#like...real containment and stimulation when and now please?

[darkwood-sleddog]

more and more i become of the opinion my dogs are not reactive to strange dogs but in fact it is unreasonable to expect them to NOT be reactive when the dogs we pass are unwalked, understimulated rural hellions that thrash at the windows of their houses, bark at us and follow us for entire lengths of properties, snarl at us, run at us with tense body language etc.

is this because a neighbor (who does skijor!) moved in half mile down the road from us a half a year ago with the most polite, unreactive dog that my dogs glance calmly at as they walk by? as it is unrestrained (no underground fence) on the property? absolutely is.

is this because a few years ago a neighbor's very nice pitbull mix got out and when it walked up to us with polite calm body language my dogs reacted just as calm and we were able to walk this dog home? absolutely is.

like i am a human woman and have lived in areas with much larger populations than i do now. i remember being followed by strangers, yelled at by strangers in aggressive ways. it made me tense and yes...reactive in those moments to ensure my own safety and needs were met. but was it my fault for having to react that way? To call friends and family and be on the phone any time that i walked alone? to check in when i got to where i was going? to bring pepper spray and iron knuckles to walk less than 10 minutes away from home? I don't think it is. Rather it's the failure that allows that behavior towards me which is at fault. i should not have had to carry those things with me. or call a single soul.

same with my dogs. my dogs aren't reactive, i'm just the only person who walks my damn dogs in my rural neighborhood. even though we can walk for 4+ miles either way on safe dirt roads out of our driveway before we reach pavement. nobody else. walks. their. fucking. dogs. yes i manage my dogs behaviors, it can be embarrassing when they get riled up, but know what? it is not their fault so many other dogs fucking SUCK. and it is not those dogs' fault that they suck either. i encountered more politely behaved dogs when i lived in the suburbs and city than i do now because those dogs at least had some sort of experience with being around other dogs (passing them on the sidewalk even) out of necessity. Rural people truly just throw their dogs outside and expect that to be enough. if you're lucky they install a little underground fence that will maybe keep fido in the yard (like uwu WE don't want to have a look at a fence and we're going to make all our neighbors GUESS if our dog might run into the road at them uwu).

#dogblr #dog behavior #is it unreasonable to ask completely neutral behaviors from my dogs #when they're being fucking harrassed? when they just want to do their sniffy thing and pee on a bunch of stuff?? #can't even like loiter in some places bc people's dogs loose their fucking shit even if they stay on the property or are inside #like...real containment and stimulation when and now please? #nothing happened but neighbor with a dog that barks and screams at us from inside non stop #put in an electric fence and assured me this under 1 yo dog will never leave the boundary #like...okay... #sure. #let's see how that goes #like my dogs have wonderful temperaments #sorry if they're going to tell your dog off for being a piece of SHIT brenda #my dogs obviously know our yard is their territory #but they don't make a single peep for people walking on the road which is NOT theirs #i can be out of sight of entire dogs with properties out of the sight of the road #and their dogs will still be fucking yelling at mine! like shut the . fuck. up!!

[astroboots]

Summary: Jake takes it "easy" on you after a long night with Steven.

Content: intercrural sex, overstimulation. Explicit town

ASTROBOOT’S MASTERLIST | MOON KNIGHT MASTERLIST

Jake can be a real bastard sometimes. 

Like right now, for example. 

He has you trapped underneath him on the bed. Strong fingers clamped in an impenetrable circle around your wrists, pinning both your hands above your head in one of his large ones.

"Pobrecita," Jake murmurs to you. It sounds sweet the way he says it, a gentle coo in your ear, but the bastard is teasing you again. "Steven really wore you out didn't he?" 

He's grinning like the cat that got the cream. His one free hand, warm and calloused, roams the bare skin between your breast, over the softness of your belly, then lower until it’s palming the apex of your thighs.

The touch has you wracked with shivers. There’s a whine hovering precariously at the back of your throat, just waiting to come out, and it’d all you can do to bite down on your lower lip because you don't want to give him the satisfaction.

"How many times did Mr. Sunshine make you come hmm?" he asks. 

In the pitched darkness of the flat, you can barely see anything. But you swear you can somehow make out the glint in his eyes as he spreads your legs apart with an insistent nudge of his knee. 

"Once?" he asks, as his free hand massages the aching muscles of your inner thigh. It's a relief, the gentle kneading a welcome reprieve that has your tense thighs melting under his touch.

"No, he definitely did better than that. Three times? …Four even?" 

His hand cups your mound. He rests it there without any pressure, but you know he must feel the way your slick and Steven's come is still dripping out of you, soaking the bedsheets underneath. It’s messy and wet, sliding down the insides of your thighs. 

That mischievous smile spreads as wide as it goes, and  he leans down until he's so close that you can almost taste him on your lips. "Don't tell me you lost count, sweetheart."

Without warning, Jake presses down the heel of his hand into you and overwrought pleasure spears through your limbs. It's raw and unfiltered, burning along every nerve ending of your limbs, and the whine you've been keeping contained escapes and grows into a wanton moan.

Hypersensitive as you are, you still find yourself arching into the palm of his hand, searching for more, even as you squirm and whine brokenly at the extra stimulation. 

"Look how sensitive you are. I can barely touch you." His voice sounds sympathetic, but it doesn't stop his clever, teasing fingers from pressing down firm and insistent against your clit. It's a slick long glide that has your thighs trembling beneath him as he grins against your lips. 

Bastard! The teasing, insufferable, utterly lovable, bastard.

"Jake, for fuck's sake, just--" the heel of his hand grinds down against your clit, and whatever you were going to say next shatters into a broken sob as white pleasure lances through your ribcage. 

"What was that?" There's a quiet breathy laugh in your ear. He's practically giggling like a schoolgirl with how pleased he is with himself. "Need you to speak clearly, sweetheart. I didn't quite catch that."

There's a part of you screaming out that you need to act more indignant. It won't do to let Jake get ahead of himself. He gets too cocky. So smug. 

But the voice dims when your eyes meet his. The playfulness there makes your heart beat excitedly for him. As much of a bastard that he can be, the adoration in his gaze is plain to see, and any indignation in you is replaced with excitement and want all wrapped up together in your chest.

You watch him raising himself on one arm anchored to the mattress to level himself besides you. The other hand wrapped tight around the thick girth as he positions himself between your legs. Jake notches the fat head of his hard cock at your entrance, pressing in and-- Oh fuck, ouch! 

You're too sore, still aching from your earlier adventures with Steven. Even as wet as you are, it's too much. You whimper at the stinging stretch of him, hands flying to his shoulder as you dig your fingers into the muscles underneath for reprieve. Your eyes dart down to the space between you, and oh fucking hell, the tip of his cock is barely even inside of you. 

Slamming your eyes closed, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself. 

You can do this. You can take him. Want to take him. Because you know it'll be good. It always is. 

But instead of the thick drag of his cock pushing its way inside, you feel it drag out of you. The sudden emptiness has you trying to pull him down closer in protest, but he doesn't yield. 

"Open your eyes, sweetheart," Jake says, and his hand comes to cup the side of your face in encouragement. 

When you open them, his eyes are on yours, without a hint of the mischievousness that was there seconds before. "Too much yeah?"

"No, it's ok. I'm fine. I can take it."

"You're too sore to take me." 

You bite your lower lip at his retort. It feels like an insult, even though his tone implied nothing of the sort. It just feels like you've failed somehow, and it takes everything in you not to pout. 

Judging from Jake's next words, you obviously don't succeed.

"Don't pout, mi alma. You're killing me here."  

His soft tone and care for your comfort only make you want to pout even more, because god, it only makes you want him more. And your horny-addled brain is telling you to stop at nothing to get him, even if it means throwing a child's tantrum. It's ridiculous. You can wait until tomorrow when you've had a chance to recuperate. It doesn't have to be right this second, even if your unreasonable libido is screaming out that it is. 

It's just... it's more than that. It's not just the sex.

"It's been a while," you confess, and you’re glad for the darkness of the room, hoping he can’t catch the embarrassment you feel burning across your cheeks. You rarely do this with Jake. The vulnerability. 

In the dark, you can't quite make out the details of his expression, but you can see Jake tilt his head curiously at you like a confused pet.

"With you," you clarify. "I haven't seen you for a while. I missed you."

Between Marc's secret missions and Steven's punishing shifts to make up for his absence at the museum when he returned, you feel like you've barely gotten glimpses of Marc or Steven since they've been back. With Jake you have not even gotten that.

Tonight is the first proper night you've had with them uninterrupted. It's why Steven might have gotten a little bit ahead of himself once he took over from Marc... (Not that you minded. You never mind). And this is the first you’ve seen of Jake at all. 

Jake doesn't say anything, but you can practically hear the gears turn in his head as he keeps his eyes steady on you. His gaze inscrutable in a way you can't decipher in the dark. 

Then, unceremoniously, he slumps back down on the mattress next to you. 

"On your side," he instructs as his hand comes to your hips. Tugging to arrange you to his liking, he has you turn you over until you're facing away from him and lying on your shoulder. 

"Close your legs, beautiful." He's already placing a hand on the outside of your thigh, pressing until you do as he asked, "Yes, mi alma, squeeze them together. Just like that."

Dropping his hands from your hip, you can't see what he's doing, can only hear the rustle of sheets from behind you before he's shuffled closer to you, and you feel the warm, reassuring heat of his chest press up along your entire back. 

There's a moment of confusion as you feel his cock, hard and twitching, pressed up against you. 

His mouth comes to your ear, hot as his teeth nip at the shell of your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you like this."

You feel him, his cock pressing against the back of your thighs before it slips wetly between them, sliding against your folds, without slipping inside you. The bulbous head of his cock presses wet and slick against your clit, and you swear you can feel every gorgeous detail of the shape of him as he thrusts forward again. 

Everything tingles, from the tip of your ears down to the curl of your toes at the strange sensation. It's a smooth and wet and slippery. With each glide between your thighs, the girthy length of him drags along your folds. There are no pleasurable nerve endings between your thighs, and yet-- As his cock slides against you, the barely there pressure against your clit with every thrust has that familiar warmth pooling in your belly. Pleasure rises fast and blinding, and your fingers dig into the sheet until you worry you might rip them in two.

"Fuck, sweetheart, think you can come like this? Nothing inside. Just my cock rubbing that pretty pussy?"

His thighs tremble, a groan stuttering in your ear as his hand grips onto your hips deep and rough. 

"So fucking pretty like this, fucking gorgeous. Feel so fucking soft."

It's not enough. As good as it feels, the pleasure that ebbs and flows with the press if Jake's cock against you is not enough. It wouldn't take you long to come at all if he kept his cock against your clit, rubbing himself against you. Each press forward is like a shock of electricity along your spine, sudden and ecstatic and overwhelming all at once. But it never lasts long enough, each thrust drawing back before you can revel in the maddening pleasure that is slowly building. You feel yourself chasing the sensation as soon as it leaves you, wanting and frustrated.

You're shaking and sobbing. It's so much, and still not enough, even as you are grinding backwards to prolong the sensation, riding out your own overstimulation against the shape of his cock. You don’t know if it’s making it better or worse, but all you know is that you don’t want to stop, can’t stop, craving that slick drag of the hard shape of his cock against your clit. 

“You want to ride it? Hmm? Go ahead, I won’t stop you”

"Jake, I--" you don't get very far. The word hanging on the tip of your tongue, with nowhere to go. Your climax is so close you feel like you can almost touch it, clinging onto the skin of your fingertips but it is still out of reach with how overstimulated the man's got you. 

"What is it, sweetheart, hmm?"

"Please, just-- please," you manage to sob out. 

He tilts your head backwards until his mouth can capture yours. Despite the awkward angle, you're glad for it. The sweet press of his lips against yours as he keeps whispering words of praise and encouragement that has you hurtling forward towards your inevitable climax. 

"I got you. Don't worry," he says into your mouth as he keeps pressing small, gentle kisses on your lips. "Always going to take care of you".

His hand dips down to the curve of your hip, down the softness of your belly, down between your thighs until you feel the feathersoft touch of his fingertips press down on your clit. As overwrought and worked up as you are, it should be unbearable, too much. But his fingers are soft and careful—adoring—even as he moves them in small little circles, measured and precise, and far more gentle than anyone would ever expect from Jake.

After having been teased so long, the steady, consistent pressure of his fingers is everything you need. Pleasure clings to your spine, climbing it to wrap around your lungs until you’re gasping for air.

"There we go, that's right. Let go, sweetheart. Let go for me." 

Pure unadulterated bliss washes over you in merciful tides, and you cling to Jake. Your fingers digging into the arm that is wrapped around you with unforgiving strength. Your nails carve into his flesh as if to mark him in any manner you can as it overtakes you. Rapturous pleasure sears along every nerve and cell in your body, and it nearly has you screaming into his mouth.

Your throat is raw and burning, and you realize it's not nearly, not maybe, you are.

But Jake takes it all, letting you dig your nails in, swallowing every sound you give him, holding you tight, as the room and your surroundings seems to blur around the edge. The steady firmness of the mattress disintegrates underneath you, leaving you floating, ungrounded. Jake's arms, still tightly wrapped around your chest and waist is your only anchor to reality as you come undone for him. 

Overwhelming as it is, overwrought as you are, you know it's okay for you to fall apart in this space, because Jake will catch you and so you let yourself fall into it.

It's heady and disorientating. Rapture pouring into you, and you barely manage to remember where you are as you feel Jake tightens his hold, with a tortured groan.

He's thrusting against you, long, drawn-out glides, that grow shorter and more impatient. His hips stutter into you once, twice and then you feel it, the way his cock jerks and twitches against you. New warm wetness coating the inside of your thighs, as Jake spills his seed across your skin and out along the sheets.

For a long moment there is nothing but your combined breaths, ragged and sharp in the darkness. Your body prickles with the buzzing sensation still swimming in your veins, and it takes you an even longer moment to recognize that Jake's arms are still tightly wrapped around you as if he doesn't want to let go.

As his breathing steadies, his mouth presses sweet almost demure kisses against the back of your neck, your shoulder, and the middle of your spine.

"Was that okay, mi alma?" he murmurs.

You hum, nodding blissfully. "More than okay, Jake."

"Good. Next time, tell Sunshine not to go so overboard or I'm going to be fighting him for the front seat and wear you out before he gets a chance."

You can't help but laugh.

Jake can be a bastard sometimes. But that’s all right because he’s your bastard.

a/n: to be notified of new writing updates follow @astroboots-writes and turn on notifs 🤡💖🤡

Dedication: to my beta-reader and prawn supreme queen, shrimply the shrimpiest of them all @thirstworldproblemss.

#oscar isaac #moon knight #jake lockley x reader #marvel #mcu #moon knight fanfiction #jake lockley x you #jake lockley #moon knight tv #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfic #cici writes #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight smut

[deadqueerboys]

More Simpbur smut?

(Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please)

I guess I have to talk about this; (male!reader)

Simpbur is just LITERALLY a simp, even if he's not dating you. Even if he needs to trick you for that, he's doing it! He's simping you from far away!

Plus: I TOLD YOU GUYS I WAS GOING TO WRITE AGAIN!! Dare me, bitch.

Simpbur does the usual, going to your favorite bar, but instead of looking at you for hours, he decided to sit close to you. He's a gentleman, obviously. He needs to try to make you comfortable at first.. It takes a long time until he got you drunk enough to have sex with him.

Simpbur enters in your room. Both are so messy right now. He can't contain his happiness. He has been dreaming about this for ages!

He doesn't even care about asking for you: "Are you sure?". He just keeps kissing you, his hands around your waist, making you stay closer to him. The door slammed behind them, you giggle, clearly drunk and feeling horny dumb. You kissed him, it felt so real to Simpbur, your lips were his passion.

Simpbur lay you on your own bed, desperate to see you through those silly clothes. He knows what he's doing. He's ready for that. He takes your pants off, kissing your thighs and your cover lower area like if it was the cure for his sickness. When you moan, he takes it as an order, taking your underwear and making the things that he knows pleasure you. He kisses the base of your cock, a lot of little kisses, he's so in love with it!! He starts to sucking you, slowly to be more teasing.

"Mhm, yes, please.." You can't even say his name. Do you know his name? Ugh.. probably not.

Simpbur goes deep throat, putting all that he can on his mouth. It feels too big, way too big.. He takes it faster, his hand taking care of what he couldn't handle with his mouth. His lips were so red and juicy that it looked like paradise. Simpbur looks up to you, waiting for some sign that he is doing great. He has such a praise kink.

You notice it, obviously. "Oh.." It get out of your mouth accidentally. But then your cock feels tight on his throat, you moan one more time. "Mhm, you're doing so great for me, sweetheart.." it was better then try to remember his name. Was it.. Jared? It felt like it was Jared, but you couldn't risk.

The compliment gives him stimulation, with his other hand, he places your foot on his covered cock, you felt it twitching, he was so crazy about you that he almost came just from you calling him by a pet name. He gives you a hint to step on it, so you do. He moans on your dick, almost choking. His eyes roll of pleasure while his body goes further, feeling the necessity of your touch. Simpbur looks at you with puppy eyes.

"Yes, honey?" You understand the hint, your hand grabbing his hair and making he go even deeper. You keep moving your feet on his covered cock, it felt so good and so wrong, but who are you to judge a random man fetish? Specially one that you just met and now you're fucking with him on your house. "Do you like that, huh? Are you a good boy for me?" You whispers, smirking while biting your lips.

Simpbur can't hold anymore, tears rolling from his eyes while his hips roll on your feet, he whimpers on your dick like a slut, cumming while he cries. It was a funny but teasing image, trying to be nice with him, you force yourself to cum, so he could rest and breath properly.

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[eatmangoesnekkid]

The male body has to make pilgrimages to sit at the feet of men, the masters and gurus. The only thing that the female has to do is to keep communication open to nature and come home to her body. --India Ame'ye, Author

This is absolutely no shade to men or male bodies. Men and male bodies are valuable, beautiful, and necessary. However, it's a reminder that what we've been taught to believe is real and true around spirituality ( and pretty much everything else) was born from the male mind and never meant for us in the first place. Please consider no longer prioritizing the advice or perspectives of men. You can consider it if you like, but do not center it until you filter what's being said or exemplified through the channels of your own female body. Even with yoga, the female body works best with more flowy practices as oppose to sharp rigidity. Come home to your body and trust your heart and soul.

Since the beginning of time, most gynecologists have been men. Men have been writing women's stories for centuries. We became less and less embodied and trapped and stagnated in our root and sacral chakras, looking for daddy doctor to save us, which did one of three things: 1. caused us to attract lovers who only want to fuck but don't want to love on or care for us 2. made us sexually confused, sexually performative, or incompetent/stuck in our heads, dissociated from our bodies and libidos, and see our bodies as tools/containers for male pleasure. 3. made it difficult for to us to relax comfortable in our grown bodies and just be without stimulants and entertainment.

Now we love the root and sacral chakras. No chakra heirarchy is allowed in this work. Just know though that when your energy is not moving, it's impossible for you to feel good in your body. That is one of the biggest issues I find. Many women just do not feel good in their bodies. When you don't feel good, you constantly reach out into the external world for its distractions, subjected to its bullshit and lies because you haven't learned to cultivate your own energy. You must begin to midwife yourself through the chronic over-stimulation and boredom and begin to script your life consciously. Such a profound version of love. Self-love.

This work is not a quick-fix. It is journey that won't happen overnight at first until suddenly, one day, there is a quantum leap, then another one. It calls for us to be more available to SIMPLE activities like "belly breathing" or "breast stroking with emotion" to begin the masterful process of raising our energy up and beyond the root and sacral, allowing it infuse into our heart. This is one of many ways we open up our hearts, Loved Ones. You no longer need to blame men or women or any relationship style for what is going on within you because you can just go inside and penetrate your breasts, eyes, etc. with more loving energy that projects out to create a higher frequency and quality of magnetism. This is what I will teach you when it's time.

It may sound too good to be true, but when women (and other womb holders) start prioritizing our health and happiness through simple acts like "feet work," it changes the world, men included. That's because the male body is primally-wired to be influenced and impacted by the happiness of the female. If women are happy, generally men (children, animals, and the natural world) get on board and become happier. Start listening to your female body more and developing a more inward focus in these times so that you can cultivate your energy and orbit this magic to recalibrate the world. The microcosmic orbit.

Care for your nervous system and cultivate greater inner peace so that you can create a more peaceful impact upon the world. What are you letting go off? What's is your heart's deepest desire when you truly get quieter and really listen? What does it look and feel like to create a life of your highest wellbeing?

One Loveliness,India

[jounosnumberoneslut]

How they would react to your nipple piercings and how much they like them?

headcanons

short scenarios

Sorry for the grammatical mistakes english isn't my native language!

pairings... reader x Dazai Osamu; Chuuya Nakahara; Fyodor Dostoyevsky; Nikolai Gogol; Sigma; Tecchou Suehiro; Jouno Saigiku;

contains... slightlysmut!, breastplay, nippleplay, alcohol, mentions of cigarette, dirty talk, nudity, mentions of cocksucking and sex

Dazai 8/10

You are Dazai’s coworker in the Agency. You flirted sometimes, everyone knew you will end up in his bed. One Friday night you two went out to drink and he brought you up to his apartment.

When you entered in the front door, couldn’t get enough from each others mouth. He wanted you so much like you him. Dazai ripped off your clothes, only let your lingerie on. He massaged your boobs across the bra. You let out soft moans as your piercing stimulated your nipples. He lied you onto his bed, kissed you passionately while unclipsed your bra and resolutely grabbed your tits. He felt the metal balls the sides of your nipple and grinned into your mouth.

„Ohh Bella, what is this tiny toy? Is it for me? If you had said it before, I had dragged down your clothes and fucked you on my desk. But now... I wanna taste it, and hope this won’t be my last time”

Chuuya 9/10

Chuuya is one of your best friend, you two usually hang out, never had intimate relationship. You desired him but didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

One summer night you had to go down to the grocery store, wear only a tight and thin white top without bra and shorts. Then from the nowhere a message has arrived from Chuuya. „Please come up to me, there is little problem, hurry!” You ran to his apartment, luckily you two lived close to each other. You had keys to him, entered his home. He stretched out on his couch, before him on the table a half empty wineglass. He stood up as you arrived, and walked toward you, with an empty cigarette packet in his hand. This was the problem... You took out a packet cigarette from your bag and wanted to give him, but he stand before you with widened eyes. He stared your tits, placed his hands to your hips and slowly ran up under your breasts.

„Baby, if you knew how much this view turns me on. And not the alcohol say this. I always fantasied about you, but these suprised me, and made me hard. What if we try to level up our relationship? Please baby, I need you!”

Fyodor 3/10

You work as Fyodor’s assistent. You admire him and slowly you fell in love. He’s a real bastard, Fyodor likes to take advantage of you.

You never knew what’s in his head, there was time when he made you to suck him off. One day he hiked your skirt up and fucked you from behind. He used you to satisfy his needs Never touched you or undressed you naked...until today.

You brought tea to his office, he sat behind his desk and computer. You put down the cup before him and stood back, waited his next order. He sipped his tea, smiled and honeyed commanded you to strip to him. You blushed and swallowed hard before started, to take off your dress. Standing only your lacy lingerie ahead of your boss made you shiver. You slowly unclipsed your bra, let it fall to the ground. Fyodor eyes widened as gazed your bare breasts for the first time and realised your jewel.

„Myshka, I didn’t notice your sinful thingy before. I regret, you messed up your beautiful, silky skin with that metal. Now please show me what kind of voices will come out of your soft lips, if you play with them. Caress yourself and dance to me.”

Nikolai 10/10

You are have empoyed a small aparment while enjoying Sigma’s casino. In the two weeks that you were there, you gambled continuously.

In the first days you felt, someone is staring you while you played the games. You noticed a strange figure in white clothes, in the corner. He didn’t do nothing just smiled at you from afar. You always smiled at him back. Sometimes he bought you cocktails, tried to make contact with you.

When you felt his gaze in your own room as well, your holiday at the Casino took a sinister turn. You showered and washed your hair in your bathroom, when your doorbell rang. You wrapped one smaller towel around your hair, one around your wet body and slipped into your bathrobe. You opened the door and that young handsome white haired clown stood before you. You tried to ask what can you help but he sensually brushed his lips to yours and closed the door behind his back. He ripped off all the fabric from you and roughly grabbed your tits, played with your peaked nipples while his tongue massaged your own.

„Dove, if you knew how long I’ve been wanting to feel these shiny piercings! I’m already hard, want to bite them, then cum on your beautiful rosy tips. My darling, what do you think? Do you want my tongue to be pierced?”

Sigma 6/10

You are with your boyfriend Sigma two weeks ago. He is shy a little, because he never had relationship before and don’t want to rush anything.

You spent the night at him, waited tolerantly when he want to give his virginity to you. Didn’t want to hurry him, but you have a handsome boyfriend and you didn’t do anything besides kissing and cuddling. You couldn’t wait any longer. Sigma went to bath, in the meantime you were able to undress under under the blanket. He walked out from the bathroom, with his hair in a mussed bun and towel around his waist. You sat next to you and caressed your cheek. It’s the perfect time, you playfully pulled him down to the soft bed and lied onto him and gave him a small kiss. Your breasts pressed against his naked chest. He blushed hard, his nipples erected (too) as he felt the cold steels on his warm skin.

„What is this feeling on my chest love? Is it what I think? Are you this bad girl? I’d be lying if I said I don’t like it. Can I play with them right?”

Tecchou 7/10

You dated and Tecchou are dating. He all the times escorted you home, last time he kissed you before said goodbye. This is the third time together, you were in cinema.

You wore a slinky, short black dress without bra under it. Tecchou couldn’t hide his feelings about your look, he stared you more then the movie. After the end, you walked with you home like the previous times. He kissed you passionately, couldn’t control his own hands. Groped your hips and ran below your ass. You quietly moaned into his mouth, then he broke the kiss and apologized, didn’t want to be much. You kissed his cheek and invited him to your home (bedroom). As you locked the door behind you, Tecchou kissed you deeply, then placed small kisses to your cheek and neck while carefully pulled the zipper down on the back of your dress. He slowly pulled down the fabric, kissed your collarbone with his eyes closed but they widened when he felt your piercings on his tongue.

„Honey, are these hurt you? Please tell me they aren’t, want to play with them so much. My little presents.”

Jouno 9/10

You worked as a hunting dog, your boss is Fukuchi like Jouno’s. Your mission was to chase after a corparation, but those bastards found you faster than you them. They rushed into your home with guns, you just managed to protect yourself. Fukuchi commanded to Jouno, take care of you in these days.

You two were in good relationship, maybe you felt a little more about him. He let you to sleep in his bed and he slept on the couch. You had pain in your full body, you were injured as well. Jouno always asked, what can he help, but you always declined, didn’t want to tire him. (but he wanted to do something, couldn’t listen your aching muscles anymore) You went to the bathroom to run hot water into the tub. When it was full, you took off your clothes and sat in. You lied back, let the hot water numbs your aching body parts. An idea came up, shout out to Jouno, asked him to wash your body because you know, he can’t see your naked body and you are injured and he is your nurse. He blushed, wanted to help but not thought about like this. He felt how will this end up. He kneeled down next to the tub, watered his hands and forced out some shower gel to his palm. He carefully massaged your back and shoulder then down to your sides. You whispered to his ears, he have to wash you everywhere and led his hands to your breast. He squeezed them softly, pinched your nipples and gently pulled your piercings a little. He cocky smiled and chuckled.

„What kind of dirty girl you are? You are injured and teasing me like this? If you’ll be better I’ll punish you. But now, I could be gentle, if you are in?”

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Kinktober '22 Day 11- (Ningning) Ning Yizhuo

Prompt: Fucking Machine

Word Count: 814

Synopsis: Camgirl!Ningning gets fucked by a machine while her partner/cameraman watches. All she really wants is them.

Consists of: Sub!Ningning, GN Dom!Reader, Fucking Machine, Camgirl!Ningning, Cameraman!Reader, Degradation (Ning receiving), Exhibitionism, Ning is a whore, Brief mention of dizziness, Brief fingering (Ning receiving), Sex work

"Smile for the camera, Ning," I coo as Ningning mewls from below. She forms a dazed smile with her lips, swollen from her biting them in hopes of containing her moans, "You like getting fucked like this don't you? So desperate for sex that you'd fuck a robot, hmm?"

"W-want you," she moans out, as if that wasn't clear already. She's made many feeble attempts at grabbing me and pulling me down to the bed with her. But she knows I can't, I won't touch her yet; me and the 2,000 people tuned into our stream will only be watching tonight.

"Too bad," I move closer to her to get a good shot of her face as it contorts in pleasure. The fat cock from the machine going into her at a moderate pace for the time being, yet Ningning is acting like she's getting railed into next week. Whether she's putting on a show for the viewers or trying to make me see what I'm missing, I'm not entirely sure. But I see the way her eyes look beyond the camera, fixing themselves on my face.

"Tell them how good it feels baby."

"Feels so-" she cuts herself off with an overdramatic moan, "fucking good. I wanna cum so bad."

"Well then we should help you get there then, yeah?" I wave the remote to the fuck machine at her with a sinister smile.

Her eyes widen, realizing what's next, "W-wait-" but she's too late, I've already turned the appliance up to the max, "OH MY GOD, FUCK!"

The moans Ningning lets out are real now, that's clear to anyone's ears. She's whining and wailing like she's gonna die; it is absolutely pathetic.

"Look at this little slut, so fucking needy. Clenching her pussy around a device when I'm right here," I talk to the camera, speaking of Ningning like she isn't even there, just how she likes it. Ningning likes being seen as a whore, if she didn't would she being putting on this little performance right now? Getting off for perverted strangers on the internet? Knowing what they do while they watch her, loving the feeling of thousands of eyes on her.

Ning's body shakes with every hit of the cock onto her g-spot, she reaches for me and I allow her to grasp onto my hand as she begs and pleads for nothing in particular, "I...feel so dizzy. I'm gonna- shit- gonna cum for you," she clenches my palm, tears forming in her eyes.

"Dumb slut's gonna cum on her plastic cock? Let everyone see how you cream it, baby," I give her my permission to let go; releasing her hand and putting it on her pussy, urging her to rub herself. Ningning obeys, quickly, and harshly stroking her clit.

"Please. Please, please, please, please, please," she whimpers as she nears her high, and just like that, she's surrendering, giving into her pleasure. I hear several dings coming from the computer that's showing the comments and payment from the stream. Tip after tip roll in as Ningning continues to mindlessly grind her cunt against the contrivance, still chasing all the stimulation.

"Good job, baby. You did so well for me, honey," I push her hair out of her face with my free hand, stroking her cheek afterwards. With my other hand, I'm getting another close up of her blissed out face, "You're almost done baby, but you've got to show us the mess you made."

I turn the machine off and Ningning slowly pulls her body away from it, her cunt was gripping around it so tight that anyone would think that she wanted it to stay in her. Her cum covers the toy, thick, white, and sticky. I then do a close up of her pussy, shoving two finger in Ning and scissoring them inside of her, she gasps at the feeling. When I pull them out, I spread the digits to reveal her essence webbing between them; shoving the fingers into her mouth soon after. The sight of her tasting herself sets off another roll of remunerate.

"So sexy, baby. You love showing off for the camera don't you?"

"Love it so much, 'like having everyone watching me," she starts to idly play with her tits as she speaks, "I hope all of you were able to get off too, I've gotta go get cleaned up now. See you all next week!" she says sweetly, as if she wasn't just getting fucked by a machine on camera, then blows a kiss to the camera, sending all of her viewers off.

"I hope you don't think that we're done? I haven't even gotten to touch you yet," I tease.

Ningning gives me a mischievous smile before grabbing my hand and pulling me on top of her, "Well then you better start now."

It's gonna be one hell of a night.

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Prompt from: @waterkelpies

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist 🎃

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[archiveikemen]

"Black Wedding" Story Event: Epilogue 🔞

Liam's Route

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Today, Liam and I had our wedding with Crown as the witnesses.

However, something unexpected happened during the ceremony—.

(... I didn’t expect to not be able to kiss him to seal our vows.)

Liam: Sorry, Kate. I… oh my goodness…

Right when we were about to kiss, Liam picked me up in his arms and dashed out of the wedding hall like a cat.

I was finally regaining my composure after being startled by the sudden gesture.

(Come to think of it…)

– Flashback Start –

Liam: … I hope that when we have our real wedding someday, it will have nothing to do with missions.

Liam: I’ll give you a bouquet of modern roses so big that you can’t hold them.

Liam: … And I’ll seal our vows with a kiss. Ah, but I don’t want anyone witnessing that.

– Flashback End –

I recalled what Liam said to me on the night of our fake wedding we held for an undercover investigation, back when we had just become lovers.

Kate: By any chance, was that because you didn't want anyone witnessing our kiss…?

Liam: ...

Liam: … Yeah. Your face looks too adorable when we’re kissing.

Liam: When I thought of others seeing your face, I couldn't bring myself to stay put.

(So that's what happened…)

Listening to Liam’s point of view made my facial expression involuntarily soften.

Liam: … Do you hate me now?

Liam: … I’ll go crazy if you hate me. I’ll do anything to make you not hate me.

Liam: So—

Kate: I can never hate you, alright? I was just surprised, that’s all.

Liam: Really?

Liam: Ahh, that’s good…

Kate: But there /is/ one thing I’m quite dissatisfied with.

Liam: Dissatisfied? I… I don’t want you to be unhappy.

Liam: Can you tell me what is it you’re dissatisfied with?

Kate: I want a kiss to seal our vows, right here and now. … I was really looking forward to it.

Liam: … Kate.

Liam: Since it’s such an adorable complaint, I’ll be glad to give you what you want.

Liam heaved a sigh of relief and put me on the bed.

We faced each other on the white sheets.

(... We just said our vows to each other, but I’m still feeling nervous.)

Liam: Listen, Kate.

Liam held my hand tightly and looked into my eyes.

Liam: You are very well-liked by many people. It’s inevitable that everyone will come to like you.

Liam: But the person who thinks about you more than anyone else… is me.

Liam: Tomorrow, the day after, and every day after that… I’ll love you with all my heart.

Kate: … Liam.

Liam: I promise that to you and no one else. — I love you, Kate.

He touched my cheek, and I felt his breath on my lips.

Closing the gap between us, our lips met in a kiss.

Kate: Haah…

Our kiss grew deeper, and he pushed me down onto the sheets.

Liam removed his jacket and looked down at me.

Those dangerous, fierce, yet gentle eyes made my body heat rise.

Liam: … Hey, Kate.

Kate: Hm…?

Liam: I don't want to take it off yet. … Shall I do you while you keep your wedding dress on?

With a bewitching smile, Liam slipped his hand under my dress and ran his fingers across my chest.

Sweet sighs of pleasure escaped my lips as I felt the sweet stimulation under my dress.

Liam: Does this feel even better than usual? … You’re so cute.

Liam ripped my dress off and caressed my thighs while dropping kisses on my bare skin.

Liam: This garter belt is awfully sexy… can I ruin it?

Kate: … Liam.

Liam removed my garter belt with his teeth in a manner that looked like he was intentionally trying to put on a show for me.

He narrowed his eyes as he plunged his fingers into the area between my legs, seemingly able to tell that I was getting turned on.

Kate: Nn… aahh…

Liam: Doing you like this… my bride is such a naughty girl.

Obscene wet noises echoed through the room, and his fingers gradually went faster.

He was going faster than usual, and my heart celebrated a little when I realised that Liam was losing his composure.

(... I want our bodies to become one quickly.)

We had just vowed our love for each other, but I wanted more.

Meeting Liam taught me that love had no limits.

Kate: … Haah, Liam. … That’s enough.

Liam: … Uh

Kate: I want you…

Liam: —!

Liam: … I wanted to be as gentle as possible. … I can’t control myself anymore.

I felt something warm touch the spot between my legs, a loud wet noise sounded out the moment he pushed himself into me.

Kate: Ahh…!

Liam: … Nngh, haah…

We held our bodies close as if pouring our feelings into each other.

Liam stopped moving and hugged me.

Kate: … Liam?

Liam: … Sorry.

Liam: … I’m so happy right now that… I feel like you might just vanish…

Kate: … I’m not going to vanish. We just promised to always be together, right?

Liam: … Right.

Liam’s voice trembled as he embraced me again, as if making sure that I was really there.

Liam: I hope that you’ll still be by my side tomorrow.

…

(Mm…)

I woke up still with the afterglow from last night, and Liam’s smiling face came into view.

Liam: Good morning, Kate.

Kate: Good morning, Liam. Sorry, I slept longer than I should.

Liam: Nuh-uh. I was a little too rough with you last night.

When I sat up on the bed, laying next to the bed was—

Kate: That’s…

A bouquet of modern roses so huge that it looked impossible to hold.

Liam: I borrowed the kitchen to make you some breakfast. I’ll go heat it up for you.

Liam: I’ll get you some coffee after you're done eating. And after you get dressed, let me do your hair.

Liam: And—

Kate: Liam, hang on.

It was nothing uncommon to have Liam being this devoted to me, but he somehow seemed more enthusiastic than usual today.

Liam smiled at me while I was trying to figure out why.

Liam: We’re married, and yet it still feels like you’re not mine yet.

Liam: You’re far too attractive for me.

Liam sat down onto the bed and gently caressed my hair.

Liam: I’ll become a stronger and kinder man. I want to always be with you.

Kate: … I feel like I haven't fully won you over too.

Kate: I’ll also work towards becoming a stronger and kinder person. … Because I want you to like me forever.

Overflowing with love, I pulled Liam into a hug.

He said in a small voice.

Liam: … I’ll want to do you again if you keep hugging me like this.

Kate: That’s… fine with me.

Liam: …

Liam: One fine day I’m going to die from the amount of happiness you give me.

I tightly hugged the man I love again, to prevent my love from overflowing.

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[sanjoongie]

FFF~ Day 19

♡Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f) x Kang Yeosang

♡Genre: Smut with no plot :)

♡Au: office workers, bar workers, friends to friends w/benefits

♡Word Count: 2,297

♡Warnings: public sex, cum shot, cum eating, cock rubbing pussy lips stimulation (what is this even called?), double penetration, hard/sadistic dom yeo/ soft sub hongjoong/ melty sub reader, m/m/f orgasm (multiple acutally oh gods), anal sex (f recieving), mxm

♡Rated: 18+ MDNI

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Fem Dom, PSH | Next Day~ Collar, JWY

♡Dedication~ @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

“Are you finally going to ask V out on a date?” Yeosang asked as he and Hongjoong walked down the streets to go meet you at the bar you worked at.

Hongjoong contemplated the sky. “I just… I don’t want to ruin anything, Yeosang.”

Yeosang smirked but then hid it immediately. “But you’ve had a crush on her since high school. Don’t you think it’s gone on long enough?”

Hongjoong steeled his shoulders. “I’ll! I’ll try today. Yes. I’ll finally ask V if she’ll consider dating me.”

Not while she’s on my dick, Yeosang thought to himself. Yeosang sent you a quick text to let you know that Hongjoong was coming to your bar for dinner and his purpose but Yeosang would meet you out back. Yeosang slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“I’m going to head home, I’m too tired to socialize tonight, Joong,” Yeosang said, stretching his arms above his head.

Hongjoong sent him a confused look. “So you just convinced me to ask V out but you’re not going to be there to shove it in my face?”

Yeosang laughed, light and airy, and not his real laugh at all. “I’ll let you have your moment, Hongjoong. You don’t need me rubbing it in your face that it took you long enough when she says yes.”

Hongjoong looked a bit wistful but he nodded resolutely. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

Yeosang strode off down the road and when he heard Hongjoong enter the bar, he turned the corner to the back street of the bar V worked at. He was leaning against the opposite wall when you burst through the back door.

“Why is Hongjoong confessing to me?!” You demanded. You were breathing hard from running to the back and you were a bit flustered.

Yeosang smirked from his place at the wall. “Because I told him he should.”

“Yeosang!” You scolded him, hands on your hips. “Now is not the time.”

Yeosang pushed himself off the wall with his foot and walked towards you confidently. “Why’s that, V? It’s not like you’re seeing anyone right now.”

You back up at Yeosang’s approach. You swallowed hard, eyes downcast. “You know exactly why now is not a good time.”

Yeosang tipped your head up, barely containing his smile. “Say it. Or I won’t give it to you.”

“Because I’m your good little slut,” You said in a hushed town. 

“You ARE my good little slut, aren’t you?” Yeosang murmured against your lips before carefully capturing your lips in a sultry lip lock that had your panties moistening immediately.

You whined into his lips and pushed on his chest. “Not at work, please, Yeosang.”

“Oh but you love being dirty at work, don’t you?” Yeosang chuckled. He spun you around so that your back was against his chest and his fingers found your panties, pulling up the short skirt you were made to wear as a uniform. “You’re already wet, kitten.”

“Yeosang,” You struggled weakly in his arms. The man had a hold of your libido at this point. The accidental drunk fuck in this back alley once had turned into many clandestine affairs in the cool air behind your work. You were addicted to these quick and hot moments but tonight felt different.

“Why would you convince Hongjoong to confess to me tonight, when you’re just going to do this?” You whispered as his lips pecked kisses along the slope of your shoulder and neck. 

“Because I can,” Yeosang replied simply.

He yanked your underwear down to your thighs and slipped his hard cock from his pants. When you weakly protested about his cum leaking out of you while you served customers, he chuckled again. “V, you’re cute. Like you haven’t done that so many times before. In fact, last time you were so turned on that you made me come back and fuck it back into you.”

“Yeosang,” You groaned his name, “Please, not with Hongjoong.”

Yeosang sighed, pretending to sound disappointed. "I suppose I could listen to your request this one time." So instead he slipped his cock between your squeezed thighs, the top of his shaft running along your pussy lips. "How's this, Kitten?"

"Yeosang," You gasped as the head of his cock dragged along your clit and lips and hole but never did it threaten to penetrate you. 

"Be a good little slut for me, hmmm?" Yeosang hummed into your ear, causing you to shiver in reaction, "Treat me good, Kitten."

You rocked your hips as Yeosang fucked your thighs from behind, a very close interpretation of fucking. You could feel your thighs getting wet, Yeosang's precum and your slickness dripping down your thighs. "I can be good for you, Yeosang."

"So desperate for me, aren't you?" Yeosang murmured. He pulled out his phone and opened his messages to Hongjoong's.

Yeosang: Hey, I changed my mind. I'm just having a smoke out back, wanna come out?

Yeosang slipped his phone back into his pocket just as you whined for him again. "I'm gonna come like this, Yeosang, are you almost there?"

Yeosang chuckled, "I've been holding back the minute my cock touched your sweet pussy lips."

You groaned out loud and Hongjoong chose that moment to burst through the backdoor to see what Yeosang was doing to you.

Hongjoong's eyes flew open and his mouth opened and closed like a fish. "Yeo--V?"

Yeosang, the bugger, didn't stop thrusting between your legs.

"Hong--hongjoong!" You used your hands to shield your cunt from him but Yeosang's cock head hit your palms and caused him to moan loudly at the contact. "Yeosang!" You shouted.

Hongjoong spun around on his heel, turning around immediately. "I didn't--Yeosang!--what is this?"

"Just wanted you to get a preview of what you're signing up for when you ask V out," Yeosang teased, still fucking the outside of your cunt. "Move your hand, kitten, I'm finishing."

Hongjoong looked over his shoulder quickly and then went back to staring at the door. "I don't understand," he whined.

"If you want V, you get me in the same deal," Yeosang grunted, his orgasm chasing after him. "Did you know, V, Hongjoong and I had a fun little fling that one weekend during college when you went away for Christmas to Cuba?"

"Yeosang!" Hongjoong protested.

"He was so whiny for me. Just like how you are for me. My two cute little subbies. This is why neither of you two got together. You need me to hold us together."

"What are you suggesting?" You demanded. Your pussy was throbbing and you wanted to come too. 

"I think that I should finish our orgasms, Hongjoong should take my load and then we should fuck you at the same time," Yeosang offered shamelessly.

"That is so fucking nasty! Yeosang!" You scolded him.

The more shocking part of this conversation was actually Hongjoong turning around and dropping to his knees. He wouldn't look up at you but he had the prettiest blush on his cheeks. "I wanna do that."

"See?" Yeosang hooted, a huge grin blooming on his face, "Let Hongjoong fuck your pussy, he won't last long, don't worry. I'll be here for moral support, he'll need it. Your pussy is that good."

"Yeo-yeosang!" You stuttered his name. "Joong?" You couldn't help but wonder if this was truly okay.

Hongjoong's eyes were big and bright and eager. "Please."

"Oh-okay, Joong," You agreed breathlessly.

Hongjoong opened his mouth, tongue out flat to catch what Yeosang would give to him. Yeosang picked up the pace, groaning at the feeling of your pussy lips clenching down but not receiving anything. "You're both such eager little sluts for me, look at you two."

Yeosang made the final pass along your clit that pushed you into your orgasm. You whined through the entire thing and that was the final straw for Yeosang. Your slippery lips whispering along his length made him come hard. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He spurted onto Hongjoong's waiting tongue but because of his sloppy thrusting between your legs, it got all over Hongjoong's face too, making the kneeling man close his eyes cutely. 

"Oh my fucking god," You exclaimed, watching it all enfold as you were enjoying your high.

"Now," Yeosang said with a shaky sigh, "I'm going to lean up against the wall here. Is it okay for me to fuck your ass while Hongjoong's dick gets a good taste of your cunt, Kitten? I'm all lubricated from your cum. You're such a wet little slut." Yeosang halted cooing at you and in a sterner tone said, "Hongjoong, clean yourself up already, jesus, you're pathetic."

Hongjoong cutely wiped Yeosang's cum from his face and stood up. "Please say yes, V. I would lo-love to fuck your pu-pussy," He stuttered over his words, getting redder by the moment.

Yeosang pulled out from between your legs and shuffled until his back hit the brick wall behind the both of you. "Up to you, V."

You cupped Hongjoong's face, "Are you sure?"

Hongjoong licked his lips ardently. "Yes. Absolutely."

You arched an eyebrow at him. "Didn't you come here with the intention of asking me to start dating you?"

Hongjoong giggled. "Who says we can't have both?"

Yeosang rolled his eyes. "Can you two come here so we can fuck?"

Yeosang fucked your ass, stretching you out in a familiar way, whispering about how you were such a dirty slut for him. Hongjoong slipped into your pussy with a satisfied cry, his hands trembling as he settled them on your shoulders where Yeosang was occupied with holding you in between the two of them, his hands cupping the undersides of your knees. 

"I'm so stuffed," You cried out, biting down on your lip.

"Love having two dicks in you, don't you?" Yeosang grunted. As much as he loved your pussy, your puckered hole was a whole other experience. He loved how it made you feel like it was a dirty and taboo thing. He loved how you clenched down harder with him inside of you than your pussy. 

"I--" Hongjoong swallowed loudly, "I can feel you, Yeosang," He said, sounding strained.

"Yeah, you can feel my dick against yours, Joong?" Yeosang cooed at the other man.

"Oh my god, you two are hot," You whimpered. 

"Like being sandwiched between two men that are desperate for your holes, Kitten?" Yeosang teased you.

The two men were thrusting into you at opposite times, leaving you no time to catch your breath. You had never been so stimulated in your entire life. Yeosang tended to be all encompassing, hence why you kept coming back for his dick, but Hongjoong added a different level. He seemed so concentrated on fucking your pussy but every once in a while he would whimper at his thighs touching Yeosang's or the fact that he wanted to kiss your lips but Yeosang had forbid it. 

"Focus on fucking her sweet puss, Hongjoong, kisses can come after her shift. She still has to go back in there, you know," Yeosang laughed wickedly. 

"I'm coming," Hongjoong shouted coarsely and his thrusts became uncoordinated as you felt him paint your insides. He whined so prettily for you that you were a bit shocked at the noises falling from those plush lips. 

"Fuck, Hongjoong, that's so cute," You couldn't help but comment.

"Stay inside of her, Joong," Yeosang commanded. "I'm gonna make her come."

Hongjoong's eyes looked worried and he shook his head. "No, wait, it's gonna be too much!"

"You love overstimulation, you little slut." Yeosang grunted and unloaded into you. 

Your other hole was so loose that his cum slipped out of you with the act of gravity. You whimpered at the feel of it. "So dirty. How am I supposed to work like this?"

"Can I pull out now?" Hongjoong wondered, a bit petulant.

Yeosang rolled his eyes and chuckled. "What am I going to do with you two?"

Hongjoong and Yeosang pulled out at the same time and both their cum came flowing out of your two holes. You felt your own face heat up and Yeosang chuckled. "Now ain't that a sight."

Hongjoong's jaw was on the floor at the sight. "It's so pretty."

Yeosang settled your feet on the floor once the cum stopped pouring from you. He gently patted your ass. "Go clean yourself up, V. We'll meet you in the bar. We owe you some tips, I suppose." Yeosang winked at Hongjoong, who avoided eye contact immediately.

"How are we supposed to go back in there and pretend like nothing happened?" Hongjoong wondered quietly.

"You still have to confess to her, don't you?" Yeosang grinned.

"Um…" You interrupted the two of them, smoothing your hands over your skirts. "Don't you mean the both of you have to confess to me?"

Yeosang shrugged, " 'suppose she's right, huh, Hongjoong?"

Hongjoong nodded, that pretty blush back on his face again. "I'd like that," He admitted softly.

"V! Your break is almost done, hurry up!" One of your coworkers shouted from inside.

"I gotta go." You hurriedly kissed both their cheeks and then jogged back into the bar.

The door shut loudly behind you and Yeosang wrapped an arm around Hongjoong's waist. " C'mon, Hongjoong. I'll help you with your boner inside if you get another one. Let's make our Kitten jealous, huh?"

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[josdelusions]

having a squ*rt for the first time - Trent Alexander Arnold

Warning: Contains low-ranking words, sexual innuendo and mention of sex;

Where YN got a squirt for the first time with her boyfriend TAA

this is just fictional entertainment and has nothing to do with actual events or facts with the person mentioned

You were in the room with your boyfriend Trent, you were naked kissing in a wet and horny kiss. Trent bit down on her neck and collarbone area, then moved down to her breasts where he licked one of her breasts while teasing the other with his fingertips.

All that was too stimulating and only made you wetter. You were out of control and couldn't wait anymore, you needed him inside you urgently.

“Trent, please, I need you soon”

He obeys and puts you against the wall whispering naughty things in your ear

“it feels so good to hear you begging for my dick”

he rubs his cock at your entrance teasing you while his other hand cups your hips.

“you want me to punch him real nice in that wet pussy?”

"Yes I really want"

Then, he penetrates you putting all his thick cock at once making you let out a groan suffered. He doesn't feel sorry for you at all and starts with quick movements holding your hips with both hands.

You feel Trent's hips slam against your ass hard and you hear his heavy breathing which makes you close the others in pleasure.

It was your first time having sex with Trent and you haven't had many guys you've had sex with before him. By the way you only cum alone when you're horny and masturbate, but you've never had an orgasm with a man before.

Then you seemed to be consumed by an incredible feeling of great pleasure and you started to feel like you were about to pee and after a few minutes you felt a squirt come out of you as Trent punched you hard. You were so scared by that and you walked away from him quickly. He was a little freaked out by your leaving and thought he might have hurt you or something.

“Why did you leave? Are you okay, love? “

you were so ashamed of what had happened that you started to think you accidentally peed during sex.

But, Trent didn't seem embarrassed at all, quite the contrary, he took a towel that was on the chair and covered his naked body. You could barely look at him and you felt your face burn.

“Why did you leave like that? I hurt you?"

“No, it's just that I freaked out about it. And I'm a little embarrassed right now."

“Yn, when you had sex before did that ever happen to you?”

"no, never. That was so embarrassing. Sorry I screwed up.”

“Honey, you were having a cumshot and that's normal, please don't be embarrassed. It means it was really good for you and it makes me happy to know that I was satisfying you.”

You are a little shocked because you had come before, but never with a squirt and knowing that this is normal reassured you a lot. Trent was so caring and gentle with you even though he's been through this experience before in his past relationships, he was so kind to you.

He holds your face and kisses you softly and you say

“thanks for being understanding with me, I really had never gone through that”

“It's okay love and there's no need to be ashamed when it happens again. I find it so sexy and exciting.”

He opens a naughty smile and takes your hands leading you to the bathroom.

"Come on, let's take a nice shower, I haven't finished what I was doing with you"

#trent alexander arnold #smutt #footballplayers #liverpool #england #soccer

[sunxdusk]

Briengr trudged wearily through the forest. Overhead, the moons, Masser and Secunda, gleamed dimly. Masser had become ever brighter, and now its red glow stained the night sky. A light fog had gathered, and the snowy terrain he moved through was bleak and jagged. Rocks broke through the turf like open wounds cracking and spreading across the surface. Sometimes Briengr thought he could hear great wings passing overhead, but when he looked up, he could see only the red glow in the sky. ‘There are no dragons this side of The Pale,’ he thought, stroking the smooth surface of his bow.

‘And if there were, Hircine would have given me a sign by now.’

The fog distorted and spread so that it looked as though he were walking along the bed of The Sea of Ghosts. There was a sense of foulness about this place, Briengr decided. The air tasted rotten, and the delicate, pale hairs on the nape of his neck constantly prickled, hackles rising as he struggled to calm the Beast writhing, snapping in his chest. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

When he had been just an elfling in the village of Kjolr, he would sit in his adopted father’s home and watch the sky grow black with menacing clouds. Then would come the most monstrous storm in living memory.

Now Briengr felt the same sense of fear and anticipation. Unnatural forces were congregating here, he was sure. He felt like a mouse crawling over the body of a sabercat that could, at any moment, awake and swallow him whole. Even his Beast seemed unsettled and oppressed. It had fallen silent and did not even growl or murmur to him. Now and again, Briengr would stop, stand and sniff the air, his whole body tensed as if he strained with every nerve to catch the slightest trace of something. He wished he had not come. 'Surely,' he told himself, 'my obligation to Skald the Elder does not mean I must face certain death. I could find a Hagraven, cut off her head, and pass her off as the necromancer he wanted me to kill.'

Do that, and you will have dishonored yourself forever.

Briengr gritted his teeth. He prided himself on being an honorable mer, and the debt he owed Skald the Elder was real. The hoary old bastard had given him a place at his hearth after he’d banished Vaermina’s influence from Dawnstar. Granted, at the time, he had not known the old Jarl was ill-tempered and intolerant, courting petty grievances as a man courts a desirable lady. Not that it mattered. It still left Briengr under an obligation. He remembered the riotous drunken evening in Jarl Skald’s Hall when he had sworn a blood-oath to Skald’s service and promised to give aid when called. When Skald found out that Briengr was a hunter, he asked Briengr to investigate strange happenings in the snowy wilds of The Pale.

At the time, it seemed like a splendid idea in the warm glow of fiery camaraderie. The bounty had struck Briengr as a Great Hunt that would please Lord Hircine and make his blood sing. Little did I know, Briengr thought, that it would lead to this. Hunting for necromancers and their pet corpses. His lips twisted in a silent snarl, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth. It was easy to sing of brave heroics in the taverns and weave tales where horror was a thing conjured by the words of a famous Bard. Out in the wilds, though, it was different. His breathing became labored, and the oppressive atmosphere made him want to rip off his skin and howl at the sky. Still, he tried to console himself, this will be a glorious hunt. Hircine will be pleased, and Skald will reward me with enough ale and meat to last through the winter.

The woods became more profound and more tangled. The trees took on the aspect of twisted, uncanny specters. Briengr felt as if they were watching his every step. He tried to dismiss the thought as fantasy, but the fog and the red moonlight only stimulated his imagination. He felt as if every pool of shadow contained the monster he was hunting.

Out of the fog, Briengr spotted something…someone. A human, Briengr decided. But the outline was still there….

And the smell… The smell was wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

K I L L ! !

Without hesitation, Briengr unslung his bow and sent an arrow speeding the being’s way.

@ramblingsofamoonwatcher

#➳ ❪ closed rp ❫ … under the red glow of masser ❞ #➳ ❪ ramblingsofamoonwatcher ❫ … the night is dark and full of terror ❞ #long post #I'm so excited for this!!

[homemade-clones]

✨, 🥊, 🍕 , and ❤️ for charm and cake?

I hope you're doing well! :)

Hi there, Blue! The went very well, thank you! I hope your week will be as pleasant <3

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

CHARM Ok, his name's origin is pretty silly 😅. He was actually the last to be named when creating the squad, remaining nameless up until I tried giving their ref sheets a go. And the expression I gave him in there was making me low-key flustered like?? hdjahsd???? Was my own OC trying to charm me while I tried to draw him? So I jokingly named his file "Charmer", and it kind of stuck, so I just went with the flow. Now the name has a proper origin in-universe and all, but the origins are less than legendary lmao. CAKE This one is because Cake has one insatiable sweet-tooth. His craving is bad enough, he can be easily bribed into doing chores he hates or into all kinds of shenanigans if he's promised even 1 (one) single piece of candy at the end of it. But when people ask, he's quick to say that's because he's "obviously the best looking beefcake you'll ever have the pleasure of seeing" (a statement often followed by one of his brothers thwacking him above the head for being cocky).

🥊 What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

CHARM Loves: Despite Cheese's reprimands of "bringing work to downtime", Charm enjoys both coding and (harmlessly, from his point of view) cracking into software. He finds the first a good option to relax while still keeping his mind sharp; and the second an efficient way to challenge and stimulate his brain during idle times (and if it earns him some credits from, ahem, undisclosed sources, that's a bonus). He occasionally likes channeling his artistic side into carving little wooden animals and charms. Hates: It's not exactly a hating, that would be too strong a word, but he really dislikes dancing. Charm came out of his tube with two left feet and all the rhythm of a drunk, deaf bantha. He thinks he may be able to slow dance, but that's a theory yet to be tested - no one has stuck around long enough yet to get to this point of intimacy. CAKE Loves: Singing! His voice is nothing to write Naboo about, but the squad never complains when he decides to break the hyperspace silence with the last songs stuck on his head (except when it makes the massiffs join the singing. Tooka is very vocal about how tone-deaf the enthusiastic companions are). Also loves annoying the squad with (mostly) harmless pranking. Hates: Hiking. He just can't see the point. He'll get all sweaty and tired and eaten by the local mosquito population, and for what? To see a pretty waterfall or whatever, and then have to walk the whole path back? Pfft, no, thank you.

🍕 What is their favorite food?

CHARM Anything fish. Fried, stuffed, roasted, in a soup? Doesn't matter, just let him have some of it, please and thank you <3 CAKE Sweets, any kind, any time. But he has a very soft spot for those hard candies with a gooey center. It is like having two candies in one!

❤️ What is one of your OC’s best memories?

CHARM Easily, the day Dinui was assigned to him. He wasn't too sure of how he felt about having a whole another living being relying on him for being safe, healthy and well-cared for (yeah, there were his brothers who kind of relied on him doing his part to keep the whole squad alive, but it's not the same thing!), yet, the moment he laid eyes on that chubby, paws-too-big-for-his-body, wiggly massiff puppy stuffed inside a too-large vest with his CT number? Charm will be forever thankful for the blank mask his bucket provided, because the cheek-stinging smile that he couldn't contain for the life of him was something that would 100% become his name, if any of his brothers had seen it. CAKE It was one of the first missions after him and his siblings (Cake and Bedbug) got assigned to Mist Squad. They were tasked with capturing a fleeing deserter, and it was the first time he had a chance to put all of his skills and training to real, actual use. It felt good, really good to feel like an essential part of the team. That he got praised for his trap being the thing who caught their target only added to the feeling.

#oc asks #about: my ocs #oc: ct 2253 | arf charm #oc: ct 2254 | arf cake #blog: sunkissedclones #thank you for the ask!

[armsofarceus]

The last time this blog reblogged an image was over a year ago. The last time it posted original content was over four years ago.

I am endlessly happy that my resources are still widely used and shared after all this time and that people appreciate the work I did here.

I still get asks from people who probably haven't paid attention to the timestamps. I'm not really planning on answering them, I'm sorry.

90% of the asks I get, and had gotten back when I was active, were "how do I establish a relationship with [this Pokémon]?" For every one of these asks all I did was look on Bulbapedia for all available information on the Pokémon in question and then abstract it outwards to things possible in real life.

While I'm glad this may have helped people it's honestly not the most mentally stimulating thing to talk about. I understand being new to something and unsure and wanting to seek advice from someone who seems to know more than you, but I guarantee that every single one of you is capable of answering those types of questions on your own. I mean this in the most empowering way possible.

One of the big reasons I stopped doing this is because of one odd encounter I had where someone messaged me on this blog. I won't divulge the personal details this person sent me, but they told me something along the lines of how a spirit was affecting them to the point of infringing upon their personal life and health.

They overshared a lot of stuff that I don't think any person wants dumped on them from a stranger, and I didn't reply because I feel like I was rightly weirded out by being approached like this. Especially considering they sent a follow up message sometime later telling me they were upset with me for not helping them through their spiritual crisis and that they would not "forgive me" for it.

I don't know any of you. None of you know me. That was one of the most uncomfortable one-sided interactions I've ever had in any Pagan-adjacent community. I believe in "magick" but this experience showed me that this stuff isn't like... fun and lighthearted for a lot of people and I refuse to be any sort of authority for anyone having any sort of problems in their life who want a spiritual answer to their problems. I started this for fun and seeing all the anxiety strangers brought to me over just how "real" all this was for them was too much for me. I won't say magick isn't real, but I think a lot of you guys need to take a step back and look at your lives more holistically.

I am a stranger running a blog about how picturing cartoon animals while cooking might make your food taste better. It's just that deep.

Anyway I really do appreciate the engagement I've had over the years otherwise. Sometimes I think about coming back and completing some of my "Magickal Properties" posts that are still very popular even now. But idk if I will. That said, if anyone wants to make work derivative of mine feel free to. Anything you use directly from me please credit by linking to this blog. Anything inspired by my work but ultimately containing content originally from your own mind doesn't need to be directly credited unless you feel like giving me a little shout out. There's not a lot on here I'd say I "own" except for the text of my posts as I've written them. As long as you're not copying and pasting my words and claiming them as your own you're probably fine.

Thanks for all your support over the years, even in my absence. I wish you all the best.

(And yes, I did really like Pokémon Legends: Arceus.)

[drmichaelmajickmikelikey]

Book tour in support of #GhostsAndSpirits Oct. 12th-Nov. 16th.

Both magicians and lay-people alike are buying my latest book, and I'm really thankful! Not that I get rich from my book sales, but rather because I have the opportunity (when publishing my hardcover and paperback books on #Amazon) to share information that might otherwise either go unnoticed, or be inaccessible.

When writing this one, I had no specific agenda, except to share what I know up to this point in my life about cults, techniques/deception (often times innocent and ignorant self-delusion) in the New Age genre, as well as legitimate and well-intentioned people in the realm of metaphysics and the mystical.

This book is not for all magicians, nor is it necessarily intended for all mystics and psychics, because I'm basically a SKEPTIC at heart, and until something is PROVEN to me to be empirically real, I don't believe it nor promote it. Everything I have ever offered in the past is because it's been proven to me to work, and to be of benefit to others. This holds true for me today for everything I do and offer, as well.

And now, from the Foreword, written by Anthony Darkstone, President of the International Assembly of #TheSocietyOfAmericanMagicians:

I am pleased to provide a foreword to another of Dr. Michael Likey's books.

The title, at first glance, may seem like a treatise on just a topic. However, the book goes much deeper than that and explores in detail some of the practices involved on how certain aspects of contact are made with Spirits & Ghosts. It makes no claims of Ghosts & Spirits being just the figment of one's imagination; neither does it make a case to the contrary. What it does do is to provide the reader with a superb collection of facts and relevant information. In particular, the section on Cold Reading provides several insights. An added bonus is that the entire work stimulates thinking.

A scholarly work on the topic. It contains many practical and theoretical aspects of this intriguing subject. Being a skilled Author, he yet again achieves this by the use of his vast knowledge of techniques both ancient & modern. He further draws from his own empirical experience as a Tarot Reader, Tai Chi Sifu, TV personality and Magical Entertainer.

All in all a fascinating read for aficionados, true seekers and indeed also for the merely curious. I daresay if Houdini, the Fox sisters , Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and others of their ilk were alive today they would certainly enjoy this work.

Dr. Anthony Darkstone

Parapsychologist & Psychic Entertainer

Member of The S.A.M. Paranormal Investigation Committee.

Available in #Hardcover and #Paperback from #Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Ghosts-Spirits-Michael-Likey-Ph-D/dp/B0B92R8NNR/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Cuddle Bunny Pt 2

Pro Hero!Kirishima x reader with a bunny quirk

Kirishima get’s his hand on his bunny. 

tw: smut, yandere, breeding kink, kidnapping, noncon, dubcon, gaslighting, penetration, delusional Kirishima, belly bulge

You struggled to open your eyes as you inhaled the familiar scent of sandalwood and vanilla. You heart rate picked up as you realized you were in a totally unfamiliar environment. Weren't you just at work?

Whoever was behind you had their arms around you to keep you from sitting up.

"Good morning, bunny. How'd you sleep?"

You knew that voice, confirming who was beside you.

Your mouth was dry and your voice cracked as you asked, "Kirishima? What's going on?"

"I picked you up from work last night, you were out like a light."

The pervious night was muddled in your mind but you knew he wasn't telling the truth. He was supposed to be your last client for the night. The two of you walked out of the building around the same time. You politely declined his offer to walk you home. The next thing you remember was sitting on the curb as the world started to spin. Kirishima was talking to you but you couldn't remember what was said.

You took a shaky breath. You had to be brave, besides he was a hero. There was an explanation. You just had to find it.

"Kiri, are you telling me the whole truth?" Your voice was barely above a whisper but you knew he heard you. His arms tensed around you.

"You're such a curious bunny. We can talk more once you're feeling better."

What was he talking about? All you had was a headache, you could hold down a conversation. Confrontation was never your thing. But maybe you could just keep asking him.

You wanted to wrap things up so you could go home before work.

"Can we talk about it later?" You asked. "I have to run home before my shift."

He nuzzled closer to you, "What do you mean, silly? You don't work there any more."

It was becoming harder to contain the panic building inside of you. You struggled harder against his grasp as small tears began to prick your eyes.

"Please let me up. You're scaring me."

Instead of letting go, Kirishima repositioned you too face him.

He looked concerned, "You don't need to be scared, you're safe here. You don't have to go back to that job, it's too dangerous."

/

"Be a good bunny, lift your pretty little tail a bit higher for me."

His hands guided your hips further into the air. Once he deemed you to be in a suitable position you felt him tug down your panties, exposing your slick cunt to the cool air.

You whimpered into the pillow. Your body, betraying your mind, ached to be touched by Kirishima's rough hands.

"You're so beautiful," he cooed. With two fingers he began to tease your delicate folds.

As the pressure in your lower abdomen began to build you tried to pretend that the situation was different. If you could lie to yourself about the position you were in maybe you could hold it together. He was stronger than you, much more athletic, even with out his quirk. Even if you struggled you knew you couldn't escape. You didn't want to risk making him angry. Although he kept repeating that he would never hurt you, how much could you trust the words of your abductor?

You bucked towards him when his thumb pressed against your clit.

Although you couldn't see it Kirishima was beaming with pride. He felt reassured that he was making you feel good. His cock throbbed in anticipation for the moment you both felt good.

But he told himself it wouldn't be manly to enter you with his dick before making you orgasm at least once.

Regaining control of himself he paused his assault on your pussy to rub his hands down your back toward your neck, gently pushing his thumbs against the base of your skull. You letting out a rough whine. Both frustrated with the lost sensation and pleased by the firm pressure against your shoulders.

"Okay baby, let's get you prepped, you're tiny compared to me. Let's get you as ready as we can."

You gasped as his index finger entered you. Pressing and curling against your walls as if to examine and assess the situation.

He continued to use his other fingers on the outside of your pussy. There was a wet noise as he gently thrust his finger in and out, and then with out warning you felt a stretching sensation. He has added another finger to your insides.

"That's it baby, you're doing so good. You got such a tight little pussy. How about I get a toy for next time. Something a little bigger than my fingers but smaller than the real thing. That way we can't get you ready a bit better than we will this time."

The idea of ‘next time’ made you lightheaded. You whimpered as he added a third finger. You could feel the stretch between your legs. Paired with the stimulation of your clit you couldn't hold back as the tension in your body released, Kirishima tighten his grip to keep you in place as you tried to jerk away from him.

Pleasure flooded your body and you wanted to collapse onto the mattress.

As you slowed your breathing he gently lowered you're ass so you could rest as he slowly removed his fingers from your drenched hole. He trailed kisses along your back while he praised you.

Finally he turned you on to your back. He was flushed, his hair falling around his face, and he had barely broken a sweat.

He removed his pants revealing his... monster cock. There was no other way for you to describe it. You had never been with someone who had such length AND girth. It looked like it was gonna break something in you.

No matter how hard you tried, Kirishima managed spread your legs. He took a moment to admire the mess he made before digging through a drawer on his nightstand.

You closed your eyes at the sound of the lube bottle opening. Kirishima applied a generous amount to his cock before using two fingers to rub the remaining substance into you.

"There we go," he whispered as he lined up his tip to your soaked cunt. "Just relax for me. Don't be afraid to hold on to me. I'm pretty sturdy."

The tip wasn't bad. You were thankful for the lube. You needed to hold on to him. Gripping your nails into his back as he continued to slide into you. You focused all your energy into your hands, afraid to move. Tears flowed freely from you now. The pain seared and you couldn't stop it.

"It hurts," your gasped. "So bad. Please no more."

Kiri paused.

"Shhh, bunny. I got you. We're almost there then we can give you another moment to adjust." He was running circles on your hips with his thumbs, wanting to provide you some form of comfort. He knew he was a challenge to take. It didn't help that you were so tight. "Take a deep breath for me."

You did, grateful for the momentary break. But as he instructed you to breathe out he shoved the remainder of his cock into you. A violent sob wracked your body. Kirishima hoped that the sooner you adjusted to his size the sooner you'd stop crying.

With him fully inside of you he rested for another moment. You were so tight that he was honesty surprised he fit. He brought a palm to the slightly swollen area of your lower belly. He applied just a bit of pressure before he began to slowly pulse in and out of you. You were still shaking but had quieted down.

When he no longer felt like you you were off the verge of passing out he was ready to help you feel good. He kept his palm against the bulge he was responsible before, but repositioned slightly so his thumb could make its way back to where it belonged - the swollen bud between your legs.

"God you're such a good girl. So tight and warm," he panted. "Gonna fuck you so good. Teach you that I'm the only man you need."

His speed began to pick up. While you were still in pain you began to feel the pressure expand within you once more.

Kirishima kissed the tears off your cheeks. He knew he was close, your walls clenching around his member. He was determined not to be too rough with you, at least not the first few times, but you were unintentionally wearing down his his resolve.

He nipped your neck harder than he should have, breaking the skin. You arched against his chest which allowed him to wrap his arms underneath you.

Kirishima felt like he couldn't get close enough to you as he pressed violently against you tender body. Another orgasm shot through your body causing you to clench even tighter around the cock inside of you.

"Fuckin hell," Kirishima groaned, "You take me so well bunny."

You felt a swell inside of you as he released inside you.

Your mind felt fuzzy with post orgasm bliss. Kirishima softened inside you, remaining in place as he showered you in praise. He began to withdraw from you, allowing his seed to drip past your puffy folds. He didn't leave you empty for too long. He used two of his fingers to push his fluid back into you. He used his other hand to pull you against his chest.

You were still tearful and the realization that he was using his fingers as a makeshift plug to keep his seed inside you was making you sob again.

"Don't cry bunny, you did such a good job. Once we calm down we can get in the shower. Then I'd got a little present for you since you're behaving so well."

You were not a fighter, you wished you were. You wanted to yell at him. To thrash and scream and make him stop holding you. But you weren't a fighter and you knew fighting him would do you no good. You would have to bide your time until you could make a run for it.

At least he hadn't been mean to you. And aside from (probably) breaking your pussy, he hadn't hurt you yet.

He was gentle getting you into the shower. You were washed first, his hands roaming your body and conditioning your hair. Then he helped settle you against the shower bar while he quickly took care of himself. After drying you off with the fluffiest towel he slipped one off his shirts over your head. It was just the right size to cover you ass.

He disappeared for a moment, leaving you sitting along the tub. There wasn't much for you to look at. The cabinets were locked and the room had no windows.

Kirishima was back, changed into comfortable sweat pants. He carried you with ease back to bed. The old sheets piled in a corner, he had replaced them with fresh linens.

Hopefully, he thought, this would make you more comfortable.

"Ready for your surprise?" He asked with a pointy grin.

You thought it was a rhetorical question but it looked like he was waiting for your response. Did you really want a surprise? No. But you probably didn't get much say so you merely shrugged your shoulders. He bounce out bed and went to rummage through one of his drawers.

He turned around to present a stuffed animal. It was a chunky shark, not too big but the perfect holding size.

"Look! I saw him and thought you would think he was cute. Don't forget to name him, 'kay?"

You clutched the toy to your chest. He knew you loved plushies. You mentioned it to him once and said you had them all over your apartment. The shark smelled like Kirishima.

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #mha yandere