#actively convulsing

[tomatoheadedmonkey]

bestie introduced me to House MD and i don’t think i’ve ever been into a show this much. i’m OBSESSED like actively shaking while writing this obsessed. all of the characters are well thought out and have more to them than just being part of house’s team (and they’re all hot) and there are puzzles each episode like this show has got me HOOKED oh yeah and house and wilson are so obviously in love it’s ridiculous they need to just kiss

[biomic]

okay back to boonboom sorry

[suffewingowo]

Oh therapy got me, CRYING crying today.

[koishua]

umm a little question about periods to my fellow more knowledgeable women so yeah tw for descriptions of the pain ig??

shit went down last night y'all is it normal to wake up feeling the most severe period cramp ever at three in the morning, throwing up, feeling so freaking cold, head swimming, mind fuzzy, everywhere shaking, face and neck white as sheet, not a single tint of colour on lips, practically blind and seeing nothing from the pain, fainting from said pain while trying to stumble around the hallway to get to the fridge for a pain killer, waking up a second later with even more pain, sweating buckets, and so on every end of the year or so? is this a shared experience?? am gonna go to the doctor but im not too hopeful about their diagnosis bc duh but jic

[monards]

screenshot saturday coming up...,silver thread screenshots mayhaps..

[boy-with-the-pink-hair]

Yeah, I made a comic. Why? Cuz, I love to suffer. OTL

Based on my fic.*shameless self-promo* Relevant snippet below the cut.

...

Stepping deeper now into the cavernous inner chamber, he kept a hand on the wall as he peered into the gloom, wondering what could've caused the machine to malfunction. He took another step forward, nearing the far end of the chamber, his hand sliding along the wall until it passed over a slight depression and then a protrusion. His foot suddenly bumped against a thick cable on the floor and he shifted his weight in surprise. That's when he felt the protrusion beneath his hand sink into the wall with a click!

He stumbled back and saw a control panel where his hand had been, the buttons labeled on and off. He soon realized what he'd done as the chamber let out a heavy CLUNK and began to whir and hum, the glowing lines of circuitry growing brighter as the sound crescendo'd to a deafening peak. Danny heard his friends call out to him in surprise, but he found himself frozen in place as he turned to see a bright green light bloom at the end of the chamber into a brilliantly blinding flash!

Suddenly, a massive surge of energy ripped into his body! It took his breath away--pulled from his lungs in a painful scream as his muscles contracted violently, body spasming and convulsing as every nerve burned and sizzled! His heart pounded erratically in his chest, harder and faster than he'd ever felt in his life, as though it might explode! He clutched at his chest with another painful spasm, doubling over in pain as he tried to take a breath. It was an agony like nothing he'd ever felt before. It felt like dying. Like his body was being ripped apart, molecule by molecule.

Then as quickly as it began, it was over. His eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the floor, a blackness overtaking everything.

...

While the two friends busied themselves with their own activities, they didn't notice the atmosphere of the lab change... until it was too late. The CLUNK of the machine quickly drew their attention and both Sam and Tucker dropped what they were doing to watch in horror as it whirred to life.

"Danny?" Sam called out to her friend, "Danny, what's happening?!" The whir of the machine grew louder and louder, and Sam's heart sank in dread.

Tucker rushed back to the portal entrance to see what was happening, and joined in Sam's concern. "Danny, get out of there! Something's wrong!" he shouted over the noise, but it was too late. A bright flash of light burst from the machine, forcing the pair to shield their eyes as the deafening hum was replaced by Danny's agonized screaming.

"DANNY!!" Sam dropped her camera and lurched toward the portal entrance, but Tucker caught her waist and pulled her back.

"Sam, don't! It's too dangerous! You could get hurt!"

"But Danny's IN THERE!! We have to SAVE him!!" she argued, pulling against his grip, but Tucker held tight.

"I’m sorry, Sam... there's nothing we can do."

Yet, Sam refused to just stand by and do nothing. She broke free of Tucker's arms and rushed forward... but it was already over.

Danny's body crumpled to the floor with a thud and laid motionless beyond the threshold of the machine as a swirling green vortex formed inside. The two friends stared in quiet horror, before Sam stumbled forward into the machine to pull Danny's limp body back from that sinister green portal as it grew to fill the entire chamber.

She felt her heart clench as she dragged him back into the lab and rolled him onto his back. His once jet black hair was now a shock of white, and he felt cold beneath her fingers. A faint stench of burning wafted from his body, his suit a charred black and the rubber ashen. She knelt beside him, a hand on his chest, the other gently brushing the hair from his face.

"Tucker..." She looked back at the other boy in restrained panic, her voice wavering as she spoke. "He-- He's not breathing."

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Read the rest here.

[dragonsfictavern]

Beyond Desperation

Halsin Silverbough x Reader

a/n: Halsin and Astarion, my two main mans. I couldn’t not write something for Halsin. Some of the description may have gotten a little size kinky but dude is huge so it makes sense to me.

summary: After a particularly adrenaline endorsing fight ensues, Halsin needs desperately to feel close to you. His first course of action is to connect his body and soul with yours, replacing the aches of the fight with the aches of strenuous activities. Leading him to go a little bit overboard and apologize through vigorous after-care.

warning: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, biting, marking, body worship, light subspace, phenomenal after-care.

word count: 2.7k

It was due to a planned attack that started all of this. You had been there of course, fighting by his side. He had been particularly looking forward to it all day, his energy levels high despite his calm demeanor. You could tell having learned to read his body language and all the other things he never needed to speak aloud. Halsin was itching to help and frankly, so were you. Both of you aiming to look out for the natural order of things.

But then something happened that you probably both should’ve expected. In his excitement, Halsin had gone a bit too wild for a first turn of attack. After that, it wasn’t much longer until the entire fight was over and you all had clearly won. The other guys, while having gotten a few good hits in, couldn’t last long compared to Halsin’s stamina.

Afterwards, he went right to you, still overwhelmingly pent up from the very underwhelming experience of a fight. Checking to make sure you weren’t seriously injured. His heading straight for you was growing to be somewhat of a common occurrence. You tried not to look into it or think too deeply about it. You knew the way in which he cared for others. But that didn’t stop your heart from warming that he came right for you when becoming aware of his need. That he trusted you to be able to take care of him.

Though right now you were starting to feel a strange kindred bond that your opponents had with him. That's to say you were beginning to fear you too didn’t have the stamina to match up with Halsin. Your nails dig into Halsin’s stomach, bringing out a low growl from him as he helps you ride him into another orgasm for you both.

Like clockwork a hoarse scream is ripped from your throat as Halsin brings you to another one of your countless rippling climaxes. Your orgasm coats his cock just as your walls spasm around him and he groans, his eyes clouded over in a lust-filled daze. The only thing on his mind is bringing you to your peak once again, desperate to feel the way you clench around him as he empties himself inside of you. Desperate to see and feel your body as he gives you pleasure. Even as a puddle of your combined release soaks into the bedroom sheets of the local inn.

Your body convulses as sharp prickles erupt over your body from his deep thrusts and the beginnings of overstimulation. A whimper moves past your lips as you sag against Halsin’s broad warm chest, exhaustion falling over you after hours of euphoric bliss.

“You’ve done so well for me, dove. I knew you would,” Halsin’s low gravelly voice whispers along the shell of your ear as he leans down to your height. Your body twitches as he continues rocking into you though you can tell he’s restraining himself. Holding back from taking you again so soon after such an intense orgasm. You whine, burying your face in his neck as your hands trail up his overheated skin till they wrap into his hair. Both of you feeling needy for touch right now. For closeness and connection. “Sh, sh, sh. I’ve got you.”

“More Halsin, please,” you croak out, lips brushing along his raging pulse. Your hips start to move with his and your jaw drops, feeling the burn as his thick girth continues to stretch and split you open. But Halsin’s hands are right there on your ass, pushing himself inside you. Your body warps into him, a long mewl leaving you. But just as you think it’s about to get so good again, Halsin’s hands tighten, keeping himself firmly planted in your walls.

“Relax, it’s alright. Take your time. I know you got one more in you and I’m not going anywhere,” Halsin’s voice is a low rumble that vibrates against your skin as he peppers kisses along your shoulder. Your body still shakes but you’re itching to move, to keep him stuffing you full of his cum till he forces it out with another healthy dose of it. You truly don’t know where your minds gone when you reach this place with him. The crown of his cock rests sweetly against your cervix and it only serves to drive you deeper into insanity.

“Don’t- don’t make me wait. I can’t and I know you can’t either. I know you need it and I can do this for you. I want to do this for you,” you beg earnestly as a light fog grows heavier in your mind and your arousal for him heightens. You know this’ll give Halsin peace of mind, you know it’ll calm him after the fight you all went through. You want nothing more than to give that to him. So you whisper the one thing you hope will push him over the edge. “Just let go.”

Halsin is frozen, keeping you frozen along with him. His forehead now resting heavily on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone as he inhales heavy amounts of your scent. Then with a final squeeze to your ass, he lifts you up his cock, only leaving in the tip before his hips snap harshly back up into you. You cry out, cunt fluttering around his cock to which it responds with a twitch. Your bodies having been molded and in sync to each others.

Your hands caress his ears in order to intensify his pleasure. You feel the rumble in his chest and you press closer to him. Using his hold on your bottom, Halsin moves you up and down on his dick with ease, starting you both at a hurried pace. Your jaw drops, teeth nicking the skin of his neck.

“You’re ok,” Halsin breathes out, his voice low. You can hear the way he inhales and exhales roughly, tiny grunts leaving him with every wet smack of your hips meeting. You can only respond with broken whines, eyes fluttering as you lean all your weight on his imposing yet comforting figure. Halsin is more than prepared to carry you through this as he fucks into you.

His hands grip your body tightly as he fights for control, not wanting to be more rough than you can handle. His nails lightly dig into your skin, breaking skin in a way that has you moaning as pricks of pain join in with the vast amounts of pleasure. You know it’s sure to leave a mark or two but you can’t help but want more. Something that won’t fade away in a day or two.

You writhe against Halsin’s body, wanting his cock to touch every depth inside you as he maintains his frenzied pace. Lifting his head from your shoulder, he maneuvers around in order to more easily trail his soft lips over your heated body. He follows a pathway down your neck, tongue teasing your shoulder. His back arches so he can continue on along your chest. You gasp as his teeth bite at you softly, making your body buzz and quiver. His lips seem unable to leave your skin. You note the way his body shakes, his breath mixing with his groans and coming out in short pants.

You moan as his nails sink in a little further. Head thrown back you bask in every sensation you’re greeted with. It’s only when Halsin’s lips pause just above your collarbone do some of your senses come back to you. Though it remains difficult as you feel as though your body is floating in an air of bliss.

“W-what?” You try to ask through your haze, but talking proves to be difficult as every single thrust is punching the air out of your lungs. You barely even register it as Halsin’s teeth sink deep into your flesh. You’re so consumed by pleasure the puncture feels like faint tingles that only increase your ecstasy. You cry out more from surprise than anything. Your hands hold onto his hair tightly as you keep him right there inside you. Now in every way.

Halsin, so caught up in the way your tight cunt sucks him in with every thrust, the warm wetness encompassing him, and your beautiful body welcoming everything he is, he couldn’t stop the overflowing emotions whirling around in his mind. Before he knew it his teeth were out and burying themselves in deep. He was going to take them out immediately— he was going to apologize. But then he felt you tug him closer.

So instead he finds his mind completely spinning. Every time he starts to lift you up his cock, his hips snap back up into you as if desperate to stay. You whimper, back arching unnaturally as you’re unable to escape a second of pleasure, not getting a moment of reprieve. His brutal pace is relentless as he jackhammers his way inside you. You squirm but it only has him pressing harder into your G-spot, causing a sharp choking noise to leave you from the shock.

Your body tenses as you can’t escape the intense sensations inflicted upon you. You try to open your mouth and express it but all that leaves is a long moan that only has Halsin start sucking at the skin around his mark, his teeth still embedded in you. Your stomach clenches painfully as your orgasm reaches higher and higher. Goosebumps spread across your skin like wildfire as you feel yourself burning from the inside out. That burning heat coming from the way his girth fills you, consumes you.

Halsin, having become attuned with your body, senses that you’re on the precipice of something magnificent. He doesn’t hesitate to slam your body back down on his dick and grind your clit roughly on the hair of his happy trail. You choke, your body jerking with violent force as the cord at the bottom of your belly snaps. A ringing echos in your ears and you can faintly hear your screaming beyond that as your climax crashes into you in waves, one right after the other as he doesn’t stop the stimulation on your clit.

A few moments later his teeth slip out of you as he goans from your clenching down on him. A few quick jerks of his hips and he’s emptying another load into your walls. You feel his cum flood through you, adding to the mix of busy sensations you’re experiencing. Yet this one has to be your favorite. Your body convulses uncontrollably and you feel a faint spark of worry as black spots suddenly surround your vision. You quickly call out Halsin’s name before you fall into darkness, your body going limp in his hold.

When you wake, you’re laying on the bed flat on your back. You wonder what woke you up and why you were asleep in the first place when a shocking texture brushes between your folds. You hiss, body jerking back. You look down just as Halsin’s head snaps up to look at you. Seeing a wet cloth in his hand and the tortured look in his eye has your memories flooding back to the front of your mind in an instant.

His gaze only lasts a moment before moving back down between your thighs. You see as that tortured look increases as his face twists. With a featherlight touch he cleans you up, being careful with the wet cloth as he wipes everything away. Your body aches but his soothing touch is enough to make you instantly relax back into the bed.

“Oh, Halsin,” you sigh, voice hoarse from your screams, watching as he avoids your gaze. Your limbs feel as though they weigh a million pounds, so all you can do is lay and watch as Halsin internally tortures himself over what just happened. Your heart flutters as he bends down, pressing soft apologetic kisses across your hips.

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry,” Halsin mumbles after a few long moments of silence. He grimaces, shaking his head as his eyes once again catch onto the forming bruises around your hips he’d just kissed. Looking away for a moment he puts some green paste he most likely made on his hands. He then leans forward, hands sliding over your bum and to the small puncture wounds from his nails. He makes sure to rub it in carefully to each mark. You wait until he’s finished and sitting back next to your legs.

“Halsin c’mere,” you call gently, loving the evident care shown from him while also needing you both need more. The air surrounding you is cold and empty as the fog is all but disappeared from your mind and you once again feel everything fully. You see Halsin hesitate, doing a double take to meet your gaze. Emotion rises in your chest and your voice cracks as you ask again. “Please, come here.”

His face twists in pain at the small break in your call. He doesn’t waste another moment before crawling up the length of his bed. Laying by your side he remains close while keeping a few inches of space between you. His eyes frantically move up and down your naked body, checking you over for what was probably the millionth time.

“How’re you feeling? Do you hurt? Did I hurt you?” He asks quietly, one question firing off as soon as he finishes asking the first. Finding your strength, you sluggishly lift an arm and cup his cheeks in order to bring his focus to your face. His cheek falls into your palm, soaking up your touch. “I’m so sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you say in an attempt to calm his guilty heart. But Halsin immediately scoffs, not buying that for a second. In the moment, it had briefly scared you. But you were ok. Now, more than anything, you wanted to laugh about how he’d made you feel so good your body gave out. Though you could see he wasn’t in the joking mood right now.

“You cannot say such things, sweetheart, look at you,” Halsin says, motioning a hand along your stiff body, eyes following it. That same hand carefully lands around your waist. He rubs his thumb in calming circles, bringing a warmth to spread through you. Guilt continues to radiate off of him and it hurts your heart to see. He closes his eyes, angling his head to kiss along your wrist and down your arm. “I lost control— that is far from ok,”

“I wanted to go again. I don’t regret it, even now,” you admit, thumb caressing his cheek. Both of you subconsciously working to soothe the other. Halsin’s eyes open and meet yours. You can see his emotions going haywire through the depth of his eyes. He feels so much and carries so much on his back. He’s incredibly strong but you want him to know he doesn’t have to carry it alone.

“I was reckless. It was my responsibility to take care of you, make sure I wasn’t too rough. Now look at you,” he murmurs against your skin as he continues his soft kisses. With your hand now free of his face, you wrap it back into his hair. Such a simple touch from him has your heart beating out of your chest.

“Look at me. You’re taking care of me perfectly,” you express, letting your emotion shine through to him. His soft eyes flicker up to look at you as his lips reach your shoulder. They now look the tiniest bit more forgiving than they did a moment ago. Without moving even an inch away, his arms slip around your body. He curls you into himself, fully encapsulating you within his form. You hum contently, curling your arms between your bodies and brushing along his smooth skin.

“And I won’t stop. Is there anything you need?” His face now right in front of yours and his body surrounding you completely, you feel a million times better. Comfort and safety solidify themselves within you. Your eyes look between his as you can see his full attention on you and anything you may need of him. Right now the idea of needing more seems impossible as you have everything you could ask for right here.

“Just this.”

[amourtoken]

Will ramos tied to a chair but wearing one of those vibrating cock rings amen

will ramos tied to a chair do u agree yes or no

[pin-k-ink]

NOISE COMPLAINT ★ KOZUME KENMA

DAY SEVEN ➵ kenma’s neighbor’s the total package—sweet, sexy, and always bringing him dinner like it’s nothing. only problem? the walls are thin, and he’s stuck hearing every second of your late-night hookups. so, he gives you two choices: cut out the noise or bring it straight to him.

cw ➵ dírty talking, teasing, sexúal tension, manhàndling, fingéring, pet names, praise kínk, unprotected séx, mastúrbation, making out, squírting

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The muffled thump of the headboard slamming rhythmically into the wall stirred Kenma from his restless slumber. His eyes snapped open, pulse immediately kicking up in dreadful recognition.

Another night, another disturbance bleeding through the paper-thin walls from your apartment.

Even without straining his ears, Kenma could make out the unmistakable sounds - breathy feminine whimpers escalating into desperate cries of rapture...strangled masculine grunts punctuating the squeaking bedsprings...a raunchy symphony of skin slapping against sweat-slicked skin in primal desperation.

He groaned defeatedly into his pillow, already shifting amid the tangled bedsheets as familiar tendrils of heated arousal began lapping through his veins despite his misery. The wearied bags under his eyes seemed to throb in time with the steadily increasing tempo of those obscene noises filtering through the walls.

How many nights had it been now? Three weeks? Four? Kenma had long since lost track of the innumerable bouts of interrupted sleep thanks to your nightly...activities. All he knew for certain was that his admittedly gorgeous new neighbor had ushered in an era of unrepentant sex noise pollution mere days after moving in.

At first, he'd tried to simply tune out the rhythmic slap of headboards and feminine keening in polite embarrassment. You'd seemed so lovely and sweet upon your first meeting - demurely introducing yourself and offering warm smiles while explaining the little homecooked meals you enjoyed preparing for neighbors were just your way of making friends.

Kenma couldn't deny a part of him looked forward to those casual hallway interactions with your radiant presence each week, eagerly anticipating the casual brush of fingers as you passed off those tupperware containers still warm from the oven. Your mere existence exuded such an effortless warmth and caring aura, it was difficult not to bask in your light.

Which made the mortifying initiation into your...nocturnal hobbies that much more shocking upon its inaugural event.

The first time those gasping cries of bliss punched through the stillness and burbled into Kenma's apartment had nearly made him choke on his Mountain Dew. He distinctly remembered pausing his game, whipping his head around in stunned search of the source, only for a particularly lewd crescendo in your orgasmic bliss to solve the mystery.

Heat erupted across Kenma's face and throat in a scalding wave, making his ears ring with visceral clarity of each panted syllable punching through the walls at that moment. His mind's eye immediately conjured the accompanying visuals almost by autonomic instinct - your form convulsing in throes of rapture, radiant features contorted into a rictus of pleasure as a lean, sweat-slicked man plunged relentlessly betwixt your lewdly parted thighs.

Kenma shook his head feverishly, attempting in vain to dislodge the unsolicited glimpse into your most intimate moments. Yet the more frantically he fought against the sensory assault, the more insistently those lascivious details seemed to burn themselves into his consciousness.

In the weeks since that first incident, he'd settled into a torturous routine of being subjected to your impassioned lovemaking sessions through the thin wall separating your living spaces. Each night more partners, more feverish cries, more lurid noises that seeped into Kenma's subconsciousness and bloomed into vivid erotic imaginings he couldn't quite scrub away no matter how desperately he tried.

It didn't help that you seemed to make zero effort to stifle or restrain your amorous escapades, even in deference to respecting your neighbors' needs for undisturbed rest. If anything, the lack of inhibition and abandon with which you flung yourself into intimate pleasures only further stoked Kenma's lurid fascination.

You, the sweet-natured neighbor who cooked him hearty soups and delivered his mail with a smile, indiscriminately enjoyed night after night of mind blowing sex right next door. What's more, by Kenma's rapidly dwindling calculations, you appeared to have a healthy rotation of lovers filtering through to satiate your endless hungers.

Kenma swallowed thickly against the throb pulsing insistently in his throat as you cried out in trembling euphoria once more, that sultry cry shredding through the thin walls and engulfing his feverish cocoon of rumpled sheets. Try as he might to convince himself otherwise, his overwrought body simply refused to remain indifferent to the live pornographic soundtrack mere feet away.

You always did possess a certain magnetic allure, after all - one that initially drew his curious gaze whenever passing you in the halls. Those effortlessly tousled locks framing your radiant features...the serene, perpetually contented expression that put him in mind of a sated feline...the artful swell of your feminine slopes beneath casual clothing, all lush inviting curves just begging to be mapped and—

Kenma bit back a strangled whimper as your husky exhalations spiked up a fevered octave, punctuated by gruff masculine grunts of exertion in tandem. He could practically see your heaving forms through the drywall - those shapely legs scrambling for purchase against rippling masculine musculature...the frantic undulations of your torsos joined at the hips, driving that thick intrusion deeper with each ravenous surge...

"F-Fuck..." he hissed through gritted teeth, shoving one sweat-dampened hand beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts and fisting his swollen cock with aching desperation.

There was no denying the visceral reality any longer. Not when every punched-out whimper and throaty keen from your direction insistently transfigured itself into lurid flashes of you — gloriously nude, hair wild, curves glistening with a sheen of ecstasy as you coiled around whomever's form currently stretched and claimed your tender passages in long, unhurried strokes.

Kenma bit down harder against his plush lower lip until he tasted copper, frantically pumping his dick in time with the obscene rhythms driving the bedsprings into a squealing cacophony mere feet away. Wanton imaginings swamped his consciousness until he swore those velvet cries and muffled snarls resonated directly in his ringing ears.

His jaw slackened around a soundless howl as release detonated at his core like a cascading eruption, hips jerking in desperation as if seeking to bury himself to the root inside your honeyed embrace. Wave after rippling wave of ecstasy crashed over Kenma's nerve endings, leaving him slick and utterly spent, his harsh panting mingling with the tapering aftershocks of your mutual sated bliss.

At least until the inevitable guilt and shame could ebb back in alongside your even breathing slipping back to repose...

"Nnngh..." Kenma groaned in delirious agony, dragging his ruined palm down his sweat-sheened features in vain hopes of scrubbing away the delicious images. "How the fuck am I ever gonna look you in the eyes again after this...?"

But even as he squeezed his eyes shut against the blistering tides of remorse, Kenma couldn't erase the exquisite sensory memories seared behind his fluttering lashes this time. Of you - his sweet neighbor, his considerate friend - transcending all notions of purity and utterly immolating him upon your pyre of salacious rapture unwittingly night after night...

Kenma jolted awake to the intrusive rapping of knuckles against his front door, grimacing as the foggy vestiges of a mere few hours' rest still clung to his consciousness. He pried open bleary eyes to the dim glow of late afternoon filtering through the drapes - courtesy of another marathon night spent tossing and writhing in his own torment.

Even through the thick haze muffling his senses, the unmistakable scent of heavenly spices and savory aromas tickled his nostrils insistently. Kenma groaned in weary realization, scrubbing his hands through his disheveled hair as he forced himself up onto unsteady feet.

With the crisp recollections of the previous night's indulgent fantasies still playing on an endless loop behind his eyes, the very last person Kenma wanted to confront was the living, breathing catalyst itself currently standing on the other side of that door.

But his rumbling belly betrayed him with an insistent pang, fully aware that only one person could be responsible for the mouthwatering scents currently permeating the hallway. Defeat sagged Kenma's slender shoulders as he resigned himself to padding over and cracking the entrance open - only to freeze like a statue in the threshold.

There you stood in all your radiant, soft-lit glory, an easy smile playing over those plump, perpetually kissable lips that recently starred in such salacious reveries. One of your hands remained raised in preparation for another insistent rap while the other clutched an overladen tupperware dish, no doubt positively brimming with your latest home-cooked exploits.

"Kenma! Good, you're awake!" you chirped in that effortlessly warm cadence of yours, smile only brightening upon drinking in his form. "I was worried I missed you again for our usual weekly drop-off here."

Something about the genuine, guileless delight shimmering in your gaze at that simple prospect robbed Kenma's lungs of oxygen. Despite the erotic symphony still echoing through his shattered psyche from the night before, you reflected nothing but that same compassionate sincerity he'd come to associate with your presence over the months.

A cloaked juxtaposition of your debauched indulgences and this affable persona currently gazing up at him with such open warmth and care in your eyes. Kenma's mouth worked uselessly for a few breaths, utterly disarmed by the ease in which you toggled between those two extreme personas now.

"You...uh, I'm sorry...what?" he managed to stammer at last, feeling the heated rush of mortification prickling up the back of his neck.

Your tinkling laughter in response very nearly made his knees buckle treacherously. "Always so spacey in the afternoons, my sweet neighbor," you teased lightly, leaning closer with unmistakable concern creasing your lovely features. "But you look even more out of it today than usual. Everything okay? Did you sleep alright last night?"

The seemingly innocuous question slapped Kenma like a sucker-punch, flooding him with an onslaught of viscerally lurid recollections: of falling into sweaty, helpless raptures mid-fap session while your ecstatic cries echoed through the walls...of straining at his very limits to shove deeper into the phantom sensation of your honeyed, snug cunt swallowing him up in salacious convulsions...of your glistening, disheveled visage branded behind his fluttering lids while scalding release crested through—

"Hey now," your melodic chiding cut through the spiraling haze, utterly oblivious to the torrent of raunchy fantasies swamping Kenma's consciousness in your presence. "Don't you check out on me yet! I asked if you were sleeping okay."

Before he could marshal his thoughts into any semblance of coherent response, your hand darted out with shocking swiftness. Kenma's breath hitched in his throat as your soft, cool fingertips cradled his jawline with infinite tenderness, angling his stunned gaze towards the scrutiny of your concerned perusal.

Up close, you dominated every iota of his senses in an utterly dizzying assault - the rosy warmth of your exhalations caressing his parted lips...the headier, subtler hints of your feminine fragrance wafting into his flaring nostrils...the molten shimmer of attentiveness flickering behind those depthless irises as you drank in every weary nuance playing out across his features...

"Kenma..." you murmured, lips pursing into an adorable pout as your scrutiny traced the dark hollows of fatigue undoubtedly ringing his eyes. "Have you seriously been sleeping properly at all lately? You look absolutely exhausted right now, sweetheart..."

The unconscious endearment sheered whatever tattered scraps of composure remained within Kenma's enfevered psyche. Something seemed to wrench the air from his constricted lungs in a harsh exhalation, leaving him wheezing against the onslaught of forbidden imaginings your simple concern unleashed in his sex-addled mindscape.

He saw it all in the span of one stuttered breath - your tender expression melting into a lascivious smirk of dark promise...those plush lips parting in a wordless summons as you laced your fingers into his shaggy hair and dragged his stunned countenance lower, lower, until—

"It's...complicated," Kenma rasped, averting his gaze as something hot and mortified blazed in the pit of his gut. He hoped the dim hallway obscured the flush now surely mottling his cheeks. "And kind of...a weird situation, if I'm being totally honest."

You hummed a thoughtful note in clear skepticism, hand finally withdrawing from its cradling posture and allowing Kenma's lungs to expand once more. He greedily gulped down oxygen to sooth the embers of temptation smoldering madly at his core. But even that simple reprieve proved only a momentary salve against the sensual assault you presented.

"So..." Your amber eyes flashed with simmering humor and that familiar playful cadence as you cocked one hip out invitingly, "Since you're clearly being a stubborn pain and won't just tell me what's bugging you, how about you at least invite your friendly neighborhood chef inside for a bit?"

You punctuated the ostensibly innocuous declaration with a not-so-innocent swipe of your tongue over those plush lower lips in a subconscious gesture of pure distraction. But in Kenma's current overheated state, the fleeting indecent flash of tongue and teeth made his insides clench with violent, visceral want.

Images of you sinking to your knees before him in wanton invitation sliced through his psyche like lightning forks of arousal. Of trailing that soft, velvet muscle along the rigid length of his swollen cock with maddening leisure before wrapping those sinful lips around the engorged tip and taking him in to the root with one delirious—

"A-Actually," Kenma bit out roughly, shamefully aware of the increased strain in his cotton shorts now as insistent arousal began taking covetous form. "I'm not so sure that's such a good idea after all..."

Because having you in the same airless space after the lurid reveries plaguing his consciousness all night would only tempt fate beyond his already-strained endurance. Kenma wasn't sure just how much punishment his libido could withstand before something inside of him finally snapped and reshaped their dynamic into unknown, precarious territory.

Yet as your smile took on a touch more crestfallen resignation, a reckless part of Kenma couldn't deny the whisper-soft urge to draw you into his space, just to experience more of your physical proximity up close and personal. To stop simply fantasizing his deepest cravings and finally sample the temptation of you in the flesh consequence be damned...

"Okay, fine..." The assent rasped out before he realized the words had even taken shape. "But only for a little while - I really need to try and recharge after...well, everything lately."

A slight frown creased your brow at his vague yet loaded allusion, but you didn't voice whatever reservations flitted behind your chestnut irises in that moment. Instead, you simply brushed past Kenma's slender form into the dimly lit apartment, immediately allowing your feminine presence and intoxicating fragrance to saturate the air with heady invitation.

He stifled a shuddering inhalation through flared nostrils, resolutely shutting the door behind you before trailing after your wandering exploration. Despite the churning uncertainty and liquid arousal thrumming through every nerve ending, Kenma couldn't deny the illicit thrill singing in his veins at having you so casually inserted into his private space.

After nights of fantasizing his most lurid cravings onto your imagined visage and phantasmal presence, the realization that you were finally here in the flesh within touching distance was almost too potent to withstand. Kenma clenched and flexed his hands at his sides as you drifted like living temptation throughout his living room.

"So," you began over one slender shoulder, expression set in casual curiosity. "What exactly is going on with you, Kenma? Nothing serious I need to call emergency services over I hope?"

He swallowed convulsively around the fragmented keening noises threatening to splinter past his composure at any moment. "N-Not exactly. It's...well..."

Seizing your full regard head-on like a grounding lifeline, Kenma searched those attentive, inquisitive depths for enough courage to simply lay his depraved nocturnal admissions bare. Just come out with the blistering truth of how he'd pleasured himself to exquisite heights imagining you in the throes of passion scant feet away for weeks...

But before the words were even halfway formed in his racing thoughts, the reality of uttering such profanities aloud while drowning in the molten sincerity of your concerned stare short-circuited his ability to vocalize. Terror unlike anything Kenma ever remembered experiencing clamped like a vise around his chest at the very notion of shattering the fragile equilibrium between you both into something impossibly precarious.

Yet you only cocked your head to one side with infinite adorable patience, waiting expectantly for the earth-shattering truth to finally manifest. One perfectly manicured hand rose to habitually tuck a stray lock of silken tresses behind your ear - a subconscious gesture Kenma zeroed in on like a laser sight aimed directly at his spiraling libido.

That same lock tumbled free again moments later, your radiant features arranged in studious attentiveness. Just waiting with those utterly captivating doe eyes blinking slowly for him to finally man up and vent whatever profane confessions roiled at the forefront of his psyche.

"I...it's..." Kenma's mouth shaped the syllables, over and over, only for them to die stillborn on his tongue. Until at last, mounting desperation and frustration with his own cowardice propelled him into a blunt truth that fell like a granite guillotine blade between you both.

"I can't stop jerking off to the sounds of you fucking every goddamn night, okay?!"

Dead, viscous silence choked the airless living room as the last echoes of his guttural admission faded into nothingness. For a small eternity, neither of you so much as twitched a muscle - simply stared at each other across the scant few feet of separation with twin expressions of dawning horror on opposite ends of the spectrum.

A fresh wave of shame swamped his senses at your astute observation being laid so bare between them. At the implication that his own tormented cravings had become all too apparent in your innocent presence as of late. Kenma fleetingly considered simply wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole to escape this fresh torment.

But as you reached out to lay one soothing palm over his twitching knuckles in reassurance, a frisson of bone-deep yearning lanced through Kenma's core like a lightning strike. One undeniable truth roared up from those instinctual reserves of masculine hunger - he no longer possessed the willpower to retreat or dissemble from this tipping point you'd instigated.

Either he severed this infected root between them decisively in the next few moments, or surrendered all lingering control and simply seized what his primal urges had been howling for all this interminable time...

"So I have a proposal for you," he growled out in a rumbling baritone far deeper and more bestial than he'd ever heard himself utter before. "You can either cut the shit with your nightly fuckfests right now and give me some goddamn peace and quiet."

Kenma knew his searing glare alone could sear flesh from bone in that instant. But some unraveling part of him no longer had any compunctions about revealing the full breadth of his ravenous wants to you, even through brutally crass demands. Not when your own perpetually teasing presence and unsolicited carnal offerings had eroded away every ounce of his restraint over time.

However your features remained completely unruffled - not a single flicker of surprise or indignation flickering across those serene features marred only by that taunting shimmer of reflected firelight. As if you'd been awaiting this pivotal confrontation and reckoning for just as long as Kenma had been dreading its inevitability deep down.

At last you leaned forward, closing the already scant distance until your exhalations ghosted across his lips in soft bursts of temptation. "What's the other option, sweet neighbor?" You murmured in a husky, sin-glazed timbre that simultaneously sent red-hot lances of hunger spiking through Kenma's veins.

A shuddering inhale of that inebriating floral fragrance of yours was all it took for the final strands of his control to shred asunder. Kenma's hands lanced forward with utterly zero finesse or restraint remaining, fisting twin handfuls of your disheveled tresses to crash your mouths together in a punishing, open-mouthed clash of tongues and teeth.

You swallowed down his guttural snarl of overwhelming relief and possession like a sacramental offering. Your form melted back against the cushions as Kenma's body instinctively pursued, pinning you amidst a feverish tempest of roving hands and slick, carnal violation marking every slick inch of your succulent mouth in lurid ownership.

Finally, you broke away from the devouring kiss with a breathless gasp that stoked the banked fires consuming Kenma even higher. Your eyelids remained hooded to mere slits, dazed and molten with that same fiery promise that had driven him steadily towards the edge of utter madness these last few weeks.

"Or...?" You prompted with a wrecked rasp, somehow echoing his own thundering hunger even while sprawled out in beautiful disarray beneath him.

"Or..." Kenma paused to swallow another fortifying inhale, letting the lingering wisps of your sweet breath swirling between them only stoke his fearless momentum higher. "You let me be the ONLY one plowing that sweet pussy from now on...whenever and however the hell I want. No more random assholes clogging up the rotation, just me stretching you out night after filthy night."

He punctuated the shameless declaration with a forceful grind of his caged erection against the apex of your thighs, savoring your choked mewl of surprised delight. Part of you never wanted this rapturous, primal joining of forms to ever cease. To remain tangled and desperately intertwined with Kenma's lean, quivering frame forever while he plundered your mouth in deep, ravenous sweeps that stoked molten embers throughout your core.

But another part - that same mischievous, teasing part that found such wicked delight in driving your sweet neighbor to the brink of desperation through the walls each night - couldn't resist prolonging this aching torment just a little further.

With a trembling inhale, you summoned what tattered scraps of willpower remained and inched backwards, severing the sultry clash of lips and tongue with a slick pop. Kenma's eyes remained hooded to mere gunmetal slivers, glazed with a deliriously intoxicating lust that robbed you of the very air in your lungs.

"W-wait..." he rasped in a tone shredded from the intensity of your furious make out session. Those long, agile fingers flexed convulsively against your waist as if to reel you back in against his solid planes.

You pressed a finger to those beautifully swollen lips, feeling another sizzling jolt shudder down your spine at his desperate whine of protest. With monumental effort, you dragged your hooded stare up from the lewd distraction of his parted mouth and found his gaze swimming behind a turbulent sea of yearning and frustration.

"Don't worry, sweet neighbor," you breathed in a husky rasp that had his fingers spasming against your hip with renew fervor. "I'm not running off and leaving you like this...not after finally getting a taste of what I've spent weeks dreaming about..."

Kenma's features tightened imperceptibly, throat clicking in a labored swallow as you allowed your hands to trail from his chiseled jaw down the tensed cords of his neck. You knew those clever fingers would be mapping every whisper-soft tremor rippling beneath your touch in achingly intimate detail even through the lust-drunk haze.

"I just..." You ducked your chin to the side, allowing your hair to spill across the delicate arch of your jaw and expose the tender, perfumed hollow of your throat in a subconscious lure. "I think we could both use a little time to cool off after that mind-blowing make out session, no? Let these urges simmer back up to a full boil while we go about the rest of our evenings..."

Your eyes slanted back up to merge with Kenma's molten, hooded stare. Unconsciously, your tongue slipped out in a slow sweep over your parted, slick lips as you drank in the blatantly rapacious promise flickering behind his simmering regard.

"Then later on tonight...I'm going to slip back into your place and we can finally indulge in all those dirty fantasies for real." The husky promise rippled through the airless living room in a sibilant purr. "And this time...there won't be any walls between us to stifle a single sinful sound, sweet Kenma."

He shuddered violently against your palms, sinewy form going taut like a drawn bow as you confirmed what his devouring stare alone had been silently imploring. The raw, hungry sound that slipped free from between his teeth made your knees buckle treacherously.

Before you could react, Kenma surged forward once more to capture your lips in another drugging, open-mouthed clash. But there existed no coy restraint or building heat in this possessive plundering kiss - only the scaldingly intense desperation of a man who had finally glimpsed his darkest temptations writ flesh and realized he couldn't bear to wait a single second longer.

You whimpered against his savagery, fingers splaying against the hewn slabs of his chest as he tilted your skull back and pillaged your mouth without quarter. His hands roamed across your curves with restless authority, as if mapping each silken hollow and slope to pristine, photographic memory for future reference. By the time Kenma finally relinquished your gasping, bite-swollen lips with a filthy groan, you were delirious from the visceral intensity.

"Tonight," he growled with sub-bass resonance into the damp, musky sanctuary of your throat. Each syllable rumbled through your bones like a full-bodied caress. "I don't care if it's five minutes from now or five hours...you WILL come back again like you promised, babygirl. Are we crystal fucking clear?"

The feral heat radiating off Kenma's hypnotically swaying frame threatened to melt you into a prostrate puddle then and there. You could only swallow and nod in meek, stunned surrender as he searched your features with that ravenous intensity you'd only imagined in the most lurid of your late-night reveries.

At last, he seemed to find whatever confirmation of your compliance he required simmering behind your glazed stare. With one final lingering caress over the rapidly blossoming masterpiece of bruises he'd tenderly sucked into the skin of your throat, Kenma released you with obvious reluctance.

You staggered free on shaky legs, hyper-aware of how intimately disheveled you appeared - ruddy blush staining your cheeks, hair tousled and wild, lips swollen from repeated plundering, and the stickied slickness of arousal undoubtedly glistening between your thighs for anyone to see. Kenma remained framed in the doorway like a stoic obelisk of masculine covetousness refusing to let you leave his sight again until the time was right.

With one final, simmering look over your shoulder, you allowed the wrecked promise of tonight to linger between you like a balmier prelude. Then you turned on shaking heels to retreat, every nerve ending screaming out for the interminable wait to simply be over already.

Because in the smoldering aftermath of everything that had transpired, only one sizzling truth remained perfectly crystallized between you and Kenma at last:

There would be no more barriers separating hungry fantasies from rapturous reality any longer. Only the welcoming, inescapable promise of delirium rapidly rushing to consume you both whole once and for all.

The rest of the evening passed in a feverish blur for Kenma. No matter how he tried to distract himself - games, movies, mindless internet browsing - his thoughts remained consumed by you.

He kept replaying your heated makeout session over and over, body thrumming with echoes of your intoxicating taste and softness pressed against him. The featherlight scratches you'd left along his back in your passion had scorched themselves into his memory.

Most of all, Kenma couldn't stop obsessing over your brazen promise to return that very night, ready to shed any remaining barriers between you. Just imagining your beautiful form slipping through his door, eyes hooded with want, made his throat run dry with anticipation.

As the hours ticked by agonizingly slow, Kenma paced restlessly. He found himself checking the time again and again, willing the luminous numbers to flash closer to midnight...to the threshold of when you might appear on his doorstep once more.

A part of him worried whether you'd actually follow through, or if this had all been an elaborate tease. But your half-lidded gaze during your last searing kiss branded the back of his mind, stoking his patience blessedly.

At last, a little past midnight, Kenma's front door buzzer sounded like a cannon shot in the stillness. His heart leapt into his throat as he vaulted off the couch and raced over, peering through the peephole with bated breath.

There you stood in the dimly lit hallway, silhouette cloaked in a large trench coat that swathed your form from collarbone to ankles. A shiver of mingled excitement and confusion went through Kenma - was this your idea of building suspense?

He swiftly unlatched the door and pulled it open. You greeted him with a coy smile that made his pulse spike, stepping over the threshold and brushing past him into the apartment's shadowed interior.

Kenma's brow furrowed slightly as you strode further inside, still swathed in that oversized coat. Despite looking sinfully alluring sheathed in mystery, a small part of him felt a pang of disappointment that you hadn't shed your outer layers yet in preparation.

Swallowing down the brief uncertainty, he closed and re-locked the door, turning to gently grasp your shoulders from behind. His nose instinctively nuzzled the soft hair at your nape, breathing in your sweet, intoxicating scent.

"Should I...help you out of this?" Kenma murmured huskily into your ear. "I was hoping to pick up where we left off earlier..."

With a soft hum of assent, you reached up to lightly clasp his wandering hands. Then, maintaining that coy, heated eye contact, you shrugged the trench coat off in one smooth motion...

...to reveal your gorgeous form left tantalizingly nude beneath the discarded garment.

Kenma's breath stalled in his lungs as his eyes raked shamelessly over your bare skin, drinking in every lush curve and tantalizing dip finally laid bare before his ravenous stare. You really had come to him with no barriers remaining - in more ways than one.

His palms roved downwards, sliding around to splay across your lower stomach and draw you against his front. Your soft gasp as Kenma's hardness pressed against your backside made his pulse leap with visceral satisfaction.

"Do you like what you see, sweet neighbor?" Your voice dripped like honey, a sensual purr of temptation.

"You have no fucking idea," Kenma growled. His fingertips traced a slow path up the plane of your stomach to cup both breasts in his palms, savoring their weight and plush fullness.

A choked sound slipped from your throat as he teased and rolled your nipples, alternating his grip on your ample flesh. Kenma's lips latched onto the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing and nipping a trail along its length until he reached the fluttering hollow of your pulse point.

The salty-sweet tang of your skin flooded his tongue as he suckled, savoring the way your hips ground back against his erection. One hand slipped away from your breasts to travel downwards, skimming along your supple curves with reverent exploration.

By the time his questing fingertips brushed over your mound, Kenma was throbbing painfully with need. But he wanted to enjoy this moment, to drink his fill of you in the flesh before he claimed what was his.

As if sensing his ravenous intent, you parted your legs invitingly and arched back against his chest. Kenma groaned into your throat, dipping two fingers into the soaked seam of your pussy and coating his digits in your arousal. He spread you open, pressing down on your swollen clit while pumping his fingers in and out. Your whimpers of encouragement made his cock ache, his free hand gripping your hip tightly for support.

"F-Fuck...I've been dreaming about this pussy for weeks," Kenma moaned against your jaw, grinding his clothed erection against your ass. "It feels even better than I imagined."

Your hands rose to wind around the back of his neck, fingers twining into his hair as his deft fingertips plunged deeper and faster. He could feel you starting to tremble, breathy whines slipping from your throat as you arched into his touch.The knowledge that he'd driven you so far so quickly sent a jolt of primal triumph through his chest.

Kenma shifted his hold, sliding his other hand around to the apex of your thighs and sinking his thumb into your dripping core. His palm curled, providing pressure against your engorged clit while he pumped and scissored his digits inside your molten walls. Your spine arched against him, gasping moans echoing in the air as his fingers thrust and rubbed mercilessly.

"Come on, babygirl. You've been a naughty little tease to me for weeks, haven't you?" Kenma growled. "Time for a little punishment."

The added friction against your clit was too much for you to handle. With a strangled cry, your release crashed over you, pussy clenching down on his fingers and soaking his palm. Kenma moaned at the sensation, burying his face into the crook of your neck and breathing deeply as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Slowly, his grip eased as you came down, easing his fingers free from your soaked folds. With a groan, Kenma lifted his cum-soaked digits to his mouth and licked them clean, savoring your sweetness. He was so entranced, he didn't notice you had turned to face him until your tongue lapped up the remainder of your arousal, sealing your mouths in a fierce, devouring kiss.

His arms locked around your waist, tugging you flush against his chest. Your lips parted on a sigh, allowing his tongue to plunge inside and share your essence. You tasted exquisite, a heady cocktail of feminine want and salty-sweet arousal that went straight to Kenma's cock.

He backed you into the living room, never breaking the kiss, until the couch hit the backs of your knees. You sank down onto the cushions, dragging him with you. Your thighs parted, allowing Kenma's hips to settle between them. The sudden proximity of his throbbing erection made you moan into his mouth, sending another jolt of pleasure down his spine.

After a few moments, Kenma broke away, panting heavily. He reached up to palm the back of his shirt, shucking it off over his head in a single smooth motion. The sight of your eyes trailing hungrily across his naked chest made his cock twitch, a growl rising from his throat as he dipped his head to nip and lick a fiery path along your throat.

His fingers tugged and yanked at his pants, trying desperately to free his aching erection. At last, Kenma succeeded, kicking the unwanted garment off and wrapping a firm hand around his cock. Your breath hitched as his hardness brushed against your dripping entrance, rubbing the sensitive tip up and down your slit.

Kenma braced one arm above your head, propping himself up so he could drink in your reactions. The other hand gripped his base, guiding his length to your core. With a groan, he slid the crown between your dripping lips, nudging your clitand making you gasp.

"Look at me, babygirl," he demanded, waiting until your eyes met his. "I want to see you as I'm fucking this sweet pussy for the first time."

Your eyelids fluttered, lips parting on a ragged exhale. Kenma smirked, his cock throbbing at the way your expression tightened with desperation and hunger. Slowly, he eased the tip inside, moaning at the exquisite heat and pressure.

"You're mine now, understand?" Kenma growled, eyes burning into yours. "No one else gets to see this pretty pussy, hear those filthy sounds, taste this sweet cunt...just me. Say it."

You nodded, whimpering as his thickness stretched you open. "Just...yours...fuck!"

With a snarl, Kenma thrust the rest of the way in, filling you completely. Your back arched, mouth dropping open on a sharp gasp. You were so tight and wet, he had to fight the urge to spill inside you immediately.

Gritting his teeth, Kenma eased out slowly before thrusting in again. The slide of your slick heat along his cock was sublime, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. He began pumping his hips, savoring the sounds you made as he took you with slow, deep thrusts.

Your hands scrambled along his chest, nails scoring red lines into his skin. Kenma hissed, snapping his hips harder. He was already addicted to the way you reacted to his every move, the way your pussy squeezed his cock and how your eyes never left his.

"Fuck, you’re so hot," Kenma panted, grinding his hips. "Can’t believe I get to fuck you whenever I want, babygirl. Got this tight little cunt all to myself."

Your only reply was a keening whine, body rocking into his as his pace increased. Kenma knew you were getting close, could feel your walls beginning to flutter around him. He was too, his balls already tightening with impending release.

One hand trailed down to rub circles around your clit, eliciting a string of cries and whimpers. Kenma fucked you relentlessly, his free hand reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair. The combination of sensations pushed you over the edge, pussy clenching down hard on his cock and making him hiss.

Kenma groaned as you came, feeling the hot spray of your arousal as it drenched his length and thighs. His hips pistoned faster, chasing his own orgasm as you gasped and writhed beneath him. It didn't take long, not with the way your cunt was practically milking his cock.

With a guttural shout, Kenma came, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. He kept thrusting, drawing out his orgasm, until finally he had to break away, gasping for breath.

Kenma collapsed on top of you, resting his head on your chest. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you close as his cock softened inside you. You nuzzled his hair, one hand coming up to stroke his sweat-dampened strands.

For several minutes, you remained intertwined like that, basking in the afterglow. Finally, Kenma reluctantly withdrew from your heat, rolling over and tucking you against his side. His hands trailed idly up and down your back, reveling in the softness of your skin.

"So..." You broke the silence first, tilting your head up to look at him. "Same time tomorrow?"

Kenma's lips twitched, a smirk curling at the edges. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not letting you leave my apartment for the next three days, at the very least."

You raised an eyebrow, though your teasing smile remained firmly in place. "Oh, really? And here I was thinking you were more of the reserved type, sweet neighbor."

"Well...you tend to bring out the worst in me," he retorted, a low purr rumbling through his chest as he drew you closer. "But don't worry. I have every intention of punishing you for all the trouble you've caused."

Kenma could already feel himself growing hard again, his spent cock beginning to thicken once more. You squirmed against him, biting your lip and shivering as his fingers slipped down to trace the soaked seam of your pussy.

"In fact," he murmured, nipping at the delicate shell of your ear, "let's get started on that right now."

[kunaigirl]

Happy Disability Pride and awareness month! Let's talk about Epilepsy!

Hi there! I got tired of seeing my condition (that impacts my literal every day life) being left out or forgotten about during discussions about disabilities, so I made my own post about it! Let's go!

First Off! What the heck is epilepsy? Epilepsy is the fourth most common neurological disorder in the world, and it's a chronic medical condition. Epilepsy is a brain disorder that causes recurring, frequent, triggered, and unprovoked seizures to occur.

The official Epilepsy Foundation describes seizures as follows: "Seizures are sudden surges of abnormal and excessive electrical activity in your brain, and can affect how you appear or act. Where and how the seizure presents itself can have profound effects...Seizures involve sudden, temporary, bursts of electrical activity in the brain that change or disrupt the way messages are sent between brain cells. These electrical bursts can cause involuntary changes in body movement or function, sensation, behavior or awareness." (Source link)

Sounds like a lot of fun right? This is our life. Even with medication, we can be VERY limited to what can be safe for us. Seizure medications are NOT a cure, they only exist (at least as of now) as a tool to help have your seizures less often, or be triggered less intensely. Even on medication, seizures can still happen.

If you have epilepsy as a child like I did, it impacts your entire growing and developing experience. I spent MANY times as a child in and out of hospitals, neurologist and specialist offices, an getting so many EEG tests done. The pain of scrubbing the glue out of your hair for DAYS is horrible.

At a young age my seizures were so frequent and serious, it impacted my brain's ability to retain information. I had to re-learn the names of things at age 8 and 9. I had to re-learn HOW TO READ at age 10. I had to be home schooled because the public school system of my state at the time refused to work with me. I have VERY distinct and vivid memories of crying over my little baby ABC's book that I needed as a 4th and 5th grader. I knew I should've known this by this age. I knew that at one point I already did, and it was TAKEN FROM ME.

As an adult, I'M NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE A CAR. And I can NEVER go to see a movie in theaters or go to see concerts or live music. There are entire TV shows I don't get to see. I can't go to clubs, arcades, dances, or raves. I miss out on A LOT of fun things. I always do, and I'm WELL AWARE of the fun I'm missing out on. The social, casual, and fun life experiences I'll never get to have. That WE'LL never get to have. And oh yeah! Seizures can KILL SOME OF US. Yep.

And the list goes on, and every person with epilepsy experiences it differently. There are multiple different types of seizures you can have, they're NOT always convulsing on the floor. For example, I have complex-partial-myoclonic-seizures. Meaning my muscles DO twitch when I have seizures, but I'm not always completely unconscious and sometimes I'm even able to stay sitting up. However, I'm still very "off" and can't focus or remember much for a good while after the fact. I can't talk or communicate during one, even with my slight bit of consciousness.

My experiences are not universal, I just wanted to talk about it and bring it up. It helps to talk about it even a little bit. Here's more about different kinds of seizures. Here's more about common seizure triggers. Here's more about CORRECT seizure first aid. And here's more general information/resources.

Please stop leaving us out of disability awareness. Please stop ignoring us or saying we're "not really disabled" or anything else like that. Please. Why does it always feel like the only people who care about epilepsy, are people WITH epilepsy? We're so tired of being ignored by others who don't have our condition.

If you're an epileptic person reading this, I see you. I love you. You're so strong, we all are. I believe in you, I believe in us. We're so much stronger than we get credit for, and it's going to be ok. Your anger and frustration are valid. Your emotions and struggles are real. You're valid, and I see you. Hang in there, we got this.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

WHUMP PROMPTS INVOLVING COLLARS

trigger warnings: torture, dehumanization, blood and gore, PTSD (everything in this is entirely fictional meant to inspire writers)

whumper making whumpee wear a collar with whumper’s own name on it, so that everyone knows who owns whumpee.

collar that will only keeps on tightening around whumpee’s neck until whumpee says please.

prong collar. except instead of a dog, it’s wrapped around whumpee’s neck.

whumper having two different collars for whumpee, one with the words “good dog” engraved on it and the other with the words “bad dog”, depends on how whumpee behaves that day — whumpee is terrified whenever whumper puts the “bad dog” collar around their neck, because it means they will get punished; and so they try their very best to always be a “good dog”.

whumpee trying to remove their collar by themself by scratching and digging their nails into their skin until they bleed.

collar with barbed wires that bite into whumpee’s neck each time whumpee moves or breathes. the chances of infection and necrosis are high if left on and untreated for too long.

whumpee not being able to stop absentmindedly trace their fingers over their bruised neck where the collar used to be, no matter how long it’s been since their rescue.

post rescue. whumpee having difficult time speaking, eating or drinking water due to the bruises around their neck that were inflicted by the collar they were forced to wear — this could cause them to stop talking or eating, or it could cause them to talk and eat less.

whumpee wanting (needing) whumper to own them. they beg whumper to please put the collar on them again. please please please please don’t abandon them.

whumpee having been brainwashed into thinking that having a collar around their neck means they’re not a stray. thus they think caretaker is going to abandon them because caretaker didn’t put a collar around their neck like whumper did!!!!

whumpee having a panic attack. they’ve lost their collar; the collar was their shield telling others to fuck off because “this one is already taken”. but now there isn’t a collar around their neck anymore, they are going to scent an unowned meat, and they are going to crawl out of the shadows to feast on whumpee.

whumpee attacks whumper, but they are abruptly stopped when whumper activates whumpee’s shock collar, leaving whumpee convulsing helplessly on the floor.

whumpee having PTSD from the collar where they, even without the collar, think they cannot breathe and so they start panicking.

whumper telling whumpee to wrap a collar around whumpee’s own neck by themself. whumpee having no choice but to obey when disobedience only means excruciating pain. they’ve learned their lesson the hard way.

whumper making sure whumpee sees themself wearing a collar by holding up a mirror in front of them. “look at you. surrender suits you. you’re so pretty with a collar around your neck.”

whumper letting whumpee choose which collar they want.

whumper, upon recapturing whumpee, holds whumpee’s old collar in their hands as they slowly approach whumpee. the sight of the collar alone is enough to break whumpee down.

whumpee having an episode in which they attack every doctor and every nurse who’s trying to help them. caretaker hates to do this, but they have no choice but to threaten whumpee by saying they will have to put a collar on whumpee again if whumpee isn’t behaving, knowing what whumpee went through during their time with whumper. it works because whumpee, despite trembling like a leaf, stops trying to hurt themself and the hospital staff right away. and the fact it works breaks caretaker.

whumpee burning their collar after they escape whumper.

caretaker applying salve on whumpee’s neck to ease the pain caused by the collar whumper made them wear.

whumpee being extremely paranoid and not letting anybody get close to their neck, without having a panic attack, after their rescue. caretakers are trying their best because, in order to properly treat whumpee, they have to be able to inspect the damage on whumpee’s neck so that they can offer treatment accordingly.

whumpee feeling the needs to always wear a scarf to hide the bruises around their neck that were caused by the collar whumper made them wear.

whumper making whumpee say thank you and kiss the back of whumper’s hand each time whumper puts a collar on them.

whumper clasping a collar around whumpee’s neck without no warning, catching whumpee off guard. by the time whumpee realizes what’s happened, it’s already too late.

whumper giving whumpee a collar that matches whumper’s dog’s collar. so now whumper has two pets!

whumper pulling whumpee in for a kiss on the lips, by yanking the chain attached to the collar around whumpee’s neck, eliciting an involuntarily moan from whumpee.

whumper touching their hand to the collar around whumpee’s neck, running their finger over it and leaning in to breathe the scent of whumpee’s hatred, fear, and possibly arousal.

[endlessthxxghts]

just thinking thoughts of Daddy Dom!Joel...i don't know where this came from guys... all i know is that I had to get it out before I fucking combust

nsfw drabble under the cut, minors do not interact! [745 words]

warnings/tags: overstimulation, somnophilia, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, Dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink (everything they do is agreed upon, consent is fucking sexy)

Fire. 

Your entire body is on fire when you finally begin to gain consciousness. 

It’s not a bad fire. It’s scorching, yes, but it’s all-consuming. Delightfully so. It’s dizzying yet numbing, it makes you buzz, and it’s- pulsing? 

Your eyes peel open, a pant caught in your throat. Your vision is still blurry, but your entire body is awake. Active. Alert. 

You’re laid out on your back, hips propped up in a way you normally wouldn’t do yourself. Your hips hurt; sharp but dull. As if something, someone, is holding you down. Another fiery pulse plows through your body. It’s becoming more consistent the more you wake, more addictive. 

Eyebrows furrowed, your warm fingers fly up to your eyes in an attempt to rub the fatigue away; it works. 

A moan rips from your throat as you finally see rather than feel the image before you. 

He’s in between your legs, hot and heavy. Face pulled into a concentrated scowl, eyes trained down. Sweat glides down his temples. He’s on his haunches, your hips pulled up flush against his own by the thick grip of his deft fingers. 

Sharp but dull. 

“Fuck-” he grunts. “Creamin’ for me even in your fuckin’ sleep, baby, dirty fuckin’ girl, hm?” 

His words ignite you even further, sending your body to the finish line you didn’t even know you were running towards. 

“Gonna give me another, sweet girl?” He rasps. It hasn’t registered for him that you’re awake yet. 

Another one? 

And then you feel it. The sensitivity. The pain. The throbbing of your sweet nerves, swollen and used. His fingers reach for it again, and you can’t help the scream you let out. 

How many times did you come?

His eyes snap up to yours then, the tiniest smirk curled up against his lip. “G’mornin’, beautiful,” he says lazily as his fingers slow down but never fully come to a halt. His hips never stop either. 

Tears start to pool in your eyes as you finally register just how much you actually slept through, how much he’s already pulled from you. 

“Daddy,” you gasp, your hands finding relief in the pillows underneath your head. 

“Yeah, baby?” His hand leaves your clit, gripping onto each side of your hips once more, standing up on his haunches to fuck into you harder. “Daddy feels so good, don’t he?”

Your back arches, creating an angle that sends you reeling, his thick tip smacking against that sweet spot within you – your release button, he calls it. The place only he’ll ever be able to reach. Every thrust forward at this angle stimulates your clit, forcing it to border against the edge of overstimulation each time. “So- mmgh- so g-good, daddy,” you blabber, unable to say much of anything really. 

His hand pushes down on your sternum, your body in chills at the feel of the now cool sweat laced in your bedsheets. He fucks you hard into the mattress – fucking into you once, twice, a rough third time that makes you scream and your cunt cry. 

Your entire body convulses in his touch as he continues moving through your orgasm, his mouth spewing expletives a mile a minute as he milks his cock inside of you. 

“Shit, baby, fuck- pussy’s fuckin’ drownin’ me.”

“My little fuckin’ play thing,” he grunts as he watches your pussy try and force him out with the force of your liquids, “mine to fuckin’ use whenever I want.”

“Yes- yes, daddy, yes, all yours, please-” you force out as you sob. It’s too much, yet painfully not enough. You want more. You need it.

He keeps going until he’s soft inside you. Your pussy filled, his cock spent, reluctantly he pulls out with a hiss. You whine brattily at the loss. 

He looks at you with a sternness that sends you clenching, his come leaking from your hole at the action. His middle finger catches the drip, pushing it back inside you. 

“Daddy needs a minute,” he tells you. 

You huff in response.

“Greedy fuckin’ thing, huh?”

“Only for you,” you remark, playful irritation laced in your tone. 

“Three orgasms ain’t enough for you?” 

“First two don’t count, I wasn’t awake.” Your eyebrow raises in a challenge. 

“Don’t count, hm?” He asks. He scoots himself back, giving himself enough space to lay between your thighs. “Then why don’t you count these next ones for me, yeah, honey?”

A shiver shoots up your spine. “O-okay, daddy,” you breathe.

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divider by me

[cassieoz]

Untamed

Zara gasped for air as her lover rubbed her hips and sunk deep into her wetness.

He had been painting the play room when he found her in the kitchen unpacking. He had walked up behind Zara, unzipping the front of his pants. Zara heard the inviting sound and instantly became excited. He swiftly moved in, lifting her skirt and roughly pulled down her lace thong. He was hard and ready! He thrusted his hardened shaft inside her throbbing passage in one strong motion. Zara moaned loudly as the rapid pumping commenced.

"How does that feel? I have been thinking about you! Can you feel what thinking about you does to me?"

Zara breathlessly nodded as the thrusting increased, moaning loudly as her arousal powerfully started to build. Her pregnant form ached for her lover's attention. He was always so hungry for her when she was heavy with child. He thrusted faster, edging rapidly to his release. Zara's breathing became more laborious as her climax threatened to explode. Her lover allowed her to erupt first, following one almighty roaring release of his own.

Zara had taken up residence in a beautiful country estate with her lover. The Breeding God was now living in the modern world, disguised as a wealthy business manager of his own company. He had taken the name Benjamin. He enjoyed how it sounds when Zara screamed it out when she climaxed wildly. Their two children, both sons, playing happily in the large gardens with their nanny as the couple unpacked and set up each room in the enormous mansion.

As Zara came hard, she insanely squeezed Benjamin tighter inside of her, contracting and convulsing wildly as her body lost all control. She spasmed violently as she could feel the child actively move in her womb. She frantically panted, gripping Benjamin's both hands. This was the best release of her pregnancy. She was loving immensely.

( Part 3 of the Birthing Temple Series - Enjoy! )

[nova-amor]

༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ◞

"eyes forward, pretty girl," he leaned over to whisper in your ear, the warmth of his breath causing heat to rise to your cheeks, your teeth gnawing at the plump flesh of your bottom lip. "keep 'em legs wide open and just relax, baby." his warm hand slipped beneath the fabric of your skirt, calloused finger tips brushing against the lace edges of your underwear.

it was inappropriate— to fuck in a movie theatre was scandalous, definitely against the law and could get you in major trouble if you two were caught. but something about the risk made you grow wetter, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he rubbed at the wet spot forming on your crotch. you tugged the thin blanket a little further up onto your shoulders, providing the perfect barrier to shield your activities from the rest of the theatre patrons.

"if you keep squirming like that, sweetheart, someone's gonna notice," he purred into your ear, a ghost of a lick left on your earlobe as he nudged your underwear to the side. "don't think you want that, do you? or, maybe you do… you want someone to catch us, huh? want someone to see how pathetic and desperate you get for your boyfriend's fingers?"

you shook your head in disagreement, lying to not only him but yourself. struggling to control your breathing pattern as he rubbed tight circles and squares around your clit. your legs twitched, foot tapping against the floor as you fixated your gaze on the movie playing rather than the familiar sweet stretch of your walls engulfing your boyfriend's thick digit.

"breathe f'me, sweetness, don't want you to pass out," he chuckled, curling his finger into your squishy walls. the filthy squelching noises of your sopping cunt were overshadowed by the movie's well-timed soundtrack clips and action sequences. "such a good girl f'me— fuckin' pussy's gushin’ all around me. you like this, don't you? love it when i use you like the slut you are?"

you rested your head on his shoulder, choking down the pathetic moans and whimpers that threatened to escape your lips. he slipped another finger into you and then another, plowing three fingers deeper and deeper inside you— stretching you out beyond your usual limit. you were growing delirious, hips bucking up relentlessly to chase the sweet release building at the pit of your stomach.

"gonna cum f'me, pretty girl? can feel your walls startin' t' milk my fingers," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hooking his fingers into your sensitive g-spot. the heel of his palm dug into your clit, each rut of his fingers into you stimulating your sensitive nub. "that's it, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers— fuckin' cum around my fingers."

black spots flashed across your eyes, your orgasm almost completely blinding you. your hips stuttered, body convulsing in the cushions of the theatre seat— there certainly would be a wet patch on the seat after the movie was done.

"such a good girl, you did so good f'me," his voice was distant, your head practically in the clouds as he retracted his fingers from deep inside you. he brought his fingers up to your lips, the lights of the movie causing his fingers to glimmer with the clear sheen of your release. "now open that pretty mouth and clean my fingers f'me— that's it, be a good girl and suck. maybe i'll give you some dick in the parking lot as a treat later."

satoru gojo, takuma ino, connie springer, zeke yeagar, natsuo todoroki, shota aizawa, kei tsukishima, tōru oikawa, kim hong-jin, gary sanderson

[axxa-the-allikatt]

This for you @germanpansexual. Thanks for the ask sweetheart 🥹. Hope you like it!

***

Imagine,

Bonten Sanzu, who’s finally settled in life, at least according to his life purpose, gaining the official title as Bonten’s, Mikey’s, Mad Dog.

Bonten Sanzu, who has lived off drugs for the past few years, and is well acquainted with the feeling of happiness that lasts in his foggy mind for a few hours until his next dose, but has long forgotten the genuine feeling.

Bonten Sanzu, who, true to his name, wrecks up every party he attends. Not that anyone minds, considering the kind of parties he attends.

Bonten Sanzu, who laid his eyes upon you for the first time, at one such party.

Bonten Sanzu, who’s attention was not converged towards you due to your tall, stunning build, but to the way you actively flirted around, looking like you were genuinely enjoying yourself, unlike majority of the people who attended these parties.

Bonten Sanzu, who was sure he’d forget about you the second he took his drugs, but even later, his hazy eyes still looked for you in the crowd, his drugged instincts not really knowing why.

Bonten Sanzu, whose mind relaxes into a hazy drift, as he finally finds you, knocking up some pretty looking boys, who looked like they believed they existed for you.

Bonten Sanzu, whose eyes follow you for minutes on end as you float around, catching eyes everywhere you go, but this unwanted attention didn’t seem to bother you.

Bonten Sanzu, who’s mind snaps clear, as he sees a woman seductively place her hands against your chest, as you chuckle and walk her towards the door, and he realises all too clearly that if he let you out of his sight now, he would almost surely not see you again.

Bonten Sanzu, who rushes out of his VIP seat, startling the Haitani brothers, who were busy preening over the several women draped over them.

Bonten Sanzu, who grabs the back of your shirt, dragging you away from the arms of that filthy woman, before crashing his lips on yours.

Bonten Sanzu, who doesn’t understand how he ended up in the current situation, his back pressed against the alleyway, legs wrapped around your torso, feeling the cool breeze flow against his almost naked body, but he doesn’t have time to think about those things, because whatever you were doing to him right now, had him feeling higher that any drug he had ever taken. Or was it just his pills talking?

Bonten Sanzu, who’s hands busied themselves by digging into your shoulders and pulling at your hair, as you’re barely three fingers in, whispering into his neck about how he’s such a good doll, so fucking pretty for you.

Bonten Sanzu, who finally manages to slip out some words, even though there were only broken prayers to gods he didn’t believe existed.

Bonten Sanzu, who never asked you your name, so he decides to scream out the closest thing he can connect you to- god -as he convulses against your body, his dripping hole clenching around you, as his cum splatters all over his chest.

Bonten Sanzu, who begs you to get inside him, to fuck him so good he doesn’t remember who his is, which, considering the state you had already put him in, really wouldn’t take long.

Bonten Sanzu, who wails out phrases of gratitude, as you thrust yourself deep into him, the hand that wasn’t holding him up playing with his hard, puffy nipples, mouth leaving blooming marks against his soft skin.

Bonten Sanzu, who cums for the second time that night, and soon after, has a dry orgasm, due the force with you release your seed deep inside him.

Bonten Sanzu, who passes out not a minute later, his drugs and your magic catching up on his clouded mind.

Bonten Sanzu, who wakes up the next morning, in a fancy hotel, and feels a pang of loss as he realises you had disappeared.

Bonten Sanzu, who doubles over, with his hands covering his bright red face,as he finds the little note you left for him, telling him that you might or might not have plans at the *** hotel tonight, then realises that he was looking forward to it. He was looking forward to getting fucked senseless by a guy. He was fucking gay.

***

(A little extra)

Sanzu is horrified that if the Haitanis ever found out about this, he would hear no end of it. But the Haitanis would rather not talk about the fact that Sanzu Harchiyo has been smiling, like actually smiling, since the morning, and that it probably meant the world was coming to an end.

***

I hope it’s not too rushed hun <3.

Part two is up, please check it out<3

[daisylolezzi]

a butch lesbian's hyper femme girlfriend convinces her to go as a Stepford Wife for halloween with her. she blushes with embarrassment and frustration.

seeing her breasts propped up by the pushup bra in her tea dress's bodice, how tightly the waist sinches in to accentuate her hips she's been actively trying to hide, how thw swing kf the dress skirt with every step makes her so self conscious of her body, how the silky tight pulled up against her cunt makes it so so so much more sensitive. she hates it, feeling and looking so feminine, but for the joy of her girlfriend, she obliges just this one time.

they head out to the party, and the butch hopes its a chill night with their friends, only to head to a house she's never been to before for the halloween party and discover that everyone, who she has never met before, is roleplaying the Stepford Wives.

all the guys are dressed like the ideal masculine breadwinner and all the girls, no matter their "alternative sexuality" are dressed as Stepford Wives. the rules: 'roleplay' the patriarchy.

to the butch's horror, three guys approach her already pulling their zippers down and rubbing their crotches, ordering her to bend over. when she protests, acting like the "masc butch dyke" she puts on for the rest of the year, they force her down, flip up her tea dress, squeeze her tits and quickly stuff her holes full of their cocks.

across the room, the butch sees her girlfriend eagerly begging to be fucked harder and deeper and knocked up by the heavily endowed man ploughing into her cunt, and that's when she realises the depth of betrayal. she'd believed her girlfriend was a lesbian too and yet it was all a ploy to be not only cheated on, but forced into a situation where she'd be used by men too.

the three guys pinning her down are grunting and moaning as they slam their cocks into her throat and pussy and ass, panting like dogs as they praise how tight her pussy is and how it feels so good for her throat to convulse as she gags around them. after a while, the pain of their strength inside her and their grunted praise of her holes dulls out her frustration and sends her into a dizzy haze. she doesnt struggle as much, she hardly registers what theyre doing, and as their dicks keep hitting the back of her throat and her cervix over and over, it almost... almost... starts to feel good. to be stuffed and rocked into this rhythm of fullness.

and when they cum and she's forced to take every last drop down her throat and into her womb and ass, her eyes roll back, her skin flushes with heat and she moans like the needy, cock desperate dyke she's always been but denied she was.