your nipples. A weakened whine emanated from your throat as he resumed kissing you. Eren couldn’t help but smile. You were so cute. His hand wandered under your shorts and dragged his fingers against your clit over your cotton panties.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he said, breath hot against your ear.

He applied more pressure to your clothed clit and caught your ear lobe between his teeth.

“Is my pretty girl ready for me?”

“Ye—”

Before you could give Eren an enthusiastic yes Zeke burst through the door. Eren quickly rolled off of you onto the floor, leaving you completely defenseless. You thanked your lucky stars you hadn’t taken off any of your clothes.

“Am I interrupting something?” He yawned.

“Yes,” Eren said, standing up.

Eren took a seat on the bed and rubbed his knee. The two of you glared at Zeke. His glasses were crooked; you suspected he napped with them on. His hair had managed to part itself on the side which you had to admit wasn’t exactly a bad look.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you… gonna leave?” Eren asked expectantly.

Zeke hung his head and sighed heavily. “I’m bored. Can’t I stay?”

“I’m trying to fuck my wife.”

“I’ll just watch! I won’t even say anything. I’ll be silent.”

Eren groaned. “No. That would be even worse than you giving color commentary.”

“Fine. I’ll be quiet, but not too quiet! Maybe I’ll make a little noise, but keep it at a dull roar.”

“Zeke, get out,” Eren said, pointing at the ajar door.

Zeke walked towards it and shut it with little grace or tact. Eren let out another dramatic groan. The blonde turned his attention towards you.

“You wouldn’t mind, right?” He asked. “I know you have a little crush on me.”

“I do not!”

“Yeah, you do,” Eren laughed.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You wanted to crash through the patio door and dive into the ocean, never to be seen again. Eren nudged you with his elbow.

“It’s fine. I think it’s kinda cute in a weird way.”

“So can I watch or what?”

“Zeke!” You and Eren hissed in unison.

“Someone told me that being open about your intentions fosters a greater sense of familial bonding.”

“Who told you that?” You asked with genuine interest.

Eren sighed. “No one told him that. That barely even made sense.”

“I wanna know,” you said under your breath. “Zeke, who told you that?”

“I did.”

You groaned. Eren served you a smug smile.

“Told ya.”

“Okay, okay. Regardless of who did or didn’t tell me something I made up… Can I watch? Please?”

Eren lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. You could tell he had some interest in letting his brother watch the two of you fuck like animals.

“You down?”

“Are you?” You replied.

“I am, if you are.”

You and Eren stared at each other in nervous silence. It was as if you were playing a game of chicken. You wanted to believe he’d break first and express his enthusiasm for Zeke’s suggestion.

“Okay it sounds like you’re both down. Now let’s get down to business.” Zeke said, voice dripping with impatience.

“Are you still drunk?” Eren asked as he pulled off his shirt.

Zeke grabbed one of the plush chairs and dragged it beside the bed.

“Maybe,” he said, taking a seat. “It’s not as if we were apart very long.”

He had a point. It had only been an hour since you tucked the big, blonde baby in.

“If it’ll put you both at ease, I am not as drunk as I was previously.”

“Good enough for me,” Eren said, shrugging.

Zeke beamed.

The blonde looked you dead in the eye. “Alright, take your clothes off.”

Eren was already nude, his clothing a heap on the floor. Both of them had their eyes glued to you. You could tell they wanted to tear you apart, show you no mercy. Your breath hitched at the mere thought. Zeke pulled on the length of his cock as it fought against his impossibly tight, black swim briefs. Eren pulled at the straps of your tank top, pressing his lips to your lower neck. He pawed at your breast, flicking your nipple through the thin fabric that covered them.

“Eren…” You protested in a tiny voice.

“C’mon, babe. Don’t act like you’re not into having that freak—”

“Hey,” Zeke interrupted, the word drenched in dejection.

Eren ignored his brother’s saddened expulsion and lifted your tank top over your head, revealing your breasts. He bit your nipple, gently applying pressure. You winced and choked back a pathetic yelp.

“On your back,” he said, breath hot against your breast.

You leaned back and waited patiently as Eren pulled your shorts down. He palmed your cunt feeling the wetness that had seeped through your underwear.

“Is she wet?” Zeke slurred as he pulled his cock out.

Eren turned his head towards his brother and served him a perturbed look.

“No, she’s dry.”

“Like a desert,” you tacked on.

“Oh, fuck you guys,” Zeke said, slumping deeper into the chair.

You ran your fingers over the shaved part of Eren’s undercut. His eyes shut and he hummed happily. You could have sworn he was purring.

“You gonna get me naked or what?” You teased.

Eren smiled and peeled off your soaked underwear.

“Gimme,” Zeke said, holding his hand out.

Eren rolled his eyes and handed your underwear to him. He wrapped them around his hand and began to stroke his cock. It was a simple gesture, but Zeke managed to make it unbelievably depraved. You gazed at his cock and let your eyes linger on his glistening tip. He caught you staring and snickered.

“Pay attention to your husband.”

“I am!”

Eren parted your folds and slid his middle and index fingers inside you. He had your full attention now. Your breath hitched as he curled them upward, pressing up against your walls.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” Eren growled, stating the absolute obvious.

He pulled his fingers out of you and sucked the fluids off of them. He guided his cock into your cunt, teasingly and slowly. He prodded it with his cocktip, slick with precum.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Zeke’s voice cut through the room. “Then get to it!”

You stared up at Eren, doe-eyed and pathetic. You needed his cock inside you, to feel it throb as it filled you with cum.

“Eren,” you whined. “I need it.”

“Aw, did you hear her? She needs it.”

“Of course I heard her! I’m literally on top of her!”

Zeke frowned and resumed jerking off with your underwear. You grabbed Eren’s ass and pulled him closer to your body. His cock slid further in you, stretching your cunt. You gritted your teeth and held back a pained groan. Eren stroked your face with the tips of his fingers.

“You’re a big girl, aren’t you? I know you can take it,” he cooed.

“Shit. How big is your cock? Maybe you should be more gentle,” Zeke suggested.

Eren shut his eyes tight, nostrils flared.

“Did I ask for your advice?”

“... No. But look at her.”

“I am lookin’ at her!”

Zeke lowered his glasses with his free hand. “Bu—but are you really looking at her?”

You giggled. You didn’t think Eren would bicker with his brother while he was fucking you. And you didn’t think Zeke’s brain would stop functioning as his cock leaked a steady drip of precum. You knew the blonde was a bit of a disaster after several margaritas. You had witnessed him spend most of the trip laughing loudly at vaguely humorous jokes, binge drinking, flirting, and petting every stray cat that crossed his path.

“So dumb,” you murmured in Eren’s ear.

“He’s not dumb,” Eren replied audibly as he began to thrust.

“Did you call me dumb?”

“N—no,” you lied through your teeth. “I’d never say something like th—that.”

Eren moaned as he drove his cock further inside you. He held you down by the neck and his green gaze penetrated your doe-eyed expression. He licked lips, looking at you as if you were prey. He forced the full length of his cock in you, the tip just barely grazing your cervix. It was enough to elicit a subdued “ow”. Eren pulled out, teasing your folds with his tip, before slamming it back into you. His balls slapped up against you as he bottomed out.

“C’mon on, princess. I know you and your pretty pussy can take it.”

His words were so sweet but his actions were anything but. You turned your attention to Zeke who was palming the tip of his cock. His hand was still wrapped up in your underwear.

“Is she tight?” Zeke rasped.

“Oh f—fuuuuck yeah,” he moaned as he thrusted his throbbing cock into your weeping cunt.

Your fluids had dripped down your folds and started to collect near your ass. Your slick covered every inch.

“Not to be vulgar, but I want to tonguefuck her ass so bad.”

“Maybe if you're lucky y—yo—fuck!–your brother will let you cl–clean me up,” you said as Eren fucked your body into the mattress.

“If he knows what’s good for him, he will. I know where the embarrassing baby pictures are stowed away.”

Eren didn’t seem to register Zeke’s petty threat, or perhaps he didn’t care at all. He was too caught up in how tight your precious cunt felt around his engorged cock. With his hand still on your neck, he used his free one to pay attention to your throbbing clit. One swift flick of his thumb was enough to make you whimper pathetically. He encircled it and used your slick to glide around your clit.

“You want more?”

You barely nodded in response to Eren’s before he began to pick up the pace, rutting against you with an animalistic fervor. You managed to hear Zeke mutter “holy shit” as Eren fucked you like a dog. You looked over at the blonde. He was watching you two intently, one hand gripping his cock and the other stroking his chest. His cheeks were flushed and his eyebrows knitted in ecstatic agony. He caught you staring and gave you a boyish grin. It gave you butterflies. You nearly drooled at the sight of Zeke’s pearlescent cum spurt from his engorged cock, the tip pink with pleasure.

Eren quickly grabbed your face and squeezed your cheeks. “Stop watching him.”

“Don’t be mean,” Zeke chastised. “Look at me; can you blame her?”

Eren ignored his brother.

“You’re not looking at me, Eren.”

“I’m close,” Eren choked out. “I don’t wanna see your stupid, bearded face when I come.”

Zeke laughed. “Coward.”

Eren clenched his jaw and bucked his hips as his cock shot a steady stream of cum into your cunt. Even in the throes of pleasure, Eren never once stopped rubbing your clit. If anything he did so with more intent, more enthusiasm. Your body went limp. You felt like you were sinking into the mattress which likely had to do with the fact your husband was essentially fucking you into it. Warmth crawled up your thighs gradually flooding your core. You could have sworn you were seeing stars or maybe even god.

“That’s it, princess. Come all over my cock,” Eren beckoned.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Every nerve ending in your body was singing, crying out in a rhapsody of pleasure. You couldn’t even speak, though it’s not as if words could accurately embody the ecstasy that barrelled through you. All you could do was choke out breathy moans and the occasional pitchy whine. Eren’s thrusts weakened. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you, lightly sucking on your bottom lip.

“Shit,” you murmured.

Eren rubbed his nose against yours.

“Did you like that?” He asked knowing full well you did.

You smiled and nodded. “As always.”

“You guys are gross.”

You and Eren turned to glare at Zeke.

“You realize you can leave at any time,” Eren growled.

“But I wanted to see how much of a mess you made.”

Eren slid his cock out of you. Zeke got up and they both admired your glistening cunt, slick with cum.

“Good job,” the blonde said, patting Eren on the shoulder.

“Please tell me that’s not the hand you jerked off with.”

“It is, but I had it wrapped in underwear so… It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Eren silently seethed and stood up, walking into the bathroom. Zeke sat down on the bed and ruffled your hair. You were impressed with how casual he was behaving under such circumstances. It was as if you weren’t lying on the bed naked as the day you were born.

“You seemed to enjoy that,” you teased.

“I actually hated every moment of it. You’re both sick,” he replied, smiling. He sighed and eyed your cunt. “You think he’d actually let me clean you up.”

Zeke’s hand found its way to your thigh. Just as his fingers went to stroke the inside of it you crossed your legs, denying him the opportunity.

“No, no. Not before you ask your brother for permission.”

“He won’t mind.”

“What is it they say about assuming? Something about making an ass out of you and me?”

He rolled his eyes and got off the mattress, heading towards the bathroom. He pathetically pawed at the door.

“Ereeeen, can I—”

“No.”

“I just wa—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Can I finish my s—”

“Why would I let you do that?”

“All I want to do is suck cum out of your wife!” Zeke said quickly.

There was a pregnant pause. It was broken by Eren slowly opening the door.

“Fine,” Eren relented as he stepped out.

The brother joined you on the bed. Eren curled up next to you, resting his head on your chest. Zeke parted your legs and stuck his head between them. His beard tickled the tender skin of your thighs. Zeke ran his tongue along your folds, parting them with the tip of it. It slid in between your labia and lapped up your and Eren’s cum.

“So eager,” you groaned, running your fingers through the blonde’s soft hair.

“Desperate,” Eren scoffed.

Zeke happily hummed, seemingly unaware of Eren’s playful derision. The vulgar sounds of him slurping at your cunt filled the room. You watched as Zeke rutted against the mattress. His nose grazed your clit, sending a brief jolt of bliss to your core.

“Can you not rub your dick all over the sheets?”

“Let him be,” you sighed as you were blessed with a second, more subdued orgasm.

Once your cunt was thoroughly cleaned Zeke curled up next to your unoccupied side. He took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. He let out a hearty yawn before falling asleep with his head on your breast. His breathing tickled your nipple.

“I think he has the right idea,” Eren said, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

“Seriously? I’m not even sleepy. Can I at least get up while you babies have nap time?”

You waited for a response from Eren but it never came.

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Patience and Desire (2)

A/N: Explicit Content Ahead, Minor DNI. Part one of the series

Patience and Desire on Ao3

“Attuma is on his way again.” Okoye’s brows furrowed at her assistant, Shuri.

“I didn’t call him. Is he just coming to see me?” She smirked.

“He said it was urgent. It needs your attention as soon as possible.” Shuri followed Okoye into her office and handed her a stack of papers. “These are the resumes of a couple employee candidates he sent your way.”

“Oh Attuma. Always working. Thank you Shuri.”

The woman took her leave as Okoye looked over the resumes to pass time until he arrived. It only took a couple of minutes before Shuri was showing him in.

He thanked her but didn’t stray far from the door. “Well I don’t bite handsome. Come sit.”

“I called you last night. Just before midnight.” Attuma sat in the chair in front of her desk and as always, Okoye got up and sat perched in front of him on the wood.

“Hm. I was out like a light. What about?” She smiled at him as his eyes wandered her body briefly and cleared his throat.

“It was nothing. Did you get the resumes?”

“I did.” She lifted her hip to free the papers under it. “Not sure they’ll be a good fit here.”

“Did you really look at them?” Attuma rolled his eyes at her neglect.

“Well I just got here mere minutes before you did. Cut me some slack and tell me where you get your suits tailored.”

Okoye admired the grey piece he had on, fitting and adorning his body in just a way that made him look delicious. She lifted her self off of the desk and leaned over him, feigning an inspection of his jacket.

“Okoye-“

“Come on Attuma. Entertain me for a bit. You’ve gotten so stoic since college.”

Her hands ran down his arms, giving them an experimental squeeze. Yup, he could crush her with those things.

“College and what we are experiencing now are very fucking different.” Okoye just shrugged as she tugged at his suit jacket.

“Take this off. Let me see.” Attuma grabbed her wrist and forced her backward making sure to meet her eyes where ever they trailed off.

“Enough with the games Okoye. You don’t seem to care about shit but getting your hands on me.”

“Those are some harsh words coming from someone who’s been putting up a front since you’ve known me. Attuma, why did you call me last night?”

The man let her wrist go, regret flashed across his eyes as he adjusted his clothes from her tugging.

“This was a mistake.” He mumbled, getting up and walking towards the door. “Get back to me when you decide to take this seriously.”

Okoye beat him there, trapping herself between him and the way out.

“How am I supposed to take anything seriously when you won’t act on what you feel? Huh?”

“Don’t do this right now. I have work to do.”

“Quit trying to walk away from me Attuma.”

“Okoye-“ It was a tone warning she wouldn’t heed to.

“Tell me why you called, you big coward!” She all but shouted and pushed him backwards. “You’re a fucking coward! I’m trying to make you come to terms with what you’ve wanted for so long and you won’t even acknowledge it. You can’t keep hurting yourself like this cause it hurts me too.”

Okoye found herself hot with anger. The whole situation made her angry. Her company falling in a pit with no way out and all she wanted in the end was for Attuma to man up. It was frustrating really to be the only one not afraid to speak up sometimes.

Attuma ran his hands over his face as he turned away from her. “I called…to ask you over. I was hoping that I would be more willing to tell you that I love you if you were in my face but you’re right. I’m a coward.”

“Turn around. Face me and say it.”

He sighed, turning to her again before uttering the words. “I love you and I’m a coward.”

Okoye held back her smile, stepping forward until there wasn’t an ounce of space left. She brought her hands up to cradle his face. “I love you too. Now kiss me.”

He only had to lean down an inch as she was eager to jump up in his arms to meet him the rest of the way. Her legs wrapped his waist as his hands slid their way up her skirt, rubbing the soft skin of her thighs.

Okoye didn’t kiss him for long, opting to fit her nose against his neck and breathe in his being instead. Attuma couldn’t help but chuckle at her antics as he set her atop her desk and slotted himself between her thighs.

He got rid of his jacket as she threaded her fingers in his hair and ran them down all the way to the ends. God, she always wanted to do that.

“Attuma. You know what this means right?” She pulled back with a cheesy smile, running her hands down his body to get rid of his belt. “You’re mine.”

“I’ve been yours as long as I’ve laid eyes on you.” He hiked her skirt up til it bunched around her waist and pulled her panties out of his way so he could press his thumb to her clit.

The sudden movement made Okoye jolt as he drew slow circles on the bud. “Attuma..” She whined into his shoulder as her attempts to get his pants off halted. “Shit its been so long.” She mumbled more to herself.

“It’s alright. Relax.” He soothed, pressing a kiss to her forehead as his finger got quicker and more precise.

“Fuck- just like that. I’m so close.” Okoye’s eyes squeezed shut as the knot in her stomach snapped. She clawed at his shirt as she muffled herself in his neck.

As her high faded, Okoye could almost feel him ready to run away again. Her grip on his body didn’t falter even as he adjusted around her.

“Hey.” He rubbed her leg. “You okay?”

Okoye nodded. “Reality hit me kind of hard just then.” She laughed and he smiled. “I’m okay though.”

“Good. Stay with me.” He pulled his erection free and lined him self up.

The sudden stretch almost made her cry out as he pushed into her. Attuma on the other hand was greatly struggling to keep a premature orgasm at bay. She was so wet and warm it almost sent him tumbling over a cliff.

He was in to the hilt and didn’t move an inch as they both caught their breath. Once Okoye was ready, she pushed her hips back and forth a good once before his hand was on her neck with a force that could’ve broken it. Of course she didn’t mind.

“Be patient. I want to get used to this.” Attuma huffed, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he thrusted up into her.

He planted his other arm firmly on the desk as he started to drill into her with no mercy. Sounds got caught in her throat as her hands wrapped around his wrist.

“Fuck..so damn good for what.” He growled, his torso snapping into hers with persistence.

“Attuma!” She forced out as the pressure of his hand let up slightly. He only responded with a long groan as he moved his hands to adjust her legs, folding them up to rest on his shoulders while Okoye laid back onto her desk.

His hips faltered as he became increasingly aware of how loud they were being. The skin clapping against each other, the desk creaking and his own noises as his resolve crumbled thanks to the beauty under him.

“Where’d you go hm?” Okoye moaned, bringing her hand up to his cheek and rubbing it until he locked back in with her.

“Everyone probably knows what we’re doing now.” He smirked, picking his pace back up as he held her legs in place. Okoye let a yelp slip before her hand clasped over her mouth with wide eyes.

“No. Go ahead. Let them hear you.”

“That’s embarra- Ah fuck! Attuma.” The man pressed a hand to her stomach as she shuddered under him.

“Mhmm Thats it.” He loomed over her, peppering kisses on her face and neck, not once covering her lips in attempt to hear everything she gave him.

It didn’t take long for her to clench around him in another climax, triggering his own as they moaned against each other.

Okoye wrapped her arms around his neck as he sat up with a huff.

“Mmm I wanna go again.” She sighed.

“Right now?”

“Until the paint starts melting off the walls.”

When Attuma stood up straight, he carried her with him. “Sit down.” She motioned for the chair behind them, and he sat.

Okoye fixed her legs into a straddle as he entered her again with a deep groan. “I won’t last long this time.”

“That’s the point.” She started to bounce herself on top of him, the new position allowing her to take control of the pace.

Already, he couldn’t handle it, gripping her hips as he moaned softly. “Okoye..shit I’m gonna cum.”

“Just a little more. I’ll meet you there okay?”

“Please!” His voice broke and Okoye could feel the rush of warmth it sent straight to her core. With every bounce, Attuma swore he could break under her. “I can’t hold it. Fucking hell!” It was like he shattered into pieces, his once dominant mentality gone with the ropes of white that painted her walls.

She was still going, determined to get herself another high even if it meant that he was nothing but atoms under her.

“Oh my- Ah!” It hit her like a blaring freight train, making her limp against him.

“Fuck. Everyone knows. They have to.”

“We are so damn loud.”

“It’s gonna be hell walking out of here.” Attuma grimaced at the thought as she removed herself from him.

“Aw. And I made a mess.” She laughed at the stains now seeping into his pants and the hem of his shirt.

“Oh my god..”

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hyunfilms · 2 years

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all for nothing | three.

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—summary: after experiencing heartbreak and betrayal, hyunjin has become incredibly closed off and reserved. he hated opening up to people, nor did he think the time or effort was worth it. but when hyunjin meets you, he finally realizes the importance of having someone by your side throughout all the ups and downs of life.

—pairing: hyunjin x f. reader

—genre: (18+) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.8k

—chapter warnings: cussing, hyunjin is incredibly mean to oc in this chapter but he does something that makes him realize how mean he actually was 🤧, oc is just kinda having a hard time adjusting and hyunjin is not making this better, jeongin is best boi!!, we do get to see another side of hyunjin though

—note: sorry for uploading a bit late this weekend, ended up being pretty busy. just wanted to give a big, big shoutout to my love @persphonesorchid for surprising me with beautiful banners for this fic! thank you babe, i appreciate you 🥺💞

"Where are you guys going?" Changbin asks, handing you an iced vanilla latte with a huge smile on his face. "Got this for you, by the way."

"Oh my god, you actually remembered. Thank you, you didn't have to." You laugh, remembering you told Changbin, Jeongin and Felix it was your favorite item in the café, but you hadn't had time to get it lately due to running to work in between classes.

"Actually, I'm the one who remembered. He just paid after losing rock, paper, scissors." Jeongin pushes his glasses up and sips his drink.

"Shut up, don't lie like that." Changbin says while Felix laughs.

"You actually did forget though."

"For one second, then it came to me. But you guys just beat me to it."

"Changbin." You pout. "I thought I was special." You tease, being that you had easily [and quickly] clicked with these three in such a short amount of time.

"You are." He copies your cute tone. "It was a moment of weakness, that's all."

"You're full of shit." Jeongin laughs loudly, making Changbin push him to the side. "Anyways, I'm here. See you guys later?" You all say your goodbye's and wave Jeongin off to class.

"I gotta head to the Hale Center." You poke your bottom lip out, staring at the building from a distance.

"You live there." Changbin laughs. "I don't ever see you come out of that building unless you're in the library."

"I know."

"I have to head to the Social Sciences building." Felix adds. "Changbin?"

"I'm gonna head over there and hang out in the Aloha Center, maybe work out until the next class." He nods towards the building.

"Must be nice." You and Felix say.

"Shoulda worked with your advisor to move your schedule around so you have more down time."

"Mhm, kiss ass." Felix jokes, making Changbin giggle that giggle of his.

"Catch you guys later? Text if you're gonna hang out in the library." Changbin calls out as he slowly starts to part from you and Felix as you approach the Aloha Center. You wave him off before kicking at the rocks below your feet.

"You okay?"

"Just tired." You look at Felix, but you can tell he senses otherwise. There's definitely more to it and it's true. To be honest, there's a ton of things running through your mind, school probably being the last bit of it. You'll say it time and time again; you trust your brother and you knew he had a handle on things. But, it didn't stop you from worrying. You hoped your parents were getting the rest they needed. The last thing you wanted was for anything to happen to them, to your brother. For someone who wasn't that far from family, you suddenly felt like you were on the opposite end of the world— being so locked in with your graduate program with no room to leave and be with your family for a quick minute.

Lost, alone.

You wondered when this feeling would end.

"Want me to walk you to class?"

"It's okay, the Social Sciences building is all the way over there. Plus, I don't wanna be a burden." He shakes his head.

"A burden? I wanna walk you to class. I don't mind."

"If you say so." You tease. "For the record, this was your idea. Don't use this against me later on."

"Never." He chuckles. On the way to the science building, you and Felix engage in small talk about how classes have been the past few days and how he's been trying to find hobbies to fill his down time with. You listen to his ideas, chiming in about how he should explore around town to see if there were any classes that fit what he's looking for.

"But does that sound weird? Like, wanting to rock climb or surf.. archery, even?"

"No, why would it sound weird, Felix? You'll be great at whatever you decide to pick up."

"You think so?" You smile at him, watching as he opens the door to the science building.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Do you wanna head into town one day and look around with me?" He chuckles nervously and scratches at the back of his neck. "I-I mean, you would probably know more than I would."

"Yeah, I'm down. I'm not sure I'll be the best at finding the answers for you, but we can go through it together." You stop at the top of the staircase with Felix smiling brightly at you. Right across stands Hyunjin, the supply room door propped open as he unpacks a new shipment and helps stock the supply room. He glances over, unintentionally doing a double take when he sees you and your friend smiling [mostly blushing] at each other. He's not sure why it bothers him, maybe because it's you and you've been pushing his buttons every single time you meet. Or, it could be something else— he's not sure, and quite frankly, he doesn't wanna try to put his finger on it.

Did you always bat your eyelashes at every single guy to try and win them over?

Before he can break his stare, you look over and make eye contact. Your smile instantly dies because you suddenly feel awkward for whatever reason. But, Felix doesn't really catch on because by the time you can do or say anything, Hyunjin is looking away and silently continuing to stock the supplies in the room.

"Have you thought about the fair next week?" Felix diverts your attention back to him.

"O-oh shit, the fair. That's right." Felix chuckles with a small nod.

"Coming?"

"Ah, I think it depends on my meetings with Hyunjin." You say without certainty. You know you two have to meet since you've gotten a few updates from Dr. Kreher and the help he's giving with the supplies you need. On top of that, you both definitely need to get started on the project if you want to finish in time. "If I have time afterwards, I will."

"It doesn't end until 11 PM anyway. I'll wait for you, if you want. Or, head over when you are." You give him a toothless smile. "I'm sure Jeongin and Changbin won't mind either."

"I'll keep you updated." You let out a breath. "Well, thanks for walking me to class. I hope I won't make you late."

"It's all good." He smiles. "Text you later?" You nod, slowly walking backwards towards the classroom until Felix heads down the steps and out of the science building. You take one more look at Hyunjin, seeing that he's still unpacking the box and stocking up the lab.

"Hey." You quickly make your way over to him. He glances over his shoulder to look at you, not saying a word when he continues to pack the supplies up on the shelf. "Can we meet later?"

"I guess."

"You guess?" He looks at you, brows furrowed.

"Sorry, did I need to spell it out?" You roll your eyes.

"8PM, library."

"Yup." You let out a sigh before turning on your heel and finally heading to class.

You're incredibly exhausted at the end of the day from running around, your patience easily running thin. You're hoping Hyunjin can cooperate so that you two can agree and go your separate ways peacefully tonight. But, part of you already knows [and hasn't accepted, oddly] that he'll be the opposite. What you did to him, you had no idea. You didn't exactly ask to be partnered with him, nor did you intentionally mean to run into him that night at the library. If he was going to be so closed off, how would you two ever get this project together? It was the first project of the semester, by far one of the biggest already, and you weren't gonna let Hyunjin's attitude be the reason why you two failed the project.

Something's gotta give.

You have a few minutes before you head to the library, so you give yourself time to head to the café to grab something to eat. You suddenly think of Hyunjin, so you grab him one of the grab-n-go sandwiches on display. It's not that you were trying to buy his approval or shower him with food in hopes of him easing up— though, it'd be nice— but, you were genuinely worried about him since he had seemed so uncomfortably hungry during your last meeting. Besides, today's meeting was pretty last minute. You were trying to avoid the whole 'scheduling-last-minute' kinda thing, but tonight was necessary.

When you sit at your usual table, Hyunjin takes a couple of minutes before he arrives, doing the same thing as last time— silently dragging his chair out before setting his bag onto the surface of the table. This time though, he lets out a heavy sigh before grabbing his laptop and slouching in his chair.

"So, why are we meeting?"

"Because I got an update from Dr. Kreher on the supplies."

"You couldn't just text me about it?" You look at him with your brows furrowed.

"No. We need to at least discuss the general steps of our procedure and figure out how and when we're gonna get started on this. We need to get started soon if we wanna finish on time."

"Well, what did he say?"

"Supplies should get here early next week, he made sure to put in a request to expedite it." Silence. "After that, I think we can spend some hours in the lab working on it. I-Is that okay?"

"Sure."

"Mmkay, cool." You type away at your notes, taking a bite of your to-go dinner while you're at it. You glance over at the sandwich, slowly edging it towards him. He looks up from his laptop screen, confused as to what you're doing and why the sandwich is getting pushed to his area. "I got you this, by the way."

"For what?"

"I just thought you might be hungry." He pushes it back.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Doing what—" He shuts his laptop close and shoves it back into his backpack, which slightly catches you off guard.

"Look, I don't need your pity or anything like that, okay?"

"Woah, I just thought you could use it since our meeting was last minute. What the hell is your problem? I never did anything to you."

"I can take care of myself. You don't have to do all that shit." He scoffs, continuing to pack up his things. "This is such a waste of time—"

"Yeah, you're right." You cut him off, feeling angry and hurt that he had the audacity to go off on you like that when you were just genuinely trying to be nice. Scratch that, you were just genuinely trying. "This is a waste of time." He watches as you pack up and stand, hurriedly throwing your strap over your shoulder. "I'll just text you updates. From now on, I can work on my own part and you can work on yours. That way, we don't have to waste each other's time and be in each other's hair." You tossed the sandwich over to him. "Keep it. It was never out of pity or anything like that. I'm sorry for whatever I did that made you feel a certain way towards me, but not everyone who tries to reach out to you has negative intentions, Hyunjin." You say before walking out of the library. To be honest, Hyunjin doesn't even know how to react right now. Usually, people knew how to leave him alone. Usually, people didn't care much for him. You, though? He doesn't understand why you try and why you would be concerned for him.

I'll never understand it, he thinks.

But, it does make him feel bad that he used his awfully terrible defense mechanism against your genuine gesture. Yeah, maybe he should've known better. How was he supposed to know, though? No one has genuinely paid attention to him these last couple of years. He had been minding his business, doing all of this shit on his own. He's protective of his time, protective of who he gives effort to— he's protecting himself, afraid to feel hurt or be hurt again.

"Fuck." He mutters to himself, unaware that he was even able to feel this way towards someone, a stranger technically, after being numb for so long.

You, on the other hand, walk out of the library with hot, angry tears streaming down your face. You aren't sure if it's Hyunjin alone, or if it's Hyunjin being the cherry on top to everything that has been going on lately. It was fucking upsetting. Made you livid, made you close to despising him. And frankly, you try not to head down that path. It's something you feel like you can't ever come back from. Therefore, you try as best as possible to work it out and avoid it.

Hyunjin, though.

At this point, you're positive it's not possible between you two and you're not even sure why. You haven't done shit to him, but that wasn't your fault.

You were over it. You didn't have time for shit like this at this point in your life.

As you finally created enough distance between you and the library, you called Jeongin to see if the him and the boys were still hanging out at the Aloha Center. You figured they weren't, but all you needed was company, any kind of company, even if that meant hearing Jeongin's voice through the phone.

"Y/N!" He picks up the phone in typical Jeongin style. "What's up?"

"Hey, are you still at the Aloha Center?"

"No, we left awhile ago. Sorry, we didn't think you'd make it since you were with Hyunjin." He says, apologetically. "Are you okay?"

"Um, yeah. Perfectly fine." You lie, even though it's pretty obvious with the way your voice trembles a bit. "Just been a rough day. Wanted to see you guys for a little if you were still around."

"I'm sorry. Do you wanna meet up somewhere? I'm just at my apartment with my roommates."

"No, it's okay." You quickly wipe the tear that fell down your cheek. "Seriously. I'm just gonna head home and get comfy."

"You should. It's been a long day. Treat yourself, yeah?"

"I will."

"Are you positive you don't wanna meet up? Or, I can drop by. I don't mind."

"No, Jeongin. It's fine. Thank you, anyway." You quietly sniffle. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I'll wait until you get into the car and are about to drive off." He says right before he laughs with his roommates in the background, making you feel bad that you're holding him up. "Should I ask how your meeting with Hyunjin went?"

"Probably not." You give off a tiny, pathetic chuckle.

"Mm. I'm sorry Y/N."

"It's alright, I'll figure this out." You let out a sigh. "How are you and Yeonjun doing with your project?"

"We're starting next week, but I don't think our project is as complex as yours and Hyunjin's, so it won't take much time or effort." He chuckles.

"Still, that's good." You finally get to your car and shut the door, letting out another breath before you settle into your seat. "Alright, I'm in my car."

"Okay. Are you sure you're good?" No, you think. I wish I could go home.

"Yeah. Thank you."

"I got you." He laughs a bit. "Text me when you get settled, alright?"

"I will."

"Drive safely." And with that, you hang up the call and start the car to get yourself home in radio silence.

Hyunjin packs up his things and slowly heads out of the library, greeting the front desk lady with a small, toothless smile as he walks out of the main doors. The night is perfect; not too cold, not too hot. There's a breeze that's picking up and Hyunjin enjoys the way it hits his skin so refreshingly. After what happened with you, he felt incredibly bad, but he wasn't sure how he could apologize. He wasn't used to doing these kind of things— not anymore at least.

When he meets the center portion of campus, he's hoping he'll see you lingering around somehow. But, part of him knows he left a little too late, and maybe he left a little too late on purpose because he wasn't sure how to apologize to you. He looks at the sandwich in his hands and swallows the lump in his throat, letting out a sigh as he grips onto his bag strap and heads towards the Hale Center lot.

Maybe the next time he sees you, he'll muster up enough courage to apologize. It'll give him some time to formulate the right words. At least right now, he doesn't want to do anything else to hurt your feelings. After all, you were partners and he needed a good grade just as much as you did. He had to make it work.

"Hyunjin." He steps out of his car when he parks it in the alleyway, immediately greeting Mrs. Shao. She was in her late-60's, having to run the grocery store underneath his studio by herself after her husband had passed a couple of years ago. Hyunjin offers to help whenever he has down time because it's the least he can do. She offered him the space for cheap and always checks up on him.

"Mrs. Shao." He greets her warmly. "What're you doing, the store is closed?"

"I'm just cleaning up a little while I can." She chuckles.

"Do you need some help? Why didn't you text me?" He locks his car and heads towards the back door of the grocery store where she stands with the dustpan and broom.

"No, no. I'm alright dear, I'm almost done. I know you've had a long day. You work so hard at school." She smiles.

"You sure?"

"Yes. Just go upstairs and get some rest, okay?" She looks down at the sandwich in his hands. "Oh, I'm glad you have some food with you. You worry me sometimes."

"I'm fine. I can wait for you, Mrs. Shao." He chuckles, stepping into the backroom with her. "Please let me know when you need help next time, okay? I don't want you doing this by yourself at night time."

"Nonsense. I'm a strong woman."

"Yes, indeed you are. But still, I just want to make sure." He agrees, sitting on the chair at the register, pulling back the plastic wrap from his sandwich. It's quiet for a bit as Hyunjin watches Mrs. Shao clean up in the back, a comforting silence he can always rely on. But, it isn't long before she breaks the silence again, walking towards him after she empties her dustpan in the trash.

"How has school been?"

"Off to a pretty fast start."

"You're already working with your teacher, right?" He nods.

"Yup, schedule is packed. I just got assigned my first project of the semester."

"Already? Wow. How is that going?" He sighs and looks at her, making her chuckle. "Trouble already?"

"No, no." He shakes his head. "I, uh.. no, it's nothing."

"What is it?"

"My partner? I might have, um, hurt her feelings? I was pretty tough on her today. She gave me this sandwich and I told her she didn't need to pity me." She laughs.

"Hyunjinnie. What did I tell you about that shell of yours?"

"No, I know. But." He shakes his head. "Actually, no. I don't know. I don't even know her like that, so I don't even know why I feel bad. I just don't understand why she wants to be friends so badly, we're just partners. Am I wrong for feeling that way?"

"Hyunjinnie." She says softly, hand placed on his arm. "I know you've been through a lot, but you don't need to shut every single person out. I know you're strong and you're always going to be strong. But, it'd be nice to have people you can lean on, people who can help push you when days get tough. Life is tough, it's not easy. And as much as we like to think that we can do everything alone, it's almost impossible."

"But look at you, Mrs. Shao." He responds gently. "You're strong."

"I am, because of you. Because of this store, because of the people I work with, the people I meet and have made friends with." She gives him another soft smile. "Think about it. She's sweet for trying. She might not be out to get you or ridicule you like you think she is."

"Mm, yeah." Is all he says before taking the last bite of his sandwich and chucking the paper into the trash can. "I guess." She chuckles again and ruffles his hair.

"Never gonna be easy with you, huh?" She teases as she sets the broom and dustpan aside. "Come on, let's go upstairs." He smiles and grabs his things, shutting off the lights as they head towards the back and lock the doors. They climb up the stairs that leads to her studio and his, doors in front of each other. She lives in the back studio, while Hyunjin lives on the front end, with a view that overlooks part of Lā'ie and Temple Beach. "Are you busy this weekend?" She turns to him as he unlocks his door.

"I don't think so. Need help?" She nods.

"If you're able to."

"Of course." She smiles and squeezes his forearm.

"Thank you, Hyunjinnie. I appreciate it. You sleep well, okay?"

"You too, Mrs. Shao. Goodnight." He says before entering his studio and gently shutting the door. He tosses his keys off to the side, only turning on the kitchen light as he steps out of his shoes. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up before looking over at the blank canvas that sat on his easel at the corner of his living room area.

He hasn't had the urge to paint anything in a long, long time.

He lost his touch, his creative spark.

He's not sure what else can bring it back.

But the only thing he can do is let out a hefty sigh when he looks at it because he doesn't really wanna try to figure it out or try to get it back, whatever.

He heads straight to his room to get ready for bed, washing up in his bathroom and tossing his clothes into the hamper before getting into his pajamas. He lays there, unable to fall asleep right away. It's been this way for lord knows how long, but at this point, it does't really bother Hyunjin. It hasn't felt odd, it hasn't been anything new. It's part of his routine and something he's sadly gotten used to.

He lets the blankets drape over his legs, the street lights illuminating corners of his room as he scrolls through his phone. He suddenly thinks about you, remembering the words you said before you rushed out of the library with that look on your face.

I'm sorry for whatever I did that made you feel a certain way towards me, but not everyone who tries to reach out to you has negative intentions, Hyunjin.

He shakes off the feeling, not really wanting to think about it at this time of night. He'll worry about it when he sees you again, maybe he'll do better about what he says, how he approaches you.

You just had to be partners.

He had to make it work.

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kinkandkreep · 9 months

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imm ask for moreeeeee if you don’t mind 🤭

srsly your Shuji ones were so good, so i GOTTA KNOW sum about dear Kenchin 🩷 [D, F, I, K, O]

thanks again, lovingggg your TR content~

Hey hey sug, good to see you again! 👋🏾Thanks for sending this in! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the ride thus far, I’ve honestly really been enjoying myself as well. I hope you enjoy! And y’all feel free to peruse my NSFW Alphabet and send in more requests! 😁

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji:

D= Dirty Secret (self-explanatory)

So 👏🏾

Let’s expose ole’ Kenny-kins 😈

Bro, the literal first thing that came to mind for Ken is that he is secretly into crossdressing

Like yes he is a badass and yes he will rock your shit with little effort but he is still a pretty princess and don’t you fuckin’ forget it 😤

His name is literally Ken; tats and scars and shaved head aside, he’s handsome enough to be like a literal Ken doll and you can’t convince me otherwise

His desire to dabble in crossdressing also coincides with his feminization kink

Oops, wait, that letter comes later 🤭

Don’t mistake, Ken can and absolutely does still maintain his role as a dom

But every now and then…

Every once in a while…

Our boi just wants to be ogled and smooched and told how pretty he is 🥺

And if that happens while he’s wearing this sexy little number then even better 🤷🏾‍♀️

F= Favorite position

As I mentioned previously, Ken really favors any position in which he and his lover are facing each other

He’s into intimate shit like that

He really likes cowgirl, the Lotus and just about all of the standing positions

He especially favors pile-driving and 69-ing

And he likes picking you up and bouncing you on his cock, so any position where he can do that is a yes for him as well

(For my heavier girls, have no fear, Ken is adjustable and if he really feels the need, he will absolutely just hit the gym harder to get strong enough to pick you up. He’s already plenty buff though, so I just wouldn’t worry. 💪)

I= Intimacy (do they prefer to “fuck” or “make love”)

🎶I WANNA MAKE LuOooOOOoOooOoVE IN DIS CLUB 🎶

Kenny-kins prefers to make ~luove~

But he is also quite partial to a good fuck 🧐

Like, on a normal day: the birds are chirpin’, the sun is shinin’, and by some miracle people have managed not to piss him off for once, Kenny-kins would love to take his time with you

With gentle hands and slow, yet fervent touches

Ken breaks you down and builds you back up in the most loving, intimate way possible

But then, on any other day…

The sky is overcast, traffic is way too loud and Mikey has managed to get under Ken’s skin at just the right angle to nick the vein and suddenly!

Ken is fucking you within an inch of your life 😂

This also happens very often after brawls

He’s so hopped up on adrenaline that he needs an outlet, and you just happen to be the perfect one 😏

K= Kink (kinks/preferences)

Let’s do a rapid fire round for these (this list will not be comprehensive, I'll just be making mention of his main kinks here)

Ready? Lesgo!

Feminization

Crossdressing

Bondage/Shibari

Pegging

Sounding 👀 (this is a very particular one and because of the potential risks associated with it Ken will only do this with someone who is experienced and in a safe, controlled environment)

Name calling (i.e being called “daddy” or “sir” normally, being called “pretty boy” or “baby” when crossdressing)

Breathplay

Barebacking

Biting (not too too hard or nothin’, just gentle little nips and the occasional harsher bite, enough to leave an indent but not break skin)

Impact play

Collaring

Size kink

PRAISE KINK (please don’t ever be hesitant to tell this man how good he is and how good he’s making you feel, he will simply melt if you do)

O= Oral (receiving vs. giving, skill/talent level)

I’ma just say it outright, Kenny-kins is a fantastic head giver 😂

Like he’s got a naturally talented, highly tensile tongue, a good bit of experience and an eagerness to please

Like what more do you need? 🙃

Ken loves tongue fucking you, either your throat or your pussy, doesn’t really matter

Both are soft and wet and pliant once he gets ahold of them anyway so 🤷🏾‍♀️

Wait wait 🫣

Girl I be makin’ my own self flustered I need to chill 😂

But yeah, Ken has definitely made you squirt before with just his tongue

He 100% takes pride in that too

Again I say, I hope you enjoyed these hun! I feel like these were maybe a little goofier than Shuji’s but I just get so giddy at the thought of Ken that I can’t help but be at least a little silly. 🤪Oh, and please feel free to send in any more letters and characters from the list that you’re curious about, it’s no problem for me. 😁Have a good one! 👋🏾

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #ken ryuguji #ryuguji ken #draken #draken smut #ken ryuuguji smut

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ametrictonofaudacity · 3 months

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...You have a horse? You work with a horse? Why am I just now knowing this? (Though possibly you mentioned this before and/or you're talking about q fictional one and I am just a moron)

Agahshs yes!!

We actually have quite a few horses!! My mom owns them, and when she adopted me, I started working with them!! I’m not super experienced yet, but I love working with horses even if it makes me anxious sometimes!!

We have four total. Jedha, Phoenix, Granata (or Granny for short), and Fanta! My mom’s worked with horses for a super long time so she has a habit of getting ‘problem’ horses and keeping them, and by fucking god do these guys have personality.

Jedha is our lead mare, and despite being in her like 20’s (ish) that is an Old Lady. She’s been used for barrel racing, and god help you if your on her and your mom decides to set up barrels while your ON her. That horse may not move for much but she will move for barrels. And treats. She will bully the other horses out of their treats. She’s an amazing horse, and honestly so desensitized to shit that you could stick a small child on her and if the kid were to try and fall off, she’d adjust her weight to keep them on.

Next up is Phoenix! He’s my sisters horse, an Arabian! We got him from an abusive/neglectful home, and when he first arrived he was scared of everything. Giving him a bath was a nightmare but he needed one. He’s been with us about a year and a half or so now, he’s 5 I think, and now he’s a big dumb idiot. He wants to know EVERYTHING you’re doing. He also gets jealous if me or my sister pet the other gelding, Granata. We have to use the buckstrap for him a lot, and recently we’ve had issues with him being buddy sour, unfortunately. (See my previous post about Granata’s dumb ass)

We move on to the dumbass in question, Granata! Previously he was our neighbors horse, who got them from another person. He’s a retired racehorse but good luck telling him that. If you so much as nudge this fucker he will go. He’s also honestly the best behaved out of the herd tbh, he stands perfectly for haltering, walks good, you don’t have to chase him, etc. He acts more like a big dumb dog than anything else, he’ll even come to his name.

Finally we have Fanta! It’s technically short for Phantom, which she got from her previous home, because she refused to let anyone touch her. She’s mine (technically a foster but my Dad doesn’t know my Mom plans on keeping her for me lmfao) and she’s a chestnut mare! She’s got two very pretty white socks on her front legs, as well as some Arabian in her. Which.. not the best idea to stick a new rider on an Arabian and a red mare, I’m aware, but she’s also super young and needs a gentler hand because she’s super young and has only been ridden a total of two times, both times by me.

I had another horse, Eloise, who was also a red mare, and I loved her to pieces before she got adopted out. She was super smart, although tbh Fanta is smarter and she’s super curious, and super sweet. To me at least. She did try to bite my Mom.

I may or may not have a weakness for red mares. They’ve just got so much personality! Granted the personality can sometimes be bitch, but it’s still personality!

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chai-hat-tea · 1 year

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Living in an average indian household where my father is anti feminist and treats my mother like shit and has been raising his voice on her for his whole life this feels like someone made this story up. And I can't explain how much this has impacted my growth mentally because yes I feel worthless and it feels ok if someone raise their voice at me because...... That's what I've seen my whole life. That's what my father taught me. Learn to adjust, that's what they tech girls here, and that's what I am doing, always adjusting because that's how it's supposed to work.

https://www.tumblr.com/chai-hat-tea/716574574939144192/my-mum-has-six-brothers-they-all-live-in?source=share

Anom Nom…I’m so sorry you have to deal with that. I’ve not experienced this first hand, but I’ve seen enough of it to know exactly what you mean. My situation isn’t as bad as yours, but my parents do believe in this logic and I’ve had situations recently where my dad has used his manliness on me and almost hit me. So I know exactly what you mean.

And while I’m not the best to give you any advice, I need you to know that whatever you have been through is wrong and to never be accepted. It’s going to take constant practice of unlearning this and relearning that you’re your own hero and you don’t need someone to be one for you.

It’s never okay for anyone to “put you in your place” because they know better. They really don’t. Believe me. You’re worthy of all the good things that have happened to you, are happening and WILL happen to you. I agree that it’s normal to adjust in any relationship and a little extra as being an Indian women, but I need you to promise to me that you won’t settle for anyone. Whenever you adjust or compromise, the other person needs to be worthy of it. Promise me.

I don’t know what your situation is, but if you ever want to come off anon and talk to me, I’m all ears. If I can’t do something about it, let me at least lessen that emotional burden you carry with you everywhere.

So, to summarise:

1. Go to a therapist and talk it out if you can. Or talk to anyone who can at least help lessen your burden.

2. You’re worth all the good things and more. Don’t let the men (or adults) tell you otherwise. And definitely don’t let anyone raise their voice at you.

3. You’ll get your happy ending. I know it. And if you can’t see it for yourself, then I’ll do it for you. ❤️

Sending you my love and strength because you matter and you’re worth it.

#asks

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hasufin · 1 year

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Guys.

And I mean guys here. This isn’t some super-secret “Boys Only” thing, I don’t care what your birth certificate says, but I’m talking to guys here.

You need to get a pedicure.

I’m serious. I know our culture treats it as a silly indulgence for women. And yeah, there are some aspects which you might find uncomfortable.

(That’s fine. Some people will give you shit about it and talk about “fragile masculinity”. They’re bullies. You’re allowed to be uncomfortable with things which undermine your identity and may possibly trigger past trauma. There are an awful lot of people who think that’s all funny, but it’s not, and you’re not the bad guy for that.)

So, no, you’re not obligated to get your toenails painted. (You can if you want to, though. They’ve got thousands of colors.) And it’s understandable the first time you go to a salon, that it feels like you’re invading a female-only space.

But.

Let me tell you something. Guys, we need pedicures.

Let me tell you about me. I’m upwards of 250lbs (about 114 kilos, or almost 18 stone if you want). I hike in the mountains on the regular. I walk when I can. Sometimes I lift weights. You know, pretty active.

Do you have ANY IDEA what it does to the soles of your feet when you’re regularly slapping that much weight on them? So, so callused. I one time ended up with a cyst because I got a splinter embedded in the sole of my foot and didn’t feel it.

And I bet you’re like me. We’re not generally raised to take good care of our feet, and they get a whole bunch of abuse. You maybe know to trim your toenails, but don’t do it as often as you should. But do you even own a pumice stone? (Pumice stone isn’t enough, really, but it’s a start).

You need help. I’ve checked carefully, and determined that my feet are on the ends of my legs. This is a terribly inconvenient place to put them, but I was not consulted in the matter. So proper foot care is awkward. There’s a lot you can do, but every now and then, you should go to a salon and have someone help.

Now, like I said - the first time you go to a salon, it might be a bit awkward. I get that. Honestly this is a good chance to bond with a partner, friend, or relative who does go regularly: they’ll know how it’s laid out, and can help explain things. In theory you can just go in, but it helps to have some guidance.

They usually have packages you can choose from - manicure, pedicure, foot and leg massage, etc.. I’m honestly a fan of going all-out, you’re already there. Just be sure to tip well.

Once you select what you want, they’ll take you to one of those salon chairs - the kind with the little foot spa. Oh, I should mention - wear clothing you can roll up easily. If the weather allows, shoes you can take off easily, too. You’re there for them to work on your feet, so it’s best if they can be accessible. I, um, do not advise a kilt though. These are professionals and do not need a direct view of your genitals. Just, like, maybe sweatpants, okay?

Anyway, the spa chair. It’s got the foot bath. It has some snazzy controls, which are, I’m sorry, not necessarily intuitive. It has a built-in massage function, but there’s a decent chance it’s not big enough to work with your frame. You’re allowed to use the controls on the chair, but don’t mess with the foot spa part - that’s for the technician.

They’re probably going to run water into the foot spa. They might put some bathing salts in. They want you to soak your feet for a little while, it makes their job easier. If it’s too hot or cold, let them know politely. They can adjust it, and you’re supposed to be comfortable.

After a little bit, your technician will start the pedicure. If you’re with a group, there’s a fair chance you’ll be the last person helped - I’m sorry, you’re a bit of an outlier and you’re probably waiting for the most experienced person.

Now, I can’t tell you the exact order this will go - it varies from place to place. They might want to use wax on your feet, it’s pleasantly warm but not hot - however, they may not have bags big enough for your feet. This will likely be a theme - many just aren’t set up for people with big feet. Be patient and understanding about this, they can’t fix it either.

From here, you will need to obey some basic instructions - they will want you to put one foot or the other either up on the footrest, or down off the footrest. Aside from that your goal is to not move, and warn them if something tickles or hurts. Yes, some customers are ticklish, this isn’t unusual. However, if you jump, someone might get hurt. So warn before that happens.

At some point they will do the thing you really want: exfoliation. They’re going to remove the dead skin from your feet. With you, that’s not a trivial task. You, uh, may want to look away. I’ve had them go in the back and bring out a dremel tool, a cheese grater, a microscalpel, and a microplane grater. The latter is the most popular. No, it does not hurt, they are literally removing dead skin only, but it’s possibly not something you want to see. And there’s a lot. (Tip well. Really. They deserve it.).

After that, they’re going to trim your toenails and cuticles, and give you a calf massage. If you want, they’ll also paint your toenails. Once that’s done - and after your toenails have dried - you can move on to the manicure if you want (you are not obligated to get a manicure). Then, you put your shoes back on, roll down the legs of your clothing, and pay at the front. Again, be sure to tip generously - you are a special challenge.

The first thing you will notice is that your feet are waaaay more sensitive. Not in the “everything hurts” way, but just that you feel more stuff, because you no longer have a ridiculously thick layer of dead skin on the soles of your feet. Be sure to bring thick socks.

What you will also notice is that your feet feel cleaner than they ever have, they don’t itch, they don’t feel dry, and just plain feel better.

Over the course of the next few days that sensitive feeling will go away, and the thick skin on your soles will build up again.

Once you get over your discomfort, you’ll find this can be an enjoyable experience (well, mostly - I personally have never much cared for the cuticle trim, but that’s just me.) and one you look forward to.

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seggsynugget · 2 years

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I can’t believe the Eclipse journey has come to an end. This is gonna be a slightly disorganized manifestation of my thoughts on the final episode, so pls bear with me.

One thing that adults or I guess people in power do realize is how much young ppl look up to them and actually appreciate their opinions, and as a result they take advantage of them. A scene that really took me by surprise was when teacher Chadok Fiercely hugged his lady superior (I forget her name 😅) I realized she was to him what teacher Chadok was to Akk. I’m pretty sure she also manipulated him and brainwashed him during his time as a student at the school to do her bidding. Unfortunately for teacher Chadok, he didn’t have an Ayan by his side, so his brainwashing continued into his adulthood. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was also an adult that brainwashed the lady superior as well, so much so that she was still stuck in the mindset of 1972. It’s scary how people in power can actually use admiration or just straight up fear tactics to manipulate kids. I’m glad Akk had Ayan by his side to point out to him what was going on and freeing him. ppl like Akk, and eventually Teacher Chadok are able to break that viscous cycle, unfortunately others like Mes are unable to adjust to society when they were just thrown in it after having experienced such authoritarianism at Suppalo. Hope he’s getting the help he needs. 😔 I’m also glad Teacher Chadok took accountability for his actions.

Can you imagine what Akk’s life would have been like without Ayan? Coz I can. He would have probably ended up just like his role model Mes. I personally think everyone needs an Ayan in their lives, and by this I don’t mean as a lover; could be your friend, your brother, Your sister or even your teacher. Someone who will tell you the truth as it is, and be there for you when the going gets tough. Mind you, Ayan was also going through his own shit with the death of his uncle and his mental health. Yet he was still very supportive and loving and patient and kind to Akk. He was the first person to let him know that it was OK to be different, that being different didn’t mean you were not normal. He just wants Akk to love himself 🥲

I think the icing on the cake for me was how excepting and supportive Akk’s Parents were. I honestly think his fear that his parents might be disappointed in him was very valid because a lot of queer people end up losing their relationships with their parents and families when they come out. And I think the speech that Thua gave about wanting a community that’s going to accept you for who you are was so true (Although I was giving him a side eye because let’s not forget how he outed AkkAyan 👀)

So to do a little bit of self reflection, one thing that this show taught me is courage. And how other people can find strength in your courage. I strongly believe that Ayan’s presence in Akk’s life gave him The courage to love himself, And accept himself,and as a result be more forthcoming with his friends and his parents. Most importantly not be afraid to be loved and love those he wants to. First and Khaotung did such an amazing job portraying these characters. As well as the other actors. They all deserve their flowers and this is me giving them a full kiss on the forehead.

Also before I go, lmao. Why did Namo have the calculator open. Like what was the reason? Why did he need to be doing quick maths in that moment. I was cackling 😭😭

I’m gonna miss my little pookies. I hope we get to see more of First and Khaotung in more challenging role. As well as Neo. I think he and Khaotung definitely shed the cute and funny typecast with this project. Good for them 👏🏾👏🏾

Thanks for reading this far 🫶🏾🧡🧡🧡. Fridays won’t be the same for a while 😭

#final thoughts #the eclipse #the eclipse the series

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deathbecomesnerds · 2 years

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“Antoinette” | Astrid x Raymond

After a stressful 6 months, Antoinette was allowed to be taken home. Astrid was paranoid the entire drive while Ray tried to remain calm and kept glancing at his wife from the rearview mirror from time to time.

Ray guided Astrid inside the house as she held Antoinette closely and was immediately bombarded with questions from Enniss.

“Enniss. Mate. Take it down to a five please.” Ray requested, “Mummy needs to focus on Annie right now.” He said.

The eldest pouted, and Ray kept him distracted while Astrid slowly made her way to the nursery where she gently and carefully rested Antoinette in the bassinet.

“There you go,” Astrid whispered, smiling at the baby who looked around at her surroundings. “You’re so precious…” she whispered while adjusting Annie’s onesie.

Astrid was petrified to leave her alone, there were no more doctors or nurses to help keep an eye; it was just her and Ray, and Astrid just couldn’t handle leaving her for even a second.

I’m never leaving this fucking room.

“Star?” Ray said quietly as he walked into the room.

Astrid just nodded, not taking her eyes off of the baby when Ray came up behind her and cooed at the baby. He wrapped his arms around Astrid and kissed her temple before gently pulling her away and out of the nursery.

“She’s okay. She’s stable, she’s healthy…give her a break, mummy.” He whispered while guiding Astrid into their bedroom.

She sighed heavily, “Maybe we should hire a nurse? Or a nanny? Or maybe—“

“Astrid.” Ray interrupted her, sitting her down on the bed. “The doctors and nurses have explained thousands of times: she’s okay. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have released her.” He told her.

Astrid nodded, trying to tell herself that Ray was right and Antoinette was okay. It has been a long journey, and for her to finally be home, it gave Astrid anxiety that she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Ray opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the tiny cries of his daughter. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling and pushed Astrid further into the bed. “I’ve got her,” he said.

She watched him leave, hearing his footsteps walk across the hall before his voice echoed as he scowled at Enniss to ‘leave his sister alone’. Astrid let a chuckle out before she looked down at her breasts to see she was leaking out of one of them.

“Fucks sake…” Astrid muttered before standing up to retrieve her pump from the bathroom.

Much to the dismay of everyone, Antoinette or ‘Annie’ as Ray started referring to her as, developed a colic that stressed Astrid out to the point of exhaustion. In the evening hours, the tiny cries echoed through the house before mixing with Astrid’s.

Ray had run to the store quickly to get more diapers, leaving a distraught Astrid alone with the children. Astrid, in her sleep deprived and anxious state, helplessly rocked Annie while pacing through the living room while Enniss watched from the hallway.

The toddler strutted up to his mother and looked up at her, “Mummy?” he asked.

Astrid looked down at him, sighing to herself, “What is it, Enniss?”

“Can I watch the tellie?” he asked.

I can’t deal with any more noise right now. Oh my god!! I just want to smother her–but I don’t want to go to hell, or kill her. I just want her to BE QUIET!

Astrid huffed and shook her head, “Not right now. Maybe when Annie settles down?”

Enniss furrowed his brow at her, she knew that look anywhere, except it usually came from a 6’1 Blonde who was about to beat the shit out of some punk who pissed him off. Oh, boy, here we go…

“I CAN’T DO ANYTHING ANYMORE!!!” Enniss yelled out, “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST THROW ANNIE AWAY!?? WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE!? YOU’RE A SHITE MUMMY!!!” he continued to yell at her.

Astrid tilted her head at him, the anger that boiled through her body at that moment made her want to reach out and snap his neck. And that thought devastated her to her core. Tears threatened to spill from Astrid’s eyes as she held Annie tighter to her chest. “GO…to your room. Now!” she yelled at him.

“No!” Enniss said firmly, pouting in his spot.

Her brow furrowed, the ultimate dilemma, and completely alone in the house. Where the fuck are you, Raymond!?

Astrid didn’t hesitate, grabbing Enniss by the arm and dragged him upstairs. He began to sob and fight his mother, but Astrid didn’t care–she just wanted it all to stop as she dragged her son into his bedroom and left him there to throw his tantrum with the door closed. She walked next door to Annie’s nursery and Astrid delicately placed the crying baby in her crib before she stormed back downstairs and into the kitchen.

When Raymond returned home 30 minutes later, he could hear children crying upstairs and walked into the kitchen to see a tear stained Astrid standing near the island with a glass of white wine in front of her.

“That bad, huh?” Ray asked as he rested the box of diapers on the counter. Astrid took one glance at him before she started to cry again.

“Astrid! Star. It’s okay…she’ll outgrow it! I promise!” Ray said, soothing his wife while pulling her in for an embrace while kissing her forehead.

Astrid shook his head in disagreement, pulling away from the hug as she wiped tears away from her eyes. “It’s not that…I mean, it is, but…” she sighed heavily, “Enniss…Enniss got angry with me because I told him he couldn’t watch television. He…he called me a ‘shite mummy’.”

Ray furrowed his brow and frowned as he heard his wife retell the story of what had happened earlier. “And so…I snapped, and I wanted to kill him. Just snap his neck. And…and I wanted to just smother the baby, and maybe he’s right? I am a shitty mom!”

He grabbed her close and sighed heavily, “Astrid, listen to me. You are not a shite mum. You are an amazing mum! But, you have not slept in almost 5 days, and I think you need a break!” he insisted.

Astrid started crying again, and Ray let her. He knew the exhaustion was getting to her, and the stress of a new baby in the house, plus their eldest now testing his limits. I’ve really got to stop cursing so much in front of him. Little Cunt.

Ray refilled her glass of wine and handed it to her, “Why don’t you go lie down? I’m gonna go check on Annie, have a word with Enniss…I’ll take care of everything.” he told her, wiping away more tears from Astrid’s eyes.

“Okay,” she muttered, taking another sip of her wine.

Ray smiled and took her hand, guiding her upstairs and released her fingers so she could retrieve to the bedroom and closed the door. Ray walked quietly into the nursery and looked down at the still crying Annie, she was losing steam, but just like the rest of the Smith brood: she was a stubborn one.

He cooed as he picked her up, pouting at the baby as he rocked her back and forth calmly. “Were you giving mummy a hard time?” he asked her rhetorically, watching his daughter's face turn red while her feet kicked and crocodile tears fell from her eyes. “Annie, Annie, Annie…what are we going to do with you, huh?”, she continued to cry. “...just promise me you won’t be as big of a cunt as your brother, deal?” he asked her quietly.

Annie continued to cry, but her volume lowered when Ray slowly put her back down in the crib and playfully booped her nose. “I’ll come get you for dinner once you calm down, alright, Tiny Bun?” he offered while rubbing her belly with a smile before he left the nursery, closing the door gently behind him.

Ray looked at his son’s door, changing tones as he went into ‘scary’ mode as he purposefully stomped his feet against the wood flooring as he reached the door, turning it slowly and slowly pushed the door open to see Enniss standing in the middle of his room, absolutely petrified.

The two of them stared each other down before Ray motioned Enniss to move, “Sit down,” he said while closing the door. Enniss slowly sat on the bed and watched as his father sat down next to him. Ray had never had to be stern with Enniss–but he knew the day would come, where he’d have to discipline him one way or another.

“Did you tell your mother that she was a ‘shite mummy’?” Ray asked in a low growl.

Enniss just nodded.

Ray huffed to himself, looking away from Enniss as he put his hands on his knees and squeezed tightly. No one ever disrespected Astrid, not even her own son.

“Why?” Ray asked.

“Because she wouldn’t let me watch tellie…” Enniss muttered.

Ray grinded his teeth, “Do you remember before Annie was born, when I told you that babies were a lot of hard work?” he asked.

Enniss just nodded.

“Well, you seem to have forgotten that conversation.” Ray said firmly, “Your sister has a lot more needs than normal babies, because your sister came early. And your mum, bless her, is very scared that something will happen to Annie if she is not there for her at every moment…” Ray swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. “So when you told Mummy that you thought she was a ‘Shite Mummy’, that made Mummy sad, and you hurt Mummy.” he explained softly when he looked back over at Enniss. “And when you hurt Mummy, you hurt me, too.”

Enniss looked away from his father, nodding.

“Firstly, we do not use that language towards Mummy or I, do you understand?” Ray asked.

Enniss just nodded again.

“Secondly, you will apologize to Mummy. Not right now, but before bed…”

��Okay.”

Ray nodded, “Alright. I’m going to prepare dinner, I want you to sit and think about what you did until I come get you.”

Enniss nodded and looked back at his father. Ray let a small smile out as he held his son tight, “I love you, Enniss.” he kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too, Daddy.” Enniss said in his tiny voice.

Ray stood up and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He took a deep breath and relaxed before going into the master bedroom to check on Astrid, who had hidden under the covers with her glass of wine and a book.

“Star?” he called out gently.

Astrid popped her head out. Ray couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape.

“Are you doing alright?” Ray asked.

She just nodded, taking another sip of wine.

“Alright. I’m going to start dinner soon. Do you want more wine?” Ray offered.

Astrid shook her head and Ray nodded back to her, “Alright, I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.” he said before walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen. Ray readied himself a small glass of wine, and let soft playing Classical Music echo through the living and kitchen space.

Ahh…peace…

#the gentlemen #raymond smith #charlie hunnam #astrid x raymond #victoria pedretti

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ezra-autumn · 2 years

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Testosterone and Emotions:

I went on HRT with the knowledge that a lot of people report their emotional range changing and as someone who used to cry Every Day over pretty much everything, I was kind of relieved and excited about this.

Now, let me try and explain where I’m at now and what i’m experiencing now 4+ months on T.

My emotional range has completely changed. It’s not more limited, it’s just like not really comparable. It’s not on the same graph. It’s like trying to chart the sweetness of candy vs the sweetness of fruit. It’s apples and oranges or whatever people say. They’re not the same thing.

1) Fear: I can tell where the fear used to be and I can remember it, but when i’m in mildly scary situations it just isn’t there anymore. Walking to my car in a mostly empty parking garage at night, i’m aware it’s not totally safe and I’m wary, but I have to remember to be wary. I’m not just automatically on guard with adrenaline making me jumpy and my heart racing and stuff. There’s this weird feeling of like extra thick skin? i know it’s not physically different. I didn’t get magically stronger or less vulnerable or at any less risk, but I just don’t /feel/ vulnerable in the same way. I feel a little delusional-ly invincible in a way the reminds me of being a teenager and doing dumb shit just because it felt good to be alive.

2) Sadness/stress/etc. is all internal and implosive instead of external and explosive. I don’t feel any less sad over sad things or any less stressed over stressful things, but now I feel it in a sort of internalized sinkhole and a feeling of shutting down and my brain just like slowing and molasses-ing. Crying doesn’t come easily any if it does it’s like one tear after a long long while of feeling miserable.

3) sex drive: understanding for the first time in my entire life why people call sex a basic human need. I was kind of like take it or leave it about sex/masturbation before this and now it’s like a basic maintenance item on my list of stuff I have to do for myself to feel functional like showering and brushing my teeth and eating. It’s wild.

4) internal perceptions of my own strength: still figuring this out but when i forget to over-think it, i can open jars easier and lift stuff i wouldn’t have attempted before. I’m hoping i adjust to this enough to start being more confident about my ability to build and use more upper body strength soon. The weirder part of my adjusted self perception of my own strength is that intellectually i know i’d still lose most fights, but emotionally I’ve caught myself mentally up for a potential fight in a way I haven’t been since i was a kid. Even though i’m a nonviolent person and I definitely do not actually want to fight anyone, I’m like “yeah but i could though.” and I have to be like “sit tf down me, you would still lose and it would not be a good time.”

5) anger: still haven’t noticed anything there yet. Anger isn’t really on my emotional range that often. usually it’s tied to sensory overload for me and i’ve been working pretty hard on shaping my life to accommodate my sensory needs as much as possible.

#transition things #trans things #trans ftm #trans masc #nonbinary

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preparingfortheworst · 2 years

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Are you comfortable with asks about your family? It's perfectly fine if you aren't! I was just hoping to ask of your brothers where ok today? Are they out of your parents home?

Yes, I am comfortable with asks about my family, thank you for asking. This is way longer than I intended, you don’t have to read it all

My brothers don’t have any memories before age 5 (they are twins). They were trafficked at age 4. I am thankful that they don’t remember. I don’t think I should tell them. If they ever ask, I will be honest with what happened. But otherwise, I think it’s for the best that they don’t remember that... However, it saddens me that large chunks of their memories have been taken. It’s just so different from my experience of remembering everything. Even major abusive events after they were 5, they typically don’t remember. There are some that they fully or partially remember, but not most things. They are 15, now. It would be very difficult for me to convince them that they were abused badly enough for them to leave home voluntarily. Because, now that my family knows about my Schizoaffective Disorder, they claim that all my memories of abuse are false. My brothers, included - even when I mention something that was done to them. Since last year, I have been painted as THE PROBLEM in my family, that they would all be just fine if it weren’t for me. I am now viewed as not-fully-human because of my illness, and as a dangerous, lying monster who is trying to ruin my family by ”making up stories” and ”bringing up the past.”

Some Examples to prove to the reader that I’m not full of shit: My sister claimed I was lying about her breaking our mom’s ribs, dislocating her shoulder, and dislocating her finger, when she was about 10. Yet, my mother remembered having her ribs broken by her, along with the other injuries.

Example: I asked my mother how much money she made by trafficking me & my sister. Instead of denying it, she said the amount of money was none of my business.

Example: The younger twin doesn’t remember that he tried to murder his older twin, just 3 years ago, by bashing a brick into the back of his skull after he turned his back to walk away from a fight. Yet, the older twin remembers him trying to kill him, and me being there to stop it.

So, unfortunately, they are still living with my parents. Your ask has prompted me to let them know that they are always welcome in my house. I am 23 and I worry about them because they have both told me (and no one else) about experiencing the same hallucinations I had at the same ages, since they were 6. Mine didn’t get BAD until age 15. As I mentioned, they’re now 15. I was only diagnosed recently, despite starting treatment at age 18. I’m especially worried about the younger twin, who started homeschool this past year due to severe bullying. Despite his distrust of me, he confided to me about his hallucinations again a few months ago. I think I need to have a conversation again with him about this, so that he knows he can always come to me to talk, and that I will make sure he can get treatment if he ever feels he needs it.

My other brother is more well-adjusted, but I worry about him because I’ve found out that he is gay and the younger twin is trying to out him. When I came out at 17, I had been the primary caretaker of my brothers since they were 3 and I was 11. I was the one who cooked their meals, helped them with homework, played and read to them, broke up fights, answered their questions about the world, and comforted them when they cried. At this point, I was their only ”real” parent. For years, I spent my entire evenings after school & many hours every weekend taking care of them, while my dad was too tired and my mother took sick pleasure in hearing them cry because she could tell me I was doing a bad job.

I was the only person in the world who cared about them. After so many years of raising them by myself, our parents took that bond away. When I came out, they were 9 years old. Shortly afterward, my parents got them alone privately and told them they were no longer allowed to interact with me, and that everything I had ever done to care for them was actually abuse. They said the only reason I had ever cared for them was because I wanted to ruin them and make them “weak” like me. They said that me comforting them when they cried was abusive because it was making them weak, and that I only did it because I wanted to make them mentally ill. They told them the same thing about EVERYTHING I had ever done to care for them. That I never cared about them and I only wanted to make them weak and sick like me. At this point in time, my dad had been frequently beating the younger twin for years every time that he cried, for “being weak.” “You know what we DO to weak people, around here,” I overheard my parents tell them one night. They gave them this talk many times, and that was not the first. Before I even knew what my parents had been telling them, I came home from school one day. I got off the bus and walked into the hallway to ask my brothers what they would like for dinner. As soon as the older twin, who was in the hallway saw me, he looked TERRIFIED and ran away into my sister’s bedroom. I was confused, but thought not much of it. Immediately, my other brother started shouting through his bedroom door, standing right on the other side of it next to me. He angrily shouted for several minutes straight that I was, a “weak piece of shit,” a “disgusting piece of shit,” and a “queer bitch whore faggot.” Along with many variations of those, especially queer and faggot, and repeated over & over how weak I was and how much I disgusted him. I just stood there staring at the door with my mouth open. It hurt a lot to suddenly have my brothers react to me this way, when they were the people I was closest to in the whole world. I was in shock, until my mother came home, and I overheard her telling them those horrible lies, telling them not to interact with me anymore. And they would be told this by both parents multiple more times. It took weeks for the older twin to trust me, again. But for the next year, the younger twin no longer saw me as his sister. He referred to me only as “faggot” and “queer,” and would angrily shout those at me any time he encountered me in the house. And yet, when my dad chased him through the house naked, trying to beat him, I was still there by his side, finding places for us to hide so that he would be safe. But our relationship was never the same after what my parents did. Ever since then, he really has viewed me as sub-human. There are glimmers of hope where deep down he does care about me, but really he does see me as insane, disgusting, and again less-than-human. That isn’t even the end of what my parents did when I came out, either.

So, I worry about what they could do to my other brother if they find out he’s gay. He doesn’t remember what they did, but I do. And he certainly knows better than to trust them with that information about himself, which is sad. I’ll have to talk to him, too, without letting on that I already know he is gay. I just need to let them know I’m here if they need me (though they don’t see me as the most stable person, they obviously trust me to some degree when I’m the only one they’ve told about their hallucinations). I would hope that having me as an older sibling who has been out as a lesbian for several years, could be of some comfort for him.

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

Hope you enjoyed!

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Mcyt hc's w/ virgin s/o

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Title: Mcyt hc's w/ virgin s/o

Warnings: NSFW after the SFW (Minors don't read that), mentions of pregnancy, rope bunny content, mentions of blood,

Pronouns: They/Them, non gender specific anatomy

Synopsis: The reader confesses that they are a virgin and this is how the mcyt's react.

Word count: 2.6k

Note: No one asked for this but I still wrote it. SFW is completely safe, it has none of the warnings mentioned above but it may have some suggestive content (no actual sexual content being written however)

* added cut for less clutter

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(SFW, kind of safe to read, has some suggestive-ish content but has no actual nsfw content)

c! Dream

- He is almost shocked to hear this kind of news but he's pretty respectful of it "you're a virgin? That's alright, this relationship isn't just about sex, I love you" Dream kissed your lips.

- He would talk with you about what you maybe wanted to do "Just talk to me when you feel ready. Do you understand sexual safety? Do you wanna have a talk about consent?" Dream asked you and you nodded, he was so caring of you <3

- "We don't have to rush into anything, we can wait if you want to, I love you" he reassures you.

c! Sapnap

- He doesn't really care, he doesn't realize how much it means to you until he sees you about to cry "oh oh oh no, I'm so sorry baby.. It's alright to be a virgin, I don't judge you" he caressed your face and peppered your nose with sweet kisses.

- He lays you on the bed and lies down next to you, you speak to each other about the topic and it makes you feel more comfortable and safe "I don't have to be the one to take your virginity, don't feel as if you have to give it to me.." Sapnap reassured you "I want you to take it, I love you" you told him.

- "I'd love to take your virginity for you then. Do you want to talk about the contraceptive methods now? Or- do you think you wanna talk about starting a family together..?" Sapnap blushed softly at the idea of having kids with you.

c! George

- He is taken back by your sudden confession "A virgin??" George blushes "That- That's okay!" George stumbles over his words slightly "I mean I'd love to take your virginity but we don't have to have that talk yet! if you don't wanna have it..." George pulled at his collar.

- You slowly curled up on his chest and you sighed "I'm not very experienced, I'm worried" you spoke up "you don't have to be worried! I- I can show you certain things, if that's what you want" George seemed nervous as he spoke.

- "what's wrong? you seem nervous.." you shrunk down slightly "sorry! it's just- the thought of taking your virginity is kind of making me feel some type of way!" George and you laughed it off "We can have a serious talk if you want! We can speak about condoms and stuff!" George smiled awkwardly as he was trying to slowly introduce you to this sexual topic.

c! Eret

- Eret was stunned as you had just sat him down and started talking to her about that "woah woah- we're having an important talk now? Okay, okay, just let me sit down!" Eret pulled you down next to them on the bed and you both sat together.

- "I'm a virgin" you confessed, Eret furrowed her eyebrows and gave you a small smile "aw, my baby, that's fine with me" he held onto your hands and gave them quick kisses "I want to talk about um.. possibly losing my virginity?" you felt nervous as you asked.

- "Oh of course! I'd love nothing more than to take my darling's virginity- but we don't need to rush that and you certainly don't have to feel as if you're being pressured to do this with me. You don't get another V card so use this one wisely and think on your decision, do you really want to do this with me?"

- "Of course I do, I love you so much.." You lean forward and kiss them.

c! Karl

- He spits out his food "huh?" he wasn't judging you, he was just unsure why you'd suddenly say that now while he's eating on the floor. He puts his food down and beckons you to join him on the ground "okay, talk with me" he offers.

- "I'm a virgin, I've never had sex before.." you were shy as you confessed to him "There's nothing wrong with that, why're you being so shy for?" Karl tried to lighten to mood slightly "shut up!" you smiled as he was teasing you for being shy.

- "I guess I'm kind of nervous because- well.. Do you.. Would you? Would you take my virginity? Please?" you closed your eyes as you were anxiously waiting for his response "REALLY? You wanna let me do that? I'd be honored! I'll make it the most memorable experience of your life!" Karl gives you a hug and returns to his food.

c! Punz

- He gives you a hug, he understands. "That's alright with me, doll, you let me know when you want me to take that virginity of yours" Punz kisses you on the cheek.

- "we can always just make out, you know I love every bit of you" Punz teases you lightly, his lips pressing against your neck "Down bad" you laughed at your little joke "Down bad? Me? Definitely, all for you" he kisses you again playfully.

- He might make little sexual jokes or sexual gestures but he never actually does anything to make you uncomfortable and he won't actually touch you until you give him some kind of consent, if he slaps you on the ass while you're not paying attention then he's gonna get a slap back on the butt "watch your hands!"

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(NSFW, not safe to read)

c! Dream

- Dream hovers over you, your fragile frame is right underneath him. You look so innocent, your eyes glance up to see his face, your eyes shine with such purity "I'm going inside now, tell me if its too much"

- He spreads your legs and slowly lines himself up with your hole, he bites his lip as he tries not to just shove it inside of you, he felt bad when he saw the pain you were experiencing when he was stretching you out.

- "I'm so sorry, my baby.. Do you want me to stop or to pull out?" Dream asked as he saw tears prick your eyes "I'll be fine, maybe just let me adjust to it a bit.." you lied there and tried to just relax so your muscles would loosen and let him into you more comfortably.

- You finally loosen up and that's when you let him move, your tight untouched walls are so tight against his cock, he looks at your face for any signs of discomfort but all he sees is the bliss in your eyes. You roll your head back onto the pillows and you whine in pleasure "What? Gonna cum already?" Dream teased.

- You had in fact came already. Dream kisses your temples before pulling out "but you didn't cum.." you whined "I didn't want to overwork your body, you're probably still very sensitive" Dream moved his hand down to rub your sore hole as a test and pulled away once he saw you squirm "Then let me show you what I learnt.." you got on your knees and pulled your hair out of the way, getting ready to blow him.

c! Sapnap

- Sapnap bent you over and was trying his best to go in slow, you choked on your cries when he started to stretch you open. Sapnap looked freaked out and nervous when he saw that you started to bleed "Shit- do I need to stop??" Sapnap asked you if you were doing okay.

- "It hurts..." you whined "I told you it would, is it getting too much for you?" Sapnap started to slowly pull out but you stopped him "wait a bit. please." he listened to you and stayed there with half of his cock inside of your hole.

- Your hole twitched around him and that's when he slowly gave a little thrust, you cried in pleasure and bit down on your lip "does it still hurt?" Sapnap asked you and rubbed your back softly "A little bit, it- it also feels good though!" you leaned up against the bed and arched your back into Sapnap.

- Sapnap couldn't control his orgasms when it came to your tight tight walls, he had hoped that you were getting close "gonna cum, baby?" he was hoping you'd say yes so you could both cum at the same time "y- yes!" you nodded, Sapnap sighed in relief and moved his hand down to grab at your hips and help you grind against him.

- You both came at the same time, your eyes rolling into the back of your head because of the pleasure.

c! George

- He has you sitting in his lap naked, "I'm as nervous as you are" George reminded you. "I need you to lower yourself down on my cock for me, okay? I don't wanna hurt you.." George requested, his hands guiding your hips.

- You straddled his cock and slowly started to push it inside, you let out a harsh cry as it was already hurting quite a bit "fuck! Fuck you Georgenotfound!" you cursed as it stung your tight hole "I'm so sorry baby, I wish I could take away the pain for you.." George rubbed your belly and gave your chest a few kisses so you could hopefully relax.

- You eventually bottomed out onto his cock, tears rolled down your cheeks and you let out a sigh of relief "That looked painful, you don't have to continue if it hurts.." George moved to get up but you pinned him back down "Let me do this" you told him. He laid back down and let you continue your pathetic actions.

- You started to grind on his cock gently, your legs were shaking from the pleasure and you had to dig your nails into George's shoulders to keep yourself up straight. George took pity on you and grabbed onto your hips, he started to guide you so that you could ride him properly and get yourself off. "Good Y/n, you're doing so well.." George groaned.

- You grabbed George and pulled him even closer to you, his chest was against yours and this was probably the closest you guys have ever been to each other. Your hands got tangled in his hair and you gave a loud yelp as you started to cum around his cock "Fuck!" George came just a few moments after you did.

c! Eret

- "Listen. I'll normally take control but I want you to do what you want just this one time, I don't want to hurt you by not knowing your body so I need you to just listen to what I say and do it yourself, okay?" Eret holds onto your torso and makes you look up at her.

- Their cock is poking at your entrance teasingly, you listen to his words and you slowly slide onto his cock. Her penis slides into you and you gasp "Look how well your body did, you feel so good around me, baby" Eret kissed your collar bone as she started to slowly grind against your hips.

- You tried to grind back onto him but failed "Please fuck me, take control, please.." Eret listened to your desperate pleas and flipped you over so they could gently pound into your tight hole. You were already feeling immense pleasure from her cock, your hole twitched and you felt embarrassed as you tried not to cum.

- "it's okay if you cum right now, you can always just jerk me off right after" Eret teased you and caressed your cheek as she jerked her hips into you one more time, you went over the edge and came hard on his penis "Fuck!" you cried out "That's a good pet.." Eret pulled out of you and kissed your lips.

- You then repaid your royal highness by sitting at the edge of the bed and worshipping their cock, your tongue lapping at the precum that was leaking from the tip. Your hands groped at his thighs and he groaned "You're learning so fast, baby"

c! Karl

- He's like a little puppy, he's so eager to please you and doesn't want you to get hurt "I stretched myself out so I don't think it'll hurt when you go in.." you admitted "really? I'll try to go in but if it hurts or makes you feel uncomfortable then just tell me to stop please" Karl kissed your cheek.

- He lined his cock up with your entrance and tried to slide in slowly but his whole cock just got swallowed in your hole "Ah! shit- I'm so sorry! Does that hurt? Do I need to exit??" Karl goes to pull out but then sees the blissed out expression on your face "This doesn't hurt you?"

- You practically beg him to start fucking you already, his hips buck against yours. His hands grope at the skin on your chest, his cock pulsing and twitching while inside of you "Sorry- I- I'm gonna cum soon, your tightness is just a bit much for me.." Karl groaned and let out a high moan when he fucked just the right place inside of you.

- You gasped and moaned, nodding you head and pleading for him to keep hitting you in that one spot "Yes yes yes!" you throw your head back and close your eyes "Karl! I love you Karl!" you moaned out his name, it sounded perfect the way that it just dripped from your lips.

- Karl hissed as he pulled out quickly and then shot a huge load onto your stomach, you looked down at your cum covered body and you furrowed your eyebrows "You're cleaning that up, Karl"

c! Punz - He'd normally be so rough with you, hands pulling at your hair and choking you until you're begging for him to let you cum but he couldn't do that right now. He had no choice but to calm down and be gentle for you.

- He had you tied up however, he couldn't let you think you had all the control. He opened your entrance up and slid inside, he was surprised on how smooth he just entered you, he looked at your face to look for signs of pain "wait! it- it feels weird!" he waited just a moment for you before giving an experimental thrust "Shit!" you gasped and squirmed in your bindings.

- "Is that squirming a sign of pain or pleasure?" Punz was unsure of your reaction "P- Pleasure! Keep going please!" you begged, Punz grabbed your thighs and used them to steady himself as he started to fuck into you a little faster. Your moans were loud and you felt as if you needed to scream, you moved your head around "Punzzz.." you slurred his name.

- "I'm gonna cum.. gonna scream your name.." you bit your lip and tried to stay quiet "Let them all hear you, let the smp know you belong to me, baby" Punz went even harder, his cock hitting against just the right places. You shuddered and screamed in pleasure as you came undone and came all over his cock "Punz!!"

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