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frenchfrywrites · 3 years ago

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April Showers Day 7: Pissing During Sex

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab gn alpha (soft) dom top reader, sub bottom omega Simeon, piss, omegaverse, omegas have both a penis and vagina, dacryphilia, breeding kink, feminization

Simeon is a wonderful Omega. He’s everything an Alpha could ask for and then some. You’d go so far as to say perfect, after all he’s literally heaven-sent.

You know he thinks the same of you, considering he asked you to spend his heat with him. (Well you’re 99% sure that’s what he said, it's a bit hard to tell when his texts are completely riddled with spelling errors and nonsense.) Spending heats and ruts together are big steps for couples, and you feel incredibly proud of the fact that he trusts you and loves you enough to ask.

Though you’re proud, you stand at the entrance of Purgatory Hall awkwardly. With a deep breath you calm your nerves- because of course you’re nervous, this will be your first time seeing him like this- and push open the doors.

Simeon’s scent hits you as soon as you enter. Like a moth to a flame you follow it blindly until you reach his room. He knows you’re coming, but that doesn’t stop you from knocking.

“Come in,” he calls out breathlessly, and you don’t have to be told twice.

You open and lock the door behind you, even though everyone else is out of the house until his heat is over. The scent here is overwhelming to say the least, but not in a bad way. You take a deep inhale as your eyes find Simeon.

He’s laying on the bed, wound up in the sheets, sweating bullets, with his hand between his legs- no doubt trying to relieve the pain that comes with not being filled. Simeon looks at you with his gorgeous blue eyes like you’re the one who came from heaven, taking heavy panting breaths as your scent begins to flood the room.

“Alpha,” he whines, shuffling around the sheets so he can spread his legs for you, showing off his small, hard cock, and his gaping, completely drenched hole. You get the message loud and clear, making your way to him in quick strides, dropping your bag then crawling over him.

Your instincts are screaming at you to fuck him, to get your knot in him, and breed, but you love him and want to treat him right so you lean in for a sweet kiss. Simeon doesn’t let it stay sweet for long, but at least you tried.

“Alpha,” he pants against your lips, grabbing one of your hands with his wet and sticky ones and shoving it down to his pussy, “please,” he whines, gushing slick onto your fingers. You bite back a growl, pulling away enough that you can strip yourself of your clothes.

You place your clothes around Simeon’s head like a halo, so he’s surrounded by your scent. He lets out a pleased little noise, pressing his face into your shirt, taking heavy breaths and purring.

When he hears your zipper come undone Simeon pulls his head away from your shirt to watch you remove your pants and underwear. It’s not a surprise that you’re hard already, and he moans at the size of you, his hips jerking subconsciously as more slick comes from him to prepare for your impressive length.

You waste no time from there, quickly settling between his legs and rubbing your head against his hole. Cautiously you pause before pressing into him, looking for permission.

“Give me your knot, alpha please, please,” his begging is sweeter than his scent, and on a regular night you may have teased him to hear more of it, but he’s already so terribly worked up. Taking pity on how desperate he is, you push your hips forward with a groan, pressing your cock fully into his hot, wet, gooey, perfect omega pussy with one thrust.

Simeon wails and then a few things happen: first he begins to cry- this isn’t too alarming considering he tends to do it a lot during sex, but what’s surprising is what happens second. He starts to piss.

It sprays from his tiny cock, quickly covering the expanse of his stomach and chest. Your jaw drops as you watch him. You know what’s happening despite the fact that you’ve never seen it in person before. Every once in a while you see it in porn, but it’s so rare considering how primal it is. He’s so overwhelmed by his heat that his body is trying to submit in every way it can.

Your alpha instincts are going haywire at the display, and you nearly bust your knot then and there. Just barely, you hold back, instead focusing on the man beneath you. He’s obviously overcome by all the sensations and feelings he’s experiencing, so tenderly you take his hand in yours, kissing his neck all over, letting out a heavy but calming scent. Simeon whines as the stream tapers off, trying his best to rock his hips against yours. You take the cue, beginning to fuck him in earnest.

“Sorry,” he hiccups between sobs. You coo,

“Don’t be, mate,” Simeon keens at the title, clenching around you, “such a good omega for me, hah, you’re making me feel so good, making me so pleased,” you praise, picking up the pace of your thrusts. His piss spills over along his body with each thrust, soaking into the already slick-drenched sheets.

“Good omega,” he repeats, half delirious.

“Yeah, yes Simeon, gonna give you my pups,” you promise as you reposition your hips, trying to find his prostate, “you’ll be such a good mama, such a- fuck, a good mate, good wife,” his hand- still holding yours, squeezes hard and that’s all the warning you get before Simeon cums. His legs tremble around you as he hiccups something between a sob and a moan, copious amounts of slick spill around your cock, while his cock shoots cum along his stomach and chest.

You keep fucking him, trying to get him to orgasm as many times as he can before you knot him; it’ll keep him sedated longer when you’re waiting for your knot to deflate.

Simeon clings to you as you pound into him, loud squelching sounds echo throughout the room with each thrust. He’s so wet and messy and sticky, you’re already thinking about how rewarding a bath will feel after this wave of heat passes.

“Breed me- ah, alpha,” Simeon begs, sounding completely wrecked. “Give me your pups-hah please, make me pregnant, make me a mama- ah, make me your wife, fill me up, please- oh,” you cut off his rambling when you wrap your hand around his cock, engulfing it completely with your hand. With a few strokes he’s cumming again, arching his back and crying out your name. You catch his cum in your hand this time.

Like last time you keep fucking him, though you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to hold out, as you can feel yourself nearing the edge of a building orgasm. Simeon’s pussy twitches and flutters around you, and you can tell he’s positively aching for a knot, yearning for you to pump him full of your pups. You continue to stroke him off, faster now with the help of his cum that you’ve taken to use as a lube.

He pisses again as you’re jerking him off, once again barely aware of the fact that it’s happening. And again your instincts go haywire, yet this time you don’t ignore them. With a soft growl you bend down to bite a claiming mark into your sweet angel's neck, pushing your cock as far into him as you can, cumming deep inside him.

Simeon babbles happily, locking his legs around you to keep you where you are. He cums for a third time as your knot inflates, stretching him and plugging your cum within his cunt.

When you regain control of yourself you lick and kiss at the bite mark, purring alongside Simeon who’s completely beside himself.

“Oh thank you,” he moans, sounding far less hysterical now that he has your knot in him. He pushes your cheek up and away from his neck so he can now reciprocate the sweet kiss you’d initiated earlier. “I love you so much,” he confesses with a smile. You return the smile tenfold,

“Love you too,” you reply with no hesitation. You kiss again, but Simeon pulls away after a moment, looking a bit displeased.

“What I don’t love,” Simeon begins, his tone laced in disgust, “is laying in my cold pee and slick,” he pouts cutely. You laugh, brushing his hair from his face,

“Once my knot deflates, I’m going to fuck you in the bathtub,” Simeon moans softly, “so you can piss as much as you want, and not have to worry about it.” He huffs a laugh

“Oh my, what a good, providing alpha I have,” he jokes lightly, but it makes you purr all the same.

“And what a perfect, sweet omega I have,” you respond, nipping his neck lightly to hear him laugh.

Simeon is a perfect angelic omega, and you feel blessed to be his alpha.

#wahh last day 😭#april showers event #p/iss #cw dacryphilia #cw feminization #cw breeding kink #cw omegaverse #obey me #spice

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years ago

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Each Harry Eras ... (sexual specialty) (SMUT)

AN: this has been in my drafts for a while and i decided to continue it and finish it today. you can imagine that this is the same relationship through-out time or different. which ever you want. and i came up with this unique concept so you'll have to tell me how you like it. one more thing, each era will vary in length. some are short and less descriptive and some are longer with more details. (sorry for any mistakes i may have missed)

This story contains: riding cock, doggy-style, finger riding/fucking, public mirror fucking, female receiving oral, and missionary (making love)

{ fratboy!harry - prince!harry - lhh!harry - dunkirk!harry - fineline!harry - hslot!harry/2021!harry }

word count: 2418

What each Harry eras sexual specialty is.

{Riding Cock - boyfriend!harry - Frat Boy Harry - sex crazy animals}

One Direction had finished up their concert and Harry and yourself just walked into his hotel room. A few of his bandmates had to share hotel rooms, but they were kind enough to allow you to share one with Harry since he's your boyfriend.

As soon as Harry finished taking a shower (because of sweating so much from running around on stage), he came and laid in the dead center of the bed, completely naked, with a cheeky smile. Then waved you to come sit on his cock. You grabbed a condom (Harry can't afford to become a dad at 18) and rolled it down his dick, before beginning to strip your clothes.

You stripped from your sundress and panties, kneeling up onto the hotel bed and sinking on his latex covered erect cock. You were wet from the foreplay in the back of the van on the way to the hotel so no warming up needed on your part. Because you ride Harry's cock so much, finding the right rhythm and speed didn't take long at all.

Before you knew it, you were bouncing up and down his veiny length as Harry reached up and cupped your bouncing boobs in his hands. The sounds of skin slapping rang through the hotel room and both of your pornographic moans grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, when his cock hit just the right spot inside your cunt, you fall forward and tremble on his lap as your orgasm washes over you. Harry soon follows with his release and his cum fills the tip of the blue condom he has on.

The next morning all his bandmates were giving you both weird glances and that's when you realized they'd heard you riding Harry's cock in his hotel room the night before. Eh, you weren't too embarrassed because going on tour with a boyband and having one of them as your boyfriend meant sex happens and it happens a lot, so so what if they heard. Next time you might just give them a little show!!

{Doggy-Style Sex - boyfriend!harry - Prince Harry - on birth control}

You're at Harry's house in London. Just finished a movie and things got heated fast when he whispered in your ear to go get on his bed, making sure to specify naked and on all fours. You rushed to his bedroom and did as he told.

Once Harry had turned off the tv and all the downstairs lights, he came up the stairs and to his room where he sees you whimpering as you teasingly rubbed you clit because you got impatient and it was throbbing. He's quick to discard his sweatpants and Rolling Stone t-shirt (not even having underwear on) and crawls up behind your body.

Though your favorite position is doggy and people associate that position with rough sex, Harry isn't really rough at all. He pushes your backside towards his cock and reaches down to align his precum dripping penis with your pussy. You bend your head down and look between your legs at the sight, feeling even more turned on.

Because you're so stretched out from the sex you'd had earlier, Harry doesn't hesitate to slip right in and began fucking into you. He stands on his knees behind your body and has each of his large hands around your ribcage. Occasionally bringing his hands up to dancing his finger tips over your spin. You keep your arms straight in front of you, gripping the sheets for dear life.

After minutes of Harry thrusting his veiny cock inside your tight pussy, he reaches over your body, his shoulder length hair hanging down and grazing your back, and one hand goes to fondles one of your hanging boobs and the other hand reaches down and begins rubbing your clit.

His fingers always bring you to your climax and you soon release on his cock, crumbling down on the mattress because you have no strength left in your arms and legs. With your pussy contracting around his cock, Harry can't help but come right after you. He gives a few more light pounds to your pussy and then he's the one screaming moans left and right as his cum is being inserted into your cervix.

Afterwards, your ass is red from his body repeatedly colliding with yours, so Harry gives you a butt massage with some lotion and cuddles you to sleep. But not before giving proper aftercare to your now sensitive cunt.

{Finger Riding/Fucking - boyfriend!harry - LHH - not into vanilla sex}

You are both naked, inside a hotel. Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, both feet panted on the carpeted floor below. You standing directly in-between his spread legs. Then Harry conjoins two of his fingers on his right hand and curves his wrist down, bringing them down slightly lower than your dripping pussy. You stand on your tippy toes and hover over his upright fingers before slowly sinking down on them. Once Harry's thick fingers are completely stuffed inside your cunt, you start riding them.

Your feet are flat on the carpet now and you squat, bending your knees ever so slightly, and raise back up straight. You have to reach forward and place both your hands on Harry's shoulders to keep balance. Repeatedly, you go up and down on his fingers that he has slowly curved within you and is petting your g spot with precision.

When your legs began to go numb and you feel as though you'll fall any minute, Harry slings his left arm around your waist and pushes you down on his opened thigh. After that, he finger fucks your pussy so hard that you crumble in his hold and Harry knows he'll need to give you many minutes to recover from your earth shattering orgasm that was done with his fingers alone.

{Mirror Fucking - fiancée!harry - Dunkirk Harry - birth control implant}

You're out in public when Harry got turned on and whispered for you to walk to the unisex bathroom with him. You spot the unisex bathroom (so both of you could enter) and go in, locking the door behind yourselves. The bathroom is a one person bathroom so you haven't got to worry about other people in stalls.

You lift your dress up and slip down your panties while Harry undoes his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers to his knees. Then you bend over the counter, directly in front of the big mirror, and you can feel Harry's large cock graze down your back side and go between your puffy folds. Then he slips into your tight pussy with ease, moaning into your shoulder as he's bent over your body.

When Harry is completely inside your pussy, he starts thrusting hard and fast, knowing you haven't got much time. You start crying out as you feel the head of his dick hit the deepest parts in you and Harry has to bring a hand down to cup over your mouth and prevent the pleasure sounds to leave the bathroom.

Then when Harry feels you squeezing him as a sign you're about to come, he takes his left arm and hooks it around your waist, lifting your body off the counter top, and holding you straight up against his clothed chest. When you look forward, you can clearly see his cock thrusting into you and it has your body quivering in his hold.

He removes his hand from your mouth and brings it down to rub your clit for you. Watching how Harry's fingers work your sensitive clit, that was the last straw for you and you come around his cock. You have to turn your head and press your lips to his shoulder in order to keep your moans at bay. Soon following, Harry comes deep inside your cunt, also bending forward a bit and pressing his mouth to your dress covered shoulder blade to hide his moans and groans.

Afterwards, Harry slips out and is quick to grab some paper towels to wipe up and catch his inevitably dripping come that will drip from your sore pussy. When you're all clean and dry, you pull your panties back up and tug your dress down from where it was bunched up at the waist. Harry pulls his pants and boxers back over his naked lower half and redoes his belt properly so it's secure around his narrow hips.

When you leave the small public bathroom, your hair is a bit messy and your hearts are racing, and just hope no one concludes you both just had sex.

{Oral Sex - husband!harry - Fine Line Harry - loves your sweet pussy juice's}

You're laying on the couch with Harry's head between your legs. During quarantine you both have stayed inside and pretty much cuddled and had sex, oral or penetration. In this instance, its oral sex being given to you because your pussy is one of Harry's favorite foods to devour. Basically why he wrote a whole ass song about your sweet juices.

With your legs butterflied out, Harry has each of his large hands settled on your hips to keep you still as he repeatedly flicked his wet tongue over and over again on your sensitive clit. Occasionally, he'll glance up at your reaction and smirk at how good of a job he knows he's doing to have you yell out pornographic moans like you are.

You reach down and grab a fist full of his brown curls and force Harry's head as close as possible to your cunt and eventually begin to grind on his face, allowing the stubble he's growing to add to your pleasure. Then your back arches high off the couch beneath you and you come all over his tongue.

Big waves of pleasure wash over you as your husband nibbles on your clit and you have to push his head away from how overly sensitive you've become. Harry sits up and smiles as his upper lip and chin is dripping with your cum. Then he's maneuver so he's hoovering over your limp and heavy breathing body and whisper in your ear, "Taste so good for me baby. S'why I wrote a whole song about your lovely pussy juice's."

{Missionary - dad!harry - 2021/HSLOT (not touring though) Harry - vanilla sex}

It's late at night after you've put your kids to bed and Harry is currently balls deep inside your pussy. His hands are planted on each side of your head and his knees are bent on the sides of your hips, pressing into the mattress below. The bed is slightly shaking and every time Harry retracts his hips and slams them forward, it makes your big boobs flop on your chest.

With the room being dark, you can't see much but you can feel the heat radiating off Harry's chest in front of you and you crave more warmth. So you take each hand and grab at his back to pull him forward and that creates him to collapse on top of your body. He makes sure to do it carefully though so he doesn't hurt you in any way.

Harry lays his head on your shoulder, still thrusting in and out of your wet cunt, and now this quick mummy and daddy bed time fuck has turned into love making. He lays kisses on the skin of your neck and you scratch your fingers down his naked back. You wrap your legs around his waist and dig your feet into his ass cheeks.

Both your breathing becomes unsteady and you conceal your moans as much as possible so your mini cock blockers won't interrupt your intimacy. Then when you feel your orgasm right on the edge of being present, you grind upwards and Harry's trimmed pubic hair rubs on your clit, making you come around his thick cock. Feeling you pulsating around him, Harry ejaculates his white cum deep inside your pussy, biting down on your shoulder as moans threaten to escape his mouth.

When you both have fully came, Harry will slowly sit up and pull out, gabbing a tissue from your bedside table to wipe your dripping pussy and help you put on some panties and pajama shorts and then dress himself in boxers incase one of you get called to one of your child's rooms in the night.

After you both are put back together, you'll then turn over and lay your head on Harry's still bare chest, one leg thrown over top his hair legs, and fall asleep sexually satisfied by the love making that just occurred. And little did you know it wasn't just love making, it was baby making because this night was the night your fourth baby was conceived.

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ladyrivia · 3 years ago

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Bad Day (javier pena x f!reader)

author’s note: perhaps i enjoy giving blowjobs a little too much. oh well. enjoy!! (This is my first time writing smut, please give feedback if you wish!!)

warnings: typed all of this on my phone; beware of typos, bad Spanish, sex, porn without plot, perhaps one line of javi bein a lil rude but give the mans a break

summary: javi needs a distraction after a bad day at work. female reader, no use of y/n

“Oh! Hey honey you’re finally—” Your greeting to your husband was quickly cut off by him pressing his lips onto yours. “Bad day, huh?” You teased, grasping his collar and pulling him deeper into the kiss.

“Shut up.” He pushed you back into the cabinets in the kitchen, then lifted you by the back of your thighs onto the counter. The kisses continued, rough and passionate. He eventually bored of attacking your mouth, moving to claim your neck. Biting and sucking, he left multiple marks that would be difficult to cover later. A deep growl emerged from his throat when he heard you whimper in pleasure, only encouraging him further, and further down your body.

Rough hands at the hem, he lifted the shirt over your head, your hair getting messier as it was ruffled through the quick undressing. His fingers expertly unclasped your bra, running the straps down your arms, throwing the undergarment to the side. His biting continued lower, making dark marks all over your breast.

Licking up the middle of your tit, he flicked his tongue over your nipple, making you gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair. He showed the same affection to your other breast, continuing to tease and mark you.

“Javi,” You whined, desperate for him to stop focusing on leaving hickeys and to actually fuck you.

“Si, mi amor?” Yes, my love? His mood already began to lighten in your presence, whatever happened today on the job was filing itself away in the far corners of his kind, all he could think about was you.

“Quit teasing.” You rolled your hips forward, trying to gain some friction.

“Make me.” He winked, backing away from the counter and retreating into the bedroom, stripping on the way there.

“Oh, you bastard!” You giggled and hopped off the counter, bounding after him. Javi turned when he heard you approach, opening his arms and embracing you while once again capturing your lips with his.

Your dominant hand slid down his chest, trailing downwards to the hem of his boxers, the only clothing he hadn’t removed yet. You played with the edge of the fabric, then slid over it, palming him through his boxers. A groan escaped his lips, his hips twitching ever so slightly. Eager to continue, you shucked the briefs off, him stepping out of them and kicking them away.

He was fully erect, precum spilling over the head of his penis, glistening in the low light of the room.

You spread the wetness all over the head of his dick, paying special attention to where the head met the shaft. Gently, you started to stroke him, barely giving him what he wanted. Javier quietly cursed, trying to control himself. His hands moved to your waist, coming around the front to unbutton and pull off your pants, along with your panties so the two of you were now naked.

Sinking to your knees, you continued to tease him for a few moments, before gently pushing back on his waist, urging him to sit down on the bed and relax.

Settling in between his open legs, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, using your tongue to lap at the sensitive underside. His fists clenched in the sheets, his moans becoming louder. You returned to stroking the part that wasn’t in your mouth, combining the movements to make him an utter mess.

Your other hand trailed up his leg, using your nails to slightly drag against the skin until you reached his upper thighs, cupping his balls and massaging them as you continued to suck and stroke.

“Fuck, hermosa, you make me feel so good but,” He stifled a moan by biting his lips. “If you continue this too much longer, I’m not going to last.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, pulling your mouth off his cock with a loud pop. You braced your hands against his thighs as you stood, then onto his chest to push him down on the bed. The two of you scooted up the bed, his head resting on the pillows with you on top of him.

Javier reached down between your thighs, cupping your vagina, gently rubbing his middle finger in between your folds.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” He groaned, his hips bucking in anticipation.

“You’re awfully impatient tonight.” You commented, gently pushing his hand away so you could guide his cock into you. Both of you moaned as he pushed in slowly, letting you adjust before slowly rocking his hips. You joined in his movement, grinding your hips down on him.

His hands reached to touch you, they were all over the place. Your waist, stomach, tits, ass, thighs. His hands couldn’t stay still as you continued to ride him, slowly bringing you two to the edge.

Bouncing up and down, you could feel your core tightening, your pleasure reaching its peaks.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to—”

“I’m with you baby, I’m right there with you.” Javier took a bit of a harder pace, his bucking becoming more frantic and wild as he chased his own release. Like clockwork, both of you orgasamed at the same time, moaning each other’s names as your minds blanked with ecstasy.

You feel forward into his chest, both of you having a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies.

Javi gently stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you both came down from your high.

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borisdl · 4 years ago

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Short Story

When I was about 14 and hit puberty I started wetting the bed. My mother told me the same thing happened to her three brothers and they all wore diapers. They outgrew it in their twenties and that it was just a weak bladder muscle.

I got used to wearing diapers and came to enjoy it. The first time I pooped my diaper I was 15 and it was an accident. I had gotten up for and was getting some orange juice from the fridge. I thought I had to fart, being home alone I stuck my butt out and let it rip. Except it was more than a fart. A lot more. I felt a long thick firm stool pushing forcefully into my diaper. By the time it stopped it looked like I had grapefruit in the back of my diaper.

I was in shock but it also felt good. Really good. I waddled to the bathroom to change I felt my penis getting hard. I often woke up hard and would rub one out in my diaper but this was different. I reached inside my diaper I realized that I had already cum and touching it made me cum more.

After I cleaned up and took a shower I threw the soiled diaper away on the way to school. I was horrified, what if I was losing bowel control too? What if it happened again.

But it didn’t, not for a couple of months. But I kept fantasizing about it and masturbating in my diaper.

The next time it happened I planned it. Ordinarily I’d poop after school but decided to hold it for the next day and go in my diaper. It wasn’t easy but I made it. As soon as my mom left for work I walked down to the kitchen. My intestines were rumbling. Before I could even pour my juice it happened. Bending my knees and spreading my legs I pushed out a huge firm log anthem another. A minute later a third. I had never pooped so much in my life. This time, instead of grapefruit it looked like a small melon in my diaper.

I walked to the kitchen table and carefully sat down. Then, without touching myself my cock erupted.

This soon became part of my morning ritual. Not everyday but as often as possible. Until my mom got a new boyfriend and he moved in with us. My mom explained the bed wetting to home and at first he was okay but by my seventeenth birthday he would mock me about wearing diapers.

At one point his work schedule changed and I came downstairs to find him at the kitchen table in his underwear. I was wearing just a T-shirt and my soaking wet diaper. My click was rock hard in anticipation of doing my business.

Seeing me he laughed out loud and said there’s baby James. Whoa sport! Looks like ya got quite the morning wood. Maybe you like wearing diapers a little too much. Humiliated, I got my juice and left but my relationship with him and my mom was really strained after that. I resented having there, especially in the morning.

I started pooping secretly in the bathroom before my shower but one one day I forgot to lock the bathroom door and while I was in the shower he came in to get something and found my poop filled diaper on the floor. That was it. He told my mom. I claimed it was an accident and my mom believed me but his teasing got worse. I was miserable.

Then one day after school my mom called and said we were going to see her youngest brother Joey. He lived about ten minutes away, drove a UPS truck and was around 30. When we got there he already knew the whole story and said I could come stay with home until I graduated high school and went to college.

He said he knew how hard it was being a bed wetter in high school. He said the only thing that made it bearable for him was he had two older brothers who did it too. So at least home it felt normal and no one got teased.

That very night my mom dropped me off with my stuff, I had my own room and was thrilled. Uncle Joey was super buff Italian looking who everybody liked. I often wondered why he was still single.

That first night he told me he’d bought something special. He went into his room and came out with five pairs of terry cloth lined, padded plastic pants. They were thick and soft with creamy while plastic on the outside. He said this will prevent leeks and that I could wear these over my diaper around the house like regular underwear. Then he said “okay champ?”

Hesitantly excited I agreed. The next morning I walked into the kitchen to find my uncle ready for work drinking coffee and eating toast. Morning James, did you sleep okay? He said.

Looks like your new jammies fit okay, comfortable?

I had to admit they were great. They helped keep my soaked diaper in place and even though they were quite swollen looking, I looked perfectly dry. Soon Joey left for work and I was free. I watched him drive away and no sooner was he out of sight and I let loose.

I was in heaven.

This continued all week until Friday. Joey let me know that the weekend he likes to sleep in a bit and then lounge around in the morning. If I wanted he’d make us some pancakes. I said that sounded great.

My stomach was feeling funny when I went to bed, we had a big risotto for diner and I was stuffed. The next morning my diaper was soaked usual. The leg bands of my terry shorts were even damp.

I went into my bathroom to slash water on my face before going down to breakfast. My stomach cramped and I uncontrollably pooped my diaper. I didn’t know what do but with him calling me for breakfast I had no choice but to go downstairs.

Get your juice, short stack coming right up he beamed bare legged in chef’s apron and tee shirt. I thought maybe he wouldn’t notice the smell and was trying to cover my obvious erection.

I sat down as carefully as coul but some of the poop was already seeping into the cottton leg bands. From behind, I noticed he was olive green nylon running shorts under the apron. Although he was very muscular his butt looked especially round in those shorts.

A second later he put our plates on the table and sat down. Smiling he said, dig in! As he bit into a strip of bacon. I wanted to cry. He was so nice to me and there I was with a big smelly poop in my diaper.

Soon however, I could see his expression change. He looked at me, sniffed the air a little and said, did you fart?. Uncertain what to do I nodded my head. He laughed out loud and pointed at me saying, pull my finger! Reluctantly I did, he shifted his body weight to one side he let out a long loud fart. We both burst out laughing. When we stopped, he said, wait I got do another one but this time he stood up and bent his knees a bit. The send one wasn’t as loud as the first but it was longer. He stood up waving the air and said, phew! That one stunk.

He stood there looking amused but then he said, one more. Then his face got serious, he squatted again spreading his legs and straining. The harder he strained the more distant the look on his face became. Then I heard that unmistakable noise of cracking and grunting of him having a bowel movement in his shorts. When he finally finished about a minute later he stood up taking off his apron I could now see under his nylon running shorts he was wearing a diaper and plastic pants just like mine.

He looked at me said, I don’t think was fart. Lucky thing I had my diaper on. As he sat down slowly I couldn’t help but notice his nylon shorts were stretched to capacity by his raging boner strainng in his wet and soiled diaper.

To be continued.

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evafrechette · 3 years ago

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Superstar Glow

↠ seokjin x jimin | smut | pornstar!au, 1970s!au | 21+ | 4k

↠ Summary: “H-hello, I'd like to order a pizza please, with extra sausage. Mmmm I do enjoy a good ol' sausage." Jimin’s voice soft and seductive. He placed the phone on the ground and began to grind down on the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy while his fingers twisted the nipples that peaked out of the top of his bustier. Seokjin was getting hard watching the scene unfold in front of him. . .

“Superstar Glow is a brilliant new porn film. Fantastic debut by actor Kim Seokjin. It simply is the best film of 1975.” - Jeon Jungkook, Playguy Magazine.

(Aka Seokjin films his very first Porno)

↠ Warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, anal fisting, blowjobs, swearing, drug use, come shot, come eating, seokjin has a huge cock, porn films, terrible pizza related pick up lines, jimin in lingerie, 70s slang, drinking, casual mention of cheating, filming a porn video.

Seokjin confidently strode into the warehouse. It smelled strongly of cigarette smoke mixed with patchoulli incense which tickled his throat when he breathed in. Right in the center of the room was a circular shaped bed sitting on top of a large brown shag mat, partitions surrounded the afghan blanket covered bed which had 3 spotlights shining brightly in it’s direction. A funky bass line and rhythmic drums reverberated around the large room as people walked on by, cigarettes lazily hanging from their mouths as they carried long thick cables wrapped around their arms and bulky cameras perched on their shoulders.

In the far corner of the space sat a dressing table, the mirror lined with bright lights. A small man with thick thighs was currently perched on top of a fur covered stool, brushing his blond hair back gently. He was wearing a black and red lace bustier which brought attention to his muscular chest, garter belt with nude coloured stockings and silky black panties which showed off a rather impressive bulge. He was a very pretty man and Seokjin was pleased to be staring alongside someone so gorgeous.

Today was Seokjin's porno debut. He had been scouted at an adult movie theatre during a late night session of ‘Boys in the Sand’ by a director who happened to be sitting in the same row as him.

As with all adult theaters once the movie started, the dicks came out and his large size had garnered the attention of the man a few seats away. Seokjin was naturally skeptical, thinking it was a lame pick up line to get him back to his apartment to fuck. But when the man handed over a very professional business card and told him to "think about it" Seokjin realised the offer was legit.

Seokjin's watched the director Yoongi and his fantastic bushy chevron mustache adjusting the lighting on the set and walked over to say Hi. He was an quite the character, he wore a burnt orange turtleneck jumper underneath a brown, orange and pale yellow checkered leisure suit, his jet black hair was pushed off his face which allowed you to focus on his beautiful feline shaped eyes and strong eyebrows. A thick gold chain draped around his neck and several clunky (fake) gold rings sat on his fingers. His voice was deep, barking orders at the crew to get everything ready in time. He was also a short man, which would explain the very high brown and cream platform shoes he was wearing. Seokjin's ankles hurt just looking at them.

"Uh hey, what's crackin'." He asked once he had reached the man, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Ahhh the star of today's shoot." A large hand shot out and slapped against Seokjin's, pulling him in for a hug. "How are you feeling today? Nervous? We have some cocaine if you wanna take a bump, loosen yourself up a bit? One of the guys can take you out back and suck your dick if that will help?" The man turned back to adjusting the light, mumbling about how you can't trust dope heads to get anything done right.

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. Once I'm in front of the camera I'll be groovy baby." His eyes continued to dart around the room taking everything in.

"Have you met your co-star yet?" Yoongi asked over his shoulder. "The cute little blond in the lingerie. He may look delicate and sweet, but he's a huge whore. Loves being stuffed with big cocks. Ah fuck yeah, that's perfect!" Satisfied with the lighting set up he turned his attention back to Seokjin dusting his hands on his polyester trousers. "Though, I've never had a cock as big as yours on my set, so this will be interesting."

Seokjin blushed at hearing this, he was truly blessed by the Penis Gods when it came to his manhood. Twelve inches of thick, tan cock. Even the vein that ran up the underside looked as though it was designed by a specialist penis sculptor. Yoongi had told him the night they met that his cock was made for pornography and it was a shame he wasn't showing the world his gifts.

The blond must have sensed he was being spoken about and made his way over to where Seokjin stood, swaying his hips deliberately with every step. He was a beautiful sight, a sharp straight nose that complimented his angled jawline, sultry monolids dusted with a shimmering brown eyeshadow, and a full, sumptuous pout that screamed "blow job lips"Seokjin licked his lips as he watched the way the mans long legs moved in the soft, silky stockings that enclosed his smooth legs.

"Yoongi, is this the Jive Turkey I'm filming with today?" The man cocked a hand on his hip, eyes roaming over Seokjin's body.

"Hey! I ain't no Jive Turkey, what the fuck?" Seokjin exclaimed, shocked that for the first time in his life he'd been insulted in such a way.

"Jimin mellow out huh? This is Seokjin, yes he is filming with you today, I hope they prepped you well earlier 'cause this man is gonna be a star baby!" Yoongi wrapped his arm around Seokjin's wide shoulders squeezing tight, "The biggest cock I've ever seen! He's gonna have you squealing like a little bitch, you're gonna love it."

"I was only joshin' you know me. I'm Jimin by the way." The blond made no attempt at a handshake, instead looking off seemingly disinterested in the conversation.

"See that door on your right? Head in there to get your threads for the shoot and when you're done get back here and we'll start, we're ready when you are." Yoongi clapped his hand against Seokjin's shoulder before letting go.

Once inside the small room he stripped off and dressed in the clothes that were hanging on the clothes rack. Crisp white trousers that fit like a glove, letting everyone see just what he was packing down below and a matching shirt that he made sure to leave partially unbuttoned. His hand brushed over the jewelry selection, deciding on a thin silver chain and matching ring. He looked at himself in the mirror and winked. He looked fantastic and he was truly feeling himself. He also couldn't wait to get out there and choke that sassy little twunk with his cock. The thought of his pink plush lips struggling to stretch around his girth had Seokjin twitching in his pants.

Once back on set the mood had changed, the loud stereo system had been turned off and the crew were in place ready to start filming. Jimin was sprawled out on the bed, hand lazily palming the bulge through his panties while he and Yoongi spoke in hushed tones.

"Seokjin! You look bitchin', that outfit is great. What's underneath is even better, oh Jiminie you are in for a treat," Yoongi clapped his hands gleefully, "Alright here's the skinny, Jimin is a horny slut who has ordered a pizza, Seokjin you are the pizza delivery guy. You come in and fuck his brains out. You both got it? It's porn, not rocket science. Think with your dicks not your brains. Can you dig it?"

"Right on." Seokjin nodded, walking to the prop table to pick up the pizza box before standing on the x marked with duct tape on the ground, just out of the way of the cameras. He unzipped his trousers and pushed his semi hard cock through the hole on the bottom of the pizza box. The only thing Jimin would be putting in his mouth today would be his cock. The loud wurring of the camera let everyone know that tape was rolling and it was showtime.

Yoongi slowly moved the camera towards the bed as Jimin's soft moans filled the room, his small fingers tracing up and down his stocking clad legs. Jimin picked up the prop phone pretending to dial a number.

"H-hello, I'd like to order a pizza please, with extra sausage. Mmmm I do enjoy a good ol' sausage." His voice soft and seductive. He placed the phone on the ground and began to grind down on the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy while his fingers twisted the nipples that peaked out of the top of his bustier. Seokjin was getting hard watching the scene unfold in front of him. He really wanted his dick sucked immediately, but took a deep breath to calm himself down. Yoongi pulled the camera back and motioned towards Seokjin. One of the sound crew knocked against a piece of wood to replicate a door being knocked on and he quickly stood straight ready to make his grand entrance.

"Oh." Jimin crawled across the bed and skipped to near where Seokjin stood. One of the camera men, a tall man that went by the name Namjoon followed Jimin and stood directly in front of him, camera lowering to shoot a close up of his cock trapped behind the silk fabric, then making it's way to his face again. "Come on in." Jimin pursed his plump lips, before returning to the bed to sit, legs daintly crossed over one another. "Are you the pizza man? Because you sure look like you could deliver." He purred, stroking his length over the silk.

Seokjin walked into the shot, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He wasn't nervous before, but once he was under the heat of the lights, camera zooming in on his handsome face, well he was starting to feel like maybe he had fucked up on coming here today. Seconds ticked on by before he gained his composure, "Are you craving pizza? Because I'll gladly give you a pizz-a this dick." He pulled the top of the pizza box open, cock springing to life. Jimin's eyes nearly bulged out of his head which made Seokjin smirk.

He moved to stand in front of Jimin who was still sitting on the bed, using his free hand to run his fingers through the blonds perfectly styled hair.

"You're the only topping I need on my pizza." Jimin whispered loud enough for the sound boom to pick up, smooth as butter he dropped down onto his knees and took Seokjin into his hand, small fingers struggling to wrap around his thickness. He pumped Seokjin a few times before taking him into his wet hot mouth. Seokjin let out a gasp, he was surprised, he really thought the smaller man would struggle to suck his cock, but as he looked down he saw a blond head bop up and down expertly on his length.

Seokjin grabbed a fist full of bottle blond hair and moved his hips, shallow and slow to begin with then a little faster and harder, allowing his cock to slip further down Jimin's throat. The man hummed around his length, spit drooling down the sides of his mouth as he took Seokjin nearly to the base. Seokjin groaned at the feeling of Jimin's throat constricting tight around his cock. The sounds of crew footsteps and the glare of the hot lights above fading into the background as he lost himself to the pleasure of Jimin's mouth.

"Look at you, what a good boy you are, throat so full of my cock." He tightened his grip on Jimin's hair, "So pretty."

Tears ran down Jimin's cheeks, mixing into the spit that was dripping down his chin and neck. He pulled his cock free and slammed it back in without warning, fucking Jimin's pretty mouth with vigor. The camera men had moved closer to the action, a camera focused on Seokjin's cock while another filmed his reactions, the way his eyebrows furrowed whenever he felt himself getting close to his release and the quiet whimpers when he locked eyes with the man below him.

"Your mouth is too good at this pretty boy, I'm about to come." He groaned between gritted teeth, hips stilling as his hot release spilled down Jimin's throat. The blond swallowed Seokjin's load like the professional he was, falling back onto his ass, absolutely exhausted once he was done.

"Aaannd CUT!" Yoongi yelled from behind his camera, he pulled a joint from his pants pocket and motioned for one of the crew to light it for him. He took a big toke, holding the smoke in before exhaling. "Right on, right on. That was good. Shit, Jimin you are freaky deaky. Damn! This might just be my most successful film to date." He took another deep drag of the good Mary Jane and pointed at Seokjin, "Go have a drink, there is whiskey and beer on the table, or water if you're a square. If you think you'll have trouble getting hard again go and ask Hoseok for a little blue pill, that'll help. He's the jelly brain over there in the red shirt and fake Gucci belt."

Seokjin slowly removed his cock from the pizza box and threw it to the side as someone from wardrobe dashed over and cleaned him up with a warm hand towel. He tucked himself back into his pants and strolled over to the drinks table, deciding on a bottle of Rheingold beer, he nursed the red and white labelled bottle as he watched the crew change the film in the cameras. The tight knit all male crew made lewd remarks and joked around, while Yoongi the director sat in his chair getting stoned.

"How are you enjoying your first shoot?" Jimin asked, face no longer a tear stained mess.

"It's pretty rad, not quite what I expected but it's all gravy." He replied taking another sip of the yeasty and fruit flavoured liquid.

"Yoongi was right, your cock is magnificent. I can't wait for you to fuck my ass. Don't be gentle, I like a bit of pain." The sweet voice next to him explained.

Seokjin nearly choked on his drink, everyone here was so open and had absolutely no filter.

"No fake?" He turned to ask the man.

"No fake handsome. They prepped me so well earlier you could probably fist me if you wanted. Don't want to scare you off on your first day though." He laughed, hand shooting up to cover his plump lips.

"I-I'll keep that in mind, thanks."

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Jimin and Seokjin strolled back onto set once the film had been changed and Yoongi returned from taking a piss. Now it was time for the fucking. Seokjin took a deep breath and looked down at his crotch, "Make me proud big boy." He whispered.

"Alright places people, let's get this thing done so I can go home and fuck my girlfriend before my bitch of a wife gets back from work." Yoongi called out, shifting to sit behind his Ikegami 3-tube colour camera.

Seokjin made his way over to Jimin, who was standing in front of the bed. He gave the smaller man a shy smile before turning his head towards Yoongi waiting for the signal to begin.

"3, 2, 1 Now Fuck!"

"I know this is pretty cheesy, but I think you're saucy." Jimin curled his hand around the lapel of Seokjin's shirt, pulling him so close he could smell the star anise and blackcurrent hints of his cologne. Seokjin leaned down and slowly pressed his pillowy lips against Jimin's, who slightly parted his own when he let out a quiet sigh. Seokjin flicked his tongue against the soft fullness of Jimin's pink tinged lips and deepened the embrace, tongue meeting with the other as he placed his big hands on either side of the mans soft face, tilting his head upwards for easier access.

He nipped at Jimin's bottom lip before pulling away to breathe. He dived back in, kiss messy and wet, their mouths wide open so the camera could film their tongues flicking against one another's. Seokjin nudged Jimin backwards towards the bed and helped lower him down onto the firm mattress, caging his lingerie clad body with his own. He rocked his already hard cock against Jimin, grinding hard against the silk, desperate to feel some friction. They continued to messily make out until Yoongi called out "Cut!"

Seokjin concentrated on getting his breathing under control. He was already so hard again and it was beginning to hurt. The man Yoongi had earlier identified as Hoseok came over and handed Seokjin a bottle of KY Jelly, "He's been prepped, but lube up anyway, we don't film that pain shit some people are into. Finger him a few times, slowly so they can get some close ups, then fuck him like you've never fucked before. Come wherever you like, just make sure to let us know so they can get in close and film it."

Jimin was on his hands and knees, silk panties long gone, as he spread his cheeks wide for Seokjin. His hole was stretched open, pink and glistening. Seokjin coated his fingers in the clear liquid and crawled behind the blond.

"Alright, no stopping this time. Let's get this cumshot in one go. Action!" Yoongi murmured, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

Seokjin brought two fingers to Jimin's entrance and remembering Hoseok's words, slowly pushed in until he was knuckle deep. He pulled his fingers out, before pushing back in enjoying the sound of soft moans underneath him. Seokjin took his time to add another, and another, making sure to press down on Jimin's sensitive spot when he withdrew his fingers with each thrust. He watched in awe as Jimin's hole stretched perfectly around his knobbly fingers, clenching and fluttering due to his touch. He pulled out gently, coating his entire hand with more lubricant before lining up once more, tucking his thumb into the palm of his hand and steadily worked his entire fist into the blonds ass.

Jimin let out a long whine, teeth digging into his bottom lip. "Jimin don't do that, let it all out." Yoongi yelled unimpressed at his attempts to quiet himself.

Seokjin couldn't believe his eyes as he pushed in further, his whole hand disappearing inside Jimin's ass. He nearly came right then and there. He moved his hand shallowly inside Jimin's warm hole, cock throbbing as Jimin's pants and whimpers filled the room. "Fuck, you are amazing." Seokjin choked, enjoying the depravity of performing an act like this on someone. The camera men moved around the studio, positioning themselves awkwardly close to Seokjin to film what would no doubt be the highlight of the film. He looked over his shoulder and asked, "Can I fuck him now?"

"Yes, YES." Smoke puffed out between Yoongi's lips as he replied.

Seokjin withdrew his hand and quickly jumped off the bed to remove his clothes, flinging his trousers off to the side. Using the hand still coated in lubricant, he jerked himself off a few times coating his length in the sticky cool liquid.

"Do you like Pizza Hut pretty boy? Because I want to stuff your crust." He looked at the camera and raised his eyebrow before he slipped his thick cock into Jimin's gaping hole, balls snapping against the blonds supple ass when he bottomed out. His hole was surprisingly still tight and Seokjin couldn't help but let out a filthy groan.

"O-oh your cock is so big, it feels soooo good. Keep fucking my ass just like that." Jimin cried out mouth hanging open as he pushed back onto Seokjin's length. Seokjin slammed his cock back in again and Jimin fell face forward into the pillows due to the force. He spread Jimin's ass cheeks with his hands, watching as his massive cock stretched out the man below him. His grip was tight on the soft skin of Jimin's hips, leaving marks that would bruise by the evening. He leaned himself over the smaller mans body, chest pressed against his muscular back and rammed into him. They were both a whining, moaning mess, his cock brushing up against Jimin's prostate with every thrust. Seokjin placed his head against Jimin's shoulders, sweat making their skin stick to one another. He reached between his legs and took Jimin's cock into his hand and pumped him in time with his own thrusts.

"I'm gonna come soon, how far away are you?" He whispered into Jimin's ear, voice barely picked up by the sound boom. "Mmm keep doing that with your hand and I'll be coming pretty soon too, shit."

Seokjin faced the camera and seductively licked his lips, a hungry noise escaping his throat. The camera crew changed positions making sure to capture all the action from different angles. Namjoon climbed onto the bed, legs planted on either side of Seokjin as he filmed from above.

"Oh-oh shit, I'm gonna come." Jimin cried into the pillows, cock throbbing as his release spurted out onto the mattress underneath him. His hole squeezed around Seokjin's cock, so he picked up the pace and fucked his ass fast, desperate to reach his orgasm too. Jimin was becoming overstimulated, squirming his body under Seokjin's firm grip. He held on tight, thrusting so deep Jimin was seeing stars. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in his ears triggering him to squeeze his eyes shut as he focused on reaching his high. The tell tale sign of his approaching orgasm began, tingling starting in his crotch and slowly spreading out to his arms and legs.

Seokjin managed to pull out just as he came, hot cum landing all over Jimin's soft ass cheeks, slowly dripping down onto the back of his thighs. The camera moved in close focusing on Jimin's stretched hole and his cum covered ass, Seokjin leaned down into the shot and dragged his tongue over the smooth skin of Jimin's perky rear and began cleaning up his mess. He hummed as he licked away his salty release, eyes focused on the blinking light of the camera, corner of his mouth turning up into a small smirk.

"CUT! That was great you dirty whores! All right, let's get this set cleaned and get the fuck out of here." Yoongi passed his camera to his assistant and walked over to Seokjin, he pulled out an envelope and handed it over, "Here's ya mulah for the day. If you want more of that let me know and I'll book you in for another film. I think this one is going to do really well. Pretty face, huge cock, how could it not?"

Seokjin jogged back to the small room to get changed, he could shower at home, adrenaline was coursing through his body right now and he was excited to catch up with his closest friends and tell them about his amazing experience. Once he was back to looking like normal everyday Seokjin and not burgeoning Porn star Seokjin he made his way around the room, saying thanks to all the staff, especially Jimin who had given him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Seokjin reached the exit pausing to take a look back at the porn set. He smiled as he watched crew dissemble lights and pack away furniture and props. Yoongi had said he could do this again, an offer he would take up for sure. Working at the local grocers didn't have as much appeal as having sweet, tight assholes begging for his cock, maybe this was the start of a new career for Seokjin? He pushed his sunglasses up onto his nose and stepped out into the bright summers day, he entered the building a porn actor virgin and left with that superstar glow, he was a (porn) star in the making.

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moody-blues-requiem · 4 years ago

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Halloween Heat (Naga Fugo x afab reader)

ok I’ll admit, this one is rather self indulgent

warnings for oviposition (egg pregnancy), biting, and a touch of aphrodisiacs. N/s/f/w under the cut.

Halloween was by far your favorite time of year. The air chilled, trees across the countryside were ablaze with bright red, orange, gold, brown, beautiful leaves, apples were in season (as well as apple cider), jack-o-lanterns decorated every doorstep. Your days of trick-or-treating were long gone, but you’d never stopped dressing up, and handing out treats to precious costumed kids and families was always such a joy.

And of course, it was around Halloween that your boyfriend, Pannacotta Fugo, fell into his yearly heat.

It always started with touch. He held your hand more often, hugs lingered just a few seconds longer. Eventually, Fugo was practically a cuddle machine, wrapping his thick snake tail around you to keep you locked in his grasp while he snuggled into the warmth of your body. Maybe it had something to do with the weather growing cold, Fugo was always a bit sluggish in the winter and more energetic in the spring and summer, but regardless. Following the increased touching was smell. He explained to you that his heat made it like he could barely smell anything that didn’t smell like you. You could hear him inhaling your scent during hugs, and on a couple occasions caught him rummaging through your laundry. He was embarrassed every time, but you were a good sport about it, stripping off whatever top you wore and tossing it his way. “Here, catch. It’s still warm, you’ll like it more.” He would flick his tongue happily and practically rub his face into the fabric. You weren’t sure if he was marking your stuff with his scent, or marking himself with yours.

The obsession with your smell was always the final warning sign. Without fail, the next morning he would be warm to the touch, feverish but not sick, and painfully horny. For the rest of the year Fugo’s sex drive was relatively low, like he saved it up to take it out on you, all in one day. It was brutal and exhausting in a way that you absolutely loved. And this year, it happened to fall exactly on Halloween.

When you finally made it out of the bedroom, covered in bite marks (you loved his short little fangs, but god did they leave noticeable marks) and his cum, you knew you wouldn’t be answering the door for any trick-or-treaters tonight. But you still had candy apples to prepare, and damn it if you weren’t going to dress up, even if the costume would be shredded away by Fugo’s clawed fingertips. Fugo whined whenever you tried to leave him, wrapping his inhumanly strong tail around your legs, cementing you in place. A couple rounds of rough sex later and when you were so overstimulated you thought you might die without a break, Fugo agreed to let you go. “But come back in an hour!” he said, his tail coiling around himself. You rummaged through the top dresser drawer, where you kept a nice collection of bedroom toys, for Fugo’s favorite fleshlight. Extra wide, perfect for accommodating both of his hemipenes at the same time.

You worked on the treats as fast as you could, coating fresh apples in homemade caramel and setting up a little fan to dry them faster. A large bowl of assorted candies was left on your porch and a note offering guests as much as they wanted. When the apples dried, you wrapped them in little baggies and set them out with the candy too.

It was tough keeping focused when you could hear Fugo so desperately moaning your name, just a short distance away.

In the privacy of your bathroom you slipped into a costume that was more lingerie than anything, with a cloth loosely wrapped around your head and a plastic flute in hand. It was cheesy as all hell, but what other situation would call for a slutty snake charmer costume?

The sun was setting as you knocked on the bedroom door, only getting a moan in response. You entered, smirking devilishly at your boyfriend. His inky black scares shone with iridescence in the sunset’s glow, hair a disheveled mess, panting hard. His cocks were still hard and dripping precum, as they were when you had left him earlier, but he had made an absolute mess of the fleshlight.

“What are you…. What’s with the head wrap?” Fugo asked between breaths.

“It’s my costume! I’m a snake charmer, can’t you tell?”

Fugo couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head, chuckling softly. “You’re lucky I’m not a cobra hybrid, like real snake charmers have. My bites would be a lot worse.”

“They make antivenin,” you replied, causing Fugo to sit up in response. “Babe!” He exclaimed. “Don’t let me poison you just because I’m horny!”

“Speaking of that,” you purred, tracing over the length of his lower cock with the tip of your prop flute, “do you need any help with that? I could charm you, put you into a trance, so you don’t feel so--”

“No,” he said, before shaking his head. “I-I mean, I do want your help, but… the trance won’t be necessary. I need you, I need to feel you, I… I--”

His mind fogged over with lust and you felt his tail wrapping around you once again, pulling you in for who knows how many rounds.

He always started with one cock, letting the other brush over your folds and clit while he stretched you out with the first. He wouldn’t admit to having a pattern, but you noticed he always started with his upper dick. Nagas were known for having two penises (“hemipenes” was the scientific term), typically a little larger than the average human penis, ridged, and with a tapered end instead of a rounded head. Fugo held nothing back, desperately rutting his hips against yours, filling the room with the lewd mix of both your whines and the wet slapping of his hips crashing into you. You were on your hands and knees, ass in the air and face buried in the pillows, but your loud moans were barely muffled. Fugo leaned forward, biting your neck, fangs pumping a mild aphrodisiac into your bloodstream-- a fun little feature that only happened when a naga was in heat. You groaned and came around him, vision whiting out from the intensity of it all.

When it was Fugo’s turn to cum, you were surprised when he pulled out. “Wh… noooo,” you whined, hips rolling. “Get back here!”

“I… it’s time,” he said, pumping his lower, longer cock in his hand. “Are you ready for my clutch?”

Fugo’s bottom cock-- an ovipositor, really, made to penetrate your cervix and fill you with a clutch of his eggs-- twitched in response to your nod. You rolled over to your back, spreading your legs, giving Fugo a perfect view of your cum-soaked pussy. “Breed me full, Pannacotta.”

The aphrodisiac venom pumping through your blood heightened your pleasure and dulled your pain, making the sensation of Fugo’s long cock pressing at the head of your cervix feel like heaven. You had loosened up, mentally and physically, leaving little resistance for Fugo as he slid in you, deeper than ever. It was only a couple pumps of his hips before he moaned, “here it comes…”, and the feeling of the first egg passing into you. Your brain exploded into stars, your orgasm nearly ripping away your consciousness as it shuddered through your body. The eggs were squishy but firm, almost like a hard-boiled egg, and they filled your womb with ease. Fugo’s clawed hand rubbed over your belly and, when he could feel the little lumps in your womb, he came hard, coating your stomach with white.

Your stomach looked oddly lumpy and bloated when he finally pulled out, but you whined at the loss of contact. “I know, I know,” he hushed. The eggs signaled the end of his heat and he flopped down, exhausted, drawing you into his arms and letting his hands rest on your full belly. “One of these years… when we’re both ready…. We’ll make sure these take,” he said softly, dreamily. The post-sex haze had him feeling sappy. “Have a couple of little nagas of our own slithering around.”

“I’d love that,” you replied, sappy and sentimental yourself. “I bet they’ll be smart like their father--”

“And mother,” Fugo added. “You’re every bit my equal.”

His tail coiled around you, squeezing you a bit tighter, like he was hugging you with his whole body. You stayed that way for a few minutes, exhausted in one another’s arms, before you realized that Fugo had fallen asleep.

The sheets would definitely have to be thrown out in the morning, you thought. But tonight, everything could wait.

#pannacotta fugo #jjba fugo #vento aureo #golden wind #n/s/f/w #my writing #halloween spooktacular #va

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peterrparrkerr · 3 years ago

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Docking - read on ao3

Time to get back into the groove of things! Is it bad that I'm already halfway done writing for this bingo card and its not even July yet?

At this rate I'll be finishing up my August card before the end of July!

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Peter pants against Tony's neck, the skin slick with spit from his open mouthed kissing as Tony rocks up into him.

The older man has Peter pinned to the wall, raised onto his tip toes with barely any purchase. Its the hottest thing Peter's ever experienced, and he tells Tony so.

Tony huffs a laugh, pulling back enough to capture Peter's kiss-bruised lips in his own. Peter eagerly kisses him back, rutting against Tony's thigh, desperate for any form of friction.

"Please, Tony," Peter gasped into the older's mouth, whining like the virginal teenager he is. Tony huffs, smile pulling at his lips as he pulls back again.

"So needy," he hummed. Peter almost apologizes, until Tony pops the button of his jeans.

Peter's eyes widen, and his hands move to fumble for Tony's dress pants. After that, its a frenzy, both of them peeling off their clothes like they're in some sort of race.

Its exhilarating, standing in front of Tony completely naked. He doesn't feel shy at all, doesn't have the urge to cover himself. He grins widely up at Tony.

Tony's dark eyes rake over Peter, darkening further. "Fuck, kid, look at you."

Peter blushes red and looks down at himself. Theres nothing particularly noticeable, in Peter's opinion.

He's average. A bit on the thinner side, and slightly pale from hours indoors.

Tony on the other hand, looks like he was sculpted out of fine marble. Chisled abs that lead to a perfectly defined v that leads-

"You're uncut," Peter said, surprised. He blinks at Tony's penis, standing tall at attention.

He shakes his head. "Wait, sorry, I just- I didn't know you weren't circumcised."

Tony huffs a laugh and pulls Peter close, pressing a kiss to Peter's slack mouth.

"I don't advertise, baby," he smirks. "Did you think you were the only one?"

Peter blushes a little deeper, looking down at his own uncut cock. Stood next to Tony's, the two are remarkably similar, yet Peter's was slightly smaller.

Peter's never felt out of place with his cock -knowing most boys in his class were circumcised- but standing there, seeing Tony wasn't, felt awesome.

Tony presses a finger to Peter's chin, lifting until Peter looks up at him. He smiles and leans in, kissing Peter gently. Its different from the kisses shared before.

Peter melts against the older man, raising his arms to wrap around Tony's neck.

"Listen, kid," Tony said, pulling away with a wet smack of their lips. Peter blinks up at him, rocking forward a little.

"If you get too overwhelmed or need to slow down, you just let me know," Tony continues, thumbs pressing circles into Peter's bare hips. It gets his toes curling.

"I wont," Peter said, shaking his head and leaning forward for more. Tony pushes his hips back, keeping Peter from reaching Tony's mouth.

"But its okay if you do," Tony reiterated. He looks stern. Peter settles back onto his heels, fingers playing with the fine hair at the nape of Tony's neck.

He chews on his lip for a second before gathering the courage to speak.

"I want- I want to keep going with you," he said. "I'm ready."

Tony smiles, but he raises an eyebrow. Not fully believing Peter.

"I'm- I'm not ready for, uh, you know, sex sex, but. But I want to be with you, Tony. I'm ready."

"Okay, baby," Tony finally agrees, pulling Peter in by his hips and kissing him. Peter smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms back around Tony.

The older reaches a hand down, palming at Peter's cock and making him whimper into Tony's mouth. He just holds his hand there, but it sends Peter's pulse spiking.

They kiss for a while longer, and Peter could spend forever kissing Tony.

"I wanna try something," Tony murmurs against Peter's lips, pulling back. Peter nods, not needing to hear what it is. He trusts Tony with his limits.

Tony presses another simple kiss to Peter's lips before moving back. "Give me your cock, baby."

Peter pushes his hips forward and Tony laughs. Peter can't help but chuckle as well, a little out of nerves.

Tony smooths his hand around Peter's cock softly, a barely there caress that has the hairs on Peter's arms standing on end. He bites back a moan, too focused on what Tony's doing.

"Okay, kid, hold your foreskin back."

Peter does what he's asked without question, curious. Tony does the same, exposing a dark pink head. Peter bites his lip at the sight.

He swallows thickly when Tony touches their exposed tips together, glancing up at Tony for further direction.

"Now stretch the hood over both of us, yes, just like that, baby," Tony praised. Peter's got his foreskin covering the both of them. He has no idea what Tony's having them do, but he shivers at the feeling of their pre-cum slicking their tips.

Tony then moves his own foreskin over them, encasing them together. Its a strange sight, and Peter can't help but giggle at it.

It looks like one long cock, connected to the both of them. Peter gives an experimental pull back and nearly looses his footing st the suctioned feeling their overlapping foreskin has created.

"Oh, my God," he breathed. Tony smirks and leans forward, kissing peter smoothly. His hand falls on their joint shafts, stroking from Tony's base to Peter's and back again.

Peter can't help the small whimpers that escape his mouth at the feeling, and a moan pulls free seconds later when Tony rolls his hips, creating more of that suction effect.

"You like that, baby?" Tony murmured against his jaw. Peter can't keep his syes from rolling into the back of his head, can't quiet the noises that leave his mouth.

"Where-where did you learn- to do this?" Peter stammers, breathless.

Tony doesn't give him much opportunity to catch his breath as he strokes them and thrusts mineutly.

Peter doesn't know how to describe the feeling of their leaking tips encased together. The suction that seems to pull more and more pre-cum from them both, slicking the cocoon they've created.

"Ton-tony!" Peter gasped, legs beginning to tremble. he's never felt anything like this, its overwhelming in the best way.

"Yeah, baby," Tony practically purred, nudging Peter's jaw with his nose. Peter lifts his chin, allowing Tony access to his neck.

"S-so good, it feels so good, Tony-" his breath hitches, pleasure pooling deep in his stomach.

"We haven't even gotten to the best part," Tony murmured, kissing and nipping at Peter's skin.

Best part? There was something better than this? Peter found that hard to believe, but before he could ask, he felt his balls tighten and his dick twitch.

"I'm! I'm gonna cum!" He gasped, suddenly frantic to stave it off. He couldn't cum this early, not when the good part Tony was talking about hadn't happened yet.

But then Tony hums and pulls back, doubling his efforts and looking down at where they're joined at the tip.

"Watch," Tony grunted. Peter drops his gaze just as his orgasm hits. He lets out a reedy moan, too lost in pleasure to hold it in.

Cum pools in their cocoon, filling with each spurt. He feels it sloshing around as Tony continues his tiny movements.

"Keep watching, baby," Tony ordered, now stripping his own cock, until he groans and climaxes.

Peter's eyes stay on their joint tips, gasping an exhale when he notices the slight bulge as Tony cums. The skin tightens, and Peter groans at the feeling.

And then cum begins to leak out of the folds, dribbling down to the floor. Tony pulls his foreskin back, and more cum drops to the floor.

His head is glistening in it -Peter's too. A shiver of excitement runs up Peter's spine as he catches his breath.

"That was-" Peter can't find the words. His cock is softening, tip coated and slick under his foreskin, which feels stretched and loose. "That was awesome."

Tony chuckles and steps forward to kiss Peter on the lips. "Yes it was," he agrees.

#marvel #peter parker #starker #tony stark #sfsummerbingo21 #my writing #ao3

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aestheticsfandomsandmore · 4 years ago

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Great, I kinda wrote a continuation of tianshan's last strip, even knowing it will never happen. Again, I have to remind you I'm Italian, so I may have made a few mistakes - I'd be glad if you reported them.

Hope you enjoy.

I posted this on AO3, if you want to read it there.

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“Put me the fuck down, you chicken dick!”

“Relax~ It's going to be fun.”

“For you, maybe!”

“Yeah, definitely, but you will have fun as well if you stop panicking.”

He Tian puts him down and locks the bathroom door. Then he mischievously smiles at him before heading towards the bathtub in order to fill it with hot water and some bath salts.

Mo tries to open the door but the key disappeared. “Shit, wha- what are you planning to do?”

“Like a said, taking a nice bath with Little Mo. Do you prefer vanilla or chocolate scent?”

“I don't prefer shit. Jesus, He Tian, let me out of here now.”

He Tian looks at him, still smiling but less wider. “Don't be such a damper. I'll go with chocolate then.”

Mo sighs. “I really regret coming here. I don't know what I was thinking.”

“Perhaps” He Tian walks toward him, once the bath is ready, “you were worried I really meant my last message.”

Fucker. Mo is sure to be blushing because he feels hot all over his face and is even more sure of that when He Tian smirks.

“You wanted to see me and you didn't want us to part. But now you're here with me and you're complaining. Such a complicated lad.”

“Just because I wanted to see you, it doesn't mean I want to take a god damn bath with you!” he screams, feeling angry and exposed at the same time. Yeah, he didn't want to end their relationship, for some reason, but He Tian always has to break any kind of boundaries or concept of personal space, making him wonder why he even bothers trying to be less... less Mo Guan Shan-like.

“So you admit you wanted to see me! That's so cute, Little Mo!”

“I'm not going to take my clothes off. You'll have to undress me yourself.”

He Tian moves dangerously closer, only a few inches between them. “Is that a dare?” he whispers.

Mo gets even more embarrassed and takes a few steps away. “No, it isn't! I'm serious, He Tian, cut this crap, let me out-”

“Why?”

Mo swallows. If he didn't know him better, he'd almost say that He Tian is looking sad. “What's that supposed to mean? I. Don't. Want. To. Take. A. Bloody. Bath. With. You. Is it so hard to understand?”

“Yes” He Tian answers. “I don't understand you sometimes.”

Mo freezes. “Well, that's none of my business, if you can't understand something so simple, it just proves that you're a selfish bastard. Not that I didn't know already. Now give me the ke-”

“Then why have you come? Why did you want to see me, if you think so badly of myself?”

Mo tightens his fists. He doesn't really know what to say: he's been repeating that question to himself for almost a year.

“The answer is that you like me” He Tian hazards. He holds his sides gently and Mo doesn't even push him off, taken off guard. “I know you do. That's why I don't understand why you're always resisting me. I'm right here, right now, and I want you. I'm not gonna lie. So you shouldn't either.”

Mo puts his hands on his chest in order to push him away, but he doesn't really manage to do that. He's sweating, the room is hot, He Tian is hot and he can't handle him when he's so close. “I- I don't- I-” he can't think straight.

He Tian giggles and then says: “Stop thinking. This has nothing to do with your brain. This is just a matter of...” He moves one hand from his side and puts his fingers on Mo's heart. He doesn't complete his sentence but he doesn't really need to. It's a matter of feelings, emotions: painful, terrible, annoying things human beings cannot really control. His heart is racing so fast right now. He's so close to give up. He just needs one more reason...

“I won't do anything funny, I won't even touch you if you don't want me to, I promise. I just want us to hug in the bathtub for a while.”

Sounds reasonable, a small part of his mind tells him. The rest of it is shouting not to trust, not to let him get so close, not to surrender so easily, not to get naked in front of him, in any sense possible.

Mo doesn't listen to all of that. “Okay.”

He Tian smiles, a wide and warm smile that makes something inside Mo's body melt. He's not sure what that is.

“Can I undress you or you want to do that yourself?”

Mo is surprised, almost shocked that He Tian asked for permission and didn't just do it right away. “Uhm-” he's so confused by all that's happening that he's not sure what to answer. “I- I mean... okay.”

What the actual fuck? Has he actually agreed?

He Tian looks like he could explode from too much happiness in any second. Stupid, Mo thinks. But he can't help smiling a little.

He Tian softly grabs the collar of his shirt and takes it off from Mo's shoulders and arms. He is now looking at him like he's about to eat him. Mo can't really believe to be able to make someone feel like that; to make feel like that. He can't just ignore the lust in He Tian's eyes. He takes his shirt off very slowly, caressing the skin of his abdomen and chest almost reverently. He takes a minute to look at his naked bust and Mo feels like every centimeter of his body is getting hot. He can't help but shake a little.

He Tian notices. “Relax” he tells him, “we're just getting started.”

That doesn't really help him relax.

He Tian puts his hand under the elastic band of his pants. Mo swallows. He's not sure he's ready for this, but before he can say anything He Tian makes his pants fall down to his feet.

“M-M-Maybe I... I should... take this off.” Mo mumbles, feeling so extremely embarrassed by the thought of He Tian seeing his penis.

He Tian looks like he's fighting a battle with himself and Mo's sure he is: he would normally continue his doing without even caring about what Mo just said, but right now he probably knows he's already been allowed to do things he normally could have just dreamed of. It's almost like he doesn't want to push his luck. “Okay” he agrees, finally, taking a deep breath before undressing himself.

Shit, he's so fucking gorgeous. His muscular torso, his long legs, his perfect face and his... oh, yeah, he's got a pretty great ass. Mo turns around and takes his pants off, his face completely red. It is not the first time he has been staring at the other's body, but never has without even a piece of clothes on.

“Should we... get inside?” he asks but he doesn't really have the courage to look at him in the eye.

He Tian surprises Mo by hugging him closely. His hands are embracing his shoulders and his chest is all around Mo's back. “Sure” he replies, before giving him a small kiss on the neck.

Mo jumps out of his skin and He Tian laughs. He enters first and Mo follows him right after, quickly, pretty impatient to cover as much skin as possible. The water is warm and scented, he can sense his body already softnening, he feels at ease. He Tian sits behind him and hugs him, just like a minute before but now it's way more intimate. He doesn't mind, though. For tonight, maybe, he should just try to enjoy the moment.

“Feels good, huh?” He Tian asks, near his ear.

Chills all over his body. Damn.

“Uhm, yeah” he says.

They stay silent for a while, He Tian's forehead against Mo's nape, Mo's eyes closed trying to avoid the thought of their naked skin being so fucking close.

“Now I'm going to wash your back” He Tian announces at some point. Mo remembers him saying he would do so. He doesn't have the time to answer, 'cause the other boy has already grabbed a sponge and is now starting to gently rub it against his back. It actually feels... pretty good. He Tian goes from his neck to his shoulders and then rubs his spine, from his nape to his sacrum. That freaks him out: he's too close to his ass.

He Tian notices once again and, surprisingly, stops, heading towards the centre of his back. Mo breathes a sigh of relief: he's glad He Tian didn't break his word not to do anything funny. Once he's finished with his back, he holds him tighter with his left arm while rubbing his torso with his right hand, as slowly as before, almost like he's treasuring every second of it. He probably is.

Mo tries to ignore the fact that he can feel He Tian's dick pressing onto his skin; he's hard. It's such a strange feeling, but he can't help blushing and moaning for a second thinking that he's able to get such a reaction out of him, without even trying. For one, tiny second, he even imagines what He Tian would be like if he just stopped being so stubborn, if he admitted to himself something he is well aware of but is not ready to accept; what He Tian would look like around him if he were able to kiss him and touch him freely. Right now, he basically seems to be in heaven and they aren’t even really doing anything. At one point of them being so incredibly close, he figures themselves in bed and he wonders if, during their first time, He Tian would be gentle or rough or maybe a passionate combination of both. He pictures them...

“Like it?” He Tian asks and Mo jolts, realizing what he was thinking and where he actually is, blushing hard, cursing himself in his mind. When he understands the other's question, he nods. He can sense He Tian's smile on his clavicle.

Maybe he shouldn't regret to have come to his house, after all.

#tianshan #strip continue #fan fiction #19 days #mo guanshan #mo guan shan #he tian #he tian x mo guan shan #he tian x mo guanshan #i really hope something like this is going to happen #even just the dialogue part

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enmstorytime · 4 years ago

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The Vulnerable Writer: Chapter 3

I stood at the front of the classroom the next afternoon, looking out over the men, who were definitely more attentive than they had been before. I assumed that Cody and Seth had spread the word about seeing me naked, and maybe they had shared a few more details too.

I gulped as I thought about the decisions I had made this morning:

I had emailed Cody to start with my pants, because I wanted my students to know that I meant business. When I got out of the shower, I pulled on a tight jockstrap, because I wanted to further stress the fact that I meant business. I told myself that I would only wear a jockstrap this first day, then I would wear more modest underwear to class, but I wondered now if they would allow me to cover up anything that I revealed. I doubted it. And standing in front of them, with all of their expectant faces, I wondered if I broke whatever rules they thought existed, it might encourage them to break the rules and just steal all my clothes during the next class.

"Professor," one of the men on the back row said, cutting into my thoughts. "I heard that Cody did a great job of being vulnerable in his last essay."

He paused, and the meaning was clear. I had a debt that I had promised to pay, and the time to start undressing had come. I had debated whether I would start or end each class with the undressing, but it seemed like my students had made that decision for me, because all eyes were trained on my body, waiting.

"You're right," I said, swallowing, trying to prepare myself. "But I need to set some clear rules for how this reward system is going to work."

The class grumbled, and I knew that they could tell I was stalling. Still, I needed to set the firm rules now, while I had all of their attention.

"There is one of me, and there are twenty of you," I said, having done the math, and understanding that if nine students did what I asked before the next class, I would be completely naked, and that counted each sock, each shoe, my tie, my undershirt, and my suit jacket, as their own article of clothing. "My goal as a teacher is to motivate every single one of you, so I need to add one rule."

I could see a few students in the back shake their heads, and I knew that they had done the same math, and they were planning to sit back and watch as their classmates took away my clothes.

"Every student who writes a vulnerable essay for this next assignment will get to take an article of my clothing," I said. "However, my underwear is off limits until I get a vulnerable essay from every single student in this classroom."

My students grumbled.

"Professor," Cody asked from the front row, leaning forward. "Does that mean that we all have to be vulnerable on the same essay, or is it more of a cumulative thing? Since I've already turned in a vulnerable essay, do I have to turn in another one for the class to get your underwear?"

"Obviously, I want you all to keep writing vulnerably," I said. "But I also understand that college students are busy and there are going to be times for everyone in this classroom where you have other priorities, so I'm going to make it cumulative."

The class cheered, but Seth had raised his hand.

"Professor?" Seth asked. "What happens when you're just in your underwear, and someone writes a vulnerable essay. What reward will they get?"

"The goal is to keep you motivated," I said, gulping again about promising the reward I had thought of the previous night. "So, if you've taken an article of clothing already, or if I'm down to my underwear, but the underwear isn't gone yet, I have two possible rewards. The first one is that at the beginning of class, you can come to the front of the class, and look down the front of my underwear. It'll stay on, but you can get a sneak peak to help encourage your classmates. Or, your other option is you can schedule a five minute conference in my office, where I will meet you sans-clothing."

The class cheered again. However, Cody had raised his hand again.

"I have one last question," Cody said. "I know that last time you said that we would get to take each article of clothing off of you, but how will that work with your underwear, since we won't get to take that until we've all written a vulnerable essay?"

"I think that should be a community activity," Seth said, smirking at me. "We should all get to work together to tear your underwear off. That way we all get a souvenir."

The class cheered at Seth's suggestion, and I felt my cock stiffen in my jockstrap, the tip pushing its way out from the waistband. The idea of having twenty men circling me, fully clothed, tearing away my final piece of clothing and leaving me stark naked in front of them excited me more than I wanted to admit. I needed to get myself to calm down before Cody claimed his reward.

"Are you done stalling?" Cody asked, already starting to stand.

"There's one more rule," I said, and the class groaned. "I'm agreeing to get naked for you, but I am still your teacher. You will not take pictures of me without my permission and you will not touch me without my permission. Understood?"

"Is there a way to get you permission?" A student asked from the back row and the class laughed.

"There might be," I said, angry that my penis was still very inflated at the idea of giving more students the chance to touch my body.

"Great," Cody said, lunging toward me before I could find another way to stall the inevitable.

The class fell silent as Cody unbuttoned my slacks, and then his fingers brushed over my crotch as he fiddled with my zipper.

"Feels like someone's excited," Cody exclaimed as his fingers pressed against my crotch, the zipper sliding down.

The class catcalled and cheered, as Cody grabbed the waistband of my slacks with one hand and used his other hand to push my shirt up to my belly button to make sure the class could see the slow strip-tease.

The tip of my firm cock, still sticking out from the waistband of my jockstrap was the first thing they saw as the slacks inched down, and the class screamed with delight. I flushed, but continued to hold my hands out to my sides to allow the show. I had to keep reminding myself that this would all be worth it, if it meant my students would find enjoyment in their writing.

Slowly my jockstrap grew more and more exposed, the navy clinging tightly to the shaft of my erection. I knew there was little left to the imagination, but I knew that this much exposure would light a desperation for my eventual nudity in most of my students.

Then the air started to lick at my thick thighs, as Cody still slowly slipped the pants down to reveal each thick hairy thigh. I could feel the eyes on my legs and crotch, hungry as more and more skin showed.

My slacks now slipped past my knees, but Cody was holding on, preventing them from just sliding down to my ankles. He wanted his classmates to get a show, and so did I. He controlled their fall, revealing my veiny runner calves slowly, until finally he let go as the slacks pooled around my ankles.

For a moment, everything was silent, my students hardly breathing. None of us could really believe that I, as their teacher now stood pantsed, the tip of my very firm penis still in sight, while the rest of my privates were still fairly exposed in what was clearly my skimpiest jockstrap: a navy pouch too small to hold in my full erection.

Then my students cheered once more, and Cody stood next to me, still waiting to claim a second pair of my slacks as his own.

I had planned the next step too, but I was debating it. I hadn't planned on my students seeing the tip of my penis, but they had, and I wondered if that would be enough. But I decided to follow through with the original plan, and I turned my back on the class, letting them take in my bare ass framed by the elastic of my jockstrap. Then I bent over slowly to pull the slacks off.

My face burned as I felt my ass cheeks separate and my students gasped and cheered as I pulled the slacks over my shoes. I stood once more, turned back to face them, glad that my ass was once again out of sight, and glad that my shit had fallen again to cover the tip of my dick.

"Let's get started with today's lesson," I said.

I looked at each of their faces, and knew that it would only be a matter of weeks before I was teaching the class butt-naked.

#ENM gayerotica

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skinsharpenedteeth · 4 years ago

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kinktober 5 - sterek

A/N: Here’s the long awaited Sterek smut! Prompts filled: Office sex, Clothed/Unclothed, Size kink, Prostitution

Hope you guys enjoy it! You can also read it on AO3.

Smut after the cut!

Stiles tapped his fingers nervously against his jean covered thighs as he waited for the elevator to reach the floor Erica had indicated in her text message. Apparently, some bored CEO needed a little late-night strange to keep the midnight oil burning and Stiles had been up in the rotation. He sighed through his nose as he thought about how long this might take since he had some homework to finish up before class in the morning. Why he’d signed up for early morning classes he’d never know…

The elevator dinged its arrival and the gold-plated doors swooshed open. He was looking at a white and grey marble lobby with glass doors that led into a cubicle farm with offices lining the outside walls. It looked claustrophobic to Stiles, especially if you were in one of the cubicles, but then again… you weren’t literally selling your ass to make rent money either so maybe he shouldn’t judge too harshly. Apparently natural sunlight was the tradeoff though and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand it. He stepped out of the elevator and dug his phone out of his back pocket. He looked down at the screen again to memorize the office he was looking for and pushed his way through the glass doors into the dark, silent office beyond. Even without the text directions he would’ve been able to find the office he wanted since it was in the farthest corner from the cubicles and it was the only one with the lights on. He mentally prepared himself and walked through open doorway.

One of the most beautiful men Stiles had laid eyes on was sitting at the large, dark cherry desk in the center of the office. Stiles could only see him in profile, but it was enough to understand that this guy was striking enough to never ever need to call for a midnight whore. He could probably just stick his dick out of the front door of the building, and someone would suck it for him for free. He was tan with dark, almost black hair that looked impossibly soft and a frame that said he hadn’t stopped working out since high school. He sat up straight at his L-shaped desk and was typing furiously on his computer, brows furrowed as he concentrated on the screen. Stiles could see leftover takeaway containers in his trash and the office smelled like coffee and Thai food. He came to the front of the desk and stood awkwardly for a moment, waiting for the man to take notice of him.

“Erica send you?” the man asked, voice serious but higher than Stiles expected. He’d asked this without stopping his work or glancing Stiles’ direction. Stiles cleared his throat before answering.

“Yeah, yep that’s me. What can I do for you?” Stiles asked, a little awkwardly. He didn’t know how he felt about being practically ignored like this. The man stopped typing and finally turned to look Stiles over. His cold hazel eyes traveled up and down Stiles’ body taking note of the too-tight jeans, the black batman tee two sizes too small and the red flannel. He looked wholly unimpressed, but Stiles figured if he’d wanted someone who would come in looking like they worked there, he should’ve negotiated for Jackson instead of the Young College Twink. His eyes came up to meet Stiles’ and he turned his chair and body to face him full on. He was wearing a slate colored suit with a cool toned button down underneath. His cufflinks glinted when they caught the light and his watch obviously could’ve paid for a semester or two of Stiles’ tuition. He was younger than forty, but how much younger Stiles couldn’t gauge except for his obviously high status within the office around them. When he spoke again, it startled Stiles a little since he’d been ruminating on exactly what type of work was done here.

“Strip for me,” he commanded, leaning back and interlacing his fingers in the air in front of him. Stiles looked at him for a second before stepping out of his shoes and pushing off his flannel. He had never mastered taking off his clothes in a sexy, alluring manner. He was a hooker, not a stripper. He let his clothes fall to the floor in a pile next to him until he was standing naked and almost shivering in the office air. The air conditioners hummed easily throughout the office and it was cool enough to make Stiles’ skin pimple. The walls were glass and he could see down into other buildings around them, but the windows were all dark. He wasn’t terribly worried about someone watching them. The man’s eyes swept over his body again.

“Get yourself hard,” he directed, still watching Stiles with a scrutinizing gaze that somehow caused a flush of heat to go through Stiles’ body. He didn’t know why he found this hot today with this man when normally this kind of exhibitionism wasn’t his bag, but he’d do as he was told. Some Johns liked to feel like you were there as an enthusiastic participant and would dock your fee if they saw you getting soft on them. Stiles could hold an erection while mentally going through biology flash cards, but getting there sometimes was a challenge.

He gripped himself loosely and started pulling on dick to get it hard. He closed his eyes, placed himself back in his bedroom in the apartment he shared with his best friend where no one could see him and he was doing this for fun. He brought his other hand up and roughly rubbed a thumb over one of his nipples. He pinched and pulled at the nub causing it to tighten and little jolts of desire began to run down to his cock. He left his nipple alone and started to knead and pull on his balls so he’d come to full hardness. When his cock felt solid enough, he let go and opened his eyes to look at the stranger. He was still watching him over his interlaced fingers, though his eyes were now darker, and Stiles could see the straining outline of his cock through his expensive suit pants.

“Come over here,” the stranger said, scooting further back from his desk and motioning to where he wanted Stiles to stand. He did as he was asked, leaning his naked ass against the cool wood of the desktop. He stared down at the stranger and waited. His gaze looked hungry now and it made Stiles cock throb with the need for one of them to do something to ease the pressure between his legs. The stranger unbuttoned his pants and pulled his pants and underwear down far enough to pull out his perfectly massive uncut penis. Stiles mouth watered just looking at it. It was fat and a little longer than normal, the mushroom tip peaking past the foreskin and already beading with precum.

“Are you prepped?” the man asked calmly as his hand slowly stroked over his girth, pulling the foreskin back from the head and then pushing it over, and Stiles had to swallow the flood of saliva in his mouth before answering.

“Yes,” he said, trying to sound unaffected, but his voice betrayed him by coming out high and breathy as he stared longingly at the man’s erection. He never got fucked by guys this good looking who were also packing a cock made for video.

“Then bend over the table and spread your legs for me,” he said, waiting for Stiles to comply. Stiles turned his body and bent over the table, pressing his heated flesh into the mirror-like finish, his nipples and cock jumping at the touch of cold against them. He widened his stance and waited patiently. He could hear a door opening behind him and soon felt the cool smearing of lube against his hole. Three fingers pushed into him without ceremony and he exhaled noisily at the unexpected feeling. He thought this beautiful, dark-haired Adonis would surely just jam his cock into him and start pounding away. He didn’t expect for him to finger fuck him first, but that is what he was doing. He pushed and withdrew his fingers in a smooth rhythm, twisting until Stiles let out a quick, electrified yelp when he dragged the pads over his prostate. As soon as that happened, the fingers disappeared leaving Stiles wondering if he’d somehow fucked up.

“You ready?” he heard the man ask from behind him. Stiles heard the creak of the chair and then he could feel the warm line of his body close behind his thighs and his stomach curled in delighted anticipation.

“What’s you name?” Stiles asked suddenly. He could feel the mental pause hit the room when he did, momentarily breaking the spell that they’d created together.

“Why?” the stranger asked, obviously nonplussed.

“So I know what to scream out when you’re railing me,” Stiles answered, daring to peak over his shoulder at the stranger. The man was giving Stiles a sexy smirk and shaking his head slightly.

“Derek. Call me Derek,” he answered after a beat. Stiles nodded and turned his body back onto the table.

“Okay Derek, come at me,” Stiles challenged, grinning at the huff of laughter he heard from behind him. The laughter didn’t last as Derek started pushing his fat cock past Stiles’ rim. The stretch almost ached, but it felt so, so good. Stiles felt full and getting fuller as the initial push to bury Derek inside of him seemed to last forever. Stiles was starting to sweat by the time he finally felt Derek’s balls resting against his perineum.

“Shit, fuck, okay now… Goddamn, you’re fucking big,” Stiles swore, turning his head to lean his forehead against the desktop as he waited for his muscles to relax a little around the thick shaft pushing at them.

“Fuckin’ flirt,” Derek answered derisively from behind him. Stiles took in a breath to reply but was stopped short as Derek pulled his hips back and gave a short, pointed thrust back into him, rocking Stiles’ body over the desk. Stiles grit his teeth and swore, but Derek kept going. He started with slow, shallow thrusts but before too long he was rocking back and snapping his hips forward, his cock splitting Stiles wide on the table. Stiles wanted to hate it, wanted to be professional and fake moan, fake pant, fake enjoy the situation, but since Derek had located his prostate he’d been nailing it with every other forward thrust and Stiles was just trying not to shoot before the customer did. He was leaking precum all over the desk beneath him and his cock slid through the mess with every jolt Derek gave his body, driving him fucking mad.

Derek was getting close; Stiles could tell by his stuttered breathing and the desperation starting to bleed into his thrusts. Stiles wondered if he’d unload inside him, paint his hole and make him clench to keep it in or if he was going to paint his skin in hot, wet stripes. He found he really didn’t care which Derek chose because with a few well-aimed thrusts, Derek had him coming apart onto his desk, cum flooding underneath him and smearing between his skin and the highly lacquered wood finish. It was like that was what he’d been waiting for too because Derek started to fuck Stiles faster as soon as the last drop was finished leaking from his spent cock. Stiles grit his teeth, rim tightening as much as it could as he forced himself to ride out the oversensitivity from his orgasm. Derek’s thrusts were almost violent, and Stiles knew he’d have a bruise across the top of his thighs tomorrow from the edge of his desk.

“Derek, fucking cum already!” he shouted, ready to crawl over the desk to get away from the animal nailing him from behind. It took half a dozen more thrusts, but then he felt the warm gush of fluid inside of him and Derek’s body stilled, a groan like he was dying pushing out of him as he emptied himself into Stiles’ body. They stayed where they were for a minute or two afterward, bodies thrumming with satiation and coming down from the high of arousal and completion. Finally, Derek pulled out and Stiles felt cold inside without him. He clenched and started pulling his muscles together to close up what felt like his gaping asshole. He felt Derek’s fingers slide up his taint through the liquid leaking out of him and push it back into him roughly.

“You’re making a mess,” he commented. Stiles heard the swoosh of air from his leather roller chair as Derek plopped down behind him with a loud exhalation. Slowly Stiles straightened his body, looking down to where he’d cum all over the desktop.

“If you think that’s a mess…” he started, gingerly sidestepping to get out from between Derek and his desk. He turned to see a smug look on Derek’s face as he eyed the streaks across the surface of his desk, marring the perfect mirror shined surface. Then he turned and looked at the same mess streaking Stiles stomach and groin.

“When you go to the restroom, grab a couple paper towels and clean this up. I’ll transfer your payment while you’re out,” Derek said, pointing past the office door towards the hallway. Stiles left the office still naked, not wanting to get his clothes messy with cooling jizz. He spent a couple minutes in the restroom with warm water and shitty pink office soap cleaning himself off before pulling a couple more and wetting them with the same to take back to Derek’s office. When he got back it was like he’d never been there except for the mess on the desk. Derek was back to staring at the computer screen and typing rapidly. Stiles eyed him for a minute before shrugging and cleaning his cum off the wood. When he was finished, he pulled his clothes on with his back to Derek.

“Think you can come again tomorrow night?” Derek asked into the silence between them. Stiles turned and saw that he was still not looking at him, but obviously his attention was divided because his keystrokes had slowly minutely as he waited for Stiles to answer.

“If you got the cash, I’ve got the ass,” Stiles drawled out easily.

“Good. Same time. If you bring a plug I’ll give you a bonus,” Derek answered. Stiles gave him a two-finger salute and turned to leave the office. Even though his body ached, and his ass felt hollow after such a fuck, he found he was excited about more than just the money when he returned the next day. He’d have to thank Erica for the job.

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kpopblurbs · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Day 14 - Brat Taming

Pairing: Minho/Reader Word Count: 3.1k Tags: Brat taming, phallic gags, pegging, dom!Minho, sub!Reader, hints of exhibitionism, female reader Kinktober 2019 Masterlist AO3 Link

You couldn’t help but try and tease Minho, it was just so fun to push his buttons and see how he would react. This time you were out with him and his friends, you were sat talking to Chan while Minho was talking to Jisung. Well, it was more like Jisung was talking to a wall as Minho was completely focused on you and Chan. You laughed at something Chan had said that probably wasn’t even that funny, gently resting your hand on his thigh as you did so. That was the last straw for Minho, he stormed away from Jisung, cutting the poor boy off mid sentence. He walked up to you and cleared his throat, “Babe, I’m talking to Chan.” you said without looking up at him.

“It’s fine, I mean he seems a little upset.” Chan said looking awkwardly between the two of you.

“You know how pissy he can get.” you responded, still not sparing a glance at Minho. Deciding enough was enough, Minho reached down and pulled you up by your arm.

“We’re gonna go home.” Minho said to Chan, though he kept his eyes on you.

“I assume you’re gonna do some weird sex thing so we’ll stay out for a few more hours.” Chan said, at this point he was very used to dealing with the two of you. Minho began to walk away, maintaining a tight grip on your arm, you smiled and waved at the other boys as you were dragged away. He released his grip on your arm as you emerged onto the sidewalk, opting instead to keep his hand on the small of your back, guiding you down the street. You were only a couple of minutes away from the dorms so the walk was quick, he didn’t say a word to you, the silence from him only serving to make you more excited knowing you had succeeded in your goal of pissing him off.

“Bedroom. Now.” he demanded as soon as you entered the dorm.

“Or what?” you challenged, still not ready to give in to him.

He growled and stormed up to you, putting a hand on your throat and pushing you up against the wall, “You’ll regret it.” his voice low and angry. You could feel the arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach as he squeezed his hand around your throat, not enough to cut off your air supply but enough to serve as a warning.

“Oh will I?” you challenged again, your voice was slightly squeaky from the hand around your throat but your cockiness still shone through.

He growled again, removing his hand from your throat and used it to grip your hair roughly. He stepped away and, using the hand in your hair, lead you to the bedroom. “Incredible.” he spat out as he walked, “You’ve only said three things to me and I’m already sick of hearing your voice.” He closed the bedroom door behind him and pushed you toward the bed, releasing your hair so he could pull out the toys he was planning on using. “You have two options,” he said with his back facing you, “You can take your clothes off now before I tie you up, or you can continue being a brat and I’ll tie you up anyway and cut the clothes off of you.” You weighed your options for a second before deciding to take your clothes off, you actually liked your shirt and knew that he would hold up his threat if you disobeyed. You tossed your clothes at his feet in a small act of defiance, “Good choice, even if you’re still gonna act like a brat.”

He finished gathering the toys and walked back over to you, “Are you gonna lay down or am I gonna have to threaten you again?” he asked. You thought for a second before moving to lay on the bed knowing that you’d have other chances to push his buttons. He laid down the items next to you, thinking for a second before picking up the padded cuffs, he hooked one around each of your wrists before bringing your arms up over your head and linking the cuffs together around one of the bars on the headboard. You tested your restraints, tugging on them slightly before deciding you were happy with how they felt.

You looked at him expectantly, “Is this it or are you gonna actually punish me?” you smirked at him. He glared at you and picked up another item, a penis gag, long enough to fill your mouth but not so long that it made you gag.

“I told you I was sick of hearing your voice.” he said, pressing the tip up against your lips. You refused to open your mouth so he reached up with one hand and pinched your nose closed, cutting off your air supply. You held your breath for as long as you could before you had to open your mouth to breathe and as soon as you did, he thrust the gag into your mouth, hard enough for it to tap the back of your throat and make you gag. He buckled it behind your head while you adjusted to the weight of it in your mouth, it made swallowing a little difficult and forming any coherent words was next to impossible. He smiled at you, “Finally some peace and quiet.” he said making you glare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, one wrong move from you and i'll lock that around your head so you can prove to everyone how much you love having your mouth full of cock.” You attempted to say something snarky but only managed a couple garbled noises, “Maybe we should get a longer one. One that hits the back of your throat so all you can do is gag around it, then maybe you’d be less of a brat.” He took two of his fingers and placed them on the part of the gag that covered your mouth before giving the gag one quick press, once again sending the tip of the gag into your throat and causing you to gag again, tears welling up in your eyes at the sensation. “What do you think, kitten, should I grab the lock and make you wear that around the other boys?” you shook your head. “What’s the matter, earlier you had no problem flirting with Chan but now you don’t want them to see how much of a slut you are?” you shook your head again. “Well then you should start being less of a brat. Next time you act out like this, that’s what’ll happen, got it?” you nodded in response. “Good.” he removed his fingers from the gag and selected another toy, it was one that you had bought a while ago but that he never let you use no matter how desperately you wanted to.

He held up the strap-on so you could see it clearly, you held back a whine as he looked at it, “You’ve been wanting to use this almost as long as we’ve been together, right?” he asked, you nodded. “All you wanted was for me to let you pound me into this mattress.” you nodded more enthusiastically. “Were you hoping for the chance to dom me?” you nodded again. “Well that’s just too bad, see I was thinking I’d let you wear this, fuck myself on it while you can’t touch me, and then just throw it away.” this time you let the whine slip out, not being able to finger him open or bend him over and take him how you wanted him would be absolute torture. “Judging by that reaction, it sounds like you don’t want that?” his voice was teasing, you shook your head. “Well isn’t that just too bad, cause that’s what’s happening.” you whined louder. He ignored your protests, setting down the strap-on and picking up the ankle cuffs, he attached one to each ankle and pulled your legs down to the end of the mattress where you had connection points to a strap that went under the bed, he attached each cuff to a connection point forcing your legs to remain open. The restraints held your legs flat enough so you couldn’t even bend your knees, this meant that if he did fuck himself on your strap-on, no matter what you did you would be unable to get leverage to fuck up into him.

“Still feeling bratty?” he asked, you glared at him, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He grabbed the strap-on and began strapping it onto you, lifting up your hips with one hand so he could get it properly situated onto you. You put up as much of a fight as you could until he tightened the last strap. “I have to say, I’ll be sad to see this thing go after tonight, it would’ve been fun to let you fuck me, too bad you never earned it.” he said, wrapping a hand around the thin plastic dildo and giving it a couple of strokes, you whined desperately. “Although, I think it’ll be just as fun to see the look on your face when it goes into the trash.” he said with a smirk. You whined again, “Oh shut up,” he scolded, “You don’t get to act like a brat and then complain when you get punished. In fact, I don’t want to hear another noise from you. I want you to be my perfect little fuck toy tonight, one more peep and you won’t cum for a year.” You held back the whine that bubbled up in your throat, knowing that he would make good on his threat if you disobeyed. “I’m gonna use you until I’m satisfied and then maybe, if I feel like it, I’ll let you hump my thigh till you cum, sound good?” you shook your head. He shrugged at you, “Sucks.” was all he said before moving off of the bed, he stood up and stripped himself of his clothing before settling himself between your legs.

He grabbed the bottle of lube that he had placed next to you and got himself into position. He drizzled some lube onto his hand before wrapping it around his cock and pumping slowly, using his other hand, he scooped some of the excess lube onto his fingers and brought them down to his hole. He pressed one into himself and moaned softly, the hand around his dick still moving slowly. You knew that he was moving so slowly to get you riled up and as much as you hated to admit it, it was working. You could feel your resolve slipping with every movement he made. He added another finger and hissed at the stretch, he always added the second finger too quickly, almost enjoying the sting of the stretch. You watched intently as he began to scissor his fingers, he cried out as he curled them up, hitting his prostate dead on. He began to fuck himself on his fingers, still stroking himself slowly as he started grinding down on his hand. You began to tug at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to take over for him, to feel his hole clench around your fingers. You looked up to see the fucked out expression on his face only to find that he was looking at you, he was biting his lip, his pupils were blown but his resolve was still strong, he was determined to break you, to make you be obedient. Finally he pulled his fingers out of himself, he used the lube on his hands to slick up the strap-on before moving to straddle you. He moaned loudly as he sank down on the dildo, you resisted the urge to whine at him, you were still tugging at the restraints but he was no longer paying attention to you. He began to slowly move himself up and down on the dildo, his hand going back to stroking himself. Obediently you didn’t even try to thrust up into him, the visuals of him ignoring you and treating you like an over-sized sex toy enough to finally break your resolve.

“What’s the matter?” he asked between moans, “Did I break you that easily?” his voice sounded steady despite all the noises he was making. You didn’t acknowledge his question, too lost in watching him sink down over the dildo. Not satisfied with you ignoring him, he reached down and tweaked one of your nipples, the sudden contact making your body jolt and you snapped your head up to look at him. “I asked you a question, slut, did I break you that easily?” you looked down, not able to maintain eye contact as you gently nodded your head. “Does that mean you’re gonna be good for me, now?” you nodded again, “Good, I’m still gonna throw the strap-on away after this, but I’m glad to know you’re gonna start acting right.” You bit back a whine, still trying to be good for once. His bouncing began to get faster and sloppier, you watched the muscles in his stomach tense rhythmically as he got closer to his high. He threw his head back in pleasure and you watched as he fell apart on top of you, he cried out as his orgasm hit him, sinking down on the dildo and grinding himself through the waves of pleasure. His release covered your stomach and you went back to tugging at your restraints, just wanting to touch him. He caught his breath for a few seconds before lifting himself off of you, almost immediately he began to undo the straps for the strap-on and pull it off of you.

“Now, I know you finally decided to be good, but you still need your punishment for acting like such a slut today.” he said as he picked up another toy, you whined at him. “I’ll let that noise slide but I’m telling you right now that the other boys could be home soon and if you make too much noise, one of them just might come in here to check on you and you wouldn’t want that, right?” you shook your head. “Good girl.” he said before reaching down to press his thumb to your clit, your body jolted and you cried out from the sudden contact. He smirked at you and began to move his thumb in slow circles while he talked, “Now, here’s what's gonna happen, I’m gonna set you up with this,” he held up a wand vibrator, “and then I’m gonna leave the room, I’m not sure when I’ll be back but I do know that you’re gonna wanna be real quiet cause I’m definitely not gonna close the door, got it?” you resisted the urge to whine and attempt to argue around the gag, instead just nodding your head.

He smiled triumphantly at you before reaching down and grabbing a leather strap, he used that to secure the vibrator to your thigh, ensuring that it was pressed right up against your pussy before moving away from you and pulling his clothes back on. Once he was fully dressed he reached over and turned the toy on, you cried out at the intense vibrations coursing through your body, “Remember, baby, try and stay quiet.” he said before leaving the room. True to his word he left the door open a crack. The thrill of getting caught increasing your excitement tenfold and causing a sudden orgasm to hit you. Your best to stay quiet through the pleasure, only letting out soft whimpers. The pleasure quickly turned to pain as the vibrator began to overstimulate you, you tried to wiggle away from it but the strap on your thigh kept it securely in place. You were still wiggling around when you heard the sound of the front door open and the distinct sounds of the rest of the boys coming home.

“Are you guys done?” Chan called out cautiously, unable to respond to him you did your best to stay silent as you heard Minho respond to him, their conversation picked up and you heard the sounds of the rest of the boys spreading throughout the dorm. Luckily your room was at the end of a hall, there was no reason for anyone to walk to your door and even luckier, no one did. The fear of getting caught increased as you heard the boys began to settle into being at home, knowing that at any moment one of them could knock on your door and see you in such a compromising position. Soon enough you heard footsteps approaching your door, your body tensed in fear as the door slowly opened, the adrenaline running through your body triggering another orgasm. You did your best to hold back the noises but plenty of noises still slipped out as the door opened all the way to reveal Minho. He quickly shut the door behind him, tears spilled down your cheeks as the toy began to overstimulate you once again.

He walked over to you and turned the toy off “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, you nodded frantically and began trying to apologize around the gag. “Shh, baby, hold on let me get all this off of you.” quickly he undid the strap around the toy, setting it off to the side before removing the cuffs on your ankles and then moving up to the cuffs on your wrists. As soon as your arms were free you grabbed onto him and pulled him close. “Hold on, let me get the gag out of your mouth.” he said pulling away slightly to unbuckle the gag. He pulled it out of your mouth slowly, trailing a string of spit behind it that he quickly wiped away. Tears were still streaming down your cheeks as you began to apologize to him again now that you could actually speak. “Hey, hey it's okay.” he said, pulling you close and running his fingers gently through your hair, “You did so good I’m so proud of you.” he said softly. “Do you need anything?” he asked.

“Just you.” you responded.

“Cute.” he smiled down at you before shifting around, you held him tighter, afraid that he was trying to leave. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just trying to get comfortable.” you loosened your grip slightly and he moved himself so he was laying down before pulling you over and laying your head on his chest. “You know I love you, right?” he asked, you nodded, “Good, cause I really do.” you smiled softly as your eyes fluttered closed. The exhaustion from everything he had done finally taking over as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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keith-the-hoe · 4 years ago

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The Glimmer Hoes Master Plan| Crack Fanfic Mini Series

Episode One: [X]

Episode Two: [X]

Episode Three: [X]

Episode Four: I'm Flyin'

Episode Five: [X]

Warnings:

This may contain weird questionable subjects, no no words and sex scenes. It may cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and fall into a state of confusion. Do not read if you are under the age of 16. Read at your own risk.

Cast:

Keith Richards

Ronnie Wood

Bill Wyman

Charlie Watts

Rod Stewart

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It was around midnight when the huge slaughtering went down around the small motel in CaliFOnia. The Rolling Stones were on the search for a hospital since Ronnie is a dumbass and got attacked by a Mick robot. Keith has been on his side the entire trip. He was quite upset about everything that happened since they went on vaca. His whore side hoe got killed, his Cyborg Mick didn't work out well, and now his best friend is now slowly dying.

"Don't worry buddy, you will be fine, I swear," Keith said calmly.

Ronnie didn't seem to be having a problem with anything. He was just there looking at Keef, smiling.

"Well.... this has been a helluva ride! You Rolling Stones whores are something!" He added.

Bill just rolled his eyes and looked out the window. Charlie was still trying to figure out why he's in a band full of dumbasses. Keith looked away for a second and later realized that Ronnie wasn't there anymore. He panicked.

"G-guys!! Ron disappeared!" Keith yelled. Bill and Charlie looked back at him. They were confused. Charlie sighed in relief. No more dumbasses.

"Where in bloody hell did he go, you monkey!?" Bill yelled. Keith searched the whole van and did not find him anywhere. Charlie looked out the windshield and spotted Ronnie on top of a roof of a strip club.

"Bill! BILL!" He pulled on his hair to get his attention. "That big nose whore is on top of that roof!" He said as he pointed up at him. Keith pressed his monkey face on the glass and spotted him.

"RON! How in the actual fuck did ya get up there!?" Keith asked as the van pulled up to the parking lot of the strip club. He kicked the door open and ran up to the building.

"Oh hiya there Keith! Beautiful view up here! I can see every single building from here!" Ronnie said with a chuckle. Keith extended his arms in case he decides to jump off.

"Ron! Get down from there! You're going to fall!" Keith said sounding very worried. Ronnie just laughed.

"Nah! Mate! I won't fall! I've done this many times with my mate, Rod!" He said. Keith was utterly confused. Bill and Charlie walked up to Keith to tell him that they should get going. Keith refused to leave Ronnie behind so he climbed onto the roof. He then realized that he is afraid of heights. He slowly walked up to Ronnie.

"Alright mate, just walk over to me and lets get down safely, okay?" He said calmly. Ronnie just smiled widely at him. He did a T-pose and fell forwards. Keith panicked and ran to the edge of the building. He didn't see him anywhere.

"Charlie! Where did he go!?" He said in a very shaky voice. Charlie pointed up to the sky. "You dumbass! Why would you even consider that huh!?" He yelled. Charlie shook his head in disappointment.

"You Muppet! That is not wot I meant! He's up in the sky flying!" Charlie yelled in response. Keith looked up to the sky. There he was, flying around like a chicken. He was so confused. He the heard music coming from a building that was across from the strip club. A blonde big nose whore was standing on there singing some song that said something among the lines of "I'm flying."

"Wot the fuck?....." Keith said to himself. Bill and Charlie seemed to be entertained by the music. Bill looked up at Keith, who was still on top of the roof.

"Hey matey! Get your monkey ass down from there and come look at this spectacular show!" He yelled. Keith was hella annoyed by everything. He got down from the building and headed to the van. Ronnie was preparing for landing but a pamper flew into his face and caused him to fly into the dumbass bitch, Rod. It caused a huge explosion. Bill and Charlie hugged each other in fear. They slowly looked at each other and pulled away. That was awkward. Keith was once again hella upset.

"Let's get the fuck out of here...." He said as he hopped in the van. The Rolling Stones were once again on the run. Keith could not believe that he'd just lost his two best friends. Ron was like a corn dog to him.

"Where are we headed?" Bill asked Charlie. He just sat there thinking if they could possibly go back home because he just wants to go home. The only problem was that they didn't have money to book a flight to go back to Britain. They were stuck in the states for a while. Keith reached into his underwear and pulled out a picture of his whore best friend, Mick. He seriously wished he was by his side, even if it was for just a little bit. A tear ran down his monkey face and quickly wiped it away. Bill and Charlie saw someone crossing the street.

"Jesus CHARLIE STEP ON THE BLOODY BREAKS!" Bill yelled.

Charlie did what he was told. The van did a loud skkkrt sound. Keith flew into the seat. Dumbass didn't wear his seatbelt. Charlie and Bill sat there completely startled. There stood a man who was average height with longish hair and blue eyes. Keith took a glance at him. He could not believe his eyes.

"M-Mick?" He said softly.

The figure walked closer to the van. His skin was pale and was covered in dry blood. His clothes were worn out and dirty.

"Sweet mother of-" Charlie added.

Keith quickly exited the van and ran up to him. Mick took out a blade and pointed it at Keef. He stood there in fear of him getting stabbed by his zombie friend.

"M-Mick," he began, "Its me, you're buddy. We've known each other since we were dumb fucks."

Mick slowly turned his head to look a Keef. His eye color was faded to a light blue shade. He stared at him for a while until he put away his blade. He was shocked to once again see his monkey friend after he had gotten killed by Mick Taylor.

"Its okay buddy, I ain't going to hurt ya..... Just want to be with you again...." Keith explained.

Mick stood there in silence.

"Jesus wot is this!? Some kind of weird romantic zombie movie!? Oh fuck that matey! I ain't here for that! I just want my damn band back!" Mick said.

Keith chuckled and pulled Mick in for a tight hug. Surprisingly, Mick hugged him back.

"Jesus Mick! Where the hell were you!? How did you find us!? I thought I lost you forever!" He rambled.

"Well, Monkey, after you had left me there at the dumpster, I woke up and followed the tracks from the van." Mick explained. "It was a helluva ride!"

Keith was glad that his bestie was back. He couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. Bill and Charlie just sat there in the van face palming their faces.

"Well.... We're back to square one....." Bill said to Charlie.

Charlie just wants to go home.

"I am hella glad you're alive! Heck I even tried to replace you with a cyborg version of you!" Keith said as he fixed his pants.

"You did wot now?..." He asked.

"Doesn't matter! You're here now! Meaning we can go back to being friends and being in our band!" Keith added.

Mick just smiled in response. They both hoped into the van. Bill and Charlie shook their heads in disappointment. They threw Mick in the dumpster for a reason and somehow he managed to find them. They really thought they did something. Lol. Mick and Keef kept going on about plans they had for their road trip. Mick really wanted to go to January so Keith yelled into Bill's ear to drive them to McDonald's because he really wanted some lettuce from there. All Mick wanted was eat brains but he resisted. Bill rolled his eyes and began to drive. Mick sucked Keef's penis to pass the time. Charlie shoved them out of the van because he seriously did not want to see dumb fucks sucking each other's dicks.

The Rolling Stones made it to a fairly large city that was located in Wendy's bathroom. Mick and Keef kept making out in the back of the van.

"We should totes do that....." Bill said to Charlie with a small chuckle. Charlie just sighed deeply.

"I just want to go home.... Is that too much to ask for? We've been all over the place and it's been exhausting for me." Charlie explained. Bill just sighed. He patted his shoulder and looked at him dead in the eye.

"Don't you worry about a thing, we'll go home soon." He said in a soft voice. Charlie just looked into his dark eyes. He began to feel warm. Mick chocked on Keef's dick and was trying to figure out how the fuck that happened because his monkey penis isn't the biggest here. He then saw Bill and Charlie kissing each other.

"Oh shit matey!" Mick yelled which resulted in him getting a shoe thrown at him.

Keef got lost and has no idea what just happened. The Rolling Stones stopped by a motel that has been vandalized by Led Zeppelin.

"Oh no.... those damn crusty ass bastards are here...." Charlie added. Bill spotted one of the members who was pissing in the pool. He was truly concerned about them.

"Wotever you lads do.... do not get near Led Zeppelin, those bastards do witch craft and eat goats hearts." Bill explained.

"Oh shut it you! We literally eat goats head soups!" Keef yelled. Bill was hella confused. When did they do that? They checked out rooms that had two singles. Mick and Keef are going to share beds while Bill and Charlie sleep on the other bed. This was going to be a sexy night. Sorry, Rod Stewart is holding me hostage as I write this whole fanfic. The Glimmer Hoes removed their clothes and laid in bed. Keef fell asleep pretty quick. Charlie and Bill stared at the ceiling and fell asleep. Mick didn't need sleep at all. So he went out to the porch and saw two led zeppelin members fucking each other in the pool. He's got some inspo there! There was another band staying in the motel. Mick absolutely hated them with a burning passion.

"Oh those bloody Beatles! we're constantly getting compared to one another!" Mick said angrily. He came up with a very beautiful idea. He reached in his trousers and took out his blade. "Let's Dance! Put on your red shoes and dance the Blues!" Oh Mick loves Bowie so much. He walked up to The Beatles and began to slice their head open to eat their brains. He let one go but was killed by a Led Zeppelin member. There was no point in doing that honestly. Mick went back to the room. He was still hungry and needed more brains to devour. He stood there in the doorway looking at his buddies. He slowly walked in and shut the door behind him.

#the rolling stones #rolling stones #cursed #cursed post #cursed image #cursed photo #cursed content #mick jagger #keith richards #charlie watts #ronnie wood #rod stewart #rolling stones fanfic #crack fanfic #fanfic #writing #writers on tumblr #classic rock #rock

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BnHA Vigilantes Chapters 59 - 65: Emergency Catch-Up Blog

before I start, please be advised that the following post will contain a potential MAJOR SPOILER FOR CHAPTER 253, which has not yet been released! please don’t be an idiot like me and spoil yourselves, guys. stay safe.

but anyways yes, this is my recap post for Those Chapters of Vigilantes. at long last. hooray! by the way this is barely edited at all, on account of it being a rush job (see re: the “Emergency” bit in the header). just some raw, unfiltered, [CENSORED SPOILER THING] thoughts and feelings! hopefully it’s readable; when I have more time I’ll try and clean it up a bit more.

so now, first off, credit where credit is due because omg

bless you anon, you saved my life

but let me backtrack! looool so guys, I did a dumb thing and peeked at a spoiler, and read the name “Shirakumo”, and was like FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK and noped out, but it was too late lol. so then I was like “HOW DO I CATCH UP ON THE ENTIRETY OF VIGILANTES IN LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, fully aware that I probably wasn’t going to do shit and would most likely just spend tomorrow apologizing and shrugging my way through the new chapter. and by the way guys, I’ll go ahead and throw in one of those apologies now, because I’ve had at least a dozen anons implore me to pick up Vigilantes, and I’m fully aware that Aizawa’s past has been covered (including one (1) cloudy boi), and that it’s really good. I just haven’t had the energy to do it! because reading and liveblogging are two very different things, and the latter just takes so much more time and energy honestly. so I kept putting it off and off and off, and now here I am

but then this ask came along telling me exactly which chapters to read in order to get the context I need! so seriously anon, you are the MVP of my week, and I appreciate this so, so much. I am now off to read those chapters, and I apologize to everyone again, but while I will liveblog them, it’ll probably be kind of a rush job due to the circumstances. like I won’t get into every single detail here, because it’s six whole chapters. but I’ll do my best

hmm I don’t know what constitutes the second half of chapter 59 lol so here I am reading the whole damn thing

AIZAWA BEING FRIENDS WITH MIDNIGHT, AND MIDNIGHT HAS A CAT OH GOSH

looool

personally, Aizawa hated school. he would never ever dream of becoming a teacher. how ridiculous. irrational af

“we’ll have you teaching at U.A. soon enough” psssh. not this man, sister

he’s hanging up on her now. honestly I am glad I did not skip the first part of this chapter lol

some wolfman is chasing the protag of this series whose name I forgot, as well as a little girl and ANOTHER CAT. this series has so many cats?! apparently!?

Aizawa is saving the cat. the hero we deserve

the protag whose name I am about to look up wants to adopt the cat, which prompts Aizawa to launch into a 2500-word essay on why he should not adopt the cat

okay the kid’s name is Koichi. he’s apparently 19 in the series, but I don’t know how old he is in this particular scene though because I have the vague impression that the series at large takes place in present-day BnHA time, which would mean this is definitely a flashback. so. ??

OHO, NOW IT’S A FLASHBACK WITHIN A FLASHBACK!!? so this is the Aizawa past thing everyone’s been all “!!!!” about. well here you go guys

young Shouta is staring at an abandoned kitty in a box in the rain

he left the cat, but also left his umbrella over it, awww

and he arrived at class all wet. and his teacher says he can go change his clothes, but he’s all “NAH I’M EMO SO I’LL JUST STAY LIKE THIS”, wow

“I’m powerless” jesus christ Shou get a grip

here comes Present Mic to forcibly lift his best bud’s spirits. they’re in second year apparently

Present Mic, and I mean this in the most loving and affectionate way possible, is the most annoying man on the planet

how was he not just constantly punched in the face at all times. like constantly walking around being punched by people

well well well

something horrible is sure going to happen to you, isn’t it? here I thought you were probably dead, but I’m kinda getting the inkling [SPOILERS, FOLKS, I’M SERIOUS] you’re gonna maybe show up in the latest chapter of the main series, so I guess not! congratulations I guess?? OR MAYBE NOT

“dammit Shirakumo” oh so it’s like that

their teacher deserves a raise. never thought we’d see another U.A. faculty member more done with life than Aizawa himself

hey Shirakumo is giving Shouta his umbrella back, but what about the cat?! SHIRAKUMO ARE YOU REALLY A NICE GUY, I’M NOT SURE YET

meanwhile he’s stripping naked in the middle of class. oh yes. I forgot Vigilantes was like this

he’s using his cloud quirk to censor himself where it counts

“and inside this cloud... is this charming little creature” lol we think he’s talking about his penis but then he pulls out the cat! WELL NEVER MIND THEN SHIRAKUMO

so Shouta is sitting around thinking emo thoughts that are gradually giving way to some decidedly un-hetero thoughts about Shirakumo, who’s doing that shounen thing where he smiles with his eyes closed while being silhouetted against the bright sun. maaaaan. Aizawa you are hella gay my dude

okay next chapter and they’re being assigned internships

Shirakumo’s hero costume is... well let’s just say it’s a good thing he’s got such a badass quirk

he’s riding around on that cloud like Goku. like a fucking Lakitu from Super Mario

now the teachers are talking about the three boys and whether they’ll be able to land internships

“Yamada shouldn’t have a problem. his voice quirk has applications in battle, rescue, and entertainment. but the boy’s a bit distractible.” okay first of all how the hell would Mic ever rescue a person with his quirk. fucking scream them to safety or what. and second, by distractible you mean punchable right. again, all the love

oh my god he’s so cute

lmao this is seriously my favorite picture of Aizawa ever. GO GETTEM SLUGGER

so Shouta is getting bullied by some guy with a decidedly Katsuki-ish quirk, except he shoots jets of fire out of his hands. but anyway he says that fighting Shouta is boring. SHUT UP, YOU. YOU’RE BORING

Shouta is so emo. but he really does want to be a good hero, he just doesn’t know how. he seems very frustrated

he’s lecturing Kumo on not giving people-food to the cat. and now he has picked up the cat and is cradling and bottle-feeding it like an infant. bless

this manga really has a gag panel of the cat pissing on Shirakumo afterwards, like. see this is another reason why I haven’t exactly been in a rush to read it sob. my sense of humor doesn’t really seem to align with Furuhashi’s

oH MY GOD

high school Midnight is the coolest person I have ever seen and I want to be just like her when I grow up

aaaaand she is literally not wearing any clothes except that belt and those boob-holsters. which, I mean, it’s not like she really dresses any differently in the main series, but this being Vigilantes, I’m sure we’ll get another half a dozen pages showing extreme close-ups of her costume from various angles. again, another area where this series and I don’t quite see eye to eye, but it’s all right since we’re just passing through here

and one year later they wrote a literal law limiting how much exposed skin a hero costume can show. oh Midnight. meanwhile I forgot how much this series makes me appreciate Horikoshi, flaws and all. I’ll take a thousand Minetas over this shit honestly. at least Mineta always gets his comeuppance. but anyway

they have named the cat “Sushi”

Midnight is straight up taking the cat lmao

Yamada got an internship. one down, two to go

Midnight’s back and showing them a video of the cat pooping. one joke about the cat’s bathroom habits in a single chapter was not enough, we’re going for two. not like we have anything more important to cover, like Aizawa getting an internship and something terrible and tragic happening to his boyfriend. let’s just keep talking about cat poop

okay here we go, Midnight says her boss will take them as interns

“Loud Cloud” lmao. home run hero name. GOAT

so Shouta’s chasing a villain and nearly got crushed by a safe that he threw at him, but he’s being saved by some guy who I’m guessing is his boss

oh my

this is the kind of weirdness that only a manga can get away with. I wonder how this idea came into being and whose idea it was, Horikoshi’s or Furuhashi’s. maybe the two of them hitting each other up back and forth in a text chain. “so I’m doing Aizawa’s flashback now, who do you want to have him to intern under?” “hmm I don’t know but I was thinking literally Prince”

Prince is chewing Shouta out something fierce

I thought I was prepared for these Aizawa flashbacks, but some things you can never be prepared for

lol he asked Shouta how he fucked up, and Shouta started listing all of his tactical errors, and Prince interrupted him and is all “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT THAT GLOOMY FACE” listen son just who do you think your intern is. THAT’S JUST HIS FACE LEAVE HIM ALONE

he says Aizawa wears his stress all over his sleeve and bums people out

he’s telling him to smile! now where have we heard that philosophy before

hello

I’m just reblogging this panel because of reasons

so Shouta is sulking in the locker room, and Shirakumo is showering off and says his MO is to keep smiling even when he screws up

now Midnight is texting Shouta 500 cat pictures

lmao we can’t see Shouta’s face, but Kumo is streaking in and is all “THERE’S THAT SMILE, SUNSHINE!!!!”

OH SHIT NOW IT’S A FEW DAYS LATER AND THE VILLAIN IS BACK BUT THIS TIME SHOUTA DONE GOT HIM SOME GOGGLES!! the path from adorable to sexy begins. the Longbottoming

oh shit the goggles belong to Shirakumo. the gayening. and they were roommates

Shouta’s using his quirk!

and the bad guy is all “I don’t need my quirk to crush you” and straight up demolishing the fucking pavement yikes

and Kumo is leaping at him from above and whomping him on the head

yay they caught him. and Shouta is...

he’s trying. they’ll coax a real smile out of him yet! just show him a Youtube compilation of Logical Ruses

now he and Shirakumo have matching pairs of goggles. I’m just gonna assume this means they are married

the fire hands bully guy from earlier is coming over to start some shit again

he says he also realized the importance of eye protection through his internship. and Mic says he stole the idea from him

now the class is partnering off for two-on-two battle training, and Kumo is partnering with Shouta

they’re going up against Mic and Fire Hands, and for some reason they’re making a wager of it. whoever loses has to stop wearing glasses. this is easily the stupidest thing I have seen in this series yet, not to mention the most accurate

Kumo’s grinning at Shouta and saying the goggles symbolize their friendship and they have to defend them. you know, lovable scamp stuff

now Shirakumo and Shouta are double teaming the Fire Hands guy and taking him out in seconds because OF COURSE THEY DID. lol he never fucking stood a chance

but Shouta’s handing the glasses back and says that two-on-one isn’t fair so he’s calling the wager off

aaaand Fire Hands is snatching them back and stomping on them. and says he doesn’t need them

listen you dingus, yes you do fucking need them. and also he says he didn’t lose! wow this guy really has his head up his ass. I’d say he reminds me of a CERTAIN SOMEONE, but you know what, I’ll give Mr. Certain Someone his fair credit though, because he managed to get his shit together long before his second year. Fire Hands still needs to grow up

the teacher is telling him he missed the point of the exercise, and FH is literally ignoring him and running off wow

apparently Mic also gave up his sunglasses and got himself a pair of goggles. well we know that’s not gonna last. and for that matter, Shouta’s gonna change out his goggles for a different model as well. ohhhhh some tragedy is on the horizon I just know it, this is gonna hurt

Shirakumo says the three of them should start their own agency. ahhh. buddy I’m here reading this from the future, and I gotta tell you, son... shit’s awkward as fuck

and he’s pointing out all the different ways they complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses

Shouta says he can’t do anything on his own, but Kumo says that just means he’s suited to teamwork

Kumo’s inviting Midnight to join them, but she’s declining lol

Shouta’s looking at the sky all dramatically. oh baby this is it isn’t it. things are about to get rough

“one week later”

NOO THEY HURT MY PRECIOUS PRINCE

SOMEONE IS CALLING FOR BACKUP AND THE CAMERA IS ZOOMING IN ON A BUSTED UP PAIR OF GOGGLES, FUCK EVERYTHING

now we’re cutting to Mic and Fire Hands and FH replaced his sunglasses with a pair of goggles. goggles are just the in thing now

Fire Hands talks about Aizawa so much I’m starting to ship the two of them now as well. damn Shouta how many high school boyfriends did you have??

so they’re fighting off some toad monster and it’s absorbing all their attacks

meanwhile Shouta and Kumo are literally helping kindergartners to cross the street

look at this

it’s beyond my comprehension how anyone could possibly mistake this man for anything but a future teacher

even Kumo is commenting on how natural he is at working with kids

oH MY GOD the kids waved goodbye and said “bye Eraserhead” and it prompted a little smile

Kumo says Shouta psychs himself out and convinces himself he can’t do stuff, but really he can do just about anything if he puts his mind to it. aww. and he’s right!!

oh shit here comes the toad

so this toad’s name is Garvey, and he’s literally wanted for murder oh shit. and he has a Fatgum-like quirk that can absorb attacks and store them up to release them

and some idiots hit him with a combined attack that ended up powering him the fuck up. well shit

so Prince is placing a rose in between his teeth and getting ready to fight this toad off. do it I believe in you

now a lot is happening all at once, jesus. Shouta and Kumo were trying to evacuate the kids but then the toad just appeared right there like wtf, and then Prince also showed up out of nowhere and went to hit the thing with a flying jump kick

aaaand he’s getting blasted into a building

oof. and getting even further blasted now. welp

Kumo’s protecting the kiddos with his Nimbus quirk!

OH FUCKING SHIT AND THEN HE GOT CRACKED IN THE HEAD BY A GIANT FALLING ROCK

is this bitch fucking dead now. I can’t believe they fucking Obitoed my bro Shirakumo

so now the toad is looming over them, and Shouta realizes he’s the only one left standing, and all his doubts are filtering into his mind as he desperately tries to think of how to stop him

and Shirakumo’s... gourd... thing... is klunking in out of nowhere, and it has a little speaker on it, and it’s all “YOU GOT THIS AIZAWA” and wtf. this is like something out of a weird fever dream

OH SHIT BOYS AIZAWA SHOUTA DONE GOT HIS GAME FACE ON NOW

THE LONGBOTTOMING CONTINUES

so now he’s leaping fifty feet into the air, somehow, and thinking that his Erasure quirk will at least level the playing field. well all right then! you go boy

now it’s raining and of course bolts of lightning are dramatically hitting the ground all around them

Shouta’s kicking off the lil power toad lumps one by one lol

literally just jumping all around and kickin’ stuff

oof he took a bad hit. but he’s sitting back up!

Kumo’s disembodied gourd voice keeps shouting encouragement at him though, idk. so there’s that

he says Shouta’s strong and he won’t lose, and Shouta is all “RAHHHHHHH.” you guys, if 1-A ever found out about this flashback they would never let the man live it down. hell I’m not gonna let him live it down. okay then. Mr. RAHHHHHH

he’s doing some weird stuff with his capture weapon now. I think maybe he grabbed a rock with it and chucked it at the guy

and now the guy is shooting all his toad lumps at Shouta all at once! WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

yooooo Shouta literally grabbed them all with the capture weapon and he’s CHUCKIN’ EM ALL INTO THE DUDE’S MOUTH Y’ALL THIS IS SOME REAL FUCKING SHIT LMAO GET WRECKED

so the guy is blowing up from the inside out. yeah that’s what you get for murdering Shouta’s childhood friend you piece of shit

and Shouta’s collapsing in exhaustion but happily shouting “SHIRAKUMO I DID IT” before he passes out. oh my god don’t tell me Kumo is already dead and Shouta just hallucinated his voice or some shit. THEN WHO WAS GOURD omg

oooooof here we go

[places both hands on Shouta’s shoulders and looks him dead in the eye] son I don’t know how to tell you this, but Shirakumo has been dead for twenty years

wow can someone just fucking tell Shouta already so he stops depressing everyone and making an idiot out of himself. geez how long are you all gonna stand around despondently shooting knowing looks at each other in the rain

so they’re picking up the gourd speaker thing and OF COURSE it’s visibly broken and there’s no possible way Kumo’s voice could have been coming out of it. especially since he has been dead for twenty years. here’s a picture of his grave. oh shit what’s that little grave right next to his?? OH MY GOD IT’S THE CAT. OH MY GOD

oh fuck me

Y’ALL REALLY DID THESE BABIES LIKE THAT. HORIKOSHI!! FURUHASHI!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW I WANT A WORD!!

so now Fire Hands, who is trying his best to be comforting but is just SO BAD AT IT, is all “Aizawa you went toe to toe with this thing and beat it YOURSELF!! ALL ALONE!!!” jesus christ I need a minute

OH DAMN A CALLBACK TO THE RAIN “THIS KINDA FITS OUR VIBE RIGHT NOW” LINE but now it’s saaaaaaaad oh no

I mean. I knew going in that this was going to be Aizawa’s sad childhood flashback about his friend Shirakumo whom something very terrible happened to. it’s not like I’m even surprised. I knew what I was getting myself into here. but damn that still hurts

do you guys think that having a permanent image of his best friend forever immortalized as a cheerful seventeen-year-old, and being forever haunted by the memory of that seventeen-year-old being cut down in the prime of his life, might have given Aizawa Shouta lasting trauma which carried over into his adulthood and makes him do desperately reckless things when children are at risk, such as leaping into battle against an army of villains all alone. dammit now I want to grab every single problem child of 1-A and shake them roughly and scream at them for all the sleepless nights they have doubtless caused this man

so now here he and Mic are both being sad

aww Mic. I’m sorry I keep wanting to punch you in the face. it’s just reflex

and now it’s one year later and the class is gearing up for the sports festival

well look who is almost fully done with his metamorphosis

you will soon be a beautiful butterfly

he is literally going to sleep in the middle of class. well depression makes people tired. sigh

he’s got his familiar goggles now! and he’s kicking FH’s ass and lecturing him on how to fight better. damn his character development is complete

and he’s helping FH to his feet aww. definitely boyfriends. this man gets around

his teachers now say that Shouta has gotten too complacent, if anything, and phones everything in once he knows he’s got a passing grade, and only gets passionate when it comes to practical exercises

and now we’re cutting to the gym and Shouta is indeed training passionately while Mic sits in the corner looking bummed. all these kids have been through far too much in their young lives

Shouta’s handing in his career aspiration form, and he wrote that he wants to start his own agency and focus on “fighting, and nothing else”

his scruffy facial hair is already starting to come in now. it’s true what they say, having a tragic past does indeed make you hotter

anyways but can we get this boy a hug!? anybody?? hello??!?

now they’re graduating and Shouta is disappearing in a poof of smoke and now there’s this big panel with flashbacks to his career up to the current point in Vigilantes!

and we’re back in the ~present~ and he’s telling Koichi to take good care of that cat. aaaand, I guess that’s that. geez. that was a lot

so there you go! the Aizawa flashbacks! they were very sad! all in all I really enjoyed them! so now, if Shirakumo isn’t actually dead (seeing as it’s a shounen manga that pays homage to comic books, so safe to say that People Not Actually Being Dead is a Certified Phenomenon, like it’s definitely a THING THAT CAN SOMETIMES HAPPEN), well then. tomorrow’s chapter is sure going to be interesting to say the least. lulz but maybe I’ve got it all wrong though. guess I’ll find out!

#bnha 253 #bnha vigilantes #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shirakumo oboro #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha vigilantes spoilers #makeste reads bnha #makeste reads vigilantes #the real question is what the hell ever happened to this prince guy #I refuse to believe he just disappeared off the face of the earth #how is he not a top ten hero #probably because he got knocked out by the toad villain in like two seconds #and his sixteen-year-old intern had to save his fabulous behind #well hats off to a legend #wherever he is now

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