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[fromgoy2joy]

Let's write about Jewish characters in dynamic ways- that make it clear "Yes this is us. Yes, we are living our lives with this happiness and ritual, and we love it. "

Like it's so easy to write about, to have casual observances of Judaism and cultural practices be in the background of stories. I'll write of the few examples I can think of in my frame of reference as a college student-

there's a mezuza in the doorway of a college kid's apartment. Whenever his friends come over, it's a reach for some of them to touch it because both he and the rabbi who installed it are 6 foot three. The others feel like a middle school boy slapping the ceiling as they try and reach for the damn thing.

Characters rush on public transport to get to a rabbi's house on shabbat. The train is due. There's a flurry of regrouping, then trying to call a missing friend to get there, and then the process of methodically hiding Magen davids and jewish objects because getting to shabbat dinner without a situation was an order from college Hillel staff.

A character is half-drunk at 2 AM at the convenience store but has to scan the list of ingredients on their chemically disgusting snack for gelatin.

Said character is prevented by her friends from only sustaining herself on 7/11 slushees "even though it's all kosher!"

There are references to the Purim incident constantly- it is never clarified what happened on Purim.

the hypothetical gang of characters are in the middle of nowhere on a grand magical adventure. The main character notices a mezuza on a door of a cabin, knocks on it, and has an in-depth conversation with the resident. Then, he waves his friends over. "Hey, guys! We have a place to stay tonight!" Because through the magic of Jewish geography, it was discovered that the grumpy old Jewish man in the woods is the grand uncle of one of his Jewish Day school teachers

A character who eats cheesy bacon bagels regularly on passover has a deep respect for jewish ritual items. He kisses the siddurim as they're handed back into a pile, he always kisses his kippah that he wears for ritual purposes of shabbats and minions. He's very careful with these objects and keeps on claiming dropping something He is observant, and he cares so much, but not in the "typical" way. Just... please show the nuance in practice.

The big "going out night" for our fearless college student isn't Friday but saturday night because of shabbat.

The stain on the rabbi's couch is not to be mentioned

A character keeps on mentioning the stain anyway.

Jewish goodbyes after any event take a minimum of two hours and that's why the gang is delayed on their journey to save the world .

I want more representation than characters in novels saying "haha I'm jewish but eat bacon and love Christmas!" in such flat ways. Please feel free to add more hypothetical ways of representation in the comments !!! About or inspired by your own life and experiences ! Let's make this post vibrant!

[smutoperator]

Karina shower smut please

Spicy Illusions

Yu Jimin (Karina) x Male Reader

Tags: ahegao, bratty son, choking, creampie, dildo, real or not?, shower sex, stupid cheese cat, throwback, titfucking

Word count: 3496.

Karina had you in a chokehold. You could go all day watching her fancams and drooling at every move she made. Your favorite ones were those of the Spicy era, where Karina had her blonde hair. Her iconic Salty & Sweet fancam was at the top of your list.

"Run, run, run, kitty, kitty, run, run," you repeated her words from the song, mesmerized at the bounce of Karina's boobs. So much so that your mom had to intervene, seeing her soon looking like an addict. "All you can do these days is watch those fucking fancams all day; you should get a job." However, you were so into Karina that you had started seeing her figure in your mother's body. "It turns me on so much when you watch me dance," Karina said in your imagination. "I want to watch myself with you," she kept saying, as you could only look at her massive bazookas on her chest.

You were on the verge of kissing her before your mom started yelling, "What the hell are you doing?" as you were instead trying to kiss her. "Sorry, mom, I'm not feeling well," you replied. "I think I need to take a shower," you continued. "Then make sure to clean it too," your mom replied.

You headed to the shower with a bucket on your hands, leaving it right in the box as you started cleaning it. However, it wasn't long before you heard some water noises coming out of it. Suddenly, you found a naked, pink-haired woman inside taking a shower. You scanned her body from bottom to top, mesmerized by her amazing figure, but obviously, her saggy, massive melons, fully covered in foam, were what caught your attention the most, especially as she grabbed them to wash her milkers. Karina smiled at you and moved her body, as you could only watch in disbelief at what you were seeing. It had to be an illusion. The way she touched herself already turned you hard in an instant; your eyes were fully fixated on those big boobs, and the way she washed her pussy and pressed her tits against the box, printing its marks on it, was so sexy.

You closed your eyes, and suddenly she was gone. You got back to doing your cleaning affairs, using the bathroom's sink to put some water in your eyes, but just as you looked in the mirror and saw the shower on it, Karina was back inside it, on her knees as she now had a bright pink phallic object in her mouth, sucking it as she played with her tits. You walked towards the box, staring at the foggy glass as Rina got up. She now turned around, continuing her little sexy show as she inserted the pink dildo in her pussy and pushed it up and down her hole. You touched the glass right where her butt was placed as you kept watching her, seeing as she made naughty moves with her tongue like a stupid cheese cat and kept pressing her body against the glass.

Karina got back to facing you as she closed her eyes and put her tongue out, licking the glass close to your face on the other side. She then got once again back on her knees, and that was too much for you to endure. You rapidly took all your clothes off as Karina gave you a sign to come in, opening the door and joining her inside that ample shower box. Her eyes brightened as she stayed in that submissive position, grabbing your cock from the start and licking her chops at the size of it, sticking her warm mouth at your veiny pole. You just pin yourself to the wall and watch her do the work. Everything about Karina feels amazing to you—the way she grabs your cock, the way her naughty eyes look while doing it, and the way she grabs one of her boobs with her left hand, trying to prevent gravity from letting it drop to the ground.

Karina kept licking your shaft, just putting it halfway in her mouth to tease you. She moves to your balls and cleans them with her mouth before giving your shaft a full top-to-bottom lick, then throating it as she firmly grabs it. The water keeps running, but this is no longer your problem; just let your bitchy mom pay for it anyway. "That's good," you tell Rina, who starts moving her mouth faster while you just enjoy the show, as she now sucks your cock without using any hands before wrapping them around your balls.

You tell Karina to get up as you want to take a closer look at her huge bazookas, grabbing her boobs to massage them from behind, pressing them together, and rubbing her nipples. You then run down her amazing body all the way to her pussy, but without touching it yet, adding an extra layer of soap to her beautiful tummy before going back to her grand prize. Her tits are soft and sturggle with gravity, your hands keeping them up as you also kiss her neck and collarbones. "Hmm, baby, I see you love my big, beautiful tiddies," Rina says with a smile on her face. She knows how much they grab men's attention and how much they like to grab them.

You grope her boobs harder, massaging them as the water running from the shower hits the sides of both your bodies. Your hands are fully covered in soap as they move around every inch of Karina's body, but her melons get the majority of your attention. You now pin Rina against the wall as she grabs your cock with her left hand while her right hand rests on her boobs. You look at them like a baby about to get fed by his mother, diving your head to suck her milk to the fullest, making Rina elicit a sexy moan.

But she had better things to do with her time, as Karina got back on her knees and poured liquid soap all the way over her bazookas. "I want you to clean it," she says, placing your cock between her big honkers. You get the assignment, thrusting your cock between her heavenly melons with all your might as she smiles at you. "That's very hot," she compliments as she presses her boobs harder and tightens them around your cock. You take advantage of it to the fullest, also rubbing your tip on her hard nipples.

Karina gets up as soon as you give her ass a little tap. She bends over as she sticks the pink dildo back in her mouth while you penetrate her, getting spit-roasted from the start. The deeper you stick your cock inside her, the deeper she throats her dildo. "I love that big dick stretching my pussy," she says on the rare occasion she takes her mouth off the dildo, gagging on it as she grabs her boobs while you slowly fuck her cunt. "That pussy is so tight," you say as Karina's moans are muffled by the dildo. You finally push harder, making her saggy melons bounce as gravity tries to rip them off Rina's body, her nipples pointing right at the wet box floor.

Your sudden increase takes Rina by surprise, making her spit on the dildo. "Oh, that feels so fucking good," she exclaims. You make her feel even better as you hit her cervix, leading her to scream for the first time. You take Karina right at her weakest and pin her against the glass, her boobs now fully smashed against it as you mercilessly pound her. The sound of your balls clapping against her body is mixed with the wet water running down them, making a splash every time you pump your cock deep into her pussy. "That's such a big dick," she exclaims.

You move to the center of the shower to take a little break, but Rina is relentless, riding you in a standing position as she pushes your body up against yours. Meanwhile, you firmly grab her tits and use the liquid soap in her leg area, covering her thighs full of it as you massage them. "Look how I make your cock nice and clean," Karina says as she keeps bouncing, her saggy tits moving in perfect sync while you give her ass a few spankings. "Oh, that's so hoy," she says, wrapping her left arm around her tits to prevent them from falling out and then getting your help as you're now the one groping them. "You're so damn good inside me," she says.

Karina now bends over, facing the opposite side of the box, letting the water clean the soap from her ass, moaning as the flow of water penetrates her pussy and asshole. But she's about to moan much harder as your wet cock goes back in, hitting the puddle inside her vaginal walls. You tease Rina by rubbing your tip against her wet clit (in both senses) before steadily stretching her pussy out as water hits your shaft and your shaft hits her walls to the fullest. "Ohhh, this shower is making me even wetter," Karina says as you groan with your cock stretching her tight holes.

Rina turns things a little spicier, adding the liquid soap all over her ass. "Grab it and wash it," she demands. You do it as she pleases, washing her ass with your hands while your cock washes her pink pussy. "Perfect, just like how I wanted it; give it to me; push it harder," Karina says as you keep going, even letting her move her hips against you before pushing harder. "I love the way you stick it deep in my pussy," she continues.

You poke Rina's melons, telling her you want to switch positions. It's time to test her dancer's flexibility. But not before Rina's sucks your cock dry of her juices. "It looks like it's dirty again," she laughs, sucking it off while hard-grabbing it with her right hand. Karina keeps going, getting sloppier as she goes, until she says these words: "Looks like it's clean again." She places her right leg on your left shoulder, naughtily telling you that you can put it back in. The angle of her body leads to an easy thrust and a perfect deep penetration from the start, as your throbbing cock bulges under Karina's slim body.

"Holy shit!" Karina screams as she looks at you, your cock filling her pussy and draining all the water inside it, cleaning her walls to the fullest as you strike hard and deep against them. You wrap your hands in her waist to make sure she doesn't slip out, but Rina has great body control and loves to take a deep pounding in one leg, getting sent over the moon at each pump. "I love that; it's really deep," she claims. "Push it harder in my pussy," she continues, as her tits got back to bouncing beautifully, turning you on and leading to faster thursts as you want to watch them quake every time you impale her. "Damn, you got such a perfect cock," she screams as your dick is now deeply buried in Karina's vagina, to the point where it takes a long time to pull out fully.

You then push Karina close to the showerhead as she holds herself with her hands and her back gets showered while you keep fucking her in one leg as she gets overwhelmed with your hard and deep thursts while the showering in the back turns her on even more as the water hits her erogenous spots. She gives you a passionate kiss as you wrap your body closer to hers. Karina now holds her lifted leg against the glass as she tries to keep her balance in spite of your fast pumping in her pussy, wrapping your arms around you as her butt presses the glass. You look at her right in the eye, kissing her as she squeals every time you hit her cervix.

You finally put Karina's right leg back on the ground, making love with her in an eye-to-eye position where you kiss her tenderly while grabbing her sexy ass as you continue to stretch her pussy, pushing so hard that your dick pops out, landing right between her thighs. You seize the opportunity as you keep doing the same thing but now pushing it between Karina's long, sexy legs as she closes them to grip it tighter.

After you're done with Rina's honey thighs, you turn her around, pushing her face close to the wall and pointing the showehead straight to her tits, cleaning them as they freely bounce while you manhandle her pussy. "Fuck me like that; destroy my pussy," she asks, and you oblige, clapping her cheeks hard each time you go in and out of her hole. "Right there, right there!" she exclaims when you spank her ass multiple times, her stupid tongue coming out of her mouth. "Oh fuck, fuck, shit, shit," she curses like music to your ears as you hug her by the tummy, pressing your thumb on her belly button while pounding her faster at each attack, making Karina roll her eyes and open her mouth like she's doing a real-life ahegao that gets even better when you grope her tits, leading her to stick her tongue out in a way that makes her look like a dumb fuckdoll, with some sticky saliva also coming out of her mouth as you lick her long neck from top to bottom.

As soon as you feel like Karina's bazookas are clean enough, you're ready to switch positions. "Get on that fucking floor," you command her as you pin Karina's back against it and give her a pounding in mating press, pressing her legs hard against her milkers. The water hitting against your back makes you push deeper while flooding starts to build under Rina's back, her body "floating" on top of it and then drowing as the thrusts of your cock push it against the rising water, her dumb expressions leading you to slap her face. "You're really a stupid cheese cat," you tell her.

After some rough poundings, you switch to something more romantic, putting Karina in a spooning position on the floor. The water accumulating under you two is enough to cover half of her right boob as you give her a slow and watery fuck, groping both her tits from behind, giving her romantic kisses, and making sure to stimulate every single one of her soft spots, but especially her boobs and neck. But your primal instincts of dominance aren't gone for long as you switch to a fast jackhammering of her pussy that makes waves under her body while choking her, something Karina loves as her nipples get even more erect. "Give me, give me, more, more more," she begs as she struggles to let those words out while you firmly grab her neck and press her left boob before letting them freely bounce, leading to more dumb expressions coming from Karina's face as this whole pounding makes her cum.

"That's good, baby. Now I want you to hop on that dick," you tell Karina as you release her from your grasp. She sits on your pole immediately, riding it to perfection with a fast bounce, while you reach to continue groping her milky melons. She's such a pro rider that even her bouncy bazookas don't pose a problem to her. You just let Rina take over and gleefully watch as she pleases you, sitting on your cock like no one ever could. "Fuck, you're so deep in me," she says as she keeps moving, her overexaggerated eye rolls and tongue sticking out of her mouth back in full swing as she uses your chest as a support while her tits move like a pair of pinballs.

Karina grinds on your cock as she switches to a reverse cowgirl ride. "I want to worship that cock more," she says as she turns around. She tilts her body just enough to give you a side view of her tits bouncing. "Every time I go down on that cock, it gets hotter," she says as she closes her eyes and lets your length stretch her out. "You've got such a perfect big fucking cock," she says. Her tilted ride makes your cock hit spots it couldn't before, getting you on the edge. Karina senses it and slows down so she can enjoy her extremely wet body stretched to the fullest for longer. "I want to feel that cock all the way in," she tells you as she gets back to a fast-paced ride. "I'm so fucking wet, a wet cat," she tells you as her juices start mixing with the water inside her vagina. You try to slow her down by placing your hands under her thighs, but that has no effect at all; Karina just smashes it and keeps bouncing on your cock; the extra obstacle actually makes her push harder. It turns out that cheese cat wasn't so stupid at all.

Rina flips around and washes your cock with some running water from the shower. "My juices left it quite dirty," she says as she rubs the head on her clit, before switching back to a slow cowgirl ride while you grab her ass. "You're so good to me," you tell her as you spank her butt. "Work that dick," you demand of her. "Oh yes, I'm working on it," she answers. "Keep going, keep going, work for that cum," you reply as she switches to shallow but fast bounces, leading you to quickly regret those words. "I think I'm gonna cum," you tell her the next time you open your stupid mouth.

"Then cum inside me."

These words make you go feral as you push Karina back up, pinning her against the glass and grabbing her by the waist while also licking her neck. The glass now is as foggy as ever, except for the spots where the print of her big tits and the breaths of her moaning mouth melt the steam. "You like that, stupid cheese cunt?" you ask her. "Yes. Give it to me, baby; you got such a good cock. Right there, baby, right there," she replies as she sticks her tongue out once more, now also placing her hands on the glass as you take full control of her baby-making body. "Clean that fucking glass," you tell Karina as the glass trembles while you maul her cunt, fingering it with your right hand while using your left hand to spank her tits, her whole body rubbing against the glass but especially her boobs, which now act as a sponge. "Look how well they are cleaning it," Karina flaunts as her big boobs keep pressing the glass.

Karina wipes her hands on the glass as you push her closer to you, letting her see the round prints of her tits on it. She already feels out of breath, but you make sure to make it harder for her as you choke her while shutting her mouth with sucking kisses. "Oh my God," Karina says as you free her just a little before resuming pounding her, using her tits to clean the full glass while you kiss and choke her. "Stupid tit cow," you tell her as you place your hands between her tits, who are now almost breaking the glass. You shut her mouth, making it as hard as possible on Rina. Her walls close as you do so, and her face turns red as you pound her, now letting her tits off the glass for the hardest bounce as you treat Karina like a breeding cow and say that you're ready to put a baby inside at any second.

You set her neck and mouth free, but the only thing Karina can do is pray to God. She's a devout Catholic, after all, isn't she? But the only thing she'll get today is the gift of a baby as you paint her tightening walls with your seed as soon as you free her from your grasp, kissing her as you grab her cream-filled pussy and soon-to-be-swollen tits while she makes her stupdiest ahegao yet. You did it; you managed to cum inside your favorite idol. You were enjoying this unique moment until a loud bang knocked you down.

"STUPID LITTLE SHIT. YOU'VE BEEN IN THIS SHOWER FOR 30 MINUTES. GET THE FUCK OUT", it was your mom yelling at you. As she opened the box, a flood of water came out of it, akin to the flood of sperm you had just put inside Karina.

Or had you? As you and your mom looked at the shower box, it had a sticky white substance glued to it. I wonder what that was.

[sttoru]

“PLAYING WITH FIRE.”

༄ sypnosis. you show up to jujutsu high to pay satoru a visit on your day off, though that visit quickly turns into him bending you over in his office.

༄ note. ehh.. satoru brainrot. especially teacher satoru who’s a different person when you two r alone and away from his students.. slurps.

༄ tags. satoru x female reader. dom!satoru, sub!reader. unprotected sex, creampie, doggy style, degradation, objectification, kinda dubcon in one sentence, hair pulling, satoru takes pictures, bit of overstimulation, tiny bit of aftercare.

satoru had been trying very hard to keep his hands off of you in front of his students after you walked into his classroom. you used the famous excuse of ‘dropping off his forgotten lunch’ to bother your boyfriend at work.

you were all dolled up, make up done nicely while wearing a skimpy outfit that was almost scandalous to attend a prestigious school in.

satoru caved in immediately the moment you two were alone in the privacy of his office.

“n’more.. no more— please.” you babble mindlessly, a string of your own saliva trickling down the corner of your mouth and onto your chin.

“ah, fuck, you can do it, baby; just hold on f’me.” satoru reassures you through deep grunts, clamping a hand on your mouth to prevent you from making too much noise.

not that that’d be able to muffle the squelchy sounds that echoed throughout his office every time he plunged his cock into your sopping cunt.

“haah, shit— let me put that pretty mouth of yours to use, c’mon.”

two of his long fingers slide between your lips and without hesitation, you twirl your tongue around and suck at them as if on cue.

“mhh, just like that.” satoru hisses as he feels your saliva coat his skin while his other hand circles your clit.

his eyes wander down to your ass and the way it jiggles each time he slams his hips against the plump flesh.

satoru was also completely entranced by the sight of his cock—now glazed with a mixture of your juices— disappearing and reappearing not a second afterwards with each thrust.

“holy shit, y’re such a slutty thing.” a groan leaves his lips and you can feel him twitch inside of you the minute you tighten up around him. his filthy words were making your legs shake.

“yeah? ya like that, hm?” satoru’s hand which stimulated your clit left its place only to grab a fistful of your hair to yank your head back,

“bet you do, ‘cause this is exactly what you wanted by comin’ here dressed like that.”

you whine and dig your nails into the wooden surface beneath you, vision blurry as you feel the tears form due to satoru pulling at your hair. not only that; satoru knew just how to angle his hips to be able to hit the furthest parts of your sloppy pussy.

“nnh— yes, yes! fuck.” your desperate cries were muffled as you continued to suck on satoru’s fingers with your drool dripping down onto his desk.

satoru’s bangs clung onto his forehead, the sweat running down his skin making it hard for his glasses to properly remain on the bridge of his nose.

“so eager- so fuckin’ eager for a cock to fill you up.” satoru lets the words roll off the tongue in the heat of the moment.

you know that you got him extremely riled up when satoru’s being like this. it’s attractive to say the least; you’ve always loved it whenever he lets go of any self-control and just straight up fucks you brainless—not caring where you two may be.

his desk trembles with each intense thrust. the various objects on it threatening to fall as they all neared the edge due to the vibrations from your bodies.

it’s not like your boyfriend cared about the mess he’d make of his office when he’d rather make a mess out of you and your aching cunt.

“gonna—fuck—cum in your pussy, yeah? gonna have ya walk ‘round campus with my cum.”

you mindlessly nod along, babbling something incoherent that sounded like a ‘yes, please’ to satoru’s ears. and if it wasn’t, well, he’d do it anyway.

the thought of you walking out of his office afterwards with his hot load leaking out of your sweet cunt, you subtly trying to hide the liquid with your skirt since he ripped your panties apart; it drove him to the edge of insanity.

“shit, shit, shit.” curses leave satoru’s lips as he feels the pleasure building up to the point of release, “‘m gonna cum so hard— fuck!”

a deep groan echoes in your ears as you feel spurts of hot, thick cum flood your aching pussy— seeping straight into your womb.

“ngh— ‘toru!” you gasp for air once his fingers left your mouth so that satoru could grab onto your hips.

“stay still, angel. mm— have’ta make sure it stays.” the white-haired man adds in a husky tone and continues to pump into you with a few firm and deep strokes.

his blue eyes peered through his glasses at the sinful view of the white liquid overflowing and slowly dripping onto your thighs.

after making sure to push his cum as far as possible, satoru pulls out with a hiss.

just when you thought it’d be over, you could feel him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your cunt— smearing his cum, along with your own juices, all over your folds.

“now that’s a sight.” satoru hums slightly, licking his lips before bending his upper body forward. his chest was flush against your back while you tried to catch your breath on his desk.

soft pecks were placed all over the back of your neck, one last one on your forehead.

“you did so well, baby.” he reassures you, tone and expression back to his usual soft one.

you smile back tiredly at him as you mumble a quick ‘thank you’ between deep breaths. your exhausted eyes followed satoru’s hands as they searched for something in his pockets.

a grin spreads on his face before he leans down again to whisper into your ear, one hand caressing your back while the other held his phone.

“be good for me and stay bent over like that, m’kay? need to take a pic of the mess i made.”

[drabblesandimagines]

Rescue

Halsin x reader Inspired by this post by @amorgansgal.

Halsin’s jaw aches.

He’s been clenching his teeth from the second the camp discovered you’d been spirited away by Orin to the Temple of Bhaal, intended as a sacrifice to the god of murder.

He hadn’t been able to relax for a moment – muscles tight, shoulders held up to his ears - despite his pleas to the Oak Father to keep his mind focused on the objective of finding the entrance to the cursed place.

His heart had stopped in his chest when he’d seen Orin hold the curved blade underneath your chin as you lay motionless on the altar, shackles around your wrists and ankles.

It was a true test of his resolve to prevent the beast from taking control. He’d dug his nails into his palms and forced himself to focus on the pain and take a deep breath. Although it would be all too easy to swipe out with his claws, rip out Orin’s throat with his teeth as retribution for ever leaving a mark on your skin, he knows that he’d never make it over in time to stop her from slicing your throat.

He’s thankful to Wyll for speaking up in a measured tone, of reminding Orin that Bhaal would relish a fight than a subdued sacrifice and unclenches his fists as she withdraws her weapon.

As soon as the slayer’s body hits the ground and disintegrates, Halsin hurries to your side, dropping to his knees besides the altar and rests a cautious palm on your chest.

“Thank Silvanus,” he murmurs, feeling you breathe.

A spell or enchantment, then, keeping you under.

His eyes fall next to the chains. He doesn’t look to see where Astarion is, ask whether he has any thieves tools to hand, but simply takes them in his hands and pulls with a grunt, the metal snapping under his brute strength and adrenaline.

He makes quick work of the ones around your ankles, heart aching as he sees the raw skin around your limbs – clearly you’d fought against the restraints furiously. He calls the spell of restoration and smoothes his palm over your face, caressing your cheek as your eyes slowly flutter open, brow furrowed in confusion as he tilts your head towards him.

“Halsin?” Your voice is hoarse, vision blurry but you’d recognize the silhouette of your partner anywhere.

“Hush, my heart.” He attempts to keep his tone soft and measured, but it is proving difficult already – a lump burning in his throat. “You must conserve your strength.”

But you’ve already sat up, catching sight of your other companions hovering behind him, concern apparent across all their faces and a netherstone now in Astarion’s possession.

Orin – she kidnapped you, whisked you away in the shadows and chained you down…

“You defeated Orin?”

“Ye-“

“We can discuss this back at camp – in the morning, after you have rested.” Halsin cuts across your companion, a firm tone perfected in his days as archdruid. His arms swiftly encompass you before any further interruptions - one around your back, another under your thighs - and you are lifted up from the altar before he begins to stride towards the exit.

Halsin has never been a swift walker. In fact, you’d describe his style as lumbering almost, much like the bear form he favoured would traverse – but on this occasion he is walking with an almost fevered haste.

You go to protest that you can walk - you just need some water and a moment to reorientate your bearings - but as you look up there is a clear tremble in Halsin’s jaw, tears lining his lashes…

You may not need this, but he certainly does.

He needs you pressed up against him, soft, warm and alive in his arms as he keeps you close against his chest.

You raise a cautious hand to his cheek and he quickly presses a kiss to your palm, eyes only flickering down to meet yours before an embarrassed smile crosses his lips.

You drop your hand and he squeezes you cautiously, ascending the stairs out of the temple.

There is so much he wishes to say, but now is not the time. Once he has you back in the safety of his tent, after he’s healed every bruise and abrasion on your skin – alongside a kiss for each for good measure – he will permit himself to relax.

You close your eyes and rest your cheek against his chest, letting out a contented sigh.

“I knew you’d come for me.”

Halsin presses a kiss against your crown, silent tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Always, my heart.”

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Just a short lil' drabble to try and get me back in the flow x

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi

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Built decades ago, California’s offshore oil platforms are home to a huge diversity of marine life. According to a 2014 study, the rigs were some of the most “productive” ocean habitats in the world, a term that refers to biomass – or number of fish and other creatures and how much space they take up – per unit area.

3. Vaccinations may have prevented almost 20 million COVID-19 deaths worldwide

Vaccinations estimated to have averted 19.8 million COVID-19 deaths worldwide in their first year, according to the latest Imperial modelling study.

In the first year of the vaccination programme, 19.8 million out of a potential 31.4 million COVID-19 deaths were prevented worldwide according to estimates based on excess deaths from 185 countries and territories.

4. Global climate policy forecast predicts ‘well below 2°C’ Paris Agreement climate goals will be met

They report only a 10% probability we exceed 2°C by 2050. Temperatures are expected to peak between 1.7°C and 1.8°C, which is consistent with the “well below 2°C” objective of the Paris Agreement in Art. 2.1c.

5. Young driver fatality rates have fallen sharply in the US, helped by education, technology

Crash and fatality rates among drivers under 21 have fallen dramatically in the U.S. during the past 20 years.

Using data from 2002-2021, the report says that fatal crashes involving a young driver fell by 38%, while deaths of young drivers dropped even more, by about 45%.

6. A Virginia woman was feeling sad. Her doctor prescribed her a cat.

7. Remote workers report saving $5,000 to $10,000 a year

What value would American workers place on the privilege to work from home?

In a 2022 survey by FlexJobs, 45% of remote workers reported saving at least $5,000 a year. One in 5 reported saving $10,000 a year. The savings average out to about $6,000 a year. The poll reached 4,000 workers in July and August of last year.

Three years into the remote-work revolution, research increasingly suggests that telework is a commodity, a job descriptor worth thousands of dollars in potential savings and improved quality of life.

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[biinaberry]

Did I make an au just for a rarepair? Yes, but heres my idea of a shen twin au

In my version Shen Yuan transmigrates into the body of 5 yr old Shen Shi, twin of Shen Jiu. It is very important to note that in this au SJ and YQ refer to SY with "A-Shi" and "Xiao-Shi" respectively, and SY takes up the identity of Shen Shi. SY is also fully cognizant when he migrates so he has the complete thoughts of a 20~ yr old while in the body of a 5 yr old. This causes some major dysphoria and also anger at the helplessness of being in a body that does not fit him and also the fact that he has no social nor physical power because he is a child. He also views SJ and YQ as his little brothers even if he is actually the youngest physically.

He eventually is taken in my the Qiu family alongside his brother. It is when SJ starts to bond with Qiu Haitang that it finally pieces together that his brother is going to be SQQ and grieves for the events that he knows is going to happen to him. The building rage and anger at the helplessness of the situation culminates in Shen Yuan starting the massacre with SJ instantly jumping in and causing the majority of deaths. When SJ carries out the unconscious body of Qiu Haitang SY realizes the opportunity in front of him. He knows that she is going to be the kickstarter of his brother's downfall and in that moment grabs the nearest weapon, and with a heavy heart, kills her as SJ watches in shock. He turns to SJ telling him "You can't leave any witnesses, they always eventually spill" before both run off. I dont know what to do with the Wu Yanzi so I'm ignoring it for now. And im also unsure if he gets a system but we'll see.

Eventually they meet up with Yue Qi now Yue Qingyuan and the anger SJ has towards him. SY is also angry but its more so for SJ's sake than his own. The two of them become a part of Cang Qiong sect and while SJ is taken in by the Qing Jing peak, SY is taken in by the beast and flora peak (which I do not have named). They both become head disciples and later peak lords. SY also is able to clock that SQH is not the original version due to airplane saying a modern phrase and a friendship forms. SY is also the one to start biting and defending his brother when QQQ or LQG take potshots at him. It's while they are still disciples that SY meets Su Xiyan while hes on a mission and they worked together for a bit before SXY split. They continued to meet up until eventually a friendship formed and SY meets TLJ a "companion" of SXY. SY clocks who the two of them are goes to SQH to learn all he can about them and their future. SXY and TLJ eventually fall for each other and SY makes sure to prevent the palace master from finding out as long as he can. He also warns them about the palace master and to not trust any letters not hand delivered by SY as he will act as a middle person to make sure no one intercepts them. It is also during this time that SXY and TLJ both gain interest in SY. Neither can explain fully why but his autistic swag, photographic memory and ability to name drop paragraph long information in seconds intrigued them. They start courting him, shen yuan is of course oblivious. It is also important that SY introduced himself to TLJ and SXY with the name "Shen Yuan" so only the two of them refer to each other as such. He also clocks when SXY is pregnant and tells her as such when symptoms start to show and again, not to trust the palace master. By this time he is now a peak lord alongside his brother.

Eventually the old palace master finds out and instead of targeting TLJ, he first targets their lynch pin, shen yuan. He sends letters to SJ and YQY about SY being a traitor. Showing him being a demon sympathizer and hanging out sect secrets that actually SQH was leaking due to the system. SY is captures, a trial occurs and SY is charged as guilty with the punishment of execution, but YQY and SJ object. Since it was CQ secrets he was sharing they have the official say. So instead of execution they instead lock him up on the beast peak using talismans and sigils. He is not allowed to talk to anyone besides fellow peak lords and his head disciple. He cannot leave the peak without another peak lord monitoring him and this also applies when teaching. This lockdown completely breaks him as he lost trust with his family and the confinement dives him crazy as a peak lord he commonly left to document and work upon his bestiaries. This leaves him in a depressive state and constantly paranoid as he cant trust anyone. And No One has told him definitive news if SXY and TLJ are safe, SQH has confirmed that TLJ was not captured and helped SXY but he has no clue where they are now and if baby LBH is with them. As SY is confined on his mountain he stops caring about appearances and starts wasting away seen in image 3. I havent figured the rest out with LBH but he does become a part of cang qiong sect under Qing Jing, the abuse he faces stays the same. If he is raised with TLJ and SXY or by the washer woman I do not know yet. LBH hearing about the rumors of a monster on the beast peak heads out and comes face to face with SY who is delighted to see him but also horrified that about 14+ years have now passed. This pushes him a little out of his depressive episode because now he has a son to take care of and he can't waste away in front of him. He needs to act strong. He teaches LBH the best he can while contained and tells him about his parents. The two form a father son dynamic where both cant really escape the situation they are in but at least have each other for company. SY also holds onto LBH's jade pendant so it isnt lost. He also tells LBH that if he meets a demon named TLJ, to mention the name Shen Yuan.

While on a mission LBH meets up with TLJ and tells him that he's met SY and TLJ loses it (pos). He asks where he is as SXY and TLJ have been trying to find him with no success. He is told that hes on the beast peak in cang qiong and has been contained there for the last 16 years. TLJ then hatches a game plan to free him and the decide to use the immortal conference as a distraction. Most of the cultivation world will be at that conference so minimal security will be held at the sect. They use this to their advantage. TLJ strikes a deal with MBJ to cause a distraction to keep the cultivation world on the two of them even if alarms go off that SY is escaping. MBJ agrees to this as TLJ allows him to target any huan hua disciple he sees (they dont tell SXY this). While they cause a distraction by appearing on the 7th day of the conference, SXY sneaks into cang qiong peak and works on the talisman and sigils. This works and eventually she gets to SY he sees the bad shape he is in, but it was better than what LBH originally saw. The two of them start crying and SXY activates a 2 way communication artifact with TLJ telling him it was a success.

TLJ then turns to MBJ and MBJ teleports, appears in front of SXY and SY and teleports the two of them to the demon world. TLJ then turns to his son who's demon seal now broke and decides to do some father son bonding and the two both go into the eternal abyss together, as this is a tradition for heavenly demons. The two of them return after 1-2 years and have MBJ teleport them out rather than using Xin Mo.

[stepbrorafe]

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The hot water hits you in a stream, steam fogging up the glass door of your shower. Your hands run through your hair, soaking up the way the scalding water soothes your tense muscles.

You let out a hum from the pleasant feeling, before suddenly turning towards the glass door as you heard shuffling on the other side. Your brows furrow as you attempt to see through the steam, only coming up with nothing. You shrug it off as just being tired from your long day.

Letting the water fall over you for a few more minutes, you finally open your eyes once more to the sound of the shower door clicking open.

Your stepbrother stands in the doorway of the shower, towering over you with a dark look in his eyes. His hair falls over his forehead as he looks you up and down, his lips pulling into a devious smirk.

“What are you doing?!” You shriek, covering your naked body as best you can.

“I need to shower.” Rafe shrugs as if it’s not big deal.

You gape at him, “Um, clearly I am right now.”

He chuckles, “Come on. We can save water.”

Before you can object, he’s taking off his shirt. You stare in bewilderment, appalled by his carelessness. Your mouth parts as you take in his physique. You’ve always thought he was panty dropping, but now that he’s getting in the shower with you, you’re suddenly very aware of the fact.

He closes you both in the shower, turning to you with a small grin. You’re frozen in place, mouth still slack, completely thrown off by his presence like this. His grin only grows as he takes in your awkward stance, arms still clinging to your body in a futile effort to hide yourself.

“You gonna share some water or what?” He quips, inching closer to you.

You rack your brain in an attempt to find something to say, anything, but you’re left dumbfounded. His arms meet your elbows, softly moving you to the side, so that he can get under the stream.

Swallowing the dryness in your mouth, you manage to speak, “You shouldn’t be in here, it’s not right.”

His brows furrow as he faces you, “Relax, kid. Not like I’m feeling you up… Unless-“

Before you can get a single word out, his hands are cupping your waist and pulling you flush against him under the steaming fall of water. Your heartbeat quickens as you feel his member growing against your stomach.

“Rafe-“ You whisper, only for him to cut you off as he grasps your jaw.

Before you know it, his arms are hooked under your knees while he holds you up as he drills into your sopping pussy. Your back is pressed against the cold glass, providing the perfect balance to your burning skin.

“Oh my fuck.” You cry out, tits bouncing against Rafe’s chest as he thrusts in and out of you.

Your legs shake in his grip, your pussy tightening around him every so often. He attacks your mouth with a string of feverish kisses, two of you panting into one another.

“Always knew you’d be a slut for my cock, sis.” He groans in your ear, lowering you in perfect timing to meet his rough strokes.

You can’t help the loud moans that emit from your mouth as he continues to deliciously bruise your cervix. The sound of your skin slapping as his hips viciously slam into yours fills the bathroom, louder than the water pellets hitting the floor.

“Raaafe.” You cry out in staggered moans, your voice quivering with every thrust.

“Gonna cum for me? Hm?” He hums, “Wanna cum on my cock?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip to prevent the screams from spilling and furiously nod your head. He smirks down at you and picks up the brutal pace, completely wrecking your sweet little cunt.

Without warning, you’re clenching around him as your body shakes. The band in your stomach snaps, unable to hold back any longer, coating his throbbing dick in your juices with a pornographic moan leaving your mouth.

His thrusts don’t stop, only growing deeper and harder as he grunts, causing you to squeal, “Too much!”

He slams you down hard on his cock, the imprint of him bulging from your stomach as he cums, painting your walls a milky white. He keeps pumping in and out of you, filling you up until he has nothing left to give.

Placing you down on wobbly legs, he roughly squeezes your cheeks and plants a sloppy kiss on your lips.

“You belong to me now.”

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tags : @sunkissedrafe @wickedtactics @bunnycvnts @butterflyoceandreams @rafesgiirl @yourenogoodforme @marvelfanfics1recs @cini-mini27 @pinkribboncoco @drewsphswife @laniirackssss @ditzyzombiesblog

[lancermylove]

Only in a Towel Reversed 2 (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Dateables x gn!Reader

Warning: Suggestive.

Prompt: They walk into your room and see you fresh out of the shower in a towel.

Series: [DB in towels] [Part 1 with DB]

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Diavolo

The prince excitedly entered your room to inform you about an upcoming party. He wanted to invite you personally, so in his excitement, Diavolo forgot to knock.

His face turned crimson when he saw you clad only in a towel. Apologizing profusely, he turned around but was too shocked to walk out of the room.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and made a mental note to always knock in the future. Slightly turning his head enough to where you could see his lips but not where he could see you, Diavolo gave a small smile. "You look beautiful/handsome."

With those words, he excused himself and walked out before the situation got any more awkward.

Barbatos

Generally, the bulter always upheld his manners, but he was in a bit of a hurry as he had seen a rat in the House of Lamentation. As soon as he saw you walked into your room, he averted his gaze and took a step back, offering you an apology for the intrusion.

Barbatos placed his hand over his heart and gave a slight bow with his eye still averted. Apologizing once more, he asked if you needed assistance in any way, be it getting your clothes or preparing anything to eat or drink.

Thanks to his butler training and ability to stay composed in any situation, Barbatos didn't blush even once, nor did he make the situation awkward. Even if you ask him to dress you, he will still maintain his calm and will not tease you in any way. He is just that good at his job.

Simeon

Simeon had been searching for Luke for nearly an hour, and in a panicked state, the angel opened your door without knocking. His usually calm demeanor faltered, and he immediately apologized, lowering his head to prevent his gaze from lingering on you.

Giving a heartfelt apology, he explained the reason to walk in without knocking and promised to be more mindful in the future.

Before he excused himself, he offered a sweet smile, still keeping his gaze away from you. "I will wait outside. Please let me know once you get dressed. I would really appreciate it if you could help me find Luke."

Solomon

Solomon casually walked into your room to check on you and spend time together. But when he saw you only in a towel, his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

Raising his hands in surrender, he darted his eyes to the nearest object and apologized. The sorcerer turned his back to you and gave you privacy to change. To lighten the mood, he even joked around, "I promise I don't have eyes on the back of my head."

Just as he was about to step out of your room, he slightly turned his head and smiled playfully. "Lock your door next time; otherwise, I might just wish to see you without anything on."

Laughing, he walked out but regretted not being able to see your expression to his teasing.

Raphael

He walked into your room, completely forgetting that he had to knock. Raphael's jaw dropped at seeing you in a towel. For a moment, he stared, frozen in shock with red cheeks.

Realizing he had been staring at you, the angel apologized for his disrespect and bowed. It seemed like his brain was short-circuited, and he couldn't think anymore.

So, without saying anything else, Raphael marched out of your room and closed the door so hard that he nearly cracked it. But from the other side of the door, you could hear him whisper another apology.

Mephistopheles

When the demon walked into your room and saw you in a towel, his cheeks heated up. But quickly clearing his throat, he moved his eyes away from you and began to lecture you about the importance of locking your bedroom door.

That was his way of keeping his composure and dignity. However, on the inside, Mephis's heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, and he kept cursing himself for not knocking first.

To make matters worse for you or better, he continued to talk to you about requiring your assistance for an article for the RAD Newspaper. Mephistopheles completely ignored the fact that you were only in a towel and pretended everything was normal.

Thirteen

The moment she skipped into your room and saw you in a towel, her breath got caught in her throat. Her cheeks slightly turned red, but unlike the others, she gave you a playful smile.

The grim reaper looked you up and down and walked close to you. "Well, aren't you looking pretty? I wonder...what's under the towel."

Thirteen playfully reached for the edge of your towel, and depending on your reaction, she may or may not pull the towel. If you look scared, uncomfortable, or nervous, she will laugh and say she was only joking. But if you tease back or want her to be playful, Thirteen will gladly yank your towel and run out of your room with the towel in her hand while laughing.

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[poemsforchan]

DO IT LIKE THAT

pairing: bang chan x reader

summary: you live a cliché with your coworker and you just happened to have a crush on him. luckily he seems to feel the same.

requested: by anon -> Is it possible to get a coworker! Chan smut?where he and the reader have to share a bed and he’s really nervous because he likes her. He’s definitely a sub for her and asks her to choke him because it’s one of his fantasies.

warnings: NSFW, oral (male receiving), choking but nothing too serious, chan is a tiny bit submissive but not much, afab reader but no use of female pronouns

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You are stressed.

Stress is a feeling you are used to and is very much present in your day to day life but you don’t know the last time you felt it to this intensity.

The company you worked at had asked you and another employee to go to a meeting a few cities away. Driving back would be too tiring so you were tasked with getting two hotel rooms for the night, something you had to do multiple times in the past. You assured Chris, your coworker, that everything would be taken care of. You scheduled the entirety of the trip from the second you stepped out of your apartment to the moment you got back the day after. Everything seemed fine.

It wasn't.

After a long drive - in which Chris refused to let you switch places and drive for a bit so he could rest - and a boring meeting, you finally reach the hotel; just to find out you only had booked one room. Apparently, your sleep-deprived self forgot to change the room numbers from one to two when booking on the website and you had been so busy that you didn't stop once to confirm if everything was okay before the trip. Because of some concert happening in town, there weren't available rooms and you were presented with a choice: you either suck it up and share a bed with your attractive coworker or you deal with a long car ride back, meaning you would get home by dawn. Objectively, you should choose the second option. You are not working tomorrow so you could simply sleep all day. Going home would prevent having the awkward “do you want me to sleep on the floor?” discussion and it would most definitely keep your feelings in check. You are not a high school girl that needs an excuse to get close with her crush. Absolutely not.

“Well, I don’t mind sharing for a night.” Chan says, that big, stupid, pretty smile displaying his teeth and the perfect dimples. “Unless you don't feel comfortable, which is absolutely fine. I can just drive back and send someone to pick you up tomorrow?”

Maybe you do need an excuse to be near your crush. “I couldn't do that to you. We can just share a room.”

So, together, you make your way to the room. Like a good cliché, there was only one bed in the room but it was big enough to let you sleep without needing to be pressed against Chan’s body. It bummed you out a little. Now there wasn't an excuse to feel his warmth, maybe have your legs touch while trying to fall asleep, his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath…

You sigh, maybe a bit too loud since it has Chris turning to look at you. “Everything ok?” he asks but you can only nod as you drop your backpack on the bed and question every life decision you made that led you to this moment. You open your backpack to get your pajamas and almost whine when you remember that you packed the ugliest pieces you got. You were just being dramatic, of course. Your pajamas were simply a pair of old shorts (it had been kind of hot the past couple of days and you didn’t want to risk getting too warm because of pants) and an even older t-shirt with a band logo that was mostly faded. ‘Normal pajamas’, you tell yourself, but you just lost the opportunity to seduce your very handsome coworker with a sexy set.

“So unprofessional, shut up.” you murmur to yourself.

“Did you say something?”

Your head snaps in his direction and you laugh a bit awkwardly. “I said I was gonna change in the bathroom.” You say, lying through your teeth, as you gather the things you need in your arms and speed walk to the bathroom. You feel like you can breathe again when you lock the bathroom door and look at yourself in the mirror. A shower is everything you need right now and you can only hope you come out of it with a clearer mind and one less crush.

You remove your clothes and take a very cold shower so your mind can focus on your shivering figure rather than your coworker’s extremely hot body. It doesn't work. You leave the tub shaking and still thinking about Chris’ arms around you. You brush your teeth thinking about his body. Unfortunately, you can’t really come up with a plan B before you’re walking out the door. Fortunately, you’re glad you didn’t waste more time thinking of a plan B because your mind goes blank as soon as your eyes focus on Chris sitting on the bed. He’s looking at his phone, still wearing his suit and obviously waiting for you to be done so he can shower. You feel like screaming at the sight of his shirt unbuttoned almost all the way, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair messy from running his fingers through it.

At the sound of your steps, Chris looks up from his phone. You notice the way his eyes travel up your legs a bit too slowly until they settle on your face. You wished there was more noise outside because you’re not sure if Chan can hear your heavy breathing or your loud thoughts. You walk to the bed, trying not to stare too much at the man sitting next to your backpack. Carefully, you put your dirty clothes inside a plastic bag before shoving it inside the backpack. Chan still hasn't moved from his place and you can feel his intense stare. Once again, you can’t help but think this is unprofessional. Ok sure - there wasn't anything forbidding a hookup with your coworker. Your contract didn't specify anything about relationships of any kind but you still viewed it as improper.

You look again at Chris and his eyes are now on yours. You watch as his tongue licks his lips and think you don't mind being improper when the object of your dirty thoughts looks this good.

You move until you’re standing in front of him. Chris looks up at you with hooded eyes and shiny lips and something tells you he wants this as much as you.

“See something you like?” you say to the man, his legs spreading to accommodate you in between them.

“Definitely.” He replies, his ears already getting a bit red. You take off your shirt, basking in the attention Chan is giving you and your naked breasts. You slowly fall to your knees, looking up at the man through your eyelashes. This was most definitely a bad idea but how were you going to stop when Chris is looking down at you with those eyes? “I’ve been imagining you like this for so long.” He breathes out, his voice trembling a bit.

“Oh?” You finish unbuttoning his shirt. “You’ve been thinking about me on my knees? You’re sounding like a perv Channie.” You tease.

“N-no, I didn't mean it like that.” He stutters. With his help, you pull his pants and boxers down to his knees so you eye the dick standing tall and proud against his stomach. “I just… think about you.”

“Yeah? I think about you a lot too.” You admit, laying your head on his thigh as you look at him. “You always walk around the office with those tight shirts and pretty smiles. Makes me so weak.” You confess, holding the base of his cock with your hand. Chan hisses at the contact and his hand goes to your head, automatically pushing you closer.

You slightly part your lips to give an open-mouth kiss on the red-ish tip. You look up at Chris when your mouth fits his cock inside and he curses before throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. Moving your head up and down, you watch as the man above you crumbles under your touch. He curses and squeezes between his fingers the fabric underneath him. Your free hand sneaks past your shorts to touch yourself. Chris pushes your head down further when you whine around his dick as you insert a finger inside you. You gag around him and your coworker seems to like it by the way his hips start moving to fuck your face. Tears fill your waterline but Chris isn't even looking at you to see the damage, too focused on the sensations your mouth gives him.

His dick twitches inside your mouth and he immediately stops. Chan looks at you, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon. His lips are red, probably from biting it to keep his moans to himself. He looks good - too good for your own good, to be honest. You remove your hand from your shorts and his hand leaves your hair to settle on your cheek, a silent request for you to get up. Your knees hurt but you don't mind it. Chris moves to sit up against the headboard and you take off your remaining clothes before sitting on his thighs. His hands find a place on your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin as he now looks up at you with those intense eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers. You simply nod, leaning down to meet him halfway. His lips are soft and he tastes just like the mint he offered you after dinner. His kisses are slow and so sweet - you might actually fall in love.

“Do you have a condom?” You murmur against his lips.

“My wallet.” He replies. You get up to search for his wallet and, after following his instructions, you grab the condom. Chris had laid further down, his head now placed on the soft pillows. You go back to sitting on his thighs, opening the package before rolling the condom down his length.

“Are you sure?” You question. Chan nods as he says a small ‘yes’ and it’s enough for you to lead his tip to your entrance before sinking down on it slowly. “I need a minute…”

Chris is understanding. He stays still even if his dick is twitching like crazy inside you. He doesn't move even if you’re squeezing him like crazy. He waits for your signal before he’s moving his hips to meet yours. You place your hands on his chest for support and Chris is so focused on the way you move that he thinks that was the moment he fell in love with you. You bounce on his lap, head thrown back while you moan so sweetly, caring only about your pleasure. Seeing you like that is enough for Chris though. You look down at him, hands squeezing the flesh of his chest and arms as your moans grow a bit louder, needier. “I th-ink I’m gonna cum.” Chan manages to say.

You stop your movements immediately. “You can’t cum until I do.” Maybe it’s the authoritative voice you used (the same one you use when you’re ordering around people at the company that always has his pants tightening) or the hand that slips to his throat and squeezes just a tiny bit to make your point. Chan doesn't know, perhaps it was a mix of both. What he does know is that it has him spilling inside the condom with a strangled moan and a gasp. “You have got to be kidding me.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t know why that happened!” Chan starts rambling, saying everything that comes to mind without even thinking. You roll your eyes, get up and pull out his condom to throw away. You thank a higher entity that he had another one in his wallet or it would be a shame that your night ended like this. “I mean I’ve been thinking about- Well not with you obviously! Ok maybe with you, god I’m such a pervert and…”

“It’s not a big deal.” You interrupt his rambling. “It’s hot really.” You murmur under your breath. “Do you want me to choke you Channie?”

Chan looks like he’s about to cry, the tips of his ears a vivid red. “Yeah? Only if you’re ok with it.”

You go back to bed and repeat the same process you did a few minutes ago, except you’re now holding a softer cock. Chris’ eyes widen and he’s about to ask for a little break but then you're sinking down on him again and his dick seems to come back to life. Your hand now finds a place on his neck, fingers squeezing the sides just enough that he feels it but not enough that he struggles breathing. Chan likes the pressure there, mixed with you bouncing on his lap and moaning his name so desperately. You like the image of Chan under you, mouth parted while he whines at the stimulation and pleas to go faster. You apply a bit more pressure and Chris’ eyes roll to the back of his head as he tries to say something. The words don't come out but you still understand the warning. You keep the pressure, watching Chan suck in a breath before he’s spilling inside the condom once again. You don’t stop, set on reaching your orgasm as well. You let go of his neck to touch your clit, moving your fingers in circles while you get closer with each thrust. Chris squeezes your waist, helps you lift yourself up a few more times until you reach your high again.

You let yourself fall to his side, laying next to him on your back while breathing heavily. “Are you ok?” You hear Chris ask.

“More than ok.” You turn your head to look at him. “I’m so glad I fucked up the booking.”

“I’m glad you did too.” He sits down on the bed, stretching his arms above his head. “Let's go, we can shower together this time.”

With weak legs and a big smile, you let yourself get dragged by Chris to the bathroom. Today, you will enjoy whatever this is. Tomorrow, you will figure it out.

[uncookedfeeler]

Cok's adventure III 🐙

Giselle x Winter x You

Tags : 10k, Idol Giselle & Winter, smut, creature kink, anal, creampie, oral, breed, threesome, public, more?

Part 2 Part 4??

"Mhhhh, fill my ass, I want to feel your cum deep inside me," says the idol, on all fours on her bed, the hair messed up and stained with your cum, just like her soft back. 

Her anus clenches around your cock as you shoot your load. There's a pop as you pull out and your cum drips out of giselle’s ass, you give her a final slap on the buttocks, which are already well marked by your assaults

“No more daddy…, my butt hurts and my anus is numb. Let me clean you up" as she takes your cock in her mouth, her tongue hits your length and she sucks up the remaining cum. 

Ever since the night you flooded her pussy with your children, you and Giselle have used every opportunity to satisfy your desires. She favored your tentacles for her little pussy as long as you were careful to enlarge her ass with your cock. However, every morning when Giselle left the room to go to the bathroom, you could hear their members chatting. You had to sneak into the hallway to see the three girls at the dining table. 

"It's starting to get on my nerves, that bitch squeals every night," Karina said. 

"We have to do something, she's completely addicted to her new toy and ruins my sleep," Ningning replied, banging both fists on the table. 

The two then turned back to Winter, who was smirking at them. Their conversation is interrupted when Giselle emerges from the bathroom and joins her mates in the living room. You know there's going to be a fight as the three idols stare at Giselle. You returned to the bedroom as the tone rose. You climbed on the desk and concentrated on learning the language.

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Your study is disrupted by Giselle's return about twenty minutes later. She's clearly irritated by the conversation she's just had : 

"It's not my fault that I'm always horny, with such a good partner like you it's hard to hold back, you're pissing me off," Giselle says, looking at you. 

The compliments make you smile, but she implies that it's your fault. So you reply: 

"Calm down Aeri, you were a bitch in heat before we met, so it's your fault too. If you'd let one of your own kind take care of your holes, maybe the situation would have been easier for you. But now you belong to me, deal with it".

"Cheeky boy, you're getting better and better," she said with a big smile, 

"Then you know the worst part is that they think they're being discreet when they stop outside my door at night to listen to us. Their little pussies should be thanking us for the show; they must be enjoying it under their blankets.”

She approaches you and plants a kiss on your head, leaving a trace of lipstick. 

"I'll see you later, I have a busy day," she says before leaving the room with a wave of her hand.

The morning's hectic pace always gives way to a great calm once the four women have left the apartment. Their schedules are such that they leave early in the morning and return in the evening, sometimes barely back before they have to leave again a few hours later. You often spend your afternoons studying or exploring the girls' apartment. Thanks to the knowledge you've acquired, you can now recognize objects, converse with humans and have a better understanding of your surroundings, you can also manipulate doors which make your exploration a lot easier. You sort of became the fifth roommate without them knowing it.

Speaking of roommates, while you were searching Karina's room in the middle of the afternoon, you heard the sound of the front door lock. It was too early for Giselle to be home from what she told you, so you run to her room as fast as you can, but panic prevents you from opening the door properly, so you drop to the floor as Plan B. 

Footsteps echo in the dormitory and a soft voice says : 

"No way, that silly girl left her new darling toy in the hallway. At least she won't be able to say that I stole it from her bedroom, come here, my dear, I'm going to take good care of you".

You let yourself be carried away by the woman you now recognize by the short blonde hair, Winter, and just like Giselle, she carries you like a little puppy, both arms supporting you as your head touches her torso, the only striking difference being the lack of a generous chest, she opens her bedroom door and puts you on the bed.

"Welcome to my home Mr. Octopus, I hope we get along well, Mr. Bear next to you might be very jealous today," she says as she takes off her jacket, revealing a pretty white top and denim shorts.

Giselle had warned you about this group member's tendencies, and that if there was one person to beware of, it was Winter. You heard a number of stories about how she literally spent days masturbating to her stuffed animals, whether at home, in the car, or even during her schedule. The staff always tried to turn a blind eye to her actions, leaving the group members to deal with the situation. The solution was to let her do it at home to keep her happy so she wouldn't do it outside the apartment. They had given Winter the nickname "Queen of Masturbation”

Your thoughts fly by, as do Winter's clothes and only her panties are still on, with the rest already fallen to the floor. Her skin is snow-white, her breasts are small and accompanied by cute pink nipples, her arms and thighs are incredibly slender, and her dark eyes devour you as she approaches the bed.

The blonde is now kneeling on the bed, just inches from you, both hands reaching across her body to her pink panties, and her fingers begin to rub the fabric. “Welcome to the show darlings, Mommy's going to enjoy herself in front of you,” she says, addressing her audience. 

She holds your gaze as her fingers attack her pussy, wiggling her pelvis as she imparts these movements, the pale pink of her panties gradually turning to a darker hue as she gently massages one of her breasts.

"Do you like my breasts, Mr. Octopus? I'd like to feel your tentacle on my them," she says as she puts it down and wraps it around. The suction effect holds it in place and she feels your warmth on her body.

 "Mhhhh, so good," she places her hand on your tentacles and squeezes them vigorously, causing her breasts to harden. As her breath gets louder, you can see her fingers almost entering her pussy through her panties, and Winter's face turns red.

 "Mister Bear, look, my little kitty is wet and my head is spinning. I feel sick, I think I need to take my temperature... But you don't have what I need, don’t you ?" she says, pointing her disappointed face at the bear.

"While our friend here seems well equipped to osculate me, Dr. Octopus, could you please take my temperature," she says in a childish voice as she pulls aside her dark pink panties to expose her dripping pussy.

She grabs two tentacles and comes to rub them against her hole "mhhh, be gentle doctor, i'm sensitive" your tips gradually penetrate her pussy until they enter her, unlike Giselle, she is extremely tight to the point of hurting you, her little pussy is brand new and greets you with a lot of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah, doctor, feel me more!" She shakes her pelvis, which moves you inside her; your tips hit the walls and slide inside her. "My little bear, see how well the doctor takes care of me, my kitty greets him with tenderness. He's working hard to repair my little leak, and my breasts are marked by his suction cups." Winter moans as she feels her orgasm coming closer. 

Winter grabs her phone and starts taking pictures from above, where we can see your tentacles going into her, as well as the one attached to her breasts. She sticks out her tongue: "Ah ah ah, doctor, I'm cuming, let's keep a nice memory of our first meeting!" She orgasms and your tentacles are expelled from her vagina. Her body shakes and she loses her balance. 

Her head falls on Mr. Bear: I'm sorry, but he's much better than you, Mm.mh, I love this toy, I want more!"

 as she lies on her bed, her pussy leaking onto the blanket, you can hear her laugh, "Ah Doctor, I hope Ningning appreciates my gift," she says with her phone in her hand.

"Mister Bear, would you like to lick my juice and clean my pussy?" still her childish voice as she rubs her slimy hole over the face of her stuffed animal "You were useless today, make sure you get a good taste my little kitty".

You can see her putting all her weight on the plush toy with his nose almost in her pussy while the juices drip down his face. "BAD TOY, MAKE ME CUM NOW!!!" the blonde girl rubs violently as she waits for her second orgasm. 

"YOU'RE SO USELESS, MAKE ME CUM IDIOT" you witness what Giselle told you, this girl is completely lost in her lust, her movements become aggressive, her eyes filled with rage "COME ON, DO IT" she screams at her poor doll.

After long minutes of grinding with her nail clenched in his body, the orgasm finally arrives and she drenches the entire body of Mr. Bear. As she gets up from the bed, she stops to spread her pussy with her fingers and urinate on the already soaked bear. 

"That'll teach you, you incompetent bastard. Thank me for giving you my time," she says in a deeper voice. This girl is completely crazy, she lives in her own world.

When she's finished with her bear, she turns to you and says, "Oh doctor, I think I still need to be examined. She sits down in front of you and gives you a full view of her horny pussy. She spreads her slit with two fingers and fishes out her juices to show them to you with her index finger: 

"Look doctor, I still need you, my sweet kitten still needs attention" she says as tears run from her eyes

 "Doctor, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she pushes those fingers furiously inside of her, mistreating her clit in the process "Please, please" the blonde orgasms again in her own desperation. She has ravaged the bed with her wetness several times now and it seems that she is still far from satisfied when you see her lying on her side, taking a tentacle in her mouth while he masturbates with your tentacles back in her pussy, devouring you completely while uttering little baby cries.

Too busy in her own bubble, she does not hear the main door open to indicate the return of her roommates, the blonde is a slave to her desires and nothing seems to stop her on her way, the loud moaning does not go unnoticed and footsteps head for her door and you hear a woman's voice "Winter, you whore, you left work to masturbate, what is wrong with you! and what is with this picture!"

Liberation comes when little by little, the pressure of her pussy on your tentacles decreases and her tongue no longer works aggressively, with an obscene sound, your tentacles slide out of her pussy, she has fallen asleep on her bed full of wet and her naked body soaked all over.

You're confused by the turn of events, you really thought she was going to take advantage of you for hours, but what are you going to do now? You're stuck in Winter's room and Giselle doesn't seem to be around. The best solution is to wait and take advantage of the calm weather to rest in front of your predator.

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You're rudely awakened as you see Winter's red, swollen eyes enter her room and pick you up like an old sock, sobbing. Giselle appears at the door, full of anger, shouting "HURRY UP!" It's the first time you've seen her in that black wrath. It's obvious that Winter must have had a bad time when Giselle realized you were no longer in her room.

You almost feel sorry for the little blonde who collapses in her bed in tear after giving you back to Giselle. "We'll talk about this when Karina gets home," she says, slamming the door as Winter's screams are heard throughout the apartment. 

You walk into Giselle's room in her arms and she puts you on the desk, "Are you okay?" you nod, "I can't believe that bitch came into my room and stole MY toy," she says with a straight face.

You explain what happened and her face lights up a little. 

“What were you doing outside my room, it's super risky and I warned you about Winter,” she says, giving you a flick on the head, You explain to her in detail what happened with her mood swings, and she replies: "Yeah, we know. She acts tough in front of us, but in reality she's a finicky little girl just waiting to be spoiled. Even though she's our age, she's still a little girl in her head.

The conversation loses its serious tone when you talk about the little blonde's libido: "We're all like that, we're still young women deprived of any action, since Karina-unnie got caught with her boyfriend, we're obliged to be careful with our company, before our toys were enough, but since we saw the video Karina recorded with her boyfriend, we've all gone crazy, every time this loser came in a few minutes in the condom, she spent more time sucking him than anything else. 

"She used to come back from her dates and lock herself in her room to make herself come. For Ninging it's a bit different, she doesn't talk about it much and seems to manage her libido well, whereas Winter ... the poor girl was completely out of it, she's always had trouble managing her emotions, so when you add her sexual urges it's a real mess," continue Giselle's compassionate voice

You point out that she's changed her mood quickly too, considering she just yelled at Winter. "I lost my temper. What are we going to do when they find out you're alive, are you crazy or what?" she replies. As for Winter's problem, apart from the fact that you really want to fuck her now, you offer your help to Giselle, who obviously doesn't miss the opportunity to take revenge for the dirt made by the blonde.

"Hearing our sex stories has turned you on, I see, so you're as eager to fill her up as you did with me? she's never had anyone, her toys obviously never hit the bottom of her pussy, it's first for her," she said with a big smile.

"But how do we do that? If we tell her you're an alien, she'll freak out and blow your cover, so how do we get her to ask you herself? "

You explain to her that Winter is a sex-addicted teenager, she left her favorite doll to fuck her roommate's doll, you tell her that you have to play with it, she's not stupid and she'll never fuck an octopus, but she fucks stuffed animals and talks to them, the girl is far from clear in her head, when her libido hits her full force, it doesn't matter what you look like.

Giselle recognizes your intellect on this one and adds, "That doesn't sound too bad to me, but first I have to make peace with her, she won't dare touch you if she knows I'm going to yell at her again, after that a little push and you'll have her little pussy.

You tell Giselle that the plan is ready and that you'll wait for her to talk to Winter.

"Let's go to step 1 then," she says as she takes off her leggings and spreads her panties to make room for her pussy with a little tentacle shaped bush, "do you like my gift? now hurry up and kiss my womb with your cock, my babe oven is waiting," she continues as she crawls on all fours on the floor.

She knew exactly how to talk to you as you sank into her personal pussy, dominating her body with your tentacles and making sure you ended up inside her...

20 minutes later Giselle pulls up her panties as your two loads drip out of her pussy, "It's amazing how hot your cum is, you'll take good care of my ass next time H.O.N.E.Y" she says as she gets dressed and leaves her room.

The idol closes the door behind her and meets Karina taking off her shoes in the hallway, she waves to her, ready to fight another battle. She's the group's mother and had an obvious preference for Winter, knowing that you've been yelling at her to the point of making her cry wouldn't be easy to hear, especially since you've been a night nuisance to them.

You hear screams from the bedroom, but it's short lived as she returns to her room with a big smile on her face, you see Karina with her arms crossed at the door and you realize what's happening. She was getting ready to throw you to the wolves, but soon Winter will be the one with her mouth full.

"You're fighting over that stupid toy, seriously? " said the tall brunette as she knocked on Winter's door, "Minjeong-iii, Giselle told me everything, she's come to apologize, please come and open the door darling".

You stand in front of the little blonde, her eyes all swollen and barely dressed, it's clear she hasn't just been crying, her fingers are still wet and dripping.

Giselle speaks up: "Minjeong, I'm sorry for yelling at you. I thought you broke into my room to steal it. To make it up to you, I'll lend it to you, baby girl."

She hands the toy to the young girl who, to everyone's surprise, refuses. "This toy sucks," she says in her whimsical voice. Giselle takes her chance: "Does it suck? I don't think you've seen what it can do." As she turns you over and points to the slit where your cock hides, "He's got a lot of secrets you don't know about," she says with a mocking smile.

The provocation is launched and Winter falls right into it, she grabs Giselle's hand and pulls her towards her room, the slamming of the door marks the beginning of a silence that Giselle breaks, "how is it possible that your room smells so good when you spend your days there touching your pussy". 

Winter laughs, "just turn on the air conditioning and put some candles in there, but who cares, what's with the slit.

"Sit down on your bed, I'll show you," Giselle says as she starts to undress, but realizes that if she takes off her panties all your cum will fall on the floor, so she exposes her large pair of breasts and puts you on the bed. Unlike the other members, Winter doesn't mind seeing Giselle naked, she's too focused on her lessons while her fingers are already rubbing her naked pussy under her long shirt.

"I'm sure you had a lot of fun with his tentacles, but the real treasure is in the middle, your eyes are forced to look up at the ceiling as Giselle caresses your slit to get her favorite toy out, at the same time Winter takes the lead and inserts one of your tentacles back into her cunt.

"You're serious, listen when I explain something to you," Giselle's rubbing plus the feel of Winter's pussy is impossible for you to handle and your cock pops out and rests on the bedspread.

"OH fuck, he has a dick and it's so big, no wonder you scream like a cock whore every night, if such a bazooka was in my pussy I would never leave my room again," says Winter without weighing her words.

"Giselle says as she wraps her two melons around your cock and begins to suck it. As she does so, gagging sounds come out of her mouth and she works hard to make your tip hit the back of her throat, an abundance of saliva comes out of Giselle's mouth.

It's the first time Winter has seen someone else make love in front of her, and she rubs her clit as she fucks herself with your tentacles to stimulate her own pleasure.

Winter is the first to come and her orgasm compresses your tentacles before withdrawing them, all the orgasms she has had during the day begin to be felt and her walls no longer offer resistance, like magnets her fingers return inside as if it were their sheath.

As Giselle withdraws from your cock, leaving trails of drool, she turns her head to Winter and sees her in tears. “Unnie, I'm tired, why am I always so horny, my pussy is always wet, I just want to rest.” The sight of her young member in tears breaks her heart and hurts her feelings. After all, she's just a slave to her impulses and unable to manage them on her own.

No matter how many fights they had, they were like sisters and Giselle hugged her lovingly, taking the time to stroke her hair with tenderness, "It's okay, baby girl, we'll take care of you," Giselle says.

"We?" Winter replied in a small voice.

"I still have a secret for you, but you'll have to accept it if you want to feel that big cock inside you.

Giselle moves to Winter's back, her face nex to her shoulder, and wraps her arms around him: "Cok, it's okay, you can move."

You nod and stand in front of Winter, greeting her with a tentacle gesture.

Nobody says anything and there's a great silence, you and Giselle wait for Winter's reaction, she's naked in front of you, Giselle's breasts pressed together behind her back and her little pussy wide open.

The blonde stares at you and says, "I've been fucking a real octopus all afternoon?" 

"Not exactly," Giselle replies, anxious as she runs her hands over Winter's thighs.

“Will it do me a lot of good?” she says shyly, looking at Giselle.

“You're going to cum like never before, my darling, you're going to feel liberated after this, your fingers aren't enough for you anymore” she says as she takes them in her mouth and tastes Winter's juice

She nods as she greets you shyly with a little "hi". Giselle takes the lead and spreads the lips of Winter's little hole with two fingers, "Go slow, it's her first cock".

You move closer to her and point your dick at her little pussy, you slide down her slit as she's so wet, with a gentle hand movement Winter grabs your dick to align it perfectly with her pussy.

You move slowly inside her hole, feeling the walls crush your cock on the way, "ohhhhh, Unnie it's big, my pussy spreads when he pushes inside me," Winter replies,

Step by step you create a path until you are in contact with her baby oven, "Ahhhhhh, he's so deep, Unnie I'm cuming" and without delay Winter cum on your cock.

"It's okay Minjeong, let it go, you'll sleep well tonight," Giselle moves off Winter's back and lets her head rest on her pillow, she gets up to get dressed and leaves the room to give you two some time together, 

"I'll be back to pick him up just before midnight, you have a little over 3 hours left, enjoy it.

You see Giselle leave the room while you are still deep inside her roommate, Winter stares at you and asks in a low voice: 

"Doctor, can we continue? Please, I want my pussy to feel even better," you respond to her words as you continue to thrust, bringing your tentacles to her breasts and clit. You speed up your movements inside her, causing her to cry out "ohh ohh, faster doctor, I need more".

You make sure to stimulate her small breasts by rubbing her hard nipples, even though they're not very big. Her breasts are indescribably sweet and playing with them excites her immensely; her clitoris vibrates against your attacks, which has the reaction of making her clench on your cock.

She warns you that another orgasm is coming and you feel her legs squeezing against you "I'm so...rry b....ah ah mh, I'm cu...ming, mhhhhhhhhh, again the pressure around your cock traps you inside her and her juices escape with difficulty from her well filled hole.

She falls breathless onto her pillow, her cheeks scarlet red and her short hair a mess. She feels your cock retreating and her walls closing in, from your point of view, her pussy is still in shock from the orgasm and she calls out your name.

"Cok Oppa, haven't you come yet? I want to return the favor," she says, it's the first time she's ever done it for someone else, until now her pleasure reigned supreme. You want to feel Winter's delicious mouth on your cock.

You move closer to her and lie down on the pillow next to her, from here you can see the time "10:25PM". With her cheek against the pillow, she begins by taking the tip of your cock into her mouth and working it around with her tongue. As your penis goes down, the pleasure increases second by second until your shaft disappears down her throat. She then begins to move slowly back and forth, leaving drool in her path. You slide one of your tentacles into her blonde hair and she grabs another to bring it back to her intimacy. 

Then Winter stops and pulls away from your cock to ask, her eyes full of pleading, "Sir, please take care of my little kitten while I pump your sperm.” Who are you to refuse an invitation like that? More persuasive and aggressive, she resumes her work on your cock. You feel her suction and the impact of her tongue on your cock.

Further down you bring two of your tentacles to her pussy. Her hands come with you to rub against her wet entrance, rubbing her clit as you go. It doesn't take long before you can hear her moaning through your cock. Her vagina contracts under your repeated attacks and the rhythm speeds up. Your orgasm is not far off and she can feel it coming on. Winter picks up the pace and just as you're about to fill her mouth, she pulls out and places her lips on the tip of your cock, ready to drink your cum as if she were drinking her favorite drink through a straw.

You pour your cum into her mouth while she holds her position. Your tentacles gently rub her hair and Winter drinks like a big girl. The pressure of her lips on your cock acts as a suction cup. She feels her body heat from her throat to her belly.

To show you her work, she puts a hand on her belly and opens her mouth wide. Hihi, I drank it all, look", her big smile fills you with happiness. This girl seems so fragile and innocent, she's the perfect daddy's girl in her personality, her reactions and even her looks, but when it comes to sex she's a real bitch in heat, addicted to masturbation and clearly prefers soft, affectionate sex.

Daddy... I want to feel that heat in my pussy again. Look, you already inserted your tentacles while you were filling my belly," she said with her childish voice and little eyes. Without realizing it, you had pushed your tentacles deep inside her and the heat inside increased tenfold.

Once again you listen to your princess, "hurry daddy, there is not much time left, come and give my pussy some hot kisses", you climb on her belly as she starts to take your cock in her hand and take it straight inside her, her walls do not dare to resist and with a quick thrust you kiss her womb once more, "ahhhhhhhh, daddy, it is so hot inside me".

As your tentacles felt before, she is burning inside, her baby oven seems to have started and you don't mind giving her your batch, your thrusts inside her make her moan like never before, you are still afraid to disturb the others but her pussy is divinely good and hungry for your cock, she wraps her arms around you and plants her lips on your head to put kisses and hickeys. 

“Daddy it's coming, don't stop, fuck my pussy while my head goes blank." The moans turn to spasms as Winter is on her way to cum. Her desires are your commands and you continue to pound her, deliberately pulling your cock out and thrusting it back in. This has the effect of slamming into her uterus as it opens for you. 

A powerful spurt accompanied by a howl echoed through the apartment just as you were about to thrust into her. Winter had just flooded her bed with her naughty cunt. You looked up to see her completely in the grip of her orgasm, on the verge of passing out. You gently penetrated her and pressed your head against her womb, close to orgasm and determined to finish inside her. Your two organs had already gotten to know each other, and it was up to you to implant your children in them, because that's what a good father is supposed to do.

Just as you were about to inseminate your second wife, you feel another woman's hands pull you off Winter and your load lands on the blonde's body "not so fast, you think I'm going to let you fill her with your children while she's completely unconscious on her bed, you little rascal" you recognize Giselle's voice who had entered the room after hearing your commotion 

It's past midnight, I've given you 5 more minutes, but now you're mine again." Now in her arms, you see from a wider angle the body of the young lifeless woman on her bed, soaked all over, stained with your semen and her wetness.

"You know I'll have to clean it up, eh, I'm not going to let her sleep like that, at least she seems to have had her quota, it stinks of sex in here," she says with a little smile, "I'll take care of her and we'll go to bed.

You see Giselle changing her blankets, sheets and clothes into a pretty little yellow pajamas with tiger ears. The blonde has already entered the world of dreams and nothing can wake her up tonight.

You leave Winter's room and enter Giselle's bedroom. The room is completely dark, but you can hear her whispering, "Hey, want another round? I'm terribly horny because of you two, I'm soaking wet so be quick, you can even shoot what's left inside of me tonight and don't pull out, I want to feel your cock all night long, my dear TOY". Your last thoughts will be of your very own personal womb - what could be better than to sleep deep inside of her sweet little pussy?

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You wake up softly, exhausted from yesterday, and you realize how hard it is to satisfy the sexual appetites of two people, and not just any people: two damn beasts. Speaking of which, Giselle returns to her room while you continue to wake up.

“Morniiiing," with a wave of her hand as you return the favor, "thank you for feeding me last night, when I woke up this morning my belly was nice and warm, my pussy had her breakfast early," she says laughing and putting her hand on her belly. "I saw Minjeong this morning, her face was glowing and she seemed to be at peace with her urges, good job", she says.

You looked at her and asked her about her day. You hadn't had time to chat with her since yesterday, and although fucking was your favorite activity, you enjoyed these banal moments, far from the daily routine for others, the simple conversation between two different species.

"Nothing much, I guess the fan meeting will be the main activity today, just stay home so we can have fun when I get back," Giselle announces, you show your disagreement and tell her you're tired of being locked in her room all the time.

"There's no way I'm taking you with me today, we'll be surrounded by a lot of people, it's impossible, just listen to me and stay here," she says with a firm tone, you're ready to reply but she cuts you off, "It's up to me, if you have a problem with that, find yourself a new home, I'm leaving now," the slamming of the door puts an end to your 'discussion'.

It was clear from the start that Giselle was in a position of power, and although she let you play with her body, the power never changed hands and it would be easy for her to force you to do anything. She was very protective, probably rightly so, but it's been a few weeks since you arrived on Earth and your curiosity to explore it remains unfulfilled.

You're distracted when someone knocks at the door and opens it, a little blonde appears in your vision. Giselle was right, Winter is radiant today, and of course she is extremely pretty in a blue dress.

Cok oppa, good morning," she says with a smile full of tenderness, "thank you again for yesterday, I slept like a baby and haven't touched my pussy since, look," she lifts the bottom of her dress to show you her dry panties, running her finger through them as if to prove it and pointing at you.

"Oppa.... are you going to stay here all day?" continues Winter, you explain the situation to her and hopefully ask her to take you with her.

Of course you can see the hesitation in her face, the blonde says nothing for a few seconds, then replies, "But Giselle's going to quarrel with me again, I don't want to get into trouble ... I have to hurry, the car is waiting downstairs, I said I forgot my bear," she says, lowering her eyes to the ground. 

It won't be easy to convince her; the promise of lots of sex will do her some good, but that's not what she's really looking for. This girl needs love and tenderness, and Mr. Bear isn't just a toy to her, he's her comfort in this difficult world.

Asking her to replace Mr. Bear with you would be a terrible mistake, she is very fond of her affectionate ties and despite you, he has been with her much longer than you, so you approach the idol and ask her if you could be her Mr. Cok, presenting your qualities (especially for sex) and that you would like to help her in her daily life.

The blonde smiles without saying a word and takes you in her arms, accepting your proposal. You're a little angry because it feels like you're playing with her feelings, but you're determined to keep your end of the deal. She slips you into her arms after placing a kiss on your head, a sign of all the affection she's willing to give you.

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You find yourself in the back of the car driving the girls, sitting on Winter's soft lap, stared at by the other 3 girls as she is questioned about her new toy. Giselle is speechless, and you can easily guess the black anger growing inside her. 

Mingjeong, where's Mr. Bear?" the Chinese girl asks, "I'm letting him rest, Giselle has entrusted me with Mr. Cok," Winter announces, "Wow, looks like someone grew up to let you take this stuff," Karina says, looking at Giselle with her eyes glued to her phone, forced to follow the narratives told by Winter. You do your best to stay as still as possible but she makes it easy for you as she plays with your tentacles and caresses you, the feel of her fingers on you is like a gentle breeze, a Japanese storm is coming but you still have time to enjoy your journey.

The journey ends as the girls are greeted by screams, the camera flashes hitting their perfect faces as they pose to announce their arrival. Hidden in her purse, Winter then leads you into a large room filled with chairs and in the middle a large raised table with a place for each idol, she takes a seat on the middle chairs, Giselle conveniently to her right.

As the two idols sat next to each other, Giselle started the conversation :

"Are you serious Minjeong, why did you bring him, there are a lot of people around, do you want me to take you down again like I did last night, you better not cry again".

"It's my toy now and no one cares if I bring my stuffed animal, I already did it with Mr. Bear," the blonde replies, sticking out her tongue to mock her bandmate.

"Take it out of your bag, I'll explain to him, make sure you keep the conversation going, they can't see it from here, the tablecloth hides the tops of our knees.

The blonde obeys and places you on her lap, facing Giselle's dark gaze.

"I thought I told you to stay home, but my Korean isn't good enough not to make you understand," she says, full of sarcasm.

You reply that your cover is perfect, but as Winter says, no one cares since she's used to bringing her toys to fan meetings.

"Anyway, it's too late now, behave yourself, forget about tonight, this will teach you to disobey me".

"That's enough, leave him alone, he's my responsibility, have fun with your toys, he'll spend the night in my room".

The two girls began to argue, each determined to have the last word, Giselle had no intention of leaving you in Winter's hands, and the blonde the other way around.

The arrival of Karina and Ningning in their place breaks up the argument, and Karina's intimidating gaze makes it clear that they must behave properly from now on.

Time passes as the girls answer questions from the fans, each take center stage for some dance covers and then perform a few of their songs before moving on to the second part, face-to-face with their fans.

So far, everything had gone smoothly and the girls were taking it in turns to chat with their fans. After their performance, she had put you on a soft blanket covering her knees. The final straw came from Winter, who hadn't forgotten Giselles's previous provocations and was determined to make her regret her decision to let you sleep outside her room.

Her first action was to push back the blanket and place you directly on her skin, her left hand descends to pussy level and she comes to rub your slit to get your cock out, as a spectator Giselle shows a nervous air as the blonde feels your freshly out cock rubbing against her panties, you are trembling on her knees, cock between her thighs, ready to impale her. 

The blonde, determined to take advantage of the situation, discreetly stroked your dick with her pussy, wiggling her pelvis each time your tip slapped against her panties. The sensation of wetness grew stronger and stronger. The embrace between your two sexes increases the tension and Winter carries a look of excitement on her face.

The fans continued to pass by the idols, for them it was a chance to finally interact with their favorite band. Giselle chatted with a young man, the idol laughed and received a bunny headband as a gift. As for Winter, she started chatting with an older woman who commented on the redness of her cheeks.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little hot, thanks for your support," the blonde replies a little loudly as these surprised members turn to look at her.

This discrepancy in attitude is not anodyne, since we were talking about Winter, but the reason on the other hand... lower down in her panties, your cock finally knocked on the door of her baby oven, she had spread her panties a little earlier and you were finally ready to fuck the blonde in front of her audience, your tip slipped against her slit and hit her clit in the process, her pussy was terribly wet which had coated your shaft well.

As the managers signal for the fans to move on to the next idol, the young man appears in front of Winter, visibly shy to meet the person he's been waiting for the longest.

"Hi, what's your name?" says the red-cheeked blonde.

"Ka....Kang Ta....e, nice to meet you."

"Tae oppa, is this your first time at one of your fan meetings? Have you enjoyed the event so far? Who is your favorite?"

She bombards him with questions, embarrassing the young man, and he rushes to answer, hoping to make the most of his short time.

"Yes, it's the first time, I loved the dance covers, especially yo......... Winter?

He stops when Winter suddenly straightens up in her chair and looks up at the ceiling. Giselle turns her head, trying to remain calm as she realizes what is happening under the table.

You had just, with Winter's help, entered her little pussy and in one fell swoop, you fill her completely with your cock which seems to delight her and her cervix as you place kisses inside her, the sensation of filling had startled the idol and her urges were beginning to surface, your movements are slow but full of effectiveness as Winter resumes her conversation. 

The rest of the conversation is inaudible as you concentrate on your performance and how well to fuck the idol that has sucked you into her, her pussy drips with juice and begins to stain her pretty blue dress, from time to time she comes to squeeze her legs when her pleasure is difficult to manage but her pussy wants more manifested by the tightening she performs on you. 

One of her hands slips over her slit from time to time and she comes to pinch her little clit, your long movements inside her slow down as you learn to savor her delicious little cave, you now apply yourself to make sure you always come to press on her womb which has the effect of making the idol tremble, the next is the blow too hasty and you feel her orgasm on your cock.

Nearby, Giselle is also fidgeting, trying to cover her roommate's mischief. The blonde has her head on the table and her breathing is heavy.

"Holy shit Mingjeong, get up, you're going to draw all the attention to yourself, get back in your chair and lean over the table, it'll be easier for you, don't tell me he's deep inside you," the Japanese woman says in a whisper. 

Winter responds only with a simple nod of the head as she sits back in the chair with her legs still trembling, still firmly lodged deep inside her, you gently resume the back and forth until you feel your orgasm coming and finally the release that was denied you yesterday to be able to fill the sweet blonde with your sperm, your movements are powerful and in an impalement of her little cunt, you pour your children into her still pure baby room.

You feel her two hands pushing your back while your load is still being deposited inside her, your cock remains hard and the flood can't leave her fertile pussy of your children, taking care not to break the seal, you gently scratch her inside stirring her inner walls full of juices and cum.

"Cok, don't come out or it will drip everywhere," Winter whispers in the direction of her panties.

Easier said than done, you were far from soft and caught by your instincts, you started to thrust into her again as if your first load wasn't enough, obviously the blonde had taken you like a champ and after a few minutes you combed her a second time under the overwhelming force of her pussy.

From then on, the situation began to escalate as the blonde slumped back onto the table, unable to cope with the loads that filled her uterus, let alone the multiple orgasms she was having, Winter's condition seemed to worry a good part of the room to the point that the manager next to her moved to help.

"Mingjeong, are you okay, are you sick ?  Let's go backstage and rest," the manager said, putting a hand to her forehead and feeling the burning heat of her skin.

Giselle, who has been following the drama closely, has to react quickly and in a hurry volunteers to help her roommate, she pretends to drop something and sneaks under the table to see the state of the damage, the idol is happy that the tablecloth is long enough, she comes face to face with you and asks you to step back from the blonde's dirty hole.

"Fuck, did you really fill her up in public? get your dick out of there, I'm going to plug her hole with my buttplug, stay on her lap and don't move!!!" she said as she shoved her buttplug fresh out of her ass into her bandmate's pussy, praying that it would be big enough to fill the naughty blonde up.

Before your very eyes you see Winter's cunt muffled by a pretty ruby plugging her entrance. Giselle pulls up her little white panties , hugging her private parts and revealing a bulge that cuts through the transparent fabric.

 As she ordered, you remain motionless as the chair Winter is sitting on is pulled out from under the tablecloth, the blonde is still in her own world as she shows a satisfied face and weak legs when Giselle and her manager try to help her, Giselle catches you like an old rag in one of her hands as she lends her shoulder to her roommate.

They leave the stage through the backstage curtains and arrive in a small rest room, probably for the after-fan meeting, where Giselle and the manager help Winter to lie down on a sofa that is still unable to support her legs.

The blonde stretches out both arms towards Giselle to ask for her cuddly toy and the Japanese reluctantly gives in again, well aware that young Winter has had her fill of sex for the moment, now her heart is the one that needs to be filled.

The fan meeting ends for you as the blonde gives you a big hug and falls asleep, her pussy as full as her emotions.

The days that followed changed your routine somewhat. Winter had become very attached to you and often asked Giselle for permission to invite you to these "play sessions". Even if she did not get it, she would just wait for the right moment to have quickies in the apartment, not to mention some evenings when she would fuck you all night long, flooding her little pussy and body with your cum.

 As for Giselle, she always takes advantage of having you in her bed at night to abuse you. Her ass remains your favorite, but lately she's been asking for you in her pussy as well. Seeing you all affectionate with the blonde must have awakened something in her, and she seems more docile when you kiss her baby oven before dropping your plaster into it.

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Giselle's squeals are effortlessly heard in the dormitory as she engages in a shower squat session and impales herself on your cock.

"34...mmhhhhh, it feels good honey, 35.... give my ass the same treatment," she says with her pussy still dripping from your previous load, her ass opening at the touch of your cock and Giselle taking malicious pleasure in wiggling her buttocks as she feels you deep inside.

"Let's make the best of it, Ninging is in China for her shoot and Karina is probably trying to get fucked by her husband, that bitch will probably make some noise when she gets home tonight when she finishes herself with her fingers alone in her bed," she laughs, she's already stopped counting her repetitions and just concentrates on her pleasure, 

"Your cock seems less hard than usual, trying to get Winter pregnant tires you out so much? since I told her that getting filled is important for her health, she must really be exhausting you to the blood, by now she is probably listening to us and brutalizing Mr. Bear" she jokes.

Determined to prove her wrong, you wait with your time, ready to thrust with your pelvis to explore her anus more deeply, causing her to scream and your cum to shoot out of her pussy at the same time as her orgasm.

"AH! I came! Have I offended you? Why don't you always hit me this far? and don't get upset about the cum. You can give me another shot after you're done with my ass. It's not like you can get pregnant with the pills they force us to take," the Japanese woman replies. Then you emerge from your bubble to find Winter standing in front of you, naked with wet fingers and a swollen pussy.

"That's enough unni, this is the only time we can do it without holding back, let him fuck me," she says staining the floor with her juices that fall from her entrance, the blonde does not wait for Giselle's answer and with a conquering step she pulls your cock out of Giselle's ass to put it in her mouth to taste her comrade's dirty hole, she also sends her fingers cum fishing in Giselle's pussy who moans at the insertion in her pussy.

"Mi..njeo..ng... wa... it," Giselle tries to say as she feels her friend's strong technique. Having your pussy fingered by someone else is a completely different sensation, especially when the queen of masturbation is in charge. "Minj... st..op": in a matter of seconds she brings Giselle's sensitive vagina to the brink of orgasm, and you don't wait either to fill her mouth with your cum, which was originally intended for the Japanese woman's ass.

Giselle is resting on her knees with her buttocks between her feet, the orgasm had made her legs stiff and she needed to rest, as for Winter she swallowed your load like a pro and is now tasting her roommate's pussy on her fingers.

"Ahhhh thanks for your cum daddy, was your little girl any good?" replies Winter in her childish tone, you can only agree and see her crawl out of the bathroom on all fours.

"P.A.P.A, now it's my turn, your little princess needs to feel your love deeeeeep inside her little kittyyyy" the blonde moans now outside the bathroom, you look at Giselle who beckons you to go and you too crawl over to your little girl following her naughty juice on the floor, the Japanese girl follows you and you find Winter presenting her pussy for her daddy, she is on all fours on the sofa with her tits and head pressed against a pillow.

With the help of Giselle who carries you, you reach her vagina, which she has taken care to spread with a V-sign, you see the inside of her pink oven waiting to be demolished, with a sharp thrust, Giselle pushes you inside her, causing her to tense up and her first orgasm arrives immediately, You don't slow down as you start to place kisses on her cervix, the blonde screams with pleasure and wiggles her hips to accompany your movements, you feel Giselle's breasts on your head as you play with her clit and anus with your tentacles,

The heat in the room increases as you take care to remate with your two bitches, winter take your cock with enthusiasm and the contractions of her pussy embrace your penis to better milk you, the young woman passionately suck one of your tentacles as a little girl prefers with her pacifier, her sweet daddy from space take good care of her hole 

"ah papa, go ahead and empty yourself, my little hole, wait to be filled with your love, let your sperm meet my ovaries, please".

The blonde's request is clear and you'll do your utmost to fulfill it, you cling to her buttocks and held by Giselle you hit her body violently with your tip and as your orgasm begins to explode in your princess's pussy, Giselle pulls you out and in turn takes you in her mouth to catch your load.

You hear the blonde moan with exhaustion as the Japanese woman cleans your cock. She keeps her mouth closed to trap your semen and moves towards Winter to kiss her greedily. She thus shares your load with her comrade, and their lips meet for the first time. When she pulls out, streams of drool and cum still link their two mouths.

“Deja vu? Get off the couch and sit on my face. I'll take care of your little pussy like you did for me earlier,” says Giselle, placing an affectionate kiss on her friend's mouth and forehead.

Winter executes herself and once Giselle is in place she lays her lower lips on Giselle's face, it doesn't take long for the Japanese woman to begin her work and Winter's moans follow, for you it's time to pay a visit to Giselle's hairy little pussy, her ass is planted in the sofa and her pussy right in front of you, for extra support you shove a tentacle up her ass before impaling yourself in her cunt,

Their pussies are a bit different, Winter's is much tighter and more sensitive, while Giselle's is extremely warm and moldy, but the important thing is that she's ready to receive your love. Giselle will wrap her legs around you, making sure you can't go anywhere and that she is as full as she should be.

Obscene sounds filled the living room as Giselle's wet face feasts on Winter's little pussy, her tongue hitting the lips aggressively as she slips three fingers into her slit, reserving her thumb for the hard clit, making our queen howl.

The slapping of Giselle's crotch also made her happy, and you took great pleasure in slapping her thighs and fondling the breasts of both idols with your tentacles, encircling their melons, hard for Giselle and with tender caresses for Winter, the cacophony continuing for a while until, by kissing her cervix, your load was ready to be deposited at the bottom, and Giselle begged you to go deep.

"CokKK, fill meeeee, my oven is ready for your children, send the sauce to my naughty interspecies loving pussy," cries Giselle as she squeezes her legs around you.

You refuse to stop the back-and-forth and your discharge begins. You take care to hit her cervix and pour your sperm into the very core of her reproductive system. The sensation of ejaculating while continuing to plow into her is so pleasurable that you don't stop until she pulls you off her with her foot.

You feel your body go away, but the girls are far from satisfied as you see Giselle leaning back on the edge of the sofa with a pillow behind her back, while Winter lies on her stomach in front of you, tasting Giselle's cum dripping pussy as she goes.

"Go on, feed her, she deserves it," says Giselle with her hair in a mess, breathing heavily as the blonde eats her pussy.

Without further ado, you spread her buttocks to see the entrance to her pussy and plunge in with tenderness, taking care to caress her back as you go, the blonde moans as your big cock enlarges her hole.

The rhythm is very different from Giselle's, like a soft cake, you gently pound her pussy and thrust slowly but powerfully, making sure you pull out each time before going back in and hitting her depth.

Probably influenced by your fuck with Giselle, Winter begs you to spank her hard.

"Please daddy, do it to me, I want to feel your love on my body, push harder, make me yours again".

You don't mind going harder, but you refuse to hit her body, on the contrary, you begin to caress her whole body gently, making her understand that a good daddy will not hurt his princess unless it's her naughty hole, your actions and words make her blush and she tenses up as you increase the rhythm and place a thousand kisses on her cervix.

"Daddy, I love you" says the idol with tears in her eyes as you stab her body with your tip, the orgasm approaches and unlike before, no one will take it away from you, you lock your cock inside her and flood her with your love, your ejaculation is massive and you hope that your little princess will be satisfied with her daddy's gift.

You pull away from the idol and see your discharge dripping from her crotch, but it is quickly blocked by Winter's hand, which is banking her gift.

"Thanks dad," she says and gives you a big kiss on the lips.

Just when you think you're done, the two girls sit down side by side on the sofa, their bodies stained with cum and wetness, their legs spread wide exposing their freshly filled and dripping pussies:

"Now honey, it's my turn," the Japanese girl orders.

"No daddy, it's still my turn," Winter replies.

"You're kidding, he just finished with you, it's my turn!

The two idols argue on the sofa, naked as worms, each making their case.

"PAPA!!!!!, come stick your baby inside me, I'll let you taste my milk and you can fill me up every day."

"HONEY!!!!!, don't listen to her, we're on the pill and you belong to me, come spread my ass while it squeezes your cock, you can use both my holes whenever you want".

Their fights continued, but they had turned you on and a new vigor arrived, you were ready to satisfy your bitches this night, repeatedly filling their dirty holes with your children, marking their bodies as possession, your sluts, your personal child bearers.

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But suddenly, the sound of the door latch echoed through the room.

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[andersonsgirl]

dial dial !

abby anderson x fem! reader

a/n: ignore any spelling mistakes, i wrote this at LITERALLY 3:55 AM and was dying. being a girl is rough. anyways enjoy

warnings - SMUTTT! MDNI! porn without a plot, fingering, use of strap on, r! receiving, praising, dry humping, filth idk what else

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“fuck.” abby growled, her fingers knuckles deep inside your leaking cunt. You moaned face red inside a pillow, drool spilling lazily from your lips as abby’s fingers moved inside.

“ugnh.. abby!” you cried when her middle finger came in contact with a special spongey spot inside you. The way she rubbed it so quickly had you in a different dimension, seeing stars from the view of other universes.

“hm.. feel good, pretty girl?” she edged on, moving closer to the point of her breath fanning down your neck. “yes! ugh..yes… please..” you begged, eyes staring into her blue ones desperately. She smirked down at you, her pace inside you quickening. “please what?”

you moaned, the sound so loud you pitied your neighbors a little. “please… you know what..” abby halted her movement, earning you to gasp and shake your hips in a desperate attempt to get the friction back inside your sopping hole.

“please what? say it.” abby demanded, grabbing your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at her and ignoring you trying to grind on her fingers.

“please.. please let me cum.” you said, barley having any human thoughts, being too deep into your desperate needs.

“hm.. you’ll have to earn it.” abby pulled her fingers out, your walls desperately clenching around them before they could exit in any attempt to prevent them from leaving.

“abby! please. please let me.. i..” your whines were cut off by her lips on yours, desperately eating your face when you whined into it, allowing her hands to grab your waist and lift you onto her thigh.

you straddled her leg, and she pulled back.

“hump.”

your jaw fell for a moment, looking at her. “huh?”

“you want to cum? do it yourself. I’ll guide you.” her words turned you on like a switch, and you began riding her bare thigh.

the sensation of her bare skin against your wet clit felt incredible, soft whines and moans of pleasure escaping you as you grabbed her shoulders for stability, quickening your desperate pace. She held your hips, guiding you back and fourth, up and down. You could see your slick gleaming against abby’s skin, the sight making you moan out loud.

Your hips quickend, the sound of your pussy against her filling the room along side your overly loud whines.

“fu-uhh— abby. abby.. mhm..” you dropped your head, the familiar coil being built intensely in your stomach.

“yeah, baby?” she whispered in your ear, you could feel her smile against your face.

“I.. i’m gonna—

“you gonna cum?”

“mhm..”

abby had suddenly tightened her grip on you, moving her thigh harshly against your pussy— hitting it directly on your clit multiple times. your moans escaped you like birds from a cage, loud and high pitched.

“oh— my.. my god.. abby abby abby abby—”

you were cut off by her final shove and your last hump, the orgasm swallowing you whole. You threw your head back, tears brimming at your eyes.

“that’s it. good girl, cumming on my leg. such a good little thing.” abby praised, trailing kisses down your neck as you came. once you calmed down she flipped you over, catching you by surprise.

“abby—?”

“don’t worry, babe.” she whispered. you heard straps, but your arms and legs were shaking to the point all you could do was lay.

“don’t move, ‘kay?”

“‘kay..” you said back and suddenly the tip of an unfamiliar object had stuffed itself inside your sore cunt.

You gasp, sitting up and turning around. Abby had a big, purple strap attached to her wait.

“abby? what!?”

“sh— it’s fine, j’st trust me, okay?”

you swallowed, agreeing.

Abby slowly sunk the strap dick into your hole, causing you to grab the bedsheets. “fuck!” you exclaimed, muffled out by your buried face.

she began to fuck you, the sound of her thighs meeting your ass adding to your gasp and whines.

“oh my god— abby— abs.. i..” you couldn’t finish, the feeling inside you eating you whole.

You’ve never tried a strap with abby before, so this was new— and god, were you glad she bought it.

she gripped your hips, her pace increasing as she mercilessly pounded in and out of you.

You were at a loss for words, eyes snapped shut, mouth agape and brows creased dirtily with each thrust. Voice vanishing from your throat completely.

her grunts and groans could be heard from behind you, hands tightening their grip you were sure you were going to see some bruises.

She hit a spot inside you in a certain way, causing as gasp to escape you.

“abby.. I..”

“yeah, baby?” she grunted out, her face becoming impossibly faster in and out of your leaking cunt.

you moaned, shooting your head up and trying to use your arms for balance— abby saw, taking this as her chance to flip you over once again.

You were laying on your back before you could blink, tits exposed for her to stare at as she fucked you silly.

her pace didn’t slow, the long blonde braid on her head slapping her back from her dramatic movements.

you gripped the sheets once more, the baby pink fabric crushing under your grip. your breaths began to become shaky once you felt the familiar pleasure build up inside you again.

whining, you dropped your head to lay against you pillow.

You moans, abby’s grunts and the sound of her fucking you could make you cum in itself.

abby noticed your actions, speeding up her pace quickly— seeing you desperately trying to grab something.

she turned her hips lightly, pounding down on your exact spot, you moaned so loudly she thought she was hallucinating. she continued her work, and you slammed your eyes shut, ignoring the light tear-blamed stinging coming to the corners of them.

“gonna cum again, baby?”

you couldn’t even speak, throat too dry you had to settle for a fast nod.

“d’worry, i’ll take care of you.”

one of abby’s hands released your hip, coming down to cup the sensitive nub of your clit.

you swallowed, the pleasure and overstimulation of your third orgasm becoming too much to bare.

your little moans were enough to get abby off; though. finger rubbing harshly at your bud.

you shook, pleasure coursing through you unlike any you’ve felt, the moan that ripped through your mouth was accompanied by a cry, the once welding tears slipping down your cheeks.

“yeah.. let it out, that’s it. that’s it. so good, hmm? cumming again. what a good girl.” abby praised you, suddenly looming over your shrinking form.

“ugh— abby.. i dunno if i can do n’other one..” you whispered, voice gone as the tears slid off your face.

fuck, seeing you like this could make abby cum.

“i don’t think so, baby. i still have more surprises for you.” she hummed, slowly removing the strap causing a moan to erupt.

“absss.. i can’t..” she smiled at you, in a way you’ve never seen.

she reached below the bed for a moment, pulling out something you’ve never seen.

“what about me, baby?”

you sat up, seeing the toy. “what’s that?”

“it’s a vibrator. and,” she shuffled, her answer making you flush. “you are gonna do exactly what i tell you, yeah?”

she turned it on, handing it to you. the sight of her naked in front of you turned you on all over again.

“yes, abs..”

“good girl.”

[sukunas-wife]

Part 4

1 / 2 / 3 / 5

“Morí!” Snapping your head to look at him, “Get my robes!” It didn’t take long to get into the robes you had preserved for so long. It was a Junihitoe you wore often before you became a mother and had to have better clothes to not trip every time you chased after Yuji.

Placing a hand on Mori’s shoulder, “I’ll make this quick.”

It was an instance and Morí was stumbling when you found yourself in front of Yuji’s school. This is where you traced his cursed energy too. It was almost in shambles, you panicked feeling two things, Yuji’s presence was faint, Sukuna’s undoubtedly had been liberated and reincarnated. Leaving More at the bottom he nodded knowing his silent mission was to find either of the two and let you know immediately. Standing on the very top level of the school, you rushed towards the edge, the wind catching your robes and hair, the sound of fabric rustling in the wind. You saw him, Ryomen Sukuna, you were excited to see him, your husband but panic set in when you saw a black haired boy and no Yuji. That was until you heard Sukuna screaming “WHERE ARE THE WOMEN THE CHILDREN.” That’s when you came crashing down on him, Hidden cursed energy would make you an invisible woman. Right when your foot connected with his back everything slowed down. As soon as your foot was flat against his back you saw his malicious smirk, the intent to kill, until you released a large amount of cursed energy in a single pulse sending him flying off the edge and crashing into the ground. You stood there watching him laughing, shoving himself up he turned to you almost in disbelief when it registered.

“Y/n?” His gruff voice made you shiver, “Sorry it’s not the women and children of the world here to now at your feet RYOMEN. It seems like you need to be reminded of your place.” His brow dropped and he grinned making his way back to you.

“Naayy I’d say it’s you who should remember your place is by m-“

A white haired man broke up your reunion, you eyed him, upset when he had a hand on your shoulder, holding you near the black haired kid. Brushing his hand off he seemed cocky, you looked at Sukuna, he was gone, it was Yuji… rushing over to Yuji you took his face in your hands eyeing him seeing the slivers under his eyes, Ryomens presence was in him, “Damn it.” Yuji held your wrists, pulling your hands from his face, “Stand back mom, he wants to talk to this guy.” You turned to look at the white haired man, “Yuji, I’m begging you not to comply with this man.” He gave you a sympathetic smile, “Mom please.” You were antsy, you knew that Uniform and you’ve heard of that man. He was an anomaly, Satoru Gojo of The Six Eyes.

“NO YUJI.” Your voice was firm and your stare hardened on him and he looked shocked. He faltered, he looked lost, he looked past you to the ones behind you before he looked you in the eye. “I’m sorry mom.” He stepped back and it all happened so quickly.

You watched as Sukuna tried to fight this man. Looking down and away no one could see the pained expression when you squeezed a talisman in your hand “Damn it… Yuji, you don’t know what you just started.”

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“NO,” your objection was irrational when you slammed your hand on the table, “That’s MY SON I won’t let you execute him.”

The people now known to you as the higher ups started murmuring until the old man spoke up, “Why does your opinion matter? As we see it all lives are expendable at the expense it saves others. If your life is preventing us from saving more lives, affairs can and will be arranged.”

Standing up you were enraged, “IF YOU WANNA ARRANGE AFFAIRS I'LL SAVE YOU THE TROUBLE OF BREATHING.”

Gojo Satoru laughed, finally sitting up. “I say we suspend the execution, you wanna get rid of Sukuna’s presence so badly, let the kid eat all 20 fingers and then execute him.” He sighed content, “It's like all the higher up’s have shit for brains if not a single one of you even thought about it. The kid is a once every thousand years case and you wanna waste it because he ate one finger?” He laughed picking up one edge of his blind fold, “Maybe all these years are catching up with you and filling you with bullshit.”

Your eye twitched. This man just wanted to use your son, “where the hell is Yuji, I swear I’ll kill everyone here and tear your entire school apart if that’s what it takes to find him.”

You were feral and the life of you, you couldn’t feel his or Sukuna’s presence. Worries start to set in and you felt sick in your stomach. The last time you felt this way was when a practitioner told you Yuji had a fatal disease he wasn’t going to make it.

“Satoru who is this woman, why would you brin- Lady Y/n! My Lady’s name is y/n and I urge you to speak with respect.” You looked over your shoulder to Morí with a smile, “Thank you Morí.” It was shocking how you went from threatening to kill a man to smiling kindly, it caused whiplash how you turned to the man with that same look Sukuna used to use, “Now, I’ll give you one more chance to let my son walk free or I start snapping necks.”

Some extra spoke up saying “I don’t think you realise your position… uhm Lady Y/n? Was it? You’re a human among sorcerers, what your little servant is being paid to be with you to tell you about what’s going on? You’re in no position to state demands and make threats empty ones as i-“ your hand was held up copying the same motion you had seen Sukuna make. No one noticed anything until the man’s face slipped.

“Just in case all of you don’t understand. I’m very much in the position to make demands and threats. You will all understand, not one of you here is in any position to deny ME. So, If I have to stand here and take you all out one by one to get my point across…” you placed your hands on the table leaning forwards staring straight into the old man’s shadow casted eyes, “I will.”

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You were studying the black haired kid who was standing outside the door with you. Yuji and Gojo had entered the room because Gojo wanted to talk to him privately. Right now Yuji should be picking up Wasuke's ashes. Mori was standing off behind you waiting, you sighed looking down when the door slid open, “Fushiguro!” It hit you why he looked so familiar, then Yuji saw you. He walked over slowly, hugging you and laying his face on your shoulder, “I’m sorry mom I had to.” You nodded your head, “It’s alright Yuji, you did what you felt needed to be done…” you saw the sliver under his eye and you saw that all too familiar red eye. Pressing a kiss to Yuji’s forehead, a mouth formed, just opening to say something when you gave “Sukuna” a look and he frowned disappearing.

“Yuji.. I think it’s time I tell you- ah ah ah, we gotta save that! For another place! We should get Yuji Itadori here and settle into his dorm! Don’t worry mama we have a place for you tooo! Higher ups think you're a threat now that they’ve seen a glimpse of what you can do.” You gave Gojo a Look when Yuji pulled away from you to look up at you, “What you can do?”

Side eyeing Gojo as he let out a childish laugh, “Sorry I didn’t know it was a big secret.” It was fully intended he disrupt your moment just to rile up the situation.

“Yu,” you saw Sukuna’s eye open rolling to look at you, seeing all the emotion you needed in a simple look, now isn’t the time for that, “I uhm, I have a lot to explain to you later when we get a chance to speak privately.”

He doesn’t know a thing about cursed energy, he wouldn’t understand a thing right now. He looked up at you brows furrowed with a slight pout, “I..I guess so..”

Turning to Satoru, he seemed equally amused, his hands shoved in his pockets leaning forward head tilted, “Great family reunion over let’s get started.”

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“Wow.. this place is- great! Usually we’d let the staff stay here when they visit from the sister school but you get this nice cosy place all to yourself, your lonesome self.., it’s not far from the dorms and you get your own kitchen!” He motioned over dramatically excited to the dusty kitchen. “…yeah great, a great big mess..” you looked over to see Mori sigh pulling back his sleeve and grabbing an equally dusty broom, “I’ll get started Lady Y/n, I’ll have it ready by night fall.” So what is he? Servant? Man maid? Slave? Little sub you drag around.” You were unamused eyeing him. “I took Morinozuka in when I found him as a sick hungry child in my original city. I took him in not having the heart to leave a kid to die in the snow.” “And what’s with this Lady Y/n Cra- Mom!” You turned to the door after hearing Yuji just to see him sliding the door open with a bright smile, “I don’t if Gojo Sensei told you but my room’s right next to Fushiguro!” You smiled at him “That’s Good sweetheart, we’re about to clean up here if you wanna go ba- I’ll help move some stuff out.” He entered immediately to help Mori move some boxes out of the way.

You watched until you looked over at Gojo, he was staring at you, thumb pressed on his chin pointer finger tapping his lips, “y/n y/n y/n” he sighed, “I hate making an accusation without poor but I get the feeling you really are hiding something. You used a curse technique but you don’t exactly have a cursed energy presence. Megumi told me that you managed to land a pretty impressive hit on the King of Curses. So I get the feeling you're not just some modern day sorcerer, what is it? Suppressed cursed energy? Or maybe,” he leaned close his face entirely too close to yours, you could feel his breath, “you found a way to hide your cursed energy…” he stood up laughing “But that’s absolutely ridiculous.”

Rolling your eyes you became smug, leaning your head back side eyeing him, “there’s a saying, Satoru, a girl never kisses and tells. So even if I had found a way to hide cursed energy you wouldn’t hear how out of me.”

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“I'm leaving.” Yuji was wide eyed, clinging onto the back of your shirt, “..don’t go…” you shook your head no, “please…” you could hear the shake in his voice before you rolled your eyes, “Yuji…” turning around to face him, “I’m just going to pick up some stuff I’ll be back!” He clung to you rubbing his face in your chest, “don’t leave meeeee.”

You put a hand on his head, “I don’t know if Gojo will let you go, so you need to stay and take a class or something.”

He pouted looking up at you, “Bring me week-weekly Shonen yes yes don’t worry.” You kissed the top of his head, “Go I’ll be back later.”

He smiled and you didn’t miss that red eye opening up to look at you. “Bye love you mom.” He turned around running off waving back.

“Lady Y/n… you know how this could end if you don’t tell either of them what you know soon.” Staring at the stone path you couldn’t help but want to ignore Mori. “Mhmm, I’ll have to do it soon, I just don’t know when soon is…”

I hope y’all like it 🥹 I hate plot jumping so it’s a bit slow in this part

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𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪… 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫?

✿•˖* ㅤ synopsis ; they bought you makeup when you went shopping yesterday. you wanted to test it out on them because they had the perfect features! long eyelashes, plump lips, etc. (or you just did it for fun-)

✿•˖* notes ; i got lazy so i may or may not post the “they slap you during an argument”, sorry ya’ll ! 😭🙏💗

✿•˖* includes ; osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, ryunosuke akutagawa, edgar allan poe, and fyodor~ ❥

✿•˖* genre ; sweet romance, fluff, safe for work !

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ is quite playful when you first asked if you could apply your makeup on him. He doesn’t mind at all, and he likes to play around with you as you test your makeup on him. He has soft, plump lips, so you decided putting some of your brand new lipsticks on him. The bratty brunette smudges the pink lipstick with his thumb once you take a step back to see how it looks. His specialty is to annoy you, really. Of course, you crossed you arms at him, but he just charmingly smirked at you in response, making your heart melt. —“Do I look like a beautiful princess?~”

You hated how he could just get away with anything with that smirk you loved oh too much. As you started to put eyeliner on your beloved, since he has perfect-shaped eyes, your beloved just decided to move around and mess you up. At this point, he was irritating you.

You had to offer him cuddles and kisses later for him to cooperate. You took a step back, taking a quick picture before you were about to wipe the makeup off him. However, he wanted to show it off… He ended up walking around Yokohama with the full-face of makeup on, not ashamed. You were humiliated by your detective lover’s behavior.

ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ is annoyed when you request to put your makeup on him. He accepted in the end, but it took a lot of begging—… you had to go on your knees and plead him with your sad, adorable puppy eyes. Your arrogant, ginger-haired boyfriend could never say “no” to you anyways, you were his only weakness. During the process, he would complain, grumble, or groan loudly to get your attention, trying to demonstrate just how much he doesn’t like this at all.

—“Just know I’m only doing this because I know nobody else would put up with this bullshit.” The Port Mafia executive spoke with his signature scowl as you put mascara on him. You know just how much he despised being or looking vulnerable and inferior, especially in front of you. Though, he secretly enjoys this moment because he’s with you. That was the one benefit to him in this. You didn’t notice it, but a soft smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as you were occupied looking for blush.

Once you turned around, he quickly dropped the grin of his and acted all tough and irritated again. He was trying not to smile so hard… you look so excited, it was adorable to him. He had to look away to prevent himself from letting a smirk come across his face.

ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ is flustered when you abruptly approach him with the objective to test your brand new makeup products on him. He was surprised at first, then his face slowly turned red in embarrassment. He didn’t want to just shoo you away, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to look pathetic with makeup on… those sad, pleading eyes of yours looking up at him… how could he just send you off?

—“Fine, just not to much… okay, my… lo-love?” Your dark-eyed dear told you. He was such a sweetheart in the interior, hesitating to call you a cute name, even as simple as ‘my love’, since the poor boy had never received love before, making it difficult for him to be romantic with you. When you sat him down, you feel his body is tense. He was unsure about this. You then instructed him to shut his eyes tight so you can put eyeshadow on him. He was obedient despite how much it hurt ego. After you’ve finished putting eyeshadow on Akutagawa’s eyelids, you noticed his cheeks a warm, pink hue.

—“Huh, I don’t recall applying blush on your cheeks…” You thought, and in response, Akutagawa just looked away in silence. He tried avoiding the subject so you wouldn’t realize he was really flustered because of you.

ᴇᴅɢᴀʀ ᴀʟʟᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴇ is shy when you distracted him from writing his mystery novel for Ranpo to solve, with the desire of adding your makeup products to test on him. He immediately looked away with a bright, cherry-red face as you sat on his lap, putting your products on his desk and moving his novel aside for a moment. With shaky hands, her puts his hands on your hips to support you, as the last thing he wanted was for you to fall off his lap.

—“Ok-okay… please don’t overdo it th-though, sweetheart…” Your timid darling spoke in a quiet voice as you start to put foundation on his face. You lifted the hair from his face just to see him already looking down at you with a gentle, loving and affectionate look. He allowed you to tap foundation on his forehead, use your brush to put blush on his cheeks, use mascara on him, etc. He was okay with it as long as you didn’t use to much of your products on him.

When you had finished, he turned you around so he could continue working on his novel with you on his lap. He felt very hot, so you wondered if he had a fever. In reality, he was just so humiliated that his entire body felt hot.

ᴅᴏꜱᴛᴏᴇᴠꜱᴋʏ ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ is neutral when he felt your arms embrace his torso from behind, seeking to use your makeup products on him. He turned around, carrying you to your shared bedroom, setting you down and sitting on the bed. You sprinted to your desk, grabbing hold of all the new products he had purchased for you.

—“You have my permission, myshka. Just as long you remove it once your done.” Fyodor cooed with a soothing voice in your ear, stroking your smooth hair with his pale, cold hands. You smiled brightly as you reached for red lipstick and lipgloss to start off with. It was wine-red, and your terrorist beloved seemed to enjoy the color. He kissed your cheek as soon as you finished layering the lipstick with lipgloss, leaving a mark on your cheek. He knew just how to fluster you. You didn’t even bother to rub it off and just proceeded to put highlighter at the corner of his eyes, as well as contour on his nose, etc.

As you were finishing up putting highlighter on your boyfriend’s nose, Fyodor was in a trance, captivated by your beauty, as if he got hypnotized by you. Though, your didn’t pick up on this.

[spngi]

My tears ricochet | mafia!carlos sainz jr x reader

Prologue | part 1 | part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

part 5

summary: Mr. and Mrs. Sainz lived in a dream for many years, now everything is falling apart and they need to deal with their feelings

warnings: Grammar mistakes, mentions of violence, Carlos is an idiot, mentions of cheating, sexual content, angst.

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It’s the first morning I truly wake up happy after a long time. I feel ready for a new beginning when I wake up embraced by Carlos’s body. It’s perfect to share the little things with him, his presence filling me with joy.

I watch him through the door; he’s on the phone now, and Paco is jumping on his legs, begging for attention.

We were having coffee outside, enjoying each other’s company, when his phone rang. Things are not like they used to be; we still have a long way to go to regain each other’s trust, but we are happy with the small steps we are taking.

The conversation my husband is having doesn’t seem good. He looks tense, defensive, and even without hearing his conversation, I can tell it’s a serious matter. He is standing in the middle of the room, phone in hand, head down, his abdomen bare, and wearing sweatpants. Every domestic scene warms my heart more, like him making pancakes for breakfast earlier or the large bouquet of peonies that miraculously appeared this morning.

I knew that just these gestures wouldn’t erase the pain Carlos and I had caused each other, but they were a good way to start this new journey.

I see him hang up the phone in a single, explosive gesture. He takes a breath while putting the device in his pocket.

“What’s your problem?” His voice echoes coldly in the room. I don’t understand who he is referring to or why he’s looking at me that way.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him, still confused as I approach his tense figure. The contrast with the relaxed figure he had before the phone call is clear. “What happened?”

“I tell you I love Martina, and you try to kill her? Is this how you want to move forward?” He explodes, his tone loud and desperate.

“What are you talking about? You think I tried to kill that girl? Are you out of your mind?” I ask him, my words stinging. Carlos looks at me as if I were a monster, and it hurts to be his first suspect. It hurts to know he thinks so poorly of me.

“What a great coincidence, isn’t it? I tell you how I feel about her, and today someone hits her car and flees.” He points at me as if he’s about to warn me. “You’re lucky she’s still alive.”

“Does it not occur to you that it could have been just a drunk idiot? Do you think so poorly of me that you believe I’d do something like that?” I exclaim, anger exploding from my body. That bitch had to ruin my life without me even doing anything to her.

“You lost the benefit of the doubt when you decided to killed those men.”

A car accident? I wouldn’t even have thought of that, and I had thought of many ways to get rid of the girl, but none involving her death—only involving putting a package with absurd amounts of drugs in her car and house, along with a call to the police.

Carlos’s words drive me crazy. I feel insane for hearing them because it can’t be true. His eyes look at me with disgust, as if I were a murderer.

“I don’t know how serious the accident was, but if I were you, I’d pray for her to be okay. It would prevent you from finally becoming a monster,” he says, and Paco runs away scared by the shouting.

I don’t think much after what I hear; my body is overtaken by rage, and I can only remember all the times Charles taught me to aim and shoot. That’s what I think about when I grab the closest object to me, a crystal vase, and throw it at Carlos.

The crystal shatters upon hitting the top of his head in small pieces. The noise is loud, and the whole house goes on alert before returning to its routine upon seeing the scene.

“Are you crazy?” He yells in shock, with glass shards all over the place, including in his hair, and small drops of blood running down his forehead.

“Maybe, but I’m not a murderer,” I say through clenched teeth. “Believe me, if I wanted her dead, there wouldn’t be any pieces of the car left to tell the tale, but I would never dirty my hands with someone as insignificant as her.”

The room turns into a chaos of shouting and arguing. Even though I love Carlos, I’m almost ready to throw another vase at him. I decide to stop arguing with him; it wouldn’t help when he’s so blinded by believing I would do such a thing. I turn around, leaving him to argue alone, and head back outside.

“You should leave, Carlos… I can’t stand looking at your face right now,” I say finally before leaving. “And don’t you dare ask anyone to clean up the mess you made,” I point to the floor and walk out.

I sit in a chair, not allowing myself to cry this time. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I spent a day without crying, so I forbid myself from doing it today! The scene that just occurred felt like it nailed the final stake into our marriage. There was no more unity, no more fidelity, respect, or love.

I couldn’t love for both of us alone, not when it was destroying me. When it was already destroying me.

“Your foot is bleeding,” I hear a voice pull me out of my thoughts, and when I look up, I see Charles.

“Oh,” I have no reaction. I look down and see the small pool of blood forming underneath the injured foot I hadn’t noticed before. “I must have stepped on one of the glass shards. I’ll take care of it…”

I try to reassure him and spare him from my melancholic company.

“Let me take care of it for you; just wait here, please,” he smiles, looking tense, possibly having witnessed the situation.

Just as I didn’t notice him leave, I didn’t notice him come back, this time with a first aid kit in hand. He kneels in front of me and gently takes my left foot.

“I can do this, Charles. Thank you,” I thank him and try to get rid of his presence.

“No, no, I insist,” he smiles worriedly, his eyes on me. There’s something there I can’t decipher; it’s not pity, but definitely something shining.

He opens the significantly large first aid kit that is necessary when someone with a gunshot or knife wound shows up at the house from time to time.

“Do you need anesthetic?” he asks, laughing.

“Although I would love to be high right now, it won’t be necessary,” I say, and he laughs lightly.

He pulls the glass shard out in one precise, smooth movement, and I watch as he cleans the wound with cotton and alcohol.

“To save you the trouble of investigating the accident… I didn’t do it,” I say to Charles.

“I know,” he replies, not bothering to look up at me, appearing certain of his opinion. “And I think if Carlos had a bit more reason and faith in you, he’d know that.”

It’s funny to watch him work with such calm and gentleness on a simple injury, contrasting sharply with all the memories of when he taught me to shoot and defend myself months ago.

“I didn’t teach you to do a job halfway and to leave traces. I have faith that you were a good student.” He looks up and smiles. Charles is the same age as me, but the difference between us is apparent. He’s lived and witnessed many things to be where he is now and still tries to be as gentle as possible in my company.

“Thank you,” I say, watching him as he wraps my foot with a bandage. It’s large and silly for the size of the cut, but the gesture enchants me.

I let my eyes wander away, to the garden or beyond it, my thoughts drifting. I don’t want to cry, not for Carlos. Just thinking about his name makes me sick, and I wonder why I did all this. Why did I sacrifice so much of my life for him? Why did I fight so hard for this marriage when it was destroying me?

It’s ironic how life presents things to us. Throughout my life, I’ve always loved art, preferring romantic ideals and works that depicted routine and brought peace. Now my life would be painted in a dark and melancholic canvas.

“If you could choose to be anything, what would you be?” I ask Charles, who is still kneeling in front of me, his hand gently touching my injured foot.

“What do you mean?” His green eyes look confused.

“I would have my own art gallery, or rather, I think I would like to work in a museum…” I let my mind wander, to what I could be if I weren’t here.

“In which museum?” he asks.

“In Washington,” I reply without thinking. “I think there cuz my favorite art is there, a beautiful Monet. I would be the happiest person to see it every day,” I smile at the scene in my mind, a genuine smile. “And you?”

“I think I would be a Formula 1 driver,” he laughs. “My childhood dream was to drive the red car around the world.”

“In another universe, I’m sure we’re doing that,” I smile at him, laughing. It’s silly to think about it, but it helps me calm down. “Please sit down.”

He closes the first aid kit and sets it aside, then sits in the chair next to me. He seems awkward or even embarrassed to do so.

“I don’t want to get divorced, Charles,” I murmur, scratching my forehead. I thought I would have more strength for this, that I wouldn’t give up so easily.

“He will find out it wasn’t you eventually” he murmurs.

“The problem isn’t the accident, or even Carlos. He isn’t that desperate about the divorce, and if he were, he would file for litigation” I sigh. “She wants the divorce; I just took a while to realize it… Carlos getting divorced is just a red flag for all his business, and it will make his life much more difficult… I just don’t know if I can handle it anymore.”

“Y/n…” the man calls me, then says, “You are the strongest woman I have ever known. You’ve been through so much and endured it as if it were just another normal day at work. You handle all the problems better than anyone here among us. You could be Carlos, but he could never be you.”

It’s the first time in a long while that a man makes me cry with joy.

One more part! I hope you guys are enjoying it!

Leave your comments and opinions ❤️

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The Arsonists’ Handbook: A Writer’s Guide To Igniting Fire

This comprehensive guide is crafted to assist writers in creating realistic and gripping depictions of arson scenes. We'll explore the psychological motivations behind arson, the different types of fires, and the intricate dynamics of how a fire spreads.

I personally wrote this blog due to a story I’m working on involving the Salem trials fires, thus the extensive research. I hope this comprehensive guide will help you out with your fiery (written) endeavours! (Heavy on the written). 

Understanding Fire: The Basics

How Fire Starts

At its core, fire is a chemical reaction known as combustion. For fire to ignite, three key elements must be present: heat, fuel, and oxygen. This trio is often referred to as the fire triangle. Removing any one of these elements will prevent or extinguish the fire.

Heat: The energy source that raises the temperature of the material (fuel) to its ignition point. Heat can come from various sources, such as an open flame, electrical sparks, friction, or chemical reactions.

Fuel: Any combustible material that can feed the fire. This can range from solid objects like wood and paper to liquids like gasoline and alcohol, and even gases like propane and natural gas.

Oxygen: Fire needs oxygen to sustain itself. Typically, the air around us provides the necessary oxygen, but in certain conditions (like in an oxygen-rich environment), fire can become significantly more intense and harder to control.

Fire Behavior

Once a fire ignites, its behavior is influenced by several factors, including the type of fuel, the amount of oxygen available, and the environment. Understanding how fire behaves is crucial for writing realistic scenes, especially when it comes to describing how quickly a fire spreads and the destruction it causes.

Spread of Fire

Fire spreads through three main methods: conduction, convection, and radiation. Conduction is the transfer of heat through materials, like when a fire heats up a metal door. Convection occurs when hot air rises and circulates, spreading the fire. Radiation is the heat that spreads through the air, setting nearby objects alight without direct contact.

Stages of a Fire

A fire typically goes through four stages: ignition, growth, fully developed, and decay.

Ignition: This is the beginning stage where the fire starts. It’s often small and contained, but the potential for growth is high.

Growth: As the fire consumes more fuel, it grows in size and intensity. During this stage, the fire spreads rapidly, and the heat increases, potentially igniting nearby objects.

Fully Developed: The fire has reached its peak intensity. All available fuel is burning, and the temperature is at its highest. This is the most dangerous stage, where the fire is hardest to control.

Decay: As the fire runs out of fuel or oxygen, it begins to die down. The flames reduce in size, and the temperature starts to drop. However, if there’s still some fuel or oxygen left, the fire can reignite.

Types of Fire

Not all fires are created equal, and understanding the differences between various types of fires can help you write more accurate scenes. The type of fire often determines how it spreads, how it's fought, and the damage it causes.

Class A (Ordinary Combustibles): These fires involve materials like wood, paper, cloth, and some plastics. They are the most common type of fire and are usually extinguished with water or foam.

Class B (Flammable Liquids): These fires involve flammable or combustible liquids such as gasoline, oil, and alcohol. They are more dangerous than Class A fires and are typically extinguished with foam, carbon dioxide, or dry chemical agents.

Class C (Electrical Fires): These fires involve electrical equipment, such as wiring, circuit breakers, and appliances. Water should never be used to extinguish a Class C fire because it can conduct electricity, making the situation worse. These fires are typically fought with non-conductive agents like dry chemicals or carbon dioxide.

Class D (Combustible Metals): These fires involve metals like magnesium, titanium, and sodium. They are very dangerous and are fought with specialized agents like dry powder designed to absorb heat and smother the fire.

Class K (Kitchen Fires): These fires involve cooking oils and fats, often occurring in kitchens. They are fought with wet chemical agents that cool the fire and create a barrier between the fuel and the oxygen.

The Stages of Arson

Arson, the act of deliberately setting fire to property, is a complex crime that involves planning, execution, and, often, a great deal of psychological motivation. Understanding the stages of arson can help you create more realistic and engaging scenes in your writing.

Planning and Preparation

Before an arsonist sets a fire, they usually go through a detailed planning and preparation phase. This stage involves selecting a target, gathering materials, and determining the best time and method to set the fire.

Motive: The reasons behind arson can vary widely. Common motives include revenge, financial gain (such as insurance fraud), psychological compulsion (pyromania), or even a desire to destroy evidence of another crime.

Target Selection: The arsonist will choose their target based on various factors, including the accessibility of the location, the presence of flammable materials, and the likelihood of the fire being discovered quickly. For example, an arsonist might target an abandoned building, a business with financial troubles, or a residence where they hold a grudge against the occupants.

Materials Gathering: The arsonist needs to gather materials to start the fire. This might include accelerants like gasoline or kerosene, tools to break into the target location, and possibly even timing devices to delay the ignition. Some arsonists use household items like matches, lighters, or candles, while others might resort to more sophisticated methods.

Timing: Timing is crucial for arson. The arsonist might choose a time when the target location is unoccupied to avoid detection or ensure maximum damage. Alternatively, they might set the fire at a time when the building is full of people to cause harm or send a message.

Ignition

The ignition stage is when the arsonist actually starts the fire. This is often the most critical and dangerous part of the crime, as it requires the arsonist to be physically present at the scene.

Methods: There are various methods an arsonist might use to start a fire. The simplest method is using a match or lighter to ignite flammable materials. However, more sophisticated arsonists might use chemical accelerants, timing devices, or even electrical equipment to start the fire remotely. In some cases, the arsonist might create a trail of flammable liquid leading to the target, allowing them to ignite the fire from a safe distance.

Initial Signs: The first signs of a fire are usually small flames and smoke. Depending on the materials used, the smoke might be thick and black (indicating the presence of accelerants) or lighter and less noticeable. The smell of burning materials is also a telltale sign, and in some cases, the arsonist might use scented materials to mask the odor of burning chemicals.

Fire’s Progression

Once the fire is ignited, it begins to grow and spread. The speed and intensity of the fire depend on several factors, including the type of fuel, the amount of oxygen available, and the structure of the building.

Growth: As the fire consumes more fuel, it grows in size and intensity. Flames spread to nearby objects, igniting anything that can burn. The heat generated by the fire causes nearby materials to reach their ignition points, further fueling the blaze. In a well-ventilated area, the fire can spread rapidly, engulfing the entire structure in minutes.

Environmental Effects: The fire’s heat can cause significant damage to the surrounding environment. Smoke and toxic fumes fill the air, making it difficult to breathe and see. The intense heat can cause glass to shatter, metal to warp, and wood to burst into flames. The fire might also create a backdraft, a dangerous phenomenon where a sudden influx of oxygen causes an explosion of flames.

Aftermath

After the fire has been extinguished, the aftermath reveals the full extent of the damage. This stage involves assessing the destruction, investigating the cause of the fire, and dealing with the legal and emotional consequences.

Destruction: The fire leaves behind a trail of destruction. Buildings are reduced to charred skeletons, possessions are destroyed, and in some cases, lives are lost. The damage caused by fire can be catastrophic, leaving victims homeless, businesses bankrupt, and communities devastated.

Investigation: Arson is a criminal act, and a thorough investigation is usually conducted to determine the cause of the fire and identify the perpetrator. Fire investigators look for clues like burn patterns, residue from

The Psychological Profile of an Arsonist

Arsonists come from diverse backgrounds, but their motivations often stem from deep psychological issues. Understanding the mind of an arsonist can help you create more complex and nuanced characters in your writing.

Common Motivations

Revenge: Many arsonists are motivated by a desire for revenge. They might set a fire to get back at someone who wronged them, such as a former employer, an ex-partner, or a rival. This type of arson is often impulsive, driven by anger and a need to assert control.

Financial Gain: Arson is sometimes committed for financial reasons, such as insurance fraud. The arsonist may set fire to their own property or hire someone to do it, intending to collect insurance money. This type of arson is usually well-planned and methodical.

Psychological Compulsion (Pyromania): Some arsonists are driven by a psychological disorder known as pyromania, where they experience an uncontrollable urge to start fires. For these individuals, the act of setting a fire provides a sense of excitement, satisfaction, or relief. Pyromaniacs often set multiple fires and may stay to watch the fire burn.

Attention-Seeking: Arsonists may set fires to attract attention, either to themselves or to a cause they believe in. This can be seen in cases where someone sets a fire to highlight an issue, make a political statement, or simply because they crave the spotlight.

Thrill-Seeking: For some, the act of arson is about the thrill of taking risks and the adrenaline rush that comes with causing destruction. These arsonists might not have any particular grievance or financial motive but are instead driven by a desire for excitement.

Psychological Traits

While not all arsonists fit a single profile, there are common psychological traits that many share:

Lack of Empathy: Arsonists often exhibit a lack of empathy, unable to fully grasp or care about the consequences of their actions on others. They may not consider the potential loss of life or property and are more focused on their own desires and needs.

Impulsivity: Some arsonists act on impulse, setting fires without fully considering the long-term effects. This impulsivity can be linked to other behavioral issues, such as a history of aggression, substance abuse, or other criminal activity.

Desire for Control: Arson can be a way for individuals to exert control over a situation or person. The fire represents a powerful force that the arsonist can manipulate, giving them a sense of power and dominance.

Isolation: Many arsonists are socially isolated, struggling to form meaningful relationships. This isolation can fuel their desire for attention or revenge, leading them to commit acts of arson as a way of asserting themselves.

Physical Signs and Symptoms of Arson

When it comes to describing a fire in your writing, the physical signs and symptoms of arson can add a layer of authenticity and vivid detail to your scenes. Understanding these signs not only enhances the realism of your narrative but also helps to convey the severity and impact of the fire.

Visual Cues

One of the most striking aspects of a fire is its visual presentation. The flames, smoke, and other visual cues can vary greatly depending on the type of fire, the materials involved, and the environment.

Flames, Colors, and Intensity of the Fire: Flames can vary in color depending on the materials burning and the temperature of the fire. For instance, a fire fueled by organic materials like wood or paper typically burns with orange or yellow flames. In contrast, fires involving chemicals or metals might produce blue, green, or even white flames. The intensity of the flames can also signal the fire’s progression, with small, flickering flames indicating the early stages and roaring, high flames signifying a fully developed fire.

Smoke Characteristics: Smoke is another key visual indicator of a fire’s behavior. The color, thickness, and smell of smoke can provide clues about the type of materials burning and the presence of accelerants. Black, thick smoke often suggests that the fire is consuming synthetic materials like plastics or rubber, while white or gray smoke might indicate burning wood or paper. The smell of the smoke can also vary, with a sharp, acrid odor suggesting the presence of chemicals.

Heat Effects

Heat is one of the most destructive elements of a fire, and it can have profound effects on objects, structures, and people. Describing these effects can make your arson scenes more visceral and impactful.

Effects on Objects and Structures: The intense heat generated by a fire can cause a wide range of damage. Wood and other combustible materials might blister and char, while metals can warp or melt. Glass windows might crack or shatter due to the rapid temperature change. The heat can also cause scorch marks on walls and floors, which are often key indicators in an arson investigation. Understanding these effects allows you to describe the aftermath of a fire with greater accuracy.

Scorch Marks, Blistering, and Charring: Scorch marks are darkened areas that indicate where flames or intense heat have come into contact with a surface. Blistering occurs when the heat causes materials to bubble and expand, often seen on painted or varnished surfaces. Charring is the blackening and partial burning of materials, typically seen on wood. These signs can be crucial in determining the origin of the fire and whether an accelerant was used.

Human Reactions

The physical and emotional responses of individuals during a fire are critical elements in conveying the terror and urgency of an arson scene.

Physical Responses to Heat and Smoke: The human body reacts dramatically to the extreme conditions of a fire. Heat can cause burns, ranging from superficial first-degree burns to more severe third-degree burns that destroy deeper layers of skin. Smoke inhalation is a common and often deadly consequence of being trapped in a fire. It can cause coughing, choking, and disorientation as the smoke deprives the body of oxygen and fills the lungs with toxic gases. Victims might experience blurred vision, dizziness, and confusion, making it difficult for them to escape.

Emotional Responses to Fire: The emotional toll of being caught in a fire can be overwhelming. Panic is a common reaction, as the instinct to flee overwhelms rational thought. Fear and anxiety can paralyze individuals, making them unable to act. However, some characters might respond with determination and resolve, driven by the need to save themselves or others. Describing these emotional responses can add depth to your characters and heighten the drama of the scene.

For a more detailed guide on burns, read how to write burns. 

Common Misconceptions About Arson

When writing about arson, it’s important to address common misconceptions that can lead to unrealistic or inaccurate scenes. Debunking these myths can help you create more credible and compelling narratives.

Fire Spreads Quickly

A common misconception is that fire spreads almost instantaneously. While fire can indeed spread rapidly, especially under the right conditions, there is often a progression that can be influenced by various factors such as the type of fuel, the presence of accelerants, and the structure of the building. In reality, a fire might start small and take several minutes to fully engulf a room, especially if there’s limited ventilation or the materials are slow to ignite. This progression allows for moments of tension and potential escape in your narrative.

All Fires Look the Same

Another myth is that all fires behave similarly, regardless of the environment or the materials involved. In truth, the appearance and behavior of a fire can vary widely. For example, a fire in a well-ventilated area with plenty of fuel will look very different from a smoldering fire in an oxygen-deprived environment. Additionally, fires involving different types of materials—like wood, gasoline, or chemicals—can produce vastly different flames, smoke, and heat. Recognizing these differences can help you craft more nuanced and realistic fire scenes.

Fire and Explosions

Thanks to Hollywood, many people believe that fires often result in dramatic explosions. However, explosions are relatively rare in most fires and usually require specific conditions, such as the presence of flammable gases or liquids in confined spaces. While a fire can cause small, localized bursts (like when a pressurized canister overheats and ruptures), full-scale explosions are uncommon. Incorporating this knowledge can prevent your scenes from falling into the trap of over-the-top sensationalism.

Easy to Identify an Arsonist

The idea that arsonists are easily identifiable or leave obvious clues behind is another misconception. In reality, arson investigation is a complex and challenging process. Arsonists often go to great lengths to cover their tracks, using methods that leave little evidence. The fire itself can destroy crucial evidence, making it difficult to determine the cause and origin. Investigators must rely on subtle clues, like burn patterns, residue from accelerants, and witness statements. Writing realistic arson investigations involves understanding the nuances and difficulties involved in linking the crime to a specific individual.

Real-Life Case Studies

Exploring real-life arson cases can provide valuable insights into the motives, methods, and consequences of arson, helping you to create more authentic scenes in your writing.

Notorious Arson Cases

The Boston Fire (1919): This fire, started by disgruntled city workers, caused extensive damage and highlighted how social unrest can lead to destructive acts of arson. The arsonists used a combination of accelerants and timing devices to ensure the fire spread quickly and was difficult to control.

The Happy Land Fire (1990): A tragic case where an arsonist set fire to a social club in New York, resulting in 87 deaths. The fire was started with gasoline, and the arsonist’s motive was personal revenge after an altercation with a club employee. This case illustrates the deadly potential of arson when combined with crowded, enclosed spaces.

The Oakland Hills Firestorm (1991): Although not initially an arson case, this firestorm was exacerbated by arsonists who set additional fires in the area. The fire destroyed thousands of homes and underscored the difficulty of controlling fires in densely populated areas with dry, windy conditions.

Lessons for Writers

Real-life cases like these offer important lessons for writers. They demonstrate the variety of motives behind arson, the different methods used, and the devastating impact that fire can have on individuals and communities. Incorporating these lessons into your writing can help you create more complex and realistic arson scenes.

Complex Motives: Arson isn’t always about destruction for its own sake. It can be motivated by revenge, financial gain, political statements, or psychological issues. Exploring these motives can add depth to your characters and their actions.

Diverse Methods: Arsonists don’t always rely on the same techniques. Understanding the different methods used to start fires allows you to vary your scenes and avoid repetitive or predictable narratives.

Realistic Consequences: The aftermath of arson can be devastating, with long-lasting consequences for the

Arson in Literature and Film

Arson is a powerful narrative device in literature and film, often used to create tension, drive plot, or explore character motivations. Understanding how arson has been portrayed in these mediums can help you craft more compelling and nuanced fire scenes in your writing.

Arson as a Plot Device

Arson is often used as a plot device to introduce conflict, create suspense, or catalyze a story’s events. It can serve as a turning point in the narrative, forcing characters to confront their past, make difficult decisions, or reveal their true nature.

Catalyst for Change: In many stories, a fire is the catalyst that sets the plot in motion. The destruction caused by the fire forces characters to adapt, overcome obstacles, or seek revenge.

Revealing Character: Arson can also be used to reveal a character’s true nature. A character who commits arson may be driven by anger, greed, or desperation, and their actions can expose underlying flaws or hidden motivations.

Symbolism: Fire is often used symbolically in literature and film, representing concepts like purification, destruction, or rebirth. The act of setting a fire can be a symbolic gesture, reflecting the character’s desire to destroy the past, cleanse themselves of guilt, or start anew.

Notable Examples in Literature and Film

"Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë: In this classic novel, the character of Bertha Mason sets fire to Thornfield Hall, an act that is both literal and symbolic. The fire represents Bertha's madness and desperation, as well as the destructive secrets hidden within the estate. The blaze ultimately leads to the revelation of Mr. Rochester's past and serves as a turning point in Jane Eyre's journey, symbolizing the destruction of the old and the possibility of a new beginning.

"Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury: In Bradbury’s dystopian novel, fire is used as a tool of oppression. Firemen are tasked with burning books, a symbol of knowledge and freedom, to maintain societal control. The protagonist, Guy Montag, initially takes part in these acts of arson, but as the story progresses, he becomes disillusioned and eventually rebels against the system. The novel explores themes of censorship, conformity, and the power of knowledge, with fire serving as both a destructive and a purifying force.

"Carrie" by Stephen King: In King’s horror novel, fire is a key element of the climactic scene where Carrie White, after being humiliated at her high school prom, uses her telekinetic powers to set fire to the gymnasium. The fire is a manifestation of her rage and desire for revenge, and it leads to the destruction of her school and the deaths of many of her tormentors. The scene is a powerful example of how fire can be used to convey intense emotions and serve as a metaphor for uncontrollable anger and retribution.

"Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier: The burning of Manderley, the grand estate that serves as the novel’s primary setting, is a pivotal moment in du Maurier’s gothic tale. The fire, set by the vengeful housekeeper Mrs. Danvers, symbolizes the destruction of the past and the erasure of Rebecca’s lingering influence over the characters. It also represents the liberation of the protagonist from the oppressive shadow of her predecessor, allowing her to finally step out of Rebecca’s shadow.

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