#[ thinks ab them a normal amount!!!

[yourturntodaily]

daily 7 is: everything is ok sibling-isms edition

[grillbyz]

and like thats one of the reasons i like kingdings so much like. what if Asgore wasn't alone. What if, after all that, there was still someone he was close to who've been there the whole time. Someone who Knew him and saw what he did and continued to be with him. Someone who was there to try and ease the burden. Someone that wanted to protect and care for the king as the king cared for his people. simply thinks about broken old men caring for each other

[marinehero]

when th freaking uquiz real

[owe-143]

Hi, if ur not too busy I was hoping I could request something for the saja boys?? Basically reader(fem maybe) is a human manager for the boys(kinda cliche, ik) but they the boys are demons and doesn't rlly care, because they have do manager stuff, but with how mystery was acting durring the meet and greets carries a spray bottle of water around, and gets abs a shirt the actually fits(kinda, don't wanna disappoint the fans) and at one point jinu is like "🤨 where/when did you get all that" and reader is like "🥲You boys stress me tf out, shud up. "

Any who sorry if this is too long, love your work!

✦Stressed tf out✦

A/N:Ty for requesting! I love this idea!! Thank you for reading my stuff hahaha

Warnings: swearing, kinda not proofread

Oneshot fic💗✨

Saja Boys x Manager!Fem!Reader

→Kpdh masterlist←

You scribbled final notes in your journal for the days events. The silence of your office was comforting and you could think. It wouldn't last long as a loud scream echoed the building. You couldn't help but sigh. You lift your fingers, slowly counting down

3

2

1

"Y/N! " Jinu burst through the door. His eyes were panicked. "Mystery, he is-"

"Biting Abby! I know! " You cut him off, shooting out of you seat. You slide the desk drawer open. A few necessities for the boys slept in the drawer. For any occasion. Hair brushes, fidget toys, spare devices and a ton more. You grab the spray bottle and signal Jinu to follow

Jinu's eyebrows raise. "Why do you have all this anyway" He asks. You scoff. You walk faster, approaching the lounge where the other boys were. Another scream erupted from the room. "Because no doesn't seem to work for you boys! " You snap, kicking the door open

The scene in front of you is nothing from the usual. Baby's sitting on the table even when you've told him multiple times not to. His eyes focused on his Nintendo ignoring the scene unfolding on the other side of the room

Mystery stands opposite Romance who has Abby right behind him. You stomp over, spraying Mystery with a reasonable amount of water. He stumbles back and growls. Romance rolls his eyes. He steps away from Abby to sit back down on the sofa.

"Thanks" Abby sighs. You glance over at him. You suddenly spray his face. Abby jumps back "Hey! What did I do?! "

"Nothing. Just felt like it" You say with a grin. You strut over to Baby. You raise the water bottle then spray the side of his face. "Get of my damn table" You hiss. Baby squints his eyes at you. Although, he doesn't dare to protest. Last time he did it was the bottle that hit is face. He slid of the table and sat beside Romance

Jinu dragged his hand down his face. "Sorry" He spoke "Didn't mean to bother you. Again" You shrug. "It's fine" You smile. You watch Baby and Romance have a back and forth with the Nintendo. Mystery sitting in a corner with his arms crossed. Abby was focused on a mirror trying to fix his hair.

The boys are more difficult to handle than you anticipated. Of course, being a manager is never easy for anyone. The Saja Boys were quite normal at first. Relaxed when you started managing them. That only lasted about a week.

You glance around the room. "You all have a meet and greet in the next hour. " The statement causes Romance to groan "Seriously? Can't we do it tomorrow?" Romance has been snappy as of recent. He has an attitude issue in general but it's gotten ridiculous. Abby snickered "What's your problem? " He asks looking over at Romance.

"You're his problem! " Mystery responds. You could sense an argument breaking out. Which would lead to more physical attacks. "That's enough. Meet and greet is today and that's fucking final" You grab the Nintendo from Baby's grasp

"Hey-"

"You've played this thing the whole week. Take a break" You walk over to the door. "If I come back here and you guys are still fighting, I'll start banning stuff"

None of the boys says a word. One thing they won't do is test your threats. When you sat you'll do something. It's most likely to happen. Like the one time you took away anything sweet. Baby lost it that week but it did teach him to stop throwing wet toilet paper at his members

You look over at Jinu, pulling the door open "Help them calm down, please? Not mad, just stressed. And extra help would be amazing" You say. Jinu opens his mouth to speak but closes it again. He smiles and nods. "Yeah. I can do that"

Hopefully Jinu, would be able to calm them down. For about 10 minutes top. But hey, gives you time to rethink your life choices

[kaisentine]

i feel like kaiser just likes to show off his muscles like IDK it’s a feeling inside of me… it’s nagging at me, gnawing in my brain to write about it…..

you practically want to rip your eyes out because literally anything is better than seeing kaiser flexing his muscles.

whether it be accidental—like walking in on him while he is in-front of his ungodly-sized mirror (why does it need to be so big bro like CALM DOWN), or perhaps turning your head to see him subconsciously flex his arms while on his phone or he’s taking an unreasonable amount of pictures of them. your normal response is to stare for a good second before turning away with the look of second-hand embarrassment written all over your face.

or he willingly just shoves his biceps on your face—basically bragging about his strength. even worse when he shows you his left arm (which is almost every time he decides to harass you), his tattoo uneven as his muscles begin to form. and the most likely case of being flashed by his muscles would be him sending them over text—circling back to when you catch him taking pictures because that’s one of the reasons why he chooses to do so (other than just having them in his camera role for… keepsake).

“micha… please stop doing that.” you’re groaning out when he—once again—blocks your view from your phone with his arm. you try your best to look over it so you can get back to watching the video you were so invested in but he annoyingly moves it so all you can see is his biceps.

but i’m not not only talking about his arm muscles—his legs too.

they’re extremely hard not to look at, even when he isn’t even intentionally showing them to you. him being football player and all, you’d expect really nice legs and he does have that—and better. it’s not like it can’t get repetitive either though. because again, you still want to hide your eyes when he willingly does show you his legs.

“you’re going to crush my thighs.” you whine when kaiser thinks its so funny and so comfy to stretch his heavy calves onto your lap when he’s laying on your couch. splayed out without an inch of regret, not even bothering to look up from the book he’s reading and he only chuckles before going nonchalant again. what the fuck is wrong with this man.

you asked him numerous times why he does it (or why he does anything atp) and his response would always be a shrug.

his true answer is to show his authority. its a trait he can’t get rid of because he thinks if he doesn’t flex his strength—he’s going to be doubted again, he’s going to be taken advantage of again. even with you, he can’t stop the feeling of needing to show his strength, both mentally and physically. but of course he loves you, apart from showing his power, he just likes annoying you (with love)!

bonus : kaiser doesn’t flex his abs as much as he does the others because he knows you can feel them when he hugs you anyway. OK GOODNIGHT.

[bighitfics]

recent jungkook fanfics that you should read for your own sanity.

(a recommendation for all the girlies who miss him like crazy!)

one rule by @/jasminefanfics on youtube

— dark romance, mean and morally ambiguous jungkook, hostage au, enemies to lovers, smut, love triangle (but it’s just a deranged schizophrenic being the ‘bone in a kebab’ for the gorgeous couple)

— this is ART. this is true unleashed YEARNING. dark ROMANCE done right, literally the perfect read for winter! this is my absolute fav read of this year 🫦

bonded by @borathae

— werewolves au, forced marriage au, childhood besties to lovers, angst, romance, smut.

— will this queen ever stop producing art after art? she’s not capable of doing that, god this was such a good read, I’m still not over this, THIS IS MY SHEYLA FR! (iyykyk) they’re everything to me gawd 🥺

mon révé by @sweetcarrotsandroses97

— archdeacon jungkook, forbidden love, age gap, romani character reader, dark romance.

— I’ve never read something so beautifully, perfectly executed, every scene she wrote is plastered into my brain, the amount of times i think about this fic is not normal, I’m desperately awaiting the new chapters 😔✋🏼

the love prognosis by @awrkive

— friends to lovers (the og), medical au, unrequited love, roommates trope.

— nobody gets them like I do fr! my precious ship! 🥺😻🤲🏼 i loved how down bad he was for her from the beginning, we love a man who worships the ground his woman walks on LIKE AHHHH the author executed the one sided pining from jungkook so well! THE ANGST IS DELICIOUS IN THIS.

christmas & chill series by @girlygguk & @lovieku

— special xmas edition, jungkook and reader.

— the way I’m about to eat this up. u guys aren’t ready for the obnoxious amount of times I’m gonna be crying ab this whole series on my blog, oh lord have mercy on me, this is so brilliant oh how i wanna kiss their hands for this, SUCH DIVAS BOTH OF THEM 🫦

infrunami by @kooktrash

— friends to lovers, mutual pinning, smut, angst.

— boom shakalaka yes gawd! after I completed reading this fic, i took a moment to myself, clapped and took a lap around my bedroom, then I also did a 7 min standing ovation, this deserves more hype ngl.

burning hour by @jungqkook

— established relationship, smut, exhibitionism.

— the amount of times i’ve re read this is embarrassing but it is that LEVEL of good, oh god when is it my turn to experience something like this?

catch twenty-two by @miraclemaven on wattpad

— forbidden romance, age gap, smut, older reader & younger jungkook, angst.

— im so hooked into this story, even though i haven’t started reading properly, this is a promising one, with really good writing.

chained up by @jikookie17

— obsessed addicted jungkook (my jam), smut, angst, fluff.

— reading this made me feel like im watching a melodramatic story of two idiots who literally can’t live without each other, its a cute lighthearted read, 100% recommend!

THE END OF TODAY’S LIST.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ hope the girlies like it ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[kilgcre]

✗ — WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE ?

SADIE. a bird struggling to get loose.

     Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain ?  The last time your life was stable ?      Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land ?  Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest ?

ARTHUR. molten lava and charred flesh.

      Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours.      The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

stolen from: @charmedslugs tagging: y'all know the drill 🔪

[jordiemeow]

humbly requesting edging bob reynolds 🙏🙏

short but yeahhhh edging bob. mmmmm

warnings: 18+ smut, handjob, vibrator usage, edging, restraints mentioned, sub!bob

There's just something about the lack of control that really gets to him. It's impossible to think about the things that have plagued him for so long—his father, the healed needle scars on his arms, the Void that haunts his thoughts every time he's alone for too long. Every thought is consumed by you and what you're doing to him.

He's not sure how long it's been. Five minutes? Ten? Thirty? An hour? He has no concept of time. All he knows is the obscene wet sound of your hand pumping up and down his cock, slick with lube and the absurd amount of pre-cum spilling out of his tip each time he grows close to his peak.

And every time, you're there to deny it.

It's not cruel. Sure, you get some sort of sadistic pleasure out of it, but you're doing it for him. Prolonging the pleasure to erase the suffering he normally feels.

"F-fuck, please. S'too much. I can't." His voice is raised a few octaves than usual, breathy little whines filling his room in the compound. Hips canting up into your hand in an attempt to move, because there's no other way to go but up.

You hum in faux-pity. "Too much for you?"

All he can do is nod jerkily, hands tugging uselessly at where they're bound to the metal headboard. That's the part you enjoy most. If he really wanted to, he could break out of them with ease. Unleash that power within. But he'd much rather succumb to the overstimulation of your firm hand than that.

Very gratifying.

Your hand withdraws, and he's not sure whether to sigh in relief or disappointment. Except the sound that he releases ends up being much more like a yelp when the hum of the vibrator you've been tormenting him with fills his ears, and that quivering toy is pressed right against his leaking tip again.

"You can take it," you promise, reaching up to stroke his cheek with your clean hand.

"I can take it," he repeats dumbly. Always so eager to please.

And he does. He lets you bring him to the edge again and again, whether it's with the vibrator dragging up and down his pulsing length while you fondle his balls, or with your hand squelching around him in fast strokes. Head tipped back, lips bitten red as his hips stutter upwards into a slick hand fruitlessly in an attempt to finally get that release.

It's hard to keep him so on-edge for so long. To keep uttering the words "not yet, not yet" every time you feel him convulsing underneath you, abs tensing painfully. But you've always been more patient than him; now is the perfect time to prove it.

And God, he looks gorgeous. Brown curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, muscle in his cheek twitching and lips parted around another desperate whine of your name.

"P-please, just—" He gasps out, back arching up off the sweat-slick sheets beneath him. "I've been so good. Lemme cum, please, I've waited for so long—"

You've made him wait for so long that you almost pity him, enough to slow down the pace of your hand a little and consider his plea. "That's it. Ask nicely for me, baby."

"Nggh—! Okay, yeah. Yeah, please, please. I’m begging you, just— let me— I'm almost there—!"

And finally, finally...

"Okay, baby. Come on. Let go and cum for me."

His hips jolt upwards one more time into your hand before he comes undone, his eyes never once leaving yours. Brows pinched together in pleasure, lips parted to moan in pleasure as his climax hits.

"Oh my god, yeah, fuck, thank you!" He cries out, hips jerking upwards into your tight hand. You milk him through it, watching the thick ropes of cum spill endlessly onto his stomach.

And he's still thanking you five minutes later, delirious from overstimulation as you cradle his head to your chest, stroking his hair through the aftermath of it all.

What a good boy.

—

taglist: @lvve-talks @won-every-lottery @pittsick @voidsuites @artaussi @ashdaidiot — (join here)

[2129888]

mihashi still hasnt called abe by his first name when its just the two of them. i think about this a normal amount

[lucidfairies]

ride it [a.a]

pairing: gymrat!abby x pilates princess!reader

synopsis: abby normally enjoys going to the gym alone, but on the rare occasion that you ask to come, she never passes it up. (based on a tiktok I reposted!!)

warnings: heavily self indulgent on the reader part and my gym experiences, poc friendly, not exactly smut but SUGGESTIVE, subby abby

"y/n, I'm going to the gym, be home later." abby yelled up the stairs, trying to get your attention from whatever you were working on up there.

"baby, can I come? I haven't gone in a while." you yelled back, hopping up from your spot on your guy's shared bed, quickly grabbing a workout set and stripping to get it on.

"if you change fast enough." she joked. the set was pink, just a bra and shorts, but it fit what you normally did at the gym, which was yoga or a pilates workout. it was nothing compared to abby, who did extensive lifting.

when you got downstairs, abby was leaning against the wall in a muscle tee and shorts, but her shirt happened to be pink as well. "we're matching." you grinned, pulling her attention from her phone as you gently pressed your hand to her chest, pushing up on your toes to kiss her softly.

the ride to the gym was relaxed; abby's hand gripping to your thigh as you hummed along to the songs on the radio and tried to find a good workout video.

the gym wasn't packed, which was good. you hated working out in front of other people, and you especially hated when other people looked at abby when you guys were working out together. "what are you working today?" you asked her as you walked in.

"legs. worst fucking day of the week." you rolled your eyes. "you should try some of the stuff I do. it could be fun, y'know?" you looked back at her as you opened the door to the locker room.

"abs... have you looked at your quads recently? I don't think I could do half the shit you do." abby grinned, like it was funny how much bigger she was compared to you.

"not with the same weight, dumbass. just the same exercise. please sweetheart, I promise it'll be fun." she tossed her bag in a locker with yours and locked it. you sighed.

"fine. but if I don't like it, I'm going back to what I had planned." abby grinned, grabbing your waist as you left the locker room.

you both warmed up on the treadmill, then she took you to various machines –the leg press, leg extension, hip abduction– and explained how to use them, then showed you while she did it. it was embarrassing how much weight you could do compared to her, but you couldn't quit now. you were almost having fun.

she brought you to the weight side of the gym, where most of the intense lifters went. that portion of the gym scared the shit out of you. she set up a bench and grabbed a bar, loading an obscene amount of weight onto it.

"these are called KAS hip thrusts, they work your glutes and stuff, I think." you stopped listening after that, consumed in the way she pulled the bar over her lap, held it in place, then thrust her hips up.

she did this every time she was at the gym? regardless of who was watching?

you couldn't tell how much weight was on each side, but that hardly mattered. you were spitting out words before you could even think of what you were saying. "you should do it with me on your lap." she set the weight down and looked up at you, cheeks rosey.

"baby.. I- uh, what if people watch?" she was a stuttering mess, at the thought of doing that to you in public. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, but it would certainly get her worked up, that's for sure.

"what if?" you shrugged. abby complied, obviously, who is she to say no to you, and pushed the bar off of her lap, letting it roll forward.

you straddled her, legs on each side as she pressed her hands behind her head. "you got it, baby." your voice was low, attempting to throw her off her game. it did. she forgot for a moment what she was supposed to be doing until you raised your eyebrow, expediently.

abby's hips rose in the air, bringing you up with them, then slowly dropped, controlled. every time she lifted her hips, your ass pressed perfectly against her clit, and she was getting wetter by the rep. "shit, baby." abby groaned, keeping her hands locked behind her head so she didn't take you right now.

"c'mon abs, just a few more for me." you didn't know how many reps she did for this particular exercise, but four was hardly enough. you placed your hands gingerly under her shirt, just tracing lightly with your nail.

her hips stuttered, surely almost dropping you, but she kept going. when she finally got to her max raps, her hips fell roughly, and she panted, head in the crook of your neck and she tried to calm herself.. and her clit. "put your things away and meet me in the locker room shower." you smirked and stood up, leaving her wet and bothered.

safe to say she fucked you good after that.

tag list: @baumbii @tlouadditc @abbysvictim

[grillbyz]

Save me undyne undertale,,, undyne undertale,,, undyne undertale save me,,,

[littlelovelunette]

Half-Hearted (4)

Don't read this if you're triggered by stepcest !!

Contains stepcest, smut, public (?) groping, mentions of exhibitionism, fingering, strap usage, aftercare

Summary: Few weeks ago, your dad got into an accident and fatally passed away. You were so upset, and Sevika was there for you. She consoled you. And for once, you saw her soften towards you. After the last few sessions, you're hooked on Sevika always thinking of her body, her boobs, her bush; not to mention that one time she touched you while your grandparents came to visit. Your aunt stayed back after the rest of the relatives left after Thanksgiving. However your aunt needed to run some errands and left for the time being, that's when Sevika fucks you senseless.

The day your dad's funeral was, you questioned whether you had seen it coming or not. You didn't know to this day why your dad had married Sevika in the first place.

You supposed that it was because he was trying to move on from your biological mother's death. But in the way, he got caught up with all the alcohol and due to him not moving on, he never really even tried to get to know the other woman.

Sevika, on the other hand, didn't seem much straight to you sexuality-wise. Why was she involved in this mess then? You'd find out sooner or later.

It'd been quite a few days since you and Sevika had started getting all sexual with each other. You both hadn't had actual sex or anything, just a few sexual encounters which are supposed punishments for you.

To keep you disciplined. But you didn't buy it for a second.

Sevika had a certain softness for you and there was no denying that but all you needed to figure out was how far that love for you went.

But oh, the sight of her body was stuck in your brain. Carved into every inch of your brain. All you could think of was her heavy mounds, slightly bigger than normal areolas and dark, hard nipples. So pretty.

Oh, and don't even get started with the amount of fascination you had for her abs. You had no idea how Sevika maintained them but they were rock hard and solid— a sight to behold. Slowly coming down to her very prominent v-line and happy trail, disappearing in the low cut pants she always wore to tease you around.

Everytime you wondered back to that one time— when your grandparents were over for dinner and Sevika touched you under the table. Not for too long, but just enough to get you riled. Her fingers had grazed your inner thighs and pinched your clit under the table. You weren't wearing panties under your skirt; Sevika's order. You were trying so hard to behave casual and you did get away with it. "Seems like someone likes the idea of being touched in front of her family?" Sevika teased, rubbing your wet pussy once your grandparents left to the guest room to take some rest. Oh, the fuck-ass smirk she always had whenever she caught you in vulnerable moments like that— you'd get wet.

You'd yearn for her touch again.

But not right now. Not while your grandparents were over and your aunt was keeping an eye on you, sharp as a hawk's.

But today your aunt wasn't there and your grandparents had left. But your aunt? She was out running some errands.

You and Sevika were home alone together. Sevika had you pinned against her kitchen counter with your front facing the counter and back pressing against her pelvis.

Sevika whispered. "Fuck. You're so wet." She reached a hand down to smear your wetness on the crotch of your panties as she played with your discharge. "What's got you so worked up?"

Your eyes were clouded with lust. You tilted your head to get a better view of her. You grinned slightly. "The thought of your body."

"Is that right?" Sevika asked, amused by your audacity before her fingers hooked in the fabric of your panties, pulling them down with ease.

Sevika rubbed your clit with a hum as she moved closer so her lips were right behind your ear. "Tell me how's it feel, dolly?"

"It feels good." You moaned. "Oh fuck, mommy."

"You like it when mommy makes you feel good? When mommy fucks you?" Sevika asked as her fingers slowly dipped inside your hole, teasingly rubbing against it.

"Yes mommy please please fuck me." You moaned.

Sevika gestured you to get on the kitchen counter. You did as was asked of you, spreading your legs as your panties hung forgotten from one of your ankles.

"Mommy. I need you." You said in a small meek voice.

"You do?" Sevika smirked, resting her warm big hand on your pussy letting you feel the heat radiating from it.

You let out a small whimper and then nodded. "Please." You whispered.

A small smile curled on Sevika's lips and she rubbed your pussy before her fingers teased your entrance.

"Mommy." You called in a small, whiny voice. Sevika chuckled.

"Okay, I'll give you what you want."

You gasped feeling Sevika's thumb pressed your clit, grabbing it between two fingers and pinching it.

A throaty moan escaped your throat.

Sevika's fingers were so thick when they entered your pussy, slipping in with ease due to your wetness. You wanted this badly.

"Oh please." You begged, eyes closing tightly once you felt her fingers start moving.

"Pretty little cunt." Sevika whispered as she thrusted deep inside your pussy, her middle and ring finger dug deep inside your wet cavern. You were trembling, spread for her on the kitchen counter.

Oh, only if the rest of the family knew the way your step mother fucked you.

"Mommy please." You gasped feeling Sevika twist her finger against your g-spot.

Your toes curled and back arched, Sevika's other hand rested on your leg to keep it apart from the other. You were a loud, wet mess on the kitchen counter.

For your step mother. Every bit of it sounded wrong but felt so awfully good. "Mommy." You called out again with a moan, throwing your head to the side.

"Come on, come for me." Sevika said in an oddly gentle voice.

The knot in your lower tummy twisted and twisted until, with a loud gasp you came over her fingers.

Sevika didnt stop after you came, instead she drew out your orgasm until you were a panting, breathless, fucked out baby for her on the counter.

Sevika moved away so you could sit up, you groaned softly looking down at your wet, messed up pussy.

Sevika's hand, the not drenched one, wrapped around the back of your neck, tilting your head up. You stared into her pretty grey eyes for a bit before she leaned in and so did you.

The rest was something completely out of your control as you kissed Sevika, your lips against hers.

The kiss was so soft and so unlike Sevika. Her hands palmed and fondled your breasts as you kissed her.

Your hands came to lock around her shoulder, pulling her closer. Sevika's tongue was in your mouth, you wrapped your legs around her and she picked you up, hands coming to grab the underside of your thighs.

"Such a pretty princess." Sevika murmured against your lips before pushing her tongue back in your mouth.

When you both parted, you didn't believe the words that came out of your mouth. "More."

"Don't be greedy now, dollie, after your aunt leaves I'll have you all to myself."

[melodic-haze]

h-hey 👯‍♀️😕😜🎀

Since you said in your other post that you wanted to write for either Miko or Ei, I HAD AN IDEA!!

What if Miko and fellow kitsune!Reader who start their breeding months (in january obviously) and have Ei volunteering herself to them not knowing that they can’t obviously be sated in just one day 🙄 (r.i.p her cunny)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: switch!Miko x sub!Ei x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader and Miko can shift what they want (specifically their genitals 😄), knotting and breeding (not really)

☆ — NOTES: You. YOUUUUUU. Are such a genius ily anon ty for this 🙏🙏🙏

Ohhhh this bitch REALLY fucked around and found out LOL I almost feel bad.......almost

Have to hand it to Ei though, she DID try to research before proposing the idea in the first place. Especially since this is set in the first year since she got out the PoE........but studying it obv won't be the same as the real thing LOL

You and Miko have fared relatively okay on your own—the two of you have ABSOLUTELY mated before to ease each other's heat but it always felt like something was missing. You both made sure to take procedures to make sure neither of you ever concieved a child after the process with the excuse of the two of you being way too busy to care for one but like. The actual main reason was that if you were to have a child, you both wanted to have the third piece of the puzzle there with you

Now that the third member of your polycule's back, your heats are STRONGER THAN EVER bc wtf she's acc here??? Ughfhghfhh neeeeeed......like do you get me I hope you do

It wasn't as if it was a normal discussion to have out in public (you both always talked about it indoors until neither of you needed to really talk ab it anymore from all the time spent w each other) but it was a nice picnic between the three of you; Ei's head was on Miko's thighs as she ate up yet ANOTHER skewer of tricolour dango while you were leaning on the latter's side when she brought it up

Ei cleared her throat with a slight tinge of nervousness, "Could I perhaps, ah.. assist the both of you in your mating period?"

You choked on the dango that you were about to swallow as you see Miko startle the slightest bit, nearly dropping her novel in the process.

When you managed to regain your composure (or at least a modicum of it), you could only rush out a simple "'scuse me?" as Miko placed her book down to the side with a raised brow.

Miko combed her fingers through Ei's hair as she questioned, "What brought this on, dear?"

"Well..." The Archon licked her lips as she slowly got her words out, "I've.. left you two for over five hundred years. And while I'm glad that you both had each other for company whenever the season hits, I cannot deny that.. well, I feel bad, I suppose."

"You feel bad," the shrine priestess mocked, which.. really, wasn't all that undeserved, despite the fact that she was mocking the nation's leader.

"For a lack of a better word, yes." She sits up and turns to the both of you, putting the now-empty skewer aside, "Now that I have returned from my admittedly self-imposed isolation, it would be remiss of me to.. avoid my duties as your lover."

"I don't mean to be rude, Your Excellency," you teased, "but do you even know what you're saying? You've been in the Plane of Euthymia for so long; I worry for your safety."

You hear the pink fox envoy let out a quiet snort of amusement for your slight condescension (all in good faith, of course) as Ei sighed, "I think you forget that I am not a fragile mortal who needs to be coddled—I can withstand brutal wars and come out victorious."

"Besides," she adds, "I have done a fair amount of research to refresh my knowledge. I assure you both that I can take whatever it is you give me."

Miko mused, "I thought you knew better than to rely on textbook information rather than actual experiment, Ei."

"You're trying much too hard to dissuade me from my offer."

"We both deserve to rib into you for at least a couple hundred years."

"Especially considering how we've been left to fend for ourselves..."

"I.. suppose I do deserve that. And I want to make amends for it all, starting with this. So.. will you let me help? Please?" She looked at the both of you with such sincerity despite the subject matter.

...

The fact that Raiden Ei herself was begging the two of you though...

The both of you jumped her sides with sharing grins, your ears flicking in sync as you let out your own laughs.

"You should hope that you don't regret that, Ei.."

"..Because we are rather.. insatiable."

Then comes the actual thing and ohhhhh girlie was NOT prepared

When I said your heats get worse bc of how Ei's back, I fucking MEAN IT. It's the fact that that familiar sweet smell isn't just a not-quite-forgotten memory for you two anymore that it's just driving you both abslutely NUTS

When she gets to you two she gets POUNCED ON and there is. Basically no break for her at all and foreplay is basically foreGONE atp tbh

Eat her cunt like a bitch STARVED it's like both you and Miko are competing and assisting each other at the same time like who can eat her out better, who can make her squirt, etc etc

SO MANY BITE MARKS ON HER HOLY SHIT like okay yes on you and Miko as well but both of you want to mark Ei EXTREMELY for all the time you've lost with her. The both of you wanna show both Ei and perhaps the entirety of Inazuma that archon is YOURS at the end of the day......at least, if the loud noises didn't give them enough of a hint 🤷‍♀️

You're so right anon rip Ei's cunny indeed bc both you and Miko ABUSE the living HELL out of it❗️❗️❗️ You do often have to personally pry Miko off when she's overstaying in the spot you're supposed to share 🫶🫶🫶🫶 just tell her she's being a VERY bad girl rn and she'll fold. Usually she wouldn't but the haze (lol) in her mind is sooo fucking thick she can't think straight and she can't think of the witty remarks she would've otherwise made :((( poor baby the only thing she wants to do is breed and get bred :(((((((

I need to spitroast her with Miko so very badly I'm ngl to you I neeeed I NEEEEED I need to see Ei being impaled on both ends, both sides basically slobbering

It'd be very messy and would 100% take so long before you finish but when you do, it's with your fellow kitsune's own pussy practically filled to the brim and Leaking as she's laid out and finally passed out as your hips are locked in on your Archon's own; you cumming inside of you for like the nth time and stuffing her full w a mix of both your and Miko's cum and essentially plugging it with an inflamed bulb :3

Whether Ei has a system that allows her to get pregnant or not, gen who knows.......but one thing's def for sure. Or like three things acc: one, you two are VERY clearly excited that your shared lover is finally back; two, turns out she absolutely LOVES being used and bred by her two partners; and three?

It was an unusually hard thing to do, waking up. Despite having an artifical body and being an archon that has faced true horrors and extreme exhaustion, she found herself absolutely spent from the marathon.. copulation.

Ei had hoped that her exhaustion meant that the two of you were much more tired than she was, even despite your inhumanity, and yet...

Her eyes couldn't help but flutter open as a sudden gasp left her lips—she sees you push into her roughly with a lust-addled look on your face. You were already inside her when she fell asleep, considering the animalistic knot that held the both of you together, but even when it had shrunk to a more.. manageable level, you still hadn't taken it out.

Then Ei looks slightly to the right and there she sees her pink-haired familiar, heavily breathing as she grinded her wet, hot pussy onto her thighs with such loud, obscene moans.

(If the Archon listened close enough, which she did, she would've noticed the slight growl to the sounds she made—such a sound was at its most clearest when she ducked down to press another bite mark on porcelain skin.)

She couldn't even utter a word to remark that she had just woken up, didn't even have the room to do anything to stop you before you started pounding away at her like your life depended on it.

..And she could. Really, she could. She wasn't the feared Raiden Shogun for nothing.

She could stop you if she wanted to.

If she wanted to.

But when she feels the residual fluids within her gush out as you essentially resculpt her insides over and over and over, when she feels the desperate whines that Miko lets out as she cums and covers her thigh in slick, well.

She finds that she doesn't really want to.

(And really, not only was it her fault for volunteering, but this is her responsibility as your lover.)

(She knew that, and she wasn't going to start shirking her responsibilities again.)

(Even if it costs her her mobility for a while. But it's fine, she can just do a lot of maintenance after.)

[greyyson-but-no]

I absolutely love ur Jake fics. I’d like to request one where he has this big elaborate plan to propose to reader but somehow accidentally ended up breaking up with them but they make up (out) in the end and get engaged (kinda angsty to fluff). Only if this request seems interesting to you!

somethin' stupid

; fem reader ; hope this is what you were looking for xx ; i actually planned this for once CRAZY ; 16+ ;

"we're gonna go onto the roof to get a better view of the alley and the drop site." you spoke, sitting forward in your chair in the briefing room. holt was stood at the front of the room, watching you intently as you spoke about this mission. "well, i say 'we', but it's just gonna be me, sir."

it wasn't as if you were an idiot. the roof had been the same drop site from five years ago where you and jake watched a similar drug meet up. on any other day, jake would offer the two of you to both go to the roof together - for nostalgia, being a little romantic, you get the idea. but he had been so odd recently. he wasn't even sitting in the briefing room and when you had woken up this morning he hadn't been asleep next to you like he always was.

holt waved his hand about. "are you sure you're alright to do it by yourself? i'm sure we can find someone."

if you wanted to do it with anyone, it would be jake.

"no, it's okay, sir." you shook his offer away. "i'd prefer to do it on my own."

he nodded, dismissing you. "well, thank you for the update. i want details as soon as anything else happens." nodding at him, you stood up, leaving the briefing room. on your way out, rosa caught you. she silently led you to your desk, sitting down in the extra chair placed there and leaning back.

rosa raised an eyebrow at you. "alright, what's going on, s/n?"

"what do you mean?"

she laughed, shaking her head. "you've been acting off all week and you never do a stakeout by yourself. especially at night, on a rooftop, with no one else near."

shrugging you brushed her question off, grabbing a pen and starting to fill out some details on a file for the stakeout. "nothing."

"talk to me."

you laughed, running a hand down your face as the reality that rosa was not going to let you get away with this. you stared to her, sighing as you started to speak. "jake's been acting weird, i don't know. i haven't seen him all day and he's been barely talking to me when i do see him. this stakeout tonight is literally where he confessed he liked me and yet he's nowhere to be seen to offer to come with me."

"that is weird." at least rosa agreed.

nodding, you waved your hand around. "exactly. and normally when we wake up, we come in together, having breakfast together, even chill a little bit in bed together in the morning but he had already left the house when i woke up this morning. it's just so odd and so unlike him. it's coming up to five years together and i don't know... i think he might be breaking up with me."

rosa knew jake's plan, but she would rather do anything but give it away. this would be a difficult route to traverse but she had it under covers. "i don't think he's breaking up with you."

"how do you know? what else would explain how he's acting?" you asked, laughing because this conversation sounded to stupid.

the detective shrugged. "i don't know, but i trust jake and i trust you, if he would break up with you he wouldn't do it like this."

"hm." you hummed, slowly starting to give up.

"just." rosa paused, shrugging. "get the stakeout done tonight, if he's still acting weird then find some way to force him to talk, but i'm sure that nothing is wrong and there's an explanation for everything."

smiling softly, you caught her eyes. "thanks rosa, i really appreciate you helping me out."

"of course."

it was about half an hour into the stakeout, you were perched on an empty wooden crate, snacking on a bag of cashews. jake always got snack-y on stakeouts, and with the amount of them that you had done together, it had become a habit that you had taken aboard as well.

the rest of the day had been pretty shit. you and diaz had worked on a b&e with door duty and then once it was dark you gathered all the equipment you needed and head off to this current rooftop. still, you hadn't seen jake all day, and when you asked holt, apparently he hadn't even turned up for work at all, having called in sick. it was as if he had completely gone off the grid.

you were brought out of your thoughts as a van pulled up into the alley, two men stepping out with balaclavas covering their faces. one was clearly shorter than the other, and they communicated in silence as they did what they needed to do.

it wasn't the mission to arrest them. just get information on a client and get photos to maybe help identify them. but goddamn you really needed a fucking win and the opportunity was staring you in the face.

because everything had started to get a little on your nerves. you had tried to text jake, you even called him a couple times but nothing ever changed. door duty had come back with nothing helpful and everything seemed like it was just going to shit.

but arresting people did help. it felt like an accomplishment, helping the city, doing your job, even if it wasn't the mission.

anybody else would have told you to ask for back up. they were two grown men who could probably overpower easily enough but you were a cop. you had a gun.

there was a little voice in the back of your head saying that this was a breach of power and probably the complete wrong thing to do but at that moment, you could not care less. you really fucking needed this and it would go your way no matter what, you would make sure of it.

so you left the cashews in your bag, grabbing your gun and badge and two sets of handcuffs and found the door on the rooftop to go and get them.

"NYPD- hands up, drop everything you're doing and get on your knees, now!" you shouted as you ran up to them, holding your gun up towards them.

clearly, it stunned them, the taller of the two shouting out, "what? no-!" but doing exactly as you asked and dropping the box.

there was a lot you didn't know.

"take the masks off." you ordered, waving the gun about. "now."

the same one that had cried out before shook his head. "what if we, uh, don't want to?"

"i'm pointing a gun at your head and i'm police, is that really the attitude you wanna have right now?" eyebrows furrowed, you stared down at them, genuinely confused as to why the two men were acting like this.

"no-! it's gonna ruin the plan!" he whined, shuffling around.

the other one spoke up for the first time. "man, you're just gonna have to give in, there's gotta be a better way to do this, you know."

"yeah... i know." he sighed, shaking his head.

"what the fuck is going on?" you asked, lowering your gun and getting a little more suspicious as you realised you recognized both the voices that had spoken now. you couldn't place where, but you definitely did recognize them.

at the same time, they both reach up and pull the masks from their faces to reveal jake and charles.

"okay guys, what the fuck?" you shove the gun back into its holster as the two of them stand up.

jake held his hands up. "please, just let me explain."

scoffing, without even meaning to, you shook your head. "no! because actually what the fuck, jake! are you criminals now? drug dealers? i don't see you all day, you leave the house before i'm even awake and you avoid me at the precinct all day!"

"babe-" he went to speak, but you didn't let him.

"five years ago we sat on that rooftop together-" you pointed backwards the building behind you as jake sighed and his shoulders practically deflated. "and you told me you liked me and then we had one of the best days of my life, now what? you're going behind my back, avoiding me? what even is this anymore? because if you're going to act like this i don't know if i want to do this with you anymore."

at those last words, he stepped forward, getting you to finally be quiet as a last act of desperation. oh god, he didn't want your relationship to end the way it was hurdling towards. "please, just let me talk for two minutes."

laughing out of shock, you crossed your arms over your chest. "okay, fine, go on then, what?"

he stepped forward again, charles secretly stepped backward to give the two of you some space. jake caught your eyes. "i haven't been avoiding you. i took the day of to prepare tonight because i needed you to be alone on that rooftop. i had to get up early this morning because that's when the pawn shop opened and i needed to pick this up and-"

when he pulled out the small box and opened it, revealing a silver engagement ring, your stomach dropped. oh my god, you had completely miscalculated the situation.

"it's nothing special but it's the best i can afford and then i spent the whole day with charles trying to arrange tonight and it all went wrong and now it's all-"

you leapt forward, palms flying to rest against his cheeks as you pulled him down to your level and let his lips press against yours. he was surprised but quickly pulled you closer, confused but thankful and with about fifteen other emotions and thoughts running through his mind.

"i love you-" you murmured against his lips, still as physically close to him as you could possibly get. "so much."

jake swiftly pulled himself back, eyebrows furrowed at you as his arms curved around your waist. "you're not mad?"

"i've never been more confused but i'm not mad." you admitted, smiling as he rested his forehead against yours. "this is very possibly the most 'us' way this could have happened."

"you make a good point." he chuckled. "so, milady, if i may..."

he let go of your waist, pulling out the little box from his pocket again and dropping onto one knee. from somewhere in the alleyway, charles squealed but the two of you just laughed it off as jake looked up at you with such a loving look. there had been a point where you didn't think anybody could love you as much as jake does, but right now, with the look he was giving you - this was everything you ever needed.

"i love you more than anything." he paused as you laughed, completely overwhelmed with everything. "and i know the whole idea of this was to come up with some elaborate plan so i can propose romantically but i couldn't think of a better way than for this to happen. i mean, you literally went to arrest me tonight and we got together on that rooftop across the road. there's nothing more suitable for us than this moment right now."

he paused, soft browns looking directly up at you and sighing a little lovingly as he spotted a tear fall from your eye. "so, without further ado, y/n s/n, will you marry me?"

"jake peralta." you grinned down at him. "yes, i will marry you."

he stood up and slid the ring onto your finger, leaning down to press his lips against you once more, the grin on his face refusing to leave as he came to the reality of the situation. the two of you were engaged, this was all he'd ever wanted.

[yellowjestertfs]

Just another ordinary day

Been busy working on a longer project (as in 40k+ words :0) but in the meantime decided to publish another older story of mine with revisions and images. AI was being especially tricky on me this time so the images are not quite what I pictured but good enough. If anyone has any tips for making better images or is interested in proofreading my longer story let me know!

I woke with a start, my mind still groggy from sleep my vision hazy. It was one of those sudden wake-ups that throws off your whole day, the kind usually prompted by some bad dream or loud noise. Only there had been no such occurrence; my sleep had been peaceful and from what I could remember dreamless, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling something had woken me. 

No matter the cause I was up, and judging by the daylight creeping through my shades there was no point falling back to sleep. With a groan, I lifted myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. The alarm on my bedside table informed me I had thirty extra minutes this morning to get ready for work. Never one to waste time I decided to have a quick wank with my extra time to try to release some of the stress my sudden wakeup had caused.

Something felt off as I pulled down my pants to reveal my dick, rock hard as it was most mornings. The type of feeling you get when you say a word over and over and it loses all meaning. Everything else seemed normal, my body was still just as average as when I went to bed, nice strong legs from a childhood of playing soccer and a slight beer belly from my time playing beer pong in college. My face looked the same as well, a generally generic face, adorned by light stubble which had grown in while I slept, and bags under my eyes from my draining corporate job. It was my dick that felt off, foreign, only that was ridiculous. It looked the same as it had since I finished puberty. Just over a foot long and proportionally thick, it was just as average as the rest of my body. Something about thinking of my third leg as average felt wrong but I chalked it up to the dregs of sleep. That was simply how men were, nothing strange about it.

Shanking myself out of my contemplative state I hopped into the shower and went about the act of washing away the sheen of sweat I had gained while I slept. I also took this time to rub one out, using the standard two-hand technique practiced by most men. My dick quickly rose to its full size, and within minutes, my tennis ball-sized balls were churning out cum. I thought back to an article I had read in high school that claimed the average male ejaculated a third a gallon of cum per climax, and judging by my admissions that seemed plausible. I supposed the amount coupled with the force accounted for the high rate of condom breakage, not that any but the bravest of women ever allowed for penetrative sex.

After maneuvering the shower head to force all the cum down the drain I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist, paying special care to ensure that my dick didn’t cause the cloth to come undone. Suddenly I felt a wave pass over me. I felt immediately nauseous and light-headed and a strange sensation of deja vu. I realized this was the feeling that had woken me up this morning, then just as suddenly as it had come over me the queasiness vanished as did my memory of the event. I was left only with a vague sense of unease. Powering through the strange sensation I wiped down the mirror and was confronted once again with a visage that felt somehow off. It wasn’t my average face nor the obscene bulge hidden behind my towel, both of those were normal. My body too looked just as average as ever, thick cut pecs, prominent square abs, and bulging 22’’ biceps were nothing to write home about, although I supposed my time playing soccer had given my legs an extra boost elevating them from the standard 30-inch thickness to a respectable 35. Luckily for me, men are incapable of storing fat otherwise I might have a belly from all those beers I drank in college I thought to myself absentmindedly patting my six-pack. Still, in a world where most men have 250 pounds of walking muscle, I have always felt sort of insecure about my scrawny 230-pound body. 

Quickly forgetting about the strange sensation I finished my morning routine, electing to keep my stubble in the hopes of cultivating a more rugged look on my average face. I exited the bathroom and opened my closet, greeted by the sight of several rows of various dress shirts, embarrassingly all labeled as men's adult small. Putting on underwear was easy enough as with all menswear my boxers had a special compartment for my hose-like junk. A dress shirt too buttoned easily over my cabbage-sized pecs as of course all men's shirts were created for just the task. I was just in the process of squeezing my legs into billowing trousers when I felt another wave pass over me. My already precarious balance caused me to fall, and I caught myself on the edge of my dresser, only it wasn’t a dresser. Why would I have a dresser, I wasn’t a woman what would I do with clothing? Righting myself against what I realized was a workout bench I glanced down just to reassure myself of my nakedness. I wondered absently where the thought of me owning clothing had come from, what a preposterous idea, that would be like a woman walking around naked. I would be fired on the spot if I showed up in such an offensive garment. Casting the ridiculous idea out of my mind I grabbed my bag and headed off to work. 

Saying hello to my hunky neighbor as I passed I finally emerged onto the street. Despite my strange morning, the world outside my apartment appeared the same as it always was, men on their way to work naked, of course, pecs and dick bouncing as they walked, bare feet smacking against the smooth temperature-controlled cement. I joined the throngs of men crowding the sidewalks and waited at a crosswalk as men showing flesh drove by, their cars of course made specifically large enough to hold their bulk. I became just another face in the crowd, just another man on his way to work, bodybuilder frame revealed to the wind. The eye easily passed over my foot-long dick, the instrument not nearly long enough to garner any attention. Be they young or old, rich or poor every man was at least 200 pounds of muscle with a shlong to match and of course, all of them were naked, it was simply how the world was, how it had always been. Depending on the subway station I swiped my metro card and made my way to the appropriate train. As the train pulled I was buffeted by yet another wave and was instantly wracked with an intense pulse of nausea which disappeared just as suddenly as it had arrived. 

Releasing I had fallen down, but not knowing why, I stood back up to my full 7’10” hight and saw all around me men doing the same. For a moment the doors to the subway car in front of me looked strange, almost too tall but that didn’t make any sense. They stood just as tall as ever, the standard 9 foot hight, enough to allow most men to enter without hitting their heads. I knew of course that there were rare men who would still have to duck to enter the train car but for the vast majority of men who averaged around 8’0’’, ten feet was more than sufficient. I entered the car and sat down, my bare butt brushing up against the perky ass of a blond man with a round face on one side and a woman in expertly pressed dress slacks and a matching navy blazer on the other. As the train took off another wave stuck. This one merely caused me to clutch my head as a splitting headache appeared and then vanished in a second. The woman next to me was hit harder by the instantly forgotten wave of reality-altering force. Thrown off balance she bounced into my left pec, her head cushioned by the squishy yet firm muscle. Recovering immediately and feeling somewhat confused as to how she ended up pressed against me she apologized and distracted herself by pulling out her phone and flipping to the camera app to ensure her makeup was not smudged. Though the camera was pointed at herself I could see my reflection, my head towering over hers even in my sitting position. 

I certainly wasn’t ugly by any standard but I also wasn’t some model. My chiseled wide jaw was just about as handsome as every other man on the train, although the perfect coating of square stubble that had grown in during the night did lend me a rugged edge. The rest of my features were pretty mundane, clear and pore-less skin, thick square eyebrows and a dimpled wide chin were the default for men, as evidenced by the golden-haired Adonis that sat next to me. Even so, I always liked my piercing bright eyes and high cheekbones even though they were hardly rare in the world.

The blond man sitting next to me with the perfect lantern jaw got up at the next stop. Mine was the one after that. 

I exited the car and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time to ensure I wasn’t late. My work building looked the same as it always did, with large doors to accommodate male employees and in the lobby a giant bronze statue of a man holding the earth, his body naked and extremely well muscled and hung of course for the sake of realism. Despite my relative scrawniness I still used a male-designated elevator, the female ones not made to handle my weight or height. The several other men in the elevator and I had only made it a few floors before we were subject to one final and seemingly extra powerful shockwave. The weight of the changes enacted easily caused all the men even with their rock-hard muscles to crumple and we collapsed onto each other. My hand somehow ended up gasping the long penis of a 40-year-old accountant with a perfectly maintained salt and pepper beard. For a moment I motioned to let go of his member before reality snapped back in and I remembered my manners. It would be incredibly rude for me to begin a morning grope and not bring him to completion. In fact,  I had already made a major faux pas by not kissing my coworker hello. This error in tact was quickly rectified as the rest of the elevator ride turned into a make-out session. By my floor the sexy accountant I was giving a handjob to reached completion and I took his load as my breakfast. As I left he spanked my ass and stuck his business card between my butt checks. Guess he liked my elevator pitch. 

I went straight to my boss's office as was customary and gave the 350-pound silver fox a quick blow job before he transferred his abnormally large penis into my ass and fucked me while we discussed business. Turns out the reality-warping machine he had invested in had been broken into this morning although as far as anyone could tell no damage had been done nor had the machine been used. 

“Makes sense I told him" In-between moans as he obliterated my prostate. “I imagine we would know if someone were to fuck with reality.” 

My boss clenched his superhumanly wide lantern jaw and straightened up to his full over eight-foot height, both football-sized biceps flexed behind his head. “You're right on that account kid, today is yet another ordinary day.