#instead of just a “good doggy^^” moment like it's supposed to be

[sunnywalnut]

Honestly at first I thought this was somebody complaining about how people ask to pet service dogs and I was about to agree that yeah, it can be annoying but in the end kinda harmless unless you actually try to do so despite the answer and then right around the time I got to the words "indie developer" I quickly realized that this was in fact about video games

honestly I hate “can you pet the dog?!?” not for any of the common reasons but because it was initially interesting as a proposition of “can you interact with the world in a way that is not within the primary mechanical loop” and that very quickly fell away to being “well now any indie developer making a game has to have a pet the dog button or they’re going to get letters”

[yukkiji]

his favorite parts

on the night they were supposed to attend a formal dinner, her insecurity almost wins—but bokuto stays behind, choosing instead to remind his wife that the body she sees as flawed is the same one he’s adored, worshipped, and will love for the rest of his life.

haikyuu masterlist. leave a little stardust on my ko-fi

starring. bokuto kotaro x fem!reader

genre: fluff, romance, smut, timeskip!bokuto, they are married, plus size!reader

wc: 11.3k

warning: 18+ mdni., smut. nsfw. unprotected sex. cunnilingus. fingering. mirror sex. face-sitting. doggy style. mating press. breeding kink. spanking. body worship. stretch mark praise. postpartum body. soft dom!bokuto. aftercare. bathing together. emotional comfort. established marriage

author's note: okay, i saw a post on tiktok that bokuto also loves thick girls sooo

you've been standing in front of the mirror for almost fifteen minutes now.

the room is quiet, your son’s giggles a memory from earlier when you dropped him off at your mom’s house. he’d clung to bokuto’s leg, babbling about pancakes and cartoons and bringing his stuffed hawk for bedtime, and your heart had both ached and melted. still, you and bokuto had kissed his cheeks, promised to pick him up in the morning, and waved until your sister closed the door behind them.

tonight was supposed to be for you and koutarou.

just the two of you. no diaper bags. no cartoons in the background. no stepping on toy trucks in the middle of the hallway.

a formal dinner with his team—something sleek, elegant, just adults being adults. he’d even insisted on getting a driver so you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. you’d spent the afternoon doing your hair, soft makeup, painted your nails. it had been a long time since you felt like a woman first, not just a mother.

and for the first time in what felt like forever, you dared to reach for that dress.

it had waited in the back of your closet, untouched since before pregnancy. deep midnight silk. halter neckline. backless, with two satin ribbons—one that tied around your neck, the other knotted delicately at the waist. the fabric draped around your curves, slitted high on the hip, pooling like liquid at your feet.

when you slipped it on, you’d held your breath.

you had imagined bokuto’s reaction—his eyes lighting up, mouth parting, that low whistle he always gave when he was really floored.

but now, facing the mirror, the insecurities start whispering.

your body is different.

softer.

the silk clings to the swell of your belly, the curve of your hips, the stretch marks trailing like pale lightning bolts across your skin. some new, from carrying your son. some old. your thighs look thicker. your waist wider. your back—bare in the mirror’s reflection—is webbed with silvery lines and gentle dips that didn’t used to be there.

you love your body. at least, you try to.

but tonight, it’s hard. tonight, the dress you once loved feels like a spotlight instead of armor.

you reach for the ribbon at your neck, fingers trembling.

“babe?”

his voice is muffled from the hallway.

you don’t answer.

the door creaks open a moment later, and then you hear him inhale like he’s been punched.

you can feel his eyes on you—hot, stunned. still, you keep your back turned.

“kou,” you start, voice quiet. “i think i’ll just change.”

he doesn’t move. not at first. and then:

“what the hell are you talking about?”

your stomach clenches.

“the dress—it’s not working. i thought i could wear it again, but… it’s not the same on me anymore.”

he’s behind you in three strides, large warm hands settling on your waist.

you see it in the mirror: the way his brows draw together, the confusion on his face slowly giving way to something else—something deeper.

“you don’t think this looks good?” he asks, voice low, rough around the edges.

you shake your head, too embarrassed to speak.

his fingers tighten slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to ground you.

“baby,” he murmurs, stepping closer until his chest brushes your back. “do you have any idea what you look like right now?”

“i look like i’m trying too hard,” you whisper. “like i don’t know this body anymore.”

his hands slide around to your front, fingers splaying wide over your belly, pressing his mouth to the side of your neck.

“you mean the body that carried our son?” he murmurs, lips grazing your pulse. “the body that gave me a family, that holds all the softness i love touching every damn night?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, voice cracking. “it’s not just that. my stretch marks… they’re worse now. they’re everywhere.”

bokuto goes still—then slowly pulls back just enough to meet your gaze in the mirror.

“you mean these?” he asks, dragging one finger gently along the marks on your waist, then dipping lower toward the pale streaks on your thigh. “baby. these are gorgeous. do you know how crazy you drive me when i see them?”

you let out a breathy laugh, disbelieving. “you don’t have to say that.”

“i’m not saying it,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, but full of something fierce—real. “i’m obsessed. i love your stretch marks. i love that your back is soft now. i love your thighs, your stomach… all of it. i married this body, baby. i’ve worshipped this body. and i’ve missed this body.”

his fingers find the ribbon at the back of your neck. slowly, deliberately, he begins to untie it—each motion careful, almost delicate. like he’s unwrapping something fragile. precious.

the bow comes undone.

the silk slides down your chest, the top of the dress falling away in a soft whisper.

your breasts spill free.

bokuto’s breath catches in his throat, and he steps in closer, his hands already rising like instinct—like need.

“oh, baby…”

his voice is a low rasp now, warm against your ear as he cups your breasts gently, reverently—his palms broad, fingers spreading across your soft skin like he’s touching something holy.

you feel his lips brush your shoulder, followed by a kiss, slow and tender.

“so soft,” he murmurs, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, coaxing them into peaks. “god, i love them. i love you.”

he starts to knead them in slow, rhythmic circles—not rough, not hurried—just firm, just intentional, just his. his touch is grounding. comforting. and yet, the way he sighs against your neck, the way he holds you like you might slip through his fingers if he doesn’t keep you close—it makes your knees weaken.

“god…” he breathes, voice low and reverent as his thumbs sweep over your nipples again, “they even got bigger than i thought.”

he groans quietly into your skin, the heat of his breath washing over your shoulder.

“fuck, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing a little more firmly now, his thumbs brushing over your peaked nipples with reverence. his hands cradle you like you’re something delicate and divine, like he still can’t believe you’re real. “look at this… so full. heavy. soft. they’re perfect. you’re perfect.”

you gasp, the sound escaping before you can catch it, hips twitching at the way his fingers roll over your nipples, teasing, coaxing little jolts of pleasure from deep inside you. the sensation sends heat curling through your belly—warm, slow, wanting.

your eyes lift—almost instinctively—to the mirror in front of you.

the image steals your breath.

there you are: flushed, silk dress slipping low on your waist, your breasts fully exposed in the warm lamplight, soft and generous in his broad hands. bokuto stands behind you, taller, darker, haloed by the shadows—his arms wrapped tight around you, his eyes locked on yours through the reflection.

he looks wrecked already. like he’s holding the most precious thing in the world.

and the look in his eyes?

adoration.

claim.

love.

“kou,” you breathe, voice trembling around a moan.

his name leaves your lips like prayer.

his grip tightens just slightly, hands still moving in slow, reverent circles. he kisses the curve of your neck, soft and open-mouthed, then trails his lips to your shoulder, murmuring between kisses:

“that’s it, baby… say my name again. let me hear how good it feels. you look so fucking beautiful right now.”

you tilt your head back into him, overwhelmed—not just by his touch, but by the way he’s seeing you. not as someone changed or less—but as something more. someone whole. someone desired.

and that’s when you hear it, quiet but firm, right beside your ear:

“we’re not going to the dinner.”

your breath hitches.

“but, kou—”

before you can finish, his fingers pinch your nipple—not hard, but enough to make you gasp, your body arching in surprise, pleasure shooting straight to your core.

his grip stays there, gentle but firm, as he kisses your shoulder with a grin in his voice. “that wasn’t a suggestion, baby.”

you shiver, your mouth falling open, but no words come out. only a soft whimper.

bokuto chuckles, low and warm, nuzzling into the curve of your neck. “you think i can let you out in that dress now? after seeing you like this?” he squeezes your breast again, a little slower this time. “after touching you, feeling how fucking soft and warm and mine you are?”

his hand glides down your side, slow and deliberate, skimming the stretch of your belly, over your hips, toward the slit of your dress.

“nah,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with want. “you’re not going anywhere, pretty girl. you’re staying right here… and letting me ruin you.”

you barely have time to breathe before his hands are guiding you toward the bed, his grip steady, warm, unyielding. he sits down first, spreading his thighs, his dark slacks still on but straining with how hard he is for you already.

he tugs you into his lap, slow and sure—settling you on top of him, facing the mirror again.

his hands slide up your sides, slow and reverent, like he's mapping you all over again.

you feel his breath at your ear as he whispers, “look.”

you lift your gaze—and there it is again. you, bared and flushed, seated on his lap in nothing but a half-fallen silk dress. your back, soft and scarred with stretch marks he calls beautiful. your breasts, full and heavy in his palms. your body, wrapped in his. like a living portrait of indulgence and love.

bokuto lets out a low groan as he starts massaging your breasts again, rolling your nipples slowly between his thumbs and forefingers, coaxing more of those soft, breathy moans from your lips.

“you see that?” he murmurs, kissing just below your ear. “that’s what i see every day. every night. the woman i married. the mother of my son. the body that keeps getting more perfect every time i touch it.”

his lips trace a path down your neck, slow and wet, tongue flicking out between kisses. “and fuck, baby… the way you feel in my hands…”

you whimper, hips rolling instinctively over the hard line of him beneath you. the friction sends sparks dancing up your spine, your breath catching as your body presses closer to his. every shift of silk and skin heightens the heat that’s been simmering since the moment his hands touched you.

his mouth is still on your neck, hot and open, kissing and licking slowly—patiently—while his hands move with purpose. one stays on your breast, still kneading softly, while the other trails down, over your belly, and toward your thigh.

his fingers brush the slit of your dress.

you feel him pause.

“…baby.”

his voice drops into something deeper—surprised, low, undeniably turned on.

you bite your lip, eyes locked with your own reflection as you whisper, “i didn’t wear any. figured it’d feel better with the slit that high.”

his groan is immediate, buried into your shoulder, like the thought physically affects him.

“fuck me,” he breathes. “you’re really trying to kill me tonight, huh?”

with slow, deliberate care, he slides his hand under the dress, pushing the silk up until the slit parts wider. he uses his knees to spread your thighs open, guiding you with a firm touch until your legs drape over his, knees bent, completely exposed to the mirror.

and there it is—you, in the reflection.

flushed, already trembling, folds glistening with arousal under the warm light, your thighs trembling ever so slightly, your body bared and beautiful and soaked.

bokuto lets out a shuddering breath.

his hand slides lower, fingers parting your folds as he whispers, “look at that. look how wet you are for me.”

you moan, your hips twitching when he drags a finger through your slick, slow and indulgent, circling your clit with the lightest pressure.

“this all for me, baby?” he murmurs, voice warm against your ear. “just from a dress and a few kisses?”

you nod shakily, but that’s not enough for him.

“say it.”

“it’s for you,” you breathe, arching into his hand. “only you, kou.”

his lips curl into a soft smile against your shoulder. “that’s my good girl.”

he keeps you like that—your legs spread wide over his, silk bunched around your hips, your chest bare and glowing in the golden light. the mirror reflects everything: the way he holds you, the way your body trembles under his touch, the reverence in his eyes as he gazes at you through the glass.

and then his fingers slide deeper.

you let out a soft gasp, eyes fluttering closed before fluttering open again—drawn to the sight in front of you. his fingers sink into you with slow, patient pressure, thick and warm and perfect, curling just right as your walls pulse around him.

“you feel that?” he murmurs against your skin. “how good you take me?”

you whimper, leaning back into his chest, your hands gripping his thighs for support.

his free hand returns to your breast, gently squeezing, grounding you, while the other works slow and steady between your legs—two fingers pushing deeper, spreading you open.

you glance at the mirror again—and you moan at what you see.

your own reflection stares back: eyes glassy and dazed, lips parted, flushed and messy, your soft thighs shaking as his fingers pump into you. your breasts bounce with every breath, nipples hard, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

you clench around him at the sight—watching how your body responds so desperately to his touch, how needy you look seated in his lap, fucked open by just his hand.

“ohh, baby…” he groans, feeling the way you tighten. “you saw that, didn’t you? fuck, that got you, huh?”

you nod, a whimper caught in your throat. “kou, i—”

“shh,” he soothes again, voice low and warm as silk. his lips press gentle, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck. “just feel me, baby. let me take care of you.”

but his fingers don’t stay slow for long.

they start to move faster—steadier—fucking into you with purpose now. curling deep, spreading you just a little wider with every thrust as slick sounds echo between your thighs. he knows exactly where to reach, exactly how to touch you—how to ruin you gently.

you gasp, then moan, the sound raw and breathless. your hips roll helplessly in his lap, matching his rhythm, chasing more friction, more pressure, more of him.

“that’s it,” he murmurs against your skin, groaning as your walls flutter around his fingers. “you’re doing so good. fuck, you’re perfect like this.”

your reflection—messy, flushed, and trembling—is too much to look away from. your thighs are spread wide, his hand buried between them, his arm flexed around your waist. your eyes are heavy-lidded, lips parted, hair beginning to stick to your damp skin.

your body moves instinctively—your own hands rising to your chest, squeezing your breasts with a whimper. the extra pressure makes your nipples throb, your arousal spike.

“kou,” you cry softly, arching your back as your fingers pinch one peak. “feels so good—please, i’m so close.”

bokuto groans, watching your every move in the mirror.

“you touching yourself too, baby?” he pants. “fuck, that’s so hot. you’re so beautiful like this.”

he doesn’t stop—he can’t. the pace of his fingers keeps building, faster now, deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes your legs twitch and your breath stutter.

“that’s it. come on, pretty girl,” he whispers, his forehead resting against your temple as his fingers work you closer. “give it to me. let me feel you come on my hand.”

and you do—falling apart in his lap, thighs shaking, breasts bouncing under your own touch as your climax rips through you with a broken moan of his name. your body clenches so tightly around his fingers, so wet and overwhelmed, that he just holds you through it—kissing your neck, whispering praise, grounding you in the strength of his arms.

“that’s my girl,” he breathes, voice low and filled with awe. “you’re everything to me.”

you’re still trembling in his lap, body warm and slick and pliant, your head lolling back against his shoulder as you gasp for air. your thighs twitch with aftershocks, your fingers slack against your breasts, and your eyes are glassy as they stay fixed on the mirror—still processing the intensity of it all.

bokuto presses a slow, reverent kiss to your bare shoulder.

then another. and another.

his fingers finally ease out of you, coated in your release, and he holds you even tighter, his arms wrapping around your soft middle as though to anchor you, protect you, remind you that he’s here.

his palms rub up and down your arms in long, soothing strokes—his touch gentle and patient now, helping you float down from the high, from the haze, from the heady rush of being completely seen and utterly wrecked by someone who loves every inch of you.

“you did so good, baby,” he whispers, resting his chin on your shoulder. “took my fingers like a fucking dream. you’re amazing.”

you manage a soft, dazed laugh, and he grins, nuzzling into your neck with a little hum.

“you okay?” he murmurs, brushing your damp hair from your cheek, his hands still trailing soft circles over your arms.

you nod slowly, chest still rising and falling with aftershocks. “yeah,” you breathe. “better than okay.”

he smiles into your skin, lips brushing warm and soft over your shoulder, before he murmurs, “good… ’cause i’m not even close to done with you yet.”

there’s heat in his voice, yes—but it’s not rushed. it’s not greedy. it’s the kind of hunger that lingers, that savors. and you feel it in the way his hands slide to your waist again, fingers slipping beneath the second satin ribbon tied just below your ribs.

“let me take this off you,” he says, lips ghosting along the nape of your neck.

he unties the bow slowly, with that same reverence from before—like he’s undressing something sacred. the fabric loosens, the tension of the silk falling away, and he helps guide the dress down your body with careful hands.

he watches as it pools around your hips, then slips over your thighs in a slow, fluid glide.

you lift slightly, and he pulls it down the rest of the way, letting the silk fall to the floor without a second thought.

his breath hitches—not in surprise, but in awe.

you’re fully bare now.

no lingerie. no gloss of perfume or body shimmer. just your skin, your softness, your postpartum curves—marked with the stretch of motherhood, lined with silvery streaks that trace along your hips, your breasts, your back, your thighs. and he looks at you like you’re the most divine thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

he leans forward again, lips brushing over your shoulder blades, kissing them softly. slowly. one by one.

you shiver when he presses his mouth to a stretch mark just under your shoulder. then another, by the dip of your spine. his kisses aren’t fleeting—they linger. he tastes you like a man starved.

“these,” he murmurs, reverent. “these are so fucking beautiful. they’re yours. and they’re mine. every inch of you, baby. mine.”

you turn your head into the crook of his neck, flushed and overwhelmed and maybe a little shy. he can feel your thighs twitch against his as he brings you closer, drawing little circles over your hips with his thumbs.

“lie back,” he says, low and soft.

you nod, but before you can move, he shifts slightly under you—his body warm, solid beneath yours. his hands hold your waist still.

“…or better yet,” he breathes, voice thickening, “ride my face.”

your heart skips. your thighs clench around his hips instinctively.

you blink at him through the mirror, eyes wide. “kou…”

he doesn’t let you finish the protest.

“yes,” he says, calm but unyielding. “don’t hide from me. don’t. not when i love you like this.”

his hand slides up your back slowly, smoothing over the stretch marks there, grounding you. his other hand tilts your chin up gently so your eyes find the mirror again.

you see yourself. bare. vulnerable. trembling—but not from shame.

from how seen you feel. how claimed.

“you think i don’t want this?” bokuto murmurs against your shoulder. “you think i haven’t dreamed about this—about feeling your thighs around my face again? watching you fall apart on my tongue while you look at yourself in the mirror and see how fucking perfect you are?”

your stomach twists with heat. your body’s already responding—pulsing between your legs, your chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

“kou, it’s just—my thighs, i—”

“your thighs are my heaven.” he interrupts, voice rough now. “you don’t even know what you do to me when you shake around me. when you clench down on my tongue and cry my name. i love it. i love you. and i want all of you on top of me. right now.”

he shifts again, lying back against the pillows, broad chest rising with every breath, hair messy and eyes dark with adoration. he pulls you with him, hands guiding your thighs gently to straddle his shoulders.

“you don’t have to do anything, baby,” he promises, voice soft now as he looks up at you. “just sit. let me do the work. let me make you feel good.”

you hesitate for only a heartbeat more—and then his hands squeeze your hips again, warm and sure.

“come on,” he whispers again, his voice so soft, so sure. “ride my face like the goddess you are.”

you hover over him, trembling just slightly—knees on either side of his head, thighs brushing his jaw, your hands braced against the headboard behind him. the heat between your legs is unbearable now, but the nerves twist with it. being this exposed, this seen, even with his praise still ringing in your ears—it makes your chest flutter and your breath catch.

you hesitate, trembling above him—your pussy just barely hovering over his mouth, soaked, swollen, and aching with need. the heat radiating off his skin only makes it worse, makes your core pulse with the want to just drop onto him—but your body still shakes with that small sliver of self-consciousness.

bokuto sees it. he feels it.

but he doesn’t rush you.

instead, he leans in—just enough—and his tongue flicks up to meet your clit in a single, slow stroke.

you shiver, your thighs clenching instinctively as a sharp gasp escapes your lips.

your hips jolt, but still—you stay hovering, breath caught in your throat, pussy twitching from that first delicious contact.

bokuto groans beneath you, loud and needy, like he’s finally tasted the thing he’s been craving all night.

“mmm,” he moans, mouth brushing your folds again. “fuck, baby… why’re you keeping her from me?”

his hands rub up your thighs, spreading warmth through your skin, grounding you again. he kisses your inner thigh, wet and soft. then licks your clit again—slower this time, a long, flat drag of his tongue that has your hips stuttering forward.

“she’s already begging for me,” he says, voice thick with praise. “you’re so wet… so pretty. you don’t need to be shy.”

you whimper, thighs trembling, your breath becoming more ragged the longer you hover. every flick of his tongue—every teasing brush over your clit, every please groaned into your skin—chips away at your hesitation. you're so close to giving in, body already betraying you with the way your slick drips down his chin from just the teasing alone.

bokuto’s eyes flick up to yours—dark, focused, starving.

“when i say sit,” he says, voice dropping into something low and commanding, “i mean it.”

and with that—he pulls you down.

his hands grip your thighs with intention, broad and strong and sure, and he seats you on his face in one swift, fluid motion. there’s no more hovering, no more hiding. your pussy sinks fully onto his mouth, and his lips part with a groan like he’s been waiting for this since the moment he first touched you tonight.

“k—kou—” you cry out, voice pitching into something breathless and broken.

but he doesn't stop.

his arms wrap around the backs of your thighs, locking you in place. his grip is firm, possessive, but still gentle—like he’s holding something precious and refuses to let it go.

and then he devours you.

his mouth moves with purpose now, tongue pressing flat against your clit and dragging in long, unrelenting strokes. he moans into you, deep and greedy, like the taste of your cunt is all he’s ever needed. the vibrations shoot up your spine, your hands scrambling to grip the headboard, the sheets, anything.

you try to lift off—just a little, just to breathe—but he holds you tighter, arms flexing, anchoring you in place.

“no,” he groans against you. “stay. you’re not going anywhere.”

his voice is muffled but clear, and it sends another rush of slick from your core straight onto his tongue.

your thighs clamp around his head without meaning to, and instead of backing off, he groans again—louder, messier—and pulls you closer, burying himself deeper between your thighs like your body is his religion.

you’re already shaking, panting, hips rocking against his mouth now in a desperate, aching rhythm. every drag of his tongue, every flick and swirl over your clit, is maddening—precise. practiced. like he’s memorized you. like his entire existence is wired to make you fall apart on his face.

his lips suck softly, then harder, the change in pressure making your thighs tremble violently around his head.

“f-fuck, kou—” you gasp, voice caught somewhere between a cry and a moan, your head falling back as your hands scramble to brace yourself against the headboard.

your legs threaten to lift, to flee the overwhelming pressure building low in your belly, but he’s not letting you go anywhere. his arms only tighten around your thighs, pulling you down, locking you in place like your pussy belongs to his mouth and his mouth alone.

he groans in response—needy, wrecked, starved—and the sound vibrates directly against your clit, sending your hips into another desperate grind against his face.

“fuck,” you whimper again, eyes fluttering open just enough to glance at the mirror.

the sight nearly undoes you.

you—naked, flushed, breasts bouncing with every trembling breath. your thighs draped over bokuto’s broad shoulders, his silver hair buried between your legs, thick arms holding you down like he’ll die if you pull away. his muscles flex with each lick, his body completely beneath yours, fully focused on worshiping every part of you.

and your face… your mouth open in a soundless moan, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. pleasure turning you into something undone. something sacred.

“kou—kou, i’m—i can’t—” you gasp, but the words blur into a sob as your orgasm tears through you without warning.

your thighs clamp around his face. your hips buck. your body shakes uncontrollably as you scream his name.

bokuto doesn’t stop. he moans, dragging his tongue through your release, licking you through every wave of pleasure like he’s addicted. like you’re feeding him something holy.

“that’s it,” he pants when he finally pulls away for air, lips soaked, voice absolutely wrecked. “that’s my good girl… fuck, you taste so good.”

your body slumps forward, chest heaving, and he holds you against him as you shake—still grounded, still safe, still in his arms.

and his voice, low and reverent beneath you, whispers:

“and i haven’t even started fucking you yet.”

his voice is rough—breathy, low, wrecked from being buried between your thighs—but there’s a glimmer of that boyish awe still in it. like he can’t believe he gets to have you like this. again. and again.

he kisses your thigh once more before gently helping you up. his hands stay warm and steady beneath you, supporting your weight as he lifts you from his face. you whimper at the loss of contact, still trembling, your body sensitive and flushed, your thighs sticky with your release.

“easy,” he soothes, rubbing slow circles over your hips as he helps you lower yourself onto your knees beside him.

you barely have time to catch your breath before he shifts behind you, kneeling. his hands are firm as they guide your body forward, pressing between your shoulder blades, easing your chest down onto the mattress.

“face the mirror, baby,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up your back. “i want you to see everything.”

your arms brace against the bed, head lifting just enough to see your reflection—messy hair, parted lips, heavy eyes, your body trembling but wanting.

bokuto groans as he takes in the sight from behind. “god, you’re beautiful like this.”

he kneels between your thighs, spreading your legs wider with gentle hands, his thumbs brushing over the stretch marks that line your hips and ass.

he leans down, pressing a kiss right at the dip of your spine.

then another. lower.

“these marks,” he murmurs, lips trailing the backs of your thighs. “i love every single one.”

you tremble beneath him, thighs twitching. “kou…”

“shh,” he hushes. “just breathe for me.”

his hand slides between your thighs again, fingers grazing your soaked folds, and he moans at the wetness still dripping from you. “still so ready for me. even after all that.”

you can feel him now—his cock, thick and hard, pressed against the curve of your ass as he lines himself up.

he leans over you, chest against your back, his hand curling under to gently hold your belly.

“you ready for me, pretty girl?”

you nod, voice barely a whisper. “yes. please.”

he smiles against your shoulder, warm and breathless, nuzzling the soft space where your neck meets your spine. his fingers splay across your waist like he’s grounding himself—like you’re the only thing tethering him to reality.

“you always take me so well,” he murmurs, voice thick with awe. “like you were made for me.”

then—slowly—he begins to push in.

and no matter how long you’ve been his, no matter how many nights he’s touched you like this, it never changes: the sheer stretch of him, the way your body strains and clings and burns as he eases inside.

bokuto’s cock is thick—obscenely so. you can feel every vein, every throb, every hot inch of him forcing your walls to part, welcoming the slow invasion.

“f-fuck, kou,” you choke out, fingers clawing at the sheets as your arms buckle. “you’re too big—”

“shh,” he soothes, voice thick and ragged. “you’re doing so good. look how perfect you are for me. look.”

his hand slides beneath your belly, lifting you just slightly, angling you up toward the mirror.

“eyes up, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “don’t look away.”

your gaze flickers up—just barely—and your breath catches.

the reflection is devastating.

you, on all fours, soft thighs parted wide, back arched. your flushed body trembling as bokuto’s hips press close to yours, his thick cock slowly sinking deeper and deeper into your soaked, desperate pussy. your breasts sway with each shaky breath. your mouth hangs open. your lashes flutter.

behind you, bokuto looks wild. hair tousled, jaw clenched, his big hands gripping your hips like he’s barely holding himself back.

you can see the stretch. you can see how full you are.

your pussy flutters around him just at the sight.

“don’t look away,” he repeats, voice darker now. “you keep those eyes on the mirror.”

and you try.

but the heat curling in your gut, the pressure, the fullness—it overwhelms you, makes your head drop with a moan as your arms start to shake.

smack.

you yelp as his palm lands clean across your ass, the sting making your back arch harder.

“kou—”

“what did i say?” he growls, leaning forward, his lips brushing your ear. “keep your eyes on the mirror.”

his hand kneads your ass gently after the spank, soothing it even as his hips grind deeper.

“you need to see what i see,” he breathes. “how beautiful you look when you’re filled up. how fucking perfect this body is. how much it turns me on to watch you take every inch.”

you whimper, eyes fluttering back up—locking onto the mirror again. and you do see it now.

the way your body ripples with every slow thrust. the way your pussy grips him. the stretch of your stomach, your breasts, the marks lining your hips and back—and the way bokuto’s looking at you like you’re a dream.

“look at that pussy,” he groans, pulling out halfway only to thrust back in, deeper this time. “see how she pulls me in? she wants me.”

your whole body jolts, a broken moan falling from your lips.

then—your head tips down again, overwhelmed.

smack.

“eyes up, baby,” he says again, breathless now. “that’s two. don’t make me count to five.”

you whine, tears prickling your lashes as you force your eyes back to the mirror.

“there you go,” he praises, slowing down just enough to grind into you, cock pressing against the softest parts inside you. “you’re doing so fucking good for me.”

his thrusts start to build—steady, deep, intentional. his hand stays splayed beneath your belly, holding you steady, while the other grips your hip tight enough to leave marks.

“i want you to remember this,” he groans. “remember how good you look. how full you feel. how loved you are.”

you sob out a moan, thighs trembling. “kou—i’m close—”

his eyes snap to yours through the mirror, dark and burning, almost feral with how much he wants you. and then you squeal—a short, breathy sound—when he suddenly pulls you upright from your hands and knees.

your back meets his chest, hot and solid, as his arms wrap around you and settle you against him. his cock stays buried inside you the whole time, thick and deep and stretching you even more in this position. you feel your walls pulse around him, overstimulated and raw, and he groans low into your shoulder.

“fuck, baby,” he pants, holding you tightly. “you feel so good. i could stay in you forever.”

your body trembles, soft and flushed, your thighs slick and shaking from how full you are, how overwhelmed you feel—especially when you lock eyes with yourself again in the mirror.

bokuto towers behind you.

his broad chest pressed to your back, skin sticky with sweat. his arms cradling your body like you’re something precious, like you’ll float away if he lets go. his cock still buried deep, your cunt wrapped tight around him. and he’s watching you. watching the way your belly heaves with each breath, the way your breasts bounce with every pulse of your hips, the stretch marks lining your skin like stardust.

his hand—warm and rough—slides down your side, past the curve of your waist, and rests on your stomach.

he massages there, deliberately. slow, grounding, and loving.

"you know what i see when i touch you here?" he murmurs against your skin. “i see the woman who gave me everything. the body that carried our son. the softness i come home to. the warmth that’s always been mine.”

your eyes gloss with emotion.

“don’t look away,” he says again, voice like velvet—deep, commanding, tender. “keep your eyes on that mirror. keep watching how good you look. how perfect you are when i’m inside you.”

his other hand slides up to your breast, cupping it fully, worshiping the weight of it in his palm. he groans under his breath as he massages it gently, thumb brushing over your nipple before rolling it between his fingers until you cry out again.

“look at these,” he rasps. “so full. so fucking heavy. they got even bigger after you had our baby. god, i’m obsessed.”

you gasp again, your whole body tightening. “kou, i’m—i can’t—i need to—”

“shh, i got you.”

his hand trails down, past your stomach, slipping through your slick folds—and the moment his fingers find your clit, your hips jerk and your cunt clamps down around him with a desperate squeeze.

he freezes for a beat.

and then—groans, deep and primal into your ear.

“fuck,” he breathes. “you just clenched so hard, baby. you feel that?”

he rubs your clit in tight, slow circles, never breaking eye contact through the mirror. you’re falling apart in his arms, your body melting, every nerve on fire. he watches every twitch of your mouth, every flutter of your lashes, every tremor in your legs.

and then he leans in, lips brushing your temple.

“you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”

“i—i can’t stop—”

“don’t,” he growls. “don’t stop. i want it. i need it. come on my cock, baby. let me feel it. let me feel this pussy take me again.”

you cry out, high and raw, but he’s not done.

his hand on your stomach tenses, and he lowers his voice even further—gravel, hunger, possession.

“you know what else this perfect body’s gonna do?”

you can’t answer. you’re shaking too hard. his cock twitches inside you, and his hand keeps working your clit until you’re seeing stars.

“she’s gonna take my cum,” he whispers, lips right at your jaw. “she’s gonna take every drop. and you’re not gonna let a single bit go to waste.”

your walls flutter again, the edge creeping so close it’s unbearable.

“you want it, don’t you?” he growls, breath hot in your ear. “want me to fill you up again. knock you up. fuck another baby into this perfect body.”

his cock is still deep inside you, thick and pulsing, your pussy fluttering with every word he says, every stroke he grinds into you from behind. his chest is pressed to your back, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, and the other hand still palming your breast like it’s his.

and it is.

you’re his.

his wife. his love. the mother of his son.

and his whole body is trembling behind you like he’s on the edge of worship.

“you remember how beautiful you were?” he murmurs now, his voice dipping low—almost reverent. “when you were pregnant? glowing. fuck, you glowed every day.”

he massages your soft belly with his palm, slow, deliberate, like he’s memorizing it all over again.

“you used to waddle around the kitchen in my shirts and nothing else, holding your back, rubbing your belly, so damn radiant. and your tits—god, baby, they were so swollen. always sore.”

his hand trails up, cupping your breast again, squeezing gently like he’s remembering them full and aching with milk, like he’s picturing you sitting between his thighs, flushed and tired, as he helped ease the ache with his mouth.

“i used to kiss them for you,” he whispers, nuzzling behind your ear. “suck them soft until the pain faded. said it helped you sleep, but fuck, i just loved the taste of you. i still do.”

your moan is wet and broken. you grind back against him, your hips helplessly chasing friction.

“you were so sensitive back then,” he pants, thrusting slowly, so deep you swear you can feel him pressing right against your womb. “so full. so warm. i loved how your body carried our baby—how it carried me.”

his thumb drops to your clit again, circling, rubbing you fast and hard in contrast to the slow drag of his cock inside you. your walls clamp around him and you cry out, overwhelmed.

“fuck,” he groans, gripping you tighter. “you feel that? how you’re squeezing me? like your body already wants it—wants to be bred again.”

you’re gasping, shaking, your orgasm building fast—too fast.

and then, his hand catches your chin and tilts your face up.

“look at me,” he says. “no—look at you.”

he turns your gaze to the mirror. “don’t look away this time. when you cum, you watch yourself. i want you to see what i see.”

your breath stutters, vision hazy, but you obey—and what you see almost pushes you over the edge.

you, flushed and ruined, stretched wide and full of him. your breasts bouncing slightly from the motion of his hips. your belly, soft and glowing with sweat. his thick arms wrapped around you, his cock buried inside you, and his eyes locked on your reflection like you’re something holy.

“you see it?” he murmurs. “see how good you look when you’re falling apart?”

you moan, your body writhing. “kou—i’m—i’m cumming—”

“that’s it,” he growls, thrusting deeper, faster now. “cum for me. fall apart on my cock. watch yourself break.”

you scream, your orgasm crashing into you like a wave. your entire body seizes, your pussy clenching tight around him in pulsing waves, your vision swimming as your hips jerk against his.

and bokuto loses it.

he grunts, his thrusts turning messy, erratic, slamming into your overstimulated cunt with everything he’s got. he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own with pure, primal desperation.

“fuck—fuck, baby,” he moans, voice cracking. “you’re milking me—i’m—gonna—”

he slams into you one final time and holds—buried so deep it feels like he’s in your throat.

then he cums.

hot, thick spurts flooding your pussy, pulse after pulse, his cock twitching deep inside you. he groans your name into your shoulder, his body trembling as he fills you to the brim, his arms locked tight around your belly like he’s claiming you again—all of you.

he stays like that for a long moment, breathing hard, lips pressed against your neck.

“you’re mine,” he whispers, softer now. “always have been. always will be.”

his fingers slip between your legs again, pressing gently at your cunt as his cum starts to leak around him.

“look at that,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder. “filled you up so good, you can’t even hold it in.”

you whimper, body trembling from sensitivity, exhaustion, love.

and then he kisses the back of your neck — slow, tender, proud.

“you ready to make another baby with me?” he breathes, voice low and wrecked. “’cause i’m not stopping until this pretty pussy keeps it.”

he meant it.

bokuto was insatiable.

you thought it would end there — the way your thighs shook, how his cum leaked down your legs, how your body trembled in his arms — but no. he reminded you with every grip of your hips, every reverent kiss down your spine, that his love wasn’t soft tonight. it was devouring.

he bent you over the vanity next, hand gripping your jaw so you could see how wild you looked taking him again, your slick dripping down your thighs.

he took you pressed to the wall, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder, whispering against your ear how this body made him a father, how it would again.

and then — in the center of the room — he laid you down on the floor.

mating press.

your knees pinned to your chest, your belly soft beneath his palms, his body heavy over yours, cock driving into you slow and deep.

“you feel that?” he grunted, his pace bruising. “this is how i know it’ll stick. how your pussy was meant to keep me.”

you sobbed his name — again.

your body gave in completely, writhing beneath him as another orgasm tore through you. and then another. and another, until your voice was barely a whisper and your limbs were limp, trembling, surrendered entirely to the man still pressed so deeply inside you.

your eyes were glassy, unfocused, your lips red and parted, throat raw from the way he'd made you scream for him. your cunt was throbbing, messy and soaked and overflowing with everything he’d poured into you.

you were shaking — overstimulated, dazed, ruined in the most loving way.

you felt so full.

so warm.

every inch of you pulsed with the weight of him — his body, his love, his release.

bokuto leaned over you slowly, body still blanketing yours in the final position — that tight, delicious mating press. your thighs were spread wide, knees pinned by the strength of his arms. he hadn’t pulled out. his cock was still buried inside you, twitching gently, warm and thick, keeping every drop in place.

“look at you,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours, lips brushing your cheek. “you took it all.”

he lifted himself just enough to trail a hand down your soft, sweat-slick stomach. his palm splayed wide across the curve, warm and gentle, his thumb brushing the faint stretch marks with reverence. he watched the way your stomach rose and fell under his touch, your breath still shallow, uneven.

“you feel that?” he whispered. “how full you are?”

you let out a breathless whimper, and he groaned low against your ear.

“with how much i filled you up, baby,” he rasped, voice full of pride and hunger and love, “you’re gonna be pregnant again in no time.”

his hips rolled forward slowly — just a little — and you gasped, your body instinctively trying to clamp down around him again despite the overstimulation.

“gonna get to see you like that all over again,” he breathed, kissing down your jawline. “all round and glowing. tits heavy. belly soft and full of our baby. fuck, you were already perfect, and then you went and gave me a son. and i didn’t think i could love you more, but i did.”

he kissed you — deeply, slowly, like a man who had nowhere else to be.

you moaned into his mouth, and tears prickled behind your eyes — not from pain, not even from pleasure — but from the way he held you, like you were sacred. his.

he pulled back and looked down at you, eyes still hazy with lust but now softened at the edges. his thumb brushed the damp hair off your forehead. “hey,” he murmured. “you okay?”

you nodded, voice shaky. “mm-hmm… just—feel so full.”

he chuckled, low and tender. “yeah, you are. i made sure of that.”

you laughed faintly, and he kissed your forehead before gently, gently easing himself out of you.

you whimpered at the emptiness, the slow leak of his cum slipping out between your thighs.

bokuto caught it — cupping your pussy with his palm as he reached for your thigh with the other hand, coaxing them closed. “not wasting a single drop,” he muttered. “need you to keep it in for me.”

then — slow, careful, loving — he shifted you into his arms and picked you up off the floor like you weighed nothing.

you whimpered softly, nuzzling into his chest, dazed and raw and utterly spent. but his grip was steady. protective. sure. bokuto held you like you were the most precious thing in the world — and to him, you were.

his voice rumbled low as he kissed your hair, “let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl.”

he walked you to the bathroom, one arm under your thighs, the other wrapped securely around your back. the lights were low, casting everything in warm gold — just enough to see the tenderness in his eyes.

he gently set you down on the bathroom counter, making sure you were stable before brushing your hair behind your ears.

“stay here for me, yeah?” he said softly, thumb stroking your cheek. “just a second.”

you nodded weakly, legs still trembling from how thoroughly he’d ruined you.

he turned to the tub, opening the faucet with a practiced hand, testing the water until it was the perfect warm. then he poured in your favorite bath soak — the one you always kept in the back of the cabinet, the one you only used on nights you really needed comfort.

he added a few drops of oil, swirled the water until it clouded and steamed with calming lavender and vanilla. the scent filled the air instantly.

you watched him from the mirror — broad back, tousled hair, strong hands moving with such care. it made something flutter in your chest.

he glanced at you, eyes softening. “almost ready.”

once the tub was full, he turned back to you, stepping between your thighs. his hands cradled your hips, and he kissed your forehead before trailing his lips down your cheek.

“you did so good tonight,” he whispered, voice thick with love. “i know i was a little much… but fuck, i just couldn’t help myself. you’re too perfect.”

you leaned into him, letting his warmth soothe the ache between your thighs.

he helped you down gently, one hand holding yours, the other steady at your back as he guided you into the bath. the water welcomed you like a hug.

bokuto knelt beside the tub, his palm warm and grounding as it slid down your arm. “gonna wash your hair, okay?” he murmured. “then your back… and everything else.”

you gave a small, sleepy hum, melting further into the fragrant warmth of the bath. the soft scent of lavender curled in the steam, your skin flushed from heat and afterglow. your muscles were spent, your thighs sore, your pussy still tender from how many times he’d pulled you apart — but your heart felt light. your body was still trembling with the memory of him, but wrapped in peace.

you heard the water shift again — not from your own movement, but from his.

you opened your eyes just in time to see bokuto stand, fully naked, thick thighs flexing, bare chest flushed and glistening with sweat. his cock hung heavy between his legs, still spent but twitching faintly at the sight of you in the water — your body soft, glowing, marked up from head to toe with his kisses, his grip, his love.

“you didn’t think i was gonna let you bathe alone, did you?” he grinned, stepping into the tub behind you. “not after i ruined you like that.”

bokuto slid into the bath behind you, his broad frame easing into the water with practiced care. his strong thighs bracketing yours beneath the surface, his chest flush to your back, skin to skin. the bathwater sloshed softly around you both, the scent of lavender and vanilla blooming thick in the air, curling like a lullaby in the rising steam.

he exhaled deeply, his arms immediately wrapping around your middle, palms spreading wide across your soft belly like a promise.

you let yourself melt into him.

“mmm… you okay?” he asked, voice soft and gruff against your ear, his lips brushing your damp skin.

you nodded, barely able to respond. your limbs felt heavy from release after release. your pussy still throbbed — used and full. your breasts ached from how often he’d touched and worshipped them. your voice was wrecked from the way he’d made you scream. but despite it all, your chest was light. your body was warm. you were loved.

“you’re amazing,” bokuto murmured again as if reading your thoughts, his hands stroking up your sides. “i mean it. i could hold you like this forever.”

you smiled softly, cheek pressing to his shoulder.

he kissed your temple, then reached for the washcloth, dipping it into the water and wringing it out with gentle fingers. when he brought it to your skin, the warmth made you shiver.

he started at your collarbone, working slowly downward — your chest, between your breasts, under them. his palm lifted the weight of one, then the other, fingers gentle as he cleaned them carefully. your nipples, still sensitive, stiffened instantly, and you gasped lightly.

“sorry,” he whispered, not sounding sorry at all. “just love how soft you are.”

his cloth slid lower, over your belly, tracing the stretch marks with such care it made your throat tighten. you didn’t need to look to know he was staring — the way he always did — like you were art. like every mark on your skin was something sacred.

his voice dropped again. “i love your body so much, you know that?”

you nodded, not trusting your voice.

and then his hand dipped between your thighs, parting them under the water. you tensed at first, a small gasp catching in your throat, but he didn’t rush. he took his time, sweeping between your folds, careful around the raw ache that lingered from how deeply he’d claimed you.

his fingers brushed against the oversensitive bundle of nerves and your hips jerked. “kou…”

he immediately stopped. “too much?”

you shook your head quickly — then surprised even yourself with the next words that left your lips.

“…can you…” you hesitated, voice barely a whisper, “can you finger me again?”

bokuto blinked, as if trying to decide whether he heard you right. his grip around your waist tightened slightly, chest rising behind you.

“you want me to?” he asked, low and careful. “after everything?”

you swallowed. “i just want to feel you again. like that. just once more. please.”

he didn’t answer with words at first. just pressed a long, slow kiss to your neck, a soft groan humming through his chest.

“you don’t have to ask me twice, baby,” he whispered, one hand sliding lower beneath the water again. “but we go slow, okay? real slow. i’ll stop if it’s too much.”

you nodded.

and then you felt it — the subtle stretch as one thick finger slid into you, slow and unhurried. the water around you rippled, your hips rising slightly despite yourself.

you gasped — body trembling under the slow, careful press of his fingers inside you. you were still so sensitive, still pulsing with the aftershocks of everything he'd already given you. every inch of you felt flushed, open, raw in the best way. the bathwater lapped softly around your bodies, steam curling over your skin as the scent of lavender lingered thick in the air.

his fingers stretched you gently, curling slow and deep inside, and it was almost too much — too intimate, too tender, too good.

“still so warm,” bokuto murmured into your neck, his breath making your skin prickle. “still so wet for me.”

and then one of his hands slid upward — over the swell of your stomach, across the curve of your chest — before cupping one heavy breast in his palm. he groaned softly at the feel of it, like he still couldn’t believe you were real. how soft. how full. how his.

his thumb brushed lightly over your nipple, and you arched, breath hitching.

“fuck,” you whispered, voice breaking.

bokuto smiled against your jaw. “i know, baby. you're so sensitive right now, aren't you?”

he pinched your nipple gently between his fingers — not enough to hurt, but just enough to make you jolt. the dual sensation — his fingers stretching your pussy while his other hand teased your chest — left you whining, breath coming in shallow gasps.

“kou—” your voice cracked again, hips rolling instinctively toward his hand, searching for more, for deeper, for everything.

“yeah?” he coaxed, nuzzling into your shoulder. “what is it, pretty girl? too much?”

you shook your head — or tried to — as your fingers gripped his thighs under the water. “n-no. i… i need it.”

his breath caught, his rhythm stuttering for just a beat.

“then let me take care of you,” he said, voice low and reverent. “let me make you feel everything.”

his thumb rolled over your nipple again, slow and purposeful, and his fingers inside you pressed deeper — hitting just the right spot, right where you ached, again and again. your body was squirming in his lap now, overwhelmed by sensation, trembling from overstimulation and how deeply he knew you.

his mouth found the shell of your ear.

“you’re so fucking perfect like this,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “soft and sensitive and all mine.”

his fingers curled deeper inside you, and then his pace began to pick up — still gentle, but more deliberate now, like he knew exactly what you needed, what your body was begging for even before you could ask.

his thumb never left your nipple, rubbing it in slow, steady circles as your chest heaved, your moans spilling out freely now.

the pressure built fast, heat blooming low in your belly as the wet sound of his fingers moving inside you filled the bathroom, layered with your whimpers and the soft splash of water. the rhythm was hypnotic — the pulse of pleasure spiraling up your spine with every stroke, every squeeze, every word murmured into your skin.

“you’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?” he murmured, nosing along your neck. “even after everything. fuck, baby… look at you.”

your body tensed, your back arched, and your head dropped back fully onto his shoulder.

“kou—i—” your voice caught as the wave overtook you.

and then you shattered.

your body convulsed in the water, pleasure crashing through you in long, slow pulses that dragged a sob from your throat. your walls clenched around his fingers, your thighs trembling against his, your hand gripping his arm like a lifeline.

bokuto held you through it, murmuring praise against your skin — soft, breathless things like “that’s it,” and “so good for me,” and “i’ve got you, baby, i’ve got you.”

he slowed his hand gradually, easing you through the high, never rushing, never letting go.

when your breathing finally steadied, when your body sagged back against his chest, spent and heavy, he kissed your cheek and held you tighter.

“still with me?” he whispered, voice thick with warmth.

you nodded weakly, your breath still shallow, your body limp and trembling in his arms. every inch of you ached in that blissful, used way — soft and sore and full of him.

bokuto kissed your temple, slow and lingering, and murmured, “good girl.”

he shifted slightly behind you, never letting go, and reached again for the cloth he’d set aside earlier. the water had grown cooler now, but his touch was still warm — always warm.

“let me clean you up again,” he said softly, more to himself than to you. “you did so good, baby.”

he dipped the cloth into the water, wrung it out, and gently parted your legs again beneath the surface. this time, there was no teasing, no pressure — just quiet reverence in the way he moved. his hand was firm but careful, wiping away the slick, the stickiness, and the mess he’d made of you.

you whimpered softly at the contact — your body still tender, your thighs twitching reflexively with every slow pass of the cloth between your folds.

“i know, i know,” he soothed, his free hand holding your thigh steady under the water. “you’re sensitive. just one more second, pretty girl.”

he was meticulous. thorough. he cleaned every trace of your shared high with that same unhurried love — the kind that never demanded, never took, only gave. he rinsed the cloth and went again, brushing over your skin, careful around the curve of your belly, the inner crease of your thigh, and the backs of your knees.

you were pliant in his arms now, your head tucked into the crook of his neck, barely moving except for the slow rise and fall of your chest.

once he was sure you were clean, he tossed the cloth to the edge of the tub and wrapped his arms back around you, holding you close again, skin to skin, his lips grazing your shoulder in a kiss that lingered.

“all clean,” he whispered. “all mine.”

the bathwater had cooled, the steam fading from the mirror, but his hands never stopped being warm. never stopped holding you like you were something sacred.

you stayed against him a moment longer, your head on his shoulder, heart beating steady in his chest. there was no rush. not with him. bokuto always made time stretch for you, made quiet feel like love.

when you finally nodded, wordlessly telling him you were ready to get out, he moved first — careful not to jostle you as he stood. he grabbed the softest towel you owned, the big one you both shared sometimes, and opened it wide.

he helped you to your feet like he was lifting something breakable. he didn’t just hold the towel out for you — he wrapped it around you himself, tucking it around your chest before bringing you close, enveloping you in his body again.

his nose nuzzled your temple. “c’mere, baby. let me take care of you.”

he carried you out of the bathroom like you weighed nothing, like you weren’t still trembling from everything he’d given you — like you weren’t the heaviest thing in his heart.

he set you on the edge of the bed, crouching in front of you. “stay here. i’ll get everything ready.”

you watched as he padded across the room — still naked, still damp, but moving with the unshakable intent of a man on a mission.

he returned with your favorite lotion, a fresh pair of soft cotton clothes, and another towel. then, without a word, he knelt in front of you again, gently patting your arms and shoulders dry.

“you always take care of everyone else,” he murmured. “let me do this for you.”

he rubbed the towel over your legs, your back, careful not to tug or rush. his fingers worked with intention — not just drying you, but loving you in every pass.

and then he opened the bottle of lotion and warmed some between his hands.

he started at your shoulders, massaging slow, soft circles into your skin. you sighed at the first touch — already more relaxed than you’d realized.

his hands glided down your arms, around your elbows, to your wrists and fingers. “still with me?” he asked softly.

you nodded.

when he moved lower, to your chest and belly, he didn’t just pass over them. he lingered — fingertips pressing gently into your softest places, reverent, unhurried.

his thumbs traced the stretch marks that curved along your sides and lower abdomen. the marks you'd once resented, once tried to hide.

he didn’t hide them. he touched them like they were beautiful.

“these,” he whispered, fingers brushing over one gently, “remind me of what your body’s done. what it’s given us.”

he leaned forward and kissed just above your belly button.

“you’re still the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

your throat tightened. “kou…”

he looked up, eyes shining with so much softness it nearly undid you. “you think i don’t notice how hard you are on yourself? how sometimes you avoid the mirror? baby, don’t. don’t you dare. not when i look at you and see the woman i married. the woman who made me a father. the love of my life. you’re everything.”

his voice cracked a little — just a fraction — and your chest clenched.

he moved lower again, smoothing the lotion across your thighs and calves, his palms broad and soothing. when he reached the stretch marks along your hips, he took his time, rubbing them in slow, circular motions, whispering praise between kisses he pressed gently against them.

you let out a shaky breath.

then — like it was second nature — he reached for the clothes he’d laid out.

“arms up, pretty girl.”

you obeyed without thinking, trusting him. he slipped the soft tank top over your head, pulled it down gently, smoothing it over your stomach like he was tucking in love itself. then came your shorts — he knelt again, guiding your legs one at a time, pulling the fabric up over your hips with so much care.

once you were dressed, his hands lingered at your waist. his thumbs stroked the skin just beneath the hem of your top, then he pressed his forehead to your belly and stayed there, breathing you in.

you let your fingers card through his damp hair.

he looked up slowly, his eyes soft and steady.

“i love every part of you,” he whispered, voice barely audible over your breathing. “every change. every curve. every scar. every stretch mark. i loved you before. i love you now. i’ll love you through everything that’s still to come.”

your heart clenched at the weight of it — not heavy, but grounding. solid. the kind of love that never asked you to shrink, only to exist as you are. the kind that looked at you and saw home.

bokuto finally pulled back, kissed the space just above your heart one last time, then stood to pull on his pajama pants — low-slung on his hips, the waistband still damp from his skin. he didn’t bother with a shirt. he rarely did. and tonight, in the dim golden light of the room, with the scent of lotion still clinging to your skin, you were grateful for the view.

he returned to your side immediately, taking your hand as if it was a reflex. “bedtime, pretty girl,” he said with a sleepy grin, tugging you toward the pillows.

you let him guide you down, your body too relaxed and content to do anything but lean into him. as soon as you were under the covers, he was on you — not with hunger this time, but with an explosion of affection.

“mmwah! mmwah! mmwah!” he planted kisses all over your face — your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw, even the tip of your nose — with exaggerated little sounds for each one.

you laughed, trying to squirm away. “kou! i just got clean!”

“you’re my wife!” he declared proudly, grinning as he peppered your temple with more. “my perfect, beautiful wife! i can kiss you as much as i want!”

“not if i drown in your spit.”

he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “you wound me.”

but the way he was smiling — eyes crinkling, dimples out, full of warmth — you knew he was exactly where he wanted to be. the soft, affectionate post-aftercare bokuto was replaced now by the one you fell in love with — boisterous, a little ridiculous, and entirely yours.

he flopped beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist again, curling in like he never wanted to leave your side.

“you think they noticed we didn’t show up?” you asked quietly, snuggling deeper into him.

he snorted. “baby, they definitely noticed. hinata probably texted. sakusa’s probably relieved. and atsumu’s definitely making up stories.”

“kou,” you groaned, burying your face into his chest again.

he laughed, fingers tracing slow circles against the soft stretch of your lower back. “let ‘em talk. i got my pretty girl in my arms and nothing else matters.”

“we probably looked really dressed up,” you mumbled. “and then we disappeared.”

bokuto gave a low, amused hum, then nuzzled into your hair. “to be fair, i was a lost cause the moment you walked out in that dress. i was trying to behave, but then you turned around and i saw your back—those stretch marks, your skin, the ribbon? fuck, babe. i blacked out.”

you laughed again, swatting his chest lightly, but he only caught your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle.

a beat of silence passed, full of contentment.

then bokuto sighed — soft, warm, and honest — and tucked his chin over your head.

“we should sleep,” he mumbled. “we gotta pick up our little guy tomorrow.”

you smiled, the thought of your son blooming in your chest like something sunlit and steady.

“he’s probably worn grandma out.”

“she’ll survive,” bokuto teased. “but we won’t if we show up sleep-deprived and looking freshly wrecked.”

you laughed again, sleep tugging at your limbs.

he adjusted the blanket over you both, arm still around your middle, one hand lazily stroking your stomach beneath your shirt. every touch was gentler now — no rush, no pressure. just love. thick and lingering in the silence.

“i missed this,” he whispered after a pause.

“what?” you asked sleepily.

“you. us. not just the sex — but the way it feels after. like the world got quiet again.”

you smiled into his chest. “i missed it too.”

“then let’s never wait this long again,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “deal?”

you nodded, eyelids heavy, heart full.

and with his warmth wrapped around you, with soft kisses still ghosting over your skin, you finally let yourself fall asleep — loved, safe, and completely at home.

[dwaekkicidal]

What is stray kids favorite position to have sex? What do you think? This been on my mind for while

the way I was actually thinking about this a few days ago LOL hope you enjoy <3

OT8's Favorite Positions (Rough+Soft Ver)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: gender neutral, not pure smut but mentions of specific situations, Seungmin and Jeongin are mean in their 'rough' parts, switch mentions in Felix's part

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: these were SUPPOSED be short but i got a little carried away.. lol. also very poorly proofread cause I'm having sleep issues atm, once I sleep at least a few hours I'll come back to proof read (and probably tweak some things)

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗

Rough

If he's fucking you during his Daddy/dom moments, a nice downward dog (flat doggy basically). As long as he can tower over you and fuck you until you remember your place, he's happy! Specifically downward dog because he can use those muscles he's been working so hard on to hold you down against the bed and be rough with his thrusts, all while not adding any extra strain to either of you. Runs his hands roughly up and down your back, leaving smacks to your ass before squeezing it right after. If he's in a particularly rough mood, will grab a handful of your hair to pull at and guide you.

Soft

I think he would be a big missionary person when he's making love to you. Likes to be able to see your face and leave kisses all over your frontside while he fucks you. Even more so if he's extra moody/sappy, so he can sloooowly fuck into you and keep his thick lips locked with yours, hands caressing up and down your body as he whispers all sorts of sugar coated praises to you. "You're doing so well for me." "God, I love you so much. You're fucking perfect."

𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠

Rough

Good ol' doggy style for because he loooves the control it gives him over you >.< Has a hand between your shoulder blades (or on your lower back) to hold you down, all while his other hand holds your hip to pull you against him (or to land slaps to your ass cheeks). Even better for days he wants to be mean or is just lazy; instead of doing the work he can just make you fuck yourself against him while he degrades you and lands smacks to your ass. Calls you a greedy slut for needing him in your hole so bad and smirks when you clench harder and moan into the sheets

Soft

Also doggy because he can lean over you, controlling the pace to be slower or softer while his chest is pressed to your back. Will slide one of his hands against your stomach in order to hold you against him so he can leave kisses to your cheeks, behind your ear, and against your neck.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗

Rough

I think he'd love carrying you while fucking up into you. I discovered the name for the one I had in mind being: 'Aquaman's Delight' or 'H2Ohh Yeah' I absolutely hate the names but it's when you're facing him and he's holding you up, your legs off the floor and resting against his inner elbow. Loves it because he gets to show off how strong his is to you while simultaneously being able to bury deep when he lifts you, then drops you onto his dick. This position also allows you both to be intimate when necessary, loving gazes and messy kisses being exchanged as he fucks you against him like his own personal fleshlight

Soft

Big fan of face off (face to face & upright riding) for when he wants to be extra intimate. Will take advantage of the closeness this position allows. Holds you tightly against him as he fucks up into you, and will keep your lips locked against his as much as you allow him to. When you aren't kissing, his face is shoved into your neck as he moans against the skin there, placing kisses when he's not busy being distracted with how well you take him (mr. can't do 2 things at once)

𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗

Rough

Likes taking you from the back; likes to bend you over every surface he can think of so he can watch your ass jiggle from his hips slamming against it. Likes it also because he can trap your hands against the flat of your back with one of his big hands OR can pull your hands back towards him and use it as leverage to fuck into you even harder than he was before. Def grabs handfuls of your ass any chance he gets. I could see him preferring to finish on your ass so he can watch his dick paint your ass cheeks like he does with his canvases. Some dirty talk here and there like "Yeah? 'M in your guts? But baby.... that's just. how. you. like. it." and thrusts between the last syllables

Soft

Any position he can be embrace you with, but specifically can see him being an (open legged) spoon lover. Something about holding you as close to him as physically possible while still being able to rut/grind his hips against yours nicely. Bonus points for open legged because it gives him easier access to play between your legs. The intimacy goes CRAAZY, his hands holding you in place while he fucks into you nice and slow. Def leaves wet kisses and hickies all over your neck. Only downside is when he strains his (and your) neck when he wants your lips on his. But when his hands are all over you like this, how can you say no to those pillowy lips? >.<

𝙷𝚊𝚗

Rough

A "Pretzel Dip" enjoyer. This is when you're laid on your back and he's straddling one of your legs as he holds the other up to his chest. Goes nice and deep like this, and can fuck into you roughly while still getting to see your face scrunch up. Uses it to his advantage if you try to hide your face from him or try to muffle your moans, will grab your wrists and use his grip on them to pull you into him as he thrusts forward roughly. It completely stops you from hiding from him and gives him the chance to see your mouth part and spill the prettiest whines at how deep he hits.

Soft

I had to google the name for this lol Likes rocking horse: kind of hard to explain but it's when he's sat with spread legs and you sit facing him, your legs spread and slotted on each side of him. Likes it because it lets you both stare into each other and grind your hips against each other at whatever pace feels good at the time. Some days it can be just messy, desperate grinding while others can be slow hip thrusts from both of you. This position also allows him to embrace when he wants you close. Will make out with you any chance he gets when he's not moaning and groaning.

𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡

Rough

Basic bitch 69 enjoyer. Allows both sides to push for/give up control before any penetration takes place. If you like the back and forth, he'll be on the bottom and roughly rut his hips into your mouth while you grind down into him. Or if you want to avoid the fight, he'll immediately concede and let you ride his face until you're satisfied OR he'll take control and grab a handful of your hair, using it as leverage to control your head movements. Will land a playful slap or two to your ass, but loves squeezing/massaging the flesh there more than anything.

Soft

Another name I had to google lol Perch/Seated rear entry Specifically for moments when he's gaming. If he knows he won't be finished soon and you're too needy, he'll shove his shorts and underwear down and make you sit on his dick facing forward so you can keep yourself entertained. Mainly uses it for cock warming, but won't complain if you grind yourself down onto him or start riding him.

𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚒𝚗

Rough

Another doggy lover, BUT I'm gonna say cowgirl not only for the sake of not repeating so much, but also because he likes be a little mean with it. It lets him boss you around when you've given him full control (and lets him smack you around when you aren't going fast enough for his liking). He can lay back and smile at you all cockily while you ride his dick desperately, and depending on what your limits are he'll spew mean comments here and there. He's a little shit™ so I can see him smacking your ass to watch your hips slow and stutter, then have the audacity to go, "What are you slowing down for? I never said we were done."

Soft

When his in softer moods, another face off enjoyer: it allows him to hold you close and thrust himself up into you whenever you start getting tired. If his lips aren't against yours, then your foreheads are resting against each other so he can watch you melt into a puddle for him up close. His hands roam all over your thighs before going up to your hips then finally resting on your waist as he hugs you there and pulls you closer

𝙸.𝙽

Rough

Seashell!!! This is the name for when he has you folded, back against the bed and ankles by his head while he leans onto you, albeit this position does eventually hurt depending on your flexibility. (this is also the position used in the teasing fic I wrote for him) Sorry not sorry but still on my big dick!Jeongin agenda. This position lets him go deeeep.. so he always takes advantage of it to bully into you as much as possible. Makes him feel all dominant when you can't form sentences properly and basically drool while looking up at him so helplessly. Little shit™ #2 and will laugh in your face when you start crying from how deep he is. If it's within your limits, and will definitely mock you and tease about, "I thought you said you can take it? Why are you suddenly babbling like you have no brain?" and "Are you that cock dumb already? We just started haha." Straight up laughs at you & doesn't shut up

Soft

When he wants to be softer, missionary (aka still seashell but without the muscle strain). It allows him to be close to you, placing soft kisses all over your face while he fucks into you. Also does not shut up here, and will whisper chants of "Jagiya" against your neck as he sucks hickies there. If/When he praises you, I think he'd still be a little mean about it; "Fuck, Jagiya... Finally taking me without crying about it" teasingly and chuckles. Also a "You're doing so well for me. Keep squeezing me, Jagi. Yeahhh... just like that.."

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[pythonmoth]

cw: post-traumatic stress disorder. simon is a veteran. simon has a prosthetic leg. one talking snake. fluff. brief mentions of war. author likes Nickelback, so it will fit here one way or another.

Simon Riley x f!Reader.

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Never Gonna Be Alone

The next time Simon sees you, he makes a fool of himself.

Tommy convinced him to buy speakers, because his phone can only do so much. They're supposed to be the best, better quality or something. He wasn't sure he believed that, but he can't connect them so that's already looking grim for him.

Riley's staring at him from the couch in the living room, belly up, and Simon's trying his best to set it all up. Really, its ridiculous. He can shoot guns, blow up in pieces and survive, but he can't set the stupid speakers.

He probably should've checked the instructions, but they're inside the box in the kitchen and he's not going to move, and Riley's nearly falling asleep so he won't disturb his daemon either.

Anyway.

It takes him ten minutes to hear a dinging sound from them.

"Right. Okay, buddy, I think I got it. Let me see if it works..." he mumbles, sitting next to Riley, and finally connecting his phone.

He didn't check the volume, because of course he didn't, so when the song starts it's too late.

Fucking Burn it the Ground by Nickelback blasts through the speakers, at 8am on a bloody Sunday. It makes him flinch so hard he drops his phone.

Riley whines, howling at him to turn it off but Simon is too busy being embarrassed and, instead of taking his phone back like a normal person would, he dives for the speakers.

Ouch, Riley sends through their bond. Simon can feel Riley's pain in his own ears.

Finally, he manages to find the button and turns them off. Face heated, he smacks his forehead with his palm. "If they didn't hate us, they surely do now. Sorry, Riley".

He reaches out to scratch under his daemon's muzzle. Riley's eyes are annoyed, but their bond is filled with fondness.

"Good doggy" Simon teases, flicking Riley's fluffy ears. "Now play dead".

His daemon chomps down on his hand at the teasing.

A knock interrupts their little bonding moment. Instantly, Riley's ears are up, tail swaying, and Simon already has an idea of who might be behind the door.

When he turns the handle, he sees you. He's momentarily stunned by the beautiful snake that's resting on your shoulders, her dark scales glistening with the morning sun, and... there's a big wet spot on your hoodie.

"Hi. You guys are loud" Viper hisses lowly, sliding down your arm until she's hovering over Riley's head, making the dog's tail sway faster. The snake grins, all fangs.

"I apologize, Viper" Simon chuckles, his amusement evident. The way your lips purse when you realize he caught your daemon's name the other day, is just adorable. "Good morning".

"Er... morning. Listen, I enjoy good music as much as everyone, but not at eight in the morning, please?" you grumble, blinking at him. The dark circles under your eyes are much bigger and darker this time. "Also, you owe me a coffee. And another hour of sleep".

Simon can't even feel embarrassed, because Riley's filling their bond with play, pretty, play, pretty. Maybe it's Simon sending the pretty part. Who cares. Simon tries to send a calming tug anyway, but Riley's not paying attention to him, fully focused on you and your daemon.

When you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak, he clears his throat. "I'm so sorry. I was checking these new speakers and I... didn't know how to make them work".

"You don't talk? It's okay if you don't talk" he hears Viper hiss softly towards Riley, now down on your leg and moving closer to his daemon.

"You need help with those? I'm already awake after all" you smile. It's easy to see you're teasing, but Simon's so overwhelmed by Riley's emotions filling their bond that he nearly chokes on them, and he can't think.

"I've... I've already made them work" he manages, waving a dismissive hand at your offer. "It's alright. I'll make sure not to disturb you again".

He sees you falter, but you give him a nod, a small smile on your lips.

Ugh, Riley tugs on their bond, yuck. Or is it Simon? He's not sure.

"I wanna play. Can we stay a bit?" Viper hisses, and Simon's eyes lock with Viper. You're definitely feeling shy, if Viper's tail coiling around your ankle tells him anything.

"Viper, I'm not sure if they—" you start, flustered, but she interrupts you.

"Please?" Viper insists, looking at him. "I won't ask about your leg again, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad".

Simon hears you yelp, your eyes wide as you stare at your daemon. Riley whines softly, instantly moving to sniff and nuzzle on Viper's head, trying to sooth her.

Simon suddenly understands the way you keep shifting from foot to foot, why you can't seem to meet his eyes properly.

Viper looks shocked at the sudden affection, but Simon can tell she's pleased. You, however, can't look away from Riley, your lips parted in surprise.

It takes you a moment, but you manage to turn to Simon. He knows. He definitely know what you're feeling.

"She's... we're both sorry about the other day. I don't stop her from asking things, but it wasn't our place to question anything like that, and it was wrong" you mumble, your hand rubbing your left arm. Shy. Shut off.

Gods, he's fucked. He's so fucked.

"It's okay to be curious. We're not upset at all, truly" Simon reassures you both. Riley growls lowly in agreement, stepping back from Viper. Simon, too, opens the door properly, giving you space. "I don't drink coffee, but... how about tea?"

The soft smile you give him is enough for him to fully admit it is him calling you pretty.

"A bomb?" Viper hisses, currently curled around Riley's middle. She's truly a nosy, clingy thing. "Didn't it hurt?"

Simon can't help but smile when you grunt, clearly embarrassed by her curiosity. "Oh yeah. It hurt a lot. We're fine now".

He's not going to mention it hurts from time to time. He can't worry the pretty snake's head like that. The doctor said it was trauma and not real, anyway. With a low growl, Riley stands up carefully so Viper doesn't fall off of him and takes her outside, no doubt to show her the pond.

That leaves the two of you alone.

"How are you liking the neighborhood, Simon? You're a celebrity around here already" you tease him with a smile, nursing your tea carefully.

He can only scoff. "A celebrity? They're scared of me. But... I like it here. They're not half bad and Riley has space, so that's perfect".

"You know the bad image people have of veterans. It's not right, but it's hard to make them understand you're not gonna kill them in their sleep" you mumble, shaking your head.

Simon nods, fully aware of it. He's also too young to be a veteran in people's eyes, so that's another thing they probably don't understand. He doesn't mind, not really. They haven't bothered him or Riley, so he doesn't truly care.

"You seem okay with having a crazy veteran as your neighbor" Simon mentions, his eyes twinkling.

"Please, if you have turtles in your backyard, how bad can you be?" you say, grinning.

That's all he needed to know.

He guides you to the backyard, showing you what he did with it, tells you how he transported his fish and how he fixed it so the turtles couldn't escape the pond again. He's not even looking at you as he speaks, pointing at his fish, excited to be heard.

Not even half an hour later, you know it all about his fish, what they eat and their favorite temperature. He tells you the carp was supposed to be food, he tells you about the little alligator gar that didn't make it past two years.

He even tells you their names, not that he expects you to remember them all.

He just couldn't stop talking, not when you kept asking and asking, looking so interested.

"Okay. So the little one I had in my backyard is... Lucy?" you ask him again, sitting cross-legged in front of the pond.

"Yeah. The green one" he nods, pointing at the little troublemaker.

Both of you turn at the same time when there's a small splash on the pond. Riley's jumped in, Viper wrapped around his neck as he swims along with the fish. Her giggles make them both grin.

It's not uncommon for daemons to touch each other, but they're usually reserved about it, even shy at first. It's mostly between family, or very close friends, including partners. Probably not your neighbors.

Humans can feel what their daemon feels: touches, licks, nuzzles, scratching, but it's muffled, as if they were touched over their clothes. But daemon's are very sensitive to their humans' emotions, and are completely unreserved about it.

If they like you, or if they can't stand the sight of you, they will let you know.

Unlike humans, who like pretending and learn to mask their emotions so there's no vulnerability, daemons are true to themselves. That's why there are humans who train their daemons to "behave". Like animals, like pets.

Simon, however, is very pleased to see how shameless Riley and Viper are. It tells him you're not one to control Viper on her emotions, and he likes that, because he's the same.

It's hard, sometimes. He might be embarrassed when he tries to mask his happiness for whatever stupid reason, and Riley is next to him swaying his tail, or even when he tried pretending to be okay in front of his brother, and Riley was a ball of sadness next to him.

Hiding his crushes in high school was not easy, especially not with how chatty Riley used to be.

"He told me your hair is pretty. Did he tell you he made you a playlist? We can go out. Want to go play?"

That hasn't really changed, it seems.

"They seem to get along" you hum, leaning back on your hands as you relax, your smile radiant.

"They do" he says, meeting your eyes for a long moment. You just stare back, your expression calm.

Feeling a tug on their bonds, Riley and Viper turn to see you both, but when they realize you're lost in your little world, they both roll their eyes and keep on swimming. Riley's very careful not to move too harshly, and Viper's careful not to squeeze too much.

Finally, Simon breaks the comfortable silence, keeping his voice low. "Are you hungry? I can cook something, if you'd like".

"I'll help you" you nod, your eyes twinkling so much he has to look away for a moment.

"Very well. Lets leave them—"

And then your phone rings.

"I'm so sorry. It's from work. Just give me a moment" you grunt, looking grim.

Simon listens to you speak quickly in a language he doesn't understand, but then you turn back to him, and he knows you're not staying.

"I have to go" you confirm. He nods, standing up and holding out his hand for you. You give him an apologetic smile as you take it, standing up. "I work from home, but they need me to do it quickly. Next time, I'll tell you what I do for a living".

Next time. He likes that.

"Viper, come on" you call out, getting closer to the two daemons in the pond. He watches as you stick out your hand, very careful not to touch Riley as he gets closer, and Viper slides over your arm.

Riley's eyes are on you, and Simon wants to crawl into the tiniest cave and die, because what the fuck?

You grin at Riley and your hand twitches, as if you were ready to touch him, and Simon's sure he's going to fucking faint. But then you're taking a step back and Riley follows quickly, making sure not to get water on you when he shakes the water off.

Simon pretends his face isn't burning as he guides you to the front door.

"Can we come tomorrow?" Viper hisses, her shiny head on top of yours. "Please?"

Once again, you don't correct her, and Simon wants to eat his fist.

"Of course. Any time" he answers, his smile gentle.

When you two leave, Simon turns to Riley, who's now soaking the couch, his tail swaying softly, clearly content.

"You're fucked, buddy" Simon tells him, and Riley huffs, rolling his eyes.

Simon decides to hide his face in his daemon's fluff for the rest of the morning.

They're both fucked.

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

WELL, I wasn't sure I liked this update, but I've read it multiple times and I'm satisfied w it so that's fine. I love Riley and I love Viper. and, if you didn't notice, the title is also a Nickelback song.

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[mythicalmyles]

Joyride

Billy Loomis x Male!Reader(background Stu Macher x Male!Reader)

Noncon / kidnapping / Car Sex / Voyeurism / Exhibistionism

It was late, you could hear insects chirping away. The only interruption was the occasional call of a bird along with your footsteps. You turned around, closing your eyes as floodlights blared into your vision.

You had not long ago left Sydneys house, just checking up on her. She had confided in you about thinking that Billy really was responsible, apparently he had changed after the affair between their parents. Not that you could blame him, but killing people was too far. If it was all true.

You didn’t want to believe it, Billy seemed so nice. Stu would be crushed, you couldn’t imagine finding out your best friend had murdered your classmates and others in cold blood. You shook those thoughts from your head, looking at the car as it passed. You almost went white when you noticed Billy looking back at you, his face deadly serious.

Suddenly the car stopped and reversed, stopping next to you. You stood frozen as the door opened. “Heard a little birdie was in Sydney’s ear.” You backed up, his eyes looked black. He stalked towards you and suddenly grabbed you, you tried your best to fight him but failed.

You kicked and screamed but he dragged you into the car, his arm wrapping around your waist while his other clamped around your mouth. His fingers held your nose closed, you tried to hit and scratch at him. “Drive.” You shot your head to the side, Stu had a dirty smirk as he looked at you. You let out a muffled whimper.

You should have known they’d have done it together. It made so much more sense that there were two killers you should have been looking out for. “So Sydney knows.” Stu’s fingers turned white on the steering wheel as he gripped it, you could see his jaw clenching up.

You began fighting Billy with renewed vigour, you took a moment to notice your squirming had him hardening up. You let out a panicked sound as you froze. “Suppose we could have fun, before we gut him like a pig.” Billy sounded nothing like before, his voice dripped with psychotic glee. You felt yourself begin to shake in his hold, fear beginning to cloud your mind. “I’m going to take my hand off, scream and I’ll cut out your tongue.” You whimpered but nodded, intent on complying.

“Heres whats gonna happen.” You could hear his smirk as he spoke. “You’re gonna be a good little doggy for us.” His voice was raspy as he spoke lowly, lips pressing against your neck and sucking surprisingly gently on your neck. “And you might just live another day.” You held back a sob, shaking your head. “You can fight if you want, wont stop me. You're locked in a car with two men baby, ain’t a thing you can do.” Billy was smug, he had you completely trapped. You felt tears finally break over your waterline, wondering how the hell it had come to this.

Every bump had you jumping on his lap, his cock rubbing against you. You tried to pull his arm away from your waist, Billy chuckled. He sounded like he was at his limit, that terrified you now you knew what he was capable of. Instead of hurting you he yanked down your sweat pants, you flushed in embarrassment, wishing you had put on boxers earlier. Even if it would only buy you a minute.

You couldn’t believe it, one moment you were walking the next you were about to be raped going about 60 miles an hour. Billy wrapped himself around you, pulling one of your thighs away. He slide his middle finger into you causing you to hiss, it was too dry. “Spit.” You almost choked. “Wh-what?” Billy exhaled into your ear. “I said spit or I’ll fuck you dry. I don’t care.” You hated yourself, starting to build up spit. Billy watched as your saliva fell to your balls, missing your ass. Billy let out a laugh, eyes widening with glee. At least you tried. He thought before he spat onto your hole, relishing in the way you jumped and yelped.

Billy hadn’t thought this was how tonight would go, it was total chance he had planned on killing Sydney tonight and instead listened to your conversation. It was a happy accident in his eyes. He hadn’t fucked another guy before but the thought of your ass wrapping sweetly around his cock was enough to leave him throbbing. He could see Stu watching out the corner of his eye as he drove. “You can play with him when we get to the cabin.” Billy muttered, leaning back with you.

Never could you have thought Billy or Stu would do this to you, to anyone. You could feel his muscles pressing against your back, a reminder that he was stronger than you were. He was rough as he fingered you, only caring about stretching you enough to not rip you apart.

When you jolted and let out a moan he began fingering you quicker. He didn’t think he would get this turned on, but he could feel your nice fat ass pressing against his cock and it drove him insane. He wanted to bury deep into your ass. He wanted you to taste his cock as he impaled you.

He was just as rough as he bit into your neck, his teeth leaving behind indents in your skin. He licked up your blood, red staining his lips. Billy couldn’t help but groan, the taste of iron filling his mouth. You found yourself trembling in his hold, partially terrified with a small part of you starting to get hot. You tried to fight back against that feeling and focus on how much you hated them.

You barely had the room to draw a breath, Billy was wrapped around you and showed no signs of letting you go anytime soon.

You regretted ever leaving your house. Wishing desperately you could go back and tell yourself to stay. Instead here you were crammed onto Billy’s lap inside of Stu’s car. “Stu, please. You can’t go along with this.” You pleaded, desperately hoping he'd flip a switch and let you go. His laugh put a quick end to your delusion. “Not a fucking chance.” You tried desperately to hold back your tears and moans, Billy slipped another finger in and spread them apart. He was quick with his preparation, wanting to hurry and get his dick buried inside of you.

“I always thought you had a thing for Sydney. Should’ve known you two would plot against me.” He growled against your neck. You quickly shook your head. “Billy I-I swear we weren’t. We-we’re just worried about you.” Billy let out a dry laugh and yanked his fingers out of you, your cry out causing his cock to throb. He yanked your sweats further down your legs, hands grabbing your wrists and tugging them behind your back.

He easily kept your arms behind your back with one hand, using his free one to dip between your legs so he could unzip his pants. “Bet he moans like a whore for you, Billy.” Stu giggled out, swerving when he watched you for too long. “Oops.” He chuckled.

Billy finally freed his cock, it sprang between your thighs. He was much larger than you would have anticipated. He rubbed his cock against you, loving the way he forced you to fall apart under him. “B-Billy please, you ca-can stop now. I wont tell anyone i pro-promise.” You hiccuped out when he hooked his arm under your legs, lifted them up and pressing your thighs to your chest. “Ple-please!” You choked out, face scrunched up as you bared yourself for pain.

“I wanna see what other noises you make, what d’you think Stu? Think he’ll cry for me?” Worried eyes looked over to Stu, he had a large grin on his face and you could feel the car speeding up. “Bet he cries like a bitch.” You tried to hold back your groan of pain, you didn’t want to get him off anymore than he already was, when he began pushing his cock into you.

He let go of your arms in favour of spreading your legs open wide, you couldn’t even begin to feel shame at the fact you had your dick out in front of two of your friends. The car jolted and you screamed as Billy’s cock was forced deeper, finally breaking down into gasping sobs.

Billy held still once he finally had you seated back on his lap, cock nice and deep. He was practically gasping against your neck. He had always known an ass would be tighter but it almost had him blacking out. The car must’ve hit a stone as it jostled, causing Billy’s cock to ram into your prostate. You let out an inhuman sound, mouth ajar as you fell back against Billy’s shoulder while gasping. “Oh-fuck!” You moaned out, you had never had anything touch there before and it left your stomach summersaulting.

Billy dropped your legs, you let them fall wherever, far too overwhelmed to even think about fighting. “Fuck is he tight?” Stu sounded breathless, of course he had no issues watching his best friend commit rape. “Shit, yeah. God Stu, he’s squeezing me so tight.” The way they spoke about you left you shuddering. You wondered if driving was the only thing stopping Stu from pushing in beside Billy.

Billy’s hands dug into your hip, making you bounce on his cock. He let out a groan as he fell back against the seat. “Shit.. This was a good idea.” Any restraint he had had was suddenly gone, almost like something had taken over him.

You weren’t given much room to think. His cock rammed into your prostate, grinding against it with a precision that left you practically paralysed. All of it was so new to you, the feeling of being so stuffed you could hardly move, having something hit that one place that brought you to your knees. All of it was overwhelming and left you sobbing in Billy’s arms.

“Be a good boy and we’ll take real good care of you.” Billy whispered into your ear, suddenly burying deep and holding still. His hands snaked their way up under your shirt, his fingers circling your nipples. “A-ah, no.” You weakly spoke, hands trying to pull his away.

You felt him flex against your back. You could feel him sucking bruises into your neck. He paused for a second, the feeling of his breath burning the teeth marks that were scattered over the area. You tried really hard to ignore your weeping cock, it was almost impossible as it throbbed. “Say you’ll be a good boy for us.” Billy’s voice was low in your ear, causing you to shudder against him. “B-Billy please..” Was all you could choke out. “Not what i said darling.” You felt his fingers grab your nipples, rolling the bud between them. “I-I’ll be good!” You finally choked out. “Aw good boy.” Stu mocked, using a hand to rustle your hair.

You tried your best to glare at him, failing when Billy gave a particularly harsh thrust into you. You hated how good it felt, a burning heat scorching your stomach. “You fuh-fucking psychopaths.” You sobbed out, falling back onto Billy’s chest. Both Stu and Billy laughed at you. “This was a better idea. This is more fun.” Stu giggled into his wrist, adjusting himself in his seat. “Can’t wait for my turn.” You just shook your head, sobbing into Billy's neck.

“You’re pretty useless any way." Billy groaned into your ear. "We got a better use for you.” “N-no.” Was all you could say, brain sparking out when Billy began roughly fucking into you again. You latched onto the grab handle, half convinced you would rip it off. Stu sped up again, each bump sending you and Billy bouncing. You couldn’t deny the fact you were being fucked like this was a turn on, you could feel an orgasm building despite your neglected cock.

It didn’t take Billy long to send you over the edge, the feeling of him abusing your prostate left you openly sobbing and twitching. You came all over your own jumper, your body was loose against Billy. He had no issues hoisting up your legs, his muscles flexing against your thighs. He shoved your legs to your chest, his arms keeping you still as he fucked into you. The overstimulation left you vibrating and twisting in his grasp, completely overwhelmed with everything that had happened.

Billy couldn’t believe how good it felt to fuck you, the feeling of your tight ass gripping his cock was almost enough to leave him coming undone. Tonight had been a happy accident, you seemed like a nice enough guy. You were a bit of a pushover, Billy hadn’t really thought much about you until he had seen you in a tight pair of shorts during gym. The sight of your ass was almost enough to make him want to take you then and there.

You could feel Billy getting sloppier as he got closer to cuming, you couldn’t wait for it to be over. Finally he slammed you down onto his lap, burying his cock deep into you. You hated how weak you felt, adrenaline long since having ran out. You moaned out as his cum dripped out of you, you could feel it sliding down your ass and thighs.

You hoped he would finally pull out, instead he pulled you into his chest and kept you close. “U-uhm.” You choked out. Billy suddenly grabbed your jaw and forced you to turn your head towards him, he stared into your eyes. He took a moment before smashing his lips to yours, he tried licking his tongue against your lips to get you to open up. You refused to give him entry, the next thing you knew his hand had slid down from your jaw and wrapped around your throat.

Your mouth dropped open as your brain scrambled for air, Billy taking the advantage to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your body squirmed as you tried to pull away, tears welling in your eyes as your brain began to loose out on oxygen. Billy finally threw you back, smirking as you choked and gasped for air. He pulled you back into his chest, hugging you close as he whispered into your ear. “I think you’re better here.”

[marianasbored]

I'm so glad your requests are open omg. Can you make a NSFW alphabet for Gi Hun?? He gets so little attention in the fandom, it's so unfair :(

Ikr he deserves all the love :(

Ofc I’ll give you a Gi-hun nsfw alphabet !! :3

Note: Ive never done an nsfw alphabet before and im not rlly sure what im supposed to put for each letter or if I can just put whatever so im just gonna follow a template i found 😭

I apologize for any mistakes!! This is the most I’ve ever written 💔

Gi-hun NSFW alphabet !!

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A = Aftercare

•HE IS THE AFTERCARE KINGGG (ofc he is, you’re his baby after all)

•He won’t go/sleep unless hes cleaned you up already

•Gives you water + food if you haven’t eaten already

•Checks up on you and makes sure you’re okay :3

B = his fav Body part

•I am a firm believer he is an ass kind of guy

•Don’t get me wrong, he loves every part of you!!

•But there’s something abt your ass that he can’t get enough of

•It doesn’t matter if you got a big ass or a small one, he just can’t stop squeezing it!!

•He loves watching it bounce off his cock during sex, slapping itttt omg he just can’t get enough

C = Cum

•He hates when he isn’t cumming inside of you

•Obviously he won’t creampie you if you don’t want him to, but when you let him it’s like he falls in love with your pussy all over again

•He loves watching his cum drip out of your pussy just to shove his cock back in it so “you don’t waste his cum”

•He also loves cumming in his pretty girl’s mouth >.< . And he won’t admit it, but he loves watching it drip out from the corner of it.

D = Dirty secret

•His hidden folder in his phone is full to the brim of pics and videos of you

•obviously you gave him permission (so it’s not that big of a secret) to keep pics and vids of you but you don’t even realize when he’s filming half of the time

•And when you’re away he just looks in that folder if he misses you too much >.<

E = How experienced he is/is he experienced?

•Obviously he’s experienced!!

•This man was married and he’s almost 50 !!

•He definitely knows how to please a woman and I like to think he is amazinggggg at eating you out (like he’d do it for hours and leave you shaking)

F = Favorite position

•As much as he loves doggy, nothing beats missionary (when he’s being dominant). He loves seeing your pretty face scrunch up from pleasure and forcing you to make eye contact !! >.<

•But when he’s being subby he silently hopes you ride him till he’s shaking :3

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? Is he humorous? etc.)

•He’s a goofy guy so ofc you’re gonna have goofy sex sometimes !!

•but he also likes having hot and rough sex or slow and intimate sex, etc.

•So he won’t always be goofy obviously

H = Hair (how well groomed is he?)

•I like to think he doesn’t like to be completely bare but likes to trim down his bush yk

•And he’s a real man so he doesn’t care abt his partners hair <3

I = Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

•No matter how kinky or fast the sex is, it’s never just sex

•There’s always a look of love and admiration in his eyes when he’s fucking you (and vice versa)

•Sometimes he’ll let out a couple of “I love you”s among his praises or he’ll say something like “god you’re perfect…” (if not he makes sure to say it during aftercare!!)

•And if there was any degrading involved then you guys always reassure each other afterwords if needed !!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

•(I think I’ve said this before) Whenever he masturbates he’s always soooo loud !!

•He just can’t help himself! Especially when he’s always thinking about you when he strokes his dick

•And he can’t stop himself from whining when he wishes you were the one jerking him off instead :(

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

•He has a hugeeee praise kink

•Even tho this man is nearly 50 he still gets so hard when you call him a good boy !! >.<

•Even if he’s not subbing, just hearing you tell him how good he’s making you feel makes his cock impossibly harder !!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

•Obviously he loves doing it in the bedroom, it’s comfortable, it’s classic

•But he also lovessss doing it in the shower

•You look like a goddess when your body’s covered in water and the lights hitting you just right, it’s like you’re glowing

•And the way your moans echo in the bathroom is just perfect !! >.<

M = Motivation (what turns him on)

•Honestly he’s so obsessed with you that just looking at you gets him going

•I mean you’re just that perfect !! He can’t help it !!

•Wearing anything that shows your silhouette gets him drooling over you

•He’s a simple man, really

N = No (something he wouldn’t do)

•I feel like he’d been down for trying whatever but something he definitely would say no to is any type of weapon play (gunplay, knife play)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

•I said it once, I’ll say it again, THIS MAN LOVES EATING YOU OUT (definitely more than getting a blow job)

•Don’t get me wrong, he loves blow jobs !! He just loves eating your pussy even more >.<

•And as I said before he is INCREDIBLE at it

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

•Honestly I feel like it really depends

•If he’s pent up he’ll probably start off rough but it usually starts off slow and gets quicker the more desperate he gets

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

•He isn’t opposed to quickies but he definitely prefers not to do them since he likes to make sure his baby is properly satisfied

•But if you’re down for one so is he !!

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment? does he take risks?)

•I already said it but he loves experimenting!! He’ll do whatever you want

•He’d pretend that he wouldn’t wanna get caught if you do something in public, but he secretly thinks it makes it more fun !!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

•I think it would depend on the day, time, etc.

•But I feel like the most he’d do on average is 1-3 rounds

•However if you wanna keep going, he won’t stop you !!

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

•Yeah I think he’s a freak so he’d definitely own toys

•And since I believe he’s a switch he’d let you use them on him and vice versa if you’re up for it !!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

•he lovessss teasing you and watching you get frustrated

•If there are words he knows turn you on (like for example calling you a “good girl” gets you going) he’ll try to slip it in conversation casually just to see you get red

•And he also secretly loves when teasing turns out bad for him (like for example he ends up getting edged to teach him a lesson !!)

V = Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

•He definitely whimpers 🙏

•And I’ve said this head cannon before but he’s superrrr loud

•He gets louder the closer he gets and gets louder the quieter he tries to be, especially while subbing

•Literally whines just from dirty talk

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

•I feel like he’d loveeee having his hair pulled :3

•Like he’d full on moan if you pulled on it during sex or while he’s eating you out

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

•Oh yeah he’s definitely big under those boxers. I mean he’s 5’11 after all

•I think he’s more of a grower tho

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

•Yearning final boss

•his sex drive is high for an almost 50 year old

•But again, it’s because he can’t help himself around you

•And if your sex drive isn’t as high as his, he’ll tone it down to make you feel more comfortable ofc

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

•Pretty quickly honestly, especially after multiple rounds. And sleeping is so easy when it’s with his pretty girl :3

[storm-angel989]

how would valentino and the rest of the vees reacting to his daughter getting shot? And ending up in the hospital.

I sat on the edge of my bed with my arms crossed and I gave my father my best angry look. Tonight was supposed to be my Daddy’s night to stay home with me, and instead he was off to his studio. 

Valentino sighed and pulled back the covers as he laid down next to me. He waited until my body snuggled against him before pulling the covers over us both. 

“I wanna go with you!” I whined into him. “Daddy.!” 

“Mi amore, nothing fun ever happens in my studio,” my father told me as he tucked the covers into a cocoon around me. “Only work. I promise I’ll be home in the morning.” 

“I don’t mind Daddy,” I pleaded. “I want to stay with you.”

He ignored the request I had made at least seven times already. “Would you like me to have Aunt Velvette or Uncle Vox come lay down with you for a little while?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck in response and he sighed.

“Baby, I can stay until you fall asleep. That’s it. If you wake up in the middle of the night, you need to go wake one of them, okay?”

I buried my face into him and fought to keep my eyes open as long as I could. When I woke up hours later, I was alone. I climbed out of bed and rubbed my eyes. The same fear that washed over me earlier in the day raced over me now. I ran to his room, only to find the bed empty. 

“Daddy!” I screamed. 

Only silence answered me. Without a second thought, I ran down the back stairs into his studio. 

Unlike the usual quiet, the bright lights flashed and around me, demons shouted as they rushed around. Terrified, I slipped by as I tried to make my way through the maze of unfamiliar chaos. Why were there so many people in my Daddy’s studio? 

I heard the loud crack and pop echo through the floor and I looked around. Fireworks? Inside? Was Daddy celebrating something without me?

I marched down the hallway, eager to find the source of the noise. Around me, the chaos seemed to erupt and suddenly, I found myself on the ground and pain flooded through my tummy. I wanted to yell, to scream for my Daddy but instead blackness washed though my brain. 

Haze flowed through me as I tried to blink my eyes open. White walls, white sheets, white everything. Panic settled in and I tried to fight against the plastic on my face. Familiar hands pushed my arms down. 

“No bebita, no no. Shush. Daddy is here. Leave it alone.” I heard my fathers voice say soothingly. “Just relax. Papi is here.”

Pain shot through me and I let out a whimper. He pressed his heavy hand to my forehead and stroked my hair. 

“Daddy I don’t feel good,” I mumbled. “My tummy hurts.”

“I know sweetheart, you were in an accident,” he replied softly. “Your tummy will hurt for a while, but you will be okay.” 

“I tired to find you, I yelled for you,” I said as loudly as I could. “Where were you?” 

An expression I had never seen before danced across his face. I tried to lift my arms to reach for him and he leaned over and kissed my forehead. 

“I’m so sorry baby, I…”

The sound of a door opening interrupted whatever it was he was about to say. Panicked voiced of my Aunt and Uncle floated through the room. 

“Val. We put the extra cameras up, and a lock and she shouldn’t ever be…”

“Vox, shut up. The baby is awake,” Velvette hissed. 

I felt the weight of her sitting on the bed and a kiss on my forehead. “Auntie brought you your stuffed doggie and Uncle Voxxy brought you your tablet. Do you want your stuffie?” 

I wrapped my arms around my well worn stuffed animal and she put her hand on the top of  my head.

 “Can she sit up yet? I want to run a brush through her hair.” Velvette continued. 

My father glanced at her and hit a button. Slowly, the bed raised up. Aunt Velvette got to work, her fingers floating through my hair. Within moments, I had two braids and the bed lowered back down. 

“Tummy hurts,” I whined after a few moments.

Vox looked concerned. He glanced to Valentino. “I want to see what the stitches look like.”

Valentino shrugged and leaned over. “Baby, I’m going to let Uncle Vox take a look at your tummy, okay?”

I heard a small beep and felt something cold flood into my brain. The room turned fuzzy and my Daddy gently tucked up my shirt. Through the haze I could barely make out the lines of bright blue and red stitches that decorated my belly. 

“They should help keep any infection at bay,” I heard Vox say quietly to my father. “The thread won’t be released for public use for at least six months, but all the testing came back positive. At the very least, it can’t hurt.” 

I felt my shirt be tucked back down and a wave of sleepiness washed over me. My eyes grew heavy and I tried to fight through the feeling, terrified I would wake up alone again.

“Daddy!” I mumbled. “Don’t…don’t leave.” 

“I won’t baby, I promise. I will never, ever leave you again,” he replied quickly. “Sleep, I promise I’ll be here…”

I could feel the sadness well up in my chest and I tried to fight through the sleepiness. “You didn’t! You left me!” 

“Val, don’t…” Aunt Velvette said. 

“Fuck it,” Valentino growled. 

I felt his weight on the bed and the warmth of his body under mine. Instinctively, I snuggled against him.

“Daddy won’t ever leave you again, I promise,” he muttered softly. “Sleep, bebita.”

[bonefall]

Mapleshade Discourse O'Clock

It's that time again!!! SO I just kinda want to jot down all of my various thoughts about it as a story and just generally weigh in about Mapleshade.

I like the idea of Mapleshade more than the actual Mapleshade that is used throughout the books.

She has a really good gimmick-- to haunt Applekin though the generations. I don't like how they turn her into a generic "cat satan" for Tigerclaw's Fury and keep making her appear as a vain lackey demon.

I like her characterization in Mapleshade's Vengeance the most, of all her appearances.

But, I don't think my reading of the character depicted in MV is what the author intended.

See, I like MV as a story with no hero. The only blameless characters are the kittens who drowned and Perchpaw, while everyone else is some flavor of selfish, cruel, or vengeful. Everyone thinks they're in the right, but no one truly wins in the end.

Nothing about it was noble. Every tragedy that happened was utterly avoidable. In the end, everyone bears some responsibility for the pain and suffering that happened the day those children drowned.

BUT I'm pretty certain that the intended reading was that Mapleshade would be the one clearly in the wrong the whole time, as she justifies her own actions like a villain does.

Especially knowing how poorly the writers thought of similar female characters like Squilf and Leafp lying about the three, or Nightcloud being jealous her crummy husband is acting strange around another woman.

I feel justified in assuming that when Mapleshade is not happy she's being cheated on, or when she refuses to correct Frecklewish's record knowing it's unsafe if her kits are revealed as half clan, the writer really does think you're not supposed to take her side.

Because women should just not have emotions about being cheated on or something, and lying is unspeakably bad even if the truth puts you and your children in danger.

But. Y'know. We can all use the braincell for a moment and see that this is fucking stupid

SO when the book goes on to have Mapleshade ignore all the warnings about the swollen river, show both ThunderClan and RiverClan being obscenely cruel to her, and then walk across that bridge while insisting in her head that the deaths weren't her fault, I think the implication is obvious AND SHITTY.

Ergo I reject it completely. I can see what the book wants to say, and I think it says something trashy.

In spite of how badly the writer wants it to be Mapleshade's fault the kittens died, I say it was the asshole who threw a bunch of kittens out into the rain for being mixed race, actually.

Oakstar had the power here. Ravenwing had some power as well, but he makes it clear it wasn't his suggestion to throw the babies out into the woods.

And when it comes to Bridge Discourse, it was at least the afternoon, raining heavily, and Mapleshade was trying to get to RiverClan Camp. A straight shot across the stepping stones.

I think it is ridiculous to imagine an extremely emotional parent managing three very scared children, attempting to get out of the rain and dangerous wilderness before nightfall, would be rational enough to realize a large detour would be safer.

MAYBE the distance from ThunderClan Camp to the Bridge is equal to the distance to the Stones. But the distance between the bridge and RIVERCLAN Camp is longer.

I hope this goes without saying; but Frecklewish didn't deserve the Dark Forest.

Even in Banana World logic where she was sitting on the bank watching those kids doggy-paddle. Do not fucking jump in to save drowning people if you are not trained to do that.

I'm dead serious, this is the first thing you learn in any kind of water safety course. They WILL panic, you WILL get dragged down, you WILL become another liability someone else has to save instead of helping your initial target.

And that isn't even mentioning this being a flooded river. That's POOL safety.

In spite of how I think Mapleshade was right to lie, I do think Frecklewish being that upset and angry was understandable.

You're entitled to your feelings, but not how you treat people. She still attacked Mapleshade and called the kittens a slur.

That's what makes her interesting, though.

I don't think she deserves the Dark Forest, but Frecklewish's anger is an interesting trait. I don't like how a lot of defensive interpretations of her character end up downplaying how she acted at the exile

why does a woman being rightfully angry suddenly strike people as "unsympathetic." Girls can also say things in fury they don't fully mean. OR girls can rationalize their unjustified, ballistic response post-hoc out of pride.

Idk let girls be mad. Admit they were wrong without deserving HELL. I don't like the woobification impulse.

It's not really a hot take anymore I think, but Frecklewish is definitely only in the DF because the writing team judges women characters more harshly. Oakstar threw babies out in the rain in fury, and Ravenwing didn't stop it. But somehow only Frecklewish, a normal warrior, gets DF'd.

But what really rattles around in my head about the whole story is the way that the in-universe culture is able to suddenly value ethics like peace, forgiveness, and tolerance when MAPLESHADE is ready to throw those things out, but BEFORE then, it's well established that Clan culture is violent, vengeful, and intolerant.

One of our earliest scenes is Rainfall snarling at Mapleshade that he loves the way Birchface and Flowerpaw drowned. He's threatening that he'll kill even more ThunderClan warriors.

Over in ThunderClan, everyone is itching for revenge against Appledusk for those deaths, even though it seems to have been an accident. Oakstar even hates RiverClan well into sequel books for this.

But then later on, everyone acts Shocked Pikachu that Mapleshade actually went and GOT revenge.

And like, let's be real. This is a battle culture. Yes, by OUR standards Revenge Is Bad.

But in these books, so full of war and clan conflict...?

What I'm saying is that I wish the books let Mapleshade be a little more "controversial" in-universe. Like some cats actually frame the story very differently, and you can learn a lot about a person by who they think the hero is.

And how RiverClan responds to the drowned kids bugs me a lot tbh

We just established over in ThunderClan that there are people who think the babies were born filthy for being HalfClan.

We know everyone there stood by and watched as Oakstar threw them out into the rain-- only Ravenwing even seemed uncomfortable.

AND we know very well that in a few generations, TigerClan will rise. Which openly executed a HalfClan cat and wanted to kill 2 apprentices.

We KNOW the bigotry in Clan culture is deadly and unfair.

But then they go over to RiverClan and Darkstar is sad these three kids are dead? And RC is furious with Mapleshade for that?

Again, YES, you and me with OUR morals know that this bigotry is insane and spiteful. What I'm getting at is that IN-UNIVERSE half clan kittens and their parents face extreme discrimination. Even within this book.

It's odd to me that Darkstar refuses to let Mapleshade bury their bodies, sends her away for the death of the kids while saying it's "not the season for losing warriors" to Appledusk, and it's meant to come across as delusional that Maple thinks her babies were buried dishonorably

I wish more women in WC got so pissed off at the absolute injustice of it all that they went on a girl rampage. Perhaps it's my own taste, but I like it a lot more when the villain isn't entirely wrong and there's several angles you can read the story from. If she didn't do what she did, she would have been the only one who saw any consequences for anything that happened.

Anyway in conclusion uhhh idk murder is wrong. But Mapleshade's allowed to do it because she's a silly billy. Her greatest crime was not killing Oakstar also

[meixstar]

WORKING OUT WITH NANAMI PLEASE!

❥ Synopsis You want to get stronger? Nanami might just be the best person to help you with that.

❥ Pairing Nanami Kento x fem!reader

❥ Content explicit content! 18+, Minors DNI, foul language, working out afab!reader, teacher!reader, dom!Nanami, unprotected sex, Nanami is kinda mean, creampie, implied mutual pining, masturbation (m! receiving), vaginal sex, clitoral play, slight breeding kink, slight hate fucking at first, pet names (pretty girl, darling) dirty talk, fingering, oral (f! receiving), Nanami loves eating possay, doggy style, missionary, aftercare, Nanami being a gentleman, kissing/making out, praise, degredation if you squint, ripping clothes, teasing, porn with plot

❥ Word Count 3.4k

❥ A/N HELP THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT Anway I have no idea about working out and how to write it?? so I hope this was okay and doesn't suck too bad c: Thank you for your request!

PS i'm sorry if the requests are taking too long :( i'm not really used to writing this much lolol but i plan on doing them all, and I'm really excited about SatoSugu fluff that someone requested :D

!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Sweating It Out

"Faster. If you want to land a critical hit on your opponent, you have to charge at them like you mean it." Nanami's voice echoes through the courtyard of the school.

"Search for their weak point," He tightens the tie around his neck as he steps closer to her body on the ground. "You need to work on your form and condition." a quiet sigh leaves his lips as he helps her up from the floor in one swift motion.

You brush the dirt off your sports clothes and look up at him with a slight pout. "Easy for you to say," the back of your hand wipes across your cheek to get rid of the remaining grime. "I don't even know how I got this job in the first place." a soft chuckle escapes you.

A hint of amusement flickers across his stoic face. "Modesty becomes you. You're better than you think." his eyes scan your face for a moment. "We've still got a lot of work to do if you want to improve those reflexes of yours. If you're comfortable with it, I would help you do some simple work out back at my apartment." he gestures towards the parking lot, where his car is waiting.

"And by work, I mean actual physical exercise, not just tossing around excuses." Nanami remarks smugly, making your lips part in surprise. "Wha- I'm not 'tossing around excuses', thank you very much." The audacity of this stupid, attractive man. You let out a playful huff and fix your hair. "Although I do find it rather surprising that you would invite me to your place."

Nanami chuckles, the low sound and smooth "Formalities aside, I'm willing to make an exception for you. After all, someone needs to whip you into shape." his gaze lingers on hers, a subtle spark of attraction evident beneath the surface. "Shall we?" without waiting for an answer he starts walking towards his car.

"Hey, I would say I'm in pretty good shape.. physically wise." you remark teasingly with a soft chuckle as you follow him towards his car.

You get greeted with the sight of a raised, skeptical eyebrow from him. "Is that so? Then perhaps we'll focus on refining your technique instead. You can't rely solely on brute force. Strategy and finesse are just as crucial." he opens the passenger door for her, his movements fluid and courteous. "Besides, I have a few.. exercises in mind that might put your physical prowess to the test." Nanami's tone remains formal, but a hint of suggestiveness creeps into his words.

"Great, can't wait.." you groan in exhaustion, not noticing his suggestive hint. Your head rests against the window of his car while you wait for the arrival to his apartment. Trees, pedestrians and other cars move by in a blur as you look out the clean window.

His eyes glance at her briefly, a fleeting glimpse of amusement crossing his features before focusing back on the road ahead. "I suppose you should conserve your energy then. We'll be getting started shortly." Nanami's voice remains steady, betraying no emotion, but his grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly as he accelerates onto the highway.

He emerges from the driver's side, his suit jacket fluttering open to reveal his crisp blue shirt underneath. "Please, come in." his hand gestures towards the entrance as he leads the way inside to his apartment. "We will start with some stretching exercises. I have a few routines that will help improve flexibility and balance." his tone remains professional, but his gaze lingers on her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

"In that?" you point towards his clothes. "Scratch that actually, I'm the only one doing this, aren't I?" a sigh escapes you. You put down your bag on the floor and stretch your arms above your head.

Nanami pauses, one hand resting on the doorknob as he turns to regard you. "Ah, good point. Don't worry, I will change into something more suitable and join you." his gaze travels down her form, lingering on her curves before snapping back up to meet her gaze. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." With a brief nod, he disapears into the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

So here you were, alone in the apartment of your colleague who you have been crushing on for a year now. Totally fine, right?

You slap both palms of your hands against your cheeks and shake your head. Trying to distract yourself, you walk around his living room, taking in the minimal decorations. Your head turns towards his bedroom door as he re-emerges from the room, now clad in some sweatpants and a tight fitted shirt, showcasing his toned physique.

"Now then, shall we begin with some light cardio to loosen up your muscles?" his tone remains formal, yet a hint of anticipation underlies his words as he approaches her, his eyes locked on hers. "Alright, but don't be too hard on me - again." you chuckle and wait for his instructions.

"I assure you, I will push you to your limits but not beyond. Now, let's start with some jumping jacks. Twenty reps, please." he stands with his arms crossed, watching her every move with an air of authority, my gaze scrutinizing her form.

"Ah.. seriously? Isn't that like some high school stuff though?" you sigh and get into position as you start doing jumping jacks. His expression remains stern, unyielding to your protests. "High school or not, it's essential to build a solid foundation. You'd be surprised how many experienced practitioners neglect the basics. Focus on your form, and don't slacken your pace," he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he monitors your performance. "Focus on my form? With jumping jacks? Okay then.."

Nanami observes her movements, his sructiny unwavering. "Not bad. However, I detect a slight imbalance in your landing. Remember to distribute your weight evenly between both legs. And keep your core engaged." his voice remains firm, yet measured, as he provides constructive feedback. "Yeah, yeah.." you answer and keep your lips pressed into a thin line.

"I suggest you adopt a more receptive attitude. This isn't a trivial matter. Proper form is crucial to avoiding injuries and optimizing performance. Try again, and this time, heed my corrections."

"Why do I feel like a student all over again?" you sigh in slight annoyance and stop your jumping jacks. "Fine, fine."

He gives you a curt nod, acknowledging your efforts. "Better. Much better. Your posture has improved, and your footwork is more precise. Not, let's move on to the next exercise. We'll focus on building your strength now." he gestures towards the adjacent room, where various pieces of equipment are set up. "Please proceed to the pull-up bar. I'll demonstrate the proper technique."

You glance around the room, taking in various fitness gadgets in surprise. "Wow, Nanami.. didn't expect you to be that type of man. You know, the type who is so obsessed with working out." you let out a playful hum.

"This is not about personal indulgences. A well-equipped training area is essential for optimal results." he leads the way to the pull-up bar, his movements efficient and purposeful. "Now, pay attention. The key to a successful pull-up lies in engaging your latissimus dorsi muscles," Nanami begins to demonstrate the correct form, his words punctuated by precise motions.

"My what now?" you mumble to yourself in utter confusion. Your gaze drifts towards his working form, hungry eyes lingering on the veins popping out on his forearms every time he pulls himself up. Just then he halts mid-pull-up, his eyes locking onto yours with a faint glint of amusement flickering within. "Latissimus dorsi. The largest muscle in your back. Focus, please."

He releases the bar, dropping back down on the ground with ease. With a scoff you cross your arms over your chest, "Whatever, let me give it a go, Mr. Know It All." you joke lightly and grab onto the pull-up bar before lifting yourself up slowly. Nanami stand back, observing your form with a discerning eye. "You're managing to engage your lats somewhat, However, your grip could be wider, and your body straighter. Allow me to assist."

Nanami approaches her, his big hands closing around her waist as he adjusts her position, his fingers splayed wide. "Feel the stretch in your back, and maintain control throughout the movement." his voice stays calm, but the intimate proximity of your bodies sends a spark of pleasure shooting through his body. At the same time you bite down on the inside of your cheek as his strong hands grab you.

You feel grateful that your back is turned towards him, this way he can't see your cheeks turning a soft pink. "Aren't you straightforward?" you chuckle.

Ignoring your words, Nanami's grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly. "Focus on your form. One more rep, please."

"Yes, Sir." an innocent hum leaves you as you begin to pull your body back up the pull-up bar, letting out soft breaths now and then.

His fingers seem to linger on her skin for a moment before releasing her. "Proceed to the mat. We will work on some grappling techniques." With a soft thud, you let yourself go from the gadget. "Grappling? So you can kick my ass again? Just what I want," she sighs and takes her place on the mat.

"Grappling is an essential aspect. You can't always count on your cursed technique. It requires strategy, agility, and control. Let us focus on some basic escapes and submissions." he assumes a neutral stance opposite her. "Let's begin with a simple wrist lock escape. Observe closely, and replicate my movements precisely." he extends his arm, offering her his wrist.

"Bla bla." you abruptly grab his wrist and twist it to push him down onto the mat with a controlled thud "Easy," a satisfied smile forms on your face. "Good initiative, but poor execution. You relied on brute force rather than technique." he pulls himself out of your grasp and rises to his feet, brushing off imaginary dirt from his clothes. "Again."

"This sucks.." you sigh and run a hand down your face in frustration. "Can't we do something fun instead? Like, fuck I don't know, chess. Would be way more fun than this." you grimace before grabbing his wrist once more to push him down and lower your body to sit on his back to hold him down.

Nanami remains composed, unfazed by her antics, as he lies beneath her, his wrists still clasped in her grasp. "You can have fun some other time." his tone maintains its formal quality, despite the unusual position they find themselves in. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe we've digressed sufficiently. Let's refocus on the task at hand. Release my wrist." he issues the command calmly.

You glance down at the side of his face with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Hm.. no." You feel his body tense beneath you, his muscles coiling in anticipation. "I see. It appears you're blurring the lines between playful banter and actual combat. I suggest you clarify your intentions."

"You could just roll over and pin me down with ease, Nanami.. Why haven't you done it yet if you are oh so irritated about my antics?" you tease him softly and lean your head closer towards his ear.

In just a moment his body is springing into action as he swiftly flips them over, pinning her beneath him. "Satisfied? Now, shall we resume the lesson, or would you prefer to continue exploring.. other avenues?"

You feel your body growing hot under his intense gaze, "Other avenues? Please, do tell." you wrap one leg around his waist to pull him closer, feeling his growing hardness press against your inner thigh making him grit his teeth ever so slightly.

"Hm, it seems you require a demonstration of the consequences of testing boundaries." he leans closer, his lips inches from yours. This is no longer a lesson for combat, but a display of discipline."

"Aren't you tough? All bark and no bit-" your taunts gets silenced as he claims your mouth in a firm kiss. Out of instinct, your press your chest further into his, deepening the kiss in the process. A soft moan of desperation leaves your mouth that gets swallowed by his own.

Nanami's tongue probes the depths of her mouth, his long fingers maintaining a firm grip on her waist and wrists. He breaks away from the kiss, his breathing heavy. "Now, shall we proceed to the next stage of this.. lesson?" he rocks his hips into hers, eliciting a quiet gasp from her. "Cut the teacher crap, Nanami." she breathes out hotly against his wet lips. "As you wish, but you will receive exactly what you're asking for." With that, he sweeps her up in his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.

He deposits her on the bed, his tall form towering over her as he looks down at her flushed and desperate expression. "Undress. Now." his tone brooks no argument, as he begins to shed his own clothes with deliberate slowness.

Her eyes wander over his now exposed body, lingering on his cock that leaks with pre-cum already. Out of reflex, she runs her tongue over her kiss-bruised lips, making him flex his fists for a moment. "Mh.. I don't wanna," she bites back a smirk.

"Very well. If you insist on playing games, I will play too." With a swift motion, he reaches out and rips the shirt open, baring her torso to his hungry gaze. "What the fuck! I loved that shirt, aw." she pouts up at him with furrowed brows before glancing back at the now broken fabric on the floor.

Nanami raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'll buy you a new one, and also.. no bra? Naughty girl. Must have slipped my sight." he remarks, his gaze roving over her bared skin, eyes lingering on her perky nipples exposed to the cool air in the room. "Now, will you take off the rest of your clothes? Or should I do it for yo-"

"No, I'll do it myself this time." you scoff lightly and stand up to pull your leggings down, seeing Nanami's eyes following your every move. "Fuck.." you hear him mutter to himself - and god, was it hot to see him loose his composure. "Turn around and bend over, let me see all of you, pretty girl." A pleased hum escapes your lips as you do just that. You bend down over his bed, the soft sheets brushing against your skin, and the smell of him filling your nostrils.

"Mmh.. you know exactly how to tease me, don't you?" Nanami reaches out, his hand reaching out to run over the contour of her ass, the touch feather-light, while his other hand reaches down to stroke himself slowly. "Look at you," he whispers, his breath caressing the skin just above the waistband of her panties. "I can already see how wet you are. Is that because of me? Hm, pretty girl?"

You only manage to get out a weak nod accompanied by a soft whimper as he lets out a throaty chuckle. His fingers hook into the waistband and slowly peels her panties down, revealing her soaking pussy to his eyes. He settles onto his knees on the floor behind her. "Been craving your pussy so often, gosh.." he moans softly as he keeps his gaze fixated on your entrance while fisting his own arousal.

With a glance behind you, you see the scene unfold with hooded eyes. Just that alone makes your pussy clench around nothing. "Nanami.. don't tease me, please."

"I won't.. fuck, I won't." he breathes against your wetness, making you shiver before his tongue slides into the slick folds of your pussy. "Mmh, pussy tastes even better than I imagined." You stuff your face into his sheets as you feel his hot tongue run through your folds. "Oh god- hah,"

His hand leaves his cock, solely focusing on her pleasure as he holds her hips in place. "You like that? You like my tongue inside you, licking your sweet little cunt?" his voice muffled against her flesh, as he works her into a frenzy while his own hips desperately buck against his bed to relieve some tension. "Ohh, fuck.. Your tongue feels so fucking good!" she sobs into the fabric of the bed.

"Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my face." he let's out a soft groan as he redoubles his efforts, desperate to drive her towards orgasm as he slowly enters two fingers inside her pulsing cunt.

She desperately pushes back against him, needing more. "Hah.. Nanami, please- fuck me already." His eyes flash in excitement, ceasing his oral assault as he stands back up to his full height. His angry red tip glistens with pre-cum, his hands running along her cheeks. "Turn around for me. I want to see your pretty face when you come."

And you do just that, laying down on your back as you glance up at him. He gently grabs your ankles and pulls you towards him as he lines his hard cock up at your entrance, poised to thrust deep. You impatiently wiggle your hips, wanting him to finally take you. You've been waiting for a whole year, after all. So if he doesn't start fucking you right this inst-

"Hah!" You throw your head back with a high-pitched moan as he slowly thrusts forward, his cock sinking deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim as he groans in satisfaction. "Fuck.. so hot." he mutters, hips drawing back before plunging forward once more, setting a slow yet deep pace. "Is this what you wanted? That I fuck you?" he grunts, his strokes growing more frenzied, his cock throbbing inside you.

The only thing that you can do is grip the sheets beside you and hide your flushed, pathetic face in them, frantically trying to hide your arousal.

His chest presses against hers as he leans forward, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. "Don't hide from me, Darling. Look at me." he demands, voice rough with exertion as he continues pounding into her. "Watch me as I make you come," his other hand snakes around to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze as he himself drives towards climax.

Her eyes are unfocused as she gazes up at him, her mouth falling open as he fucks into her deep. "Oh f-fuck.. ngh, your cock feels so good!" she bites down on her bottom lip, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks with every thrust.

"You're going to take every last drop of my cum. You're going to milk me dry and beg for more, aren't you?" he coos into her ear. "I'm going to fill you so full of cum you will be dripping with it for hours.." his hand let's go of your chin, reaching down to rub your swollen clit in slow circles with the pad of his thumb. "I can feel you clenching.. are you close? Want you to come all over my cock, can you do that for me?"

Without even giving it a thought, your toes curl and your back arches up into him as your orgasm washes over you with a loud whine. Nanami hisses when your pussy tightens up. His cock surges deep one final time before erupting in a torrent of cum, flooding your hole with his seed.

He collapses forward, his chest heaving with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close.

You both lay there for a few minutes, catching your breaths. You feel him slowly pull out of you, making you both let out a soft gasp. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" his thumb runs over your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. "I hope I wasn't too rough-"

You interrupt him with a kiss, this one far more gentle than the others. "I'm fine, it was perfect. But.. you can make it up to me with dinner?" you glance away nervously, scared of rejection after what just happened.

What if he only saw this as a one time thing? You did rile him up quite a bit, maybe that was just him being a man. But is Nanami really that kind of man? Perhaps he doesn't even like you and this was hate sex? Plus, you both are colleagues. That would be really unprofessio-

"Of course, is there a specific place you would like to eat at?"

Oh.

♡ fanart from @ilameys on twitter ♡

♡ divider by @benkeibear ♡

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Good Show (Kenichirou Ryuuzaki)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty-Six: Balcony

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

A few days ago, you knew you would be more ashamed. A few days ago, you know you would have been pulling away. A couple days ago, marching back inside and yelling at the very man who tried to talk you into doing this. 

But that’s what you would have done a couple days ago. Now…

It’s broad daylight at the moment. The sun is high and there’s not a single cloud in the sky as far as you can see. And you were somewhere where you knew you weren’t supposed to be. To put it simply, you were outside on some apartment balcony that wasn’t yours, in some building that wasn’t yours, in some district that you didn’t belong to, and in some part of the city that you barely knew. Only four floors up. Perfect view of the city. Perfect view of whoever decided to sit out on the balcony on any given day too. And to top it all off, there were people around. Strolling down the streets. Existing out in the open. Looking for the next thing to capture their attention.

Only, it’s a bit of a stretch to call those things down there on the street, people. Because while they might have been a person at one point in time, you’ve seen enough in these past couple of days to know that what’s down there is no longer human. Which means in any given normal moment of your life, you would have looked on at them somberly, mourning the deaths of strangers who still try to walk among you. But right now?

You were just relieved all those zombies down there didn’t have the brains to care about how loudly Kencho could make you moan. 

“Fuck- Kencho!” You’re shameless as you gasp out his name in response to a particularly skillful roll of his hips. It allows his thick, girth cock to settle a little deeper inside of you- stretching you out and making your eyes squeeze shut momentarily as his length kisses a spot deep inside of you that has you really wanting to let loose. “Just like that…just like that!”’

It was Kencho would started rubbing up on you when the two of you stopped for a moment to admire the view. Naturally, it was you who let him come in close. And it was you who tilted your head away so you could feel his lips on your neck and jaw, kissing all up and down across your skin as he whispered about how the two of you had a little time to kill before needing to head back. But he didn’t budge when you tried to take his hand and pull him back inside. Instead, he just told you to get on your hands and knees for him while he reminded you of just how carefully the two of you constructed the barricade to block anything from getting inside of this building. So carefully, that even if the zombies down there have the eyes and ears of something that once was a person, they couldn’t get to you. Not while he’s around, at least.

It didn’t take long for you to realize what he trying to say to you. Just like it didn’t take you for you to be pulling off your pants and pulling your panties to the side while you get into what you know his favorite position is: doggy. Back perfectly arched. Legs spread wide. Pussy nice and wet. All while Kencho lines himself up with you, pushing in and groaning deep as one hand grips at your waist and the other grabes at the balcony’s railing for leverage. Just pull back out. And slip inside you once more. 

And just like that- all those zombies down there momentarily become someone else. They shift away from being unknown faces and lives that you’ll mourn as you remember passing them by. And they become something else- something more akin to spectators to a show. Your show.

Your show as Kencho speeds up from a lazy, controlled pace to one more akin to the desperate, womanizer you know him to be. Your show as Kencho’s groans mix perfectly with your pleasured-filled whines and cries and curses. Your show as Kencho fucks you hard and deep and exactly how you need him to again and again and again while you try your hardest to stay present in the moment. But when you’re with a guy who knows exactly what he’s doing, things like are much easier said than done. 

“Squeezing me too tight babygirl,” You heard him murmur from behind you. He liked to talk when he fucked you. He liked to keep you entertained in more ways than one when he fucked you. But the way he rasped his words and struggled to maintain his composure was telling you that he wasn’t in a much better position than you were. It was telling you that with every drag of his cock against your warm, wet walls and with every messy, creamy ring he would see the second he pulled his dick free from inside of you, he was starting to lose it himself. “Won’t be able to go for very long if you keep acting like this.”

But that’s the whole point of doing this here and now, wasn’t it? That’s the whole point of throwing caution to the wind, stripping down, and presenting yourself like a pretty little post-apocalyptic prize in the first place. 

Because at this point, you’ve completely forgotten that this was supposed to be a supply run by a tip Akira had given you. At this point, you’ve completely forgotten that you were supposed to try to be back before the hour was over with a whole list of items that this guy supposedly should have had in his apartment. At this point, you’ve completely forgotten nearly everything but how to tell Kencho how exactly you want him. But that’s a problem for later. Just like the steadily growing crowd of zombies beating at your and Kencho’s barricade, trying to break through is a problem for later. Just like making a plan of escape is a problem for later. It has to be. It will be.

Because a couple days ago, the only thing on your mind would be shame. A couple days ago, the only thing on your mind would be keeping up appearances and not making a fuss or a ruckus or giving the world a reason or a sight to stare at. But nowadays, you’re realizing that life is too short and precious to live that way all your life. Nowadays you’re realizing that there are some situations and chances that you have to take advantage of while you still can. And honestly? 

You’d rather be eaten by zombies than pass up on sex as good as this ever again.

[silent-raven13]

A Cute little Poodle named Morales 2

(Part 2 for @heiibo)

(Part 1)

A few hours ago on Miles' Spider friends, everyone wonder what happened to Miles. Gwen stood watching Miguel taking the anomaly back to HQ, he said, "Any contact from him?"

"No, I can't seem to reach him." Pavitr said his fingers tapping on his Gizmo trying to call Miles.

"Maybe he went home. He said he got homework." Gwen rubs her neck then her eyes look at Spider-punk.

Hobie stood staring at the moon looking a bit bum. Miles 42 took his leave, telling the gang that Miles probably wanted to be left alone. Hobie didn't mean to upset him, he wanted to know why he's been so snappy with him. Was it because Gwen likes him? Hobie tries to give Miles all the signs that he like him and it's not like a simple, 'I like you'.

Oh no, Hobie likes likes him. He had thought about singing to him, making song about his Sunflower's smile, and just wants to tell him how amazing he is. "Hobie, you okay?" Gwen asked him.

"Um.. yeh. I'm fine." Hobie was looking at his watch seeing Miles is still in this world. Maybe Miles 42 and his Sunflower were supposed to hang out together instead, or Miles wants to be left alone.

Gwen knew Hobie likes Miles, after she confessed to the punker. It was hard to take the rejection, because she thought he would like her. But she knew Hobie only saw her as a friend and nothing more, and she wants to be there for her friends. Also she knows she's not in a good place to date with all her person issues. "You know, maybe Miles just wants to be left alone like Miles 42 said. He did say a lot is going on with him."

"I guess..." Hobie frowns at the watch seeing Miles' red dot on a certain location. He could go to him and finally express himself to him.

"Awe, my guy. Give him space. You can be too needy, it'll freak him out." Pavitr hums.

"Fine, I'll see him first thing tomorrow morning." Hobie sighs with his head down like a little toddler.

The next day in Hobs' penthouse, Miles mumbles feeling his tail sway from side to side. "Mmm," Miles could smell Hobs' tobacco and musky scent and snuggle against him a bit more. His cheek nuzzling against warm skin, "Mmmm." He groans in deep sleep.

This is one of his best sleeps in a long time. Slowly his eyes opening feeling the need to wake up, his hand on Hobs' pecks. Wait, he feels his legs moving.

"Well, good morning, lil pup." Hearing Hobs' deep voice with a laughing tone.

"Hmm?" Miles was daze then his vision focus when he saw Hobs grinning at him. "Mmm?" Blinking at the sight, he took a moment to remember what happened. Then he looks down on his hands noticing his nails sharp and long. "What?" His big doe-like eyes glances down at his own body realizing he's naked. Then, he felt his floppy fuzzy brown ears against him.

Hobs grin grew wider and wider, "So how was it being a lil doggy?"

"YEEP!" Miles yelps noticing he's naked with a fluffy tail wagging super fast and his ears twitching at every sound he hears. "This is so fucking embarrassing!" He hides under the large heavy quilt, he felt the dog collar on his neck perfectly. Before it was too big for him but it still hold up.

"Pfft, hahahaha. Easy Sunflower. I sort of figured it out you were the dog." Hobs laughs out loud.

"What do you mean!" Miles peeked his head out of the quilt with his ears slightly lifting to hear clearly.

"I figured you must've turned into a dog seeing how you acted so human like with me. Not to mention," Hobs leans over to say in his cute dog ears, "You were watching me changed into my boxer."

The young Spider-man's could feel his whole turning very warm. "Sorry, I didn't mean too!" He hid himself under the sheets.

"Heh, got you blushing, huh?" Hobs pulled the sheet to see Miles being shy, "You were a cute dog. Now you're even cuter like this," his hand petting the young man's head.

This made Miles wagging his tail super fast enjoying the petting, he said nothing still being shy. Hobs saw the dog collar, his index finger curled at the metal loop to tug him, "Hmm, maybe I should keep you as my pet seeing how sexy you look in this." Hobs showing off his fang with a gem on it, he flirted a bit, "Can you bark for me?"

Miles presses his lips together being super bashful. Hobie 42 is really making him feel things. He's about to give in whatever Hobs wants, he doesn't care. At least, this guy is straight forward with him. "How about a little lick, right here?" Hobs playfully stick his tongue out showing off his tongue piercing with a wide grin.

So tempting, he wanted to do it. His whole body screaming like a fangirl being flirted with one hot guy. Just when Miles' eyes was about to close and go for it, Spider-Punk appeared through a magical portal, "Oi, Sunflower. I been wanting to talk to you for a while and I've given you space so..." He stops when he saw his Sunflower with dog ears and dog tail wearing a dog collar on top of Hobie 42.

The Cyber punker had an annoyed look, his eyes unimpressed with the interruptor coming in his room like he owns the damn place. Miles' eyes widen in shock, "Hobie?"

Hobie 138 never had a good reason to crash out, this time he did. He quickly went to get hold of Miles while glaring at Hobs, "I swear to the damn Universe if you touched my Sunflower..." A menacing look from the punker.

Hobs picks his ears, "Pfft, relax."

Spider-Punk carries held Miles in his arms, "Sunflower, did you two?"

"NO! Geez, no way! I'm not ready for that!" Miles' felt so vulnerable with his body naked, he quickly went under the sheets, "Can I at least get some clothes!"

Hobs smirks at Hobie, "I can some that'll fit. You missed out, bruv! Me and him had a great sleep."

Hobie was about to bash his variants brains in, "Oi, what you mean by that, dipstick?"

Hobs stood up being a bit bigger than Hobie like he got more muscle compare to him and he's taller. "Heh, name calling all because I got him in my bed? Trust me, he wanted to sleep with me." Adding jabs to the 70s punker variant, before going back to one of his drawers to pull out a large sweater. "Oi, Miles. Here, this is more your taste?" He tossed the oversize bright yellow sweater.

"Oh thanks!" The Spider-man saw the sweater on the bed and quickly put it on. His big eyes avoid his friend before saying, "Can you guys please stop? It wasn't like that..." Though he wanted to. God, he wanted to!

Of course, he won't tell Hobie that.

Hobie went over to touch Miles' ears, "Aren't you going to tell me what happened?"

"It's a bit embarrassing..." Miles mutters.

"He got turned into a dog- a cute one at that." Hobs said.

"I wasn't talking to you." Hobie snaps at him.

"Fine." Hobs rolled his eyes.

"GUYS STOP! Geez, what's with you two?" Miles growls showing off his dog fangs at them.

The two stares at him looking so darn cute instead of menacing. Miles fluffy tail and ears didn't help to the "scary" look, too. Both of the punkers felt their cheeks warm at the sight.

"Cute..." They thought.

Hobie touches Miles' ears feeling the curly fur being so soft, "Cloud..." It's like he's touching a cloud.

Miles pouts, "Can you guys focus! I got turned into a dog. Now I got this problem." His tail slowly wags. "I wanna get back to normal."

Both of the bunkers glance at each other deciding on a truce. Then, they snuggle their Sunflower not wanting him to change back. "GUYS!" Miles whines feeling them petting his head. They couldn't help but admire their Sunflower acting like a dog.

The way he wag his tail when he gets happy or his ears twitching. When Hobie snuggles against Miles, "Hobie, yours so warm!" Miles whines.

"You're so adorable, luv. Look at you!" Hobie didn't want to let him go.

Hobs playfully tug on Miles' dog collar, "Heh, I think he looks yummy. How about a kiss?"

"Over my bloody dead body! Fuck off, mate." Hobie growls.

"I just want to get back to normal!" Miles said out loud being played a tug of war with the two punkers. It's like this is from a weird romantic novel!

Later...

Miles finally turns back to normal while the two punkers were depressed. They miss their cute poodle named Morales.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They Force An Alpha Darling To Be An Omega ♡

(Miriel is excluded because she's an omega, Runa is excluded because she would try to bitch herself since she's a beta, Nikki is also excluded because that just sounds like a lot of work, sure you're an alpha, now come take a nap with her.)

♡ Gosh you're such a silly puppy, you're not an alpha, she can barely even smell a whiff of alpha on you, you smell so weak to her there's no way you're an alpha. Of course you're not an alpha silly puppy, she just has to show you that. Sure your scent isn't as sweet as an omega's is usually but that's just because you have no alpha to provide for you at the moment and you aren't nesting, you're probably dangerously close to a omega depression which is why you haven't gone into heat in awhile, she's your loyal doggy though so don't worry she'll fix all these issues. ♡

♡ The first thing she has to do is get your scent under control, it's not sweet enough like it should be, which means for the time being she's going to be releasing her pheromones at a high level until your body starts responding and releasing the smells it should be, hopefully smelling your soulmate will put your body at ease and you can finally start smelling like you should. She also has to fix your nesting issue, she doesn't know much about nests but she knows they're very important for omegas to make and sit in so she's going to force you to make one and sit at the edge of it forcing you to stay in there, until you get used to it, she won't try to get in because you first need to get used to it on your own as much as she would love to sit with you. ♡

♡ She's very confused when your heat doesn't start even after your scent starts to become a bit sweeter but then it dawns on her one day, you probably need your alpha's bodily fluids in order to get it started. She does start cooking you things with her saliva and cum mixed in which helps your scent but you still don't start heat which is confusing especially since she marked you which is supposed to induce heat in ones soulmate but the mark didn't last very long. Eventually she does decide she needs to get straight to business and just breed you anyways without the heat which luckily for her solved the problem. Finally all this alpha confusion is cleared up! ♡

♡ Unlike Eliza, Kassien is not in denial about you being an alpha, she's pissy about it but she can't actually deny it, plus she knows she needs to be sneakier about it. It's okay she can slowly fix this, it's just going to take a bit of patience and she can handle being patient. Your scent is weaker than hers which is good, you're still the lesser alpha so it won't take much coaxing on her part. Plus she's close enough to the boss to get some favors, some black market medicines sure to turn any alpha into a whining omega in heat. ♡

♡ She brings you food every day as any caring soulmate would and makes sure she always has a second coat on hand since you seem to be forgetting yours just so often, ignore how this coat she's given you as a replacement smells heavily scented and you're starting to feel weakened after you eat lunch everyday, almost like you need to go home and curl up under a few dozens of blankets. You almost whine in pain when the two of you part ways everyday but Kassien can't give in yet, the needier you get for her the closer you get to going into heat. This work would be for nothing if she came in and cuddled you after work, then your mind might clear and you'd have time to think about how weird all of this is instead of just thinking of how much you need your mate. ♡

♡ It finally happens about two months into meeting her which was fantastic since she was beginning to become desperate waiting for the effects to start to kick in. You didn't come in for work that day and she got a very tearful call from you telling her that you weren't feeling well and couldn't come in. She had told you she was going to swing by on lunch break to check on you but honestly although it would have made you even more whiny underneath her she really just couldn't wait to reap the fruits of her labor so she immediately headed towards you. You were hiding in a makeshift nest that you had struggled to throw together in your closet, in heat and likely about to go into an omega depression, it's a good thing your mate just happened to swing by earlier than planned. No she doesn't know what's happening to you either but she's always willing to help sweetness. ♡

♡ Nora isn't sure if she wants to, she really shouldn't after all she's pretending to be a beta just so you won't be afraid of your girlfriend being an apex alpha but the more she thinks about it the more it itches in the back of her brain, she can't let you stay this way, it's just wrong you have to be an alpha even if it means she has to break facade a bit, she just won't let you keep walking around as an alpha, your alpha pheromones honestly are putting her on edge and she has to fix this. ♡

♡ She confines you to her apartment the moment she decides what she's going to do and while she does feel bad about this her instincts are super pleased about this so why should she stop now, it wouldn't feel this good if it was the wrong thing to do. If she leaves you as an alpha you could leave her but if she makes you an omega you'd be completely unable to escape your apex alpha girlfriend and you'd probably be happier like this right? She goes the Eliza route of feeding you foods mixed with her bodily fluid every day until you start to feel weaker but she takes the adding step on forcing her cock in your pretty little mouth every time she's going to cum and forcing you to swallow. She's much too big to make you take it down there until it starts to take effect so for now this will have to do. ♡

♡ The day you start producing slick is a joyous day for her, she's felt really really guilty about all this and was starting to think it would never work but this is just evidence it's working very well. She can't wait for you to go into heat, she has to kick it up a notch now, then she can stop feeling guilty and you can stop crying every time she touches you to inspect if you've changed yet. ♡

♡ Sawyer snaps her fingers and just changes you before you even introduce yourself, she doesn't do it all of a sudden because she would want to hurt you but she wants you to have adapted to life as an omega before she introduces herself to you as your mate. It's rather frightening, you just slowly feel yourself getting weaker everyday, your scent is becoming more and more like an omega's and you feel yourself wanting to create a nest for the first time but crying because you've never done this before and you never seem to get it the way you want it to be with the blankets you already have so you have to finally venture into speciality stores to get new blankets for soft omega skin which helps but you still can't seem to make anything work for you. ♡

♡ Then a month into these changes your find your soulmate but it's when you're outside about to go into heat and crying because you don't understand why these changes are happening to you and while you would normally take your time getting to know your soulmate, likely freaking out because it's The Boss, you're just so relieved she's there, your soulmate is the only one you can trust not to hurt you in this scenario and so you allow her to help guide you through your heat, waking up happy but confused with a brand new mark and starting to come to grips with the fact you were probably never even an alpha to begin with since one day you randomly started to turn into an omega. ♡

♡ You still don't understand this whole omega thing but who better to help you adapt to it than your alpha soulmate, she makes sure you have everything you need to help you adapt to your new omega life and she even lets you build your nests in her office, how sweet of her! You still don't fully get the scenting stuff and it still makes you feel a bit weird seeing as two months ago you were an alpha but she's gentle with you even when you sometimes want to cling to your old alpha ways. Really you couldn't have asked for a better soulmate during these confusing times. ♡

[what-have-i-unleashed]

MMMMMMMm! Wonder what I'm going to pick 🤔 Classic + any/all of the MTT for 14? (ship or not idm) :3

classic + mtt!!! my new rising interest....

14. rollie - (g)i-dle

Sit up and you watch my freakin' crew They ain't give a second chance, it's true Pull up on your block, hey, you move

moving day is supposed to be simple. sans lugs a single box up the stairs. he’s humming a tune, completely unbothered by the world around him. behind him, his three self-appointed bodyguards – killer, murder, and horror – trail like hawks circling prey.

“this place is way too exposed,” horror mutters, his sockets narrowing as he glares at the complex’s open courtyard. “no natural defenses. too many escape routes. a disaster waiting to happen.”

“relax,” killer says, leaning against the stair railing with a sharp grin. “maybe the residents are part of some underground spy ring. could spice things up for us, huh?”

“or,” murder deadpans, “they’re just regular people. which makes any place suspicious by default.”

sans adjusts his grip on the box and glances over his shoulder. “you guys aren’t scaring the neighbors, are you? i kinda like the idea of people not screaming when they see me.”

“no, no,” killer says, waving him off. “we’re just… evaluating.”

“vetting,” horror corrects.

“being thorough,” murder adds.

sans stares at them for a moment, then shrugs. “alright, just don’t do anything i’ll have to apologize for later.” he heads inside, blissfully unaware of the planning brewing behind him.

***

first target:

horror zeroes in on a jogger stretching near the parking lot. the guy notices him looming and freezes mid-stretch.

“getting your steps in, huh?” horror grins, arms crossed. “or are you scoping the area? mapping the joints?”

the jogger stammers. “i- what- i’m just jogging!”

“sure you are, buddy,” horror sneers. he steps closer, his voice dropping. “how long have you been watching this complex? weeks? months? what’s your real plan?”

the jogger bolts away without answering, abandoning his water bottle. horror watches him go, snorting. “amateur.”

***

second target:

killer saunters up to an elderly woman sitting on a bench with her fluffy dog. his grin is wide and unsettling as he leans down to scratch the dog behind the ears.

“cute doggy you have here,” he says casually. “real… inconspicuous. bet it’s good for hiding bugs, huh? cameras? maybe even tiny explosives?”

the woman gasps, clutching the dog closer. “she’s just a dog!”

“just a dog,” killer echoes, tilting his head like he’s mulling it over. “or the perfect cover for you to survey this area.” he grins wider. “nice play, lady. i like it.”

the woman flees, her dog yowling in her arms. killer straightens up, chuckling. “they always run.”

***

third target:

murder blocks the path of a teenager walking through the courtyard with a bluetooth speaker blasting music. the teen frowns but doesn’t stop walking, instead walking past the hooded skeleton.

“turn that down,” murder says.

the teen pauses. “why?”

“because,” murder says, deadpan, “nobody listens to music that loud unless they’re trying to cover something.” he gestures toward the speaker. “what are you hiding? victims in your apartment complex?”

“i’m not holding anyone at my place!” the teen snaps.

murder doesn’t blink. “exactly what someone hiding something would say.”

the teen groans and hurries away. murder watches them leave, muttering, “how suspicious…”

***

by the time sans finishes unpacking the first box, the courtyard is eerily quiet. he leans out from the door and spots the trio regrouping, each looking way too pleased with themselves.

“hey, what’s with the silence?” sans asks, suspicious now. “did you guys actually scare off the neighbors?”

“scare?” killer grins. “nah, they were already scared. we just gave them a reason.”

“you’re welcome, by the way,” horror says, crossing his arms. “this place is probably twenty percent safer now.”

murder shrugs. “and quieter. you hate noise, right?”

sans groans, rubbing his nonexistent temples. “i don’t hate noise. i hate apologizing to people for your noise at night.” he points a bony finger at them. “you’ve been treating me like a kid all day, and you’re the ones causing trouble around here.”

“kid?” killer laughs. “sans, you’re practically a baby. no offense.”

“a babybones,” horror adds with a smirk.

sans raises a hand. “stop. just stop. you three need a hobby asides from terrorizing people.”

***

later that evening, there’s a knock at the door. sans opens it to find an elderly woman holding a trembling plate of cookies.

“h-hello,” she stammers, her dog peeking out from under her arm. “we, um, wanted to welcome you to the building. please… don’t let them-” she trails off, her eyes darting nervously past sans.

sans takes the cookies, glancing back at the trio, who are lounging like cats on the couch, staring at his direction unerringly. “don’t worry,” he says to the woman with a strained smile. “i’ll keep them on a leash.”

the woman nods quickly and flees. sans closes the door, turns to the trio, and narrows his sockets.

“alright,” he says, setting the cookies down on the coffee table. “what. did. you. do?”

killer shrugs. “just friendly neighborhood stuff. asking questions. bonding.”

“making small talk,” horror corrects.

“reminding people,” murder adds.

sans groans and plops onto a chair. “you know i’m an adult, right? i can handle myself. i don’t need three big bad skeletons playing cop with the entire building!”

“handle yourself?” horror scoffs. “you’re younger than some of my old boots.”

“yeah,” killer says, smirking. “besides, we can’t let you get snatched by a suspicious dog lady, sans. imagine the headlines.”

sans glares at them but grabs a cookie. “you’re all insane. but at least the cookies are good.”

the trio exchange smug glances and settle in, ready to guard their client for another day.

[fixaidea]

(No I haven't finished Sha Hai yet and I don't know if at any point the whole cats converges at Gutongjing or no, but let's suppose they do. Please forgive this nonsense, it was eating at my mind and I had to do something with it.)

I would be lying if I said I wasn't bothered by the tourist's presence. You would think the endgame of a decade-long revenge plan deserved some amount of dignity but apparently it was not to be.

My plans were finally coming together, I had all my allies and enemies exactly where I wanted them - and of course this was where the Universe decided to throw me a curveball. Not just any curveball either, no, but a duo of tourists.

Tourists! At Gutongjing!

One of them was Chinese, some guy called Twoflower. He claimed to have been from Beijing, but I hesitate to believe this simply for linguistic reasons. I know the Beijing dialect - and while sure, I understood his pronunciation just fine the sequence of words coming out of his mouth made no sense at all.

Supposedly he was an accountant from Beijing. All right, so far so good.

He saved up a little money and went to visit England. Sounds legit.

When in England he met his now-companion, Professor Rincewind, and hired him to show him around the place. Still sounds fine.

Now this was where I lost the plot - supposedly when on their way to visit the Tower (as in the Tower of London, famous historical prison in London, England) a 'little mishap' (Twoflower's exact words) happened and they 'must have taken the long turn a couple of times' and so they ended up here.

Here, as in in the desert, in Mongolia, in Gutongjing.

An accountant and a linguist. And sure, the professor looked appropriately close to a complete nervous breakdown, but Twoflower seemed only mildly distressed, and even that only because he lost his doggy somewhere.

***

And so here we were, friends, foes and strangers all gathered in a heap, completely surrendered without the slightest sliver of hope of escape. In the past this would have been the the moment when a deus-ex-Zhang-Qiling happened, but for obvious reasons this was now impossible.

My poor Pokerface - the thought of him only made me more depressed. Since Pangzi too was surely going to die here there would be no one to greet him when he finally returns, no one to pick him up and take him home.

I was so caught up in my pre-emptive grief that it took me a moment too long to notice that an eerie silence has fallen. Instead of advancing, all the snakes were staring at the chamber's only entrance. Confused, I strained my ears, but for a long while all I could hear was the breathing of the people behind my back... and then I finally noticed it: the faint tik-tik-tik sound of stubby claws on stone.

And there it was: the ugliest, most bug-eyed Chihuahua I've ever seen, clad in a little tartan jacket, looking like it was experiencing a perpetual Monday morning. Before the questions its presence raised could over-crowd my mind Twoflower's delighted shout broke the silence:

'Oh there you are, Luggage!'

The snakes cautiously advanced. The dog put its head down and growled.

I refuse to describe the rest of what I witnessed that day.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Aizawa Shouta NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: NSFW (Minors don’t interact), fem reader, daddy kink

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Let’s be real, this guy gets so tuckered out after sex that he really doesn’t feel like dealing with the cleanup. But he’s a man who takes responsibility, so if you two had intense sex, he’ll make sure to check in with you and tend to any spots he may have been too rough with. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For himself, he’d say his hair. Some may believe he doesn’t cut it out of shear laziness, and there is some truth to that. But he simply just likes having long hair. He loves the way you tug at it when you’re fucking. 

As for you, it’s your tummy that he loves the most. He loves to place his hands on it from behind, give it kisses, and rest his head on it while he sleeps.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he’d love to cum inside you, he doesn’t think it’s a smart idea because there’s always the risk of getting you pregnant. He likes cumming on your tummy instead. He likes seeing his white seed spread on it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A lot of his experience comes from late-night patrols and having sex in deep alleyways or on rooftops. He’s not proud of it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Some, but not as much as you’d expect. He rarely gets into committed relationships because he’s worried about opening up to people, and he doesn’t trust people easily either, so his sexual experience stems mostly from one-night stands or friends-with-benefits situations. Aizawa is all about technique. He’s amazing at what he does and is very observant to what makes you soaked. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes a lot of them actually. Mating press, spooning, cowgirl, doggy. If he had to choose, he’d probably say mating press because he feels the most in control of that position. And he just likes it when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and tug at his hair.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not at all. He’s pretty serious and focused during sex. If you make a joke he’ll usually ignore it or give you a, “really?”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He does not and will not shave. He doesn’t see the point in it. It’s a waste of time to him, and if you weren’t supposed to have hair then it wouldn’t grow. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He isn’t exactly romantic but he’s pretty affectionate with you. He’ll kiss you passionately and show you just how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s very good at suppressing his urges, but he’s human. He’ll whip it out when he’s really pent-up. Sometimes he watches porn, sometimes not. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This goes without saying but he likes bondage. Having you all wrapped up without any ability to move makes him feel good because it gives him the control he craves. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom. Despite having had sex in alleyways before, he doesn’t particularly enjoy the setting. He likes complete privacy. He also likes the shower because there’s easier cleanup. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Stress. There is only so much he can handle, and releasing it through sex is a great way for him to cope. He also gets pretty aroused when you sit on his lap when he grades papers. He gets a boner quickly feeling your ass pressed against him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like any schoolgirl or Sensei stuff. It reminds him of work and that’s something he doesn’t want to associate together. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving more, to be honest. Sometimes a blowjob is all that he needs. The feeling of your mouth on his cock drives him nuts. He’ll go down on you pretty often, though. He knows it’s a two-way street. His scruff feels so nice on your pussy. He knows how to exactly move his fingers inside of you while he toys with your clit with his tongue. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts off slow, sometimes achingly slow, but he progresses and speeds up, thrusting at a perfect pace. It gets rough and heavy by the end, he’ll pound your pussy, leaving you a slippery mess. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies because he’s usually short on time, but when he can help it, he likes to take his time and savor every moment of pleasure so that the climax hits just right. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not very risky. He doesn’t like the risk of being caught or doing anything crazy. He knows what he likes, and he tends to stick to it. He’ll compromise with you if there’s something you really want him to do, though. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One time. His refractory period is pretty long, and he gets so worn down after he cums. He can last a decent amount of time, though. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Before you, he didn’t own any, but he purchases a collar for you to wear. He also likes to use a vibrator on you when he goes inside of you because it stimulates your clit easier and the vibrations travel to his cock as well. However, he doesn’t really use toys often. He doesn’t need them to please you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

SUCH a tease. Very big into orgasm denial and making you earn it. He’ll have you begging for him to let you cum, and he always does, but he’ll drag it out. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud, but he does let out low hums and groans if he’s feeling particularly good. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ok I know I said before that he doesn’t like being called daddy, and he insists he doesn’t. Usually, it takes him aback. But catch him at the right time in the right mood, and he’ll get all hot and bothered. He’ll pick up the pace and curse under his breath. This is a fandom consensus but he also likes to call you kitty/kitten, especially when you call him Daddy.

“Can my pretty kitty cum for Daddy? Come on, I know you can do it for me.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 inches or a little bit more. THICK. It’s also got some veins and his balls are heavy. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t very high, but give him a while and he’ll get impatiently horny. From then on out, he wants to fuck the life out of you once he sees you. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He dozes off almost immediately after cumming. But he’ll make sure to pull you close to him to cuddle together until morning. Expect some forehead kisses and him stroking your hair. 

[akoma01]

gorou who sometimes just needs to be pampered...

nsfw under the cut, not proof-read its 2 in the morning

you both laid sprawled out over one another on your shared bed practically naked, gorou laying on his back as you clung to his side, legs tangled and head resting peacefully on his rising chest. it was quiet... not a word spoken between the two of you yet the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact it was... comforting! you both seemed to have that effect on each other.

as time went on and the music that was subtly tuning your thoughts from the apartment next door, your eyes slowly drifted to sleep. that was until you found a familiar fluffy tail wrapping around your waist and tickling your side. you laughed breathlessly, tilting your head to meet his gorgeous turquoise eyes with a smile.

“gonna get you back for that..” you slurred, your fingers crawling up his chest and immediately to his ears, giving them a little scratch. gorou whimpered almost insanely fast, turning his head away with a frown as if he was a little boy losing the bet of his candy to a big red-horned oni. 

“not the ears!”

“‘m sorry ‘rou.. i can’t resist.” you giggled softly, gorou turning his head back to face you. he thought you were so beautiful like this. so raw and just... happy.

the doggy general loved serving and protecting watatsumi island, don’t get him wrong, but moments like these are when he wished he could drop everything to stay with you at home forever. dancing in the kitchen as dinner cooked, his arm wrapped around your waist and other hand intertwined with yours, chests pressed together as you both immersed yourselves in the music. staying in bed curled up impossibly close so he could hear your heartbeat, a beat of comfort knowing you’re truly there with him and this isn’t some dream. kisses upon kisses upon even more kisses everyday...

gorou wanted that more than anything.

but he couldn’t.

the reminder of that overrode his brain, the smile you warmed up to slowly disappearing.

“’rou..? did i do something wrong? ’m sorry..”

“no...! no, of course not, my love.. ‘was just thinking too much.” he quickly reassured, resting his forehead upon yours as he closed his eyes gently.

“can i help you ease your mind..?”

that’s how you found yourself in your current situation, a hand in his boxers pumping at his length while you so subtly humped against the side of his thigh.

gorou was panting heavily, whines and whimpers spilling from his lips like a mantra. his ears and tail twitched every time you slid your thumb over the slit of his dick.

he looked so cute.

gorou’s face flushed a bright red, his eyes unable to stop admiring the way your hand was so gently stroking him. he felt completely powerless.. and he liked it. it was a break from the constant reminder that he is supposed to be in charge, instead he could allow himself to immerse into pleasure without having to do as much as lift a finger.

you pressed gentle kisses across his pectoral, teasingly biting his nipple every once in a while which only earned you a loud whimper and a string of pathetic scoldings.

“too m-much...” his voice was hoarse and almost unrecognizable. “think ‘m gonna cum...”

gorou looked at you with pleas practically written all over his face, desperate for his release. you only nodded and mouthed a ‘go ahead’ before his hips stuttered, thrusting up like a madman and whimpering uncontrollably. 

he soon came in his underwear, your hand gently stroking him to help him ride it out. gorou was gasping for air, trying to calm down from the heavy feeling of euphoria. his mind was heavy with nothing but pleasure, ears ringing and tail twitching.

your clean hand came up to cup his face, rubbing your thumb up and down his cheek in an attempt to soothe him. this caught his attention and pulled him out of his trance. gorou’s eyes were slumped and a smile of innocents adorned his usually neutral face.

“c..” he breathed heavily. “can i make you feel good now..?”