#How To Increase My Height Faster

[k4vehrtz]

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE YOUNG, YOUNG LOVERS? dom ! nanami kento / sub ! m. reader

content warnings. nsfw content / hybrid au ergo predator - prey dynamic where applicable / bunny hybrid ! nanami & reader / explicit mentions of and allusions to social anxiety / age gap (reader is 25 + nanami is 45) / satosugu cameo / self - degradation (brief, nanami) + mild degradation (r receiving) / fingering (r receiving) / spontaneous sex / ‘bunny’ & ‘little rabbit’ used as a pet name / doggystyle / ass‐to–mouth / overstimulation / heat cycles / nipple play / explicit consent / reader is shorter than nanami but there is no explicit description of a body type / virgin nanami ergo loss of virginity

word count. 3K

notes. i’ve had this bunny ! reader req in my inbox for a while and it has been on my mind so i decided to explore a couple ideas :) i’m dyslexic so any errors just give the fic personality

nanami had, over the course of his life, nurtured a particular distaste for other human beings.

he’d grown up in a city — one that never slept; a city that hummed to the tune of debauchery. busy days pre–empted busier nights. and he’d always remember two things: one, that the winters were cold, but the people there were always colder and two, he’d stuck out in a crowd.

hence, at the age of forty–five, he’d decided to leave.

“… so let me get this straight,” satoru, who’d made it his mission to mimic a koala, says as he untangles himself from suguru after having concluded that this was, in fact, a serious conversation. “you’re moving to a small town to avoid human interaction more efficiently instead of addressing your underlying social anxiety?”

satoru naturally spoke faster than the average individual, but his pace increased near the end of his sentence. nanami pretended not to notice (something he’d become exceptionally good at).

“real subtle, smart ass,” suguru hadn’t though, narrowing his eyes at his partner before turning his attention back to nanami, “i think it’s a good idea, better environment to write and all.”

writing, yes. he’d gotten in the habit during high school. it was nothing more than a hobby — something to pass the time between classes. being a loner by choice (as he’d liked to call it), he’d had a lot of time to get lost between the lines of an empty notebook. and being a creature of habit (in the self–proclaimed ‘right’ opinion of the startlingly blue–eyed man sitting across from him), he’d made a career out of it.

“i…suppose,” he responds almost nonchalantly, lacking the energy that his two closest friends possessed.

he hasn’t written since his last work — a collection of essays on how one’s perception of their surroundings is impacted by one’s perception of oneself — was published two, almost three years ago.

he’s embarrassed, a sensation that sticks to his skin uncomfortably and the silence that falls between them only exacerbates his discomfort.

“i’ll see you two, then,” he speaks up after the silence proves to be too much for him, standing to his full height in a bashful sort of way that can only be described as endearing — typical for rabbit hybrids.

the two fox hybrids, long since accustomed to the abrupt end of get–togethers, exchange their goodbyes as they stare at his retreating form with sympathetic eyes.

and nanami, instinctively observant of his surroundings to a fault, doesn’t have to turn around to know the expressions that colour their complexions. he can feel it — the eyes of predators following his every move.

he exhales slowly through his nose: once, twice, and then a third time before the intensity of his heartbeat subsides. they’re his friends, not a threat.

his stride resumes, albeit awkwardly, with full awareness of the fact that he has a problem. he’s had a problem for a long time. but running comes naturally to prey animals.

designated ‘safe spaces’ for prey animals had become the norm in recent years following a series of unfortunate events. the café you worked at was one such establishment.

“…i’m so sorry for the delay, my co–worker called in sick so i’ve been on my own and today is a lot busier than—”

nanami clears his throat, his intention crystal clear, and your ramble comes to an abrupt end.

warmth gathers beneath the surface of your cheeks as you raise your gaze to his, though he swiftly looks away, “what can i get you?”

without looking at the menu, he responds, “a croissant,” and you interject, “so you’re the croissant guy!”

he stares at you for a moment before slowly repeating after you, “the…croissant guy?” and when you smile at him, he can’t help but think that he’d need sunglasses if you were to do that again.

you apologize for the second time before continuing, “you should know by now that there aren’t that many people that live here and, between you and me, even fewer people that buy our croissants,” a distinct warmness to your tone.

nanami nods thoughtfully, responding curtly with an indifferent, “i see,” as he pays for the pastry before finding himself someplace to sit with his laptop.

it’s been a week since he’d first arrived and he considers himself familiar enough with his new surroundings. all that was left to do was to write but, as it turns out, a change of scenery only goes so far.

as he stares at the empty document on his screen, his thoughts wander back to a few minutes ago. you’re a new face — he presumes the co–worker you’d mentioned was the barista he’d met before.

but his thoughts wander so far before you appear at his side, croissant in hand, “i heard you were an author, that’s pretty cool,” and your seemingly perpetual smile curling your lips.

you mean no harm; it’s merely an attempt to be polite, making small talk is perfectly normal. but nanami isn’t normal, he feels strange, a surge of anxiety materializing seemingly from thin air.

“you heard?” he repeats after you, stumbling over his words, and he feels stupid and embarrassed.

you tilt your head to the side, your overly large ears flopping as you do so, before taking it upon yourself to sit across from him.

“isn’t it great to have places like these to ourselves?”

he raises a brow at the sudden change of topic but you continue nevertheless, “i think it’s great, ‘cause you get to meet people who understand you. there’s a book club at the library down the street this saturday, i think you should stop by if you have the time to spare,” before excusing yourself, leaving as fast as you came.

nanami lowers his eyes to the croissant, not entirely sure of what had just happened. while you stare at him from behind the counter, a complex mixture of emotions colouring your expression.

“i think you should go; it won’t hurt to get out of the house.”

satoru’s voice echoes through his laptop’s speaker and nanami falls into contemplative silence.

“besides —” suguru interjects, “you’ve been seeing that therapist, right? i bet she’d agree that this is a step in the right direction,” moving into the camera’s frame as he settles down on satoru’s lap.

they’re not wrong; he, deep down, knows that they’re not wrong, but he hesitates all the same.

“i don’t know,” he breathes out after a moment of silence, pushing the pickled vegetables around his plate with his reusable chopsticks absentmindedly.

the line of communication falls silent once more and then suguru responds, “whatever you decide to do, we support you,” before ending the call.

and nanami exhales slowly, staring at his reflection on his laptop’s screen. he’s aged (of course he has), baby fat no longer rounds his cheeks, and crow’s feet round the corners of his eyes.

but, even now, he stands out — and nanami hates standing out.

he’d stood out among his peers; other prey animals were shorter, always shorter. there was always ‘too much’ of nanami — it made him easier to spot and made his movements awkward. he never fully knew what to do with himself.

rabbit hybrids were meant to be small and cute, two things nanami wasn’t.

you, on the other hand, were the epitome of society’s expectations; smaller and sociable. at least, that’s what he’d observed over the past four days. and he doesn’t hate you for it — ‘hate’ is too strong of a word to describe how he felt.

‘envy’, however, leaves a bad taste in his mouth, it ruins his already depleted appetite, and he pushes the ceramic plate of pickled vegetables away from him when the thought crosses his labyrinthine mind.

he doesn’t envy you; that would be absurd. but, isn’t that what this world is, absurd?

‘it is’, he decides as he changes into more suitable clothing for leaving the house — abandoning his pyjamas for a white shirt tucked into the waistband of black slacks. it was plain, nanami liked plain; he liked uniformity.

but you, you again, you were anything but plain.

as he rounded the corner of the library after receiving directions from the librarian, a sweet elderly woman, your brightly coloured sweater caught his eyes first. it stood out amidst the piles of books of all different shapes, sizes, and colours that surrounded you.

his gaze flickers to the watch around his wrist, an all too familiar sensation creeping up on him. he’d come too late. but the sound of your voice drags him out of his thoughts before he can spiral any further. hell, he hadn’t even noticed when you approached him.

“you should get out of your head sometime.”

he narrows his eyes at you, not entirely because of what you’d said (though it played a role) but because of how you said it. now that you were in such proximity to one another, he can’t help but acknowledge that you look terrible.

you sound as though you’d just run a marathon, your chest rising and falling in quick succession. without thinking he presses the back of his palm against your forehead, beads of sweat dampening his skin but he doesn’t mind. you’re burning up.

“christ,” he grimaces as he gives you a once–over, adrenaline coursing through his veins as his own body begins to heat up in a similar manner.

so, this is not a regular fever, duly noted.

“i don’t consider myself a believer but each to their own,” you grin, a lopsided type that nanami swore could give him cavities. but now is not the time for that.

he clears his throat, making the conscious decision to ignore the growing strain of his cock against the fabric of his slacks, and asks carefully, “do you need a ride home?”

nanami’s studio was a blank canvas; untouched white walls, and brand–new furniture (some still encased in its plastic wrapping) in different shades of grey. even in your heat–induced haze, you could tell that this was a ‘house’, not a ‘home’.

he doesn’t comment on it though, so you keep your thoughts to yourself as he gently guides you to his designated bedroom.

the mattress sinks under the combined weight of the two of you. your chests rising and falling in sync as you stare into each other’s eyes, your oversized ears touching in a way neither of you knew could be so pleasurable until now.

“i look old enough to be your father,” he murmurs, his voice breathier the longer his body hovers over yours. and your response comes between laboured gasps, “i’m—oh shit, you’re big—twenty-five, don’t worry, i’m a big boy.”

you can feel his growing erection through the fabric of his slacks against your own. and the air between the two of you feels charged, igniting as he lowers his lips to your throat, his warm breath feeling like miniature needles against your sensitive skin, “do you or do you not want this?”

it’s the question of the hour and you nod eagerly but he pauses, holding your chin between the soft pads of his thumb and index finger as he tilts your head upwards, “i need words, bunny, think you can use your words f’me, bunny?”

your lips part, a low, open–mouthed moan cascading down your tongue before you manage to form a coherent response, “i want ‘you’, not ‘this’.”

and your choice of wording is not lost on him, he hears you loud and clear.

“i’ve never done ‘this’ before,” he blurts out, embarrassed by his lack of cleverness when compared to your confession only moments prior.

it is the truth though; something he prides himself on being to others — truthful. although it’s up for debate how forthcoming he is with himself.

he had, however, every intention of taking you back to your place wherever that may be. but as the distinct floral scent indicating the arrival of your heat enveloped the confines of his car, he had to make a decision that was for the best of both of you. driving while approaching his heat was no better than driving while intoxicated; thus, the choice was clear.

“i can teach you,” comes your response, sounding as though it took a great deal of effort to say whilst pushing yourself up into a seated position, unintentionally bumping your forehead against his in the process.

“it’s so warm,” you both groan in unison as you pull away from each other, removing all articles of clothing deemed ‘unnecessary’ which truthfully rendered you both nude.

your state of undress mattered not, though, as nanami promptly leaned to the side, rummaging in the upper drawer of his nightstand for a moment before retrieving a lubricant specifically designed for rabbit hybrids (a gift he’d received from the ocean–eyed freak) and handing it over to you.

which you happily accept, coating both your own and his fingers in a considerable amount of lubricant before leaning against the headboard and spreading your legs.

you carefully guide his palm between your legs, gently nudging the tight ring of muscle with one of his fingers.

“i haven’t done this in a — fuck fuck fuck, your fingers are thick,” you hiccup, your breath catching in your throat as you rapidly descend into a string of curses as his finger breaches your entrance. the sudden intrusion hurts, but in the midst of your heat, it’s enough to send you over the edge, your toes curling as ropes of cum erupt from the head of your cock.

and there’s that bad taste in nanami’s mouth again, clinging to his bones and invading his muddled thoughts: ‘you just have to be perfect, don’t you?’ but with it comes the realization that he’s the reason why you’re like this and it fills him with an odd sense of satisfaction.

determination renewed, and perhaps in tandem with his desire to experience such relief, he cautiously adds another thick finger whilst you come down from your high.

“is penetration all it takes to send you over the edge, little rabbit?” he questions, curling his fingers towards what he presumes is your prostate, and you can’t help but whimper.

it’s strangely degrading when you think about it; nanami, a rabbit, a prey animal like yourself taking on a dominant role. a role that isn’t in his nature thus his tone remains mild–mannered whilst his words and actions, while cautious, are the exact opposite. 

 another finger is added — the total amounting to three now. you’re stretched around three of his thick fingers as he memorizes the layout of your insides, curling his fingers in such a way that he grazes your prostate with precision.

instead of teaching him, you’re rendered speechless as he maintains a steady pace with his fingers. the sound of your gasps, moans, and whimpers creating a symphony in the otherwise silent studio.

by the time he retracts his fingers for the final time, you’ve already climaxed two more times, your cum splattered across your bare abdomen.

“you’re so easy, little rabbit,” he whispers as his lips ghost yours before fully enveloping them in a heated exchange of saliva. there’s no real heat behind his words but you shudder nevertheless.

when nanami pulls away from your lips, it’s solely because you both need air. a string of saliva, however, remains connected to both of your lips, a testament to the heated kiss.

as you both catch your breath, you take it upon yourself to reposition yourself so that you’re on all fours, gleefully presenting yourself to nanami who obliges you.

your thighs tremble in silent anticipation of what’s to come, your loosened ring of muscle winking invitingly. but it’s not his cock — no, when the wet muscle breaches your entrance you squeal, almost losing your balance had nanami’s hands not been on your hips.

it’s a strange sensation — his tongue in your ass, his warm breath wafting across your most sensitive region. but you slowly adjust as he ravages you, lapping at your puckered entrance as you subconsciously clench and unclench.

and in a matter of minutes, you’re climaxing once more, the muscles in your pelvis twitching convulsively as your erect cock spurts ropes of cum onto the sheet beneath you. 

nanami pulls away from your ass with a ‘pop’, aligning himself with your entrance before easing into you and savouring every spasm of your gummy walls. he doesn’t move until he’s buried to the hilt, angling his hips as he thrusts into you with a steady pace, his balls colliding with your sensitive skin.

you’re overwhelmed by a sense of euphoria, having experienced multiple orgasms. so much so that salty tears roll down your cheeks as you feel nanami throb inside of you, the angry tip of his cock bullying your prostate relentlessly.

he truly is brutal, desperately chasing his high as one of his hands wanders up to your chest, taking your nipple between his thumb and index finger and teasing it.

nanami’s thoroughly bullying you but you can’t even protest, ‘uh–uh–uhs’ tumble past your lips in rapid succession along with the overwhelming urge to please him rearing its head.

thus, you endure his assault on your body until you fall limp on his mattress in a puddle of your cum as his leaks out of your entrance, some cascading down your inner thighs.

you’re still asleep when nanami wakes up the next morning, golden rays filtering into his apartment through the blinds. and he takes it upon himself to wipe your unconscious body with a damp towel from head to toe before taking a shower and heading into the kitchen.

a sense of dread settles in the pit of his stomach as he ponders the various directions the conversation the two of you are bound to have may go. but with it comes a new perspective.

[malereadermaniac]

Drinking games ~ Your Crush x Male Reader

Some cute sfw shit with your 'straight' male crush who has a secret soft spot for you word count: 1.3k m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

The few private moments you had shared with (Y/c) were sweet, even romantic at a push if you sprinkle in some 'delusion'

The man would chat to you, seemingly remembering most details you had shared with him in previous conversations, his (e/c) eyes looking over your features gently as he throws in some jokey flirts; his charisma through the roof, his hand's in his pockets and a smirk on his face as he calls you cute or funny

Moments like those almost, just almost make you forget that (y/c) is in fact a straight man, very much heterosexual

(Y/c) is quite popular, and damn is he very different around his friends than when he's has a very rare moment alone with you

When with his friends, the (h/c) barely spares you a glance, acting all nonchalant around his friends and replying with a 'sup' after you say hi to him - his friends teasing him about his 'friendship with you'

But again, when the two of you have a brief moment alone things are different

The slightly (taller/shorter) man will subconsciously go out of his way to text you or to see you by using almost every excuse under the sun; he needs help with an assignment? Of course you'll help, he missed a lecture? You make time to tutor him!

But either way, you knew that you attempts at 'flirting' and your heart rate increasing anytime you saw (Y/c) was realistically futile - the man was straight, and he barely tolerated you too

When you thought about it, the (h/c)'s friends make fun of him for talking to you, and he only really hangs out with you to get shit out of it; you two weren't actually even friends

Or so that's what you thought...

It came as a real shock when you got a text at 6pm on a random Saturday from (Y/c) who was inviting you to a party he was hosting

Not only were you surprised that he was hosting the party but also that you were invited

"I thought you hated hosting? lmao" you reply almost instantly, good god get some self-respect bro

"I do"

"I want you there to make it more tolerable"

The way blood rushed to your face faster than ever before, my lord

"I suppose i can clear my very busy schedule for you 🙄 "

And that's how you ended up at your first ever party! Well, at least a huge house party, unlike the small functions you had gone to with friends

After being greeted with many drunk people, made nicer by the alcohol in their system, you aimed to make your way to (Y/c); that was until you got dragged away by a group of people greeting you and inviting you to drink

It was surprisingly chill, you were enjoying yourself in the kitchen as you sat on a counter-top, drink in hand as you chatted with the other people you were with - laughing and gossiping

Eventually, word made its way to (Y/c) that you had turned up, and immediately the man made his way towards his kitchen

He couldn't explain why his heart dropped when he saw you talking and laughing with other guys, but it did, and he made his way towards you with a face like stone, aiming to hide his emotions

"(Y/c)! I found youuu!" you chuckle out endearingly, clearly a little tipsy already

"Hey, was lookin' for you... Looks like you made yourself at home" The man teased, his body quite close to yours, the counter-top bringing you to his height

You mumble an 'oh shit, sorry' as you jump down from the food surface, you body pushing against (Y/c)'s as you do so

"Nah it's fine, enjoy yourself.... wanna come hangout with my friends? They're becoming unbearable" The handsome man chuckles, looking exhausted by his drunk friends

You, of course, agree and make your may towards his group of friends in the (h/c)'s living room

Even when drunk, (Y/c)'s friends teased him about having you around, but shockingly, once the (taller/shorter) man saw you expression sour, he told his mates to 'fuck off' - well that made your heart skip a couple of beats!

After hanging out with your handsome crush for an hour or so, more and more people joined the group, people drinking more and more - even (Y/c) feeling comfortable enough to drink with you around

However, a situation arose when someone suggested a game of 'spin the bottle' with a truth or dare twist...

Of course everyone agreed, the alcohol in their system making them much more excitable than usual, and if the activity didn't involve anything getting broke, (Y/c) was cool with it

After a couple of rounds of people being dared to kiss other, secrets being revealed and gross 'would you rather' questions, you were getting progressively more drunk - having opted out of back flipping off of the couch and revealing your fat crush on (Y/c) just to name a few scenarios

(Y/c) was a little worried for you, seeing how drunk you were getting was making him feel overprotective of you - but man did you also look fucking cute!

Your cheeks flushed and your eyes droopy from the liquor, leaning up against him with you warm body as you chuckle for no reason from time to time

Inevitably, the bottle had landed on you once more, causing you to sit up and give everyone a chuckle after whining loudly 'not againnnnnnn~'

But the crowd was definitely silenced when the spinner of the bottle dared you to kiss someone - specifically, some guy you were cozy-ing up with when you first arrived at (Y/c)'s

You chuckle lightly when you see the man blush, his desire for you to kiss him evident on his face - the man had been trying it on with you since you got here!

But as you struggle to get up, wobbling around from the drinking, (Y/c) had shocked everyone

You watch with a fat fuck-off blush on your face as (Y/c) stands up and grabs the bottle from the middle of the circle, downing the whole thing and saying with a nonchalant tone - 'what? he's too drunk to drink anymore'

This man just took a drink for you! HOW FUCKIN ROMANTIC IS THAT???

You hadn't noticed it, but the (h/c) man had drank a lot throughout the night, and he'd even taken that drink for you but seemed literally sober

(Y/c) must have a real high alcohol tolerance, the thought of the big, handsome man being able to handle his drink so well and even be willing to take a drink for you? You had fallen for him all over again then and there!

Some of the people in the circle boo and other hype (Y/c) up, to which he just chuckles and shakes his head as he slings an arm of yours over his shoulders and lifts you up with a hand around your waist

And after the difficult trip up three flights of stairs to the man's bedroom, he gently lays you down on his bed and brings you a bowl to throw up in

You two spend hours up in his room, talkin about many, many things - like his room being cool, you being cute drunk, him being handsome always, you feeling bad that he's missing the party, him professing that he'd rather spend his time with you, and your long conversation had ended with you professing your undying love to your two year ongoing crush

You blushed and slammed your hands against your mouth, shouting that you were dreaming and that 'this wasn't happening!', trying to trick yourself into thinking that the amused man would just forget about this in the morning

He didn't.

(Y/c) remembered every moment in vivid detail... and so did you

But what you didn't expect was for the man to in turn, the morning after, confess that he too had some affectionate, maybe even loving feelings towards you - and also that he was extremely impressed that you didn't even throw up after drinking as much as you did!

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Oh fuck, only three months into Backbreaker Challenge and I cannot believe I'm doing this..... My family knows I'm a streamer and I've been looking to increase my audience. So they convinced me to do this. I'm so screwed, aren't I? It sounded innocent, kind of fun. Plus, definitely like a good way to increase my popularity. I just have to take a two year supply of this ultra potent breast growth drug from South Korea, like the kind they give to idols and girl groups over there..... Grow a big, fat pair of titties for my fans and have my family encourage me along the way? Win-win.

Then I made the mistake of actually looking up the challenge. Soooo apparently all those popstars just take a tiny dose over years to maintain steady growth up to like a MM-Cup at the height of their career. If you take the pills like this, the way they were tested on girls in a bunch of clinical trials.... well, you end up totally immobilized by your boobs. Like, I'm just a streamer who plays games so if I'm stuck in bed with a massive pair of boobs I can't even lift, fine. It's whatever. But part of this challenge is trying to remain active, film yourself trying to exercise, dance, go to the gym, all while growing these massive boobs that weigh over 100lbs and not resign yourself to being bedbound. Look at how huge mine are! I was only a B-Cup three months ago. These things are like udders already, soooo heavy and starting to lactate, even....

How am I going to stay mobile for two years??? Well, apparently that's all part of the challenge. I commented on some vids and they recommended I learn to game and stream using eye-based software in case my poor back gives out, because apparently it's very possible I might wind up doing exactly as the challenge says. I could break my back! Wind up paralyzed.... It's happened to more than a few girls who did this. Then I'd be stuck in bed, my parents taking care of me. I wouldn't be able to feel anything..... I'd be surrounded by these gigantic breasts, but I wouldn't feel a single inch of them, or my own pussy..... I could only watch if somebody had their way with my sexy body. Look them in the eyes as they go to town, like a kid at a playground, fucking my giant boobs, my pussy, using me however they like. They could be as rough as they want, since I couldn't feel any of it anyway...... Actually, is it weird that I think it sounds kinda fun? Maybe I should take a little extra and stress out my poor back faster. Could you imagine watching me stream naked, propped up by my parents, posed like a doll, my mammoth tits bulging out in every direction all around me, weighing 200lbs each..... I chat with you guys and play just using my eyes, totally helpless. Maybe my biggest donors could even come visit me and have their way with my poor, helpless body as I play..... does that sound fun?"

[silken-moonlight]

The wild hunt, Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Astarion×F!Tav× Halsin

A/N: Thank you all for the love the first part recieved! It really means a lot to me💗 I hope you enjoy the second part. I will do a third one with the aftercare that will be very fluffy and cute

Astarion obeyed, with a lot of whining and pouting. But he did.

“You will watch, you will not touch yourself.” Halsin orders while grabbing the vampire's chin, making him look up at him. Astarion nodded, his gaze already fixed on Halsins beautiful large cock. And even if Astarion didn’t need to breathe, he took a very deep breath and his lips parted. “Repeat what I said.” Halsin demanded, Astarion ripped his gaze from his lover's hard thick cock and locked eyes with Halsin: “I will watch, I will not touch myself.” The vampire repeated. Halsin let his thumb wander over Astarions lower lip, he looked so delectable like this. His eyes glossy, his white curls disheveled and his lips parted in anticipation: “Good, very good.” Before letting go

The wood elf stepped back, his gaze finding Tav’s. There was something dangerous in Halsins gaze, something lustful. It made Tav’s heart pound so much faster. He walked around her, towering over her with his height. Leaving her waiting for him to do something. Tav could feel her wetness getting more, the heat in her body increasing. She felt him behind her, his large hands grabbing her breasts, twisting her nipples and stroking them. Tav moaned quietly, her ass rubbing against Halsins hard length. His mouth found her neck and shoulder, placing kisses there and running his nose up her neck. “You smell so good.” He whispered into her ear as she closed her eyes. “I do?” She asked, a little surprised, she had been sweating and running for at least an hour. “Yes, little love…” He whispered back. “So good…” Tav let out a little whimper, while Halsin continued to massage her breasts. Out of the blue she felt his kisses turning into little love bites on her neck, she whined more, wanting more, craving more, needing more…But Halsin had won, he could take as much time as she wanted. This was his night.

Her gaze locked with Astarions, his chest rose and fell, he was inhaling the air,he was hard too, his cock just as beautiful as Halsins. Usually he was the one to bite her, leaving hickeys and marks. Tav could see it in his eyes that he wanted to do the same thing as Halsin did, he didn’t want to be left out. She was ripped out of her thoughts when Halsins hand delved between her legs, beginning to rub her clit. She leaned her head back, Halsin holding her close to his body. Attacking her neck with his lips and teeth. Just when she was about to cum, he stopped. Tav whined: “Please…” But Halsin stayed firm, his lovers knew he absolutely enjoyed this rare instance of absolute control and submission by the two. “Not yet, don’t worry, you’ll cum plenty.” He promised her with a grin. Halsin sat down, pulling her onto his lap, his cock rubbing against her lower back. He held her legs open with his, as he began anew.

“Look at Astarion.” Halsin ordered and Tav obeyed. Astarion looked at the two, his eyes fixed on Tav's leaking pussy. “Do you see how wet she is Astarion? How sensitive her clit is?” The vampire nodded, while Tv blushed. Being so exposed, so talked about was new to her and it aroused her only more. Halsins fingers dipped inside her again. “By the oakfather…look how easy she takes my fingers, she is so wet…How she clenches around my fingers.” Halsin teased on. By now Astarion shifted around, eager to join. While Tav had trouble breathing because of how good his fingers felt, Halsin asked: “Do you want to taste her, little brat?” Astarion nodded, wanting to get up to join them. “Ask me nicely.” Halsin demanded, which made Astarion scoff: “Dream on. "I won't beg,.” Halsin seemed to have awaited such a kind of response. “Well then you only will watch while I devour our little prey.” Astarion pouted immediately. “Let him join please…” Tav begged instead of Astarion. Halsin chuckled.” Such a good girl you are, but now. My little bat needs some manners.” Astarion scoffed, offended again: “I am not a bat!” But he was immediately distracted by the fact that Tav was coming all over Halsins fingers. Astarion watched her shiver from her orgasm. He wanted to join…and that really badly.

“Such a good girl.” Halsin praised her. He took his fingers out, just when he was about to lick his own fingers, Astarion pleaded: “Please…” It was quiet, Tav almost didn’t hear it. Halsin definitely did. His gaze softened as Astarion looked at him with big puppy eyes. “Alright, come here.” He told the vampire who immediately was next to Halsin and licked his fingers clean. Tav looked at the sight, immediately growing aroused again. “Kiss her, make her taste herself,” Halsin ordered and the two obeyed. Kissing each other, deeply and with tongue. Tav tasted herself as Astarions tongue devoured her mouth. Halsins hands were busying themselves with rubbing Tavs clit and stroking Astarions cock. They moaned in each other's mouth as Halsin drank in their reaction. Precum was slowly dribbling down his cock. He lifted Tav up, sinking her down on his cock. Astarion watched as Halsin took Tave like this, lifting her up like she was nothing. Tav moaned, holding onto Astarion as she was lowered down on Halsins thick cock. Halsin closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of her hot pussy clenching around him, a groan leaving his lips. They stayed like this for a moment before Halsin lifted her up again and lowered her down. Fucking her like this. Tav whimpered and whined, getting fucked like this was feeling soo good. Far too good, he reached so deep inside her. Astarion grinned as Halsin took her like that, his hands wandered to her tis, pinching her nipples which made her gasp and hold more onto Halsin. For a moment Halsin enjoyed taking her like this before he stopped, edging himself to make this all last longer.

“Stroke yourself Astarion, I want to see you leak.” He ordered, immediately Astarion obeyed, skillfully pumping his cock. Tipping back his head and moaning like it was a form of art. Tav wanted nothing more than to kiss his neck, hold onto his silver curls and be the one to make him moan like that. It only took a moment for some precum to dribble down Astarions length.

Halsin stood up, ordering for Astarion to do the same. Once again he lifted Tav up, ordering Astarion to line his cock up at her pussy while Halsins tip pressed against her puckered hole. Using her wetness as lube. They only once fucked her like this, making her unable to sit and walk properly for the next day. “Ready to be devoured?” Halsin asked Tav, who nodded. “Please I need to be filled…” Astarion grinned: “You will not be filled, but devoured by us, little prey.” He whispered, using the same nickname for her as Halsin did. With that Halsin lowered her, both cocks entering her at the same time making her see stars. She came simply from that, the double penetration mixed with ehr arousal made her mad. There was a moment of them not moving. All three of them are moaning or groaning. Halsin groweld into her ear: “You take us so good.” His gaze found Astarion and he told him. “Fuck her like you talk little brat.” Before leaning forward, he tonguefucked Astarions mouth. The vampire gasped, surprised by the whole boldness of his tall partner and enjoyed being dominated in such a gentle manner. While they made out they began thrusting upward. Tav whimpered, she was smaller than the two of them and Halsin had to hold her up, her feet were not reaching the ground. Astarions hands joined Halsins at her hips as they parted, now properly fucking her. Making it a competition to make her moan. The lew sounds of her wet pussy, the moans and pants filled the grove. “P…please! I am coming again…” Tav whimpered, holding onto them as they fucked her through her orgasm. “Good girl…” Astarion praised her, a sheen of sweet coating him. This view was heavenly. hIs two partners looked so good in the moonlight.

When Tav came, Astarion was very close too, just like Halsin. Her body milked their two cocks, making them pant. They both only needed a couple more thrusts before moaning loudly and cumming inside Tav. They stayed in this position for a moment. Catching their breaths. Cum was leaking out of Tav already, being overfilled and fucked out of her mind.

Tav leaned forward, kissing Astarion softly before leaning back and doing the same with Halsin. The three of them were exhausted. They parted carefully from each other. Tav legs gave out as soon as her feet met the ground. “Somebody is fucked out of there mind.” Astarion remarked and made Tav smile at him, he caught her,carrying her to Halsin as the three of them laid down in the warm grass. Taking Astarion in the middle as both cuddled into the vampire, sharing their body warmth with him and calming their minds and bodies before returning to the camp…

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Dazai's eyes darkened with desire and amusement as he leans in to kiss your lips softly, his hands roaming up and down your back. "Mmm, worshiping you sounds like a delightful endeavor, my dear. Consider me at your service." Dazai stands up, carrying you effortlessly in his arms as he walks towards a nearby couch. He gently lays you down, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mixture of anticipation and hunger. "Allow me to explore every inch of your body, to uncover your deepest desires and fulfill them," his lips quirked up to a devilishy handsome smile. You lifted your hips up slightly, montioning for him to pull down your pants, "please, 'samu.. "

Dazai smirks, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your pants and sliding it down along with your damp underwear, revealing your bare, eager form. "Ah, such a tantalizing sight. You truly are a vision, my dear. Now, let me indulge in your sweetness." Dazai leans down, his lips hovering just above your inner thighs, his breath warm against your skin. With a teasing smile, he gently plants kisses along your thigh, inching closer to your center with each delicate touch. You sigh in content, bucking your hips up to take more of his touch, "more, please d-don't tease, baby~" you slurred, gently tugging on his brunette roots.

Dazai's breath hitches at your touch on his hair, a low moan escaping his lips. He gives in to your plea, his tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing trail up your folds, savoring the taste of your arousal. "Mmm, how delicious you taste, my sweet belladonna. I'll give you just what you're begging for, darling."

Dazai's lips close around your clit, sucking and flicking it with just the right amount of pressure, his tongue lapping at your sensitive bud with expertise. He uses his free hand to tease and knead your breasts, alternating between gentle caresses and firm squeezes, his fingers finding your hardened nipples. "a-ah, 'samu..feels so good.." You moaned, head tipping back against the couch. Dazai hums against your clit, his mouth continuing its delicious assault as he increases the intensity of his movements. His tongue slides between your folds, exploring every inch of your wetness, his fingers circling and teasing your entrance.

"I'm glad to hear that, my dear. I told you I would worship you, didn't I? Just relax and let me take you to new heights of pleasure," his voice was smooth like honey, making you shiver in need.

Dazai increased the pace, his tongue swirling around your clit while his fingers slip inside you, curling and thrusting to hit all the right spots. He lavishes attention to your every moan and gasp, knowing exactly how to push you closer to the edge. You threw your head back in pleasure, bottom lip tucked under your teeth as you grind your pussy further into his mouth, cunt practically drooling for him.

Dazai's eyes gleam with desire as he continues to devour you, his tongue flicking and swirling with precision, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster inside you. He matches the rhythm of your hips, intensifying the pleasure with every movement. "Yes, that's it, my dear. Give in to the pleasure, let it consume you. I want to taste every drop of your desire."

His mouth and fingers work in perfect harmony, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, signaling your impending release. "g'nna- gonna cum!" You squealed, pulling on dazai's brown locks as you gushed all over this pretty face.

Dazai groans against your sensitive flesh, his mouth latching onto your clit as your orgasm washes over you. He eagerly drinks in your sweet release, his fingers continuing to pump inside you to prolong your pleasure.

He continues to suck and lick, prolonging your pleasure until your body finally relaxes, spent from the intensity of your climax. He releases a satisfied sigh, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your inner thighs before locking eyes with you, "Ready to go again?"

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[riririnnnn]

MDNI OR LORD FARQUAAD WILL STEAL YOUR HEIGHT.

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In. Out.

In. Out.

In. Out.

His cock has been pouding inside you for who knows how long.

With your face squashed against the wall while his chest pressed against your back, your nails have been clawing and nearly peeling off the paint from the wall that you both had painted together in a mixture of your favourite colours.

But he wasn't showing any signs of stopping.

How it turned out to be like this? You got no idea..

"You really love to test me out, don't you?" He grunted against your ear.

..or maybe, you just didn't want to admit it.

"All I fucking asked."

Thrust.

"Was some peace."

Thrust.

"I said it fucking directly."

Thrust.

"Are you that dumb to not understand?"

Thrust.

"B-But—" You tried to protest, but he cut you off, "But what, huh? But what?"

You mewled instead when his hand pressed on your lower belly.

"I fucking asked something. I want an answer," he warned in a low tone, but you were too fucked out of your mind to form a proper sentence.

"And here I thought my girl was smart," he scoffed. "Dumb bitch."

Your warm, wet walls tightened around his cock immediately, and he chuckled mockingly, "She seems to agree with me."

"I'm not—" You were cut off again, "Huh? What did you say?" His hand slipped down to take hold of your swollen, sensitive clit between his fingers, which was beyond overstimulated at this point.

"Are you saying that I'm wrong, hm? Is that what you want to say?"

He pinched your sensitive nub and you cried in pain; everything felt so sore.

"Then say it."

He increased his pace.

"Say it."

Each thrust was making your already abused nipples rub harshly against the wall.

"Say I'm not dumb."

The whole room filled with the wet noise of skin slapping against eachother.

"Say it."

You could feel another climax creeping up on you.

"Say I'm not a dumb bitch."

Your body couldn't handle another orgasm, you knew it.

"Say I'm a good girl."

Your legs quivered, but he didn't allow you to rest as his pounding remained strong and powerful, if not any faster.

"GODDAMMIT SAY IT!"

Itoshi Sae; Aiku Oliver; Shidou Ryusei.

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I tried, okay? This is like only my second time writing anything NSFW (if we ignore the one in my draft). This was actually longer with a plot, but I still feel too embarrassed to write Cock and Pussy. Bruh, it's stupid, I know.

[muiitoloko]

Co-stars

Summary: You find yourself sandwiched between your two co-stars, both figuratively and literally.

Warnings: Obscenity.

Pairing: Alan Rickman × fem!Reader × Colin Firth

Author's Notes: This is just fiction, no harm intended.

Alan Rickman leaned back against the plush pillows of their bed, his eyes hooded with desire as you eagerly took him into your mouth.

"God, you're incredible," Alan murmured huskily, his baritone voice thick with desire as he tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your movements with increasing urgency. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?"

You moaned softly around him, your eyes sparkling with arousal as you eagerly bobbed your head up and down, your tongue swirling around his length with practiced skill. You couldn't get enough of him, couldn't resist the intoxicating taste and feel of him filling your mouth.

Meanwhile, Colin Firth knelt beside them, his gaze fixed on your flushed face as you pleasured Alan with single-minded focus. He couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at the sight, his gentlemanly demeanor remaining intact as he watched you with hungry eyes.

"Alan, her mouth feels amazing," Colin replied with a grin, his voice laced with admiration as he reached out to stroke your cheek. "But you should feel how tight she is. It's like heaven."

Alan's heart raced with excitement at Colin's words, his desire surging to new heights at the thought of your tightness enveloping him. With a playful smirk, he reached out to caress your cheek, his fingers trailing down your neck to where you were still eagerly sucking him.

"Mmm, I can imagine," Alan replied huskily, his voice thick with desire as he watched you with hungry eyes. "But I think I'll let you enjoy that for now, Firth. I'm quite content where I am."

Colin wasted no time, his own desire burning hot and fierce as he positioned himself between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips with a primal urgency. With a low growl of desire, he pressed himself against you, his hard length sliding effortlessly into your wetness.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your eyes widening in surprise as you felt Colin filling you completely. He was bigger than Alan, and you weren't used to him yet, the sensation of him stretching you to your limits sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

Alan watched with hungry eyes as you moaned at the sensation, your body arching against Colin's with a fervor that left him breathless. He felt a surge of desire coursing through him, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights as he watched the person he loved being pleasured by another man.

With a playful smirk, Alan reached out and gently stroked your cheek, his touch filled with warmth and affection. "Enjoying yourself?" he murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire as he watched you with hungry eyes.

You nodded eagerly, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure of Colin's touch. "Yes," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "It feels so good... he's so big..."

Alan grinned at your response, his own arousal spiking at the thought of you being filled by Colin's impressive length. With a surge of excitement, he reached out and trailed his fingers down your neck, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

Meanwhile, Colin continued to thrust into you with a relentless urgency, his movements growing faster and more intense with each passing moment. He was lost in the heat of the moment, his desire driving him to new heights of passion and intensity as he claimed you as his own.

As you moaned and writhed beneath him, Alan couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights as he watched you surrender yourself to the pleasure of Colin's touch. With each thrust, he felt himself growing closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as he prepared to join you both in ecstasy.

And then, just as Alan reached the brink of release, he felt your hand wrap around his length, your touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. With a primal roar, he gave himself over to the pleasure, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave as he poured himself into your waiting mouth.

As Colin soon climaxed too, he took care to withdraw, his release painting your flushed skin with evidence of your passionate encounter. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned back on the bed, panting heavily as he looked at the mess you had made.

Meanwhile, you lay there, your chest rising and falling with each breath as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. A contented smile graced your lips as you glanced between Alan and Colin, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Well, that was certainly an experience," you remarked playfully, your voice tinged with satisfaction. "I must say, the three of us make quite the team, don't you think?"

Alan chuckled softly, his body relaxed and sated as he lounged on the hotel bed. "Indeed," he replied, his voice warm with affection. "Perhaps we should consider making more films together in the future."

Colin returned from the bathroom with a damp towel in hand, his gentlemanly demeanor evident as he approached you with care. "Let me clean you up, love," he said tenderly, his eyes soft with adoration as he gently wiped away the evidence of your passion.

You smiled gratefully at him, your heart swelling with affection for the two men who had brought you so much pleasure. As Colin tended to you with gentle hands, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you, a feeling of belonging in the arms of the two men who were your co-stars.

Alan smoothly stuffed himself back into his pants, his demeanor relaxed as he reclined against the plush pillows of the bed. Colin, with his characteristic gentleness, came to lie beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as the three of you settled in for a cozy chat.

As you nestled between them, feeling the warmth of their bodies against yours, you couldn't help but remark, "This is quite fun, isn't it? I mean, do you two like... this?"

Alan, his voice still tinged with the remnants of desire, chuckled softly. "Always," he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced between you and Colin.

As Colin confirmed his enjoyment with a gentle nod and a warm smile, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. Knowing that both of your co-stars were pleased filled you with a sense of satisfaction, easing any lingering doubts you may have had.

But then, as you lay there nestled between them, a thought suddenly struck you like a bolt of lightning. You sat up abruptly, turning to look at Alan with wide eyes filled with realization.

"Wait a minute," you exclaimed, your voice tinged with incredulity. "Did you just quote Severus Snape to us?"

Alan chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at you. "Perhaps I did," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "But can you blame me? After all, who better to channel in a moment of... shall we say, intensity?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his response, the absurdity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. Here you were, lying in bed with two of the most esteemed actors of your generation, discussing the finer points of quoting fictional characters during moments of passion.

Colin, ever the gentleman, simply shook his head in amusement, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, I must say, Alan," he remarked with a chuckle, "you certainly know how to set the mood."

Alan grinned at Colin's comment, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in closer to you. "Shall we continue the performance, then?" he murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

You glanced between Alan and Colin, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through you at the prospect of what was to come. With a playful smirk, you nodded eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation as you prepared for the next act in this delightful little drama.

As the trio settled into their second round of passion, Alan's attention turned to exploring your eager flesh with his skilled tongue. With a wicked grin, he leaned in closer, his baritone voice dripping with desire as he murmured huskily, "Shall we explore a different angle, my dear?"

You shivered with anticipation, your heart racing as you nodded eagerly in response. Colin, ever the gentleman, watched with hungry eyes as Alan positioned himself between your thighs, his skilled hands caressing your skin with practiced ease.

With a slow, teasing motion, Alan lowered his head, his warm breath sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you as he began to explore your delicate folds with his tongue. You moaned softly at the sensation, your hands tangling in his hair as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure of his touch.

Meanwhile, Colin moved to kneel beside you, his gentle hands roaming over your flushed skin with a tender reverence. With a soft sigh, he leaned in closer, his lips trailing feather-light kisses along your neck as he whispered words of encouragement and praise.

Alan, his own desire burning hot and fierce, delved deeper into your wetness with each passing moment, his tongue swirling and flicking with expert precision. You gasped at the sensation, your body arching against him as waves of pleasure crashed over you in delicious waves.

Colin, ever attuned to your needs, reached out to caress your cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring as he whispered words of comfort and adoration. "You're doing so well, love," he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Just relax and enjoy the moment."

With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a fever pitch as you surrendered yourself to the ecstasy of the moment. Alan, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights, redoubled his efforts, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into your wetness with each passing moment.

And then, just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of release, Alan shifted his focus, his lips closing around your sensitive clit with a tantalizing suction. You cried out in ecstasy, your body convulsing with pleasure as waves of sensation washed over you in a dizzying torrent.

Colin, ever the attentive lover, moved to support you as you rode out the waves of pleasure, his arms wrapping around you with a tender embrace. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a crescendo of ecstasy as you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure of the moment.

As the trio basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, a sense of contentment washed over them like a warm blanket, enveloping them in a cocoon of love and affection. With gentle hands and tender kisses, they tended to each other's needs, their hearts overflowing with gratitude and adoration for the bond they shared.

As you came down from your high, Colin smoothly took Alan's place, his demeanor remaining gentle and attentive as he settled between your thighs. With a tender smile, he leaned in closer, his lips trailing feather-light kisses along your heated skin as he prepared to continue where Alan left off.

Meanwhile, Alan watched with hungry eyes, his arousal reignited at the sight of Colin pleasuring you with such care and devotion. With a low growl of desire, he reached out to fondle your breasts, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as you eagerly surrendered yourself to the pleasure of his touch.

Colin, ever the attentive lover, wasted no time in exploring your eager flesh with his skilled tongue, his movements slow and deliberate as he teased and tantalized you with expert precision. You moaned softly at the sensation, your body arching against him as waves of pleasure crashed over you in delicious waves.

Alan, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights, couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your sensitive skin as he watched you with hungry eyes. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a fever pitch as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

As Colin felt you nearing the edge, he gently withdrew from his position, a desire evident in his eyes as he looked at you with a silent question. You nodded eagerly, your own desire mirrored in your gaze as you shifted to straddle him, your hands roaming over his chest with a hungry urgency.

Colin, ever the gentleman, allowed you to take control, his hands settling on your hips with a gentle reassurance as you positioned yourself above him. With a playful smirk, you lowered yourself onto his waiting length, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him filling you completely.

Meanwhile, Alan reclined in an armchair nearby, his eyes fixed on the two of you with a hungry intensity as he watched you with rapt attention. With a low growl of desire, he reached down to open his pants, his hand wrapping around his length with a practiced ease as he began to stroke himself with increasing urgency.

As you rode Colin with a fervor that left him breathless, Alan's arousal surged to new heights, his own desire reaching dizzying heights as he watched you with hungry eyes. With each thrust, he felt himself growing closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as he prepared to join you both in ecstasy.

With a playful smirk, you looked at Alan. "Enjoying the show?" you asked, your voice thick with desire as you continued to ride Colin with increasing urgency.

Alan nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched you with rapt attention. "Immensely," he replied huskily, his voice thick with desire as he continued to stroke himself with increasing urgency. "But I must admit, I much prefer being a part of the action."

"Don't worry, darling," you murmured huskily, your voice thick with desire. "You'll have your turn soon enough."

Alan grinned at your words, his arousal spiking at the thought of joining you both in ecstasy. With a playful wink, he settled back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the sight of you riding Colin with increasing fervor.

As you continued to ride Colin with single-minded focus, Alan's arousal reached a fever pitch, his own release imminent as he watched you with hungry eyes.

As you reached your third orgasm, your body writhing with ecstasy, Colin couldn't resist joining you in the throes of passion. With a primal growl of desire, he surged forward, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave as he poured himself into your waiting body.

Meanwhile, Alan watched with hungry eyes, his arousal reaching dizzying heights at the sight of you both lost in pleasure. With a low growl of desire, he rose from his chair, his movements swift and purposeful as he crossed the room to where you lay.

With practiced ease, he scooped you up in his arms, his touch gentle yet firm as he carried you to the bed. With a playful smirk, he positioned you so that your legs hung off the side, giving him easy access to your eager flesh.

As he hovered over you, his baritone voice dripping with desire, he murmured huskily, "Now, my dear, it's my turn to show you what I can do." With that, he lowered himself onto you, his hard length sliding effortlessly into your wetness as he claimed you as his own.

Meanwhile, Colin took a moment to recover from his orgasmic haze, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he relaxed into the afterglow of his release. But even in his post-coital bliss, he remembered to caution Alan, his gentle nature evident in his concern for your well-being.

"Easy on her, Alan," Colin warned gently, his voice tinged with concern. "She may be overstimulated."

But Alan, ever the confident lover, growled in response, his desire burning hot and fierce as he pressed himself against you with increasing urgency. "Don't tell me how to treat a woman, Firth," he replied huskily, his voice thick with desire. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

With that, Alan surrendered himself completely to the pleasure of the moment, his movements becoming more frenzied and intense with each passing moment.

As you clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure, Alan held you close, his arms wrapping around you with a tender embrace. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a crescendo of ecstasy as you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure of his touch.

"Come for me, my dear," Alan murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire as he urged you on. "Cum for me, let go and surrender to the pleasure. I want to feel you shiver and shake in my arms."

But you shook your head, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as you gasped for breath. "I-I can't, Al," you whimpered, your voice trembling with emotion. "It's too much, it's too intense..."

Alan, ever the understanding lover, brushed away your tears with gentle fingers, his touch soothing and reassuring as he whispered words of encouragement and praise. "You can do it, my love," he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I believe in you. Just let go and surrender to the pleasure."

With a shaky breath, you nodded in response, your heart pounding in your chest as you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure of the moment. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a fever pitch as you teetered on the brink of release.

And then, just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, a wave of pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, sending you spiraling into the depths of ecstasy. With a cry of pleasure, you came undone in Alan's arms, your body convulsing with pleasure as waves of sensation washed over you in a dizzying torrent.

Alan, his own release imminent, surged forward with a primal roar of desire, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave as he poured himself into you with reckless abandon. As his seed spilled into your waiting body, he stayed for a moment on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

With a tender smile, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring as he murmured words of praise and adoration. "You were incredible, my dear," he whispered softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm so proud of you."

As you lay there in his arms, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. With a grateful sigh, you nestled closer to him, feeling safe and cherished in the arms of this man.

Meanwhile, Colin watched with a fond smile, his heart swelling with affection as he witnessed the moment shared between you and Alan. With a gentle sigh, he settled back against the pillows, content to bask in the warmth of your love as the three of you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

[onemillionvolts]

18+. MDNI.

day one: bondage ~ scaramouche + f!reader

warnings: a little teasing

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oh, what a lovely sight you are for the balladeer. sprawled out on the bed, not an article of clothing on you, all tied up and exposed for him. your arms are bound behind your back, legs forcefully parted by your ankles, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed.

scaramouche can't help but admire you in this state, a product of his own doing, tying you up so perfectly—and he's ready to make use of it. you watch with burning desire in your eyes as he strokes his stiff cock in his hand, its tip oozing precum.

he steps forward, pressing the tip of his length to your glistening cunt. he lets out a scoff at your neediness as he pushes his cock past your entrance, all in one go, earning a shocked gasp from you.

"what? d'you expect me to take my time?" scara bites, the last three words coming out in a tone of sheer mockery. he wastes no time, hips rutting back and forth as he watches your body squirm, desperate to be released from your binds. alas, scaramouche has no intention of letting your limbs free, but he invites you to keep trying with a smirk.

"squirming so much," he grumbles, his thick cock stretching your walls with each forceful thrust. every rut of his hips makes you forget, if not only for a split second, that you're all tied up. your legs still struggle—only because you long to wrap them around your lover's waist, to pull him deeper into you, to have any sense of control over him.

but alas, you don't have control, and scara revels in that. he also basks in the sweet sounds you make, those that you try to hide by biting your cheek, but come flowing out anyways. "hmm, right there?" he coos after hitting a spot that elicits a particularly strong reaction from you. you frantically nod, and he proceeds to hammer in on that spot, as if it's his driving force.

you're still shifting your arms around behind your back, the discomfort numbed by scaramouche's length bullying your cunt, constantly rubbing against your sweet spot. your legs shake, sore from being held up in the air for so long. he only laughs in response, giving you a cocky "what, tired already?"

the quiver of your legs only increases as he continues to pump his cock in and out of your cunt, his thrusts deep enough to make you see stars. your orgasm is quickly sneaking up on you, moans gradually picking up in speed and intensity, perfectly aligning with scaramouche's unholy thrusts.

a flurry of words leave your lips at once, all indicating to the harbinger that you're already approaching your climax. "mmm, if that's the case, i guess 'm getting two from you, yeah?" he hums—so nonchalant, yet it sends a shiver down your spine.

your climax hits suddenly, cunt tightening around scara's cock as he fucks you through your release, now playing with your clit to bring you to new heights.

he gives you no break when you come down from your high, continuing to slam himself into you with no remorse. with his unoccupied hand, he slaps your thigh lightly. "tell me, d'you want me to untie you?" you nod, still hazy from your heavenly climax.

he snickers in response, and you swear you can feel him fuck into you faster. "too bad."

he keeps on stretching your sensitive walls with his cock, thumbing your clit as well. you squirm against him more, trying to untie your arms by yourself, to no avail.

"cum on my cock again and i'll think about untying you." he declares, now steadily approaching his own climax. he locks in on that sweet spot of yours again, working your body like only he knows how to.

he cums with a low growl, his hot seed painting your walls white—it's enough to send you past your own limit again, clamping down on his length with a shaky moan of his name.

he pulls out shortly after, grinning at the sight of his cum slowly flowing from your entrance.

"i think i'll keep you like this for a bit longer..."

[planetdream]

— 2:36 AM

this post contains; smut [threesome—jooheon + changkyun. jooheon ass man agenda. spit. and spitroasting] 958 words

💌 kinda wanna bring the timestamps back???

The tension in the air is almost as thick as the feeling of Jooheon’s cock. The stretch of it stings in the best way; digging deeply with every thrust he makes into you. Jooheon keeps his palms pressed flat against your ass, spreading you open to get a full view of his cock disappearing into your cunt. He fucks into you slowly as he watches intently, groaning at how your wetness coats his shaft, cunt gripping around him. 

Changkyun, on the other hand, is fucking with you rather than fucking you, like you want. He smirks down at you, on your hands and knees as Jooheon fucks into you. Changkyun keeps his middle and ring fingers in your mouth, not needing to thrust them further into your mouth because you’re already doing the work for him. Mouth wide open around his fingers, attempting to take them as far down your throat as possible. 

“Just like a mindless slut,” Changkyun gives a wholehearted laugh. “Choking on my fingers like it's my cock.” 

Jooheon pays him no mind, hips moving no faster than they already were, either. Thrusting into you all the way to the hilt and then back out completely, over and over. 

The stimulation, yet lack thereof, that the two are giving you rides the line of overstimulation. They’ve given you just enough to not tease too badly, but at the same time, they’ve enveloped you into a new height of unwavering lust. It’s the unpredictability of the two that really gets to you. At one point of the night, they had been relentless with you, taking turns making you cum on their tongues; then their fingers, and then on their cocks—deep, intense thrusts to really drive their need into you. Then suddenly the mood lightened and rather than competing, the two were sharing you; feather light touches and soft kisses followed by praise and the occasional laugh. 

Somewhere within the haze of the moment they positioned you here. Teasing you; giving you what you want yet none of it at all, like they’re playing with their prey. 

Changkyun slips his fingers from your mouth, leaving you with a pout. It’s not worn for long because very soon after, Jooheon gives you a particularly deep thrust. Instead of a slow pull out, he’s swift and shallow, snapping his hips back and forth to drive his cock into you. His speed increases with each thrust until he finds a steady rhythm. Jooheon’s hand tangles into your hair, pulling you back against his cock, having you meet the rhythm of his thrusts. 

You bask in what Jooheon gives you. Muttering a small thank you in appreciation of the feeling of his cock. Moans spilling from your mouth carelessly as your hand moves to your breast, nipple between two fingers. You end up putting a little more focus into meeting the rhythm of Jooheon’s thrusts. Jooheon lets go of your hair, leaning back just a bit to let you do your thing. He does keep a hand on your back, meeting your thrusts for deeper impact as you throw your ass back against his hips. 

“Perfect piece of ass.” Jooheon says, hand sharp against the flesh of your ass. 

Changkyun reappears from wherever he had been, cold fingers against your face. He leans in to kiss you, perfect lips pressed against yours. The kiss is hot, heavy, full of need and sloppily wet. Changkyun holds his hand on the back of your head, holding you in his possession. Jooheon picks up where you left off, fucking up into you. Your kiss with Changkyun breaks and for a brief moment a string of spit connects the two of you; you exhale a moan. 

Changkyun presses his thumb against your lips as he speaks. “Hope you’re ready to use this pretty mouth of yours.”

“If it’s for you, always,” You give him a wink and he smiles towards you. Jooheon’s thrusts falter for just a moment until you acknowledge him. “You too, honey.” 

Jooheon gives you another slap on your ass and a cute little giggle before fucking back into you. Changkyun’s hand rests atop your head once more, fingers curling into your hair; he pushes your head down towards his cock. The two take a moment to allow you to get more comfortable in your pursuit to take both of them. Jooheon palms against your ass, both hands massaging each cheek. Changkyun soothes you in a similar manner, massaging your scalp. 

Changkyun watches as you take his cock in your hand; his cock jumps slightly at the feeling of your touch—a slightly cool hand against his warm shaft. You spit down onto his tip, running your hand over to spread it around. It takes a couple more coats of spit before your hand glides around his cock with ease. Changkyun moans, tilting his head back, nearly breathless at the feeling of your hand twisting up and down his cock. 

Your hand holds his cock at the base. Slipping your tongue from your mouth, you swirl it around the tip of Changkyun’s cock. You lock eyes with him and lay your tongue flat, slapping the head against your tongue. In one easy go, you take his full length in your mouth, keeping eye contact with him. You pull away from him, sucking the lines of spit back into your mouth. You give his cock a kiss and suck him into your mouth. 

You give the pair a thumbs up, an agreed upon sign to indicate your readiness. You close your eyes and exhale through your nose, shifting your weight to your hands and knees. The two give you a few more seconds to relax before enthralling you in the passion of being fucked. 

© PLANETDREAM 2024

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

I'm finally back with more MLC long fic snippets for you! FDB is carrying a wounded and barely conscious DFS on his back and is about to attempt to use qinggong to get them out of the tree DFS had collapsed in. (You can find all previous excerpts here.)

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Slowly, making sure the additional weight on his back didn’t unbalance him, he planted one foot up on the branch and shifted his weight. He brought his other foot up to join him, clenching his core to stay stable.

He looked down at the ground below. He hadn’t exactly used qinggong from heights quite like this before, and certainly not while carrying anyone else or without the use of his arms, but presumably  it was the same idea. He cleared his throat. “Ok. Here we go! Hold on tight.”

“Wait,” a-Fei croaked in his ear.

Fang Duobing froze immediately. “What is it?” 

A-Fei shook his head, his hands fumbling until his left thumb was positioned immediately over the nailbed of his right hand’s fifth finger. Then he jabbed his own Shaochong acupoint with his thumbnail with a force that would have made anyone else cry out in pain. Fang Duobing gaped at him as a-Fei kept digging into the very sensitive point, with a faint, barely audible hiss as the stubborn man’s only reaction. 

“Wait, you were about to faint?” Fang Duobing yelped. Oh Gods, if his arms had slipped off of him while they were in the air and he’d fallen backward, a-Fei could have hit his head on a tree branch, or worse! Thank goodness he’d thought to use the acupoint to restore consciousness. “Here, scoot higher up so you’re draped more over my shoulder! That way, even if you let go, you’ll stay–”

“–Stop. Talking,” a-Fei snapped, his breathing labored. “Fix your technique. Or you’ll shatter your leg.”

“Oh.” Fang Duobing winced. Apparently there was more of an art to this than he’d realized. “What am I doing wrong?”

A-Fei’s answering sigh was so much heavier than he was. “Your qi is too slow. And the proportion is off. Put more around your feet and ankles. Start now and increase it as you approach the ground.” He took a deeper breath. “And you’ll need your arms,” he said, his scowl audible.

Fang Duobing shook his head and forced himself not to press them closer to his sides. “I can’t. You need them more!” A-Fei could already barely move from exhaustion; it was unthinkable that he could support his legs on his own. And even if he could, they’d both seen how poorly he responded to being that close. The emotional toll alone would be–

“–Do it,” a-Fei growled through clenched teeth, “or you’ll splatter us on the forest floor. Right arm first. Now.”

“Fine! But you better not fall, ok?” Fang Duobing’s voice shook slightly despite his best efforts. He slid his arm out from under a-Fei’s thigh and lifted it far enough away that a-Fei wouldn’t bump it as he changed position but close enough that he could catch his leg if a-Fei didn’t have the strength after all.

Slowly, jerkily, and with less grace than a-Fei had ever before exhibited, a-Fei extended his leg and wrapped it tightly around Fang Duobing’s waist. 

Fang Duobing stayed as still as possible, hardly daring to breathe.

A-Fei swallowed and dug his thumb harder into his Shaochong acupoint. “Left,” he gritted out. 

They repeated the process, a-Fei’s foot, then leg, then entire body were trembling from the effort by the time he was fully in position. If a-Fei was breathing, it was too shallow for him to feel, despite their proximity.

Fang Duobing swallowed. “You’re sure about this?” He tried desperately to ignore the fact that a-Fei’s groin was once again pressed tight against his lower back. This was absolutely not the time to–

“–Hurry and fix your qi, brat,” a-Fei rasped, his voice shaking almost as hard as the rest of him.

“I’m trying!” Fang Duobing pushed his worry and other feelings for a-Fei aside as much as he could and closed his eyes. He imagined his qi spinning faster and faster through him, on separating some to cushion his feet, ankles, and knees while the rest kept circulating.

“Arms,” a-Fei prompted, and Fang Duobing stuck his arms out to his side, feeling the qi race through his fingertips, ready to slow his descent.

“Now,” a-Fei snapped, and Fang Duobing opened his eyes, shifted his weight, and stepped off the branch.

Time slowed. Fang Duobing felt it drag against him like the air currents they flew through. A-Fei hissed other instructions at him–faster qi, lean back, not that far, bend your knees–as the forest floor grew before them. 

“Palms,” a-Fei growled in his ear. 

Fang Duobing sent out a large pulse of qi from each palm straight at the ground, just before his soles hit the floor. 

His ankles and knees twinged slightly with the impact, but that was all.

They were safe, because a-Fei had helped.

A-Fei, who had been on the verge of fainting, who had just had a qi deviation, and a panic attack, and who could barely move or speak moments earlier because of whatever horrors had haunted his mind, had used a resuscitation maneuver to force himself to save them yet again.

It wasn’t fair. A-Fei deserved rest, not having to push himself to and past his breaking point once more.

Maybe, now that they were back on solid ground, and would soon be back at Lotus Tower, they could give him the safety and comfort he needed.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d accept some of it.

[transamus]

Also here's my thoughts on the various aspects of Mario Eclipse, major spoilers though- I recommend going in blind if you plan on playing it at all.

Il Piantissimo feels phenomenal to play as. Not having FLUDD is compensated with a double jump, and the increased speed & jump height is insane. Luckily, you cannot choose to play as him in any episode where you would not be able to accomplish your goal. Additionally, the presence of water bombs for all characters when not using FLUDD works really well to make him still viable.

Luigi feels like the perfect middle-ground between Il Piantissimo's faster movement / higher jumps and still being able to use FLUDD. I choose to play as Luigi more often than not.

Warship Isle was full of tedium, my least favourite new level: however, where all the new levels do have some tedium, the tedium itself fit perfectly into the game. Nothing was more tedious than what Nintendo themselves asked of the player, and so it kinda ended up balancing out pretty nicely.

Lighthouse Isle had some camera issues, but overall starting the level stormy was a great choice, the custom boss battle was really well-done, and I enjoyed it a lot. My only other criticism is that the soundtrack was more "Grant Kirkhope" than "Koji Kondo", but none of the other levels' soundtracks had this issue.

Erto Rock was a beautiful level and a great way to interpret the concept from the cut content. I'm not a huge fan of how often, though, in new levels, you start with a mission that has a timer; I'd prefer personally to be able to take my time exploring the new levels first rather than kinda have to take it all in as quickly as possible. It's also nice having a more vertical level that feels simultaneously like it takes advantage of the Rocket Nozzle where the base game did not, as well as not making it entirely mandatory either.

Hotel Lacrima is a hilarious way to interpret the cut content; they chose to make it mafia based, because... hotel la-crime-a. That's really funny. The organized crime didn't feel out of place for a Nintendo game of this era, either, weirdly enough. The level itself is designed in such a way that the camera feels accommodated for really nicely, despite the inherent issues with the game's camera.

All of the new transition levels / areas feel really cute, and the vibes are immaculate.

Needing to beat shadow Mario in all of the new levels as well was unexpected, but I felt like it fit really nicely. This is usually one of the biggest criticisms of Mario Sunshine itself, but I think the amount of post-game content makes up for this.

Starting the game at Peach's Castle was also a really great choice; in the base game, you have all of 3 seconds to familiarize yourself with Mario's moveset before you obtain FLUDD. Having even this small change I think fixed that issue really well.

The ability to enter Corona Mountain pre-flood was a really nice touch; I do wish that it had been expanded into a full level, though. The attention to the cut detail of it being a Shrine was very appreciated.

I'm only just moving into the post-game content, but having it based around Daisy's Cruiser is a really adorable touch. The post-game content genuinely feels like Official DLC for the game, expanding the map outwards off of Isle Delfino rather than continuing to pile onto the island.

As a Blue Coins enjoyer, I'm really glad that they didn't remove the Blue Coins from the game, and in fact added some to every single new level. I've always stood by the fact that I'd rather have Blue Coins as a "portion of a major collectable" than distort the value of major collectables by throwing them literally everywhere (looking at you, Mario Odyssey).

While the original plan for Eclipse was to restore the beta Delfino Plaza, the beta plaza is nowhere to be found. On one hand, I wish they would have, and put it maybe on the north side of the island or something? but on the other hand, not restoring it does feel like it honors the choices the developers made more, making the mod feel, again, like an Official Product. I think the beta plaza would have stood out design-wise, and- like in the base game- was probably not included for good reason.

As someone who is super autistic about Super Mario Sunshine, this really feels like it hit every single thing I would've wanted in a theoretical remake- it feels like this is the game Nintendo's team would have made if they had been given unlimited time and budget to do so.

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Splatoon 3 Version 8.0 patch notes breakdown

A bit late with this one, as I didn't have the time to write it last night, but nevertheless, here's a quick rundown of the patch notes for version 8.0, which should release in a couple of hours as of time of writing.

First of all, the Sizzle Season 2024 content is being added, but will not be available for another 24-ish hours. That includes:

A new Catalog

The new stage Lemuria Hub

Two new main weapons, two variants of those main weapons, and six alternate sets for preexisting main weapons.

14 Tableturf cards

Two new songs by SashiMori

The renovated Hammerhead Bridge and Barnacle & Dime, which will be taken out of stage rotations when the update becomes available.

Wandercrust Journey 6.

Additionally, this patch also adds data for the new Triumvirate King Salmonid fight and a new Grizzco Weapon, as well as the new Splatfest features, both of which will not become available until a later date.

With Sizzle Season 2024 stuff out of the way, let's move onto the changes that will be available right away, starting with Stage Changes, which there are a lot of.

In addition the Hammerhead Bridge and Barnacle & Dime changes, Museum d'Alfonsino, Um'ami Ruins, Brinewater Springs, and Scorch Gorge are all getting layout changes, with Museum getting some extra changes in Splat Zones and Rainmaker specifically. Eeltail Alley, Hagglefish Market, Flounder Heights, Marlin Airport and Manta Maria are all getting "slight" changes, while Crableg Capital and Bluefin Depot are getting slight changes in Turf War and Splat Zones, and Clam Blitz, respectively.

I'll be entirely honest, until we see these changes for ourselves it's impossible to gauge just what these changes will be like, but I am willing to be optimistic given just how much improvement we've seen in the Stage design over the last year or so. I think they'll be slight improvements at worst.

With that said, let's move onto Main Weapon changes, starting with a bunch of weapons getting the exact same change.

Sploosh, Jr, Aerospray, Luna, Clash, Carbon, Splat Roller, Inkbrush, Octobrush, and Dapples will all now deal 10% more damage to Splash Walls. I'm not sure why this was listed on each weapon individually and not just all collected as a Splash Wall change, but I digress. The intent here seems to be to make short-range weapons specifically, better at dealing with Splash Wall, the users of which they'll generally be outranged by to begin with. It's a small and specific change, but it's not one I think any of these weapons will complain about.

N-ZAP will now be able to fire for longer before its hits max bullet spread. In case you didn't know, all shooters that have bullet spread have a property where that spread gradually increases the longer you hold ZR, which slowly goes back to normal if you stop firing, and now that'll take longer on N-ZAP specifically.

N-Zap didn't really need this buff, but it's also not something that moves the needle much to begin with. It's pretty rare outside of low-level turf wars that someone fires for long enough to the spread to be a major factor, so it's fine. It's just a very strange change.

Moving onto more deserved buffs, L-3 has its damage increased by 2, taking a full three-hit burst from 87 to 93 damage. This is not a significant change, but 30 is a pretty important damage threshold to hit, as it combos with a lot of things, and it does mean that getting even lightly chipped by almost anything at all puts you in one-shot range, so watch out!

Rapid Blaster now starts recovering ink after firing about 3 frames faster. It's another nice little buff, though like N-ZAP it is kind of strange this weapon is being buffed at all when it's in a pretty good spot right now.

Now here's something interesting, Tri-Stringer will now paint the ground better, and will now paint lines more consistently. Turfing has always been one of Tri-Stringer's biggest weaknesses, so this is a very nice buff!

Last but not least is my favourite change in the entire patch. REEF-LUX now charges at full speed while in the air, similar to how Squiffer works. This is just a fantastically cool buff if you ask me, it's one of those things that seem insignificant on paper but can really change up how a weapon plays in a major way. It wasn't until after Squiffer got this change in Splatoon 2 that the weapon really came into its own, after all.

With Main Weapon changes down, let's move onto Points for Special changes, of which there are four (technically three):

Big Swig Express and Painbrush are ten points cheaper, and both variants of E-Liter are ten points more expensive. Not a lot to discuss here, so let's move onto Special Weapons:

The rails that indicate the Reefslider's path will now ink the floor as they extend forward, potentially allowing you paint over an enemy's feet before running them over. The rail will now also follow moving terrain, which is a change I'll admit I am not sure what it does? We'll just have to see when the patch goes live.

Big Bubbler now paints the ground inside of the shield. A nice quality of life change that could potentially be used to do some silly things in Splat Zones, if you're so inclined.

Ink Vac will now paint the ground behind you while it's active. Nintendo specifies later on in the patch notes that this is because they want you to be more reliably able to use it while retreating, and yeah, that's what this change will do.

For our final Special change, Splattercolor Screen now deals more damage to Beakons, Sprinkler, Splash Wall, sponges, and the Rainmaker's shield. Like with the Ink Vac changes, Nintendo specifies what the purpose of this buff is in the patch notes, and in this case it's to reward people more for using the Screen well.

And that's all the balance changes for this patch, but there is actually one more Main Weapon change that is not listed with the rest, because it's a bit different:

These changes are very wordy, but the TL;DR is that Squeezer now has a hard cap on how fast it can fire, which is the same as its regular fire speed. That might sound like a completely pointless change, and I thought so initially as well, but it seems the intent here is to not have the weapon be improved by turbo controllers, as they can let you mash ZR at much, much faster paces than intended.

With all that said, let's round things out with some miscellaneous changes:

If you roll or dash into the Rainmaker shield you'll now slide off it, as opposed to the game continuously attempting to place you where the shield is at and dealing a bunch of contact damage to you, splatting you almost instantly.

You'll now start the next season in S+0 if you were top 1000 in the previous season's X rank.

Squid Beakons are now accounted for when awarding the Super Jump Spot medal, which I am frankly surprised wasn't the case already?

I lied, there is one more Main Weapon change. Grizzco Dualies now deal 5 more damage with their actual bullets. That means they three-shot Chum now!

Reflected Drizzler torpedoes will now collide with terrain less, reducing the situations where you shoot one back only to have it immediately crash into a ledge it just barely touches.

Finally, purchasing the Expansion Pass will now net you 10 free Sheldon Licenses. If you've already bought the Expansion Pass then you'll be given the Licenses after downloading the update. Just in time for ten new weapons to be added as part of the Sizzle Season!

[haikyuu-x-male-reader]

*Rubs hands together evil🙏🏽*

Let’s gooo

This isn’t gonna be too too long but I’ll try to make it good

Im Not gonna beat around the bush but most likely I’m prop gonna write this as porn plot sorta 🤷🏽

But as I’m writing this who knows??✨✨

started - 5/22/24

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AKAASHI

we all know Akaashis calm, and swag demeanor right?

Welp throw that ALL AWAY

Tbh I feel like he would be a

✨FREAK IN THE SHEETS ✨

AND YOUR FREAKIN 6’9 OR ANY-TALL HEIGHT

God he’s gonna go crazy for you

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Oh did I mention that u FUEL his size kink

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-The sound of Akaashi’s moans and the bed creaking fill the room-

“[Reader name] f-FUCK me harder alreadyy~”

With no hesitation you press him more into the mattress so he feels just how deep you are inside him

You also press urself onto him more since that riles him up

“S-shit!”

He says as he whines in pleasure

you start to slow down but got interrupted by him

*Huff* “D-don’t you *huff*..dare stop”

*His body is on the brink now, shaking and trembling as he chases the climax that threatens to overtake him.*

You speed up even faster then before

"Almost... almost... ah! Oh God... more.. please... god.. don't stop.. please don't stop."

*He gasps out, his hips stuttering with the increasing intensity of his pleasure, his breathing completely out of control

“I can’t t-take it anymoree~!”

*A stream of moans and gasps leaves him, his voice getting higher and louder with each snap of ur waist*

He starts to squirm around under but is limited due to you pushing him down

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And he’s LOVING IT

“Ngh~!.oh my god.!”

“[Reader name] it’s so deep..Hngh!~”

*His eyes flutter shut, and he goes completely limp

*A loud, shuddering moan escapes him as you hit that sweet spot, his body tensing up briefly before it releases, a wave of pleasure crashing through him.

*pant*

*pant*

And then he says nonchalantly 

“Wanna do round 2?”

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KENMA KOZUME

I feel like he wouldn’t really pay any mind to ut height at first but the more he thinks about it

The more it turns him on

The first time you guys do it he did think much of it

But his mind started giving him ideas

✨How naughty✨

oh and I think it would drive him crazy for you to be in control 🎉

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*computer gaming streamer noises*

*You groan slightly after ur nap*

*you sit up, rub ur eyes and stretch

This causes kenma you look at you*

“Oh hey [nickname] you awake? I’m streaming right now”

“Sorry if I woke u up do you want me try to finish soon?”

*You turn to him*

“Nah it’s fine I’ll just be on my phone”

“Just stream and do yer thing

I know how you love gaming”<3

His face goes slightly worried

“You sure?I didn’t mean to wake up-“

Video game death sound

"Damn it-“

*you laugh at him loudly*

“Shush! It’s not funny..“

“Yeah Nono it’s fine don’t let me distract you”

“Just focus on streaming and entertaining ur viewers”

He shrugs

“Alright whatever you say my love”

“Sorry Chat lets get back to-“

he gets back to doing his normal stream stuff

As you’re on your phone you get an idea

Kenma would actually kill you if you did this ESPECIALLY when he’s gaming and locked in

but its worth a shot🤷🏽

You quitely get up from the bed and make your way towards him

“Ah thank you for the donate [random user]”

Blah blah blah insert Kenma streamer talking

you try to sneak under his desk which was tough as hell because god blessed you with height

You were able to get under surprisingly

Kenma sighs when loosing a game causing him to lay back in his seat

Which causes him to notice you

“Chat I’ll be right back” *turns off camera and mutes mic*

“[reader name] what are you doing.. how did you even fit under there? You know how tall you are..”

“Just focus on your stream you wouldn’t want ur viewers to know I’m under here right~?”

“Magic and hard work. But aside from that”

Kenma smirks slightly

" ..oh? really now? "

*he blinks for a second at your question. a soft smirk on his face before sitting back up straight and unpausing the game*

" alright.. I'll continue streaming.. don't try to distract me too much~ "

*he lets out a soft chuckle before going back to streaming. he tries to focus on what he's doing while you're down there.*

He is trying really hard to keep his focus, and not losing his composure.

You Loosen up his sweatpants and WHIP OUT THAT THANG

Note: is 11 at night so might be insane -5/27/24

you try to get into a comfortable position and start to suck on the tip of his member

*he quickly turns up the volume on the microphone so they can't hear anything. he lets out a small groan to keep in his composure*

“Mm ah- *fake cough* sorry chat I have a little bit of a cold….”

The viewers notice his so called “cold” cause his face is turning slowly red🌚

Out of spite you decided to put his full length inside your mouth

Kenma throws his head back,covers his face with one hand and moans

Chat:AYOOOOO????

Username: WHAT WAS THAT??

Username2: bros getting freaky

He quickly realized what he did

“Oh Sorry Chat..I was stretching.”

“I’m hungry so I’m ending the stream early today.”

Meanwhile the chat was hollering and goin insane

But all that came to an end once he ended the stream

*sigh*

“Can you continue already…...”

“Please..”

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HINATA SHOYO

Oh boy…

now Hinata definitely feels intimidated by ur height in a frustrated way and in-

Well…

The other way.

He REALLY LIKES ur height in a UNUSUAL way..🧍🏽

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It’s night time

Hinata and you are chilling on the couch watching a movie

You both are sharing a buttery salty bowl of popcorn (yum)

*movie noises*

*godzilla scream*

“I was expecting this movie to be boring

But

It’s actually interesting!”

You say intriguingly as you munch on more popcorn

“Heh! You should’ve ✨never✨ doubted me then! I amm knownnn to be the best at picking movies~”

*movie background noises*

Hinata got up from the couch and went to get a snack

He tried to grab a snack form the top shelf but he forgot about his height

“Damn it-“

He tried to climb onto the counter but quickly remember that would be unsanitary

“Ughh-”

“Need help here?”

He quickly looks behind him to see you

“Nope! Im totallyyyy finee..!”

“Ya sure?, you were struggling not too long-”

“ICANHANDLEIT”

After saying that. he attempts to hop up but you grab him by the waist to quickly stop him

“Here let me just help..”

As you reach for whatever tried to get, you press urself behind him purposefully

This gets a reaction out of him

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Perfect

“Hmm this thing is so far back in the cabinet”

You know damn well ur lying

“Sorry shoyo.. this might take a bit!”

“O-okay”

As you say this you start to grind on him from behind

Okay so now it’s definitely clear on what ur trying to do

When you started to grind on hinata he started to move slightly forward which causes his erection to rub against the counter

“S-shit!“

You pause and look down

“Ok enough beating around the bush”

You unzip his pants and pull out his member

7/7/24

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Hey y'all😅

Um. I'm sorta back?

I've been tryna finksh this request but my motivation to write just died 🥲🥲🥲

[autism-swagger]

I WANNA BE THE FIRST TO ASK FOR ALL YOUR INHUMAN BIOLOGY THOUGHTS!!! PERSONALLY I LIKE THE THOUGHT OF BONES\SKIN BEING HARDER THAN NORMAL

(me when inhuman biology^)

YAAAY THEO

You remain my biggest supporter in my insanity.

Okay SO I like to think Inhumans all have slightly non-human features, even before Terrigenesis. I have a lot of headcanons about their biology, most of them somewhat rooted in canon.

Seeing as their alien DNA is Kree DNA, I took inspiration from Kree biology, but toned it down so it's just enough to be uncanny: slightly too sharp canines, slightly too pointy ears, blood that's slightly too dark/purple, etc cetera et cetera. Enough that you'd be able to recognize that something is off, but not really be able to pinpoint what.

(I also headcanon that, while still incredibly rare, Inhumans are more likely than regular humans to be born with tails. This one is not based in canon Kree biology at all I just think tails are cool ASDFGHJKL.)

Based on what we see the various Inhuman characters go through over the course of Agents of SHIELD (and also the fact that their powers would probably kill them without it), I'd say it's pretty likely that increased durability is probably a canon baseline Inhuman trait. Jumping off of that, I think Inhumans should have increased strength/speed/agility as well.

I also think their average height should be several inches above average human height. This is inspired solely by almost every single Kree we see being absolutely fuckin massive.

Other miscellaneous/post Terrigenesis headcanons include:

A lot of Inhumans develop tapetum lucidum (the thing that makes animals eyes glow in the dark) after going through Terrigenesis.

Higher body temperature.

Yknow how cats yawn really big and it shows off all their sharp teeth? Most Inhumans yawn like that.

After Terrigenesis their resting heart rate is much faster than that of a regular human.

[catboybiologist]

Slightly late monthly journal!

First off, the spreadsheet has been updated:

Nothing too drastic here, especially compared to my initial growth spurt. But still… there’s so much, yet so little to talk about.

I’ve been on spiro for a longer time now, and recently increased my estradiol dose. Note that my levels check was before the increased dose- the dates aren’t completely coordinated (they are on my private spreadsheet for my own personal tracking, don’t worry). It’s looking pretty good. Testosterone is well within target levels. E is about the same, which is much lower than I would like it. My endo says that 100-200 is “minimally acceptable”, and wants to shoot even higher than that. That’s comforting, in a way- I’m the slightest bit frustrated that some changes aren’t happening too quickly, but that gives a very distinct avenue for improvement. Ultimately, I’m gonna switch to injection monotherapy, probably around the same time I start prog. So the big change is decreased T. What has that done to me?

First off, the hard measurements. There’s really no surprises here. I’m losing weight, which tracks with my general diet and an increase in exercise levels. It seems to be happening faster than normal, though. Which, is pretty easily explainable by a new variable in the equation: adderall. I started adderall in the middle of the month. I’ve used it sparingly, but everyone I know that takes it told me that weight loss is pretty much unavoidable. I’m certainly still above any point where my weight would be worrying, but I’m gonna have to keep an eye on it. Especially if I want fat tits. As for how the weight loss is happening, I’m very happy with what’s going on. My bust and hip measurements are holding steady, while my waist and underbust are still slightly going down. 

I do know that there’s another source of weight loss, however: muscle mass. With the increase in exercise level has come an increase in exertion for the same results, which has made me slightly dismayed. This is the main HRT effect that I was a little scared of. But honestly, I really only care about the muscle that helps me hike and swim- and if I maintain that better, I think it won’t be too much of an issue. I was never some pariah of physical condition, so I think with training I can even improve my hiking stamina. That’ll be very necessary with my future backpacking plans.

The main thing that I’m REALLY happy about is that, if I squint, I think I can slowly start to see the first hints of facial changes start to come in. They’re subtle, of course. A weird one is that my nose is literally straighter. Y’all don’t see it, but the reason I still shield my face (despite being easily identifiable at this point if you saw me irl and knew this account) is mostly insecurity about my nose and chin. My nose actually physically curves to my right when viewed from the front, and in general, is a huge, classic Roman nose. Looking at head on progress pictures, its actually starting to straighten out. I thought I was imagining things, but I checked in with a couple friends before and after pictures of several years on HRT, and yeah- their noses are different, usually smaller and more symmetrical. Saying that this is a huge relief to me would be an understatement. Additionally, I was insecure about my boxy jawline, but for some reason, it seems to work as a femme feature of my face now- I think slight cheek restructuring helps frame it better. Still not so sure how the chin is gonna turn out. But hey- I started HRT thinking that I would for sure need FFS to pass, but now, I'm far less concerned. I'll at least give it two years.

I’ve also gotten a lot of interesting comments. Several labmates and family members that don’t know I’m transitioning have remarked that my skin looks healthier, and I look younger. I’ve also had noticeable mental health improvement, so I think most people think I’m on some kind of self improvement kick. I mentioned skin care as part of that. We’ll see how long the excuse holds- probably a while, as the changes are so, so subtle at the moment. But shit, I’m only three months in. I’m thrilled.

There’s still no getting rid of my beard shadow. Even though the growth rate of my facial hair has noticeably decreased, the thickness of the basal hairs will always add shading to my face. When I started HRT, I thought it wouldn’t bother me that much until I was ready to socially transition- but tbh, it’s starting to look glaring to me. I’m looking into starting laser sometime in January, and hopefully that’ll help.

Which brings me to the emotional changes. Holy FUCK what a month its been. I’m not gonna expose all of my dirty laundry. But, a mixture of some long term anxieties and a few particular events led to a classic mid-20s “what the fuck am I doing with my life” crisis. One of those long term anxieties was a thought I’m sure many of y’all are familiar with: “I started HRT. Now what? How the fuck am I going to socially transition?”

For a couple days, I was very seriously considering quitting grad school and academia. I’m past that. Tragically, I love science a little too much. I do, however, need a break. I talked to my advisor about taking a hiatus, and he’s fully supportive of the idea. And conveniently, that also provides me with a clean way to simply disappear, and come back as a woman. A nice little break to allow me to socially transition.

But anyways. Here’s my big point here: if I went through something similar pre-HRT, I would’ve reacted completely differently. I would’ve shoved those thoughts deep and let them simmer as a general, background malaise that I would just stew in and suffer. Now? I cried. A lot. Actual fucking tears. I went through a few days of sharp sadness, and then actually fucking processed those emotions. What the fuck? That’s new. It’s insane. I wouldn’t have had the emotional capacity to that before. 

I’m elated. It’s wonderful. It’s a more than welcome change.

But yeah. Steady as she goes. Progress is a little stalled, but both me and my provider are adamant about getting that E up. And I’m still making slow progress as it is.

Very quick NSFW notes after this button.

The final note: sexual function. With the low T… yup, my downstairs functionality has decreased. My ejaculate is clear, and often happens without being fully erect. That said… there’s no way in hell that I would ever trade getting that back for what I have now. My libido is still comes in waves, and is crazy when it comes. The feelings I get from intimate situations now are incredible beyond belief. 

[alearicci]

“I'm proud of you, sebastian vettel” – SV5

pairings: sebastian vettel x girlfriend!y/n

summary: Sebastian was ready to win the race and dedicate the trophy to you, but something went wrong.

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To the applause of the supportive audience, Sebastian Vettel was preparing for another exciting Formula 1 race. Aiming for victory, he had high hopes for a successful day on the track. The training went more than well, the team took into account all the features of the track and corrected some details in the car, in qualifying he became second, which gave him a big advantage, and weather conditions allowed him to set a good time and get a place on the podium.

The satisfaction of a job well done remained inside him throughout this pre-race time, increasing his confidence in winning the upcoming Grand Prix. There was still time before it started, and therefore, Seb decided to spend these hours as productively and usefully as possible.

The mood was at its height, it could not but rejoice. He smiled at everyone who appeared on his way, was as friendly as possible and even signed the largest number of posters, caps and T-shirts for the last five Grand Prix.

Communicating with his fans, signing countless souvenirs and posing for photos, Vettel felt deeply grateful for their unwavering support. Their enthusiasm fueled his determination and lifted his spirits even more, encouraging him not to make the fans disappointed in him. The connection he shared with his fans reminded him of why he loved racing, and of the great joy they brought both to him and his followers.

With every autograph and light conversation, Vettel's expectation before the race grew. He knew that his performance during qualifying had laid a solid foundation, but he also understood that the real test was still ahead. The desire to turn his efforts into a victory intensified in him, and he mentally prepared for the challenges that awaited him on the track. The track is not easy, you need to combine speed and ride quality so as not to fly into the gravel.

When it came time to get into the car, Vettel's thoughts were filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. The realization that he has a great potential for victory, combined with the support of the fans, caused him such a pleasant, such a necessary adrenaline rush. He imagined with a sinking heart how he would be the first to cross the finish line, how he basked in the rays of glory, celebrated the victory with his team and, returning to the hotel room, rejoiced at the trophy with his beloved girlfriend y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n became everything to him. For him, she was not just a girl with whom he was in a relationship; she was his support, his soul, his personal happiness, his number 1 fan and the source of the greatest support.

Whenever Sebastian thought of y/n, a warm, tender feeling swept over his heart, making it beat much faster. Her bright smile was always in front of my eyes in difficult moments. Her eyes shone with love and understanding. She could always brighten up even the darkest and most terrible days.

He truly treasured every moment they spent together; every moment when their laughter echoed through the air, and their souls danced in perfect harmony.

Y/n's unwavering faith in Sebastian's abilities as a Formula 1 driver was one of the things that fueled his determination on the race track. He knew that before every race she would be very close, her unwavering support would be felt through the crowd. The thought that she was encouraging him from the outside, that her eyes were fixed on him with unshakable faith, filled him with a feeling of love and appreciation for this girl.

In those precious minutes before the race, when tension and adrenaline coursed through his veins, Sebastian closed his eyes and imagined y/n's face. He could almost feel her gentle touch, her fingers gently touching his cheek, whispering words of encouragement that resonated deep in his soul. It was as if she was next to him, her presence enveloped him in a cocoon of love and tranquility.

"You'll do fine, Seb. I'm here and I love you more than life."

It seems that this time the nerves are seriously making themselves felt, since he even imagines her voice. The Ferrari driver shook his head slightly, as if bringing himself to his senses. But then the voice of the racing engineer was heard.

"y/n asked for headphones to wish you good luck, we couldn't refuse her. "

"So it didn't seem like it..."

" What?"

"Nothing. Can you hear me?"

"It's okay. We are ready to win."

"Ready."

However, fate had other plans for the famous racer.

From the moment the lights went out, which marked the start of the race, it became obvious that this time the Grand Prix would not go according to one pre-conceived scenario with Sebastian.

Almost at the very beginning there was a series of annoying incidents, because of which he noticeably lagged behind in the race. The car's engine struggled with all its might, trying not to let the driver down, and his skillful maneuvers met the resistance of opponents. With each lap passed, the dream of a satisfactory finish slipped further away. The dream of a happy y/n was slipping further and further away.

When the race reached its climax and there were only a few laps left, Sebastian's car collided with another driver. The impact was strong, forcing the German to lose control of the car and crash into the fence. This seemingly insignificant collision was enough for his car to go off the track.

This incident was the last blow in an already disappointing race for Sebastian.

He groaned loudly in frustration and closed his eyes.

Racing engineer: "Sebastian, are you okay?"

Vettel: (Breathing heavily) "I'm fine, but the car got hit. Can you hear me?"

Racing engineer: "Sebastian, we hear you loud and clear. Are you sure you're okay? It was a strong blow. Stay calm, help is on the way."

Vettel: "I'm a little shaken up, but physically I'm fine, apart from a couple of minor scratches. The car is damaged, I was very unwound."

Racing Engineer: "Glad to hear you're okay, Seb. This is the most important thing. We'll check on you as soon as possible. Now let's assess the damage to the car. Do you see any serious problems?"

Vettel: "The front wing is completely missing, and the suspension on the right side is damaged. I can't move the car right now."

Racing Engineer: "OK, Seb. Stay put and the rescue team will arrive to you soon. We will assess the damage and see if the car can be repaired. Remember, safety comes first. We'll get you back on track as soon as we can."

“Damn, these conversations only make it worse. I immediately imagine myself as a small child being scolded for disobedience,” Sebastian thought and took off his gloves first, and then his helmet.

Rescuers arrived quickly enough. They helped him out, and later took care of the car.

Soon Sebastian was standing in the paddock and watching the engineers work. It was clear to him that he would not return to the race, but a tiny, very small hope still glimmered in his soul.

The team leader saw his thoughtfulness and came up behind him, lightly slapping him on the shoulder.

"The car was seriously damaged and it cannot be repaired in this race. We're going to have to drop out of the race, Sebastian. I'm sorry."

"I'm disappointed, but I understand. It happens in races and it's a miracle that no one was injured."

"Of course, Seb. Races can be unpredictable, and accidents can happen. It is important that you are safe and we will analyze what happened to prevent similar incidents in the future."

"Yes, you're right. I'll take it as an experience and come back even stronger. Thank you for your support."

"That's right, Seb! We are always here to support you. Take the time to relax and regroup. We will review the data again and discuss it with the team.

"I always appreciate the efforts and dedication of the team. Let's keep moving forward and strive for better results next time."

"Of course, Seb. We believe in you. Keep your head up and remember: every challenge is an opportunity for growth.

The man was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and slapped his forehead.

'I completely forgot, y/n is waiting for you at the medical center, she was very nervous about your accident."

Sebastian's heart skipped a beat.

He took off abruptly and ran to the medical center as fast as he could. He needed to see y/n right now. The withdrawal from the race instantly faded into the background.

His mind was filled with a mixture of emotions—fear, guilt, and a desperate need to comfort his girlfriend. He replayed the accident over and over in his head, wanting to turn back time and prevent it. In a split second, Sebastian lost control of his car, unable to avoid a collision with the fence. He was shocked by the blow, feeling the weight of disappointment grow.

Right now, he wasn't thinking about anything but y/n. The rider's heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Y/n could barely stand on her feet when she saw the incident with Seb with her own eyes. She felt a surge of anxiety and fear, knowing that Sebastian's safety was paramount. Her hands trembled slightly, and she instinctively clutched the cold metal railing. Deep down, she knew that accidents are an inherent risk in sports, but personally watching this was probably the most terrible experience of her life.

Y/n's heart ached for Sebastian, knowing how much he had invested in the race. She wanted to offer him support and comfort at this moment, but knowing that he needed space to process his emotions changed her mind. The girl understood the difficulties of this sport and was ready to overcome the ups and downs with her beloved.

Seeing Sebastian being helped out of the car, y/n staggered violently, causing the others present to be horrified. She had had to deal with similar experiences before, but lately her morale left much to be desired.

"y/n, are you, are you okay?"

"I'm not feeling well..."

"Take her to the infirmary immediately. Apparently, she was too upset because of Seb," the lead engineer said decisively, and a nearby guy gently took y/n by the elbow, leading her to the nurse on duty.

The kind woman measured all the data she needed and recommended y/n to be less nervous so as not to ruin her health.

Y/n barely refrained from answering her: "Try to be less nervous yourself when you dating Sebastian, damn it, Vettel"

"Just sit here for another ten minutes so I can make sure you're okay, okay, miss?"

"Yes, of course."

The silence and peace of the room was abruptly interrupted by the opening of the door. Sebastian arrived at the first aid station, breathing heavily after a fast and intense run. His eyes scanned the room with lightning speed until they settled on y/n, sitting on a stretcher, accompanied by medical staff.

Y/n raised her head, her face pale and full of worry. As soon as their eyes met, Sebastian's anxiety evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief. She's fine. Not unconscious, anyway.

Seb sighed and carefully approached his beloved, hugging her as gently as he could.

He nuzzled her neck, inhaled her native scent, and for a moment felt at home.

Y/n was the whole world to him and he wanted to keep this world.

"Hush, my love. It's all good. Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, apart from leaving the race, how do you feel?"

"It's okay, it's just that someone made me a little nervous. "

Sebastian chuckled softly. Even in such a situation, his y/n knew how to keep a sense of humor.

"Let's go to the hotel. We need to take a break from the events of today." Vettel said and, without waiting for an answer, took y/n in his arms, not forgetting to thank her and say goodbye to the nurse.

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As soon as Sebastian and y/n crossed the threshold of their hotel room, Seb exhaled wearily and, leaning his back against the door, rolled down it.

Y/n smiled sadly and squatted down. She reached out and gently stroked Sebastian's cheek, then bent down and covered his lips with her own in a light kiss.

"You definitely need a shower, Mr. Vettel. Come on, I'll help you. Come on, get up, my champion."

Sebastian smiled weakly, but obediently got up from his seat and wandered towards the bathroom.

While he was taking off his racing suit, y/n had already managed to change into a swimsuit and prepare soap accessories.

He slowly made his way to the shower stall, allowing himself some time alone to collect his thoughts. The piercing jets of water flowing out of the shower head beckoned him, promising comfort to his tired body and mind.

Seeing her boyfriend standing under the falling water, y/n felt that he needed something more than just physical relief. She cautiously entered the bathroom and approached him, her presence bringing a soothing calm to the room. Cautiously approaching closer, y/n reached out and ran her fingertips through Sebastian's wet hair, massaging his scalp with gentle love and care. Then she washed off the foam and moved to her back, kneading the hard muscles with her tiny palms.

Sebastian closed his eyes, feeling his tension melt away as y/n continued to work her magic. The warmth of the water combined with y/n's attentive touch created a safe harbor for him, allowing him to get rid of the pressure of an unsuccessful race. He sighed contentedly, feeling the tension dissolve with each passing moment.

As the water dripped down his face, Sebastian turned to y/n and his eyes finally met hers. A deep feeling of gratitude filled his heart, and he whispered softly:

"Thank you, my love. Your presence and your touch bring me unspeakable comfort. I do not know what I would do without you."

Y/n smiled warmly, her eyes shining with love and admiration. She replied:

"Seb, you are a real warrior on the race track, but even warriors need time to do great things again. I'm here to support you in every way possible. Let the water purify not only your body, but also your mind. I'm here with you. And I will always be there when you need me, my love "

Feeling an overwhelming feeling of love and understanding, Sebastian wrapped y/n in a gentle, but no less wet embrace. He closed his eyes, cherishing their bond as the water continued to wash away the remnants of the race, leaving him rested and ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. At that moment, he realized that he had found the greatest reward in her face.

When the shower was over, y/n handed Sebastian a snow-white towel, which he wrapped around his thighs, after which she changed into drier and homey clothes.

Vettel himself did not keep himself waiting, after a few minutes he was sitting on their bed dressed in a T-shirt and shorts.

"Honey... Can we lie down together for a while?" Seb asked a little awkwardly, even though it was the last thing that would make him embarrassed.

" Of course, Seb." Y/n smiled warmly and, after taking a few steps, settled comfortably on the bed.

Sebastian smiled gratefully and settled comfortably on her chest, listening to the measured heartbeat.

The girl gently stroked his hair, lightly massaged the scalp, relieving all the tension accumulated during the day.

"I'm proud of you, Sebastian Vettel. No matter what defeats, no matter what setbacks, you will always be number one for me. It's just a bump on the road and you'll be back on track much stronger than you were before. You gave it your all. We all have days when things don't go according to plan, but that doesn't detract from your talent and skill. In my eyes, you will always be a champion. I love you more than life, Seb."

As if putting a big and important point in her words, y/n smiles and kisses Sebastian on the forehead.

They have each other, which means they will cope with all difficulties together.