𑣲⋆ i s t .

🤍; i only have eyes for liz, and liz only .

[ist1800s]

Meet Ist ~ 💭

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ • Hey hey! I’m Ist. I’m 23 and I’m busy most of the time due to work and uni, so if i promise to write fics, they might take a while. . ~

what I write: smut, fluff, AUs, and more. Just ask.

what I don’t write: weird fetishes/kinks, any cancellable things (rape, pedophilia, necrophilia, incest ,etc).

when can you expect me to upload?: THURS-FRI 5:00 (GMT-4), FRI-SAT 17:00 (GMT+8)

More things about me 👀

𝜗ৎ Fandoms!

• JJBA, BLLK, ALNST, HXH, GENSHIN, TGSWIIWAGAA, JJK, HAIKYUU, TDLOSK, NANA, AOT, MHA, and more! just ask me:)

𝜗ৎ What is my work?

• I’m a VA (virtual assistant) so I mostly work from home! I also used to work at my local mcdonalds hueheue, I only lasted there for about a year since I’m very lazy and can’t handle having to go out of my apartment especially on a school week. I did make a lot of friends while working there though, so working there was definitely less hard with them around. <3

𝜗ৎ What am I studying?

• I’m studying to become a Registered Nurse, so as of now I’m working towards my BSN, wish me luck hshsh, i’m literally exhausted 24/7 but hey it’s alright! (i guess😿). I’m also a consistent academic achiever, please be proud of me, HAH!! I always try my best in my studies.

𝜗ৎ Sexuality ?

• Well, I am a femme lesbian (LOUD AND PROUD EVERYBODY!) I have a girlfriend and she’s very amazing, I love her lots. I actually realized my sexuality so young, I was around 8-9 years old when I realized—I was lucky to grow up in a family where being part of the LGBTQ community wasn’t something to be ashamed of. I have a few gay uncles and cousins, lesbian cousins, and a few trans aunties too. I always saw myself liking women that were muscular (yes i have a type, thank the universe for butches). I came out when I was 11, yes I stayed in the closet for a bit, but that was kind of just because I was too shy to talk to my parents about things like that, it’s kind of awkward. But they were okay with it, and even supported me. My mom is literally the funniest and THEEE worse because she’d see sapphic shows/movies and tell me to watch it, and she asks about how me and my amazing wife are doing a lot hshhs. I just like to laugh it off and answer her anyway.

𝜗ৎ Where am I from? // What is my Ethnicity?

• I am from the Philippines🇵🇭 I grew up in MNL, I don’t have much comments on how living here is but I enjoyed it a lot:) I still live here today and I have two dogs and live in a pretty apartment. My dream place to live in is probably just anywhere with my wife🥺. We’re long distance but she visits. (Okay sorry I’ll stop talking about my girlfriend guys, i love her too much.)

• I’m multiethnic! As unbelievable as it will sound, this is true; I’m White-American, Castilian (Spanish), Korean, Chinese and Filipino. I get my WA, Korean side from my Father, my Chinese side, from my mom, Castilian and Filipino, I get from both. Pretty fun right?

ᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)ᜊ ; helloo! i know this might be a pretty long intro, but i wanted you all to gtk me better! Oh my gosh and also the 26th was the best day ever, like literally every company just decide to reveal shit, ZOMST, The Tsaritsa, and moree😻 I was so excited to go home lololol, anyway thats all . 🫶🏻

[luvseii]

vivian hugo size kink where he needs to be on you, over you, enveloping you during sex. he needs to feel your body squirming beneath his as the pleasure leaves you weak and babbling nonsense. needs your hands grabbing at his biceps as he wraps both arms around your frame, caging you between him and the bed, pounding into you until you’re seeing stars.

©luvseii, 2026 — do not copy, steal, translate, or use any of my works or pngs to train ai. all works and pngs/dividers on this account belong to me.

[ist1800s]

Overstimulation

~ is it intentional, or unintentional? (ft. gagamaru and barou 🤍)

CW: NSFW MDNI, ass smacking, overstimulation .

~ Enjoy, ests ;3

Gin Gagamaru 🐼

~ Ohh, this man can overstimulate you alright, very, but not for the reason you think..it’s literally because he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he literally overstimulates you unintentionally and you love it. He’s a mountain man so the only living things he’s seen have sex are the wild animals he encounters from time to time..

Wolves mating each other? Seen that, Bears mating? Nothing new, he’s put a bunch of bears down before too, no biggie.

But now with you? Oh that’s really new..

~ So now you guys are having a staycation in a Modern cabin somewhere (he obviously chose what you guys were going to do this weekend, and you thought that maybe this would be relaxing.)

Pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, his expression blank, but he was sweating and he would have to close his eyes tight occasionally and groan.

He was thrusting pretty hard and fast, what makes it more interesting? He was big, oh so big, 8-inch girthy monster pounding in and out of you. The man didn’t even know what he was doing.

“Ah!~ Gin!~” You moaned out as he was increasing his pace, because if you were moaning, that means it was good then..right? It meant he needed to keep going right? The louder you moaned, the more he increased his pace.

You both switched your position from doggy to oath position, Gin on his knees, you on your knees as your back leaned onto his sweaty torso, you kept moaning because this was probably the biggest cock you’ve ever taken.

You took his hand and started rubbing the fingers on your clit, “There, here, rub me here..” you panted out the words.

“Huh? Here?” He started to rub your clit fast, you gasped softly and moaned, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Yes! Fuck! Gin, there!” He looked at you and inhaled your scent by burying his face into your neck.

He kept going until he finally pulled probably the seventh? orgasm out of you tonight. Limping on his chest as he pulled out and laid you down, hugging you tight against him, asking you “Did I do good, honey??” He asked cluelessly and you just let out a “Mm..” as a response..(So..a yes?)

Shoei Barou 🦁

~ Yeeaaah..no questions needed, Barou definitely overstimulates you on purpose, putting you in different positions, flat iron..faceoff..cowgirl’s helper..missionary..and you may wonder why—why specifically these positions, well, maybe it’s to shove his whole length in you?..I don’t know~ Just maybe.

He’s girthy, very..8 and a half inches forcing itself in and out of you? Sounds like some dream. He likes having control so no matter what position, he’s always the one giving.

You were doing cowgirl’s helper, again, your ass meeting a slap from his hand from time to time as he thrusted up into you fast, he liked giving it rough alright.

After roughly 10 minutes he shift you guys back to missionary, going slow at first to tease you and then went onto his usual fast, rough pace.

You screamed as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you then to make things “better” he started rubbing his thumb onto your throbbing clit, making you gasp as your legs also shake at the feeling, the room felt so hot now.

Skin slapping on skin was the only sound filling the room, also your loud moans and the infrequent groans coming from Barou, his balls tightening as he finally came inside you, warm cum painting your insides.

He collapsed ontop of you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, the both of you panting. “Are..Are we done?” you spoke. “Yeah, why? You want more?” he teased, “God no! Sho, too much! I can’t..Can’t even feel my legs..”

He chuckled and got you all cleaned up to settle you both into bed. What a night.

[nikanyon]

VIVIAN HUGO BF TEXTS (but you guys are overly freaked out)

cw: slight smut/crack(me), swearing, ooc probably oops.

why he so pathetic😭😭😭

Part 2 here!

Ok guys I actually love this guy wtf hello! Look at him I hate him

CMERE FRENCH BOY JE VOUDRAIS!!!!

© nikanyon , 2026 all works created on this blog belong to me. please do not copy or translate my work without my permission.

[ist1800s]

Hey yo ests, the fic this week might be a little late oops, im doing a lot of work because i need money😎 along with my school stuff , please understand..🥺

[bunnis-monsters]

Imagine trying to have a normal Halloween party but all of your guests are REAL monsters that are horny as FUCK.

You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-

You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.

Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.

A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.

Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.

Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.

Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.

You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.

Hopefully next time you’ll actually realize you’re getting pounded by actual monster cock, though.

[wadigrove]

✦ pet me pretty (fuck me feral) — shidou ryusei

[ nsfw ] — smut (18+) ; shidou ryusei x reader

word count: 3,889 — read on ao3

tags: kitty hybrid!reader who’s in heat, pet play, shameless smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, scent kink, size kink, possessiveness, praise kink, begging, marking, biting, blood kink (light), feral sex, aftercare, licking, breeding kink, explicit language & sexual content, soft!shidou post-nut, not beta read, mdni!

summary:

Spoiled in satin, fed on praise; you were always meant to be worshipped like this.

notes:

this wip has been sitting in my drafts for ages, and i finally finished it 🥹 i want to dedicate this one to my darling tee @seitee ! you were on my mind the entire time, and i genuinely wrote this with the intention of driving you a little crazy. sorry in advance for any mistakes, but i really hope you all enjoy it :D

There’s an ache between your thighs—warm, heavy, and sore in a way that makes your stomach flutter. 

It’s not pain, not really. It’s need. A low, constant throb that pulses in time with your heartbeat, settling deep in your cunt and spreading outward until your legs feel weak from it. Your body runs hot, skin flushed, nerves singing. Your nipples are tight and sensitive, pebbling hard as you arch without thinking against the silk sheets beneath you.

The sheets are expensive. Everything here is. The bed, the room, the clothes draped carelessly over the chair in the corner—designer, imported, chosen with intent. Shidou Ryusei doesn’t do halfway. Never has.

“Only the best for my baby,” he always says, voice all teeth and heat, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

And he spoils you. Relentlessly.

You’ve never had to think too hard since he picked you up and decided you were his. No work. No cleaning. No responsibility beyond existing beautifully for him. You don’t lift a finger unless it’s to curl it into his shirt, claws catching the fabric as you mewl for his attention. He feeds you himself—warm bowls of milk, sweet and rich, bite-sized snacks pressed to your lips when he wants to watch you chew. Sometimes he sits you on his lap just to do it, thumb brushing your chin when a drop spills, laughing low before leaning in to lick you clean.

He always tells you how cute you are. How lucky he is. How sweet you taste.

Your tail curls tight when you finally feel him touch you properly—fingers sliding along the sensitive underside, slow and deliberate. The sensation shoots straight through you.

“Ryu…” you mewl, voice small and breathy as your back arches instinctively, body opening for him without shame. Your cunt is already slick, folds shining, exposed by the way you present yourself so naturally it doesn’t even feel like a choice. It’s instinct. You paw at the sheets, claws dimpling silk, ears twitching as every nerve lights up.

Shidou groans and drops forward, burying his face against your neck. His whole body shudders above you like he’s barely holding himself together.

“Baby… you smell so, so, so good,” he mutters, voice rough, hungry, vibrating against your skin.

You whimper again, softer this time, and turn your head just enough to look back at him. Your nose wrinkles as you sniffle, overwhelmed, one fang sinking into your bottom lip as your cunt leaks from his scent alone. 

(He smells intoxicating—masculine, sharp, sweet-spicy in a way that makes your head feel fuzzy. Like heat and sweat and something dangerous underneath it all.)

His eyes widen when he sees you like this; pink and blown wide, bright as candy. The same shade as the collar snug around your neck. The same molten, sticky-sweet pink he makes you feel inside when he looks at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever found.

That grin spreads slow and feral across his face, sharp and delighted. He leans closer, crowding your space on purpose. “Does my baby need me?” he asks, voice low and teasing, like he already knows the answer and just wants to hear you beg.

You nod eagerly, pushing back against him, hips lifting, tail flicking.

“Yeah?” he coos, tilting his head, eyes glittering. “Needs me to make you feel good?”

You nod again, faster this time, breath stuttering as he finally presses his palm between your thighs—warm, heavy, possessive. He laughs softly, pleased, thumb brushing through your slick with no hurry at all.

God, he loves this part. Loves how responsive you are. How honest your body is with him.

“That’s my girl,” Shidou murmurs, leaning down to nip at your shoulder, teeth just shy of breaking skin. “Always so needy. Always so perfect for me.”

You feel the pads of his fingers brush your swollen, aching clit and the sensation nearly breaks you. A sob punches out of your chest before you can stop it, breath hitching sharp as your whole body bows toward him. Shidou’s teeth sink into your shoulder at the same time—just enough pressure to sting—before his tongue sweeps over the bite, slow and reverent, soothing heat into the mark as he moans against your skin like he can’t help himself.

You curl into him without thinking. The way a cat finds warmth. By instinct. By trust. By the quiet certainty that this is where you belong.

“Ryusei… please—more…” you whine, voice thin and wrecked as you press harder into his hand, chasing the pressure. You want his fingers inside you—warm, thick, filling you up. You ache for it in a way that makes your thighs tremble.

He exhales shakily above you, forehead pressing to yours for half a second like he needs it. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and breathy, rough around the edges. “You know I can’t handle it when you beg for me like that.”

And it’s true. The contrast hits him every time.

In the beginning, you didn’t trust him. You hissed when he got too close. Hid in corners. Swiped at him with claws bared, all sharp edges and fear. You were feral then—all survival, no softness. But now? Now you melt for him. Now you arch and open and whimper his name like it’s prayer and instinct combined. You’re soft for him in ways you never learned before him.

(Ryusei always grins like he’s proud of it. Like he won something precious.)

He twists his wrist slightly, just enough to change the angle, and his thumb begins to rub slow, deliberate circles over your clit. Not rushed. Not sloppy. Intentional. His other fingers press at your leaking entrance, teasing, feeling how wet you are for him before he finally slides inside you. The stretch makes you gasp, back bowing off the mattress as his fingers push deep, thick and invasive in the best way.

He fingerfucks you slowly at first, curling his fingers just right, rubbing against your walls like he’s mapping you from the inside out. Every thrust is deliberate. Every sound you make goes straight through him. The sheets beneath you smell like warmth and mischief and you—your scent soaked deep into silk—and you melt into it without shame, letting out a high, sinful moan that makes his eyes flash.

He keeps it up just long enough for your body to start chasing release—hips stuttering, tail twitching erratically—before he pulls his fingers out with a playful little click of his tongue.

“Oopsie daisy.”

You nearly cry. A broken sound tears out of you, needy and unfiltered, one of your hands reaching back to grab at him like you might actually die without it.

(And then the warmth; like the sun, because Ryu is your sun.)

His tongue replaces his fingers, wet and broad and so fucking good. He eats you like it’s instinct, like it’s hunger, like he’s been waiting all day just for this. The first swipe makes your ears flick sharply, tail puffing as pleasure crashes through you hard enough to make your vision white out for a second.

Your body jolts, nerves screaming as he laps at you—long, eager strokes followed by deep suction that pulls another sob from your throat. It’s loud. Messy. Proud. Slurping and sucking and eating you like he wants everyone to know you’re his.

“Ryu—!” you cry, voice cracking.

He only laughs into you, grip tightening on your hips to hold you open as his tongue works faster, greedier. Ryusei doesn’t do restraint when it comes to you. Never has.

Your back arches higher as his fingers dig into your ass, grip firm and possessive, lifting your hips without asking—like he knows exactly how your body wants to be held. He spreads you open with practiced ease, thumbs pressing into the soft give of your cheeks, leaving you exposed and trembling beneath him. You gasp at the vulnerability of it, at the way your body answers without hesitation.

Then his tongue drags a long, deliberate line—slow, unhurried—up your slick heat before moving higher. The first touch at your asshole makes your breath stutter, a broken sound slipping out of you as he circles the puckered skin with maddening patience. It’s gentle and teasing and impossibly intimate, his tongue warm and curious, like he’s savoring every reaction you give him. Your tail flicks sharply, ears twitching as pleasure sparks bright and overwhelming through your spine.

He doesn’t linger forever. He never lets you get too comfortable.

With a pleased hum, he moves back to your pussy, mouth pressing in eagerly, tongue flattening and working you open again like he can’t help himself. Like he needs this. Like eating you is as essential as breathing. The contrast makes you shudder—your whole body shaking as sensation stacks on sensation until it feels too big to hold.

It feels like heaven. Like the galaxies have cracked open just for you, stars spilling everywhere, light rushing in. Like this is where you were always meant to be—arched and open, offered up to him, body singing beneath his mouth. Every lick feels purposeful, reverent, hungry all at once. Shidou eats your cunt like he needs you to survive, like your pleasure is oxygen, and you melt completely into it.

Your thoughts blur. Shame dissolves. There is only heat and sensation and the sound of him—wet, unrestrained, devouring you with no apology. Your hands claw uselessly at the sheets, silk bunching beneath your fingers as your body gives itself over fully, trusting him to take everything you offer.

You come with a broken sob—sharp and high and helpless—as your body convulses against his mouth. Pleasure crashes through you like a wave, shaking you to your very core. Your pussy clenches hard, leaking against Ryusei’s tongue, your release messy and wet as your thighs tremble and your tail thrashes weakly beneath you. It’s overwhelming. Electric. The kind of climax that leaves your vision spotted, your muscles twitching, your thoughts dissolved into white noise.

Your legs nearly give out, the strength wrung from your limbs—but Ryusei doesn’t let you fall. His grip on your hips is strong, bruising, possessive. Like he dares your body to go limp on him. Like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded in the haze of your orgasm. And maybe he is.

He doesn’t stop right away. No—he keeps licking through it, slower now, dragging his tongue through the slick mess of your release with a deep, satisfied moan. He slurps lazily at your folds like he’s tasting the finest dessert, groaning against your heat as his fingers squeeze tighter, as if savoring you is his favorite part of the day. Only once he’s sure he’s licked you completely clean does he finally pull back.

Then, without a word, he flips you onto your back.

The motion is effortless. Confident. The way only Shidou Ryusei can be—reckless and smooth all at once. You land on the silk sheets with a soft thud, breath catching in your throat, body still humming from the orgasm he just gave you.

Your legs part on instinct. A welcome. An invitation.

And he takes it—scooching forward on his knees, eyes never leaving you. His cock is flushed and hard, the tip already weeping, and he gives it a slow, deliberate stroke as he looks down at you with eyes blown wide and hungry.

His grin is wide. Ferocious. Stupidly pretty. Lips wet, chin shiny with you, dimples cutting into cheeks that look boyish despite the filthy glint in his eye. He looks like a menace. Like the devil himself came down in sweat-slicked abs and smudged eyeliner.

He taps the head of his cock against your clit, and you jolt, body twitching at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive—but you don’t pull away. You can’t. You already want him again. Even after you just came, even with your thighs still shaking—you’re greedy for more.

He grins wider, dragging the thick head through your folds, coating himself in your slick as he hums. “Does my baby want me to fuck her?” he purrs, voice low and mocking but affectionate in its own twisted way.

You nod so fast it’s almost dizzying. “Yes. Yes, please, Ryu. Please—”

His cock catches on your entrance—and then he pushes in.

One long, slow glide, his breath hitching into a moan so raw and sinful it makes your walls flutter around him. “Shit—baby…” he groans, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he bottoms out inside you, his hips pressing flush against yours. “You’re so warm. Fuck. You’ve been aching so much, haven’t you?” He rolls his hips once, slow and deep, grinding in like he wants to make sure you feel every inch. “Good thing I’m here now.”

He laughs a little at the way your back arches, how your body clamps down around him like it needs him, like it’s memorized the shape of him and is begging to be filled again.

He starts slow—long, measured thrusts, deep strokes that make you gasp as he rocks into you. His rhythm is steady, patient, almost cruel in how controlled it is. He watches your face the entire time, cock grinding against your sensitive walls, dragging against that sweet spot that makes your thighs twitch.

Your tail curls beneath you, your toes curling tight, your thighs trembling as the stretch and pressure and rhythm all blend into a growing ache that starts building again. Your lips fall open around moans you can’t even shape into words, your body already teetering on the edge of begging again.

And Ryusei? He just smirks. Sweat sliding down his neck, muscles flexing as he leans forward, kissing your jaw with a chuckle that’s all teeth.

“Better hold on tight, princess,” he murmurs with a grin that's too wide. 

He gets rough—like something primal snaps inside him and takes over. Like the teasing, the slow rhythm, the controlled grind was all just foreplay for what he really wants: to ruin you.

His thrusts go deep and fast, each one slamming into you with enough force to shake the bed. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin fills the room, filthy and unrelenting. Your breath hitches into whimpers, little gasps of broken sound punched out of you with every harsh thrust. Your body trembles beneath him, legs spread wide, tail twitching with every slam of his hips.

You cling to him like instinct—your hands latching onto his back, claws digging in as if you’ll float away otherwise. Shidou moans loud and shameless at the feel of it, head dropping forward to crash his mouth against yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, bruising and wet, desperate. Your fangs catch on his lip and draw blood, and instead of flinching, he laughs into your mouth.

“Fuck yes—” he groans, voice wild with lust, with joy. He lives for this, for the pain, for the fight, for the way you scratch him like you’re trying to crawl inside him. He ruts harder into you, pace brutal, like he’s trying to fuck the shape of himself into your body and make it stay.

You break the kiss with a gasp, your lips slick and sore, and bury your face into his neck to muffle your cries. His hand tangles in your hair, keeping you close as your fangs graze his throat. The scent of sweat and blood and sex is dizzying. Your moan turns to a sharp cry as his cock hits deep, and you clamp down harder, hips lifting to meet every thrust even when it’s too much.

“Just like that—scratch me, baby. Mark me up.”

You do. You can’t not. You drag your claws down his back, down his arms, down his chest with a broken sob, leaving bloody trails in your wake. He shudders above you—groans deep in his chest like he loves the pain—and licks the wounds when he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes glazed and mouth stained with red.

“Fuck me,” he hisses, hips grinding deeper, filthier. Your walls flutter around him, tight and soaked, and the sound he makes is pure filth. Your head spins.

“Ryu—please—! I’m gonna come—” you whimper, voice high-pitched and teary. Your nails curl into his skin again as your body arches, wound so tight you’re shaking.

His eyes lock onto you, flushed pink like cherry blossoms in winter—but now darker. He looks possessed, grin curling into something sinful and wolfish. Like the night sky stretching above you—black, starless, vast.

“Y-Yeah?” he pants, cock thrusting deep as he licks his lips. “Are you now? Gonna come all over my cock? Want me to come too? Fill you up with my cum?”

The words alone make you clench—so hard, so tight it knocks the breath from your chest. The thought of him spilling into you, marking you on the inside, coating your insides warm and full and thick—your eyes roll back and you nearly sob as you nod, desperate and undone.

“Please—want it,” you cry. “Want you to come inside—want it so bad, Ryu—”

He moans like you’ve given him permission to lose it.

“Fuck, baby—gonna paint that pussy from the inside out,” he groans. “Wanna see it leak outta you after. Want you dripping with me. Mine. Mine.”

And he fucks you even harder. Unhinged. Animalistic. Every thrust pushing you closer to the edge, every word wrecking you further. You want him to mark you just as you’ve marked him. You want his cum, his scent, his everything. You want to wear it like a collar and a crown.

You’re about to come again—harder, deeper—your whole body tensing like a bow pulled taut, ready to snap. And he knows. Shidou feels it in the way you tremble around him, in the way your hands tighten on his bloody back, in the way you moan his name like it’s the only word you’ve ever learned.

And then you do.

(It hits like the crack of fireworks in a summer sky—sudden and bright, loud and blinding. Like all your nerves ignite at once, bursting beneath your skin in waves of molten pleasure that roll through your body and leave you trembling.)

You mewl his name like a chant, high and sweet and broken, your voice catching on every syllable. Your thighs shake. Your tail coils tight beneath you. Your ears twitch uncontrollably, overstimulated and sensitive, and your tongue slips out as your jaw goes slack, lolling with the intensity of your release.

You’ve never come like this before—never so hard you forget how to breathe. Never so full of sensation you feel like you’re glowing from the inside out.

And Shidou feels it. Feels your walls tighten like a vice around his cock, pulsing with every wave that crashes through you, and it undoes him.

“F-Fuck—fuck, baby—” he gasps, hips stuttering as your pussy milks him for everything he has. His breath catches sharp, then he moans—loud and guttural and filthy—head tipping back in a wild arc, exposing the long stretch of his throat. His jaw clenches, muscles flexing, and his eyes roll back as he groans deep from his chest.

And then he’s coming—hot and thick, shooting deep inside you, filling you so full that your breath hitches again and you tremble all over. You can feel it, the way his cock throbs inside you with every spurt, how his cum spreads warm and heavy in your belly, like something sacred and claimed.

It makes you shake, overstimulated and owned.

Ryusei doesn’t stop right away. He grinds into you through it, making sure you feel every drop, every twitch of him inside you. His hands cradle your hips like he’s trying to press his seed deeper, like he wants it to stay in you forever.

And he’s still moaning, still whispering curses and praises. “Fuck—fuck—fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes. “Took it all—shit, baby, that was crazy—”

And he laughs, wrecked and breathless, before collapsing forward to cage you in his arms, his body heavy and hot and trembling just like yours. His cock still pulsing inside you, his cum beginning to leak slowly down your thighs.

(You’ve never felt more full. Never felt more his.)

You know what comes afterward. You always do.

Because Shidou may fuck like a feral thing—all hunger and chaos and filthy obsession—but after?

After, he’s soft in the way only he can be. Wild and tender. Dangerous and devoted.

The moment his breathing evens out, he’s already moving—grumbling softly, shifting his weight with a groan as he presses one last kiss to your temple. His cock slips free with a wet, sticky sound that makes your body jolt, and he hums at the sight of his cum slowly leaking from your cunt, thumb brushing it with possessive satisfaction.

“Messy girl,” he mutters, but he says it like he’s proud. Like it’s art.

Then he scoops you up.

Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t need to. You’re pliant in his arms, still shivering faintly, cheek pressed against his chest as he carries you across the room like something precious. You hear the faucet start to run, hear the way the water swirls and rises in the enormous tub, warm steam already curling into the air like a lullaby.

He lowers you into the bath gently—so unlike how he fucks you—and your muscles melt the second the heat touches you. Your body relaxes, floating in perfumed water as his hands follow, pouring warmth over your shoulders, down your back, over your twitching tail.

He washes you.

Not like it’s a task. Not like it’s something he has to do.

He adores it.

His fingers glide over every inch of your skin, careful and methodical, like he’s learning you all over again. He hums sometimes—off-key, sleepy, happy. He teases when you pout at the shampoo, kisses your nose when you scrunch it up, always working slowly, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

And when he dries you? It’s with the fluffiest towels, warmed and waiting. He wraps you in them like a cocoon, kneels down to kiss your knees, your wrists, your collarbone. You sit there, sleepy and boneless, as he pulls out a brand new collar—soft pink leather, shiny tag engraved with your name, a tiny bell that jingles when he fastens it gently around your throat.

He kisses just below it, teeth scraping the skin there like a promise.

Then he dresses you. Something silky and expensive and sheer—something ridiculous you know he’ll tear off later. But for now? He lets you wear it. Runs his hands along the hem, the sleeves, fingers slipping beneath it to trace the curve of your hip. Not to start anything new.

Just because he can.

He fucks you like a beast, but he loves you like a man who never wants to let go.

That's how you sleep: wrapped in silk and scent and sin—marked by teeth, crowned in love.

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felt very horny porny and i hope you did too ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

[gachiaputa]

texts between bf!ryusei shidou and you. ╱ some sexual references, probably ooc (i'm trying to get better at characterization with bllk characters) 𓍯 .

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[zzuzzv]

bunny just loves it when you cry! ( 18+ )

you told him not to come inside this time, tired of having to clean it every time you guys finish, but how could he not? you clenched down on him sooo tightly it was as if you didn’t want him to pull out at all! your greedy cunt refused to let him go, pulsing each time it hit the right spot.

your hands covered half your face as you felt tears drip from the corner of your eyes. he was so drunk on your pussy’s warm walls, he didn’t realise how he moaned with every thrust. “f-fuckk..” he mewled, his eyes on your stomach, watching his dick pierce through your insides, over and over again.

“bunnyy.. i wanna cum—!” you begged, unable to hold it any longer, it was getting harder and harder to keep it in. your fingers moved to grip onto the sheets, any harder and it would’ve ripped right up.

since you were covering earlier, bunny didn’t get to see the leaking water works on your face. but after you moved your hands away, his face twisted into a dark subtle smile, his dick twitching seeing your face pooled with tears. “oh? you wanna come amor?” you whimpered at his words, the feeling of his dick penetrating you was too much to handle.

“pleas— ah!” your voice cracked, letting out a moan mid-sentence. your cruel boyfriend purposely thrusting deep into your cunt and hitting your cervix.

“what was that?” he teased. pressing down on the small bump on your stomach, you wailed at his actions, legs shaking with overstimulation and pleasure. you were unable to form anymore words. going dumb on his stupidly large dick.

he noticed it, obviously. in response, he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, making you jolt up, back arching against the mattress. “hm? what’s wrong baby? can’t talk?” he didn’t even try to hide the grin on his face.

“baby pleasee ahh— i wanna come so bad..!” you cried out, eyes rolling to the back.

“come on amor, isn’t it unfair that you get to come on my dick but i don’t get to come in this pretty pussy?” he whispered into your ears. quickening his pace. he leaned down to kiss your cheeks, slowly licking your tears.

“ahh– i don’t care anymore,” you say without thinking, too drunk on the pleasure to realise it. “fill me upp plea—”

without giving you the chance to finish, bunny’s already fast and rough thrusts doubled in speed and how harsh he was going. you reached your climax first, sighing with relief. on the other hand, bunny didn’t stop, he kept chasing his own release before finally finishing inside you, stuffing you full. making sure that not a single drop leaked out.

“what’s wrong amor? didn’t you beg me to fill you up?”

you tiredly wipe your tears and bunny’s saliva away, gasping for air. “hah.. shut up stupid bunny..”

© zzuzzv 2026.

tglst — @arisu79

[raeraeluv]

Julian x gn!reader relationship headcanons

Tw:slight mention of toxicity

If he did have a kid he wouldn't show their face on social media like ever, not till they're atleast 10 or sum. So if you guys were walking outside he'd probably carry his child and the kid would nuzzle his face in Julian's face to avoid pictures being taken🥹🙈.

I don't really believe he'd call you french endearment words if you guys weren't speaking French at the moment.He just doesn't strike me as the type who throws in random words in a forgein language here and there.

Would probably call you something classic like "baby" or "love" in english and "Bébé" or "chérie" in french,also would most likely have your contact saved as "your name♥ "

Would be somewhat toxic.....as much as I love him we have to be realistic on the fact that his arrogance would be apperant in his relationships even if it's sublte.

He'd keep arguing even when he already knows he was wrong but then would later apologize,and would also believe his opinion is always the better one.

If he was explaining something to you I feel he'd SOMETIMES have a condescending tone esp if it's somthing he thinks is dumb.

His pride wouldn't allow him to let you pay for stuff,but at the beginning of the relationship I think he'd still expect you to at least offer and insist a bit(even tho he had zero intention of letting you pay).

Very competitive so I think he'd rarely(if at all) let you win in stuff,doesn't matter what it is he is NOT gon be easy on you and let you win.

Also guys I can't be the only one who thinks england's ng11 is cute.I MIGHT (probably) will br writting headcanons about him very very soon🥹🙈

[unknownsvoid]

RANDOM TEXTS WITH YOU AND TABIORI!

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✮⋆˙ | asked by: poll results and anonymous! ✮⋆˙ | featuring: yo hiori and tabito karasu! ✮⋆˙ | cw: suggestive/crack content. gn/fem!reader. ✮⋆˙ | a/n: really short but... my love makes up for it?

[wavelengths-mind]

itoshi s. x fem! reader | wc: 2.3k

╰┈➤ watching game film with your boyfriend itoshi sae should’ve been easy. the only problem? you couldn’t stop watching him instead.

୨ৎcw: nsfw, degrading, dirty talk, praising, (pussy got him WHIPPED), p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, choking…only a little guys i swear…

looking back on it, you really had no one to blame but yourself for this predicament.

the situation wasn’t unavoidable. there wasn’t some cruel twist of fate or some elaborate misunderstanding that had landed you here, sitting on his cock like some divine right—your name written all over it.

the match had ended hours ago, and it was well into the night.

the stadium had long since emptied after its conclusion. reporters had packed away their obnoxious cameras, there was no more post-game chatter, and most people had gone home, eager to forget the loss and convince themselves that tomorrow would somehow feel less frustrating.

itoshi sae, surprisingly, hadn’t. you’d found him exactly where you expected to: the film room. he was already halfway through rewatching the first half, a still, artificial projection displayed across the opposite wall.

honestly, you should’ve kept walking; tell him that you’d see him at home, but instead, you stopped in the doorway.

“you know,” you’d said, leaning against the frame with what you thought was harmless confidence, “you don’t have to talk to yourself while reviewing film.”

sae hadn’t looked away from the film projected on the wall, though his posture straightened at the sound of your voice.

“i don’t.”

“...you mutter.”

sae then spares you the tiniest glance before averting his eyes back to where they originally were.

a quiet beat had passed before you smiled. “i’ll watch it with you.”

and that? that was the mistake you made, because watching film with itoshi sae sounded remarkably simple in theory: sit down, pay attention, listen while he picked apart every possession with the chilling accuracy only someone of his caliber could notice—and let’s not forget him asking for your perspective whenever he asked.

it was, objectively speaking, one of the easiest ways to spend an evening. the operative phrase, however, was pay attention. a task that should’ve required minimal effort under normal circumstances. unfortunately, these were far from normal circumstances, because the person sitting right beside you happened to be itoshi sae: your boyfriend, who possessed the deeply inconvenient habit of being distracting without appearing remotely aware of it.

you just couldn’t help yourself. the projector cast shifting lines of pale green and blue across his face, lighting up every aspect of his face, every sharp line that usually made him seem so…untouchable softened under the glow. every few seconds, the changing footage altered the lighting, further contributing to your lack of attention on where it should be, and not him.

so far, he asked you at least two questions about the film, and luckily, you weren’t too far gone—yet. you were able to answer one or two that satisfied him.

you continued to ogle at him; his brows drew together ever so slightly whenever something didn’t unfold the way he intended. his lips pressed into a thin line. concentration suited him very well, in fact.

then, the remote clicked softly in his hand. your attention followed the movement before you could stop it. his fingers were long and steady, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles over the worn buttons—caressing every soft edge. you cross your legs, trying to mitigate the sudden throbbing that overtook your lower half.

you forced your gaze to move higher. huge mistake.

sae’s sleeves were pushed just high enough to reveal his forearms, the muscles shifting almost imperceptibly beneath his skin whenever he adjusted his grip. nothing dramatic, nor anything intentionally impressive, yet his mere existence drove you further into losing your mind to arousal that grew between your legs.

your eyes lingered a second too long, then another as you noticed a faint vein traced over the back of his hand, disappearing beneath the cuff of his sleeve before reappearing as his fingers flexed around the remote.

“what happened there?”

his voice cut cleanly through the haze of your thoughts. you turn your head, blinking dumbly at the screen

“hm?” he presses.

sae then shifted his attention to you with an all-too-knowing look in his cerulean eyes. he continued to look at you, head cocked to the side, waiting to see if you’d lie to him.

your mouth parted, but nothing came out. you stared at the paused projection as though the answer might magically present itself to you if you looked long enough.

and guess what? it didn’t.

“i...” you trailed off, guilt flooding your chest, heavy and profound. “i don’t know.”

“you don’t know,” sae echoed your words. nothing about it was accusatory; if anything, it sounded observational and amused.

you let out a quiet breath, confirming his statement. “no…”

sae’s gaze flickered briefly across your face before returning to your eyes, nodding to himself. “you’re distracted, yeah?” he hummed, “but i know what will make you pay attention.”

you frowned, grateful for anything that shifted the conversation away from your rapidly mounting embarrassment and arousal.

“...you do?”

wordlessly, he sets the remote down. “stand up.”

you give him a puzzled look, but you stand up regardless. sae leans back in his chair with a nonchalant sprawl, gesturing for you to stand in front of him with his head.

“take those off.” he commands, eyes honed in on your bottom half. you shuddered with blatant excitement, the byproduct of it saturating your panties, the wetness clinging to you as you followed his demand.

you hooked your thumbs beneath the waistband and slid them down your legs, pooling at your feet. you stood idly by, waiting for another wish of his to be voiced, but he simply held your eye as he undid the button at his waist with quiet efficiency, easing his pants down—along with his boxers only a fraction, enough for his jutting erection to spring out from their confinement, lying upright against his stomach, angry and flushed.

“come here.”

the words were delivered with such calm certainty that they sounded less and less like a simple instruction. you resist the overwhelming urge to turn around, grab your pants discarded on the floor, and pretend this entire interaction never happened.

instead, you kept walking. closer.

close enough to now notice the faint scent of fresh detergent lingering on his shirt, mixed with the clean, almost cool fragrance that always seemed to follow him after matches.

“sit on it. but i want you facing the screen.”

inside, your thoughts had dissolved into complete chaos. but none of that stopped you from maneuvering your body into his lap, legs on either side of his, pushing your panties to the side and using your hand to help position his cock against your entrance.

sae offered no hand to help you, only leaning back as he watched you seat yourself slowly, relishing the facile descent you took down his shaft. his hands grip the armrests on either side at the breathless sound of you, attempting to hold himself back from repossessing control and fucking you right then and there. but no. he was going to teach you how to pay attention.

and now, that properly explains how you ended up in this situation.

the shape of him nudged every deep-rooted nerve that lit up at the subtlest movement. it was torture. sae reached toward the projector remote resting beside him. instead of taking it back, he slid it into your shaking palm, fingers brushing yours for only an instant.

“you’ll control the film,” he says, restraint thin in his voice as a hand came up to engulf your neck, keeping a light pressure on your throat, ensuring your attention was locked on the film that shone brightly on the wall, ridiculing you. “and if i catch you looking away, i stop.”

the remote suddenly felt heavy in your hand, but you nodded anyway, pressing play. figures moved across the wall, all equally adept at the sport as they ran across the field.

but you couldn't care less when you almost drop the remote, a gasp worming its way out of your lips. sae ground upwards into you, dragging the head of his cock over that spongy surface deep inside you. you endure the pleasure, not allowing your eyes to drift away from the screen, afraid he’d stop.

seconds morph into minutes, and he’s steadily rolling his hips. muffled groans and sighs come from behind you. you could tell he was watching you, an interminable stare that almost brought you to the edge. you then felt his hand snake around the curve of your hip, fingers prodding at your sensitive clit, moving in a painstakingly slow motion, like how he did with that remote.

you almost doubled over, and you just couldn’t help yourself. you risk a tiny glance downward to see his skilled hand drawing circles over your clit, along with the almost impalpable thrust of his hips; a moist ring forming at the base of his cock.

a whistle sounded from the footage, and distinct shouts from the stadium roared as it made your eyes snap back up to where they were supposed to be.

but it was too late; he saw you. of course he fucking did.

sae immediately stopped, his hold around your neck tightened as he pulled your spine against his chest, lips against your ear as the loose strands of his hair ghosted your cheek.

“didn’t i tell you not to look away?” he intoned.

“yes! m’ sorry sae...”

he gives a punctual thrust into your pussy, stretching deeper than before. “now pay attention, slut.”

in one fluid movement, he removes his hold from your throat, snatching up both of your wrists to constrict them against your back with one hand alone, before his other hand returns home to your throat, possessive and immovable.

“you wanna cum? yeah?” he asks you, groaning softly in your ear. his thrust picking up in pace, each pang of pleasure striking you down like agonizing thunder. your hips start to move impatiently, eager to meet his thrust head-on.

“mmph! yes. i wanna cum sae!”

“then be a good slut and pay attention, and maybe i’ll let you cum,” he places a brisk kiss in the juncture of your neck, releasing your wrists. “you wanted to watch with me. you wanna be good for me, yeah? then show me.”

from the outset, this had proven difficult. trying to narrow your focus, taking one steady breath after another, fixing your gaze where it needed to be, willing your mind to be somewhat present despite the hand lingering around your throat, and every attempt to push aside the feeling of his cock grinding into you only made you more aware of it, until the pleasure demanded your undivided attention. it was so damn hard. you moan in both pleasure and frustration. your hands grip the armrests on either side of you, your riding grows more insistent, more pleading, more impatient.

your eyes threaten to flutter closed and just suffer the consequences, but a commentator's voice rose with sudden excitement before dissolving beneath the static murmur of the crowd.

“please sae, please make me cum..." you whine, growing more susceptible to looking away.

sae grunts in response, his grip on you getting tighter. “yeah? you want it? "

you nod furiously, your orgasm threatening to unravel any second—and whilst you ride his cock like the good girl you are, you manage to keep your eyes open and pointed straight at the film.

"film isn't done yet." he jeers, using his hand to prop your head up more, ensuring you won't avert your eyes; slowing down, purposely denying your orgasm.

you exhale sharply through your nose, a quiet sound of frustration leaking out of you before you could stop it.

sae kept watching you, his restraint wearing thin but resolute. "go back to the last play."

you tense at his command, hands far from stable as you fight it; clicking the rewind button to go ten seconds back.

"good." he whispers against you, picking up his pace as he grants you a moment of reprieve. "we're almost done."

you stare at nothing particular, the screen fading into a distant memory. it was unrelenting, having to sit there and endure—patiently wait until the film reached its conclusion.

sae could tell you were waiting for it to end—shit, he was too. it showed in the way your focus thinned at the edges, no longer fully anchored on the screen. your attention still landed on where it was supposed to be, but it didn't...stay. the twitches in your face of poorly contained pleasure, and the string of moans that left your lips.

there was no way he was going to last another fucking second. but the match was nearly over, and he knew by the cadence alone. the tempo on the field began to change, the urgency in the players, and the sporadic voices in the film.

sae exhaled once, quiet and sharp. you notice him move at the very end, too late to fully register it before it happened. the remote was in your hand one minute, and gone the next.

“fuck—fuck it—” sae's hips stutter, a pathetic whimper leaving his lips as his resolve crumbles the longer he’s sheathed inside you. tossing the remote away to god knows where. “cum with me—i’ll let you cum—you did so good f’me baby—"

as if you were a genie waiting for his wish, your orgasm came fast enough to steal the breath from your lungs, instinctive and merciless as you convulsed in his hold after running on borrowed patience for the past 30 minutes, his name leaving your lips in a lewd mantra only he could hear.

sae leans forward, arms repositioning themselves to wrap around your midsection, keeping you firmly seated on his dick while he pumps his cum into you, and not once does he loosen his hold.

through dazed eyes, you glance up to see the film had ended. fingers loosening against the armrest, and even your breathing started to slow, settling into something more natural.

"god..." you murmur underneath your breath, more to yourself than anything.

sae didn't respond immediately, but you could feel him loosening his grip around you, settling down as he pressed another kiss on your shoulder, his cock comfortable and rooted deep, not making a move to push you away or pull out.

“remind me to never watch film with you again.”

“i won’t”

[kurooangel]

❥ aphrodisiacs w bllk boys !

itoshi sae gets so stupid. he pushes everyone aside and leaves towards a terrace, breathing hard and trying to calm himself. he thinks it’s pathetic, that he’s beyond horny moments like this. for god’s sake, he’s not sixteen anymore. but when his sweet girl wraps her arms around him, hands laying on his chest and asking a soft “are you okay, baby?” he has to use his whole self control — which has an habit of leaving every time you’re around — to not snap.

“yeah, just.. ate some chocolate shidou gave me and i’m not feeling very well” he says, raspy voice as he rests his hand on yours. “you’re burning, sae. do you want us to leave?” when he turns around, you can see his lustful gaze and feel his hands suddenly gripping your waist, “i don’t want us to leave, i want us to fuck right now”

you shiver at his growl, and immediately guide him towards the closest bedroom. you apologise to shidou before leaving because a headboard is broken and the bed cracked, too. he shrugs it off and gives you both a knowing smirk when sae has to carry you towards your car.

you’re on itoshi rin’s lap when the chocolate makes effect on him. you suddenly feel something poking your butt as his grip on your hips tightens and pulls you closer. you look up at him and he has stopped chatting with his friends to stare at you. the feeling of his hard breath, his chest raising and falling and his gaze make you doubt, yet you speak softly “rinnie, your phone is poking me”

“it’s not my phone” he growls lowly, moving your hips gently against his, making you hold back your moans. his forehead is covered with a thin layer of sweat, some of his dark strands of hair sticking to it. you excuse both of you before guiding him towards the bathroom and locking the door before sucking him off, your throat milking all the heat off him.

you get out and quickly say your goodbyes to your friends, hoping nobody notices your states under the dim light of the party — until one of your friends hugs you and says “your cheek is sticky, has someone spilled a drink on you or something?”

isagi yoichi is so cute. he gets so flustered and tries to hide how horny he is. he doesn’t even know why! he hasn’t drunk in the whole night, just a diet coke and a bar of chocolate, but he’s suddenly feeling so hot. his clothes feel too tight, his hands ache for your touch and his dick twitches in his pants.

when you notice him quiet and staring to the wall while his friends chat, you approach him. “y-yeah, baby. i’m fine, just need.. need air” you nod and take his hand, guiding him towards the secluded balcony. he gulps, even if he knows how pathetic sounds getting harder over holding hands.

“yoichi, you know you can tell me anything” you whisper softly, cupping his face. everything seems to fade with your touch, the low hum of the music inside and the loud beat of his heart. “i need you, like, now” he blurts out before pressing you against the balcony railing and grinds against your butt.

you think you’ll get a cold, but you don’t mind right now — he has lifted your dress and he’s been fucking you ruthlessly for almost twenty minutes. his cum is leaking down your thighs and soaking his balls as he finishes inside you again. when he’s more relaxed, he kisses your forehead and guides you back with your group of friends with an arm wrapped around your waist and his ecstasy drenching your panties.

barou shoei is way less gentle or subtle about it.

all he knows is that he ate a piece of chocolate and now needs to ruin you. he pushes people out of his way, walking towards you and grabbing your arm. “sho? what’s going on?” you gasp as he drags you towards the closest bedroom. “just say yes” he growls, cornering you against the closed door, you nod eagerly, hands gripping his big biceps.

now he’s sitting on someone’s bed, broad back against the headboard as you straddle him with one leg bent, holding your weight so he can suck your beautiful breast as he jerks off. he fists his fat cock at your moans and at the sight of your boobs. “fucking perfect” he groans against your flesh and bites your skin while his free hand gropes your ass and caresses your back and thighs.

your friends know better than to ask why are you leaving so soon and with your dress backwards.

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[bunnysxprincesa]

⋆.𐙚 ̊BLLK SMAU (NSFW)

|They see your twitter post about wanting to be ate out ft: bunny, sae, hugo and kaiser

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BUNNY:

SAE:

HUGO:

KAISER:

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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Woahhh more nsfw? 😛😛

[bunnysxprincesa]

⋆.𐙚 ̊BLLK SMAU (NSFW)

|You send them a naughty picture just randomly ft: sae, otoya, bunny and kaiser

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SAE:

OTOYA:

BUNNY:

KAISER:

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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Guys thank you so much for the attention my blog has been getting!! I love all of you so much💓

[kakukat-lucky]

How come Kakyoin know how to drive?

[placebo-ambrosia]

muda

[ist1800s]

muda indeed…😻😻