#I'm trying to be normal but I need them both and I have multiple holes alright idc

[akumakosuke]

T.w: Subbot Amab Kento Nanami x Topdom Amab reader. Breeding kink, overstimulation, size kink (kinda), multiple orgasms, creampie, praise, degradation, cock warming, feminization (calling Kento's hole a pussy), fluffy aftercare.

P.s this has been in my drafts forever!! I completely forgot about it until someone reminded me!

I'm actually going feral right now.

I watched the new episode of JJK last night and good lord MAPPA fed me a full course meal drinks included.

Did you see my husband's looking all sexy and oh so fucking breedable?

I'm writing a separate post for Toji, someone sent me a request for breeding Sugar baby Toji and I'm working on it, this is all about my love, my darling, my glorious Nanami Kento. (I still have the Toji one in the works)

Like most men I crave I literally want to marry Nanami and make him my house husband.

I want to just keep him at home (full of my cum) and take care of him, provide for him mind, body and spirit. I want to make him feel safe, loved, cared for, appreciated, needed and genuinely wanted.

I want to come home from a long ass day of running a huge company, completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than my big strong man in my arms.

I would open the door and immediately be woken up by the most amazing smelling dinner and most importantly a fresh loaf of Kento's favourite thing ever, bread.

I would feel all the tension, anger and tiredness melt away as I closed the door, finally got to take off my shoes and coat.

I would place my bag down and when I look up it would be as if God themselves came down to this meaningless float rock we call Earth and blessed me, a nobody with an Angel of my own.

He would stand there in all his glory, his broad shoulders that seem to relax in my presence, those huge pecs that always seem to fit perfectly in my hands, that slim waist that I know for a fact is still bruised from last night, those muscular thighs that could definitely crush my skull, those veiny hands that used to be so dangerous, he hated that, hold me with such gentle touches.

I would smile and he would try not to, as usual keeping up with his ‘i'm always serious because I'm mature’ act that he puts on as a facade, he and I both know he's just a big softie that genuinely cares about his friends and will do anything to protect them.

I would say something cheesy like “Honey I'm home.” with a smirk because I know he hates those dumb romantic comedies.

His smile would instantly fade and he would roll his eyes and mumble “Idiot.” and walk away.

I would laugh and follow him inside, then with a teasing tone say something like “You're supposed to say ‘Welcome back Dear.’ and then kiss me.”

He would ignore me as usual and change the subject “Go wash your hands they're filthy and I baked a new type of bread, the lady at the bakery gave me the recipe.”

I would come out of the bathroom with freshly washed hands and take a seat at the dinner table and say something like “Yeah, smells good hun.”

He would hum in acknowledgement he's listening and bring over the delicious food he cooked and his new bread then place them on the table.

Then he would stand over me with his hands on his hips causing me to -on not normally casual settings- look up at him in confusion.

He would then place an arm on my chair and turn it, making me fully face him and I would happily admire the view.

He's wearing grey sweatpants and a black swear shirt with that cute pink apron I bought him that says kiss the cook.

I would smirk knowing he only wore that because his normal plain black aprons mysteriously disappeared when the pink one showed up.

He would then tangle his thick hands in my hair, suddenly tugging on it and making me groan in pain, the action immediately makes blood rush to my dick.

He would force me to look up at him and with that ever so stern expression say something fucking hot like “Now that you've washed your hands, didn't you read the apron?”

Then he would give me no time to respond as he leans forward and roughly captures my lips in a heated kiss.

I would easily give in and let him do what he wants, this always happens. In the beginning Kento takes charge, he knows exactly what to do to get me hard enough to fuck his pretty brain dumb.

Kento is a smart man, he knows how to get what he wants. He knows what he's doing when he straddle my lap.

Those thick thighs would flex around mine, squeezing me as his crotch 'accidently' grinds against mine.

He would tighten his grip on my hair, bringing his other arm around my shoulders and deepen the kiss, mumbling a fake apology, as if he doesn't want me to fuck him.

My hands would instinctively find his waist, I would say something like “Don't apologize love, take responsibility Kento.” then I would squeeze his waist and grind his plump ass on my fully hard dick.

He would moan and kiss me deeper, then he would start to roll his hips without my help. The friction from the fabric against our hard length sends shocks of pleasure through our entire bodies but it's not enough.

Then while Kento would be kissing me, his hand around my shoulder would travel down my chest and tug at my belt. Kento would let out a needy and frustrated grunt when my belt doesn't come off instantly.

He's not fucked out enough to be whining in desperation, no I'll have to work hard and drain those beautiful sounds out of him.

One of my hands would quickly travel to my belt, undoing it with ease. Then I would undo his belt, neither of us breaking the ruthless kiss or grinding.

We would unzip each others pants and I would easily lift both of our weights and slip my pants and boxers off, Kento would stand and take off his pants and boxers.

We would groan into the kiss as the cold air of our house brushes against both our erections, both our lengths hard already leaking bits of precum.

Both of us are still sensitive from last night/ this morning but we can't get enough of each other, it's like a drug it turned into an addiction..

It's not just fucking, it's the intimate act of sex, exposing yourself, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and connect on a level more than just our bodies.

He would straddle my lap again and his hand would waste no time and start pumping our lengths against each other.

The only sounds would be our aggressive kiss and the slick sound of Kento fisting both our lengths together with the aid of our pre.

My hands would dig into his fleshy ships, god the muscle will feel hard like marble but his skin would be soft like a fucking cloud.

He would moan into the sloppy, open mouth kiss and I would devour each and every honey dipped noise that falls out of his pretty little mouth.

My huge dick would be throbbing against his, his own length is an impressive 7 inches mine about 3 inches bigger.

It's not a big difference but my baby Kento is a big boy, I would just be a bit bigger but strong enough to pick him up and fuck him till he can't walk anymore.

Then Kento would lift himself off my hips and align my dick with his already prepped hole, then he would waste no time and slam himself back down on my entire length.

Fuck, his hands would instinctively latch onto my hair for some stability, loud moans and pretty whimpers would fall out of his mouth like a waterfall straight from heaven.

My hard length would twitch in pure bliss, surrounded by his soft, velvety walls, sucking me in and holding me hostage with a vice like grip, no matter how many times we fuck he's still as tight as a fucking virgin.

My tip would be poking and prodding at Kento's prostate dead on causing him to cum just from impaling himself on my dick.

Kento's thighs would flex around mine, his hole would tighten and he would pull my hair back, detaching from my lips just for his jaw to go slack and his toes curl as thick ropes of cum spurt out of his red rip, onto both our chests.

Kento would have a fucked out expression, his brain already fuzzy from cumming just once, his eyes would glaze over with tears, he's always been a cryer during sex, not that I'm complaining fuck I love it when he cries.

Kento doesn't cry about anything, he hates crying, the only time he cries is when he's too fucked out to think straight.

The pride of a cumming, crying Kento would straight to my dick as my grip on his hips tighten, bringing him back to reality.

Kento's vision would start to focus on me and he would see a devious smile, to anyone it would look sweet, loving almost but Kento knows it's anything but.

“Did you just cum?” I would ask in a mocking tone, bucking my hips up suddenly sending shocks of pleasure through Kento's body as more pathetic ropes of cum would spurt out from his still hard dick.

He would moan and try to shake his head, his grip on my hair would loosen and his hands would drop to my shoulders, fat tears would stream down his face as he would attempt to apologize “N–No! Fuc-k ’m s-sorry! Sorry~ AHH ah~ nghh~ s-sorr– ah ah ah– sorry.. ’m sorry~ ngh~”

He would mumble out his thoughtless apology, leaning down and kissing my neck, sucking, licking and biting as an attempt to make up for his transgressions.

I would scoff knowing his apology means nothing and let him keep mouthing at my neck, I would ignore my aching dick, it feels like my dick is gonna melt, it's so good.

I would lean in a pepper Kento's neck with gentle kisses, giving him a false sense that i'm not going to punish him then I would say something reassuring like “It's okay love, you don't have to apologize.”

He would continue sobbing and marking my neck, switching to 'thank you's' instead of 'sorry', his eyes would widen when he feels my smirk against his neck and my hands lifting his hips, slowly pulling out my dick inch by inch making him whine.

I would press my lips just below his ear and whisper “Just be a good husband and take your punishment~.” then without warning slam him back down on my length making both of us moan.

Kento would let out a high pitch moan, his body slumping forward, his head resting against my shoulder, his fingers tangling in my hair as tears streaming down his pretty face, his toes curling as incoherent and broken moans fall out of his mouth as I lift him up and slam him back down on my length over and over again.

I would groan as his hole suck's my entire length in every time I pull out till just the tip and slam him back, his warm, wet gummy walls would fit my entire length perfectly, the perfect cock sleeve and he's all mine.

That very thought would make me go crazy as I tighten my grip on his hips and slam him down once more, my tip prodding his prostrate dead on making his head fall back as his jaw falls slack and a strangled moan tries to escape his lips but no sound comes out. Fucking glorious.

“Fuck– such a good slut- taking all of me without complaining, such a whore, my whore~.” I would groan out, rutting my hips upwards so the tip of my cock massages Kentos prostrate, making his brain completely switch off.

“AH~! FUCK- NGH~ MMMHM~ C-CAN'T~! T-too mUch~! S-So gooood~! Ah~ FUCK- P-please~! Wanna CUM! P-PLEASE GOD! LeMme cUm~! WAnNa cuM~ PLEASE SIR~! F-fill me up~! FUCK PLEASE FILL ME UP~!” Kento would mindlessly whine, desperately pleading for release, his large hands clawing at my back as he rock his hips against mine, trying to push himself over the edge but because I'm a cruel bastard I wouldn't let him cum so easily, especially after he came the first time without permission.

Besides cock sleeves don't get to make requests, even if he did ask nicely.

I would snicker, looking at his flushed, desperate fucked out face, eyes rolling to the back of his head, face flushed dark shades of red, sweat glistening across his beautifully bruised skin, his mouth moving spilling an endless stream of pleas for release.

He would be too fucked out to notice one of my hands leaving his hips, only registering the movement when my big, rough hand takes ahold of his leaking shaft, the calloused feeling of my hand on his rock hard, oversensitive dick would send a jolt of electricity down his spine and his eyes with snap open.

He would have cum right then and there if it weren't for the fact my hand is squeezing the base of his dick, hard, making it impossible to actually cum but that doesn't dampen the sheer shocks of pleasure from racking his brain, causing a pathetic whimper as his dick twitches and he has a brain melting dry orgasm.

“Ah~ fuck! Look at you! You're squeezing my dick so fucking tight! Mhm~ good fucking boy! So desperate to milk my cock dry huh? Fuck~! You want it? You want my seed deep inside you-? Fuck, gonna be my cum dump? Yeah, yeah you're my fucking cum dump~! M’ gonna breed you full~! Gonna let daddy take care of you hmm? Let me fuck my cum so deep in that tight pussy~? Imagine how fucking good you'd look stuffed full of my cum~! Gonna get you fucking pregnant~ Stuff you full and plug you up so none of my cum gets wasted~! Ah~ yes-! Fuck fuck fuck~! So good~ So fucking good for me Kento~! Want me to fill you up~? THEN TAKE IT-!”

I would moan out as his hole spasms around my dick, like he actively trying to milk me for everything I'm worth and who am I to deny my glorious husband's request. I would feel my dick twitching, the white hot coil in my stomach ready to burst.

I would wrap my hands around his waist picking him up so just the tip of my dick is still inside his velvety walls before slamming him back down, shoving my entire length inside his perfect pussy, my dick twitching in pure bliss as ropes of sticky cum paint his insides white, spitting ropes of hot cum so deep inside him.

I would be mercifully and release his dick, pathetic ropes of hot, white and clear cum dripping down his softening dick as a powerful orgasm leaves him completely limp in my lap, my throbbing dick still nestled deep within him.

He would nuzzle his face against my neck, tears streaming down his face, his legs shaking as he wraps his arms around me, trying to ground himself as he babbles out a multitude of 'thank yous', still trying to catch his breath as sweat drips down his body.

I would wrap my hands around his trembling frame, fingers delicately tracing the bruises on his hips, my face also nuzzled against his neck as I place soft kisses against his burning skin, slowly bringing him out of the clouds while whispering how good he was, how perfect he is and how lucky I am to have him.

We would sit like that for a while, my soft dick buried deep inside his abused hole, wrapped in each other's arms, softly muttering praises to each other as we got out breathing under control and came down from our highs.

“You did so well my love, so good for me. Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” I would suggest after we've been sitting there for about half an hour, he would have stopped trembling and gotten comfortable, slumped against me while he cock warms me.

He would tiredly nod, not having any strength to speak and I would put my hands under his thighs, slowly lifting him off my soft cock, he would groan at the feeling of my dick leaving his tight hole, my cum leaking out and dripping down his thighs.

I would get up and pick him up, his legs wrapping around my waist and his hands wrapped around my neck, his head resting on my shoulder as I carried him to the bathroom, still muttering soft praises in his ear.

We would get to the bathroom and I would put him down on the toilet seat, being gentle as I do so because I know hes sore, he would hiss as the cold lid of the toilet seat touches his bare ass but the cold feeling would be welcomed.

I would quickly start filling the tub with warm water, getting some bubbles and rose petals to make it even better because Kento deserves it.

Once the tub is full I would gently pick up Kento and deposit him in the tub, his no doubt exhausted body immediately sinking into the warm water, letting it loosen all his muscles.

I wouldn't smile as I get in behind him, putting both my legs on either side of his waist as he rests his back against my chest, my arms wrapping around his chest as I hold him close, once again muttering small praises into his ear.

Kentos body would go completely limp in the warm water, resting his head back against my shoulder, his eyes closed as he relaxes in my hold and lets me take care of him after fucking his brains out.

After a few minutes of simply soaking in the water and basking in each others presence I would start washing him, then wash his hair and gently finger all my cum out of his puffy hole, making sure not to overstimulate him too much.

Once we're both done bathing I would once again carry him to our room and gently lay him on the bed as I grab out matching pajamas.

Once we're both changed I'd climb into bed with him, our automatic position would be us spooning, me being the big spoon with my arm wrapped around his waist, holding his back flush against my chest as he curls up against me.

“You were such a good boy today Kento, you did so well. You deserve to rest now, Darling. I love you baby, get some sleep.” I would whisper in his ear, my voice filled with genuine love and admiration as I kiss the back of his neck, resulting in a pleased sigh from Kento.

“Mhm, I love you too daddy~ Goodnight.” he would mumble as he yawns, closing his eyes as he drifts off to sleep, his mind having been fucked free of any thoughts then slowly brought back down leaving him completely and utterly satisfied.

We would sleep soundly in each other's arms, knowing only safety and comfort in each other's embrace. I would fall asleep with a smile on my face, knowing I have my soulmate wrapped in my arms.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Not that filthy, who do you think is mtl into anal? Giving and receiving? And do you think they would be into anytime or only in certain scenarios, like DP or moresomes?

Fuck! Yes I love this. So... I'm obsessed with anal play on this blog and want to say each and everyone of skz is into it. But... I'm going to think about this properly and give you a run down of my thoughts.

Minho Loves to give it to you. Whether it's just him and you, or there are multiple people involved. Whenever you're up for it. He knows how you fuck your ass so good. He’ll build you up so slowly and have you on the edge for so long that you beg for release. He knows you so well - your body, the sounds you make. He knows when you’ve reached the precipice. He pulls out halfway and pauses when you’re almost there, when you’re in that moment when time stands still, and then he’ll time his next thrust to push you over the edge of that cliff. But you don’t fall, you soar high through the clouds as though your body is everywhere all at once, and then he’ll hold you as you come back down.

Contrary to what most ppl believe, he also enjoys receiving. Maybe not as much as giving, but when he's whipped for you, he just wants you to take over his entire being. He craves for you to fill him. Whether that's with and actual dick or a strap. He wants to be a pretty little mess for you and show you how weak you make him.

Jisung also loves to both give and receive. I know he's mostly written as a needy sub bottom. BUT he's a switch (I actually think that has become the consensus these days). He loves being fucked so hard and overstimulated, but there's this need in him to top from time to time. If he's with a female partner, he sometimes can't decide if he wants to fuck your pussy or ass. He wishes he had two cocks (I wish he had two cocks... and there is a fic out there where he's and alien with two purple cocks). He's up for DP with you (maybe minho can join?) One of his favorite scenarios is him inside you and someone inside him. Greedy shit wants all the stimulation.

Felix. He's obsessed with anal play. He loves to have anal with you where you're the receiver, but he's more into anal plugs and dildos. He likes to spread your cheeks and see you're wearing a cute little plug. He likes to wear them too, and It won't be long until he's asking you to wear a strap. He's a curious freak in the sheets tbh. He loves the plugs with dangly charms (I'm sure I've mentioned that before).

Chan. Giver of the best anal of your life. He's big and he stretches you so good. He's noisy when he fucks you like this. You're just too tight. He whimpers, shakes, moans... he's extremely vocal. He has a fantasy of double penetration and is so excited when you mention you want to try. He calls upon a trusted friend and together they fill your holes. He secretly wants to dp you same hole. I think he'd let someone fuck him too, but it would have to be someone he trusts. He feels very vulnerable about it.

Binnie. I feel like he's not as into anal as the other guys, but he still enjoys it. He can't say no to you when you beg him like you do. He always ends up enjoying it when he does. It's something about how much your anus has to stretch to accommodate his thickness that has him whimpering. It's so hard to hold back from fucking into you hard, and once he fully seated inside you, it takes all his self control to not blow immediately. I honestly think you could easily persuade him to let you play with him too. I bet he'd secretly love you to finger him (why does that thought do things to me?)

Jeongin. He acts like he's not into it. He pretends he's not interested. But he's conflicted. It started when you put ideas in his head about how good it'd feel. The more you talked about it, the more normalized it seemed. Then he started to fantasize about it. Jerk off to images of it. He watched a bit of porn. And when he finally agreed to it... well... he's kind of obsessed.

Seungmin. All I can think is "anal as punishment". Like he'd get so angry (roleplaying of course), and he'd tell you what a filthy, pathetic little slut you are. "You don't deserve to have your needy pussy filled. Nope, you're gonna take it in your ass, and you're gonna feel me for days." He's rough, and it stings, but he needs to punish you. It always feels too good for you, and you come so fast even though you weren't given permission to come at all. Deep down he loves that your body just can't stop itself. He also likes that it gives him an excuse for him to punish you more. He isn't one for receiving. But I don't know, maybe you could convince him? He's just a little nervous, and he doesn't want to relinquish control.

Hyunjin. I'm obsessed with imaging Hyunjin and sexual activities to involve art somehow. Especially sculptures. He has this sculpture that resembles a cock that he uses on himself (in front of a mirror because he loves to watch how erotic it is). He uses it on you too, before he sinks his cock into you. With Hyunjin you need to be open to experimentation. He wants to try anal in all the positions you can think of. He needs to see or feel it from all angles. The sex swing he owns comes in handy too. He is up for all combinations. Giving, receiving, dp receiving (yes I said that) dp-ing you - two holes, one hole... he loves it all. Also, the more the merrier for him. I think he'd be involved in group sex. He finds it erotic and expressive.

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[greatwyrmgold]

After Worm ended, Wildbow shared some Parahumans drafts. There are a lot of interesting details that changed, interesting details that stayed the same, and a few things that were just weird. One weird thing that's stuck in my head for nearly a decade is the Rhizome Epidemic.

Out of the snippets provided, the Rhizome Epidemic is only mentioned in the 2004 one, TELUTT (The Events Leading Up to That Thursday). The Epidemic is a bunch of fungus growing somewhere far north enough that it has glaciers. It is noted for sometimes being hostile and producing materials that make great superhero costumes. No seams, bulletproof, cut-resistant, fireproof, "reduces the force of ambient psychic effects," and sometimes transparent.

I could speculate on the origin of the Rhizome Epidemic, whether it's a half-baked Entity "superweapon" or a biotinker creation or some other power effect, but that's impossible to know and not all that interesting. Instead, I'm going to speculate about why Wildbow included it in 2004 and discarded it by 2011.

So, one of the things Wildbow was trying to do with Earth Bet was construct a world where all the standard superhero tropes made sense. Hence (for instance) the 3-4 obscenely powerful precogs, their disparate goals and indirect conflicts pushing the setting towards a superhero norm.

Obviously, Rhizome fabric is intended to help with this. It's the super-suit—nearly invulnerable to damage, good at protecting its wearer from harm, and none of the unpleasant visual clutter caused by real clothesmaking techniques. It even comes with a built-in justification for cleavage windows and the like. It's not a bulletproof suit with a hole cut out right over her heart, it's a bulletproof suit with transparent fabric over her heart!

So why was the Rhizome cut?

Normally, I would argue that the line between "deconstruction" and "reconstruction" isn't fuzzy so much as nonexistent. Both of them take a closer look at a genre's tropes, depicting what the author thinks is a more reasonable version of them. Deconstructions tend to say "This wouldn't work"; reconstructions tend to say "Here's how this could work," but the two are hardly incompatible...especially since genres tend to have multiple tropes to xeconstruct. There are plenty of stories which people could argue as being either de- or reconstructing something; they might outnumber examples which are unambiguously one or the other.

However, the distinction is the most straightforward way to explain the difference between canon Worm and the Rhizome. Worm leans towards deconstructive; it is focused on the ways its setting differs from the Platonic superhero setting more than the reasons why it has superheroes. By contrast, the Rhizome Epidemic is purely reconstructive. From what we saw in the TELUTT draft, it exists to explain why the best/richest capes have costumes that would fit in a Silver Age comic.

Again, reconstructive elements could exist within Worm without ruining its tone; this is obvious, because they exist. (Coil's plans, particularly his early jobs for the Undersiders, are an obvious example.) But the Rhizome Epidemic would still stand out, because it only justifies a trope—and a pretty inconsequential, aesthetic trope at that.

I can imagine a Worm where Rhizome fabrics were incorporated into the narrative weave. Perhaps the flashy four-color costumes are used as a contrast to the grim and gritty reality of the world, with the Epidemic being a disaster that those in power are letting happen because it's convenient for them.

But at the same time, a world where most notable capes have bulletproof costumes, where superheroines regularly flash their cleavage to the world, and where these things exist because of a super-material that only serves to facilitate fanciful costumes and plot armor, is a softer world than Earth Bet needs to be. Worm isn't grimdark (as I'd define the term), but the darkness is needed for the story we saw to come togehter.

[catboyloon]

HOW I MAKE MYSELF HUGE!!!!

been meaning to make this post for a while So!

since i cant really actually inflate my belly for real and i have trouble gaining weight, heres how ive made myself plump, soft, & puffed for the sake of kink

getting fat as fuck: pretty much just stuffing blankets under my clothes, feels really really nice.. pillows work too, but those imo are less reliable and are less so soft and squishable and a bit malleable like a bunch of blankets stuffed to make a fat tummy, but more puffy/returns to form. idk how to really describe it but usually i only throw in pillows if i'm feeling the need to be as big as possible (and even then for me usually 4 blankets satisfy that!)

also you can try wrapping a blanket around others or a pillow (if not multiple layered wraps) for a more managable big plush tummy, really nice to squish and while it may not fully fit under your shirt (though it might feel good to try) it's still so nice

as for stuffing yourself like that, the bigger your clothes are and the more they can stretch, the better! i know that's obvious but still. also applies to inflation as i'll describe below. in fact, when it comes to both kinda of expansion, imo the best clothing for it is something like a kigurumimi. comfy in general, pretty roomy, and can stretch a fair bit without ripping (even though mine now has an accidentally ripped hole in a pretty convenient spot, and a button came off once!)

as for inflation its all basically just "inflate something under your clothes" but i've tried a LOT of things. so here's the options i've had from best to worst:

yoga ball. easy to inflate, easy to deflate, feels good & it's pretty durable, only complaint is how they only go up to about 3ft in diameter i think? maybe 6ft but i'm not sure. not the easiest to fill with water but that's just because i have no real way to fill anything with water here, so... anyway. they're also nice and squishy when left a little underinflated, which is nice because you can have a big puff gut without it also being taut as a drum. then you can go further and make yourself taut if you really want it! solid 8/10, if only it could be bigger..

weather balloons. i have two and have used both at once before (one for my belly the other for thighs/ass, between my legs) but usually just use one. can get SUPER fucking huge, kinda squishy (but not as much as a yoga ball, also not nearly as durable; i've popped one before by accident before.. do not underestimate water i guess lmao) and honestly really good, also pretty squeaky once you get big and full enough, and i've even puffed myself to near immobility with them before. though not the easiest to set up since you'd need something to keep the balloon whatever it's called tight on the hose you're using. i just use reusable zipties tbh since it felt like the obvious solution. also kinda cheap! only like $30 for one on amazon.. another solid 8/10

a clean, unused trash bag. most difficult probably to set up for proper inflation, but honestly not the worst option. feels alright, more crinkly than squeaky though unless you get it REAL full, but the shape/form fitting of it is pretty lacking compared to a yoga ball or weather balloon. 5/10

a basketball. not really that good unless you like tightness/a feeling of pressure, mainly just used it to give myself a puffy crotch bulge & it felt good ngl? though the fact i need to use the bike pump for it sucks, plus it isn't the easiest to deflate as a result. 4/10

a normal ass party balloon. this just sucks shit i'm sorry, they're too small, they're not squishy enough to give you a comfy belly (even the basketball does that better!) and honestly you'd be better off with anything else on here. 2/10

as for pumps:

foot pump. nice long hose, pretty much hands free because i can just, well, use my feetpaws to puff up instead of having to use one (or sometimes both!) hands to operate a pump. works with the yoga ball (even though i don't have one now), weather balloons, trash bag (since anything would work) and probably other things. 9/10

aquarium pump. speed is adjustable but the hoses are tiny, and it's not even that fast at the max setting. good for a slow burn i guess, but ehhh. 5/10, only ever made it work with the weather balloons. the hoses being so thin and it being so slow makes it kinda suck for this, but it will probably be good for inflating my actual stomach someday.. carefully of course

cylindrical hand pump that came with the yoga ball. pretty alright, the motion you have to make with it to inflate something with it is a bit like jerking off so that's kinda nice. only ever worked with the yoga ball, but if i had enough time i could probably make it work with other things. 7/10

bike pump. despite what a lot of art may have you believe, these fucking suck! mainly due to how short they are. the pump itself is short so you can't do it standing up, and the hose is too short to use comfortably without just. sitting in a weird way with the pump probably between your legs. or sitting on the ground and using it but ehhhhhhh. 2/10 it sucks

this is all pretty much it. im curious how all of you do it, but also highly recommend you guys try it out and tell me how you guys feel or think about it! i also might post myself doing this sorta thing more in the future

also uh. something a bit more nsfw,

putting this under a readmore because i cant just spoil things like discord, it feels so fucking good to just hump my own belly when im huge. be that puffed (tbh yoga balls are the best for that, just not when fully inflated) or stuffed (pillows might be better but you could also just wrap them all up in a bundle so). it's like jerking off but better. go bellyfuck yourself today!

[lesbianslovebts]

When I was a young child, I had lots of meltdowns that my mom didn't understand. I would cry and cry, but I could never say what was wrong. Well, it turns out I couldn't even speak in that state, let alone explain what I was feeling. As I got older, I became more prone to shutdowns and bouts of severe depression rather than meltdowns. But now I'm in my mid-late twenties, and I've started having meltdowns again as an autistic adult. It's probably been about a year since they started up again, and I didn't know what they were at first. I wanna share what they're like for me, in case there are any other late-diagnosed autistic people who want to know more about what meltdowns look like in an adult. This is what happened 2 Saturdays ago:

I went to the store and found out they'd changed the deli section around drastically. The person who normally slices my salami wasn't there, and the new person sliced it thicker than I like. Still, as long as I had the right brand, I knew I'd be okay. But then I got home and found out my brother had his kids come over. There was abnormal debris in my path, like toys and backpacks and empty boxes for the new gates we'd had to install. That was overwhelming both visually and spatially. But I was able to heat up my regular Saturday burrito and ate it in my room. I took a nap after to recover from the grocery trip, as I usually do.

When I woke up, things started really going downhill. I stayed in my room and was trying to do things on my computer. I turned on my fan for white noise to drown out the kids, but I could still hear them squeal or cry, come up to my door and bang on it with toys, and there were other loud, unexpected bangs that made me jump in my seat, multiple times. No one had an explanation for me what those were. So, I put on my noise cancelling headphones. That worked for an hour until my ears got tired from being pressed on, so I took them off. I went out of my room to get something.

Then, I realized there were 3 additional unexpected guests over, including another child. My brother didn't tell me or my mom about this, so I froze up when I saw them. My mom pointed out that I hadn't acknowledged their greetings, but I couldn't really say anything, waved awkwardly, and moved on. I holed up in my room again and kept flinching from the noises.

Additionally, my brother, who sounds just like our abusive, alcoholic father, kept yelling at the kids. It sounded like it was right outside my door. Physical anxiety began to set in from the PTSD. Then a migraine came on. It felt like 3 nails were being hammered into my head. I took my pills and tried to sleep some more to prevent it from getting worse, but the noise was too much. I texted my mom about the migraine, desperate for her to quiet everything down, but it didn't happen.

I started breathing abnormally. I sat in my bed, rocking back and forth, unable to sleep. A couple tears fell, but I tried to stop because crying makes migraines worse. The noises didn't stop. I started pushing the heel of my palm on my head where the migraine hurt and dragged it across my skull. It would have looked like I was hitting myself. Then I started sobbing. Mouth open, gut-wrenching, screaming sobs. I tried to muffle it with my blankets, which made it harder to breathe. I coughed and gagged and blew my nose.

When I ran out of energy to sit up, I slumped against the wall, still sobbing, with my arms sticking out and tense. I dug my heels into the bed and dragged them on the mattress, kicking each leg out one after the other. By the time the meltdown ended about 30-40 minutes later, when I'd completely run out of energy, the extra guests left, and the kids were in bed. I laid in bed, exhausted, but unable to sleep. Eventually, I got out of bed to talk to my mom about what happened and what needs to change to prevent this from happening again.

I had no control over the crying, hitting, or kicking. I think frustration and anger were the most prominent emotions I felt. I was also deeply disappointed because it was my birthday weekend, and it was ruined. I still don't know what I can do, if anything, to make these meltdowns easier or shorter when they happen. I'll be working with my therapist on that. Anyway, that's what an adult autistic meltdown looked like for me.

(This is okay to reblog. I invite other adult autistics to share their experiences in the tags or comments.)

[double-barrel-paintbrush]

ideas for Curse of Strahd I had you can steal (for dms)

there's a lot of things for my CoS campaign as DM I'm changing from the book for multiple reasons and I figured I'd share my changes in case anybody would wanna use em too

(spoilers for CoS btw warning also really long and infodumpy)

Strahd and Rahadin are around the same age. they were both like 25 when Barovia became part of the domains of dread (mainly cuz I like the idea of Strahd and Rahadin being like childhood friends that also went to war together)

Strahd getting rid of Sergei was calculated like he casted disguise self or something so nobody would find out it was him. I imagine he had some way of distracting\incapacitating Rahadin so he wouldn't hurt disguised Strahd or stop him from taking out Sergei. Rahadin has no idea Strahd is the reason Sergei is dead and probably blames himself deeply for what happened. (I feel like since Strahd is a really smart man he would've at least tried to hide his crime like he did in I, Strahd also I like the drama of Rahadin eventually learning Strahd was the culprit and in the book I couldn't find any mention of if he knew about Strahd killing his brother or his feelings about it since he's loyal to the Von Zarovich line as a whole I think)

The Vistani as a whole do not work for Strahd only a specific clan of them do which is Madam Eva's clan but the other clans have their own feelings and opinions of Strahd (mainly so no one thinks all Vistani work with Strahd and to differentiate the specific groups of Vistani)

The dusk elves after Patrina was stoned were punished by a curse via a Vistani that worked for Strahd to where they couldn't have kids for 100 years but Strahd wasn't too happy when he found out about that not only because that wasn't the punishment he had in mind and the curse also effected Rahadin. Regardless of the curse Strahd ordered Rahadin to cut the ears of the elves that took part in Patrina's death as a lighter punishment. The campaign starts on the 99th year of it (I didn't feel comfortable having all the dusk elven women killed and it gets rid of the plot hole of the dusk elven men just having half elf kiddos as well as trying to give a plotline of Rahadin having to decide if he wants to have an heir or become a vampire since he's still mortal and is literally 50% of Strahd's impulse control)

No normal Barovian knows that Strahd is a vampire the only people who do are on his side or who want him dead they all assume Strahd is like Strahd the forth or something (there's not really much of a reason character wise I just wanted Strahd being a vampire to be a plot twist to the group also to show how secretive Strahd is)

Doru in the campaign won't start as a vampire spawn at least not til the second chapter of the campaign. He's going to be a temporary member of the party (maybe as like a cleric or bard of spirits). He gets turned by Strahd as a warning to the party after whatever the party decides to do with Escher cuz they need to deal with the consorts and Rahadin to get to Strahd and he gets angrier each time a consort gets dealt with. (I wanted to make the reveal that Doru was turned to be more upsetting since the party would've known him as a friend)

Sergei's ghost possess the Sun Sword (I thought it was cool and so that the party could hear about the truth of what happened from Sergei himself also cuz I never really hear much about Sergei being implemented into the campaign outside of the Krezk pool)

this is all I've got for now uh lemme know if you'd wanna hear more of the ideas I had or if you like em

[lisanamazu]

Or old age or something. Or maybe old age And "something".

Today I read a tweet that amuses me in a good way: "Biologically, by 30, people have already given birth to children and died in the teeth of a predator, so after 30, everything in our body starts to fail in unison." Scientific-unscientific is not the point, it just triggered once again to think about what kind of shit has been happening to my mind in recent years.

Procrastination reaches terrifying proportions. I might not be able to just post a show schedule or wash the dishes for WEEKS. The tab/dishes will dangle in front of my eyes, I will sigh heavily looking at them, tell myself "must" and … do nothing about it.

Fine motor skills. Or rather, WRITING. Yes, for me, as a writer, this is a terrible scourge: not just typos, I sometimes write WRONG WORDS. I think it would be more correct not to throw it off on motor skills, since I can typo between Q and L, but on the brain in general and its understanding of what it is doing. Seriously, sometimes I just write WRONG WORDS.

Spontaneous stuttering. Everything is fine with my speech, I never had any problems with it: neither dyslexia, nor dysgraphia (to point 2), but here, it happens, I talk, I talk, and suddenly I CANNOT go through some kind of sound. As a rule, not a sonorant consonant, that is, one of those on which stuttering usually occurs. Well, I can't at all. Moreover, in the same word, there may be the same sound before it, and it is pronounced normally. It only helps to urgently choose a synonym. Jumps out like a jack-in-the box absolutely randomly.

Symptoms of ADHD, which I do not have (not diagnosed, not tested, we will assume that it is not). I'm talking about keeping fucking attention. I used to have some difficulties, yes, but I could complete part B or part C or write 5 pages of text before I needed a distraction. Now I'm starting to feel this need much more often. If you think that now I need to be distracted after each exercise, then hell there. Not even after the written word. I CAN FALL OUT OF THE WORK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HIEROGLYPH. LITERALLY.

"reading a scroll but getting a funk hole". I'm having trouble reading. Most notably in Japanese, ゆ and よ, especially after [i] (i.e. ゅ and ょ), don't want to be read correctly. ゆ instead of よ, よ instead of ゆ. や does not join the party, but this couple resists both reading and writing, substituting each other. It also happens with kanji: I see one thing, I read another. And no, this is not about underlearning, this happens precisely with well-known elements of the language (come on, try to give me at least a hint that I just don’t know the や column, take a chance XD). In the native language, it manifests itself less due to the fact that we, as a rule, do not "read" literally, we "shoot" entirely, without reading the characters, that is, it flies directly to the reading / writing mechanism, and not to recognition.

And all this is connected with classes that give me the feeling that I live. I want to do them well. In addition, the counting in my mind also flies into hell, I used to count relatively quickly, but now … in the middle of counting, the thought just stops. Banal division/multiplication by 10 can stop me, can it be worse?…

And it all seems like such a small thing, but it affects areas of my life that are important to me and … makes me feel like a fucking unfit and helpless. I seem to be drowning in this, and in the presence of a rotten desire to scoop out, I just go to the bottom.

[hlmowrer]

Weeks 34, 35, & 36: I'm alive I swear!!

Hey there.  Remember me?  I'm that one tall missionary guy that hasn't written you people a letter in a really long time.  My access to computers is pretty limited right now, and I've been quite busy.

The happy news is that it's been a pretty good kind of busy.  

The bad (or maybe good?) news for you is that there's absolutely no hope of me trying to cram the specifics into an email.

So I'll just say that once again, the Lord has given me exactly what was needed to continue.  Living in a house, especially one with other supportive missionaries, has been amazing.  Elder Walker and I help each other grow, and we both have a strong desire to improve ourselves.  Having additional elders in the house really helps grease the social wheels, and actually makes us more productive despite the extra risk of distraction.  It also just does my brain good to be able to look at the flowers out front and the tree lined street and feel normal for a minute.

In addition, we've genuinely made meaningful progress in our work.  Our work with nonmembers is slow, but gradually ramping up.  We've had several cool finding moments, and it's built our confidence.  We received one referral from Yipsilanti, a city on the other side of Michigan.  It was for a woman who has recently been released from prison, and has been researching the church and the Restored Gospel for 12 years!  Teaching her has been amazing, she's lovely, and we're very proud of her for all her progress. The holes in her knowledge are very random though, both in a theological context and in a general life knowledge context.  Imagine what it would be like to learn how to use a smartphone having not used one ever.  It's harder than you would expect.

Our member work has continued to be really positive too!  We've built really good relationships with multiple families that have withdrawn from the community for one reason or another and we're very happy to help them come back towards Jesus Christ in whatever way is going to work for them.  It's heartbreaking to see people be disconnected from the Savior because of interpersonal offenses or guilt or whatever it may be, and I'm so glad I get to be the one to remind them how loved they are.

This last weekend was the worldwide General Conference of the Church, which is always a blast.  During the conference we hear from speakers selected from church leadership on a variety of spiritual topics, and it's always an opportunity to answer personal questions and feel the spirit.  Many things that are extremely important for both me and people I care about were said, but one of the best moments of the entire conference came right at the end, as Russell Nelson (President of the Church) announced the location of a whopping 20 new temples to be built!  This is the second most temples announced at a single conference.  Many of the locations were very cool to hear, but of course my favorite site was Vancouver Washington, my hometown!  I shouted embarrassingly loudly as he announced that a house of the Lord would be coming to Vancouver.

For those of you that have not yet had the opportunity to visit a temple, I cannot effectively describe how incredible the experience can be.  The temple is the most peaceful and beautiful place you can be in this chaotic world, and the most precious experiences of my life have happened in temples.  To have one be built near my home is an incredible blessing, and the more people that have the opportunity to see, learn about, and enter a temple the brighter the world and its future will be.

I sure love you, dear friends.  I hope I can write to you all and hear from you more often moving forward.

-Elder Beren Mowrer

[krystlestasik]

Memories and Lack of Sleep...

In every healing journey you think back to the beginning...while I would like to thank Vice City for my current state of brokenness...it wasn't all him, I've had a small succession of people I thought would never let me down. I'm not sure if that says more about me as a person, the people I'm inevitably attracted to, or some combination of multiple factors...

College Boy and I had chemistry that was intense and consuming...he matched my insatiability and adventure. He was outgoing and the prince to my party princess era. However, no matter how open I was...it was never enough...and he always tried to break/bend rules. Catching him in lies was a normal thing...

Then we had Magic Musician...we connected on such an easy and fun level...the sex wasn't great but gosh we could just hang out and talk for hours... everywhere we would go and anything we would do...it was just easy and we had so much fun. But he put to much value into what other people thought and I just didn't mesh with everyone in his life. We made better friends then a couple and the number of times he cheated was probably even more then I knew. We still talk every once in a while, I'm glad he made some changes...

Then there was my Dark Knight...he was everything MM and CB wasn't but yet had bits of the good from both of them. We moved so fast...two months after we were dating, we moved in together and for a long time everything was perfect. I thought I was gonna be with him forever and had his Dad not died, maybe we would have....but when that happened.... everything changed. He stopped being loving and caring and he was just so angry at the world and he took it out on me. I didn't know how to help...and by the time I realized what he needed, I was so done with the relationship that I stopped trying. I stopped wanting the relationship. I stayed because I didn't know what else to do after being with him for so long...him cheating was actually a convenient out. Don't get me wrong, that shit hurt....so much...but it was more about the fact that promises were broken and more then one person lied straight to my face.

Then we have Stoner Loner...he was great after not dating for five years...but he was co-dependent and had no ambition and suffocated me.

Divorced Dad was next...it was trying to make a round peg fit into a square hole. We weren't actually compatible but I needed feel loved and he did that....until he didn't whenever I would push against control.

Which brings us to Vice City...the boy who broke me...the boy I've spent 9 months trying to heal from...He lied and did terrible things, I lied and did terrible things. At the time, I had some pretty solid excuses...but the more I think about it, I don't know what effected my decisions more... I don't know if I still would have done things somewhat similar even if I didn't have the excuses. Fear and love, they are some of the most incredibly strong emotions...and I had a fuckton of both. The terrible things I did with some solid instigation from Bad Big only further my well of healing because I'm not even sure if that would have played a part in things being different. See...Vice City got into a love triangle between me and another girl...the man who didn't want to date started dating two people. And while he told me he loved me and cared about me and wanted to focus on us and how we would always be in each other's lives...I didn't know that he was likely feeding Voldemort the same lines. He lied about when they met, he lied again about his feelings for her, he lied after he got caught lying about when they met, he abandoned me at my lowest. Yeah, I lied too...and there were opportunities where I should have been honest...but I was loyal... however, no one cares about loyalty anymore...and people's word is shit. I just find it ironic how he decided to abandon me for my lies yet if we were to go lie for lie... I'd think he'd still have the bigger black mark. I didn't lie to manipulate him into not walking away...I didn't lie about my feelings... I didn't lie to go on a trip because it was gonna be fun. I lied about the identity of Bad Big...just a number on a phone...so it wasn't Night Nurse like he thought..but it was someone who could put my feelings into words to try to get him to understand how much pain he was putting me thru and it was my cry for help. My pain, my fear, my blind love for this boy...it cost me pieces of my self...it cost me so much...The bigger fucked up part of everything is... I still miss him... I don't miss the relationship...I miss the friendship I thought we had... I miss the person I thought he was.

And that's the part that I get stuck on while trying to move forward...."the person I thought he was" it has me questioning myself in everything... I no longer have faith in myself... If he could fool me so so so completely...what does that say about me? Yeah Big Bad sorta fooled him about who he actually was too...but I had believed this person cared about me, I believed him when he said he loved/cared about me, I believed him when he said he wouldn't abandon me, I believed him when he said he was my friend. I believed everything he told me, unequivocally....and I would have done anything for him. I did do everything for him. I sacrificed who I was as a person so he could be the Sun and the Moon, so he could be happy, so I could keep everything the same and keep him.

I don't trust anymore, I don't open my heart anymore, I don't try to date anymore. I've been celibate for nine months and....I just don't have another heartbreak in me. While I have went on dates and I even almost got into a relationship with Rugby Introvert...I just... couldn't put me or them thru the hurt.

It's been almost ten months and I have not stopped working on myself...I've become focused to possibly an unhealthy level of growth and learning. I'm at the lowest weight I've been since around the time Dark Knight and I dated...so like the lowest weight I've been in a decade. I am so close to accomplishing a goal I set into place less the a year ago. I have a new career where I no longer stress and worry and deal with bullshit. I have learned the importance of boundaries and I have been uncompromising with them... family or not. I have learned that the only safe person to overshare with is myself...and hence why I journal and blog. I have learned that happiness can only come from myself. I have learned that it's okay to be by myself...and I can adventure solo. I also learned you can miss people and want to reconnect but life still needs to be lived...and there is no reason you should waste time not living for someone who doesn't give fuck about if you live or die.

So...I'm okay living in my "villain era" being solo and being the most awesome version of me. I have watered down myself for so many people for so long. I have put so many other people first...I've compromised my integrity and beliefs and my heart for people that don't deserve it.

As I've told basically everyone in my life now...I will always be there if you want me or need me...but understand that if you can't respect my boundaries or if you don't make effort...that's all I'll be... someone who you can rely on to be there if you call, someone who will occasionally send some memes, someone who will care about you from afar, but I'm not willing to sacrifice my peace, well-being, or heart for those who haven't earned it.

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Since AI is a controversial hot topic right now and I've been watching Battlestar Galactica (1978) for the first time in 10+ years I'm going to make a post about what AI SHOULD be.

So yesterday I finally got to rewatch what was one of my favorite Battlestar episodes when I was a teenager, "Fire in Space". In it, the Galactica is rammed by two cylon fighters, causing massive damage to the bridge and one of their landing bays. This also starts a fire burning on multiple decks which traps a group of people in a rec room, including three main characters: Boomer, Athena, and Boxy. (post introducing Battlestar characters here)

Now, the group in the rec room are trapped by fire on both sides. They have only five oxygen masks for probably 15 people, including a number of wounded and Boxy, who is about six. The only possible escape route at this point is an air vent, which is only big enough for Boxy to get through, but as Apollo (Boxy's father) points out, Boomer would never take a chance with the little boy's life by sending him for help.

But. Boxy's constant companion is a dog named Muffet. And Muffet is a mechanical, artificially intelligent, dog. Muffet has already saved people from a dangerous situation before in "The Gun on Ice Planet Zero" when he gets help for the team stranded on the planet during a snowstorm. The crew on the bridge is still skeptical that the dog will make it though, because there are dozens of air ducts he could wander into that don't lead to the bridge. However! Apollo remembers that Boxy taught his dog to sniff out candy (as any small child would do) and tells them to put some in the bridge's air duct to lure the dog there.

It works. Muffet arrives on the bridge with a note from Boomer explaining their situation and lack of oxygen masks. They attach a bag of the masks to Muffet and send him back through the air ducts, telling him to "Find Boxy". Muffet does, bringing the masks and a note that, in a desperate attempt to stop the out-of-control fire, they're about to blow a hole in the hull of the Galactica (so basically, hold on and don't get sucked into the vacuum of space!).

And then Muffet goes back into the air ducts to rescue a fireman he'd seen trapped and injured by the blaze. He pulls the man out in the nick of time, getting half fried in the process.

So what's my point here about AI? My point is that Muffet, as a mechanical dog, can do much more than an ordinary dog and do it in a way that doesn't risk an animal's actual life. Muffet was able to go through the vents and endure the smoke because he doesn't need to breathe air. When he was damaged by the fire he can be repaired and made to work again. He is also intelligent enough to be trained and follow basic commands like a normal dog, as well as having the problem solving/prioritizing skills to bring the oxygen masks to the people who needed them first and then go back to save the fireman.

My point is that THIS is what we should be striving for with artificial intelligence: to have robots smart enough to think logically, follow commands, and who are able to go into situations that would be horrifyingly dangerous/lethal for a human or animal and save/help people. Like, Idk how to say it more clearly, but this mechanical dog from a 70's sci fi show is literally the peak of artificial intelligence we should be striving for. Emergency workers wouldn't even be losing the emotional bond they have for animals they work with, because Muffet is programmed to act like a real dog and he does! He's basically Boxy's emotional support animal. They could get sent into fires, violent areas, etc and not only be helpful but comforting to people who needed it!

Additionally, this is all taking place in a show where they literally told us that the cylons, the evil race trying to eradicate the humans, are robots who became smarter than their creators (who were not humans, btw) and outlived/killed them. Both sides of the coin are 100% present here.

Also, Muffet looks like this:

tl:dr this mechanical dog from a 1970's tv show is the peak of artificial intelligence and I don't know why we aren't making more of him.

[sanguinifex]

There's these two categories, affini and florets, and the affini and even some of the florets assume that independent sophonts just aren't lucky enough to have found an affini yet. Affini feel entitled to have florets, and coercing at least some sophonts to become florets is normalized, especially to correct feralism--and that's a hair away from an affini deciding they must have a random sophont, trying to coerce the sophont, the sophont defending themself, and getting labeled a feralist for that. And what if an independent sophont wants to have a floret of their own?

Basically, while the HDG universe is very queer, there's a lot about the structure of the Affini Compact that replicates heteronormativity and gender hierarchy in really orthogonal ways to the real-world heteronormativity and gender hierarchy. You've even got the trope that affini can't be friends with sophonts without making the sophont want to be their floret. And I'm still struggling with what it means that a very queer and trans setting would do that. Is it reflecting our traumas? Is it an outgrowth of the dubcon kink the setting is largely based around?

Like, I like the fictional idea of a feralist being all "You'll never break me, plant!" and then getting made to enjoy it, that hits exactly the sweet spot made by growing up super religious and being told your sex drive would send you to hell, but if the affini entered Earth's airspace tomorrow, I wouldn't be a feralist--at least, not unless they completely bolloxed first contact. I'd recognize the massive technological superiority and make the pragmatic choice, though if this were a first contact scenario where I was unaware the affini existed, I'd need some convincing that the fully automated luxury space communism was real. And once I was convinced, I'd want them to simply fix my health problems and let me run a restaurant, something I've always wanted to do but gave up on because it has a 67% failure rate under capitalism.

And I'd want to do that without worrying about an alien stalker abducting me and coercing me into signing away my personhood. Because the affini themselves aren't always mentally healthy, and even the healthy ones have a strong domestication drive. And this is where the setting, at least in the core fics, doesn't seem to have any guardrails, probably because the people writing them all want to be florets.

Basically, I love the sci-fi setting, it's just it has to be said that wanting to be an independent sophont in it is something like coming out as asexual or nonbinary or both, which is all the more ironic in a fandom where a lot of E-rated fics don't actually have any depictions of genital contact because everyone is getting off on the mind control. (And I don't get off on the mind control. I'll be reading and be like "oh yeah I guess this is supposed to be the porn bit" and it does nothing for my downstairs. The reluctant feralist stuff would do a lot more for me if there were vines in someone's hole(s).)

Basically: Love the scenario, I have this disease where I have to deconstruct things. Also I want a space restaurant where I can introduce multiple species to the perfect mac'n'cheese.

I look at the HDG setting and have concluded that trying to exist as a fairly well adjusted independent sophont who just wants to run a restaurant poses similar challenges to being a human in our world who wants to opt out of gender.

[wantonrowls]

Stray Kids headcanons: Them as Sugar Daddy

Han Jisung

When the owner of a club that you were working for as a waitress delayed the payment on Han, never have you expected that out of the multiple women in there that he would pick someone like you as the payment. It was like an aimless hit, you were never an entertainer in there in the first place. You work there for part time as a waitress and when you overheard an aggravated Han assaulting your manager pinning his head with a butcher knife on the floor, you met his eyes and that mistake lead to another. Han knew that you heard them and that he was not gonna let you go easily so it made you an easy target as a payment of your manager. And since you have a lot of debt under your manager, you know best not to complain.

He handed you a contract about a Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby agreement which made you more super confused. He told you that you should draw a line and that he needed you to escort him and you should always respond to his requests. You crossed your arms, still unsure in which Han told you that if you're not comfortable with the things he wanted you to do then you should tell him immediately. Han assured you in exchange of the services that he would fulfill the wishes you needed in your life because it's supposed to be that way.

Leaving no holes in his statement, you wrote down your signature sealing it with the stamp of your thumb.

Han's work includes his hands getting dirty when necessary which was a land dealer. This was the reason why he looks like a thug or some sort of a mafia the first time you saw him accidentally almost about to butcher your manager. With that note, you're always walking on eggshells near him, afraid to piss him off.

The next day you woke up to the sound of a revving car outside your house. When you perked up, Han smiles at you.

"Good morning doll, hope you had a good sleep, wash up and let's get going" "Uhm, how did you found out about where I live?" "I know a lot more than that" "What-" "Wash up doll, let's go"

He took you out to shopping like a normal date. This side of Han was unexpected as he was smiling from ear to ear, excitedly picking in between the dresses and skirts while he shows it to you which you disagreed when he wanted you to try it on. And hey, this is Han we are talking about, he doesn't take no for an answer. When you went out of the dressing room he was in awe. Jaw almost dropping on the floor, you just look…mesmerizing that Han can't keep his hands to himself scooping you by the waist as he plants a kiss on your neck. You jerked your head to the side, uncomfortable with the kiss and when you panned your gaze back at him it's as if Han immediately changes his demeanor like a switch, more eager to pull your waist.

"I'm sorry doll, You just look so beautiful. Are you getting uncomfortable?" in which you nodded at him "Use your words, doll" his thumb carressing your lips, signaling for you to speak

"Y-yes" "What was that Y/N? Hmm?" "Y-yes D-d-daddy.." "Good Girl. We shall head back home then"

Home? Ah you just can't even comprehend his words when he said home. His concept of home is far more different than yours, it was a fucking penthouse with large gates and multiple body guards securing the area. It had a fucking huge swimming pool and out of all the rooms that he toured you on, his bedroom was the most luxurious thing you had ever seen which was shown on your face.

The first paycheck that you received from him was massive in amounts. It paid all of your debts, It advanced your rent and you have stock of groceries for yourself for the upcoming month. You have never been this happy opening your bank account so to return the favor you gave Han the bestest bj he has ever experienced. Like, eye-rolling, hair-pulling, cum-dripping experience for the both of you. Han after that became more clingly towards you, always calling you, always has an excuse on his sleeves just so he could see your face, always have to have you on his arm whenever he attends to something say a ball, a party or gambling but never when he's working as it could get bloody.

You're always gonna get pampered by Han with the latest bag and the latest shoes and if you're oh so eager again to return the favor, he loves it if you allow him to nip on your chest, leaving lots of hickeys in display only for his eyes to see.

Han switches his moods in a click. If he's in a dominant mood, he'll show it to you by manhandling you or enjoying you on your knees for hours until it bruises you. If he's in a caring mood, he'll let you lead by allowing you to pin him on the bed by your thick thighs, almost suffocating him while he licks you hours on end. This also means that if sex is allowed in your relationship he'll let you be a pillow princess while he does the work.

Lee Felix

When he spotted you at the bar while you're just working the night, you never expected that a Lee Felix would hand you an escort contract, like, what the fuck, Lee Felix? the one who owns multiple food chains globally? the one who always arrives at the back door with his huge body guards? the one who always pulls up with a new car every night? You never took it seriously until you saw his eyes that he was far more than joking about the idea.

"But I'm a bartender here, I don't work as an entertainer nor an escort" "That's why you're far more than qualified for the job, Y/N" "You don't get it, I won't be able to fix your issues" "But I could with yours,Y/N. I know you have a lot going on on your hands that's why I really wanted you to do it"

There's no escaping to that. Felix knows your debts and your rent due, he already knows that you've been sending small amounts of money to your parents back home which leads to you barely having enough to fund for yourself, he knows it all like the back of his hand. Left with no choice, you gave him what he wanted, to be a Sugar Baby.

The upcoming days felt like a dream. Felix pulled you out of misery in an instant. He let you live on his penthouse in exchange for your services, to make him happy.

And to make him happy, you have to give your 25/8 attention to him, be an attentive listener to him unless he said no and all in all be a good girl on your knees. If he arrives home from a business outside and he's in his bad temper, you better be wearing the lace underwear on his bed, ready for him to use your mouth.

If he comes from a trip abroad or just outside, you're always gonna receive a gift from him because he's just that affectionate. He loves showering you with bottles of perfume or watch or whatever you prefer, it's always a surprise.

Felix, in his cute and neutral mode, will always gonna ask if he could suck on your nipples. Whether if you're just chilling on his couch, on his car in the middle of the traffic, in the private cinema, wherever his kink fits and you better allow him. Like how can you not with that cute round cat eyes that he pairs with his purring

"Can I suck on your nipples baby?" "Felix I thought you were sleeping" "I could, if you let me suck on your tits" "My gosh, you're obsessed"

His hand will always gonna be on your waist travelling down your ass whenever someone hits on you at an event. It's like a signal to back off because he owns you. He loves seeing your neck decorated with necklace, and you know what, Felix loves biting you. Whether your thumb, your index finger, your shoulder, your earlobe or whatever his mouth could reach, it's always gonna get bitten by him, not in a harsh way. It's like an assurance for him that he's the only one who could do that to you.

Felix enjoys toys so to punish you if you've done something bad, he'll show no mercy until your mouth is full of his cum. His dick would be balls deep down your mouth while a vibrator is stuck on your cunt in the highest setting. The moans, the vibrations and the softness of your tongue always sends him to heaven which allows him to milk faster.

Felix is also a show off. He's in a bundle of awe whenever his investors compliments you or your good looks or whenever they compliment you as a couple. It's an ego boost for him if he sees that they're jealous of him to score someone like you.

What makes Felix be in distaste or in an awful mood is if someone makes you uncomfortable say by a compliment or a gesture. Like that one time when that arrogant investor asks how good are you in bed or does Felix want another slut and immediately with a flick of his finger, his personal security team pins the bastard to the ground, a gun to his head while Felix covers your ears.

"Everyone, this is what happens when you forget that I'm not fucking around" He announces as he pulls the trigger, a bullet struck on the forehead

This made you look at him in a different light. Like anytime you think of escaping him, he'll immediately pull the trigger on your head, like that cunt-mouth investor. Which Felix assures you while he hugs you tight on his chest back on his penthouse, that he'll never do that to you

"How sure are you that you won't kill me" "Because I'm asking you out on a formal relationship" "Wha-" clueless as he kneels infront of you

"Can I be your boyfriend, Y/N?"

[blorbocedes]

Okay I'm deep deep into the brocedes rabbit hole here and on ao3. But please do clarify one thing for me - I saw the AD16 press con and then I fell upon the Cannes 17 pictures of brocedes with Vivan? Where they did seem like they were getting on? How did it go from to now? Am I missing something in the timeline?

This took me 3 business days to answer cause I am deeply normal about them

alright sweet bestie anon... let's do a quick rundown of the post 2016 brocedes

january 2017, IWC gala nico had the post pregnancy (wc) glow, vivi had actual pregnancy glow, Lewis' questionable styling choices

We know around March, Nico was in london and literally gout out of his car to RUN after lewis who was on a jog and they chatted a bit

Then in May, they were at Cannes!

very happy go giggly

They even did a Mercedes event together where they were being reasonably charming, Lewis aired him on his German translations and Nico was in war crime denial ☺️

What I'm trying to state is even though fandom like to makes it out that they HATE each other -- they don't really? at the end, if you take lewis' final press con in 2016 he said he was proud of nico, all their childhood memories etc. nico has stated multiple times after 2016 he understood what lewis did in AD16 by slowing down and it was to win the race, so they didn't have any bad blood when nico retired. but the other thing to note is these were all professional events, work events even -- hanging around the millionaire gala events, and I'm pretty sure Vivian's presence (who has also known Lewis since she was 18) helped ease that. they were NOT like hanging out on their own, or being anything more than coworkers being pleasant at work events

now Nico followed Lewis on social media almost immediately after 2016, and has wished him for every WDC win

https://twitter.com/nicorosberg/status/1056670317957922816?s=21&t=HES4xJgj4Pzjkq64MhQAEQ

https://twitter.com/nicorosberg/status/1117461452707725313?s=21&t=HES4xJgj4Pzjkq64MhQAEQ

https://twitter.com/nicorosberg/status/1191094863099551745?s=21&t=HES4xJgj4Pzjkq64MhQAEQ

https://twitter.com/nicorosberg/status/1327945878238359552?s=21&t=HES4xJgj4Pzjkq64MhQAEQ

all of which went ignored, (this one kills me particularly, in light of 'we're not friends')

https://landoavocado.tumblr.com/post/635028012501450752/amgroscoe-baby-steps-fam-baby-steps which is the only one Nico didn't tag him in so he presumably found it on his own going through the lewis tag

There's a podcast with Prost where he sort of tells them to get the band back together like he managed to do with Senna, and Nico hesitates saying that someone needs to make the first step.

BUT

At the same time, at Niki Lauda's funeral weekend when the Monaco GP was happening and everyone was somber -- Lewis won... and remember Niki was hugely important for the current Merc success, as well as a mentor to both Lewis and Nico

and here's Lewis in 2019 spraying champers DIRECTLY at Nico Blobsberg https://inlovewithmullez.tumblr.com/post/185156306232/lewis-nico-and-champagne

I wish I could explain this event. i can't.

Look at nico RUNNING to save his cream coloured suit https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx7w3TnALZf/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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And then the besties took a selfie at Niki Lauda's funeral. none of this I can explain but it happened and we have to bear witness

In 2019, when Lewis won his 6th title at the US GP, Nico came to his car and they talked about it (have a whole post dedicated to it here)

Here's Anthony talking about Nico and Lewis being teammates and keeping a picture of them unicycling as kids

Lewis has a thing where he won't publicly mention or acknowledge Nico but then at 2021?? they were at the same yacht in Monaco with Toto, Susie and others???

which sort of makes sense they still hang around the same rich people circles and Monaco is TINY esp for millionaire circles

They can even have a nice little chat about pitwalls without murdering each other -- granted it's not a sky interview (is that better??? worse???)

In AD 2021, Lewis also admitted he's a better teammate now, completely unprompted, when the question had been if he's a better driver now and that's the first time he admitted he might've been not great to nico too. And Nico was WATCHING and basically stopped functioning, with jenson live slug reacting. It's a Treat

In 2022 was Lewis saying how Nico's family had been the first place he'd stayed in Monaco (where he still lives now. same building as blobsberg)

And Nico saying how things are neutral, they share a lift sometimes where Nico takes his daughters to the pool and Lewis goes to the race track and how he'd never given Nico a present that he can remember but he did give his daughters! something!!! while Natalie Pinkham tries to play marriage counselor, and the definitive final word is "neutral"

https://bibibitch1308.tumblr.com/post/685806605859700736/ill-just-leave-this-here

Nico does commentary for Sky, where he's asked about Lewis a lot and despite what you may think about his bitchiness, most of it is very complimentary and clearly respects Lewis as a driver.

In 2023, Spain, Lewis name dropped Nico and how karting was some of his best years, and a year later he would be teammates with Nico (!!!)

And 2023 Spain, Nico interviewed Lewis who was p2!!! And they were both stuttering and giggly about it!!!!!!

This list is by no means comprehensive but it paints a more accurate picture than the fanon idea they wanted to murder each other post 2016 (which is why seeing the 2017 pix can be bizarre)

Tldr; they're not friends, but they're also not enemies (not how it was at the peak of their rivalry) and they're still neighbours 😭

[midnight-lilac-blue-hues]

A Break from Work

Childe can't be away from his bunny

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Childe x bunny!reader

Warning!!! NSFW below the cut

AFAB reader, One night stand, grinding, pet names, oral (both giving and receiving), throat fucking, multiple orgasms, biting (just a little bit), fingering, praising, cervix hitting, creampie, pillow talk.

Note: sydhjaahwi I'm literally dead lol. I'm so sleepy, also this is a repost lmao.

Part 1

Being without you was something Childe thought he could do. He'd done it before, but not to this extent. Going on months without your body to help him relieve his stress. It was maddening. Only having his fist to fuck, was nothing compared to your pussy squishing around his cock.

It got so bad, that his male workers encouraged him to find someone to sleep with, even if it was for one night. So he did, finding his way into an underground club. The sea of bodies pressing against each other drew Childe in.

It wasn't long before he had a woman underneath him. After all, he was a Fatui Harbinger and a young one at that. As his hips meet her ass, Childe couldn't help be feel like something was missing.

"Cumming~!" The woman moaned, gripping the sheets of the hotel bed.

"Tch," Childe hissed out. It had been a while since he felt a hole clench around him like that. It wasn't enough for him to cum though. He kept fucking her, his eyebrows furrowed trying to imagine you. But with the lack of bunny ears and tail, it wasn't going to happen. "Archons, fuck. Come on!"

The woman's moans didn't help his problem either. It annoyed him for some reason. So he pushed her head deeper into the bed, successfully muffling her noises. He was finally able to focus on imagining you, "Fuck, there we go. There we go."

He closed his eyes, feeling the trembling hole frantically clench around his cock. Your soft moans flooded his ears, and he quickly felt his hips stutter. He pulled out, jerking himself off before cumming over her back.

She peeled herself off from the bed, hearing Childe fumble to get his clothes on right. "So you wanna make this a normal thing?" She said with a smile.

"I'm sorry. I'm not interested in that kind of thing," he lied. He liked doing that stuff with you and only you. She was just a one-night-stand, nothing more.

"Aww, are you sure~? You pleased me quite well, it would be a shame if you just-"

"What did I just say?" He quickly cut her off, standing up from the bed to look down at her. His blue eyes shot right through her, making her shut her mouth. He left without another word.

He needed to see you soon or he was going to combust. Lucky enough, his work brought him to the nation next to you. Childe figured he could disregard his duties for a couple of days, so he left. It was nighttime when he reached your apartment. His cock was throbbing in his pants.

He knew you were behind that door, also feeling hot and bothered. And he was right. You didn’t have anyone else to help satisfy your needs. Only a few dildos, that were easily outmatched by Childe.

He knocked at the door and waited. You opened the door to see Ajax standing there, after months of being away. "Ajax," you said, as he pushed himself inside of your house and your arms. Closing and locking the door behind him.

He pressed himself into your smaller frame, letting out a deep sigh, that sounded more like a moan. You didn't say a word, instead, you breathed in his comforting scent. He smelt like a fresh ocean, which made you relax. He shifted you to a wall, his thigh resting right under your crotch. You unconsciously started rubbing yourself on him, moaning softly into the crook of his neck.

Childe let out a low chuckle, "I knew it," he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wall. "My horny bunny couldn’t take care of herself," he purred into your ear sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers found your chin, tilting your face so he could see your eyes. It had only been a few moments, and you looked like a wreck with tears in your eyes. He flashed a sadistic grin and shuddered, before kissing your lips, quickly turning it into a make-out session. You moan into his mouth, not realizing his hands are guiding the movements of your hips.

He broke the kiss to focus on marking your neck. “Ajax,” you whimpered into his ear, “I thought you wouldn’t be back for a while.”

“Shhh,” he pulled you closer, squishing your body onto him, “I don’t wanna talk about it. Just let me feel you.” His hands roamed around your ribs, down to your tail, then back up to your shoulder blades. You whimpered again, mindlessly rolling your hips down on his thigh. “The only thing that matters is, I’m here, and I’m ready to fuck you dumb,” he nipped at your jawline, and you melted.

“Please do.”

He slipped you down from his thigh, forcing you onto your knees. You pressed your cheek against his bulge, already knowing what is coming next. You looked up at Childe only to see pure lust in his eyes, wanting to fuck himself empty into you. He brought his hand down, rubbing your head, as he undid his belt with the other. He pulled out his angry red cock, and tapped it on your lips.

“Say ‘Ahh’,” his hand moved behind your ear, scratching it forcing a moan from you, as he forced his shaft into your wet mouth. You relaxed your jaw as much as possible as Childe’s cock pushed into your throat. Feeling the heavy cock on your tongue caused you to moan around his grith. “Fuck, good girl,” he hissed, pulling his cock out of your mouth, only to slip it back in a bit further. It wasn’t long before Ajax was fucking your throat. Your head pressed between the wall and Childe’s hips. His hand gripping your fluffy ears, using them to force you down on his cock. Your eyes fluttered, looking up at Childe and his wide grin. “Such a good bunny, hm? Letting me fuck her throat. Taking it like a good girl should, fuck.”

His praises flooded your ears, making your thought lose all meaning. You reached down to your crotch, palming at your clothed wetness. Slick split through your shorts onto your fingers, making you moan. You felt Childe’s thrust get rougher, pulling your ears harder before his cum filled your mouth. He held your head muttering, “Take it all down Bun,” before feeling you swallow his bitter cum. He pulled his still erected cock from your mouth, seeing your mouth hanging open, gasping for air and drool falling out.

“Good girl,” he whispers, running his thumb across your cheek, wiping a few stray tears away. You lean into his touch, still touching your pussy.

“Ajax,” you purred. Your shorts were ruined, and your hips rutted into your palm.

Childe didn’t say a word, instead, he pulled you up by your arm, quickly guiding you to your bedroom. He pushed you down onto the bed and removed his clothing. He dipped his head between your thighs, sliding your shorts off revealing your dripping slit. His ragged breath brushed your untouched clit, causing your hips to jolt. You squirm, knowing that Ajax is going to easily make you cum. “W-wait,” you try to warn him but Tartaglia simply holds your thighs and hips down, before licking a fat stripe along your slit.

“FUck!” you squeaked out, hands flying down to the ginger’s hair. Childe’s tongue slips between your folds, running over the hole up to your clit. He sucks down at the buddle of nerves, forcing a string of whines and moans to fall from your mouth. “Archons, Ajax,” his eyes shoot up to meet yours. He gives a quick smile, before pushing his tongue inside of you. Your eyes cross, and you let out a silent scream. You tightly grip his hair, forcing his mouth harder on your pussy. “C-cumming, Aaah” your voice cracks, as you release into Childe’s mouth, your body curling up as you did so. The ginger continues to lap your juices up, eating you out like it was his final meal. He pressed kisses up and down your thighs, sometimes nipping and leaving bite marks.

He eventually comes back up, whipping his mouth with his fingers, before sucking on them. He let you come down from your high, before pushing two of his fingers into you. “Still wet. Archons you’re so good to me.” His fingers gently rocked into you, slowly riling you up again. “You know, I tried to get you out of my head,” he said listening to your soft whimpers, “but for some reason, I couldn’t.” His fingers curled upwards, hitting your g-spot, and you yelped, “I tried fucking other women, but no one compares to you.” His fingers split inside of you, stretching you out as you sobbed, “I don’t think I’ll be able to fuck anyone because of you so.” He pulled his fingers out and then placed his heavy cock on top of your cunt.

“Take responsibility for it,” he growled.

You paused, seeing the mortal Archon in front of you, before saying “Yes sir.” You can’t say no to Childe.

You felt him shiver as he let out a loud chuckle, “Good bunny.”

Ajax pushed your thighs to your stomach, exposing your soppy pussy to him. His cock slowly sank down into you, making sure you felt every muscle contract from him. Ajax bit his lower lip as he bottomed out into your tight hole, watching your face contort into pleasure. His shaft bumped at your cervix, preventing him from continuing. So he pulled his cock out, leaving half of it inside, then pushed it back in. You yelped again, clutching onto the bed sheets. “Fuck! AjAx~!”

His pace was ruthless, and as he pounded your pussy, he muttered sweet nothings into your ear. “Comrade, your cunt is so perfect. Hm. If I could, I’d have you around as my sex toy.” But his comments were going through one ear and out the other, you were overcome with pleasure as your mind turned to mush. He put you in a mating press, which drove you wild. His pelvic bone constantly slapping at your clit stimulated your orgasm. “I could- Fuck!”

Tartaglia was cut off by your hole fluttering around him, deciding it was better for him to help you ride out your orgasm. “‘M~!” You squeezed your eyes shut, clawing at his back. So hard, in fact, your nails left behind angry red lines up his back.

“I know,” he growled, finding your hand and squeezing it with his own. As you rode out your high, Childe pulled out of you to flip your body on your stomach. He slammed his cock back in, now searching for his own climax. Your moans bounce all around, as Childe fucked you. Childe pulled you back by your hair, cursing in Snezhnayan seeing your back perfectly arched. His muscles tighten and his cock kissed your cervix, “FUck, [Name]. Archons!!” Your womb was flooded with his seed, and soon enough your entire pussy. You were so dizzy from being fucked hell and back.

As Ajax caught his breath, he pressed kisses onto your back. He pulled out to roll you over, laying on his back, “Archons, I think I just emptied my balls in you.” You giggled, not expecting that to come out of him, “I’m serious! I couldn’t cum at all for weeks! Then that happened, fuck.”

“I hear you, I hear you," you sighed.

“Fuck, that felt amazing,” he turned to you to kiss you, “what am I gonna do now?” He said with a smirk.

[kookscrescent]

A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader ❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up. ❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!" ❒ rating: nc-17, 18+ ❒ genre: smut, pwp ❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz ❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited ❒ release date: may 8th 2021 ❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.

But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

*

“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”

[utaupromptos]

UnderSwap x Dragon-like Reader

A/n: Okay One I wanna say the Underswap Au is not one of my favorites tbh but I feel like it would be wrong to rarely do them. So With some Inspo from other UnderSwap Au x readers, I hopefully got this to feel normal and good Give me some criticisms, please!

TW?: Slight angst???? idk I'm tempted tho.

Summary: Swap and Stretch just came back from whatever their work was to see one of Swap's multiple scarfs and one of three of Stretch's hoodies went missing. Maybe they'll ask their partner what happened.

P.S: Swap and Stretch are in a romantic relationship with only you. They see each other as brothers and friends(to a degree). So no the brothers aren't romantic at all with each other. Just wanna establish that.

Swap and Stretch were just driving back home with some take-home food. They got you some of your favorites as well they got the payment they need to help you feel better after them coming back home late.

Chicken Nuggies! Blue was glad that Stretch reminded him of the payment they need so that way you could forgive them for being slightly late. Although it was meant to be a slight delay pot holes in the road and traffic being a hassle made it so the both of them were late.

"Well good thing tonight wasn't Movie night that they planned right bro?" Stretch said with a light chuckle as he drinks some really honey-infused tea. " Yeah, that's true. We'll still possibly watch a movie with them anyways for the 'Cuddle Punishment' " Swap retorted as they rolled in and parked in their driveway.

Swap grabbed the goods while Stretch Unlocked the door and was already on track to his room to change clothes to change them out for something comfier. Swap saw him head upstairs he put down the food and got it prepared for everyone. Once he was finished he went to his room to look for some change of clothes.

Once we were at a point where he was going through his drawers to try to find a good scarf. One wasn't present. "Hmm, now that's odd. I know I haven't used it so it shouldn't be dirty..."

That's when Stretch came in with an unused hangar. " Look I get it, bro, I need to wash my shirts more than every other week but you didn't need to take my hoodie. This one was clean," he said as Swap looked at him confused.

"One, You still should, and two, Your hoodie went missing as well?"

"As well? Your scarf is missing too huh?"

"Yeah, it is. I barely wore it. Do you think they know?"

"Maybe let's go ask." They go to your room to see if you knew what happened. When they came up to your room door and on it said. 'Nest Mode please be quiet' on a paper sign that is decorated in their favorite shapes.

They both look at each other then looked back at the sign. "I'll go bring up the chicken nuggies and sauces," Stretch said as swap opened the door quietly and looked inside their room.

They see you in the middle of a pillow ring on your bed. A half-done blanket fort was done up above you to make it somewhat cave-like. Your phone was beside a nightlight, that they got for you on your birthday, and it was shining small subtle stars around the room.

As Swap walked a bit closer to you he notice you were asleep curled up with a few plushies in your grasp. That's when he noticed you wearing Stretch's hoodie and His scarf as well. That's when Stretch walks into the room where Swap was notice the situation with chicken nuggies in hand.

The smell of food helped you to wake up and notice their home. You looked around a bit before you groggily grabbed the nuggies from his hands and start eating them. After a few nuggies you looked at them and smiled softly.

"You know you could have called us just in case-"

"Sorry, I had a nightmare so I wanted you guys to comfort me so I got your clothes." You said calmly actually.

"No no, I had an idea how work would be with you two today so I didn't want to bother you two." You said cutting off Swap's sentence calmly. Swap looked a bit flustered as stretch was a bit speechless.

"I know you two got more food so go get it and come back, I know you two don't work tomorrow sooo~ I'll just keep my two best treasures with me all day tomorrow." You said as you watched their skulls blush a pale orange and blue.

As you see them walk back to get their food you felt yourself relax. Your nightmare was of them not coming back home one day or them turning to dust in your hands.

Though human life is shorter's than a monster's life, their fragility makes up for that. You hated that fact you really did.

Once you see them back with their food joining in with you in the bed a smile blooms more on your face as you three just talked about your day and other nonsense.

You are going to enjoy these days with them no matter what.

"Hey um, what was that nightmare ya had anyway?" Stretch asked. You just give him a pat on the head. "I'll tell you guys when you're older." You teased as Swap tried to argue back and Stretch gives you that playful smile that always lifts your spirits as you tried to reason with Swap.

Although you know you need to tell them someday soon. It doesn't have to be this exact moment right?

A/n: A part of me soooooo wanna mess with ya'll by dusting them I'm so sorry. I kinda wanna dust them tho. I really do.