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gutter-cleaning-company · 1 year

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The Importance of Gutter Cleaning in House Washing: Why it Shouldn't Be Overlooked

Gutters play a vital role in protecting your home's exterior from water damage. But when they're clogged with debris, they can't do their job effectively. That's why gutter cleaning is an essential part of house washing. In this blog post, we'll explore the importance of gutter cleaning and how it can prevent costly damage to your home.

What are gutters, and why are they important?

Rainwater runs down your roof and into gutters, which channel it away from the base of your house. They prevent water from seeping into your basement or crawl space, causing damage to your home's structure. When gutters are working correctly, they protect your home's exterior and foundation from costly repairs.

Why is gutter cleaning important?

Gutter blockages can happen over time from leaves, twigs, and other materials. When this happens, water can't flow freely through the gutter system. Instead, it can overflow onto your roof or drip down the side of your house, causing damage to your home's exterior.

Ice dams can form in the winter due to clogged gutters. When water can't flow freely through the gutters, it can freeze and create a dam. This can cause water to back up onto your roof, potentially leading to roof leaks and water damage.

Regular gutter cleaning is essential to prevent these problems. By removing debris from your gutters, you can ensure that water flows freely through the system, protecting your home from water damage.

How often should you clean your gutters?

The frequency of gutter cleaning depends on several factors, including the number of trees around your home and the amount of rainfall in your area. Gutter cleaning is generally recommended to be done at least twice per year, during the months of spring and fall. You might need to clear your gutters more often if there are a lot of trees in the area around your property.

What dangers exist if you don't clean your gutters?

If you neglect to clean your gutters, you could be putting your home at risk of water damage. Water that can't flow freely through the gutters can damage your roof, siding, and foundation. It can also lead to mold growth in your home, which can be hazardous to your health.

Clogged gutters can cause water damage in addition to luring rodents, insects, and birds. These pests can create nests in your gutters, which can lead to even more damage to your home.

Gutter cleaning is an essential part of house washing that should not be overlooked. Regular gutter cleaning can prevent costly water damage to your home's exterior and foundation. By keeping your gutters clean and free of debris, you can protect your home and enjoy peace of mind knowing that you've taken steps to prevent costly repairs.

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satyadevind · 1 month

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naturetekinc · 1 year

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Discover the best toilet ring remover- Shinny & Odourless

#Best toilet bowl ring remover #hard water stains remover in Las vegas #naturetekinc #hygine #toiletseat #toiletries #toilet remover

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housearctic · 1 year

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bringitoncleaner · 1 year

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What is Hard Water Spot Remover for Glass and its types?

Hard water spot remover for glass is a type of cleaning product specifically designed to remove hard water spots and mineral buildup from glass surfaces. Hard water spots are caused by mineral deposits from hard water, such as calcium and magnesium, that are left behind when the water evaporates. These spots can be difficult to remove and can make glass surfaces appear cloudy and discolored.

Hard water spot removers for glass typically use a combination of surfactants and acids to dissolve the mineral deposits and restore the clarity of the glass. Some popular hard water spot removers for glass include Rain-X Glass Cleaner and Hard Water Spot Remover, WD-40 Specialist Long-Term Corrosion Inhibitor, and Glass Science Hard Water Spot Remover.

Hard Water Spot Remover for Glass :

There are several hard water spot removers specifically designed for glass that can effectively remove these types of stains. Some popular options include:

Rain-X Glass Cleaner and Hard Water Spot Remover: This cleaner is specifically designed to remove hard water spots and mineral buildup from glass surfaces.

WD-40 Specialist Long-Term Corrosion Inhibitor: This product can be used to remove hard water spots from glass surfaces and protect them from future stains.

Glass Science Hard Water Spot Remover: This cleaner uses a combination of surfactants and acids to effectively remove hard water spots from glass surfaces.

Invisible Glass Reach and Clean Tool: This tool is designed to clean hard-to-reach areas, such as those with hard water spots, and comes with a cleaning solution specifically designed to remove mineral buildup from glass surfaces.

Regardless of the product you choose, be sure to follow the manufacturer's instructions and test the product on a small, inconspicuous area before using it on a larger surface.

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girlbloggerbby · 9 months

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Being your big sister pt²

You must change your pads every 4 hours at least, this avoids the accumulation of bacteria and diseases

Charcoal pills help to stop poisoning in your dog!

Never and ever wash your lace clothes in the washing machine please! I learned the hard way (ruined my favorite corset 😭)

Your armpits are dark and stained because you use spray deodorant, these sprays dry the area, prefer to use roll-on or cream deodorants that moisturize more

Never put out a pan on fire by throwing water! This will make it explode, throw a damp cloth over it and put out the flame, if you spilled boiling water or oil on your skin immediately go to the sink and rinse under running water for a few minutes before doing anything else

Wash your jeans stuff by hand and with neutral products because they fade easily

Mix your perfume in a moisturizer of the same fragrance (similar) or unscented and apply it to your body, this will enhance the fragrance and last longer on your skin

Magnesium pills are the holy grail for us anemic girlies, it boost our energy, help with fainting and migraines

Research more about connectives before writing an essay, learning to use new forms of connectives will diversify and increase the level of writing essays

Bathing in very hot water destroys your skin and hair by drying out and weakening it over time

Person is not happy with your achievement=stay away from these people and remove them from your life

That's it for the day and i hope i was of some help, luv y'all 🪽

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dr-felitas · 2 months

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wish you were sober

synopsis: in which you drunkenly confess to aventurine and he doesn’t believe you, rather believing that he’s not worthy, less even deserving of your love. despite that, his insecurity, you're under the belief that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. love - something that you want to introduce to him and show him “what it means to love you.”

pairing: aventurine x reader | wordcount: 2.3k (i’ve gone insane) | content & warnings: hurt/comfort, alcohol; they're both drunk, insecure aventurine, unestablished relationship, they label themself as friends but reader barely knows anything abt him LMFAO, dual pov, DO YALL GET THE REFERENCE IN THE SYNOPSIS LMFAO??, rushed ending icl, half assed-ly proofread; oneshot

a/n: yesterday i listened to wish you were sober by conan gray and was like “damn.. this’d fit sunday” but then i asked azul what he thinks cause i couldn’t decide between su**day and <aventurine3. and they replied with that it’d be so much more angsty with aventurine (okay not quote on quote but you get the msg) and i dislike su**ay anyway!! so boom! (y’all are still getting another sunday fic..yay..ig.....)

tags: beloved @azullumi <3 and @cherieiu (stop punching me)

“i love you.”

your confession doesn't come over as surprising for aventurine, he anticipated it. just like how the ebb awaits the flood, yearning for it but disappearing as soon as it arrives. missing out on each other for just a split second, as the other party sweeps and slips away from the grasp of the other. nevertheless aventurine is glued to his seat on the rich sofa.

colorful poker chips are splattered around the rich mahogany floor tiles, bottles of vodka and wine, some already with their cork removed and empty, others who haven't even been opened yet. a chandelier adorning the ceiling of the big room, its lightbulbs glowing dimly in the caliginous room, illuminating it.

one of the lamps flickers while the others continue to shine brightly - too brightly aventurine thinks, if he were to watch them any longer he’d feel like melting. the closer he got to you the sun, the deeper he'd fall into the bottomless pit he managed to crawl out of.

the room reeks of alcohol. is the temperature rising? he feels like every time the last number on the digital clock changes the warmer it gets. his blond bangs stick to his forehead and beads of sweat are running down his flushed cheeks - that answers his question.

it’s hot - humid even. he's not sure if he's able to bear the heat in this narrow atmosphere any longer. he tries to blow the sweat away by waving at his face with his hand, trying to cool off his face - a futile attempt. god, what's this a/c even good for, if it can't do it's damn job.

he opens his mouth with the intent of wanting to say that you're lying, that you shouldn't say stuff like that when you're drunk and that you'll regret later. but he doesn't, he refrains from doing so. instead he gulps down the words immediately, letter for letter. they're a bitter pillow to swallow. flowing down his throat like the wavering water running down a stream - intoxicating, similar to the alcoholic liquid you've downed.

the blond looks at you through half lidded eyes. you lift yourself off the ground, he takes notice that you have a hard time doing so, legs slightly trembling as you remove them from the floor tiles. (you've always been a lightweight he thinks)

as you make your way over to him, standing up and wanting to sit yourself next to him on the large black leather sofa. you clumsily bump against one of the almost empty shot glasses that still lies on the floor. tripping over the small glass as your foot comes in contact with it. the glass that still contained some of the red wine you've poured in, not too long ago, tumbles as easily as a domino tile, falling upon the smallest touch. making the flimsy piece immediately meet the ground.

it breaks into a few sharp shards and the remaining alcohol starts seeping out of it, staining your once white socks with crimson colored alcohol. “ah m’sorry!” you mumble as you quickly bend down to gingerly pick up the fragments, placing them in the palm of your hand carefully, so that they won't cut you and leave slits.

aventurine takes another peek at you as you tidy up. your face is flushed, your cheeks tinted in a bright red and you let out incoherent sorrys, blabbering incomplete phrases. he wants to tell you that it's alright. that he feels the same and reciprocates yours feelings, that you don't have to apologize and he'll help you.

but he freezes.

the words that he wants to tell you, the ones he's been longing to say don't leave his mouth. neither does he move. instead he coughs, continuing to watch you while you clean up. a tissue has found its way into your right hand, helping you soak up the alcohol. (its his hand that should be intertwined with yours, not the tissue)

his throat hurts.

(he's not in the right mindspace to acknowledge if it's because of you - the unsaid words that he didn't reveal to you yet or because of the alcohol.)

it's dry and lacks any kind of refreshing liquid that'd quench the drought that occurs in his throat. he contemplates, thinking about the choices he has. swallowing down his own spit isn't worth it, it makes his throat burn even more.

he comes to the decision to pour himself another glass of alcohol. (debatably his worst decision until now.)

twirling the almost translucent liquid in his glass, before fully gulping it down in one go. a bit of the alcohol escapes the depths of his mouth, running down his chin and messily staining his porcelain-like skin.

he doesn't like the bitter taste, he can't seem to befriend himself with it. (neither can he befriend him with himself) although it's not the worst, he's just not able to find a reason to like it. after all, after a single sip it starts to sting as it enters his mouth.

the scent isn't great either, it smells strong, too strong for his liking, a scent that reeks of cleaning detergent and not to mention, it prickles on his tongue and burns as it slides down his throat when it makes its way into his blood. but there's one thing aventurine can't deny: it's efficiency.

it fulfills its purpose well making him lightheaded and dizzy, to the point of forgetting everything.

all sounds are drowned out. even the lame pop songs playlist you turned on because you insisted that “it'll set the right mood” is barely audible for him now. his ears hurt hellish, he wants to put his hands over his ears to escape the white noise. the sound that plays in his ears is similar to the one of when an airplane starts boarding - an unpleasant noise.

the only sound that remains for aventurine’s slightly drunk state is your voice. it echoes through his ears. your drunk confession playing over and over in his mind like a broken record, anticipating the day it'll be fixed, so the misery it is in ceases.

his sloppy and sluggish movements - the way his hands tremble as he pours himself another glass, the nervousness that forms inside his body and the blush that spreads as quickly as a wildfire on his cheeks - they're tormenting him, and he blames none other than the alcohol for it.

“a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, drunk words are sober thoughts, when you're drunk you reveal your true desires” his ass. the both of you are just friends. friends that are acquainted through work, nothing more, nothing less. aventurine couldn't bear to lose his only friend, after all he's already lost everything.

(anything he'd never want to lose will eventually be lost. it is as if fate had decided that everything that is worth wanting, everything that he wants to have and keep, will be lost the moment he gets his fingers on it. to aventurine there’s nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life that is full of anguish.)

his father whom he never got to meet, his mother and sister whom he was forced to leave behind and kakavasha, his younger self. all will be lost - everything was lost. if he wasn't careful now, one slip up on the thin ice or feet accidentally trampling over the floor full of eggshells, he'd not only lose himself in the process, but you too. his one and only friend.

crossing this line he set for himself, as he drew it along the earthy ground with his calloused fingers, trembling as they traced over the mud.

walking past the border that was created to keep everything and everyone distant from him, as he stood on the other side turning his back from the world, walking away and waving, to bid his goodbye from them.

the wall he built around him to shield him from the world, protecting everyone from the ugly thing that was kept inside , protecting himself from the people that only want to torment him.

forgetting all of these things, leaving them behind for you would mean showing you who he really was. a frail human being that hides himself behind a mask. the theater curtains revealing the person who played the role of the man who had called himself aventurine for the past years. placing him in the spotlight and giving the audience a show they'll never forget, like the fool he is.

aventurine doesn't think that he is loveable, that he's undeserving of love - your love.

you think that aventurine deserves all the love in the world. providing him with said love, embracing him and showing him how pure love can be.

the blond caught your eye right away. he was charming, funny and handsome. aventurine turned into your little work crush, your motivation to convince yourself just to see him.

the road was rocky and full of obstacles, set up by none other than aventurine. it gave you a better perception of who he really was and it intrigued you even more. why does he hide himself away from the world? why does he convince himself to not get anyone close to him even though he longs for the touch of another person? who is aventurine, really?

you can't answer any of these questions and neither are you certain if aventurine really can but that doesn't stop you. you continue to climb up all the way to know who he is, who the person you fell in love with really is.

love, is weird isn't it? it comes in all different shapes and forms.

if someone were to ask you why you like him, you wouldn't know how to answer, because neither do you know.

but nevertheless you still like him. why? how come you like someone that you don't even know, someone that is foreign to you, almost like a stranger. even though the both of you label yourself as “friends.”

you're not sure what the color is that infuses his irises, he keeps them hidden beneath his glasses. despite that, you long to stare into his eyes and let all the plain and dull parts of your life get painted in the same colors of his hues. a color that brings you comfort and cures your sorrow. it's the hues that you want to stare at as you tuck a golden strand of hair behind his ear, in return he grants you a small but genuine smile.

a smile that you want to see more often, one that you want to keep for yourself.

as for his scent, every person has their own unique and special scent. you plead to the gods above that he’ll let you bury your head into the crook of his neck and absorb his smell so it becomes the only scent that lingers around your nose.

there are so many more things that you want to know about him but you're unaware of. one might say that you're odd for liking - no, loving someone that you barely know.

a stranger, a foreign person whom you know little about to almost nothing about, is the person that you love. absurd isn't it? but love is weird, love can be pure and ridiculous, but it can also be painful and heart wrenching. love is a feeling that not only brings joy to oneself but also causes pain. but it's a feeling that you never want to get rid of - not until you introduced aventurine to it. showing him what love has to offer and has in store.

in the iridescent light aventurine remains to look as ethereal as ever. a scent of vodka lingers around aventurines figure, the smell is strong, but you couldn't care less. his hair is disheveled but nevertheless continues to shine in the dazzling light. he lets out a tiring yawn and you couldn't imagine aventurine any more beautiful than in this moment.

vulnerable and for your eyes only. making it unable for you to tear your gaze away from the sight before you.

he's like a shooting star, if you don't continue to watch and follow it and blink, even if it's just for a single moment - it's all over and you'll never see it again.

“stop looking at me like that.” aventurine mumbles quietly, almost whispering. upon hearing that, you make your way over to him, glass shards long forgotten as you place them on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

your arms reach out to aventurine, clutching your hands on his shoulders. your grip is sluggish but you don't falter and continue to hold him. “like what?” your lips are slightly parted and your gaze is drowsy as you counter aventurine's question with a question of your own.

“like that.” he placed the hand that just rested on his thigh, on your cheek, slightly caressing it. “you're just gonna hurt the both of us if you keep this up any longer.” he's not sure where the boldness came from, he blames it on the alcohol once again; it finally seemed to kick in.

“‘m not lying” you hiccup. tomorrow i’ll tell you how much i love you, no matter if it's once” a cough exits your throat “or a hundred times.” the words that leave your mouth are slurred, they're incoherent and muddled up. your grip on his shoulder weakens, hands slipping off and head falling against his chest.

..did you seriously just black out?

aventurine can only sigh at that. a small smile finds its way onto his face. he snakes his arms around you waist, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck and hugging you with the remaining power he had left before falling asleep. guess there'll be a lot to unpack tomorrow but for now he allows himself to indulge in this shared moment between the two of you.

e/n: hope yall enjoyed this as much as i hated writing this!! (i wanted to throw up) i acc hate how i wrote this. it's not as choppy as when i started writing it but it still feels so rushed and so idk.. anyway reblogs with comments are very much appreciated! >< ALSO that one paragraph written in brackets..guess whose speech it was inspired byyyyy (hint: bsd!!)

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vivian-pascal · 2 months

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Sweet Whiskey

dbf!joel x f!reader

summary: Your dad's best friend came over to "babysit" you because your dad was worried you'd do something stupid while he was out, let's say you might have done something, but it definitely wasn't stupid. (in your opinion of course)

warnings: smut piv (wrap it up), oral m!receiving, degradation, flirting, age gap, daddy kink, reader is on birth control, throat fucking, clit teasing, fingering, (this is basically pwp)

prompt: "Don't you like it when I look at you like that?"

this was written for @iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0!!

Walking through the patio to see your dad's best friend. Joel miller. You side eye him as you open the fridge to grab a drink. He's sat at the bar looking down at his phone in his hand. You lean against the kitchen counter as you crack your can of coke open. That seems to get his attention.

His head snaps up as he makes direct eye contact. He turns his phone off and puts it in his back pocket of his jeans. He gets out of the stool and walks over to the fridge. Just a few feet away. He turns around and leans against the fridge as he opens his water bottle.

As you walk out of the kitchen, your hand skims just under his belt and before you know it, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into him.

"Careful there darlin'. Don't wanna start something ya can't finish do ya?" You look up at him with doe eyes as he looks at your lips.

"Stop looking at me like that. Your gonna make me fuckin explode." You smirk, grabbing onto his bulge that's slowly growing through his jeans and he grits his teeth and groans.

"Don't you like it when I look at you like that?" He looks down at your doe eyed, soft face and verbally moans. His eyes go droopy and his mouth opens as he sighs at your small movements you make through his pants. You slowly begin to get on your knees and he sets his bottle on the counter.

You undo his belt buckle and unzip his jeans. You pull his boxers down and his hard cock pops out. Your dripping. Seeing his massive dick just makes you wetter at the second. You can easily see the stain of your arousal on your pants.

You slowly begin to move your hand up and down his dick. His hands make their way to the back of your head as his hands thread through your hair, putting it up in a ponytail in an almost desperate ask to put your mouth on him.

You slowly lick a stripe of saliva up from the base to the tip of his cock. "Darlin'" He groans. "Don't fuckin tease." You smile at his whimpering state and finally suction your lips onto his tip. Drinking in the precum and swirling your tongue around the rim.

He throws his head back in ecstasy and moans aloud. You bob your head up and down as fast as you can to give him that euphoric feeling.

He begins to slowly fuck into your throat as his hips thrust into your warm mouth. "M'close." He moans and you quickly pull off. He looks down to see your fucked out face with saliva dripping down your chin and your teary eyed eyes.

He groans at you and grabs your arm and pulls you into him. He kisses you roughly as he begins to yank your clothes off. Once naked, he picks your body up bridal style and makes his way to the bedroom.

You swat at his arm and giggle as he carries you to the room. He smiles at your sweet voice and places you softly on the bed, closing the door behind him.

You lie there in the middle butt ass naked while your dad's best friend starts to undress. You start to drool as you see his little soft belly when he removes his shirt. Soon after, he's as naked as a baby and crawls on top of you.

He kisses you slowly and you moan in his mouth. You grab through his hair and scratch at his scalp which makes him groan. He stops kissing you and watches your eyes. "You ready f'me baby?" You nod is desperation. "Yes."

He shakes his head as he trails his hand down your body. He slowly starts to circle your clit as he looks into your eyes. "Yes what?"

You throw your head back onto the pillow as you moan aloud when he presses down harder, urging an answer from your weak mouth.

"Y-yes." You moan louder when he inserts a finger into your weeping hole. "C'mon now sugar, you can do it. Just one simple word f'me and you'll get what ya want." His movements start to go faster as you arch your back. Your mouth drops open when he adds a second finger and you can barely even breath.

The girth of his fingers makes you feel so filled up and he's hitting on the right spots. His palm pushes into your poor little clit and that's what throws you over the edge. "Y-yes daddy!"

You scream as bliss takes over your senses. Your vision goes black as you start to see stars and you can feel your legs shaking. "There ya go, such a good girl f'daddy."

He crawls up your body and kisses you tenderly. "Daddy please." He chuckles at your desperation and begins to kiss your neck.

He lines his tip with your entrance and pushes in. He comes to a halt as his eyes close. "So fuckin tight darlin'." You claw at his chest and scratch at his hair. "Joel, move!" He takes a deep breath to try and compose himself as he starts to hammer into you.

Your breath catches in your throat as he stares at where you two are connected. "Yea, you take it you fuckin slut, begging for daddies cock while your dad could come home any minute."

You moan as he smashes his mouth onto yours. You whine and heave as he slams into you, over and over again. His pelvis hitting your clit every time he pulls out just makes you closer than ever.

"Daddy I'm close." You practically moan the sentence as he snakes his hand between you both and pushes on your clit. "Come f'me baby, cmon." You can tell he's close too.

His breathing is picking up and his thrusts are getting sloppier and sloppier each hit. You moan when your orgasm washes over you.

"Yeah baby, just like that, such a good-" He groans as he slows his movements. "fuck, girl." He moves at just the right pace, and then he's coming. Groaning into your ear as you feel his hot seed seeping into your pussy.

He groans and rolls over, pulling you into his chest as he lies down. You cuddle up close to him as you hear his deep breaths.

"How long till your dad gets home." You sigh as you think about his return. You don't want this to be over just yet.

"Not sure, probably somewhere around 30 minutes." You rest your head on his chest as he nods his head.

"Think we got time for round 2?"

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glitterjay · 1 month

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⭒ sub!sunghoon, getting caught, humping, denial of orgasm(?, suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: this was requested by an anon in my ask! i hope it's good enough, yes yes. feedback is appreciated and needed as always. i also invite you to check this out if you do like this, hehe

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw @kwiwin

you had left for a business trip that would last about a week, maybe a few days less if everything went smoothly. this was actually hell for your boyfriend, sunghoon. it was established before you left that he was not allowed to touch himself until you were home.

he was a good boy. he set his mind to do what he was told so you could reward him once you were back home. boy, was it hard with all those texts telling him you were missing him and his body so much.

those calls where you were clearly touching yourself to his voice, yet sunghoon couldn't do anything about his own problem.

he'd usually take a cold shower to get rid of his hard on, but he lost his mind on this specific day, when you sent him a voice message praising him for waiting so long, and how you were already on your way home from the airport.

sunghoon ran the cold shower once again, his hands desperately fighting the urge to grab his cock and please himself. it hurt, it really did. the ice water didn't seem to work anymore. it was as if his body had grown inmune.

when he was out, his dick was still hard as rock. he put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, his underwear getting stained with the precum that leaked from his tip when his mind thought of you.

the corner of the sink seemed very appealing to him, his mind already going insane. sunghoon had seen people humping tables and objects with corners in porn videos. it didn't hurt to try, right? the drive from the airport was far anyway.

he removed his sweatpants, leaving his boxers on, and carefully positioned himself so that his hard on rubbed perfectly on the surface of the sink. the corner o my added to his pleassure, hitting his balls from time to time as he grinded.

sunghoon didn't want to cum. he just wanted to satisfy the feeling of desperation growing within him, or so he thought. he was going painfully slow, eventually picking up his pace, too drunk in the pleasure to care about the set of rules he gave himself before starting.

hidden moans filled the room and the whole house. it was a surprise when you opened the door and heard the noises coming from upstairs. the traffic wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, so the drive home was cut short by around 5 minutes.

the view from your shared bathroom with your boyfriend would have given anyone a wave of pleasure. a handsome man, his hair falling over his eyes, shirtless, holding onto the sink for dear life as he humped the corner of it.

the veins in his arms bulged from how tightly he was gripping the furniture. his head hung low, and his entire body trembled. it seemed as though he might collapse at any moment.

you cleared your throat, crossing your arms as your boyfriend looked up at you with wide eyes. to make matters worse, his movements didn't stop at all.

"was being such a good mhm! boy, promise!" he said.

his eyes glistened due to the tears welling in them, threatening to fall at any second. "such a good boy, haven't cummed yet," he repeated.

"and you won't." you said firmly.

sunghoon sobbed when your hands touched his body. he was in such desperation to feel any part of you that a mere touch had him seeing stars. tou positioned yourself behind him, your hip making contact with his backside.

your arms wrapped around his torso as you started moving him again, rocking both of your bodies back and forth. your boyfriend was a whimpering and crying mess by this point, saliva dripping out of his mouth as he screamed and yelped.

"you won't cum until i say so, understood?"

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elliesgaythoughts · 3 months

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Tied down

Abby anderson x female! reader

MDNI

Warnings: squirting, restraint(Abby’s sports bra), dildo use, Abby slaps readers face.

You lay or your bed hands tied together behind you using Abby’s sports bra, tierd from already cumming 3 times tonight as you watch her rummage through your drawers.

“oh what’ve we got here” she questions, as she pulls out your clear dildo, you’ve long forgotten about the toy since you two got together but the memories of you using it on yourself imagining it was Abby pushing the thick length into you makes your slick drip onto the silk bedding beneath as you. abby throws the toy onto the bed besides you and starts to remove her boxers, the sight of her blonde happy trail leading down her toned stomach to her pretty pussy that’s literally dripping onto her inner thighs never fails to make your clit beat faster than your heart. she walks towards you, and presses a soft kiss to your lips you instantly moan into her mouth wanting to deepen the feel of her pink lips on yours but she pulls back laughing when you lift your head desperately trying to reattach your mouths but her huge hand presses down on your chest pushing you deeper into the mattress “oh you’re so desperate angel”she mocks.

Abby makes her way between your legs and bends down to suck and lick on your inner thigh her teeth grazing your sensitive skin makes you squirm, she reaches for the faux cock and brings the tip to your vulva and slowly runs it up and down your slit, you squeeze over nothing “aww baby you’re so cute” abby brushes the tip across your clit and you gasp “tell me what you want princess” she coos still leaving wine stained marks onto your inner thighs.

You cover your face with your palms and whine in protest but abby grabs both your wrists in one hand and brings them down then grips your chin pulling your face down to look at her in her icy eyes, she can see that you’re on the verge of tears “need you mama” you whine bucking your hips to get closer. “not good enough” Abby dismisses your pleas.

You hated when she made you tell her what you wanted but god was it worth it every damn time so you let her hear you “want you to fuck me, make me cum all on your dick mama, I need you.” knowing you’ll get whatever you want.

Abby steps back and you start to panic “abby, please.”

“don’t worry baby i’ll fuck you” she reassures as straddles your abdomen, you gasp at the feeling of her cunt on your stomach “just gotta get it wet first”.

she leans against your bent knees and push the tip in only, teasing herself. you need to touch her “abb-”

“shut up” abby says softly and you whine in response bucking your hips up, you accidentally push the whole dick inside her “ahh fffuck” her eyes roll back and hips buck.

Abby leans forward and you think she’s gonna kiss you and so you close your eyes…SLAP! Her palm harshly connects with your cheek and you yelp in pain as she squeezes your face “stop being a brat”. you look away submissively, tears brimming your eyes “good fucking girl” she coos placing a kiss to your lips.

She gets into her original position and slowly pulls out and pushes in again, your mouth waters at the sight of her dripping onto your abdomen, she slides it in and outta herself repeatedly and all you wanna do is make her feel good. Soft grunts leave her lip at the feel of your dick stretching her cunt. you wanna touch her so badly “plea-“ she slaps your breast hard and you buck into her again and she moans as your abdomen pushes the dildo in thurther inside, her hand laces around your throat cutting off your oxygen, her other hand comes down to rub her drenched bud, leaving your dick inside. You can see her pink cunt throbbing, her hand comes down from your windpipe and thrusts into herself hard in while rubbing her clit in circles, white coating the bottom of the silicone she ruts her hips against you, her head thrown back and grunts leaving her pink lips “uhh uh huh ahh!” your trying your hardest to bust outta abbys fucking bra and touch her anywhere “fffuck fuck fuck” her voice raises in pitch, you give up, you know how she sounds when she’s about about to cum ,her eyes connect with yours “cum for me mama” you plead. your cunt is squeezing on nothing, clit twitching at the sight, you buck your hips up seeking any friction and she squeals your name tears falling from her pretty eyes as she squirts all on your cock and chest, some landing on your mouth and you lick your lips moaning at the taste of her.

chest still heaving abby closes her heavy eyelids and collapses onto you, your cock still inside her, you can feel her pretty clit still beating against your abdomen, her heavy breaths turning gentle against your chest, you relax into her touch closing your eyes and taking a breath, the smell of sex filling your lungs.

a moment passes

“abby?” you whisper

silence..

“Abby!”

“yeah baby” she grunts

“you gonna untie me now?”

“to tierd” she states, eyes still closed and face between your chest.

“abb-”

“shhh”

“fuck” you whisper under your breath.

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messylustt · 11 months

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what you remind them of. spiderverse

you reminded hobie brown of stickers. in a figurative sense, but also a literal. the way you could be placed anywhere and still be recognisable to him. some days he saw a pattern, etched into the way you smiled. other days he saw colours, reflected from the way you felt. blue, orange, pink, green. the changeable nature has him reeling and intrigued. he wants you to decorate his life, or at least his guitar. with your careful fingers, options of cartoon characters or skulls being plastered to one of his most prized possessions. he loved it. the way you’d change, matching his inconsistent attitude. and when the stickers would begin to ware and peel, he never once chose to remove them. because the reminder that you’d stay, his want for you to stay made his ringed fingers dance over the simple stuck cut outs.

you reminded miguel o’hara of sugar. sweet of course, but something his tastebuds had to get used to. he wasn’t a sweet tooth at first. finding your sugary tone and sweet sweet smile something hard to stomach. maybe deep down it was because he secretly craved something of that flavour, that taste. he tried to keep his diet free from you, ignoring his salivating mouth. but he had to give in, he just had to with the way he knew your skin would be exactly what he needs his tongue to feel. his life lacklustre, filled with bland foods and even blander friendliness. you were a breath of fresh air, something he knew he’d grow addicted to. his sweet tooth was now prominent, obsessed with you day after day.

you reminded lyla of tears. something she physically couldn’t compute. the way the water droplets would fall, staining your cheeks and creating a morning dew feel to your eyelashes. when she first saw them, her instinct was to reach out. her code told her she couldn’t wipe your eyes but her want told her she could. so pretty when you’d either cry from joy or sadness. though most of the time alone, lyla would be watching. tears…your tears were something she remembered. strangely it didn’t compare to others. some would wail, sniffle, exclaim. but you would sit, blinking, and letting the tears slowly make their descent down your face, coating your lips in a shimmer that made her want to lean in.

you reminded miles morales of shoelaces. specifically his shoelaces. the amount of times you’ve reminded him to tie them has been endless. your subtle gestures or raises of your brows, has earned him to glance down. sometimes he’d catch you, fingers out as you lean to do them yourself. but he’d never want you to do the work so he’d poke his finger against your head, moving you back. now you’d call him stupid, he’d call you a little neat freak, while stumbling over his untied laces. your smug smile would earn a flustered but still stubborn state from him. but just to annoy you a step further he’d always be tying your shoelaces, neglecting his own in a way of saying ‘your safety is more important than mine.’ which would result in a round about way of you pointing out the ‘safety’ of it while threatening to have them glued.

you reminded miles morales earth-42 of paint. the kind that’s messy and creates large artworks. your face might be stained with colour, your fingers most definitely so. with raised brows and a frown he’d point out your never ending strokes. you’d bring colour to his world, hellbent eventually, as he’d push off the idea for what feels like eternity. but slowly, gradually, would he find your paints staining his skin, matching graffitied art like a tattoo. surprisingly he wouldn’t wipe it away, tracing the mess with a prowler claw. you were a mess, all over the place, he made that clear to you. but what he doesn’t tell you is the way he’s kept your messy paintings for himself, subtly letting you paint and create at his home. he may not admit to it, but you’ve painted your heart, a pretty thing that he’s kept all for himself.

you reminded pavitr prabhakar of shells. the kind of seashore ones found at the beach. it’s a new scenery from what he’s used to. you seem to always have this saltwater scent, fresh and inviting. with smiles he’s spoken to you, listened to your voice like the shells that float out into the ocean, dragging him with you. he likes the feel of the sand between his toes. he also likes the pretty patterns that would imbed themselves into the ground. you were like a shell, pretty and something he always loves to find. he liked to treasure the shells he’d find, keep them safe. collections like the collections he’d want to keep of your words. tucked safe into his pockets. your intriguing secrets with the sound of ocean that you’d hear when you press your ear to a larger shell matched perfectly.

you reminded gwen stacy of neon lights. bright and colourful. you were something that made her eyes widen as she stared. like a club street light, you’d invite people in. even inside the club with the flashing lights, you’d keep people entertained. she always stood by you, soaking in your colourful rays. she may even gain inspiration for her hair, the tinges of pink that would stain your lips made her want to match. you were alive in the night, her favourite pastime just flying through the city with you as her guide. even if it would rain you seemed to shine, your smile only making her eyes reflect colour. you made her feel excited with your hooded gaze. you even met under a neon street sign, ready for a mission in the dark. a mission she’ll never forget.

you reminded peter b. parker of a pillow. comforting and something easy to rest his head on. you’d feel him doze off on your shoulder, maybe even your lap. small dribbles of drool would make you smile at just how easy it was to get him to sleep if you were in his reach. even your clothes reflected comfort, his hands gravitating towards you. he almost always kept you tucked to him like a carry on pillow. a pillow mayday seemed to enjoy too, as she’d crawl all over your shoulders, your secure hands making sure she didn’t fall. she may even think you bigger like a bed, as she’d jump excitedly in your arms. not to mention your soft skin, his fingers tracing over like a silk slip.

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drudyslut · 4 months

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needy blowjobs w Rafe 😫😫

i want to suck the soul out of this man, so i love the idea of needy blowjobs with him😮‍💨🤤

warnings: smut! 18+ oral (male receiving), praise.

you loved sucking rafe’s cock. it was probably your favorite thing to do.

whether it was road head, or in the bathroom during a family dinner the two of you couldn’t wait to leave, or waking him up in the mornings, or late at night. it didn’t matter. you loved having his thick cock shoved down your throat. tears falling down your face, mascara stained cheeks and lipstick smudged from drooling.

you also loved how rough he was with you while you sucked him off. his fingers dug into your hair, a grip so tight it was bruising, neck pulled into the most uncomfortable positions while he rammed himself down your throat. the most painful thrusts, as his swollen head repeatedly beats at the back of your throat made your panties soaked.

the thoughts of sucking him off run wildly through your mind as you search for your boyfriend, the need to taste him strong.

“rafe?!” you shout, your feet carrying you up the spiral staircase. you make your way down the long hallway, pushing the door to his room open and glancing inside.

no rafe.

you sigh, running a shaky hand through your hair and walking back down the stairs. you make your way into the backyard, spotting rafe in one of the patio chairs, his phone pressed firmly against his ear.

“rafe…” you say softly, running your hand across his back and sitting yourself in his lap.

he glances at you, his free hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his firm chest. you lean forward, placing a kiss to his neck, your teeth nipping at the lobe of his ear before you whisper, “wanna taste you rafe, please”

he’s mid-sentence with whoever he’s on the phone with, but his words become fumbled. he slowly turns his face toward you again, an eyebrow raised and a sexy smirk on his lips.

“uh, hey i’m gonna have to call you back”

he gives the person on the other end no time to respond before he’s quickly hanging the phone up and placing it on the table in front of him.

“my girl needy for my cock hmm? need to have me filling your pretty little mouth?”

you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, your thighs rubbing together as you nod your head, “yes, need it so badly, please”

you feel his cock growing hard underneath your ass, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as his eyes scan your face.

you quickly stand from his lap, allowing him to slouch himself in his chair, legs spread wide. you quickly drop to your knees, the harsh concrete ground digging into your bare skin and making you wince, but you push the pain away and begin working at his belt.

once his belt is removed, you quickly pop the button of his denim jeans, his zipper being slowly pulled down right after. he lightly lifts himself from the seat, allowing you to slide the rough fabric down his legs, his boxers following behind quickly.

your mouth begins to water when you see his thick cock springing free, precum already leaking from the tip, “can’t wait to taste you” you say lowly as your hands fly to his cock, giving him a few slow pumps.

you place your thumb at the tip of his cock, spreading his precum around the head and dipping your head down to slowly circle your tongue around his throbbing tip.

rafe groans, “fuck, always such a good girl, taking care of me”

your pussy throbs at his praise, your lips wrapping around his head and sucking at it softly. you push your head down more, taking his entire length down your throat, the tip kissing at the back of your throat and pulling a small gag from you.

you take a deep breath through your nose, hollowing your cheeks and beginning slow and steady bobs of your head.

rafe’s fingers dig into your hair, lightly tugging at your locks as you continue your slow sucking motions.

“fuck baby, go a little faster, don’t be shy”

you hum around him, the vibrations from your mouth making his hips buck forward. you begin to bob your head faster, sucking and licking every inch of his cock. you force one of your hands between the two of you, cupping lightly at his balls snd squeezing.

rafe is groaning loudly, his hips bucking into your face, his cock pushing and pulling from your mouth. only the sounds of your slurps and gags, along with rafe’s low and raspy grunts fill the air around you as his hips begin to stutter.

you look up at him through your lashes, and the sight before you has your panties soaked— rafe’s head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as curses and whispers of your name fall from his perfect lips.

“f-fuuuuck, ‘m gonna cum y/n, keep, keep doin’ that”

you squeeze at his balls harder, massaging them in your hands and you suck at him faster. his cock pulses in your mouth, balls tightening as he comes undone. his grip in your hair tightens, pushing your head down as far as he could and keeping you there, letting his cum spill into your mouth and forcing you to swallow it.

he releases your hair, allowing you to pull yourself off of him. you let yourself fall into a sitting position, wiping the drool from your mouth and smiling up at him, “thank you baby”

he grins, pulling up his boxers and jeans before standing from his spot.

“mmm, no thank you. now, sit in the chair, it’s my turn to please you”

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evera-era · 9 months

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heal me.

there’s a new medic in town, and ellie williams is about to find out who she is.

ellie williams x fem!reader, pt 2 here

warnings: fluff, mention of cuts/wounds, medical setting, suggestive themes. wc 1.3k

a/n: first time writing an ellie fic! if this does well i might post a second + third part <3

Ellie hated anything to do with doctors. She could take care of herself perfectly fine, she swears. But Dina witnessed her earning a nasty gash during a patrol, and wouldn’t shut up about it unless she got it checked out.

Word was that there was a new medic in town. Ellie’s pretty sure she’s seen you around Jackson. Walking around in those dumb white clothes, tending to everyone who needed you.

You’ve seen her too. Sneaking glances anytime you could. I mean, Ellie was pretty, and it was no big deal, right?

That is, until a flash of auburn hair ducks into the med clinic, and you nearly jump out of your skin.

Ellie clears her throat. “Uh… you guys are pretty much done for the night, right?”

She’s hoping you would say yes so she could just go back home and rest. Watch a movie, maybe. Have everyone fuck off and leave her alone.

You nod, clicking your pen, when you notice her clutching her side. “But I’ve got time for one more.”

You were on call, anyway, so your shift was never really over.

Fuck, she thinks. Ellie has always had trouble asking for help. She could take care of herself just fine. It didn’t help that you were so nice — nauseatingly so — but she figures that’s why you’re the town medic and she’s not.

“Follow me,” You add, motioning her over to the first room on the left. Even though meds were hard to come by, bandages were plentiful, and you weren’t gonna pass up the opportunity to tend to your crush.

Totally innocent crush.

“So, what was it?” You ask, eyes scanning over the girl as she takes a place on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Some fuckers we ran into, lone group. Nothing too serious... think they were looking to steal shit.” Ellie mutters. “But one took a swing at me and I fell on something sharp. My friend’s been bugging me to come here, get it checked out.”

Your conversation pauses as you take her vitals. Everything is in a normal range.

“The group…” You break the silence, looking down. “Are they a concern?”

“They’re gone, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You felt a light blush rise on your cheeks. Ellie was so strong, and brave. It showed, even in the way she just talks about her patrols.

You flit your eyes back up, trying to refocus. “So can I see? The wound?”

“Oh. Right.” Ellie’s fingers dip down to grab the hem of her shirt, and pull up. For a moment, you only see her toned stomach. You try not to get distracted.

Then you see the bandage under her ribcage.

Your fingers are gentle when they graze over the gauze. It’s a barrier, but Ellie swears it’s like you’re touching her directly. You move to peel it off of her.

Ellie absentmindedly sucks her breath in through her teeth. You whisper a small apology.

“It’s not… bad right?” She says after a moment. “I mean, I’ve had worse.”

She made a mental note to get onto Dina. This whole thing made her look like a fucking pussy.

“I’m sure you have,” You smile meekly, examining the cut. “No… not bad.”

After washing off your hands, you pull up a chair in front of Ellie. She watches you carefully as you sigh.

“Won’t need stitches, and no signs of infection.” You add. “But I can at least disinfect it and send you off with some new dressing.”

“I mean, it’s fine, I can—“

“No, let me.” You say quickly, cutting off her retort. “You’re already here, right?”

Ellie opens her mouth, then closes it. You had a point. She merely nods instead.

You reach down for the bucket of clean water. When you come back up, you notice Ellie has removed her shirt completely. The only thing clinging to her upper body is a flimsy sports bra.

“Oh,” You all but whisper accidentally.

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

The rag becomes stained as you wipe the area. A few swishes, and the water in the bucket has turned a cloudy mahogany.

“So… your friend,” You add. “Was it Dina?”

Ellie raises her eyebrows slightly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

“She must really care about you.” You say quietly. It takes Ellie a moment to realize what you’re implying. She’s quick to answer.

“Oh, yeah. Not like that anymore, though. It’s… just friends now.”

You take that as confirmation that their relationship ended. And even though in a way you were happy to find out Ellie is now single, it would be rude not to apologize.

“Oh.” You mumble. “Sorry.��

She looks down. “It’s cool.”

You disinfect the wound with some alcohol before applying new dressing with gentle fingertips. You smile up at the brunette.

“Good as new.”

She feels herself smiling back. She wants to kick herself; she didn’t even wanna be here in the first place. But now it doesn’t feel like a mistake after all.

“Thanks,” She says. Her gaze has softened.

You grab something out of the cabinet. Ellie realizes it’s fresh bandages when you outstretch your hand to her.

“So, just… use these. Every couple hours, change it out, till it scabs over. If you ever need more you know where to get it.”

Ellie knows this. But she realizes that she likes hearing you talk, so she thinks of something else to ask.

“Uh, and how do I know what to look for? If I have an infection?”

“Oh,” You say. “Here, lay back. I’ll show you.”

Something about the way you’re hovering over Ellie has her stomach fluttering. You were so tentative. Why hadn’t she tried to talk to you sooner?

“Gotta check it everytime you change your dressing. If it smells weird, or feels hot…”

Your fingers trace over her body yet again. Her eyes are stuck on you, the way your hair falls into your face. The way your lips move to explain everything. Not to mention how soft your skin felt on hers.

She thought the whole “hot nurse” trope was something that only happened in movies. It was pretty clear now that she was wrong.

“Got it?”

“What?”

Shit. She wasn’t listening.

“Do you get it now?” You repeat, looking down at Ellie.

She blinks before propping herself up with her elbows. “Uh… yeah. Think so.”

You smile again, leaning back so you’re no longer positioned over her. You take your place against the counter.

Ellie didn’t hear a word. But she’ll make the effort now to be extra gentle with herself, because of you. If that’s worth anything.

Silence fills the room once again as Ellie pulls her shirt back over her head. You sneak in one last glimpse before she’s fully clothed.

“If something changes you can always come back and see me.” You add with a breathy laugh. “I’m in here, like, all the time.”

“Oh yeah?” She asks, looking up at you. “I’ll have to stop by again sometime, then.”

Your heart skips a beat. Is she trying to flirt with you? No, it’s probably nothing.

You clear your throat. “Hopefully not under these circumstances.”

“Right,” She says. Her eyes widen as she realized she’s extended her stay. “I’ll, um… I’ll go. Get out of your hair.”

Ellie’s never used that expression before. She nearly facepalms. So stupid.

But then you laugh a little, and it’s such a beautiful sound when it hits her ears.

“I don’t mind.” You add bashfully. “But… you need to rest and get better. Go back to kicking ass, all that stuff.”

Ellie feels her face wanting to turn red again. You were so sappy, and shameless with it. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, really. She didn’t think people like you even existed at all anymore.

She merely hums, unable to find the right words to say. If she sticks around any longer, she might actually develop feelings for you as if she hasn’t already. So she opts to bid you goodbye.

“Well… see you around.”

You nod, watching her head for the door. You hold the clipboard to your chest in an effort to soften your heartbeat.

“Night, Ellie.”

— part two

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simpleeindulge · 4 months

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The Beast and The Mouse ⚠️

Info: fem/reader x Kid, 1st meetings, cussing and rude language, Kid in denial, Kid gets a crush, implied sexual yearning, future mature content planned. ⚠️Warning: this part has attempted masturbation. The story will turn MDNI in the next part.⚠️

Context: Kid develops a crush on a girl, and he can't deal with it.

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3. A passing of time.

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(Four. Fucking. O'clock in the morning)

Kid bends his head under the ice cold running water, wishing it would cool the heat in his veins. The water streamed over his tired body, sliding over his hard muscles. Kid's head rested on the wall as the water temperature did little to distract his mind or stop his body's desires.

Typically, Kid would filled with pride at his virility, but not this early in the morning. Kid was forced awake by the sweltering heat his body gave off despite kicking off all the blankets off the bed and unconsciously removing his clothes. He woke up in a pool of sweat and the worst case of morning wood he had ever experienced.

Even now, with the cold water spraying his skin, Kid could feel his damnable cock standing erect and pulsing with need. An annoyed sound rumbled in his throat as he wrapped his hand around the staff, then hissed and cursed at his own roughness. Painfully, he jerked his hand to satisfy his body's needs.

He had tried to deal with his cock in bed, but each time he came close to his end, he thought of her. Of his mouse. Of her tempting looking lips working around his thick cock and nearly choking as she tried to take him to the back of her throat.

"Fuck!" Kid's voice growled out as that same fantasy returned. His other hand balled into a fist and slammed into the wall. Blood dripped from his knuckles, staining the swirling water at his feet. As he roughly inhaled, the coppery smell eased his mood.

He didn't want to think of her like that! There was nothing about her he should desire! Even if she had proven capable of surviving with a pirate crew for this long, she was still so…innocent.

The sick part of his mind agreed and whispered that it was her innocence that he innocence attractive, among other things. He didn't know if she had ever been with a man, but he wanted to rip her apart and soil the purity that lived in her. Pirates shouldn't have purity to them anyway.

Kid wanted to undo her and put her back in a way that suited his tastes better. The idea of it made his cock twitch and his stomach turn at the same time.

Kid growled and punched the wall harder several times until his knuckles split open, creating a hole. Killer will be pissed later, but who cares. The boner Kid was dealing with was finally gone, but his craving for Y/n remained.

(Five fucking hours later)

Kid watched as Killer, Heat, and Wire trained Y/n. A finger tapped his crossed arms as he held back a growl. Not enough. They weren't pushing her enough, and she wasn't trying harder. Did she want to die! Kid watched as Y/n used her ability to dodge their attacks and tap them on the shoulders!

"The hell!" Kid shouted and jumped into the fray. He swung his fist at Y/n, holding back none of his strength.

"Kid! Stop!" Killer shouted, actually afraid that his captain would kill the girl.

Y/n sensed the danger and moved away but tumbled and rolled on the ground. Kid grinned harshly at her and used his powers to send a knife from Heat's belt at her. Y/n jumped back in time but was still on the ground as the knife struck the spot where she had sat.

"Kid," Heat asked, rubbing his head while staring at his captain. "What-"

"Shut it," Kid snapped at Heat and then turned back at Y/n.

She stared at him with equally confused eyes, but she didn't complain or ask why, though her eyes did. Kid ignores the look and the voice telling him to stop. He can't. She needed to know what drawing blood from a person was like. To kill someone to survive, or it would be her body left behind on a battlefield.

"Pick that up and stab me with it."

Everyone on the deck froze at Kid's words. Killer understood the point, but this was too extreme.

"Kid she doesn't-"

"Yes, she does," Kid cut Wire off.

Kid then glanced at Killer, who sighed and crossed his arm. "Everyone back off. The captain is taking over the lesson."

Heat and Wire looked at each other but stepped back to watch. Y/n looked at them, hoping they would talk some sense into Kid. But she should have known that Kid's brain had no room for reason.

He pointed at the knife with a bandaged hand and said gruffly," Pick up that knife, Mouse. You pick it up and come at me, or I am going to kill you."

Kid dropped his hand and slowly lifted it up the other over his head. The air sparked with electricity as all sorts of metal flew and gathered around his hand and arm. His red eyes focused on her as flashes of static made them glow with ferocity. All more weapons and pieces of metal flew toward Kid as Y/n grabbed her knife and held onto it before it could fly out of her hands.

He charged at her when Kid felt he had gathered enough metal to make his point. Y/n's sense worked over time as she dodged and tried to move around him, but Kid could easily read her movement. He turned and swung his metal arm, catching her off guard. Y/n was caught off guard and was stuck hard.

Heat and Wire winced as Killer sighed. To Kid's credit, he held back a quarter of his strength, but even Kid internally groaned when he saw how Y/n hit the side of the ship. Her hand dropped the knife on impact, and her body fell face down.

"Guess we don't need to train her if the captain kills her." Wire muttered to Heat, who let out a breath.

"Too bad, she was a good medic too."

Kid overheard and growled at them. "She not dead! Just stunned! She can handle-"

"Heat, go get a med kit," Killer said over Kid's voice.

Kid was now the one stunned as he watched how Killer checked her pulse. He couldn't have hurt her that bad. He held back a little, didn't he? The metal fell from Kid's arm as he walked towards them. His eyes didn't leave her as he fought down the panic that wanted to come tearing out of him.

He watched as Killer shook her shoulder to see if she would react, but she stayed limp. Kid moved faster, and before Killer could tell him that she was alive, Kid shoved him away and grabbed Y/n shoulders.

"Mouse! Hey! Y/-"

She turned and let out a ripping scream. Kid winced at the sound and then let his mouth fall open as he felt a hot, stinging pain. The knife in Y/n's hand sank deep into his flesh. Killer pushed Y/n back against the ship's side to force her to let go of the handle.

Kid stared at her in blank wonder as Killer shouted. Y/n stared back at him as her chest moved with each heavy breath she took. He swallowed thickly at the look in them. Fire and rage. Pure and untamed. The little brat looked like she wanted to kill him.

He then looked at where she had struck. She was a medic and knew where to stab him, yet the place she chose was an area near his right shoulder. The knife was impressively deep and was going to hurt like a bitch to get out.

"It's going to hurt for weeks."

Kid looked back at Y/n and saw that the rage had cooled to malicious fire as she smirked angrily at him.

"I could have hit the heart, but I think weeks of healing from nerve damage would be a bigger pain in the ass for you."

Heat and return with medical kits with Wire and a few other crew members ready to hang Y/n for what she did. But everyone froze as Kid tossed back his head and let out the most gleeful laughter they had ever heard.

(Some fucking time later)

Kid leaned on the ship's railing as he stared out into the moving darkness of the waves. The stars were hidden behind clouds, and the howl of the night wind beat against his face. He took a drink out of the bottle he held and winced at the pain from his knife wound.

Y/n was right; the wound she had given him was going to annoy him for the next few weeks. He kept forgetting about it, so whenever he moved without thinking, the pain would shoot through his entire arm and sometimes into his chest. Kid chuckled, then frowned.

After he had laughed at Y/n's words, she stood up and quietly walked toward the women's quarters. When she didn't come to the mess hall for dinner, a female crewmember told Killer that Y/n had fallen into a deep sleep after patching herself up. Kid knew that Killer was lowkey pissed at what he did, though he would never show say it, but what about Y/n?

He didn't think her eyes could hold so much rage and that angry smirk she gave him. Kid hissed as the memory stiffened his cock and shifted, then yelled out as he again moved his injured arm the wrong way! Dammit! How can he be both horny and in pain at the same time!

"Kid?"

Kid turned his scowling face towards Killer, who was walking up to him.

"Kid, we need to talk."

Kid sucked his teeth and turned his head back out at the sea.

"I did what I had to. You guys were going too soft on her."

"And you were distracted," Killer commented.

Kid's face reddens as he snaps, "She got lucky!"

Killer sighed, shook his head, and said, "If she does something like that again, she'll have to face consequences."

He was right, of course, but Kid grumbled and winced again as he sipped his drink. It wasn't a good look to have a crewmember stabbing the captain and getting away with it. Y/n only got off the hook because she was already beaten by Kid, and she was ordered to stab him.

"If she is going to be too much trouble, maybe she should go."

His red eyes snapped up, and Kid ignored the shooting pain as he stood straight and glared at Killer.

"She's not going anywhere till I say so."

"Fine, but you should figure out what you want to do with her and handle your problem."

"What problem!" Kid shouted defensively. "I don't have a problem! I just need her to be stronger and not be a burden! That's all!"

"I was referring to your friend," Killer said with a nod at Kid's groin. "you're not that happy to see me."

Kid blushed and shouted, "What if I AM!"

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"Okay," replied Killer simply and moved on, saying, "At the next island we're coming to, you should take care of it." Killer then pulled out a flyer and handed it to Kid. "This place seems accommodating."

Kid took the flyer and growled, "I can handle my stuff!"

"You haven't been by the women's dorms in a while, and we haven't hung out in a bit. And then there's the hole in the shower."

Killer watched as Kid turned his face and grumbled. He knew Kid enough to know when he was pent up, but it usually didn't take this long for him to deal with his needs.

"Just think about it before you break something on the ship or do something you'll regret with Y/n.”

Kid snorted and glanced at the flyer. "Hidden Garden" was written in gold lettering. His eyes skimmed over the info, and he snorted and crumbled up the paper.

"I don't pay for sex."

"Kid, if it will stop you from putting dents in the ship and nearly killing crewmembers, then I will pay for you."

"Heh, thanks, but no thanks."

And with that, Kid walked off to his room to deal with his cock. Before that, however, Kid and a detour and walked the women’s quarters. The door was open and he hoped to see Y/n but he couldn’t find her.

“Something I can help you with?”

Kid glanced down and saw Dive looking freshly washed and about to enter the room.

“No.” Kid said as he took a step to leave then stopped and asked. “Is Y/n still asleep?”

“She is in the med ward working on that goop of hers,” Dive replied and then walked into the room.

Kid headed in the direction of the med ward, not sure what he planned to do or say. He just wanted to see her. He then stopped outside the door and, for the first time in a long while, hesitated. He could hear her humming to herself as she worked on the finishing touches of her special salve.

He was supposed to be helping her but Kid needed to avoid being alone with her. With his cock still hard and begging to go this would be the worst time to see her.

He growled and stomped back to his room for another cold shower.

Writer’s note: the next part will be filled with mature themes. It will be labeled, but this is a heads-up. Also, I imagine this story taking place during the 2-year gap, which is why Kid still has his arm.

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dino-boyo-agere · 5 months

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Fun sensory play to do when your smol/ with your little one:

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1. Eating with your hands:

Especially food you would usually use utensils for is a really fun sensory experience. Just make sure to wear clothes that are allowed to get dirty and protect rugs & furniture.

My favorite are melons. Just cut whatever kind of melon you prefer in half, lay out a tarp on the floor/ table and dig in with your hands.

Pasta with tomato sauce or rice are really great to make a mess too!

2. Brushing you plushies, or your pet if u have one:

You could also brush your own/ a friends/ your CG's/ your little one's hair, which can be great for bonding! <3

It's super easy and I find the feeling of brushing hair/ fur extremely relaxing and comforting.

3. Playing with shaving foam:

It has a really soft feeling, is available in all kinds of scents and is great to play with in the bathroom or wherever you're able to rinse everything with water.

I like to play with it in the garden, I just wear my swimming trunks and cover my whole body in the foam, in the summer.

4. Playing with baby powder:

I'd advise to also do this in the bathroom or over a tarp, stuff gets everywhere.

It's fun to cover your body in the soft, comforting smelling powder and it's easily washable from skin and clothes.

If it ends of in the floor/ carpet/ furniture it can be removed with a vacuum.

5. Filling a tub/ bucket with different things to dig your hands into it:

This is a pretty easy and fast little sensory play, just pick whatever interesting texture you want and throw it in.

My favorites are: crumbled up/ shredded paper, sand, ping-pong balls, soft blankets, and cotton balls

6. Making playdough:

Making playdough is really easy and a fun sensory experience.

You basically only need 5 ingredients and are free to add any color and scent you'd like! → here is a recipe ←.

Make sure to lay out cling wrap on the surface you'll be working on and wear clothes that are allowed to get stained, food coloring is hard - sometimes impossible - to remove from certain services/ fabrics.

Also be aware that the food coloring will most likely stain your skin and nails for a few days, from mixing it in. You can wear gloves to prevent that, but that also lessenes the sensory experience.

All ingredients are safe to eat, since little ones can be very curious. If you choose to add scents, make sure to use food safe ones, in case you/ your little one decides to eat it.

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That's all I can think of right now, feel free to add your own ideas too! I might add more later aswell.

Thank you for reading. <3

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shaisuki · 11 months

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“suguru...”

the name came out of the blue. your eyes closed and your head slumped to his chest. you're wasted. barely making coherent words but the the name came in perfect. he supports you with his arms. saving you from the demise of falling face first. he hears a sniffle then it was followed by burst of tears in your eyes. looking at him in a haze where you began to grab his cheeks. your body sways and he steadies you in his strong arms.

"careful." he mumbles and then you're out of cold. he smiles at your drunk form. scooping you in his arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"let's get you home." he says before walking towards the exit.

he gently place you in the bed. removing your coat and placing it in the chair before your shoes followed suit. he runs cold water in a small towel.

he looks at your sleeping form. how much did you change in the last years? you're not your old self anymore but your soft features remains. the dimple in your cheek where it sinks when you smile. he missed you smiling.

he sits down in your bed. the mattress dips from his added weight. wipes the sweat in your forehead, the dried tears in your cherubic cheeks and the stain of booze in the corners of your mouth.

he wasn't doing good in cleaning you up. taking care of someone. his lips forms into a thin line. you look so peaceful in your sleep and it's been a long time since he had seen you so serene, calm like you didn't carry the burden of your world.

gojo couldn't help but to bitterly smile at the name you were calling earlier. there's no way you could have mistaken him for another but with the influence of the alcohol. he understands.

he can't speak of it no more. it seems taboo. one could be cursed when he speaks the name of his deceased friend. your lover. he didn't look like suguru a bit. they were like day and night. the sun and moon.

he don't have suguru's hair. no ounce of coal-colored strands in his hair. it's white. snow white. no purples in his eyes instead he have the deep cerulean eyes of his whole holds the strongest power in the universe.

you shift in your sleep and gojo looks at you. sees a tear falls out in your eyes and he catches it with his index finger. it must have been so hard for you. to lost your other half who loves you truly.

you're good at hiding your sadness. your frustration, the disappointment of not being able to protect who you deeply loved.

then gojo realizes. you've been holding it for too long. gojo could applaud for how good you are at hiding it. the smiles you give to others but it doesn't reach your eyes. the abuse of body. empty wrappers of fast food flowing out of your trash bin. drown yourself in the pleasure of alcohol. a temporary escape for everything.

the suicide missions. where he finds you lying on shoko's table or a frantic call from ijichi.

you hadn't moved on. drowning yourself in work and the feelings still unreciprocated. gojo said he'll wait for you. mend the broken pieces of your heart but can it be mended when it's long gone?

he finds himself taking care of you. a feat he never bothered with anyone. he gazes at you. the years piling up on you.

"what have you done, suguru." he badly wants to ask his friend who left you.

he grabs your hand in his. feel the softness of your hand in his roughed hands. it's warm. you were the breath of life in suguru's. he remembers the nights with drinks in their hands. suguru would talk about you fondly. a new kind of smile in suguru's face with your name in his lips.

now, it was left of unshed tears. the words you could never say in your right mind. it hurts. it hurts everywhere.

gojo shouldn't be affected by this. he got things to worry about but when he sees you. it's a reminder he still have you and it's not the end of suguru's absence.

"fuck you, suguru."

time couldn't heal the damage that had been done. it will haunt him and you with the ghosts of the past.

your eyes flutters open, you find gojo holding your hand.

"i'm sorry, satoru. i shouldn't have dragged you into this." the tears streaming down in your cheeks.

he kisses your knuckles, wipes the tears in your cheeks and he leans forward. kissing your forehead.

"it's not your fault, (y/n)." he assures you. his face softening while gazing at you. it's not your fault. you learned to love and suguru returned it.

he says, love is most twisted curse of all. you cursed yourself with it for suguru. he finally understands why he didn't cursed suguru at the end but he don't have an explanation for it.

for the strongest like him, he exorcised the toughest curses and humans alike and yet, he couldn't shield himself from cursing himself to you.

if loving you is being cursed, then so be it. he don't care even it lasts for a lifetime.

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