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sorchathered · 2 months

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Sacred New Beginnings

Chapter 5

A/N- this is NOT a finale guys! After much deliberation I decided I have too much to say for only 3 chapters, so we are on this train until I’m ready to give it up! 😂

Summary- it’s the morning after Mav and Penny’s wedding, and there are revelations to unpack as new drama unfolds.

Song inspo- Sunday kind of love- Etta James, You send me- Sam Cooke, Ironic- Alanis Morissette, Karma- Taylor Swift

Pairing- Jake Seresin x reader (oc Stormy)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut (wrap it up kids) minors dni.

Bradley wakes up to one of the worst hangovers he’s had in his adult life. He made it home and proceeded to drain most of his liquor cabinet after the wedding, it had been a bad day all around and seeing you and Jake wrapped up in each others arms after years of worrying was the icing on the cake. He knew logically he had no room to be pissed off, you knew everything now and there would be no salvaging your love life. He had hoped to explain it himself, maybe find a way to convince you it was nothing but in reality he knew that wasn’t the case. He’d continued a relationship with Mirage after you left, whether or not it was just sex didn’t really matter, he’d slept with someone else. His therapist had told him weeks ago that he believed Bradley was in love with the idea of love and having a family, less in the people he was in relationships with and while it had hurt to hear he knew somewhere in him it was true.

He’d loved the attention and adoration from his partners, and some part of him had loved Stormy once; but the two of you disagreed fundamentally on so many things. You were career driven, he wanted you to retire in the next 5 years so you could start a family, he wanted to stay in California and you had always dreamed of settling down south near your grandmother’s old home. When he’d seen you becoming more successful than him it had set a fire in him and he used it to burn your relationship to the ground. He didn’t deserve you, and he certainly didn’t get to dictate who you chose to be with after him.

As he stumbled through the house to let out his dog he appraised the damage. His clothes were scattered everywhere, liquor cabinet raided and somehow he’d left the fridge open. He was a mess right now, if his mother could see him she’d be so disappointed. He finally finds his phone in the couch cushions, messages and missed calls from Nat and Rueben clogging his notifications. He couldn’t dig into all of that right now, so he just called Nat to let him know he was ok, yanking the phone from his ear as she screamed into the phone.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!”

“Jesus dude I was asleep what the hell is wrong? You have a key you could’ve just come over if it’s that serious, who died?”

“Bradley. You haven’t been on instagram today have you?”

“No, but I already know about Jake and Stormy so if they went instagram official I’d rather not-“

“Wait what?! Never mind that’s not what this is about. You need to go to Mirage’s profile, right now.”

Bradley scrolls through the app and clicks on her profile, expecting to see she decided to stop waiting on him and find a boyfriend now or something stupid like that, only to be met with a carousel of photos. Pictures of the two of them, and at the end a picture of a pregnancy test, two pink lines confirming something he never dreamed of. Not only had she hard launched them, but she also told the world he was going to be a father…without confirming with him first. He was fucked.

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Meanwhile on the other side of North Island Jake is waking up to his version of heaven. His bed may be empty but he can hear the soft sound of you singing, and the smell of coffee and pancakes has him wandering down the hall. Your hair is in a messy knot, you’ve got one of his Texas longhorn t shirts on and you and Patsy Cline are crooning “Walking after midnight.” Flitting back and forth between chopping fruit and flipping pancakes, you sway to the song (your grandmother’s favorite) and he’s sure this is the best morning of his life. He sneaks up behind you to spin you and you shriek and giggle, swatting him with the spatula as he kisses your cheeks and forehead.

“Morning Tex, how’d you sleep?” You say with a big grin, running your free hand over his tanned torso and you catch him close his eyes and shiver into your touch.

“Mm, I’ll be honest darlin’ might have been the best night of sleep in my whole life, ‘cept I woke up alone and almost thought you were a dream.” He plucks the spatula from your hand and hip bumps you away from the stove, taking over your spot cooking and you make your way to the coffee pot to pour him a mug.

“I uh- I cancelled my flight for this afternoon” you’re trying to be nonchalant about it but you can tell by the way his head snaps up he is holding on to your every word.

“And I may have asked Uncle Beau for a favor and extended my leave for the rest of the week… I hope that’s ok, I’m not ready to leave you yet.”

You look a little nervous as he turns the stove off and looks at you, but he takes two big strides and yanks you into his arms, pulling at your (his) shirt and kissing you hard and you know you had nothing to worry about.

You both laugh into each other’s mouths, he’s hoisted you into his arms and delicately places you on the kitchen table, rucking your shirt above your breasts as he nips and sucks on the exposed skin.

“Jake- breakfast” you breathe out and he grins up at you between your thighs

“I want you for breakfast first baby, then we can have pancakes. Be a good girl and take it ok?”

He brings you to your release three times before he lets you up, grabbing the plates from the counter and sitting you in his lap. Between bites you reach into his shorts and pull him free lining yourself up with him and he hisses into your mouth.

“What’re you up to sweet thing?”

“Shhh, wanna be close baby, need you”

You take turns feeding each other while you slowly rock yourself on Jake, and it definitely is the best morning either of you have ever had.

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Neither of you had even touched your phones since you left the wedding the night before, it was nearing 5 pm and you had spent the day watching movies and letting Jake fuck you in every room of his house, finally deciding the two of you needed to eat you dragged yourself to his room to get your phone off the charger to order takeout. When you turned your phone on you were bombarded with notifications, nearly deciding to just turn it back off once you noticed you had a notification from Bradley. You ordered dinner and continued to ignore the overwhelming amount of messages, annoyance etched on your face when you came back to the living room, and Jake reached for your phone already knowing you wouldn’t want to pop the perfect bubble of the day.

“You don’t have to look at any of this shit today if you don’t want to y/n, we can worry about it tomorrow.”

You sighed and ran your hand over your face, it wasn’t that easy even if he tried to make it that way. “Will you just look for me? Tell Nat I’m not interested in hashing out the drama tonight and we can talk at lunch.”

He nodded and scrolled through, but as you watched his face you immediately knew something was wrong.

“Ok maybe you do need to tell me, what happened? Is someone hurt?”

He shook his head but looked almost nauseous, so you yanked the phone from his hands, he didn’t even bother to try and keep it from you.

On the screen was almost 30 messages from Phoenix, begging you not to check instagram. It had been hours since her last message but she seemed insistent that you call her first. She picked up on the first ring, screeching into the phone before you could say anything.

“Jesus! Where the fuck have you been Stormy? I had half a mind to come over to Hangman’s to beat the door down.”

“We decided to shut our phones off, sorry Tash. What is wrong? Please tell me everyone is ok.”

“Everyone’s safe, it’s not that kind of emergency. But it’s not good y/n. Bradley apparently saw the two of you last night, and then…”

“Then what? What Nat?”

“Y/n…Mirage is pregnant.”

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You knew it was the wrong way to respond, Jake had dropped his fork right out of his mouth at Nat’s declaration; that definitely seemed like more of a normal response. You on the other hand looked unhinged as doubled over in laughter, gasping for air as tears poured from your eyes.

“Seresin, what’s happening? Is- is she laughing?”

Jake looks at you like you have 3 heads but still manages to take your phone from your shaking form,

“Yeah Phoenix it looks like it”

“Do we need to be worried?”

“Too soon to tell, let me figure this shit out and we’ll call you later.”

He hangs up and takes your hand, you’re coming down from it now as you swipe the tears from your face, still trying to stifle giggles.

“Oh God,” you gasp out “I’m so sorry, but you seriously can’t make this shit up can you?” You erupt into another round of giggles and now Jake can’t help but join in, this really is a shitshow.

Finally you settle and he looks at you with concern, but you wave him off and move your take out boxes to the coffee table as you scoot into his lap. Running your hands through his hair you lean in to kiss him and as much as he doesn’t want to he pulls back to get you to look at him.

“I’ll let you bury yourself in me if you need baby but you still gotta talk to me ok? What’s going on in that pretty head?”

You shake your head at him and peck his lips, you knew he wouldn’t let you get away with pushing it aside.

“Is it strange that I almost feel bad for him? He’s burned his whole world down, knowing what I know now I would never want to be around him let alone with him again, and while I have thrived in his absence he just keeps ruining his life. I don’t miss him, but I pity him. Does that make sense?”

It’s definitely not the response he expected, he thought you’d be hurt and that it would rehash all the emotional damage you’d dealt with, he can’t help but be impressed.

“You’re taking this a whole lot better than I thought sugar, I gotta be honest.”

You pull him close as you straddle his hips, running your nose along his cheekbone and press kisses to his face.

“Like I told you, I don’t miss him. I don’t want him. I want you. This isn’t avoidance Jake, I moved on and I want to spend the rest of my life with you if that’s what you want too. So can we stop worrying about Rooster and his emotional bullshit and just go back to being us?”

He lets you take the lead, settling into the couch with you and switching the long forgotten movie back on, whatever his wingman’s problems are don’t include him after all. He’s got bigger things on his mind, like getting you back to San Diego or requesting a transfer to Pensacola. Maybe getting the two of you a bigger house with a yard, a dog or two and a backyard big enough to fill with your own kids. As he falls asleep trapped under your warm embrace visions of what could be dance behind his eyes, and he makes a mental note to ask his mother for Grandma Seresin’s engagement ring.

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so-many-fandoms-here · 5 months

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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistakes you notice)

• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: explicit content, sexual content, slight Doctor roleplay

Nightly Desires

꧁⸻⸻ꕥ⸻⸻꧂

Levi’s Pov

After the survey corps were allowed to take Eren into their care, the military police also transferred one of their doctors to us. It was one of their conditions if we wanted to experiment with Eren: we needed the best medical care we could get.

That‘s when we where introduced to Doctor (L/n). Not only was she number one of her training class back then, she decided to go further after her training was done and signed up for medical classes which he graduated as number one too.

I would lie if I say she was unknown to me. She did not only serve the king, our soldiers and the ones from the Marrisons got transferred to her too if they needed more intense treatment. It was calming to know that we now got the best doctor inside the walls at our unit.

But the calming feeling she gave me was gone quickly. Instead my heart began to race fast when I was near her and I seemed to lose the ability to speak. Even if she only got mentioned in a conversation I felt my stomach drop.

„Have I told you that Dr. (L/n) and I were in the same training unit?“ Hange once told Miche and me at lunch. I choked on my soup when her name fell and while Hange hit my back they couldn’t stop laughing. „Guess I need to call her if you won’t stop coughing.“

As I was able to breathe again I quickly brushed their hands off me. „Fuck no. And stop touching me four-eyes. When was the last time you showered?“ But Hange saw right trough my efforts to play it cool and just laughed again. „I smell a crush“, Miche started to tease me too. I just mumbled a „Fuck off“ and stood up, quickly leaving the table.

They weren’t wrong though. I indeed found interest in our new doctor. She was an attractive woman and I was just a man after all, so who could blame me?

But what started as an innocent crush turned into a dirty desire. At first I thought about her hands in mine but now I wanted her hands on my whole body and my once so innocent thoughts turned dirty. I was ashamed to say the least but no matter how hard I tried to distract myself, I just couldn’t get rid of those lewd dreams.

That’s how I ended up here, sitting in my office with my cock in my hands, hoping to get any kind of relief. Hoping to get her out of my mind.

With a sigh I let go off my dick as I feel my despair only growing while I think of her. „What the fuck am I doing here?“ I ask myself as I pull my pants back up. Am I getting so worked up about some woman? „Tch.“

I stand up and think about taking a walk when suddenly a wave of confidence rolls over me. Night rest has already begun about 15 minutes ago, but maybe she is still awake. I want to talk to her. Maybe that will be enough so I can at least go to sleep without her haunting my mind the whole night.

Thankful about the empty hallway I quickly make my way to her room, which was next to Hanges. Hopefully they won’t hear me, otherwise I may have to knot their tongue.

But now as I stay here, I feel even more stupid than I did already. I hear her walking trough her room, probably tidying up, which takes my confidence away again and crushes it into pieces. I stand in the middle of the night in front of a woman‘s door because… Because what? Because I want to talk? Because I‘m horny? Because I am crushing madly on her? All of that isn’t a reason for me to knock on that stupid door in front of me. I will just embarrass myself.

Just as I am about to turn around again, the door opens and (L/n) looks at me with a broom in her hands and surprised expression on her face. „Captain!“, she says, leaning the broom against the wall. „What can I do for you?“

Like always all the words I once knew disappear and I just look at her with my mouth hanging slightly open. „Uhm“, I manage to mumble. I didn’t even thought about what I want to say to her. „I don’t know actually“, the truth is all that I can think of.

She smiles and steps aside. „The nights are the toughest. Come in.“ Before I can think twice I step inside her room. A few candles burn and a thick book lies open on her table. „I was just about to bring the broom back in the supply closet“, she explains after closing the door and walking up to me.

I can only nod, distracted by her body glowing in the warm light. She wears under her brown cardigan a top and a leggings that hug her body tightly. „Is everything okay, Captain?“

„Just Levi“ I stutter and watch her nod, waiting patiently for me to answer her question. „Yeah. It’s just- I don’t know actually. I guess I needed company.“ She nods again and looks at me with an understanding look. „The nights can get pretty lonely.“

Silence falls over us and because I am so nervous I can’t quite tell if it’s an uncomfortable silence or not.

„I never really introduced myself“, the woman in front of me raises her voice again. „I‘m (Y/n).“

„(Y/n)“, I mumble before I can stop myself. A beautiful name, a perfect fit for a beautiful woman. (Y/n) giggles at my action, obviously flustered.

„Are you sure you alright?“, she asks again, taking a step closer. Usually I would step away to keep my personal space uninvaded, but she‘s no invader. She’s the first one after a long while I want to have close to me. And the first one ever I wanted to have this close to me. „You‘re face is red. You might have a fever.“

(Y/n) hands find my forehead and then my cheeks, inspecting my face further. „You’re rather hot Levi.“ With a confused frown I quickly feel my forehead and after I feel my normal heated skin, I finally understand.

My confused, then shocked and then embarrassed expression makes (Y/n) giggle again. „And cute too. What a catch“, she coos.

I want to answer something so badly but I never flirted with someone in my whole life, so instead I stay here and listen to my own breath, going heavier with every second that passes.

„Tell me, Levi. Why are you here? There has to be a reason.“ (Y/n)s voice sounds so seductive in my ears that my cock instantly hardened again. „You haunt my mind, brat“, I confess eventually.

(E/c) eyes pierce into mine, taking every little move I make in, then she looks down. „A swelling too“, she whispers, obviously hinting at my penis. „Let me take a closer look, yes? We don’t want humanity‘s strongest being hurt, do we?“

My usually confident self is long gone and I’m completely under (Y/n)s spell. „Maybe you should“, I whisper an answer and let her guide me to her bed. My eyes never leave her face as I walk backwards until my legs hit her bed frame and I sit down on the mattress. Quickly I unbuckle my belt, still being observed by her, while she gets rid of her cardigan, throwing it carelessly on the floor.

She closes the distance between us and places her lips on mine, kissing me with a burning passion I didn’t know could exist in this cold world. Skillful fingers unbutton my shirt quick and brush it off my shoulders afterwards. Her lips start to move down my lips, over my chin to my neck while her hands dance over my chest and my abs, causing goosebumps on my arms. It’s like my skin is on fire and with every kiss of hers she lights up another flame.

„Let’s get to your problem now, shall we Captain?“ The way she whispers my title does something to me that I can’t quite explain. It‘s a high rank and yet I feel so small hearing it from her, but I love it. A whisper a thin „yeah“ and watch her as she pulls down my pants, revealing my hard cock to the rather cold air. „Oh my“, she whispers with a teasing look in her eyes. „That’s what I call a big problem. But nothing I couldn’t take care of.“ And with that her mouth closes around my cock, taking me all in while I try to suppress a moan but fail miserably.

Her tongue is pressed against my shaft as she bobs her head up and down, making my whole body shiver. „Fuck“, I hiss over and over again. I grab the bedsheets tighter as an attempt to ground myself but my head remains in the clouds. „Fuck (Y/n). I’m not gonna last much longer.“

(Y/n) stops and looks up, brushing her (h/c) behind her ears and looks at me with the most devoted smile I have ever seen. A smile that’s contagious as I figure out while the corners of my lips start to rise too.

She gives me a few moments to calm down again, then she climbs on the bed and then on my lap. „Ready?“ she asks me, as she straddles herself on top of me. Too stunned to speak I only nod and watch her as she slowly sinks down.

I feel the warmth of her pussy hugging my dick tightly and I place my head on her shoulder, taking in the sweet, lightly sweaty scent of her skin. „Fuck“, I curse again as I embrace this overwhelmingly great feeling. My hands start to wander, exploring her whole body while I wait for her to adjust herself. Softly I graze over her shoulders and down her back, pausing at her breasts to feel them, to remember the feeling of them in my hands, then let them rest at her hips.

(Y/n)s moans as she starts to move on top of me are heavenly and even though I’m still as overwhelmed like a goldfish on a tree, it’s not a scary feeling anymore. For the first time this excessive overwhelming feeling is something I look forward to feel again. I am not able to do anything other than to sit here and let that woman take care of herself, take care of me, and I don’t think I ever felt better. Pure pleasure runs through my veins and I let out the moans that tickle in the back of my throat.

„Levi“, (Y/n)s whining of my name struck me like a lighting. I want to hear her say my name in this tone over and over again. „Gosh, I‘m close.“

My grab around her hips tighten as I listen to her fall apart on top of me. She takes a few seconds to come down from her high, then she suddenly grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. I let out a surprised gasp, which blesses me with her beautiful giggle again. „We’re not done yet“, she whispers while she works on my dick.

It only takes a few pumps of her hands to make me a moaning mess, spilling my release over her fingers. „Holy shit.“ My breath goes heavy as I try to get my thoughts straight again. (Y/n) is already on her feet again, grabbing a towel from her wardrobe to clean up the mess I made. „Feeling better, Captain?“, she coos, while cleaning herself and me. „Definitely“, I answer and let myself fall back on her bed.

Another smile creeps on my smile as I feel the mattress shift besides me and lock eyes with the beautiful woman again. „Sorry I couldn’t do as much for you as you did for me.“ She returns my smile. „Next time.“

„Next time“ I mumble, smiling even wider. „I would suggest you stay the night“, (Y/n) says. „I mean for medical reasons. In case you’re heating up again, you know.“ Under her confidence appearance, there is a shy smile. „Whatever you think is best, Doctor“, I respond, pulling her next to me.

Through the night I listen to her steady breath, being more relaxed than I was ever before.

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Hanges and Miches eyes are glued on us as she walk into the dining hall in the morning. „Ha! Knew it!“, Hange suddenly jumps up, screaming at Miche. „Now give me that sweet piece of ham!“

With a frown I approach the table they are sitting at. (Y/n) left to get some breakfast.

„We made a bet. The winner gets the last piece of ham“, Miche explains while Hange devours the meat. „What bet?“ I ask confused.

„If what I heard was you two fucking!“, they mumbled with a full mouth. „I thought they made it up, or just had a weird dream“, I heard Miche speak up again. „Since you two entered the room together and you still smell like sweat and her, Hange won.“

Loud laughters leave Hanges mouth and even the honey bread I throw straight at their face can‘t tone them down.

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sensitivebellybutton · 9 months

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Navel Play Guide Part 2: Advanced Play

First of all, I'm so happy to see that some of you enjoyed the first part! It was so flattering hearing how good you felt (and how some of you came hehe). We're now finally getting round to the second part, where I will be teaching you even more fun belly stuff!

This is some more advanced stuff that will hopefully make you even more flustered, whimpery and subby than last time. No time to waste!

PART ZERO: GATHER YOUR TOOLKIT

Your shopping list for today's lesson is as follows:

Electric toothbrush (preferably round-headed)

Lotion

Small bottle of a fizzy drink (keep it cold)

A fine-tipped pen

Snacks (cos they're tasty)

Got all that? Wonderful.

PART ONE: A LITTLE TEASE

I am a firm believer in the Knot Is Lava rule (see other guide for what I mean by this). So no going anywhere near your belly button just yet please! We have to get you all worked up first.

Grab your bottle of fizzy drink and lay on your back with your chest propped up by a pillow. Your belly up to your ribs must be exposed.

Unscrew the lid of the drink (careful of it exploding haha).

Now, as carefully as you can, pour a little drop of it between your ribs. The cold should give you a bit of a shock.

Okay, now let the drop run all the way down your belly, pooling in your belly button. Focus on the sensation of the bubbles fizzling about inside there. Shut your eyes, enjoy the sensation, pouring more should you need to top it up.

Did that feel good honey? Try not to make a mess with that drink, bring some kitchen roll to mop it up (though do NOT clean out the inside of your navel as that requires touching it).

PART TWO: COLOUR BY NUMBERS

If you followed the first guide, you would have given your belly button a thorough examination, learning where all the most sensitive and responsive little details are. We can't let that go to waste! Grab your pen, we're doing some artwork.

Lay with your back against something, a wall or a chair will do. Just ensurs you can see into your navel properly.

Now, I want you to place the tip of the pen down just next to your navel rim. Press veryyy gently.

Count to 10 slowly in your head. In this time, draw a circle right the way around the outside of your navel. You should only finish when you reach 10.

Place the pen tip righttt on the edge of your rim and repeat the above step. Don't let it slip inside your belly button.

The next step depends on your depth. If you are able to, place the tip onto the upper wall of your navel (again, no touching the knot). Another ten second circle please.

And now, place the tip in the corner of your knot. Twenty second circle please, right the way round the edge of your knot. Don't go near the central point just yet.

Finishing the circle, you're going to draw one line from the bottom end of your knot to the top. Begin counting to twenty, then start repeating this process along your wholee knot. Lines from bottom to top, slowly and gently, activating every single nerve ending.

Now, you may enjoy your knot. Use the pen to stimulate whatever details feel the best at whatever speed is comfortable for you. This marks the end of this activity.

PART THREE: DEEP CLEAN

Don't make your button too sore just yet, we still have one more activity! Make sure you have the lotion and toothbrush with you, you're laying down and you're suitably navel-horny, this is a big one.

You've already teased your navel enough with the pen in the above activity, this is your chance to simply let go and experience everything your belly button has to offer! Drop a small amount of lotion onto the toothbrush (only a bit), place it inside your navel, and then hit the on button.

I like to move mine around in anti-clockwise circles, moving the surrounding belly with it. Hold it as hard or as soft as you feel is best and let yourself enjoy darling, you deserve it <333.

You can keep up this exercise as long as you like, whether until its when you orgasm or when you simply have had enough, this is a fun reliever from all that teasing you've been doing.

That wraps up this second part! I wanted to provide more interesting self-play options before I moved onto stuff like partner play. If anybody has any more ideas for the next installment please do let me know!

Until next time,

Navel Sweetheart.

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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Thanks for branching into my favorite topic

"He will do his Solo career with or without the members."

Brilliant. Love it.

But as will the others💀

The rap line have demonstrated this much. Tae is even handling Solo very well.

Between all three however it is still only Jimin who seemed to demonstrate a level of commitment towards the group. I'm not gonna say attachment because that throws people of.

Said it before, will say it again JIMIN IS THE BEST IDOL OUT THERE. you don't get to be the best idol just because. To have a whole producer coming out to say you will end Kpop in 2023. Ain't that the tea💀

I don't know why in one breath people want to praise Jimin and acknowledge his status as the idol other idols look up to, yet still have a problem when it comes to the nitty-gritty of what actually has gone into earning him that status.

He takes his profession seriously, does everything in his might to make sure he delivers his best and nothing short of it. Yet we can't see how that translates into him taking the group or band seriously too?? Wild.

Bts is the vehicle that has brought him here and you best believe Park Jimin is not driving no damn dead beat vehicle. He's changing the oils, greasing the rim, inflating the tires, tightening the knots and giving it a new shine. Best believe that.

He's worked so hard, played by the rules and done everything in his will and power to aid the group to achieve the wealth and success the group has amassed.

He recruited fans for the group, bust his ass practicing, dieting and damn near killed himself for the group.

I hate dont like it when people wanna say well he's not the attached one, that other person is, just to say it, because they associate negative meaning with the word attached when like I'm looking at that other person they claim is more attached and they come no where near Jimin's level of commitment and dedication he has shown to the group. No shade.

I don't see anyone in bts more attached dedicated and committed to the cause that is bangtan. He was willing to sacrifice his health, his sanity, his relationship with his boyfriend in the group for the success and well being of the group and we have a problem admitting this???

At the end of the day I think we all have very different feel and perspective on the matter and I like my perspective better🤣

That man tries. I'm sorry but he tries and I swear to you he is unmatched. Thanks for attending my rally.

Sorry I have to update this cos.... I have more to say

When I talk about he will be hit the hardest if BTS go Solo I'm looking at all that work my guy has put in to help build the group, the thought, energy, the nurturing, the effort- all of that.

And maybe I'm projecting- may be

But to see ones hard work just puff vanish into thin air just like that must suck. It's painful. Jimin's gotta shed a tear or two. And I know it mustn't have been easy for him seeing Jungkook run off feeling like he'd just been freed from a cage too.

Then Namjoon basically saying he was tired nearly destroyed my heart for Jimin.

In a way Jungkook won cos dude was dancing on Jimin's chest taunting him like bruh was it worth it denying us our happiness Hyung Ahjusi over this 🎤 speak into the mic🤣

And he keeps re-echoing those same sentiments even in his recent live talking about how he doesn't know when it will all end so he's just gonna Yolo 🤷🏾

Called jimin out saying as a grown ass adult they should be doing whatever they want

Frankly I approve that message.

Which doesn't mean I disapprove of Jimin's approach to things. He is by far admirable. And his way works. Especially in their line of work where they are constantly under scrutiny.

He's very professional

But at what cost?

Sigh, I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body again

I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body again

May be if I say it one more time I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body and the things he has to do to maintain it again 😫

Jimin....

chileee.

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rwby au but after things have gone entirely To Shit </3

The sky was gloomy and overcast, perfectly matching their mood as they marched onward over the uneven dirt path. The destroyed village they'd just passed through weighed heavily on everyone's minds; the rank stench of death and decay still hung in Keith's nostrils—the smell of Grimm.

He couldn't stop thinking about the huntsman they'd found there. Keith had barely been able to see the color of his armor through the blood and spattered Grimm gore; the huntsman’s team had been nowhere to be found. But it wasn’t hard to figure out what had happened to them; the amount of bodies scattering the small village, the amount of destruction…whatever had happened there had claimed the lives of an entire team of huntsmen.

Needless to say, nobody had spoken much since then.

Behind Keith, Shiro tossed and turned on the makeshift stretcher they’d laid him out on, eyes squeezed shut and one arm wrapped around his stomach. Black smoke rose from between the bandages, and Keith tightened his grip on the handles and turned back to face the road ahead.

Hunk was carrying the other end of the stretcher, walking side by side with Lance; Allura was walking beside Keith, eyes flicking over the rocky terrain lining the road and hand on the hilt of her weapon. Lance was keeping a similar watch behind her; with Shiro completely out of commission, and Keith and Hunk with their hands full carrying him, they were more vulnerable than Keith liked. Especially since the Grimm that had destroyed the town were probably still out there somewhere.

Not for the first time, Keith wondered if they’d all been fools for embarking on such a pointless, impossible mission. They’d been fools for believing they could have made the long, dangerous journey to Haven. Keith was exhausted, they all were—tired of heartache, tired of fear, tired of seeing nothing but death and Grimm. And Shiro…

He was only getting worse, cheeks flushed red with fever and breath coming short and fast. If Keith listened, he could hear Shiro mutter things under his breath, voice cracking with exhaustion and fever and pain.

“Matt…Matt—” Shiro cut off with a small groan, brows tugging together in pain. “He—he’s not coming back, Matt.” His voice cracked, and Shiro fell silent again save for his labored, ragged breathing.

Keith glanced at Allura. She was looking at him, silver brows drawn together and expression pensive. She was thinking the same thing—Shiro wouldn’t make it to Haven. His condition was only getting worse, and they were nowhere near equipped enough to treat his injuries.

But Keith just gripped the handles tighter and kept walking.

He couldn’t lose Shiro, too.

“Keith.” Hunk’s voice was quiet, subdued in a way that Keith had only heard from the boy in the last few months. Like the light had been sucked out of him, as surely as it had been from the rest of them.

Keith stopped, looked up. The road split into a fork; a weathered wooden sign sat at where the paths split, labeling the roads in either direction.

Keith and Hunk carefully set Shiro down; he groaned with the movement, but didn’t seem to have the strength to move anymore.

Trying to ignore the knot of fear and worry that sat in his gut like a rock, Keith stepped closer to the sign to read.

The path to the right led through the mountains looming beside them, and the left led to a town. The town name was crossed out, but Keith could just make out the word Varadero.

“Which way do we need to…” Lance trailed off as his gaze dropped to the sign. He fell very, very still.

Keith brushed his fingers over the name on the sign. “We should go to the town. They might have a doctor there.”

Lance’s jaw set. “That village was destroyed a long time ago.”

Hunk sighed, looking grimly at Shiro. “Well, there’s no way he’ll make it through the mountains.”

“Besides,” Allura said quietly, glancing between Keith, Lance, and Hunk, “there may be some medicine or supplies we can find in the village, even if it has been destroyed. If there was a doctor’s clinic, the medicine might still be there.”

Lance just tightened his arms around himself, and Keith knew he wouldn’t back down. “There’s nothing for us there.” His voice was hard as steel, but Keith could see his fingers trembling where they clenched around his biceps.

The rock of fear, of worry, only grew heavier in Keith’s gut. “Then we’ll split up.”

Hunk shook his head at once, reaching out to clasp Allura’s hand and wrap an arm around Lance’s shoulder. “No. No. We have to stick together. We keep each other safe.”

“We don’t have time for safe!” Keith couldn’t hide the desperation in his voice. He flung a hand toward Shiro. “He’s not going to make it to Haven. Honestly, I—I don’t think he’s going to make it another day.”

His voice cracked, but Keith pressed on, breath shaking in and out as he tried to control the churning emotions in his gut. “If some of us take Shiro to the town, we can find medicine, or try to signal for help. We’re close enough to Haven that they might see a smoke signal, or something.”

It was beyond desperate, and they all knew it. But they all also knew that there wasn’t anything better.

“Lance and I can take the mountain pass,” Allura said, clasping Lance’s hand with one of her own. “We can move faster than you two with Shiro; we can try to find help. At—at the very least, we’ll get a better view of the terrain from up there.”

Lance gave Allura a grateful look and squeezed her hand. “Yeah. We can see if there’s a town with people nearby, and try to head there to bring people back to help.”

Hunk looked ready to cry, but he exhaled shakily. “Okay. Keith and I will head to Varadero, then.” He wrapped his arms around Lance in a crushing hug, and Lance returned the embrace just as strongly.

Keith could feel tears threatening to form, but he accepted Allura’s hug. Her hair tickled his nose, but he didn’t care; he just held her tighter.

They separated as Lance pulled away from Hunk, and then Allura was stepping forward to hug Hunk and Lance was in front of Keith.

Lance moved first, pulling Keith into a hug and tucking his head into the space between Keith’s shoulder and neck. Keith wrapped his arms around Lance, shakily exhaling into Lance’s shoulder.

They reluctantly split apart, Lance’s hands lingering on Keith’s waist just a fraction longer than necessary before pulling back.

“Just…take care of each other, okay?” Keith’s voice was dry, threatening to crack again.

“We will,” Lance promised quietly, resting a hand on Allura’s shoulder and squeezing. “Be careful.”

Keith nodded to him, and Lance and Allura turned to run up the mountain trail. He watched them go, silver and pink and blue flickering between the rocks like afterimages until they rounded the bend and disappeared.

Hunk rested a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “Come on.”

They picked the stretcher up again; Shiro barely reacted save for a hitch in his breathing, and Keith swallowed down a sob and started walking.

And with every step, the feeling that they had made a terrible mistake only grew more and more. If the slight hesitance to Hunk’s steps was any indication, he could feel it, too.

But they didn’t have a choice but to press forward and hope.

#yes im putting the nuckelavee in this au. as if i could pass up one of the most terrifying grimm to ever exist #however i cannot write the nuckelavee fight scene until i figure out everyone's weapons and semblances </3 #winter writes #kphl #voltron #keith #hunk #lance #allura #shiro #NOBODY is having a good time rn <3

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tseneipgam · 4 months

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"I ate and drank slowly as one should (cook fast, eat slowly) and without distractions such as (thank heavens) conversation or reading. Indeed eating is so pleasant one should even try to suppress thought. Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too. How fortunate we are to be food-consuming animals. Every meal should be a treat and one ought to bless every day which brings with it a good digestion and the precious gift of hunger.”

‘Is there any language in which there is a word for that tender runnel that joins the mouth and the nose?’

‘We lived in paradise. We fled on bicycles to lie in buttercup fields, beside railway bridges, near canals, in waste land awaiting housing estates. Ours was already a suburban countryside, but it was as lovely and significant to us as the Garden of Eden’

‘I ate three oranges at eleven o’clock this morning. Oranges should be eaten in solitude and as a treat when one is feeling hungry. They are too messy and overwhelming to form part of an ordinary meal. I should say here that I am not a breakfast eater though I respect those who are. I breakfast on delicious Indian tea. Coffee and China tea are intolerable at breakfast time, and, for me, coffee unless it is very good and made by somebody else is pretty intolerable at any time. It seems to me an inconvenient and much overrated drink, but this I will admit to be a matter of personal taste. (Whereas other views which I hold on the subject of food approximate to absolute truths.)’

‘I gave myself up to that not unpleasing slightly mad feeling that always comes over me when I enter London, the catering anonymous feeling of returning into oneself in the great tragicomic metropolis when the bond of society, whether in train or car, is suddenly snapped.’

‘I felt a need simply to see a few ordinary human beings who were living ordinary human lives, having holidays, honeymoons, quarrels, trouble with their motor cars, trouble with their mortgages.’

‘Then I saw below me, their wet doggy faces looking curiously upward, four seals, swimming so close to the rock that I could almost have touched them. I looked down at their pointed noses only a few feet below, their dripping whiskers, their bright inquisitive round eyes, and the lithe and glossy grace of their wet backs. They curved and played a while, gulping and gurgling a little, looking up at me all the time. And as I watched their play I could not doubt that they were beneficent beings come to visit me and bless me.’

‘..how the story ought to end, with the seals and the stars, explanation, resignation, reconciliation, everything picked up into some radiant bland ambiguous higher significance, in calm of mind, all passion spent. However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after…of course loose ends can never be properly tied, one is always producing new ones. Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgments on people are never final, they emerge from summings up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us"

"One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better."

"Today there is a pleasant very light haze over the whole sky, and the sea has a misleadingly docile silvered look, as if the substantial wavelets were determined to stroke the rocks as hard as they could without showing any trace of foam. It is a compact radiant complacent sort of sea, very beautiful. There ought to be seals, the waves themselves are almost seals today, but still I scan the water in vain with my long-distance glasses."

"'Come, darling, don't let your tea get cold. And look, I've brought you such a lovely present, a stone, the most beauti- ful stone on the shore.' I laid down beside her plate the elliptical stone, my very first one, the prize of my collection, hand-sized, a mottled pink, irregularly criss-crossed with white bars in a design before which Klee and Mondrian would have bowed to the ground."

"Thus people can be light sources, without ever knowing, for years is the lives of others, while their own lives take different and hidden courses. Equally one can be, and I recalled Peregrine's words, a monster, a cancer, in the mind of someone whom one has half forgotten or even never met."

"James said, 'Can you hear the sea?' 'That was Keats' favourite quotation from Shakespeare."

"I pulled myself up, knelt, and began to shake my blankets and my pillow which were wet with dew. Then I heard, odd and frightening in that total stillness, a sound coming from the water, a sudden and quite loud splashing, as if something just below the rock were about to emerge, and crawl out perhaps onto the land. I had a moment of sheer fear as I turned and leaned towards the sea edge. Then I saw below me, their wet doggy faces looking curiously upward, four seals, swimming so close to the rock that I could almost have touched them. I looked down at their pointed noses only a few feet below, their dripping whiskers, their bright inquisitive round eyes, and the lithe and glossy grace of their wet backs. They curved and played a while, gulping and gurgling a little, looking up at me all the time. And as I watched their play I could not doubt that they were beneficent beings come to visit me and bless me."

"Can one change oneself? I doubt it. Or if there is any change it must be measured as the millionth part of a millimetre. When the poor ghosts have gone, what remains are ordinary obli- gations and ordinary interests. One can live quietly and try to do tiny good things and harm no one. I cannot think of any tiny good thing to do at the moment, but perhaps I shall think of one tomorrow"

#book

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fullcollectivecloud · 1 year

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“Vatos”

Bow got her eyes all cleaned up thanks to Dale, she was quick to thank him and leave the RV. Bow climbs up a rock near the quarry and begins to meditate, so focus on Daryl and his sorrowful energy, Bow slowly is out into a vision, she sees Rick with his gun to Daryl, who has his crossbow trained on T-dog, “I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it.” Daryl realizes Rick is being honest and lowers the crossbow. Bow enters Daryl’s mind “Dare what’s going on?” “Merle’s not here Bowie, son bitch chopped his hand off to get away” Daryl answers her, Bow is in shock and Daryl can sense it “Oh My God”. Daryl looks at T-dog “you got a do-rag or something?” T-Dog hands him one and Daryl picks up Merle's severed hand that is already decaying. “I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch. He puts the hand in Glenn's backpack. “Oh geez” Bow’s voice rings out in Daryl’s head as she is still watching. “Bowie go on and look around would ya see if maybe Merle passed out somewhere?” Daryl asked “Yea, of course,” Bow’s sight leaves the four men and looks over the city trying to find Merle maybe even sense him but no luck. Her sight makes its way back to Daryl and the group, they are all separated, Daryl is sitting behind a dumpster, “Dare, what's happening?” “Just getting the guns Bowie, bet you didn’t find him” “No, I'm sorry” “It’s all good, go on back to camp I'll see you soon” with that Bow snaps out of her vision, she is met with Amy and Andrea with tons of fish for the camp “Oh, baby. Will you look at that? Hey, check it out. Ladies… Because of you, my children will eat tonight. Thank you.” Morales thanks to two sisters Andrea takes a drink of water “Thank Dale. It's his canoe and gear.” Carl is star struck by the fish “Mom, look. Look at all the fish, Whoa.” Lori looks at the fish “Yeah, whoa. Where did you two learn to do that?” Amy responds “Our dad.” “Can you teach me how to do that?” Carol ask AMy nods her head “Sure. I'll teach you all about nail knots and stuff if that's okay.” Amy looks at Lori “You won't catch me arguing.” Lori says Andrea sees Dale approaching “Hey, Dale. When's the last time you oiled those line reels? They are a disgrace.”

Dale doesn't seem as happy as he usually is, “I, uh, I don't want to alarm anyone, but we may have a bit of a problem.” Shane comes up to the group. Dale points over to Jim who is still digging the holes. The whole camp comes out to see him. Shane gest Jims attention and tries to get him to rest but Jim won’t have it, it takes Shane has to tackle and handcuff the man to get him to take a rest. Bow sits with Jim by the tree giving him water and fanning him with some paper Dale lent her. Jim looks at Bow “Thank you” he says she smiles at the man “It's no problem” “Can you pour some on my head please” “Sure” she complies with his request and dumps some water on his head. Shane walks over to the two “Hey, Jim. How you feeling, man?” Jim nods to him “I'm better. More myself now.” Shane kneels down “I hope you understand the need for this… this timeout. I've got others I've got to think about. I just want to make sure there's no… there's no hard feelings.” Jim shakes his head “There's not. I do understand.” “Okay. Why don't you come join in with the rest of us? Big ol' fish fry.” Jim nods and smiles “I'd like that very much.” As dusk approaches, Rick, Glenn, T-Dog & Daryl run back to camp before Merle arrives. Back at camp, the group enjoys a fish dinner. Everyone is having a good time. Morales who is looking at Dales watch asks “I've got to ask you, man. It's been driving me crazy.” “What?” says Dale, “That watch.” “What's wrong with my watch?” “I see you every day, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass.” Jacqui decides to chime in “I've wondered this myself.” “I'm missing the point.” “Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while.” “But there's you every day winding that stupid watch.” Morales laughs, “Time… it's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least. Don't you think, Andrea? Back me up here.” Dale looks to her for help but she laughs and drinks her drink “I like… I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said,-” Bow interrupts Dale by finishing the quote “I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father's before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it for a moment now and then and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it."Dale looks at Bow with a fatherly Proudness, Bow smiles back “You two are so weird.” says Amy, and Everyone laughs. “It's Faulkner. William Faulkner, Amy well at least my take on it” Bow laughs. Amy gets up from the campfire. Andrea snaps her head to her sister “Where are you going?” “I have to pee. Jeez, you try to be discreet around here…” Everyone laughs. “So, Bow tell me what’s it like being a Mutant?” asked Morales “Um I don’t know how to answer that” Bow replies. “OK how bout this are there any other Mutants out there” “Well of course there are, I mean unless they have been turned” “Oh and how can you be so sure” “Mutants have been judged, harassed and sometimes injured just for being who they are, I doubt some undead bastards will take them all down easily” Bow suddenly felt the energy of the dead the primal need to feed. She stood up and looked toward Amy who was coming out of the RV. A Walker steps right up to her and takes a bite out of her arm. She screams in pain. Andrea witnesses this and screams…

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #twd fanfiction #daryl x y/n #fanfic #norman reedus #the walking dead #the archer and his bow #twd #twd daryl #season 1 #scarlet witch

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birdmenanime · 2 years

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6. dumb little writing please?

The premise for this is actually that Karasuma goes on dates with Takayama to try and teach him how to be a good boyfriend for someone (Aka Karasuma trying to help out Umino) but it ends up just becoming a fake dating AU sprinkled with Karasuma pining at max level. :)

…

“Aren’t you ever going to get a haircut?”

Takayama stills, blinks.

“It’s gotten very long, you know.” Karasuma continues.

“Your hair has gotten long, too.”

Karasuma instinctively brushes a lock behind his own ear. The back of his head is probably getting shoulder length now, but he’s been keeping it in a ponytail too often to check.

“I’m growing it out.” He may need to cut it soon, though. Sagisawa said it looked like a mullet. “But my hair isn’t bad.”

“My hair’s not... bad.”

“It's pretty bad.” Karasuma states bluntly. “If you don’t trim it soon it’s just going to topple on top of itself like a mop. Just a trim won’t hurt!”

“...Okay.”

“Here, sit down.” Karasuma gestures to the floor near his bed, before picking up a comb and scissors. Takayama obliges.

“You don’t use products or anything, right?” He states, as he climbs onto his bed and positions himself behind Takayama.

“No.”

“See, that’s so weird to me.” He grabs the comb. ”Like, how does your hair even stay up-“ The comb immediately hits a knot. “Whuh.” Okay, he should have expected a knot or two. But that’s okay, he can deal with that later. He moves to another section, and somehow is greeted by another, larger knot. He tries tugging it gently, but Takayama lets out a slightly pained grunt. “What the fuck.” Maybe it’s just on base of his spikes, surely his whole head isn’t-

His whole head is matted. He has maybe a few inches near the base of his skull that are free, but the rest is unsalvageable and Karasuma is pretty sure saw a twig lodged in there.

“Takayama.”

“...” The younger teen refuses to look at the other.

“We probably need to chop off most of this.”

“.......”

“Takayama.”

“.............”

“Hey. Speak.”

“Do what you have to.” He sounds dejected.

“I’ll try to salvage what I can.” Karasuma promises. He grabs the scissors and lines it up to the first matted spike, hesitating before snipping it off in a fell swoop. It lands in Takayama’s lap. He tries not to give Takayama the time to grieve (or back out), working his way from the outside of his hair towards his scalp, trying to comb out and keep as much hair as possible.

Minutes later and Karasuma finally gets to a point where there are no more knots. Takayama’s hair is now very mismatched in length, so he sets to work, delicately grabbing locks and trimming. Occasionally he musses up Takayama’s hair with his fingers, sees where it lands and checks for spots of excess length. He thinks he hears Takayama hum during those moments, but waves it off.

Once satisfied with his work, the older teen glances at the floor to take a peek at the hair massacre.

“I had a lot more hair than I thought.” Takayama states.

“You still have hair, you’re not bald like Kamoda.” Takayama’s hair was still very noticeably short. Definitely shorter than Karasuma’s, and probably considered a buzz cut. Still, there’s enough hair that Takayama’s hair can still spike sporadically in the air. Takayama turns around to look at him, and Karasuma has to think really hard about not blushing. The haircut definitely works on him. He grabs his phone and flips the camera so Takayama can look at it himself. Takayama stares a bit, pats the top of his head a bit, before letting his hand drop.

“Does it look okay?”

“It looks fine.” Karasuma says it a bit too fast, and he thinks he’s failing at the whole “not blushing” thing.

“I can’t remember the last time my hair was this short.” Takayama says, grabbing a strand from his head and attempting to look at it. His “bangs” (if they could even be called that) were sacrificed in the hair cutting process.

Karasuma’s hands still tingle from cutting Takayama’s hair, and the memory of his short spiky hair bristling against his palms lingers. Lifting up from where it rests on a knee, his right hand somehow ends up back in Takayama’s hair, ruffling it slightly. “It’ll be easier to take care of this way, anyways.”

“Mm.” And he’s staring at Karasuma, again.

#my writing #birdmen #gah I should really finish this wip

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pawrulz-official · 2 years

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8 EASY STEPS TO GROOMING A DOG

If you’re looking to groom your dog, there are a few things that you should know. The first thing is that before beginning any grooming process, it’s important to wash the dog with shampoo and conditioner. Then, clip off any loose hair around the ears or feet so it doesn’t get caught in the brush. Next, use scissors or clippers for long hair and/or mats on the body of your dog. It’s always good to have some combs handy as well! After trimming up all those pesky hairs from their paws and nose (you’ll need nail clippers too!), brush out all of those knots with a slicker brush until they’re nice and smooth. Lastly, take care of their teeth by brushing them with a toothbrush and some dog-specific toothpaste.

Now your pup is all set to go! Grooming may seem like a lot of work, but it’s important that you do this for both hygiene purposes as well as just giving them a little extra TLC every now and then. If you’re feeling unsure about how to groom your dog or are wondering what the best dog grooming products are, check out our blog post on grooming everything from tails to toes with these simple steps.

Steps To Groom A Dog:

Wash – It’s always good practice to wash off any dirt first before beginning any grooming process. Especially if they’ve rolled in something gross outside! Use shampoo and conditioner on their Grooming a dog is not always an easy task. There are so many different breeds and preferences that it can be hard to find the right way to groom your pup. Luckily, we have you covered! In this blog post, we will cover 8 steps for grooming any dog in just 15 minutes or less. This includes tips on how to do everything from brushing their teeth and bathing them, to trimming their nails and taking care of their ears. We also include some helpful tools such as our top 10 best shampoos for dogs list!

So these are the 7 Steps to groom a dog:-

Brush your dog’s teeth

Trim their nails

Groom the hair on their body and head

Clean ears, eyes, and nose with a damp cloth or cotton ball

Check for fleas and ticks in between the toes of all four paws

Bathe your pup if they need it (make sure to use a shampoo that is designed specifically for dogs)

Clip hair around eyes and ears with scissors or electric trimmers

getting water in their eyes or ears while they are still wet; then brush out any tangles from fur as you would human hair, starting at the end of the coat near their tail and working your way up to the top of their head.

One of the most important steps for grooming a dog is brushing their teeth, which can be done using canine toothpaste and an animal toothbrush or finger scrubs with baking soda mixed in warm water. Be sure to brush your pet’s top and bottom rows of teeth, as well as removing any plaque buildup on either side by rubbing it off with your fingers. Make sure you’re moving at a steady pace so that they don’t become irritated! If possible, get them used to have their mouth handled from when they are young so that this process will go smoothly later on down the line.

#dog grooming #dog shampoo #dog oil #dogslife #pawrulz

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Hard days

We were sitting in the near dark of the living room after midnight, talking about the Netflix documentary ‘The Figo Affair’ and about all the political agendas in football.

She had been going in and out of the room, clearly uncomfortable, but I pretended I didn’t see it. I thought she needed space so I just let her be. Mohammed and I kept talking. She came back into the room and started playing some kind of game on her phone. We were talking about how some football fans go crazy and get revenge or threaten player’s families if they don’t play along in the expected ways. Her game didn’t last long. She left. We talked about the movie for a couple more minutes. She came back. She was pacing. My stomach was in knots, I was so anxious for her.

Her face was twisted. She was clearly holding back tears. Mohammed and I glanced her way. The conversation ended, seemingly naturally. He said goodnight and left the room. ‘Good night’ I called out to him softly.

I turned to her. I asked ‘are you okay?’ Then realized how stupid that was so I said ‘I know you’re not okay but I mean are you gonna be okay?’

She wiped the tears streaming down her face. She tried to speak. ‘The one thing that shakes my decision is when they ask to see their father’ her voice broke. I didn’t say anything. ‘I can’t believe the life he chose for his kids. A life that won’t be like any of the kids around them.. how are they going to feel?’

I said ‘who knows why God chose this life for them. It’s tough. It won’t be easy. Divorce is hard. But it’s hardest for you.’

‘No,’ she said ‘it’s hardest for them, I’m fine’

‘You’re not fine, divorce is hard for them, sure but the pain you feel for your kids is bigger.’

‘That’s exactly it.’ She said

‘You need to take care of yourself too.’ I said.

In tears she said ‘they just want to see their dad. I can’t believe I just kept yelling at them!’ She sobbed. I stood up. Went to her, put my arm around her shoulders. She shook.

‘May God give you strength’ I said as she cried. ‘What you’re going through right now is like mourning, so let yourself grieve’

‘It’s worse’ she said.

I held her shoulders tighter. I didn’t know what to say. Tears slid down my face, I wiped them away. She sobbed harder, her cries growing louder as she let herself go. I said ‘motherhood is so hard already, to the point that it sometimes feels like the end of the world. But you’re going through something much harder right now. It’s okay to feel this way.’ I just held her and she sobbed and sobbed. Once she stopped, I passed her the tissue box to my left. ‘Want a tissue?’ She took a few. Wiped her face silently. I took one and did the same.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes, staring into nothingness. Just sitting in the emotion. Letting it sink in and flow out and weave its way around the room, the house. We breathed.

‘You should sleep’ she said to me. ‘I’ll pray for some time and go to bed’

I contemplated waiting for her. Then decided against it. ‘Okay’ I said, ‘good night’

‘Good night’ she said, and left.

I went into the room and pulled myself under the bedsheets next to my son. I opened my phone to send her a message ‘I hope your prayers are accepted by the Lord. I’m sorry this is happening but I’m holding on to the faith in God…’ I started typing. I stopped. I let the phone down. I couldn’t hit send. I just stared at the ceiling. I prayed for her in my mind, my heart. It was at least an hour before she came in and went to bed. I waited until it sounded like her breathing was heavier, slower. And then I slept.

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lifeisavictoria · 10 months

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I take this rope and I bind myself. I bind my wants and desires. All the roaring feelings inside myself pleading to be let out. They’re the force of a hurricane and they are desperately being pulled towards the warmth that is you. I’ve never known anyone warmer than you. Your touch travels across my skin and burns me to the core. Leaving trails of desire to devour my self control.

I want you.

I knot one end and secure the start of my bind. And as I put it on, I explore everything inside.

At the surface, there is the desire. The want. My essence reaches out begging for you to be near me. It imagines the feeling of your skin on mine. It rages like a caged animal demanding release. And only you have the keys.

This part of me I bind. There will be time. It’s hard to talk to you and say all the words I need to say when my body has full control of the conversation. A conversation that holds little talk and all the sparks needed to start a forest fire.

I move on to the fear. That we’ll burn up twice as fast. That you’ll leave again and we’ll never come back. I can never come back to us again. It hurts too much to even think of it, and yet we know it can happen. I don’t want it to happen again. This is the best way to make things right? Isn’t it? Going slow and making sure to take care of all the kinks in your rope.

I move on to the worry. What if the timing isn’t right? I never noticed how bad our timing was until I was looking back. Hindsight is 20/20, so maybe I can’t see it yet that right now isn’t the best moment to pick this back up again. But what if it is?

I know how tomorrow isn’t promised. And I know you need to take what you want with both hands and never let it go. We are chaos embers spinning in a wide galaxy where nothing matters. And that is often not very kind. The best thing we could do is to grab on to one another and choose this one. I choose this one for the rest of my life and I never want to let you go.

I wind my rope, around and around, and I secure my worries down. I think I finally am getting to the heart of the matter.

At the center of it all is the love. This love I have for you. And all the ways I can think of to make you feel it. I think of how just days ago we kept dancing around the words. Have you eaten? Have you healed? You’re not allowed to get hurt. It’s scares me when you are. I like seeing you happy. I like making you laugh.

And now I don’t have to. I can say the words that have been burning inside me for a year. “I love you so much. I just want to see you happy.”

With me. I, above all, want you to be happy and by my side.

I want to touch you in the simplest of ways. To let you know I’m here. To let my hands whisper on your skin, “I love you.”

I want close my eyes and kiss you. And hope you can feel how much I love you in all the ways you are. I want to hug you and hold you. To comfort and soothe your soul with mine. I want to make you feel alright.

I want the small things. I want to bring you caffeine cause you lost track of time. I want to take care of you and your needs and make sure you know how much I want to. Because I want you.

I get to the other end of the rope. I tie my knot and finish the bind. We’ll unravel all of this with time. I need us to last, so we will go slow.

Slow is the way to go? It seems like it.

Can we please make it to September? 3 months. That’s not much. October is a hop and a skip away. Will I get another November to get a kiss from you to commemorate the one outside of a bookstore? I would love to have you to keep warm in December. I don’t want to start again in January. I want to give a present to my lover in February. I’m reserving springs first flowers for you in March. I want to make you so exasperated with me when I dance in the rain in April. I want you to witness the joy I can have in May. And the burning desire that flushes through me at the start of summer in June is patiently waiting to have no one else but you.

#me #rose #july 2023

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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I was so mad cause Tumblr deleted this when I was about to post it but I'm glad it did cause I have an even better idea

May I present... Dragon!Kirishima x Dragon!Bakugou with spoiled princess reader

@miggiisdumb this is for you bby

Masterlist

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Being a princess had its perks. You could have virtually anything you wanted, which was fun, but then everyone thought you were spoiled. A brat.

They weren't wrong, but you wanted them to fear you.

You wanted to be respected, and what better way to do that then take in two wild, feral dragons?

Bakugou and Kirishima, two barbarians from the dragon kingdom, captured and brought to you as a symbol of their faith in you.

They were muzzled and drooling when they met you, smelling the sweet smell between your legs at the sight of them, the scent of you so strong Kirishima fell to his knees, drool pooling on the floor as he panted harshly, clawing at Bakugou’s legs in need.

He couldn't ever look you in the eye, always trained on your pretty tits, amplified by the tight corset, or even the space between your covered thighs, nose twitching when he got near you, bulge straining in his pants a clear indicator of how bad he wanted you, even though he acted shy.

Bakugou, on the over hand, was more forward. He kept you locked in gaze throughout the day, often putting you in your place when you got too snappy with him.

Technically they were your body guards now, so when you got on the blondes nerves, there was no one to stop him from mounting you, the old guards only able to stand and watch unless they wanted to be mauled to death.

He would have you face down, ass up, hips grinding into your ass while he snarls, spewing filth out of his mouth.

"You act so high and mighty but you're just another slut."

"Be fuckin happy I got this shit on my face, Brat"

"M' gonna dump so much fuckin cum in you you won't be able to breath without feelin my pups. Gonna stuff you so full and have Kiri eat it outta ya, ain't that right, mutt?"

At that, Kirishima lifts his eyes from where they were staring at your legs, drool dribbling down his chin and pants straining against his hard on.

"B-breed."

Bakugou grins wildly, pushing your dress up and moving slightly over, crooking his finger to Kirishima in a come here motion.

"Smell her, Mutt. She's fuckin aching for it."

Kirishima immediately scrambles forward, growls of excitement quickly turning to whimpers when the muzzle restricts him from pressing his face into your cunt.

You yelp as Bakugou grips the back of your neck amd drags your head back, snarling into your ear to unlock the traps so we can get a taste of you.

You reach back a shaky hand to grab the key from your pocket, Bakugoy snatching it and unlocking himself and Kirishima.

As soon as the red head is free, he lunges for you, but Bakugou grabs his left horn and tugs him up to his mouth, canines grazing Kirishmas ear.

"You don't move until I tell you to move, Dragon."

Kirishima bares his teeth at him, but quickly turns his neck in submission when Bakugou reveals rows of sharp teeth, a heavy growl coming from the blondes throat as he nips at the other males throat.

He pushes Kirishimas head roughly into your cunt, making him groan as he pushes his rough tongue inside you, your back arching at the feeling.

"So good. Good-breed-"

You cut off Kirishimas rambling with a sharp moan as his teeth graze your clit, tongue soothing the throbbing bud as he laps at it, thick fingers reaching up to plunge into you.

You start to foggily wonder where Bakugou went, but then you look up and see him in front of you, cock standing tall.

Its so pretty, thick with bulging veins running along it and ridges, the fattest part of it the base, and the tip, which are swollen and pink. It reaches slightly past his belly button and you wonder if he'll tear your throat apart.

He grabs the base of it, squeezing gently as he inches forward, and you open your mouth to take him in when you notice his balls.

They're so fat and heavy that you have a sudden and intense urge to take them in your mouth, give him some release cause you know he must he aching.

You weren't wrong.

The thing about Bakugou was that since he had such a big cock, it was hard to find someone to take it.

What made it worse was that back at home, he was a barbarian. No woman was willing to even look at him, let alone sleep with him. Kirishima was lucky, because yes, his dick was also huge, but he was on the nicer side and most woman didn't know or even think he was a barbarian. Few females could handle him, but at the end of the day he got to empty his heavy balls at least twice a week.

Bakugou hadn't cum in ages, never really having time to jerk off, spending most of his time pillaging and making deals.

So when the thick head of his cock pushed at your lips, but you ducked down and sucked at the bottom part of his balls instead, he let out a punched gasp, his hand tightening around his meaty cock and hips twitching forward in ecstasy.

You didn't know how sensitive he was, especially down there. He could already feel himself hurtling towards his high, cheeks red and head thrown back as he lets out the filthiest moans you've ever heard, thighs trembling around your head as he jerks his knot off rapidly, chest heaving.

You manage to wrap your lips around a good amount of him, sucking and moaning while your hand travels up, rubbing over his swollen tip and popping off his balls to give his knot a suck too, laving your tongue over the swollen skin and whimpering when he almost collapses, hands grabbing your head and pushing it back towards his ball, snarling about how hes too sensitive.

You, of course, don't listen, and push back against him to put his cock fully in your mouth, when you feel Kirishima behind you run something along your slit. You start to wonder if he was going to go back to eating you out, cause you knew you were creaming all over your thighs, overwhelmed from how hot it was sucking Bakugou off.

You were so close to the edge, you could cum just from a couple licks to your clit.

You feel something thick start to breach you, pausing in your quest to get Bakugous knot back in your mouth as you realize Kirishima is putting his dick inside you.

Bakugou realizes it at the same time, leaning over to bite into Kirishimas neck as a warning, but just as he sinks his teeth into the sweaty flesh, Kirishimas fat tip pops into you, stretching you so obscenely you cum, hard, careening forward and gagging on Bakugous dick, moaning around the top of his knot and making him whimper into the red heads throat, his knot swelling and dumping loads of cum into you, spilling out around the corners of your mouth and dripping onto his twitching balls.

Kirishima gasps at the feeling of you cumming around his dick coupled with Bakugous teeth on his throat, his eyes rolling back as he cums as well, filling you up to the brim and then some.

Bakugou reaches a shaky hand down and scoop his come from your mouth, licking his hands to taste himself as Kirishima does the same, and you almost cum as they lean forward and lick into each others mouth, hips rutting into your mouth and cunt sub consciously as they make out.

Fuck, you loved being a princess.

#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou smut #kirishima thirst #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #bubbletalks #KiriBaku #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku smut #kirishima x bakugou

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bang-tan-bitches · 3 years

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Title: Need - 3 Word Count: 2.8k+ Rating: M Genre: fluff, smut, abo!universe, hybrid!bts Warnings: smut, multiple partner smut, threesome, two some, some some, creampie(s), knotting, biting, minor blood play, minor dirty talk, alpha/omega dynamic, anal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (M and F receiving) Pairing: Namjoon x fem!reader, Yoongi x fem!reader, Hoseok x fem!reader Summary: Sometimes you find your mate, and sometimes you find three. Life is funny that way. Written by: Admin A

A/N: Hello and welcome to the final chapter of Need. This one is just pure smut. So much smut.. so please thank B for her brilliant mind. There’s no way this would have happened without her. Thank you all for your patience, we hope you enjoy!

- Part One - Part Two - Part Three(end) -

There’s no time for you to look around what you’re sure is a rather amazing room. Namjoon is walking so fast, he may as well be running. The other two right behind him.

Namjoon dumps you on the bed, throwing the useless sheet to the far corner of the room. You bounce once before he’s on you, pressing you into the mattress. His hands slide around your waist moving up and bringing the t-shirt with as his lips find yours. Too soon, he pulls away, your lips parted by the shirt he’s trying to remove. You resist, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. He chuckles and pulls away, taking your shirt with him, tossing it to the corner of the room with the sheet. Once he’s off the bed, you prop yourself up on your elbows, panting a little.

You blink slowly as you realize Hoseok and Yoongi are already naked and standing at the end of the bed, their hot hungry eyes are roving your body and you feel a delicious shiver run through you. Your eyes wander over their hard, lean bodies and you feel a growl of your own build in the back of your throat at the thought of anyone else having seen them this way. They were yours in a way you didn’t fully understand yet, but were more than willing to figure out.

“Like what you see baby?” Namjoon asks from beside you and you turn your head enough to find him. You mean to meet his eyes, really, you do. But when you turn to look at him, your gaze gets caught on his large cock - heavy and hard and right in your face. It’s base is nestled in dark curls and you have the sudden urge to bury your nose in them and drown in his scent. You lick your lips as it bobs in front of you and don’t think twice before sucking the tip into your mouth. Above you, Namjoon groans and the bed dips as two more bodies join you. After a quick flick of your tongue against his slit, licking up the bead of pre-cum there, you release him with a wet pop!

You turn and smirk at Yoongi and Hoseok as you answer, “Very much.”

Namjoon wraps a hand in your hair and tilts your head back until you meet his gaze and you gasp. His eyes are melted gold and amber swirling around a wide black pupil and the longer you look, the more it seems like something was trying to emerge through the flames in his eyes. Quickly, you avert your eyes and his hand tightens slightly at the submissive action. You moan and arch your back at his dominant touch.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you sweetheart?” Hoseok says softly from near your feet and you look down at him as best you can with Namjoon’s hand still in your hair. His mouth is twisted into a wicked smile that promises all sorts of debauchery and his eyes… his eyes are the same golden shade as Namjoon’s. “You want to be dominated, don’t you? Held down and knotted. You want us to fill you up until you’re dripping, our scent all over you, inside and out, our kits growing in your belly.”

You lick your lips and swallow thickly, but don’t say anything, it’s too much, knowing what he’s suggesting is exactly what you want, when only that morning the thought of, well, all of it had been the furthest thing from your mind. His lips are warm as he leaves a trail of wet kisses all over your stomach, almost as if he’s imagining you already round with their child. Namjoon’s hand tightens again, then loosens when you look up at him, but he doesn’t let go. The soft head of his cock brushes against your cheek. “Your Alpha asked you a question Omega.”

The air leaves you in a rush as another wave of lust overcomes you when you realize that these were Alphas, in every sense of the word.

“Yes Alpha.” You finally answer, your voice thick with desire.

“Good girl.” Yoongi purrs into your ear and nuzzles just behind it. Namjoon lets go of your hair and uses that hand to cup the back of your neck, stroking lightly with his fingers. You turn to look at Yoongi and once again, you’re caught in a golden gaze, though his seems to be threaded with black rather than amber and, just as you did with Namjoon, you avert your eyes.

“Such a good girl.” Yoongi murmurs and nips your earlobe.

Distracted as you are by Namjoon and Yoongi, you haven’t noticed Hoseok moving closer until his hands are prying apart your thighs. You part them easily and meet his heated - golden and red - gaze. “We’re going to fuck you now, our little omega. Later, we’ll be gentle, but right now, we want to fuck you into this mattress and make you scream.” He lowers his head and licks a warm, wet trail up your thigh and to your core then looks up at you from between your thighs, “Do you want that?”

“Yes. Yes Alpha, please.” You plead and thrust your hips closer to his mouth, but he pulls away.

“Please what, Omega?”

“Fuck me. Fill me. Mark me. Everything. Just please!” You cry out, needing them to do something, anything. Your emotions were no longer at war within you. They’d all given way to a desire so intense you were surprised you hadn’t burst into flames yet. Namjoon let’s go of you and your head hits the pillow.

Hoseok licks a stripe from the bottom of your slit to your clit before slipping his tongue inside. It's hotter and deeper than you thought a tongue could go, but right now you don’t care because the way he’s moving it and the spots he’s hitting is making you see stars “You taste so delicious, no wonder Yoongi couldn’t help himself.” He says then sticks two fingers into your sopping wet core, pushing them in and out, occasionally curling them to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. “You’re so wet. Are you ready for me baby?”

You nod and he moves to position himself at your entrance, with a quick thrust of his hips, he’s hilt deep inside you and you keen from pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl, take it all.” he purrs as he pulls out.

“You look so pretty with his cock buried inside your pretty little cunt.”

You feel something warm and soft press against your parted lips. Opening eyes you didn’t realize you closed, you meet Namjoon’s eyes before opening your mouth wider, letting him fuck your mouth while you wrap a hand around Yoongi, pumping him in time with Hoseok’s trusts.

Busy as you are with Namjoon and Yoongi, you don’t notice how hot and hard Hoseok’s hands are on your thighs until he’s pushing your legs up and into Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s waiting grips, opening you up for him to thrust deeper.

“Gotta make sure you don’t spill any. Need to fill you…” Hoseok leans over you, distracting you from Namjoon and Yoongi.

Namjoon slips out of your mouth and Yoongi out of your hand when Hoseok flips you over without warning, making you gasp as he pulls out and pushes back in without missing a beat.

“Hands and knees baby girl.”

You comply and Yoongi shifts and shimmies until he's underneath you. You let them move you how they want, slipping off of one hard cock and onto the other, riding Yoongi like there's no tomorrow and taking a kneeling Namjoon back into your mouth. Choking without the use of your hands.

Namjoon slowly pulls out of your mouth so you can catch your breath and you tense when you feel lubed fingers circling your asshole. A little scared, but excited over what is happening, you try to relax, but you know they can feel your trepidation. Yoongi rubs his hot hands down your back, trying to soothe your nerves.

“Shh… it’s okay baby girl. You can take me here. You were made for this. For us.” Hoseok slides his fingers inside your ass a little deeper, slowly stretching you open.

Yoongi kisses you deeply, his hot tongue licking into your mouth and distracting you enough to allow Hoseok to slip his fingers out of you and slowly push the tip of his cock inside your ass.

You whimper into Yoongi’s mouth as Hoseok stretches your tight ring of muscle. Namjoon slips his fingers through your hair and gently guides your head to the side so he can kiss you. All three men groan once Hoseok is fully sheathed inside of you, as if they are synced together and can all equally feel you.

Namjoon kisses you deeply, a sloppy, wet, dirty kiss filled with tongues and teeth as Hoseok and Yoongi thrust inside of you simultaneously. You feel overly sensitive as if there are a million hands touching you everywhere at once. Every thrust fills you with pleasure. Large, hot hands grip your breasts, plucking your nipples as other hands grip your hips, holding you tighter, and fingers tangle in your hair.

The wet sounds of Yoongi and Hoseok pushing inside of you are obscene. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t completely blissed out. Sweat covers all your bodies and every push and pull of their cocks has you shivering and pulsing around them. You are so close, you can feel every ridge of their veiny cocks.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” Yoongi growls as he gives a particularly hard thrust, “I can feel your sweet cunt squeezing around me.”

You can barely moan out a yes, your body shivering uncontrollably. Everything feels so tight and tense, and every thrust has your body trembling with pleasure. You feel fuzzy, almost lightheaded, and with Yoongi and Hoseok thrusting in tandem, you can feel yourself so close to coming.

“Such a beautiful little omega.” Namjoon’s voice is thick with lust, “Come for us, Omega. Please your alphas.”

Yoongi swallows your cry as you come, his thick cock swelling inside you. You can feel his knot catch at your entrance and the stretch of him burns so good. His cock pulses as he unloads a thick flood of come inside of you. Hoseok presses his forehead against your shoulder blade, his hips stuttering as he continues fucking your ass. His hands grip your hips tightly, sharp nails prickling your soft skin. He waits until the last possible moment before pulling out, thick globs of his come coating your ass. He presses himself against you, his thick cock resting between the cheeks of your ass, his knot feels hard against your skin. You’re so sweaty and so hot, come leaking out around Yoongi’s cock while Hoseok nuzzles the back of your neck.

You know how this works. In theory. You have heard stories anyways. That their release is their cue to mark you. You brace yourself for the pain of their bites, more than ready to bear their marks, ready to show the world you belong with them… they don’t.

They don’t bite you and it seems they don’t plan to. Before you can question it or get too worked up over the lack of teeth, Hoseok pulls away and Yoongi slips out of you and you’re jostled around to a new position. You close your eyes at the speed of their movements, feeling the soft bedding against your back and the heat from one of the alphas on top of you.

Your eyes flutter open and meet Namjoon’s slitted eyes and wicked smile. His large, warm hands slip down your sides to slide your legs open. You do not know where Yoongi and Hoseok are, but your gaze is completely consumed with Namjoon. His body radiates power and the feel of his thick, veiny cock pressed between you has you dripping with anticipation.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Omega,” Namjoon’s voice is dark, seductive, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

You gasp when he slides inside of you. He’s so big, it’s almost painful. You thought that after Yoongi’s knot you would be able to take Namjoon easier, you were wrong. Every part of him is pressed so intimately close to you that you can only breathe him in with every lungful of air.

“Fuck,” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, every part of your body yearning for him to speak again, “Such a good little omega.”

“Yes,” You gasp, arching your back. You can feel every rigid inch of his thick cock inside you. "I-I'm your good o-omega."

"You take our cocks so well." Namjoon groans out, his body feels so hot pressed against yours. Your hands grip his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself, his once smooth skin feels hard and almost scaly. You don’t even realize you have sliced open your palms until your hand cups Namjoon’s face, leaving a bloody handprint. His nostrils flare at the scent of your blood and you gasp as he seems to slide in deeper.

You can barely catch your breath, you feel dizzy with pleasure. Namjoon grips your bloody hand, holding it to his lips, his long-pointed tongue licking your bloody fingers. Every swipe of his tongue has your cunt clenching tighter around him. You know that you are going to come again. Every thrust of his cock has you gushing around him. The scent of sex and blood is thick in the air.

“Such a sweet, sweet omega. Giving yourself to us.” Namjoon groans - his voice deeper than moments before - with a measured thrust making your toes curl, “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” You moan, your voice sounding hoarse to your own ears, “p-please, it feels so good.”

“Be a good girl,” Namjoon’s hot, hot fingers slip between your bodies, his sharp nails pinching your clit hard, “Come for your alpha.”

You shudder as you come hard, your back arching as your hips press up against Namjoon. You cannot hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears. You swear you almost black out at the intensity of your orgasm, you’re so hot and sweaty, hair plastered to your neck.

Before you can catch your breath, you can feel Namjoon’s heavy cock begin to swell. It’s almost painful how he stretches you open and you can feel the tears gathering behind your closed eyes. He continues thrusting until his knot prevents him from moving, unloading hot sticky ribbons of come inside you. His come is so hot it almost burns, and his low continuous growl has your cunt clenching tighter around him.

You keep your eyes closed, waiting for the marking bite that never comes. You can feel the combined release of you and your alphas dribbling out around Namjoon’s slowly deflating knot. Once Namjoon completely pulls away, you feel cold, almost empty.

Panting, you lay there, motionless except for the rise and fall of your chest with each breath. You try not to let the disappointment building in your chest spill onto your face. It was hard though. They had called you Omega… you were sure they were your Alphas…. so why didn’t they mark you?

It hurt to think you had possibly just been used to get them through their heat and it wasn’t meant to be after all… but as their still warm come dripped out of your swollen cunt, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelming disappointment.

“Not tired yet, are you Omega?”

You blink away the tears you can feel building, bringing yourself back to the present with a gasp as you take in the sight at the end of the bed.

“I- wh-what?” You could barely form words as you looked from one pair of leather wings to the other. Yoongi stood to one side, dark velvety looking black wings spread out behind him. Beside him, Hoseok with bright red wings, golden veins seeming to light them up from within. Each of them sporting curling black horns. And standing at the foot of the bed, smoke and fire leaking from his toothy grin, stood Namjoon, his blue wings taking on a silvery tint in the light, his horns were obviously the largest, curling back behind his ears.

“No, our little Omega can’t be tired yet.” Hoseok says, smiling widely at the look of shock and awe that must be on your face. “We haven’t even marked her yet.”

Your eyes go wide at his words and you grip the sheet a little tighter as you stare at their sharp teeth. Imugis. Your mind flashes to the legends of the korean dragons your grandfather used to tell you about in your childhood. Water gods known for benevolence and good luck. But your grandfather also told you of the darker fables, the imugis that were cursed, that were dangerous and possessive, that had sharp claws and even sharper teeth.

“Come, our little Omega,” Yoongi curls his long claw tipped fingers, beckoning you, “it’s time for your marks.”

#btb: need #need pt 3 #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #hybrid!bts #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you #bts rapline x reader #min yoongi x reader #jung hoseok x reader #alpha #omega #abo!bts #bts! breeding kink #tw: blood

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luckyasfuck · 3 years

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back seat of his car [k. bakugou]

pairing // katsuki x fem!reader

warnings/themes // NSFW, mafia leader!katsuki, illegal racer!katsuki, mentions of stalker!reader, gun violence, katsuki point his gun at your neck, katsuki checks under your skirt without conset, slight knife play, breeding kink, creampie,

synopsis // finally gathering your courage to confess to the guy you’ve been admiring, the night takes a dark turn when he assumes you’re working for his enemy, and all the secrets unfold.

word count // 2.5k

a/n // i am aware that race cars don’t have passenger seats nor back seats, just shut up and read already.

tonight was exciting. the skirt you wore hung beautifully around your hips, giving your thighs the attention they very much deserve. the nights were always cold, but you’d do anything to get bakugou katsuki to glance at your way. tonight was the night you’d finally make a move after practically stalking the male car racer for weeks now. it was obvious he knew about your ministrations, he’d look back here and there and become more cautious as the nights dragged out.

a black face mask covers your face, the competition was illegal and it would be a bitch to be caught by those bastards that call themselves cops. boots clicking on the pavement, you speed-walked to the street. the muffled screams and sounds of cars grew louder as you turn the corner, already seeing people cheering the racers on. pushing through the crowd, you manage to slip through the dudes that called themselves ‘guards’ and onto the road. a quick span around the area and you see him.

katsuki is wearing a black leather jacket, his infamous skull shirt underneath and black pants to match the aesthetic of his black racer car. his blonde hair is messy as he takes off his helmet, leaning on the car. you gulp, could you really do this? the satisfying click of your boots makes the respected racer glance at you, eyeing you up and down. with a quick and confident, you eye his car. “that’s a really fucking pretty car.”

he scoffs, “you competing here, woman? don’t even try.” he clicks his tongue. “why? cause i’m a woman?” a death glare is sent his way before you chuckle, leaning on his car too. “no, cause it’s really risky. police are gonna raid this area any second now, that’s why i parked here near this alleyway just incase.”

huh? “and how would you know that?” the crowd screams louder and your voice is barely heard, new racers coming in from all areas. the sound of their car engines fill the silent night and you watch katsuki pull his phone out, texting someone. this fumes you, does he have a girlfriend or something? i’ll fucking kill her-

“so,” the phone is shoved back inside his pocket, now his attention is all on you. half-lidded vermillion eyes stare into yours as he smirked, putting his hand inside his pocket. “where’s your car?” his eyes span the area, looking for a car that you might own and use. “oh, i’m not racing.” this response shocks him, looking at you with knotted eyebrows and his head tilted slightly to the side.

“how’d you get past those guys?” the ‘guards’ push the crowd away harshly, preventing them from entering the road. they push, throw, do anything to keep the crowd at bay. they’re pretty big guys so they don’t get beat up that easily. “i’m a woman.” you reply with a giggle.

“and i may have told them i know you.”

the blonde’s phone dings with a notification, “do you really know me now?” he reads through the text with a smirk. muffled police sirens are heard and the crowd silences for a minute before everybody’s frantically exiting the street, the car racers getting in their car and driving off full speed.

fuck, where you gonna go no-

the sound of a car door opening breaks you from your trance as you see flashes of red and blue lights rounding the corner. “get in.” katsuki rushes to his side of the car and without a thought, you enter his car. with a quick and professional manuever, the both of you are rushing through the empty and dark alleyway in seconds. the darkness seems endless until the blonde turns the corner and stops. looking back, he squints his glowing red eyes to check for any police cars.

a relieved sigh leaves his lips and he gets out the vehicle, leaving you confused. a hand opens your side of the car and you’re yanked outside harshly, “what the fuck?!” a loud thud fills the silent alleyway as your back hits the hard concrete. a sound of metal is heard and the next thing you knew, katsuki has you pinned on the wall with a gun held straight to your throat. “don’t fucking think i haven’t seen you lurking around.”

how were you supposed to know that your harmless stalking sessions meant so much to him? you gulped, forcing yourself back on the wall trying to detatch your sweating neck from his cold gun. “you working for deku or something, hm?” the weapon is shoved into your skin more and your eyes close in fear. “i... i don’t know who that is.”

katsuki tears the weapon away from you and the sound of a loud bang makes you whimper, eyes tearing up. “oh really, now?” opening your eyes, a tear trickles down your cheek as you looked up at his hand pointing the gun he just shot to the sky. noticing this, katsuki puts it back in it’s place against your neck. “i- i really don’t! i just stalked you... cause- cause i liked you and you’re- you’re hot.” you admitted, fearing for your life.

ignoring the confession, katsuki kneels down and using his unoccupied hand, he uses the flashlight on his phone. his hand hoists your skirt up without warning, attaching the hem to your waistband as he shined the flashlight on your thigh. expecting to see the symbol for deku’s little clan on your thigh, his hand is already on the trigger, ready to pull it and end your life.

but he saw nothing, just your bare, quivering thighs. and maybe your lace panties too, but he looked away before he could stare at it for too look. with a harsh movement, he fixes your skirt and pulls the weapon away from your neck before grabbing your collar and staring right into your eyes.

“listen here, you fucker. you like me don’t you?” a relieved sigh leaves your lips and you nod, staring back into his lust-filled eyes. “i’ve been fucking stressed lately, and you fucking added to that. so let me fuck you into oblivion as a punishment.” the straight forward statement made your pussy wet.

it was the fact that he still asked that made you agree, even after you life was fucking threatened 30 seconds ago. katsuki bakugou may be bad, but he’ll never stoop to that level. plus, it could be a form of sorry for pointing a gun to your neck and almost pulling the trigger. in the back of his head, he made sure he would make you feel like a fucking princess.

it was an ‘in the moment’ kind of thing, the car was heated and condensation pooled at the windows as you and katsuki made out with each other, his thigh making its way in between your legs to rub your clit on the rough material of his jeans. the shirt you wore was cut open by the knife he kept in his pocket and in an instant, he attacks your collarbones and a hand creeps up to cup your boob under your matching lace bra, your nipple being twisted around by his fingers. “you fucking slut. you absolute whore. getting off to someone who almost ended your life? yeah, you want this cock in your slutty fucking pussy, don’t you?”

without you noticing, he had ripped off his leather jacket and shirt. you drooled over his toned torso, admiring his abs and the slight hint of a blonde happy trail leading straight down into his pants. unconsciously, your hand goes to graze your fingers down his bare upper-half, trailing down the blonde hair leading you to where you wanted to touch before you cupped the large tent in his pants “yes, i want it.” you whimpered out, squeezing his bulge slightly, making him grunt.

katsuki massages your inner thigh as his unoccupied hand goes to unzip his fly and rid himself of any remaining clothes. as soon as his underwear is out of the way, his cock slaps right against his lower stomach and you stare in awe, gulping. the size and girth intimidated you, but this is exactly what you wanted. he strokes himself a few times before teasing your sensitive clit with his tip, moaning at the feeling of your lace panties against his slit. your panties are soon yanked off, katsuki leaving them dangling off your ankle as he propped himself between you, hands pinning your wrists above your head and your legs hoisted up on his shoulders.

he angles his cock to tease at your entrance, smirking at you. “come on, beg for it.” the tip goes in and out of you and you whimper out in a frantic state, “please! just- just put it in already, i want it, i want it, i want it- fuck!” your toes curl in both pleasure and pain when katsuki slams inside your without warning. the stretch burned, he was probably the biggest thing you’ve put inside you in a while. his hips still and he looks down, admiring the way your cunt swallowed him up, feeling you clench around him. “good girl.” an unoccupied hand grips your hips as he started to thrust into you slowly before gradually picking up the pace until he was pounding into you.

the car shook back and forth as the racer railed you in the backseat, skin slapping and moans prominent even outside the car. “fuck! t-too deep, bakugou, too-” a pair of lips slam into yours, cutting your sentence off. katsuki ignores your complaints and lets out a dark chuckle. “am i hitting your womb, slut? that’s what you wanted, right? you want me to fuck my babies into you so you’ll be swollen for nine months.”

“ye-”

“no. we can’t have my little fuck toy be too sensitive for sex, right? you’re my fuck toy, my cumslut. mafia boys like me are always stressed and need obedient girls like you with tight fucking cunts to keep sane.” there’s no time to think about the term he used for himself as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mind going blank as you neared your orgasm. cumming all over his cock with a loud moan, your legs quiver as katsuki goes faster and sloppier, chasing his own orgasm. his hips stutter when he cums, painting your insides his shade of white. a few more thrusts and he pulls out of you, panting. he stares straight at your glistening pussy, watching his semen slowly seep out of you.

the sight makes whimper, feeling himself getting hard all over again. “i hope you can take more, princess.” the grip on both your wrists becomes tighter and you let out a loud moan, tears spilling from your eyes down your cheeks as katsuki bottoms out inside you for the second time that night. “’cause i’m not stopping for anything.” he doesn’t wait for anything and starts pounding into you again, abusing that sweet little hole of yours. “bakugou! fuck! too much!” your legs quiver, but his speed doesn’t falter. instead, he goes faster.

lips attach to suck on the supple skin of your neck, “call me katsuki.” he whispers, biting your neck softly. “k-katsuki, gonna cum again.” you cried out, fingernails digging into the hand that kept your hands at place. “then cum, cum all over this cock again. no one, and i repeat, no one is ever gonna make you feel this good. got it?” the question is left unanswered when a loud moan erupts from your throat as you came. katsuki follows a few thrusts after, moaning uncontrollably.

the both of you pant, a heavy layer of sweat covering both your bodies. katsuki pulls out of you, instantly replacing his cock with two of his fingers, making you jump as he scissors them inside you. “katsuki, n-no more... please...” you begged, whining.

“shh...” he calms you down, pulling his fingers out and prodding them at your lips. “suck.” the command instantly has your lips encaging around his fingers covered in both of your love juices. a moan escapes your lips at the taste, pulling away once you’ve lapped all of it up. the car becomes silent, katsuki taking a roll of tissue from the corner of his car, starting to clean you up. large arms gently keep you from jumping up from the overstim. “just a little more, it would be uncomfortable if you had cum dripping all over your thighs.” a choked ‘okay’ leaves your lips as he cleaned up the remnants of his orgasm.

“there,” the window opens and katsuki throws the used tissues outside. “are you hurt anywhere?” he helps you sit yourself up on his lap gently, his red eyes looking all over your body for any bruises he might have left. “i’m fine, thanks.” you panted out, smiling at him. the blonde looks away, gently setting you down and handing you his shirt. “sorry for tearing yours.” he picks up his clothes and the weapons on the ground, starting to dress himself. you did the same, heart jumping in joy at his scent on the shirt.

the both of you climb to the drivers and passenger seat, katsuki still half-naked. the black jacket is thrown to your exposed thighs and you look at him in confusion. “you’ll get cold-” a hand keeps the jacket on your thighs as the car starts. “i can handle it.” he started to drive through the rest of the alleyway. “whatever you say.” you stay put in your seat.

“i’m... part of a mafia group.” katsuki starts. “deku, the guy i assumed you work for, he wants my head. i don’t know why, but i am sure not losing to a broccoli looking headass. and since you couldn’t mind your fucking business, you’re involved now.”

“how so?”

“i need to keep you at arms length. not to protect you or anything! it’s so you can’t go around telling everybody, and i still don’t know if you really work for that bastard or not.” the car rounds into an abandoned street. god, you were gonna get killed, weren’t you? you thought as he stopped at a worn out house, stepping out the car. “come on.”

his footsteps are loud, and you do follow him. he left his weapon inside the car, as if to make you trust him. “we were pretty sure that you worked for deku, but i think you’re too dumb for that. don’t be surprised.” the blonde warns as you both near the door. nothing was heard inside. katsuki opens the door and in an instant, metal clads with metal and 6 guns are pointed straight at you. but with a raise of katsuki’s hand, all the guns are put down. you shook uncontrollably in your spot, maybe the fact that you could barely walk from what you guys did earlier. “she doesn’t work for dek-”

“she’s pretty.” another blonde smiles at you, waving and winking. as you’re about to wave back awkwardly, katsuki pulls you beside him by your waist. “don’t even fucking try, denki.”

“she’s mine.”

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Gentleman in the Streets, Freak in the Sheets (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Kelly gets fed up when you tease him at work all shift (Dominate, kinda rough Kelly smut)

Warnings: Smut (18+), daddy kink, breeding kink¿, swearing

A/N: Anyone else find the gif incredibly sexy? Also, proof skimmed at 4am so don’t judge typos 😅

It was a quiet day in the firehouse. Ambulance 61 only running a few calls and everyone else passing the time by running drills or checking equipment. You had offered to make dinner, wanting to give Ritter and Gallo a break for once. You were far from a candidate, but you weren’t “all in” on the candidate hazing per say. They needed a break every once in a while too. Especially when trying to cook three meals a day for the pickiest men in Chicago. You were trying to decide how to marinate the chicken when your boyfriend walked into the lounge headed straight for the kitchen.

“You cooking tonight?” He asked when he spotted you in front of the stove. Watching you nod, he chuckled.

“You know we have candidates for that.” He teased.

“Yeah yeah I know, I also don’t care.” You retorted, having already had this talk before. “Hey! What are you doing?” You scolded as you watched him open up a cupboard digging through it.

“Getting chips.” He answered, nonchalantly.

“I’m making food!” You reminded him.

“And I will eat it, but I need something to hold me off in the meantime.” He replied, rolling your eyes, you turned back to the task. “Okay spices.” You thought out loud moving towards the cabinet Kelly was still digging through. Registering in your head that there was nobody else around except Mouch who was loudly snoring on the couch. Smirking you took the few steps towards your needed ingredients.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled slipping in front of Kelly where he was trying to reach something from

the back of the top shelf. Pushing yourself up on your tippy toes you attempted to grab spices off the bottom shelf, pushing your butt out to put pressure against his crotch before slowly moving back down on the heels of your feet, smiling effectively to yourself when you felt Kelly immediately tense above you swallowing a low groan, trying again and eliciting the same reaction. “I can’t reach it. Could you hand me that cayenne pepper?” You asked sweetly pointing to it, witnessing a pink tint appear across his cheeks, still pressed tightly against you, clenching his jaw when you wiggled your hips back against his. Tightly gripping the container he handed it to you. “Thank you, lieutenant.” You grinned sliding out from in front of him to make your way towards the counter. It wasn’t but two seconds before Kelly had you trapped up against the counter. Breathing heavy in your ear goosebumps traveling down your body at the warmth of his breath.

“You think you’re so sly. Such a little tease, trying to make daddy rock hard.” Kelly leaned over your back pushing his hips into your spine where you felt an obvious bulge. “You’re just giving me an invitation to bend you right over this counter and use you.” Kelly whispered into your ear as you started to chop up the celery coming centimeters away from chopping off your finger at his words. It had been a few days since you had sex and you knew you both were craving each other. When the sound of footsteps heading for you became clear he sprung away putting a respectable amount of space between the two of you.

“Is anybody making dinner around here?” Herrmann asked, appearing from the apparatus floor, Stella in tow behind him.

“Yeah, working on it.” You assured him watching Kelly retrieve a bag of chips and head towards the bunk room, cool relaxed demeanor drifting back over him. He was always better at hiding things than you, and this was likely a game you were going to lose at, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You and Kelly had dated for awhile before accepting that the pressures of the job was starting to take a toll on your relationship. In order to healthily deal with your issues separately you decided to take a break, knowing that you would likely eventually end up back together, or at least hoping so. It was hard at first especially after finding out he had had a brief fling with Stella, one of your best friends in the house, but you had gotten through it and had been back together for a couple months. Nobody else in the house knew though, except Matt who you frequently ran into every morning in his kitchen.

You had taken plenty of opportunities to tease Kelly throughout the rest of the shift. Sending him dirty texts, accidentally running into him in the shower, innocently flirting with Gallo just to get a rise.

“Oh sorry are you almost done?” You asked sweetly watching Kelly shift his clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“Be my guest.” He moved out of the way for you to move towards the washer starting to throw your clothes into it when you heard him clear his throat. Turning you cocked your head when you saw him holding one of your thongs on his pointer finger. “Oops must’ve dropped that.” You played innocently, taking it from him to drop it into the machine feeling the heat of his body crowd you.

“What has gotten into you today?” He questioned, gripping your hips.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You bit your lip blinking up at him.

“Oh so you really were just interested in Gallo’s new workout regimen?” He smirked, pushing you completely against the washer.

“Kid’s looking swole what can I say?” You giggled.

“You must really want me to take you right here, Kitten.” He shook his head, lips moving centimeters away from yours. You hummed, waiting for him to make contact, but he never did. “Say it. Tell me.” He challenged right hand moving up to your bare stomach, finger pulling at the top of your pants.

“I want you.” You admitted and you could feel him smile against your own lips.

“How bad?” He encouraged, popping the button of your pants open, fingers inching further south.

“So bad.” You assured, moaning when the pad of his finger came in contact with your clit, his mouth muting the sound. You relaxed letting the pleasure seep into your body. Whimpering when one of his fingers pushed into you. Your own fingers were nothing compared to his and it had been too long since you felt them. Bracing yourself against his chest when he added another, thrusting them in and out.

“Fuck, Kel. Someone could walk in.” You reminded him trying to keep a clear head, that was very quickly fading.

“Let them. They can watch and see how wet and desperate I make you while fingering your little pussy. Then they can imagine what I do to you with my cock.” He whispered into your ear, causing your knees to buckle below you.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out when his thumb began to flick against your clit synchronizing with his thrusts, his dirty talk was always out of this world. You felt your legs begin to shake, head falling into your boyfriend’s chest, sharp breaths coming out just as the knot unraveled in your stomach. Kelly’s free hand wrapping around your waist to steady you. He waited for you to gain control of your balance again before removing his hands away from you.

“This is far from over.” Kelly kissed your sweaty forehead before retreating leaving you a disheveled mess. You left him alone for the rest of the night knowing if you went near him you were going to cave and this time you would be sure to be caught.

You had turned a boring shift into an entertaining one and you loved watching him squirm.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t gotten much sleep having run calls almost all night, one after the other, and you were so ready to fall into your big soft bed you had even forgotten about the game you were playing with your boyfriend. Up until you walked into your apartment. Dropping your bag to the floor you kicked off your shoes barely registering Kelly close behind you until he tugged on your wrist, taking you off balance causing you to fall right into him, his hard body insistently igniting a spark within you. His hands gripped your face bringing you in for a heated kiss, one that had you leaning back against the door almost immediately.

“Mmm.” You hummed, starting to feel your body summon a second wind.

“Are you too tired? Cause we can do this later.” Kelly pulled away to ask you sincerely, palm cupping your face.

“You seem to have woken me back up.” You chuckled arms circling around his neck to pull him back down to you, tongue joining his, gripping the bottom of his shirt you broke the kiss to tug it over his head.

“Don’t worry you have me so fucking horny this isn’t gonna take long.” He laughed unbuttoning your jeans as he licked across your jaw.

“I don’t know if Matt’s gonna want to see our clothes all over the floor.” You joked, stepping out of your jeans as he pushed them down.

“I asked him to give me an hour or two.” Kelly shrugged a cocky tone in his voice causing you to roll your eyes.

“It’s his apartment too.” You pointed out, shedding yourself of your shirt and bra, as Kelly tossed his jeans to the side.

“He can come home if he wants to, he just may regret it. Which is exactly what I told him.” Kelly replied, taking two steps towards you to throw you over his shoulder.

“Kelly!” You giggled unexpectedly.

“Shh we’re on a time limit.” He smacked your ass and you could hear the smile in his voice as he walked you towards your bedroom. Dropping you at the edge of the bed quickly covering the length of your body with his capturing your breasts in his hands, mouthing at your right nipple. Before his hands moved to explore all the parts of your body. The small pleasure sending goosebumps down your body. “You’ve been teasing daddy at work all shift. What if Herrmann or Stella would’ve seen you wiggling this perfect little ass against my crotch?” Kneading it into his palms. “Would you have liked that? Showing everyone how worked up you can get me? How hard you make me just by looking at you?” Kelly growled nibbling down your neck.

“Stella maybe.” You mumbled, causing him to chuckle.

“Jealous?” He inquired.

“Possessive.” You responded, squeezing his crotch for emphasis.

“She’s got nothing on you baby girl.” He promised, picking you up enough to lay you down. higher on your bed. “You have me so pent up you know that?” He rolled his hips down on yours thin fabric covering each of you, so you could clearly feel his full bulge, a soft moan escaping your lips at the action. Kelly smirked above you at the sound.

“You want it so bad don't you? You want daddy to fill you up good huh baby girl?” He taunted fingertips running up and down your thighs. You clenched your jaw trying to keep your hips firm against the bed not wanting to give into him so easily. “Awe come on. You know you love when I talk dirty to you. You tell me all the time, and I bet if I just move my hand a little south it’ll do all the talking for you.” He teased finger snapping the waistband of your underwear“Just tell me how bad you want this cock sweetheart. How you are soaking through your panties right now just thinking about it.” He continued hand very steadily moving closer to what you knew was going to be a pool of liquid between your legs. “And I will rock your world.” He promised biting hard at your collarbone just as his fingers met your clothed center, accompanied by a loud moan involuntarily filling the room. “Would you look at that?” He brought his glistening fingers up in front of your face, but you remained quiet chewing on your lips. “Oh so that’s how we’re gonna be today?” He raised an eyebrow before backing away from you, “you can get yourself ready then, or you’re not getting any.” He commanded.

“No, wait I’m sorry come-“ You started to reach for him but he leaned farther away.

“Your choice.” He smiled widely at you.

“Whatever, fine.” You pouted, you could certainly make this as torturous for him as it was for you. Slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Oh hey you weren’t kidding, they are soaked.” You laughed, jokingly before throwing them at Kelly’s face. Spreading your legs wide for him to see fingers grasping your nipples first rolling them between your thumb and forefingers. Hips rolling at the feeling that warmed your body. Bringing your hand up to your mouth you made a show of your lips sucking two of your fingers, tongue circling around them humming a small moan that could still be clearly heard in the room. Hand trailing leisurely down your body. You could hear Kelly’s breath hitching as your hand connected with your center purposely moaning loudly enough to fill the apartment putting pressure against your clit. Finger teasingly sliding across your own entrance before circling it again. You could feel the juices starting to drip down your legs, getting impossibly wetter at Kelly’s dark eyes watching your every move. “Oh god.” You groaned, pushing in a single finger thrusting your finger up towards your stomach. Giving more attention to your clit before adding a second finger. “Yes, fuck yes.” You breathed hips pushing down towards your palm when you curled your fingers towards your g-spot already wishing it was Kelly’s dick.

“That’s it baby, play with your wet little pussy so daddy can watch. Such a pretty cunt.” Kelly praised. You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed shut until you had opened them met with the sight of Kelly’s hand lazily stroking his fully hard shaft.

“Daddy..please.” You begged.

“What do you want sweetheart? Tell me.” He ordered eyes locked with yours.

“You to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk for days.” You whined hips still desperately moving with your hand. Kelly appeared back on top of you in seconds.

“Daddy’s ready to take such a long sexually frustrating day out on your perfect little cunt.” He teased nipping your earlobe as he lightly rubbed the tip of his dick between your folds. Slowly pushing his hips forward, your pussy immediately taking him in. “God baby you’re so fucking tight. How can you be this fucking wet and still so tight?” He growled, breaths coming out heavier as he continued to move forward waiting for you to loosen up for him. Focusing on the smell of him so close to you, the quiet little growls, the warmth of his body right against you had you relaxing quickly the pain of the intrusion subsiding within seconds.

“Move Kelly.” You encouraged him, digging the heels of your feet into the bottom of his back trying to pull him even deeper.

“Ah ah ah,” Kelly grabbed ahold of your hands pinning them above your head, “you’re here for daddy’s pleasure right now kitten.” He reminded you with a slow roll of his hips causing you to whimper. His hips moving in slow deliberate circles before thrusting hard all the way in you.

“Fuck!” You screamed, head falling back into the pillows. Your legs falling wider apart when he started moving in a steady rhythm. Quickly finding your soft spot, knowing your body inside and out. “There.” You informed him in a mumble, starting to lose the ability to think, worse with each thrust. He had your arms pinned above your head, hips pounding against yours as hard as possible. Moans and slapping of skin echoing in the room. It was crazy how quickly he could get you where you needed to be. Knew exactly the angle his cock had to enter and exactly the right speed, but he definitely knew what he was doing. Slowly his thrusts as soon as he knew the knot began to build in your lower stomach. Bringing you to the edge numerous times.

“Kelly, I'm getting close.” You warned, whining even louder when his thrusts came to a stop. “Kelly fuck baby come on stop doing that.” You begged, legs beginning to shake at the continuous edging feeling the knot disappear from the pit stomach again and you wanted to cry.

“As soon as you learned to call me by the correct name you can finish.” He teased. Your brain was too clouded to form a decent sentence let alone control what was actually coming out of your mouth.

“God daddy I’m sorry I can’t help it. I can’t even think straight right now.” Your body was wiggling uncontrollably trying to get the friction moving again, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“You can and you will baby.” He ordered, slowly beginning to move again.

“Daddy please just let me cum. Please. Wanna cum around your cock so bad.” You begged, likely incoherently, but he must’ve felt bad as he moved his thumb down into to contact with your clit flicking against it in time with his thrusts.

“Ahhh holy shit yes! Daddy oh my god!” You yelled limbs locking when the pleasure exploded throughout your body. Shaking slightly, sounds flowing freely from your mouth, hands entwining with Kelly’s single hand above you. Stars were still clouding your vision when you tried to open your eyes, Kelly curling himself even closer against you, his head stuffed into your neck, groans continuously accompanying each of his breaths.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close baby girl. So fucking close. Keep clenching that pussy for daddy. Just like that.” He coached, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“I can feel you twitching babe. I can feel how close you are daddy. You gotta pull out unless you want it in me.” You warned knowing within three strokes he was gonna fill you otherwise trying to push away the multiple voices in your head that admitted you would love nothing more.

“That’s exactly what I want princess, daddy’s gonna flood this tight perfect little pussy with his hot thick cum.” He grunted out and sure enough three strokes later you felt his cock swell, muscles tensing below your hands before spurting numerous amounts of cum against your walls, the warmth lighting your body on fire even more, Kelly collapsed onto your body, during the short fast thrusts he used to work himself through. Loud groans falling from his lips. Sweat covered your bodies sticking between the two of you.

Finally catching his breath a few minutes later he slowly pulled out of you, mind clicking and coming back to reality, eyes widening when he saw the cum running out of you, “Oh my god. Oh fuck baby I’m so sorry. Shit!” He panicked, eyes flicking from the mound between your legs to your face causing you to giggle.

“It’s fine, Kel.” You reassured him reaching for tissues to attempt any clean up.

“I should’ve asked. I let myself get way too carried away. I'm so sorry.” He ran a hand down his face.

“Would you be okay with having a baby with me?” You asked him sincerely.

“Well...yeah of course. I love you.” He nodded his head.

“Then it’s fine. We’re both adults. We know the risks of sex. If we really wanted to avoid it I would suggest more than just the pull out method. Plus if I was really worried I could’ve stopped you.” You shrugged. “Not saying I want to actively try but it certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” You admitted, having kept your feelings on this exact subject at bay for a while.

“You want to have a baby with me?” He asked, shocked.

“Eventually.” You answered and he smiled.

“Could you imagine telling everyone you’re pregnant and we’ve actually been back together for months.” He laughed at the thought.

“Well thanks to your lack of self-control that might be a reality.” You joked, giving him a pointed look.

“On the brightside you’d get to call me daddy more.” He said winking as he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“Nobody would ever believe the things you say to me in bed.” You thought out loud.

“Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets.” He shrugged, winking.

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