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mina-saiyat · 10 months

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1202

Paradise (Mina)

‘How’s your last night with Jihyo, boss?’ It’s the first thing that Mina asks when she gets on your car. You stops for a second, and close the door for her. ‘It’s good. But not good as with you.’ You fasten the seat belt and kiss her hand. ‘Is Minari being jealous? You are getting a full week with me.’ You giggle.

Mina whispers at a volume that you cannot hear. ‘I don’t know how long I can stay with you in this trip.’ She sighs. You are focusing on driving and did not notice what she is doing.

‘Why are your dress being so exposed, Mina? I know you are beautiful, but I don’t want other men looking at you’ You stare at the mirror as the dress clearly showcases her little cleavage, making her look sexier. Mina kisses your cheek and grabs one of your fingers into her cleavage. ‘Boss like Minari’s tits? Minari knows Jihyo is much bigger.’

You swallow the saliva and keep peeking Mina’s tits through the mirror. ‘I love everything of you, Mina. But I am driving now, don’t distract me.’ The sensation from Mina’s skin is completely different, you know Mina uses a lot of time to do skin care everyday, which makes her skin always in a good shape. Although she is not as white as Dahyun, everyday you touch her is like touching a magnet that you never wanna let go.

Mina giggles and releases your finger. ‘Minari knows boss will love this dress, but Minari is not wearing for you. Don’t you think this dress is elegant and Minari looks like a good girl in it, boss? Minari has told you before, Grandpa loves people with manner, that’s why Minari prepares suit for you. The family dinner tonight will gather lots of people, and even some blind date arrange by my family…’ Mina pours her face. ‘Boss, if you can’t satisfy my family, Minari may never see you again… Minari doesn’t wants to break up with you, boss.’

"Well, if they don't like me, why don't we run away together?" you say with a smile as you look over to her. "We could go to Hawaii, like you wanted too." You say while looking into Mina's eyes.

'Really? Boss can abandon everything and go to Hawaii with Minari? We can change the flight now.' Mina looks at you with expectations. But you are silent, you don't know what you can answer.

Are you gonna give up everything for Mina, you cannot answer to yourself. Mina is the one who does the most things for you among all the girls, but you cannot decide to leave other girls, you remember the last night with Jihyo, you remember the chat in ice cream store with Nayeon, and even the night you cuddle with Momo.

'It's already a runaway that Minari stays in Korea for so long.' Mina turns around and looks at the window. ' My family wants me to go back to Japan, to be their princess right after my graduation. But I don't want to, so I just apply every job that I can, so I can convince them to let me stay. And then I meet you, boss. Minari loves boss, Minari could never leave you.'

'So do I, Mina. I will do my best tonight.' You hold her hands, giving her confidence.

You two arrive at the airport soon, and Mina is sleeping in your arms while you are waiting on board. You use this chance to text all other girls, telling them that you are going to leave. All of them wish you a good trip, except Sana, still act naughty and sends you a pic of her wet clit. 'Will my home flood after you back?😝😝'

You close the chatbox and then text Nayeon instead.

'I am going to a business trip today.'

'So?' Nayeon replies immediately.

'You make me don't know what else I can say.'

'Don't you have a lot of things to say before? huh? Why are you out of topic now?'

'I afraid you will bite me again.'

'If you talk, something makes sense that I won't. Is that the conversation last night has given you some illusion that you can find me whenever you want.'

'I am sorry, it's not what I mean.'

'My mood was damaged by you. If sorry is useful, why we need police then.'

'Perhaps we can meet again after I back.'

'No, don't text me. I gonna sleep now.'

'But, it's morning now.'

'It's none of your business, shut up.' Then Nayeon offline immediately.

You put down your phone when you see Nayeon doesn't reply to you again. 'I gonna see you in person again. She calmed down already. I need a perfect timing.'

Nayeon put down her phone at the same time, she buries herself in the pillows and rolls on the bed. 'Why is he so annoying!'

Nayeon's faces are red, and she bites lips like an angry rabbit. There are countless man that approached Nayeon after you two broke up, but Nayeon just can't erase you in her heart. The constant, but not regular message from you forced her to always remember you.

You look down at Mina and kiss her forehead while she sleeps. you only wake her when it's time to board. "Mina, come on, we have to go." You say while nudging her. You let her rest on the plane ride to Japan while You look out the window and think about how you’re going to leave a good impression.

he plane doesn't take long to arrive in Japan, but Mina is sleeping for the whole trip, her head laying on your shoulder. It seems you are the safest shelter for her in the world. Mina keeps mentioning her family is strict, which makes you nervous.

It's not the first time you have come to Japan, but you feel strange as the one serving you and Mina is more polite than usual. You keep the question in your mind and check the map. 'Mina, where is your home? I need to check how can we get there.' 'Someone will pick us up, don't worry.' Mina answers you.

'Oh, that's answer everything.' The question in your mind solves when you see the people who pick you up. It's a Rolls Royce, the driver bows at Mina and opens the door for her. 'Someone will deliver the suitcase for us, boss. let's go.' Mina holds your hand and leads you to the car. You are still shocked from what you see. You hear Mina says something to the driver, and he starts to drive. However, he is driving on the highway opposite to the city. The view from outside reminds you that you are in the countryside. It seems Mina's family is not a usual family, perhaps very unusual, at least unusually rich.

Inside the car, you keep holding Mina's hand but stay quiet. When you arrive at her home, you exit the car and open the door for Mina before the driver has the chance to. "You probably should have told me more about your family." You whisper to her.

'Grandpa hates people lies, I guess he would like to see the true reaction from you rather than the prepared.' Mina kisses your cheeks before holding your hand.

You two follow the maid and walk in Mina's house. It is so big that just like a castle. You are surprised by the wealth of her family as you admire the size of her house. 'You should let the driver open the door.' Mina's words catch your attention.

'Didn't you say he cares manner. Open the door for a lady is what a gentleman should do.' You answer.

'Just do what you should do, if you do everything yourself. Why should we hire maids here.' Mina giggles. 'My grandfather is very nice, boss. You don't need to be so worried.'

'Ojiisan!' Mina rushes to hug an old man in front of you two. You guess he's Mina's grandpa. You can see Mina is talking happily with him, but since you don't know Japanese, you can just awkwardly stand next to them.

Seeing the old man finally turns his attention at you, Mina grabs your arm tightly and introduces you to her grandpa.

You give a deep bow to Mina's grandpa. You turn to Mina and ask if she can translate for you. "I'm sorry I can't talk to you myself, sir. It's very nice to meet you, this is a wonderful home you have." You say before standing back up.

You can feel that Mina’s grandpa scans your whole body without answering you. You are so nervous that you thought you did something wrong. Finally, he gives you a nod and talks to Mina again. Mina blushes when she hears what he says, you have no idea what they are talking about, however, you know it is not appropriate to ask right now.

Mina’s grandpa offers you a handshake before turning around. You gratefully shake his hand, and follow his steps. Mina whispers to you, ‘My grandpa asks are you my boyfriend, and I say yes. He never shakes hand with people that he don’t know. I know he will like you, we will be fine.’

Unlike Mina’s optimism, already workings years in this industry, you know acting too polite to others is not always a good thing. But it is making sense that Mina’s grandpa does not want a foreigner to be his granddaughter’s boyfriend, you will need to prove yourself. Mina kisses your cheek, ‘My parents and brother will be there tonight too, so get ready yourself.’ And then she rushes forward to hold her grandpa’s arm.

You thought three of you are going to sit down and have a proper conversation, however, when you walk to the end of the corridor, Mina’s grandpa turns around and gives you a smile before leaving . You try to follow them and you are stopped by the maid. ‘This area is only accessible for my family members, the maid will lead you to visitor’s room. See you on the other side, boss.’

You have no choice but to follow the maid and go to the room that they assigned for you. Although it’s just a room for visitor, it’s already larger than your master bedroom at home. You hear someone knock on the door, when you are checking your luggage.

“Good afternoon, Mister. The order given to me is to assist you for anything you need.’ ‘Master has hired some maids that can speak Korean for Miss Mina.’ She answers before you wanna ask. “The dinner will start at 7 tonight, I will remind you around that time. Do you need anything, sir? I can help for everything, literally.’ The maid smiles at you seductively.

"What can you tell me about Mina's family?" You say in a serious tone. "That’s all I need for now. Just to know more about Mina's family."

'Myoui family is one of the most prominent families in Japan, every generation of master will be a noble.' The maid pours you a cup of tea before continuing.

'The origin of Myoui family seems to be a relative of the emperor, although they are not so close now. Old Master is respected by the current Emperor, and they will visit the palace regularly. After the development of the years, Myoui Corporations became the largest enterprise in Japan, and even global, just like Samsung in Korea, maybe even larger in scale.'

'Old master’s body is getting worse these years, he wants to hand over the business to young Master, but young Master seems to more like his job as a doctor, and Mr Kai, Miss Mina's older brother, wants to be an athlete rather than a businessman. Miss Mina comes back this time is possibly for the company. I thought she was going to marry someone from other tycoons.'

"I see. Well, sorry to disappoint you." You say with a laugh. "If that's all you know, you can leave. I'll be fine on my own." You say as you sit on the bed and think about what I've gotten myself into.

You pull out your phone and message Jihyo to update her on the situation. After that, you go and take a shower to think about Mina a bit more while waiting for dinner.

You bathe in the bathtubs, let the water soaking. You need some time to clear your mind before tonight's dinner. You really know too little about Mina. You never thought that she is literally a princess, and she even put down her face for you, you cannot disappoint her.

You want Mina to stay with you, you know you love her. You just keep thinking how you can get recognition from her family, and you lack the confidence to do so. The possible blind dates arranged for Mina are the son of the billionaire in Japan, and even some noble in Japan, you got nothing to compare with them, except for your love towards Mina.

'Knock knock.' The knocking on the door brings you back to the reality. 'I said I will bath myself.' You yell to the door and close your eye for some rest.

However, you then feel someone gets in the bathtub, you open your eye and see it's Mina. She is already naked and slowly sitting on your lap. 'Sorry for leaving you alone. I come here immediately after my grandpa leaves for the nap.'

She lays her head on your shoulder and kisses you. 'You may need to sleep yourself when you are staying here. It is not appropriate that you stay in my room if my family is here. I am sorry.'

You wrap your hands around Mina. "That’s okay, Mina. I understand." You kiss the back of her head. "I was just thinking about you, my little penguin," You say as you squeeze her gently. "I'm worried about if your parents don't like me. I want to be with you forever, Mina. I can't imagine you being with anyone else besides me. I love you."

'Me too, I love you, boss.' Mina turns around to kiss you, you slip your tongue in her mouth and taste her saliva. She wipes her hands around your neck, pulling you closer to her.

You two only break the kiss when you feel she hammers your chest. She can feel your erected cock is poking her thigh. ' Stand up, boss. Let me help you shower.' Mina, give you a light kiss and then stand up.

Mina's naked body is just like an artwork, her skin, her tits, her ass and her legs, everything is just so perfect. You swallow your saliva again at the moment she stands up, her ass looks even bigger when the water is dripping from her skin.’ She must do it in purpose.' You told yourself.

Seeing you can't move your eyes away, Mina smiles. 'Why are you glazing me so hard? Haven't you seen my naked body before?'

"Of course, I have, but I'm amazed by it every time I see it." You slide my hands over Mina's body. "You're just so amazing. Let's make sure we're both clean." You start with her upper body before moving downward, making sure to pay careful attention to every part. "I love you, Mina."

Mina smiled sweetly when she hears your confession. She hums while flushing you with the shower, it seems she is happy that she hears your compliment. You caress her devil figure with a curved body shape, and looking at her beautiful little face. Every inch of her skin seemed to have been soaked in milk, white and tender, like a work of art carved from beautiful jade.

Mina took the shower and washed your neck, chest, stomach, all the way down, until your already fully harden cock. "It has to be rinsed first..." Mina chuckled slyly. "Uh!" You whispered lightly, but she held your cock with one hand, pointing the shower at the glans and rushing it straight...

"Whoa!" You gasped. ‘Mina… they may hear us… Hmm...ah”

"Oh, okay? I'll wash it for you, boss... The bathroom is soundproofing" Mina hides her smile, moving the shower, and rinsed the cock from all directions, but just never leave your tips.

The impact of the shower sprays directly on your cock, causing waves of tingling ripples, which made your lower body feel itchy. ‘Mina…’You grunt your throat and arched your waist, so she can wash you more easily.

Mina still hold onto it tightly and sprayed, refusing to let go, and say coquettishly: "Boss, don't shrink back, let me help you wash..."

Mina's pair of bright eyes staring straight at you, while applying the shampoo on her plump breasts, and then sticking to your body, sliding and rubbing up and down. "Boss, don't worry, I'll help you apply soap..." She whispered seductively, while smoothing your whole body with her slippery mounds. At this moment, her curvaceous body is like a beautiful snake wrapping its prey around.

She stretches out her jade arms lightly, wrapping around your waist, her breasts pressed heavily on your belly, wandering in circles, always almost hitting the fatal zone.

Feeling the smoothness of her peaks and ridges, rubbing against your skin at zero distance, your throat went dry, and your eyes begin to blur due to the sensation. "Her skin is so white and smooth..." you couldn't help thinking to yourself.

This is simply an even more imperial enjoyment than JAV. Especially after you know Mina’s identity, a princess from a noble family is serving you in such a horny way, the creamy skin, smooth like tofu, that can be broken by blowing bombs, slides all over your body.

“So comfortable…“You can just barely stand still.

Seeing expression of enjoyment on your face, Mina secretly rejoiced: "Boss, wash it off for me too..." Then she grabs your hand and presses them on her own pedestal.

"Umm..." Feeling the size that perfectly fit with your hands, the breast flesh was squeezed out between your fingers, as soft as a sponge, soft and elastic. You greedily kneads her snowy tits, the touch was really wonderful for you to describe. "Hmm..." Mina's beautiful eyes looking forward, her face was flushed, and she just softly groans faintly.

She leans over and you kiss passionately. ‘ I Love you, Boss.’

‘I Love you too, Mina.’ The sweet lips, the intertwining of sleep fluid, you are both lost in your lover. You have already forgot other girls, all you want is Mina.

Mina's jade hand gently stretched out under you, slowly stroking your firmness. "Woo--" You raise your head in pain, but she keep fiddling with you, one after another, especially with the added moisture from the shampoo. The dragon was wrapped in her little hands, you feel you are in heaven.

Mina says softly and looking at you with anticipation: "Boss, do you want me to clean it for you with my tits? Although Jihyo maybe larger, I am sure it would feel better than her." You stun for a moment, then you just nod hurriedly. Seeing how impatient you, Mina couldn't help laughing coquettishly, and knelt down gracefully.

She strokes you softly, and slowly rubs her pink nipples with your cock. The slightly rough and itchy feeling made you keep moaning in comfort, and you just close your eyes to enjoy it. While keep paying attention to your expression when Mina is stroking, Mina found that every time the foreskin under your penis was rubbed, your body would tremble slightly, and she immediately knows this is your sensitive zone.

She smiles and says, "Boss, you like here?" She rubs the area vigorously with her nipple. "Wow——" You exhale happily, arch your body, and your legs immediately weaken, you could just moan, "Yes... yes..." Mina grinds you harder and concentrate her movement when she hears your answer. You nearly cry out in enjoyment, your legs writhing uncomfortably.

"I want to have a sandwich" Mina says softly, holding up her pair of tits, and wraps the cock in. "Oh…" Your scalp was numb, and the tightness of being surrounded by Mina’s breasts made you go crazy. Two pieces of tender breast meat were dipped in creamy bubble, wrapping in your rod, and stroking up and down.

"Oh~ you.....wow.....Mina!" You feel the strength in your whole body is drained as you was imprisoned by her breasts, and your complexion was also distorted. "He he... It is comfortable right?" Mina's winks, and she presses her breasts with both hands, as if she is rubbing flour, kneading the cock in the middle.

This is a skill she has practiced thousands of times secretly. Seeing that Jihyo's chest is so huge, she guessed that I must be particularly keen on this, she doesn’t want to loss to Jihyo, even just any one of the aspects. For sure, your twisting lower body comfortably and satisfied expression on your face also confirmed her guess.

"Boss… I love you..." Mina whispered coquettishly. That soft, squirming voice makes your mind go blank. You look down at her, and see her kneeling tenderly. While serving, she looks at you with watery and pitiful eyes, just like an abandoned kitten.

"Boss… Just cum… The harmful substances should be released, keeping it is not good for your health…" Mina's voice is very gentle, as if a big sister is coaxing her younger brother to sleep.

She took turns on making circles with her snowy breasts, rubbing you who was almost unable to hold on, at the meantime, she lowers her head, playfully teasing the sensitive urethral opening with the tip of her tongue.

"Umm…" You feel that your whole body is about to lose the balance, and the electric pleasure flowed through your veins like it is out of control.

Mina smiles softly and moving lightly. The squeezing and twitching of her tits against you begins to speed up rhythmically, and the shower gel makes a "Qiu Qiu" sound under the rapid friction. Bubbles also formed in the deep gaps that imprisoned the giant dragon.

The whole scene is as dreamy as a children's paradise. Except, what you are doing was so evil. You are addicted to this feeling, you just wish it was forever, only you and Mina here, you don’t need to care about anyone else.

The pleasure is making you to lose your focus in your eyes. The kind of comfort is hard to describe in words—in short, it feels like the you are melting into her cleavage like a snow strip on the peak at any time.

Mina’s tits may not as big as Momo and Jihyo, it still feels like heaven. Meanwhile, Nayeon also titfucked you once. But Mina's service is completely different which Nayeon’s would be hard to compare with.

You don't even know when you started to thrust in coordination. Waves of sexual pleasure crashing your head, you close your eyes and moan out uncontrollable screams.

Mina lowers her head with a smile, "sip" loudly, and sucks the mushroom cap protruding from the gap with her red lips. “Ugh!” You feel like being shocked by an electric shock, and the fiery pleasure broke through your body in an instant. You already endured to the limit, and finally break out crazily.

"Ahh!" Mina exclaimed, then chuckle coquettishly, her breasts were still squeezing the iron rod tightly, she closes her eyes, and endure your fountain without avoiding it. Her hair, her face, the corners of her mouth… are all covered in white. Mina keep stroking you with her tits until she feels your orgasm has ended.

Mina looks at me with a charming smile, and asks: "Boss, do you like me to help you in this way? I have practiced for a long time." Then she dips a trace of semen with a finger from her tits, and put it in her mouth to taste it flirtatiously. You stare at her blankly, your mind is blank in the aftertaste after the climax, and you just nod and moan slightly.

‘You can find me next time if you want a titjob, boss. I believe I am better than Jihyo.’ Mina squints her eyes and smiles delicately. ‘Now we can take a quick nap together before the dinner. It may be the only time that we can sleep together in the trip.’

You accept Mina's proposal, and as you finish our shower, you dress her yourself and lead her to the bed. You lay down and bring her on top of you. You press her head to your chest. "I love you, Minari. I really hope your parents like me." You hug her tightly. "If not…I want to run away with you." You slowly fall asleep when you keep Mina in your arms. A few minutes later you fall asleep, Mina whispers. ‘I am sorry… Boss… I want to be with you forever too… I am sorry…’

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #mina smut #twice mina #twice imagines #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut

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customboytoy · 8 days

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Same anon as before, WOW I’m so happy that I gave you that much inspiration~ and sooooo love the “Stepford” retro-suburban angle you took with it, that’s fucking hot as hell.

You’re totally right that them being so “respectable” (chaste and boring) before makes it a thousand times sexier what is done to them, the taboos being broken are so much stronger…

And instead of just becoming just generically horny sluts who abandon their old aesthetics, they instead become a twisted fetishy parody of the lifestyle they used to live. Like, they started out as a realistic stuffy suburban couple, but now, post-brainwashing and transformation, they’re basically trapped in a porn parody of the most cliched 50s sitcom, forever.

The former husband, now resplendent in a long, flowing, shiny latex housewife dress, with the heels, stockings, tight yellow rubber gloves, pearl necklace, earrings and thick makeup to match, huge tits and slim waist, all the strong muscles she once had, gone. Preparing an elaborate breakfast for her beloved hubby, just as she does every morning. He comes to the kitchen in a gleaming dressing gown, tight enough to show off the sculpted, perfectly masculine figure underneath the synthetic material, chest totally flat. They enjoy the meal together, and then he reads that day’s newspaper while she sucks him off under the table~ Hubby needs to be feeling his best before the big upcoming workday, after all. She swallows every drop… then it’s time for her to go and help him get dressed into a dapper latex suit befitting a man of his position.

You just KNOW that she always carefully plans it so that every component of that evening’s dinner is placed in the oven right before he arrives home, so that they can fit in a nice, hard, satisfying fuck in their stereotypical rubber outfits while it all cooks. 💜

holllieeee shit this is everything.... i think this is the only way im ever getting on board w a masc man topping the fuck out of a femme woman like this.... this is wild omg who am i...

Im into this weird stepford genderswapping town though... lets say the twist is that the neighbors have also been through the Switch and well. Once that shoe drops its all a bit of a fun group project isnt it? This housewarming party becomes a little more about testing out the new neighbors new bodies!

Lets keep the wife in her perfect little dress, but get her into a more constricting outfit, keep her in a chair in a latex trap while they cheer the new husband on. All the other husbands will want to tear his clothes off in front of everyone. The husbands all have suits with latex gloves underneath, and they all want a piece of him, just like how all the wives want to get a handful of this new wife. After all, her tits got bigger than the other wives, that hardly seems fair! and look how they push out in the latex she has on!!! it crinkles every time she squirms! and the husband is getting admired by everyone once they wrestle his trousers off. His cock is bigger than the other husbands, there really is no woman left in his lean, veiny body.

He realizes he fucking loves being praised like a dominant man that he is, he loves his cock being felt up by the other men and women at this party, he wants more. When the latex gloves are lubed up on his cock its better than anything, he couldnt imagine how he went his whole life without one of these to be felt up and stroked, he wonders why he never thought of this before.

And his wife realizes how much she loves loves being tied to a chair like this, getting cooed over by other girls, her tits grabbed and latex body smacked so she can make pathetic sounds, her long hair getting pulled, all while she cant even move!! its nothing like her life as a man, she even loves the crotch zipper they gave her for easy access! Its fucking heaven to her, especially when they pull her out the chair to suck her husbands new cock while everybody cheers and strokes them, latex on skin and skin on latex.

The brainwashings truly complete, their previous fear and longing for their old bodies is effectively gone. Theres no more need to worry about your old lives. Yes, youre the man now, yes, youre the woman now.

#boyposting #ask #forcemasc #force masc #forced masculinization #ghhhhh housewife themed forcefemme you make me craaazy #its almost 3am but this has me going craazy i wanna corrupt some straight edge WASPy straight couple sooooo baddddd omfg #ftm hypno #boy hypno #autoandrophile #transition hypno

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sunwarmed-ash · 10 months

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I love you, friend! 💕

A couple of my headcanons for your amusement:

1) Connor likes to spend his free time playing video games (esp. farming sims) because they trigger the Mission Successful reward system in his brain

2) Gavin has quite the collection of fantasy dildos 😈

first off i love BOTH OF THESE. Very canon to me imo, I wrote the second one first, I hope you enjoy!

*NSFW warning*

Secret Box

This thing, between the three of them, that started small and innocently enough, turned into something so much bigger, stronger, and honestly sexier than any of them initially intended. So much so they closed on a three bedroom house last week and Hank, Sumo, Connor, and Gavin are moving in together.

But moving is also greuling, at least to the two humans who complained about aches and pains every free moment they could. It's why Connor offered to bring everything in in the first place. Connor would not get tired. He was specifically designed for advanced stamina. But Hank and Gavin were two of the most prideful and stubborn men Connor has ever met.

It took them a while to agree, but after Hank’s back popped in a way that was more bad than good, he threw the white flag and thanked Connor for his help before going to pass out on the couch.

Gavin lasted a little longer, but once he and Connor carried their king sized mattress up two flights of stairs, he threw the flag too.

There aren't too many more boxes, under half a dozen, and most of them headed for the same floor. He should be done and ready to lay down with his exhausted humans in about 15 minutes.

Connor moves another large wardrobe box containing some of Hank’s old suits exposing a time faded blue, 15x15x10 box that he doesn't remember packing on the truck. Or seeing before honestly.

Written all across the slightly yellowing cardboard is handwriting that matches Gavin’s, the words,

DO NOT OPEN UNLESS YOU ARE GAVIN

I MEAN IT DICKHEADS

MY STUFF, HANDS OFF! *

Over almost every surface.

A padlock opened in Connors vision and a prompt to

Open the box?

Had him biting into his lip so hard it bled, in strain to do the right thing.

Because, well it's not his stuff. It’s very obviously Gavin’s. But whatever is in there, it's obvious he wants to keep it a secret. Under plenty of warfare in fact.

What's the phrase Hank always says to him, curiosity killed the cat?

Well, Connor isn't a cat, he’s an android. But he’s also not an idiot. He won’t open it down here, in plain view of everything and everyone. He will take it upstairs, into their shared master bedroom and open it there.

Connor hasn't felt a choice impact him this strongly since he deviated. It's weird. It's just a box, he shouldn't be afraid of the damn thing. But it wasn't necessarily the box that was scary. It was the potential of everything that could be in there.

What could be in there that Gavin didn't want Hank and him to see?

Maybe it was something super rare. Like the world's only albino guinea pig.

Or maybe Gavin’s a master jewel thief and it's full of diamonds…

Or maybe Gavin’s a deranged maniac who keeps his victims severed heads in a box!

Or worse….

What if its an embarassing snapshot of Connor from the DPD Christmas party?!??!

His fans whirring in his obvious anxiety attack has him shaking his head and clearing all of the ridiculous thoughts he just had. It’s just a box. And he knows Gavin better than he knows most people in the world after nearly 2 years.

But once he opens the lid of the long traveled box, he instantly wished he hadn’t.

Mostly, because in that moment, someone had come into the room behind him, exposing his crime. And even worse, that person was Gavin.

“Hey! What are you doing!”

“I'm sorry!!” Connor panics, slapping the lid back onto the box so hard its sides folded under his force. He didn't even get a chance to look at everything inside, he was too scared of Gavin’s much deserved, wrath.

“Ey, easy!! Those aren't cheap you know!” Gavin says, genuine worry in his tone and Connor’s hands pulls off the box and steps back.

Hank and Sumo are on Gavin’s heels, barging sleepily into the room to add to his humiliation.

“What’s- oh shit. Ha! I see you found Gavin’s collection.”

Connor and Gavin’s cheeks boths flushed in embarrassment.

“Hank!” Gavin scolds at the same time Connor asks,

“What are they?”

“What do you mean what are they? They’re fucking dildos” Gavin says hotly, temperature matching the blood boiling under his cheeks.

Connor looks at the box with the busted lid again, though he doesn't need to. He has the video feed already saved, he can bring up every inch of his first glimpse in high graphic detail.

“But, they don’t, look like our other ones,” Connor says carefully, reading Gavins stress levels and adjusting his particular phrasing.

“Cuz they’re not modeled after human dicks,” Gavin says again, and Connor thinks about the one on top. The one that didn't look like a dick at all. More like a tongue, easily as long as Hank’s cock but curved and shaped drastically different.

“And that feels good?” there wasn't any judgment in Connor’s voice, just genuine curiosity. He thinks that's what really gives him the upper hand and reduces some of Gavin’s stress.

“It feels phcking incredible. All of them do.”

“Some of those are big Gavin.”

“I’m well aware.”

Connor’s eyes glazed over, imagining Hank using any of them on Gavin, or vice versa. It was enough motivation for Connor to then ask, with the biggest, softest eyes he can, if he can fuck Gavin with one.

Gavin’s knees shake as he struggles to take the ninth irregularly bulging inch, but he begged for it deeper, his cock still stiff and spitting fluid all down the shaft.

“Phck,” he can’t keep the pant back as much as he wants to. It hurts, but in the way he loves, and the fact that Hank and Connor are both so obviously getting off to it only adds to it.

“You’re doing so good Gavin,” Hank praises, and Gavin feels more fluid fall off the tip of his cock onto their mattress below. He felt like he was about to lose his mind, so he’s glad at least it looks more polished than he feels.

“Con, don’t stop, please.”

Connor’s hand squeezes his hip before twisting the bulging dildo in his ass.

The pleasure that rocketed through Gavin’s body at that particular action knocks out his knees and Gavin is barely holding his face off the mattress by his elbows. “Oh my god.”

“It’s actually Connor, but I appreciate the compliment,” the robot sasses and if Gavin wasn’t so desprate for an orgasm, he might have shot something back. Instead he shuddered, and pulled his tired legs back to their original position. It lined one of the bumps of the dildo up with his prostate and Gavin was putty in Connor’s hands.

“Are you gonna cum?” Hank asks, sitting on the bed beside him, running his warm hand across Gavin's face to get the sweat out of his eyes.

Gavin nods in Hank’s hand, and then Connor’s thrusts becomes relentless. It doesn't take much at all, and then Gavin is screaming through a painfully strong orgasm.

AN: I'm sorry for the minor crack, but I just had to with the spongebob reference. It really wrote itself. You can blame Daddy Clancy for the melding of fandoms in my brain.

As for the sex toys, use your imagination or alt the links I got the inspo from 1. 2.

* do I have a box just like this? Wouldn't you like to know weather boy.

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the-duchess-of-domination · 2 months

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TW for ED/ARFID talk

I'm severely emetophobic (to the point of ARFID) yet I love tummies so much? The noises, the smooth skin, how it changes shape depending on how full it is, the fact that we need them to keep us alive! Everything! But only online. I'm such a sucker for upset tummy fluff yet if someone said their stomach hurt in real life I would probably cry on spot and hold my breath around them forever. I think part of the love for tummies (or I guess you could say kink but it's not that sexual for me) is because I wish I could do it IRL. I wish I could comfort people and rub their tummies when they don't feel well. So instead I go to tumblr where I can do it no problem. I know this is rambling, but I hope someone relates

-lurker anon

TW: OCD, Emetophobia

hi anon!! thank you for sharing!! im sure a lot of us (including me!!) can relate!

i’ll share a little bit about myself! everything with me started as a child, and there are a lot of overlapping layers. i knew from an early age (literally by 5 years old) that it was exciting to me when cute boys had stomach aches (usually from being fed too much, throwing up wasn’t really on my radar quite yet but it makes sense because it comes with the territory). most of the pieces of media i can remember leaving an impact on me usually cut away or just insinuated that a male character was nauseous or too full by showing their face turn green or having them duck off screen. nothing was ever particularly graphic. this also led to a fixation on stomachs in general, especially the stomachs of bigger guys.

though i never admitted this fascination to anyone (and nobody ever shamed me), i felt weird because i knew other people didn’t share this fixation, so i kept it to myself and tried to enjoy it in private (this usually took the form of writing stories or seeking out media that possibly had sick boys in it. i was a real sleuth). i was a bit obsessive with it, but overall most of the harm was internal rather than external because i was convinced that to enjoy watching men’s pain and discomfort must have meant i was evil or that something was seriously with me.

the thing with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is that when you explain your compulsions and thoughts out loud they sound silly because you know they aren’t true, but you can’t help but think them. as a child my thoughts told me that to become sick was an admittance of weakness (which, obviously is SO not true lmao) and that expressing vulnerability was a man’s job. i developed crippling emetophobia that has persisted into my adulthood. the idea with vomiting and its lack of control was absolutely horrifying to me.

a man being sick? there is nothing sexier.

but me?

i began to have panic attacks through middle and high school. this later led to contamination OCD, always being terrified of being sick, and again, worrying and having thoughts about why i found it so attractive when boys admitted they were nauseous (that i must be corrupt, a bad person, crazy, etc).

sometimes i think our brains help us cope with trauma and fear by throwing us a bone every now and again. my fear of losing control manifests in fantasies where i hold all the power. i use my fetishes to strengthen the relationship i have with myself: that im not evil, or wrong, or corrupt, or out of control, or crazy. im just a girl who does things a little differently, and control in my fetish life helps me feel more comfortable dealing with my emetophobia in real life.

anyway, that was a long tangent, but i hope this resonates with the people!! 😭 we just love tummies man. i too love the little sounds they make and what those little sounds mean, the look of them, the way they sit on people’s hips, the fact that they can bloat bigger or get smaller, that we anthropomorphize them by saying they get “upset,” the chest and nipples right above them—i could write a manifesto i SWEAR.

-the duchess 👑🦢

#the duchess speaks #emetophilia #emeto kink #tummy ache #belly ache #that was so long but the people need to know

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tiny-elf-of-doom · 11 months

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Resident Evil: Merchant x Leon

Part 2! Another thanks to @x4ver1a look out for the final part!

18+ 🔞 MDNI

Just as Leon had promised himself, he ended up taking a day of rest with Chinese takeout and the brilliant work of Dan O’ Bannon. His jeans were getting on his nerves, so he ditched them before settling into a cozy blanket. The film “Alien” had been a bit nostalgic for him since it was his favorite movie to watch after school as a teenager. The xenomorphs, that chest burst sequence, and Ripley’s tiny undies were his way out of using a Playboy magazine for personal matters. And it was all made better with his meal. Sometimes, sacred slug snackies were better than a random hookup. Sloppy lo mein and sticky orange chicken drenched in sweet and sour was far sexier.

He sat back against the couch cushions, enjoying every bite of that cheap Chinese. Finally, a moment of silence after the chaos that brought him nightmares every night. Instead of cooking rats and snacking on bugs on that island, he could have something that wasn’t entirely trash. Who am I kidding, Leon rolled his eyes, this is trash, but it was good trash.

Ripley had just made her way on screen when a noodle slapped him on the side of his face. “Fight me, bitch.”

Sadly it had lost to the strength of Leon’s bite force. It was outmatched, quite unfairly. However, it didn’t stop his reign of tyranny over those greasy noodles. Small, useless thoughts filled his head the more he ate. What did Ashley eat when she got home? Probably some kind of prime rib, or McDonalds’s. Who knew? With another morsel of chicken crunched into his mouth, Leon stopped chewing: what would Merchant have eaten?

There was a pause.

Who’s to say he needed any food? He could have been there for the longest time and had stolen things to eat from the cult. The very image of that man brought nausea to Leon’s stomach. Who knew if the bastard was alive or dead, fed or starving, rich or poor? The hunger had left Leon’s belly, so he put the white box of food in the fridge for later. He hated cold Chinese, but when it was midnight and he couldn’t sleep, it was a comfort. All of his internal debates were still bringing up the idea of who Merchant was; where he was.

“Maybe he has some kind of trigger point. If he’s selling weapons to people who need them right as they need it,” Leon looked at his gun case hidden between a bookshelf and the wall, “then maybe I should raise some hell and ditch the ammo this time.”

Leon considered his experiment for all of five seconds before he acted on it. Soon, he was brushing his teeth and putting his jeans back on to go out. He planned to attend a strip club where pretty girls went to make bank off sleazy men who loved the thrill. Leon would have a few drinks, spoil his favorite dancer, then start trouble. I’m an idiot, echoed in his head.

“But I gotta see you, Merchant. I just have to.”

~*~

A punch to the face, various kicks to the gut, and Leon found himself being thrown over a small bridge and into a nearby river. Back tracking through previous events, the man had caused a fight when two idiots who were getting physical with his favorite girl. Next thing he knew, he was floating downstream, leaving blood pooling behind him. Those men were bigger than him, carried weapons with bullets and sharpened knives. Who was he kidding? He let them bully him until he was in enough trouble to go searching for his target.

If only he had brought ammunition,

if only he wasn’t such a sensitive man when it came to saving innocents...

if only he hadn’t wanted to see Merchant so badly.

Up ahead, there was a small waterfall. The rapids were roaring loudly and strong enough to pull him under the water. They would keep him there as soon as he dropped. Anyone else would be panicking, but for a moment, Leon wondered what kind of hell he would be leaving if the waters claimed his soul. No more pain, emotional trauma, the works. He would just disappear, drown.

What a dream, then he peered down where his feet were sliding towards the fall, nah, that’s a goddamn nightmare.

Soon, he began to struggle with the return of his senses. To his left, a tree limb was just barely out of reach. The water was quickening and so was his injured body. Every smaller branch he could grab had snapped. The echoes of the falls were growing louder, pulling him forward into his demise. Without thinking, Leon screamed for help, choking on the river water that was slowly suffocating him. Such a violent, foolish end to his miserable life. He hated himself for his decisions until he felt a tight grip around his wrist.

Color faded in and out of his vision. Shadows bled into the corners of his eyes until the figure came into view. By then, Leon had passed out, leaving himself to the stranger who was attempting to save his life.

#resident evil #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy #leon x merchant #fanfiction #leon smut #18+#mdni #short series #creative writing #resident evil leon #resident evil remake

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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no because you're right....none of the supposed new leading men are giving what they're supposed to give. sure there are some fine actors among them but truly only a few of them are the full package and those are usually the ones hollywood isn't really pushing.

Part of it is that I think Hollywood really is pushing very family-friendly content right now, and a lot of the actors they're moving forward have to go with that. Like, Tom Holland may Demand To Be Taken Seriously, but thus far it hasn't really worked, and a lot of that, let's be real, is because it's hard to see him in these mature roles. He's sexless, he looks very young. I think Timmy has a similar issue, but he's gone for darker, edgier roles obviously; his fanbase is very young though, and I don't know that he has the ability or the hype to have a sustainable career the way Leo did when he went from Acclaimed Teen Idol to Long Term Movie Star (Leo is one of the last true movie stars, love him or hate him).

There just aren't a lot of opportunities to really hot, mature guys to make a splash right now--to play sexy, to play romantic. Back in the day a Chris Hemsworth type would've been in movies that also allowed him to like, show off his sexual charisma, even if he's not fucking onscreen. Look at Harrison Ford. Even his "family friendly" fare like Star Wars and Indiana Jones always put him as the romantic lead--Raiders of the Lost Ark was actually pretty hot compared to most action movies today. (Marion screaming at Indy about how he took her virginity, the scene where she tended his wounds~, lol.) Then he'd also do movies like Working Girl, where he was a total sex object for the female gaze (the scene where he changes his shirt in his office and the female employees watching all clap).

Today they basically work out a ton, get their muscles perfect, and then... don't kiss anyone. Don't build that kind of appeal AT ALL. So what happens when you can't do those action roles anymore or you aren't taken seriously as an actor any longer? Few action stars have the physical longevity of a Keanu Reeves, who also has actually found his niche and grow as an actor while playing action. Most of them struggle.

So the more conventional dudes by and large do action until they can't and then struggle some; then you have the most nebbish guys playing more dramatic roles, because those dramatic roles don't have a sexy angle so they don't need to be sexy, even though back in the day you could totally do both (Paul Newman and Robert Redford were hailed as talented dramatic actors while being hot, because they were lol); and there are very few romantic roles in general.

I think there's also a lot of either/or going on right now too--if you're handsome you go superhero, if you're sort of normal-looking either approachable comedy or drama depending on your abilities. The romcoms that do exist are largely sexless, so be the safe guy next door, because sex is Dangerous. Arguably, a lot of Code-era movies are currently sexier than the sexless movies we have right now because the actors infused their performances with the sex they couldn't explicitly perform onscreen.

There is also of course, the fact that Hollywood keeps pushing the same middling skinny white guys (often British, often from money with a family tree that is a single branch). There are tons of men of color who bring the sex appeal and should be much bigger than they are. The internet has been losing its shit over how hot Dev Patel and Henry Golding are for... how long now? But they're Asian, so Hollywood refuses to see them as romantic leads. Daryl McCormack gave a performance both incredibly good and incredibly hot in Good Luck to You, Leo Grande; will he get the kind of shine a white actor would? Yahya Abdul-Mateen II says he wants to do romcoms, but will he be offered those parts?

Obviously, this is not a new issue, and the hot guys who made it big as Sexy Men back in the day in Hollywood were by and large white. At least they were hot, though; now it's largely white men with zero charisma, made to appeal to the mass audiences without any sense of sex.

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🤭🥹

Almost nothing sexier than waking up to breakfast and a half naked Sugar Sir already immersed in three or so books about aviation. He wasn’t joking about getting his PPL.

And yes I said almost.

We went out last night. Met up with my bestie from elementary and her circle of friends. One of those friends had a bebe like three months ago. (I know you know where this is going.)

1400 may always say he doesn’t want kids but he’s not above helping when it comes to child rearing. Mom and dad needed a break. And 1400 was like “I’ll hold bebe”. And lemme tell ya… I had to keep repeating “I’ve held my kids, I’ve raised them, I don’t want anymore”, cause what is it about tall strong men holding a baby that makes my brain go “uh 😳🥹😍 one more?”

Like, I’m not alone in this. And people did ask us last night if having kids is in our future cause we both seem comfortable and competent (that’s such a German way of stating that). Mind you, not all of my bestie’s friends knew 1400 and me at that point. Our answer was a hard no. The refreshing thing was that there was no questioning why. And no “you’ll change your mind”.

One thing I realized last night though is how much I miss working with children. And I brought that up to 1400 when we got home. And he seemed totally unfazed when he said “I know, Bunny. You talk about your teachings days often.” I never realized I did that. I guess… like I really do love taking care of and teaching children. Either in an ECE daycare or elementary setting. I just love seeing their little eyes when they learn a new thing, or how they ask questions, and their world is still so new and exciting. And like I also remember how exhausting it was to work in that field and also raising my own kids. But ultimately, I loved it and I miss it. And I’m thinking to get my certifications here after all.

So, I told 1400 this last night.

Now remember I said “almost” earlier? So I walk into the kitchen, breakfast is made, 1400 sits by the table, studying. He gets up, kisses my forehead, and pours me a coffee while I take a seat and plate my breakfast, only to discover that the stack of papers next to my plate aren’t for 1400s PPL course, but info he’s printed out about things I would need to become a certified ECE teacher in Germany, with a note attached that read “whenever you’re ready ❤️”

So… nothing sexier than a man who listens and supports you without pushing you to mental exhaustion cause he understands why I’m very hesitant to work in a field where I’m seen by people every day.

(Anyways. We’re now on our way to FraPort Museum and immersive experience. 1400s eyes lit up like a kid in the candy store when I told him we gonna go look at planes today. Lmao.)

(Ps- 1400: Bunny. This is so cool. Bunny. Look at that. Bunny! Why are we going that way? Wait? We gonna see the cargo planes??? (He’s like a little kid, bouncing on his heels. I swear, when it comes to some men, the whole excited about toys thing doesn’t go away. The toys just get bigger. But like, he travles so much. Not like he never sees planes. It’s just from the other side. But ngl. It is impressive to see the cargo planes, especially the turbines. Like you can fit a house in there!

It’s also nice to know that I can also surprise him, you know. I always worry a little cause let’s be honest, he’s financially way ahead of me, and money was always dangled in front of me like “hur hur I’m the breadwinner (my ex)”, and I also don’t wanna be a financial burden or become dependent again and ugh, I don’t want 1400 to think that’s what I’m all about, know what I mean. And he always says that I don’t have to but… it’s a learning curve, you know. I don’t need grand gestures. And I know 1400 doesn’t need them either. It’s just nice to pull the “I have a surprise” card on him and take him out.))

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Arranged - Chapter 1

Kinn had always thought that Vegas’ swagger was a little ridiculous. The actions of a small man trying to make himself seem bigger, more intimidating, or sometimes just sexier than he actually was. In fact, Kinn had found a lot of the things Vegas did to be sexy slightly off-putting.

Most men ate it up. This was why when Vegas was acting like sleeping his way through the entire gay population of Bangkok was his job, he pulled. Kinn hated every second of it.

Right now, though, he would give absolutely anything for Vegas to do anything of that ridiculous routine. Anything to see him swagger and smirk. Anything but the look of resigned misery that seemed to have permanently settled on his face.

The ceremony was going to be a small one. Nothing like the extravagant wedding Khun and Porsche had had. Their wedding had had tons of people, a huge reception and dancing and drinking into the night. Hours of congratulation and enjoyment. Because although Korn had pushed them into marrying earlier than either of them would’ve liked, they still loved each other.

Unlike Kinn and Vegas.

There was a small part of him that resented both of his brothers. For ending up with the beautiful, charming Kittisawat brothers. For getting to settle down with people who they truly cared about. For knowing that despite their father’s machinations, they had a chance at happiness. However, a much bigger part of him was grateful that neither of them would have to bear this.

Neither of them would have to force themselves to put a ring on their own cousin. Neither of them would have to take him to bed. Most of all, neither of them would spend the rest of their life hoping that their own husband wouldn’t decide to smother them in their sleep.

So, a small ceremony.

The immediate family, a handful of friends, and their bodyguards were the only attendees. The room was lavishly decorated but small. Seating only about a dozen people total while everyone else stood.

Kinn was dressed in a striking ombre suit that started with white and transitioned to red. Because if he was going to force himself to marry his bastard cousin, at least he’d look good while he did it. Now, he was walking down the aisle, taking his place at the end of it, in front of the officiant.

He stepped up to his place and turned to look down the aisle. In a minute, Vegas would be coming down that aisle, and then after that, they’d be putting rings on and saying vows they didn’t mean.

Kinn scanned each of the faces. There was a lot of blankness. Some pity from his brothers and their partners. And…tears from Macau.

Kinn swallowed the guilt he was feeling. Korn had demanded that one of the brothers marry back into the family if they were to keep their position. He hadn’t cared which brother, despite the fact that Macau was only sixteen.

Kinn, on the other hand, had been terrified of ending up with a teenage husband. Scared enough that when Vegas had informed them he would be taking on this task, relief had coursed through him. Immediately followed by dread.

Vegas, of all people.

Then, the dread had turned into resentment. Resentment towards Vegas, resentment toward the minor family, and most of all, resentment toward his father, the architect of this mess.

Vegas stood outside the door.

His heart was pounding, and his stomach ached. In a few moments, he’d be married and to Kinn of all people. What other choice did he have, though? Let Macau marry a grown man? He was still just a kid. He couldn’t run away. Korn would never allow them to make it that far.

He had no real options besides going ahead with this stupid plan. And he hated it so much. Why, of all people, did it have to be Kinn?

He would’ve taken anyone else, even Khun, before Kinn. Khun, at least, was easy to placate and bribe. All he’d have to do was keep a continuous stream of gifts, and Khun would happily just stay in his room with his dramas and toys.

Or Kim, who was always so logical and rational. Who probably hated Korn even more than Vegas did, if that was possible. Someone he could form a solid allyship with. Someone he could at least call his friend.

But no. He was saddled with overly emotional pain in the ass, do as daddy tells him, Kinn.

But not for long! If Vegas had his way, as soon as he got an opening, he was going to put a pillow over Kinn’s face and smother the life out of him. Leave him as a dead husk, steal his little brother, and take off into the night. Leave all of this nonsense behind him.

Vegas took a deep breath and turned toward the door. He stepped through and stared down the aisle toward his doom. Kinn was looking stupidly handsome in one of those ombre suits, and his hair gelled back.

Vegas himself was in a simple, all-white suit. When he had tried to get a basic black suit, he had been shot down by the man in charge of tailoring the wedding outfits. So, he was stuck in something that would definitely show literally every stain he got.

Vegas started his walk down the aisle, trying to focus on just getting through this experience. A quick look side-to-side showed everyone he had expected. Even his little brother, his only reason for living, was seated watching him walk down the aisle. Vegas was touched to see tears in his eyes and a desperate look on his face. At least he cared enough to be upset that Vegas was being given away like an object.

For the first time since it had happened, Vegas wished his father was still alive. He wished that he was there to put a halt to this idiocy. Because if there was one thing that Gun wouldn’t have ever allowed, it was his son being married off to Kinn.

Gun had had the unique privilege of being the only person in the world who could stand up to Korn. He was the only man who had enough power and sway that when Korn demanded something, he’d say no.

And right now, Vegas would take a slap across the face and a brutal chastisement if it meant getting out of this situation. There were a lot of things Gun had allowed to happen to Vegas. This wouldn’t have been one of them. He would’ve stopped it in its tracks, and that’s what Vegas wanted more than anything right now.

The reception was just a dinner. An awkward dinner where small talk seemed unable to bear the weight of the tension. Vegas and Kinn had sat next to each other, not saying a word.

In fact, neither of them had said anything since their vows had been completed. They had simply sat there, waiting for the entire experience to be over.

Finally, Kinn couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to say something.

“You looked nice.”

Vegas turned toward him, his eyes calculating. “Thanks, you too.”

They fell into silence again, and Kinn scrambled around for anything else to say. He felt like he was fourteen and on a date for the first time with a boy. Awkward and wrong-footed.

The multi-course meal seemed interminable. But the only other option was to leave early and bring Vegas with him, and he wasn’t going to do that. As the last few plates were cleared away, Kinn felt like he should say something. Something about how, despite this, he would take care of Vegas. Something about rekindling the friendship from when they were young, even if it had been a long time since then.

He opened his mouth to say something when the music came on.

“And now, the grooms are going to have their first dance!”

Vegas shook his head mutely. Kinn knew that they had to get up there. It was part of the expectation of the wedding.

“It’s alright. It’ll be over soon enough.”

Vegas shook his head. “I can’t dance.”

Oh fuck. Of course. Kinn had been instructed on everything a man needed to know to survive in high society. But while he was learning to waltz, Vegas was learning how to remove teeth from a traitor’s head. A quick glance at Korn had Kinn frowning and knowing he needed to get Vegas out on that floor.

“Come on, just follow my lead. We need to keep Pa happy, remember.”

Vegas’ eyes met his, and he nodded. He let Kinn pull him to his feet and out on the dance floor.

Kinn took Vegas’ hand with one of his own and put an arm around his waist. Kinn was annoyed to discover that he was tight and fit with warm, tense muscles cording his body. He put one of his warm hands on Kinn’s shoulder, and the music began. Kinn led, guiding Vegas using his waist and hoped that they didn’t look too hideously awkward together.

Vegas felt the urge to cry. He hated Kinn; he hated dancing, but for some reason, he didn’t hate this. There was something reassuring about the way he guided them both. The thought of having to dance in front of even the few people who had attended his wedding had him originally in agony. He had never taken lessons and barely knew how to follow steps.

Then Kinn had comforted him. Told him his shortcomings were okay and taken over. It made him feel like he might get through the rest of the day without dissolving into tears. And that made him want to cry even more because he hated the mere thought of agreeing with anything Kinn was doing.

The music came to a stop, and Kinn stepped back. For a minute, Vegas missed his warmth and strength against him. Then the relief of it being over set in, and he walked back to their seats. They sat back down together, with Vegas sitting just a little closer.

Okay, maybe he didn’t need to put a pillow over Kinn’s face right away. He could wait a couple of days, just until some of Kinn’s paranoia would fall off. Then he could kill him and run away.

Tea was served, and Vegas enjoyed a few sips of green tea. For a minute, he was somewhere warm and beautiful. For a moment, he could pretend he was outside reading a book. Then, he was brought back to earth and back to his reality.

The dinner was starting to wind down, and they were coming up on the last course. As they ate a few bites of lemon gelato and the slight murmur of conversation began to die down, Korn apparently felt like he needed to step in.

Korn stood, and everyone’s attention turned to him. “Gentlemen, I think that now it is time for our lovely grooms to retire to their bedroom. Everybody go ahead and tell them goodnight.”

Vegas and Kinn wore the same horrified expression as people reluctantly told them goodnight.

Khun and Porsche were the first. Hugging Kinn and whispering reassurances. Then Kim and Chay, then a river of people, were all there to say goodnight to Kinn.

Vegas stood off to the side, uncomfortable but unwilling to shorten this and hasten their retirement to the bedroom. The groups of them finally trickled down to just a handful of people. One of the last was Macau, who still looked a little weepy.

Vegas opened his arms and wrapped them around his little brother.

“Everything’s going to be alright. You remember what I told you?”

“Yes, hia.”

“Don’t cry,” Vegas whispered and wiped away the tears. “Just keep your head down. Okay?”

“I remember. Take care of yourself.”

“You too, and I’ll come see you as soon as I’m allowed.”

#kinnporche the series #kinnvegas #vegaskinn #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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Use THIS to Get the Sale and THAT to Keep the Sale

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Use THIS to Get the Sale and THAT to Keep the Sale

Long story short – people buy based on the benefits, and then they justify their decision based on the features. That’s why you need both to sell.

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No one buys a lawn mower because it has a big engine – he buys it because he can cut his lawn in half the time and spend twice as much time golfing. He buys it because he can cut even the tallest grass without stalling out and making himself look like an idiot for not cutting his grass sooner. And he buys it because something this big and powerful can only make him look bigger and more powerful to his neighbors and his wife (or so he hopes).

But when he’s bragging about his new mower to their next door neighbor, he’s talking about how much horsepower that baby has, how it’s made out of the same metal as the space shuttle, and how a team of 4 inspectors go over the entire mower three times before it leaves the factory.

These features are his justification, and they’re nearly as important as the original benefits that made him buy in the first place. They’re the reason he can justify the thousand dollar purchase to himself and to his wife, and justify why he doesn’t return it for something smaller and cheaper they can actually afford.

Now let’s put this whole features and benefits thing on steroids…

Features are useful, but by themselves they won’t sell a thing. Benefits are terrific, and by themselves they will sell stuff. But without the features, you’ll get a lot of buyer’s remorse and refunds.

BUT… if you add EMOTION to the equation, you put your entire selling process on steroids. That’s because while people think in terms of logic (or to be more accurate, they believe they are thinking in terms of logic) it’s their emotions that weigh in most when it’s time to make a decision.

Emotion SELLS.

Thus, the more you can tap into your prospects’ emotional wants, the more they will respond to your offers.

And the best way to get at their emotions is to go all the way. Don’t stop with just the obvious stuff, dig deeper.

Let’s use an example: You’re selling a weight loss product. You could say, “Take this pill, lose weight.” Losing the weight is the direct benefit of taking the pills. But that’s what everyone in the marketplace is saying. Plus, you’re not tapping into your prospect’s emotions, are you?

Instead, dig deeper and find the indirect benefits. What happens when they lose weight?

They have more energy

Stamina increases

Higher self esteem

More confidence

Better dates with sexier people

More outgoing and social

Looks better

Feels better

Stronger

Better able to take on life’s challenges

Less jealous of others (now they’re jealous of YOU)

Happier

Healthier

Live longer

And so forth.

NOW you’re tapping into the REAL emotions behind losing weight.

Take it one step further, and put them directly into the picture. Don’t tell them they’ll have more confidence. Instead, ask him to imagine what it will be like when his confidence is so high, he can walk into a room of beautiful women and ask the most gorgeous one on a date, and she’ll say YES.

Or ask her what it will feel like when every eye in the room turns towards her – knowing all the men want her, and all the women wish they were her.

Now THAT’s tapping into emotion.

And that will get you the sale every time.

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youn9racha · 3 years

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I Know (Part II)

Pairing: Changbinxfem!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: mild stalking, stripping, phone sex???, mutual masturbation, semi-exhibitionism, a tiny bit of corruption kink, and an even tinier praise kink, switch!changbin, switch!reader

Words: 2.8k

Extra Notes: like I’ve mentioned in the last part, everyone is above the age of 21 (think senior year of college age), so thats that. I’ve also noticed that the lyric is not that related to the story, but oh well :’) anyways, hope you enjoy this

And baby, I know, I know whatever city you’re in, you’re still the boy that I’d pick…

PLEASE READ PART 1 FIRST BEFORE THIS !!

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

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Changbin’s calling me…

What in the world does he want to talk to me about in this ungodly hour? It wasn’t late, but it certainly wasn’t early enough for a call like this. I looked back at the window and I still see the curtains still closed, assuming he was out or maybe in another room. I answered and put the phone in my ear.

”Hello?”

“Hey, (y/n)! I just wanted to call to check up on you,” he said, “how are you?”

Damn, he only called for innocent intentions... Why is he so damn cute?! (y/n), you got two choices to respond back; you either respond give him a nice sweet response, or you give a sly yet friendly comeback. It can work—

“(y/n)?” The voice out of the phone took me out of my inner self’s debate.

“Yes! Yes! I am fine,” I said, embarrassed and mentally facepalming myself. This is not doing well, he already thinks I am a creep and a loser. Or maybe not, since its seems like I heard a faint chuckle and the word “cute,” followed by, but that could just be a figment of my imagination. “How are you?”

”Oh, I am good, just came back from hanging out with Chan and Han,“ changbin responded, there were shuffling in the background so he could be doing something while on the phone, but what is it? I wouldn’t know. I heard him and Chris mentioning a ‘Han’ in our conversation we had while preparing for my apartment, so that name is familiar, however the owner’s not. “You should meet him one day, I think you both will be good friends.”

”Woah there, you better take me to dinner first before I meet your friend,” I teased. Keep it going, (y/n), you’re on the right track, you’ve definitely caught him off guard, like you always do.

“Give me a place, time, and date, you’ll get that dinner, or maybe I’ll let Chris take you.” Changbin nonchalantly said, oozing confidence just by his voice. That bitch… Always makes it harder for me than it already is. As if he saw my blushing reaction, he began laughing.

“What’s wrong, princess? Cat’s got your tongue?” He said it in a low voice. Usually, I would gag if anyone—let alone a man—calls me princess, but with him, it felt different. It felt… arousing? No! No! (y/n), get a grip!

I rolled my eyes and laid on my back to be more comfortable, “What is it, Changbin?” I said, changing the subject, “What is that you wanted to call me at 10 p.m?” Yes, pretend like he didn’t just call you princess in the sexiest tone of voice you’ve ever heard. Totally would work.

”I told you, I just want to check up on you,“ he confessed but he also paused to say something further, “and also I am bored and I kinda felt like talking to you. I’m not wasting your time, aren’t I?” Although I couldn’t see him, he does however sound really sincere with his words. I don’t want to sound naive, but he sounded truthful.

“No,” I shook my head, “you really didn’t, besides I just got out the shower and was just scrolling through instagram.” I said, looking down in my nails.

”Oh, really?” He said, “were you going to sleep?”

”No, I stay on social media for a long period of time, I don’t sleep that easily“

”I see,” he said, but then he stopped talking. As the awkward silence has erupted between us, I started to think more about the first time I saw him and how I felt. While I thought it would be better for me to tell him later on and on person, but this balloon inside of me was getting bigger and bigger as guilt is inflating it. I sighed and started to speak, “Hey Changbin.”

”Yeah?”

“Can I confess you to something?”

”Tell me anything, doll, I’m all ears.”

Dammit! You’re not making it easier.

I bit my lips, “uhh,” I am glad he wasn’t looking at me, grimacing and slapping my head.

”You know hitting yourself isn’t gonna help,” as soon as Changbin uttered these words, my heart sank. My eyes widened as I got up and looked out window. His curtains were open, and it showcase a very, very pleasant show.

I see Changbin, sitting at the edge of his bed, facing me as his black shirt was fitting his form really well, especially with the semi-flexed arm that has his phone near his ears meanwhile the other arm was holding the elbow of the occupied arm. He was look at me straight at my eyes when we made eye contact, and fuck, was that an image to look at. As I looked like a deer going through a headlight, Changbin tilted his head in confusion, but he still had a smirk, “what is it you wanted to me?” he said through the phone.

”I-I“ I stuttered. At this point, I’ve lost all sense of dignity and my self thought, I am about to get called a creep by a good looking man I met not too long. Here goes nothing.

”I may have invaded your privacy,” I said, which caused Changbin to furrow his eyebrows in even more confusion, still having a slight smile to it. “What are you talking about?”

”Ugh, Changbin, I saw you half naked when apartment touring numerous times!” I yelled in frustration, as he kept pushing my button. I looked away, not bearing to look at him, as I closed my eyes out of guilt. “I understand if you don’t want to be friend, even though we met for only a week, but I just couldn’t bear the guilt that I—“

As I confessed, I heard a laugh coming put of the phone, I opened my eyes and looked at Changbin looking down, with shoulders shaking up and down. Now, I have the confused look that he had, “What’s funny?”

“Oh, princess, you have no idea,” He said, still looking down. Me still being bemused, he noticed my silence and looked up at my frowned face.

”I know…” He smirked, while my eyes were widened. Son of a bitch.

”W-wh-“

“I thought you knew that I’m doing all this on purpose, I’ve been trying to catch your attention every single way.” He leaned forward, placing both elbows in his knees, “I thought you were smart, only to be a gullible baby.” He whispered the last part, as I gulped at the last part. God damn, he’s so intense with his gaze. His eyes wandering all over me meanwhile maintaining a very dark yet exciting aura, which typically puts me off but now, I’ve never wanted to pounce a man so badly.

I smirked at him, the guilt I had had fizzled away, only to replace with arousal.

“So you’re not mad?” I looked at him, with innocent eyes, now laying on my side, facing him, as my robe slipped and exposed a part of my shoulder and the upper of my chest. He breathed in, as he was examining me, “no, why would I be mad at you?” He leaned back, as his head was thrown back, neck exposed, placing his free hand on the back of his neck.

God, is he so fine…

”I could never be mad at my precious baby.” He smiled a seductive smile at me, which made me riled up by rolling my eyes and looking up. “You like getting called that, don’t you?” He may have said it in a question form, but it didn’t feel like one, it was rather a statement than a question. “Hm,” I said, looking back at him, eyes half opened out of hunger for him.

We had an intense eye contact, where if it weren’t for the distant and the glass that is placed in front of us, we’d probably be all over each other.

”Has your hang out with Han and Chris worn you out?” I asked, decievingly innocent. Man, the power this man has over me is no joke. He scoffed, “so you’re just going to mention other men like that?”

Ignoring him, I got up, letting the towel that was loosely in my head fall onto my bed, and went closer to the window, “let me relieve you of your stress, if you don’t mind.” I shyly fidgeted on my robe belt. He looked at me up and down, licking his lips, “I wouldn’t mind, if you don’t as well.”

There’s nothing more sexier than mutual consent. (y/n), shut up, don’t ruin the moment.

I smiled and backed away from the window. I put my phone on speaker and put it on the side. I looked back at him, as I held onto my robe belt, he looked at me with a smile. I turned around with a slight sway on my hips, as I slowly undid my belt, slowly exposing my back at him, smiling as I heard a shuddering breath coming out of the phone.

As the robe completely fell off my body, being just in my underwear, exposing whatever secret flaws that has been hidden from the public. I silently gasp at the cool breeze as I held onto my chest, sensing my nipples getting hard. “Turn around for me, baby,” Changbin’s breathy voice echoed all over the room.

We may not be in the same room, and we maybe exposing ourselves to whoever is above and under us as well, but neither of us care. In our eyes, we only got each other, and we’re the only ones in existence.

I turned to him, letting go of my breasts and letting myself be bare, only to see him palming himself through his tight pants, groaning at his lack of full on skin-to-skin touch. It’s like he was waiting for me to tell him touch himself, which proved correct when he said, “please, let me touch myself.”

I smiled sympathetically, and also slightly astonishingly. I have never met a man with such switch like that. His dominating demeanor has faded and been replaced to a submissive cutie, which I obviously seem to admire very much. Pretending to thinking, I sat down, and looked at him, putting my hands behind me, “only if you give me a show too.”

I smirked at his state. He was disheveled, and adorned a beet tint all across his cheeks and nose. He looked beaten, but I loved it, and he does too. He put his phone on speaker too, quickly got up, and rapidly got his shirt.

“Ah ah!” I said, which caused him to freeze, looking at me, desparation was seeping through his eyes. Menacingly smiling, “slowly.”

Which he obeyed, surprisingly patient and sensual, I jokingly remarked that “he got dancer hips,” with the way he took off clothes while his hips moved in a way not many who can control their bodies can. He chuckle, “you should see how it works wonder,” his cocky attitude has made a comeback, which should piss me off but it made the whole thing hotter than it already is.

We’re both in our underwear, looking up at our eyes and looking down at each other’s half-nude bodies. Changbin wasn’t the tallest man I have ever met—not that it matters—, but he got many aspects that makes up for it, and its not just looks or personality. Just by the outline, I can tell that his little guy wasn’t little.

I propped myself with my elbows as I spread my legs, for him to see the wet spot that is stained in my underwear. He grunted at the sight, while I chuckle, “you like what you see?” I faux-innocently asked as I trailed my hand from my neck, making my head fall back, down to the valley of my chest, onto the waistband of my underwear.

“Fuck…” Changbin cursed, admiring the sight in front of him. He didn’t realize how lucky he was to see me in a state like this, not many have the privilege, especially not with men I met in a short amount of time.

I tugged my panties, took it off and exposed a part that he was dying to see, which caused him to gulp. He sighed with a smile, “god damn, (y/n),“ he shook his head in disbelie, “I’ve always thought you were gorgeous, but now I’m convinced you’re a goddess“

I giggle at his words, “and you, sir, are a demon disguised as a greek god” I teased back, tracing my two fingers around my lips, I noticed that he still was in his underwea. He still waited for my permission. How adorable.

”You can take off your underwear, Binnie” I didn’t even mean to give him the nickname, but I was too excited to even think straight. I looked at him, and saw him reveal his friend, and I gasped loudly, which made Changbin alert. “What? Whats wrong?”

”Nothing, its just,” I chuckle, “you have a nice dick.”

”Thank you,” He smirked as he sat down and looked at me, with full attention. I put my two fingers into my mouth, while maintaining eye contact. I then trailed my finger down to clit, which resulted in me letting out a blissful gasp. Meanwhile, Changbin was repositioning to a comfortable position as he began to touch himself, which caused him to let out a choked out groan.

”Binnie, as you touching yourself?” I half-whispered, but it was still loud enough for him hear along with my fingers movements that moved from my clit onto my slit, which made me moan.

”Ah-y-yes” Changbin groaned and nodded, as he was stroking his dick following the pace that I was going at.

After hearing Changbin’s groans, I began inserting my fingers at my slit, making me whimper in the process, “oh, fuck” I cursed, as I started to thrust my fingers in and out, noises coming out of my mouth along with the wetness of my pussy were getting louder, which excited Changbin, as his stroking was audible through the phone along with his beautiful groans.

“god, (y/n), if only I could touch you,” Changbin spoke through groans when he saw me fondling my breast and going faster. I was getting louder with my noises, in contrast of Changbin’s quite yet beautiful and audible noises. So much so, it sounds like Changbin was watching porn, rather than getting fucked at a distance.

“Ah-are-fuck-are you close?” Changbin asked through whines, his speech was getting difficult as he was getting closer to climax with his strokes going as fast as I was.

I nodded, out of struggle of speech, whining out, “Ah! Binnie!”

“Fuck, (y/n), I’m—“ Changbin grunted, as his strokes was started to get sloppy, he began to thrust onto his hands. I began to feel like something burning up in my stomach, moaning at the sensation, “Chang—I’m cummin— I’m cumming”

“Me too…” He choked on his words, as his groans and moans were also getting louder. Our phone voices combined was dirty but erotic, topped with the scene of two people masturbating to each other, now thats even a hotter view.

“Binnie!”

“Go ahead, baby... cum”

And just like that, I let out a squeal as I reached my peak, still playing with myself until I sensed an overstimulation. Not too long after, I was hearing a lot of grunt from the call and then I looked at Changbin, who ended up cumming onto his stomach, his chest raising up and down, letting himself catch his breath. Still out of breath, we both looked at each other, we both laughed at our fucked out state.

“Holy fuck, was that hot?” Changbin commented, taking the phone, putting it out of his speaker and back to his ear. I laughed at his sudden remark, nodding, “oh yeah, can’t wait to feel what you feel like,” I bit my lip.

”At least buy me dinner first,” He teased, referring to the remark I had at the time, which made me roll my eyes and him to chuckle. “You’re a dick,” I said.

”A big one, and a pretty one according to you,” He teased again. I started to jokingly groan at his words, causing him to laugh, “alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

I got up and picked the phone, looking at him, “I had fun, we should do this again,” him and I started exchanging a smile, this time it was more pure than the smiles we had earlier. He nodded, “for sure, but the next time is going to be in one of our beds, I really need to touch you.”

”The feeling is mutual.”

We began to talk a little more, until we both have felt that slumber was starting to sneak up onto our eyes. We both ultimately had to hang up, since we don’t want to raise our phone bills with our already long call. While facing away from the window, I couldn’t help but started admire Changbin in my head.

I typically hate men, but Changbin wasn’t just like any man.

He was Changbin, and I highly doubt that you’ll ever find a man like him.

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yionji · 3 years

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Hey,may I request where nanami is my stepfather.

Y/n is a brat and always when she comes home from school she pulls up her skirt and unbuttons her shirt,and she likes to call nanami daddy with double meaning then he decides to punish her,Thank you!

Omg hiii ^_^ thanks for made me do this,I hope u like it,also im trying a diferrent theme so...

A/n: I try my best, but also this could have grammatical errors ;;;;;

Tags:Cervix hitting,Slight mind break,stepfather,stepdaughter, fake incest(?),Blowjob,big boobs,huge dick,cum inside,arms fetish,deepthroath,face fucked,vaginal sex,thight pussy,dirty talk,humillation,in 4,cheating,moral denigration,true love,degenerate,poor grammar,rough sex,dub-con,slaps,male domination,angry sex,gagging,crying,blackmail,Dilf,school uniform,urination,inflation,breeding,happy ending,deep,belly bulge,virgin,punishment,semi passed out,body fluids,pet behaviour,choking,smut,daddy kink.

Pairings:Nanami kento x F!reader

He looked different from any other men your mom dated.

"my name is nanami kento,nice to meet you y/n"

So handsome,

When you came home from university he was in his work suit without the jacket,he had folded his sleeves half way down his arms below his elbows,fuck,he looks so good his veins are marked and his hands are huge,long fingers,you could feel your pussy getting wet.

"y/n"

"Uh?"

"Your food is going to get cold,eat" said your stepfather.

"Yes,daddy" you smiled to yourself,crossing your legs.

Nanami just looked at you

It became a routine for you, seeing him all day long, you were so lucky, every day you had lunch together you were late on purpose so he could see you in the short skirt you wore with the long, tight stockings.

You loved that tired face and that look in his eyes. There were times when he cooked and when he did you hugged him from behind touching his belt or climbed on the table with a short denims.

Today you decided not to wear a bra, you arrived very late at night because you said you were going to a friend's house, the shirt you wore was see-through and tight, your mom wasn't paying attention to you because she was busy at the phone.

Nanami was staring at you, his toned arms were raised clenching his fist with his other hand.

He looked at your breasts, and looked up at you, you smiled innocently at him.

"Is something wrong, daddy?"

He sighed "I think I'll go to bed" he got up and left.

You were about to continue eating when your mom interrupted you.

"Daughter, I'm going out with some friends today, you know, don't tell your dad."

"What time will you be back?"

"Tomorrow at 12 pm"

This was your chance to be with him, you waited for her to leave so you can go to his room.

Before going to his room you changed into a long white shirt with no panties.

You went upstairs to, opened the door and he wasn't there, only the bed.

So you lay down, somewhat discouraged in nanami's place.

You woke up in the middle of the night because someone had turned on the room light.

"What, oh"

Nanami is there with his costume still on.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" he said firmly.

"I wanted to sleep here with you since mom left. Where were you?"

"I took your mother to the place she said she was going" as he closed the door to the room and took off his clothes.

He is so beautiful, his chiseled body and strong arms, long legs and big hands you are sure his whole hand was bigger than your face.

"Stop looking at me with that leering look of yours."

You smiled mischievously

"So you already know?"

"From the moment I saw you I knew, you're a whore."

"I didn't expect that, are you going to let me sleep with you?"

"You don't know what you're doing" he sat down next to you, you were still in your place.

He was wearing baggy gray pants and nothing else.

You spread your legs so he could see your wet pussy.

"You're such an asshole."

He ran his hands over your face, then he leaned in towards you.

"Once I start I'm not going to stop even if you tell me to, do you understand that?"

"Yes, daddy."

Then he climbed on top of you, kissing you very roughly, his tongue dancing inside your mouth, he knew what he was doing.

How am I supposed to put my dick inside her, I'm sure even my finger won't fit in there. Nanami think.

It was as if your stepfather wanted you to know how strong he was. He didn't even ask you,but he stuck 4 of his fingers inside you. It hurt, but you didn't want him to think you couldn't handle him.

He wouldn't take his mouth off yours, until he pulled his fingers out of you.

Your mascara ran, your lips were swollen and reddish and your eyes were crystallized.

He put his fingers inside your mouth.

"Lick them."

So you leaned your head back and began to do it, making lewd noises, he removed his fingers from your mouth, a trickle of saliva between them. He put your legs between his and started to pull down his pants, you didn't get to see the whole thing and you started to lick your mouth.

"It's not going in."

"You haven't seen it yet, how can you tell?"

"Are you stupid? I said it won't fit"

He was irritated and you could hear it in his voice.

You looked at him a little scared, he pulled up his pants, turned away from you and went to look for something in his closet.

While you were still trying to calm down.

"Shit, that wouldn't even fit in my mouth."

Nanami is furious with a belt in his hand.

He walks up to you and grabs you by the wrists tightly. "Don't ever talk to me like that again." He take off your shirt and he sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. "What are you doing?" you scream and he just smirk. "What you should have gotten a long time ago. A good old fashioned punishment. Are you going to act like a whore? Then you're going to be treated like one."

He ties the belt around your neck, closing the buckle on it.

As you kick your legs trying to get it off.

A part of you, however, is intrigued by what he is doing and doesn't want him to stop. "Stop moving bitch or I'll tie you to the bed."

You spit at him as he slaps your ass hard. You scream and squirm as he gives you several and you feel your ass turn red,burn and sore.

"Such a pretty shade of red." He murmur "Are you liking this?" He ask genuinely.

Your cheeks turn red. "You're doing fucking great." You gasp as the belt was choking you and he looks at you.

"I'll have fun with you tonight" you smile "Now let's start your punishment."

Did I hear that right? Start?

You drop your head as nanami gropes your ass.

"Good girl" he gives a few more swats on your hot ass before lifting you up next to him. " I've wanted this for so long. I just wanted to slap those silly punks and show them that you're mine,"

He mumbled before kissing you hard.

This was by far the best kiss of your life.

He removed the belt from your throat and you caught some breath,

until he grabbed you by the hair making you fall on the floor in 4, forcing you to stay in that position, you looked up to see a big bulge in his pants.

Nanami was pulling you by the hair towards his cock and you couldn't take your eyes off his bulge.

"What a slut I have as a daughter"

he lifts your face to the bulge and presses your head into it.

Fuck he smelled good, you felt like you were floating.

After that he pulls down his pants letting his cock out with a *plop*. It was big, long, veiny, with a curve and his head was big, standing up with a rock hard erection.

There's no way it's going in my mouth.

He strokes your lips with the head of his cock, you only have eyes on his cock.

He slaps you hard on the face.

"Don't take your eyes off my face."

as he knows how degrading this is and wants to make sure you don't try to hide. He keeps slapping you across the face as he stares into your eyes making sure we maintain contact,your cheeks were already red. Then he puts his cock back in your mouth,

"Don't ever look away again."

he starts to fuck your mouth hard. His cock was going in a back and forth motion the tip was not hitting your uvula, you can feel his precum on the tip of his cock as he continues to enter your mouth, a few more inches, with each thrust he was forcing more into your throat now he keeps his cock inside now as you start to choke and cry and try to pull back, he grabs you by the hair and forces you to stay still, you felt as if your jaw was going to open sucking such a cock then he pulls back and slaps your face hard with his hand.

"I thought I told you not to take your eyes off me, you can't even follow an order that easy" you hear as he gives you another slap and pushes his cock back inside you.

It makes him harder as you try to take his cock.

Your mind was dizzy you feel drool and saliva dripping down your chin as his rhythm quickens and you feel confused.

"Your pussy fluids are making a puddle on the floor y/n, like a dog"

you can't do anything but get aroused as his deep, panting voice couldn't be sexier. Feeling his hand holding you tightly and he continues to fuck your face as the tears fall to join all the drool.

You were wondering how long you had been with him since mom left, your knees were sore, your neck and jaw hurt. When he was about to cum?, your mouth could no longer contain his cock.

He let go of your hair and placed both his hands on your head. And you were you right, they were bigger than your face. He started to fuck your mouth even harder which made you kick and scream with his cock in your mouth, he ignored this and continued as if nothing happened, he let out a moan and pushed back on your head and you could feel the sweat on his pelvis with the tip of your nose, He pushed harder so that his cock filled your throat, the tip was no longer hitting your uvula, it was touching your esophagus.

Nanami dropped all his cum down your throat,with a slight moan,every drop of hot cum filling your mouth, but he still wouldn't take his cock out of your mouth.

"If you waste a drop, I won't do this with you again."

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you watched as every centimeter slipped away.

With your body trembling, you tilt your head back trying to swallow all his cum, you know big cock means big balls.

Gagging noises came out of your throat as you finally swallowed all of his cum, he grabbed you by the neck and opened your mouth wide open, he wanted to make sure you weren't lying.

He picked you up off the floor and threw you on the bed. Your dripping hole didn't hold on to anything and you kept trying to sit up but ended up squirming like a helpless animal, but with no luck. That only made him hornier. He kissed you placing his legs between yours.

"I think you're ready now."

the wet tip found your tight hole and tried to push in, but you squeezed your hole as tight as you could, refusing to give access come on, it's big but you wanted so badly to fight one more time.

He grunted in annoyance, Use his powerful hands to grab the bottom of both your thighs, holding you open and still for him. You didn't want to pull back and without a second thought, you tried to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you over his lap with his hands gripping the back of your knees. He held you painfully open and you couldn't hold yourself tight any longer with the slick lips of your pussy opening before him and his hard cock.

. He was so strong that he held you casually with the strength of his arms without flinching one bit, and then his cock, hot and slippery began to enter you.

Your eyes widened and you shuddered uncontrollably, feeling his hot breath against your ear and cheek. You moaned loudly and as he slid deeper into your entrance, slipping between your tight walls, there was no way you could contain the primal moan that escaped you.

"No! A-Aaaah! What are you... doing to me? It feels good."

"You asked for this didn't you?" you already sounded shattered, he's hulking you clawed at his back and squirmed. His cock was wiggling like crazy inside your tight, soaking wet hole, pulling it out and pushing it back in from slapping against your cervix. It felt like a living creature all by itself. He let out moans and began to gyrate your hips, moving you any way he pleased and thrusting his veiny member in and out of you, simply pushing it back and forth from his pelvis.

He moaned in pleasure, the noise sounded somewhat strange to you. "I'm getting you ready for my seed, you silly girl."

" I'm really surprised. I thought your inside would be as soft as your outside. But ooo, oh..." He pushed the tapered tip to the hilt, the big head stroking and wiggling against your sensitive cervix, curling up to thrust hard into your sweet bundle of nerves, making you let out a long moan.

"You are much, much softer here. My daughter is so soft and pliable." You sighed in new ecstasy. You never got to enjoy degenerate pleasures like fucking and breeding.

The morbid pleasure coming off you was sweet but the gestures you made was too much for him,The aroma of your pussy juice dripping on his cock,he put his fingers inside you even with his cock inside you just to taste your juices,it was the closest thing to the taste of heavenly nectar.

At this action you just collapsed on the bed,his cock in your pussy pushed faster and swirled quickly inside you. Nanami's fingers rubbed and stroked your clit expertly and the crushing noises of his cock against your pussy grew louder as you grew wetter.

Tears rolled down your hot cheek, you began to feel that familiar tug at your core, forcing your walls to shudder around it. "I... I'm.... . C-..." Your words sounded choked, he began to choke you. Before you knew it, a blast of numbing euphoria crashed into you, spreading from your fucking pussy, through your legs and down to your toes .Your body relaxed and you were just breathing hard trying to catch your breath. "Hey" he says and you feel a hand grab a fistful of your hair to pull your head back wildly, making you scream in pain and surprise.

"Do you think we're done, Pet?" positioning his thumb on your lower lip. "My little bitch has to be thoroughly tamed. Your pathetic naughty little hole has yet to be molded and shaped by my desire. You are still too tight for what I want to do to you."

You were confused, even feeling a little scared again because you had just experienced the orgasm of all orgasms, nothing that masturbation or toys could experience, and yet somehow, Fuck, being with your stepfather was a sinful nightmare, but he was doing it so well.

Kento turned you over and lifted your ass. He bent down and approached your ear, moving your hair to the other side.

"Y/n?"

"y..yes daddy."

"You were virgin?"

Sobbing you tried to form a word and nanami's arm was around your neck.

"Yes, I was"

He kissed your cheek happy to be the first man to be inside you.

He turned you around and spread your legs. Your battered hole couldn't take it anymore and you struggled to close your legs gently but nanami squeezed the slits near your pelvis to open them wide again. He spit on his penis to lubricate it and masturbate before entering you. The sight of that was enough to give anyone a fucking heart attack.

You sobbed, and shook your head at him. "No, wait, don't come in," you pleaded.

"You already take it, of course you can now"

He made sure your legs were spread wide enough for him, he started by slowly pushing his head in once he entered, and with a push of his cock and a pull of your hips with his hands, his huge cock thrust into your pussy.

You screamed, there were no words to describe the feeling, it was too good, too much for your little pussy. You felt too stuffed, the pleasure was scorching. Nanami pulled your body down on his cock until the head slammed into your cervix, filling every nook and cranny of your defeated pussy. Nanami felt your wetness and heat envelop him completely. He let out a long, drawn out moan that echoed in your ear, taking a moment to savor the initial act of suddenly filling your Pet. Tears began to stream down your face unable to hold them back any longer. Your soft pussy was forced to hold it back, the lips of your cunt stretched to the limit to embrace and squeeze.

Nanami could not believe that the fragile form of a small, pretty stepdaughter could pleasure him in this way. He knew he was becoming addicted.

He pulled out until only the head was trapped inside you and thrust in again. The large mass at the tip of his head, a very faint but visible lump rose up and formed in your belly from your the area under your stomach. You could do nothing but feel his dick move and stroke you and, without warning, he moved forward, reaching deeper, causing your bladder to feel stimulated and urine a little on his penis, wetting it.

He pushed his entire cock inside you one more time.

"I'm going to come inside your uterus, y/n," sharply his own thrusts became louder as he tried to force as much of his cock into your pussy as possible,

"about to cum?, I can feel your pussy, you like my cock hitting your cervix, don't you honey?"

"goddammit,please daddy" his pelvis pounding your ass so brutally you wondered if there would be bruises, "are you going to cum, what a greedy pussy. I'm going to cum, fuck, what a tight pus..sy."

His thrusts were so deep that you could feel the semen shooting out of him.

The tip of his penis was able to open your cervix a little, he wasn't lying when he said he was going to cum in your uterus.

You could feel the semen shooting into your loins, mixing with the copious amounts of your fluids and sloshing around. You felt as if he was in your stomach, as if his cock had unloaded a load of cum directly into your belly and the pressure was immense. You screamed, your nails digging back into Nanami's chest as he groaned,your softened at the orgasm.

He pulled his length out of your pussy,and contemplated what he did.

"Wow, what a mess."

"D-daddy, ," you said with your last breaths.

He lay down next to you kissing your forehead. "You did great,baby"as he looked at you with a warm smile.

Your body was already tired, you just fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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Disgust and Ecstasy

“God, Dillon, your butt is so damn perfect!” crooned Brian between mouthfuls of his sweet, young starfish. Dillon whipped his legs around in ecstasy on the bed where, occasionally, Brian and his husband (presently at work) would sleep in together. The room was tight, but cozy inside the charming 1920’s-era character home. The last shimmers of dusk shone blue through the window and the amber glow of a lamp on the other side of the room bounced off a far wall, flooding the two writhing men in its honeyed light. “Thanks big daddy!” the handsome young cub replied, his tongue flopped out of his mouth in bliss as his heavy set daddy friend slurped between his fit little asscheeks.

Dillon was attending university in the Pacific Northwest in the Willamette valley, just over the cascades was the town of Alder Glade, where Brian worked on the school district board and was also a producer at the local theatre.

The two were drawn to one another initially through mutual attraction. Dillon was a chubby chaser. Always had been, always would be, and from the moment he set his eyes on the Nordic beefcake he was sold. Eyes sparkling blue like a glacial lake, a full greying beard unsuccessfully covering a thick neck, double chin and perky chubby cheeks. Down lower Brian had a healthy portion of fur covering his meaty chest and round pot belly.

A belly that was almost always sucked in, much to Dillon’s lament.

Brian may have been a chubby daddy, but he was what some people may call a ‘sad chub’, an ‘accidental bear’ (as opposed to an on purpose bear), a ‘reluctant fat boy’. He may have enjoyed the attention from younger men his status gave him, but if things were up to him he would have been a lean muscle bear with not an ounce of fat on him.

Dillon, though enjoying the romps with the larger daddy, (as presently he was twisted around with his back against the sheets, the big daddy bear lunging towards his erect, throbbing member, sinking down all the way to his brown bush), he couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

In the last year since university he had put on thirty pounds, going from roughly one hundred and thirty pounds to one hundred and sixty, if he had it his way he'd add at least another hundred pounds on top of where he was, too. He felt sexier than ever, yet as he guided his daddies hand to his softening stomach, he felt Brian scoff through his fellatio, reluctantly giving his cubby a rather passionless belly rub. He couldnt help but feel a little bit deflated in response, but he tried hard to stay hard. Turns out it was hard work.

Dillon rolled his eyes and tried his best to enjoy the blowjob. Imagining his friend stating ‘oh my, look at this belly you’re growing, fattening up nicely aren’t we, boy?’ or ‘looks like my little butterball is going to be a bear soon’ while giving his growing tummy a healthy slap. He could tell, however, this would never be the case. Brian liked him because he had just enough meat on his bones he wasn’t skinny anymore, but too much more meat would be more than the older bear could stomach. He loved his fur, his skin, his hazel eyes and mischievous smirk. He did not like his gaining fetish.

“C’mon big daddy. Rub my big belly!” said Dillon in a husky voice.

“You’re still just an otter, boy.” The daddy growled as his face was buried in his crotch between his budding fupa and thickening thigh. Dillon hated it when his daddy friend downplayed his weight gain. Total boner killer.

Dillon sighed.

“Alright Brian, time for me to fuck that fat ass.” Dillon chirped excitedly, trying to keep things interesting, especially after that intentionally disruptive comment of Brians.

Which brings us to the second issue between the two, Brian was a reluctant bottom, only taking the position so he could get his hands on Dillon’s 'still perfect' body. He wasn’t, however, particularly enthusiastic about the whole setup and sighed deeply before taking the position.

“Alright boy,” he said, sticking his chubby ass up into the air, at two hundred eighty pounds and a height of six foot three, it gave Dillon quite the mountain to climb for his prize. But as usual, that wasn’t the position Dillon wanted to take Brian. He stared and smirked in response,

"C'mon boy, I don't have all night, Ken will be home at 11."

“Naw big bear, not like that. On your back. I wanna see your big sexy belly!” Brian failed to fully hide a grimace as he flipped onto his back, his tummy wobbling slightly as he did so, only slightly, however because Brian’s abdomen was still tensed in vain, always to Dillon’s chagrin.

“Oooh fuck that’s so hot Brian!”

“Well at least someone likes it!”

“Oh god yeah I do,” Dillon said, guiding his lubed up dick towards Brian’s hole between his fluffy buns, “fuck yes I dooo!” he moaned as his cock sunk into Brian’s hole.

“fuck…” Dillon moaned as he began to rock on his knees against Brian’s chubby rear. Brian’s cheeks were red and sweat began seeping out onto his bald forehead as he was beginning to get pounded, Dillon often started slow but often reached a fever pitch. Brian's cheeks and chin began to wobble with every thrust, but those weren't the only features jiggling.

As Dillon found his rhythm he looked down at Brian’s gut, when he was being pounded in missionary there was no attempt to suck in, showing, at last, the tubby extent of Brian’s grey furred belly. The faster and harder Dillon pumped his dick into Brian the more Brian’s chunky belly began to ripple, his shallow but wide belly button beckoned him and Dillon began to finger and massage it,

“Such a sexy belly, daddy.”

“Thanks…” Brian croaked dubiously.

Dillon leaned forward and clamped his mouth around Brian’s fat moob, sucking hard on his nipple.

“Ohhhh, boy, that feels so good!” moaned Brian despite himself.

“Fuck I love nursing your fat tiddies daddy!”

As Dillon got closer and closer to his climax he released Brian’s legs and grabbed his soft, wobbling gut with both his hands, shaking it with all his might, rippling his fat as he began to pound Brian’s rear as hard as he could,

“So. Fucking. Fat!” Dillon cried out as he flooded Brian’s guts with cum.

Dillon rolled off Brian panting and Brian finished himself off quickly with his right hand and a few flicks of his wrist, snuggling up to Dillon after getting off.

Dillon had news but he wasn’t even sure he wanted to say it out loud.

“In a few weeks I’m going to Vancouver to see a feeder.” He said simply

“Dillon,” Brian responded in a concerned tone, “I’m getting worried about this fetish of yours.”

Dillon sighed and rolled his eyes reading Brian’s text after sending him a dick pic.

Brian: you better watch that belly, son, I don’t want it to get too big and cover your cock and your bush.

Dillon wanted more than anything for it to cover his cock and his bush. Comments like this weren’t rare either, they were getting more common, especially after his lecture about abdominal weight being bad for the heart the last time they were both together before his trip up to Vancouver.

‘Yadda yadda. Like I haven’t had that catastrophizing, clean eating, healthy heart shit crammed down my throat all my life,’ Dillon would always think when confronted with such obtuse sermonizing.

Sermonizing that was becoming more and more common in recent times and not without a cause either.

It had been three months since the feeding in Vancouver B.C., which occurred late November. The trip was a hedonistic foray with a handsome blonde bear named Hayden, who sat at a rotund two hundred eighty five pounds and had a thick slab of an overhang tantalizing Dillon between every mouthful of sea-salted chocolate caramel ice cream (lactose free). His deep, mostly smooth but only very lightly blonde-furred belly and golden skin, only interrupted by the odd mole (which Dillon thought was sexy anyhow) and dopey, thick bearded face drove Dillon to the heights of ecstasy.

Since that meeting something clicked in Dillon’s brain. Mainly his appetite. The consequence? A lot had changed. Particularly Dillon’s waistline. Brian was right to cringe. Dillon had blossomed from one hundred and sixty pounds to one hundred eighty five. The twenty five pound gain hardly went unnoticed. Classmates made fun of his double chin. He bought an entire new wardrobe. His parents were concerned. His sister across in Baltimore laughed at his chubby face over Zoom. All in all he was feeling rather pleased with himself.

He looked in the mirror and stretched his arms above his head until the shirt he was wearing rode up all the way past his bellybutton.

“Finally outgrown mediums!” He exclaimed to himself cheerfully. Cupping the belly with both hands, he lifted it from underneath, pooching it up, making the bellybutton appear deeper. He stuck his finger in. With the belly smooshed up the way it was his finger was already as far in as it would go as it did when he put it in Brian’s. He imagined himself fatter.

Brian: it’s going to be fun playing with that dick this weekend, boy.

Dillon paused. Fiendishly, he propped his phone against a cup and a shampoo bottle in front of his dorm mirror and angled his phone until it framed his belly perfectly. He took a video of himself jiggling his new soft belly, fur abound, some of it getting sucked into the black hole of his belly button. After a few jiggles get gave his little growing gut a few meaty slaps and ended the recording. He then sent it to Brian.

Brian: that’s an unfortunate look.

Dillon: how come?

Three dots scintillating in that monochromatic frosted blue inside the mellow primary blue bubble. Then they stopped. Dillon face twisted with mischief.

Dillon: is it because my belly is getting big?

Three dots. This time a response followed.

Brian: Dillon. You’re getting too fat.

Dillon’s dick sprang to attention.

Brian: You need to start hitting the gym before you get any bigger.

Dillon’s dick throbbed so hard he felt like he would faint. Through his wicked, lust-fuelled haze a seed of a scheme germinated and burst through the damp soil of his mind, a season full of conniving growth passed in an instant.

‘I wonder how much fatter I can get before I see him again?’

Dillon: how fat is too fat?

Brian: when you have the same BMI as I do.

Dillon quickly added things up, Brian’s BMI had recently gone up due to him gaining back a bunch of weight, now sitting at three hundred twenty pounds. To which he couldn’t even coax a belly pic from Brian (well, he managed to get one, but Brian was standing with ‘good posture’ and sucking in his gut so hard it made his face look constipated).

‘6’3, 320 lbs.’

‘5’11, 185…’

He played with the numbers on the BMI converter on his phone until they showed him what he needed to know.

He needed to gain one hundred pounds.

‘So be it then’

Quickly, he thought up a lie, a delicious one, and concocted a plan in his head immediately.

Dillon: oh man! I’m sorry daddy! My sister is coming over from Baltimore, haven’t seen her in a while. We’ll have to reschedule!

Brian: aww, that’s too bad cub. Have fun with your family though!

Dillon: sure thing!

Three more months of classes. He’d been sitting on his lazy ass eating cafeteria food, fast food and tonnes of soda, milk everything. It’s what caused his weight to go up so drastically in just three months. He calculated at least another twenty pounds.

‘185 + 20….’

Unable to contain himself, be brushed his growing pink nipples amongst a sea of fur after ripping his shirt off over his head in a swift motion.

‘…= 205lbs’

He had to take his hand off his dick so he didn’t cum.

He never thought he’d be over two hundred, and just in time for swimsuit season he calculated - a conservative estimate -that he would be at least five pounds over.

His next thoughts made his body operate as if on autopilot.

Dillon: hey Hayden, does your work still need an extra guy… uh, bearista? And are you still looking for a room mate? Maybe I could come up and fill both those positions. That is if they’re willing to pay an illegal American under the table.

The very thought of his plan working filled Dillon with such lust he looked in the mirror and thought about what he would look like at two-o-five.

Then he thought what it would look like at two eighty five.

He plunged his thumb into his belly button and wrapped his fingers down under his belly, he stood hunched so he gave himself an overhang to grab onto. Dropping his phone into the empty sink, he twisted his nipple with his other hand.

“Yeah, fuckin piggy. We,” he jiggled his belly to let it know he was addressing it, “we got a lot of growing to do in Canada, don’t we piggy? Yeah, I’m gonna get so fuckin fat, I’m gonna get so big it’ll give Brian a fuckin stroke!” He said, his voice getting whiny and lustful “Brian? Uh, fuck. Brian, why are you looking at me like that?”

And he mimicked Brian’s voice,

“Good-god boy! What the fuck have you done to yourself!?” a vividly imagined expression popped into Dillon’s head of a dismayed Brian looking down at an obese Dillon splayed out on his bed, fat rolls cascading down his furry body.

At that, wheezing and panting, clearly on his way to becoming out of shape, he threw his head back, stumbling backwards against the wall, and sprayed his load all over his chunky reflection in front of him.

“Oh fuck yea!”

After he cleaned up he remembered the text that sent him on his horned out fantasy. Grabbing his phone, he noticed two texts that made him want to do it all over again.

Brian: don’t eat too much with your family! You’re getting too chubby! Maybe hit the gym instead.

He’d lay into that last comment for sure. As a lie. Then he read the next one.

Hayden: yeah bud! We’d love to have you up here! I’m over 330 now and only getting bigger, maybe I’ll rub off on you a bit!

“Rub off on me? That’s the idea baby!”

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The Hobbit: DOS: The Appendices, Part 9 (1/4)

30 seconds into the BTS: Thorin happens *FAINTS* RA LAUGHED! SQUEAL!

All the dwarves are being assaulted with tons of real fish. So much fish! Oh my Dorsch! :D So much fish lake town is fishy XD

Which fish are better - the hobbit ones or lake town ones? The plastic ones or the real ones?

Ori gets a fish avalanche. And the fish as monstrously big. Omg ori and his new lover the shark have alone time in the barrel!

Dori can’t stop laughing at Ori’s misery. Sweet Ori so mad he tells people to fuck off

Thorin tenderly puts a fish on Dwalin’s head How gentle RA is o_o Now I know why Dwalin is so grumpy XD

Dwalin hates fish. [Protein] Dwalin just eating a raw fish as statement It is for the protein. Gym instructor Dwalin cares about the protein!

Orlando Bloom does his own stunts and gets hit in a very private part of his body. Ooooo no kids for Legolas

Orlando keeps doing his own stunts. orlando stop breaking the set! legolas: how dare you make me bleed my own blood! Not the face! Legolas being a pretty boy, never bleeding once until now legolas: .... blood is red? Legolas: ... this isn't supposed to come out of my nose... And kids that was the time legolas decided he never ever bleed again ..... red isent his color Makes sense in canon too because Legolas wouldn't have as much experience as he does in lotr Headcanon accepted!

PJ: Thorin gets to plead his case in Laketown... Thorin gets to plead? THE KING DOES NOT PLEAD

Bard walks among dwarves and he is not tall at all Bard is a dwarf after all they could put luke in high heels lol Bard: I AM NOT A DWARF! Dwarves: ONE OF US... ONE OF US... RA explains the details of a scene Oh yes, RA let’s listen to that deep voice of yours

Lots of scenes a re made in green screen. It wasn't the dragon sickness, it was green sickness! I feel like green room is a place naughty actors go to think about their behaviour Ian McKellen and RA were naughty boys then 13 men in a tiny green room Yeah sounds naughty alright

Dori flirts and does naughty stuff with a tall man dressed as a woman Dori the womanizer! :o

Stephen Colbert's cameo with family and a cute kitty He freaks out geek style THE TOLKIEN FANBOY Imagine Stephen and Richard in a nerd trivia fight

Stephen Colbert gets the replica of Sting I can feel RA's jealousy in this RA: Now he is just showing off... there can be only one... RA like I’m gonna steal that when no one is looking He got orcrist lol RA: *angry* mine is bigger

Denethor === Master of Laketown (being disgusting) Grima === Alfrid (ew)

PJ has a cameo of a man hiding in a basket The Basketman. The hero laketown needs, not the one it deserves

Stephen Fry eating a fake testicle Everyone tries not to puke. This is worse than the tomato scene...

James Nesbitt's wife and daughters acting in TH as well. Saint Bofur's family taking over the movie! We approve of that! Beautiful female Orc appears on the screen We Stan the female orc Someone write fic about her I envy her... those eyebrows! Ori and Tauriel fighting over who is sexier - goblins or orcs

Laketown toilet scene. How about some toilet humor? Dwalin, pissed: emerges from a toilet The engineering that went into a simple toilet ;) Dwarves are disgusted Lake Town gave the dwarves more PTSD than the whole quest

Time for Mirkwood extras Time for King Bitchface Fabulous Thranduil vs Majestic Thorin Celebrity deathmatch!

It’s not easy to walk in long, flowing robes. Thrandy: tries to be fabulous, falls down the stairs cuz of his dress

Angry Thorin speaking Khuzdul I need a cold shower here!

Thranduil and Thorin scene Oof the sexual tension is so strong!

Tauriel: the greatest dagger-spinning badass elf!

Alan Lee does his ASMR each time he appears on the screen. He needs to record an album with his voice.

Saint Bofur shouting in a barrel:

And then RA tries to recreate his epic line:

Dori is an opera singer:

Time for The Kiliel Scene...

... with Legolas.

Thorin randomly appears on the screen excuse me faint ok im good

Mirkwood. Everyone got so stoned that even Gandalf forgot his bike.

No, wait, they didn’t really get stoned. RA said so himself!

We believe you, RA. Totally. Ian/Gandalf is a bit lost at the gate to Mirkwood: What am I doing here? What am I supposed to do or say or...? That's Gandalf through the entire saga really.

Bombur falls asleep and the Company needs to carry him. Unfortunately Thorin has a small mishap:

... and that's how Thorin died. THE END. Saint Bofur smoked too much weed!

Thorin. Thorin is majestic. Thorin is fighting. The Hair. *fainting Elmo style*

The crew is handling the spiderweb-wrapped dwarves like pieces of dead meat (and we’re overprotective) That's the line of Durin you're touching!

Dwarves are wrapped in the cocoons. Someone calls Dean. lol the closed captioning said Dain instead of Dean DAIN WERENT YOU SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE IRON HILLS RA speaks. It’s enough. “I'm not a RA fan but dear god his voice”

The dwarves are a tiny bit cranky.

There is no Fili for like 1,5h of extras :((( Finally! He appears They heard us complaining

The dwarves are trying to get inside Beorn’s house before the beast attacks them. no dwarves but thorin know how doors work That's why he's the king Thorin has the brain cell

Mikael Persbrandt (Beorn) has to play with sticks ending with tennis balls instead of real actors. Luckily, Thorin’s stick is (of course) the most majestic. Thorin the Oakenstick And Beorn grabs this Oakenstick and beat the shit out of Azog. THE END.

Work with greenscreen can be frustrating. Gandalf: I did not become an actor for this

Meanwhile Beorn:

Beorn loves his mice <3 Bombur is the most badass dwarf in this movie. Proof:

And that’s all for today! ---

Missed The Appendices part 7 & 8? Here they are: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Want to see how silly we were when watching The Hobbit? See here.

Thank you everyone, we had so much fun :D

@avaria-revallier @way-too-addicted-to-fandoms @bananzer @guardianofrivendell @bigsmallworld @oreo-cookies-fan @theresonlyzuul @shrimpsthings @ahshithherewegoagain

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