#the abdominal thrusts are really getting me

[4rlekino]

can you play, ken? ' takakura "okarun" ken

cws. 18+ NSFW MDNI. okarun x gn!reader. aged up characters. turbo form okarun. porn w/o plot. blowjob. deepthroating. facefucking. edging. hair pulling. use of babe/baby. 926 words. no beta we die like men.

notes. sorry like i rlly just saw this one edit of him back when the ddd anime dropped where he rolls his eyes back n it just like *twirls hair* ykkk

you hummed, a little teasing 'mhm' that has the vibrations travel through him while your lips stay closed around his cock. it makes ken seethe, sucking a sharp breath through slightly grit teeth.

"uh, huh?" he nods slowly, his hand still laced through your hair. ken's lip twitches, a repressed remark on the tip of his tongue before another, more intense wave of pleasure surges through him.

you keep your gaze up at him as you take him deep enough to have your nose pressed to the trimmed tuft of hair above his dick. in response, there's a deep rumble of a groan that emits from his throat. his head tilts back, and a few quiet curses slip out through his grit teeth as you continue to shallowly bob your head.

"fuck, you—" he strains, unable to really finish when his eyes roll back and shut.

the hand that's tangled in your strands tightens its hold, effectively stopping your movement. you can feel him throb, even the slight twitches of his dick. you can feel it all inside your mouth while he takes rough, steadying breaths. ken just looks down at you, and when you meet his gaze, his expression is still just as unreadable other than the tension in the furrow of his brows.

he felt like you were testing his resolve, breaking him little by little.

he tugs at your hair, coaxing your movement again. just a couple strokes of your mouth to ease him back into it, but instead of continuing, he stops and he sucks in another sharp breath. that knot in his stomach is wound up tight. he's still not ready, but god, does he need that relief right now.

he feels like he should say something. a tease, a snarky comment. maybe even something degrading, but he decides against it. he didn't really want it to bite him in the ass later when he turned back to normal and lost all his confidence.

you'd been on your knees for minutes now and ken was the one edging himself with your lips, all while you had your hands on your lap, dick in your mouth and a glint in your eye like you're holier than thou.

"shit… you like that, babe?" he's genuinely asking despite the dead tone.

his hand moves down over your cheek to caress your face and the trace of his thumb across your cheek causes his dick to slip out of your mouth, finally allowing you to breathe while it keeps itself upright in front of you, dripping and glistening in a mix of your spit and his pre. you press your lips together for a second, licking and ridding them of the gloss.

"think you liked it more than me," you teased, the corner of your lip twitching into a smirk.

ken just presses his tongue to his cheek then takes a couple bated breaths instead of responding.

in this form, he had the attitude of a moody prick and pale, ghostly skin. sometimes a little cold to the touch like an actual spectre, but in the moment, he was feeling feverish and his state of mind was starting to haze.

a white-hot feeling covers him and his abdominal muscles are taut and flexed, bracing against less than decent urges that come from just looking at you like this. it stirs intensely in his lower stomach, his cock twitching again to really show you.

his hands are getting fidgety, but he's careful as he's situating them on either the side of your head, threading his fingers through your hair and finding purchase.

"tongue. show me." ken said, and you obediently stick it out and loosen your jaw so he could guide himself back in.

you try your hardest to keep looking at him while your tongue glides along the underside of his shaft, but it gets sloppy fast with the way he's pulling you in and meeting you halfway through a thrust of his hips.

his eyes roll all the way back, even fluttering shut as a low, guttural noise escapes him and his back curves into its slouch a little more. drool's coming down your chin and your expression was starting to twist from strain now that ken's resorted to just fucking your face.

he couldn't even begin to explain how he was feeling and a part of him was worried he was hurting you, but you were taking it so good, and the sounds of you practically choking on his dick only spur him further. his mouth hangs open and he's starting to mutter to himself again, except this time it's a little more understandable than last.

"...mouth's too good. you're just takin' it, aren't you?" he says, sucking in a sharp breath. "goddamn, babe, you're gonna kill me."

as his hips stutter, ken makes that same low groan again. his hands were still clutched to the sides of your head, stilling you for the last time while his load comes down your throat and gives you no choice but to swallow.

he sharply curses under his breath as he's waiting for the post-orgasm buzz to die down. he looks down at you, noticing the tears brimming the corners of your eyes and your flushed expression with his shaft still in your mouth, and he thanks the intensity of orgasm for preventing him from getting hard again.

"fuck... that sucks..." he muttered, carefully drawing his hips back to let you finally gasp for air. "my bad. i wanted do it on your face."

[darthdaddi]

In the Garden Pt. 1

18+ (minors dni), no particular warnings it's just smutty, slight face slap? Not proofread ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

751 words

Padawan!Anakin would def fuck you in the Temple's garden, or take you on pretty dates depending on his mood. He's always looking for something risqué to do, something that is almost public and on the cusp of being caught, dragging you into the pretty garden that is meant to be sacred and used for meditation and Force practices. Anakin takes you deep into the flowery parts of the labyrinth, but meerly just to satisfy your worry of being caught. If it were completely up to him, he'd most likely be right in the open where anyone could see if they looked out a window or balcony. But for now, he doesn't make you worry your little head.

"C'mere, gotta taste your lips.", He mumbled and pulled you in by the hips, kissing you tenderly to start out with. "Ugh, you're all sweaty, Ani!" You protest and wipe your lips off with the back of your hand, which gained a chuckle from him, "Then you're really not gonna like what happens next if you're afraid of a little sweat on my lips." Anakin mumbled, a little smirk played on his lips, and before you could speak he was already shoving you down onto your knees greedily. He shushed you as he fiddled with his utility belt to get it off, finally releasing it in which it clinked off the stone pathway.

Anakin pulled his cock out from his pants and tapped it to your lips, "Ahhh." He teased and opened his mouth, wanting you to do the same. You begrudgingly opened your mouth, but really couldn't push away the smell lingering in his trimmed hairs. It was musky in a way that was almost delicious, like a good odor but would never admit that to him because he'd definitely get a big head over it. Maybe would even tease you about giving his boxers to you just to smell him all over again. Gross. Is the word that crossed your mind first, then again... Before you could continue your thoughts, Anakin slammed himself into your mouth, lower abdomen already pressed firmly into your forehead. You slap his thigh in protest to let up on you, but to no avail because Anakin started fucking your mouth, "Maybe if you stop daydreaming about my boxers, you'd pay attention to what I said." He muttered gruffly and held the sides of your head, fucking his heavy cock in and out of your pretty little mouth.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the squelching sound of the fat head if his cock pistoning in and out of your throat repeatedly filled your ears, and the small area around then in the garden. "Open your eyes, look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes." Anakin grunted, jaw clenched after he finished his sentence. He gave a slight slap to your cheek, grabbing your attention which was enough for your eyes to shoot open. 'Did he just slap me?' You said internally, eyes wide as you stared up at him. Anakin smirked as he stopped his aggressive thrusts, switching to more smooth rolling of his hips. Damn he did look hot... How he held up his tunic out of the way to see your face and how you're taking him. But mostly for you, you could see his abdominal muscles flex every roll of his hips. "Gonna cum, don't you dare move away." Anakin warned as she held the back of your head, still rolling his hips but a little more aggressively this time, just trying to get himself off quickly but still enjoying your throat thoroughly. After a few grunts, and sloppy thrusts, that warm bitter/sweet liquid erupted in your mouth and followed by a low 'mmnn' from Anakin. He pulled out from your sweet mouth and sighed as he adjusted himself back into his pants. You looked up at him with furrowed brows, "That's it? That's what your dragged me out here for?" Practically protesting, wiping his sticky cum from the corner of your mouth with your thumb and sucked it off. "I dunno, is it?" Anakin chuckled and looked down at you, holding his hand out to help you up before turning you around to face the beautiful scene he created moments before leading you to the gardens. "Ani..." You blushed and playfully smacked him, seeing the pretty display in front of you. A blanket laid out, white lights strung in the overhead trees, and of course your favorite snack, white strawberry and whipped cream...

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Hello friends! It's been sooo long since I've wrote anything and I'm feeling a little rusty, but I didn't want to not put out this little series I'm coming up with any longer. I love the idea of him having a little secret relationship with you, doing something sweet yet scandalous. I hope you enjoy, like and follow pookies (- ε -)

[charnelhouse]

Would you ever write Simon getting pegged? The image of him falling apart from a prostate orgasm won't leave my head... Topping from the bottom but control is slipping away as he starts to really get lost in the sensations hmmm

In whatever way I just think he deserves a good mindblowing ride

Hope you have a good day! Thanks for sharing your amazing writing 💛

A/N: Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader. Pegging.

“Is that what you want?”

He holds her face between his hands, his thumb dragging along her jawline. “Yes.”

She tips her head, lips crowning to a bright-toothed smile. “Alright.”

***

She’s gentle about it, which Simon seems to find endearing.

“I won’t break, duchess,” he teases when she’s got her fingers inside him. She looks up, eyes wide and heavy-lidded.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she mutters before lowering her face and tasting where her knuckles are buried.

He arches, groaning at the shock of her wet little tongue. 

“Fuckk,” he hisses, fisting the sheets. “You dirty thing.”

She wants to tell him that he’s just as filthy. He’s eaten her ass too many times to count. When she touches herself between her legs, she’s soaked and throbbing. She has to admit that making Simon twitch and pulse gets her off. Her giant, muscular boy is letting her fuck him—trusts her enough to thrust a cock inside his ass.

His gorgeous face is flushed and pink. Blood swells beneath his chest—his too-big pecs that she loves to burrow into. He is terrible and kind, and she loves to please him. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribs as she touches the length between her legs. Suddenly, he sits up and reaches for her; his enormous hand finds her cunt, strokes it, opens the damp folds, and thumbs her clit. She jerks, gripping his forearm. It’s all muscle and black ink, his flesh spasms beneath her nails.

“This,” she breathes, mouth parting on a moan. “This is supposed to be about you.”

He snorts before his other hand cradles the back of her skull and forces her to his mouth. He licks her tongue and her teeth. He kisses her fiercely as she tugs his hips to the edge of the bed. 

“You’re doing well, love,” he croons as he moves his fingers from her cunt to her hand before guiding it around her fake cock. The base is pressed to her mound, and it hits just right. 

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs as he helps her push into him. He exhales through his nose with every inch she steals. 

“Baby,” she echoes, drinking his warm breath. “You never call me that.”

“Only when I’m in a vulnerable position.”

How can he be? He’s still teaching her—dominating the space even though he’s taking her cock.

“I call you a lot of things,” he continues almost cheekily. She frowns before drawing back, and then snapping forward, he grunts. Her pelvis is slotted against him. His thick thighs are spread, hitched beneath her ribs, his cock jutting proudly. Rose-red like his cheeks.

She slides her palms around his tapered waist and squeezes a handful of his perfect ass. His body is stunning. An Adonis. He keeps talking: “You’re the bane of my fuckin’ existence—too bloody gorgeous for her own—Christ just like that—just like—shit—you’re a good girl—my good girl.”

Amused, she traces the scars littered across his abdomen and his sternum. She teases as she fucks him at an even pace. Long, agonizing strokes. She can sense him clenching, the lines of his abdominal walls tightening with every punch of her cock. 

He really is babbling. 

He will undoubtedly ruin her for taunting him as she allows the toy to kiss gently against his prostrate before she retreats.

"FUCK," he barks as his eyes pierce her, stab her. "Duchess...."

Warning. Threat.

“Do you like this?” she asks coyly, changing the rhythm to sharp, brutal snaps. He chokes.

“Yeah,” he rasps, voice hitching because she’s taken a rein—maybe both reins. His big hands find her hips, and he holds them, petting her flesh with his fingertips. She wants him to crush her bones and body, fold her up and drink her. “Only you,” he mutters as he smacks his head back against the pillow. She watches the pale precum dribble from the swollen crown of his cock. He’s making delicious, feral noises from the meat of his throat as she splits him open. The sounds are spilling out of his full lips, uncontrolled and desperate. She’s never gotten him like this.

“Only me?” she implores before gripping his length and stroking him in time with her thrusts. “Am I the only one who’s been inside you, Simon?”

“Yes,” he growls, teeth clenched. Frustrated.

As if he thinks how dare you even flirt with the idea that it would have been anyone else? You. You. You. How can I prove it?

His jaw tenses as sweat beads his hairline. The place between them is wet and sticky: lube, slick, and spit. The room reeks of sex and flesh, and her orgasm lightly dusts her nerves, subtle but present. It’s not the same as the climaxes Simon can give her when he fucks her. No—this is entirely her pleasure birthing from the look on his face as she claims his ass.

It's a thought. It's pride. It's arrogance and joy that she can make him look like that. 

He trusted her with this. He’d been through so much, and he wanted her to give this to him.

Wordlessly, he snatches her hand from his cock and places it against his mouth. He kisses her fingers, tongue slipping against the creases and joints. He licks her wrist and sucks her thumb before nipping it. 

A wave of emotion overtakes her. She’s drowning in it as she studies Simon’s expression: blissed-out, slack, warm, and hungry. 

He’s safe with her. His deep well of pain is somewhat filled, rubbed out by her touch and her lips, and her voice easing him into relief.

[msgexymunson]

thinkin' bout having to punish sub!eddie for cumming without permission. 😊

Ooh right I'm down with this! 

Warnings: MDNI, p in v unprotected sex, sub Eddie x dom reader, overstimulation 

A/N: this, this right here, this is my jam! I don't write sub Eddie a lot, so enjoy my beauties! 

Masterlist 

The slapping of wet skin saturates the space, the air itself humid and sweaty. You bounce on Eddie's cock, over and over and over, tight cunt perpetually sucking him in deeper if that were at all possible. 

Eddie's chest heaved, eyes seeming to widen on every bounce until he resembled some kind of bush baby, irises blown with lust. 

You could feel him twitching inside of you, the drag of your moistened walls answering him with spasms of their own. Soft whines and yelps are nearly held back by him, chapped bottom lip starting to bleed from his incessant biting.  

You flex your fingers stiffly around his throat, a threat of a grasp, capable of so much more. 

"I know you're close. Don't you dare." You glare at him as his face turns scarlet, Nodding under your villainous grip. 

"I, I w-won't, I swear, oh please" He practically drools, tongue beginning to lull from his mouth in an apparent display of submission. 

"I'm so close, pretty boy, you gonna be good for me?" You change your movements almost sluggishly, opting to grind down, slow and steady, pussy never leaving his slick covered skin. Your clit grinds harshly against his pubic bone as your eyes reel back in their sockets chasing your slippery release. 

"I- I'm trying, I'm really- oh fuck, I-" the rest is unintelligible as he releases inside you without warning, cum pebble dashing your insides suddenly and to his shame. 

Slowing your movements, you stop and stare down at him. 

"I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to, you just felt too good, and I-"

"I wasn't finished." 

Eddie's cheeks suffuse with blood, blush reaching halfway down his chest. 

"I know, I'm sorry, I could, I could eat you out-" 

Cutting him off, you speak softly, a hint of danger to the tone. 

"Do you think naughty boys get to go down on me?" Tilting your head with the question, your hardened eyes seek his. He can't meet your gaze, only looks down and away. 

"No." 

"See? So why did you say that?" As you question him, your hips start to move again, running slow and undeviating circles across his already hardening dick. You can feel it beginning to bloom again inside of you.  

Eddie hisses at the overstimulation, rough fingertips gripping your forearms. 

"I just wanted to help, fuck, I'm sorry." 

You watch him as his face scrunches up, too afraid to say anything to annoy you further, abdominal muscles stiffening. You soften slightly, if only for a moment. 

"This still OK, baby?" You ask, fingertips caressing his cheek gingerly. 

"Yeah, yes, please please-" He pants and whines, making you giggle. 

"Good. Because I'm not done." 

Grabbing the headboard with one hand, you hold his throat with the other, forcefully thrusting against him harder and harder. 

Staring directly into his eyes, you moan your release straight in his face, fingers flexing and finally loosening around his throat. He takes a gulp of heaving breath as he gazes up at you like you just hung the moon and stars in the sky for him. 

Smiling with relief, he cups your cheek. 

"I really am sorry baby." 

You bark out a mirthless laugh. 

"Who said I was done?" 

You watch as the colour drains from Eddie's face, whilst your hips begin their antagonising circles again. 

If you want to be on my perpetual Eddie list please give me a shout, it got a bit lost with Rumour!

@munson-blurbs @eddiesprincess86 @munsonology

[vampcubus]

hii ashi ive got a fun little thought for u

imgagine kyojuro, despite how strong he is, can never ride you for more than a few minutes. kyo always tries his best, but his legs always get so shakey and sore everytime by how overwhelming it is, that you have to help him fuck himself on your strap :((

bell u are a godsend i haven't been able to get this idea out of my mind since u sent it and now that i have coherent thoughts...

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!kyojuro, dom!reader, pegging, master kink, overstimulation, long orgasm, not proofread.

Kyojuro's trained to have incredible stamina, but it's like it all goes away and his legs turn to jelly when he's bottoming. He tries so hard to keep going, to keep bouncing on your cock but his legs are shaking and he lets out a frustrated whine. He slows down, looking about ready to cry when his orgasm slips out of his grasp.

"Aw, do you need help, baby?" you purr, watching him struggle with half-lidded eyes, amusement glinting in them. He was so cute it wasn't fair really, his steadily bouncing cock especially, which flops neglected against his belly with each pitiful thrust.

"Please help me. I'm sorry I can't do it myself any longer," he sobs, and you only croon, sitting up so you can adjust him, slipping your hands underneath his ass so you can spread him open and start to bounce him up and down on you. You thrust up into him and the head catches on a spot that makes him squeal, clinging onto you and slurring grateful open-mouthed kisses across your neck and shoulder. "Thank you! ohh thank you, master!"

"S'ok, master's got you. You don't gotta lift a finger. Let me do all the work. It's okay," you pant, a satisfying ache settling in your abdominals as you fuck up into him and press his hips down at the same time. He's all but howling with pleasure, lips sucking marks into the tender flesh of your throat. "There's a good boy."

He moans aloud at your praise, golden eyes rolling back as he loses himself to the pleasant scrape of the toy against his sensitive inner walls. You're practically abusing his prostate, fucking the sense right out of his muscled yet soft body. God he's so handsome, and burly, yet he falls apart and arches for you so prettily.

"Feels so good, m-master. Fffuck! Fuck, I feel so good!" Kyojuro wails, hand shooting to his cock to stroke it. You let him, eager to watch him unravel for you. "I-I'm gonna c-cum soon! Please, please may I cum?"

"Mhm, let it all out baby. Look at me while you cum all over my cock, yeah?" He tears himself away from your neck, teary honey and rose-colored eyes swimming with overwhelmed tears.

You fuck up into him harder at the sight, growling in delight and his hand speeds up on his cock. His dewy lashes flutter, fighting the urge to close. He wants to obey you, to be good for you. The knot in his belly finally snaps and he shouts in alarm as cum spills out of him, painting your stomach with seed as he thrashes and wails.

You bounce his body up and down on you through his orgasm, and he sobs, overstimulated. He stares at you with a desperate look, trembling as he continues to convulse and spurt for longer than he usually would.

"Oh gods! Oh gods! Unhh I-I can't stop cumming. O-oh fuck!" Kyojuro cries helplessly, though his hand keeps milking his own cock, the slippery, frantic movement making an obscene squelching sound.

"Shhh, just let it all out, sweetheart," you comforted, nudging his hand away from his sticky cock to replace it with your own. He flinches when you stroke him with a tight fist, wringing more cum out of him.

"A-ah okay, master. mhhh ahh!" he finally stops erupting, slumping against you with his head on your shoulder, exhausted and twitching like mad. You affectionately thumb at his tip a while longer as he softens in your grasp, before heeding his whimpers of 'no more.' and 'too sensitive.'

[kme-2020]

10 (Ava’s Perspective, Rescuer #1)

(Second of three parts, each with a different perspective in the same story)

I opened the patio door and stepped out, enjoying the warm autumn sunshine on my face. I loved cabin weekends, bringing my family and friends up to the lake. I set out a small snack plate of fruit and nuts. Holly grabbed some almonds while Lauren took some grapes. I sipped my wine and leaned back in my chair. “So, my new job…it’s been a good first month, but I have the funniest desk mate” I said. “Really?” Holly laughed, “how so?”. “She hums Taylor Swift songs while she works, it’s so distracting!” I said.

Holly rolled her eyes and Lauren’s shoulders shook from laughter, though I noticed she became very still. A pained look crossed her face and she closed her eyes, inhaling sharply. “Lauren?” I asked, frowning. Lauren gripped the edge of the table and opened her eyes. I looked at Holly who appeared equally confused. “Lauren, are you okay?” She asked. Lauren remained still and appeared to gag, a wheeze escaping her. Realization dawned on me- she’s choking! I thought, just as I heard Holly say “is she choking?”

I jumped to my feet and stepped around the table. “Lauren, can you breathe? Lauren? Hey, talk me to me…”. Lauren appeared to not hear me and remained seated, struggling to breathe as her face grew red. “Lauren!” I cried out. Without waiting for a response I slapped her back, hard. I gave her a few more back blows but Lauren remained silent. I gotta do the Heimlich I thought.

I bent down while Lauren remained seated and wrapped my arms around Lauren’s waist, struggling to find her belly button through her thick knitted sweater. Desperate, I pulled the fabric up and I made a fist and grasped it with my other hand, nestling my thumb into the skin jsut above Lauren’s belly button. I sharply pulled my fists in and up into her diaphragm, trying to force her lungs to cough. I noticed Lauren grip the table and shake her head, indicating she was still choking. I tried again and again, Lauren’s body lurching in her seat with each thrust.

Holly was beside me now and she leaned down to look at Lauren. “Try and cough!” She urged her. Holly looked at me and said “get her on her feet”. I nodded, “stand up!” I demanded as I dragged Lauren to her feet while Holly moved the chair out of the way. I repositioned myself for back blows and peered over Lauren’s shoulder. Her face and chest were flushed, and the panic was evident in her eyes. I struck her back between her shoulder blades again, watching, praying for the blockage to remove itself from her throat. Fuck I thought, trying to remain calm and focused.

I returned my focus to abdominal thrusts. Holly helped me straighten Lauren up and I reached my arms around her waist- easier this time as she was standing. I noticed Lauren growing heavy in my arms so I wiggled a foot between her feet, supporting her and bracing myself to deliver powerful thrusts. I continued the Heimlich maneuver as Holly called out to Lauren “come on, Lauren, cough! Cough!”.

I paused to quickly reposition my fists and sent another violent barrage of thrusts into Lauren’s abdomen. A retching noise suddenly escaped from Lauren’s throat and I heard a dull thud. “It’s out!” I heard Holly say, “it was a grape”. Lauren’s hands weakly find mine still around her waist. I notice they are shaking. “Lauren? Lauren are you okay?”, but there is no response from her.

I look to Holly who is equally concerned. “Lauren? Hey Lauren! Can you hear us?” She asks. Lauren’s body slips in my arms. “She’s passing out, get her to the ground!” Holly says. We work together and lay Lauren on her back and we kneel on either side of her. Holly grabbed her shoulders and shook her, saying “Lauren! Lauren, can you hear me?” Lauren doesn’t respond but a wheeze escapes her lips, gasping for air. I blink back tears as Holly wrenchs Lauren’s head back to open her airway and checks for breathing. I reach for Lauren’s hand and grasp it tightly, willing her to wake up.

“Her respirations are really shallow, she’s barely breathing…” Holly said, her brow furrowed with concentration. I glanced at Lauren’s chest but see no movement. Holly felt for a pulse at Lauren’s exposed neck, then pressed an ear to Lauren’s chest. “Her hearts beating quick but she struggling to move air properly…”. I watched as Holly straightened up and again opened Lauren’s airway, listening. Holly then pinched Lauren’s nose closed and leaned in to start rescue breathing. Her lips seal tight around Lauren’s lips and she exhaled a long, deep breath into our friend. Holly released the seal and air rushes out of Lauren’s lungs. Holly inhaled deeply and again delivered another breath into Lauren.

I watched as Holly calmly and efficiently continued mouth the mouth resuscitation for Lauren. Lauren’s breasts rose and fell rhythmically under her sweater. I felt for a pulse at her wrist; it was rapid and quick. “Stay with us Lauren!” I begged, tears now falling down my cheeks.

Holly exhaled another deep breath into Lauren’s lungs. Holly paused her rescue breathing momentarily and we both stared at Lauren whose mouth remained open and a grunt emanated from her throat. “Breathe Lauren, come on…” Holly encouraged her, rubbing Lauren’s chest vigorously.

“Is she coming around?” I asked. “Not yet” Holly shook her head. She returned her focus and delivered five more rescue breaths when Lauren let out a low groan. Holly paused again and I watched as she tapped Lauren’s checks. Holly placed a hand on Lauren’s chest and leaned in to check Lauren’s airway. “She’s breathing!” Holly exclaimed, and relief filled my body as Lauren groggily tried to open her eyes.

We both leaned in as I said, “Lauren, can you hear me?”. I watched with baited breath as Lauren’s eyes slowly focused on Holly’s face and nodded weakly. Holly pressed her fingers to Lauren’s pale neck and felt for her pulse. “I’m going to put you in the recovery position” Holly said as she gestured for me to help. We gently rolled Lauren onto her side and Holly leaned in close to Lauren, checking her breathing. She gingerly rubbed Lauren’s back and said “focus on breathing” in a gentle voice. Lauren didn’t reply but I saw her give a small nod. “You’re okay now, you’re going to be fine. We’ve got you”, Holly said as she looked up and met my gaze. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I realized how serious Lauren’s choking had quickly become. I placed a hand on Lauren’s shoulder and looked up at the sky, grateful she was okay.

[pinkiepiebones]

spillways.

(or, a maladaptive daydream in which I am murdered)

(Warnings for: Kidnapping, murder, bloodletting, throat cutting, dubcon)

What wakes me up is the sensation of my glasses sliding. I try to reach up to steady them, only to realise my arms are bound behind my back. And I'm hanging upside down.

My glasses fall. I thrash, panic. Tears sting my eyes and fall down my forehead. I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die Somewhere above me a light flickers on I can't see I try to roll my head up and I see a floor covered in plastic sheeting and buckets oh fuck fuck fuck fuck The ropes around my arms are too tight I can feel the material burning my skin as I shake trying to get loose A sound? Steps someone walking closer a stilted heartless laugh. A firm, cold hand grips the top of my head and I stop thrashing.

"Now now, none of that," a gentle voice coos. "You'll make a mess and I'll have less blood to take back." Another hand roams up over my breasts and across my stomach. "And we both know you don't have the abdominals necessary to hoist yourself up to the rail you're dangling from, so just- calm down."

The hand on my stomach retreats and the hand on my head pulls at my hair slightly, turning me, and I am face to face with my captor. He's tall I think, long limbs in a moth-eaten suit, pale greasy face and dark greasy hair and big blue eyes. He smells like wet earth and rot. He's smiling at me with a cold indifference.

"Wh-wh-what are you going to do to me?" I choke out. He clicks his tongue and gives me a little shake.

"I'm going to slice you open to bleed you out. Really, I thought it was pretty obvious." He fishes a knife out of his suit pocket and positions the sharp blade against my throat.

I start crying and thrashing again and there's a hot sting as he slides the knife down to my chin. It's not enough to cause bleeding, just enough to make me stop. He gives my hair another angry pull and mutters about forgetting duct tape. He pockets the knife and lets go of me. He steps out of the light and I twist to try to see what he's doing. I can hear shuffling beneath me.

My captor takes my glasses off of the plastic sheeting and gestures like he's offering to put them on my face. "Want to watch yourself die?" The way he asks is singsong, like he's a little kid who is about to tattle on someone.

I try to be brave, I try to stare him down. He tucks my glasses in the dirty collar of his shirt and grabs my head again, knife ready. He maneuvers himself so he's standing between some of the buckets.

"Hey idiot," I manage to spit out through my tears, "people only have five or six liters of blood, you wasted money on all those gallon buckets under me."

He furrows his brow and glances down, then back at me. "You'll eventually start convulsing," he says, "the extra buckets are for the spray."

"Sounds like you fucked up."

He thrusts the knife into my stomach. Just deep enough to break through my shirt and skin. I whimper and sob.

"You sound like my boss. I get enough criticism from him." He pulls the knife out of me and straightens himself up. "The only thing I want to hear from you any more is the sound of your blood filling these buckets," he growls.

"C-c-c-can I have a last request?"

He glares into my eyes.

"No."

The knife starts on the left side of my neck. He opens my artery with practiced ease. Blood flows down my face and hair and into one of the buckets. He's still gripping my hair. His hand and arm are getting soaked.

He keeps his eyes on mine. I try to stare back but blood is starting to fill my eyes. He pulls me closer suddenly and presses his mouth to mine, all anger and frustration and teeth. A kiss of death.

He cuts the right side of my neck.

it is

dark.

---

Renfield drags the bucket aside. He takes the glasses out of his shirt collar and tosses them into a garbage bag, along with the person's bag (ransacked for anything useful- nothing), wallet (money taken out; stealing credit cards is too risky), and phone (snapped in half). He clambers up and cuts the rope holding the corpse. It falls onto the plastic sheeting. He contemplates cutting off the fingers and pulverising the teeth. He decides against it and rolls the body up in the plastic, whistling as he works. He folds the corpse up as well as he can and stuffs it into the garbage bag.

He can see the dead eyes staring at him through the plastic and the blood.

He licks the blood from his lips and draws the bag shut.

[xbruised-peachx]

thank you for giving so much love to gromsko! Could we get an NSFW ABCs from you about him? 🥺❤️ i've seen a couple but i love your writing style and would love to see your interpretation

aFSGSGSHSFS MY FIRST LIL SHORT PROMPT THANK YOU SO MUCH

Obviously 🔞 MDNI, pure smut, fem reader (sorry i once again am self induging), no Y/N mentions, not betaread, and my headcanons!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's always holding you close to his chest, doesn't matter if he subs or doms, facing toward or away from him, you are gonna be nuzzled into his chest. If he doms though, he will hold off just to get some water for you and will ask if you need anything else.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👏tHIS MAN LOVE ASS BUT ESPECIALLY THIGHS. YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. He always will hold your hips against his when cuddling, making sure you can feel as he gets harder. When you are in shorts at home, it's incredibly common for him to come up behind, letting his fingers trail little indents as he grabs at your supple thighs. And god forbid you're just in panties or just a shirt, he will be struggling to keep eye contact. His hands will never leave the area below your hips for a few hours. (And if it's just his shirt? That's gonna be off in 0.2 seconds then you got something even bigger to deal with)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he desperately, and I mean desperately (he will literally beg even though he knows the answer), wants to cum inside, he knows for many reasons it's not feasible most times. So he'll go for the stomach otherwise. He loves seeing your abdominals flinch as its hit by the little bit of heat from it, seeing it slowly spread across your tummy. When he gets permission to cum inside though? That's all he's doing. Your hips will be glued to his, his strong grip making sure you are going nowhere and that you will get every drop.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Weirdly specific, hear me out... he's really into smells. He buries his nose into your hair while cuddling or kissing your neck, and you can hear that distinctive deep breath in. When he's going down, he's in absolute bliss, talking about how you smell as good as you taste. He's asked you before if he can take some panties for when he's on duty, and often a lonely night has been perked up by him buried deep in them, stroking himself to the memory of you. He also has developed a medical kink in a universe where you are in the military. He's helped you out so many times, while he doesn't like seeing you in pain, he can't help but enjoy seeing your face contort, whining out while your in his caring hands. He's fantasize many times about giving you a more hands on physical... just so he can practice more.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I say he knows what he's doing but despite seeming confident and cocky, he's only really gotten with two people. One a relationship and the other a much more casual hook up. The more casual one is where he got more of his experience from so he is insanely happy everyday he can share it with the one he loves and he feels the love from you from how you react.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. While it is basic, he just can't get over looking into your eyes, watching as your face screws into pleasure with every thrust, knowing he's the one giving you all this pleasure. Able to easily kiss your body while he's going, hearing you clearly as you moan his name.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's never one to leave sarcasm at the door when things get saucy. He'll always be cracking a joke when appropriate because he loves hearing your laugh, seeing you smile as you moan. It makes it so much more memorable to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man can barely grow a mustache so he keeps whatever hair he can 💀 Nah but he keeps it you know, somewhat tidy but otherwise he is quite hairy, being on arms and legs especially, but he keeps his chest somewhat trimmed. He'll always keep a happy trail because he loves the look and keeps downstairs cut as short as he can as he hates the feeling of when hair just starts growing back.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves telling you how great your doing, how beautiful you look in between cursing to himself in Polish just from how good you feel. He can't look at your body too long without kissing it, any part of it. With that, he keeps your body close to his, absolutely adoring all that skin to skin contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Definitely while he's on tour/on duty. He's snuck phones to call you before, you've printed some physical photos for him as long as he swore to keep it somewhere no one else would see it. Often, he'll do it in the shower just to the thought of you, especially after a long mission. He needs to relieve his stress.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Just one of them so I don't go on forever; MARKING. He absolutely adores leaving hickeys and seeing them the next day. Little bite marks dot your shoulders and breasts. Your thighs have permant little marks from him grabbing hard and spreading them wide or just from while eating you out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers private places so he has you all to himself, but he doesn't mind anywhere; on the couch, the bed, in the kitchen while cooking, taking a shower together. In a universe where your both in the military, he doesn't mind at all doing it in a tent. He'll lay out a nice blanket and he loves how close you get when the wind gets blowing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Accepting his flirts or flirting back always gets him going. He loves that build up conversation, playing off your words and getting you to smile. He loves kissing you too, quickly turning to heated makeouts with you on his lap, tongues wrapping in the middle as he pulls you even closer.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Due to his medical training, he really can't do knife or gunplay. He doesn't like the risk at all and can't ignore it.

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

While he likes receiving, like any other guy, he is way more into giving. He could eat you out for hours, milking every moan from you. Loves making you cum multiple times, begging everytime for you to cum on his face. When you aren't sitting on his face, he'll have his fingers going on you as well, making sure you are in heaven, moaning his name while he softly strokes himself to your noises and taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He much more prefers taking his time, letting you orgasm many times before even getting started himself. Maybe even getting a couple in himself if he has the energy for it (he's edged himself a few times). Once he's finally towards him cumming though, he will go way more fast, rough, and erratic as he chases his own climax. He goes a bit animalistic during this point though, mostly even not speaking English as he can't be bothered to translate himself.

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

He doesn't mind them but like I said, prefers a slow pace. He'll often reserve quickies for things like showers or, in a universe where your in the military, he'll go for quickies more often for obvious reasons, pulling you into a closet for something quick and quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to do anything you want to certain limits. He doesn't want to actually hurt you so that's his boundary but otherwise he is more than willing to try something to make you happy and to see if it's something he'll like himself.

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

He's built up some stamina by edging himself, but generally can go only 2-3 at most. For you, he'll make you cum way more than that but he'll make sure you are well worked on before he works on himself. He can last a while, but once he's inside you, he thinks its just heaven on earth and sometimes has to find himself slowing down his pace so he can truly have all the time he wants with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

For the most part he's open to it but actually prefers it vanilla. He's used a vibrating cock ring before and both of you enjoyed it, but often in the heat of the moment, he prefers not dealing with the hassle. When he was on a particularly long tour though, he did buy a lovense, and that lead to some fun nights.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he loves it. He loves seeing just how far he can push you, seeing what it'll take to get you to beg. He'll bring his hands as far up his thigh as he can, barely ghosting the area in between. He just loves hearing you moan without ever touching your clit or put his fingers inside.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is definitely loud as hell, usually groaning and growling but can't keep his mouth shut about how good you feel, how you sound so lovely, how beautiful you look. Particularly as he loses himself more and more to pleasure, he'll slip from just cursing in Polish to speaking full sentences, whether or not you can understand him, he gets to a point he doesn't care. He can't even think straight from how good he feels and he just wants to praise you, even if he can't think in English.

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

OKAY I will used this to state my absolutely solid stance that Gromsko is a HEAVY switch. While he will sometimes ask you, most times he will just go with the follow. While he does whatever he can do please you, whatever you want, he does have his own desires. Sometimes he just wants to show his strength to you, dominating over you and seeing you becoming a moaning mess under him, knowing that he's the one making you feel so good. And sometimes he just wants to be the one begging for more of your touch, desperately kissing at your neck to please you, hoping to get more from you. He knows much you love when his eyes roll back when your riding him, making him moan and lose his grip on your hip as he loses himself.

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

6 ¾ inch, getting up to 7 ¼" when hard (17 cm, 18.4 hard). He's pretty thick all around though, but he makes sure to work you up nicely so he can slip right in before he even tries. He knows his size so he makes sure you are comfortable the whole time. He's also uncut.

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

I'd say just a little above average, but if he's been gone a while on missions, his brain is so preoccupied with work that he doesn't realize how much he missed you til your arms around him as soon as he walks through the door. The second you kiss he realizes how pent up he truly is, and the kiss quickly deepens gets messy after that. In a universe where your both in the military, he does find it a bit harder to resist you when are around the base, but he can do it. Once he gets his moment alone though, he's gonna make sure you never forget it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

THIS MAN GOES OUT LIKE A LIGHT. He can have the stamina to cum a few times but the second he get you nice and cozy, cuddled up against him, the gentle rhythm of his chest quickly turns to his rather loud snore.

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: imagine being like,,, a sentient sex doll. a pretty one, not one of the goofy creepy ones. a pretty little doll no bigger than maybe 30cm tall, but your owner is this huge guy that loves dressing you and using you to de-stress by shoving his cock into your silicone-insert tummy. maybe he even gets too rough and splits it open, only to have new ones ready to install...

Ooh, this one is creative! Being a pretty little plaything for someone so much bigger than me… You probably had a sentience in mind reminiscent of being trapped in a doll’s body, but I like the idea that there’s an option for sentient, responsive dolls specifically so that they can be toyed with and played with more than a normal doll ever could. It would just be cute if they were fully advertised with their moans and whines, their begging, even their screaming and tears.

Maybe my owner shelled out for a sentient doll specifically so that he could make it whine and whimper. He knows that he’s a big guy, so he figured it’d be easy enough to dominate something as small and weak as me. He’s right, of course - sentience be damned, I was still made to be a doll, so I’m powerless to resist my owner. The first time he lays his cock atop my body to show off just how much he can stuff me full, I’m terrified, but unable to resist as he slowly, slowly fucks me open, breaking me in over a period of days to mold my silicone body to the right shape.

After that, he gets rougher. The bulge of his cock in my abdomen is uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable that I can’t take it. I was designed to take it, after all. I was designed to take his cock at all times, however he wants me to take it. I have to obey him when he impales me and commands that I stroke his cock through my silicone skin. I have to. My sentience fights against my purpose, arguing for free will instead of my design, but the manufacturing process wins as I have dozens of toy orgasms around a cock too big for me.

A particularly stressful day puts him in a bad mood, and he takes longer to return home from work than usual. When he does, however, he slaps a box of replacement abdominal components on his desk and then dangles me in front of them. It takes me a second to realize that, if he has the parts, he’s probably going to need them. If I were human, I would be crying in earnest, but instead I sob in a quiet simulation of resignation as he positions his cock at my entrance.

He jerks me up and down roughly, faster than he’s ever used me before. The bulge in my middle is more prominent than ever, and I scream, sensing that something inside of me will break. Much like humans, I’m programmed to know when something is wrong. I don’t have a traditional pain response, but my diagnostics system treats things like they’re painful, in a way. I just know that he’s stretching me too thin, using me too rough, pushing me to my limits, and I sob, asking him to stop, begging him to slow down. If anything, that just makes him more aggressive.

With the rip of silicone, he finally bursts through my rubber belly, and I scream. He doesn’t stop, his cock thrusting through the open hole he’s made, and he just jerks me up and down even harder. He commands me to hug his cock, to wrap my arms around it, and I can only obey, making something tight for him to thrust into as I sob for breath that I don’t even need. He keeps using me until he reaches his breaking point, and only then does he pull out and jack off to completion, cumming into my toy body cavity.

After he’s recovered from breaking me, he finally gives me the mercy of replacing my damaged silicone insert. He’s not gentle about it, not at all, and makes sure that I know he’s keeping the damaged one around - just in case he wants to really treat me rough again.

He also reminds me, with a grin, that he has enough replacement components to repeat this fun little trick with almost any of my body parts.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

I would gladly eat out and absolutely ravage Sniper's stupid vagina even if it meant taking an extra 15 minutes picking pubes out of my teeth afterwards. I am licking into that hole. I want to see those lithe thighs TREMBLE. I want to see those NONEXISTANT ASS MUSCLES CLENCH GODDAMNIT. I want to hear him CURSE and SWEAR in STRINE out of PLEASURE WHILE I EAT HIM OUT. I want him BREATHLESS and GROWLY. I want to see the way his scars distort and stretch as his abdominal muscles RIPPLE whilst he ARCHES HIS BACK and UNDULATES and THRUSTS HIS CUNT INTO MY MOUTH. I WANT HIM TO GRIP MY HEAD AND HOLD IT IN PLACE AS HE CLENCHES HIS THIGHS AROUND MY TEMPLES. I want to feel that thing FLUTTER and CLENCH in PLEASURE.

And then I want him to eat ME out because goddamn Girl what that mouth do. With those teeth? With that voice? Hot dang. Bet you could very very subtly feel the vibrations of his voice through his mouth if he ate you out and moaned on the bottom of his register at the same time. I want him OUT OF BREATH.

And then I want him to go lay in his hammock, drowsy. And I want him to hold the side down of the hammock, inviting me to join him and we BOTH have a post nut nap in the sun TOGETHER completely NAKED with our legs tangled.

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW DESPERATELY I WANT TO SEE THIS MAN FEEL PLEASURE. AND TO BE THE ONE TO GIVE IT? CHRIST I AM INSANEEEE

ahem. Anyways. Sorry if you don't like hornyposting in your ask box. I needed to get that out of my system

zircon anon

Honey like 98% of the horny posts on this blog are asks, don't worry about it! This is sooooo hot btw I'm saur here for Sniper tf2 pussy at all times. I think he'd be really good at keeping quiet while jacking off btw so cool goal is to get him to make some noise for you

[systemadministratorclu]

Doom would about have a heart attack if she still had a heart, but seeing as she doesn't any longer she settles for rushing back and forth in a panic instead. Her brightly glowing yellow eyes go by in a blur as she tries to figure out what's wrong, why her skinny nerdy friend isn't breathing - or seems like he isn't breathing. How is she supposed to help him? She can't give him CPR - she has no air she can breathe into his lungs. She can do chest compressions, but, hell, she's too freaked out to remember how to do any of that so she starts yelling.

"HELLLLLP! SOMEONE HELP!"

And then back to Milo. "Okay, okay, you're okay, no reason to panic. We're not panicking here. Can you- Are you actually not breathing? Are you choking on something? You have one second to nod or shake your head and answer me before I start giving you abdominal thrusts and trust me, coming from me it's really gonna hurt, so are you choking?"

(From the flashback meme!)

@the-haunted-office

Milo didn't respond. He didn't even hear her. His eyes had a glazed, faraway look to them, almost like his body was here in the office, but his mind was somewhere else. He coughed weakly and a small word came out, a somewhat surprising one.

"Mama!" He gasped it out, another cough at the end.

Rourke raced through the office as soon as he heard Doom yelling. He actually dropped and slid across the floor to Milo's side.

"He's not choking, Doom. It's......it's his memory. In his mind, he's reliving something fom his past, and his body's reacting to it. He can actually still breathe, but he probablycouldn't during whatever he's reliving......which means.......I think I know exactly what memory it is. Can you find us someplace a bit more private than the hallway and I'll tell you? Please?" He carefully took Milo in his arms and followed her, talking to him as they went. Except he sounded almost like he was talking to a toddler or small child. But it seemed to work. Milo's body relaxed, and the gasping choking noises were replaced by soft sniffling sounds as he hid his face in Rourke's chest. Once Doom found them a room, he sat down with Milo against him, sniffling softly into Rourke's chest, and the ex-soldier could feel a wet spot growing on his shirt. He held him close and just let him, occasionally stroking his hair or rubbing his back. He looked back up to Doom.

"This......happens to him sometimes. He......he was three years old at the time. The train he was on with his parents derailed. Crashed and caught on fire. And the stretch of track was out in the country, so it took a while for help to get there. His parents could've lived, but.......they went back for Milo." Rourke knew the whole story, and told it easily, though his eyes filled with tears as he told it.

They had almost escaped when both realized their son was not with them, and both fought through the other frantic passengers, screaming their child's name as they did.

Milo had fallen when all the people started running. He'd tripped and lost his hold on his mama's hand, and now she was gone. And so were his glasses. He couldn't see, but he could feel how hot it was, smell the awful smoke that made him cough, hear the fading shouts of people and the roar of the flames. He tried to follow where he thought they'd gone, but something bright and hot fell down in front of him. He screamed and jumped backward.

"MAMA!! DADDY!!" He screamed. The heat and loud noise and brightness were so scary. He coughed more as he backed up against something dark and started to cry, occasionally screaming for his mama and daddy.

Then suddenly they were there. He couldn't see them, but he heard the voices, felt his mama pick him up and hug him tight. There was a loud noise and the child shrieked and hid his face against his mother.

"I'm scared, Mama! I can't see!" He cried.

"I know, sweetheart, you're alright now. Mama's here, Mama's got you, Milo." She was saying something to his daddy that he couldn't hear over his own crying (in fact, they were realizing they were trapped, as the way they'd come was blocked by flaming debris) They had tears of their own on their faces as they realized all three of them would likely die here. Milo continued to scream and cry, even as they found a space that miraculously was not burning. They pushed Milo as far into that space as they could, then shielded him with their bodies. They talked to him the whole time, saying how much they loved him, even as things got hotter, there was more smoke.

Then a sound of something large crashing down almost right on top of him. And suddenly his mama and daddy weren't talking to him anymore. They seemed to get heavier, like they were actually laying on top of him. But no matter what he did, they didn't respond, didn't get off him. The poor child didn'tknow they were dead. He was alone in the midst of a burning hell.

By some miracle, Milo was still alive when the fire was put out and someone found him. It was confirmed his parents had saved his life by shielding him as they had. The large piece of debris that killed them had missed hitting little Milo beneath them. Their final act had been one of love for their child.

When Rourke finished, Milo had settled, having cried himself to sleep in the other man's arms. As he usually did when this happened.

[synthetickitsune]

Hi~ i saw your requests are open and was wondering if i could ask for 18 and 35 from the smut list with yonghoon please? Have a lovely day ♡

Tbh my requests are always open for Onewe jk jk... unless? 👀

Yonghoon (Onewe) | Rough and desperate & “Show me how much you missed me.” smut | 0.8k

The windows that no one bothered to open to let some air in after the previous night are getting foggy. The room is alive with sounds, skin on skin, heavy breathing. Yonghoon’s lips meet yours again and again. He whines into each kiss, his hips snapping into yours at a frenzied pace. 

He struggles to keep himself up. He yearns to touch you, run his hands all over your body, to commit every single inch of you into his memory again. At the same time, he can’t stop. He can’t slow down. He needs to make you his. You're not an object, nothing to own, and he feels guilty for the thoughts in his head. At the same time, he can't help the possessiveness that has taken hold of his mind. Unable to do much else, he cups your jaw and holds you still as he kisses you, his tongue entering your mouth without resistance. Anything to soothe the ache, the desire. His fingers slide lower, ghosting over your throat.

You clench around him with a whimper. Your hand wraps around his wrist for a second before it moves higher, tracing the line of his bicep until you dig your nails into his shoulder. Yonghoon envies you. You’re free to touch him as much as you want. He feels your other hand brushing up and down across his stomach, over his chest and back down again. It’s driving him crazy with need, desperate to touch you.

Unable to hold back anymore, he sheats himself inside you with one deep thrust that has you choking on some broken sound. He gathers you in his arms, sucking mark after mark onto your neck as he carefully rolls both of you over until you’re lying on top of him.

“Hoonie-” you try to speak but all you can do is gasp when he thrusts into you again. He feels so good you feel like biting something. Preferably him, but that might not be such a great idea.

“Ride me,” he moans as he helps you roll your hips over his, “Show me how much you missed me.”

Maybe making him just as much of a mess as you are might be a good alternative. Though by the looks of it, he already is.

You lift your hips before lowering yourself again and he meets your movements, but it’s not enough. You can’t bounce on him as fast as you’d like while caressing his torso. You don’t wanna give that up, though. You’ve had enough time to stare at him, run your hands all over his body, but it’s not enough. The changes are not all that drastic, yet it feels uncomfortable not to feel familiar with every inch of him. Yonghoon himself seems to be struggling with keeping his hands on one spot. He strokes your thighs, your sides and chest, your arms, desperately mapping your body again. And yet sweet, needy whines are spilling from his lips. So you prop your hands on his chest in the end, giving both of you what you crave.

It’s much easier to fuck yourself on his cock this way, and he thrusts up in perfect sync with you. You wanna see him, wanna watch him fall apart, but you can’t keep your eyes open. Much less so when his hand sneaks between your bodies to draw circles on your clit. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids, your abdominal are muscles convulsing as your climax approaches. You hear yourself pleading for more.

His other hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down. Your lips crash together effortlessly. Yonghoon takes over, guiding the movements of your hips while desperately pounding into you. His voice blends in with yours as he begs you to let go with him, his hand covering yours on his chest, fingers sliding between yours as he squeezes. He pulls you closer, he can’t stand the space between you. It’s almost like he’s annoyed he can’t crawl under your skin and really it’s the last push you need to come undone with a soft gasp. Your walls squeeze him, coaxing his own climax out of him and his moans stutter, high-pitched and broken as his arms envelop you and hold you to his chest. 

Your body feels like it’s floating. He’s as warm around you as you must be around him and the thought makes you giggle. He hums, not entirely down from his high, but already willing to tend to your every need. 

“I just missed this,” you admit softly as you caress his ribs, feeling new lines of muscles that weren’t there before.

“This,” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips into yours which makes you hiss with overstimulation, “Or this?” He hugs you tighter with a kiss to your forehead.

“You,” you answer instead, “I missed you.”

[marypsue]

I was asked for recommendations because of this post, and here are a handful:

The Wicker Man (1973): The quintessential folk horror viewing experience, this movie is exactly as good as everybody always says it is. The soundtrack alone is worth the watch. Has a Wonderland-esque quality, where the main character is thrust into a world where everything he thinks he knows is turned topsy-turvy, and everybody around him seems to be determined to irritate and confuse him into an early grave. If you haven't been spoiled for the ending yet, try not to be before you give it a watch.

House / Hausu (1977): This movie was made in Japan, so most people call it Hausu, but the title card styles it as 'House' in English and has a voiceover that says "House!" at the same time. This is a surrealistic, almost cartoony psychedelic trip of a movie, where characters are named after the archetypes they fall into and special effects are added with hand-drawn animation onto film. Starting out like a parody of slice-of-life high school dramas and quickly getting weird with it, it could be silly and campy, and in some places it is, but I also found it creepy and psychologically unsettling in a way that sneaks up on you and gets right under your skin.

Halloween (1978): John Carpenter's original is a classic for a reason. Unlike many entries in the inescapable trend for masked killers cutting up co-eds that it inspired, this one is a moody, atmospheric, tense suspense thriller broken up by sharp, sudden explosions of violence. This is one of my all-time favourite horror movies and one that I go back to over and over.

Suspiria (1977): This movie is a candy-coloured confection of spun-sugar broken glass, cotton-candy razor wire, and raspberry-syrup blood. The aggressive use of the Goblins' creepily enchanting theme song nearly made me turn this one off in the first few minutes, but I stuck with it and I'm so glad I did. This is one you want to watch if you're looking for a Grimm fairy tale updated into the modern day (in 1977), built around a series of baroque and dramatically stagey murders.

The Haunting of Julia / Full Circle (1977): 1977 was, apparently, a good year for horror. The Haunting of Julia, or Full Circle, depending on the country of release, is a psychological ghost story with an absolutely gorgeous set and soundtrack. Is Julia really being haunted by a ghost, or just her own guilt? By the end of the movie, you may still not know for sure. This one is truly a horror movie for those of us who grew up on the 90s A Little Princess and The Secret Garden movies. (Just bear in mind that the abdominal thrust manoeuvre for helping choking victims, popularised by Dr. Henry Heimlich, wasn't common public knowledge until after an info campaign in the early 80s.)

Let's Scare Jessica To Death (1971): This is such a surreal nightmare of a movie that in the end, you may end up questioning whether any of the violence actually happened, or whether its perpetrator was really who it seemed to be. Don't go into this one for the plot (it doesn't make a whole lot of sense), go into it for the imagery and the slow ominous rising dread (and the possibility of ancient immortal vampires).

I've also got Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970) and Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979) on my list to watch.

There's something about seventies horror that reminds me of live theatre, actually. The sets and costumes are often cheap, and when it comes to period pieces, more 'inspired by' than accurate; the makeup is big and visible; even when the effects are really good, the blood is usually unnaturally red. The acting tends toward the broad and stagey.

And yet, it's also clear that realism is not the goal. Rather, the movie works to draw you in to a unified fiction, to get you to share in its nightmare. The best seventies horror I've seen has a dreamlike, Vaseline-lensed quality, a sense that it doesn't matter whether or not everything that happens in the movie is likely or even possible in real life. We've stepped outside of real life into a self-contained bubble with its own logic and its own sense, a dark fairy tale where the corpses of young girls might transmute into hares or eternally hungry floating heads, or the night of All Hallows might summon a stalking, unkillable masked evil from the past, or a ballet studio might be entirely controlled by witches. Even the lowest-budget, most exploitative Hammer flicks don't escape the touch of that dreaminess, that velvety, enfolding unreality. The movie suggests a world, and we, if we are wise, gladly succumb to the power of that suggestion.

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AEW Dynasty Zero Hour 4/21/24

Trent Beretta vs. Matt Sydal -- Trent lands a brainbuster. Trent pulls Sydal off the top into a saito suplex. Sydal lands a nice spinning heel kick and a hook kick. Trent goes for a German suplex, but Sydal lands on his feet. Trent takes his fingers to Sydal's nose, then lands a half and half suplex and a lariat for two. Sydal sweeps Trent's legs on the top, and Trent goes back-first onto the top turnbuckle. Sydal lands White Noise and a meteora off the top. Trent face plants Sydal on the top turnbuckle, then lands a nasty, spike Gotch piledriver for 2.5!!! Trent lands a running knee, then locks in a Gogoplata choke for the submission! Dang! 

This was a really good, entertaining match with Trent getting a singles win that he desperately needs if he's going to start on a singles run. Loved the submission finish. Rating: 3.25 

Trent attacks Matt and his brother Mike after the match. Chuck makes the save. Trent says he will give Chuck until Wednesday to tell him where he stands and who his best friend is. 

Katsuyori Shibata and Orange Cassidy vs. Shane Taylor and Lee Moriarty -- Orange and Moriarty start on the mat. Shibata tags in with an uppercut, a bow and arrow stretch, and a kick to the back of Moriarty. Taylor comes in with an overhand chop! Chop by Shibata, HUGE punch to the midsection by Taylor, two big boots by Shibata, round kicks to the legs by Shibata to chop Taylor down, big round kick to the chest by Shibata!!!! What an exchange!! Orange tags in with an elbow drop off the top on Taylor for two. Series of right hands from Orange to Moriarty outside. Ogogo comes from behind and tries to punch Orange, but Shibata stops him with uppercuts, then Taylor comes out of nowhere and lays Shibata out with a the punch to face!! Damn! Taylor lands a leg drop on Orange on the apron! Taylor with a big overhand chop to Orange, then Moriarty tags in with a spinning slam to Orange. Shibata tags in with boots to both guys, then elbows in the corner, a running dropkick, and a beautiful butterfly suplex on Moriarty for two!!!! Abdominal stretch by Shibata, but Taylor comes in to break it up! Shibata lands a huge overhand palm strike to Taylor's face, then alternating chest chops and jaw jabs in the corner! Double corner dropkicks by Orange and Shibata on Taylor! Moriarty snaps Orange's fingers back!! What a noise! Orange lands a stunner and goes for something else, but Moriarty reverses into the Border City Stretch. Orange gets his shoulders down for two! Orange lands a DDT! Taylor ducks an Orange Punch and lands a huge headbutt!!! Taylor goes for a package piledriver?? on Orange, but Shibata stops it with a sleeper on Taylor while Taylor is still holding Orange! Taylor drops to the mat, and Ogogo jumps on the apron! Shibata lands a boot to Ogogo's face and a nasty running PK to Taylor's chest! Moriarty comes in with a jumping knee and a nice back-arch pinning combo on Orange for two! Crucifix by Orange on Moriarty for two! Orange ducks an enziguri by Moriarty and lands great-looking Orange Punch on Moriarty for the pinfall!

Oh man, I loved this match so much!!!! Shibata was the star here as usual, but everyone was great. Some great-looking strikes by Taylor in particular. Really great stuff. Rating: 3.75 

Jay White and The Gunns (c) vs. Billy Gunn and The Acclaimed (c) for both the ROH World Six Man Tag Team Championship and the AEW World Trios Championship -- The Acclaimed with a neckbreaker into a backstabber combo on Colten, then Scissor Me Timbers on Austin. One of the Gunns takes a groin shot. Someone says Billy may not have grandchildren after that. Schiavone: "If I had two sons like that, I'm not sure I'd want grandchildren." Lmao. Nice elbow, chop, thrust kick combo by Bowens on one of the Gunns. Jay slams Bowens face-first on the apron twice, then rolls him in for two. Excalibur: "Jay White carrying the weight for the Bang Bang Gang, much like I am here at the desk." Lmao, true. Colten lands a Fameasser on Billy for two. Austin distracts the ref, while Jay takes a bat to Billy's back, then the Gunns land 3:10 to Yuma, but Billy kicks out at 2.5! Wtf! Jay lands a uranage on Bowens, then locks in a sleeper on Billy, but Billy reverses and lands a Fameasser on Jay. Caster lands an elbow off the top on Jay, then Billy covers him for two. Billy goes for a Fameasser, but Jay blocks it. Billy blocks a Bladerunner attempt and rolls up Jay for two. Jay finally lands a Bladerunner for pinfall. Thank god. 

Solid match with the right team winning. So glad Jay got the pinfall on Billy after that embarrassing squash match they subjected him to a few weeks ago. Rating: 2.75 

[joanascock]

spanish girl squad + beating the shit out of each other

[lachrimae-verae]

I don't want to derail or sidetrack, but I wanna say that generally, if you are not a skinny adult man or woman, the cpr you get taught is really really bad. I'm a preschool teacher and have to be trained every year. I have been at schools that start children as young as 6 weeks old. We are all VERY serious about learning how to perform life saving procedures for our students.

There have been multiple years where we have been "trained" to use a full hand infant's chest to perform abdominal thrusts on children under 6 months. That's INSANE and would very likely crush a child's entire ribcage. If you aren't aware, you're supposed to use the heel of your hand on a child's back with them facing downwards over your other arm. We were also informed that to do chest compressions we should also use a full hand 🙃. Which is also ridiculous. 2 fingers only is absolutely what you should be using for infants. And when pointed out, our instructors were like "😊 well who is the professional here 😊, hmm?" Clearly not her.

That being said, I did end up asking another time what we should do for children in one age group who are in a higher weight percentage, like how to tell shen we should move from doing the toddler appropriate ATs and compressions, and the instructor looked at me like they had never been asked the question which was, uhhh, not great. They never answered my question

This is not like a fully completed thought but yk

So I've done my first aid + CPR a few times. And every single time I try and bring up scenarios for fat folks

Specifically like 'what if someone is too large for me to wrap my arms around then to do the heimleich'

And its incredibly rare I get a decent answer.

How absolutely insane is it that me, as a fat person, is asking how to have MY life saved or to save ANOTHER life, is an impossible feat if someone is fat.

Most of the time they tell me to 'just try anyways uwu'

There has got to be a better option.