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Tips for Writing Emotional Breakdowns

✧  Crying isn’t pretty. It’s snot, blotchy faces, gasping for air, and red-rimmed eyes. Forget the single tear rolling down like in Hollywood.

✧  Anger often hides hurt. People lash out, slam doors, shout, not always because they’re just mad, but because they’re covering up fear or pain.

✧ Shaking is common. Stress dumps adrenaline into the system. Hands tremble, voices break, knees won’t stay steady.

✧ People go quiet, too. Not all breakdowns are screaming and sobbing. Some are dead silence, staring off, numb responses. Equally devastating.

✧ Exhaustion hits after. The “post-breakdown crash” is real ... headaches, sore eyes, complete emotional hangover. They’ll want to sleep for hours.

✧ Words get messy. Rambling, repeating the same sentence, stuttering, saying things they don’t mean. Emotions trip over themselves on the way out.

✧ Breathing changes. Short, shallow breaths, hiccupping gasps, or holding their breath without realizing. Sometimes it even feels like they’re choking.

✧ Embarrassment creeps in. Once the wave passes, a lot of people feel ashamed, apologizing or avoiding eye contact. Vulnerability often leaves guilt in its wake.

✧ Physical pain shows up. Tight chest, stomach aches, tension headaches. Because emotions don’t just stay in the mind , the body carries them too.

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My Babydaddy

In honor of my glorious blue eyed king coming back I conjured up a lil sum sum

The phrase “that's my baby daddy and ima stick by him” was a common phrase said by the famous rapper s/n. That was the only phrase she could say that would give her some type of strength to stick by her baby daddy as he did some pretty questionable things in the movies he acted in. Between the kissing scenes, the sex scenes, and the press tour flirting that was quickly turned into compilations that made her look like a stupid bitch for staying, Y/n didn’t know how much she could take. The answer was little to none.

There were already songs and diss tracks out to defend your reputation and you had already had talks with Gojo but it ended in him giving her a nod and continuing to do what he was told not to do in the first place.

“Satoru why the fuck is there another compilation with you flirting with this girl on a press tour? What did I fucking tell you?” She yelled into the bathroom, alerting her white haired boyfriend who was brushing his teeth while scrolling on instagram. Probably on other bitches posts too.

“You're always doing shit to embarass me.”

Gojo spit into the sink and wiped his mouth before looking at them through the doorway of their sometimes shared bedroom. He lived with her sometimes and others he would pick up his baby and do god knows what at his own penthouse located deeper in the city. “What are you talking about, Y/n?” He questions, a clear attitude in his voice.

She flips her phone back to him so he could see the true blasphemy for himself. “Look at this shit.” On her phone was sure enough a 10 minute compilation of him being a flirt to LENDAYA on their new press tour.

“What’s the problem?” He feigns innocence.

“You're cheating on me publically. Even cheating on me at all is crazy to me.” She yelled, walking up to him poking his chest with her new nails.

Satoru shrugs and gently removes her hand before scooting by the woman, much to her dismay. “What? Do you think we’re together or something?” He laughed. And with the upmost audacity he proceeded to sit on ‘his side’ of HER bed. “It was just flirting, its not that deep.”

The woman could swear her jaw had fallen on the floor and she wouldn't be able to lift it off after that comment. The friday date nights, constant fucking, petnames, kissing, all the aspects two people would have if they were dating turned out for them not to be dating? He had to be fucking lying.

“Fuck do you mean Satoru?” She cussed back. All he did was laugh again. She would be ten times more angrier if his voice wasn’t so crisp and beautiful.

“We’re just…coparenting. I thought we went over this, sweetcheeks.” It was now his turn to stand and put his finger on her. But he wasn't rough with it. He grabbed her chin in a playful way and smirked at her balled up face. “Why so angry, N/n?”

She thought for a moment. It had been five years of the same routine before and after King was born and it turns out he had been playing with her the entire time? No fucking way. She had to upstand constant name dragging every time they weren’t seen together for a while or whenever he decided to flirt and kiss other women. There was only so much she could take with this man. And it was in this moment where she decided to have a backbone and say something about all the shit shes been put through.

“Get the fuck out, Gojo.”

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You’re mine. (Drabble.)

summary: (I can’t remember who requested this im working through my inbox!) When you and your sugar daddy, Sakuna get into an argument over you and your ‘infidelity’ you just can’t seem to keep your mouth shut. that calls for punishment.

Pairing: young, Sugar daddy!Sakuna, Sugarbaby!Reader.

“All you do is use my money and you think I won’t fuck you?” Sakuna moans, giving rough thrusts into your hips. He had been talking like this for a while. Repeating how useless you were, how he hated gold diggers like you, the whole nine yards over an argument where the both of you (mostly you) just couldn’t seem to find the wrong in your argument. It started off with you saying how you were still fucking other people because he doesn’t own you. From there, a lot of the moment was just smoke that ended or well is ending in him taking *his pussy like he’s never fucked before.

This was currently your second time cumming and not your last. “Kuna’ ‘m so sorry. Stop- please-“ You moaned, trying your best to move away from the man but he grabbed your hips every time and pulled you back to getting split on his cock. “Please-“ ‘Kuna was too dam focused on the rutting of his hips to even pay attention to your useless moaning like a fucking slut.

“You get a fucking allowance, an apartment, a car, a damn mutt, and you still aren’t- ngh- grateful for what I fucking do for you?” He asks, which is more of a moaning shout as he thrusts again and again into your cunt. Other than his curses, you could hear and feel your juices getting blended around in your pussy. “You’re fucking other dudes as if my cock doesn’t satisfy you enough!”

“Maybe you don’t- oh fuck baby more.” You moaned, trying to get more of his thrusts, the overstimulated feeling now changed with pleasure as yet another orgasm was ripping through your core. Until he pulled out…

Dazed, you turned to look at the demon; eyes as big as saucers. “Wh-Why’d you stop?” Sakuna stared at you with an unreadable face. Instead of answering your lust driven question he grabbed you by your hair, forcing you off the bed and to your knees. You wince in pain.

“You think you can just disrespect me in my own fucking home? Then you won’t cum again until you realize that you’re mine for the rest of fucking eternity.” He screamed as he dragged you into your designated ‘play room’ with a rough hand. “I’ll show you and that fucker you fucked who the fuck i am, bitch.”

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Hi! i hope you just enjoyed and if you did you can request more in my asks. I answer all of them and love to have more ideas for what to write. Make sure to eat two meals and drink water!

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Hello everyone, it's been quite a while since we last connected. I'd like to express my sincere gratitude for all the love and support you've shown for my book. When I first started writing it, I never imagined that people would still be reading and enjoying it today, despite its initial flaws. It's truly heartwarming.

Life has a way of getting in the middle of our plans, and I ended up taking a long break from writing. However, I want you all to know that I am now back and fully committed to this project. I understand that in the past, I've made promises to return and failed to follow through. But this time, I genuinely mean it.

My writing has improved more than this and I want to be a director so the best way to improve my craft is to write every day. With that being said, my fanfic roster so bad is this

parent scenarios update

Todoroki or Iida story - Vote here

Bakugo Prnstar update

Hawks story update

Maybe an Aizawa story

Gojo or nanami

Zoro story

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Miguel O'hara fanfic

Comment on which ones you'd like to see and any other ideas! Thank you so much for supporting me- and one more thing.

My friend is looking to be another streamer/youtube gamer girl and has recently started her channel. @Universalappl3pie on youtube. If you like sims roblox or any other games please check out her channel if you can. If a couple of you could stop by, it would mean a lot to see her smile! I'll see you guys soon, bye!!

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Deadbeat dad! Toji

Summary: Norhihg, i did this in fifteen minutes idk what this is! Stay to the end for my A/N <3

Pairing: Toji/Reader , Gojo/reader. Not edited.

So you wanna try to come back now?” Looking at toji and how he looks, you were bewildered to see the man you didn’t think you’d see again standing at your doorstep with flowers that looked like they were mere inches from death. He was still a godamn cheapskate.

“Look baby, i was in a bad space and i wasn’t ready to be a father. I wanna be a father now , for gumi.”

You stood at the doorstep, staring at Toji with a mixture of surprise and hesitation. The sight of him, holding wilted flowers and expressing a sudden desire to be a father for Gumi, left you speechless. You couldn't help but feel a flood of conflicting emotions, memories of past disappointments mingling with a glimmer of hope.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered yourself and calmly replied, "Toji, it's been six years since you walked away. Six years of struggles, of raising Gumi on my own. How can I trust that you're truly ready now? Why would I even give you the option to come back?"

Toji's eyes flickered with a hint of regret as he lowered his gaze. "I know I made mistakes, and I can't change the past. But I've done a lot of soul-searching, reflecting on what I've missed out on. I realize now that being a father is more than just a title; it's about being there for our child, supporting them, and showing them love. I want to make up for lost time, for the moments I wasn't there." He didn’t even sound serious, he sounded drunk. He most likely wasn’t drunk but he sounded like he was on hard drugs.

Your mind raced, torn between the desire to protect Gumi from disappointment and the possibility of a renewed and involved father figure. Questions flooded your thoughts, and you found yourself asking, "Toji, what's different now? Why should I believe that things will be any different this time?"

Toji's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “Baby, give me one more chance. Let me prove to you that i could love you and megumi.”

You glanced at the wilting flowers in Toji's hands, a metaphor for the fragility of your hope. But within that fragility, a glimmer of possibility began to emerge. You knew you needed to consider Gumi's well-being above all else, but perhaps there was room for growth and forgiveness.

"I need time, Toji," you finally replied, the weight of uncertainty evident in your voice. "Gumi deserves a committed and loving father. Show me, over time, that you truly mean what you say. Show me, and maybe, just maybe, we can try to build something new."

Toji nodded, understanding the gravity of your request. "I'll do whatever it takes, for Gumi and for you. I'll prove that I can be the father our child deserves and be the man that could please you.” You give him a nod and shut the door, letting your hands linger as your emotions come washing over you. You were supposed to be over Toji, having moved on after six years but the day you seen him again it seems like all your hard work in your self and raising Megumi just went down the drain.

A pair of arms wrap around your waist. “Who was that at the door?” Your fiancé said from behind. You turned around to get a good look at your white haired fiancé, Gojo holding megumi in his hands. That’s when it came to

you for why exactly you changed and left that man alone. Not only because he was broke but because of the new man who brought change in you.

You felt the familiar wrap of arms around your waist, only to realize it was your fiancé, the cocky and confident Gojo, who was holding you close. His question about the visitor at the door dripped with disdain as he asked, "Who was that at the door?"

You turned around to face Gojo, taking in his signature smug expression and the way he effortlessly held Megumi in his hands. A mix of emotions danced in your eyes as you remembered the past, and you couldn't help but notice how Gojo's distaste for Toji was evident.

"It was Toji," you replied, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

Gojo's eyes narrowed with disdain as he scoffed, "Toji, huh? Figures. The guy was nothing but a broke loser, just like I always said."

You couldn't help but sigh, knowing that Gojo's strong dislike for Toji was deeply ingrained. "It wasn't just about him being broke, Gojo. There were other reasons why I left him or why he left me.”

Gojo smirked confidently, his arrogance shining through. "Well, whatever they were, I'm glad you did. Good riddance to that sorry excuse of a man. With me, you've got someone who knows how to handle things, how to provide, and how to take care of you and our little one."

You couldn't deny the truth in his words. Gojo possessed a certain charm and charisma that had drawn you in, but his cockiness sometimes rubbed you the wrong way. "I appreciate your confidence, Gojo, but let's not forget that it takes more than material wealth to make a good partner and father."

His smirk wavered slightly, but his eyes remained determined. "I know that, babe. But you saw what Toji was like—unreliable, irresponsible. I'm the complete opposite. I'm here, I'm present, and I won't let you or Megumi down."

You couldn't deny that Gojo's presence had brought stability and support to your life, but a part of you couldn't help but feel torn. "I do appreciate everything you've brought into our lives, Gojo, but let's try not to let our personal feelings cloud our judgment. It's important for Megumi to have a healthy relationship with both of his parents, even if Toji wasn't the best at first. I just don’t know if we could trust him. "

Gojo's expression dropped slightly, a hint of understanding flickering in his eyes. "Alright, I'll try to keep my personal feelings in check. But don't forget, I'll always be the better man for you and Megumi."

You chuckled softly, a mix of exasperation and affection. "Shut up, idiot.” Gojo flashed a cocky grin, his confidence never wavering.

Idk what this is tbh i wrote this while i was on the toilet because i’ve been gone pretty long and i know i needed to upload something. I’m still alive yall! Just a bunch of life issues in the way. This will start my regular posting though! (i hope.) Lwave me some ideas in my inbox if you want to tell me what you want to see, love you guys!

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Day 4

Kinktober 2023 - The album

》 Song 4 - Infidelity

》 Ft - Peter B Parker, Miguel O’hara, Slight Voyerisim Maybe

In the mirror, you could see how intently Peter’s eyes watched you. He had been watching for the past hour as you sat at the vanity and put on your makeup. His usual kind eyes were replaced with ones of jealousy as if he knew more than what you told him you were doing. “Peter, why do you keep staring at me?” You ask while putting on your lipgloss and staring at him directly in the mirror. The man makes no attempt to speak, he only gets out of bed and comes behind you, taking in the smell of the perfume he had bought you recently and you had only used when you wanted to have sex with him.

“You did all this just to watch a movie with your friends, Y/N?” Peter questioned. This was definitely a change in his tone, and instead of using a pet name per usual, he said Y/n. Peter was not an angry man, it made you wonder what had him so upset.

“Plans changed, we are going to dinner.”

“So I can expect you home at a reasonable time, right? Since it’s just dinner?” He asked as if he was expecting something more. “You have been coming late when I want to sit and relax with you..”


A sad look drenched your face until you remembered what exactly you were going to do tonight, and who exactly you were going to see. You’d miss him, yeah and you had no reason to cheat on him but Miguel looked so fucking tasty when he came over at the bar asking you out. It just couldn’t be helped. “Peter, we can relax tomorrow or Sunday. Stop overthinking.” You told him, walking out of your room and into the Living room/ kitchen part of your apartment to collect your scattered things. Peter B followed suit, watching with the same anger on his face and the same hostility in his walk. Very unusual for him…

He let out a long sigh while crossing his extremely muscular arms watching you finish and definitely not ignoring the tightness of the dress you wore. Something you should be wearing for him, not someone else. “This time, don’t come back home smelling like another man’s cologne please.” He mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear and make you stop in your tracks. His voice was laced with Jealousy, an undescribable venom that spiked fear through your bones. Slowly you turn around and look at the man in horror. Although he knows that his wife is cheating on him, he doesn’t show a broken or sad look, almost like he doesn’t even care about it in an emotional way. You were going to speak, after two minutes of silence when there was a knock on the door. “Do me a favor, and answer the door for me.”

With fear, you took slow strides to the door and had your hand linger on the knob for a bit. In what way could what happened turn out good? When you opened the door, it was almost like your already beating heart had stopped while looking at the door. There stood Miguel, in all his glory wearing a suit that had conveniently matched the dress you wore since you two were going to be going to a fancy restaurant together before spending time at his house, or his car, or in the bathroom, or wherever you felt he looked the yummiest. In your state of shock, you didn’t even notice that Peter had come up behind you and put his lips a mere inches from your ear. “Who’s at the door, honey?” He asked, with a tone that said he definitely knew who was at the door. Why else would Miguel be coming inside your house and taking his suit jacket off at the door, leaving you to stare at the way his muscles flexed in his already tight jacket?

“I love you, Y/n. How could you ever do this to me?” His tone was sadder now, and much louder which let Miguel know what he was talking about. All you were going off was the man’s tone, anyway so it was good he was at least being the slightest bit communicative with you, something you should have been two months ago. “We were married for four years only for you to throw it all away in two months with him?” Peter was a crier, he had no problem letting you see him upset because he was a human, what could he do? But nobody said he was an actor. You turned around to his sad, crying voice just to see him with a sadistic smile on his face before being taken in an embrace by Miguel. The man, Miguel took you from him, as he did once before, and whisked you to the couch where you sat with the same surprised expression stuck on your face. Peter joined you on the couch taking your hand in his and holding it tight. He didn’t want to let his wife go.

“So I invited your little friend over, Show me what he does to you that makes him so much better than me.” He said. Then Peter pulled your leg apart with one strong grasp. Your other leg almost followed the leg he pulled but Miguel grabbed it and pulled it to the other side before kissing you deeply. This was…hot? One look at Peter as Miguel pushed away and you could see that he found this hot too. Maybe the two of you did need to talk more… However, that wasn’t the concern as Miguel had taken the time to dip in between your legs and eat your pussy while you were distracted. You did take into account in the midst of pleasure and your distractedness how unusually quiet Miguel was. It was a concern, because your main concern was how good his tongue felt wrapped around your clit, eating it as if it was his last meal on earth. The pleasure intensified when Peter took the liberty of kissing your neck, sucking and biting to claim you as if he wasn’t already sharing you with another man.

“Peter…” You said breathlessly, already so close to your orgasm. When you finally unraveled, peter was right there hugging your shaking body as you orgasm just from miguel dipping his tongue and fingers inside your hole. Miguel came up with a few of his hairs sticking to his face because of you squirted and spoke. “Look how breathtaking you look, mi amor. You should’ve told me about your husband sooner.” His voice almost took you in but a quick look to peter made you realize exactly the situation.

With a shaky voice you found the confidence to speak up in front of the to men. “What exactly is happening…” You looked at peter who looked to Miguel who looked at you until peter took your jaw and forced you to look at him. “Peter?”

All of a sudden, your legs were taken from miguel and you were on your back with your legs up and Peter in between them for a change. “Today you need to choose, Y/n. Me or Miguel.” Peter gave an ultimatum. With wide eyes, you were prepared to speak until Peter dipped down between your legs, lapping up the stuff miguel left. Speaking of Miguel, he busied himself with kissing your neck, going over the marks peter left before joining your lips again where you could taste both of the men.

In your pussy, Peter had dipped two fingers and had been pumping it at a slow pace, choosing to get it deeper than worry about the speed. Until Miguel started to Grab your tits and fondle them while kissing you which made him had a third and pick up the speed. The pleasure was so immense that you pulled away from miguel’s lips to stare and moan at the man who knew you inside and out. The man who knew better than Miguel where all of your soft spots are. The man who knew how to make you cum, which is what you did again on his face letting your

orgasm shake through you.

By this time, You were watching as the men conversed above you. You couldn’t hear what they were saying so it gave you time to overlook the situation. Miguel and Peter, in the same area in the same damn place asking you to choose between the two. What is this for real, how long has peter known, what would happen from now on? The thoughts polling in your head were interrupted by Peter turning to you as Miguel lifted you with ease and took you to the bedroom. Although it was weird how he knew where exactly it was. (i’ll finish this later)

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Kinktober, Day 6

song 6- Vibrator + Public

Ft: Public/ métro, Remote vibrator, Oikawa

As dirty as public transit was, it was enjoyable to take with friends. Maybe not as fun to take with your boyfriend because Oikawa was up to extremely mischievous things while you were on the metro. The two of you stood on the crowded train near the back of the cart. He stood over you with the biggest smirk playing on his lips but you didn’t understand what he was smiling about until he held a pink remote to your face.  

You quickly pushed his hands down, trying to ensure nobody saw your embarrassing container. “Oikawa! We can’t do that here people will hear!” You whisper shout. 

He just smiled and sneakily pressed a button starting your vibrator up. As the immense pleasure washed over you, you felt your legs slightly tremble as Oikawa held your arm to stabilize you. “Nobody will hear if you don’t make noise. We have what, 7 more stops to ride? That gives us just enough time.” His voice and his face were extremely convincing because now he had upped the vibrator speed to two and it was already doing a rager on your sensitive clit. Your legs have yet to fail you due to the pleasure like the other times the two of you had done it. He usually had to hold you up or you had to grab the ledge to something while making a horrible attempt at keeping your composure. Six more stops to go before you could finally let go of the moan you’ve been holding. 

“You look so pale, are you ok?” Oikawa asked with fake remorse, he knew exactly why you looked so faint but the man loved to tease when he was giving pleasure. He had gotten a thrill from it. The thrill turned him on so much that he turned the speed up one more. It hit you like a lightning bolt, you allowed a moan to escape you as you slightly toppled down to the floor. Your clit was practically getting beat up by this machine in front of everyone as Oikawa smiled! Two or three people looked to the back of the train, as much as they could during rush hour to see if you were okay but Oikawa already knew the drill and lifted you back up so you could have your back pressed against him as the vibrator continued its assault. “Look at you, making so much noise you’re gonna get us caught~” He moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your body. 

As the machine sucked on your clit you leaned your head on his shoulder and let out a soft, airy moan into his ear. “I can’t take it, I don’t think-“ A  gasp escaping your lips interrupted you.  “I don’t think I can hold it. 

Oikawa let the train doors close again before he spoke. “Four more stops, okay baby?” His voice was laced with concern yet his intentions were evil. Even though the train moving through the tunnel was loud, his hand turning up the vibrator once again was louder. “Keep quiet baby.” With a hand over your mouth, you shook against him, letting the vibrator eat at you. How were you even supposed to go see your friends after this when you’d be flustered the whole way there and only think about getting Oikawa home to hop on his cock?

Another stop you passed, your orgasm neared. Making you grind the toy more into your sensitive bits which Oikawa noticed. And being the asshole he was, he waited until your body started to shake telling him that your orgasm was near before turning it off completely. It had felt like your heart had stopped as the vibrator was sitting on you still but you still didn’t make a mess of yourself. Looking to Oikawa, you gave him a confused look but all he did was shine you a bright smile with his perfect teeth. “You didn’t. think I’d let you cum on the train, did you?”

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Day 4

Kinktober 2023 - The album

》 Song 4 - Infidelity

》 Ft - Peter B Parker, Miguel O’hara, Slight Voyerisim Maybe

In the mirror, you could see how intently Peter’s eyes watched you. He had been watching for the past hour as you sat at the vanity and put on your makeup. His usual kind eyes were replaced with ones of jealousy as if he knew more than what you told him you were doing. “Peter, why do you keep staring at me?” You ask while putting on your lipgloss and staring at him directly in the mirror. The man makes no attempt to speak, he only gets out of bed and comes behind you, taking in the smell of the perfume he had bought you recently and you had only used when you wanted to have sex with him.

“You did all this just to watch a movie with your friends, Y/N?” Peter questioned. This was definitely a change in his tone, and instead of using a pet name per usual, he said Y/n. Peter was not an angry man, it made you wonder what had him so upset.

“Plans changed, we are going to dinner.”

“So I can expect you home at a reasonable time, right? Since it’s just dinner?” He asked as if he was expecting something more. “You have been coming late when I want to sit and relax with you..”


A sad look drenched your face until you remembered what exactly you were going to do tonight, and who exactly you were going to see. You’d miss him, yeah and you had no reason to cheat on him but Miguel looked so fucking tasty when he came over at the bar asking you out. It just couldn’t be helped. “Peter, we can relax tomorrow or Sunday. Stop overthinking.” You told him, walking out of your room and into the Living room/ kitchen part of your apartment to collect your scattered things. Peter B followed suit, watching with the same anger on his face and the same hostility in his walk. Very unusual for him…

He let out a long sigh while crossing his extremely muscular arms watching you finish and definitely not ignoring the tightness of the dress you wore. Something you should be wearing for him, not someone else. “This time, don’t come back home smelling like another man’s cologne please.” He mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear and make you stop in your tracks. His voice was laced with Jealousy, an undescribable venom that spiked fear through your bones. Slowly you turn around and look at the man in horror. Although he knows that his wife is cheating on him, he doesn’t show a broken or sad look, almost like he doesn’t even care about it in an emotional way. You were going to speak, after two minutes of silence when there was a knock on the door. “Do me a favor, and answer the door for me.”

With fear, you took slow strides to the door and had your hand linger on the knob for a bit. In what way could what happened turn out good? When you opened the door, it was almost like your already beating heart had stopped while looking at the door. There stood Miguel, in all his glory wearing a suit that had conveniently matched the dress you wore since you two were going to be going to a fancy restaurant together before spending time at his house, or his car, or in the bathroom, or wherever you felt he looked the yummiest. In your state of shock, you didn’t even notice that Peter had come up behind you and put his lips a mere inches from your ear. “Who’s at the door, honey?” He asked, with a tone that said he definitely knew who was at the door. Why else would Miguel be coming inside your house and taking his suit jacket off at the door, leaving you to stare at the way his muscles flexed in his already tight jacket?

“I love you, Y/n. How could you ever do this to me?” His tone was sadder now, and much louder which let Miguel know what he was talking about. All you were going off was the man’s tone, anyway so it was good he was at least being the slightest bit communicative with you, something you should have been two months ago. “We were married for four years only for you to throw it all away in two months with him?” Peter was a crier, he had no problem letting you see him upset because he was a human, what could he do? But nobody said he was an actor. You turned around to his sad, crying voice just to see him with a sadistic smile on his face before being taken in an embrace by Miguel. The man, Miguel took you from him, as he did once before, and whisked you to the couch where you sat with the same surprised expression stuck on your face. Peter joined you on the couch taking your hand in his and holding it tight. He didn’t want to let his wife go.

“So I invited your little friend over, Show me what he does to you that makes him so much better than me.” He said. Then Peter pulled your leg apart with one strong grasp. Your other leg almost followed the leg he pulled but Miguel grabbed it and pulled it to the other side before kissing you deeply. This was…hot? One look at Peter as Miguel pushed away and you could see that he found this hot too. Maybe the two of you did need to talk more… However, that wasn’t the concern as Miguel had taken the time to dip in between your legs and eat your pussy while you were distracted. You did take into account in the midst of pleasure and your distractedness how unusually quiet Miguel was. It was a concern, because your main concern was how good his tongue felt wrapped around your clit, eating it as if it was his last meal on earth. The pleasure intensified when Peter took the liberty of kissing your neck, sucking and biting to claim you as if he wasn’t already sharing you with another man.

“Peter…” You said breathlessly, already so close to your orgasm. When you finally unraveled, peter was right there hugging your shaking body as you orgasm just from miguel dipping his tongue and fingers inside your hole. Miguel came up with a few of his hairs sticking to his face because of you squirted and spoke. “Look how breathtaking you look, mi amor. You should’ve told me about your husband sooner.” His voice almost took you in but a quick look to peter made you realize exactly the situation.

With a shaky voice you found the confidence to speak up in front of the to men. “What exactly is happening…” You looked at peter who looked to Miguel who looked at you until peter took your jaw and forced you to look at him. “Peter?”

All of a sudden, your legs were taken from miguel and you were on your back with your legs up and Peter in between them for a change. “Today you need to choose, Y/n. Me or Miguel.” Peter gave an ultimatum. With wide eyes, you were prepared to speak until Peter dipped down between your legs, lapping up the stuff miguel left. Speaking of Miguel, he busied himself with kissing your neck, going over the marks peter left before joining your lips again where you could taste both of the men.

In your pussy, Peter had dipped two fingers and had been pumping it at a slow pace, choosing to get it deeper than worry about the speed. Until Miguel started to Grab your tits and fondle them while kissing you which made him had a third and pick up the speed. The pleasure was so immense that you pulled away from miguel’s lips to stare and moan at the man who knew you inside and out. The man who knew better than Miguel where all of your soft spots are. The man who knew how to make you cum, which is what you did again on his face letting your

orgasm shake through you.

By this time, You were watching as the men conversed above you. You couldn’t hear what they were saying so it gave you time to overlook the situation. Miguel and Peter, in the same area in the same damn place asking you to choose between the two. What is this for real, how long has peter known, what would happen from now on? The thoughts polling in your head were interrupted by Peter turning to you as Miguel lifted you with ease and took you to the bedroom. Although it was weird how he knew where exactly it was. (i’ll finish this later)

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Omg I’m so excited for the smut part for the Geto size kink fic!! 🩷 I’m already so hooked with the way you’ve written it so far! 🥰

I’m glad you are hooked! I forgot about finishing it but you can look forward to it soon! Things have been so busy i’m trying to get back on track

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Kinktober 2023 - the album

⌂ sᴏɴɢ three - begging

⌂ ғᴛ- Armin Alert

A/n: It’s homecoming week and i have been so fucking busy i forgot to upload the three ones i had planned so ima try to get them all out today! m sorry!

It had been a long day for armin. At work, his boss wouldn’t stop pestering him for paperwork that he already sent which caused the man more work than usual. All he wanted to do when he got home was relax but how could he do that when you looked so damn fuckable on the bed with your legs crossed and paying no mind while reading your new book.

Stealthily, he climbed on the bed and right up to your feet when you finally looked up into his pleading eyes. A giggle escaped you as you slowly opened your legs, allowing him entrance to the one place he loved to relax at. In between your legs. With haste, the blonde moved to pull your underwear down your legs and slide his fingers through your wet folds when you stopped him abruptly. He let out a noise that could be seen as a whine but he wouldn’t admit it so easily. “Hm?” Armin Gave a confused look to you, denying him the one thing he wanted to do.

“Beg. Beg for me armin.” You said, in a new dominant tone that he rarely heard when he was going to have sex. He wasn’t a really dominant person but hearing that from you got his dick harder than it already was which made his work pants look quite uncomfortable. “If you want to eat me out, beg.” A matter of fact tone coated your voice as you spoke with your hand finding its way to his chin where you held him in a tight grasp. There you could feel how strong his face was, even though it made him look like a cutie pie still.

Armin thought for a second, he could take this situation in many ways. However, he decided to do the most logical thing and move closer to where he was sitting Seiza style on the bed.

”Please Y/n. Let me have you, I need a taste of you.” Admin begged, together like a child begging for a toy from their mother. “I had a long day I just want you (Kinkname)”.

You smirked for a couple seconds before giving him a slow nod and opening your legs to let the blonde man finally have his way with you to calm him down after work. It calmed you down too 😉

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kinktober 2023 - the album

௹ sᴏɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ - ᴅᴜᴍʙɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ AND sex pollen

௹ ғᴛ- ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ, sᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ, degregation

i was gonna do soilja boy but do people like the boys still?

"You are nothing more than a dumb whore, I swear." Jason pushed out a struggled moan as he thrusts deep down your throat. Even though I did sit there, hands tied behind my back and taking Jasons cock on the floor you I wondered with my brain three seconds away from becoming useless, where this had come from.

Sex pollen was what his new attitude had come from. After a run with Ivy's sex pollen, Bruce had mistakenly allowed Jason to come home to you because he was showing no signs of symptoms and he urged the man to let him go home. Though a late bloomer, the pollen was still there and took Jason by storm which led to the current events.

The brunette man let out a long moan as he shook with his pending orgasm on the rise. "Fuck your mouth is amazing." He sped up his assault on your throat while holding my head tighter as if I was going to go anywhere, to begin with. His dick twitched as he came down my throat with loud moans. His grip on my head loosened as he shut his eyes in pure bliss, allowing himself to feel the bliss of his orgasm that probably felt 10x better because of the sex pollen he was currently on.

When the last spurts of cum finally sprayed all over my mouth he let me go and stumbled to the other side of the room. Shakily lifting myself up, I look at the man as he hunched over our shared apartment bed, making all types of noises. For a second, I thought about the best way to approach him before creaping up behind him.

"Jay? Are you alright?" You spoke with a waivered tone to your voice. It wasnt fear, no, it was worry because Jason sounded like he was truly in pain. And when he turned to face you, cheeks red and dick hard, he looked as if he was in pain. How could he be like that after he just came down your throat? His cock hard as if he didnt cum at all? "Jay? What the hell?!"

I'd be muttering those same words when Jay grabbed mefrom where I was , steps behind him and slammed my body on the bed pretty damn harshly. "I'm sorry- I have to be inside of you, Y/n." He said, pretty damn warn out and in a rather scared tone as if he didnt know what was coming. That did set red flags in my head but the way he was whimpering and treated me made the red mix into green really quick. Slowly moving my hands up his chest in an attempt to be sexy, I nodded at him.

Jason had all the confirmation he needed even though he didn't really need confirmation in the beginning. He just came home and placed me on my knees before ramming into my mouth at the start of the night anyway. However, once he got the confirmation he decided to use me as he pleased, starting with flipping me over on my hands and knees and allowing me to put all my weight down on his face to eat me out. I was lucky that his hands had somehow found their way in an unbreakable grip on my hips or I might have tried to lift myself up from the pleasure I was receiving. It made me think, when was the last time Jason had sat to properly eat me out? To damn long, obviously, as I was shaking and convulsing from the movements he had made with his tongue. He moved and twisted his tongue like my pussy was the last meal he'd ever have, I moaned loudly. My hands rushed to find somewhere that I could hold me as my orgasm snuck up on me and crashed. Jasons assault got worse as my orgasm subsided, his grip getting tighter and his tounge going faster, leaving me extremely overstimulated.

Jason didn't stop until he felt my hands banging on his head, using every attempt to move that I could. By the time he was finished, my mind was starting to feel pretty cloudy again. "Jay- I need a break." I attempted to mutter out but I'm sure it came out as a moan and a whine mixed in with some broken English.

However, even If it didn't come out in broken English and moans, there was no way that Jason was stopping now. In a flash, he flipped me over to lie on my back. I could see him, slowly moving his hands up my body until he got to my pussy which was dripping from his tongue and my arousal. It only got wetter as he started to position his cock to line up with my entrance. He roughly pushed in and started his thrusts at a brutal pace, not giving my pussy any time to adjust to his size. Not that I needed it anyway, my mind went hazy before either of us could finish. All I could hear was Jaon let out curses of " You dumb baby bitch." And "I'm just going to turn you fucking stupid before I completely went (temporarily) brain-useless. I did feel the many orgasms gave me throughout the night before he even finished himself. And even when he did, he wasnt completely out of commisison yet, he took a minute (if that) before moving me in whatever positions he wanted and changing my guts.

In the morning, I awoke to an aching pain in my ass and a weak feeling in my legs. It felt like I was hit by a bus but I wasn't. I was hit by the after-effects of the sex-pollinated man who lay next to me, finally asleep.

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