#skin problems and solutions

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In a world inundated with skincare products laden with synthetic ingredients and complex formulations, the allure of natural remedies beckons with promises of simplicity, purity, and efficacy. From acne and dryness to irritation and dullness, common skin issues can often be addressed using ingredients sourced from nature's bounty. Let's dive into the realm of do-it-yourself (DIY) natural remedies, exploring the transformative power of botanicals, herbs, and pantry staples in rejuvenating and nourishing the skin. For More

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Fighting battles that have ABSOLUTELY been seen before (wanting to restart my Animal Crossing New Leaf town so I can begin the game from scratch and as myself as I am now vs. not wanting to restart my town because nostalgia and I'd miss my villagers)

[nanatsuyu]

when you havent smoked in 900 years and take the babiest hit and youre suddenly cured of every ailment and able to think straight

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Korean Skincare Treatments Now in Gurgaon Description: From glass facials to snail mucin therapy—experience Korean beauty secrets locally for radiant skin.

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Effective Acne Solutions and Hair Restoration Treatments at Dermacian in Jaipur

Acne and hair loss are two of the most common skin and scalp issues that affect both men and women. These conditions can often lead to a decline in self-confidence, especially if they persist for a long time. At Dermacian Superspeciality Clinic in Jaipur, we offer expert treatments for both acne and hair restoration that are tailored to your individual needs. With the latest technology and personalized care, we’re here to help you regain clear skin and healthy, fuller hair.

Effective Acne Solutions for Clear, Smooth Skin

Acne is a skin condition that affects people of all ages, but it is most common among teenagers and young adults. If left untreated, acne can leave behind long-lasting scars and pigmentation that can further damage the skin’s appearance. At Dermacian, we provide targeted treatments designed to not only clear active acne but also prevent future breakouts and minimize scarring.

Our team of dermatologists specializes in a variety of acne treatments, including:

Topical medications: Prescription creams and gels that target acne-causing bacteria and reduce inflammation.

Chemical peels: Effective in removing dead skin cells, unclogging pores, and improving skin texture.

Laser therapy: A non-invasive treatment that targets acne-causing bacteria and helps reduce inflammation.

Microneedling: A technique that stimulates collagen production to improve skin texture and reduce acne scars.

We understand that each patient’s skin is different, which is why our treatments are personalized to meet your skin’s unique needs. Whether you have mild, moderate, or severe acne, we’ll work with you to create a customized plan that delivers the best results.

Hair Restoration Treatments for Fuller, Thicker Hair

Hair loss can be a distressing condition that affects self-esteem, especially when it happens at an early age. Fortunately, Dermacian offers a range of hair restoration treatments designed to help restore hair growth and enhance hair density, giving you fuller, thicker hair. Our hair restoration services are ideal for individuals experiencing hair thinning, receding hairlines, or significant hair loss.

We provide the following advanced hair restoration options:

PRP (Platelet-Rich Plasma) therapy: A non-surgical solution that uses your blood to stimulate hair growth. The platelet-rich plasma is injected into the scalp to promote natural hair regrowth.

Hair transplantation: A permanent solution for hair loss. Our surgeons use advanced techniques to transplant hair follicles from areas of the scalp with healthy hair to thinning or balding areas.

Laser therapy for hair growth: Low-level laser therapy (LLLT) stimulates hair follicles to promote regrowth and improve hair density.

Our team at Dermacian uses the latest equipment and techniques to ensure that our hair restoration treatments are both safe and effective. Whether you are dealing with early signs of hair thinning or more advanced hair loss, we have the expertise and technology to help you regain your hair's volume and thickness.

Why Choose Dermacian for Acne and Hair Restoration Treatments?

At Dermacian, we believe in providing comprehensive care that addresses both the aesthetic and emotional aspects of skin and hair concerns. We offer a personalized approach to acne and hair restoration treatments, ensuring that each patient receives the care they need based on their unique situation.

Our team of expert dermatologists is dedicated to providing high-quality care using the latest technology in the field. We focus on delivering long-lasting, effective solutions that provide visible results and improve overall well-being.

Book a Consultation Today

If you are struggling with acne or hair loss, Dermacian is here to help. We offer a wide range of treatments that can help you achieve clearer skin and thicker, fuller hair. Visit us in Jaipur for a consultation, and let us design a treatment plan that works best for you. Contact us at +91 9461665511 or 0141-4027610 to schedule your appointment, or visit our website at www.dermacian.com.

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Skin Care - ಬಿಸಿಲಿಗೆ ತ್ವಚೆಯ ಬಣ್ಣ ಬದಲಾಗುತ್ತಾ? ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮುಖದ ಕಾಂತಿ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿಸಲು ಈ ನೈಸರ್ಗಿಕ ಮನೆಮದ್ದನ್ನು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸಿ!

Skin Care – ಬೆಸಿಗೆಯ ಬಿಸಿ ದಿನದಿಂದ ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚುತ್ತಿದ್ದು, ಬಿಸಿಲಿನ ಹಾನಿಕಾರಕ ಕಿರಣಗಳು ತ್ವಚೆಗೆ ತೀವ್ರವಾದ ಪರಿಣಾಮ ಬೀರುತ್ತವೆ. ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಸಮಯ ಬಿಸಿಲಿನ ಒತ್ತಡಕ್ಕೆ ತೊಳಗಾದಾಗ, ಚರ್ಮ ಟ್ಯಾನ್ ಆಗಿ ತನ್ನ ನೈಸರ್ಗಿಕ ಹೊಳಪು ಕಳೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತದೆ. ಈ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗೆ ಪರಿಹಾರ ಕಂಡುಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಅನೇಕರು ಮಾರುಕಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿನ ಕೆಮಿಕಲ್ ಬೆರೆಸಿದ ಕ್ರೀಮ್ ಮತ್ತು ಬ್ಯೂಟಿ ಪ್ರಾಡಕ್ಟ್‌ಗಳನ್ನು ಬಳಸುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಆದರೆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಲಭ್ಯವಿರುವ ನೈಸರ್ಗಿಕ ಪದಾರ್ಥಗಳಿಂದಲೂ ಸುಲಭವಾಗಿ ಮುಖದ ಕಾಂತಿ…

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Your Pores Are Hiding a DIRTY Secret! How to Remove Blackheads Naturally | Ayurveda & Natural Cures

WARNING: Your Pores Are Hiding a DIRTY Secret! (Shocking Truth Inside) – and it might be ruining your skin! If you’ve been struggling with blackheads, acne, or rough skin, chances are your pores are clogged with dirt, oil, and hidden bacteria. But don’t worry—this simple skincare hack will completely change the way you treat your skin.

In this video, we expose what’s really lurking inside your pores and reveal the #1 dermatologist-approved method to keep your skin clean, fresh, and glowing. You won’t believe how much buildup your pores are hiding! Watch till the end to see how you can fix this today!

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[birthbystarburn]

STUPID JOKE TAGS ON A JOKE POST MAKING ME QUESTION THE LOGISTICS OF MY U******G TIMELINE STOP IT IM GONNA KILL MYSELFFFFFF

[littleapplle]

bad dog!

mating season's part two. not necessary but read it for more context. nsfw. 4.1k w.

cw.: hybrid!caleb, fem!reader, masturbation (m), dry humping, caleb is pathetic and anxious asf, a lot of spit, handjob, cunnilingus (sigh...), p in v, big d caleb, knotting, breeding kink, pregnancy kink (sorryy..), caleb is PATHETIC (again), biting and lwk marking kink, doggy style, mating press, squirting.

note: ah!! its finally out! to everyone who liked and asked for a part two of mating season, im sorry! i took so long to start and finish this. i hope i can keep up with the expectations and that this is just as enjoyable as part one.

“bad dog!”

Is what caleb's got most used to hearing in the past few days.

“caleb, do you know where my white bra is- hey, what are you hiding in there? bad dog!”

“caleb! stop going through the dirty laundry basket! bad dog!”

“caleb, why are there holes in my black panties? oh my god did you chew them again?- ugh! bad dog!”

the first few times, he'd whine in guilt and shame, give you his best puppy eyes and maybe, just maybe, get away with it. but now? you're afraid he's getting bolder, that your punishments – denying him his weekly spoon of peanut butter and his blueberry bites – aren't being enough to keep him on his tracks. 

and what's the solution for a puppy with bad manners? a trainer, of course! you've searched everywhere online for a hybrid trainer close to your apartment and nothing was worth wasting time on. most of them were men, which you knew wouldn't end well.

puppy!caleb is friendly, a sweetheart around you. he lies on his back and whines for belly rubs and when you scratch a particular spot on his side, his leg twitches a little. your sweet pup is lovely but you know him well enough to know it's better to avoid interactions with other men.

it's not personal! he isn't scared of them or anything. he just doesn't like them around you:( so why would you bring a stranger to your shared apartment to not only try and order him around but also infect the air, which usually smells like you, with their yucky scent? that's a nono!! caleb is a good pup but his teeth are still huge and sharp!!!

with no other options left, you return to scolding caleb almost daily for his misbehavior.  sure, you’re letting him get away with it sometimes and maybe you're too soft on him but you're trying!

his behavior worsens with time. it's been a little more than a  week since the incident you'd rather not mention. caleb barks when you get home, showing his teeth to the world once his nose sniffs a different scent in your clothes. caleb growls and both of you play tug of war with your clothes every morning. caleb hides stuff around the apartment and you're running out of undies.

he's clingy. you love him but he's constantly clinging to you, sniffing every inch of your skin when he thinks you're not looking. When you sit down on the couch to work, laptop resting on top of your thighs, he lies down on the floor, waiting for you to invite him to sit beside you and take a nap while you write reports, and when you don't? his sharp teeth nip at the ticklish skin of your foot. bad dog!

to his dismay, you still have a job and need to go out by the morning and spend the whole day out. the baby teethers you bought for him aren’t helping to keep his teeth and mind busy anymore and caleb is starting to destroy the shit out of your apartment. you’ve found bite marks everywhere this past week. your mascara? bitten. the corner of your bedside table? destroyed. the cute and pink silicone spatula in your kitchen? disintegrated.

ok, sure, it’s kind of your fault for not educating him properly but how could you? poor boy gets anxious when you’re not around and his gums are itchy! he’s innocent! 

so, to help with said problem, you bought him a friend! a fluffy, cute, white bunny plushie with the cutest light pink heart for a nose. but that alone was too tedious for your bored pup! to prevent him from absolutely destroying the plushie, you spray some of your perfume in its fluffy body. the cologne he whines and buries his face in your neck when you wear, the one that made you put a lock on the cabinet under your bathroom sink because he kept spraying it in the air when you weren’t home.

great idea! he loves it. a bit too much maybe, but it’s a win. 

“i’m leaving, caleb! leftovers are in the fridge. yes, i love you, yes, i have to go, no i can’t call in sick.”

you announce loudly from the front door before shutting it close, a tactic you quickly learned. you sneak to the front door quietly, tell him that you’re out and boom. door locked. sometimes you can hear him whine and paw at the knob and it breaks your heart but your boss will chop your head off if you arrive late one more time this month. you try to make your goodbye as painless as possible for him, like removing a bandaid with a single quick pull so he doesn’t have the time to process the sting.

the clock hits 11:00, it’s been an hour since you left. caleb is miserably sprawled on the couch, he tries to focus his eyes on the show playing on the tv but his purple orbs stare at the clock more times than he can count.

it’s 18:00 by the time he gets frustrated and decides he’ll take a nap in your bed. everything on the tv is too boring if you’re not there to watch it with him, he doesn’t want to eat if you’re not there to treat him with dessert- oh, he misses you dearly.

opening the door of your room, he sighs like a wife that has been waiting six months for her husband, who left to save their country, to answer her last letter, whining dramatically at the hopeful thought you’d magically come home earlier. the mattress sinks down with his weight, curling under your weighted blanket like a puppy.

and that’s when he sees it.

his new little friend, with a light orange bow tied around its neck, sitting beside his head on the pillows. you’ve definitely sprayed your perfume on it this morning, the scent is still too fresh, he notes. 

he yanks it closer quickly, big hand and fingers gripping the fabric with force as he buries it in his face. comfort immediately runs through his veins, filling his bored brain with a sense of calmness. his fluffy ears twitch, glueing to the sides of his head pitifully and there’s a barely visible tail wagging slowly under the thick blanket.

caleb takes a whiff, a second one, a third one, and his eyes start to water. this is inhumane! he cherishes your gift dearly but now the scent just makes him miss you even more. rubbing his face closer to the plushie’s tummy, his canine teeth sink on the fabric as gently as he can, trying not to damage the toy you gifted him with so much love.

his little puppy heart shatters. if you were by his side right now, you’d pet his ears, pinch his cheek just enough to make his canines visible and giggle at him and it’d make him feel better! 

his hips buckle against the mattress as he squirms around the bed sadly and a shiver runs up his spine, making the fur on his tail stand up. caleb has been so pent up since he pressed you to the floor and had his way around you, his cock is always sensitive, the scratches you give behind his ear make his lower stomach tighten with arousal and his pupils are always blown.

gross stuff is a nono in your bed but his hands paw at his hardening cock through his boxers anyway. It’s not in his hand he wants to come and the feeling of not having what he wants makes his chest heavy with frustration. With a hiss, his hand leaves his cock, like any touch burns and hurts him more than it helps. 

‘caleb- no. i need you to calm down before i give you the spoon. breathe.’ is what you tell him after lunch, when he gets to have some peanut butter. the situation is different, he feels like a bomb, ticking closer and closer to exploding but he obeys your voice in his head anyway, breathing nervously against the now covered in saliva bunny.

a long breath makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull as his hypersensitive nose catches a glimpse of the intoxicating sweet smell of your cologne. 

and what happens next is not processed by his pathetic brain. the poor plushie is dragged down the blanket and pressed right to his crotch, its fur sticky with precum that seeped through his boxers. this is what you wanted when you gifted him this thing, huh? a ragdoll for him to fuck when you’re away? well it’s not enough!

his hips rut against the bead filled body with messy thrusts and more whines escape his lips. He can’t come. Not in this, not in his hand, his knot will take too long to go down and he’ll be sensitive, too sensitive. it has to be you. he wants you.

caleb is not there to see the clock tick 18:40, his ears don't help him this time, his nose is buried in your pillow too deeply to catch your slightly sweaty scent in the air and tell that you’re home. 

from the front door, you arch a brow as you kick your shoes off and place them on the shoe hack. the apartment is quiet, too quiet. caleb is like a child, you’ve noticed, if everything is too silent, something is wrong. 

“caleb? where are you, boy? have you eaten anything yet?” you call out, no one answers.

the door of your bedroom is ajar. is he sleeping? cute. you walk carefully to its direction, tiptoeing in hope to not wake him up. and once you peek inside, your smile falters.

“caleb! gross!”

the shriek makes him snap out of his drunk, dumbed down mind and his eyes almost pop out of his skull. his ears, once hidden on both sides of his head, stand on top of it, tense. “you-” he cries and sits up.

you don’t give time to finish his sentence, a frown blooming in your face as you cross your arms close to your chest by the door. 

“seriously caleb?! in my bed? i just changed the sheets this morning, for fuck’s sake-” and listen, he wants to apologize, feel guilty and pout but he can’t. he can hear your breath hitching, he loves when you come home with sweat clinging to your skin, fuck, you smell so good. he wants a taste. this time, he’ll get it.

this time, he begs. he crawls to the edge of your bed, tail wagging behind him mindlessly and the words that leave his mouth are pathetic.

“please- r’lly need your help! feels so hot- please i- i really need you! been waiting for so long, ah, please- i’m a good boy, kept my teeth to myself, promise. oh fuck.” your ears can barely catch up to everything he’s saying, his words are dragged, desperate, needy.

you really want to keep up with the ‘i’m mad at you’ act but you break. his whines go right to your core, arousal pooling on your underwear disgustingly fast. pinching your nose, you sigh, walking to his direction and sitting on the bed.

with the space between you two getting smaller, his tail wags faster, his pupils blown wide, shaky. your hand makes contact with his sweaty cheek and he is quick to lean in, shutting his eyes close and basking into your touch. “what’s wrong, pupp-” — “hot.” you can hear the distress in his voice. “it’s okay, i’m here now, aren’t i?” at the reassurance, you receive a lick in your hand as acknowledgement.

scooting closer, you cradle his face with both hands. there’s a bit of sweat clinging to his bangs , making them stick to his forehead, a bit of saliva is smeared on his lips and his brows are furrowed. “oh, my poor pup.” you coo in pity before pressing a kiss to his wet lips. he whines, kissing— well, licking your lips stupid—, you groan at the mess but doesn’t fight against it, you’ve been mean enough already.

while his clammy hands grip your shirt for a sense of grounding, yours scratch his chest in affection, tracing down to the happy trail that trailed up to his bellybutton. you’d love to take your time with him, let your mind settle, but knowing caleb, he’ll grow frustrated and bark weakly as a way to protest. so, in order to keep him quiet, your wandering hand pulls down his wet underwear, his cock standing proud against his stomach.

your eyes almost pop out their sockets once you peek down. he is big, much bigger than whatever the average is. his tip is an angry shade of red, beads of precum leaking down the shaft. the cool air makes it twitch. 

slowly, awkwardly, your hand wraps itself around it, working up and down. that makes him snap, breaking the kiss and throwing his head back with a loud whine. “‘s that good, pup?” he doesn’t answer, how could he? not when your thumb presses on his tip in a way it makes his thighs shake and his ears twitch with pleasure and he’s trying so hard not to come. 

your other hand leaves his face, going south to cup his balls gently. his jaw tightens. gross. you think with a smile but leans in anyway, kissing his adam’s apple as it bobs with his nervous gulps.

the stimulation is too much for him, making his brain go fuzzy. your lips now working on his shoulder blade, your hand gripping his length tightly, your other hand massaging his balls- “stop! argh- please, ‘m gonna cum! can’t cum. needa be inside you, please.” caleb squeals, both hands holding down your arms with force as his hips buckle in your hands.

so you do, you let go, just staring at him with big eyes as his chest goes up and down quickly and his face flushes with heat. once he settles from his high, caleb’s hands grip the hem of your shirt, taking it off quickly and messing your hair. “ow! caleb-” — “no.”

caleb has always been stronger than you, you lose against him when roughhousing, you give up on trying to save your clothes from his teeth because once something is in his grasp, you’re not getting it back. in a second, you’re under him, face shoved into one of your pillows while your ass, covered in the pretty, black skirt you left to work with is up in the air.

he doesn’t take the skirt off, too irritated to care about something so trivial. he takes a second to sniff your crotch, covered by a cute pair of wet lilac panties, before yanking the fabric down to your bent knees. you squeal against your pillow at the roughness and the quick, hot sniffs on your lips.

last week caleb discovered he loves the way you taste, he’d love to eat you out the whole night, starting now, but he just can’t take this long right now. his warm tongue laps at your arousal, lips wrapping themselves in your folds and sucking gently.

“c-caleb! fuck! good- good boy, keep going, baby.” muffled whines escape your lips and at the praise, caleb’s tail wags faster, tongue working around your clit, teasing it. he sees the way your knees fight to keep your ass up and not buckle weakly, that’s his sign to keep going. 

his free hands grip your ass, spreading it for more easy access. he trails kisses from your clit and up to your slit, continuing going up till he gets to your asshole, placing an open mouthed kiss to the hole. it twitches, your body shivering at the unexpected contact. you hit the pillow you’re currently biting in protest. “gross, caleb!”

it doesn’t take long for your moans to grow louder and your thighs, dripping with sweat, shake violently as he sucks on your clit harshly. “fu-ck! yes! good boy, caleb- mghhh- jus’ like, ah, that!” you moan, creaming on his mouth tiredly.

you curse his stamina, because once you think you’ll finally be able to catch your breath and rest, caleb’s already rutting against your wet folds and slapping his dick on your sensitive bundle of nerves. energetic mutt, you curse. he is not giving you a break.

“caleb.” you warn, trying to make your voice as steady as possible. “gimme a break and then we can conti- aaH! oh my god- fucking mutt!” you scream, cursing him for the pain between your legs as he buries himself inside you in a single thrust. his tip kissing your cervix and walls tightening around his length painfully. 

“s-sorry! o-oh fuck. fuck, y’er so tight- mgh-” 

and ohhhh fuck, he waited so long for this. you look so pretty from this angle, hair tangled and messy, face buried in a pillow, back and thighs sweaty while your knees can barely hold up your weight. he gulps down, trying not to piston his hips inside you just yet. 

he doesn’t give you much time to get comfortable before snapping his hips against your ass, the sound of skin against skin disgustingly lewd. his torso bends down to bury his face in your nape, breathing deeply in your hair once he does. “mine. oh- ahh- yes, mineminemine!” caleb whimpers, his eyes rolling back as you clench down around him, making his thrusts messier. 

as a response to pleasure, his fluffy ears twitch and drop to the back of his head once again. his tail doesn’t stop wagging ever, swishing behind him happily. the warmth in his stomach grows at the sound of your moans and screams, your curses only making him hornier.

you’re a meanie, you don’t let him chew on your shirts and get a whiff of your bras, you nag at him and hide the small container with blueberries that’s usually in the fridge when he does something wrong. and usually, he’d whine, eyes getting watery at the thought of you being mad at him, but now? he doesn’t even care! you look so pretty, you feel so good. his ears barely get a glimpse of you cursing all his next generations.

a shiver runs down your spine once he licks the back of your neck, sniffing it contently as his cock abuses your insides. you hate him, you fucking hate this mutt, he is disgusting and he does not obey and his cock drags along your walls so fucking nicely. his mushroom tip pokes your cervix roughly, making you stupidly drool in your sheets while your things dig on the bedding. 

“y’smell so good- y’er so tight- feel so- ngh- good! mine, right? don’t like other men around you! noooongh”  – “w-wait! caleb! aah!” something in his mind upsetted him because the way he thrusts into your cunt is inhumane, caleb’s bigger frame presses you down on the mattress, the hair of his happy trail tickling your lower back as his skin slaps on yours. 

you’re a mess, pussy drooling pathetically and stretched to her limit around him, juices spilling down your thighs and the mattress everytime he fucks his cock inside you. and when you’re sure you’re getting used to him, of fucking course caleb has to start talking again. “need to mark you, everyone need’ta know y’er mine, just mine. that’s my cock you’re clenching around. needa bite you, yeah.” 

and he keeps up with his words, his loving, ticklish licks to the back of your neck turning into a sharp pain. you scream, squirming under him and one of your hands tries to slap whatever bit of his skin you can reach but it’s worthless. once caleb sets his mind into something, you’re definitely not the one that’s able to stop him with physical force. with a hand tightly around your waist and the other keeping your neck in place, his canine teeth sink down on your nape, biting down just enough to make the skin irritated and leave a scar for a few weeks.

and when you feel like you’re getting closer, his hips stop, his cock slips out of you and a strangled whine leaves your wet lips as he manhandles you, flipping you on your back. “you!-” annoying! you’re so annoying! bad dog!, you want to shout. “s-sorry. need to see your face.” he hisses as his eyes wander down at your breasts. “you’re so pretty, ahhh, so pretty. have i ever told you that?- fuck, mine and so pretty- oh-” 

he doesn’t waste any time, his hands help your legs up his shoulders and he slips inside you again. his sunset colored eyes stare at his cock going in and out, in and out, in and out of you and he finally notices the creamy ring around the base of his length and smeared on your lips. it’s pinkish, he notes, probably from being too rough and not stretching you properly. he’ll say sorry later.

“you’re so-” he pants tiredly, “so pretty.” a sweaty hand gropes the fat of your tit, squeezing it under his large palm. “want t’a breed you- need to- fuck! need to get your tits swollen with milk-” caleb leans in once again, this time bending your body like a stick, pressing your legs closer to your chest in the process. his nose takes a whiff of the valley of your boobs before wrapping his lips around your free boob, playing with the other one with his hand. 

your voice fails you once again. it’s not like you have the strength to judge him harshly again anyway. his tongue swipes at your hard nipple, sucking it like he has a point to prove. “and you would mghhh! would look so pretty and round and ah! everyone would know y’er mine, oh god-” 

with a last kiss, as if sealing a promise, he lets go of your nipple with mercy and stands up again, kissing your knee as an apology for bending you like your bones are made of jello. and then it hits him. “o-oh! s’rry forgot you like this.” the hand squeezing your tit snakes down between you two, adding some much needed stimulation to your clit.

you jump, legs thrashing against his shoulders and back at the pleasure. you clench around him once more and this time, it’s his turn to squeal in pleasure. “o-oh fuck. ‘m cumming, g’nna breed you, yeah? fill you up, mhm? yeah? fuck! cummin’!” caleb whines before throwing his head back, his sweaty hair barely moving an inch away from his forehead while doing so, and his once steady thrusts turn languid, messy. 

his cock twitches around you, spilling white, watery ropes in your pussy. bicolor orbs roll to the back of his skull as he feels his knot grow swollen at the base of his cock. even after coming, he keeps pistoning his hips in you, tiredly, but it’s the thought that counts.

at the weird, swollen and hot thing trying to fuck its way inside you, you mewl, eyes going wild open as caleb tries stretching you just a little more. 

“caleb-? what the aha! fuck?” — “sorry!” he cries but keeps going anyway, his fingers working faster around your clit to make up for the pain. “jus’ a little more? ple- ase? it feels good, doesn’t it?” back to being stupid and pathetic apparently, because the way he stares at you with puppy dog eyes and begs is disgusting. 

his other hand leaves your thigh to press down on your tummy and it becomes too much. your walls convulse around him and you cry, clit throbbing under his touch pathetically. the hand putting pressure on your bladder makes your eyes roll, your hands grip the sheets to the point of turning white.

“caleb! ah! oh my god- fuck- aha, cumming, i’m gonna cum! pl-please keep going!” 

and you don’t have to ask him twice. he thrusts his cock in you a last time, his knot slipping in easier than he thought it would, thanks to your drooling cunt and his cum and that does it for you. your body goes static, hips bucking against his and back arching against the bed. his fingers don’t stop, rubbing your clit until you’re shaking uncontrollably and your juices spray on his thighs and lower stomach.

“oh-”  — “don- not a word!” you manage to cry out.

“so… how long till it goes down?” you murmur tiredly against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his big frame as he lies on top of you. your legs feel sore, aching from being spread for so long, thanks to his cock still buried in you.

“an hour and a half, probably” caleb shrugs. 

your eyes snap open. “an hour?!” — “and a half.” he barks with a chuckle.

“i hate you! you’re heavy, y’know?! argh, bad dog!” he only manages to laugh at your rage and lick your cheek, covering it in saliva.

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[ienvyflowers]

I had a thought (surprise)

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon’s substitute for cigarettes

Simon Riley, who was trying to quit smoking for you, his bird because for the first time in his life, he had a reason to want to live longer.

Easier said than done. He’d tried everything to keep his fingers from twitching, aching for the familiar weight of a cigarette. Candy, mints, toothpicks, gum. Every damn thing the internet recommended. Nothing worked.

Until he tried you.

Bending you over any and every surface. Stuffing your pretty cunt full of his cock until your legs trembled. Pressing his tongue against your clit until you came against his mouth, trembling and gasping his name.

And the problem— or rather, the solution was that Simon used to smoke multiple times a day, going through a pack in less than a week. Which meant he was bending you over just as often, Fucking you slow and deep, or hard and desperate, chasing relief in the only thing that worked better than nicotine.

Sure, your muscles ached, your body sore in the best way possible but the pros outweighed the cons. Because he was quitting. For you.

And after every session, he’d pull you into his arms, pressing lazy kisses to your forehead as you curled up against his chest. His rough fingers tracing circles over your bare skin, grounding himself in the reason he was fighting the urge at all.

Currently writing a Simon x reader, neighbor shortish fanfic 😗

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“YOUR PLACE” — gojo satoru

satoru can’t focus around you. his solution? finding you a new place to sit. | wc: 0.7k

f!reader, established relationship (married), satoru longing for you like a lover sent off to war (you’re only a few feet away from his desk). | dividers made by me

with a frustrated sigh, satoru slams down his pen on the wooden desk, making you jolt in your seat. you look up from your book at the abrupt noise that disrupts the serene silence.

with an annoyed huff, he speaks.

“you’re distracting me.”

his eyes shoot over to you, narrowing as they rake over your body, lingering on your legs for a moment before snapping back to your face.

satoru leans back in his seat, looking away and running a hand through his hair to maintain his sanity — messing it up and representing exactly how he is feeling on the inside - a mess - clearly struggling to keep his composure. he shakes his head slightly.

“seriously.” he scoffs under his breath.

you blink, straightening up with your legs tucked beneath you.

currently, you sit adorning the cushioned chair he had commissioned and reserved specifically for you — soft enough for comfort yet not too much to cause you back problems.

it was initially made so he wouldn’t get antsy and abandon his duties by constantly getting up to find you around the house because he so desperately needed to be near you.

satoru thought it would be enough to satiate him — to feel you, to be reminded of your constant presence regardless if he looks over or not.

turns out, it isn’t. for you are water and satoru is a man dying of thirst.

“but… i’m not even doing anything?”

with a sharp inhale, he interlocks his hands in front of his face, elbows resting atop his work desk, paperwork and everything else but you long forgotten.

were you being dense on purpose? trying to seduce him and pull him away from his responsibilities? you already have his attention. and what else could he say? that you looked too good sitting there in your nightgown? your bare legs were distracting? you were breathing too loud?

quite frankly, in satoru’s opinion — you weren’t breathing enough. he needed you close, to be the air in his lungs that he required in order to function day to day so he wouldn’t collapse. satoru wants you to breathe life — your life into him and leave him full of only you.

but instead, he tuts, head in his hands. “doesn’t matter.”

at his words, you close your book slowly, a bit hurt and confused because he had been the one to ask you to keep him company. but he clearly looks stressed, face red as he swipes a hand over it to cool down.

you frown. “i can leave, if that is what you want?”

satoru’s head shoots up at that, staring at you with a piercing gaze which says more than his mouth does in the moment — oddly enough.

no.

that isn’t what he wants — you misunderstand him. if you left, it’d only make the yearning in his heart far worse. how is it possible to long for someone so badly even though they are right in front of you?

“it’s fine. i have a solution.”

not even a second later, satoru rises from his office chair, circling his way over to you in long purposeful strides. your brows shoot up in surprise but before you can say anything, he scoops you up and into his arms, taking you and your book back with him.

as your husband sits once more, he places you on his lap, leaving you dumbfounded. wrapping a muscular arm around your waist, he holds you securely in place. the bare skin of your legs brush his clothed thighs beneath you, chafing slightly.

satoru leans in, chin resting on your shoulder, the scent of his cologne hitting your nose. with your back flush against his broad chest, his minty breath brushes your ear, causing you to shiver as he murmurs.

“this is better.”

after a moment of being perched there, a smile eventually tugs at your lips.

ah, you understand now.

with a stomach full of butterflies even after years of being married to the strongest — the man who only became weak when it came to your simple existence — you relax in your new seat.

you think you like it too.

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[snail-day]

TW: Yandere Hybrids, Somnophilia, Dubcon, Oral fixation, Overstimulation, Gagging, Crying during sex, Power dynamics, Humiliation, Knotting mentions, Manipulation WC: Under 1k

A/n: have I yapped about this? Probably. Mmmm well here's more yapping about Satoru's suckling problem.

Imagine bringing home a puppy hybrid. They're sweet, loud, impossibly affectionate. They make great additions to the family! Now you got a real pretty kind with snowy white ears that twitch when he’s happy, a big fluffy white tail that wags wildly whenever you walk through the door before his arms snake around your waist, and the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

Satoru. Sure he's sweet. Clingy. Always wants to be touching you, whether it’s his head in your lap, tail thumping against you, or palms nudging under your shirt just to feel skin.

You got a great deal! You weren't even sure why the agency was offering him so cheap! They did warn you about a little problem, sourced from anxiety. Suckling. Though they assured you its common with puppy hybrids.

It starts small. Barely even noticeable. Just the blankets at first. Then your socks. Then your clean laundry, pulled warm from the dryer only to find damp chew spots on the crotch of your panties. You figure it’s probably the anxiety. Poor thing’s home all day, curled up alone, waiting for his human to come back. He probably misses your scent. Probably needs comfort.

But comfort becomes a little more complicated when you wake in the middle of the night to wet heat lapping at your chest. When you find him latched onto your soft nipple like a pacifier, soft pitchy whines in the back of his throat as his hips rock gently against your leg, grinding himself through his boxers, a wet spot forming in the front.

You try to be good. Attempting to gently peel him off. Drowsily hushing his protests. But your body betrays you. Slurps echo embarrassingly loud when the flat of his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud. You’re sure you came in your sleep. More than once based on the slick between your thighs. Thankful he hasn't discovered that region, giving you time to correct his behavior before it gets worse. Your poor soft nipples are sore for days, and even the cream you bought doesn’t help.

And now nothing else soothes him. Not blankets, not toys, not even the shirts you leave behind that smell like you. He wants you. Wants your tits in his mouth, wants to be smothered by the soft mounds for the rest of his life.

So, what do you do?

You get him a friend. A dominat hybrid. Someone who can put him in his place.

Which is how fox hybrid!Suguru ends up in your home, quiet, slow-moving, sticks mostly to himself. Occasionally narrows his keen eyes at Satoru's antics. Though it didn't work out like you'd imagine.

He’s not the solution. He’s the problem.

Because he doesn’t correct Satoru’s behavior, he cultivates it. Encourages it.

“You’ve spoiled him,” Suguru murmurs one night, his firm chest pressed to your back, voice thick and deep against your ear. His arm is slung around your hips, strong, holding you open while whine into his long dark hair, attempting to hide yourself away.

“No - not my fault - ” you try, but your voice dies in a choked sob when a soft tongue flattens against your cunt again, suckling on your puffy clit like it’s candy.

Between your thighs, Satoru whines. Loud. Messy. His pretty blue eyes are hazy with need, pupils blown wide as his hands clutch your thighs, nails breaking skin and buries his face even deeper in your pussy. His ears are drooping low, flicking with every moan you make, and his cock is leaking all over your sheets as he humps the bed like a mindless mutt.

“See?” Suguru hums. “He likes direction.”

You’re overstimulated. Sore. Barely coherent. Your clit aches, your hole’s fluttering, and you don’t even realize you’re crying until Suguru kisses the tears from your cheeks, soothing you while his other hand grabs the panties you wore yesterday and shoves them between your teeth.

“There we go,” he croons, lips brushing over your cheek. “Let him taste you properly.”

You sob around the gag as Satoru moans, loud and high-pitched, grinding his tongue deeper like he’s trying to fuck you with it. Your hole aching at the desperate pushes. His nose nudges your clit with every thrust and his tail is wagging wildly behind him, thumping against the bed. You’re cumming. Again. Again. You don’t even know which number you’re on.

Suguru just watches. Eyes heavy-lidded and glowing in the moonlight. Something hard pressed against your back. His hand never leaves your belly, his claws gently stroking patterns over the soft skin.

“You’re lucky,” he murmurs against your ear, before shoving Satoru's face more into your cunt, a loud groan leaving the pup's lips. “your sweet puppy hasn’t learned how to knot yet.”