#cause and effect toys

[jambandatl]

Universal Development: Year Three - Year Four

Weeks 1-52 Week 1-4: Physical Sciences Focus Areas: Exploring basic concepts of physics through play (e.g., rolling balls down ramps). Simple experiments with water and sand to understand volume and weight. Nature walks to observe physical phenomena like gravity and motion. Week 5-8: Social Sciences Focus Areas: Learning about family, community, and basic social roles through stories and…

[lloydkin-kinlloyd]

Do I want toxic jaya that hate that their into eachother? Yeah. Do I also want jaya to not end up together and for them to stay broken up cause jay isn't the man nya fell in love with anymore and Jay's identity is so fractured he doesn't even know who he is let alone how he feels about his past and current relationships? Also yes.

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday @KelseyGrammer #kelseygrammer #actor #captainbateson #startrek #thenextgeneration #causeandeffect #beast #xmen #thelaststand #daysofthefuturepast #themarvels #frasier #cheers #wings #transformers #ageofextinction #toystory2 #anastasia #boss #FatherChristmasisback

[newmusick]

ID Photo Exhibition!

really ?

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its like crack !

thank you !

You know what really fucking Annoys Me about internet censorship is stuff like swear words being heavily censored because that's entirely an American cultural hangup being forced on the rest of us. I don't know a single country where swearing is as taboo as it is in America. In fact most languages have swear words that would have the same effect on an American as giving a Victorian chimney sweep a pepsi max cherry.

[beemovieerotica]

struggling with how to word this, but putting it out there anyway:

i can fully understand the posts on here from a lot of americans being tired of "vote blue no matter who" posts when the #1 thing that people are constantly (and sometimes only?) addressing is how the republican party is going treat trans/queer people if elected.

it's part of an unfortunate pattern of prioritizing the effects on a demographic that includes white + upper class people, when people of color and those in the global south are actively and currently being killed or relegated to circumstances in which their survival is very unlikely

it is genuinely exhausting to witness this, and i was also on the fence about even participating in voting because i a) felt like it didn't matter and b) every time i voiced being frustrated with the current state of the country, white queer people would immediately step in with "but what about trans people!" -> (i am mixed race trans man)

and i say this with unending patience toward people who do this, because i know that it's not something they actively think about. but everyone already knows how the republican party is going to treat queer people. you are probably talking to another queer person when you bring up project 2025. the issue is that, for those of us who aren't white, or for those of us who are but who are conscious of ongoing struggles for people of color worldwide, the safety of people around the world feels more urgent than our own. that is the calculation that's being made.

you're not going to win votes for the democratic party by dismissing or minimizing these realities and by continually centering (white) queer people.

very few people on here and twitter are actually talking about issues beyond queer rights that concern people of color, or how the two administrations differ on these issues instead of constantly circling back to single-issue politics. this isn't an exhaustive list. but these are the issues that have actually altered my perspective and motivated me to the point of committing to casting a vote

the biden administration has been engaged in a years-long fight to allow new applicants to DACA (Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals, the program that allows undocumented individuals who arrived as children to remain in the country) after the Trump administration attempted to terminate it. the program is in limbo currently because of the actions of Trump-backed judges, with those who applied before the ruling being allowed to stay, but no new applications are being processed. Trump has repeatedly toyed with the idea of just deporting the 1.8 million people, but he continues to change his mind depending on whatever the fuck goes on in his head. he cannot be relied on to be sympathetic toward people of hispanic descent or to guarantee that DREAMers will be allowed stay in the country. biden + a democratic controlled congress will allow legal challenges to the DACA moratorium to gain ground.

the biden administration is open to returning and protecting portions of culturally important indigenous land in a way that the trump administration absolutely does not give a fuck. as of may 2024, they have established seven national monuments with plans to expand the San Gabriel Monument where the Gabrielino, Kizh / Tongva, the Chumash, Kitanemuk, Serrano, and Tataviam reside. the Berryessa Snow Mountain is also on the list, as a sacred region to the Patwin.

i'm recognizing that the US's plans for clean energy have often come into conflict with tribal sovereignty, and the biden administration could absolutely do better in navigating this. but the unfortunate dichotomy is that there would be zero commitment or investment in clean energy under a trump-led government, which poses an astounding existential threat and destabilizing force to the global south beyond any human-to-human conflict. climate change has caused and will continue to cause resource shortages, greater natural disasters, and near-lethal living conditions for those in the tropics - and the actions of the highest energy consumers (US) are to blame. biden has funneled billions of dollars into climate change mitigation and clean energy generation - trump does not believe that any of it matters.

i may circle back to this and add more as it comes up, but i'm hoping that those who are skeptical / discouraged / tired of the white queer-centric discourse on tumblr and twitter can at least process some of this. please feel free to add more articles + points but i'm asking for the sake of this post to please focus on issues that affect people of color.

[songbirdseung]

lie lie lie / park sunghoon

when an innocent idea of using a lie detector with your bestfriend during a sleepover causes a few life-changing secrets to come out

curious and restless, you reached for the old, beat-up lie detector toy sitting on the shelf. It was one of those cheap, unreliable gadgets your brother and his friends used to mess around with, claiming it could tell truth from lies. but with the power outage stretching longer than expected and boredom settling in, why not have a little fun?

you glanced at sunghoon, your best friend, who was slouched against the couch, absentmindedly tapping his phone screen, probably trying to conserve the last bit of battery. he looked half-asleep, completely unbothered by the lack of electricity.

"hey," you nudged his leg with your foot. "wanna play with this?"

sunghoon lifted his head slightly, eyes lazily landing on the old device in your hands. he blinked, unimpressed. "that thing? isn't it broken or something?"

you shrugged, grinning. "probably. but let’s test it out. come on, it'll be fun."

he let out a long sigh but eventually sat up, stretching his arms over his head before reaching for the lie detector. "fine, but if this thing shocks me, you're paying for my emotional damage."

you rolled your eyes playfully as you both settled in. the dim candlelight flickered between you, adding an oddly dramatic effect to the moment. with a smirk, you powered up the device, ready to uncover some so-called "truths."

"alright, sunghoon," you teased, leaning forward with mischief in your eyes. "let’s start with something simple. do you think i'm annoying?"

sunghoon scoffed, sliding his hand into the device. "that’s the easiest question ever, yes."

you gasped, feigning offense, but before you could respond, the machine let out a loud BZZT! and flashed red.

your jaw dropped. sunghoon blinked.

"oh, so i'm not annoying?" you grinned, leaning closer with a knowing look.

sunghoon cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you. "i think this thing is busted," he muttered.

but the pink dusting his ears told you otherwise.

sensing an opportunity, you grinned wider, leaning in with mischief written all over your face. “hoon, are you blushing?”

sunghoon scoffed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away from the machine. “it’s just hot in here,” he muttered, pretending to adjust the collar of his shirt.

you gasped dramatically. “liar!” you shoved the machine back toward him. “okay, okay, let’s ask something juicier.”

sunghoon rolled his eyes but placed his hand back into the detector, sighing. “fine. go on.”

you tapped your chin, thinking of something that could really make him sweat. “hmm… do you have a crush on anyone?”

sunghoon’s face remained unreadable. “no.”

the machine whirred for a second before flashing BZZT! red light blinking aggressively.

your eyes widened. “oh.”

sunghoon froze. “what? no way. this thing is broken.”

but you were already buzzing with excitement, sitting up straighter. “hoon, this thing only goes off when someone is lying!”

“i told you it’s busted.” he crossed his arms defensively, avoiding your gaze.

“okay, okay,” you said, trying to contain your grin. “so who’s the lucky person?”

“no one.”

BZZT!

you burst out laughing. “oh my god! hoon, stop lying!”

sunghoon groaned, running a hand through his hair. “this is so dumb.”

“no, you’re dumb for thinking you could fool me!” you smirked. “okay, next question. is it someone we both know?”

sunghoon hesitated. “… no.”

BZZT!

your jaw dropped. “wait, wait, wait. does that mean it’s—”

“we’re done here,” sunghoon declared, yanking his hand out of the machine and standing up so quickly he nearly knocked over a candle.

“hoon! you can’t just leave me hanging!” you whined, grabbing his wrist before he could escape.

he sighed, rubbing his temples. “you’re going to be annoying about this, aren’t you?”

you beamed. “oh, absolutely.”

sunghoon sighed again, longer this time. then, without a word, he reached forward and flicked your forehead.

“ow! what was that for?”

“for being nosy,” he muttered, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

you rubbed your forehead, pouting. “so? are you gonna tell me or not?”

sunghoon bit the inside of his cheek, his gaze flickering toward you for a brief second before looking away.

“maybe one day,” he said softly.

your breath hitched. the way he said it. it wasn’t teasing or dismissive. it was almost… sincere.

before you could process it, the power suddenly came back on, the bright light making you both squint.

sunghoon cleared his throat, stepping away. “looks like our entertainment’s over.”

you watched him carefully, heart pounding a little too fast. maybe—just maybe—this dumb little lie detector test wasn’t so dumb after all.

[bunnis-monsters]

Experimenting

Male!Vampire Scientist x Fem!Experiment Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 18th

Oct 17

Oct 19

summary: when a vampire needs a source of unlimited blood, he turns to science. You’re his experiment, and a bit spoiled…

warnings: blood drinking, cock warming, male lead is a bit manipulative

a/n: shut up if I have any spelling mistakes 🙏 I’m trying to catch up

You let out an annoyed whine as he poked his head into your room. You were in the middle of a movie, eating a snack.

“Darling~”

He walked in, throwing his lab coat aside and jumping into your bed. The man had a habit of coming to you after a long day in the lab, being clingy and over baring.

“H-hey, don’t jump in my bed before you wash up!”

You pouted, squirming as he pulled you on his lap and rubbed his cheek against your neck.

“Oh, don’t fuss my dear… you know I just adore you, it’s hard to stay away for long.”

Before you could whine anymore, he moved his hand between your thighs, pressing against your wet panties.

“Don’t you remember who saved you? Who’s spoiled you rotten?”

You did remember.

Before you had been living on the street, hungry and barely hanging on. One night you were caught in the middle of a shoot out, and nearly died from blood loss,

He found you curled up in an alleyway, buried beneath trash and filth. You had already died, not even turning you into a vampire could bring you back…

So he used the knowledge he had gained from his research so far from both science and witchcraft to give you life.

One of the side effects was that you overproduce blood, and had to be drained daily. It was a happy surprise, and he decided to keep you for himself as his blood bag.

You were kept in a sterile section of his lap, your bed a plain cot and your food some sort of nutritional mush.

It was hardly the place for a girl… but it would do. You were just an experiment, after all.

That had been his idea at first, to keep you in his laboratory and feed from you every once in a while… but he grew fond of you quickly.

A room was decorated with your interests in mind, and he made sure you were comfortable and had everything you could ever want.

You were almost like his doll, something he could play with when he was bored. He dressed you up, kept you in a pretty room… you were his perfect, pretty little doll.

That’s what he told himself. In all reality, he truly cared for you. Once you bring someone back from death and care for them for months while they recover, you become fond of that person and want to see them thrive.

As he thought this over, your memory was a bit different.

You reached out for him to help you, and he carried you back to his lab himself, not caring that you were dirty and smelled of decay.

Your spirit watched as he carefully cleaned and stitched up your broken body, his hands gentle and caring. Even though you were simply a corpse, he still dressed you and placed a pillow under your head while he researched ways to save you at his desk.

When you woke up in your body, you were in something much softer than the ground you slept on every night. Every day you ate until you were full, and always had energy to walk around.

You weren’t hungry or cold or dirty anymore… that was enough for you, but he gave you even more! A room just for you, dressed and games and books and all the attention and love you could ever ask for…

But it was so hard to accept all of this, to really give in to being spoiled. Especially when you were crushing this hard on him…

His fangs brushed against your neck as he slipped the silk panties he bought for you aside. Lately his affections had turned from platonic to sexual, and he had been toying with you a lot.

Experimenting.

“I see… this is how wet you get when I rub here, hmm?”

He licked along your neck, eyes on your fat cunt as he flicked your clit, causing you to yelp and your hips to buck.

“H-hey…”

His cock hardened when you squirmed, your plump ass moving against his hard on. “That hurts…”

You were pouting, your face warm and flustered.

“So cute…”

He lifted your hips with ease, his cock rubbing against your cunt before he slowly lowered you into it.

Though you’d never taken cock before, he had been slowly stretching you out for weeks now, pumping his fingers in and out of you, getting you ready to take him.

You could only whine and whimper, embarrassed that it felt so good. You attempted to move, but he kept you still, his fingers toying with your clit.

“Relax, love…”

His fangs sunk into your neck, causing you to wiggle and writhe in mild discomfort, which made his cock twitch inside of you. The man continued to stimulate your clit as he fed from you.

Your soft body felt warm against him, and having your blood flowing through his felt intimate. You were connected in a way no one else could be.

As he finished up his feeding, he began lightly bouncing you, letting you ride out your orgasm as his cum spurted into your womb.

Afterwards you were tired and a bit cranky from the blood loss, so he carried you to a bath and washed you up before tucking you into bed.

Why did he do so much for you? He wasn’t sure… but you knew.

He loved you, his little experiment had become his mate and he hadn’t even noticed yet.

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[theveryworstthing]

7th Headless Haunting: The Invisible Woman

A ghost's appearance can change over time depending on the emotional connection to their former lives. This change is involuntary and inconsistent. For some, their form shifts to mirror the cause of their death, or emphasizes some other lasting trauma. Others shift into a metaphorical representation of how they view themselves. But most just look like their living forms until time makes the details slip away. Because if there's no one left to remember them properly, and they can't really remember themselves, that can trigger a disconnection from their physical past. This disconnect causes the "sheet ghost" effect, as the soul loses the shape of its previous container.

It's a sad thing, catching a glimpse of a soul losing their face. But that's part of the cycle of life and death. Everything changes. Everything fades.

Sometimes that fading is even done on purpose.

Morgan doesn't call herself Morgan anymore because she doesn't want to metaphysically dox herself.

Through the efforts of the most annoying woman she's ever met, she's become one of the most famous ghosts in the south. She did not ask for this, she does not want it, and every day she wonders how she could have possibly been charmed into a barely 3 week relationship by someone she had to politely ask to stop making tictoks in the crystal shop constantly. It was easy to blame grief and depression for the drastic lowering of standards but still. Good lord.

She realized her mistake pretty quickly, but then "Luna's" roommate supposedly kicked her out with no warning and a sick cat named Quartz. And past!Morgan, who vividly remembered how much being homeless sucked, didn't want her out on the street.

(Okay, mostly she didn't want Quartz out on the street. He was goofy and sweet and the knowledge that she liked him way more than her new girlfriend made her feel guilty.)

This was a mistake.

She opened her home to them. Payed for emergency cat surgery. Dealt with arguments over filming in the house and random strangers coming over for "guided group spiritual exploration" sessions that she wasn't allowed to be in the room for because Luna was "working". Scrubbed Luna's essential oil covered bare ass marks off of her kitchen counters. And in return, she got this woman inviting something into her home.

One night while Luna was out with friends, it came into Morgan's bedroom and left her head on the other side of the house.

She never figured out exactly what got her, but the dark twisted shape made sure to find her terrified spirit before it left, and she could feel its irritation as it inspected her. She wasn't the right target. Luna owed a dept that she probably didn't even comprehend to something very pissed off.

All this would have been bad enough, but none of it was really worth being a ghost about. She'd had worse relationships, and since grandma was gone, almost all of her loved ones were dead anyway, so she really should have left.

But what about Quartz?

 She was the one handling all of his post operative care, and after watching Luna forget time after time to feed him or give him his meds or even really pay attention to him when he wasn't serving as a cuddly toy to cry on or an aesthetic set piece for videos, she decided to hang around until he was either stable or dead.

Which is how she found out about the haunted house tours.

Luna had been doing this for a while. It seems that every place she had ever lived was "haunted" and she made sure that the internet knew about all the trials and tribulations of being so spiritually gifted in a world filled with such trauma laden souls. She'd been kicked out of her last place for having a pretend spectral affair with her former roommate's dead best friend, and when she moved it didn't take a day for her to "sense something..." and start secretly profiting off of made up shit about Morgan's grandmother.

But now that Morgan was dead she had a goldmine on her hands. The gory, violent, locked room mystery death of a fairly attractive woman wearing nothing but a low cut night gown was already pretty good, but add in the lesbian romance, Morgan's family history, and the fact that Luna's True Love had recently Saved her from an Abusive Environment and Certain Homelessness? Well, that's money baby.

Morgan's friends, bless 'em, had stopped Luna from livestreaming the funeral, and got as many pictures of her body taken down as they could.

Sadly, the fundraiser to purchase her family home for "spiritual conservation" was successful.

She had no idea that her following was that big.

She really should have checked.

Anyway.

Because of Luna she's spent the last 8 years being stalked by the living. Strangers pay to sleep in her bed and record the ambient noises of her room hoping she'll show up and talk to them. They buy books made of private poetry stolen from her journals. They demonize her dead family members and speculate on horrific abuse that didn't happen because "if you pay attention to how she dressed/read between the lines in her writing, there are clues she had serious daddy issues".

Recently, there was a shitty romance novel published based on her death, implying that whatever killed her was simply mad with lust and wanted to make her his dark bride in hell.

Yes "his". Her proxy was straight in that one.

And way slimmer.

That's a reoccurring thing that she tries not to think about too hard.

But the point is that all this mess keeps her from moving on. She just... can't. She spends all her time trying to sabotage Luna's grift as best she can. She exposes all the little tricks Luna uses during her seances to show she's not talking to anyone. She actively keeps other spirits away from the house just in case any of the ghost hunting gear people haul into her living room actually works (it doesn't but better safe that sorry). She never speaks just in case a recording picks something up and she's thrown away chunks of identifying features like her face and most of her tattoos so that if she is spotted, she's harder to identify.

She's spent years staging the most intensive anti-haunting she possibly can.

Quartz died 6 months ago and walked right past the entrance to the rainbow bridge to settle in her lap, just like old times. He tries to lead her away from the house a lot. Into the sunrise, towards her grandma's loud bright laughter and the bustling sounds of a family reunion in full swing.

She wants to follow him so badly.

She just.

Can't.

[meganegatari]

Bro I literally eat up ur writing every time😭can u do ellie using a vibe on u?

before you read.

☆: KILLING 3 BIRDS W ONE STONE HEHE. i feel these all go well, so why not. sorry for the insane wait, and the wildly lazy writing...me putting this off forever only to bang out a crappy blurb in like 2 mins...also can't stick to a single aesthetic WHATEVA.

◇: vibrator use, fingering, porn w/out plot (sawry), dom-ish ellie (but she's still kinda silly), overstimulation, squirting, aftercare at the end (all r! recieving).

"you can take it, doin' so good." she murmurs under her breath, her face contorted in concentration.

you squeal when ellie presses the vibrator hard against your poor, overworked clit, the sensations almost too much to bear. but no matter how overwhelming it may be, it's still so mind numbingly good. the device has been set on a mode midway for the past...however long, and you've completely lost count of how many times she's made you cum thus far. for all you knew, it could have been well into the double digits, and she didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

ellie’s eyes were dark, low with blown out pupils. they remain trained on you, flickering between observing your facial expressions, your squirming body, covered in a shiny layer of sweat, and what's going on under her hands. "...ellie, hold on...wait." you gasp out, struggling to catch your breath.

she detaches the device from you, her tattooed hand traveling up your body, settling on the side of your face to cup your cheek, and wipe away a stray tear that had escaped from your eye. "need a break, babe?" she says, her gaze softening. that honey voice she puts on, featuring a light domineering timbre, it immediately makes you wet all over again and you whimper quietly, bucking your hips up in pursuit of more stimulation. she notices—of course she does, observant as a fox—and her lips stretch into a sneer, "yeah that's what i thought, still need more." she chuckles, before thrusting the tip of the toy back onto your swollen clit, biting her lip when she watches you arch backward, mantras of her name and pleas falling from your lips.

her free hand, which was previously resting on your knee, flies down the inside of your parted thighs, grazing the heated skin, and she teases your hole with two digits, eagerly observing the reactions. she quickly stuffs her middle two fingers inside with ease, slick and pearly cum leaking down her slender knuckles. curling upwards to massage your g-spot, the pleasure is causing explosions of colors to appear in your vision, your eyes are filling with tears once again.

"just gimme one more, okay?" ellie orders gently, clicking buttons to increase the intensity of the vibrator even more, and you nearly shriek. out of instinct your legs fight to close around her hands, but she's quick to push your knee to the side again, tutting. "nuh-uh, don't do that. just one more. say the safeword if you really want me to stop, alright?" you open one eye and nod meekly at her, and she resumes. within no time at all you feel the brink of orgasm swell in your lower abdomen once more, your legs trembling at every purr of the toy. and she can tell as well by the way you're whining and panting, all with a fucked out, lazy smile playing on your face.

silent moans trapped in your throat, you feel the blinding ecstasy overtake your body, blacking out your senses for a moment. she has lessened the setting to work you through it effectively, all while muttering sweet praises throughout.

"god, look at that." she whispers in awe once it's over, discarding the device on the floor and rubbing her hands across your legs to ease the tension in your thighs, making sure you're okay. she hovers over you to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then over your entire face, grinning when she hears you laugh.

her goofy tone returns, "fuckin' squirted all over me, baby. we'll clean up just gimme a sec." she cuddles up to you, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck, sighing and softly stroking the top of your head. "next time we'll do a couple more, make a new personal best, whaddaya think?"

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[dreamersparacosm]

Girl we need a smut blurb for them , im talking wild sex . I’ll take anything I know they’re both freaked out

well, well, well. you put two overachievers in a bed and what’s going to happen? magic, that’s what. or maybe he’ll just use your vibrator as part of your scheduled stress relief. whatever.

the price of desire — epilogue blurb 3!

prompt ; in which stress relief takes on a whole new definition.

warnings ; sex toy usage, fingering, jungkook cums in his pants

There are worse problems to have, you tell yourself.

Ever since you and Jungkook officially started dating, things have gotten a little… out of hand (and by “out of hand,” you mean fucking each other senseless across multiple continents.)

Obviously it started in New York and Seoul. Then it was Paris. You two dabbled in exhibitionism during a trip to Bali. Now it’s whatever remote, paparazzi-proof destinations your travel agent nervously books for you at 2 in the morning.

Hotels, apartments, rental cars, bathrooms you’re pretty sure were not designed to withstand the kind of behavior you’re inflicting on them. At this point, it’s becoming a global crisis. International security agencies may want to get involved.

It’s getting so frequent, so mind-numbingly good, that you’re starting to worry about yourself a little. Like, is it normal to see god every weekday?

Unclear.

But it is nice, really nice, to relieve that stress that weighs on you after a workday. (And god knows you have plenty of that to go around.)

Jungkook is, if nothing else, very committed to the cause. He takes care of you painfully well, as if it’s his full-time job and the only acceptable performance review is your legs shaking too hard to stand.

Case in point: you’re currently spread out across your bed in New York, lips swollen from a makeout, hair damp from the bath he ran for you, and he’s kneeling between your legs, big palms dragging slow strokes up and down your thighs.

It's a perfect Wednesday night, all safe and soft and steady until he drops his suggestion into the quiet.

“Let me use the vibrator on you, baby.”

Your brain, already half-melted from the hour-long slow burn he’s been subjecting you to, scrambles for purchase.

You are not equipped for this on a Wednesday night. Especially not after a 14 hour workday, 2 back-to-back global strategy calls, and a last minute crisis involving a Calvin Klein store opening in Shanghai.

You open your mouth to respond, yet nothing makes its way out.

Jungkook smiles at you with amusement and reaches over to the nightstand like it’s the most casual thing in the world. As if he didn’t casually drop a bomb into the atmosphere of your previously scheduled stress-relief session.

With bulging eyes, you observe as he pulls open the drawer, rummages around for a second, and then holds up your light purple vibrator in his hands.

The device is small and sleek, manages to look mockingly innocent resting in his palm.

You stare at it, then at him, mouth working like a fish suddenly introduced to the concept of air.

"I—" You stutter eloquently.

He responds with that signature grin, the one that makes you want to throw a pillow at his face and climb him like a tree. "Come on, baby," he coaxes, "You said you were stressed. Think of this as... advanced relaxation techniques."

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. "This wasn't exactly what I meant by 'stress relief.'"

"What's the worst that could happen?" he asks innocently, setting the vibrator down beside you before leaning close to press a kiss against your inner knee. "You enjoy yourself too much?"

"The audacity," You roll your eyes, trying and failing to suppress the shiver his touch sends up your spine.

"It’s like.. a scientific experiment," he continues, trailing featherlight kisses up your thigh. "Testing the effects of a vibrator on stress."

"Did you just turn my vibrator into a science fair project?"

His laugh rumbles against your skin. "I'm innovative like that. Always thinking about my subject’s satisfaction."

"You’re not selling it," You sigh but there's no heat behind it.

"I'm persistent," he corrects, looking up at you with darkened eyes. "And also extremely dedicated to your wellbeing. Just say yes."

You can’t look at him. With his mess of black hair falling over his forehead, with his eyes displaying a glint of mischief and the stupid Calvin Klein white t-shirt that drives you crazy. He’s so fucking hot, and it brings you to the brink of temporary insanity. That’s how you got in this mess in the first place.

What you need to be doing is saying no. Set some kind of a boundary. Be a strong, independent woman who does not immediately fold at the suggestion of midweek sex toy experimentation.

You do none of those things. Rather, you sigh and flop back against the pillows, one arm flung dramatically over your eyes.

“Fine,” you mutter like he’s inconveniencing you. “Whatever. Just don’t break my toy.”

You hear him laugh, a rich velvety rumble that vibrates through you while the mattress dips beneath his weight as he repositions himself closer to your core.

Before you even take your next breath, he’s kissing up your thighs, hands stroking the backs of your knees, your calves, your hips.

The vibrator hums to life; it’s soft at first, a low sound and your stomach flips violently.

Curiosity compels you to emerge from behind your self-imposed blindfold just in time to witness his gaze fixed upon you. He is a hungry man, you’ll give him that much.

Which leads you to your next thought: you’re not even sure why you bothered putting on underwear after the bath. A small, defeated part of you wants to blame some lingering sense of dignity, some naive attempt at not being completely easy just because your boyfriend washed your hair like a Disney prince and kissed your shoulder after.

Whatever weak attempt at decency you made is long gone the second Jungkook hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and starts dragging them down. Thumbs brushing over the dip of your hips like he’s memorizing every line, every secret part of you he already owns.

The cotton peels away from your thighs, and the cool air hits your core, makes you shiver. He works them down over your knees, then your ankles, tossing them somewhere behind him without a second thought.

You’re already squirming a little, hips shifting against the mattress, thighs clenching reflexively, but he just chuckles under his breath before reaching for the hem of your oversized T-shirt. (Technically his T-shirt. Technically yours now. He stopped fighting that battle months ago.)

Slowly, he pushes it up, bunching it around your waist, exposing the soft skin of your belly, the slick glistening between your legs that you’re trying very hard not to feel embarrassed about.

A single finger gets dragged between your folds, dipping into the mess he’s barely even touched you to create, and you can’t help the broken little gasp that escapes your mouth. “Oh—“

Jungkook lifts his hand and holds it up between you. Your slick clings to his finger. Shining in the soft light your lamp provides.

The bastard. How dare he provide proof of your demise.

He raises a brow smugly. “Already this wet, baby?” He teases.

You glare at him, or at least try, but it’s hard to summon the proper outrage when your body is practically vibrating with need.

“Shut the fuck up,” You grumble.

He laughs and settles himself back between your thighs. The toy hums softly beside you, still on the lowest setting and when he picks it up again, your stomach nearly exits your body.

He strokes the inside of your thigh with his free hand, “Ready?” He asks. Jungkook’s always been sure to consent; you do know he’s genuinely asking for permission.

You nod, frantic, willing to sell your soul if he would just please, please touch you already.

Oh god.

Oh fuck.

For the love of everything holy.

You jolt forward violently the second the vibrator touches your clit. Even on the lowest setting it’s too much, white-hot pleasure snapping up your spine and exploding behind your eyes.

“Fuck—” You gasp, whole body twitching, hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

A string of curse words falls out of your mouth before you can stop them, completely and deliriously out of your control.

Jungkook smiles, presses his palm flat against your thigh to pin you down. “You’re so sensitive tonight,” He notes, somewhat amused.

You might cry. God damn him for being so perfect to you that he’s holding a vibrator to you and not making comments about how “he could do it better.”

You settle for grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets and moaning helplessly when he adjusts the angle slightly, nudging the vibrator a little higher until your hips are jerking against the mattress.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing slow circles into your thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

Alright, you’re not afraid to admit — maybe you didn’t care much for his definition of stress relief before.

But now? Now you need it more than anything.

You’re a mess; panting, moaning, hips twitching up and it’s still on the lowest setting.

You risk a glance down your body, and the sight nearly undoes you. Jungkook is watching you intensely, brows drawn, lip ring caught between his teeth, arms flexing where he’s bracing you open.

The look on his face alone could make you finish.

“Please,” you gasp. “M-More.”

He nods once, like he’s been waiting for you to ask. “Yeah, baby?” he’s clearly out of breath, thumb brushing over your thigh in grounding circles. “I got you.”

Jungkook clicks the vibrator up to the medium setting, and the second the stronger vibration hits your clit, your back arches clean off the bed, a cry ripping from your throat. There’s a hum that comes from low in his throat while he presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“You’re so good for me,” He says against your skin. “So desperate already. Bet you could cum just like this, couldn’t you? Just from how good it feels?”

His tattooed fingers squeeze your flesh harder, holding you open, keeping you steady, and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to sob, truthfully.

Jungkook drags the vibrator in slow circles over your clit, keeping you teetering right on the edge before mercifully setting it down beside you. You barely have time to breathe before he’s spitting into his hand and sliding two fingers between your thighs.

The second he pushes them inside your entrance, you buck violently, a whine tearing out of your mouth. “F-fuck—”

You feel impossibly full already, walls clenching around the stretch, the slick sounds embarrassingly loud in the otherwise silent room.

Jungkook groans mostly to himself, head dropping forward to watch where he’s sinking into you.

“God, baby,” he exhales, curling his fingers in that way that makes your toes curl too. “You’re so fucking wet.“

You moan helplessly. Obviously, the man must be trying to kill you. A death wish of sorts. He works his fingers inside you, dragging them along that sweet spot that has you keening into the mattress before reaching over with his free hand to flick the vibratot back on.

He sets it to the highest setting — and holy mother — you nearly catapult off the bed. The intense, overwhelming buzz against your clit paired with the slow pump of his fingers inside you is absolutely lethal.

You choke on some form of a gasp, thighs jerking. All thoughts of work, stress, the world outside this room — gone. Obliterated.

Jungkook, flushed and sweaty, arm veins flexing with every stroke of his fingers, can’t take his eyes off the mess you’re making on your sheets beneath you.

Your thighs are trembling violently now, little spasms you can’t control. You try — god, you want it noted you do try — to keep your hips still, to hold off a little longer.

But the man is evidently on a mission. Fingers fucking into you deep and steady, the vibrator merciless against your clit, voice rougher than normal: “Cum for me, baby. I wanna see it. Wanna feel you cum all over my fingers. Please.”

You’re way past the point of rational thought. Spinning out. Every nerve ending burning hot under your skin.

“Fuck—” you sob. “Kook— I’m gonna— oh fuck, fuckfuck—”

Neither of you get to find out what you’re “gonna” before the orgasm tears through you viscerally, a full-body convulsion that has you crying out and grabbing onto his wrist.

Your toes curl involuntarily against the sheets while your thighs close around his head, stomach muscles clenching before your whole body lets itself fall into the pleasure.

For one disorienting moment, your vision actually blurs at the edges — a genuine blackout that some doctor could probably explain but you're certainly in no condition to contemplate — while somewhere in the distance you hear yourself gasping his name in a way that makes you grateful these walls are soundproof.

You’re panting when it finally ebbs, chest heaving, pussy clenching desperately around his fingers. Jungkook presses a kiss to your thigh again, slowly eases his fingers out and shuts off the vibrator that's become both your nemesis and savior in the span of minutes.

There’s a quiet that feels almost startling compared to your thundering heartbeat.

You’re floating somewhere, the bed seeming to perform a gentle carousel spin around you when he grabs your face gently with both hands and kisses you. You kiss him back automatically, pulling him closer by the front of his shirt.

Through the haze, you murmur against his mouth, “Take your sweatpants off. Wanna fuck you.”

He responds with a groan, pressing his forehead against yours. Insistently, you tug at the waistband, whining a little when he resists.

“Come on,” you mumble, still half-drunk off your orgasm. “I need you.”

He makes a choked sound and pulls back to look you in the eye. His body moves to lean against your headboard, and you scooch over to kiss down his neck while he tries to come up with whatever excuse he can.

And then comes the confession, tripping awkwardly from his lips. “I… uh…”

Your eyes narrow into spiteful little slits, pulling away from him.

He winces, a full-body cringe that would be adorable under other circumstances but currently only amplifies your confusion.

“I… I came already,” He confesses, so low you almost don’t catch it.

Jeon Jungkook? The Jeon Jungkook… came in his boxers like a teenage virgin.. from using your vibrator against you?

You blink repeatedly, brain attempting to process this unexpected plot twist.

“What?” You say dumbfounded.

He covers his face with one large hand in the universal gesture of mortification, ears betraying him by flushing a deep crimson even in the room's low light.

“You— you… came? Just from—?”

Your boyfriend groans, clearly exploring the possibility of spontaneous human combustion as a merciful escape route.

“You looked so good,” he murmurs into his palm. “I couldn’t— fuck, I tried to hold it—”

You stare at him for another second. Then, completely against your will, you burst out laughing. It spills out in waves that are equal parts exhaustion, affection, and perhaps a whisper of mockery, but your attempts to suppress it prove to be futile.

Jungkook glares at you weakly through his fingers.

“You’re an idiot,” you giggle, “My idiot.”

He grumbles something unintelligible while pulling you firmly against his chest, a transparent attempt to muffle your laughter and hide his reddening face but your giggles persist. At some point, you do take the opportunity he presents to nestle your face into the warm crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, a chuckle exiting once every few minutes.

All things considered?

Not a bad way to spend a Wednesday night. Not bad at all.

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[jambandatl]

Universal Development: Year One - Year Two

Expanded Curriculum Focus 1. Integrate Technology Mindfully: Utilize interactive e-books or apps that allow your child to interact with the story by touching parts of the screen to hear sounds or change images. This can enhance his engagement and make reading time even more dynamic. Consider short, child-friendly videos that tie into your weekly themes, like watching real animals for “Animal…

[abusivegymrat]

Being Simon’s fuck. But you’re not the type to scream and cry and beg.

warning; “whore”, “bitch”, unprotected p in v sex, dominant reader, poorly written brain dump at 2 am, spitting, not proofread, longer than intended but still short, mommy kink, “ma/mama” (sry mama @lay-z and her version of simon with a mommy kink stroke something hidden in me)

You’re the type to sit back and enjoy as he goes through a whole cardio routine trying to pleasure you, closing your eyes and mumbling “shit” when he hits the right spot. Silent, so silent because you hold your breath Simon is doing whatever the fuck he can do make you moan.

He’s over the moon when you whimper, and preparing for his next load when you moan with closed lips, as if tasting your mom’s cooking and not having his cock at your throat, bruising your cervix and creating a bulge in your stomach.

“Fuck” you whisper to yourself, barely even making a sound, just your sweet lips moving slightly. But he’s looking at you like you hung the stars, eyes hooded, swimming in his own pleasure as he pushes his body harder than he ever did.

If it wasn’t for you clenching around him, he’d think you were on the verge of asking “is it in yet” and laugh in his face.

You sigh and turn your head to the side, your hair now draped over your gorgeous face. You’re the first person he doesn’t have the audacity to grab by the hair and pull or wrap his fingers around their throat.

He’s still drilling into your pussy like a mean, mean guy, trying to keep the 120 mph pace he’s set to impress you. You’re not kicking and clawing at him like any other chick would. It’s arousing.

When you dig your nails in his back, it’s so harsh it causes him to bleed. The pain sends a wave of something dark and unspoken through his spine, you feel him twitch inside you with it.

You wrap your arm around his neck and pull him closer, whispering in his ear. “Go slower, Im there.”

He chokes on a gasp, almost cums from hearing you speak like that. But he obeys, slowing his pace, allowing you to feel every stroke of his humongous prick and fuck— ain’t this guy a beast. He’s the best one you’ve ever had, not that you’d ever make it obvious to him but he’s good.

Maybe it’s just his cock, or maybe he’s good at sex too. Whatever it is, you’re enjoying yourself. That’s what matters.

His cock drags in and out of you, your folds making a squelching noise every time so. And you lean in again, and choke on something. He doesn’t know what it is. He can’t hear the rest of it. All he knows is that it was a curse that sounded so much like the dirtiest talk he fucking busted.

He’s lucky you followed close after, or it would be embarrassing.

You gasp, sucking on his neck to muffle a groan, and he fucking bursts another load into you.

Then you slide away from under him, climbing on top before he gets the chance to speak. And sit pretty on his cock without letting it soften, bouncing on it like a damn trampoline.

You hook your lips with his, riding him like you have the goddamn fbi on your tail, occasionally grunting or huffing and puffing in his ear, causing him to twitch.

You know the effect you have on him, so you toy with it.

“Does that feel good? Y’like that, yeah?”

“Yes mama, damn it feels so good— fu-fuuuucckkk!”

You slow down when he tries to speak, spitting in his mouth and plunging a thumb in there, pressing down when you feel like a response is on the tip of his tongue.

“You feel that? Feel m’pussy swallowing your cock?”

“D-deep mama—“

“That’s right. Feel every inch. Every.”

Plop.

“Single.”

Plop.

“Fucking.”

Plop.

“Inch.”

“Shit!” He groans, his head thrown back. “Shit, shit, shit, shit—“

He starts to repeat your name like a prayer as he quivers, his whole body convulses, you press two palms on his chest to keep him still.

“T-too much ma— fuck! Too much… too- shit!”

He’s almost hyperventilating, his orgasm is like a train hitting the both of you. You feel the pressure of his semen squirting up into your walls and you laugh.

“Damn Lieutenant, had no idea you were a nasty little bitch.”

He pants, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“And you’re more than a silent mouth and a tight cunt. Possessive fucking whore. All because I looked at another girl wrong?”

“She was giving you the doe eyes!”

“Baby, she was literally the lunch lady!”

Oh wait. You forgot he’s your boyfriend.

Very sorry for this shitty writing but this had to be discarded off my system asap for me to go to sleep

[fayevalentiinee]

You’re sick, your weekend plans with your boyfriend are ruined, and now Gojo Satoru is on a mission to “take care” of you.

You didn’t know what to expect after telling Gojo Satoru—your boyfriend of almost a year—that you couldn’t hang out this weekend.

"But whhyyyyyy—"

His voice rang out loud and dramatic through the phone, making you grimace as you quickly pulled it away from your ear. God, he could really whine when he wanted to.

“Satoru, calm down,” you said, your voice stuffy as you tugged at the edge of your blanket, curled up miserably in bed. “I’m sick. I think I caught a cold or something.”

Just your luck. You’d been looking forward to this date for weeks—one of the few weekends where you were both free. Now here you were, nose red and raw from all the wiping, stuck sneezing under layers of blankets.

“I’ll probably scare off everyone with my coughing fits,” you added with a weak chuckle. “Can we postpone it?”

There was a pause on the other end.

And then... he hung up.

You stared at your phone, confused. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. Was he really that upset?

Sure, it was sudden, but it’s not like you were lying. You would never cancel a date with him unless you absolutely had to—

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang, interrupting your spiral of thoughts.

You blinked, groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed. It was still early, and you couldn’t imagine who’d be at the door right now. Wrapped tightly in your blanket like a sad little burrito, you sniffled and shuffled to the door, already tired from just standing up.

When you opened it, you barely had a moment to register who it was before two strong arms wrapped around you.

"Satoru?" you croaked, voice hoarse and thick with congestion.

“Yep,” he said, nuzzling the top of your head like a cat. “In the flesh. The very kissable, very charming, very—”

“Very loud,” you mumbled into his chest, too tired to push him away. “What are you doing here?”

“Emergency boyfriend duties,” he replied, pulling back just enough to hold up the plastic bag in his hand. “I've brought medicine, three different flavors of soup, two types of juice, tissues with aloe, and—” he reached into his pocket and proudly held up a tiny frog plushie, “a new emotional support animal.”

You blinked. “...You bought me a frog?”

“I didn’t buy it. I rescued it. From the depths of the convenience store toy rack.”

Despite how miserable you felt, a laugh bubbled up in your chest. “You’re such an idiot.”

“An idiot in love,” he corrected with a wink, brushing a thumb under your nose to clean off a smudge. “You looked like Rudolph just now.”

You groaned, hiding your face in his shirt. “Don’t look at me, I’m gross.”

“You’re adorable,” he said without missing a beat, gently scooping you up bridal-style.

You let out a small squeak. “Satoru!”

“Shhh. Sick people don’t get to protest,” he said, already walking you back toward your bed like it was a royal carriage. “You’re officially banned from standing. Your legs? Useless. I’m your chauffeur now.”

“I just walked to the door five minutes ago—”

“Too much. I’ve seen enough. Sit down, shut up, drink soup.”

“You are so dramatic.”

He grinned as he gently lowered you onto the bed and tucked the blanket around you like he was swaddling a baby. “You knew what you signed up for when you started dating me.”

You snorted. “I didn’t think I’d be dating a personal nurse.”

“Excuse you, I’m the hottest nurse you’ll ever see.”

You coughed into your sleeve, already giggling through it. “Okay, Nurse Gojo. Just don’t mess up the soup.”

He looked offended. “I was going to microwave it with love.”

You shot him a look.

“...Fine. I’ll follow the instructions this time. Happy?”

You leaned back into your pillows, watching him shuffle off to your kitchen, already causing a racket as he dramatically opened drawers he didn’t need to open.

He returned quickly with your soup. Sure, a homemade one might’ve worked better for the healing effect, but you’d long since learned that Gojo Satoru should never be trusted in the kitchen—a lesson burned into your memory along with the image of your kitchen looking like it had survived a food-based war.

You grimaced at the memory.

The soup tasted vaguely like instant ramen, and you were pretty sure he couldn’t tell the difference between a nutrient-packed, cold-fighting remedy and a comfort soup meant purely for vibes. Still… the effort? Very much appreciated.

Especially when he was sitting at your bedside, carefully watching you sip each spoonful like it was a sacred ritual.

He took pictures of you in your miserable state, snapping away from every angle. Of course, he zoomed in on your red nose, making sure to capture the full reindeer effect.

"Satoru..." You tried to say sternly, but it came out more like a half-hearted whine when you saw his cute grin, clearly enjoying the pictures he was taking way too much.

"What! You look adorable. I couldn't resist," he said, glancing down at his phone with a proud grin before looking up at you again.

"Hey," he began, clearly oblivious to the fact that you were too tired to scold him, "which do you think is better for an Instagram caption—'Get well soon, babe' with a sick emoji, or 'Get well soon, babe' with a heart emoji?"

You blinked, momentarily stunned by his absolute lack of shame. “You’re really going to post about this?”

Despite the pounding in your head and the tissues shoved under your pillow, a smile tugged at your lips.

You still felt awful but with Satoru around, maybe being sick wasn’t so bad.

"With the heart emoji one is better..." You mumbled under your breath, sinking further into the blanket.

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[seoulmatez]

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽

short scenarios in which you turn the blue lock boys on.

itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser x reader (separate) ﾉ 1.4 wc total ﾉ nsfw (MDNI!) ﾉ fingering ﾉ oral (m!receiving) ﾉ allusions to penetrative sex

₊˚ପ⊹ ITOSHI RIN

Waking up without you in bed is a rare occurrence for Rin. It's normal for him to rise before you and your absence would have worried him if it weren’t for the noise coming from the kitchen. He tosses the comforter aside, swinging his legs over the mattress before pulling a pair of sweats out from his dresser. After the elastic is tied neatly, he starts toward the kitchen where he’s sure he’ll find you.

Sure enough, the refrigerator is open and most of your figure is hidden behind the door. The sound of his approaching footsteps makes your head turn. You greet him with a smile. “Good morning, Rin.”

“Morning,” he returns.

“Want some coffee?” you ask, closing the door of the fridge with your hip. The action warrants Rin a good view of you. To his surprise, you’re wearing his dress shirt from last night. Only a few buttons are clasped in the middle, leaving your collarbone and the top of your chest on display. The shirt just barely covers your ass and he can see a peek of your pink, lacey panties beneath the garment.

“Earth to Rin. Coffee?” you ask with a laugh, sparing him a glance from your place in front of the counter. You can tell his mind is elsewhere when he still fails to respond and, instead, walks over to stand behind you. Your task becomes much more difficult when his arms wrap around you, lithe fingers dropping to toy with the hem of your panties.

The cool feel of his fingers creeping between your legs makes you shiver and causes you to think of the night before when they were buried in your cunt and rubbing sweet circles against your clit. You don’t remember how many times he had you come undone on just his fingers before he pulled out his cock. You abruptly clear your throat in a weak attempt to concentrate on the topic at hand. “Still waiting for an answer, Rin.”

He hums against your neck, pressing himself closer to you, effectively trapping you between the counter and his body. It’s impossible to ignore the feel of his erection against your ass and any intention you have to focus on breakfast is out the window. “Coffee can wait, I want you now.”

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU RYUSEI

Steam seeps from the bathroom as you open the door, soft hums filling the silence of your shared bedroom while you grab the bottle of lotion from your vanity. A dip at the end of the mattress draws shidou’s magenta eyes up from his phone, to your mostly naked figure. Other than the short, fluffy towel wrapped around your torso, the expanse of your skin is on display.

That much catches his attention but the water dripping down from wet hair is what keeps it. Small drops of moisture roll down your neck and over the top of your breasts before soaking into the fabric of the towel. It makes Shidou imagine what lies beneath the cloth, makes him wonder if your nipples are hard and what they’d feel like between his fingers. The thoughts make the blood rush down to his dick, a smirk curling the corners of his lips upward.

You’re smoothing lotion on your legs when he meets you at the edge of the bed. There’s a look in his eyes that screams no good but you try to pay him no mind, rubbing the moisturizer into your skin. Though, it’s difficult to ignore him when his arms wrap around your waist and his lips latch onto your neck.

You lightheartedly attempt to swat him away but your efforts go unnoticed as your boyfriend continues to leave a trail of kisses up your pulse. A large hand comes up from your midsection to paw at your tits.

“Ryusei.” His name is meant to come out firmly but your voice is a lot more breathy than it was supposed to be. You clear your throat before continuing. “Cut it out, I just showered.”

“I'll make it quick,” Shidou breathes against your skin. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise and chips away at your resolve. You can feel his smile against you as he speaks his next words. “And I'll even pull out.”

₊˚ପ⊹ NAGI SEISHIRO

It never takes long for Nagi to get ready and he’s usually able to waste time on his phone while you finish putting yourself together. Though, today, his phone sits on the bedside table hooked up to the charger and a cloud of boredom lingers over the snowy-haired man’s head. With a sigh he turns from his spot on the bed so that he’s facing where you’re sitting at your vanity. Quietly watching you should make the time go by faster.

He isn't particularly knowledgeable about makeup, but he silently follows each of your movements, watches you pat what he thinks is blush onto your cheeks and paint your eyelashes with mascara. He doesn’t think much of it, that is, until you get to your lips.

His own part as you glide the applicator along the plump of yours, leaving a shiny gloss in its wake. It reminds him of the way your lips look when they’re smeared with his precum only moments before you take his aching cock in your mouth.

The thought alone makes his pants feel tighter. It makes him wish the two of you were doing something else right now—that your lips were sticky with something that wasn’t lipgloss. He wants to feel the warmth of your mouth around him, feel your tongue trace over each raised vein.

You catch sight of Nagi's blank stare in the reflection of your mirror. Returning the brush back to its tube, you rub your lips together before asking, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“What?” He blinks.

“You’re staring, Sei,” you tell him, meeting his eye in the mirror. “Does my makeup look bad? Is it too much?”

“No,” he clears his throat, “It’s pretty.”

You hum and nod, eyes falling to where his hand not-so-discreetly adjusts his pants. The bulge pressing against the cotton is hard to miss. You grin, spinning around on your stool to face him. “Want me to handle that before we leave?”

₊˚ପ⊹ MICHAEL KAISER

Kaiser isn’t so easily distracted, especially not when he’s on the field—even if it is merely for practice. Though, staying focused has become more difficult since you joined the team as an athletic trainer. Your presence on the field has exposed a new side of you, one that Michael hasn’t had the pleasure of seeing before but can certainly get used to.

He's supposed to be running drills now but his eyes keep drifting back to your figure on the sidelines. He can’t hear your conversation well, not unless he happens to be passing by, but from the bits he can gather, you’re not happy. Gone is the honeyed voice he’s grown used to. It’s replaced by one that’s much more firm and demanding, one that would tell anyone you mean business.

You yelling isn’t all that catches his attention—your stance does, too. Your arms are crossed against your chest, feet firmly planted in the grass. Even though you’re looking up at the man, you carry yourself as though it’s the other way around. No wonder his teammate on the receiving end of your lecturing looks so uneasy.

The thought of being in his poor teammates shoes makes the blood rush to Kaiser's cock. He can’t put his finger on why, but just imagining being at your mercy is enough to divert his attention from what he’s meant to be doing.

The moment you send the man away, Kaiser is rushing over to you, hopeful that some of your frustration from the interaction is lingering. He knows how adamant you are about keeping your personal and work life separate, so, in an attempt to be sure that you’re still a little annoyed, he approaches you from behind, wrapping you in a loose hug. “Damn, you’re sexy when you’re angry.”

“Not the time or place, Kaiser,” you grumble.

Something about you giving him the cold shoulder turns him on even more. There’s no way he’s going to be able to make it through practice in this state, not when the only thing he can think about is being beneath you.

“Come on, no one will mind if we step away for a bit.” A grin pulls at his lips with his next words. “Maybe I can help you blow off some steam.”

manon here ( ≧ᗜ≦) thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[klaus-littlestwolf]

would you make a Klaus fic, where he and reader are under a sex spell? just a sex magic fic, you can decide on the plot🥰

love your fics btw💕

Warning:Dubcon cause sex pollen, talk and use of sex toys, desperate/passionate fucking, needy Hybrid sex, brief realization of Yandere behavior at the end

‘You’re joking!’ I exclaimed, unable to unhear what Bonnie had just told me.

‘No, not at all. We need to keep you away from everyone else because this spell can potentially effect others who come in contact with you. Caroline has already said you can stay in her parents cabin, Damon is taking you there now.’ She shooed me out of the room and outside to Damon’s car.

‘Get in the back!’ He snapped as I moved to slide into the passenger seat. ‘I don’t need this shit effecting me next-‘

‘Why can’t I just stay in the cell in the basement? That way I won’t be alone…I’m scared-‘

‘Because Klaus was hit by that shit too, we don’t know if he knows what it was yet and with how desperate he is for you every other day without being bewitched, I can’t even imagine what he would do with you now.’ He explained as if I were a small stupid child and I wanted to hit him desperately.

A warlock coming after Elena (as always) for Doppelgänger blood for one of his spells had attacked us. I had grabbed a potted plant outside of the Grille and cracked it over his head which gave Elena enough time to run and find Damon, though as he whirled around to me there was suddenly an angry Hybrid standing in front of me which gave the Warlock pause.

Klaus had seemingly taken an interest in me as soon as he arrived in town and while I don’t encourage him, I’m also not cruel or mean either, which seemed to make him think he had a chance.

The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a small spell bag before dumping some pink powder into his hand and blowing it at the both of us. I couldn’t help but inhale it, only breathing in more when I began choking and hearing Klaus do the same, my eyes and nose burning as I felt his hands holding onto me. Though he was still coughing himself he checked on me (which I found very sweet), hands on my face and inspecting me before brushing the powder off of me leading to me returning the favor. He had no clue what it was and neither did I but after a quick thanks I left to find my friends and a witch to tell me what the fuck I just inhaled.

Turns out we had both been choking on a very powerful potion that people had dubbed “Sex Pollen”. Many witches used to use it several hundred years ago but most stopped once people began insisting that it led to way too many people becoming effected (since all you needed to do was injest a drop) and ending up sexually assaulting whoever came across their path. The potion is typically in a liquid form but talented witches can make it in a powder, however it is about ten times more potent.

‘Stay here, theres food and water, TV, books. Everything you could possibly need. Caroline also bought you some…play things…to help. God this is so gross, they’re in the bedroom. Get out of my car-‘

‘No! How long do I have to stay here?!’ I snapped making him roll his eyes.

‘Bonnie said in the powder form it can take several hours to kick in but it lasts a few days, though with how much you breathed in probably a week at least. Go! Before you infect me too and we really have a problem!’ I grabbed the bag that Elena had packed me and slid out of the car, walking inside and locking the door behind me with a heavy sigh.

‘Fuck All Of You Assholes!’ I screamed, hating my friends for abandoning me just so they wouldn’t suffer as well before I looked around the cabin, finding the bedroom with a large California King that was quite comfortable. I also came across a basket on the bed which contained a rechargeable wand, a 7 inch pink suction cup dildo, a butt plug and a bottle of salted caramel flavored lube. ‘Why The Fuck Was She So Thorough?!’

I set the basket aside and stripped out of my shirt and jeans as I began feeling warm, climbing into the bed under the sheet and deciding to try and take a nap before I get hit with killer horniness.

The nap didn’t last more than an hour before I woke up rolling around restlessly, my body sweating now as a hot feeling in my stomach began intensifying. I couldn’t tell you how long I laid there writhing in misery before I heard a loud knock at the door, instantly hating the world that much more.

‘What are you doing here?!’ I snapped as I finally dragged myself to the front door, moody and uncomfortable which made me unable to be kind.

‘I thought I would come and assist you. Wouldn’t want you suffering through this alone, now would we?’ Klaus asked, looking every bit as put together as always but I could see in his eyes how desperate he was. I could also see his impressive bulge tenting his jeans.

‘How did you find me? I was-never mind. Go away Klaus!’ I groaned, moving to shut the door.

‘I followed Damon, he wasn’t very careful, my guess is he didn’t much care if I found you. They just wanted you away from them before they had to suffer too, your friends that you protected sent you away to save themselves. Seems really selfish to me.’ Any other day I would disagree but with how I was feeling I couldn’t argue with him, prompting me to agree.

‘You’re right…Fuck them! Couldn’t even put me downstairs! Had to leave me all alone!’ I raged as I was overcome by a cramping pain straight down to my pussy causing me to double over.

‘Invite me in Love, let’s help each other? It’s going to be days with only brief hours of relief between…let me help you get some relief?’

‘Klaus, I can’t-‘

‘You want me just as much as I want you, don’t lie!’ He growled, eyes glowing gold now as he showed how desperate he really was, so far gone that he wasn’t able to hide it anymore.

‘It’s just this stupid magic-‘

‘No! No, I’ve wanted you since I first set eyes on you, and you…you need me too.’ His hand reached down to grab his crotch, pupils nearly swallowing his entire eye whole. ‘I can make your pussy feel so good baby, you need me! Who else could go anywhere near as long as a Hybrid, huh?’ He was right, if anyone could help me it was Klaus, especially with how pent up he is himself. ‘Please Y/n? I need to be buried in your little cunt, and you know you need it too! Your fingers can’t help you the way my cock can and I know you’ve dreamt of my cock in your needy little pussy since long before this ever happened-Fuck! I Need You! Please?!’ He begged and as I felt a rush of wetness coat my panties I whined, nodding my head. ‘Say it Y/n…Say It!’

‘Come in Klaus! Please?! I need-‘ I didn’t get to finish my statement before I was tackled to the floor with the Hybrid yanking his pants open and shoving them down enough to free himself before tearing my panties off of my body and shoving himself into me roughly.

‘So Fucking Perfect! Knew your cunt would be perfect! Tightest little cunt-Fuck! Never gonna stop fucking you baby!’

‘Yes! Don’t Stop! Fuck Klaus, your cock! So good!’ Tears leaked from my eyes as he continued thrusting into my body. The sound of skin slapping together echoing through the house and out the front door that hung on one hinge from where the Hybrid had nearly ripped it off as he entered. ‘Oh Fuck!’ I threw my head back against the carpet as my first orgasm rushed through me out of nowhere, only realizing he had finished with me when I felt the hot cum inside of me as he continued thrusting, never once even slowing down.

‘I need to feel you squeeze me again Babygirl, cum for me! Cum for your Alpha!’ The second orgasm was just as strong as the first as I came and felt his body tense up as well before he finally stilled, breathing heavily into my neck.

‘I think…we’re in trouble…’ I panted heavily and he chuckled before looking down at me, hesitating only a second before pressing his lips to mine in a soft, lovely kiss. ‘Don’t stop.’ I insisted when he pulled back, grabbing onto his neck and pressing my lips to his this time as I enjoyed our kiss.

‘This isn’t how I wanted it to happen, I wanted to take you on a date, show you how much I love you…then I was going to fuck you…wanted to make you feel so good you would never leave me again-‘

‘It’s okay, you’ve just done it backwards…you can still take me out, just after this is over because I don’t think people would appreciate you fucking me over our table.’ I teased, enjoying the genuine smile that I got from him, only ever seeing it when he looks at me which has always made me feel special.

‘That’s the spell talking-‘

‘I liked you before that you idiot! I just never really thought you were all that serious.’ I admitted, pushing him up and feeling his (once again) hard cock slide out of me as he helped me stand up.

‘How could you think that? I’ve gone out of my way to show you-your friends told you I was using you, didn’t they?’ I nodded and he huffed a heavy sigh before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into a rough kiss. ‘I love you, regardless of any doppelgänger or your awful friends. After all of this I will take you out properly, I promise…but until then-‘

‘No! No more floor fucking, there’s furniture and a bed here for a reason, no more carpet, it hurts.’ I explained, feeling the rug burn against my back and ass.

‘No more rugs, but I need you now.’ He growled, lifting me by my thighs and appearing in the bedroom instantly, dropping me onto the bed. Just as he spread my legs he paused, glancing over to the table and reaching out to grab the basket with the things Caroline had left. ‘What-‘

‘Caroline left them for me. I guess she wanted to help me since I’m all alone.’

‘Interesting…does she know you well, or not?’ He wondered, picking up the butt plug and raising his eyebrows making me blush as my body started sweating.

‘Klaus! Stop the teasing and get inside me! The cramps are starting, so if you’re not going to help me then get the Fuck out and I’ll do it my-Ah!’ I cried out, feeling the rounded end of the plug pressing to my tight hole and rubbing against it. ‘Oh God!’ Klaus took the lube bottle and squeezed a healthy amount onto the plug before tossing it to the other side of the bed and pressing it back against my ass.

‘Relax Precious, this is going to make it feel so much better!’ He promised, pushing the plug harder until it popped into my hole. Klaus could feel his cock throbbing even harder at the sight of the jewel on the end of the plug. ‘You are so fucking perfect! How do you fee-‘

‘Klaus! Please?!’ I begged, pulling him closer and yanking at his shirt before getting it off and sighing in relief at the feel of his hot skin against mine.

Klaus shoved his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, finally naked as well before taking hold of his cock and pushing himself back inside of me. ‘There you are love, feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? Both of your slutty little holes stuffed up?’

‘T-Too much-Never-‘

‘Never been so full before, I know Baby! I-Fuck!’ Suddenly as if he could no longer control himself he began thrusting into me frantically. ‘Mine! My Fucking Cunt!’ He snarled, Hybrid visage taking over as he fucked into me so hard I briefly wondered if he could shatter my pelvis like this.

‘Yes! Yours! All yours, don’t stop! Please don’t stop?!’

Y/n couldn’t have said how long Klaus continued like that. How long he thrust into her cunt at a painful speed, how many times the both of them had climaxed together while he still continued to fuck his (somehow still) hard cock into her, she couldn’t even say how many times he had buried his fangs into her throat in an effort to mark her as his like a werewolf marking his mate…and maybe he was. Odds are she was never getting away from him now-not that she wanted to.

It was a week later that Damon finally came back to the house to check on her finding the front door ripped open.

He ventured inside, not hearing anything and figuring that it was over for Y/n and who was inevitably Klaus that had torn the door off the hinges. He was prepared with jokes galore for the the drive back, excited to pick on the young girl for giving into the monster that had been after her for months but sadly he never got to use those jokes.

Damon opened the door to the bedroom to find his girlfriends friend snuggled into Klaus Mikaelson’s naked chest fast asleep. The Hybrid however seemed to have awoken as soon as he turned the doorknob, his yellow eyes finding his with an intensity that he had never seen. He bore his fangs, lifting his head and Damon (one of the only people who had never truly feared Klaus Mikaelson) was instantly terrified. It was like a bucket of ice water dumped on him, alarm bells ringing in his head declaring the danger that he is in prompting him to throw up his hands instantly. As Klaus moved to sit up, the young vampire shut the door promptly and hightailed it back to his car, peeling back down the driveway.

He doesn’t know how long that stuff will take to wear off but it definitely hasn’t yet and he would not be disturbing them again!

Y/n and Klaus were in the house for nearly 2 weeks before they felt as if their bodies were back to normal though they stayed for another week after that. No one could have imagined how close such a spell would bring them…no one except Klaus of course.

The witch he had hired to make that powder had done a wonderful job, money well spent in the Hybrids mind. The spell had worked better than he ever could have imagined and it had gotten him exactly what he wanted.

The only thing left to do was to kill the witch that had helped him and ensure that his mate never learned that he was the one who had dosed her.

He finally had his girl, he couldn’t let something so trivial ruin it.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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Sleepover at Swann's

theyre watching a slasher; swann's in awe of the special effects, autumn is vibing with swann infodumping about tom savini's whole life story. Nora is absolutely terrified meanwhile kat is vibing with Snowy

these are the sleepwear designs i had in mind, i love jem and the holograms. this is a hollowhart and pickpoet shipping blog

mini colored warmup sketches pt.1: kat having personal beef with a magic eight ball toy, theyre playing tekken 1 and autumn is kinda wiping the floor with nora meanwhile swann is entranced with the games very realistic and totally not terrifying looking graphics

bottom part is snowy meeting the girls

mini colored warmup sketches pt.2 (swann x autumn): drew autumn with her hair down, and the two cuddling and being cute dorks. I ship them cause i want them to be safe in each others arms

mini colored warmup sketches pt.2 (nora x kat): kat 'borrowed' a big giant sleeping bag from the ranch so her and nora could huddle up, i love their dynamic they're so opposite yet similar