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your-internet-bf · 11 months ago

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It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."

You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...

"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"

"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?

"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"

Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.

"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."

As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.

We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.

"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.

I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.

"Very good, one more time for me."

You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.

"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."

The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?

While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.

"I'm - I'm sorry?"

"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."

You stare at me. "Remove my - "

"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.

I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.

I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.

Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."

I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."

Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.

"And spread for us, please."

Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.

"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "

You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...

My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".

The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.

The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.

"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."

The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.

You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"

"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"

You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.

One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.

It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.

The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."

Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."

"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.

You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...

The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.

You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.

"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."

Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.

"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."

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corkinavoid · 10 months ago

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DPxDC Summoning Failed Successfully

Imagine a warehouse. Imagine a bunch of cultists in dark robes with all the candles, daggers, ancient books, and chanting. Now add Danny.

Only not as the summoned being, no. As a sacrifice.

He is sitting down, tied to a chair, in the middle of the summoning circle, looking as bored and deadpan as he can possibly be. The cultists are chanting, and he frowns, listening to their chants for a moment.

"Hey, is that Latin?" He questions, but to no avail, "You know you're not actually using those words correctly, right?"

"Keep quiet, child!" One of the cultists snaps. Danny leans back in his chair and shrugs.

"I'm just saying, you ain't summoning shit with wrong grammar," he huffs, seemingly absolutely nonchalant about the whole thing. Oracle, who is watching the whole ordeal through the surveillance cameras, raises her eyebrows. Red Robin and Robin are already en route to the building the cultists chose for their extracurricular activities, but now she almost wants to watch this a bit longer.

Gothamites are pretty used to all kinds of shitshows, but this boy is from out of town. She checked him through facial recognition. Daniel Fenton, a transfer student from Amity Park, Illinois.

A few more cultists stop chanting and turn to Danny.

"Do you know Latin?" One of them asks, and the boy makes a half-nod, making a thoughtful face.

"Not fluently, but, like, it's a dead language, I felt kinda obligated to learn it. Just for the meme, you know?" He chuckles.

The cultists, judging by their confused silence, don't know. Barbara doesn't know what he's talking about, either. But she is almost curious now, so she taps Robin's and RR's comm lines:

"RR, Robin, when you arrive, don't jump into the scene," she asks.

"Understood," Tim answers immediately, but Damian, of course, demands explanations:

"Is there an obstacle?"

"Not really," Barbara humms, "The sacrifice is in the process of de-escalating the situation."

She can almost hear the questioning silence over the comm, but, thankfully, no one argues. Meanwhile, one of the cultists pipes up, voice full of doubt:

"So, you can... like, proofread our incantation?"

"Yeah, sure," Danny nods, apparently fine with being sacrificed, "Who you're trying to summon anyway?"

"Satan," that same cultist answers, and Danny laughs approvingly.

"Classic," he nods and smiles, "I'll give you this. The circle is mostly alright, so you don't need an incantation to summon the fucker, I have him on speed dial." And with that, he leans forward, screaming towards the floor: "Ey, Satan!"

Barbara must say the act was actually convincing, but he went a little overboard with it now. She reaches to tell both Robins to get in, but suddenly, a loud, booming voice reverberates through the building.

"The fuck do you want, kid?"

Cultists fall to their knees - it doesn't seem like an act of worship, more like their knees bucking. The whole circle dimly lights up in red, smoke raising from it.

"Do you see this shit, Oracle?" Red Robin questions, and she mhm's at him, not sure what else to say. If this is still an act or a trick, she must say it's a very good one. Although somehow she suspects it's not a trick. She's seen enough magic in her life to tell the difference.

"Do you want to come to Earth, be gay and do crimes?" Danny asks, almost mockingly.

"Fuck off."

The red light flickers and disappears, and Danny looks back up to cultists, grinning cheerfully.

"Welp, looks like he doesn't wanna," the kid concludes and stands up from his chair. Barbara hadn't seen when or how he got out of his bindings.

The cultists just watch him walk out of the circle in bewilderment.

"Pursue?" Robin's voice comes over the comms, and Barbara thinks for a moment.

"I get a feeling like that's a bad idea," Tim mutters over his line.

Barbara agrees.

#danny phantom #oracle #dc x dp #dpxdc #batfam #tim drake #damian wayne #red robin #robin #barbara gordon #i dunno its probably already been written more times than i can think of #i just enjoy the 'he doesnt wanna' bit #summoning #cork prompts

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dmitriene · 18 days ago

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cw: baby fever, breeding, everything is emotional.

simon riley never discussed a possibility of having a baby with you, and you kept silent either, knowing that the whole family thing is hard to him, both to think about and try to accommodate to, wrap and build it up, and even if he allowed to feel the craving to start a family, take risks and give a new life together, which will rely and depend on both him and you, he'd keep it encased, in his heart, behind a chain mail.

some guy, a former soldier under his lieutenant leadership, a young guy full of future and hope, invited you both to the sip and see party to meet his and his wifey's newborn girl, simon saved him, once, not attaching any importance to it, because for him, it was a matter of his service, but he didn't know that if the boy wasn't been so lucky to have someone who will have time to drag him to the side before the bullet hits him, he would never have known in his life that his wife was pregnant.

that's why you're both here, standing in the spacious, cozy living room, a table with some homemade appetizers and some easy beverages in the corner to your right, the baby crib standing on forgotten, because currently, the little, dovey girl are held in the soothing hands of her momma, rocked side to side, even though she's calm and giggly, looking around the blurry of curious, smiling faces of the people you don't know, but sense that they are a close one to the family, as you continue to watch.

simon is calm, as much as possible, none of the guests look at him as if he's some creep, which helps to create a favorable atmosphere in advance, but he's still out of his skin, a raw nerve, being invited to an event like that, standing beside you with his heavy hand tucking you close, draped around the slope of your waist, and the touch feels like a loose attempt to anchor himself in the moment, as if knowing, that without fail, you would help him, and you do, rubbing a soothing caress over his already paling knuckles.

he felt obliged to come and support the poor guy who was so infinitely grateful to him, so easily decided to invite him into his family, to show him his child, whom he was able to see and will be able to raise only because simon saved him then, smiled understandingly and warmly when he refused to get too close, to try and hold the newborn, although the nervous tremor in his scarred hands was uncontained, as was the slight glint of deep lodged uncertainty in his copper amber eyes.

little by little, the guests begin to talk to each other, mostly with the mother, sitting down on the big sofa in the middle and around, asking easy, curious questions and sharing endless congratulations, leaving the father with the child, he holds her carefully, kisses the top of her head and smiles brightly in response to her deciphered babbles, before he moves, heading towards the kitchen, near you before stopping, almost shifting from foot to foot before looking at simon, stretching out his arms along with the baby.

simon is confused, gazes down to meet the wide, curious eyes of the little girl, her lips pouty as she babbles something giddy and gasps some random sounds, and his eyebrows knit, almost menacingly, with his jaw working along the instinctive clench, yet, the guy doesn't backs away, smiling calmly, murmuring that he has to leave to the kitchen for a couple of minutes, and does not want to interfere with his wife's conversation, so he asks for a small favor, to hold the baby, as she already reaches out with a grabby fists, leaving no other chance.

that's when everything seems to change course, like a jammed hand on a clock, when he takes her in his arms, and she settles in the crook of his elbow, over the twiney muscle that is wound tight from his wrist to his bicep, sinewy, sculpted out of steel and made to break, yet, the little pea lays there as if on feather cushion, curled, glancing up through her long, fluttering lashes, smiling toothlessly up, and you both seem to be blinded out.

meeting each other's eyes, only to see the same kaleidoscope of unnamed emotions reflected upon you in simon's widened eyes, wavering, blinking rapidly over something he can't even comprehend, looking back down, and his scarred hand moves to thumb over the round tummy of the baby girl in his arms, coming up her pinky, full cheeks, marveling at the smoothness of her milk smelling skin, as she giggles to him, pleased and happy, in his arms.

it's overwhelming, out of a sudden, the want, untamed need, to see simon holding a baby that would be yours, to wake up in the morning to her babbles coming out of the crib, with her tiny body curled against his ample chest, sleeping in the protective circle of his scarred, roughened hands, with you leaning over from his side, cradled as close, cooing at her and then seeing the pooling, sun resembling warmth in his crinkled eyes, blanketing over you both.

the drive back home goes hand in hand, grip tight around each other's fingers, as you look out in the window, lost in the unexpected, but somehow welcomed fantasies of the future you didn't knew was that appealing, but you hesitate to voice it out, the images that flash in before your eyes, the clench you feel deep in your gut, something pulling, pooling, reminding of itself with wetness that seeps in through your panties, and even then, you keep silent.

getting back in the house, taking off shoes, outerwear, going further inside, out of the narrow hallway and into the living room, spinning around and letting simon follow you, press up against your back with hands that curl around your waist and sweep over to your stomach, stubble tickling jaw nuzzles in the back of your neck, searing breath stuttering, lips vibrating over a growl that makes you gasp and tumble his name as a needy, shattering, trembling whisper.

you should discuss it better than this, sit and talk, weight it all, but there's a fever, an unbearable pull that makes his fingers rip off your clothes, splay you down and over the cold, rumpled linen beneath your bowing, snapping back, a whisper, plea, coming from his chapped, bitten lips as a rumbled question, to let him get you full, tonight, pump his cum in, with pushing, working thrusts in the gripping, tight clutch of your needy, weeping cunt, and you agree.

between the wide open thighs, supple skin tingling with bruises and muscles cramping, cunt pulsing, gaping around simon's battering movements, rocking back and then ramming in, plunging back the escaping globs of cum your cunt tries to waste out, too full to hold in more of his warm seed, but your hips roll to coerce him deeper, indulging in every inch, pleading, moaning, sobbing, falling in note with his gravelly, wrecked vows to make you pregnant.

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acid-ixx · 9 months ago

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oooh so did we divorce Bruce, or is this an infidelity type of situation?

a loving family, an unpalatable desire: first meeting (unofficial)

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a/n: a tad bit nsfw. if this sounds messy, spare me. i'm running on like 4 hours of sleep and the will of a thirsty man in front of an oasis. i told yall im going insane for this plotline. ofc a&a still has my heart but I also love to occasionally write for smth else in the sidelines. send in more asks yall hehe.

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definitely an infidelity type of situation, anon! you see, the affair was caused by all mere coincidence. you were to attend with bruce in one of lex luthor's extravagant show of a gala, hold his arm for a brief moment when you walk out of the limousine, only to be abandoned right in the middle of the enormous room.

of course, the right reaction was to be pissed, to badmouth the very man who decided to court and entertain others in front of you; but you chose to stay silent, biting back choked tears by stumbling over the buffet table, only to be met with stupid, overbearing paparazzi and journalists.

so when clark kent rushes in to save you from stuttering over the dozens of microphones and cameras shoved right in your face, granting them access to your pathetic sobs— it's only right that your first reaction was to lean against his body, dismissing the hushed, harsh gossips of journalists.

it was at a time where you're not aware of his identity of superman. well, bruce barely permits you to enter the batcave, only if you stubbornly pester alfred does he let you, only to kick you, his darling spouse right out the moment you step on the cold, hard floors of the lair.

so it's not... a bad thing, right? your husband had a child with another woman, raised him as his own, didn't even bother to notify you with his infidelity— so is it your fault if you slowly start to fall for a man who promises you the world? who actually has the ability to give you the world in the palm of your hands? whose kid lets you pamper him without any fight?

sure, he's coping with... the loss of his previous wife but you're such a perfect spouse, so undeniably attractive, captivating in the hearts of many. your distant eyes, the way you bite the inside of your cheeks, the way your body sways back and forth as if begging for someone, your husband, to provide you a pillar of support in the suffocating heat of paparazzi.

he could be that pillar, could be your support.

when he first came up to you, his intentions weren't to obtain gossip about the oh-so silent spouse of bruce wayne. he didn't even want to acknowledge your marital status, palms already taking your wrist just so he could lead you off to somewhere quieter.

"it's an interview," he whispers an excuse to your reddened ears. but the buzz of his breath, the warmth, the caged arm on your waist tells you it's more than that.

but you don't fight back, you'd rather be anywhere than be the spotlight of a media that eats you up, makes you doubt your marriage even more.

so you're grateful that someone came to your rescue.

this would be the first time you ever saw someone as a savior, and it's not superman, no. it's clark kent, your resident, widowed, journalist.

and for clark's case, you warm his bed better than anything else. you allow clark this sense of respite, a break from heroic activities. allow him to be human, just as he allows you to play your fantasies of being a house spouse; you're perfect for each other.

to hell with useless marriage papers that don't even give bruce a sense of obligation to act as your husband, right? what can it do, when you're absolutely smitten with the current life you're living?

the first stages of your infidelity with clark is confusing, but very much welcomed into your already hectic life.

firstly, you convince yourself, it was all mere 'emotional cheating'. you began texting clark, he does too. an occasional greeting in messages, a passing congratulation for something, then the next it was good morning messages, 'have you eaten breakfast yet?, 'how'd the appointment go?'.

you don't know when it started, when your feelings started, when you began an intimate to romantic relationship with the man— all you knew was that the moment he revealed his superhero identity was the moment he decided to bed you for the night, the moment you grant the man, now your partner, access to every part of your depraved body, made him make you beg for more, giving him all the time in the world to kiss your imperfections, to fondle sensitive parts long untouched, to leave lovebites deeper and darker than the ones you caught bruce with.

you can't help it, he's unknowingly handsome, especially when he invites you over to his ma and pa's farm the next day, pretending to not notice the way your eyes hungrily flit over his topless body, sweat and budding pecs encased in a muscled form. over the course of dinner, you kept biting your lips, warm cheeks at the implications that clark merely wanted to sit next to you just so he could handfeed you, something about him being prideful that you'd definitely enjoy this week's harvest... but his fingers circling your thighs just seems to get you brain all haywired.

yet you stay, and continue visiting for long hours either way, enjoying the man's attention.

you know it's wrong, he knows it's wrong. but the way his son, jon looks at you like you mean the world, the way he's slowly starting to heal the longer you stay over at his place makes clark want to... what's the word? ah, he wants to turn you into his loving trophy spouse. all you need to do is provide jon with all the support in the world.

as for bruce... well, him and his family can deal with your absence for the first few months. but when the lingering feeling of emptiness becomes too much, when bruce no longer feels the worried gazes, or when dick can't hear anymore laughter in one of the supposed 'barren' rooms, or when tim's security systems tracked a missing device, one now in a completely different city.

that's when they start to yearn for someone they purposely let go

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lohotine · 3 months ago

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``Oh, You Liar!``

Multi Char Fic x AFAB! Reader (NSFW)

Ft: Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla, Affogato

CW: Cookiefucking(?) Cockwarming, oral, fingering, blowjob

°•《 AN: oh dear, did I miss valentines?》•°

MINORS DNI! NSFW FIC BELOW CUT

Shadow Milk Cookie;

oh, how you hated him! you knew he was mean, but you never thought it was to such an extent...

not letting you move, even though he was so close to your g-spot. he said he'd let you once he was finished going over some paperwork, but... he's taking forever! it's just not fair.

your shift your thigh ever so slightly. (you've been good for how long now? don't you deserve a little friction?)

the jester notices it instsntly and clicks his tongue in response. "ah ah ah- didn't I tell you to sit still?" he looks at you with lidded eyes, a faint expression of some sort of twisted amusment present through them.

"shadow milk.. you're s'mean to me... you're taking a long time on purpose-"

he grins at you, pressing his forehead to yours. "it'll only take longer if you keep distracting me like this... c'mon, it'll be over soon. just behave for a little while longer, yeah?"

hah! a little while longer my ass! knowing him, he'd probably continue stalling until your breaking point... the thought made you pout.

"what's that look for?" he asked, only to be met with your stubborn silence.

how unfortunate... he prides himself on getting reactions out of you, you know?

he presses a hot kiss to your collar bone, lightly sucking on the dough.

just what did he think he was doing? was he expecting you to sit still during this as well?

"mmph- shadow milk--" you grind your hips. (you just couldn't help yourself! not when you've been stuffed full for nearly an hour now...)

he places a hand on your knee, preventing any further movement. "that wasn't permission to move."

you can't help the whine that escapes your lips. "you're not being fair..."

he scoffs at the statement. didn't you know that he wasn't a fair man? "punishments aren't supposed to be fair. now stop moving, 'kay? i promise i'll be done soon..."

Pure Vanilla

"you... ah- said you were inexperienced!" you muster through hot breaths, hair sticking to your flushed face.

he spread your already soaking folds with two fingers, thumb resting on your bud. "mmm, but I am..."

one of your legs rests on top of his shoulder. he presses a kiss to your thigh, slowly moving closer to the spot where you actually want him to be.

(he sure was taking his time... there's no way he didn't know what he was doing to you!)

he places a kiss right on your cunt, and you can feel his hot breath at your entrance. still, he doesn't give you what you want.

"hurry up already..."

pure vanilla can't help but chuckle. "so impatient..." though, he obliges. he quickly darts his tongue in and out of your clit; its only purpose to get you even more on edge.

and before you can even say anything else, he pumped both fingers in, setting a steady pace. oh- and the way his tongue circled around your clit;

once... twice.. fuck! it drove you insane.

your mouth fell slack, unholy moans falling from your lips. tufts of his golden hair became tangled in your fingers as you grasped it.

of course, he didn't mind. it was only a sign that he was doing his job right. "ngh- pure vanilla-" you managed to choke out between moans.

he looked up at you, mouth never leaving your pussy. "mmhm?" the sound only worked as extra stimulation as it vibrated throughout your body.

what were you even asking for again? you couldn't even remember over how good the blonde was licking you up...

oh, it didn't even matter anyway! so long as he kept sucking on your cunt, you couldn't care less.

Affogato

having you here between his legs... doe eyes looking up at him-

it turned him on much more than he'd like to admit. your tongue licking the slit of his already leaking tip...

he sucked in the cold air through gritted teeth. he wasn't supposed to be getting so worked up over this, but the intoxicating feeling of your mouth on him was a pleasure he found much too enticing.

"you feel so fucking good, baby," he'd say, more labored breaths spilling from his lips.

how strange... the royal advisor was never a person to use such foul language. how did you manage to pull that from him?

you took more of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length and wrapping your hand around what couldn't fit into your mouth.

he grinded his shoe against your clothed entrance, trying to give himself at least some edge in this interaction...

he swore that he held more power over you, and he desperately wanted to prove that fact to be true.

"come on, don't you want me to touch you? don't you want my fucking hands on you?"

he became so desperate like this... so much for holding power over you! oh well, he was always a bit of a liar anyway.

each flick of your tongue sent another shiver up his spine. god, how were you so good at that?

he grabbed a fist-full of your hair and pulled you further onto his dick, gaining a gag from you.

oh how he loved the tears that picked the corners of your eyes!

though, he loved your mouth on him so much more...

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Nation's Little Slut

Lee Jieun (IU) x Male Reader (+4 more guys)

Legends Special Edition

Tags: airtight, anal, belt spanking, blowbang, bukkake, degrading, double penetration, fire, gangbang, gape, inverted facefucking, mouth/nose covering, object stuffing, pet play, (lots of) piss, rough sex, spanking, suspension, toilet sex, upside down, vibrator

Word count: 5872

To the general public, IU cultivates a bright, cute, and innocent image, letting her amazing talents do the talking and conquering audiences through her songs, earning the nickname of "Nation's Little Sister" over the course of the years.

Behind closed doors, however, things are much different.

"I've been waiting for a while to do this; I feel my birthday is the perfect day for this special performance," IU says as she orders the cleaning of her ample studio before her special event takes place.

IU is a little anxious, but at the same time, extremely excited to take on this challenge, as she welcomes you and your crew to the studio while on her knees. "Good morning, guys," she says. "Good morning, birthday girl. Are you ready for something special?" you reply to her, asking IU a question. "Of course, I'm more than ready," IU answers, albeit deep in her heart she isn't exactly fully ready.

"Shall we start?" you ask IU. "Of course, do it as you want," she answers. The guys surround her, smiling as they look at IU's small frame. You grab her neck, pushing her up as your crew quickly rips her outfit apart, making IU moan. One of the guys already takes her bra off, leaving IU with just her panties and her sneakers on.

"Are you sure you guys aren't going too fast?" IU asks. "No, now go slow and get on your knees," you tell her. IU obliges, dropping on her knees at your commands. "You'll like it; you're 32," you say to her, referencing one of her biggest hits but changing her age to her current one. "Get ready to blow these five birthday candles," you then continue.

IU smiles as she sees the crew of guys pulling their cocks down their pants. Five huge candles—no better birthday gift than this to the nation's little sister. Well, today she won't be it; she'll rather be vying for a different title: the nation's little slut. Heck, maybe the nation's biggest slut.

The first cock soon finds IU's mouth, quickly making her gag as she already gets her face fucked. "You're going to take every single one of them like a good girl," you say to her, coming from behind and grabbing her tits as IU gets her beautiful face plowed. "Many more to come," you say, the next guy grabbing her small head and going even harder.

"Use all your hands, get those dicks hard," you command IU, who sucks and jerks off all the cocks that come in her sight. "Keep going, blow those candles," you tell her as your cock finally finds her mouth for her first time. IU tries to keep a fast pace, you slapping your cock against her tongue as she keeps switching between sucking and jerking off all those cocks, you now slapping your shaft in her hair.

"Don't stop," you keep commanding IU as she gags on all those five massive cocks. "That's good, but I know you can take it deeper," you say to her as you grab IU's small head and shove your shaft deep in her throat, pushing her limits. "Wow, you can really take a cock like a champ," you say to IU, praising her deepthroat skills as she holds your cock for quite a long time in her mouth, following suit as she deepthroats the other guys.

The longer the blowbang goes, the better IU gets. "That's the noise we wanna hear," you say as IU makes gagging sounds, her tits getting groped as she just can't stop sucking those big cocks. "Keep opening that mouth," you command her, IU now taking the poundings on her face with such ease.

You and your crew slap your cocks in IU's sexy face. "Keep your eyes open," you say as the five shafts hit her from all directions. IU feels amazing, watching all those hard poles ready for her and feeling like a goddess worshipped by a bunch of horny men. She goes for a no-hands blowjob, bobbing her head in each shaft before you shove yours down her throat like a sword. She takes it with ease and then rubs your shaft all over her pretty face, continuing to deepthroat all the guys countless times.

"That slut is incredible; no wonder she has the whole country in the palm of her hands," you say, praising IU's incredible cock-sucking skills. "Don't stop, get those cocks wet for your pussy and ass," you say to her, IU following it to perfection as she rotates, gagging on each cock. "That's what I wanna see," you praise her one more time as she keeps going back and forth between all those cocks.

You grab IU's head, making her go from one cock to another, enjoying the hot sounds coming from her mouth as she sucks all of them. The guys jerk themselves off, enjoying as IU gets crazier and crazier. "Come on, get that dick, don't choke," you tell IU, fucking her face. "That's what I'm talking about," you say as she handles it with ease, your shaft bulging under her cheeks.

"Make her gag," you say as one guy fucks IU's face. Another one holds her nose, but IU seems to just be gag-proof; she was truly born to take cocks. As many as possible, not even flinching as she keeps moving from one cock to another. "Come on, baby," you say, slapping IU's ass as the blowbang keeps going.

"I think it's finally time," you say as you get ready to move to the next round. If it depended just on IU, she could go all day blowing those candles, but that was just the warm-up. You grab a rope from your suitcase, getting IU up and grabbing her neck. "Are you ready to be our little bitch?" you ask her.

IU gets stripped naked, keeping only her socks and sneakers on. You wrap the rope all over her body, putting her upside down with the rope tied to a support in the ceiling. Her tits get a special treatment, as they get crushed between lots and lots of rope, popping out beautifully. Finally, you attach a massive Hitachi vibrator to her pussy to stimulate her as she gets suspended upside down, all the blood of her body rushing to her head.

Speaking of heads where all the body's blood is rushing to, you and your crew of guys are hungrier than ever, your cocks ready to use Korea's most famous slut even further. IU starts moaning, trying to move as her body is completely immobilized. She looks down at the floor, a little scared, but doesn't even have time to react as you grab her body through a piece of rope wrapped around her navel and shove your cock straight down her mouth.

IU's body moves as you slowly stick your cock in her mouth, getting on your knees and grabbing her tits as you fuck her face, enjoying the gagging sounds of her mouth. "Come on, guys," you say, inviting the rest of the crew to do the same, laughing as each guy that comes next fucks her face even harder. "Look at the sounds, she really likes it," you say as the face-fucking session picks up some steam, all the guys surrounding IU jerking their cocks off waiting for their turns.

"There you go," you say as one of the guys shakes his cock inside IU's mouth, making her drop some saliva to the floor. "Yes, baby, spit all over those cocks," you tell her. "Stick that tongue out," you then follow as you take another turn in her mouth.

One of the guys lies on the floor and starts pumping his cock upwards into IU's mouth. "Damn, you guys are really using her," you say, laughing and enjoying IU getting her face plowed from down low. "Already training to fuck that pussy?" you ask, jerking your cock off to the scene as IU takes a nice throat pounding.

You decide to go next, trying that same position but a little slower. Saliva comes out of IU's mouth as your cock hits the perfect spots inside her warm hole, trying to push deeper and making her gag. She sticks her tongue out as you pull out a bit before resuming as you grab her head and attack her throat as if you were attacking her pussy.

The guys rotate as they give IU a very unusual unusualface-fuck session. You slap your cock against the entrance of her pussy, enjoying a bit of the massage the vibrator gives her. You then eat it out as you get on your knees and fuck her face at the same time, using your tongue as a supplement for the vibrator while spanking her ass.

IU keeps gagging on your friend's cocks and getting her face fucked while you play with the vibrator around her pussy. "Fuck, that's a good girl," you praise her as she drops more saliva onto the studio's floor. You rub your cock against her face. "Put that tongue out," you tell her. "How does it taste?" you ask her, but her answer is just a bunch of unintelligible sounds.

"We got more things lined up for you, little girl," you say do IU as you put an end to the facefucking session, turning her face red with another push of your cock deep in her throat, IU sticking her tongue afterwards as she loses a bit of her air.

"You're gonna love what we have in store next for you, girl," you say to IU. "Are you ready to get fucked hard?" you ask her. "Yes, sir," she answers. "I can't hear you, say it louder," you reply. "Yes, sir," IU says, raising her tone before you shut her up with your cock. You adjust the rope's position, putting her back facing the right direction, but spreading her legs wide open in a full split, tying them up to the ceiling of the studio as her pussy is now ripe for the taking.

IU moves her feet a bit, the only part of her body not completely immobilized. She looks down to her pussy and then in the direction of your crew, moaning a bit, the dark skin surrounding her throbbing clitoral area contrasting with her pale skin. You get close to her, putting your hands in her pussy and making her moan. "That's so beautiful," you say as your friends fight for every inch of her body like a bunch of horny demons surrounding a goddess.

You take first dibs on IU's pussy. To your surprise, she's quite tight, her pussy still feeling like new despite her already being in her 30s. "Hmmm, hmmm," she softly moans as you give your first thrusts inside. "Let's go, guys, get that pussy," you say as you give room for the next guy, who already comes pumping her pussy hard. "Good girl," you say to IU, getting behind her and choking her and groping her tits.

IU lets out a couple of muffled moans as her suspended body swings with the hard thrusts your crew gives her. One guy after another, they all get a piece of her tight pussy, IU doing everything in her power to take it like a champ. "OHHHHHH," she screams, closing her eyes as one cock hits her cervix. You take your turn next. "Open your eyes," you command her. "AHHHHH, YEAH," IU screams, the heat in her pussy turning up as you attack her even harder.

IU's pussy keeps getting passed around. "AHHHH, AHHH, AHHH," she moans, getting choked as she gets fucked, having no control over her body as one horny dude after another keeps going inside her. And that's just the beginning.

You grab a stool and slide your body under IU's, shoving your cock inside her asshole. "FUCKKK," she screams as her tight butthole gets impaled by your massive meat. "AHHHHH," she screams, you already pumping hard upwards from the get-go. "Open that ass," you tell her.

Another dude comes in and stuffs IU's pussy, double penetrating her for the first time. "YES, YES, YES," she screams, a little overwhelmed by the pair of cocks splitting her in half. "AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she continues to scream, closing her eyes as you anchor a hot DP, pumping her ass nonstop until the next guy finds his way into her pussy, which is already completely wide open. "Fuck, you've got such a nice tight ass," you tell IU as the DP continues.

IU grinds her teeth as she keeps getting choked and double stuffed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she says repeatedly. "Come on baby girl," you say, letting another guy anchor the DP now and taking your cock in her pussy. All IU can do is moan and close her eyes. "RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, YES, YES, YES, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM," she begs as your cock makes her pussy squirt for the same time.

"OH MY GOD, PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE," IU continues to beg as your crew only ramps up the intensity of the DP. "FUCKKKK," she loudly screams, getting treated like a fleshlight whose only purpose is to get stuffed from all sides. You and your guys keep taking turns, another dude now taking the anchor role. "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," IU keeps repeating.

"You need more cock, slut?" you ask IU. "Yes, I do," she answers as the cocks keep going in and out of her eyes. "Come on, baby, open your legs," you say as you take another turn in her cunt. "AHHHH YES," she screams, you making her body bounce like crazy. "Oh shit, that's so much cock," she says, and you guys seem determined not to stop. The more "fucks" that come from IU's filthy mouth, the harder you and your friends fuck her.

"MORE, MORE, I WANT MORE," IU begs as she gets double stuffed. "Are you ready to cum?" you ask her, the whole switcheroo still going harder than ever. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," IU curses, you groping her tits and choking her as she gets stuffed, treating her like a ragdoll.

"Do you wanna cum?" you ask IU again. "YES, I DO, PLEASE, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM," she screams as you shove your hands in her pussy, making her squirt. "Are you cumming?" you ask her. "YES, SIR, I'M CUMMING," she answers, making it rain all over your cock while the other guy takes a couple of hard stabbings in her butthole.

"AHHHHHH," IU screams as her legs tremble and her body convulses into a hard orgasm. You come in and fuck her ass one final time, providing what would be the end of that suspended DP session as IU screams with her holes extremely sensitive now. Her formerly pale skin now turns completely red as she gets utterly ragdolled, truly earning the nickname of nation's little slut. "Is that what you like?" you ask her. "YES, SIR, I LOVE BEING USED LIKE A FUCKTOY," she answers.

After a few more turns from you and your friend in her pussy, you finally take IU out of her suspended position. She's so wasted she can't even stand on her feet when she gets back on the floor. "It isn't over yet," you say to her.

"You like it rough, don't you? You like being punished, little slut?" you ask her. "Yes, I love being punished like the good slut I am; that's the perfect birthday gift you guys are giving to me," IU says. "Good, I love using you like a bitch too," you reply to her.

You grab IU's neck one more time, fingering her pussy as you start spanking her whole body. "Hmmmm," she moans as you get rougher with her. "I'm ready to punish you even further, you fucking slut," you say, covering her eyes and pushing her towards another guy, who spanks her tits.

"Get your ass up," you tell IU, as one of the guys brings a belt from your suitcase, IU getting hit hard by it. "OHHHHH," she screams with a smile on her face. You grab the belt, using it to tie her arms up, and another guy stretches her mouth, and another one spanks her boobs. You bend IU over, ready for her to get spit roasted in a standing position. "Arch that ass," you tell her.

You tie IU's fingers with a piece of toilet paper. "You're gonna burn, bitch," you tell IU, grabbing a lighter and lighting up the paper. She tries to run, a little scared. "Ask for a cock before your hands are on fire," you tell her. "Please, please, give me a cock," she begs, feeling scared.

IU keeps begging as the fire keeps burning the paper. "Beg harder," you tell her. "PLEASE, PLEASE, GIVE ME A COCK," she screams, you finally shoving her face against a cock. "Good girl," you tell her, switching a tied-up IU between the shafts of your friends. "Who got the best cock in the room?" you ask her. "You, sir," she answers.

"Then suck it," you tell IU, shoving your balls in her face and fucking it hard as you spank her body. Your crew surrounds her, IU getting all the cocks slapping in her face once again as she starts losing her breath. You grab her hair and hold her nose, IU getting another round of facefucking as her face turns redder and redder.

"May I have your cock, please, sir?" IU asks, begging. "I can't hear you," you say to her. "MAY I HAVE YOUR COCK, PLEASE, SIR?" she asks. You stuff your cock in her mouth for more deepthroating, hitting her tits as you plow her face.

IU bends just enough to leave the room open for one of your guys to shove his cock in her pussy, you keeping your feet in her back as she gets fucked. "Rule number one: face down, ass up. Please stay like that, you fucking little cunt," you instruct her. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH," she screams and smiles as she gets her ass spanked hard.

IU drops further to the floor, going from her position with both her hands and feet planted on the floor to completely on her knees. "Get on your knees and kiss my feet," you tell her, IU obliging as she gets pounded hard in her pussy. You take full control of her, grabbing her panties and shoving them down her mouth, muffling her moans as you attack her pussy in a mating press position, one of your friends stomping her head with his feet.

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hnmm," IU moans with her panties in her mouth. You pound her pussy hard, spanking her whole body too and spitting on her whole. You pull out and then take her panties from her mouth to her pussy. "A useless cunt for a useless cunt," you say to her, shoving your cock in her asshole next.

"AH FUCK," IU screams as she gets anally penetrated. "YES, YES, PLEASE FUCK MY ASS," she begs, you taking it really hard as IU stays with her legs over her head. You shut her mouth with your hands, spanking her body as you shove her panties deeper in her pussy.

"It's an anal buffet, guys, only in the ass, please," you command to the guys as they take turns inside IU's butthole, quickly getting it very gaped and used up. "OH FUCK," she screams as she gets treated like a fuckdoll. "THAT'S IT, FUCK ME HARDER," she begs. "Shut the fuck up," you tell her, shutting her mouth as one of your friends vigorously fucks IU in her ass.

The anal pounding keeps going. "MORE," IU begs as her pink anus gets abused nonstop. "We're gonna spread that ass wide open; you're not gonna shit for a whole week," you promise to her. IU only closes her eyes and takes the heat, her face redder than a jalapeño at this point. You grab another piece of toilet paper and try to shove it inside her pussy. "Damn, it's so tight I'm struggling to fit in alongside your stupid panties," you say to her.

You lit the piece of toilet paper on fire. "Guys, we are fucking her so good her pussy is on fire," you announce. IU gets scared as the fire slowly approaches her vaginal entrance as you pound her ass. "What is your best hole?" you ask her. "My fucking asshole," IU answers.

You take the toilet paper out just as the fire approaches IU's pussy. "Please fuck my asshole," she begs, another guy taking his turn on her now and spanking her hard. "AH, AH, AH, AH, YES, YES," she screams, him choking her and hitting her face and legs nonstop. You go next, shoving IU's hair in her face and covering her mouth for another round of rough anal before grabbing it and putting her on all fours for more ass-fucking.

"Please, please, use my asshole," IU begs as she gets a nice pounding that makes her little tits bounce while you take her ass in an animalesque doggy-style position, hitting it fast and hard. You mount on top of her, stomping on her head as she gets anally destroyed.

You drop IU to the floor, and one of your friends slides immediately under her body, sticking his cock in her pussy. You waste no time and take your cock in her ass, spanking her back as IU gets back to being double penetrated, but this time another cock also fills her mouth, making her go airtight.

"You look so stupid with all these cocks in your holes," you mock IU as you stuff her ass hard. The guy at the bottom grabs her body, pushing it in his direction as he pumps her pussy hard. You tease IU, getting your cock in and out of her ass multiple times. "HMMM, HMMM, HMMM, HMMM," she moans while gagging on another dude's cock before they suddenly turn into hard screams as he pulls his cock out to jerk off a little to the scene.

The cowgirl DP keeps going for a while. "OH FUCK, AHH, AH, AH, YES," IU screams, her mouth quickly getting shut as she goes airtight a little more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you can hear her screaming with a cock stuffed in her mouth as you pound her ass hard while her face gets stuffed too.

You grab IU by the piece of rope still tied on her body, using it to control her. "Tell me who's your boss, you fucking slut," you say to her. "It's you, sir," IU says as it gets muffled in her mouth. Soon, you pull out of IU's ass, watching as your crew takes care of her and stuffs both her holes. You now get in front of her, but instead of stuffing her mouth with your massive cock, you decide to shove another piece of toilet paper in her mouth, toying with her as this time you threaten to set it on fire but ultimately decide not to.

You enjoy IU's muffled moans as she keeps getting double stuffed, watching your crew make good work of her used-up fuckholes. IU gets disciplined hard, her getting treated like a pet. "Come on, bitch," you say, spanking her ass and finally shoving your cock in her mouth.

"OH FUCK," IU screams as one guy shoves his cock hard in her ass. You just pull yours out of her mouth, spanking it and leading her to make some weird sounds before you shove it back inside, enjoying the loud screams. IU now lets out every time a new cock gets inside your asshole, your hard meat in her mouth unable to stop her. "OHHHHH SHIT," she continues to scream, one guy after another taking turns in her ass, the lucky guy in her pussy just pumping it for a good 10 minutes right now. "Come on, bitch, scream for us," you tell her as you laugh at her being used like a fuck toy. "FUCK," IU then screams. "Fuck what?" you ask her. "MY PUSSY, MY ASS, MY MOUTH, EVERYTHING, I'M A USELESS CUNT, A STUPID SEX DOLL," she proclaims.

"Flip her around," you tell the guys as they just can't seem to stop manhandling IU in a cowgirl DP. After so much fucking, hitting, and spanking in her stupid holes, IU is completely numb, taking a little time to turn around as she puts her legs up and gets her ass pumped from down low now. "Quicker," you command her. You can't resist her enticing, wide-open cunt popping out, and you quickly stuff it full of your cock.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," IU moans as she gets stuffed in a reverse cowgirl DP now. Another dude sticks his cock in her mouth, getting the nation's little slut fully airtight. "I can't hear anything," you say as IU's moans get muffled, the guys using every inch of her body to please themselves, one dude jerking himself off using her feet, another one rubbing his cock in her hair.

"Right there, right there," IU commands as she keeps getting double-stuffed. "Open it up," you command as the guys now take turns in her very used-up pussy. IU just moans softly, taking all these cocks like a champion. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," she repeatedly moans, fingering herself and getting ready to cum.

"Come on, cum on these cocks," you tell IU as she starts to get increasingly more sensitive. "Yes, yes, please, make me fucking cum," she begs, you touching her tits while she gets pounded by two of your studs. You wrap the belt around IU's neck, treating her like your pet as she gets stuffed full of cocks.

"Open your mouth, you stupid cunt," you say to IU, stuffing your cock in it and spanking her body as she gets put under a full nelson while getting double stuffed. "AHHHHH," she screams, you quickly shutting her up with your cock as her face turns redder and redder, you enjoying her muffled moans all over your cock as you grab her head and fuck her face.

You keep spanking IU's face as the guy fucking her pussy also chokes her. You then cover her mouth, trying to take IU's air as much as possible. The DP keeps going harder and harder; IU turned into a fuck doll as your crew rotates inside her pussy like a buffet.

You decide to take your turn in IU's pussy as well. "What am I doing to it?" you ask her. "Fucking it while I get fucked in the ass," she answers. "You look so stupid getting stuffed like that," you mock her. "AHHHHHH," IU screams, you pinching her tits and fucking her pussy harder and deeper than everybody else.

"Come on, guys, one last round in her ass," you say as you get on the floor next. "Come here too and sit on this cock," you tell IU, pumping her hard from down low as she tries to ride it. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," she screams as she gets pounded, the guys coming from behind and stuffing her ass. "FUCK," IU keeps screaming, but quickly goes airtight again. She's been fucked for a while now and can barely say any words besides cursing as she keeps getting stuffed full of cock from all sides.

"AHHHHH YES, YES, YES," IU keeps screaming as both your cock in her pussy and one of your crew in her ass pound her hard. "What do you say, slut?" you ask her. "Thank you, sir," she answers, almost collapsing as her holes get more and more gaping. You attack her pussy nonstop, making her moan like a bitch as the cock-in-the-ass rotation also keeps going. "AHHHHHH," she continues to scream. "Come on, be a good girl," you say to her.

"Say it again, bitch," you command full obedience from IU. "Thank you for using my fucking holes," IU answers. "I can't hear it, bitch," you reply. "THANK YOU FOR USING MY FUCKING HOLES," she screams loud and clear. "Yes, that's what I wanna hear; you deserve a reward for that," you say.

"Open your mouth, you filthy cunt, get on your knees and get ready to take your reward," you say as you give the green light for one of your friends to grab IU's hair and take her out of the DP. IU closes her eyes as you grab a permanent marker and start writing on her forehead. "Look at you, a stupid cumslut waiting for all that cum," you tell her as the word "SLUT" gets drawn on her forehead.

"Let's make it clear what you are," you say to IU as you finish writing it. "Now tell us what you want," you continue. "I want some cum, please," she begs. "Please, please, cum in my face, give me all that hot cum, please," she continues to beg on her knees.

IU keeps begging as your crew starts jerking their cocks off close to her face. "All over my face, please, give it to me," she says as the first rope of semen covers her face. You put toilet paper in her mouth, lighting it up as you make her beg for the next load, IU asking for it with her mouth getting muffled as she receives another pair of shots in her face. "Oh, thank you," she says, one guy slapping his cock on her face.

"Lick what dropped to the floor before you get mine," you command to IU. As she licks the cum from the other guy, you surprise her from behind, fucking her in the ass one final time. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," she screams as you drill her hard for about 10 seconds before turning her in your direction. One more guy ejaculates in her face. "Oh yeah, more cum for me," she says, celebrating, before you prove to her that the best was saved for last, giving her an enormous blast of sperm right in her eyes.

"I think that's it for today, guys," you say as you take a picture of IU's bukkaked face, all the cocks surrounding it proud of their work. The other guys leave, you staying alongside IU in the room and telling her a few words.

"We aren't done yet; we have to clean it up," you say to her.

"I can do that," IU answers you. "No, you didn't understand; I'll be the one cleaning it up," you tell her. "What do you mean?" she asks. "I'll show you," you answer.

You drag IU using the belt on her neck. "Come here, my stupid little pet," you say to her. IU crawls across her studio, you laughing at her as you arrive at the bathroom. "Suck it," you tell her, IU bobbing her head on your cock and spitting on it to get it hard again.

You open the toilet lid, making IU stare down at it. She sticks her tongue out, giving you the green light as you pee on it. You urinate on the toilet, IU trying to catch a bit of your pee raining down, before you get behind her and fuck her ass doggystyle, IU on all fours as you grab the belt and start using her like your pet.

"I love fucking that ass," you tell her. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she starts screaming. You increase your pace, groaning like an animal. IU gets pounded so hard she can barely stand on her feet, her cheeks clapping nonstop. You shove her pretty face down the toilet, trapping it with the lid as you flush the toilet down with her face in it, rubbing your cock in her face to show her your ownership of her, before peeing a little bit more and shoving her face down one more time, bringing it back to grab IU through the mouth as you pound her like an animal.

You sit on the toilet, pushing IU's face against your cock as you make her deepthroat it. IU promptly gags, barely able to breathe after being fucked so rough. "You need more cleaning," you say to her, letting IU briefly eat her ass before you grab the toilet paper, shove it in her head, and fuck her against it.

"FUCK MY ASSHOLE," IU screams so loudly you can hear it through the toilet paper in her mouth as you fuck her while she's on all fours. You remove the paper, putting one of her legs in the shower's support and attacking her ass hard. I'm completely numb after so much rough pounding. "Oh, fuck," is all she can say as you hold her nose while fucking her and then stretch her mouth.

"Thank you for using my fucking asshole, sir," IU says as you sit on the toilet seat and let her ride your cock a bit before fingering her pussy and making her squirt. "Cum, cum, cum," you say, slapping her cunt a couple times and enjoying her squirt.

You drag IU back to her studio, you bending her over as you fuck her hard in the ass. "Spread, keep that ass open," you tell her. You mount on top of her and stomp on her pretty face, punishing her for being a stupid slut. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," is all she can say; each thrust for her now is a pain in the ass, her hole completely sore. You grab her hair, manhandling her like an animal, before shoving her to the ground and attacking her ass nonstop in a hard drilling that almost breaks IU in half. "AHHHHHH YES," she screams as she gets pounded into oblivion.

"OH SHIT, OH SHIT," IU continues to scream as the pounding keeps going. "Oh shit, what?" you mock her, tightening the grip of the belt on her neck as she gets anally drilled like a sex doll, her hair getting pulled hard.

"Get back on your feet and show me your camera," you say to IU as you reference her ass, her obliging and spreading it and showing you her massive gape after so much fucking. You direct her towards the mirror as you enjoy seeing the view of her gaped asshole. She then winks her gape for you just as you point your cock to her spread ass, peeing on her gape and making her moan as you turn it into your personal urinal.

"Now turn around, get on your knees," you tell IU, pissing all over her face next and cleaning any remnants of cum and ink from her face. "Now you're fully clean," you say as IU opens her mouth to catch some of it, you peeing so hard you cover her whole body full of your yellow liquid.

"Happy birthday. I guess that's it for today; the U in IU now stands for urinal," you say as you finally get yourself ready to leave her studio.

"Yes, baby, you can come back any time to my studio and turn me into your urinal," IU says.

#iu smut #female idol smut #male reader smut #kpop smut

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bamjio · 10 months ago

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❛ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 ❜— ✿ .. deadpool headcanonns!

BEING WADE WILSONS' ONE AND ONLY ❛ WIFE. ❜ !

⋆˚✿˖° — CLINGY! it's honestly feels suffocating. Does he know personal space? of course. does he oblige to that rule? he'd rather dig logans burial.

— it doesn't matter, wade believes that if you love someone you won't let them go, literally.

— you'd always wake up to him tightly hugging you down, his arms and legs hovering your figure. don't think of letting go, cause he'll just grip more.

— expect him to go over your workplace and hang out there till the end of your shift, he won't budge even if the manager threatened to call the cops.

— goodness, he's just so obsessed with your scent, skin, hair, face, lips, arms, ❛boobies❜, and everything. he'd rather cut his head off than avoid you for a solid 3 days.

⋆˚✿˖° — CHILDISH! is wade a grown man that kills people or a child that wants your attention 24/7? Well, he's a child that kills and wants your attention.

— him being your husband feels like your with a child that won't grow up, he loves making a huge mess, doing anything to impress you, even fighting Logan for fun to show off who's stronger.

— wherever you both go, he'd always wander off somewhere; bothering someone or touching things that aren't supposed to be touched. and you're always panicking looking for wade, usually takes a few hours until he magically finds you, or you find him.

— loves likes seeing you angry, he claims that it's ❛super hot❜ and ❛cute, looks like a cat❜, so he'd bother you every unexpected time, whenever you'd read a book he likes to steal it and read it out loud, whenever you're on the verge of slumber; he'd either yell or picture your sleepy state.

— you're like a mother always scolding wade, and thankfully he obeys you, like a guilty child. yet his manners still come back like his life, you will never get tired of him though, and he knows it.

⋆˚✿˖° — OVERPROTECTIVE! your friends call it lovesick, but him and his 'audience' call it protecting! yeah, maybe he did kill your co worker because he called you crybaby, but thats besides the point.

— special forces, mutant, anti-hero, killer; yadayada, he's everything not a simple man could protect, call him delusional but unexpected things happen, you could get assassinated while eating breakfast, or worse. It's not being too weird, it's being considerate.

— definitely forced Logan to look after you once, not that he minds; Logan admires you. and that turned out to you finding out and scolding wade, being a big baby he is— he definitely didn't talk to you.

— ❛whos that in my bosses office??❜ suprise! it's wade holding a gun to your superiors head while waving at you, well because your boss threatened to fire you.

— in realities and seriousness, he doesn't wanna loose you. loosing someone pains him so much, yet being annoying is the only way he can cope. he lost so much people and he can't afford to loose you too. and him being wanted and a so called 'villain' in every story, he knows one day theyll figure you out.

⋆˚✿˖° — LOYAL! before the day you guys talked, he vowed that if he finds himself attach to another woman romantically, he'd hang himself. he loves you and even if you didn't, no one could ever replace you.

— despite lotta girls getting attracted to him, his eyes will be locked at you. his ears and eyes will forever be yours to catch.

— won't hesitate to slam a girls face into a metal table if they'd ever flirt with you, even with him showing you off. What's only stopping him is you not wanting him to harm anyone, and he's definitely obedient when it comes to you.

— define bare minimum, cause he definitely isn't just the minimum. his profiles in every social contains either your face, or you and him. not only profile, also his header and posts, tagging you whenever he interacts with his 'fans' putting "with — y/n wilson" "my wife — y/n Wilson" "fbm —y/n wilson" and anything that contains you.

— would you really doubt your crazy husband and his whatever audience? Looks can deceive and he's the frame for it, honesty and loyalty is his integrity, he vowed to you and shown his loyalty, and he would never break it.

⋆˚✿˖° ❛iris — tggd❜ , ❛she will be loved — M5❜.

#⋆˚✿˖° . mcu core #marvel #deadpool #marvel x reader #deadpool x reader #wade wilson x reader #xmen x reader #x men comics #x force #deadpool vs wolverine #deadpool headcanonns #x force x reader #xmen fanfiction #xmen #wade wilson #ar ar grrr #deadpool 3

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sweetiechenle · 3 months ago

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pls pls pls can you write some jaemin smut 😩 i just knowww he would be a dom

pairing: jaemin x afab!reader

w.c.: 1.7k

warnings: mdni 18+, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, reader and jaemin are tipsy but its all consensual, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, exhibitionist jaemin he wants yall to get caught so bad, dirty talk, jaemin is a dom because yeah, pet names, praise, you're a freak, jaemin is a freak, we're all freaks.

requests are always open ＼( 'ω')／

it was loud, wet, and sticky. your skin crawled every time your shoes lingered on the floor, leaving a squishy sound with every step. but of course, you could never deny anything of your boyfriend jaemin, and his friends. they dragged you to a mutual friend's apartment for a small party, about thirty people in a two bedroom apartment with one bathroom. jaemin stopped by a convenience store to get you your own alcohol so you wouldn't have to drink 'shitty stuff at the party' as jaemin put it. and of course, being the loving girlfriend, you were already five drinks deep. jaemin being four, he wasn't drunk, but you could tell he was on his way there from the way his face flushed pink.

you were well on your way, the plane had already taken off at this point. you danced with haechan, took shots with mark and jeno, and sang a random song with renjun, and you had just ended your third game of beer pong with chenle and jisung. your boyfriend jaemin was nowhere to be found, stumbling around the living room, you quickly spotted his platinum blond hair on the couch surrounded by people.

you walked over to him as best as you could in your drunken state, grabbing the arm of the couch and plopping down right on his lap. his lips immediately radiating a smile as he saw you, 'hi babyyy' he slurred out, definitely tipsy now. you gave him a smile, a devious smile. one he knew well, you put your chin down and stared up into his eyes through your eyelashes, brandishing a coy smile.

jaemin gave you a questioning look, snaking his arms around your waist to hold you in place. 'did ya need something babe?' you hummed, turning back to look at him again. eyeing him up and down, like he would be your last meal, you hummed, lightly grabbing his hand that was placed on your stomach.

'jaemin, i need you' you whispered in his ear.

he knew you were, for the past five minutes, all you were giving him were bedroom eyes, drunken lust that burned right through your core. you needed him now, and he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

'baby, can you wait until we get home?' he whispered back, trying his hardest to restrain your urges.

didn't work because as soon as he said that you whined loudly and pouted, digging your hips into his growing bulge. 'but-' he cut you off with a soft kiss, letting it linger for a moment, gone too fast.

'impatient' he tsked, feigning disappointment, 'get up' he demanded.

you immediately obliged, feet scrambling to stand up so jaemin could too. he sighed and grabbed your wrist, leading you to the only bathroom in the apartment. jaemin jiggled the handle only to find it locked, he pounded on the door with his free hand, 'hey! open up' he shouted, 'my um, girlfriend is about to throw up' his quick thinking did the trick, and a moment later a random guy came stumbling out with an apology.

your boyfriend led you into the bathroom, promptly shutting the door and locking it. you stood there waiting for his next move. he walked up to you, trapping you between him and the sink (that wasn't any cleaner than the whole place). you braced yourself, staring up at him, gripping the fake porcelain behind you. 'so needy tonight' jaemin breathed, 'don't worry darling, i'll take care of you' he dipped down and grabbed your thighs, pulling you up so you could sit on top of the sink. he didn't want to bother with a lot of foreplay, he knew he had to be fast.

jaemin started with your pants and underwear, lowering them down to your ankles. you shuttered as the cool breeze hit your bare skin, your boyfriend was quick to replace it with the warmth of his hand, rubbing the soft skin up and down and then moving in a small circular motion, making you moan at the contact. he pushed a finger into your pussy, earning a groan from you at the sudden stretch, he brought his free hand up to your mouth, covering it a bit, 'you have to be quiet baby or else everyone will hear you, so desperate for my cock...' he trailed off, shoving two fingers into your mouth. you choked, the words going straight to your core as he pumped his finger faster, adding a second one.

jaemin groaned, his pants growing increasingly tighter in his jeans at the sight in front of him, you spread out on the sink with his fingers deep in your cunt. 'should i unlock the door, baby? hm, you'd like that, wouldn't you? you want everyone to know that you're mine, so hopeless begging to be fucked like a slut' crying out at his words, jaemin shoved the fingers further in your mouth making you choke and salivate.

he noticed you tense up, you were about to come from the way his fingers were pushing in and out of you, his thumb playing with your clit. he stopped and removed his hand. 'if you are good, i'll eat your pretty little pussy... do you want to be good for me? are you a good girl?' you nodded hastily, 'use your words doll'

'y-yes jaemin, i'll be good for you, i'm good, i'm your good girl' you cried, your body burning for attention again.

jaemin lowered himself to the floor, his face now in line with your sopping, wet cunt. wasting no more time, he dove straight in. licking up your cunt and sticking his tongue inside, wanting every drop you had to offer. he was acting like a starved man, and you were his salvation. you bite down on your bottom lip hard, wanting to conceal your moans, wanting to be good for him, but he made it so hard. jaemin lapped your clit and resumed pumping two fingers into you, making the shockwaves course through your body.

'you taste so good princess, you are so good for me' jaemin muttered, diving in once again to drink up your juices, 'are you going to come for me? mmm be a good girl, i know you can' knuckles going white with how hard you were clutching the sink, stabilizing yourself as you cried out jaemin's name, the waves of fire coming in hot, burning right through your core as you came in jaemin's mouth. he stood up, grabbing you off of the sink, holding your weight as your legs still shook. he turned you around and you looked up at yourself in the mirror, 'fuck i look like a mess' you thought, sobering up but you didn't look the part, hair a mess and sweaty. pulled out of your thoughts as you heard jaemin's zipper, you looked around, his jeans down to his thighs along with his underwear, stroking his cock.

'look forward' he snatched a patch of your hair, forcing your face back to the mirror, his darkened eyes met yours, 'if you make any noise, i'll unlock the door so everyone here can know how much of a whore you are for my cock' your pussy quivering at his words, too much excitement and fear filling you all at once. jaemin lined himself up with your entrance, death grip holding your hips in place. if this was happening anywhere that wasn't a random person's bathroom he would've taken his time with you, but it wasn't, you had no time to adjust and jaemin would apologize later. he snapped his hips rapidly against yours, bottoming out in an instant. you gasped and trembled, lurching forward into the sink, biting back a scream that would've given you both away to everyone in attendance. jaemin watched your pained expression through the mirror, burning the image into his brain as your knees buckled under him. he started moving, pistoning into your bruised pussy, and only his grunting and skin slapping could be heard throughout the tiny space.

through hooded eyelids and blurred vision, you could vaguely watch him through the mirror, his eyes looking down at your connected bodies, mouth hanging open in pure bliss. 'fuck princess, you're so good to me, let them hear you i don't care, baby, show them who you belong to' he moved faster, heavy balls clapping against your labium.

pulling your hips down hard you cried out 'o-oh my god jaemin, i'm gonna come, please' you couldn't see anything as the room span, maybe from the waves of pleasure running through you or the copious amounts of alcohol.

you could barely register the fact that jaemin grasped your hair and forced your face in front of the mirror again, fucked out expression as jaemin rasped in your ear 'watch. i want you to watch-h me-me as i come in your pussy'

he stuttered his words, setting a more brutal pace, beating up your cunt as he thundered into you. trying to reach his own high, your core flared, the wave of pleasure crashing down on you again like a huge tidal wave. the band began to snap as jaemin's thrusts became sloppy and uneven, you couldn't hear a thing, your head falling to the side as the wave crashed over and all you could see was white. going tense, you clenched and couldn't help howling out jaemin's name along with curses strung out.

your boyfriend let out a choked moan, bruises surely on your hips due to the force of his grip. hot liquid filled you to the brim, running down your leg as he rode out his orgasm. 'fuck' he murmured, peppering kisses up and down your exposed neck, 'im so glad we came in here' he laughed pulling out of you and pulled your pants up before any more of his seed could slip away. you turned and watched as he shoved himself back into his briefs and pulled up his pants. making sure you both look presentable, he brushed your hair out of your face, giving you light kisses on the cheek before coming to your lips, 'i love you' he spoke in the softest voice you ever heard.

he grabbed your hand and unlocked the door, pushing you forward so you could leave first, 'o-oh hi jeno' you blushed, the taller boy stood before you at the entrance, you blushed as he moved past to let you go. he stopped jaemin, 'i hate you guys' he grimaced entering the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

jaemin just laughed and looked at you 'worth it'

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yeyinde · 9 months ago

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Been on something lately with Price + someone more reserved/avoidant when it comes to sex.

Someone who doesn't have any real, tangible desire for intimacy. Romance. Outside of a few summers spent rutting against their pillow, chasing the spiralling ends of a hazy daydream with their fingers stuffed inside their panties, chanting be normal, this is normal, you want this in their head as they think of vague shapes, shadowed anatomy; a featureless silhouette rutting between their thighs, they just don't have that drive to pursue something like this.

And it's over drinks when it comes out (too many, of course; but Price has this way of needling under your skin, patronising you with just a shallow lift of his brow whenever you order water: a sly, subtle challenge in blue, one you feel obligated to meet—). Tipsy, loose lipped, you confess that you just don't really get the appeal. It's fine, you whine, fingers tapping out an off-rhythm beat on the worn wood. When it's just fantasy, but the idea of it, of sex and romance and everything else that comes after is a little too much.

A shame, he says, but he listens. Takes in your words with a gruff counter of his own, volleying back his own desires until they swallow yours whole.

And when he finds out you never really learned how to touch yourself—something he finds truly sad, detestable, really—he takes it upon himself to teach you the wonders of it. Of sex.

(with him. Only him, of course. Because you not wanting to fuck anyone else is perfectly fine. Great, even. But not wanting to fuck him? Well. He'll fix that character flaw with his own hand.)

He takes you home. Drunk little thing. Can't even handle your liquour, mm? He's really gotta do everything for you, doesn't he? But you go willingly, stumbling after him like a little puppy until he pulls you down on his lap, back flush against his broad chest, and slips his hand down your pants. Shush, don't worry, doll. Just relax. He'll show you what you're missing out on.

Bullies desire, want, into you with the rough slide of his hand, cooing mockingly in your ear when your body reacts to his touch. See? told you you'd get nice and wet for me, mm? Now, let's make this pretty pussy cum, love. Shush, don't fight it. Just give in. That's a good girl—

He sees you as something he can mould. Break. Tame.

A pretty project to force into the role he wants with every fibre of his being: a wife. In the truest sense of the word too because as much as he wants an adorable little mantelpiece to put behind stained glass, worship when it's convenient for him to do so, he wants someone to mould their existence around him. Soft edges to his harder ones. Kisses on his forehead before he leaves for work. Dinner on the table when he gets home. Knees locked tight to your ears, waiting for his cock every night.

And you're the perfect fit for the role, aren't you? Sweet girl. Just needed a firmer hand, didn't you? Someone to tell you what to do, what you need.

There's nothing wrong with you, he says, slipping his thick fingers through your swollen, wet folds, pads tight against your sopping, pulsing hole. It's more cum than slick that leaks out of you now, and he hums around an exhale when he pushes it back in, feeling the way your body responds. Fluttering, flexing, trying to pull him in deeper. Reacting to his touch perfectly.

Like you were made for him—

"Jus' needed me to come along and give you what you needed, mm? Don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on."

#captain john price x reader #john price x reader #this started as bigger fic but then started writing something else so here's a lil drabble-thingy #pricedrabbles

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mylordshesacactus · 4 months ago

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Okay, I didn't want to clog up the notes of someone else's post with something tonally different because that's rude, but. I Need to elaborate some more about no-kill vs open-intake shelters because I feel like some people still don't get it.

I'm gonna use an example here: My cat, Nepenthe, came from a small municipal open-intake shelter (I don't use the term "kill shelter" because I think it's obscene and cedes ground to ARA fuckwits for no reason) in an area with a NOTORIOUSLY awful stray cat problem.

She was on the euthanasia list. She was next in line on the euthanasia list.

They would never have been cruel or manipulative enough to say it that baldly, of course, but...I can read. Status was "at rsk", with two days' grace before ticking over into "extreme risk", the red zone. The ones who have had the most time, the most chance, if the shelter ever runs out of cage space.

I have gone the fuck off on people who hear that and immediately assume I will tolerate them bashing or insulting that shelter.

Because here's the thing about Penny. She is my baby, my darling, light of my life, and if I hadn't come along, euthanizing her would have been not only necessary but an ethical obligation.

She was neurotic, traumatized, and unpredictably aggressive--not "I'm bad at feline body language and ignoring her subtle back-off signals" unpredictable, I mean "we showed footage to a professional feline behaviorist and their immediate reaction was 'oh that is NOT normal'" unpredictable. "Actual legitimate psychological problems" unpredictable. The previous three times she had met with potential adopters, she attacked them unprovoked and had to be recaptured by a vet tech wearing a bite sleeve designed for aggressive dogs. She was the textbook definition of unadoptable.

She could not be fostered. There was absolutely no way she could live in a home with small children, or older children, or an elderly person with thin skin, or anyone who would get upset if they were clawed in the face without warning every few days.

Now, here's some math for you, keyboard warrior writing up a condescending screed about how there's Never Any Excuse for euthanizing a healthy animal:

The average length of stay in that shelter, for a healthy cat, was roughly two weeks. Which means, on average, assuming fast turnover, a single cage space in that shelter can save the lives of 24 cats every year.

Penny, when I met her, had been there for 43 days. A month and a half. Three times the average length of stay.

I love her. She has improved my life immeasurably and there is nothing I wouldn't do for her. Her life is not more valuable than the lives of the other 23 cats who might have been saved by the slot she was taking up. Euthanasia, if space had run out, would have been the only ethical option.

(Yes, obviously I DID show up and I DID choose her. But frankly? I was a grad student with a psychology degree, studying to be a therapist, living alone, no plans to have kids, a private room where she wouldn't have to interact with other people or animals, de-facto engaged to a professional animal behaviorist; I was ACTIVELY LOOKING for an edge-case project cat, and could calmly and intelligently articulate my understanding of the seriousness of her behavior and my plan for helping her. You can't count on that happening. I was a fucking unicorn.)

No-kill shelters have the INCREDIBLE luxury of deciding who to save. They have the luxury of having all the time in the world to wait. And in the meantime, what exactly do you think is happening to the other animals? The ones they DON'T pick? The ones there's no room for? Do you think they magically don't need to be surrendered anymore? Does Santa Claus find them a home, perhaps?

You can't reduce the life of an animal to math. Good, ethical no-kill shelters can be wonderful resources--either taking highly-adoptable animals from open-intake shelters to free up space as efficiently as possible, or else taking in behaviorally or medically complicated dogs who need more time to find their perfect match than open-intake shelters can give.

But if you're going to shit on open-intake shelters, you don't get to be a fucking coward about it. So here. Prove how much smarter you are.

You've run out of space. Every cage is full. The cat cannot be fostered. You've filled all your available foster slots with other cats, to buy her time. The "no-kill" shelters are full--they pulled the cats they thought they could save, and the scruffy, psychologically-unsound, adult black domestic shorthair with chronic herpes? Nobody wants her. In this world her unicorn's not coming.

She's had three times as long as every other cat here. You have given her every chance, wrote her a lovely bio, moved other cats to other shelters to keep space open so you didn't have to make this choice; but she mauled someone else today and there's a sweet, cuddly, highly-adoptable tabby with no problem behaviors being checked in right now. If you can't put that new cat somewhere it's going to be euthanized without even being given a chance, even though it is extremely adoptable and would likely find a new home within a week.

You don't have a magic wand. You can't wish a conveniently empty second shelter into existence. Every option has been exhausted.

Look me in the eye, and tell me which one dies.

#hot take but if a 'no-kill' shelter has even a WHIFF of smugness or judgment?#that is an instant red flag do not adopt ever blacklist button for me #an open-intake shelter doing its best #will ALWAYS be more ethical #than a no-kill shelter that takes in the most adoptable sob-story angels known to man #and then sneers at everyone else for having the gall to keep trying for the rest of them #I once lost all respect for a coworker all at once when I told her Penny's story #and she asked in genuine bewilderment WHY I would adopt a cat like that #you will be SHOCKED to hear her opinion on 'kill shelters' (you will not. you will not be shocked)#nepenthe

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makelemonade · 1 year ago

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smut scenarios with genshin men

ayato, neuvillete, pantalone, diluc, wriothesly, childe, dottore (?), capitano, pierro- his maid/assistant

he loved how cute you were; How you always pulled your skirt up and showed off your thighs; How you always had your hair done, as if you had someone to impress.

You had him to impress, actually. He watches you bend down with a sharp eye, feeling himself harden just at the show of extra skin and excuses himself as he goes to the privacy of his office, jerking off as he imagines you bending over his lap as he spanks the revealed skin that just sends him haywire.

He starts requesting you stay late while the other workers go home, and he hopes you don't see through his facade but you oh so clearly can and you of course accept the request.

One night, you can hear him groan from the stress of his constant work and you knock at the door, waiting for his tired voice to speak.

"Come in,"

You walk in, and slight surprise overtakes him but there's a happy spark in his eyes. "Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just thought you could use some help with your work," You spoke slyly and innocently as you walked up to his desk/

He looked at you confused, "What do you- oh,"

He lets out a groan when your fingers started to firmly yet softly dig into his back, hitting all the right spots as he completely relaxes.

He wants to say this is unprofessional- he’s your boss! But was jerking off to you and fantasizing about you professional? No.

That was his reasoning for his boldness when he speaks. "You know, I'm feeling rather sore...down here."

That is how you find yourself in his lap, bouncing on his fat cock as you tried to stay quiet, but it was hitting such amazing spots and so deep into you that you couldn't help yourself but to scream his name.

"nghh- oh! yes, yes!"

If it was possible, it was turning him on even more- watching you struggle to take his large size but still trying to ride him just to be his stress relief. Instead, he decides to thrust up into you, making you stop trying and instead lean against him, wrapping your arms around him as he placed his hands on your hips, taking the lead and sending you into purebliss.

"oh~ oh! fuck...so deep!"

"if you're truly so keen on being such a good stress relief for me, well, then I hope you don't mind if I rail you for the rest of the night...and possibly every other.

thoma, kaeya, kazuha, Itto, aether, albedo, zhongli - a shrine maiden (or anything related in the other regions)

He doesn’t know what it is but there’s something about your innocence that he just needs to ruin.

Well, not ruin: he thinks it’s adorable, but he knows that one day someone else will see you in a way he fantasizes about late at night and he is determined to become that person because no one else deserves to see you in a way like that other than him.

He takes more frequent trips to where you work, to the point that it’s so often you find yourself hugging him when you see him and you don’t think about the way he holds on tightly, hands right above your ass.

However, you weren’t as innocent as he thought. Sure, you were completely oblivious ro the truth behind his actions but late at night, there was a possibility you had the same fantasias about it too. But you couldn’t show it to him! No, you had a job to do and it was to stay pure.

You just loved the way his touches were so teasing as they lingered near the places you oh so wish you could take care of.

It becomes so bad it starts to ache, and you find yourself at his door after coming back from work, needing his help for this relief and he is so happy to oblige.

Tears streamed down your face, moaning at how good his cock felt as it pushed into you so deeply, hitting all the spots your fingers never could.

“f-faster…” You gasped, “please!”

He could only let out a deep chuckle, his movement becoming harsher that anyone who even walked nearby the house could hear the slick noises.

“You’re gonna make me cum, darling.”

“In me!” you whined, trying to push yourself further onto his dick and he laughed. “f-fill me up!”

“Such indecency, dear. No one can know how much of a slut you are; it’ll ruin your image! That means you must always come to me for this, got it?”

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potatobugxo · 5 months ago

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Can you do some headcanons on how you think the Tuplar crew ( From Mouthwashing) would react when you (as their s/o) tell them that you’re horny (you could also do this vice versa)

I can absolutely do that!

reader is gn!

warning: NSFW themes, and Jimmy

🤍Curly🤍

-when you tell him that you're horny: he'd get a bit flustered at first, and then suggest the two of you take this to either of your sleeping quarters. once the door is locked he'll gently press himself against you and ask, "how would you like it, love?" Whether he's in the mood or not he will make sure you're needs completely and utterly satisfied

-how he tells you he's horny: whether you are alone or around the other crew members, curly will gently stroke his thumb over the top of your hand in slow, intimate circles. that became the telltale sign he wants to get intimate with you without saying it outright. then once you two are alone he'll capture your lips with his and rub his hands up and down your sides to show you how much he needs you.

💚Jimmy💚

-when you tell him that you're horny: he'll look at you, eyes raking up and down your body for a long moment before he says a simple "same", and then proceeds to drag you off to the nearest closet or wherever the two of you can get into each other's pants without anyone else seeing (this man is chronically horny let's face it)

-how he tells you that he's horny: Jimmy will grab you out of nowhere and start grinding against you, breathing against your neck as he holds you close to him. "Need you, right fucking now", he'd mutter into your ear. There is no subtly with this man fr

💙Anya💙

-when you tell her that you're horny: Anya's face will turn bright red, and shell look away bashfully for a moment, covering the side of her face before saying, "would you like to go somewhere more... Private for this?" After you two are alone, she'll probably go down on you, eager to satiate her partner's needs

-how she tells you that she's horny: you will be able to tell whenever Anya starts fidgeting in her seat, clamping her legs closed and casting you those big doe eyes of hers beneath heavy eyelids. it will be subtle, until you're finally alone and she grasps onto your hand and says, "um... Would it be alright if we could... You know... Only if you want to of course..."

🩷Daisuke🩷

-when you tell him that you're horny: he'll be caught off guard for a moment, before saying "OH! you are? okay! me too! come on let's go!" (Bro wastes no time lmaoo) once you're alone he'll start doing whatever you want/need him to do, he's very submissive and desperate to please you

-how he tells you that he's horny: daisuke will become the NEEDIEST human being on the planet. whiny too. he'll try and be subtle about it and flirt with you at first but kind of fail miserably. "y/n you look so so so totally pretty right now... oh, man, is it getting hot in here? is anyone else hot?" if you don't catch on or reciprocate right away he'll just start attacking you with hugs and sloppy kisses trying to get your affection in return

💛swansea💛

-when you tell him that you're horny: bro will look at you a bit wide eyed at first and then chuckle to himself. "gettin' all needy for an old geezer like me? guess I could take the load off of ya..."

how he tells you that he's horny: swansea rarely ever gets horny, bc y'know, his age and all, but the few times he is in the mood, he'll try and brush it off so as to not pester you with it, but will eventually cave in and tell you he needs to be with you, and you're happy to oblige

#mouthwashing #mouthwashing x reader #curly #jimmy #anya #daisuke #swansea #curly x reader #jimmy x reader #daisuke x reader #anya x reader #swansea x reader #hcs

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pomefioredove · 10 months ago

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if its ok can i request a overblot boys and ruggie and kamil with a reader that just forgets to eat? like they can go the whole day without eating then suddenly they just get dizzy cause they haven't eaten and when they get asked why they passed out/not ate they're like "lol yeah i forgot to eat my bad gang🧍🏻" they're just so nonchalant and act like its whatever😭its ok if not if this makes you uncomfortable!! Love your blog pookie and make sure YOU eat properly💥💥

ahh... just like me fr. this ask actually reminded me to eat, thank you!

summary: reader who forgets to eat type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, ruggie, azul, jamil, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, mentions of food and not eating!

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Riddle is also guilty of this

it's not that he's neglectful, it's just that...

...well... he's a little neglectful

it's usually Trey who has to remind him to take breaks from studying

none of that will stop him from scolding you, though

"What were you thinking, going a whole day without a meal? It's no wonder you're always so tired!"

expect lots of snacks from him after he's done berating you

he sends someone every day to make sure you've had something

(both a blessing and a curse)

you'll be in your room then suddenly Che'nya is there asking if you had lunch yet

and if not, you'll be recieving an invitation to Heartslabyul for tea

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Leona can't be bothered to ask why you're always so... out of it

he just assumes that's your personality

he even teases you for it, once or twice

then Jack offhandedly mentions that you rarely eat until dinner, and he gets all... worried

Ugh

suddenly, his room is always stocked with your favorite snacks from Sam's

what? no, they're not for you. he's just taken a liking to 'em. but you're welcome to have some if you'd like

his act is unconvincing

"What? Stop looking at me like that. I'm not some sap. I'm just making sure you don't go passing out on me,"

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Ruggie is worried that Crowley's cut your food rations

he'd been mooching off of you for a few months now, after all

plus, he knows what it's like to go hungry

of course, he doesn't outright ask. he doesn't want to embarrass you or anything

he just... casually offers to split meals and comes over once a week with half of his forage greens

"What, this? Nah, I just had extra. What, you're complaining about free food? Shishishi,"

you repay the gesture by making him a few meals, and it becomes a little tradition between the two of you

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why, oh why, does Azul have to care about you so much?

he's become familiar that exact look on your face; distant, dizzy, disoriented...

and he's caught himself mid-scold far too many times

"Have you no sense of self-preservation? You can't keep relying on others to care for you; you'll only be taken advantage of,"

...and, of course, he's the poor soul who cares for you

he convinces himself that verbal reminders cost nothing

then he starts sending the tweels to make sure you've eaten

and then he insists you drop by the Mostro Lounge at least once a day

it's not that he's giving you his time and energy for free

he's just making an investment in you!

that's it. NOTHING ELSE! (<- lies)

(cue tweels giggling in the background)

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poor Jamil

first Kalim, and now he has you to worry about, too?

of course; he has no obligation to help. that's what he tells himself

nothing will happen if he just ignores you

...except that sinking feeling in his stomach

Sevens, help him...

he starts letting you help around the kitchen

just... tidying up, doing the dishes, etc

and if you happen to want a bite of what he's cooking? ohoho, who is he to deny you the chance to test for poison?

(feigns to mention that these dishes have already been tasted)

"Good? Why, I'm flattered. You're welcome to help any time- how about tomorrow?"

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Kalim will never pass a chance to host

you offhandedly mention that you forget to eat sometimes? just come over for breakfast!

and lunch

and dinner!

and you'll stay for dessert, too, won't you?

he's nothing if not gracious, and he has a penchant for taking care of others

he likes feeling useful, after all

just be ready to give him your full thoughts and feelings on every dish; he's already making a mental list of your favorites to serve every time you come over

"Hungry? No problem! We have all your faves waiting for you. What music do you want to listen to while we eat?"

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you know that Vil loves you, right?

so, so much?

good. because that love makes him want to shake you

of all the stupid things...

it's no use trying to hide it from him; you could look and act completely normal and he'd still see right through you

he can just tell

he has to restrain himself from threatening Crowley into letting you stay at Pomefiore so he can care for you

Vil believes you're capable, after all. you just need a little push

"I've set a daily reminder and stocked your kitchen. Remember that some food is better than none. If you need me for anything, I'll see to it as soon as possible,"

you can expect Epel and Rook to ask if you've eaten, on his behalf, every time you run into each other

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Idia sets like, 30 reminders in your phone

he knows as well as you do that three measly alarms won't be enough

...he, too, is guilty of forgetting to eat

he probably makes you a custom alarm sound and everything

a little pavlovian conditioning never hurt anyone, right? it's basically no different than training an AI

...or something like that

will send Ortho over to check your vitals every once in a while

"it's NBD. can't have u losing all your lives on me. who would tolerate me then?"

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thank your lucky stars it's Malleus who notices your drowsiness first and not Lilia

Malleus, at least, will find you something edible to eat

he's trying to keep you alive, after all

he's very sweet and gentle about it

soft little reminders, nudges to keep you awake... he will up and leave a dorm meeting if he realizes he doesn't know if you'd had anything yet today

Malleus is very conscious about human mortality, and is very... delicate about it

he's just a little overprotective, that's all

it mostly comes to sharing little treats together every now and then. it feels less awkward when you're together, after all

"There is no need to thank me. I'm simply happy to spend my time with you,"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #queued

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acid-ixx · 11 months ago

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prequel: again &. again. (platonic! yandere batfam x neglected! gn reader)

directory: prequel, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five pt 1, chapter five pt 2,

read until the end for an author's note.

what hurts more when it comes to neglectful batfam that adopted you after jason's death (that eventually turns a 360 after you have left) is probably the fact that they always had time for you, it's just that they never chose to spend it on you; an extra burden to their family rather than an addition. if they had time to spend, they spend it on anything or anyone else but you. it's not that you don't share interests with them, it's just...! they have way more priorities that push you further back into their list of 'to do's'; though you know you'll always be the last of that list.

bruce has to juggle so many tasks as the billionaire playboy "brucie wayne", a father of an ever growing family, and gotham's dark knight vigilante but somehow, you're aware he could easily fit in one or two more children into his already booked schedule— he just never seems to consider you worthy enough apparently. or maybe it was because you were too silent, you set boundaries compared to your other family who are outspoken about what they want, what they need— but there's one thing for sure that sets you off from your siblings; you're not a vigilante.

you were merely a child of a one night stand; a child raised too well. you were behaved, you never complained, and you were just, you. and being normal (at least in their level of extraordinary talents were you a mere droplet) amongst a family of talented individuals makes you easily a ghost. was bruce to blame with his neglect? definitely. if he was able to balance his life so easily, then maybe as the world's best detective would he notice you packing your things day by day without update. maybe that was why you never once hesitated the moment you stepped outside the manor, permanently.

dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence. sure, he smiles at you with those shiny teeth of his, but despite him looking at you, he never notices you for more than a second, right after he would skidadle his way to another sibling's room, bothering them to spend more time with him, never you though. it occurs to you that he has only entered your bedroom once, and that occurrence was years ago. even then, he didn't last a minute inside there before running away once more.

family matters more than anything to dick. hell, he was enraged at the announcement of jason's death and even beat joker to a bloody pulp when he realized tim fell into his hands. he's ready to defend damian, barbara, steph, cass, and duke with his life. it's his duty and obligation as the family's eldest brother, of course. but were you considered family to him? were you considered a sibling in his eyes, or were you just the resident roommate of the mansion? you question that endlessly because everyone, family and friends, seem to be smitted with dick, but you eventually gave up trying to vye for his attention. it's fine, really, if you were just another civilian to him, because he was just another person to you too. just like in a circus, you would always be the intermission rather than the main event. and with that, you take your leave.

jason was the most forgivable to you, second to tim. he was never there, and he would've probably put effort into spending time with you if not for the fact he despises bruce and the mansion and wouldn't and couldn't last a second stepping into it. he never met you when he was robin, it was only right after his death did he discover were you taken in and that added fact alongside tim being his replacement turned him bitter with resentment. though his hatred for you receded over time, he wouldn't really be caught taking a minute with you because he always sneaks inside the mansion and crime in gotham never seems to lessen. because of that, and your unwillingness to become a vigilante to kick ass with him and the others, he wouldn't be able to fully take an hour with you.

casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes, and with a heavy heart, you book an apartment away from the wayne manor with your own atm card; hope irreversibly dead and unable to revive a sliver of faith, even if it was dipped in the lazarus pit would it never come back as the same.

tim drake is always tired. just like bruce, his days are filled with investigation, crime fighting, and worst of all; high school. that's of course that least of his worries the moment he drops out. tim was never the guy to talk much. he only does when he needs to make an impression for others, or when he needs to manipulate people for potential information. his life revolved around fighting, from when he solved the case of bruce wayne and dick grayson being batman and robin respectively, up to his current identity as red robin and occasionally robin. he'll often be found in the batcave working with babs on a case or working alone in his room.

it's no mistake that you were the most distant to him, never once knowing about his interests or even hobbies and vice versa. it was a given that at the very moment you pass a glance at him, you knew it was a 'mind your business' type of relationship with him. if you were a mere ghost to dick, then you were just a spec of dust to tim. it was unfair to assume he would never care for you, he does! only in a way where you were another person to save if you ever were endangered, but would that be enough to stalk you to the point he gains every insight about you? not really. you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers. yeah, your feelings about leaving him weren't as bitter as the caffeine he drowns in his system, but you were still hurt either way.

damian wayne, from his birth, was taught and raised to prioritize his mission as an al ghul, to be the one continuing the legacy and to shed blood on anyone who opposes. when he was given over to bruce, it took a hell lot of effort to turn a new page and become the next robin. it was, with no doubt, that despite his 'redemption', he would be a tad bit crueler to you than the others. unlike tim, who he persistently bothers, you were untalented, worthless, and a stain on the reputation of the wayne's. even jason, his father's greatest mistake, had more value than you.

maybe it was fine-tuned jealousy, maybe he was mirroring his father and dick's actions towards you with his own sick twist of violence. either way, you would rather avoid the boy, lest you face the wrath of his sword. it wouldn't be wrong if you came to hate him, actually you do, but despite your endless game of cat and mouse with you as the unwilling victim of the chase, your poor heart couldn't fathom the thought of not excusing his actions as that of a child's. you tell yourself everyday, 'just ignore it, he was raised like as to be a menace after all' but you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together. the resentment eventually builds up until you blow up and just, give up. within your final moments in the manor, you figured to leave some belongings that you collected overtime that were supposedly memorabilias that you wish to show off to your family. like his pieces of art, you could only explain your life in the family as black and white and as bleak as the streaks of charcoal that rubs against the pages.

when dick was jogging through the desolate halls of the manor, he noticed the place seemed to be more... empty of some sort. and he knows pushing that feeling into the back of his head would only result in more questions than answers. so he decides to enter the spare rooms one by one until he comes across your room (he doesn't know it was yours, though), turning the knob without knocking.

that was when his eyes seem to dilate. his nose catched a faint whiff of bleach (was the room deep-cleaned?), vision seemingly closing in on the few furniture left alongside a diary and other boxes left neatly on your bed, with other smaller trinkets left untouched on your bedside table. he didn't remember you mentioning anything about leaving, hell, he doesn't want to admit his lack of memories about you but—

wait...

didn't he promise to take you out for dinner months ago...?

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: this is one of my favorite pieces of writing i have ever done and i like it a lot so i hope whoever reads this likes it too. if you all want to read more of this, then please leave a comment or reblog because i heavily appreciate it and it motivates me further to write this type of content! the reason i have come to a long hiatus is because, as stated, the lack of interaction with content. like i said, i will still write for genshin but i am open to expanding my fandom list. (p.s. i hope you like the way i had to connect their interests or a part of their past to the reader.)

heavily inspired by @klemen-tine's work: Glass Bones and Paper Skin, @gotham-daydreams' work: Not [], and @onmyyan's work: Ain't No Sunshine.

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