#you down bad 🚿

[evansbby]

Sugar daddy Ari coaxing me into having babies with him and being his young housewife. At first he'd be all sweet and cute like "You'd look so cute with my babies in your, sweetheart." or "Let daddy fill you up, hm? I'll take good care of you and our baby." or "Honey, you don't need that flimsy job. You won't need it once you're carrying my baby." and youd be hesitant cause youre too young and it's too soon! Plus you worked so hard for this job! The more I resist, the more his sweet demeanor changes into something much darker. He gets all frustrated that I won't give in and devices a plan.

He contacts the place you work for and secretly sends in a fuck ton of orders. You come home with tears in your eyes and all stressed out, crying in his big arms. "See, honey? Look what I told you. My sweet girl. You don't belong out there. You belong with me. In my bed." He'd act all concerned when you nod and curl up in his arms. He places kisses all up on you and soon he has you in a mating press, pounding your cunt. You're too cock drunk to even notice that he doesn't have a condom on. This was perfect. He spends all night breeding your pussy, pressing up thoroughly against you, making sure he does the deed properly. You pass out in his arms and he makes sure to contact your workplace right after, telling them that you quit. He places a kiss right on your forehead, rubbing your belly.

He'd act all smug once you finally show him your pregnancy test in your frenzied state, "It's okay, baby. It was meant to happen sooner or later. Settle down. Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?"

--🚿🚿

I want him so bad. I need him so bad.

NO PLEASE THIS JS MY DREAM

Although I would never protest so much, bc if daddy wants me to have his babies, their immediately have his babies 😌😌😌 no questions asked bc Ari is in charge of everything and what he says goes!!!

I can totally imagine sugar daddy Ari knocking you up and making you quit your job so you’re completely dependant on him. His pregnant little baby girl, safe and sound in his penthouse apartment. He’d spoil you sooo much and take care of you sooo good 😌😌😌 he’d make you his cute little wife 😌😌🥲💖💖

[killemwithkawaii]

Dear depressed/ executive dysfunction-having/ etc. selfshipper,

Your f/o wants you to shower. 

No, not because they think you're gross or smelly, but because they know you'll feel at least a little bit better once you're clean. 

They won't judge you if its been longer than you'd like to admit since you last bathed.

They won't show revulsion when they see how unkempt your nails or hair or skin has become as a result of inadvertent neglect. 

They won't shame you or think less of you for having difficulty with doing what 'should' be a basic, simple act of self-care. Your [f/o] understands that sometimes, 'easy' things can become difficult, for one or many reasons. They love you, and all they want is for you to be comfortable and healthy. A good shower will help you with both those things. 

If [f/o]s gentle encourgement isn't enough to get you to tackle the task on your own, they're glad to help as much as you need them to- they'll turn on the water to your preferred temperature, help you undress, hold your hand to keep you steady when you step over the lip of the tub, wash your hair for you, gently scrub down wherever you're comfortable with them touching, make sure all the soap is rinsed off, gently dry you off with a fresh, soft towel, and help you get dressed in clean, sensory-friendly clothes....

"... there we go, [y/n].... it was hard at first, but it wasn't so bad once you got in, right? ... Good, I'm happy to hear that... You look like you're feeling better already..." 🚿💕

[bakubunny]

bnha & jjk: period sex

a/n: here are some mini head canons feat. various bnha & jjk characters (aged up respectively). enjoy. add #nasty hcs to your tag filters if you don’t want to see this kind of content, and i’ll see you on the next one.

throws down a couple of towels and proceeds as usual 💃

aizawa, bakugo, kirishima, yamada, midoriya, toshinori, amajiki, nanami, geto

prefers shower sex to avoid extra clean up 🚿

chisaki (overhaul), mirai (sir nighteye), sero, yamada, toji, megumi

doesn’t like it much but never complains because it makes you feel better 🩷

todoroki, tokoyami, togata, nanami, itadori, inumaki

doesn’t like it much but never complains because they still get to fuck you and make you cum 💦

todoroki, sero, shinso, gojo, megumi

has earned their red wings in more ways than one 😜

kirishima, bakugo, dabi, takami, shigaraki, amajiki, midoriya, aizawa, toga, kayama, geto, toji, sukuna

refuses because of sensory aversion and feels bad for it. gives you tons of kisses and pampers you to “make up for it” even though they don’t need to 🥺

kaminari, todoroki, shoji, chisaki, takami (rare), yamada (sometimes), inumaki, megumi

refuses with a disgusted face because “that’s a ‘woman’s problem.’ come to me when it’s over.” 😒

enji, sukuna

will rub your clit or use a vibe through your panties to give you relief 🫨

kaminari, todoroki, tokoyami, mashirao, shinso, kirishima, shoji, inumaki, gojo, itadori, megumi

somehow seems to fuck you better when you’re bleeding?? gentler, takes their time to maximize your pleasure (and relief) unless you ask for more 🥰

toshinori, midoriya, mashirao, togata, shigaraki, mirai, nanami, itadori, gojo, inumaki

fucks you harder than usual because you’re more sensitive 🥵

shinso, bakugo, aizawa, kirishima, sero, dabi, amajiki, takami, mirai, sukuna, geto, toji

might like period sex more than you 🫣

shigaraki, toga, amajiki, kirishima, geto, sukuna (secretly)

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[uselessmicrowave]

I've been plagued with thoughts of a cybertronian s/o Sounding two certain tfp mechs *Cough* Soundwave *cough* Shockwave *Cough* Sorry, got this pesky cough 👀

ngl feel like shockwave would be in it purely for "science" which is how s/o would convince him to at least try it. If shockwave didn't test or study it, was it even real?

Soundwave be down bad and has likely already done it. So is purely humouring his s/o with the agreement that if s/o does it to him, he will be able to return the favour.

Take from this what you will (also hydrate 🚿🚰)

Shockwave

For science, right? Yeah. Definitely for science.

He’s a “try everything once” kind of mech, so you’ll get to do a lot more than sounding with him if you wanted to.

As for studying the subject, he’ll have to remember everything and do the notes afterwards, he already has his hands (hand) full.

He’ll need multiple sessions to fully understand the topic…

Soundwave

He’s definitely already tried sounding. Out of curiosity.

Soundwave has a whole sounding kit, you won’t need to bring anything for that session.

He won’t tell you this (because it would be embarrassing for him), but if you put a vibrator against the rod he can feel it deep in his core and overload in seconds.

[arminsumi]

spicy #10 with Armin? I'm thinking reader and 'min move in together and he becomes hyperaware of the readers presence, scent, clothes etc. and it's too much for him to handle...

freaking love your blog btw<333

teehee thank u darlin!! hope u enjoy mwa

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CRAVING YOU MDNI

░ 🐬 Armin

Armin just craves you so badly that the smallest things get him going 🤷‍♀️

⚠️Cws; juicy SMUT

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader

⚠️💦Smut cws; 'pretty baby' and 'darling', 🐶position + against wall + against the washing machine + against the countertop + in the shower/bath, 🐱eating + fingering, panty fucking, cumshot, jerking, unprotected sex + creampie

░ 🍒 While adding your clothes to the washing machine, he plucks your panties from the pile and stares at them. Then he calls you into the laundry room, "Y/n, could you come here for a sec, my darling. 'Need your help real quick..." you hear him almost moan behind the door.

░ 🍒 And you enter to find him fisting his needy cock with your panties wrapped around it. "C'mere, need to feel you, god damn." he blows his bangs out of his eyes, takes your hips in his hands and spins you around. He presses his tip into you, groaning into your ear at the plush sensation, and rubs back and forth against your clothed pussy until he shoots out a hot load. "I guess I'll be adding these to the washing machine..." he giggles guiltily afterwards.

░ 🍒 Even just seeing you change out of your day clothes into your pajamas drives him wild. He'll look at you needily from the bed and ask you to come over and model those clothes for him, but really he just pulls them right off and dives between your thighs.

░ 🍒 You'll just be casually gaming in the living room, relaxing, when he curls up next to you and lets out a needy groan. He inhales the scent of your shampoo and feels himself getting hard. He's rubbing against your leg in no time, looking up at you like a puppy. "Can you stroke me off, please please please?" he begs with big eyes. He visibly melts against the couch when he feels your hand wrapping around his cock. "Mmm, fuck 'm gonna cum all over your hand."

░ 🍒 Sometimes at night when he's curled up into your arms like a cute cat, he'll get achingly hard. He'll hug you real tight and press his dick against your tummy to get your attention. Sometimes he audibly whines until you help him out. He's too shy to use his words :(

░ 🍒 But you can bet he gets verbal as soon as he's sinking inside you. One second he's a cute boy curled up in bed, and the next second he's fucking you nastily until he's got you s(creaming) for him.

░ 🍒 You definitely can't get away with giving him a frisky kiss/teasing touch and then just walking away. No way, he'll whisk you right off to the bedroom before you can blink.

░ 🍒 If you're stood in the kitchen, no matter what you're doing, Armin will hug you from behind. Of course, nine times out of ten, he's rubbing his hardon into your ass. "Bend over for me, pretty baby, 'need to feel you so bad right now."

░ 🍒 Doesn't matter what clothes you're wearing, he always gets hard at the sight of you. He even gets hard to the sound of your voice. So many times you've had him laying on your lap, stroking his hair, when suddenly he asks you to spread your legs so he can eat you out.

░ 🍒 Trust that when you live with Armin, you can kiss showering/bathing alone goodbye. The second you announce that you're getting in a shower/bath, he's running out of whatever room he was in and stripping his clothes off. He loves supporting your body while you have a shaking orgasm from him fingering you 🚿or making the water spill over from fucking you too intensely🛁

░ 🍒 Honestly, if it's a weekend, he doesn't bother wearing anything underneath his sweatpants because he knows they're gonna be coming on and off too many times to bother with that.

░ 🍒 Armin's so impatient to fuck you sometimes. He pushes your panties to the side or only peels them halfway down your thighs. He forgets his condoms, ends up creaming inside you, probably pressing your body up against the wall. " 'm sorry, needed to have you, 'been so fucking horny today..." he groans, driving his soaked cock in and out of your heat like he's addicted.

[yoon-kooks]

better than sex | myg | 1

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

🍑Summary: As Min Yoongi’s studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, you’ve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bangtan’s next album. A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 4.7k

🍊Parts: 1 ◆ 2

🍑Warnings: yoongi touches boobs, masturbation (m/f), a lot more smut to come in future chapters

🍑A/N: this fic started as a shower thought🚿

As a songwriter and producer, you’re expected to create something out of nothing. You’re expected to turn a blank canvas into the next big hit—something unique, something that would never exist without you. But the thing is, nothing is truly ever spawned out of thin air. Like superheroes who save the world, every song has its own origin story.

This, of course, includes the final track you’ve been working on for Bangtan’s next album. As with many of your best tracks, inspiration hit you while you were showering at one in the morning. Sometimes the inspiration is a reflection of how good or bad your day went. Sometimes it’s sparked by the fruity dessert you just devoured, or the heated breakup you witnessed on your walk home. But not this one.

This one was lust. More specifically, it was the lust you felt after entering Genius Lab with pure intentions and leaving with the vivid mental image of Min Yoongi jerking off in his studio. You hadn’t caught him outright with his hand around his cock, but you certainly walked in before he had time to hide the evidence. You’d always thought him to be a man who never slips up, never shows any sign of weakness. 

But boy did he slip up.

One week ago

“Hey Piano Guy, can I borrow you for a sec?” You knock on the studio door next to yours. “I have a melody in my head right now, and I think it’d sound kinda sick on the piano.”

After 30 seconds, there’s still no response. You could always work it out on the piano by yourself, but it’s a lot easier with an extra set of hands. And besides, you don’t hate the idea of spending time with the handsome boy.

“Yoongi, please. Before I forget how it goes. My memory is fading, please.” Just as you raise your fist to pound on his door some more, it swings open. Yoongi leans against the doorframe with a hand in his pocket. The first thing he does is pinch down on the hem of your sleeve, coaxing you to lower your fist out of his face. You don’t think too much about how his forehead and cheeks are looking extra dewy today. He smells like his usual cedarwood cologne, so you don’t suppose he just finished working out, either.

“Isn’t it too early for you to be picking fights with me?” His voice is low and calm, almost like he’d just woken up. On most days, you probably would fight him—he’s the enemy, after all. Not like an actual enemy, though. Just someone who goes along with your banter and gives you something to look forward to at work. Unfortunately, there’s no time for his teasing when there’s a billion-dollar melody on the line.

“I’m not picking a fight with you.” As you correct him, you do a mental calculation of the space between Yoongi’s body and the opposite side of the doorframe. A tight fit, but it might be just enough room to weasel your way in. “I’m enlisting your help for a potential song idea.” 

He must’ve caught a glimpse of that mischievous sparkle in your eye because he’s quick to put his arm up across the entrance. “Don’t even think about it.” 

You frown, but it doesn’t last long. With a playful grin and fluttery eyelashes, you say, “C’mon, this could be the hook that wins Bangtan a Grammy.”

You notice his fingers slowly slipping against the doorframe. The ends of his lips curve upward ever so slightly. This barricade is coming down whether he likes it or not.

Yoongi looks behind him, combs his fingers through his hair, and lets out a sigh. “You need me? Like right now?”

It’s hard to tell if he’s genuinely trying to shoo you away or if he just wants you to admit that you enjoy being around him. Usually, it’s the latter. But he does seem a bit off today.

“I mean, I could ask Namjoon—”

“Five minutes,” Yoongi cuts you off, dragging you with him into his lair and mumbling to himself about “the things he does for you” and how “you act like you can’t figure it out yourself on the guitar.” You take a seat at the piano bench and pull the boy down right beside you. He supposedly only has a handful of minutes to spare in his busy schedule, and yet here he is, taking his sweet time warming up with some scales.

Either he doesn’t trust Namjoon’s piano skills, or someone’s a little jealous.

For as many times as you’ve watched Yoongi at the piano, it never gets old. His long fingers stroke each key so gracefully, yet with purpose. It takes way more than a few years of dedication and a genuine love of the instrument to be at his level. It’s mesmerizing.

“So what’s this Grammy award-winning banger you speak of?” he asks, creating his own piano version of Yet To Come. Oh right, the banger. How did it go again?

You search every inch of your brain, but instead of recalling the melody you felt so confident in, all you find are Yoongi’s piano covers of Bangtan songs. Well this is awkward.

“It… kind of disappeared from my memory,” you say in a hushed voice, still staring down at the keys. In your defense, Yoongi was a huge distraction with those dexterous piano fingers.

He stops mid-measure and shakes his head at you. “Tsk, tsk, Y/N.” Rather than annoyed, he’s amused. “So were you just using that as an excuse to infiltrate Genius Lab or what?”

You roll your eyes. Yoongi always acts like his studio is some sort of sacred chamber only accessible to those he deems worthy. Maybe you should set up your own high-tech security system for your studio so that you don’t get 20 weekly visits from him like an alley cat coming back for more table scraps.

“Bold assumption, but I only came here with the purest of intentions.” With a hmph, you slide your ass off the bench. Instead of heading for the door, you wander over to the side of his studio with all of the fancy producer equipment. You make yourself comfortable and spin around in his big cushy chair. It’s still radiating leftover heat from Yoongi’s own ass cheeks. “Were you in the middle of something just before I got here?”

The boy strides over, waiting for you to have your back to his desk. He steadies the chair with a strong hand so that you’re facing him and can’t spin around anymore. “That’s confidential information.”

“This chair is still warm, so you were obviously sitting here working on something. You might as well fess up.” You hug your knees to your chest and peer up at him with wonder. “Is it your solo album?”

He doesn’t answer you right away. It’s a yes-or-no question. There shouldn’t be anything to think about. Eventually, though, he shakes his head.

You try not to frown so he doesn’t see your disappointment. Ever since D-2, you’ve been patiently waiting for a solo album from him. Because you’d love to snag a spot on it as one of the producers he collaborates with. But Yoongi doesn’t need to know that right now.

“Can you at least give me a hint, then?” You hop out of the chair, scurry around the boy, and examine his desk. Not much is on it aside from his computer, a few MIDI controllers, and a black bottle of cologne. You wiggle the mouse around to wake the computer up, but the screen remains dark. “Seriously? You turned your computer off so I wouldn’t be able to snoop? Is that why it took you a decade to answer the door?”

“We all know how nosy you are. Like a curious kitten.” His voice comes from right behind you. With the clicks of several buttons, the computer screen flashes on, and he types his password in faster than you can decode it. He takes control of the mouse, but you don’t move out of the way. You can feel just how close his body is to yours, and the cedarwood is starting to drown your mind in mildly dangerous thoughts.

As Yoongi looks through his files for a track that’s “safe enough to show you,” your eyes lock onto the fancy black bottle of that intoxicating cologne. It looks expensive, sleek, and something you’d want to get your paws on. 

You scan the bottle for a brand, a name for the scent—anything that will help you get ahold of what’s on Yoongi’s body. But all you find on the front side of the bottle is a simple product description: Personal Moisturizer.

That’s definitely not cologne. 

You quickly turn back to the computer screen. An unfinished hip-hop track you’ve never heard before is playing in the background. You don’t even know when Yoongi pressed play. All you know is that you can’t exactly focus on music right now.

You’ve been in Yoongi’s studio plenty of times, and you’ve never seen this bottle sitting so casually on his desk like that. Probably because it’s normally stored away where curious kittens would never check. If it’s still lying around out in the open, then… 

Oh god. You’re so fucking oblivious.

No wonder he was trying to shoo you away. No wonder he looked like he’d just gone through an intense workout. No wonder his chair was still warm but his computer wasn’t on. He wasn’t in the middle of work when you knocked on the door. Min Yoongi was in the middle of jerking off, and you just entered his studio without a single clue.

Oh no. You can’t unsee it. It’s too vivid—the image of him panting, slumped in the same chair you were spinning around in like an idiot, hand around his hard wet cock. The long fingers that danced across the piano keys so elegantly were the same violent set of fingers that stroked him into a fervorous state where every ounce of his stoic demeanor had come undone. If his computer wasn’t on with porn plastered across the screen, you wonder who or what he was getting off to. 

A tiny, tiny part of you hopes it was you on his mind.

The funny thing is, you’ve never once even thought about him like that. Sure, the two of you have some flirty banter going on, but to you, he’s always been the kind of guy who’s more focused on his music than his sex life. And to be honest, it never actually occurred to you that Yoongi did in fact have a sex life. With that small bit of information, you feel like you’ve gained a whole new perspective. This is why they say curiosity killed the cat. It completely shattered the perfect, well-put-together image you had had of him all this time.

You’ll never see Min Yoongi the same way ever again.

When you return home that night, you aren’t thinking about the company meeting you have tomorrow morning, or what you should pack for lunch, or the award-winning melody that vanished into the abyss along with the rest of your rational thoughts.

You plop your body onto your bed and let yourself think of Yoongi. It’s probably a big mistake, but you can’t help it. 

He’s incredibly handsome, you’ve always thought so. And you admire the work he puts into each and every one of his tracks. Likewise, you know he respects you the same. After all, he lets you into his sacred studio more than anyone else. He couldn’t say no to you, even with a whole ass bottle of lube still out in the open.

The image of him with his fingers gripping tightly around his swollen cock haunts your mind once more. His head is thrown back, sweat running down his neck, and he’s out of breath. You want to know how he sounds when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, when he’s lost all control. His voice is already so raspy, so low, and so goddamn hot. You want him to call you kitten again, but maybe without the “curious” part attached to it. Anything to hear his bedroom voice. A single moan from him might be enough to set you off. 

You unbutton your shorts and slip your fingers beneath the lace of your underwear. To your surprise, you’re already soaked in these erotic fantasies you never thought you’d be having about your studio neighbor. You’ve known the guy for two years, and it’s only now that you’re lusting after him? How did you have that much self-control for so long?

A gasp escapes your throat as you rub around your center. You squirm to your own touch as you apply more pressure and speed. Harder, faster. You love it, but it’s familiar and predictable, and it’s been a while since you’ve been pleasured by someone else’s hands. Your body aches for those long veiny fingers to play with you like a piano.

As the pleasure builds, you wonder how far Yoongi had gotten before you rudely interrupted him. It’d feel pretty shitty to be so close yet denied of it all because you decided to knock on his door right at that moment. If you had known what was truly going on behind that door, would you have still chosen music over lust? Or would you have thrown that Grammy away to learn what Min Yoongi tastes like when he’s overtaken by his deepest desires? 

In the end, it doesn’t really matter because you came out of his studio with neither.

After a rather underwhelming orgasm, you roll off your bed and drag your feet into the bathroom for a hot shower. 

You know you should stop while you’re still ahead. Fantasies need to remain fantasies and nothing more. Sex between you and Yoongi isn’t going to happen. It’s not worth sacrificing the music you need to be making with him instead of love. You hate that you were considering it for even a second.

But your irrational desires need an outlet.

As hot water trickles down your body, the steam clouds your thoughts. And in the haze, you long for something new and different. Now that you know what you know, you wish Yoongi would show you that other side of himself, the side he keeps hidden behind those studio doors. 

You want it so bad.

And that’s when it hits you.

It’s been a week since you visited Yoongi in his studio on that fateful morning. You’ve been hard at work, piecing together the final track for Bangtan’s album. The demo is nearly complete, and you’re actually super satisfied with how it’s turning out. The vibe is sensual, full of temptation, and far dirtier than any other track with your name on it. 

It only makes sense that the file name for this track is “sex.wav,” which will of course be changed before anyone else sees it. You’ve always had a bad habit of naming your track files based on the first thing that comes to mind, and it really shows where your head has been at this week.

Even Jimin, who helped you record the demo, asked if there was some sort of recent breakthrough in your sex life. When you told him no, he winked and said, “Yoongi is single, you know.” Sometimes you regret confiding in Jimin about your desire to make it onto Yoongi’s solo album because now he’s under the impression that you have some sort of crush on the rapper.

For the record, you don’t have feelings for Yoongi. It’d just be nice to fuck him once, get it out of your system, and the two of you will probably be back to the usual harmless banter that keeps you going every day.

You have to admit, though, your sexual urges came through when you needed them most. After losing the precious (and very wholesome) brain cells containing that award-winning melody, you were in desperate need of a new idea to go off of for that final track. Thanks to the hot and bothered part of your brain, you became super inspired and productive. 

For once in your music career, you’re actually a whole week ahead of schedule instead of just barely meeting deadlines at midnight. With the sex.wav demo near completion, you’ll have this week to relax and take time for yourself.

Thank you, Min Yoongi.

“Y/N, can I come in?” Speaking of the devil, Yoongi pops his head in the doorway. It’s his third visit to your studio this week, and it’s only Monday.

“Come, come,” you say, gesturing for him to hurry on in. You’re confident he’ll vibe with the track, and you’re excited to hear what he has to say about it.

“Jimin told me you guys finished recording the demo,” he says over your shoulder. He places a hand on top of your chair and leans his weight against it like he owns the place.

“We did.” You sit up tall in your chair with a healthy glow and hand the boy some headphones. “I might still go back and tweak a few things, but it’s pretty much done.”

You stare up at him shamelessly as he focuses all of his attention on your demo. Yoongi is the type of guy who doesn’t react or say much on his first listen. He’ll always listen with an open mind and give you his honest opinion once he’s had time to take it all in. That’s why he’s always one of the first people you show your work to.

When the demo ends, he doesn’t hit replay. Instead, he hangs the headphones around his neck and stares at your computer screen, deep in thought. You start to think he hated it so much that he can’t even give it a second listen and he’s trying to find the right words to tell you.

“Why did you name the file sex.wav?” Ah shit, he wasn’t supposed to see that. No one was.

“It’s sexy, isn’t it?” you say softly, starting to shrink in your chair. He still hasn’t said whether he likes it or not.

“Yeah,” he agrees. He drums his fingertips against your desk. You wonder if those fingers have touched any cock lately. “It’s different from your usual stuff.”

You just blink at him, unsure of how to react. Good different or bad different?

“Good different,” he clarifies, as if he’s read your mind. He’s still not giving you much to go off of, though. And you’re starting to get impatient.

Yoongi looks at you, opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. You’ve never seen the boy so speechless.

“What?” you ask. If he doesn’t spit it out right now, you’re going to lose it.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Please.” It’s hard to read his straight face, but something’s definitely on his mind. You need to know what’s bothering him.

“Who inspired it?” he asks. Not what. Who. This must be his not-so-subtle way of asking who you’ve been sleeping with. It’s none of his business, really. And he knows it. That’s why he was so hesitant to ask in the first place.

“Are you sure you want to hear about all the guys I’ve had sex with?” You casually raise an eyebrow at him and watch closely for a reaction. Maybe it’ll make him jealous.

“It’s about all the sex you’ve ever had?” He looks like he’s not fully convinced. No, it’s actually about the sex you haven’t had. The good kind. The wild kind. The kind that ends with you all tangled in the sheets with Min Yoongi. But you can’t tell him that.

“I’m just fucking with you. I wish I could say I’ve had good enough sex to inspire this track.” You take a jab at yourself, but you really hope you aren’t coming across as lonely or needy for a man. 

Yoongi’s face relaxes a little more, still drumming those fingers against your desk. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

He doesn’t elaborate on that, nor do you ask him to.

“Can I have it?” he asks out of nowhere. Have what? Sex with you? “On my solo album?”

Oh.

“You want this track on your album?” Is the boy really tempting you with something you’ve waited so long for? Of course you want to scream yes, but… “You’d really steal from Bangtan to claim it as your own?”

“Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a selfish asshole,” he pouts. Since when did Min Yoongi ever pout? You’ve never seen this side of him either. It’s fascinating.

You bite your lip. “Yoongi, I’d be down, but the deadline is approaching and I’m going to be one track short if I give you this one.” 

“When’s the deadline?”

“Next Monday.”

The boy pulls out his phone and flicks his thumb across the screen. If you had to guess, he’s checking his schedule.

“I’ll help you produce another one for Bangtan,” he says so casually and confidently.

“Are you sure you’ll have time for that?” You don’t know Yoongi’s full schedule off the top of your head, but you do recall Jimin mentioning this week would be hectic for the group.

“I’ll make time.” All he does is shrug. “I should be free after 10 on most nights. Sunday, I can be in the studio by 6AM—”

“Yoongi.” You stop him before he can say anything else outrageous. Not that you’re being any more rational. You’re about to kiss your much-deserved week of freedom goodbye all for this boy with a pouty lip. “I’ll see what I can do, and you can pitch in. But please don’t overwork yourself for this.” You point at the screen, at the track he wants so badly.

He nods. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You want to ask Yoongi what he’ll give you in return for doing him this favor, but you aren’t really interested in anything from him aside from his company. And maybe sex. 

Instead, you ask, “May I ask why you want this track so badly?”

“Because I like it.” He pulls the headphones off his neck and hangs them around yours. There’s no way he fell in love with the track after listening to it only once. That’s unheard of for him. There must be another reason. “Oh, and I also heard you wanted a spot on my solo album.”

You’re going to kill Park Jimin.

“Right,” you say, spinning your chair around so that Yoongi can’t see the nasty texts you’re sending to his friend.

Y/N💅 [8:23PM] “fuck you park jimin”

Y/N💅 [8:23PM] “i thought we agreed not to tell my nemesis that id like to be on his solo album”

Jimin🍡 [8:24PM] “Yoongi’s your nemesis?”

Jimin🍡 [8:24PM] “I thought you had a raging boner for him🍆”

Y/N💅 [8:24PM] “i hate you btw”

“You have a raging boner for me?” You hear a mix of shock, amusement, and arrogance over your shoulder. But mostly arrogance. You lock your phone screen even though it’s already too late. You’ve been caught. Evidently, you aren’t the only nosy one here.

You swing your head around, practically nose to nose with your nemesis. He can probably feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. But you don’t back off. Instead, you glare. “Neither you nor Jimin know what you’re talking about.”

“I guess only you know then, Y/N.” Yoongi doesn’t back away either. He eyes your lips the way you eye a strawberry popsicle on the hottest day of the year. You make a conscious effort to not let your eyes do the same. You don’t need to be reminded of how perfectly plush his lips must feel against everything they touch.

But if he wants to play this game with you, you’ll play along. And you won’t lose.

You lean in closer and graze your cheek against his. In a hushed voice, you say, “Do you want to know who really inspired that track?”

He nods against your skin. Your lips tickle his ear.

“I was visiting a friend last week, and I left his place with a new perspective. I thought, maybe this guy wasn’t just the grumpy asshole workaholic I knew him to be. Maybe he’d been hiding this dirty, sexed-up side of himself the whole time.” You pause for dramatic effect. “Do you want to know why I thought this?”

He nods again.

“You forgot to hide your personal moisturizer before I walked into your studio.” You finally lean back to see the look on his face. His pupils are huge, his lips are parted, but he doesn’t necessarily look embarrassed for someone who was practically caught with his hands in his pants.

In fact, the more time he spends thinking about it, the more he realizes what your story says about you. “So what you’re saying is that you do in fact have a raging boner for me and I was your inspiration for that sex track? I’m honored.”

You hate that he’s such a good listener who knows how to dissect every word you say.

“Would y’all quit saying I have a raging boner?” You roll your eyes, but it does feel oddly satisfying when Yoongi and Jimin treat you like one of the guys.

“What should I call it then?” Yoongi chuckles. He doesn’t do it often, but you like it when he laughs. “Horny eyes? Unfulfilled sexual desires? A wet p—”

You get up and give him a light shove against the desk. He’s still got a smirk on his face as you pin him there. “Call it a severe distaste for your bullshit,” you say sweetly with a handful of his shirt in your fist. 

A strong hand cups your chin. He leans in close enough for you to smell the minty lip balm you always see him applying. You want to taste it. “Admit it,” he says, “You like my bullshit.”

You feel each of his words against your lips. By the time he reached “bullshit,” you’d already pressed your lips into his. He doesn’t fight it. You taste the mint, then his tongue.

His hands start to wander along your curves. He finds the bare skin between your crop top and high-waisted shorts and works his way up your ribs. You hope he can’t feel the goosebumps when his thumbs sneak into your bra and flirt with the sides of your breasts. You just want him to keep exploring and familiarizing himself with your body. 

In the next moment, he has you pinned in with your ass on top of the desk. In front of you is not the grumpy idol boy you’ve maintained a clean, professional relationship with for the past two years. The Yoongi standing here between your thighs is an irresistible temptation. He’s your fantasy turned reality. And maybe he wants you as much as you want him. 

But before you can loop your limbs around him and lasso him in for more, he steps back and points his thumb at the door. “I have to get back to my studio.”

No, he doesn’t. He’s just playing hard to get. And you hate him for it.

“To work or to jerk off?” you call out as he walks further and further away from you.

“Work, of course,” he sings. You don’t believe him. He’s a liar and a tease. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N. To work on the new track.”

You almost forgot about that replacement track. After all, Yoongi’s hands and lips were pretty big distractions that you once again fell victim to. But regardless of the hold he thinks he has on you now, you still want to establish strict criteria for the song you’ll be working on with him. Only one thing comes to your flustered mind.

“Wait, Yoongi.” You wait for him to turn back around in the doorway. There’s still a hint of a smile lingering on his face. He probably thinks you’re calling him back for some more studio mischief. Too bad he’s wrong. “I have one condition for that new track.”

“Go on.”

“It has to be better than the sex track I’m giving you for your solo album.” You kick your legs back and forth—the same legs that could’ve been squeezing Yoongi’s waist in a heated makeout session right about now. “Way better.”

You won’t accept anything less from the man.

“So it has to be better than your cute little erotic fantasies of me?” Yoongi puts a hand up. Then he’s gone. “Shouldn’t be an issue.”

[letters-to-rosie]

🚿Where do your best ideas seem to strike?

I think I get a lot of ideas when I'm thinking about something else--like I'm trying to work through a problem in my head and then all of a sudden I consider writing it. the shower is certainly a place, but so is in bed, on the commute, etc. all inconvenient for writing things down 😆

recently, just last night actually, I had a big idea some in while I was pondering how a lot of TV couples are interracial, more than in real life (in the US anyway), and that makes it look more common than it is. which is of course not bad, but since I'm writing timebomb and I was watching that video I was thinking, those two are kinda wild because in terms of the US they're interracial, but with the way Zaunites are racialized in the show, they're not in the actual setting. makes you think about how race is not real lol (and thank goodness it isn't!). social constructions are interesting. makes me think of Stuart Hall, "Race Articulation, and Societies Structured in Dominance," where he talks about paying close attention to how oppression plays out in a particular setting

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Shower Sex with The Akatsuki

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TW: Explcit, shower sex, spanking, ass eating, perversion, breast sucking, foot job, oral sex, hair pulling, masturbation, cock tease, spitting, biting, perverted reader. Minors DNI 18+

Hidan: Shower🚿

Hidan had you both out of your clothes in seconds the moment you mentioned shower sex. He then guided you to the bathroom.

With a shit eating grin, Hidan smacks your ass as you walked into the shower, causing you to yelp before glaring at him.

Hidan snickers as he steps in the shower. “What’s the matter, babe? Can’t take a little heat?” He teases as he backs you into the shower wall.

You pout. “You are so mean sometimes, you know that?” Hidan smiles at you lovingly. “Yeah, I know.”

He then leans in for a passionate kiss. You eagerly kiss back, tasting his soft lips. You smiled in the kiss. Hidan really knew how to set the mood.

He then pulls away. “Turn around. I’ll start the shower and clean you right up, Dollface,” Hidan winks.

You blush and giggle as you face the shower walls.

You find yourself screaming in the next instance as hot water rains down your back. You scream as you run out the shower.

Hidan howls with laughter as he chases after you. “GET BACK HERE, SUGAR! SOMEBODIES GOTTA WASH THAT ASS! HA HA HA HA HA!”

Before you could even reach for the door that lead to the bedroom, Hidan snatched you up by the waist and carries you back into the shower.

You squirm in his grasp. “Let me go, Hidan! I don’t like hot water!” Hidan chuckled. “Quit your bitching. I’ll change the temperature.”

Hidan sets you on your feet in the shower and changes the water to a relaxing warm temperature.

You sigh in relief at the contact as you stood under the shower head. Hidan smirked at you.

“Better?”

“Mmhm~”

“Good. Now bring that ass over here…”

Hidan pins you against the shower and kisses you all over, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You moan in the kiss as warm water rains down your body.

You let out a hum of approval when Hidan lifts your leg up high and holds it in place. It was a good thing you were flexible.

Hidan then positions his dick at your entrance and starts thrusting into you deeply. You both moan as Hidan pounds into your sweet spots.

You felt the heavy buildup of warm liquids fill your insides as Hidan’s erect dick continues to stretch your sweet hole.

“H-Hidan~” you moan.

“I’m about to-!”

Hidan immediately pulls out of you, denying the release. You stare at him incredulously as he snickers. “Bout to cum? Well too bad, Y/N!” He laughs as he sets your leg down.

You growl and bang your fists into his chest as he continues to laugh.

“Fuck you, Hidan!” You cried. He smirks. “You wanna cum that badly, Y/N?” Hidan then turns you around and presses you against the wall your nipples shiver on contact. “HERE!”

SMACK!

You let out a cry of pain when Hidan smacks your ass hard enough for cum to leak out of your sweet hole.

Your pussy ached from the prolonged release. You turn your head to glare at Hidan as he laughs. “You’re so mean Hidan! I hate you!”

Hidan grins evilly and you immediately find yourself regretting your words.

“Yeah? Well hate this, bitch!”

Hidan grabs a hold of your waist and slips his dick into your ass and begins pounding you from behind. You moan and cry out in both pain and pleasure.

You came again all over the shower floor, only this time, Hidan was not stopping.

Deidara: Shower 🚿

“What do you say we go get cleaned up my girl, hm?”

Deidara has a sexy look in his visible blue eye as he leads you into the bathroom for a sexy shower sesh.

You could tell he was just as excited as you were, as the tongue in his hands slowly licked the inside of your palm.

You both finally made it to the bathroom and step in the shower. You turn towards the shower wall and turn on the warm water, allowing it to fall down your back.

That was when you felt something warm and wet flick up your back entrance.

“EEK!”

You heard Deidara chuckle. You turn to see him and his hand mouth smirking at you. “What’s the matter, my girl? Don’t you want me to clean you up?”

You blush and giggle. “I wasn’t expecting you to use your hand tongues. That’s so freaky, baby~” you purred.

Deidara walks towards you and backs you against the shower wall, keeping his hands on your hips.

“It’s not freaky. It’s art, hm.”

You hummed as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Mmm…I like it…” you say seductively.

The two of you then made out under the shower head. After awhile, you both pull away. Deidara then leads you to the other side of the shower.

“C’mere let me clean you up, hm!”

Deidara seats you on the corner shower stool.

“Let me show you a new form of art~” he says huskily.

“Ooh~” you purred as you sat back. You were eager to see what your man had in store.

You watch as he grabs two bars of pink soap. The mouths in his hands then chew them up.

Deidara smirks at you as he points his mouths at your chest. You raised an eyebrow. “Deidara, what are you-?”

BLEHHH!

You gasped in shock as Deidara’s hand mouths spit soap all over your tits. You moaned as the sensation of warm bubbles flow through your curves.

“Oh wow~” you moaned.

Deidara snickers before he helps you up. “Now that you’re all lubed up…c’mere…”

Deidara then sits on the shower stool. He holds you by your hips and sits you directly on his lap, slipping his dick in your back entrance.

Your moans both echo in the bathroom. “Deidara~” you moan. “I know, I know~” he said teasingly.

Deidara puts one hand on your breast and another on your clit. Both hand mouths start licking and swirling simultaneously.

“Dei…Dei…” you shriek. You start to roll your hips, bouncing your ass directly onto Deidara’s dick.

Deidara’s blue eye nearly rolled to the back of his head as he moaned out in delight at the sensation.

He came into your sweet hole. You came right after before he finally took his hand mouths off of you.

Sasori: Bath 🛁

Sasori walked in his room that night after a mission. He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

You were lying down in your shared bed, wearing nothing but a short bath towel. You posed sexily as you gave Sasori a wink.

He gave you a blank stare. “For the last time, Y/N. I’m not taking a bath with you…”

You pout cutely, pretending to be disappointed. “Aww, you don’t want me? And here I was gonna come and show you my art, Sasori~”

Sasori scoffed. His eyes then scanned your lovely curves. “Just what do you know about art?”

You hum in amusement, seeing how Sasori was checking you out. Clearly he was trying to hide his arousal.

“Why don’t you come and see for yourself?” You purred.

With that, you lift your hips up and spread your legs to reveal your pussy from under your towel. You smirk in triumph seeing how Sasori’s eyes filled with lust at the sight.

Sasori may have been a puppet, but at the end of the day, he was still a man…

…

You and Sasori were in the bath together where you scrubbed his red hair with green tea shampoo.

As you washed his hair, Sasori stared at your breasts that floated above the water. They were just inches from touching his face.

They jiggled deliciously from the motions of your scrubbing. Sasori’s cheeks were now as red as his hair at the sight.

You hummed. “It’s nice to get more intimate like this, right?” Sasori said nothing as he continued to stare at your breasts. You stop scrubbing and glance down to see him biting his lip nervously as he stares at your nipples.

You smirk down at him. “You can taste them if you want…” Sasori looks at you incredulously. His face flushes a deeper red under your gaze.

“Don’t be shy, Sasori~” you cooed. You lean in close, allowing your soft warm breasts to kiss his cheeks.

Sasori let out a hungry groan before he brought his lips to suck on your tits. You wrap your arms around Sasori’s neck to pull him closer as you moan.

Sasori squeezed your other breast with his hand. He played with it. The tasty lumps of your breasts were so full, firm, and delicious. He didn’t mind licking the soap off your nipples.

Sasori’s face became redder and redder by the second from the arousal. The calm composure he once had was completely out the window. He never knew how much he wanted to suck your boobs.

“Ooh!”

From under the water of the tub, you felt Sasori’s hard erection press against your clit. You shuddered. It felt so warm and inviting.

You proceeded to roll your hips against the shaft to get a better feel at the friction. You mewled when Sasori rolled his hips against yours, allowing his erecting shaft to floss through your pussy lips.

The motion of his dick had your clit throbbing. It felt so firm, warm, and thick. This combined with your nipples being sucked, eventually had you cumming in the tub. Sasori came all over your clit.

Sasori gasped when you close your legs, effectively trapping his dick and cum between your warm pussy lips. You stroked his locks affectionately.

“Keep it up, Sasori. I can go all night,” you purred.

Kakuzu: Shower🚿

Kakuzu caught your attention when he started stripping out of his cloak. He then walks over to help strip you out of your clothes. You smirk at him seductively.

“Ooh…what are you about to do?” You purred.

“Let’s have a shower,” Kakuzu said to you. You giggled as you blush. You weren’t used to Kakuzu being so forward like this.

“Ooh…how romantic~”

“We’ll save money on the water bill if we do it together.” Kakuzu said. You sweatdrop. “Oh…”

‘Way to kill the mood…’ You thought.

Kakuzu snaps out of of his thoughts and tosses you over his shoulder. With a hand on your ass, he carries you into the bathroom and turns on the shower, before setting you on the shower stool.

You glare at him as he lifts your leg up a bit.

“Kakuzu! Must you be so roug-?!”

“-Ooh…”

Kakuzu stretched his arm out with his tendrils and scrubbed your inner thighs with a soapy sponge. “You like that?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as Kakuzu begins to scrub your pussy lips. “Kaku…zu…”

“Mmm~”

You smiled as you took in the bliss. The sponge felt so warm and Kakuzu’s scrubbing felt so magical.

Kakuzu then stretched out some of his tendrils out and brought two of them to your breasts. He tickles your nubs to massage them with soap.

“Aah!”

Your eyes shot open from the pleasure. Kakuzu then stretched out another tendril from his fist and brought it towards your clit for some affectionate strokes.

Your body began to heat up from the arousal as your clit started to throb. Your eyes Mets Kakuzu who looked at you with a seductive gaze with his red green eyes. Your cheeks flushed as you find yourself hot and bothered from his look combined with the stimulation he was giving your breasts and pussy.

You came all over the sponge, soaking it with your juices. Kakuzu then set your leg down. “Good girl,” he said as he set the sponge to the side.

Your eyes fell to his crotch, seeing how his dick became hard from watching you. You got up from the shower stool and got on your knees in front of Kakuzu.

As the shower head sprays your back, you brought your lips to his dick to pump at his large length. Kakuzu grips your hair tightly. His red green eyes hooded with lust as he moans.

You stroke his balls affectionately, barely tickling them with your manicure. Your eyes fluttered shut as steam from the shower fills the entire room.

The pleasure became overwhelming for Kakuzu as he came into your mouth. You swallowed his sweet seed whole before pulling away with a loud POP.

You yelped when Kakuzu hoisted you up, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist to bring you into a steamy makeup session under the shower.

‘So much for saving water. Not that I’m complaining…’ you thought as you wrapped your arms around Kakuzu’s neck.

Itachi: Bath 🛁

Itachi ran towards the bathroom after hearing you cry out for help.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?!”

Itachi stopped dead in his tracks. There you were sitting in a large bubble bath surrounded by scented candles. Some sensual music played on a radio that you set up.

You smirk seductively as you finished sipping some champagne from your glass before sitting it to the side. You lift your foot out of the tub and make a ‘come here’ motion with your big toe.

“Come play with me, ‘Tachi~”

Itachi’s cheeks flushed. The little pet name went straight to his dick. “I…I don’t…”

You pout cutely. “Aww, are you shy, baby?” Itachi’s eyes followed the sensual movement of you crossing your legs. You adjust yourself a bit, allowing your breasts to float above the water for him to see your delicious full lumps.

“You know what happens when I don’t get what I want, ‘Tachi. So either you learn ‘stripping jutsu’ or I’ll come out and teach it to you…directly~” you purred.

Itachi gulped. Your voice was as smooth as honey. He found his hands unbuttoning his cloak. You licked your lips hungrily as you watched him strip.

“Mmm…I like what I’m seeing~”

Itachi’s cheeks flushed a deeper red. You giggled at that. He was so vanilla and that was made teasing him all the more exciting.

You stared at his dick the whole time as he climbed into the water to sit across from you. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

You had a naughty glint in your eye as a cat like smile forms on your lips. You uncrossed your legs and stretch one leg out to place your foot on Itachi’s chest.

Itachi gasped as his eyes widened slightly at the contact. He shoots you a small glare. “Stop that…”

You giggled. “I’m just resting my foot on you. Just close your eyes and relax, okay~?” After a moment, Itachi sighed before closing his eyes to try to relax. “Mmm…that’s a good boy Itachi…” you whispered sexily.

You slowly slid your wet foot down his chest in time with the sensual music. Your foot then got under the water to reach Itachi’s lap. “…I just want to make sure you’re…”

“…Comfortable~”

That was when you curled your toes against his dick from under the water. Itachi’s eyes widened. He shuddered at the sensation of your foot combined with the warm water. It had his dick slowly aching stiff.

“St…op…” Itachi could barely speak. The feel of your foot was so sensual. With an evil smirk, you licked your lips as you watch sweat pour down his face.

“Aww, why Itachi? I only wanted to show you my new jutsu. It’s supposed to tickle you…”

“…Senseless~”

You press your entire sole against his spongey shaft to add pressure from under the water. Itachi let out a pained groan as hot pre cum seeped out of the tip and into the bath water.

You giggled at the sight. “I just love watching you sweat, ‘Tachi~” you flicked your toes on his hot and rubbery tip. Itachi’s glare then returned to his face as he looked directly into your eyes.

In the next instance, you find your body pressed against the wall of the tub. You shivered at the sensation of your nipples touch the cold marble of the tub walls.

Itachi was behind you with arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back.

“I-Itachi what are you-?” You stop mid sentence as you turned around to see him smirk at you. He brought his lips to your ear. “I’ve caught you in my genjutsu…”

You widened your eyes. “What?!”

“MMMM-!”

In the next instance, another Itachi appears in front of you and shoved his dick into your mouth. You shrieked and gagged a bit as your eyes water.

“Do you want me to stop?” One Itachi asked. “I thought you wanted to tickle me senseless. It’s only fair that I do the same to you,” the other Itachi purred.

Itachi then slipped his dick into your back entrance pounded into you from behind. The motion caused the dick in your mouth to reach the far back of your throat.

You screamed as tears streamed out of your eyes. You squirm under both Itachi’s. One of them grabs you by the hair and pulls you back towards him.

“Don’t try to fight it. We’re going to tickle you senseless until we’re satisfied,” Itachi said.

Another Itachi then appeared on your side. He leaned in close as he slicks his tongue on your breast. You moaned as you felt your pussy throb. Pre cum started to leak into the water.

Just when you thought the experience couldn’t get any more pleasurable, another Itachi appeared under the water to suck up your pussy.

You mewled as you roll your hips against his face. All Itachi’s then fuck you at once, while the one other Itachi fucked your tits with his tongue.

You body became overwhelmed with the pleasure and eventually you came all over the one Itachi that was under the water. Another Itachi came in your mouth while the other shot his Uchiha seed up your ass.

You shuddered in delight as all the Itachi’s pull out of you at once. One Itachi then wipes cum from your lips before they each take turns kissing you.

Konan: Shower 🚿

You knew that it was wrong to peek at your boss, but as soon as you heard that Konan would be taking a shower, you couldn’t resist.

Best of all, the Akatsuki members were out on missions, so there would be no way that you would get caught.

You were dressed in nothing but your underwear as you snuck into Konan’s bedroom.

You stopped at the door that lead to the bathroom and knelt down. You cleared your throat and licked your lips as you stroked your clit in anticipation.

You smirked pervertedly and giggled as your cheeks flushed. ‘I can’t believe I’m going to do this…’ you thought excitedly.

You closed your eyes and then focused.

“Byakugan…” you whispered. Your eyes then flashed open revealing your all seeing white eye.

The door in front of you became transparent through your vision alone. You were now able to see Konan in the bathroom. Your clit beated with excitement as you watched her slowly unzip her sleeveless black top allowing it to fall to the floor to reveal her underwear.

You mouthed a ‘WOW’ as you took in the sight of her black strapless bra that gave her breasts a perfect lift.

So many thoughts run through your head as you watched Konan peel out of her pants while your fingers glide through your clothed pussy lips.

You knew it was such a shameless use of your powers and how your deceased ancestors and 2 cousins in the Hidden Leaf wouldn’t approve of you using your abilities for sexual gratification.

But at this point I’m time, you were an S Rank Rogue Ninja, stripped of all morals and status in the Hyuga Clan. You didn’t care and if anything you were down bad for Konan.

If you couldn’t shower with her, the least you could do was touch her with your eyes. Being a peeping tom wouldn’t hurt anybody. All you had to do was not get caught! Good thing you were a shinobi.

You slip your fingers into your panties and glide them through your pussy lips. You bit your lip as you watched Konan unclip her bra, causing her breasts to jiggle in place.

“Mmm…” you moaned as you saw two piercings rest on each nipple. They sparkled under the bathroom light and looked absolutely beautiful.

Your eyes followed the sweat beads that rolled down the curved lumps of her beautiful breasts. You licked your lips repeatedly as you pretended to taste them. They looked to scrumptious.

You then watched as Konan peeled off her black panties before turning to face the shower. She bent over a bit and turned on the shower, giving you the perfect view of her plump and perfect heart shaped peach that you oh so desperately wanted to eat.

‘Whew…she is so THICCC….’ you thought lustfully as sweat beads started to roll down your cheek. You clit ached as you slipped a finger into your front entrance.

Finally, Konan took her bun apart. She flutters her eyes shut and shakes her head, allowing her long purple hair to spill over her breasts. The sight was absolutely tantalizing.

You bit your lip hard as you press your finger firmly against your clit as pre cum soaked your panties.

“Oh wow please touch me…” you whispered.

“If you want me to touch you, then why don’t you come join me?” Konan asked.

Your heart stopped for a moment as your eyes widened. Konan turned to face the door you were hiding behind. She directs a smirk at you.

“I know that you’re peeping, Y/N,” she purred. You shuddered. Her voice sounded like honey. Your cheeks were on fire. How is it that you were caught?!

‘Either you come in or I come out,” she said in a demanding tone. You flinched at that.

You slowly stood up and opened the door to walk in the bathroom to meet Konan. Your body shivered under her scrunity as a naughty glint sparkled in her eye.

She walked towards you and slowly unclipped your bra. You widened your eyes. “K-Konan?! What are you-?”

You stopped mid sentence when she locked her golden eyes in yours in a seductive gaze. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?”

She peels off your panties, letting them fall to the floor as she keeps her eyes on you. She then backs you into the shower, pressing your back against the cold wet walls as your body begins to soak.

Konan brought her hands to your breasts to give him a firm squeeze. “You want me to touch you? Like this?” Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned as she massaged your breasts. You couldn’t believe what was happening and you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

Konan then stops the massage and raises her leg a bit to press her knee against your wet cunt. “Konan…” you moaned. Konan flutters her eyes shut and leans her lips towards you. You close your eyes, awaiting the kiss but Konan stops. Her lips just barely brush against yours.

“Why were you peeping, Y/N?” She whispered as she presses her knee harder against your clit. You shrieked at the sensation as your body shivers.

“Answer me,” she demands as she circles her knee deeply into your cunt. “I-I’m sorry!” You cry. Konan smirks. “Good…”

Konan connects her lips with yours, effectively slipping her tongue. Her breasts firmly press against yours. You mewled in the kiss.

Her delicious double D’s felt firm and lifted like two lead balloons. You felt the piercings from Konan’s nipples poke directly against yours. ‘I want to feel them some more…’ you thought.

As the warm water continues to soak your body, you rub your breasts against Konan’s to get a feel at the friction from her piercings, allowing them to tickle your nubs.

You growl hungrily in the kiss as Konan moans in approval. Your breasts squishing against hers felt really nice.

The friction of the piercings combined with her knee and her tongue had you feeling overstimulated. You eventually came all over Konan’s knee.

She pulls away and then gets on her knees in front of you. You shuddered as she uses her fingers to part your pussy lips.

“Yum~”

She then brings her lips to her pussy and laps up your juices with her tongue. You mewled as you grabbed her hair for support. You rolled your hips against her face as she rubs your leg affectionately.

You smiled blissfully as Konan ate you out. It felt nice as a Hyuga to be worshipped like the queen you were.

Tobi: Bath 🛁

“WEEEEEEEEE! This is so much fun, Y/N-Chan!”

You realized you had made a mistake of inviting Tobi with you to the bath, because now he was splashing water and soap everywhere like a toddler…

Tobi cheered as he squirted soap from the bottle. You sat there crookedly with your foot sticking out the tub with an annoyed look on your face from when Tobi threw you into the bathwater.

Half of your hair was covered in suds while the other side was soaked with expensive rose champagne. Tobi apparently mistaken the bottle for a water gun and thought it would be funny to spray your face.

‘1000 ryo borrowed from Kakuzu is now fucking wasted…’ you thought in irritation.

Several candles were already shattered as they laid outside the tub. Most of them were already put out. It was a miracle that Tobi didn’t light his dick on fire with the way he’s been jumping around. And to top it all off, Tobi kept his mask on.

You sighed in frustration. All you wanted was a sensual and romantic night. You thought an intimate bath session would soothe Tobi and get him in the mood.

“Spoke too soon…” you whispered to yourself. Tobi stopped splashing in the tub and turned to you. “Y/N-chan! Don’t look so sad! Come play with my rubber ducky! Her name is Rin!” He cooed as he pulled out a pink rubber ducky.

You deadpanned. “…You named a rubber ducky after your ex?!” Tobi giggled at that. He then squished the rubber ducky, causing the water to squirt in your eye.

You shrieked as you covered your eye. Tobi giggled again. “Come on! Play with Rin! She doesn’t bite!”

Your face became an angry red as you growled furiously. You raised your palm and slapped the rubber ducky out of Tobi’s hand, causing it to fly straight into the toilet (where it belonged). Tobi let out an exaggerated gasp.

You stand up straight in the tub as your fists shot in the air.

“YOU KNOW WHAT?! I’M SICK OF YOUR SHIT, TOBI! FUCK THIS!”

You turn around and took one foot out of the tub. That was when you gasped feeling something large, wet, and thick slide smoothly into your backside.

Tobi then snakes his hands and grabs your breasts before pulling you to his chest.

“…And just where do you think you’re going?” He purred seductively as he massaged your breasts.

You moaned at the pleasurable sensation. “O-Obito…”

Obito brought his hand around you and pressed his finger to your lips. “Shh…”

He slowly pulled you back into the tub. His throbbing erection penetrated deeper into your backside and hitting you just right.

“Let’s stop talking~” he purred seductively.

Kisame: Bath 🛁

Kisame carefully pulled you out the bathtub. You hissed at the pain covering your backside. He smiled sheepishly at you. “Sorry…”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he carried you to your room. Your ass was covered with shark bites. Kisame thought it would be hot to nibble you a bit from under the water.

Unfortunately he got carried away and bit you too hard and now you had to ice down your ass.

Kisame did just that when he laid you on your bed before proceeding to put an ice pack on your ass cheeks, causing you to shiver and hiss at the pain.

‘And THIS is why I cheat on you with Tobi. He may act like a kid but at least our bath session was fun…’ you thought.

A/N: Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Also votes for the next NSFW are still opened! Vote by clicking the link and commenting the number here!

[yutaleks]

Okay so I'm not a big diaper fan but if I were to read about it I'm more of a casual piss in a diaper cause character is too lazy to get up - it's convenient - or a character is so desperate and it's the only thing available kind person. But I tried to go out of My comfort zone with this, i tried to make it a bit more romantic yet casual so it's not off putting for people who arent super into diaper stuff so I hope you enjoy it 🍯 cause I don't think it's My best work

Anyway I'd like to Imagine that Gojo tried to play off you finding him pissing in a diaper as a "he saw it online and got curious but no way he'd ever actually be into diapers" kind of thing. He's the strongest no way he'd want to be treated like a baby. BUT YOURE NOT DUMB. You know Gojo like that back of your hand at this point so when he comes home a couple weeks later after a really bad day you know what you have to do. You make him some food, run him a bath, and set out some warm pajamas for him except instead of his usual underwear you put one of those diapers into the pile. He's visibly confused when he goes to get dressed after getting out of the bath so you tell him that you think that's just what he needs to feel better but if he really doesn't want to you'll grab him a pair of boxers. He hesitates but then slides the diaper on. Most of your night was spent holding gojo in your arms and watching movies but then gojo starts to squirm. Gojo goes to get up but you stop him. You ask where he's going and you laugh when he tells you he has to pee. "You're wearing a diaper, baby. Just go here." He looks at you in mild shock, he's just surprised you'd even suggest it, but you just laugh again and pull him into your lap. He's sitting sideways cradled to you with his head resting on your shoulder, one of your arms is wrapped around him holding him to you and the other hand is sliding down his pants to rest on top of the diaper. "Go whenever you're ready" you tell him and give his crotch a little squeeze. You're gently rubbing back and fourth on the front of his diaper when you feel gojo tense, then relax and suddenly you hear him start to pee. Still rubbing the front of his diaper you feel it warm and swell and as his stream ends you give it one last squeeze . You take your hand out of his pants and pull him closer to you. You spend a few minutes just holding eachother when Gojo chuckles and pulls away. You look up at his beautiful eyes and cheeky smiles when once again he asks if you can change him. -🚿

This one’s for u 🍯 anon 🤲🏽

[firstkanaphans]

I mean 26 from the prompt kiss list screams aye and akk after that one scene where aye invites akk in to the shower (very politely) and now them being together, established relationship and repeat.

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I combined my two shower-related asks. Hope y'all don't mind! 🚿

#26. "I was supposed to take a shower alone, but go ahead, jump right in"

Aye was not having a good day. Sometimes, despite the pills and the therapy, the memories of his uncle became too much. Luckily, the bad days were getting fewer and farther between, but what he hadn’t expected when he started dating Akk was that now he felt guilty for having them—even though he knew Akk would never blame him for it. Even though he knew Akk had bad days too. He just never wanted him to think that he wasn’t enough, so he put on a happy face and continued with his day.

He was more subdued than usual and he knew Akk could tell, but he didn’t press him on it. He never did. Instead, he fixed him dinner and encouraged him to eat and when Aye was only able to choke down a few bites, he didn’t nag him about it.  

After dinner, Aye excused himself to shower so that he wouldn’t have to see the worry in his boyfriend’s eyes. It felt nice to let the warm water wash over him as his tears began to fall. He wasn’t even sure where this wave of sadness had come from, but once the tears started, they only got stronger. Soon, great, wracking sobs were shaking his body and he knew he was being loud, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to. It felt cathartic to let it out. 

Suddenly, the shower door opened. Aye hastily swallowed his tears, but Akk, of course, saw right through him. He joined him in the shower, pulled him close, and in his arms, Aye broke. 

Akk held him as he cried, both of them naked beneath the water, and it was too loud to fully make out the words Akk was whispering, but Aye could feel his hand rubbing comforting circles on his back, could feel his heart beating a steady rhythm against his ear, and for now, that was enough. There was something so beautiful about being naked and vulnerable with someone you loved. Aye had been stripped bare and yet Akk hadn’t run away. He had run closer.

“I’m sorry,” Aye cried once he finally found the words.

“For what?” Akk asked, leaning back so that he could look him in the eyes. Drops of water hung heavy on his eyelashes and Aye couldn’t tell whether it was from the shower or whether he had been crying too.

“For being so broken.”

“You’re not broken,” Akk said, pulling him back into a hug. “Never apologize for what you’re feeling. I’m always going to be here. No matter what.”

Aye held him tighter, finding strength in his words, and only once his tears had subsided did Akk lead him from the shower where he dressed him, dried his hair, and then tucked him into bed. Aye fell asleep feeling better than he had all day.

From the a hundred different kisses prompt list

[slopmaster9000]

i 😊😊😊 had 👞 this trippy dream 💭 where this cat 🙀 was driving 🚦 me around 😰👥 in 😵 an old convertible. later 🕑 on it turned 🔄🔄 into 🚪 a vw van 🚐 and near 😯 the end it was more ➕➕➕➕➕➕➕➕➕ like 👧👍 this spaceship kinda 🍕 thing. 🤣 we were high 📓 up, 👽 looking over 🔁 the road, 🛣 but the front 🔝 console 🎮 was shaped like 🌟 a van, 🚐 and it still 🙄 had that 💝 convertible top. the guy 👶🌈 who was driving 🚗 me around 😊😎😌 was an older 👴 dude, 👱 an old hipster with a weathered voice 🔊 kinda 😉 like lou reed's. he 👨 kinda 🍕 had 🥕 some of that 😼 vibe and energy 💥💥 like dennis hopper in 🍌 easy rider. yeah 🌍 like, 💖 if you 🙄 could imagine 🤔 a cross ⛪ between lou reed and dennis hopper, that's the dude who 🤔 was driving 🚦🚸 me. we were 😫🏻 headed 👨‍🦲 due north, 👆 coming up 📷 to a stoplight. the light 💡 was beautiful 😩 in ⁉️ the dream, with all that nice 😛 washed out orange 🍊 from 😂😲 the pollution. 🦵🏽♦️🦵🏽 i 🙀 had this happy feeling 😌 in my 💫 stomach, 😂🤣 but 🤔 also this scared feeling, 😌 like something 💩 was about 👏 to happen, but 😥 i 🧚‍♀️ didn't know 😍 what. anyhow, as we 😉 approached the light, 💡 this cat 😺 in a sports car 🏎 came 😏 out of nowhere and just 🤖 cut us 🇺🇸 off. 📴 my man 🕵 slammed on 💃 the brakes and narrowly averted a mash-up. got my 💫 blood boiling, 😬 but 🍎 i wasn't the one 😤 driving. 🚦🚸 yeah 💁🤷 so wouldn't 😩 you 🤟 know it, we 👦 pull up ☝ right 🔰🔰 behind 🔄 the cat 🐈 at the light 💡 and there he 📷 was, glaring at us through 🪀 his 👉🚹 rear-view. he 👨 was all like, 💖 "yeah 👍 that's right, i 👈 cut ❓😱 you 😢👈 off, what're you gonna do about 🙅‍♀️ it?" so i said to lou reed slash dennis hopper, i'll just 🚟 call 📞 him lou now, ❓❗❓❗❓❗❓❗ "man, aren't 😲 you gonna 👏 say 💬 something to that 👉😐👏 guy?" 👦👨 but lou just looked straight ahead 🙎🏻 and said, 💬🙈 "y'know man, 👨🏻 the only 😤👐 way i'm 💆‍♀️ gonna put something 😅 out there 🎆🎆 like 🐌 that 👀 is if i'm ☝️ ready 🌺 to dance 💃 with that 👀 cat, y'know 💀 what i 👥 mean? 😏 you 👈 put something out 👉 there, ❤️😘✨ there's 😹 consequences. all you've got 👍 are your 👉 actions, man. and remember, 🤔🤔 words 🦘 are actions too. 🍡 do you 🦚 wanna dance 🐲 with that ⬇️ guy?" y'know now i 👥 realized lou was driving me 😼 around 💞 and i 😊😀😀😀😀😀 wasn't even 🤭 thanking him. at first, 🥇 i 😩 thought 💭 he was kind 📷 of a bad influence, but ❌ actually he was taking care of me. watching my 🧜🏻‍♀️ back, 💨 talking 💬 me 🙄 down 🔻 from something. it's funny 👷🏼😃😃😃😃👷🏻 how sometimes ✨ in 👮 dreams, 💭 you 👇 don't realize 🤔😮😧 who's your 👉 friend. 😎👬 looking 👀 back, 😌 maybe 👏 all 😤 these different people were 👥👥 you in 📷 the dreams. 💭💭 yeah, like, maybe that crazy 🤪 dude in 📷 the other 🤷‍♂️ car 🚛 was me as well. like you got this one part of you 👈 that 👏 watches out 😛🚪 for you, keeps you steady, and this other 😖 part 〽 that's 😤 raging and full of anger. 😠 like 🍪💁 old lou and the crazy 😜 dude 😎😂 in 👌👄 the dream, 💄💭💭 they're 👥 all a part 🏻 of you. y'know, 💀 i think of it like 👍 taming a dragon. 🐲 the crazy 🤪 dude is the dragon, 🐉 and if you 🙏 don't 🙆 watch 👀 out, 💋 he'll 🤴 bite you. 👆 hard. ❗ you see, 👀 lou knows 🤔 about the dragon. he's 😶 there 🎆🎆 to set you straight. 🕕 you don't wanna 😷 kill 🚿 the dragon, 🐉 you wanna 😋🙇 make friends 👫 with it, harness its power so you 🤟 can 😎 use it. but 😠 i only 🤏 realized 💡 that when 🕗 i 😀😀😀 woke 👀 up. 🙅‍♂️

[theabyssgazesalsointoyou]

🙌🚿📕

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?:

Something small and silver glints from between Rich’s thumb and middle finger. For a moment, it’s the tip of a bullet catching harsh white light, then it’s a diamond scattering pearly fragments everywhere. A bullet in the heart or a ring on his finger. Rich could give him either and Jake would gladly accept it. (Maybe he already has. Maybe there already is something buried deep in his chest, twisted tight onto his finger. Neither will ever be removed.)

— kiss it off me (if you're gonna break my heart)

i still don't know what posessed me to write this fic but this paragraph in particular just beamed itself into my head and i am so so proud of it. everything else is. well. questionable. i don't think it's bad but it sure is questionable lmao

🚿Where do your best ideas seem to strike?: i'm not sure about where but definitely when i have other more important things to be doing 😭 when i actually have time to sit down and write a fic my mind blanks but when i have 736295 assignments to finish and exams to study for the most genius ideas come to me

📕How do you feel about people printing your fics?: I WILL CRY. lara if you're seeing this. that was the coolest sweetest thing EVER i'm still not over it 🥹🥹 the thought that anyone would like my fic enough to print out a physical copy,,,,

[desolateice]

☉

what do you do when you get stuck writing? (from this ask game) Rubber Ducky Sometimes I just complain and talk about whatever the issue is and it works itself out while I'm talking. I think that's the rubber ducky method, which is why I've got a bazillion little plushies around so I can snag one and talk to it when I don't want to bother people. Switch WIP's. Once upon a time I tried to complete fanfics before starting a new one, but that was fine back when I wrote one fic for a fandom and then peaced out. Now I write a lot and want to write more so I juggle them around when i get stuck or realize I need to do a lot more research (cough the Johnny/Tommy fic cough) Sometimes by the time I recrack open the fic it's a lot easier. But it helps if I left myself notes. Skipping around using brackets So there's this idea that you should use the things you put off using, eat the things you want to eat and stop saving things for special moments. Which I suck at. I say this with a bright pink jackolantern on my desk full of treats I've squirreled away that I'm saving for a moment to try them or as a notebook hoarder.

But I've gotten better about this with writing. If there's a scene I really want to write I'll put brackets for whatever I need to come back and do so that I don't forget it, though sometimes I do this when I'm super tired and don't want to forget my ideas [Johnny and Daniel drive to Jersey and Johnny learns what a pain in the ass driving in winter is and Daniel is full of himself about it but also forgets he's not used to driving in a city/let alone on ice anymore and they safely crash into a snow drift] I dunno, something like that and then skip to whatever happened next that I wanted to write. It kind of helps and it seems like it wouldn't be easier to go back and fill in those gaps, but sometimes it is. And sometimes when I think there aren't any it's a pain because I thought it was done and it wasn't 😂 Do something else [shower] 🚿

Sometimes you gotta do something else physically and let your brain wander. I cross-stitch and embroider sometimes and I'll do this repetitive thing that requires me to physically be doing something and sometimes it'll jog something in the fic I got stuck with. Another good one is generally taking a walk but I'm like so bad at that, I'm not good with just wandering around without purpose 😅 I want to go somewhere and look at something or have someone to talk to so it doesn't quite work for me, but doing the dishes or cleaning or cooking or my tried and true method, taking a shower generally does it. I shower probably way too much that it's now like part of my daily routine like having a cup of coffee in the morning, taking a shower before bed lets me relax and also figure out whatever was stuck. Go go go pomodoro! 🍅 Sometimes people work really well under pressure and I...oh sometimes I work really well under pressure. 😂💀 So a pomodoro is a little tomato kitchen timer, and essentially you time yourself. You can pick the length and you just focus completely on that one task until your time is up. Like here: https://pomofocus.io/ is a timer that focus's on this task. It generally works better if you have someone else doing it with you. So a writer whose interview I watched last year said that every morning she and her friend set their computers down on their kitchen tables, call one another and sync their timers and write. And I find when I do this, the sort of stressors of that timer makes me skip all the stuff I generally worry about. Spelling, grammar, things I'd normally puzzle over that slow down my writing and I just go go go. It also stops me from like diving down rabbit holes for research which I do...frequently. 😂 Sometimes it's also called sprinting. Thank you for the ask! 💖

[keepsmovingforward]

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[annabellenaughtyprincessrose]

Preview: Who's Si-Woo? (Part 1)(Namjoon/Black! Reader/Jungkook)

*Imagines used are not mine. Just using them for the concept of the story *

Summary: You are beginning to be suspicious of your Boyfriends cheating while away. There's no way...they love you deeply, right? You gave it the benefit of a doubt...until you found texts on both of their phones by a woman named Si-Woo. How will they both explain?

Preview:

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My thoughts were interrupted when a notification appears on Jungkook's phone...

1 new text message from Si-Woo💕

I covered my mouth to muffle my gasp. This just keeps getting worse. She just sent him text. I am shaking right now.

The phone crips again, and I let out a soft gasp.

2 new text messages from Si-Woo💕

I hit the text notification, and almost immediately the messages appeared.

The two text messages this slut sent had me flabbergasted:

Si-Woo:

"Ibwa agassideul!"😘😘

Si-Woo:

"I'm at home now,

and I just got out of the 🚿

While I was in there, I couldn't help but to touch myself was thinking about your juicy cock."😛😋

Si-Woo:

"Mmmmm, my sexy Kookie..."

My heart began to sunk. "Oh god.. she's calling him by nickname. The nickname I gave him. Then another message appeared.

Si-Woo:

"Baby,You know this pussy belongs to you

and Joon.

Mmmmm...just thinking of you both inside me makes my pussy clench."

His and Joon's? That's impossible. I just checked his phone, and I didn't see any messages from this desperate whore.

Maybe he deleted them. Maybe he locked them in an hidden file?

Once I thought it was only Jungkook cheating, but now I realized he was included in this too.

I checked the details, and I discovered that this affair started around six months prior. It was approximately six months before our relationship started to shift.

So my suspensions are true. They were both cheating on me.

I felt like my world was falling apart. I wanted to break down and cry again. But I don't want to stress myself out anymore than what I did.

A few moments past and I felt like I stayed in front of that mirror forever. I felt like I was looking at myself deep within, and I realized I am stronger than this.

I did everything for the both of them since the beginning of our relationship. I waited for them, supported them through the good and the bad. I gave them all of me and still it was not good enough. Not to mention, I did not even complain for our relationship to be secret, for the sake of thier image and fans.

I am a good fucking woman, and I don't deserve this bullshit! I will stand around and be a fucking clown.

Enough is enough! I want some fucking answers, and I want them now!

I sat over a vevet red chair on the left side of the bed watching them as they slumber. Listening to thier light snores in the silent air.

Still glancing at the text messages on Jungkook's phone, I scrolled all the way up from the first text, back down to the last.

I crossed my legs, my eyes glances up once more at my cheating boyfriends. The more I sat there looking at them and those text messages, the more angry I got.

"Who's Si-Woo?" I asked with a low tone. It was loud enough for both of them to hear but they didn't budge.

"I said, Who's Si-Woo?"I asked again a loud tone. Still no reaction.

In a swift move, I got out of my chair, and jumped on the bed startling Namjoon and Jungkook awake.

"WHO THE FUCK IS SI-WOO?!"

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[experiment14-12]

We have iPad Air, Kindle Fire, and Google Earth. All we need now is Windows Water.

🚿Shower Thoughts!✨

Pho and ramen is basically just pretentious spaghetti.

What if every country has ninjas, but we only know about Japan's ninjas, because they're so bad at being ninjas?

If a fly loses its wings, it's now called a walk.

We pay rappers to brag about the money we give them. (The one reason I don't like rap music.)

The moment you lock a door, it becomes a wall.

We don't know if any car from the Cars movie series gets car insurance, or life insurance.

Technically speaking, gravity is always trying to pull your pants down.

If you don't fit into today's normal, then you're extremely put down for it.

As soon as you read this word, "balls," your brain immediately pictures something round. Or, something else that I will not get into.

We notice specific parts of the body only if they hurt.

Aaaaaaaand, post!