#Helpful Tips on Training Your Dog

[pumpkin-the-girlie-girl-vixen]

The Importance of Mental and Physical Stimulation for Dogs: A Comprehensive Guide

Dogs are remarkable creatures that bring joy and companionship to our lives. However, as active and intelligent beings, they require more than just food, water, and shelter to thrive. One of the most crucial aspects of a dog’s well-being is stimulation—both mental and physical. This blog will delve into why it’s essential to stimulate your dog and explore various ways to keep them engaged and happy.

Stimulation is Important for Dogs

1. **Prevents Boredom**: Dogs that lack adequate stimulation can become bored, leading to undesirable behaviors such as chewing, digging, or excessive barking. These behaviors often stem from a need to release pent-up energy and frustration.

2. **Reduces Anxiety and Stress**: Mental and physical stimulation can help alleviate anxiety in dogs. Engaging activities provide a constructive outlet for their energy, reducing nervous behaviors and promoting a sense of calm.

3. **Improves Behavior**: A well-stimulated dog is generally a better-behaved dog. Regular engagement can curb behavioral issues and encourage positive actions, leading to a more harmonious relationship between you and your pet.

4. **Enhances Cognitive Function**: Just like humans, dogs need mental challenges to keep their brains sharp. Stimulation helps maintain cognitive function and can even reduce the risk of cognitive decline as they age.

5. **Strengthens Bonding**: Participating in stimulating activities together strengthens the bond between you and your dog. Shared experiences can foster trust and deepen your relationship.

6. **Promotes Physical Health**: Physical activity is essential for a dog’s overall health. Regular exercise keeps them fit, supports healthy weight management, and reduces the risk of obesity-related health issues.

7. **Encourages Natural Behaviors**: Stimulation allows dogs to engage in natural behaviors such as hunting, foraging, and problem-solving. These activities fulfill their instinctual needs and contribute to their overall happiness.

Ways to Stimulate Your Dog:

There are numerous ways to provide mental and physical stimulation for your dog. Below are various activities and strategies that can enhance your dog’s quality of life:

1. **Daily Walks**

Taking your dog for daily walks is one of the simplest and most effective ways to provide physical exercise. Vary the routes, incorporate different environments (such as parks or trails), and allow your dog to explore new scents. Regular walks can help burn off energy and keep your dog physically fit.

2. **Interactive Play**

Engaging in interactive play with your dog strengthens your bond and provides essential stimulation. Activities like fetch, tug-of-war, and hide-and-seek can be fun and exciting for both you and your pet. Use toys that encourage participation and keep your dog engaged.

3. **Puzzle Toys**

Puzzle toys are designed to challenge a dog’s problem-solving abilities. These toys often involve hiding treats inside that dogs must figure out how to access. Puzzle toys can keep your dog mentally engaged for extended periods and are especially useful for indoor play.

4. **Training Sessions**

Training is an excellent way to stimulate your dog mentally. Teaching new commands or tricks challenges their cognitive abilities and strengthens your bond. Use positive reinforcement techniques, such as treats and praise, to encourage learning.

5. **Scent Work**

Dogs have an extraordinary sense of smell, and engaging them in scent work can be incredibly rewarding. Hide treats around the house or yard, and encourage your dog to sniff them out. You can also use scent-detection games to appeal to their natural instincts.

6. **Agility Training**

Agility training is a fun and physically stimulating activity that involves navigating obstacle courses. Set up a simple course in your backyard using cones, tunnels, and jumps. This type of training not only provides physical exercise but also challenges your dog mentally as they learn to navigate the course.

7. **Socialization**

Social interactions with other dogs and people can provide valuable stimulation. Arrange playdates with other dogs or visit dog parks where your pet can interact with a variety of canine companions. Socialization helps develop your dog’s social skills and can reduce anxiety in new situations.

8. **Dog Sports**

Consider getting involved in dog sports such as flyball, herding, or dock diving. These activities provide both mental and physical challenges while allowing your dog to work as part of a team. Plus, they can be a lot of fun for both you and your dog!

9. **Canine Enrichment Activities**

Incorporate enrichment activities into your dog’s routine to mimic natural behaviors. For instance, scatter food in the grass for foraging, use toys that dispense treats during play, or create an obstacle course using household items. These activities encourage exploration and problem-solving.

10. **Field Trips and New Experiences**

Expose your dog to new environments and experiences. Take them on adventures to the beach, hiking trails, or pet-friendly events. New sights, sounds, and smells can stimulate their senses and provide mental enrichment.

11. **Massage and Relaxation**

While physical and mental stimulation is important, relaxation is also essential for a dog’s well-being. Massaging your dog can provide comfort and relaxation, helping them destress after an active day.

12. **Rotate Toys**

Keep your dog engaged by rotating their toys regularly. Introducing “new” toys that they haven’t seen in a while can rekindle their interest and encourage play.

13. **Music and Audiobooks for Dogs**

Some dogs respond positively to music or audiobooks designed for canine listeners. Playing calming sounds can create a soothing environment and provide auditory stimulation.

Conclusion

Stimulating your dog—both mentally and physically—is crucial for their overall well-being and happiness. By incorporating a variety of activities into their daily routine, you can prevent boredom, reduce anxiety, and improve their behavior. The bond you share with your dog will strengthen through these shared experiences, leading to a more fulfilling relationship.

Ultimately, a happy dog is a well-stimulated dog. Whether it’s through walks, play, training, or new experiences, investing time in your dog’s mental and physical stimulation will pay off in countless ways. Embrace the joy of engaging with your furry friend, and watch them thrive!

The Consequences of Not Stimulating Your Dog: Understanding the Impacts of Boredom

Dogs are highly intelligent and active animals, and they require both physical and mental stimulation to thrive. When they don't receive adequate engagement, the consequences can be significant, affecting their behavior, health, and overall well-being. This blog will explore what happens when dogs lack stimulation and highlight the importance of providing them with the activities they need.

1. **Behavioral Problems**

One of the most immediate effects of insufficient stimulation is the development of behavioral issues. Dogs that are bored or under-stimulated may resort to destructive behaviors, such as:

- **Chewing**: Dogs may chew on furniture, shoes, or other household items as a way to alleviate boredom.

- **Digging**: Lack of mental engagement can lead dogs to dig in the yard or indoors, causing damage.

- **Excessive Barking**: Dogs may bark excessively out of frustration, seeking attention or trying to express their need for activity.

These behaviors are often a manifestation of a dog’s pent-up energy and frustration due to a lack of appropriate stimulation.

2. **Increased Anxiety and Stress**

Without sufficient mental and physical engagement, dogs may experience heightened anxiety and stress levels. This can manifest in several ways:

- **Restlessness**: Dogs may pace or show signs of agitation when they are bored.

- **Self-soothing Behaviors**: Some dogs may lick or groom themselves excessively as a way to cope with anxiety.

- **Destructive Actions**: In their quest to manage stress and boredom, dogs may engage in destructive behaviors, such as scratching doors or chewing on furniture.

Chronic anxiety can lead to long-term behavioral issues and negatively impact a dog's quality of life.

3. **Physical Health Problems**

A lack of physical stimulation can contribute to obesity and various related health issues. When dogs do not get enough exercise, they are more likely to gain weight, which can lead to:

- **Joint Issues**: Extra weight puts strain on a dog’s joints, increasing the risk of conditions like arthritis.

- **Heart Disease**: Obesity raises the risk of heart problems and other cardiovascular issues.

- **Diabetes**: Overweight dogs may develop diabetes, which requires significant management and can affect their overall health.

Regular exercise and stimulation are crucial for maintaining a healthy weight and preventing these health complications.

4. **Cognitive Decline**

Dogs need mental challenges to keep their minds sharp. Without stimulation, they may suffer from cognitive decline, particularly as they age. Signs of cognitive decline can include:

- **Disorientation**: Dogs may appear confused or lost in familiar environments.

- **Changes in Sleeping Patterns**: Altered sleep habits, such as increased sleeping or restlessness during the night, can occur.

- **Decreased Interest in Activities**: A lack of motivation to engage in previously enjoyed activities can indicate cognitive decline.

Engaging your dog in mental exercises, such as training or puzzle toys, is essential for promoting cognitive health.

5. **Socialization Issues**

Dogs are social animals that thrive on interaction with humans and other dogs. When they are not stimulated, they may struggle with socialization. Signs of socialization issues can include:

- **Fearfulness**: Dogs that lack exposure to different environments and experiences may become fearful or anxious in new situations.

- **Aggression**: Lack of proper social interactions can lead to aggressive behavior towards other dogs or strangers.

- **Withdrawal**: Bored or unstimulated dogs may become withdrawn, avoiding interaction and play.

Socialization is vital for a dog’s emotional health, and stimulating activities provide opportunities for positive interactions.

6. **Reduced Lifespan and Quality of Life**

Ultimately, a lack of stimulation can lead to a reduced quality of life for dogs. Boredom, anxiety, and health issues can shorten their lifespan and lead to unhappiness. Dogs need regular mental and physical engagement to remain happy and healthy.

Conclusion

Stimulating your dog—both mentally and physically—is essential for their overall well-being. The consequences of not providing adequate stimulation can include behavioral issues, anxiety, health problems, cognitive decline, and socialization challenges. By engaging your dog through walks, play, training, and interactive activities, you can enhance their quality of life and foster a happier, healthier companion.

Investing time and effort into your dog's mental and physical stimulation will pay off in the long run, leading to a stronger bond and a more fulfilling relationship. Remember, a happy dog is an engaged dog!

[evamame]

iwaizumi attacking you with wet kisses all over your face while you’re bathing in the sun after he comes out from the pool soaking wet.

you’re laying on a chair beside the pool, bathing in the sunny glow that graces your skin with a comforting warmth. not in the mood for a dip, you flip through the pages of your book leisurely as you enjoy the summer heat.

iwaizumi climbs up the ladder out of the pool, all done cooling off in the water. he grabs the neatly folded towel resting on the lounge chair saved for him right next to yours, quickly patting off the beads of water resting on his skin before ruffling the cloth through his short spiky hair. the view is nice. the summer view is nice too—the buzz of bees flying around and yellow dandelions scattered across the lawn—but the real view is the whole 179.3 centimeters standing tall next to you.

“why didn’t you join me in the water?” he asks, squinting as the sun hits his eyes.

“didn’t feel like getting wet,” you say, eyes still trained on the words on your page.

“i can get you wet,” he says with a cheeky grin, one that doesn’t falter even as you wack the book into his thigh.

he chuckles, leaning down and beginning to pepper wet open mouthed kisses all over your face. the water still remnant on his lips wipes all over you as he presses them on your cheeks, your forehead, your temple, your jaw, the tip of your nose, practically anywhere else he can reach, and then finally your lips.

in the midst of his banter you laugh, trying to fight him to no relent. “iwa, stop! you’re getting me all wet!”

“can’t help it. you look gorgeous in that bathing suit,” he murmurs, trying to find any sort of real estate he can to press his lips on.

you put the book down, using your hands to try and claw at his face and push it away. he’s too persistent in slobbering all over your face like a dog for your attempts to work, though. he just starts kissing your palms until they feel numb.

once he’s finally done attacking you with his kisses, he pulls away and simply stays there in front of you, leaning over the chair and grinning at you, his face not even inches away from yours.

“what?”

“nothing,” his teeth are still bared, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

“you’re grinning like an idiot for no reason. i don’t see what’s so funny.” with another scolding yet playful slap of your book to his leg, you open up the page you had dog eared and try to continue reading without his disruption.

to no surprise, it’s pointless as he continues to try and press as many of your buttons as he can. “you look really pretty under the sun.”

you glance up from the words on the page, mouth open and ready for a witty remark. you fall flat at the sight of him, though. the suds still on his face and the wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead make all of the blood in your body flood to your cheeks. every one of his perfections—because in your eyes he has no imperfections—are perfectly complimented by the sun’s rays that highlight his tan skin and the contours of his stupidly handsome face.

the thoughts rushing through your mind make you fall short, and the words you look pretty under the sun too almost slip out before you can catch them. you want to tell him that, but you’re supposed to be irritated with him for slobbering all over your face. sticking to the script, you just look away and try to focus on reading. but iwaizumi can tell you’re just lost in your thoughts when your gaze doesn’t move across the page.

you catch the way his grin fades into a more genuine smile of the sorts, one that shows he’s really happy over you becoming a blushing mess because of him and not just trying to tease you into oblivion.

from the spot in his own lounge chair that he’s taken while you’ve been processing what had just happened, you hear him speak. “join me in the pool now?”

that earns him a book thrown at the head and a loud, firm, no.

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[orphicsun]

hi hi

we all know ellie’s a loser but can we pls get some subtop ellie pretty please with a cherry on top :3

warnings: subtop!ellie, use of strap-ons(e!), accidental orgasms

Sex is a timeline, if you think about it in such a way.

The chase: it's either with a lover or a stranger who looks just right underneath party lights and with enough liquid courage in your system. Sometimes, it may be a simple 'are you in the mood?' from your spouse. The build-up: the one thing plenty of men can't seem to understand. You need to take a needle and thread to sex, gently weave in and out before you finish the entire thing. The urgency that pairs with the rise as you try to hold back your orgasm because the way your partner leaves those sloppy kisses on your neck isn't helping. The orgasm being the infamous matter and the usual goal, and then the fall. That steep fall back down to the green Earth.

With Ellie, though? Sex isn't a chronological timeline. It is defined with many pit stops that may affectionately annoy you and altogether frustrate you past your body's needy limits.

Your girlfriend is already on top of you, lounging casually between your legs. Your eyes are glued to the tv. It's something you take interest in, but Ellie is restless.

"Babe.." She pries her hands from underneath your waist from which they were wrapped around and playfully squeezes the fat of your boobs.

"Hm?" You give her half your attention, but it isn't enough. She is now seeking more.

"Closet trip?" Ellie suggests. It's code for "Can I the strap-on from the closet and fuck your brains out?"

You don't bite, though. It's the chase that you prolong. You know it's worth it to savor her, reel her in as she gives this her all. Because the second she is inside your silken heat, you know what happens.

Sex with Ellie isn't chronological.

"Right now?" You play dumb.

Ellie scoffs lightly; you're cute, though. "Yeah, right now. But..you can say no if you don't want to."

But even as she speaks, Ellie deflates and desperates all the same. She removes her hands from your tits to squeeze your sides, and then she simply frees you from her grasp. She is a smart cookie, you'll give her that.

“Sure. Lemme turn this show off.” Ellie is already rushing. to your closet. The chase was a victory.

Ellie's build-up is sliding through your fold and nudging at your clit until she can't stand it anymore, needing to be inside of you. Like I said, the sex Ellie gives you isn't the usual. The foreplay last night was nearly two hours worth, and now you get this.

"Can I put it in, babe?" Ellie offers the question with a neediness to her tone, offering you an out before..well, before the unique process of sex with Ellie.

"You wanna fuck me, Ellie? Are you gonna make me cum?"

She huffs a needy breath, panting like a dog into your ear. "Mmmhmm..wanna feel your pussy, pleasepleaseplease."

"C'mon, sweetie. I wanna feel you inside me already."

Ellie doesn't hesitate to spread your lips with the smooth tip of the toy until your slick coats it. Then she eagerly pushes into your hole, soft whimpers leaving her throat as if she can really feel you around her.

She has to freeze mid-stroke just to collect herself, not even bottomed-out in your tightness. She is losing all train of thought just being inside you, and is honestly a little terrified she may just start pounding into your cunt with reckless abandon. She has to control herself, though.

"Your pussy's so sweet, baby. It feels so good being in you..i love being in you.." she blabbers, half-incoherent.

You stifle a whimper. "Yeah? Can you start moving, Ellie?"

Ellie gives you a quick, enthusiastic nod and immediately begins to fuck you. You can't contain your moans at the feeling of her skin against yours, her own arousal noticeably dripping down the harness and her freckled, pale thighs.

And she fully loses her ability to do anything but move her hips as you leave scratch marks far down her broad back. It's own of your favorite features on her—despite her lean, janky build that you fantasize about when you're alone, her back is a contrast to it, and that is why it's always covered in pink scratch lines.

You're quite close after enough movements. Ellie is eager and fast, but it's that which turns you on. It's the way she mewls while she's deep in your pussy, the fact that she wants to be deep enough to make your cervix feel her the next day. You'll be sore from the sweet little, frankly sloppy thrusts she gives you. It's worth it, though.

But you know Ellie, you've done this many times before. You can't be surprised when she thrusts sputter until she ultimately stops on top of your body. She lets out a soft noise.

"S-Sorry, babe..I got really tired. Mind taking over for me?" She sounds almost like a puppy who got into the trash. It makes you clench around her despite the lack of friction.

"No problem." You find yourself soon situated on her lap, sinking back down onto her. The sight is something Ellie has to take a mental snap of and shamelessly finger herself when thinking of later—your hands supporting yourself so closely together that your tits are pressed in a delicious sight. Your hair is messy from previously just laying back against the pillow and taking her until now, and your lips.. they're moving towards her.

While you and Ellie share a wet, filthy kiss, the back of your thighs meet the edges of her waist. Your hips move slightly back and forth, raising and sinking back down. Your eyes flutter, half-lidded and struggling to stay open. Moments like these are the ones Ellie wants to open her sketchbook for and scratch away, wanting to capture each and every sensation and visual. It's impossible to replicate this moment, however.

Sex with Ellie isn't chronological at all. Before you're even feeling a sign of an impending orgasm from your body, she is shuddering beneath you, her body suddenly squirming before she goes still under you, slumped against the bed. The way you were moving must've rubbed her clit raw underneath her adornment.

You cease your movements. "Did you..?"

She nods and catches her breath. "Sorry. I can finish you off if you need?" She sweetly offers, grabbing your hips with those bony fingertips of hers, ready to flip you back over.

And the cycle begins.

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[frissonmei]

to be known / sylus

DETAILS: non-mc!fem!reader, yearning, pre-relationship, loverboy!sylus, fluff, my inability to be tense consistent (i am so sorry lmao), this is lowkey gross, implied boss!sylus SUMMARY: the art of noticing, and the age-old quote: "to be loved is to be known." NOTES: i’ve been thinking a lot about soft and quiet love. i’ve been craving the deep intimacy that comes with knowing someone so wholly, so i wrote it. i hope that this comforts anyone who needs it right now and i love you even if i don't know you 💜. wc. 1.3k

Sylus prides himself on the fact that he knows you. He’s watchful like that. After years of working together closely, Sylus can’t help but notice things.

He’s seen the slight upturn of your lip when you’re fighting down a laugh at sniveling businessmen a million times. He's watched the pull of your eyes when you scrutinize people in crowds—always analyzing—much like himself. He pictures the twitch of your eye when he says something a little too outlandish. He remembers the glare you gave him the last time he did so. He knows the way you purse your lips when you're met with something unsavory. The last time he saw it was when the twins had burned dinner. He sees the gleam of anticipation in your eyes whenever someone underestimates you. He notices how you lick your lips when you're unsure and the way your gaze darts to the side momentarily. He can tell you're concentrated when your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth a little and your right brow dips in frustration. Sylus notices the way you bite your cheek when you’re confused. He knows the crack in your right canine is from when you fell down the stairs as a kid. He watches you.

He can see the way your shoulders droop when you're tired. He has watched the way your eyes glaze over in dullness when you've pushed yourself over the limit. He can pick out the mist in your gaze when you reminisce or when you're about to cry. He sees the way you bite your tongue when you're teetering on the edge of an emotional break.

He sees you.

Sylus recognizes the sounds of your steps on the hardwood floor. He listens eagerly for the tip tap of your steady gait and the clink of your boots on the marble tile. He awaits that lilt in your pitch and quickened pace of speech when you're excited. He's counted the sighs you've let slip in meetings that bore you. (The record was 102 in a singular meeting). He can hear you in the night when you can't sleep—the way you pace exactly seven steps up and down the hallway. He can hear the wheeze of your winded laugh when the twins do something dumb. He can hear your shared giggles with Miss Hunter when you two joyfully conspire against him. He hears the hushed whispers you speak to the sky when you think you're alone.

He's heard your growls of frustration when you train. He's heard you scream in both elation and pain. He knows the gentle lullaby you sing to the moon when you grow tired of pacing the house (After about 9 times of pacing or 63 steps). He's listened to your little sniffles and sobs when the weight of the dark feels too heavy for you. He knows of the little pleas and wishes you've sent to the flowers during the little off time you receive.

He hears you.

In the pungent odors of the N109, he can pick out the notes of your signature fragrance like a dog to a bone. A comforting undertone for him and a captivating essence for others. It is the smell of freshly cooked food, and the redolence of neatly trimmed flowers that you purchase weekly from the shop right outside the horrendous zone he calls home. He can detect the hints of lavender and vanilla from your shampoo and the jasmine from your body wash. He can smell the steaming cinnamon from your famous hot drinks you make when it gets cold out.

Sylus can smell the blood that oozes from the wounds you hide from him. He can scent the track of soil and grass after you've had a long day of work. He knows of the bleach and chemicals on your hands when you've finished deep cleaning or disposing of who knows what.

He could pick you out of a crowd from your smell alone.

He knows how you've been built up. He knows the cautious way you move, almost as if you don't want to leave a trace of your existence behind. He can feel the tight grip of your handshake when you establish yourself in cases of business. Sylus can feel the way you linger in his shadow most of the time. It's like a phantom—the barely there wisp of your breath against his shoulder. He can feel the weight of you when you unconsciously lean against him when it's been a particularly long day. It's the quick and calculated strikes of your fist against his shoulders, chest, and stomach when you train together. He can feel the raw power behind each punch, and yet when he's injured... you caress him as if he's glass (one of the only times you intentionally touch him).

He can feel your chipped nails when your hand accidentally brushes his as you walk down the street. It's the way he knows it's because of all the work you do for him. It's the tickle of your hair against his neck when you hug him—a very rare occasion. Sylus notices the way you treat each of his possessions with care as if you're the one who crafted them. It's how you so tenderly work maintenance on Mephisto—oiling his gears and tweaking his mechanics so gently as if he were a real bird. It's in the way you jump slightly when he places his hands on your shoulders. He can feel the chill of the goosebumps that run up your skin when he touches you in a little less than professional manner. He knows the way your shoulders shake when you finally let yourself cry from that one time he caught you. He can feel the way your lashes flutter against his neck when you let him a little closer than necessary to help you with the pendant around your neck. You keep him at arm's length and yet when you touch him, it never fails to make an impression. Your touch is as brief and light as a feather and yet as scorching as the brightest fire.

Your touch lingers in the back of his mind.

He can taste the baked bread the two of you shared at that quaint bakery near the flower shop. He can almost taste your ambition. As much as he'd love to, he can't call it greed. It's pure dedication, and he can taste it. He can taste the sweat that runs down his face when he's racing you. On occasion, he can taste the bitter acid and iron tang of blood when you spar your hardest. He can taste it when you come back proud of a completed business excursion for him. And he can almost taste the salt from your tears when you cry. He tastes your sadness, and he wishes he could lap it up.

He wishes he could get a lick of your happiness too. He can almost taste the mint from the gum you chew every day. He can imagine the cherry from the chapstick you apply religiously. He wishes you would let him kiss you. When he leans a little too close he swears he can taste the syrup of your skin. You are the most refreshing stream—like that of the purest mountain glacier, and he wishes you would let him climb.

He could only imagine what it would be like to taste you.

After a decade of confidence, Sylus is sure of you. He understands almost every part of you. He has mapped you out and traced you like you are his most walked path. He knows you like he knows his own skin—the very back of his hand. Truly, if Sylus has learned anything, known anything, loved anything—it's you.

[astonmartinii]

fresh out the slammer [guilty as sin part five] | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x sainz!reader

no court cases, no ferrari PR jail... i'm sure nothing will happen, right?

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f1

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f1: THERE IT IS!!! The 2025 grid is set with Ollie Bearman at Haas, Franco Colapinto at Williams and Pepe Marti at Sauber.

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user317: HOLY SHIT

user318: i hate to celebrate someone losing their job in this economy but FUCK THAT MAN WOO HOO WELCOME TO UNEMPLOYMENT CARLOS SAINZ

olliebearman: can't wait to get started (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

user319: when are you going to recruit pepe and kimi to the leclerc family agenda

pepemarti: y/n has been my celeb crush since i was like 13 (sorry charles) so trust me idc about the spanish guy

olliebearman: he fully doesn't play about y/n, he even tries to read poetry (key word being tries)

pepemarti: you can shame me all you like but i think y/n would appreciate the effort

yourusername: you would be correct !

pepemarti: OMG ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

charles_leclerc: i'll take you in if you promise you're over your crush on y/n, it would be very inappropriate

pepemarti: I AM I SWEAR

user320: i know carlos gotta be sick seeing the spanish youngster freak out more about his sister

yourusername: i fear he has bigger fish to fry right now

user321: @carlossainz55 BOO! did i scare you? i'm a job application

user322: being on the internet as a sainz fan gotta be torture at this point

user323: former delusional carlando fan here! he brought this upon himself lol

maxverstappen1: evil may be conquered but these three and kimi look like prime candidates to join the united front of hating

yourusername: we gotta get them started while they're young

charles_leclerc: i fear we don't have enough room in the house for all these kids

francocolapinto: do we really need the aussie?

oscarpiastri: i was here before you ???

yourusername: we can get bunkbeds?

olliebearman: does leo really need him own room

charles_leclerc: WATCH THAT TONE

kimiantonelli: i'm quite small if that helps

yourusername: looks like we have a new favourite

pepemarti: ????????

user324: see? carlos loses his job and suddenly all is good in f1 again... coincidence? i think not.

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yourusername: and the pieces all fall into place ...

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user326: this is a level of motherism we have yet to see in f1

user327: and mother in a literal sense these ones take her up to like five grid kids and one dog

maxverstappen1: don't erase her cat godson and goddaughter

yourusername: leo is almost fully cat trained ( ≧ᗜ≦)

albonpets: do not even think of coming for our brand

yourusername: which one am i talking to?

albonpets: HORSEY

yourusername: ... okay then

charles_leclerc: seriously?

yourusername: i'm not going to fight a (my favourite) albon cat charles, i may have the sainz last name but i'm NOT carlos

charles_leclerc: it'll be leclerc before you know it

yourusername: (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

user328: no because at this point i can fully picture carlos having an argument with a cat

albonpets: we're down to tussle for y/n

user329: i'm dying, carlos lost so bad ALBON PETS ARE SHADING HIM

user330: guys are we ready for monza tho? y/n and charles fully back, the united front of hating back, italy don't play about charles... carlos girl i'd sit this one out it doesn't even matter that you're driving the red car

maxverstappen1: at least it won't be me being booed for once

carlossainz55: i'm not a bitch. if people want to boo me they'll only expose themselves as sheep

oscarpiastri: BAAAA

olliebearman: BAAAA

francocolapinto: BAAAA

kimiantonelli: BAAAA

pepemarti: BAAAA

charles_leclerc: parenthood is so precious

carlossainz55: you think i care that these little runts like you guys? they'll be out the sport faster than your other little pet american

logansargeant: at least i'm pretty

francocolapinto: sorry i can't hear you over my williams seat - you really thought that was gonna be yours huh 🤔

user331: obsessed with how carlos has just resorted to name calling because his only 'ammunition' against y/n is that she always wanted to marry charles and didn't want to work

user332: if that's illegal LOCK ME UP BABY

yourusername: they nearly did 😭

user332: oh yeah my bad g

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charles_leclerc: fresh out the slammer

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user333: LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO

francocolapinto: VAMOSSSSSS

user334: this was actually insanely poetic, ferrari i'm still angry at you but thank you for this genius strategy

user335: today you are excused, tomorrow we go back to hating

user336: the north remembers

yourusername: never in doubt starboy - i love you, you deserve this so much

charles_leclerc: i love you more, this win is for you after everything we've been through

yourusername: you're too sweet - it's all you baby and the win is all yours, my prize is being. yours

charles_leclerc: so glad we could have all of our REAL family around us today

yourusername: i love you all ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

oscarpiastri: i guess if there's anyone to lose to here, it would be my grid dad

francocolapinto: if you don't want the P2 i'll gladly take it off of your hands

yourusername: okay babies let's calm down and celebrate that we ALL scored points today

olliebearman: thanks mum and dad

pepemarti: did you guys see my F2 podium (๑>◡<๑)?

charles_leclerc: we did!

yourusername: well done pepe :3

pepemarti: hehehehehehheheheheehehehe

maxverstappen1: oh boy got out of ferrari jail and now we're ALL being subjected to the conjugal visits

charles_leclerc: stay outta my business

maxverstappen1: BROTHER 4 MILLION PEOPLE IN YOUR BUSINESS

yourusername: and four million people know my man is off limits

yourusername: @carlossainz55 stop paying instagram models to flirt with my man

charles_leclerc: @carlossainz55 what money are you using for this i had to close my DMs

user337: HE'S PAYING INSTAGRAM MODELS TO TRY AND FLIRT WITH CHARLES THE VERY GUY WHO HAD HIS CHILDHOOD RIVAL DELIVER LOVE LETTERS WHEN HIS PHONE WAS TAKEN ???

oscarpiastri: we never said carlos was smart

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f1tea: the ramifications of the sainz civil war may be a lot worse than previously feared. carlos sainz does not have a seat for the 2025 f1 season and doesn't look like he'll be chosen for a reserve role either with bridges with red bull firmly burnt. however, one of the biggest effects of this 'war' has been on those who still choose to associate with carlos. it's been reported that mclaren have had to turn down a number of sponsors after they asked that it is only run on oscar's car and that lando norris is not seen with the brand. do you think we'll see lando jump ship from carlos or will mclaren become a safehaven for sainz?

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user341: mclaren? a safe haven for carlos sainz? the same mclaren that houses the first child of y/n and charles? i'd like to see them try

user342: finally the carlando PR spin is dead

user343: they way they both thought that was their ultimate get out of jail free card and now it's like incriminating

user344: isn't this all getting a little petty now? like y/n and charles are together and carlos doesn't have a seat? what's the point of keeping all of this drama going?

user345: tbf this 'drama' was never going away the moment they exposed themselves for trying to use their daughter/sister as bait to further carlos' career

user346: if that wasn't downright criminal then unlawfully suing your daughter/sister for everything she rightfully earnt WAS

user347: yeah just because 55 fans and the sainzs themselves want to bury that loss doesn't mean it's not like one of the first things that come up when. you google carlos - of course sponsors are not gonna want ANYTHING to do with that

user348: poor lando getting caught in the petty crossfire

user349: i mean he was shit slinging at y/n after austria and that girl has levels of voodoo only taylor swift can better

user350: he's also a grown man who has seen this all go down behind the scenes so he's made his bed and has to lie in it

user351: the way the sponsors are just piling up for charles as well karma really is doing a number right now

user352: his charm is so universal that oscar is becoming one of the most marketable drivers as well

user353: no but as someone who was on the ground at monza, it's BAD like people were wearing their sainz merch with the 55 or spanish flag covered up

user354: oh he got them acting like middle aged football fans it's BAD

user355: at least they haven't started burning stuff yet

user356: if he takes out charles i fear it won't take long

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yourusername: my new poetry and letter collection, the alchemy, is out today and you guys already made it a new york times bestseller. my heart is so full! the last couple months made me feel like i would never get to love so thank you for showing me that everything is possible x

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user357: ma'am i am in love with you

user358: get in line buddy

charles_leclerc: i will run all of you over

maxverstappen1: thank you for the dedication, it was a traumatic time for us all

yourusername: you simply could've not read my private letters to my lover?

maxverstappen1: and where's the fun in that?

yourusername: a pigeon wouldn't have done this to me...

maxverstappen1: yeah well a pigeon also hasn't been your best friend for years and doesn't have a couch and cats to comfort you

yourusername: you make a good point

user359: she's really out here making me believe in love

charles_leclerc: the most talented woman in the world, i'm blessed to be on the receiving end of such words

yourusername: writing is so much easier with a muse like you

charles_leclerc: you're making me blush

user360: sure if my boyfriend was a greek god i'd also write good poetry

charles_leclerc: no you couldn't, not like her

yourusername: (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

lewishamilton: congratulations y/n, what an achievement! however, i do think the real achievement here is getting this grid to read a book

georgerussell63: excuse me?

alexalbon: ... you got me but i wanted the tea ☕️

charles_leclerc: APPRECIATE THE POETRY PEOPLE

alexalbon: funny how the letters were back and forth... but none of yours made it to the book

yourusername: ALEX :(

charles_leclerc: i didn't want my sad ramblings to drag down her shine - i thought you would get that seeing how bad you are at golf compared to lily

lilymunhe: oop.

user361: where are the children

yourusername: eating my cake :(

maxverstappen1: they're actually being really cute and are all sat in a circle reading it (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

charles_leclerc: gotta make sure they can read none of us finished school

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f1: LAST LAP SHUNT! Carlos Sainz takes Max Verstappen out in baku and the two did not mince their words on the radio

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user363: not to be dramatic but that's lowkey attempted murder

user364: at this point carlos is trying to ACTUALLY recreate that list of crimes meme

user365: let's get his ass in JAIL then

oscarpiastri: if i speak i'm in big trouble

carlossainz55: speak it big man - if you wanna act like a big guy back it up

oscarpiastri: okay you are a narcissistic misogynist who can't bear being told no. you are a talented man but without your name you would be nowhere but you lack the selfawareness to be grateful for where you are which is why you don't have a job. you are reckless and dangerous and the very few friends you have will drop you when you no longer serve a purpose in f1

user366: oh shit babe came out swinging

oscarpiastri: i'm hearing a lot of CRICKETS?

oscarpiastri: exactly - pussy.

user367: thank you franco colapinto for bringing back drivers with zero media training

user368: once again i am asking for proximity chat in f1

user369: the sweet souls on twitter would NOT be able to handle it

yourusername: bro tried to assassinate my best friend but i'm the problem

carlossainz55: stop being so dramatic, if anyone was to purposely hurt someone it would be max - look where he came from

yourusername: first of all FUCK YOU

yourusername: second of all, max is stronger than you ever will be, how dare you try and use his childhood against him when you know he's nothing but a gentle soul

yourusername: thirdly, by this logic the reason i'm such a 'gold-digging back-stabbing whore' is because of YOU GUYS

user370: i am absolutely losing it at the fact that carlos is furiously typing these at the fia HQ

user371: i know his PR officer is TIRED

francocolapinto: sorry our uncle got sniped but we did also get points @olliebearman

olliebearman: JUST TO SAY WE WENT TO SEE MAX AND HE IS OKAY BUT YES THANK YOU FOR THE POINTS

yourusername: guys lets keep the inside thoughts inside

francocolapinto: so you're not proud of us (╹ -╹)?

yourusername: I AM, I AM, WE ARE (charles is on the podium he'll tell you later)

francocolapinto: ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

olliebearman: ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

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maxverstappen1: i lived bitch

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user372: they're gonna have to do a little more than that to take down the united front of hating

user373: 50g can't stop the grind for these dudes

maxverstappen1: i would call that man a bitch with my last breath

user374: them celebrating the end of carlos' career by doing a mukbang is killing me

user375: when the funeral food be good as fuck you be forgetting who died

carlossainz55: you guys really are so pathetic

maxverstappen1: i didn't try to pimp out my sister, make her homeless then sue her but that might just me be

maxverstappen1: also the data will prove what we all know btw

carlossainz55: that you're reckless just like your daddy?

maxverstappen1: at least i can admit my dad is an asshole and i distanced myself, your dad is just as much a bitch but you gotta parade him around because no one else can bear being around you

carlossainz55: the only bad thing my dad ever did in his life is help bring the spawn of satan into the world

maxverstappen1: whatever, enjoy your race ban bozo

user376: is max suggesting ... it was on purpose

user377: if it was carlos might just be as dumb as they all say because fool was about to get a podium

yourusername: THEY CAN'T GET RID OF US BITCH

maxverstappen1: you're a sick motherfucker if you're enjoying this sainz disasterclass well i only just got out of the medical centre 🤧🤧🤧

charles_leclerc: no but deadass we're sorry you got taken out

maxverstappen1: someone had to be the mercutio to you people's romeo and juliet

maxverstappen1: PLEASE DO NOT KILL YOURSELVES AFTER I'VE GONE THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT FOR YOU

yourusername: we can't leave you with all these kids

charles_leclerc: yeah that's a lot of kids to inherit

user378: christian horner i hate you but you gotta get on your zoom

oscarpiastri: where's my congratulations 🤨

maxverstappen1: @yourusername @charles_leclerc yeah you can keep your kids

charles_leclerc: we're proud of you oscar (don't beat me again)

yourusername: well done oscar (your verbal takedown was particularly impressive as well)

oscarpiastri: 🤭🤭🤭

fin

note: lol i'm back. i was busy with work and then in hospital. but we all love guilty as sin? will get to tagging soon one sec

[homeofthelonelywriter]

gamer!Ghost x f!gamer!reader | Previous Part

This was a bad idea. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as you stood in front of the train station and waited for any sign of Simon. Your train had arrived early, and you messaged him as soon as you realized that, but he had yet to show up. Part of you was starting to worry if he was pranking you. Maybe even filming you for a video. But when a motorbike came to a stop right in front of you, you knew that he wasn’t pranking you. You smiled as he got off and walked over to you with confidence. He stopped right in front of you, his hands settling on your hip as if it were the most natural thing to do.

“’ello, love.” You couldn’t help but grin up at him. “Hey, Si.” He still had his helmet on, but the visor was up, so you could see the crinkling skin around his eyes as he smiled. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Still grinning, you nodded, linking your fingers with his as he caught your hand to lead you back to his bike. There, he pulled an extra helmet out of thin air. “Ever had one on?” You quickly shook your head no, but Simon just smiled.

“Okay, look up for me.” As if to emphasize his point, he placed his pointer finger under your chin and tilted your head back. With ease, he slid the helmet over your head and got to work, closing the buckle and making sure everything fit well. You felt like one of those girls in the TikToks you saw sometimes, feeling yourself blush underneath the helmet.

Once Simon was happy with everything, he gently bonked his head against yours before closing your visor. He then showed you how to get on and how to act while riding. “Sorry, I wanted to pick you up with my truck, but getting it through traffic would’ve been a nightmare, and I didn’t want to leave you waiting any longer.” You smiled as he helped you swing your leg over the machine, before settling your arms around his waist. “All good, Si. Just glad you’re here.” He looked over his shoulder at you, and gently padded your hand, before starting the bike. The vibrations scared you for a second, but adrenaline quickly filled your veins, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Hold on, yeah?” I nodded against his back, and then we took off.

Riding was…exhilarating. The wind in your hair, the blurring of cars and buildings around you. And Simon, right there, right underneath your hands. You couldn’t help but move them around from time to time, grabbing his muscular tits, drumming on the bike in front of him when you were at a red light, et cetera. Sometimes, you even felt Simon chuckle under your hands.

But all too soon, it was over, and you pulled into a driveway. Once the bike was off and Simon had kicked down the stand, he helped you off before following you. “How was it?” You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “Amazing! It was so much fun, I want to do it again!” This got him laughing as he gently tilted your head up again, working on opening the strap, so he could get you free. While he was working, you couldn’t help but hold onto his hoodie, both fists curled up in the material. Simon quickly noticed, but didn’t say anything, instead, he stepped even closer.

Once the strap was open, he pulled your helmet off your head, and only then did you notice that it said your name in small letters on the back. “Is this…?” He glanced at it before shrugging. “Had to get you one. Couldn’t have given you one of the ones my mates use. They stink.” You chuckled and watched as he took his own helmet off, revealing half of his face. Finally, you could see him. And you just smiled at him, so long until he cleared his throat, the tips of his ears slightly red.

“Do I…do I have something on my face?” You chuckled and shook your head. “No…no, sorry. I just…hi.” His eyes betrayed the smile hidden underneath the mask as he looked at you. “Hi, love.” You continued to stare there, just staring and smiling at each other, until the bark of a dog pulled you out of the moment. Only then did you notice the cold wind and start to shiver. “Let’s get you inside, yeah?” You nodded and followed, but only after you had handed your backpack, which had everything you needed to stay with him for a few days, to Simon. “Not gonna let you carry stuff, lovie.” You would be lying if you said you didn’t swoon when he said that.

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A/N: This is a shorter one, sorry about that. I just got started with an immunosuppressive therapy today and also got two shots, so I'm feeling very sleepy, forgive me! I hope you still enjoy it! Also, let me know if you want to be on the perma taglist! Just say if you want all of COD or specific characters. Although I mostly post Ghost.

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[strawb3rryhachi]

“When did you get so sensitive here, Sy?” You purr, embracing him from behind, slowly releasing the clamps so they bite down gingerly on his nipples. His head lolls back, back pressed firmly against the chair he was sat in, crimson eyes locking with yours in sweet, sweet pleasure.

“Kitten— ah— more. Please.” He begs, though it’s comes out as a breathy whine as hands struggle against the flimsy restraints. He knows it’d take less of an effort to break out of them than it does to keep a lid on his self control. Your scent is in the air driving him mad, and that sadistic little glint in your eye makes his cock twitch with glee.

“More what, my love?” You coo, caressing his face softly, fingers dancing on his lips teasingly, “No use in being shy now.”

His jaw goes slack, eyes still boring into yours like a well trained dog as your digits slip past his parted lips, fish hooking the inside of his cheek to open that perfect mouth ever wider.

Tsk-ing at him for his lack of response, too enamored with the way your brow furrows, that hateful little look in your eye when he disobeys as you tug on the chains, the clamps pulling his nipples intoxicatingly taut. Mewling, tears of pleasure beading at the corners of his eyes.

You were like a beautiful little reflection, a relentless conqueror in your own right. Both of you feeding into the others ever growing greed and depravity. An ever evolving cycle of exchanging power.

“Be a good little pet and I’ll give you a reward.” You smile, your eyes wild and alight with a burning fervor to watch the big, bad man in front of you crumble by your hand.

“Touch me more. Please.” It’s hoarse and desperate, the image of you dominating him alone is enough to leave him spurting hot thick cum into his briefs most nights, actually seeing it without cumming on the spot is an intense act of self control.

You hum a small sound of approval, “Show me your tongue, pretty.” You gush, hearts practically forming in your eyes while you watch it loll out, drool cascading off the pointy tip and dripping down his chest.

And he should probably feel more embarrassed, shouldn’t enjoy being called feminine little nicknames as much as he does.

But, he can’t help the precum spilling from the tip of his blushing pink head as you cradle his jaw so mean and rough, craning his neck so his cheek is pressed flush against your plush breasts, nipples all but poking out of the top of your bra. Spitting into his maw so deviously, letting it pour slowly between you and into his eager mouth.

He can’t help the desperate little ‘thank you’s’ falling out of his mouth, especially not when you’re reaching down and finally touching his cock. He’s whimpering, the sweet, minty taste of you burning down his throat as your thumb plugs up his weeping tip.

“Would you like some for your cock as well, honey?” Your breathy whisper on the shell of his ear sends electric shocks down his spine. He’s bucking his hips so hungrily against your touch, only to put more pressure on that all too sensitive tip.

He’s nodding, mouth open but no sound escaping. You consider being cruel, making him use his words or threatening to leave him high and dry for the rest of the night.

It was a very attractive consideration. He’d probably end up rutting against you in bed just to feel some sort of relief, and another cycle of punishment would inevitably begin again.

But, you decided he’d been quite the good boy, he deserved a little grace. For now.

So you did as he so clearly needed, spitting aggressively on his achy head, the sensation making his balls squeeze.

You sauntered to his side, bending down so your clothed pussy was inches away from his face. Your sickly sweet scent invading his senses so meanly. You slowly untied his restraints, freeing both of his hands in minutes instead of seconds.

He looks up at you, eyes wide in anticipation of your next order, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“On your knees, baby.” You lilt, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before stepping back. And he’s always been an exceedingly good listener so, like a good pup, he drops to his knees, dick slapping against heavily his stomach as his shins touch the cool marble.

“Let me see you cum, my love.” You smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of blood rushing glee as you watch his face drop, knowing he thought you’d be the one making him reach a mind melting orgasm. He whimpers, one hand gripping his shaft while the other wraps around his balls, unmoving.

You tut at him, “And to think I was going to let you eat my pussy.” You tease, pulling your panties to the side, displaying that pretty pink clit he so desperately wants to lick at as you use your other hand to spread your lips.

His hand squeezes involuntarily around his shaft, a deranged smile spreading across his beautiful features. “ ‘M ready to be your perch, kitten.”

And god, was the man beautiful. His eyes looking at you so lovingly as he pulled insatiably at his throbbing cock, your saliva squelching and bubbling through the gaps in his fingers, dripping down and coating his balls as he tugged and tugged at them.

“So good f’me, Sy.” You gush, standing on your tip toes to sit your puffy folds on his face, sinking down before gripping his silver locks, making him focus. “No cumming before me now.”

That wouldn’t prove to be too hard, he makes quick work of pulling your clit between his lips, suckling and nibbling on the bundle of nerves, eyes fluttering as they so desperately wanted to close in unadulterated pleasure.

“You taste so good, sweetie. So perfect.” He mewls, palm pulsing as he tries to replicate the last time he felt your plush walls milking and stretching around his cock.

You can’t help but praise him and belittle him, little breaths of “You look so pretty down there.” and “The big, bad leader of Onychinus is such a slut.” between giggles and held back moans.

His head is dizzying as he drinks in your nectar, your sweet slick pooling around the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin as he struggles to collect it all in his crazed devouring. He’s bucking his slutty hips into his hand, releasing his balls to add another hand to his needy, long shaft. Crying fucked out sounds of pleasure into your pussy that serve as another stimulant.

And it’s then you decide to punish him no more. His brow furrowing as he chases and denies his own orgasm. He looked so perfect like this. A man of poise and status reduced to nothing but a begging, achy mess at your beck and call.

He sobbed as you pulled your drooling cunt from him, a stringy mix of slick and saliva the only thing tethering you, but just like a good dog, he continues his assault on his cock.

“No, please. ‘M sorry. I’ll do it better.” He pleads, hungry and yearning for the taste of you. Sometimes you wonder how you could’ve become so twisted as to enjoy this sight, but those thoughts don’t stick around for long.

Not as your pulling your panties the rest of the way off and stuffing them in his mouth. Watching his eyes cross and roll back as you, his one and only angel, his savior, come down to his level, swatting his hands away from his cock and gripping them in your own.

And he thinks this is the end for him, that this was the last reward you were going to bestow upon him. But he’s seeing stars as you hover over him, sliding the precum dribbling from his tip against your cock hungry cunt. All he can do is let out pathetic little cries with a smile.

Your head rolls back, a throaty moan escaping from you as you sink down onto him, taking every girthy inch in one go, needy hole stretching so deliciously around him.

“Oh Sy, I’ve been teasing you so long I forgot how good your cock feels.” You croon, fingers interlocking at the back of his neck. The praise isn’t helping the knot in his stomach that’s struggling to keep from snapping, trying to be oh so good for his precious kitten.

You’re mean too, wholly unfair. Cruel really. Holding him in place so he has to look into your pretty eyes as you tell him how good he is, how you wanted to break him in front of a crowd of people, show everyone who the Boss truly was, a good boy who sucks on panties while you fuck him. The way you tighten your walls around him purposefully in rhythm with every slide down on his cock, was damning him to eternal punishment.

His fingers were creating dents in the floor as he did everything he could to hold himself back, your ass slapping so furiously against his thighs, his balls covered in your cream and slick. He was babbling muffled, incoherent plea’s. Back and forth between begging you to let him cum and sobbing for you to slow down so he didn’t.

His length is prodding so perfectly against that spongey spot inside you, your mind going blank as you gush your release all over him. Like a dam that had broke, pooling on the floor underneath you, beading down his toned abdomen.

A switch inside him flips, the sounds of his pussy drunk moans reverberating in the space between you as he finally cums, his hips lifting to reach as deep inside you as he can, painting every inch of your insides white. His cock is pulsing, his orgasm almost painful as every nerve of his body is being lit on fire. He’s panting, whining, pathetic as his head lolls forward to rest on your shoulder. A myriad of ‘thank you’s falling from his lips.

You find pleasure in the feeling of it gushing out of you, absentmindedly pushing it out to make way for his still hard cock as he’s fucking up into you, that primal part of his brain overtaking him.

You rudely pop off him, letting the remaining mix of arousal pool on that patch of silver on his pelvic bone while he’s still twitching and groaning. You make your way toward the shower, but not before looking over your shoulder to give him one last tease.

“Next time, be prepared for my fingers.”

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hi pookies posting earlier than i was planning hehe(: this one is a lot longer than my previous ones <3 i hope u enjoy my little freaks. HACHI LOVES U FOREVAAAA

xoxo

Hachi

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Pet Pastimes.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Dub/Con, Hybrid AU, Snow Leopard!Gojo, Puppy!Reader, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Degradation, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Reader Is Very Oblivious, and Manipulation.

“And you’re sure this is going to help?”

Satoru had been agitated when Suguru first brought you home – all dolled up in your collar, ecstatic to be led along the very same leash he always strained against. You were more obedient than most of the unruly mutts he knew, always happy enough to sit patiently and wait for your next command, but it would take more than a few weeks of passable behavior to convince Satoru dogs were anything but hyper and messy and so loud, he could hear their mindless barking from a mile away. The fact that you were supposedly here to ‘help’ him (Suguru called you a “service animal”, said most captive-born exotic hybrids had more domestic companions, but Satoru didn’t think you deserved such a pretentious title) didn’t make anything better. Satoru didn’t need help. What he needed was Suguru’s attention, but if he couldn’t have that, he’d settle for yours.

“Oh, I’m sure, puppy.” His fist tightened around the base of his cock. Suguru wasn’t home – just a quick errand, he’d claimed, it should only take a few minutes, as if that was an excuse for leaving his favorite pet and dutiful companion at home – and Satoru barely waited for the apartment door to lock before luring you into the kitchen and telling you to get on your knees while he leaned against the counter, Suguru’s forgotten phone well within reach. Currently, you were kneeling in front of him, your hands balled on your thighs and your gaze almost cross-eyed as you struggled to see what he was holding to your lips. He thought you would’ve had a little more experience, but your first owner must’ve been the sheltering type. Part of him was annoyed that he’d have to pick up the slack and teach you something so basic, but overall, he was pleased to know that it would be a long, long time before you got enough practice in to replace Satoru as Suguru’s favorite playmate. “I’ve just been feeling a little stressed out lately,” he said, drawing it out each word, giving your stupid canine brain time to process what he was saying. “This’ll really help me relax. You wanna help me out, right?”

Automatically, you nodded – your pressed frown instantly replaced with an eager smile. Your ears perked up, your concerns completely forgotten when presented with the chance to do what you’d been trained for. “Please, ‘toru,” you whined, and he fought the urge to cringe at the way Suguru’s nickname sounded coming out of your mouth. “Please let me help!”

It was almost cute, just how desperate you were to make him happy.

Almost.

He forced himself to smile back at you, using one hand to scratch at the base of your ears while the other jerked lazily over his cock. He was already hard, thankfully, and at the added stimulation, the sight of you practically drooling on yourself to get a taste of his cock, he felt himself twitch – thick pearls of arousal beginning to bead at the tip and drip onto your chin. You didn’t seem to care, to notice. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that his was the first cock you’d ever seen. “Can you open your mouth for me? Big n’ wide, just like I showed you.”

Like the trained dog you were, you obeyed immediately – letting your mouth fall open and looking up at him with the same bright, expectant eyes that must’ve won Suguru over, when he first picked you up. His hips wanted to buck forward, to bury him to the hilt in your newly available hole, but he held himself back, told himself he had to ease you into it no matter how little you’d done to earn his oh so generously given kindness. In the end, he settled for swiping his thumb over the flushed tip before resting it gingerly on your splayed-out tongue. It only took a second for you to stiffen, to jerk back. You didn’t cough or sputter, but your mouth snapped shut, your expression taking on a certain unease. Satoru fought the urge to bare his teeth. “Is something wrong, puppy?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—” You closed your mouth, looking away. “It tasted weird. It was bitter, n’ stuff.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Look, if you still don’t think you can handle this, I can just tell Suguru you decided you’d rather go back to the pound—”

“Please don’t!” Your hands shot to his thighs. “I’ll be good, I promise, and I can’t— I don’t want to go back to the—”

“Then open your mouth.” After a second, you straightened, your lips parting and your jaw going slack. Still, he feigned reluctance, narrowing his eyes into a half-hearted glare as he raked his fingers through your hair and tugged half-heartedly, just hard enough to draw out a strained whimper. “And this time, don’t fuck everything up just because it ‘tastes weird’. If you do that again, I’ll have to tell Suguru you were being a bad dog.”

Your ears drooped, your tail falling slack against the tiled floor. Still, you managed not to jerk back as he slid his cock into your open mouth, slotting his tip against the velvety inside of your cheek. He could see you wince, your shoulders rising as you fought the urge to pull away, but even if you’d tried, the fingers knotted in your hair would’ve kept you rooted to the floor as he rolled his hips and thrust shallowly into the hollow of your cheek. Your tongue was smooth compared to his and wide compared to Suguru’s, and he could tell you were fighting not to move, not to explore the unknown factor trespassing inside of you. With a slight hum, he took pity on you – hazy lust having softened his previous annoyance. “It’s okay, puppy – you can lick, if you want to.” There was a moment of hesitation, then the broad flat against your tongue against the underside of his cock, tracing the shape of a prominent vein Suguru tended to favor, too. He shuddered, but told himself it was only out of reflex. You got lucky, that was all. “Mind your teeth. I’m takin’ you back to the shelter myself if you bite down.”

You tried to nod, but gave up quickly. Instead, your acknowledgment came in the form of your tongue curling around his tip, licking at the arousal dripping down his shaft, doing your best to lap at the shaft of his cock despite the awkward angle. Saliva and pre-cum pooled in the corners of your mouth, but you didn’t dare tilt your head back, didn’t dare swallow - keeping your mouth wide open as he drew back just far enough to pull out of your cheek and aim, instead, towards the back of your throat. You flinched, your dull nails scraping against his thighs, but it was easy to drown out the dull spark of pain as your tight throat fluttered and tightened around his cock, as the hand still wrapped around his base fell away in favor of joining its twin on the back of your skull and pulling you flush against his crotch. This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from reacting – your body lurching against his legs as you gagged, as you tried to wretch yourself out of his hold, but he was too far gone to so much as consider letting you go. “Stupid mutt,” he mumbled, cupping the back of your skull while you fought not to suffocate on his length. “Don’t even know how to breathe right. Can’t do anything on your own, huh, can you?”

Your only response was a choked inhale, a string of incoherent gibberish half-muffled by his cock. Drool wasn’t the only thing dripping down your face, now – tears were rolling down your cheeks, fat and hot, drawing thick trails through the mess of cum and spit. Your tongue wasn’t moving, anymore, but he didn’t care – your mouth was warm and soft and fuckable enough to make up for your lack of skill. You were beating at his legs, too, your little hands made even smaller when compared to him, and for a second, he could be convinced that you were a little cute. Not cute enough to deserve as much of Suguru’s attention as you got, obviously, but cute.

His cock pulsed against the convulsing walls of your throat, and he cursed under his breath. You let out a pained whine as he drew back, pulling out of you entirely. Without his support, you threatened to buckle over, to collapse into yourself, but he held you up with one hand while the other pumped over his cock too quickly, too roughly not to tip him over the edge. It was all you could do to stare up at him with those big, watery eyes as he let out an airy moan, as he painted thick ropes of white across your messy face, as he left you stained and teary-eyed and covered with his cum.

You blinked once, then twice, but didn’t react, too out of it to complain or cry out or question why his lips quirked up into a small grin, his eyes taking on a dreamy, half-lidded sort of lull. “Good puppy,” he cooed, his heart skipping a beat as he heard your formerly stagnant tail begin to sweep lazily over the tile floor. He reached for Suguru’s phone as he went on, keeping his tone light, delicate. “Can you smile for me, too? A big, wide smile – to show how happy you are that you get to stay with me n’ Suguru.”

It took a second, but eventually, you managed a stilted nod. It was shaky, at first, more of a mangled frown than anything, but with a little love and patience, you found your footing, your lips splitting apart into a wide, beaming smile – as if you were the happiest, most pathetic puppy in the world.

God.

You were fucking adorable.

Your smile barely faltered as the camera shuttered, as Satoru’s hand fell back to your head and pet over your disheveled hair – a treat for his well-behaved mutt. He could feel you melting into his palm, but his eyes were fixed on his picture of your smiling face and, with a few taps of his thumb, Suguru’s shiny new lockscreen.

Maybe, once Suguru got a good look at your pretty face, he’d think twice before deciding to be such a neglectful owner again.

[becomingthatgirl111]

How to Start Working Out (Even If You’ve Never Trained Before)

Starting your fitness journey can feel overwhelming—especially if you’re not sure what to do, where to go, or even what to wear. I know that feeling so well because I’ve been there too. Whether you’re planning to hit the gym or work out at home, I’ve created this simple, beginner-friendly guide to help you get started the right way, without stress and without pressure.

Why You Don’t Need to Be “Fit” to Start

Let me remind you: you don’t need to be fit to start—starting is what makes you fit. What matters most is consistency, not perfection. Whether you want to build strength, feel more energized, or simply take care of yourself, working out is one of the best gifts you can give to your body and mind.

Gym vs. Home Workouts – Which One Is Better?

The answer is: the one you’ll stick to.

• The gym can give you access to more equipment and a motivating environment.

• At home, you save time, feel more comfortable, and need minimal space or tools.

Both are valid, and you can switch between them depending on your mood, schedule, or goals.

Beginner Full-Body Workout (No Equipment Needed)

Here’s a simple full-body workout you can do at home or at the gym. You can repeat this 3 times a week to start building strength and stamina:

Warm-Up (5 minutes):

• Arm circles – 1 min

• Jumping jacks – 1 min

• Bodyweight squats – 1 min

• Hip openers – 1 min

• Neck & shoulder rolls – 1 min

Full Body Routine (Repeat 2–3 rounds):

• 12 squats

• 10 push-ups (knee or full)

• 15 glute bridges

• 12 lunges (each leg)

• 30-second plank

• 15 bird dogs (core + balance)

✨ If you’re in the gym, you can do the same routine but using dumbbells for squats and lunges, and machines if you prefer. Don’t be afraid to ask for help—everyone was a beginner once!

Tips to Stay Consistent

• Don’t wait to feel motivated—create a routine and show up for yourself.

• Wear an outfit that makes you feel confident.

• Follow fitness creators or playlists that inspire you.

• Track your progress (even just writing “I moved today” counts!).

• Celebrate small wins like completing your weekly workouts or feeling more energy.

Want More Routines Like This?

If this post helped you and you’d like more beginner-friendly guides, let me know in the comments or send me a DM/message. I love connecting with you and would be so happy to create more full-body or targeted workouts (legs, arms, abs… whatever you need!).

💌 You can always message me if you need a little extra help or motivation.

Would You Like a Website Where You Can Find All the Blog Content (and More)?

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Would you find that helpful? Let me know below! 👇🏼

Your opinion really helps me grow this community and support you better. 🌱💖

Let’s become our strongest, healthiest, most confident selves—one workout at a time. You’ve got this! 💪🏼✨

[punkkture]

hi! i love you blog!

your puppy hybird fic was so good, i literally can’t stop drooling over it! begging for part twoo please!! 💗

price x f!reader x simon

pt. ⁰⁰₁ - pt ⁰⁰₂

word count: 6.2k

dead dove warning: hybrid!reader, owner!simon, ddlg, john + simon really do treat you like a dog.

— it felt lonely in the cage. your skin pressed up against the cold metal as tears glistened your cheeks. the room filled with nothing but gentle sniffles and the sound of metal clinking together - your little collar and the lock in the crate. your puffy tail being the only thing to cover your body, soft fur acting as a featherlight hug.

the incoming heat didn’t help. a tangle of cold sweat and hot flashes, jittery fingers and itchy fangs. thankfully, the cramps weren’t bad yet. but your heart just felt so empty. did simon mean it? did he really want to get rid rid of me or even get me sterilized? he called me a bad dog.

repeating in your head like some sick mantra as his angry tone still bounced off the walls in the bedroom. you sniffled, wiping your wet nose as the door opened.

it wasn't just simon this time, it was john too. the tip of your tail wagging just the smallest amount. your eyes were trained on simon, but he couldn't care to look at you right now, instead grabbing one of his duffle bags and going to the closet.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion behind the metal crate, getting up to watch him disappear into the walk-in. john though, came over over to kneel down in front of you.

"hey sweetpea . . . you had a pretty good bite, yeah?" his voice was gentle and didn't carry any of the harshness simon's did. "'s alright, know you didnt mean it" he scratched at your scalp from between the metal.

you leaned in to his soft scratches and caught a glimpse of simon going from the closet to the bathroom. still just focused on what he was doing. was he going somewhere? are we going somewhere?

just such a curious little thing.

john continued to itch behind your ears and the top of your head until simon was done and came back over. he did look less mad, but he still held a lot of animosity in his scent. he grabbed the key and unlocked the crate.

"you . . are going to stay with price for a while, mkay?" simon said while pulling you out of the spot you were in. picking you up as he handed john the duffle bag. you looked at john with big wet eyes as simon held you. your face just peeking over his shoulder.

his words didn't really register. you were just happy to be back in simon's arms. your nose prodding at his neck and sniffing up his scent. your legs tightened around his waist, your heat just getting worse.

"what?" you mumbled quietly as your form bounced with simon's big steps down the stairs.

"you're going to stay with john for a little bit. until this heat is over." he says again, his tone blunt.

your eyebrows furrowed, ears perking up in curiosity to look at your owners face. but he didn't look down at you. just grabbed your coat by the door before walking out. confusion eating away at you as you were placed into a truck that didn't smell like what you were used to.

"b-but" you stuttered uselessly as he buckled you in. simon gave a soft pat to your cheek. "be good . . . don't embarrass me." was all he left you with, a soft kiss on your face before he closed the door.

you whined gently. looking out the window as john and simon exchanged a few words. you couldn't make out anything. and that scared you. your whines got more persistent as you watched simon walk back inside the house. you were never far from him. the anxiety was tearing you in half right now.

john opened the drivers side door, setting your bag and coat into the backseat.

"where's simon? where are we going? why isn't he coming?" you whimpered desperately, your chest staring to heave in little nervous pants as your tail puffed up.

the truck didn't have simon's smell. the cigarettes weren't his.

he started the truck and gave you another gentle scratch behind your alert ears. "he's just bein' a little stubborn right now darlin'. youre gonna stay with me for a couple days."

and no matter how many times someone said it to you, it still made no sense. what if he never came back to pick you up? what if you were stuck away from him, forever?

your whimpers turned into little petulant cries of anxiety as the truck drove away from the house you were always used to. warm tears falling down your cheeks while the night got even darker.

the night was cold and crisp. price's ranch was located a little ways outside of the town simon and you lived in. the drive was quiet and peaceful, aside from your twitched whimpers and cries. it felt like the darkness of the night closed in around you.

after a short while, the truck turned off the main road and down a gravely side path. his houses warm lights spilling out into the night like a hopeful beacon.

you let out a choked sob, looking around as panic filled your body. you wanted simon, you wanted to be at home with simon.

price turned off the engine. stepping out and stretching with a soft crack. he approached the passenger side and gently opened the door for you. "c'mon sweetie. simon wanted you to stay here for a bit." his voice comforting as he outstretched a hand for you.

you stayed in the truck. tail curled around yourself. still too timid to get out. "why? what did i do? is he that mad at me?"

he felt bad for you. he could see how scared you were. he let out a weary sigh, closing his eyes before speaking. "you didnt do anything wrong," he reassured.

leaning against his truck as he tried to coerce you out. "you know simon well enough to know he never gets mad without reason. but he's got his reasons, and its not somethin' you did. you've been a good girl, okay?"

he took one more deep breath as you looked at him with big wet eyes. "come here darlin'. lemme help you out." he patiently waited.

the night air was quiet, save for the sound of bugs chirping and trees rustling. it was a peaceful night. a gentle breeze that teased against your hair. he was willing to bear with your tears and panicked energy, knowing it was just a bad mix of your heat and attachment to simon.

you finally found enough courage to climb out of the truck and into john's arms. a soft sniffle leaving your lips while your tail wrapped around your body.

he guided you to comfortably rest in his arms while he moved to grab your things. "there you go . . . youre safe with me, alright?" he murmured, trying to soothe the tension in your body. he could feel your body continue to shudder with tears and little choked sobs. just a little puppy that missed her owner.

and it was hard for you to comprehend. why would he let you out of his sight? he promised to never let you out of his sight. your body was wracked with emotions and john could feel it. trying to ease your heart with gentle touches and soft words.

"i know it's scary right now, but you're not gonna be alone. i promise."

he carried you into his house, it was a cozy home, but you didnt feel comfortable in a space that wasn't your own. you wanted to go back home. the pictures on the wall weren't of you and simon and there wasn't a dog toy at the turn of every corner. the scent of wood, leather, and cigarettes hung in the air, giving some comfort to how simon smelled.

as he brought you further into the house, he set down your bag. taking a seat on the couch and settling you into his lap. john looked down at your trembling form. his eyes meeting yours and he could feel your unease. he wrapped a comforting arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

"you're not in a strange place, sweets. you are right where your owner asked me to take you. i promise you're gonna be okay." a gentle kiss placed on your forehead. his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "and i sure as hell ain't gonna let somethin' bad happen to ya' while you're in my care."

you appreciated his soothing techniques. but you missed simon. and you were clear to let that be known. “i miss simon” you sniffled and cried with soft tears.

his expression softened. he knew your attachment to him was strong. "i know darlin'. but sometimes our loved ones have to take a break. i know it's hard but it's not forever." he continued to hold you tight.

he gently tilted his head, resting it against yours as your soft ears folded against his cheek. his gaze fixed on a framed picture of him and simon taken several years before.

"simon loves you an' i know he'll let you come home when he's done whatever he's doin'. just hang in there sweetheart. ain't much longer and you'll be back with him where ya' belong." he crooned sweetly. his hand rubbing soft circles on your back.

you just continued to sniffle quietly. his words helped to slow your tears. after a few moments of comfortable silence, he spoke up to you again.

"you want me to get you somethin' to eat? or anything to drink?" he asked with a soft voice. you blinked through heavy tears that clung to your thick lashes.

“i don’t know” you whimpered sadly. everything felt so incomplete without your owner.

price stifled a little chuckle. you were such a soft and sweet thing. how could simon ever be mad at a little angel like this. "you want somethin' sweet or somethin' salty?"

that piqued your interest. simon never let you have sweets past 7 o’clock. “s-sweet” you sniffled.

he nodded in acknowledgment. he gave you one more squeeze before carefully placing you on the couch next to him. "i won't be gone long." he reassured while walking to the kitchen.

you looked around the living room. it was much different than the walls you saw every day. his home was a blend of rugged toughness and soft charm. it would be inviting if you weren’t here under such circumstances.

from the other room, you could hear the sound of clinking silverware as price prepared a sweet treat. the sounds came to a halt when he walked back in with a plate of sweets and a glass of water in the other.

"here we are," he said, setting the items down on the coffee table. "help yourself sweetpea, take as much as you want, no guilt attached." his voice a tender rumble.

his home was starting to become more comforting as the minutes passed. the faint scent of simon clinging to your clothes gave you a sense of ease- and, the cookies looked yummy. picking one up and picking at it timidly. almost like simon would come out of nowhere and scold you for eating sweets well passed your bed time.

john saw the anxiety rippling through your body. he had to know the heat didn’t help either. he leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. "you like it?"

you nodded softly. simon always taught you to be polite. “thank you.” you muffled gently. your tail curling in around yourself, twitching as the heat got worse.

his eyes flicked to your tail. watching how it writhed and squirmed. a clear sign of your predicament. his body angled towards you. voice lower, quieter, a hint of concern lacing his words. “you alright, sweetheart? is the heat makin’ you uncomfortable? i can get you somethin’ to ease it if you want.”

that idea didn’t sound bad. especially if he had more cookies like this. “like what?” you asked quietly.

he knew simon would want him to help you through it. to keep his pretty puppy happy and pain free. his eyes remained fixed on you. “there’s a cold rag i could press on ya’ or a cold bath, anything that works for you.”

simon always gave you such sweet baths when you were in heat. that idea sounded nice. so you let him know. “a bath.” you squeaked gently.

john could pick up on the faint sense of longing in your voice. he watched you for a moment, eating the sweet cookie. “bath it is then” he said with a soft voice, reaching an arm out for you. grabbing your bag after connecting with your hand.

you followed him upstairs to his bathroom. snagging a couple cookies before walking behind him. the action seemingly a silent plea for comfort amidst the heat. the hardwood floor echoing behind both of you.

“go on and get settled in, i’ll get started on the bath for you.” his voice kind and gentle.

for the first couple seconds, you kind of just blinked at him. nervous to get undressed in front of someone who wasn’t simon. he noticed. and he understood the unease. but he wanted to reassure you he was just here to help.

he maintained a soft, reassuring smile, his eyes meeting yours. “you don’t gotta worry, sweetpea. i won’t be lookin’ while you’re gettin’ undressed.” he gave you a moment to process his words. turning his gaze to the faucet, his back towards you.

you set the cookies down on the sink counter. staring to pull off your clothes. a little less self conscious now that his dark eyes weren’t staring at you.

the next sound was the water sloshing. your naked form stepping into the warm and perfectly temped bath. the gentle splash a testament to your bare figure entering the water. he tried to remain focused on the faucet, but he couldn’t help but steal one last glance in your direction. his protective instincts were starting to simmer knowing there was an omega in his care.

your long hair covered your decency in the water. looking like an angelic siren that was home in the liquid. it kept you modest enough. he was glad you were comfortable under the veil of your hair.

he handed you another cookie, rolling up his sleeves as he brushed through the bag. hoping simon packed some soaps or something. eventually, he thinks he found it. cheeky bastard packed his own soap, wanting to make sure his omega was still marked as his.

he was just glad he didn’t have to use his own on you. “you’re goin’ through cookies like i go through tea,” he teased softly. dipping his hand into the water to wet the soap.

you were mindless to anything going on outside of your own mind. just gently mumbling the next words. “do you think simon’s mad at me?”

john had heard how simon yelled at you earlier. and it made his heart pound. you were such a precious little thing. didn’t deserve any harsh words that came your way. he shook his head slightly, moving your hair so he could wash your back.

“sweetheart, sometimes he can lose his temper, but it’s nothing to do with you. he doesn’t mean those things when he snaps at you, he loves you.” he paused for a moment. letting those words sink into your head. “you know that right? you know he loves you,” his reassurance unwavering as he cleaned you with simon’s soap.

you knew he loved you. he just showcased it in stranger ways sometimes. “yeah” you nodded softly. “he’s just mean sometimes. makes me feel like a bad dog.” you spoke as he lathered you up in the soap simon packed. finishing your cookie with a soft smile.

he knew simon could be stubborn and set in his ways. but he knew how he truly felt about you. “simon’s not mean, sweetheart. he’s just . . . a bit gruff,” he replied, a gentle but firm voice. “he just wants to keep you safe. he’s got a way of showing that. even if it doesn’t always come out right. but the guy cares about you more than anything in this world. that’s why he got his own soap, so you’d still smell like him.”

his words got a gentle giggle to leave your lips. it made you feel cared about. and he was happy about that. glad to finally get a smile out of you. he decided to leave it on a good note. washing the rest of your body without many words said.

“how you holding up? still feeling the heat or did the bath help a little?”

you stayed curled up in the water. not wanting him to see your body the way simon got to see your body. but the gentle squirms were hard to miss. “still hurts a little.”

he noted the discomfort. he couldn’t imagine how it must feel for you. “it’ll get better eventually sweets. can i look?”

your brows furrowed. “look at what?”

john chuckled gently at your mumbled question. he understood your confusion. especially with how forward he just was. “i just wanna take a look at the parts that hurt. promise not to make any weird faces.” he added with a playful smirk.

he was a man that was good at making others feel comforted. it was hard to feel weird around him. you giggled again at his playful banter. allowing him to look. letting him know your chest and abdomen were the parts that hurt the most.

he didn’t make you feel awkward about it. it was clear he knew what he was doing. and that intrigued you a little. his house didn’t look like there were any omega’s or hybrid’s in it ever. how did he know what he was doing?

he didn’t dare touch the sensitive spots just yet. but he was grateful for the information.“thank you darlin’. i’ll be extra careful there, alright?” his voice mixed with concern and affection.

after another gentle nod. you stood up and got cozy in a plush towel he wrapped around you. the softness creating a heated barrier between you and the cold air.

he made sure you were cozy and warm. going about your nighttime routine as best as he could. hoping it was close to how it worked when you were with simon. he brushed your teeth and set out the pj’s simon packed. letting you get dressed while he got some water and tylenol from downstairs.

he let you pick if you wanted to sleep with him or not. he knew how scary it could be to be alone in a new and strange room. so he was happy to welcome your soft body into his bed.

it was amusing to him, watching you sniff at the bedding before getting in. he reached out to gently rub your back, coaxing you into the warm bed he loved.

you laid down, a heavy yawn leaving your throat. he climbed into bed next to you. careful not to touch any sensitive areas and gently pulling the blankets up to your chin. his arm gently rested on your waist as his glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, his other hand holding a book he was currently working on.

your nose prodded at him. you wanted to sniff at him again. every piece of his house that you’ve sniffed at tonight confused you. none of it smelled like omega, just him. and every part of his routine showed that he didn’t have one. you just didn’t understand, how did he know what to do with hybrid’s and omega’s if he didn’t have any?

“john” you said gently, wanting to get his attention.

he looked down at you. his full attention instantly focused on you. he stopped flitting through the pages, his eyes meeting yours. “yes, sweetpea?”

you were rather blunt, but you didn’t know how else to start it. “you don’t have an omega.”

his eyebrows raised slightly. “no, i don’t,” he replied simply. “what made you think of that?” he asked. intrigued by your straightforwardness.

and honestly, you replied with how you really felt. “doesn’t smell like any.” hybrid noses were good at picking up on anything.

john chuckled. now your sniffing and scenting all night made sense. he admired the genuine curiosity in your eyes, the way you were trying to decipher his scent all night. “ah, i see. i suppose you’re right. i haven’t had the company of an omega in a long time.” he admitted.

he liked how you continued to try and sniff at him. he could feel the stirring within him. the simple act of having you so close, it was boiling emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“how about i ask you something now.” he played gently.

you just responded with a “hmph” sleep still sweeping around your head.

“why do you think i don’t have an omega?” he asked gently. wanting to learn more about you and have you learn more about him. he was a good man.

he wanted to understand your reasoning behind your statement, to know where your thoughts were coming from. and he was genuinely interested in hearing the answer you gave him. in all honesty, you didn’t know why. every good man like him had an omega. you just shrugged, wanting to hear his own answer.

he chuckled at that. pausing for a moment before setting the book down and taking his glasses off. “well, i suppose it’s partly due to the circumstances. being in the military, it’s not always easy to keep a committed companion. between deployments and unpredictable schedules, it just hasn’t seemed easy to keep a regular partner.” his explanation laced with a hint of melancholy.

your eyebrows furrowed. “but simon makes it work.” and not intending to diss his lifestyle, just curious why it worked for simon but not for him.

he appreciated your observations. but it wasn’t the same. “simon does make it work. but he’s quiet the special case sweetheart. and so are you. not all of us are as lucky or dedicated as he is.” he gestured vaguely to himself. he shifted on the bed a little bit, his hand moving to warm your waist a little more.

“and the truth is, i just haven’t been lucky enough to find someone special enough to stick around.” it was heartwarming how vulnerable he was being with you right now. he wasn’t used to it, but there was something about your pure nature that made him want to bare his soul.

“but don’t worry about me, sweets, i’m perfectly fine.” he added quickly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

you nuzzled up to his soft words. scooting a little closer to him in the bed. you felt exposed around a man like him. but not in an erotic way. rather a gentle and soft way. his demeanor was so comforting and warm. you felt bad for him. he should have someone to share this all with.

“but you know how to take care of omegas? how do you know so much?” you asked softly, wanting to know more about him.

he nodded in agreement. it was a part of his training, a necessity for someone in his line of work. “being in the military you get training on how to handle and care for all kinds of individuals. including omegas. it’s essential for us. especially given the kind of work we do. we need to know how to protect them and make them feel safe.” he leaned in a little closer, there was a slight sense of intimacy in his gaze.

“but to be completely honest, sweetheart, even with all that training, none of it compares to having the real thing,” he admits. wistfulness was just laced into his tone.

he didn’t want to come off as too intense of imposing, you were still just a little puppy at the end of the day. and not his puppy to add to it. he instead put on that charming smile and a lighthearted tone. “don’t worry about me, darlin’. i’m just happy here.”

and you felt bad. it was your natural instinct to comfort an alpha. to grant them serenity in your submission. and even if it wasn’t simon, he reminded you a lot of him in certain ways. you nuzzled your body close to his, pressing your nose right up against his scent spot.

he appreciates your natural inclination to comfort him, the way your body strived to soothe and calm him. a hint of concern and worry mingling in the air. it stirred something within him, an instinctive response he couldn’t quite explain. he allowed you to press close to him. the subtle act sent a shiver down his spine.

he could feel your body radiating care. it made his heart warm. his hands reaching out and resting on your back, the touch was tentative. as if he feared if scaring you off. but his vulnerable words did little to veer you away from him. you smacked your teeth a little, wagging your tail before tucking it around your body, getting ready for bed.

he smiled at your sleepy little gnash. watching as you settled into bed beside him. nuzzling up against him once more. he could feel the warmth of your body against his. the closeness sending a flutter through his chest and down into his gut. he was used to being a self-sufficient alpha. an independent man. but there was something about your presence that stirred up a desire for intimacy. he allowed himself to bask in the feeling for just a moment. his arm wrapped around you protectively as he fell asleep next to you.

as the two of you drifted off into dreams, john held you close. his hands placed on you protectively and acting as your temporary alpha - your momentary protector. the room was quiet, only filled with soft breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets.

the warmth of your body against his chest and the steady rise and fall of your breath compared to his own was doing wonders in calming down his body. it was a novel experience, but one he found himself enjoying more than he expected.

and as he dozed off, he found himself subconsciously nuzzling into your hair, his nose buried in your scent spot.

when he woke in the morning, the sunlight streamed in through the curtains. he laid there for a moment taking in the quiet intimacy. but the wave of your heat hit him like a truck. the bedding was covered in sweat. and your little mewls made your discomfort clear.

his natural instincts kicked in. his body begging him to find some kind of relief for you. he knew what needed to be done, what your heat demanded. but he also knew how sensitive it would be. you weren’t his omega.

he moved closer, eyes drinking in your sweaty form. the way you were arching your back, the curve of your hips, the sweat on your skin. it was driving him crazy. his hands grabbed at your waist. squeezing gently to wake you up.

and when you did wake up, your eyes were hazy. a soft and desperate panting parting your lips the second your came to. you didn’t look all there. the heat clouded your senses and only made one thing evident. you needed help.

hybrid heats always so much worse than any other kind. the primal part of it was amplified by ten. making it stronger than a regular omega. it was such a vulnerable moment. a moment where your body was begging for touch.

and price was just drooling. he reached out, brushing away the hair stuck to your sweaty forehead. “hey sweetpea,” he purred. his voice low and bringing out a tone he hadn’t used in years.

the potent saccharine scent was clouding up his nose and infiltrating its way into every part of his room. his hand curved over the dip of your hip. “let me take care of you sweetheart, let me help you out here.”

a desperate whimper escaping your lips as he pulled away at the bedding. the scene in front of him had a man just, crumbling. a sweet pretty puppy in his bed. drenched in sweat and arching her poor back, just aching for relief. he could practically taste the scent of your heat.

he lowered his body onto yours. pressing you into the mattress. he couldn’t resist burying his face into your scent spot. inhaling deeply your sweet, heated scent.

“oh god you smell so good.” and he was practically crooning.

the only thing that could’ve brought him out of this was what you said next. your desperate whimpers reaching out for attention of the man you were bound to.

“but simon,” you mewled incoherently. you wanted simon. and no one could really be mad at that. you were bound to him. it was only natural you craved him and his scent. it quickly reminded him of the situation.

and you weren't his to take. but simon had to of known what he was doing, sending you with him when he knew your heats were so bad. he had to of known.

john was gentle and sweet. picking you up into his arms. your legs wrapped around his midsection, sniffing for his neck and starting the biting all over again. prodding your nose into his skin while your teeth gently nipped over.

"'s alright sweets, 's alright." he purred trying to provide comfort. he knew his words were mostly futile. you were just excited to be sniffing at an alpha you knew and cared about, even if it wasn't simon.

the sleep shorts between your legs were practically sopping wet. pressing snuggly against john's pudgy midsection and giving you a moment of relief amidst the painful cramps. just mewling and whimpering against his skin while drool started to drip out of your mouth.

he was in euphoria. watching you grind up against him and just be so dazed out of it. and of course it was common for him to sleaze around with omegas when his dick really did get too sensitive, but this was different. there was some semblance of a connection. even if he didn't want to admit it, there was something stirring between the two of you.

a bath helped before, and he was firmly pulled back into the mindset that he couldn't touch you like you needed, so he was hopeful another bath would help. he couldnt lay an intimate finger on you unless it got unbearable.

"gonna get you in the bath sweetheart, lets give the bath a shot." he speaks so gently to you. as if the words could be spoken too loud and hurt you. he was so soft with you.

huffing a little when your feet touched the tile in his bathroom. squirming more when his hands pulled at your clothes. undressing you as calmly as he could. despite how hard his body was fighting it, he stayed level headed to the peak of his abilities.

your legs felt weak and shaky when he set you down into the bath. the smell of heat was just, so immensely strong. he hadn't ever experienced anything like it and could get quickly understand how simon was so addicted to you.

"good girl, easy," his cockney voice is just crooning to you.

it wasn't much of a struggle to get you in the bath. but it was a struggle to keep you there. your hands were just cloying to get out of the cold water and back into the warm arms of john. he knew, that despite the fact, the cold was what you needed. it wouldn't soothe the heat, but rather combat it.

your fingers were pawing at him, trying to pull him in or maybe help pull you out. the cold water just didnt seem to help right now. and you made that known.

"it hurts." you mewled.

he knew it wasn't what you needed. though what else was there to do. he was kneeled down next to the tub, scratching behind your ear again and getting the soap that smelled like simon.

"i know it hurts, but we gotta keep trying to find something that helps ease it for now." he tried to convince.

you wanted simon. you wanted what you were used to and always had there. especially in a moment where your body needed it, all you could think about was him. and you made that known too. "i want simon."

he knew why you were asking for him and it didn't hurt his feelings any, he just didn't like feeling useless. he was a perfectly capable man who could help you, the boundary of what was right just played in his head.

"simon's not here right now, but i'm here with you, i'm right here." his voice was filled with tenderness and guilt.

the smell in the room was making it hard for him to think straight. but he was able to keep most of his head on. he wanted to give in. to give you whole heartedly what he knew you needed. your poor body just aching for release and some semblance of comfort, but he couldnt when simon's name was on your tongue, not when he knew you longed for him.

the pain was easing just a little. your face resting on the cold porcelain of the tub as your body shivered in the water. the sight of you so vulnerable, the way your nakedness was bared to him really was a powerful moment. different than last night when he had you in the same bath. it was bared to him without a hint of shame or fear, it was completely and utterly you in your truest form.

john wanted to do anything to ease your pain and grant you some relief. his body moved away from the tub, starting to strip his own clothes. he wouldn't do anything sexual with you, but he would let himself bask in the closest he could get.

his broad body was resting behind yours in the bath. his big and warm chest was nearly engulfing your fragile form. and his arms acted as a protective sheild, wrapped around your body in a tight embrace. your body was burning under the cold water.

this was better than nothing.

when thinking back to last night, he remembered how you pointed out the spots that hurt the most, every omega was different, he was glad he had an idea of how to work you. his big palm came to run over your tummy and abdomen.

pressing soothing motions on the pudge there and massaging what he could. your little mewls a testament to how good it felt. the water rippled as your legs twitched and his arm moved. the primal male part of him was just reeling. he was dumbfounded on how he had made it this far already.

"feels good, darlin'? does it feel better?" his lips were pressed up against the side of your temple. eager to get your body to relax under his touch. you nodded softly. it felt better, it still hurt, but it was better.

the heat was still radiating off your skin. the slickness of your sweat mixed with the bath water and it only fueled his arousal. it was borderline offensive how hard he was. he knew you could feel it, but was just glad you had enough mind left to not say anything about it.

he let the bath do its job for a while. and it did work for the most part. you were no longer in that sick feeling of shock.

john did as best he could to keep his nose away from your neck. the rest of the day was full of tylenol, liquid iv, and stand up fans. doing everything he could to keep you comfy and docile - you were a good girl, letting him change your clothes when they got too sweaty and drinking the amount of water he told you to.

by the time the sun set you were tuckered out from regulating your breathing all day. it was now a comforting warmth that wrapped around you. sprawled out on the small nest he had made for you and eating any sweet thrown at you.

but when night had passed and the next day started, all hell had broke loose. a sobbing mess that wasn't able to stop writhing in pain. john didnt feel like there was anything left he could do.

stepping outside of his room, he made a phone call.

"hey, do you think you can come over? shes not doing well."

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[seoups]

mrs. all american- m. fushiguro

megumi finds himself entranced by the american transfer student. song: mrs. all american by 5sos. a/n: i've been staring at this too long, it's driving me insane so here you go.

"NO ONE UNDERSTAND THE CHEMISTRY WE HAVE- IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE."

It started with a look- a glance that lingered too long as Megumi saw you walk onto campus, the white-haired freak standing next to you.

You were introduced as the newest first year- a transfer student from New York. You had been in town for less than a month before you discovered you could see curses. And you had the unfortune of running into Gojo who took notice of that.

The first time Megumi’s hand brushed yours was during training. All the first years had joined the second years in the exchange event and Megumi was getting used to your presence.

The smallest moments weaved themselves together. Spending time with Nobara and Megumi as you went through classes, studying, and training.

“So, what’s New York like?” Nobara kicked her feet as she asked you more and more questions about your home country. “Loud. Megumi would HATE it,” you teased. “Makes sense considering that you’re from there,” a rare smile tugged at his lips.

A borrowed pen, the faintest curve of his lips as you stumbled over your Japanese, his lingering presence in the classroom as you asked Gojo-sensei for Japanese tips after class.

You’d noticed his lingering gaze. It was sharp, assessing- but soft.

It wasn’t just his eyes. It was the way he moved closer during missions, subtly standing in front of you to block you from the curse. How he handed you his notes without a word as he noticed you struggling to copy down Gojo-sensei’s sloppy handwriting. How you often came into his dorm to play with his divine dogs. How he couldn’t stop the smile creeping on his face when he heard your American accent when you spoke Japanese.

“How come you moved here?” he asked, a genuine curiosity in his eyes. “It was my mom’s idea,” you smiled as you pet his divine dogs. “She was getting bored of New York and applied for a job here.” “Do you miss it?”

The question sat between you, heavier than the smell of the rain soaked air outside. You didn’t answer right away, your gaze drifting to the fur of his divine dogs.

“Not as much as I thought I would,” you smiled. “Because of you.”

His hand stilled mid-reach as he went to pet one of the dogs. He didn’t say anything, but the slight shift in his posture was enough. His eyes lingered on yours, an unspoken understanding crackling between you.

You weren’t sure when you started to feel this way for Megumi. Maybe it was when he, instead of eating lunch alone as he tended to do, sat down with you to eat lunch.

Or when he spent his free time helping you improve your Japanese in exchange for you teaching him English. Or when he brought you soup that time you got sick.

It was the way he stole glances from you when he thought you weren’t looking. The way he always seemed to find a reason to stick around after everyone else had gone back to the dorms already.

One afternoon, you caught him sitting under a tree after you’d finished your weekly Japanese office hours with Gojo.

“Reconnecting with nature?” you teased, sitting down next to him. “I might need to after hearing you butcher the pronunciation on that reading,” he teased, continuing to look up at the sky. “Asshole,” you muttered. But the grin on your face betrayed you.

The confession wasn’t explicit. It didn’t need to be.

As the two of you sparred, your movements faltered in ways you couldn’t blame on being tired. He noticed. He noticed everything about you.

“You’re off today,” he said, dropping his stance. You laughed, “Maybe you’re just better today.”

His brow quirked, but instead of his usual retort, he stepped closer. His eyes ran miles across you- studying you, catching the light as you watched his movements.

Your pulse quickened. And for a moment, a split second, you thought about stepping back. But instead, you stayed still, the air between the two of you getting thicker by the second.

“Can you just say it?” his voice was low, almost inaudible. “You already know,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze didn’t waver. He stepped a half-step closer to yours, his hand brushing against yours- purposefully. His fingers curled lightly around yours as his lips curled into a small smile.

“Yeah, I do.”

© 2025 SEOUPS do not plagiarize, steal, translate or repost my works on any platforms!

[writeriguess]

Can you write a katsuki x female reader where he's jealous because he realises Kiri has a crush on you. Reader doesn't know about katsuki's feelings.

Burning Red

Katsuki wasn’t the type to get jealous. At least, that’s what he told himself. He was confident, strong, the best in everything he did—so why the hell would he care about something as stupid as feelings?

But then there was you.

You, with that infuriatingly bright smile, your dumb jokes that weren’t even that funny but still made his lips twitch, the way you always stood next to him during training even though he pretended not to care. You’d been in his life long enough that he got used to having you around, used to the way his heart stuttered in his chest whenever you ruffled his hair and called him "Bakugou" in that casual, teasing way.

What he wasn’t used to was Kirishima looking at you like that.

At first, he ignored it. Convinced himself he was imagining things. Kirishima was just friendly, that’s all. He treated everyone with that same kind of warmth. But then Katsuki noticed the way Kirishima’s eyes softened around you. How he always made sure you had a seat next to him during lunch, how he conveniently showed up whenever you needed help with your hero studies, and how his hand hovered near yours like he was just waiting for the right moment to grab it.

That’s when it hit him. Like a sucker punch straight to the gut.

Kirishima had a crush on you.

And that realization sent Katsuki spiraling into something he refused to name.

—

The breaking point came on a normal Friday after training. You and Kirishima were sitting on the common room couch, laughing over something on your phone. Katsuki was in the kitchen, pretending to get water but really just watching the two of you from the corner of his eye.

Kirishima was way too close.

His arm was slung over the back of the couch, his knee barely an inch from yours. Katsuki watched the way Kirishima grinned at you, how you nudged him with your elbow, playfully rolling your eyes. And then—you laughed. That real, unguarded laugh, the one that made your whole face light up.

Something ugly twisted in Katsuki’s chest.

Before he even realized what he was doing, he was moving. Striding across the room with sharp, purposeful steps.

“Oi, shitty hair,” he snapped.

Kirishima blinked up at him. “Huh?”

Katsuki crossed his arms, standing right in front of the couch like an immovable wall. “Aren’t you late for training?”

Kirishima tilted his head. “No? We just finished—”

“You sure?” Katsuki cut him off, his voice low, almost a growl.

There was a pause. Kirishima glanced at him, then at you, and then back at Katsuki. A flicker of understanding passed over his expression.

“Oh. Uh—yeah, I should go. Forgot about something,” Kirishima said, scratching the back of his head as he stood up. He shot you a small smile before heading toward the dorms.

You watched him go, then turned to Katsuki with narrowed eyes. “Okay, what the hell was that?”

“What was what?” He refused to meet your gaze, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“You just chased Kirishima away like some territorial guard dog,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “You jealous or something?”

The words were meant as a joke, lighthearted and teasing, but Katsuki froze.

For a split second, he was completely still. No sharp retort, no scoff or insult. Just… silent.

Your breath caught.

Then, before you could process it, he scoffed—too harsh, too forced. “Tch. As if.”

But you saw it. The way his jaw clenched. The way his fingers twitched at his sides. The way the tips of his ears were turning red.

You had no idea what to do with that.

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: park sunghoon, sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: oral + hybrids

💌: no thoughts just jakehoon

cat hybrid! sunghoon is genuinely a sadist. there’s something addicting about the way you choke and sputter around dog hybrid! jake’s thick cock, tears gathering at your lashline the deeper you’re forced to take his length.

hoon could come from watching you struggle, but it’s almost impossible for him to refrain from touching you, his tail flicking in agitation as he observes the way jake uses you, itching to get his hands on you.

it shouldn’t come as a surprise when sunghoon makes his way to the two of you, joining you at jake’s feet just to toy with you; he laves his rough tongue over your shoulder and presses a kiss to the skin just before his hand find its way to your head, gripping a fistful of hair and forcing you to take jaeyun’s cock all the way inside, purring when you squeal in shock and squirm in an attempt to pull away.

your catboy doesn’t let you though. why would he? you’re their plaything.. their own personal sexdoll. you were meant to take their cocks whenever and however they want, which is why sunghoon continues to help you pleasure jake, training you to be their good little whore.

he teaches you different commands too. a tap to the cheek means to pull off jake’s length and open your mouth, a squeeze to the throat lets you know he wants you to moan around jake, and a slap to your thigh when sunghoon wants you to circle the cockhead with your. tongue

his favorite thing has to be pulling you away until just the tip rests in your mouth so your puppy can fuck your mouth himself, slamming his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust until his furry ears are pinned back against his head and he cums with a growl, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath and recover from that mindblowing orgasm.

you know better than to swallow immediately though, letting the thick, creamy load of jake’s cum rest in your open mouth to show the two of them. clenching your thighs when sunghoon turns your head towards him, cupping your jaw as he licks into your messy mouth, keeping an eye on jake and wrapping his tail around the dogboy’s leg.

don’t tease jake for whining while he strokes his sensitive cock to the sight though! ‘s not his fault you both look so good with his cum dribbling down both your chins. who knows? maybe you and hoon can both just sit pretty for him, making out with his cock between your lips

[moonchild9350]

Always

summary: you and Hyunjin have a peculiar relationship with your roommate Felix

pairing: est. relationship Hyunjin x fab!reader x roommate Felix

genre: sprinkle of fluff, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cockwarming, spanking, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, partner sharing, unprotected sex (don't), multiple creampies, squirting, nipply play, dirty talk, use of term slut

notes: short, sweet, and filthy lol I just love hyunjin and felix omg

If you enjoyed, consider a reblog, comment, or like as it keeps me motivated ♡

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

It’s the end of the day, the part where you start to wind down, your mind exhausted from the day’s activities. You’re sitting on your bed holding your penguin plushie as you scroll through your phone when you notice the time.

Seeing that it is almost seven, you sit up as excitement courses through you, your core clenching in anticipation for the evening that’s in store.

Hyunjin will be home soon after a long day at work. You miss your boyfriend dearly, the hours long without him.

At the thought of seeing him soon, you get up out of bed and shimmy out of your sweatpants and panties, leaving yourself in only his oversized shirt, the hem barely grazing your thighs.

You pad to the door and open it, making your way to the living room where a certain blond is sitting, his eyes trained on the tv…that is until you walk in.

At your entrance, Felix looks up and flashes the smile you have grown to love, all teeth and dimples, as he sets his phone down. He beckons you over, his tiny finger making a come hither motion as he invites you to sit on his lap.

You stand there for a moment, gazing at the beautiful man, your hands behind your back. You take him in, how the bulge within his grey sweats is ever enlarging, his cock twitching as you take one step forward.

“That’s it, come here sweetheart,” Felix purrs as he pushes his hair out of his freckled face.

You’re wet, incredibly so, as your body is trained almost like Pavlov’s dog. At the stroke of seven, you become horny, the thought of cock filling you up making the feeling almost unbearable.

You arrive in front of Felix and giggle, as your cheeks flush at the sight of the blond.

“Ready sweetheart?” Felix asks, his hands reaching into his sweats to pull his cock out, giving it a few strokes as he spreads the precum that’s leaking from the tip around.

You nod as you take in his hard cock, perfect and chubby, all ready for you.

He holds it steady as you straddle his legs and bring your core to his length. Felix helps you line his cock with your entrance as you experimentally lower yourself, sighing at the stretch his tip provides.

You left your hips up before bringing them down once more, this time taking all of him. You let out a whimper at feeling full, your pussy keeping his member nice and snug within your wet walls.

You wrap your arms around Felix and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck as he holds you close. You just sit there, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath, reveling in the comfort of being in Felix’s arms.

You relax further as his hands sneak beneath your shirt, his fingers gently trailing your back as he continues to watch the show on the tv screen.

And so it goes. You and your boyfriend have a particular arrangement with Felix, your roommate. He joined your little abode around a year ago, all sunshine and happiness, and thankful for you both taking him in.

As time went on and you three became closer, feelings of friendship turning into something a little more with each passing day. You were already dating Hyunjin, and Felix knew that, but he couldn’t let his feelings go to waste, confessing one day while at movie night.

You remember looking at Hyunjin, a smirk forming on your face at the confession. Little did Felix know that you both liked Felix too and were more than willing to open up your relationship to include him.

Felix was delighted, as the best case scenario played out. However, before he could get too excited, Hyunjin laid down some ground rules.

The first rule he imposed was you were his at the end of the day and only his, but Felix can enjoy the perks of having you close by, whatever those perks may be. He also demanded that Felix prep you and get you ready for him before he got home.

Felix readily agreed, as he got to be with you, feel you, and that was more than he had bargained for.

So here he was, “prepping” you by having you warm his cock. He loved how you felt around him, your pussy always warm and wet, your slick dripping down onto his pants, forming a constantly enlarging wet spot.

You both sat there for a while, waiting for the door to open and for Hyunjin to walk in. However, you were starting to feel needy, Felix’s cock feeling too good within you. You knew you were playing with fire, but decided to proceed, needing some type of relief as you waited for your love.

Smirking against Felix’s neck, you clenched down on his length while pressing wet kisses to his neck, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

Felix’s breath hitched for a moment before he recovered, lightly tapping your ass and gripping the flesh tight. You grinned before repeating the motion, this time feeling his cock twitch within you as he let out a low groan at the sensation. Felix gently rocked your hips over his cock, his length dragging deliciously against your walls.

You gripped his neck tighter as you breath caught, hoping he would do it again. However, Felix recovered, remembering that Hyunjin gets to have you first.

“Behave,” he said, his deep voice rumbling deep within his chest and flowing to your ears.

You let out a sigh, as you lightly nipped his skin, Felix jumping at the slight pain. You’re not sure how much longer you could wait, needing to move, to gain any type of friction to ease your aching pussy.

As you thought of moving again, the door opened and in walked Hyunjin. You watched as he dropped his bags and kicked off his shoes before walking over to the living area. He smiled at seeing the two of you, wrapped in an intimate embrace, as you warmed Felix’s cock.

“You two are adorable,” Hyunjin cooed, taking out his phone to snap a picture, wanting to add it to his ever growing collection of his two favorite people.

Hyunjin continued to gaze at you two, the blood flowing to his cock as he took in your flushed cheeks, your disheveled hair as you continued to nuzzle your head in the crook of Felix’s neck. He took in Felix, his eyes dilated and veins prominent on his hands as he gripped your ass tighter. He knew how Felix felt, your pussy too warm, wet, and just perfect.

“Ready love?” Hyunjin asked, walking closer to you.

You nodded your head, keeping your face tucked into Felix’s neck as Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out a moan as Hyunjin lifted you off of Felix’s cock, the sudden emptiness making your walls contract as he carried you bridle style to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the soft sheets and began stripping his clothes off, his eyes on you the whole time. You watched as his cock sprang free, as he dragged his sweats down his thick thighs, licking your lips at the sight.

“Take your shirt off love, you know the drill,” Hyunjin commanded as he stood before you in all his glory.

You shuffled to take the garment off, your tits now on display for your lover. You leaned back and fondled the flesh, watching as Hyunjin stroked his length.

“Mm spread your legs love, show me your pussy,” Hyunjin said, as he bit his plush lips.

He let out a moan as you spread your legs, your folds parting and displaying your wet entrance and puffy clit. You whimpered as you swiveled your hips, wanting to touch yourself to ease the ache. However, you didn’t dare touch what was his, wanting him to have his fill first.

“That’s it love, such a pretty pussy just for me.”

Hyunjin approached you, as he slotted himself between your legs. He leaned over you, his body hovering over yours as caged you in, his lips finding purchase against yours. He kissed you passionately as he brought his cock to your entrance, pushing the tip in with a swift motion.

You moaned loudly against his mouth as his cock speared you open, your pussy welcoming him in with no hesitation. Hyunjin smirked at your reaction as he snapped his hips into yours once, twice, as he pushed your body up against the bed with the force each thrust. He set a fast pace, as he pounded into you, his hips withdrawing until his cock was almost out of your pussy before slamming back in.

Loud moans rang through the room, as Hyunjin fucked you, so loud you’re sure Felix could hear you from the living room. However, that was part of the thrill, the thought of Felix with his cock out, his hands stroking his length, the thought of fucking you at the forefront of his mind.

You squealed as Hyunjin adjusted his hips, the new angle causing his cock to brush against your sweet spot with each thrust, the drag sending little shockwaves through your core.

You tried to say his name, but nothing came out, your mouth left wide open as Hyunjin brought you closer to your orgasm.

Hyunjin could tell you were close, as your walls clenched around him, attempting to keep him deep inside you. He listened intently as you mumbled words, the syllables barely audible as you became cock drunk, chanting that you need his cock and don’t stop.

He could never get used to your pussy, how wet you get as he fucks you, as Felix teases you as you cockwarm him every night. Your pussy was made for him, stretching perfectly to accommodate him.

“Cum in me,” you whimpered, hoping he would not pull out like he usually does.

You wanted to be filled, to have his cum stuffed within you, so much so that it leaks out and doesn’t stop.

Hyunjin was shocked at first, but quickly recovered, grinning at your words, more than happy to oblige.

“My love wants me to fill her up, breed her good hmm?” Hyunjin asked as he swiveled his hips against yours.

“Yes, baby please, breed me,” you whined as you locked your legs around his ass pulling him as close as you could.

Hyunjin sought out your lips, pressing sloppy kisses to them as he continued to grind into you, the neatly trimmed hairs rubbing against your clit with each thrust. He felt like he would go insane as your walls clamped around him, urging him to cum, your tits rubbing against his chest perfectly, adding extra stimulation to his sensitive nipples. He placed his lips right at your ear as he continued to whisper dirty words to you.

“Fuck this pussy, love. Gonna cum, breed this pussy so good that it’ll stick and make you a mommy.”

At that you let out a loud cry, the thought of carrying Hyunjin’s child causing you let go, your orgasm wrecking through your body. You clutched onto him as he continued to fuck you through your high, his pace never faltering.

You whispered in his ear, your litany of his name causing him to moan as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum painting your walls white.

You rocked your hips against his thrusts, holding him close as he finished emptying himself within you. With a shaky breath he stilled, collapsing gently on top of you.

You laid there for a while, your breathing slowly going back to normal as Hyunjin pressed lazy kisses to your neck.

“We’re not done yet love,” Hyunjin finally whispered in a sultry voice.

He got up, withdrawing his now softened cock from your core. You could feel his cum slowly seep out, the trickle forming a sticky path down your ass. Hyunjin tutted at the sight, his finger gathering his cum before stuffing it back inside of you.

“Need that to stick don’t we? Keep it in love.” Hyunjin warned as he gave you a stern look.

You nodded in agreement, as he maneuvered behind you. He brought you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you snuggly. He pressed a kiss to your hair whispering sweet nothings as you both rested in the moment as two.

“Felix,” Hyunjin called shortly after, his arms still wrapped around you as he cradled your body.

The blond opened the door and walked in, a smile plastered on his freckled face.

“Sounds like Hyunjin took good care of you sweetheart,” Felix cooed as he got undressed. “Think you can take me too?”

You knew it was a rhetorical question as you would take his cock regardless but you answered nonetheless, wanting to please Felix.

“Give me your cock Lix,” you said, spreading your legs wide for him. Hyunjin gripped your thighs, bringing them to your chest to keep you open for him. Felix wasted no time slotting himself between your legs, his eyes trained on your swollen pussy.

“Would you look at that, you’re dripping in cum,” he teased. “Let’s just push that back in,” Felix grunted as he slid his cock into your pussy, a loud squelch echoing throughout the room as his cock pushed Hyunjin’s cum further inside you.

“You’re so wet sweetheart, take it all yeah?” Felix grunted as he slid his cock in and out in and out, your pussy letting both men know how wet you were with each thrust.

You whimpered as Felix began to pound into you, your eyes on his beautiful face. Your walls clenched at the sight of him falling apart above you, his hair falling in his face with the exertion.

You were about to reach up and grasp his face when Hyunjin let go of your legs and pinched your nipples, the jolt of pain sending waves of pleasure straight to you core.

“Ahh!” You moaned as Hyunjin toyed with your nipples, his fingers alternating between brushing against them and pinching them.

“Is Felix fucking you good love? Keep those legs open,” Hyunjin said, his voice right at your ear.

“Mm yes!” You said as you took a shaky breath.

“Love this pussy, just taking me. Look at that, sucking me right in,” Felix groaned his eyes trained on your walls stretching over his cock.

“Not gonna last long sweetheart, gonna cum, gonna give you my cum yeah?”

Hyunjin chuckled, his breath tickling your ear. “Hear that love? Gonna let Felix breed you full too?”

You were floating at his words, wanting nothing more than Felix’s cum within you.

“Lix give me your cum,” you begged as you spread your legs even wider, keeping them open just like Hyunjin instructed.

“Damn sweetheart, Hyunjin’s cum not enough for you that you need mine too? Are you our little cum dump?” Felix teased as he smirked.

You nodded quickly, little “mmms” leaving your lips.

As Hyunjin continue to play with your tits, he said in a low voice, “my little slut, gonna let Felix breed you too. Fill you up, give you his baby hmm?”

At the thought of carrying their babies, not knowing who the father was, you let out a loud whine, as you squirted, your walls contracting rhythmically around Felix’s cock.

The feel of you clamping down on him, holding him in tipped him over the edge, his cum filling your pussy, the fluid mixing with Hyunjin’s.

You whimpered as he pulled out, a gush of fluid leaking out down your ass and onto the sheets. You preened as Hyunjin whispered praises in your ear, his hands softly stroking your sides.

You watched as Felix left to go find a towel, returning shortly after leaving. He helped clean you off, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Good night sweetheart,” Felix said as he gave you a smile. He then got up and snatched his clothes, leaving to go back to his room.

“Let’s get you ready for bed. Get under the blankets love,” Hyunjin said as he helped you maneuver under the warm fabric.

He got in next to you and pulled you close. You were on the verge of sleep when Hyunjin broke the silence.

“I hope it really did stick and you’re carrying one of our babies.”

You didn’t say anything but laid there thinking about what he said. You wouldn’t be mad but actually happy at the thought as you loved both of the boys.

And that was a thought that you knew would always remain.

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"beautiful." price's words were like a siren's call as you looked to him. in his hands was his lunch that you picked up for him. in a pressed, expensive suit, leaned back in his office chair. he looked at you with a certain look in his eye as he said, "roast beef and swiss? the order is roast beef and gouda." he put the paper back around the food and said. he crossed his arms and huffed, "you're supposed to be my assistant. are you not taking this job seriously?"

you stood there, shivering like a leaf at your boss' heavy gaze. there was some dark behind those blue eyes. but he covered it up with one of his charming smiles. you didn't want to disappoint, but you swore that he said he liked roast beef and swiss earlier in the week...

it was almost too easy to trick you, price almost felt bad about it. you were so eager to please, those pleading eyes, the tremble in your soft bottom lip. didn't help that those pencil skirts you wore showed off all of those curves of yours. this was your first job post graduation and you didn't want to mess it up!

"c'mere, you know the rules." just as you were eager to please in your job. you also aimed to please price on every level. you got his coffee, photocopied his paperwork, sucked his cock and let him finish inside of you. you were the perfect employee.

you approached him and he reached for you and placed a hand on your behind as you stood next to him. he got his legs off the desk and pulled your soft middle up against his bearded cheek.

he gripped your ass tightly and you let out a sharp noise, which he shushed you for, "quiet there, little bird. don't want everyone to know that you're gettin' fucked by the boss. they might get jealous." or think you're a total whore. he gave your ass a firm pat before he said, "over the desk, love."

you were perfect as you bent over the desk and let price pull down the zipper and let it fall to your ankles. your panties ended up halfway down your thighs. then price got his cock out of his dress pants and rubbed the leaky tip against your slick entrance.

"i expect the best from you. i know it's a hard concept for you, doll. but i believe you can be the best you can be. you just need to work harder and do better. right? can you do that for me?" he asked with a heat in his tone before he pushed his cock into you.

he rested his chest up against your back and placed a hand over your mouth as he started to move against you. his thrusts like ruts of a dog in heat, needy for your pretty pussy. hard not to become obsessed, you were a virgin when price for met you. you've come a long way and while you were doing excellent at your job. price believed that there was still some more training to do. so that meant price having to be a good boss and teach you everything you need to know.

except it was hard to keep the lessons in your head when your brain was near mush from the intensity of climax. price's weight felt good against your back, he squished you under he sturdy form. you knew under that crisp button up, he was hairy like a shag carpet.

his cock hit against your sweet spot and your noises got a little higher in pitch, but price clamped his hand tighter around your mouth, his hand almost big enough to cover your nose too. he said lowly, "shh, shh, shh doll. relax. relax. that's a good girl." he said with a low tone, "no need to cause a scene, i know it's good for you."

he moved against you, his cock was hefty. it stretched you, but didn't tear. sometimes he fucked you and it was like he was re-shaping your poor pussy to fit him. and only him. you gasped a little louder, it was hard to compose yourself when the pleasure raced through your body.

something about price that pulled you in. he was a domineering presence in your life. he made you squirm and ache for him. you wanted to do well for him, make him praise you. even if that meant letting him take you raw over his solid desk. he kept you quiet while he fucked you, his heavy breathing in your ear as every thrust of his hips aroused you more.

you felt so good under him, right where you belonged. pretty little thing spread out like paperwork across his desk. your red cotton panties around your thighs and that skirt at your ankles. if price had his way you'd be in a lot less clothes at the office, and maybe a collar too. little tag that said "property of jonathan price". but he'd just have to settle with fucking the daylights out of you over his desk. until your little body bruised from how hard the surface was.

he liked a girl he could own, keep wrapped around his thick fingers like the ones he was keeping in your mouth as he fucked you. didn't hurt that you did your job well and you kept his cock nice and warm. you were the full package. and price loved it.

he thrusts left your head in a tailspin as he continued to pleasure the both of you. your heart hammered in your chest as you felt his cock spear you open, make himself fit inside your cunt. he was the only one who ever used it, and he was the only one who would ever use it. he continued his movements, his long thrusts that left you feeling on a different planet. his heavy movements that had you gasping around his fingers in your throat.

"good girl. good girl." he cooed as he fucked you heavily. he felt your cunt tighten around his heavy cock. he knew it was a lot to take for you, but he knew you'd persevere and take him each time.

you tried to speak but his hand muffled any noises. you arched your back a little to give him further access to your weepy cunt. you felt trapped by his aggressive movements and it shook you down to your core. your head throbbed, your body trembled. you couldn't help yourself. it was all so much, you kept your hands flat on the desk as you were pushed further up against it.

you saw stars when you closed your eyes, each thrust hit in a way that it made your toes curl in your heels. you were price's little assistant, your job was to make sure he was taken care of. he was a busy man who worked long hours. you whimpered as you kept his fingers in your mouth as his cock dragged up inside of you.

he had fully marked you inside and out. his thrusts continued but he knew you were getting close by how wet you were, how your hole was fluttering around his cock and how he had to try harder to keep you quiet. his pace quickened and he watched you tremble. shivering like a leaf as the feeling of absolute pleasure started to take over.

it was a sight to behold. a proper working girl reduced to a whimpering slut. good girl.

"my petal. my doll. i want you to cum for me. i want you to make a mess of my cock. i want them all to smell your pussy on me when i got to my next meeting." he said with heat in his tone as his thrusts were brutal and his weight left you stuck under him. he made you take all of him as you clenched around him. your cunt tight that it was near impossible for him to pull out. a tight fit made tighter.

you whined and soon came around his cock. he continued his movements against you, fucking you right through not one, but two back to back orgasms. they felt almost on top of each other as they near fried your brain from the intense pleasurable feeling. your eyes closed once more as you let yourself be consumed by the heated feeling.

price continued to fuck you, his thrusts heavy as he neared his own climax as well. he fucked you as deep as it would go and eventually spilled himself inside of you. he cooed in your ear, "that's it, baby, that's it. you feel so good. pretty little thing for me." he rocked into you to get that over stimulated feeling through him as he felt you quiver under him.

he left you a mess on his desk, his cum stuck to your pussy lips and his wetness stained the front of his dress pants. the office smelt like hot sex and he watched you quiver against the desk. he gave your ass a firm squeeze before he tucked himself back into his pants, not minding the stain.

"p..price." you said in a shaky tone.

he replied, "up and at 'em, petal. you gotta get me a new sandwich before lunch is over. this was a nice appitizer, but i need some real food in my stomach. so hurry up." he got back into his seat and watched, "and get it right this time, or we'll have to do this lesson all over again." <3

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You're Superhero!

Description: just jammed backed full of anime men and how they show their heroism 😁 (Ranpo Edogawa, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Rin Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru, Manjiro Sano (Mikey), and Ryomen Sukuna!)

Content Warning: (very basic smut) Impact play, thigh fucking, lazy sex, Cock warming, shower/bath sex, dry humping slight angst (if you squint) toxic relation (Fyodor) drug use, fingering etc.

Word count: 32,352

Bungo Stray Dogs

Ranpo Edogawa can't stand crime shows, but you love 'em every night after you both finish work, eat a full dinner, and bathe. You both settle into the queen bed; the soft black sheets envelop you two like a cozy hug. Ranpo grunts as it's Wednesday, meaning it's your turn to pick the channel. You always put on a cheesy crime documentary before you could even get a quarter of the way through. Ranpo would be whining, pointing out who did it.

You always praised him. The reason you loved putting these on was because you liked being amazed by your boyfriend. He never failed to impress you with how smart and keen the childish boy really is. Most people dream about superheroes like Superman and Spider-Man, but you always thought of Ranpo, how he warned you once not to walk in a certain direction or else your brand-new white dress would be ruined. Certainly enough, you had no speck of anything on your dress because of the route Ranpo encouraged you to take. How he automatically knows when you had a bad day and stops being so stubborn and becomes sweet and angelic He'd tuck you in and take the train to whatever takeout you wanted. Be patient he will might get lost.

Or how he knows exactly what makes you tick, what overstimulates you, or your version of right and wrong. So, three times a week, on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday, when you get to pick what you both watch, you'd pick a crime show because you loved to show your superhero praise for all his magnificent deeds and hard work. You put on the crime show to rile up Ranpo. All the praise he receives goes straight to his heads,

"Whoa, Ranpo, you finished that one even faster!" You said, wide-eyed, you slowly moved closer each time he got it right. Your warm hand squeezed his right thigh; your hand basically felt like fire to the detective. His painfully hard cock strains against his boxers, making you giggle. "I hate when you do this. Can we just skip to the part where you give me an orgasm?" Ranpo whines, already knowing how your little game will end. "Such a good boy, Ranpo!" "Smartest boy," you snicker at the nonstop teasing that you couldn't help but let fall from your lips, pulling down his brown flannel boxers, letting his cock bounce free. It slaps his stomach softly before your lips suction cup onto his achy tip. "No, you always do this. I want more; he whines.

Ranpo shoves your head off. Tears of wanting and need, an insatiable desire, pool in his green eyes. "Mhm! Let me do what I want. I deserve it, m'yeah?" You sigh and press your plush thighs together, lifting your legs and giving your needy boyfriend permission. Ranpo smiles wide like a child in a candy store. He grabs your thighs with greed, pushing them to meet your chest, taking away your breath as he spits on the fat, sticking his stiffy right in-between where they meet. His hips snap immediately; his pace is sloppy and quick as he fucks your thighs. Ranpo's head snaps back as the underside of his cock brushes against your soaked panty-clawed pussy. "Fuck, it feels so good. I should let you pick what we watch every day," he moans out before painting your stomach and thighs in white. Maybe Ranpo didn't mind crime shows as much as he led on, but that's why he's your superhero; he wouldn't be afraid to pretend to not comprehend your little games only for you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky was the superhero in disguise. He reminded you that you weren't truly filthy and worthless because of your ability. He made use of you and understood you. Neither of you put a label on your relationship, leading him to refer to you as a subordinate. It was much more than that. Whenever Fyodor was cold, he looked to you, sucking your warmth like a vampire; he'd steal kisses from you like it was a prayer. At night, during the day, every moment of his life involved you. Even the more violent parts. You had already seen Fyodor as your knight in shining armor for saving you from a life of dread and self-hatred, saving you from yourself and the destruction of the harmful ability you wield. "Ангел, you look so darling in the dress," his voice purrs, making you snap out of your daze and bringing your attention to the present moment.

Fyodor claimed he had a job for you to do. He had bought you a new dress just for the occasion. It was white and had a pretty fluff. "It's real sheep's wool. You like it, Ангел?" "I love it, Fyodor. Now we match." His hand reached out, his fingers cold and clammy. They ran down your forearm before he linked his hands with your warm ones. Nothing was out of the ordinary except a feeling in your gut called doubt. You pushed the uneasy feeling down and smiled up at him. "Oh, little Ангел, I'm not done just yet." His left hand pushed your hair from your cheeks, clipping in a small hair charm. It was fragile and dainty, made from glass in the shape of a star.

"Beautiful," he said. His face wasn't full of emotion; it never was. His face had that simple smile, but that was Fyodor, your genius man. You tried to rationalize the conflicting thoughts and emotions you had as you both walked to the car.

The silence was comfortable. Had you been overthinking you and Fyodor's relationship? Maybe he was just your boss, and he didn't forgive you and the horrible sin of your ability. He wouldn't save you from the hell we call life. "Something is wrong," he spoke up. Fyodor always knew what you were thinking, but instead of lying, you remained silent. "Are we doubtful again, darling Ангел?" The silence emanating from you spoke volumes. "В свое время, мой ангел, твое желание будет исполнено, и я избавлю тебя от греха, который мы называем Способности."

You didn't understand, but you just turned your head to stare outside. You felt his cold hand lurk onto your thigh. "You may not understand now, but you will in time, my Ангел."

You finished the job smoothly, like normal. Fyodor didn't expect anything else from his favorite subordinate. "I'm tired," you mumble. You let your head fall into Fyodor's lap. "Let yourself rest; you won't be useful unless you're rested, darling Ангел." His thick accent lulled you to sleep to the sound of the rain tapping against the car window. His cold palm rubbing the scratches, that littler your skin from the assignment, the driver revving the engine, and the sway of the moving vehicle.

Once you both returned to the 'safe house,' as Fyodor called it, you continued to lie still. He picked you up and carried you inside to your room, placing you on the cushioned couch and sitting beside you again in comforting silence.

Once your eyelids fluttered open, that simple smile appeared on his pale face. "Did you have delightful dreams, Ангел?" Sitting up, he grasped your face. "Yes, Fyodor," you said, the doubt still evident in your features.

"Do you wish to know what was said on our trip to your assignment?" Your eyes widen before you could think clearly. You begin nodding, so eager for the knowledge. Whenever Fyodor spoke in Russian, it was to conceal something from you; you became so desperate to understand him you couldn't help but nod like it had become an instinct. It was. "В свое время, ангел мой, твое желание исполнится, и я освобожу тебя от греха, который мы называем Способностями means in time, my angel, your desire will be fulfilled, and I will free you from the sin that we call abilities.'" He purrs, stroking your face.

that's all you needed. Your only reason for Fyodor being your superhero, your savior, your reason to live, is in those few words you kiss him feverishly, unable to help yourself his hand adjusts you onto his lap, and the kiss was calculated and thought out on his part, yours were sloppy and messy, tugging at his coat and shirt. To feel his soft and delicate pale skin under the tips of your avidity fingers, he complies with your needs and lets you have at him. Your hands tug his clothes to the ground. before you can take off your own; his hands do it for you skillfully and quickly. "Won't you keep me warm, Ангел?" His cock was veining and somehow always cold no matter how hard and horny he was. You took your seat snugly on his cock while your fingers tug at his rosy nipples. Cock warming was his favorite. You couldn't help but indulge your superhero savior in disguise.

Nikolai Gogol makes you laugh That's his superpower. When you two are out and about, he tends to do an impersonation of the shopkeeper that kicked you both out of the store for being too 'rowdy,' or if you two are on a date, he won't stop repeating a phrase you thought was funny.

That smile. your smile is the only reason he allows himself to stay in his cage. Nikolai's superpowers don't stop at just jokes he will portal you flowers once a week all different types of roses, snowdrops and you couldn't even name them all they began to become bigger and bigger until you had to tell Nikolai to calm down on the flowers

his afternoons spent laying in-between your thighs these times are when he allows himself to be trapped like a bird in these wonderful emotions, he'd hum whatever song you had playing in the background while you both wasted the day playing games

today was different it was a sunny afternoon and you both sat on the beach the rays of suns tanning your skin and burning Nikolais you both were sandy along with being partially wet you had begun to pack up the beach bag wrapping up the towel and fitting them snuggly inside as Nikolai continued to run around and kick little kids sand castles down something you had already reprimanded him for "oh dove this was so fun!" Nikolai cheers, jumping on to your back and pulling you down with him into the dusty sand, causing a fit of giggles between the both of you. You roll on top of him. "Come on, wrap it up. I'm starving!" you say, catching your breath. "Where we eating, my lady?" he says, picking you and himself up from the sand. You wrap your arms around his neck as he swings you around in his arms. "Mhm, no clue. What are you in the mood for?" His eyes sparked with that mischievous look in them either he was going to quiz you or say something horny. "You're thinking dirty, aren't you!?" You bang on his chest, and he drops you onto the sand. "Pfft, you're no fun," Nikolai whines. His actions makes you roll your eyes.

once you both finally got home you pull Nikolai to the shower immediately sure the beach was fun but sitting with a sandy crotch wasn't. Nothing was perfectly easy with Nikolai around he whines and tried to pull away stating this was a way to free himself or some bullshit you shove him into the bath "strip" you groan exhaustion finally hitting as you peel off your clothing and mushy bathing suit from beneath Nikolai does the same not fighting much anymore you step into the heated shower and your body relaxes "come in its nice and warm" you let a soft sight as you let the water douse your scalp and run down your breasts he hoped in the shower a bit faster after getting to see this new expression of yours it was fascinating after a few minutes of feeling his gaze you open your eyes.

"Hi, honey you're staring" you teased wrapping your arms around his neck, the heat of the water and Nikolai makes you have that same expression from a few minutes ago. It wasn't a smile, or a laugh faces he had normally caused you to have this one was different more than different, it was special. A soft gasp leaves you lips as Nikolai hostess you up from your thighs "huh what are you doing Nikolai?" "relax my dove I want to make you feel good" he whispers into the shell of your ear. pushing your head to fall onto his shoulder his spongy tip smacks against your clit before he dives right in bottoming out quickly making drool seep from your puffy lips and ooze onto his shoulder. His thrusts are deep and considerate making you cream on his cock rather quickly he makes sure to keep that expression on your face for a while. You're hero enjoyed fits of laughter, but his secret power is relaxation.

Blue Lock

Rin Itoshi was the quiet superhero He was stoic with the meanest resting bitchface. He tried to be nonchalant, but once in a while he'd let the facade slip, like right now you sat in your shared bed teary-eyed. Rin had stayed out much later than he had planned training. You felt inferior because of his love of soccer/football, a race you weren't even trying to compete in. You wanted Rin too to continue the sport and be the best at it, but it came to a point where you questioned breaking up with him. Your weekends would be spent in the empty apartment alone, date nights like tonight forgotten. You broke down because this wasn't the Rin you fell in love with. The Rin you had fallen in love with was quiet. Snotty listened and never forgot a date; he was usually early.

A soft hand interrupted your thoughts. "m'sorry." His voice was quiet, and he stared in the opposite direction, his bangs brushing into his long lashes, concealing his eyes from your gaze. "Then stop doing it! The only time I see you is when you're sleeping!" "You know soccer/football is everything to me; I'm going to be the best striker." "I'm not asking you to forget soccer/football for me; I just want you to make time for me." The fat globs of tears continue to roll down your puffed out cheeks; they weren't tears of sadness anymore; they were of frustration. How could Rin not understand you just want him to be present? Rin sits down after taking a moment of silence to assess the situation. "Please don't cry; just talk to me. I'm listening."

That's what made Rin your superhero. He sat like that listening to your frustration of being alone, how you fought to keep his attention, and how you even considered ending things between the both of you. This info broke his heart. He had remembered everything about your likes and dislikes. He spent 5 minutes picking out the food you hated most from a dish, your favorite color—hell, he had even picked his cleats to be the same color. Anything you'd name, he knew it, the way you liked his hair he took in consideration your opinion for every aspect in his life. Rin loved you deeply; so how did he let himself become so stupid, that what ran in his head the whole time you vented about your frustrations, you were rooted into him even deeper than soccer/football, and it took you crying for him to realize this. He had felt so stupid all those times he turned on y'all's song, (Oh My Love by John Lennon). He could have been with you once you had quieted down, and the tears were all dried up.

He spoke, "Forgive me; I'm not good with speaking about emotions." This was his way of letting you know it was your time to listen. "I've never been good at doing stuff like this. I won't make an excuse because I don't want you to leave. I can only show in results, but you won't see them if you end it now." You watch as his eyes shut, his long lashes casting a shadow over his face. "What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry and give me a second chance to be better and let me make it up to you...please." You couldn't help but giggle; it made you feel good to know he was human too. Your hand brushes his bangs from his eyes. "Even if I really wanted to, I couldn't leave you not like this. I'd hate myself for it, When I leave, we will be old and gray." "Don't be ridiculous," Rin spoke, but the tips of his ears were a fiery red, and his eyes were shut tightly.

"Does our date have to be over now, or can I make it up to you?" You remain silent, but the look on your face Rin remembered that one too well. His body shifted to sit in front of you, his large hands groping your breasts in a familiar way. How you like it mostly how he likes it. His strong, lean frame towers over you. Rin didn't tend to apologize in words; when he did, they weren't as heroic as his actions. He lifted you onto his lap; his hips found their spot nestled between your thighs. His groping continued with hot, thick kisses smeared down your neck; his hands couldn't help but use your waist to smush your drenched panties against his rock-hard tent. Rin may not be a hero of many words, but his actions will always shine through.

Nagi Seishiro was a superhero to save everyone else from your bratty attitude. Most people would think Nagi would find you a bother, but he enjoys your snotty comebacks, pouty lips, and stubborn huffs. You were classified as not a bother to him; he didn't mind having you boss him around. Instead, he preferred it, meaning he wouldn't have to think. You'd end up yelling at him for not completing a task you hadn't even asked him to do and just expected of him.

Whenever you got like this, Nagi had to pull out the 3-method strategy. Method one: he'd have to practically smother you into calming down. "Nagi, off!" You flailed around trying to get the large man off you. Nagi just sighs and holds you tighter, making you whine impossibly louder. Your resistance has Nagi realizes he has to pull out,

method two: He begins to apply soft kisses all over your face. "Please don't be such a pain. I'm sleepy," he mumbles, giving you those grey puppy dog eyes. Usually it worked, but his efforts were futile. "Ugh, Nagi, I swear if you don't let me up and do the dishes right now!" "I have to get ready; we are going out with Reo tonight!" You try shoving him off, pushing on his chest, but he is too large. "Eh, can't we reschedule?" "No, we did that the last time!" Nagi continued his soft pecks all over your face. "I don't wanna," he groaned.

Nagi was starting to become frustrated. Your stubbornness made him pull out the big guns. Method three: you could never say no to this one.

"I'll consider getting a cat." Nagi was sure this would work; it had never failed him in the past before. "You say that all the time, and you never actually consider it!" You puff out your cheeks. "You're being so difficult. How do you know I've never considered it?" "Because every time I show you cats, I want to adopt, you always say that pets are a bother and too much work!" Nagi couldn't believe his 3-method plan didn't work; it had never failed him in the past before. "Fine, we can get a cat if you agree to do nothing with me till the rest of time." "Nagi, we both still have to work!" Nagi lets out a defeated sigh and has to pull out his secret weapon, plan N (plan N stands for something Nagi wants nothing to do with). In this case, it was doing the dishes and leaving the warm bed that he desperately wanted you to stay inside of. He sits up.

"I'm becoming real annoyed with the attitude," he says, still aloof as always. He pushes your legs up an into the matting press position with ease and speed, pulling up his t-shirt that you wore as a sleep dress letting your tits bounce free and lazily moving your panties to the side. "Nagi, we don't have time for this!" "Hush," he said, smacking his puffy mushroom tip against your slick folds to silence you. He thrust into your mushy cunt lazily. He was deep and unambitious; he didn't care if it felt good; he just wanted to sedate you and his poor cock, which was your fault for getting it all worked up with that smart mouth of yours, so it was fair to say Nagi was a superhero of his own interest. He didn't use his powers for the overall good; he used them to support his lethargic needs.

Bachira Meguru and you had just gotten home from a rave night around 2:44 am Raves were something you both loved doing and had fond memories of since you two had met at Portola Festival a few years ago when Bachira had a soccer/football tournament in the US. Since you were both too high to function, you ushered Bachira inside the apartment, making you guys end up crawling onto the couch giggling and laughing. Moments like this were special, tangled within one another, being your goofy-Selfs exhaustion is heavy on both of your features, but Bachira always looks at you with those eyes. After a night spent with you, they express a deep satisfaction within him, like this is what he wanted;

He wasn't alone anymore. His warm palm plants itself to your thigh, rubbing and softly squeezing the skin beneath it. Bachira used the element of surprise when mastering his superpowers to draw you in like a predator. He was sickly sweet; he always was, and touchy like a clingy puppy crying for attention. few words were said in moments like this just your hands running through his short bob tangling deep within the brown and gold locks

"M'gotta let me dye your hair soon" you slurred burying your face into his neck his free hand glides against you back "whenever you want bumblebee" voice deep and compassionate his voice was always adaptable perfect for every type of event this is exactly why he was your superhero he knew your mood like it was his own his left hand lazily glide from your back onto your thigh on the opposite one from his right hands they both kneed the flesh "you looked so pretty tonight I couldn't take my eyes from you" you get lost staring at his hands maybe it was the shrooms you both have ingested but sparks ignited in you tummy "Bachira.." you whisper, whined "aww I know" he said his voice dripping with his usual teasing nature "let me just make sure, I do have the right away to play with you?" He gives you that infectious smile, "Yes, now stop being stupid!" You find yourself tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

You let his long fingers wander up your skirt till they reach the waistband of your panties, snapping the waistband. You can't help but squirm. "You play too much," you whine, hips jerking. Bachira just laughs; the sound does not help the dull ache in your panties. He hikes your skirt up, and his other hand moves your panties to the side. His knuckles brush your reactive clit, making you suck in a breath of cold air through your teeth. "So sensitive, bumblebee, mhm as spongy and soaked as ever" he thumbs at your prodding clit as his fingers push into your pussy. He lets you rock against his hand, enjoying the view.

Euphoria overtakes you, the sensual pleasure and the dopamine of the shrooms pumping through you, and Bachira was the master of these feelings, pulling these out of you. He was your superhero, a shoulder to cry on, to understand why you feel a certain way, to change anything into a smile—one he loved and adored so much. He manipulated emotions, mastered them, and cherished them, making you the perfect one for him. You were so full of emotions, a superpower. He always made you feel good, no matter what feelings were conflicting in your brain.

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro Sano (Mikey) is everyone's superhero His presence is calming and assertive. He brought comfort using his protectiveness, making anyone feel as if he were invincible Mikey and he wouldn't drop this act around anyone other than a select few that includes the original members of the Tokyo Manji Gang and you.

You had seen the real Mikey doused in the deepest of blacks when he succumbed to the darkness; his eyes were the reflection of what pooled inside and leaked out. But even Mikey had his limits. He had lost friends and all of his siblings, the ones he knew about and didn't know that wandered the earth. He had such big things impact him at a young age; still, many years later, they loom over his shoulders, maybe helping lead up to the incident that happened this afternoon.

You gave Manjiro a bracelet; it was diamond-woven with the color's gold, black, and red, with a dainty charm of your initial. It dangled from the cheesy friendship bracelet. You had given that thing to him years ago, and he had lost it. This afternoon it was given; it probably had broken with it being so old, and the factor that he never took it off.

"I lost it..." Mikey mumbled to himself, digging through a pile of clean clothes, "Manjiro Sano! I just washed those." Your voice was stern, and your eyebrows couldn't help but furrow. You hadn't understood why he was acting so strangely. "Not important," he said. Once you had gotten closer you could hear his voice it was shaky, something you hadn't heard in a while. "Fine," you said softly and sat beside him. "What did you lose, pretty?" Mikey shook something you had never seen; you couldn't decipher it. Could it have been from you calling him pretty? You know he wasn't fond of the nickname, but he let it slide because you were you,

"Something extremely important." He was brief to keep his voice from cracking. "You're trembling, Manjiro...?" And for the first time in years, Manjiro Sano, the invincible Mikey broke down and cried. He tried to choke down the first sob that bubbled up, but like a child, he let himself wail, and his fist tried to wipe away the river that went downstream on his features. "Oh, Manjiro..." you said with sympathy Your eyes had noticed the missing bracelet, the sliver of pale skin on his left wrist, and the absence of the black and red colors, letting the skin beneath finally hit the light. You knew words wouldn't help him catch the air that continued to slip and leave his poor lungs.

Instead, you watched him, a hand snaking from his back to his platinum hair to get lost in the locks. "Do not waste your tears on something so meager; I'll make you a new one." Manjiro finally musters the courage to speak tears still slip from his dark Eyerses "that's not the point I loved that bracelet..." He was always subdued but at that moment his cheeks were puffed out and his tear ducts were stained red, but it made your heart race just like the first time you met Mikey.

Manjiro had always been sentimental and far from a crybaby. You giggle, "I know, Jiro, that was just a friendship bracelet. Let me buy you a ring this time," and he looked up at you with that closed-eyed smile. your word had struck him with a realization he couldn't hide his emotions from you like Toman "I'd prefer if you made me another bracelet out of love not friendship. Leave the ring to me. Shinichiro taught me that's a man's job." He lets his head fall into your left thigh, your hands tread through his blond hair, you let your body run from your mind, and it ends right on Manjiro's lips.

Mikey was a hero to a lot of people, but Manjiro was your hero because of his sentiments. His tears and his sobs were yours to take care of, to make the cloudy skies go away and let the sunshine called Manjiro Sano twinkle for another day. His lips saunter lower, and you drift your head back to let him have his way. his calloused hands trace down your skin they felt alarmed worried you wouldn't let him touch the same because he felt you wouldn't see him the same after his little outburst over the bracelet. your hands pressed his into your waist more "don't tell me the invincible Mikey is getting cold feet" you teased a cheeky smile decorated your cheeks "never." he gave you his own smile again the one you adored oh so much his kisses traveled lower he tugged at your waist band his wet kisses stop at your tummy making the butterfly's inside worse "let me show you an incentive for the new bracelet I will receive" his eyes bore into yours you lift your hips up and he slides them down your thighs before lapping at your already waterlogged panties nibbling at you clit through them he persisted to stimulate you through the thin fabric Manjiro was your superhero in his dark moments, and when he was a beacon of light, but most of all Manjiro reminded you how sincerely fragile the things you possess truly are and to cherish them because one day they will be gone.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ryomen Sukuna is more villain-like; anyone who didn't know him would think he is a monster. He had four arms, a strong build, and a fitting but oddly terrifying face. From afar All the other servants thought you were trouble, always provoking Sukuna. They believed the hatred was equal between the both of you.

"Lord Ryomen! I told you to stop leaving your clothing inside out. My ladies shouldn't have to deal with extra work?" Being a seneschal did give you higher power over other servants, but you were far from noble enough to yell at the dictator Ryomen Sukuna, everyone was astonished he hadn't discarded you just yet. "Get off my back, woman, before I make you!" "You should know such hollow threats have no effect on me Ryomen Sukuna!" Just as you begin to chew out Sukuna for his lazy act, you hear soft padding hit the floor as the toddler wakes up. "Tsk, and the brat saves you." Sukuna remarks You swiftly pick up Yuji. "Why hello, beautiful boy," he babbles and wraps his tiny arms around your neck.

"Hm, well, it seems I have more important matters I must attend to, your heir. I'll reprimand you later." Your eyes soften at Sukuna before you shift your focus on the young heir. "Wouldn't you like a bath?" you coo while bouncing Yuji on your hip, his giggles infectious. "I'd like for you to attend to me after the brat, woman." Sukuna's large hand pats Yuji's head, ruffling his matching pink hair; his hand then shoo's you both away to get along with your journey to the bath but thaty sadden look stayed in his four eyes.

Sukuna had Azoospermia, the condition meant he wouldn't be able to give a woman a child. The image had made him sick on many nights, but your bickering had soothed the idea of no heir. His twin brother passed on recently, leaving his son onto the great Sukuna after he finally had forgotten the idea of an heir. plenty had worried sukuna the idea of entrusting his teachings to someone who wasn't their own frightened him, but your own soothing words rid him of such stupid ideologies. "He looks just like you, my lord, doesn't he?" "Yuji will have a wonderful technique, don't you think, Lord Sukuna?" Even in grief, Sukuna had your smiley face and your embracive arguments. Truly, one could say you were his superhero, but that wasn't true...

"My lord, I finished with Yuji. What was it you needed? "I demand you accompany me to the hot spring." "Any reason?" you read the firey dictator well you could tell something was on the front of his mind. "No reasons rid yourself of that nonsense," you just laugh to yourself. "I'd be happy to, my lord." Once you both reach the hot spring, you remove your kimono, folding it and hanging it on a rack and Sukunas close by.

You watch as Sukuna steps into the warm spring. You follow shortly behind. "Be real with me. Sukuna, what do you truly desire, my lord?" Sukuna looks down in thought. "I wish to rid you of your duties as Seneschal and make you, my wife." You couldn't help but laugh; no one close was stranger to you and Sukuna's relations. You had both had plenty of nights in his chambers. He only allowed you to care for Yuji's needs. You both bickered like an old couple, picking and teasing one another like it couldn't be helped, and the way he stared at you, the only person he let all four eyes gaze at. "Don't tell me you've gone all soft, Kuna." Your hands rub his cheek and trail to his chest. "I want you to carry my child. Lets try again." His eyes were hopeful, but you sensed the doubt all over him. "We have Yuji. There's no need for an heir anymore." "It's not about an heir. I want you to be with child, my child, our blood." "Oh, Kuna" you whisper. Sukuna had appeared as a villain to everyone else alike, but you saw the man who wanted a child with the servant girl he fell deeply in love with. A mere human who wanted something fleeting and precious, but with the cards dealt to him, he couldn't have that dream. Sukuna was your superhero with his inner strength, his stubborn refusal to give up. "You can be so hardheaded."

You allow your lips trail his strong neck with fleeting kisses. He hums at the affection. "As you wish, my lord." You swing a leg over to sit in his stirring lap, cock hard against your tummy. You struggle to sit on his Substantial size, it had always felt like a train trying to ram into the station, but once stuffed snugly inside, you felt the warmth of the love between you both, Sukuna's slippery but rough grip on your hips to bounce you the water ripples with each movement, the heat from the steam, and Sukuna was overwhelming in the best ways.. Your muscles ached in reminder of recent nights; all you wanted was to give your willful lord his only wish, a family with you, a sibling for Yuji, and to make him yours. You couldn't bear to see your superhero without his cape.

And that's it. I'm so sorry, guys. I know I was supposed to have more characters, and I'm getting so burnt-out writing for this. I've been working on it for so long, and my ADHD is NOT wanting me to work on this any longer, so I am posting this with the characters I have, but I really hope you all enjoy! (Also, I think my writing has improved a lot with this, but I'd still love more tips.)

-love Bunny!