#DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE MASTERPIECE THAT IS THIS SHOW???

[danadiadea]

Voldemort would never even consider touching Snape, in fact, it was his pet who killed him. Stop posting this crap in the Voldemort tag. You're embarrassing yourselves in front of who actually understand the character and know that Snape is not his canon partner.

Warnings: smut, explicit content, Voldemort fucking someone who's not Bellatrix, Voldemort actively considering touching Snape; oral sex, anal sex, rimming, fingering, dirtytalk, slight dub-con if you squint.

The air in the luxurious bedroom of Malfoy Manor was thick with the scent of Narcissa's refined roses. The room was a testament to the greatness or pure blood, of the superiority of wizards – unnaturally soft velvet drapes pooled on the marble floor, a four-poster bed was draped in mysteriously shimmering silks, and floating candles cast fractured light on the walls – a place just barely good enough to host the heir of Slytherin himself.

Severus stood before Voldemort, his slender frame unnaturally rigid, his thin lips pressed tight together. His black eyes, usually sharp and unpenetratable, got clouded with an emotion for a second – was it guilt, or a twisted sense of elation, it was impossible to tell – but then got cold and empty again. He stood there, knowing that Albus Dumbledore was dead and feeling the warm blood Avada had never spilt on his hands.

Voldemort, meanwhile, loomed before him, his presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. His red eyes were gleaming with such power, such raw force, it made even Severus, who was accustomed to that overpowering presence, feel small.

“You’ve done well, Severus,”  Voldemort purred, his voice a soft hiss that sent shivers down Snape’s spine. “I always knew that you would do for me what that Malfoy's cub could never accomplish."

Severus bowed his head, his black hair falling forward to shield his expression. “It was my duty, my lord,” he whispered, his tone a careful mix of pride and humility. 'Severus, please' – his memory helpfully provided. It was his duty indeed, but it didn't make it any easier.

Voldemort stepped closer, his chalk white fingers reaching out to tilt Severus' chin up. “Duty, yes,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “But also loyalty, wasn't it? You’re my most trusted advisor, my favourite servant (and you're way more fun than Bellatrix). And favourites deserve rewards.”

Snape's breath hitched as Voldemort’s hand moved down, sliding over his chest, his abdomen, before resting on his sharp hip bone. The touch was possessive, demanding, and Severus felt his resolve waver. He knew what was coming – he had anticipated it, even craved it – but the knowledge did nothing to ease the shame that coiled in his gut.

“Undress,”  Voldemort commanded, his high voice indisputable. “Let me see what I own.”

Severus' fingers trembled as he unfastened his belt, the sound of the buckle clinking against the marble floor loud in the silence. He took off his black, heavy robes, and naked, he stood before the Dark Lord, pale skin stark against the darkness of the clothes at his feet. His body was so thin it looked fragile, but there was defiance in this vulnerability.

Voldemort’s eyes raked over him, cold and appraising. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his lipless mouth curving. “So delicate, so obedient. You’re a masterpiece, Severus. My masterpiece I made out of a pathetic half-blood boy.”

Severus flinched at the words, the praise feeling like a brand. He was no masterpiece – he was a traitor, a murderer, and his exhausted body was decaying together with his shattered soul. But the Dark Lord's voice sounded as irresistible as ever, and he needed more.

Voldemort stepped closer, his body pressing against Severus’, his skin cool against the warmth of Snape’s flesh. “On your knees,” he ordered, his breath hot against Snape’s helplessly burning cheek. “Show me how loyal you are.”

Severus obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees on the cold marble. His knees hurt – but the walls of the room were light blue, the colour of Albus' eyes, and that hurt more.

Voldemort’s large hands gripped Severus' hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. “You’re mine, Severus,” he hissed, his voice suddenly sounding completely inhumane. “Body and soul. Never forget that.”

Severus closed his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes, my Lord,” he whispered, the words a surrender, because he was the Dark Lord's, wholly and completely now, with Albus dead and the Order dreaming to have his head nailed next to the heads of the Blacks' house elves.

Voldemort’s grip in his hair went cruel, which was a sign to act. Severus leaned forward, his hands opening the robe, his lips parting to take Voldemort’s length, his tongue swirling around the head in a slow, deliberate motion. The Dark Lord hissed, his cold body arching into the touch.

“That’s it,”  Voldemort groaned, his voice low with need. “Suck me in, Severus. Show me how much you want this.”

Snape obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his tongue tracing every vein, every ridge. He could taste the bitterness of guilt, mingling with the weirdly humane salt of the Dark Lord's skin. He took the cock down to the root, his hooked nose pressing into Voldemort's hairless abdomen, and breathed deep to take control over his protesting throat. His nails pressed into the thin, translucent skin of his wrists, the sharp pain being welcomed.

“Good boy,” Voldemort murmured, encouraging. “So eager, so obedient. You’re perfect, Severus. My perfect little traitor.”

The word struck Snape like a blow, a surge of primal, animalistic fear of being uncovered freezing his insides, but after a horrific second, he understood Voldemort meant his betrayal of the Order. His traitorous body disagreed it's all there was, though, hard and aching and aroused despite the atrocity he committed.

Voldemort pulled away abruptly, taking the cock out with a lewd sound. “Enough,” he said, his voice strained. “Time for your reward.”

Snape looked up, his eyelashes wet with tears, his throat chafed and tired. Voldemort’s red eyes met his, red like blood, and Lily's hair under the candlelight. 

"On the bed,” he commanded.

Snape laid down promptly, the silk sheets cool against his skin, legs spread wide in invitation. The Dark Lord loomed over him, his thin body looking as frightening and inhumane as ever.

“So open, so willing,” Voldemort said, his hands tracing the lines of Snape’s waist. “Do you remember how I took you in, Severus? Young, hungry for power, desperate to be mine. You didn't change all that much, did you, my little snake?”

Severus bit his lip, letting out a quiet, needy sound. He wanted the burning stretch, the overwhelming pleasure, the heady feeling of belonging; he wanted punishment, penance for his sins, pain so intense it would erase Potter's cracking voice shouting 'Coward!' from his head.

Voldemort’s fingers settled on Severus' entrance, his powerful magic slicking it up without needing a wand or an incantation. He pressed an unnaturally long digit inside, slow and deliberate, watching as Severus’ body arched in response. 

“So tight,” he murmured, his voice amused. “You were made for this, Severus. Made to serve both as my impeccable weapon and as my little whore.”

Severus moaned, his head falling back against the pillows as he felt the burn of the penetration. Voldemort’s words were poison, sweet and deadly, and he drank them down greedily. He was made for this, it was his purpose, his penance, his reward, his duty – everything.

Voldemort added a second finger, stretching Snape further, his movements getting rougher. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his snakelike face against Severus' red ear. “You like being mine, being used by me.”

Severus nodded, body trembling with need. “Yes,” he gasped, his voice coming out in a desperate whimper. “Yes, my Lord. I like it. I need it.”

He didn't even know if he was lying anymore. Voldemort’s fingers left his body, and then he felt the Dark Lord bending down on the bed – getting lower...

"Ugh!" Severus screamed in surprise and awe when he felt a slick, wet, too long to belong to a human tongue breaching his loose entrance. All the air left his lungs, and a shaky sob was torn from his lips. "Please, my- Ah, please, my Lord, need cock, need your cock, please..." he chanted, as his body was opening up torturously.

Voldemort pulled back and smiled. “Good,” he said, satisfied and perfectly controlled. “Because I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think, until you can’t even be happy you got rid of Dumbledore for me, because your brain is so full of my cock.”

With that, he positioned himself at Snape’s entrance, while Severus choked on sudden pain from Albus being mentioned. But then the Dark Lord thrust forward, hard and relentless, his length filling Severus' guts completely, and Severus cried out, his body arching off the bed, his nails digging into the sheets, and his brain going helplessly numb.

“That’s it,” Voldemort growled, his hands gripping Snape’s hips. “Take it, bitch. Just like that.”

Snape moaned, his body adjusting to the intrusion, the pleasure building slowly and the acute pain making his legs shake slightly. Voldemort moved with a rhythm that was both brutal and calculated, his body sliding against Snape's flushed skin.

“You’re mine,” Voldemort whispered, provoking a small needy whine. “Mine to use, mine to break. Say it, Severus. Say you’re mine.”

Snape’s eyes fluttered open, his clouded black gaze unfocused. “I’m yours,” he gasped. “Yours to use, yours to break.”

Voldemort’s thrusts quickened, his body moving with a frenzied urgency.

“That’s right,”  he growled. “You’re mine, Severus. My traitor, my toy, my perfect little slut.”

It should've hurt, but Snape couldn’t bring himself to care. The pleasure was overwhelming, making his abdonmed tighten with need and his untouched cock strain. He felt long-fingered hand move between his legs, nails pushing cruelly into the soft flesh of his shaking thigh, teeth pressing against the pale canvas of his neck, cock slamming into his burning insides, and he whimpered desperately, his body tensing as orgasm crashed over him.

“That’s it,” Voldemort chucked. “Cum for me, Severus. Cum for your master.”

Severus’s body shook helplessly, his eyes rolling back and his voice screaming uncontrollably, hoarse and broken and pained.

Voldemort thrust one final time, his own release spilling into Snape with a guttural groan. He collapsed on top of Severus, thin body slick with sweat, entwined with his servant's boneless, pliant form.

“You’re incredible,” Voldemort murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “My most loyal servant, my favorite toy. My little murderer.”

Severus lay beneath him, his mind not registering the words, yet still unpenetratable in a way his body wasn't. He felt spent, used, broken, but there was a strange sense of peace and finality in him, like a chapter of his life finally got finished, and there was a new one awaiting. We felt tears streaming down his cheeks, and it felt so surreal – because he killed Albus, yet somehow it wasn't the reason he cried.

Voldemort rolled off him, leaving his body all soft and opened. Red eyes met black. 

“Rest now,”  Voldemort said, his voice almost gentle, almost affectionate. “You’ve earned it.”

Severus obeyed without daring to protest, his breath evening out as he drifted into a tired sleep. In the darkness, he dreamed of a soft, fatherly smile and warm eyes that always came in green, but this time looked strangely blue.

[swan2swan]

That's the promise we make, every day we get.

[musicalmoritz]

LMAO there’s no way someone made a callout blog for TBHK, you people have way too much free time on your hands

[hussyknee]

Never want to read another gay historical romance set in a world war because Ninety One Whiskey left me in absolute shambles and I don't know whether I'm afraid the experience won't ever be replicated or that it will.

[sudaca-swag]

my favorite comments from the Mexican YouTube satire of Emilia Pérez (Joanne SacreBleu) translated so you understand why this movie is a racist mess, problematic and disrespectful

xiaotang5894:"Some French people gave this movie negative reviews but it's not because it's bad, it's because they didn't understand this huge masterpiece. Thankfully us foreigners know their culture better than they do so we know how well represented it was"

alltrueistic: "heard they tried really hard to hire a lot of French people for this movie but they didn't find a single talented one :("

camilanavarro4745: "as a latina that has an Eiffel tower keyring i bought in a bazaar I can say that this film is a work of art, it faithfully represents the reality and struggles of French people, its definitely worthy of awards such as the golden globes and the Oscars"

relatosdelanoche: "in 2018 I got France in the lottery and won $800 pesos ($40usd) which makes me feel really close to that country so I can say that this is a beautiful homage to France 😍 hopefully the entire world can know France through this masterpiece"

thanku4damusic: "I'm Peruvian and I live 1km away from France Park, so I can vouch for this movie being an excellent representative of French culture, congratulations from Perú ❤️"

bansheedelioncourt: "as someone who has watched ratatouille 3 times I consider myself an expert on French culture and I must congratulate you on this excellent representation of it, it clearly shows how the previous research was extensive and detailed"

terereballinas: "Seeing as I once had rats in my house, I can vouch for this framing perfectly what french daily life is like, I felt the croissant and the Bonjour vibes"

valeritadgil: "this movie made me fall in love with French culture so much that I haven't showered in five days"

[musical-chick-13]

I bring a real "Doctor x River OTP" vibe that a bunch of the DW fandom doesn't really like.

[theskywithin]

Birth Chart Breakdown- Pluto in the Houses: The Phoenix Within

Pluto does not whisper, it pulls you into the fire, strips you of illusion, and demands your rebirth. It is the shadow that follows you until you turn to face it, the destruction that clears the path for something greater. It rules the unseen forces of life, power, fear, control, surrender, transformation, and wherever it falls in your chart, that is where you will be undone and rebuilt, not once, but again and again.

This is not an easy journey. It is one of deep pain, soul-stretching lessons, and the courage to lose everything you thought you were, only to rise stronger. Pluto’s gift is not gentle, but it is profound: true power, the kind that cannot be taken, because it is born from within.

🌑 Pluto in the 1st House You are not who they told you to be. You have spent your life walking through fire, burning off the masks, shedding the layers of expectation, standing in the ruins of who you once were. Pluto in the First House forces you to confront yourself, raw, unfiltered, unbreakable. Others may fear your intensity, sensing the weight of your presence, the depth behind your eyes. You have walked through the storm of identity crises, of feeling unseen, of being too much and yet never enough. But this journey is about self-sovereignty, about reclaiming every fragmented piece of yourself and forging a presence so undeniable that even silence speaks your name.

💎 Pluto in the 2nd House What happens when everything you built your security upon crumbles? You have known loss, not just of money or possessions, but of self-worth, of believing you had to prove your value. Maybe you grew up feeling that love was conditional, that your worth was measured in what you could give, do, or achieve. Pluto in the Second House strips you of false securities, forcing you to find your foundation within. The world may take your riches, your titles, your comforts, but what you build from within is untouchable. True power is not in what you own, it is in who you are when you have nothing left but yourself.

🖋 Pluto in the 3rd House Your mind is a battlefield, thoughts that haunt, words that wound, truths that refuse to stay buried. Maybe you grew up silenced, told your ideas were wrong, or that your voice was not meant to be heard. Maybe your own mind has been your captor, replaying the past like an unbreakable loop. But Pluto here asks: What if your words are not chains, but keys? Your thoughts hold the power to create, to destroy, to shift reality itself. When you stop fearing your own voice, when you speak the truth no matter how it shakes the room, you will understand, language is magic, and yours was never meant to be quiet.

🏚 Pluto in the 4th House The walls that were meant to shelter you may have instead imprisoned you. Pluto in the Fourth House means home was not always safe, that family left wounds too deep for time to erase. You may carry the weight of generations, unspoken pain, inherited fear, patterns repeating like a song you never meant to sing. But Pluto does not let you stay trapped in the past. You are meant to break the cycle, to be the one who chooses healing over history. The home you came from does not define you, the home you create within yourself does.

🎭 Pluto in the 5th House There is a masterpiece inside you, a passion so deep it terrifies you. But do you dare to show it? Pluto here makes creativity a battlefield, maybe your art, your love, your joy was once criticized, stolen, or made to feel like it wasn’t enough. Love may have been a battlefield too, intense, intoxicating, but always leaving you breathless and burned. But the truth is, your essence was never meant to be hidden. Pluto asks you to reclaim your voice, your art, your desire to be seen, not for approval, but because you exist, and that is enough.

🛠 Pluto in the 6th House You cannot run from yourself forever. Pluto in the Sixth House makes the body a mirror, every unhealed wound, every suppressed truth manifesting as exhaustion, as illness, as the feeling that no matter how much you do, it is never enough. You have lived through cycles of burnout, pushing yourself to the edge, thinking that to be worthy, you must be useful. But Pluto demands transformation, not through overwork, but through healing. Rest is rebellion. Nourishing yourself is power. Your purpose was never to be consumed by labor, it was to rise, whole and radiant, into the life that was meant for you.

🤝 Pluto in the 7th House Love, to you, has never been gentle. It has been intense, consuming, the kind that leaves you altered, the kind that feels fated. Pluto in the Seventh House draws you to relationships that feel like mirrors, showing you your shadows, your fears, your deepest wounds. But this is not a punishment, it is the path to learning true intimacy. Not the kind built on power struggles or control, but the kind where you stand fully in your truth, unafraid of losing those who were never meant to stay.

🌑 Pluto in the 8th House You have met the abyss and survived it. You have seen endings that came too soon, trusted hands that later betrayed, felt the earth shake beneath you only to realize you were the earthquake all along. Pluto in the Eighth House forces you to face death, not literal, but the kind that leaves you forever changed. It asks you to surrender, to let go of control, to trust that loss is not the end, but the beginning. You were not meant to live on the surface. you are here to dive deep, to understand the hidden, to emerge from every ending stronger than before.

🚀 Pluto in the 9th House Once, you thought you knew. Then Pluto came, and tore down every belief you had, leaving you stranded between the past and the unknown. Maybe it was a crisis of faith, a journey that changed you, a mentor who made you question everything. Pluto here forces you to seek your own truth, not the one given to you, but the one you discover in the wreckage. This is the path of wisdom, not certainty, but curiosity, the kind that never stops asking, never stops seeking, never stops growing.

🏆 Pluto in the 10th House The world sees your ambition, your drive, but what they don’t see is the weight you carry, the sacrifices made, the moments you almost gave up. Pluto in the Tenth House makes success a trial by fire, careers lost and rebuilt, reputations shattered and restored. You were never meant for an easy path, you were meant to forge a legacy, one built on authenticity, not just achievement.

🌎 Pluto in the 11th House You have stood on the outside, searching for where you belong. Pluto in the Eleventh House forces you to leave behind shallow connections and align with those who truly see you. Betrayals may have taught you that not all friendships are forever, but they also led you to your true community, the ones who stand beside you, not for status, but for truth.

🌌 Pluto in the 12th House You carry worlds inside you, dreams, intuition, secrets buried so deep even you forget they are there. Pluto in the Twelfth House is the final surrender, to the unknown, to the divine, to the parts of yourself that cannot be controlled, only embraced. Let go. Trust the darkness. You are not lost. You are becoming.

[count-on-mi]

Mommy's little boy (Sana)

Since I was a child, I have grown up without a mother. My mother died shortly after I was born due to illness, leaving a young and ignorant me with my busy father.

To provide me with a better living environment, my father had to focus all his attention on his work, often working late into the night. As a result, we had very little time to spend together, and even when we did, my father rarely had time to teach me, let alone express his love for me. So, I have been extremely lack of motherly love and affection since I was a child, and this long-standing deficiency has left a deep shadow in my character.

Looking at the classmate in the mother's spoiled healthy and happy growth, my heart is full of indignation and jealousy. Especially the little boy sitting next to me, his mother spoiled him to the extreme, even letting him appear a little weak and incompetent in front of classmates, not even dare to talk back to me.

Whenever I encountered something unsatisfactory in my studies or in life, I would pour out my anger, which I had no place to vent, on that poor little boy. I would poke him in the back with a pencil during class, stop him on the way home from school, and deliberately provoke him to make him cry. I would look into his big, tearful eyes and get excited because the more afraid he was of crying, the more I felt that I had finally gotten back at the “happy family guy” a little bit.

Damn, why is he so lucky! How could he be pampered by his mother while I grew up alone? I'll make him feel the loss of his family and see if he'll still be able to laugh as heartlessly as he does now!

I was determined to humiliate that little boy at school, to show him what fear and loneliness really are. So, I began to follow him around the school, looking for opportunities to sneak up on him and tease him. I even threatened him that if he told his teachers or parents, I would punish him twice as much. Gradually, he began to develop a great fear of going to school, and every day he was afraid that I would suddenly appear behind him to give him a “surprise”. When I saw his panic-stricken face, I felt a perverted pleasure in my heart.

One day, when I was about to trouble that little boy again, his mother, Sana, appeared unexpectedly.

I was captivated by Sana the moment I laid eyes on her. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down like a golden waterfall, shimmering in the coastal sunlight. Beneath her wide-brimmed straw hat, a pair of clear, sparkling eyes gazed out from under long, delicate eyelashes, radiating warmth. Her gentle, soft smile felt like a spring breeze, soothing and inviting. She stood confidently in a bright yellow dress, the fabric hugging her full, firm breasts, while the short hem revealed her long, toned legs—each curve a tempting masterpiece, as if she’d stepped out of a dream. Is this what a mom looks like? She was perfection… I swallowed hard, my original purpose for the trip slipping from my mind entirely.

Sana approached me with a gentle smile on her face: "You are Y/N, aren't you? I'm X's mom, and I heard that you bully him a lot, is that true?"

I stammered, unable to say anything, and just nodded dumbly.

"I understand that you might be doing this out of jealousy, but I'd still like to ask you to stop hurting X. He's such an innocent and sweet boy, please let him go, okay?"

Sana's voice was gentle, and her smile was kind. But I couldn't take my eyes off her seductive body curves, and the smell of maturity and female hormones emanating from her body made me dizzy and my heartbeat faster. This is the charm of a mature woman! How wonderful it would be to spend some time with such beauty.

My brain was completely out of control, and I blurted out, "In that case, if you're willing to have sex with me... If you're willing to make love to me, I'll let your son go, okay?" As I said this, my hand was already unconsciously stroking the sore part of my crotch, and in my mind, I was fantasizing about Sana's delicate body panting underneath me.

I thought this request would be rejected, but Sana agreed without hesitation. She looked at me with a calm expression and said, "Yes, I will fulfill your request as long as you let X go. But you have to promise not to hurt him and not to haunt him anymore."

At this moment, my desire was instantly ignited to the highest pointis ripe beauty was actually willing to sell her body for her son How much does she love X ? Thinking about this, I felt extremely jealous, and decided to use the most intense way to enjoy this fragrant body in front of me.

I violently pressed Sana down on the wall, one hand choked her slender neck so that she could not move, and the other hand eagerly went to pull the bodice of her chest. Soon two white breasts popped out, their pink nipples already rising high. I kneaded them roughly into various shapes and sucked on one tip, and although Sana tried to repress it, she couldn't help but let out a whimper of delight. This undoubtedly aroused my animalistic desires, and I tore open her skirt and panties, revealing her moist mound.

I greedily buried my head between Sana's full breasts, as if I were a hungry child seeking breast milk, sucking on the nipples. One of my hand gripped the other breast and rubbed and squeezed it vigorously, feeling its softness and elasticity in his palm. The other hand explored Sana's already wet pussy, and two fingers easily inserted into it, and started pumping rapidly inside.

"Mmm... Ah... Don't... It's very sensitive there..." Sana involuntarily arched her body to avoid my advances, but I was unable to escape. Seeing this, I increased my speed and strength, and soon felt the nectar flow uncontrollably, wetting my palms.

"Auntie Sana's inside is so tight... She's still sucking on my finger with each contraction... It's so obscene... Obviously, you sent yourself here to save your son... And yet you're panting like this under your son's friend..." I flirted as I increased the intensity of my stimulation on her, wanting to hear more beautiful sounds.

Seemingly sensing my inner desire, Sana slowly closed her eyes and reached out to hug my head, fixing my face firmly on her soft and voluptuous chest. She opened her red lips slightly and murmured something softly, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of reproach, on the contrary, it was more like an encouragement to my action.

"Oooh... It feels so good... You're such a greedy little brat..." A tingling murmur escaped from the corner of Sana's mouth, and my desire soared to new heights.

Just as I was indulging in my wanton play with Sana's ripe body, I suddenly realized that she was like the embodiment of my real mother to me, just as voluptuous and charming, gentle and considerate, and tolerant of everything. I couldn't help but blurt out the word “mommy” with this association.

"Oooh... Mommy... Your body is amazing... I'm completely mesmerized by you... I want to have you forever..." I was babbling, but my hands didn't let go of my aggression on her body, and my mouth was still holding the tip of her nipple and sucking on it.

Unexpectedly, my unintentional action caused Sana to react like never before. Originally, she was just cooperating with me to have fun in exchange for her son's safety, but now my act of calling her “mommy” had undoubtedly awakened the deepest motherly love in her heart. sana opened her eyes, her pupils full of heartache and helplessness, mixed with a trace of longing that was hard to ignore.

"Little devil... I was only trying to protect X... But I didn't expect you to treat me like a mom..." Sana's voice became a little hoarse and her eyes misted up." Well... If you would like to call me your mom... Then do it... You can do whatever you want to me... I'll do my best to satisfy you... As long as I can keep X out of danger..."

After saying those words, Sana suddenly reached out and cupped my face and lowered her head to plant a soft kiss on my lips. Then she pushed away from my body, turned around and knelt down with her back to me, and used her hands to spread her two ass cheeks, revealing the reddish honey hole inside.

"Come on... Do everything you want to do with me... I'll take it... Like a real mom does to her child..." Sana said softly, her tone full of love and indulgence...

I was excited by this sudden change. The scene in front of me was so exciting that I only had time to withdraw my fingers before I pushed my already swollen and aching cock into the warm and tight tunnel. I almost ejaculated as soon as I inserted my cock, Sana's walls were so good at clamping.

I held Sana's waist with both hands and began to move in and out of her body with great vigor, each time almost pulling out my entire penis and then slamming it back in. We both let out a sigh of pleasure at the same time, this position is really too exciting, each thrust allows my cock hits the sensitive areas in Sana's body in, the pleasure quickly accumulate, soon I have the urge to explode.

"Ah... Mommy, mommy... I'm almost there... It's so good... You're so tight inside..." I hissed loudly, the speed of my thrusting getting faster and faster, almost like I was going to fuck through the beauty underneath me.

"Mmmm... Good boy... Cum in... Cum all the way to mommy..." Sana also screamed loudly, moving her knees on the ground to meet my attack, her fat ass was reddened by my slamming, and it was covered with the nectar that overflowed during the intercourse.

Finally, after a deep penetration, the hot essence was released into Sana's body, and at the same time, she also had her second orgasm, pouring her nectar onto my body like a fountain. I was lying on my back, gasping for breath, and I couldn't quit immediately, letting my body fluids be exchanged between each other.

"Oooh... Mom, you're so powerful inside... I want to do it again..." Sana smiled at that, and reached out to touch my hair.

"Good girl... Tonight you're Mommy's... You can do whatever you want... But you have to promise mommy one thing... Let X go... Don't bother him anymore... Mommy will be very sad..."

I raised my head to gaze into her eyes and nodded heavily.

After receiving Sana's promise, my desire was reignited, and my recently relieved member swelled again in no time. So, I turned over, letting Sana lean back against my chest, and slid back into her honeyed passage. I lifted one of her thighs high, resting it on my shoulder, and began thrusting vigorously.

"Ugh... Mommy, Mommy! I'm going to fuck you to death!" I groaned loudly in Sana's ear, my hands tightly gripping her slender waist, pulling her toward my hips, each thrust deeper than the last.

Sana cooperated by wrapping her thighs around my neck, her arms encircling my neck as we kissed passionately, occasionally letting out seductive moans that sent my blood racing. The sound of sticky wetness came from where we were joined, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of my thrusts. Sana was so overwhelmed by my fucking that she lost herself, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, too caught up to wipe it away.

"Ah... baby... slow down... you're going to break Mommy... take it easy... I'm afraid you'll cum too soon again..." Sana said haltingly, her eyes glazed as she looked at my face.

I took a deep breath to hold back the urge to release, slowing the pace and intensity of my thrusts, switching to a rhythm of nine shallow and one deep, teasing every sensitive spot inside Sana’s honeyed passage. Her reactions became noticeably more intense, her inner walls contracting in waves, like a small mouth devouring the tip of my member.

"Mommy, why you are so wet? Is it because I call you Mommy that you're even more excited?" I deliberately asked lewd questions to tease her.

"Ah... don’t say that... it’s all your fault..." Sana’s face flushed with shame, but she was clearly stirred into a frenzy by my words. "Bad boy... always saying such embarrassing things... you know it only makes Mommy more desperate... move faster... I want you..."

Unable to hold back, I quickened my pace before she could finish, pounding her dozens of times before pausing to grind against her in a mix of light and heavy strokes. Sana couldn’t handle the torment, her body soon trembling as she let out desperate, near-dying wails.

“No… I can’t… it’s cumming again… you little bad boy…” Sana’s body shook violently, and I felt a rush of hot fluid against my member deep inside her.

I knew she’d reached another blissful climax, lost in a haze of ecstasy—perfect for me to toy with her further. I spread her legs into an M-shape, exposing her quivering pink entrance and the glistening juices around it. Satisfied, I leaned down, sucking hard on one of her nipples.

“Mm… it’s dirty there… don’t lick…” Sana protested weakly, still barely conscious. But I ignored her, my tongue dancing across both of her rosy peaks, leaving wet trails in its wake. I glanced up at Sana, her face a mix of sated lust and twitching spasms.

“Good boy… making Mommy feel so good… you’re amazing…” Sana finally caught her breath, her hand caressing my cheek. “Want to taste Mommy’s milk again? You didn’t get enough earlier…”

I nodded eagerly, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my lips to her breast again. This time, I wasn’t rough—instead, I licked and sucked slowly, savoring her like a greedy child drinking sweet milk from his mother…

“Mmm… so sweet… Mommy’s milk is so delicious… give me more…” I lingered in Sana’s embrace like an insatiable child, burying my face between her soft breasts, eagerly sucking. Sana indulged her needy lover without hesitation, one hand gently stroking my hair, the other cradling the back of my neck, letting me savor her fully.

“Hehe… you’re like a little hungry wolf… never getting enough… looks like Mommy will need to grow a few more breasts to satisfy you…” Sana teased softly, her fingers combing through my hair.

I looked up at her, finding her eyes filled with a doting glow. A strange warmth surged in my chest—perhaps this was the “motherly love” people spoke of. It was the first time I’d seen such a look in a woman’s eyes: tender, accepting, yet tinged with desire. Overwhelmed with happiness, I threw myself into her arms, hugging her tightly.

“Mom… I love you…” I murmured, kissing her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.

Sana smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Silly boy… Mommy already knew… I just didn’t expect you to confess so boldly… good boy, let Mommy take care of you…”

With that, she slowly shifted, turning to face me. I lay back on the bed, limbs relaxed, feeling her fingers gently wrapped around my still-hard member, stroking it slowly up and down.

“Oh… Mommy… that feels so good… amazing…” I sighed, tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling. This was a pleasure I’d never experienced—tender caresses from the most intimate woman in my life. Sana’s skill was otherworldly; she seemed to instinctively know the perfect pressure and technique to please a man. Soon, my scalp tingled, and the urge to release surged again.

“Wow… my good boy’s cock is so big… so much bigger than Daddy’s… no wonder it feels so good for Mommy…” Sana marveled, quickening her strokes. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “No… Mommy, I can’t take it… I’m gonna cum… let go…” I pleaded desperately, but instead of stopping, Sana tightened her grip at the base of my shaft.

“Don’t be afraid, good boy… let it all out for Mommy… this is your reward…” Sana teased with a low chuckle, her other hand cupping my face, locking eyes with me.

Under her gaze, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl, I erupted, thick white streams splattering across her stomach and lower abdomen, some even landing on her full breasts.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto her, panting heavily. Sana gently wiped the sweat from my forehead and pressed a soothing kiss to my lips.

“Good job, my sweet boy… now Mommy’s going to reward you properly…” Sana said seductively, leaning down to kiss me deeply once more…

I eagerly returned Sana’s deep kiss, my hands roaming over her smooth body. Like two ravenous beasts, we devoured each other, chasing even more intense pleasure. Soon, I felt a familiar ache stirring below, and Sana noticed it too.

“Ah… my little guy’s hard again… how should Mommy punish you this time…” Sana whispered in my ear, her fingers teasingly brushing over my sensitive shaft.

I shivered, my softened member instantly hardening again. “Mommy… let me…” I stammered, unable to form words, only nodding urgently.

Sana chuckled softly, flipping over to straddle me. “Well then… Mommy’s going to teach you this position… ready for another round of punishment?”

With that, she guided my swollen length to her already drenched entrance, slowly sinking down. I could feel every tight, layered fold of her inner walls, like countless little mouths greedily sucking and biting at the source of my desire.

“Oh… God… Mommy, you’re so tight… you’re gonna break me…” I groaned in ecstasy, gripping her hips to guide her up and down.

“Shh… don’t rush, good boy… Mommy will let you feel even more…” Sana rocked back and forth, her full, snowy breasts bouncing enticingly before my eyes. Her expression grew wild and debauched, her moans dripping with lust…

In that moment, we surrendered completely to our craving for each other’s bodies. I clutched her waist, thrusting upward frantically, while she twisted her hips desperately to meet my impacts… This utterly depraved act transformed into a pure, sensory revelry between us…

“Mommy… I… I can’t take it anymore… you’re too much…” I gasped out to Sana, my breath ragged, watching her breasts bounce and sway with her movements. My sanity was on the verge of collapse.

Sana let out a soft laugh, leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Silly boy… this is your reward… Mommy will make sure you feel the ultimate pleasure… just let go and enjoy…”

With that, she intensified her movements, bouncing faster and harder, the soul-melting pleasure driving me to the edge of madness. My reason crumbled under the overwhelming ecstasy, leaving only raw desire to guide my actions.

“Ahh… I’m there… Mommy, I’m gonna cum inside…” I shouted, my body shuddering as a scorching flood surged out, filling Sana completely.

At that same moment, Sana reached her climax, her inner walls clamping tightly around me, locking my desire in place. A warm gush spilled onto my abdomen… she had hit her peak too.

I collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, unable to calm down for a long while. Sana lay on top of me, one hand gently caressing my face. “My good boy… you made Mommy feel the greatest pleasure… you’re truly the best gift heaven could give me…”

I gave a faint smile, lifting my arms to wrap around her back, holding her tightly. In that moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of belonging—the unconditional acceptance and indulgence only a mother could give…

Gazing at the throbbing, veined length before her, Sana felt a strange sense of satisfaction stir within. Its size far surpassed her husband’s, delivering unmatched pleasure and thrill. Yet, a wave of guilt and shame gnawed at her. If only this could be real…

Her thoughts drifted to the son she’d sworn to protect, a pang of remorse rising. Had it not been for shielding him from bullies, would she have fallen this far? To engage in such sordid acts with a boy young enough to be her son—she could hardly absolve herself. But… what if he truly were her child? Would she feel even more elated?

Sana stared at the boy before her, his eyes glistening, his expression dazed. The conflict in her heart intensified. If he were her son, how perfect it would be… she could love and cherish him openly, giving him everything he desired without this secretive caution.

But reality was reality. The thought brought a bitter mix of emotions. Was she too selfish, too reckless, exploiting his naive innocence? Yet, undeniably, she’d developed feelings for him. Was it the loneliness of her solitary life? Or had his presence filled a void she’d long ignored?

Her mind swirled, unable to untangle the mess. With a sigh, she decided to let things be for now, to stop wrestling with these complexities. She never truly had him, so why torment herself? For now, she’d focus on soothing his emotions, sparing this innocent boy any harm. As for the future, she’d leave it to time to resolve.

“What’s wrong… what’s Mommy thinking about…” I noticed Sana’s shift in mood, a flicker of panic rising in me. I grabbed her wrist tightly, desperate to hold her attention, terrified she might slip away.

Sana shook her head, forcing a calm smile, and leaned in to give me a gentle kiss to soothe my nerves. “It’s nothing, baby… Mommy just got lost in some thoughts… let’s just focus on enjoying this moment…”

With that, she lowered herself again, her tongue gliding over my still-erect shaft, swallowing every trace of herself. My body trembled under her ministrations, the warm, slick sensation driving me wild with excitement. I lifted my hips to give her better access, my hands caressing her hair and breasts to encourage her.

“Mmm… you’re so delicious, baby… Mommy can’t bear to let you go…” Sana murmured, leaving a trail of glistening marks across my skin. Her tongue teased my tip, swirled around my length, and even lavished attention on my balls, savoring every inch.

Her expert technique quickly brought me to the edge again, and I grabbed her arm, signaling her to stop. Sana understood instantly, lifting her head with a sweet, knowing smile.

“My good boy’s holding back so well… how about you please Mommy this time…” Her eyes gleamed with seduction as she slowly parted her thighs, her bare, intimate core fully exposed before me, igniting an even fiercer desire within…

“Mommy… let me serve you… I want to bring you ultimate pleasure… please be mine alone…” I pleaded, gazing at Sana, whispering in her ear as I thrust deeply into her.

Sana let out a soft hum, her eyes half-closed, savoring my fervent efforts. “Such a good boy… Mommy’s so pleased with your thoughtfulness… mmm… deeper… yes, just like that…”

I quickened my rhythm, my fingers teasing her sensitive clit while I drove into her with increasing intensity, each thrust pushing my desire to her core. “Ah… Mommy… I’ll do everything to please you… to make you mine forever…”

Sana tilted her head back, her moans filled with intoxication and obsession. “Good boy… Mommy’s so satisfied with you… as long as you stay by my side… I’ll belong to you alone… only to you…”

Her words set my heart ablaze, my movements growing wilder and more fervent. I wanted her to drown in the pleasure I gave her, to fall completely for me, unable to ever leave… So I poured my all into pleasing her, repeating, “I’m your only child,” as if begging for her acknowledgment and belonging.

Soon, Sana reached another peak, her moans growing sweeter and more captivating, her body arching instinctively. I knew she was on the verge of ecstasy, so I quickened my pace, thrusting fiercely dozens of times until, amid her screams, I poured every drop of my searing essence into her…

In that moment, I felt a subtle bond form between us—Sana and I became one, as if truly mother and son. Even if this was just a fleeting, illusory dream, I embraced it fully… because I had found the most important person in my life… a “mother” who belonged only to me…

I collapsed onto Sana, both of us basking in the afterglow of our climax. Her tender hands caressed my back, her voice soft and loving as she whispered, “Mommy’s promise still stands… from now on, I belong only to you… I’ll go home and file for divorce… leave that pathetic, useless husband with his tiny dick… and that cowardly, weak son…”

Her words sent a surge of joy through me, my entire body being wrapped in overwhelming happiness. This wasn’t a dream—Sana had truly decided to be mine! Tears welled up and spilled over as I cupped her face, kissing her deeply.

“Thank you, Mommy… I’m so happy…” I murmured against her lips, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone.

Sana let out a contented sigh, opening her arms to pull me close. “My good boy… Mommy’s thought it through… instead of wasting my life with a man who has no masculinity, I’d rather keep you by my side and love you forever… I’ll give you all my love… so you’ll never leave me…”

“Yes, Mommy… I’ll never leave you…” I nodded eagerly, my hardening length nudging back into her, gently grinding. “Since you’ve made your decision… how about we start our new life right now…?”

Sana chuckled softly, her hands kneading my erected nipple. “Alright… since Mommy’s made her promise, you have to keep yours too… no other women… just give everything to me, and I’ll be so happy…”

I nodded, beginning a new rhythm. “Of course… from now on, I’m Mommy’s only son… I’ll bring you endless pleasure and surprises… trust me with everything… I’ll cherish you with all my heart…”

“Yes, Mommy… I promise my cock will only ever serve you… from now on, I’ll only reach climax and release for you… no one else matters…” I said, thrusting even harder, desperate to reach my peak faster.

Sana clearly relished my devotion, her tightening walls nearly pushing me over the edge. “Such a good boy… then hurry and cum for Mommy… I want to taste your release…”

She slowed her breathing, her seductive voice teasing me as she swayed her hips to meet my thrusts. It was like pouring fuel on a fire—my mind went blank, completely consumed by her.

“Ahh… Mommy… I’m cumming… I’ll do everything you say…” I pressed into her deepest core, feeling the imminent eruption. Sana tightened around me at just the right moment, delivering the final blow.

With a hoarse roar, I unleashed all my pent-up passion inside her, and she welcomed every drop. The scorching sensation was addictive, and I collapsed onto her, greedily inhaling her scent, unwilling to let go of this woman who belonged to me.

Sana chuckled softly, smoothing my disheveled hair. “So obedient… from now on, this treat is all mine…”

I nodded eagerly, my lips and tongue cleaning her chest. “It’s my honor… I’ll cherish you, Mommy… make you drown in ecstasy every day… because you’re my everything…”

Sana’s eyes glistened with emotion as she caressed my cheek, her voice tender and heartfelt. “Silly boy… you’re my everything too… we’re made for each other… destined to give our lives to one another, inseparable…”

Overwhelmed with emotion, I nodded fervently and kissed her deeply once more…

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How to Support People with Facial Differences - the Face Equality Week 2024 Special

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Today is the 13th of May, which means that the Face Equality Week has just started. This year's theme is “My Face is a Masterpiece” which is probably my favorite sentence ever said about having a facial difference. Huge fan, should be used way more often in my opinion.

Because of this occasion, I would like to share some thoughts about Face Equality that I think are rather entry-level, i.e. you don't need to know much to execute these, but you can still support us.

Stop the stare.

I know it's fun to stare - or so I guess, at least - but maybe you shouldn't. Next time you see someone who has a scar or who's face does not move the same way as yours, just mind your business. We can tell when you're “discreetly” looking.

Don't call us deformed. 

Knowing how the people you're trying to support actually call themselves should be an absolute first step, but most people still fail here. Most of us don't appreciate being called “deformed”. I certainly don't. Say “facial difference”, or “disfigurement” if you must. It's 2024. Leave “deformed” to medical reports from the 70s.

No more “What happened?!”s.

If you aren't a doctor, there's a high-to-100% chance that it's none of your business. It's cool that you're curious - keep it to yourself.

Stop insinuating that we are ugly.

“Support people who are ugly!” isn't very supportive. I would say, not in the slightest. Say “people who don't fit the current beauty standards” if that's what you mean. 

Or, to go with this year's theme, “people whose faces are masterpieces” : )

Use critical thinking online.

Is the reaction photo actually funny, or is it just a person with a craniofacial condition? Is the meme actually a meme, or is it just making fun of a person with a facial disfigurement? Is body-shaming suddenly hilarious to you when the person shamed has strabismus? 

If the entire punchline is “lol they have a disability xd”, it's ableism. Plain and simple.

To go with the point above - your joke is probably not funny.

We get it! You can't help telling us how "you're going to hell for laughing" (which yeah, probably) and how we remind you of the ugliest character you have ever seen. I guarantee you that we heard it, and that you are behaving like an edgy middle schooler who hasn't "found out" yet. It's boring and annoying. Also ableist, but you're aware of that already if you're saying that you're going to hell.

Stop with the goddamn trigger warnings. 

We aren't “body horror”, we aren't “gore”, we aren't something that you need to advise your viewers to use their discretion over. Every “graphic footage: child with neurofibromatosis” and “#tw burn scar” is a sign of ableism and disfiguremisia. People with facial differences deserve to be seen. Ableds can survive seeing a person without a nose.

Do a basic reading on what disfiguremisia is.

New word! And an important one. It's a brand of ableism that intersects with more or less everything, and it means discrimination and hatred of people with facial differences/disfigurements. The bullying, harassment, endless name-calling, and microaggressions are all results of disfiguremisia. The ways in which everything is harder for us isn't some unchangeable rule of how the world works, it's just an extremely prevalent type of discrimination.

Understand that we are people.

I know, revolutionary - and yet impossible for so many people to get. We can be a visual representation of evil when it's necessary, we can be a feel-good inspirational story on a morning talk-show, but not much else, it seems. In reality, we are complex, we have our own lives, we can be happy and sad and have the same exact joys and worries that you have.

Hey, artists - facial differences don't make you evil.

Title stolen from a great essay by Lise Deguire (link). When's the last time you saw a positive character with a facial difference that wasn't inspiration porn? I mean a character that's not edgy, full of angst, a murderer, or a villain. Based on what you see in the media, you'd think that having a scar renders you evil on the spot, but in reality it just makes you loathe how artists apparently think you are like. It's boring, it's overdone, it's ableism. Stop doing this, and start noticing when it's being done. Point it out if your friend is writing their new villain to be an evil burn survivor. This kind of portrayal needed to stop ages ago, but tomorrow will be a great time as well.

Before you reply with “I've never seen this” - Darth Vader, Lion King’s Scar (subtle name, great thing to teach kids!), Freddy Krueger, Voldemort, we could be here forever. You're just not paying attention.

Pay attention to where we are not included.

As discussed, there are some places where you see us all the time. But where do you not see us?

Advertisements (unless it's for a scar-removal cream, of course). Fashion shows. Magazine covers. Romance movies where we are the main character.

We deserve to see ourselves in what's around us in the same way able-bodied people do. Trying to make it seem like we don't exist - that's deliberate. 

Interact with our art.

We draw, write, sing, act in movies, we do everything. Support us in the most tangible way - leave us a nice comment, read our books, listen to our songs. Watch movies where actual people with facial differences star, not pseudoinspirational stories about how “being disfigured is ok” where they shove an able-bodied actor into a full face prosthetic just to not have an actor with a disfigurement on set.

Include us.

As this year's Face Equality Week calls for, include us. In art, in movies, in books, in your life. Show us as positive people who are valuable, who are a part of your community - I guarantee that we are in every one that's out there. The world is hostile and unwelcoming to people with facial differences - be the change, wherever you are.

I know that it is different from the usual posts I make, but I hope it was somewhat educational. I just like to use every occasion that I can to force Face Equality into people's heads. To make this at least a bit about writing to keep the blog's theme, I will say that if you want to write about us, you need to care about us in real life as well. Otherwise, it's pointless and, as representation, genuinely worthless.

Below the readmore are some links/resources that you can click to educate yourself further. A lot of them lead to Face Equality International because they have just about everything you should know. If you want to be a better ally to people with facial differences, I heavily recommend them.

#MyFaceIsAMasterpiece

mod Sasza

https://faceequalityinternational.org/the-harmful-trope-of-facial-differences-in-film-villains/

https://faceequalityinternational.org/why-i-will-not-hide/

https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/disability-is-diversity/202111/hidden-community-the-movement-face-equality

https://faceequalityinternational.org/facial-differences-in-the-media/

https://faceequalityinternational.org/advertising-excludes-women-with-faces-like-mine/

https://www.phoenix-society.org/resources/burn-community-bookshelf

https://faceequalityinternational.org/about-fei/international-face-equality-week/

https://faceequalityinternational.org/hidden-from-view-women-with-facial-differences-in-the-media

https://www.phoenix-society.org/resources/i-dont-see-your-scars

Thanks for actually clicking the readmore

[itertarot]

TAROT | FUTURE SPOUSE

What will your future spouse find so sexy about you? +18

Pick an image:

Pile 1:

Your future husband’s heart will belong entirely to you. What you share will be more about love than carnal desire. He will adore you with a warmth that feels like home, he’ll want to take care of you, to cherish you as something precious. He’ll find your mind unbelievably sexy, your ideas, the way you express yourself. You’re different from everyone around you. There’s something uniquely captivating about you, and it will intrigue him endlessly. He’ll always wonder what goes on inside that brilliant head of yours. If you love shopping, it will make your future husband extremely happy. he might even join you at the mall just to watch you try on clothes. He’ll love spoiling you and seeing you enjoy his gifts. The way you take such good care of yourself is a huge turn on for him. He’ll adore spending on you and seeing you with the finest things. Your outfits, your jewelry, your perfume… he’ll love it all. Your confidence will drive him wild. he’ll find it irresistibly sexy.

When you take charge of a situation, the way you command with both grace and precision will amaze him. You don’t even have to try, you’re just naturally incredible. He’ll melt when you allow yourself to be vulnerable with him, when you show him your scars, share stories of your childhood, and let him into your innermost world. He’ll find your softness and strength equally intoxicating.

I don’t see him as overly kinky, he’ll prefer making love over just sex. His desires are deeply tied to emotion, making every moment intimate and tender. Your future husband will adore your spontaneity, the thrill of never knowing what you’ll do next. If you randomly spout an unexpected fact, he’ll love it. If you decide to go to the beach at 4:35 AM, he’s all in. Not knowing what your next move will be? That’s his favorite thing about you.

They adore your legs, especially if you’re tall or have that elegant, long-legged silhouette. Your skin drives them wild, so soft and radiant. Some might even have a thing for your feet, but most? Their real fetish is being your devoted servant. They’re mesmerized by your hair, the way it falls, the way it moves. Your back? A graceful curve they can’t resist tracing with their eyes (or hands). And lingerie? Absolutely lethal. When you spoil yourself, indulging in luxury, is pure seduction to them. Short dresses and heels? A combo they’ll never tire of. And when you play innocent just to tease them? Maddeningly sexy. If they’re an artist, prepare to be their eternal muse, they’ll sketch, make a big painting of you to put on their private museum.

Your breasts? Perfectly proportioned, not just to your body, but to your very essence. You’re a masterpiece, darling. But nothing turns them on more than your vulnerability. Even as they kneel at your feet, they know the truth, you hold all the power!! And that’s exactly how they love it.

Pile 2:

Your future spouse is deeply drawn to the way you move through the world with quiet strength and compassion. There's something incredibly attractive about how you offer kindness without expectation, the gentle way you listen, the safe space you create where people feel truly heard. They admire how you never minimize others' pain, but instead meet suffering with open arms and understanding. You're powerful, healing, and surprisingly sensual. What really captivates them is your strong moral character. You have this innate sense of justice that refuses to look away from unfairness, yet you're never quick to judge. They love watching you navigate conflicts, carefully considering all sides, seeking solutions that restore balance rather than escalate tension. That thoughtful approach, that commitment to doing what's right even when it's hard, makes them respect you deeply. Your patience is sexy. You look towards the future, planning, building, and creating stability. They find this long term vision incredibly sexy because it shows you're someone who stays, someone people can rely on. Also intellectually, you're endlessly fascinating to them. The way you constantly seek to learn and improve yourself, the curiosity you bring to conversations, the knowledge you've accumulated is very sexy from their pov.

They love your waist.

Your future spouse loves when you wear a bra or clothes that hint at what's underneath, that tease drives them crazy.

They're like your shoulders.

Some might have a thing for food fetish.

They love you complement them.

If they're taller, they adore how perfectly you fit against them.

Pile 3:

Your future spouse is deeply drawn to your traditional nature, not in an outdated sense, but in the way you honor commitment and create meaning in your relationship. They see you as the perfect partner, someone who embodies exactly what they’ve always longed for. You make a house a home, it’s not about chores or perfection, it’s the feeling you cultivate. Whether it’s the way you decorate, the warmth you bring, or the little rituals that make your space uniquely yours, they adore how you make your personality be seen through your home. Also if you both have dinner together with candles, they will love it. Your respect for partnership is everything to them. They feel complete with you, secure in knowing they chose someone who values loyalty as much as they do. The way you prioritize "us" over "me" makes them proud to call you theirs.

Your vulnerability is sexy.

They find it sexy when you let yourself feel pain in front of them

Trust them enough to cry in their arms

Share your deepest dreams and secret fears

That moment you come out of your shell? It’s amazing to them. They’re honored to be the only one you allow past your walls.

Your introversion is sexy.

Watching you get lost in hobbies.

How you are straightforward.

When you take the lead.

You lying down is sexy.

If you wear glasses they find it so sexy.

The way youre shy.

That tantalizing half covered look, sheet or towel artfully draped.

The way you trust them to let them fuck you

Your breast.

Some have a corruption kink.

They're big on giving you oral.

Pile 4:

Your future spouse is captivated by every part of who you are. your strength, your resilience, the way you’ve faced challenges and reinvented yourself time and time again. They admire how you never gave up, no matter how hard things got. Your sharp mind, your quick wit, your creativity, they find it all incredibly attractive. You have magic in your hands and an innovative spirit that sets you apart. You don’t just follow the crowd, you think for yourself, and that independence is something they deeply respect.

They’re in awe of how well you collaborate with others, the way you bring people together and make teamwork seem effortless. To them, you shine like the sun, you the center of their universe, someone they’d gladly spend a lifetime serving. In their eyes, you’re the main character, the one who commands attention without even trying.

They adore your fiery, bold, and self-assured nature, the way you carry yourself with confidence and grace. But they also love the softer side of you, the way you care for those you love, how you let your affection show when you feel safe enough to open up. To them, you’re their person, the perfect one, the ultimate girl in the world. Your mind fascinates them endlessly. They love when you suddenly switch topics mid conversation, how you effortlessly weave one thought into another. They find it charming when you say or do random things, when you’re completely and unapologetically yourself.

They like your breast. They like your belly. They love talking to you. They like your butt. They love your pussy, also heavy on oral. They love quando voce usa roupa de tecidos finos. They love your legs.

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 4 — BODY WORSHIP

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — dr ratio, gallagher

— warnings. — fem! reader, body worship, fingering, constant praising <3 mating press

⚝ — DR RATIO

dr. ratio’s hands were careful, like a sculptor admiring his finest work, tracing the contours of your body with a clinical precision that gradually gives way to admiration— and his gaze moves over you with a power that makes you feel like the most exquisite specimen, every inch of your skin holding his full attention.

"perfection," the man glances down to your spread legs with your folds being on full display, the color in his tone rural, as though he’s cataloging every detail in his mind. his fingers glide between your folds, your glistening slit, before trailing up to your clit, taking in the softness of your pussy like he’s memorizing the map of your body.

veritas takes his time, always, touching you as though each movement holds the weight of discovery, as though you’re the answer to a question he’s been trying to solve his entire life.

"you have no idea how perfect you are, do you?" he whispers inserts a finger and wiggles it around— the sloppy, wet noises your pussy was making only added to the aching pain in his cock.

he admires the way your muscles constrict around a single finger, how he shifts inside your skin and curls his digit, the smooth lines of your wall being slippery and so hot.

his lips brush over your collarbone as he inserts a second finger, then lower as he groans softly. "i could study you for hours… every inch of you is a masterpiece," his hips begin to grinf into the mattress as he toys with your pussy, stuffing you with two digits and scissoring them inside your drenched insides before taking a tit in his mouth.

one good suckle sent you up against the wall and he sees it— more precisely it's your teeth dug into your lower lip and your fingers digging into his shoulders as your toes curl into the blankets, mind fuzzy with being so loved, so cherished and appreciated by the man you so desperately desired.

⚝ — GALLAGHER

gallagher had a way of being more on the direct side— if you catch my drill, unable to hide the awe in his gaze as his eyes roam across your form.

"damn, look at you," he breathes and smirks, the lust in his demeanor exuding the most intoxicating energy. his hands move immediately to your side, fingers tracing every curve, every line, like he’s trying to commit it all to memory, afraid he might miss something and needs to do it again— maybe then he should use his mouth to kiss every curve of your flesh.

there's a hunger in his eyes you were instantly deciphering, a hidden force to show just how much he adores every inch of you.

"you're… perfect," he brushes over your cheek.

gallagher tilts his head, eyes lingering on the smooth expanse of your stomach before his fingers side down to your thighs, making you wrap them around his waist.

his grip tenses slightly, his thumbs brushing the curve of your hips with an almost possessive severity as his cock stood erected and proudly between your folds.

"i don’t think you understand how beautiful you are," he takes his length before playfully slapping his tip against your pussy— once, twice, leaning down to press his lips to your shoulder as he opts to slide himself inside.

"fuck, ugh—always so tight," he rasps and rolls his eyes, biting into his lower lip to prevent his groan from coming out too loud as your hands find refuge in his disheveled hair, holding him in place.

his hips move forward with a deep rut, sliding in sloppily now while barely maintaining an even form— although that doesn't stop gallagher to fling your legs over his shoulders and press your thighs against your stomach to make you real tight for him, real messy and ugh, the view must be the most beautiful to him.

your face with tears bedding your lashes, your pouty lips being all bitten and pulsing, your pussy spread apart and fighting to keep him in as you squeeze and squeeze and squeeze him so dearly he notices a heart beat down there— while the sound of your juices were too distracting as well, gallagher might just need to take a taste of it first.

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[thiefcatmoth]

pac: how do people around you see you?

general reading. pick a pile, listening to your intuition. if nothing resonates, leave this pac behind.

pile 1

soft and sharp, warm and cold, changeable, but combining opposites so harmoniously. you have the ability to hide secrets inside and surprise others with little unusual bits of your personality. you have an inner stability, the ability to accept the twists of fate and use them to your advantage. people think that in feelings you give yourself to the bottom, both good and bad. some people find you too authoritarian, but you have a natural ability to make (or advise) others to do what you need or want. despite the general impression, some see your fragile spiritual core, and some may even say that you give them your light. even if you do not plan to illuminate someone's life, it happens on its own. many people do not strive to see beyond the facade that you have erected and may not realize that you can hide wisdom, knowledge, depth of words behind jokes and light-mindedness, a mask that you deliberately put up for others.

pile 2

others see you as a loyal, hardworking person, although not without a hint of something… gloomy? not hostility, but something dark or gloomy. you work even when obstacles arise, your persistence is admired by others, maybe even became an example or a source of inspiration for someone. at the same time, a special feminine energy emanates from you - cool, fresh, even a little youthful. energy that attracts, like a flower in the morning dew, but not everyone likes it. in general, you give the impression of someone who is difficult to gain trust, you don't let everyone in your inner circle, some think that you are too difficult to find the keys to. I think they just do not realize that you choose people based on your emotions and your inner circle is so important to you in order to develop, learn and work on yourself.

pile 3

some people think that you are capable of doing anything with your own hands. every little bit of what you do - art, handmade, cooking, whatever - has a special uniqueness, everything is a meaningful masterpiece. people see great wisdom in you, even when your words are not liked or seem poisonous. in addition, you know how to use all your knowledge for good. some people think that you are overprotective? the energy of excessive care, maybe even an attempt to prove that your views on everyday life and the material world are the most correct. someone may think that you were greatly influenced by your ancestors, and that is why your advice, even when you talk about something modern, can be perceived as outdated, similar to ancient wisdom. they are never devoid of meaning. few will be able to understand that helping others and caring that you do is not your favorite thing or a way to show yourself. these are just intuitive actions.

pile 4

the energy of an intelligent but closed person. clearly with a mind of your own, with clear internal and external boundaries. do you like black humor or sarcasm? or maybe there are notes of healthy cynicism in you? people sense that there is a storm of energy hidden inside you, it seems to them that your inner strength and impulses are more than enough for your desires and goals. for the sake of your goals, you can be assertive, choose smart paths and apply your efforts correctly. but others think that you are too free with your time, as if you own it. and some catch too many flirting signals. there is something in your behavior that reminds them of a socialite. to someone you may even seem frivolous in those moments when you deviate from your mask and image. someone notices that you often change your habits, style, lifestyle, and not everyone will understand that this is not a burden, not forced. you are able to adapt to any physical changes, from food and apartment to clothes, workouts and weight. it's like you are changing subtly every day. just don't pay attention if someone ignorantly considers it insignificant.

thanks for the reading!

dividers by @strangergraphics-archive, all images are not mine

[hoshifighting]

lyla I love what you write!!! I spend most of my nights diving into your tumblr and i never get tired of it!! <33

now im putting my shyness aside but still hiding on anonymous lol to request a yoga/pilates princess reader × seventeen gym lime pls?? how they would take advantage of it 😮‍💨

thank uuu love u

seventeen gym rat line x pilates princess reader

WARNINGS: smut, mentions of toned body, dirty talk, flexibility and strength

seungcheol “fuck, how are you so damn flexible?” seungcheol mutters, watching you bend in ways that make his thighs burn just from looking. pilates isn’t his thing; give him weights any day, but the way you move? he’s obsessed. he loves how you can effortlessly hold a position, legs stretched out, hips open—shit that drives him crazy. every time you strut out of the studio in those tight leggings, he’s already planning how he’s gonna have you later. “c’mere,” he pulls you close, hands sliding down to your hips, his lips brushing against your ear. “gonna bend you just like that, baby, but you’ll be screaming my name this time.” later, when he’s got you pinned beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, he’s using all that strength to make you tremble. “this what you wanted, huh? my strong arms holding you down while you can’t even think straight?” he’s panting, half from exertion, half from the way you’re squeezing around him.

joshua tries to join you in pilates once, thinking it’s all easy stretches—wrong. the burn in his abs makes him regret every gym session where he skipped core. but watching you? the way your body moves with such grace, he’s a goner. he can’t stop thinking about how it’d feel to have you on top, moving with that same fluidity, every roll of your hips calculated, perfect. “you really have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, pulling you into his lap after your session, his hands sliding up your thighs. “seeing you like that.. it’s fucking hot. now let me show you what it does to me.” he’s not shy about letting you know how you drive him horny, his hands moves to grind your hips on his boner, your legging a thin layer that makes you feel his hard cock.

woozi’s always been focused, disciplined, but pilates tests his patience in a whole new way. “how is this harder than deadlifting twice my body weight?” he grumbles, struggling to hold a boat pose while you casually chat, barely breaking a sweat. afterward, when he’s got you in a deep arch on the bed, your back nearly bending in half as he thrusts into you, he finally understands the appeal. “this… shit, you look so good like this,” he breathes, eyes locked on your body. the way you stretch to take all of him “all that fucking pilates… worth it just to see you like this.” he grips your hips, pulling you even closer, rolling his hips inside you.

mingyu’s the type who thrives on challenges, so when pilates kicks his ass, he’s frustrated. but seeing you in action? it’s like watching a masterpiece. every stretch, every controlled breath, it’s got him all kinds of turned on. especially when you’re wearing those cropped tops that show off your toned body, and your boobs—he’s obsessed. “you’re gonna kill me with those damn leggings,” he groans, pulling you into his arms the moment you step out of the studio, sweaty and glowing. “can’t stop thinking about how those legs would feel wrapped around my head.” so when he finally gets you in bed, he’s eager to try out all the positions you’ve perfected in pilates, his hands roaming your body like he’s trying to memorize every muscle, every curve. “show me what else you can do, princess.”

hoshi “how do you make it look so easy?” hoshi grumbles, trying to hold a plank while you’re effortlessly transitioning into some advanced move. he’s competitive, hates losing, but damn, pilates humbles him. every time he struggles, you flash him that teasing smile, and it’s game over. he’s down bad, not just for how you move, but for the confidence you exude. when you’re in those tight shorts, showing off every line of muscle, he’s barely keeping it together. “you know what i’m thinking, right?” he asks, grabbing you the second you finish your session. “thinking of how good you’d look under me, legs wrapped around my waist, using all that strength to hold on tight. let’s see if you can stay in control when i’m the one making you feel good.” he whispers in your ear, knowing the effect his dirty talk will cause.

chan, when you drag him to pilates, he’s game—until he realizes just how much core strength it actually takes. but damn, does he love watching you. the way you move, the control you have over your body, it’s enough to drive him crazy. and when you’re wearing those tiny shorts, showing off your toned legs? he’s struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter. “how do you make everything look so fucking hot?” he mutters, following you into the locker room after your session, his hands already sliding up your thighs. “you have no idea how hard it is to focus when you’re looking like that.” later, when you’re tangled up in his sheets, he’s determined to see if all that pilates training has paid off, “let’s see how flexible you really are.” he mumbles to himself.

wonwoo can’t deny the way his pulse races when he watches you in pilates, all hot and firm. he’d never admit it, but the thought of you being able to move so fluidly, so powerfully, has him imagining all kinds of things. especially when you’re in those high-waisted leggings, the fabric hugging your curves in a way that leaves little to the imagination. “you know, you could teach me some moves,” he says, trying to sound casual, but his voice comes out rougher than he intended. “like how you can stay so damn composed even when you’re about to fall apart.” when you’re in bed, he can’t help but test that theory, his hands guiding you into a position that leaves you breathless. “let’s see how long you can hold this one, babe.”

[eicsferrari]

Couldn't Make It Any Harder - fc43

pairing: franco colapinto & norris!reader

a/n: im not sure if i like this one but i love this song

masterlist

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ynnorris "go on vacations with your brother and your best friend, it will be fun!" they said... liars

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lando your the liar, you told me today that it was the best idea ever to travel together🤨

ynnorris you're*

ynnorris also you have no witness of that

yourbff how can you be so hot????

ynnorris literally you !!!

user4 hi girlie, can i date your brother?

ynnorris he's annoying so yes pls take him away from me

lando HEY

user4 ngl being noticed by the norris sibilings was not how i thought my day was gonna go

francocolapinto baby i can drive your car and maybe you'll love me

ynnorris quoting the beatles is the way to my heart you know me too well

user8 she calls him best friend but they flirt under every single one of her posts, you are not fooling anyone

user34 ok but franco flirts with everyone

user77 not like this

user23 we can switch places if u want

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ynnorris travelling but fear not, new music soon

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user22 yn pop domination is coming

user45 after her last breakup i just know we are getting the saddest song ever

user76 fr, it was BRUTAL. i'm glad she's doing better now

francocolapinto id jump in front of a train for you🛐

ynnorris ok bruno mars

user43 are they dating?? i don't understand their relationship

user21 no one does lol they met last year when franco got to f1 and since then they became "best friends" who flirt all the time, have insane chemistry and can't keep their hands off each other

user89 the fashion icon that you are

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francocolapinto saw some fishes🐟

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lando without me💔

ynnorris you wanted to stay at the hotel and play videogames ??? you made your bed now lay on it

lando meanie😔

ynnorris WHY WOULD YOU POST THE LAST ONE??? that was just for us i look terrible

francocolapinto you always look gorgeous

user17 she said just for us🥺 stop feeding my delusions

user55 her smile on slide 1 ... call me crazy but that's what being in love looks like

user62 u are crazy but im glad at least you are self aware about it

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ynupdates yn norris opens up about dating in new interview: "(...) i don't fall as easily as i used to. when i was younger i was a hopeless romantic but now i have to think about the consequences, not to mention the public's reaction. loving another person can be so hard...sometimes i feel like a graveyard of once bloomed now withered hope and i'm not sure i can handle going through that again, being that hurt again (...)"

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user8 i'm crying so hard

user5 yourex when i get you,,,

user93 when she said after so many relationship failures she self sabotages and it's not fair to put anyone through that...

user43 i SOBBED, i desperately need someone to show her she's worthy of being loved

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ynnorris Last day

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user7 THE OUTFIT

user56 does this mean new music??????

ynnorris tomorrow babes😉

francocolapinto need you biblically 🥵

landonorris leave my sister alone u weirdo

user5 he just won't give up

francocolapinto you look really nice

ynnorris thanks fran❤️

user2 share the lip combo🙏🏼

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ynnorris emails i can't send: couldn't make it any harder - mp3

this is a vulnerable one but i hope you like it

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user15 the concept of fearing you are too hard to love...she read my diary for this one

user9 that is franco's hand,,,

user32 she spilled her heart on the song and you are thinking about a man?

user23 yes cause the song is literally for him

user44 we don't know that

user67 im devastated but this is a masterpiece

user48 has anyone else noticed that franco is not here? he always likes and comments

user74 yes he is always one of the first likes

user52 stop😭 i hope it doesn't mean anything bad

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ynnorris you told me right from the start i'm easy to love

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user7 ynfranco nation we were right !

user89 this caption after the song she released i'm so happy for them😭😭

yourbff FINALLY

user45 she's one of us

francocolapinto te amo🤍

ynnorris yo más 🤍

lando i approve i guess🙄

ynnorris you literally cried when we told you

lando fake news don't believe her!

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Taglist: @justaf1girl @anamiad00msday @readtoooomuch @2bormaybenot

[deonsx]

Hello, I hope I don't bother you. Your work is truly a masterpiece. Can you please do part 2 of the bllk boys with their s/o being recorded/violated in public? I'd love for you to make Isagi, Sae, and Kaiser of the characters. My native language is not english, but I hope you understand, thanks in advance💖💖🌺

Hiii i was starving for kaiser and see this lets do this (´-ω-`)

part 1 is here

Isagi Yoichi

You and Isagi were enjoying a casual day at the park strolling hand-in-hand and chatting about his recent match. Everything seemed peaceful until you noticed someone holding their phone pointed in your direction. At first you brushed it off, thinking they were filming something unrelated. But as they shifted closer their intent became unmistakable

“Isagi” you whispered, tugging his sleeve. “I think they’re recording me” Isagi’s expression immediately hardened, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a rare intensity. He turned to the person and stepped between you and their phone blocking their view

“Hey” his voice was firm but not aggressive “What do you think you’re doing?” The person stammered, clearly unprepared for confrontation and tried to deny it but Isagi’s sharp eyes caught the red recording light “Delete it...Now” His tone left no room for argument

When they hesitated Isagi didn’t back down, crossing his arms and towering over them in a way that emphasized his presence “If you don’t, I’ll make sure security deals with you”

Once the video was deleted, Isagi wrapped an arm around you, gently pulling you closer “Are you okay? I’m sorry you had to deal with that” He spent the rest of the day reassuring you, determined to never let anyone make you feel unsafe again

Sae Itoshi

You were sitting together in a cozy café. Sae was casually scrolling through his phone while you sipped your coffee and enjoyed the quiet atmosphere. Everything seemed normal until Sae’s expression suddenly hardened

His sharp eyes zeroed in on someone sitting across the room. The person was holding their phone, pointed directly at you, clearly recording. You hadn’t noticed anything, but Sae had. Without a word, he put his phone down and stood up

Calm and composed, he walked straight to the culprit, his presence alone intimidating “Don’t make me repeat myself” he said coldly his tone sharp enough to send chills “Delete that recording”

The person stammered, attempting to deny it, but Sae’s piercing gaze left no room for argument. Reluctantly, they pulled out their phone and deleted the video, showing it to him for proof. Sae watched silently, ensuring it was gone “Good. But let me be clear if I ever catch you doing something like this again, it won’t end here” His voice was ice-cold as he delivered the warning

When he returned to the table, you were still unaware of what had happened. Sae simply grabbed his jacket and said “Let’s leave. I’m done with this place” Though he didn’t explain, his subtle protectiveness made you feel safe, even without knowing the full story

Kaiser Michael

You were strolling through a bustling plaza with Kaiser, enjoying the lively atmosphere. Everything seemed fine, but Kaiser’s steps suddenly slowed. His sharp gaze locked onto someone standing a short distance away holding their phone and blatantly recording you

Kaiser’s expression twisted into a mix of amusement and anger “Seriously?” he muttered under his breath before turning toward the person, leaving you confused

Without hesitation, he approached the culprit, his signature smug smirk masking the cold fury in his eyes “You’ve got some nerve” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm “Recording her? Are you that brave?”

The person fumbled for words, trying to explain themselves, but Kaiser cut them off with a raised hand “Save it. Pull out your phone. Now. Delete that recording, or I’ll make sure you regret ever pointing a camera at her” His voice dropped into a threatening growl and his intimidating aura left no room for argument

Shaking the person quickly complied, deleting the video under Kaiser’s watchful eye. He leaned closer, checking the screen to confirm “Good” he said curtly

As the person scurried away, Kaiser returned to you, sliding an arm possessively around your waist. You still weren’t sure what had just happened, but the satisfied smirk on his face told you he’d handled something serious

“Unbelievable how shameless people are these days” he muttered, planting a quick kiss on your temple before his smirk turned playful “Don’t worry, though. I’ll always be here to put them in their place”

Enjoy!

[vegan-peppermint]

Your Boyfriend's Bed

Pairing: Hoodie x Masky'sGF!Reader Smut MDNI

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Cheating, creampie, rough sx, P in V

Summary: Your boyfriend is a B, but his best friend's there to take your side.

Part 2 here

Author's Note: After a three-year hiatus, I finally found the inspiration to write again—thanks to this incredible fanfiction. It sparked something in me. I can’t recommend it enough, so please show the creator some love. Their work is the reason I’m writing again after all this time. This fic is inspired by their masterpiece, so I highly encourage you to check it out first!

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More often than not, you were a collateral victim in your boyfriend and his friend’s fights. Tim and Brian were too close for your liking, they had a great co-dependency going on way before you came in the picture. If Brain was in a bad mood, so was Tim. If you got in a fight with Tim, Brian was giving you the silent treatment as well as taking sides without hesitation.

It was more than you bargained for, not realising getting Tim as a boyfriend meant taking responsibility for his grown-ass best friend as well. But you managed. With each month that passed in your relationship it was getting easier for you, to the point it was almost natural to consider them both in every action you took. 

Weirdly enough, you so much preferred for them to be mad at you instead of at each other. Whenever their balance wavered they started acting batshit crazy. Tim confessed some details about their ‘alternative’ life after- what, a year in you relationship? 

You didn’t fully grasp what he meant by their “alter egos” or their nighttime escapades, but you quickly realized you didn’t want to. You had your suspicions, of course. You weren’t blind. But as long as they didn’t outright spell it out for you, you could continue living in blissful ignorance. It was easier that way, and you convinced yourself that you were okay with it.

But today—today was different. Today, things had escalated to an entirely new level.

Tim was screaming at Brian, who was cloaked in that damned creepy hood that made him look so unsettling. Tim's anger seemed to grow by the second, and when “Hoodie” (as you suppose you should call him now) refused to react, it only fueled Tim’s rage.

You tried to calm him down, talk to him or something- anything.

A strained, guttural laugh escaped Tim, trembling with anger. He started explining to you how you do not even begin to understand what has happened, how you should just shut up and not get involved- his voice full with disdain, every sentence designed to belittle and assert his supposed superiority. 

Now you are not the one to get angry easily, but this time- this time something in you snapped. You were done being talked down to, done being made feel small or pathetic for just wanting some peace.

“No wonder he would not bother to have your back when you act like such a prick.”

“Oh, just shut up you bit-,” his words faltered as he caught himself mid-sentence, swallowing the insult faster than a politician trying to cover his tracks.

You cannot recreate what was spoken after that word for word, just that all hell broke loose. It was no longer a fight between Tim and Brian- no, it wasn’t just them anymore. It was you and Hoodie against Tim. You were screaming and throwing your every angry complaint you had been holding in for far too long. And Hoodie- Hoodie of all people- was backing your every word, every statement. However, Hoodie’s remark is what really sealed and shipped Tim’s whole spirit.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl so frustrated with her boyfriend in my life, Masky. Can only imagine you’re lacking in some aspects.”

The words hit harder than anything you had said. They were cold, calculated, and aimed straight at the core of Tim’s pride. The room seemed to hold its breath, and for a moment, Tim stood there, trembling with the weight of the accusation. His face twisted in disbelief, but the damage had already been done.

What followed between the two of them was pure madness. Shouting, shoving, items flying off shelves—everything seemed to spin out of control. Pushing, pulling, voices rising higher and higher, until the tension reached a breaking point. Tim’s eyes flickered with something darker, something unstable, before he turned to grab his mask and stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard it shook the walls.

Well, this has happened this morning. You realise you could’ve done things differently, not taking sides or waiting for their fight to end before starting your own. That was your mistake. But leaving you hurt and angry with only Hoodie to comfort you was his.

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You were on all fours on your boyfriends bed, face buried in his pillows. Hoodie’s gloved hand pushed down on your back arching it more- your ass rising higher. 

Your clothes were littering the floor from the doorway to the edge of the bed, the cold air tickling your bare skin. Your eyes landed on the wardrobe’s mirror showing your helpless reflection with Hoodie’s tall frame behind you. He was completely dressed from his boots to the black mask that covered his face- he was glacial. 

His left hand- formerly on your back-  grabbed your hip harshly. He dragged the other painfully slow across your side- from ass, to waist and finally around your breast. You whimpered at the harsh feeling of his gloves palming your tits. 

“So sensitive…” he sighed. The nub was hardening against his touch making it easier for him to pinch or gently twist your nipple. 

You inhaled sharply trying to steady yourself but being met with Tim’s smell wasn’t helping. “H-Hodie...” you whined. 

His hands left your body and you heard his pants zipper opening. You tried to push yourself on your forearms, an instinct to turn around and see what you were dealing with, but before you could make a move a firm grip grabbed at the back of your neck. The sharp tug sent shivers down your spine as Hoodie yanked your head back. With a swift flick of his wrist, he let go of your nape only to have his fingers dart into your hair. His grip was certain and precise. “You’re way to eager to get on another man’s cock.” Your face was shoved once again back into the mattress. 

He was watching you excitedly as he brushed his tip across your folds- a groan escaping his lips when he felt how wet you already were. There was something primal about knowing you belonged to someone else yet he got to claim you as his right now. 

“Be quiet now,” he instructed sliding his cock inside you. You tried your best, you swore you did but he was so- big. Your eyes rolled upwards and your fingers gripped tightly at the sheets as you tried your best not to scream. His cock pressed deeper and deeper inside your cunt, stretching you in ways you did not even imagine possible. “You moan like a whore,” he growled with a final push. You felt your face blushing in shame- he talked to you in ways you would've never allowed your boyfriend, but on his lips those words felt so natural; almost like praises.

“Shh, shh,” he murmured, the sound gentle but insistent. You were already panting and crying just by the size of him. He gave you a moment to adjust to him being balls deep inside your aching cunt but your whines wouldn’t stop. He leaned over you, the rough material of his clothes scratching your soft skin. His hand reached to the side of your face, you thought he wanted to wipe away the tears that were sliding down your cheeks. He chuckled, his hand covering your mouth instead. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless, sweetheart.” 

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“Fuck, fuck- fuck! Feels so- Agh!~” 

You were screaming so fucking loudly. Your head was bumping to the ruthless rhythm of Hoodie’s thrusts. His fingers left red marks all over your ass, your hips- he was tugging at your body merciless, squeezing and scratching every inch of skin he could find. 

With trembling hands you tried your best to hold onto the bed frame as Hoodie was rutting into you from behind. His balls were hitting your swollen clit so hard- again and again and- “Am so close- so close, so close!”  Jaw was hanging open, you were gasping for air. 

“Fucking whore,” Hoodie sighed grabbing your neck with one hand, the other searching for your open mouth. “Bet he never fucked you this good, eh?” He gave a sinister chuckle as he shoved his fingers down your throat. You followed his cruel pull falling back on his torso. He was squeezing at the sides of you neck reminding you how little and vulnerable you are right now, “You only breath right now- scream and cry- you only feel this good because I allow you to.”

You whine taking him even deeper, his cock slaming your walls faster. His fingers explored your mouth pressing down your tongue, his grip thightend. 

“I could snap your neck right now, you know?”

You cry out loud in desperation, surrenedring control to him completely. Your eyes shut in anticipation, every muscle in you tightens-

“Say who you really belong to, who fucks you like a bitch in heat,” he snarls. “Say my name.”

And you do. Over and over again you do as your gummy walls squeeze around his length unbearably thight, waves of pleasure wash all over you. Hoodie’s hands allow you to gasp for air just for a second as they move under your arms grabbing you by the shoulders. His sudden body weight pushed you on your belly, fucking you deeper into the matress. His thrusts grow sloppy and desparate with no regard towards you- he was fucking you like a fleshlight.

“I’ll pump you so full of cum, MY cum-” Muffled sounds rose from deep in his chest, you were able to hear his clenched teeth through the sharp breaths he took. “Breed you so good you’ll be ruined- Fuck-” he whimpered. “Ruined for Tim,” his thrusts are brutal and harsh and- so goddamn overwhelming. 

His cum shots in hot strings, his member twitching inside your ruined cunt. His hands pull you closer and hips push further trying to get as deep as possible- deeper than Tim at least. 

You felt bad for comparing but the way he feels on top of you, in you- he fucked you in ways your boyfriend never could. When you tried to shift he grabbed a fistful of your hair forcing your head back. With lazy motions he started fucking his cum deeper.

“I didn’t tell you you could fucking move yet.”

//

This is my first fic since, what- 2021? Wow. Crazy.

I'll keep on writing my usual content as well, but creepypastas and gore-y stuff has always been something I wanted to write but never felt confident enough before. Anyways, feel free to request or send me any message, I came back from my hiatus! Never thought I'd say that lol.