where you find out if Sylus really has horns, and why he avoids letting you touch them
genre/warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink (i mean bro is PACKING), breeding kink, sylus’s horns are ✨sensitive✨, dirty talk, sexual tension, missionary, a fuck ton of horn play, horny horns, cumming untouched, orgams galore!, so much cum♡
w/c: 2.9K
a/n: gotta thank the loml @bro-atz for helping me with this a little ehehehe >:) I hope this destroyed yall as much as this destroyed me to write it!!🥹
They say he takes the form of some dragon-like creature—with large black horns and wings.
The first time you witnessed it with your own two eyes was when he choked out a serpent wanderer ten times his size before it got to you. You were semi-conscious at that point of time, the fatigue threatening to take over, but you had caught a glimpse of his silhouette—two thick appendages that curled proudly past his dirty silver hair, and large wings that hung off his back—before you blacked out.
“Staring at me isn’t going to get any of your curiosities satisfied”, Sylus snaps you out of your thoughts. Your gaze flickers to his face, but Sylus has his eyes on his phone.
Then his gaze shifts to you.
“What are you thinking about, sweetie?”
Of course, you couldn’t just tell him outright that you wanted to see him magically grow his horns out of his head. You doubt even Luke and Kieran have seen it themselves.
“Your horns.”
Sylus lowers his phone onto his lap, then he cocks an eyebrow, which turns to a furrow in seconds.
“What gave you the idea that I grew horns?” He asks, his tone laced with mock and caution. His attention is fully on you now.
Yeah, maybe that was not a good question to ask. Then again, being around someone as direct as Sylus had made you pick up his mannerisms quite a fair bit.
“Nothing really”, you brush off, attempting to derail the conversation before something goes wrong. “I’m just curious.”
“Talk”, Sylus demands, albeit in a soft tone. “I’m listening.”
His crimson eyes burn a hole into your head, and you now only realise the way he has you cornered on his couch, his large frame looming over yours.
You sigh, realising he’s not about to let it go anytime soon.
“A few weeks ago, during one of the battles we had, where I almost died-“
“Get to the point, sweetie”, Sylus cuts, seeing through your guise.
You pout. “Right. Before I blacked out, I saw you appear right in front of me, with horns.”
Sylus raises his eyebrows, seemingly in amusement. “You sure you weren’t hallucinating?”
He earns a smack on his chest. You’re ready to let him disprove you further or whatever, but your body jolts when you feel Sylus snake his arms around your waist before he carries you effortlessly off the corner of the couch and onto his lap.
You watch his eyes grow soft when he locks his gaze with yours. His expression is unreadable.
Your eyes widen in amazement when the thick pair of horns curl past his locks, the black a stark contrast with his white hair. He looks like he’s wearing bows in a funny, demonic type of way. Not that he has to know that.
You continue to stare at his horns, visually taking in the rough yet smooth texture and patterns that run downwards as the horns grow thicker towards the base.
“What are you really?” You wonder aloud, your fingers reaching out to feel the interesting texture of his horns, only for him to pull away quickly.
“It’s not the right time for you to know”, he replies curtly. You notice the glint of concern in his eyes, shrouded under the indifferent expression he wears.
So you decide to leave it for now, at least.
Nonetheless, it doesn’t stop you from annoying the ever-loving shit out of Sylus about his horns once you found out about it.
He would stare at you with his eyebrows furrowed, muttering that he should have never told you about his horns, only for you to bat your eyelashes at him, much to his annoyance.
“At least let me touch them if you’re not gonna tell me more about them”, you would whine. With a frown, he would push your forehead with a finger, giving you his standard answer.
"No."
“Then could you at least tell me why you won’t let me touch your horns?”
He would rest his thumb and index finger on his chin, feigning a thinking stance before his expression drops deadpan and then the curt answer leaves his lips.
“No.”
You’re putting this right next to when you were fighting for your life to get that fucking brooch months ago.
While the thought continues to eat into your curiosity, you mostly let Sylus off the hook after a while. For some reason, you’ve been noticing that Sylus has been walking around his mansion with his horns freely out. Maybe because he’s shown you his full horns once that’s why?
Or he’s just straight-up taunting you.
You feign nonchalance, only stealing glances at the thick appendage that stood out against his pale locks from time to time, but never really bringing it up to him, for now at least.
You hear the raindrops patter against the large windows of Sylus's room one afternoon. At least the heavy clouds are hiding the sun on top of the dark curtains drawn, and it makes Sylus's rest a little more comfortable.
He's sound asleep beside you on his bed, but you're seated up on your phone, the sound of the rain also slowly luring you to grow sleepy. You stretch a little, careful not to wake the male beside you. Sylus grunts softly, and you feel his hair tickle your thighs.
Through your peripherals, something catches your attention. The black on white is undoubtedly hard to miss.
Now that Sylus seems dead asleep, you're considering taking a chance to take a closer look at his horns, and maybe even touch them.
Carefully, you shift your weight closer to Sylus, monitoring his expressions and movements. When the coast is clear, you lean closer, staring at his horns with much amazement. It's a lot different now that you're this up close to admire them.
His horns aren't simply a simple shade of jet black–at different angles, you notice how the scales of his horns shimmer like an oil spill under the soft light. Close up, the base of his horns are thick, and as it extends, it curls, almost fully wrapping around his head.
“So pretty”, you mutter to yourself. Your fingers are reached out as if by instinct, barely inches away from touching his pretty crown.
You pause, weighing the risks of attempting to touch his horns. How fucked would you be if you actually did?
Your eyes scan Sylus’s calm sleeping face. He doesn't seem to have even noticed his horns have grown out.
“It’s just a little touch, he won't feel it anyways”, you convince yourself softly, your resolve firming as your curiosity begins to bubble over your rationale.
You let your fingers brush his horn, feeling the cold and scaly texture beneath your fingertips. Your eyes are sparkling in amazement even more, now that your curiosity has been satisfied. You press your fingertips onto the appendage, enjoying how nice and cool it feels to the touch.
Just then, you hear Sylus groan slightly. Your hand immediately retracts before you fully freeze, watching the way he presses his head against your leg, his eyebrows slightly scrunched before it returns back to relaxed.
Close call.
You obviously don’t learn your lesson, because your fingers are on his horns almost immediately once more. You grow more curious about the feeling of running your palm across his horns this round.
So you do.
Your hand starts from the thick base, and you stroke it, following the horn's curl, enjoying the way the texture of the scales run smooth under your palm.
And then Sylus makes a sound beneath you. You squint in curiosity, wondering if you heard it right.
So you run your hand from his tip to the base this time.
And this time, Sylus lets out another moan. You definitely did not hear wrong.
Your cheeks are slowly flushing when you realise what you're doing to him. But for some reason, it makes you want to do it more.
So this is why he doesn't want you touching his horns?
With a cheeky smile, you run your fingers along his horns in various ways and places, eliciting more pretty and erotic reactions from Sylus.
You giggle to yourself, trying to ignore how he's making you aroused with all the noises he's making with every stroke you give his horns.
You want to go for the next round, wondering how far you can take this.
Obviously not very far, because the next time you do, Sylus’s hand catches your wrist before you're about to touch his horns again.
He stares at you with half-lidded eyes, pink dusted on his cheeks and his breathing shallow.
“Are you having fun, kitten?” He asks with a frown.
Fuck.
You feign a smile, trying to wave your hand from his grip, of course, your attempts futile.
Sylus’s other arm curls around your thighs, locking you from leaving the bed while Sylus lets his sleep leave his body from the rude interruption.
“Denying me of satisfying my curiosity only makes it worse”, you shrug. Well, if only Sylus had just let you have a little touch…
The corner of Sylus’s lips pull up to a half smirk.
“Right”, Sylus replies, a hint of annoyance and something else laced in his tone before he shifts above you in one swift motion, trapping you underneath him on his bed.
“Then, I'm sure you don't have to be reminded that actions have consequences?”
You swallow hard.
His hand that grabbed yours is placed on his chest, and he forces you to trail down his body, feeling his thick chest, then his abs under your touch, all the way down until he stops you right on his thick erection.
“You should take responsibility, don't you think?” Sylus asks with a raised eyebrow.
You know it's pointless even attempt to escape when he’s devouring your lips like he hasn't eaten in days. It's so intoxicating. You would never admit your greed, but Sylus knows you well enough to feed you so good. You want to pull him so impossibly close.
In between breathless kisses, your warm hands trail from his biceps to his shoulders, to his neck, and right to his hair.
You test waters–letting your fingers rake through his hair, grazing the base of his horns. You get his green light when he doesn't swat you off, on the contrary, it makes Sylus grow more desperate in the kiss.
You confidently stroke his horn, from base to tip once more, and the moans that leave Sylus’s lips sound like fucking heaven.
His crimson eyes finally meet yours, and he almost looks like he's in pain.
“If you keep doing that–ngh–” Sylus trails off with another strained moan when the sensation of you stroking his horn buzzes right to his cock that he has shut his eyes to hold back.
“This?” you tease, sliding your palm down to his base once more, rubbing the scaly appendage, watching him failing at trying to keep his composure.
“Fuck”, he hisses, diving into your lips once more, eating you up.
He pulls away briefly, pressing his lips just below your ear.
“You’re gonna be taking responsibility, kitten.”
He presses himself close onto you, so close that you feel his cock just pulsing against your pelvis, only separated by his black sweats. Sylus takes your chin in his fingers and steals your breath away once more, uncontrollably grunting with every stroke your hands play with his horns. You feel his cock twitch, then pulse before the feeling of warmth spreads across your skin, accompanied by a long, drawn out moan in your mouth.
It makes you dizzy with bliss, realising what you've done to him.
Sylus pulls away once more, catching his breath, his eyes reflecting something more feral when you met his.
But all you do is flash a cheeky smile at him, letting your fingers caress his cheek.
His fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts and he yanks them off, almost growing feral for the second time when his eyes meet the sight of the way your pussy is glistening so much that a wet and thin string of arousal sticks itself in between your pussy and your soaked panties.
Well, Sylus is holding the short end of the stick anyway, because when he tugs his sweats down, your heartbeat accelerates as your eyes land on his cock–thick, red and completely covered in white and thick cum, some staining his underwear, twitching slightly with dribbles of cum seeping past his cockhead when the fabric brushes past his balls.
He looks so fucking delicious when he's messy like that. Shit.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself, staring at me like that”, he teases. He doesn't even look embarrassed.
“Maybe I should play with your horns more often”, you reply with a smile. Sylus narrows his eyes at you, his expression mixed with annoyance and affection. His fingers press against your soaking clit, enjoying the way the smile on your face gets wiped, replaced with a contorted expression of pleasure when he rubs it in slow circles.
“I’m strongly against that idea, sweetie”, Sylus responds, leaning in to take in the expression of your mind slowly growing dumb and blank just from his slender fingers rubbing you out. “It’ll give you a little too much leverage over me.”
Through the hazy and building pleasure, you still manage to reply, “that's the whole point.”
Sylus only smiles at your reply, his fingers leaving your clit. You're about to protest, that is, until he grabs you by your hips, dragging you closer to him, then pressing your knees to your chest, before his wet cock slowly enters you from below. He watches your face contort in pleasure–your eyes rolling back and your eyebrows furrowed–while soaking in the fucking delicious feeling of your cunt warm and wrapped around his cock.
“S-so good”, you whimper, his fullness knocking out any ounce of breath and sense out of you at a dangerous pace the his cock inches even deeper into you.
“Such a nice and warm pussy hole”, Sylus grits, pushing himself even deeper, his control slipping when he's buried himself all the way in. “Fuck, you're so good for me, kitten.”
You're clawing his pillows when Sylus starts fucking you, and you're looking at Sylus with such a glazed out expression–and you know it drives him fucking crazy. His palm rests on the bulge that his cock is pushing every time he enters you, and it makes your thighs shake. Your moans grow in pitch and tone on top of the sounds of lewd wet skin slapping.
He lets you wrap your legs around his waist in return for letting him scatter love bites across your neck.
So you decide that it’s the perfect time to aim for his sensitive spots once more.
Your fingers tug against his scalp, then alternating to stroking his horns once more, throwing Sylus into another round of pleasured daze.
You feel his cock fill you up even more, and it makes you greedy to how far you can push it.
“I really should make you regret this”, Sylus mutters, failing to suppress another groan when your fingers scratch against the base.
His thrusts become more like ruts, his cockhead hitting your g-spot over and over as payback. Sylus sprouts a satisfied smirk as he watches you completely come undone on his cock. You throw your head back while stars flicker in and out of your vision. The pleasure is growing so fucking good that you're choking on your moans too.
“Right there! Fuck, that feels so fucking good, Sylus”, you sob through wet lashes and heavy pants.
Sylus is mesmerised by your pretty expressions and the pretty sounds you always make for him when he's breaking you apart.
Maybe you finding out about his sensitive horns is his punishment for indulging in these sick pleasures. Nonetheless, he still wouldn't have any other way.
Your hands find his horns once more, and he falters for a split second. But he doesn't shake you off since he's much too focused on trying to force an orgasm out of you.
Your pussy squeezes him before it starts uncontrollably fluttering against his cock. Ah, his goal is slowly being fulfilled.
As your orgasm dangles above you, you react with periodical squeezes on his cock and his horns, which definitely draws a much larger reaction from Sylus.
“So close”, you whine, your orgasm slowly filling the crevices of your brain, plunging you deep into pleasure. Your cunt clenches on his cock, and you unintentionally yank his horns.
Sylus fucking growls, pressing himself so fucking deep into you, his cum fucking spurting into you–so much that some is leaking out from your plugged pussy hole and onto the bed.
He pulls his cock out momentarily, letting his cum ooze from his cockhead, his eyes darting to the loads seeping out of your hole, before he slides his cock into you once more. You gasp at the fullness, another squeeze to his horns, which only stimulates Sylus once more, and his cock fills you up with another warm and sticky load.
He’s panting, but he musters his energy to meet your eyes.
“Sweetie”, he calls out to you amidst his dick attempting to take over his brain. “If you don't get your hands off, your pussy won't be able to hold anymore, I guarantee.”
He's met with a fucked-out and sly grin from his partner.
“And I thought you enjoyed challenges.”
Sylus scoffs at your comment, realising that he really has to teach his kitten a lesson to not touch things that aren't hers.
‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 — even when sylus is being nice, he can't help but be a little mean ♡
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: fem reader, established relationship, cock warming, fingering, ruined orgasm, overstim, slight choking, pet names ꒰ sweetie, kitten, sweet little thing, good girl ꒱, refers to reader's pussy as 'her', pussy slapping, dacryphilia.
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: this thought plagued me at work, so i had to write it ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
sylus sits you in his lap so pretty, your legs hooked over his thick thighs, opened wide. his fat cock is stuffed to the hilt in your puffy little cunt, refusing to move and making you cry because you're so desperate to get fucked by your lover.
he pulls you back by your throat, presses your back to his strong chest, and the deep rumble of his timbre vibrates through your ribs as he speaks.
"you know what to do, sweetie," his index and middle fingers spread in a 'v' shape, parting your folds to expose your clit to the air. he rubs up and down, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers.
you whine and pant, a soft sheen of sweat dampening your hairline, skin so hot you believe you may melt. you try to move your hips but he squeezes your throat firmly — a warning to keep you in your place.
"you want me to fuck you, you gotta get my dick wet first," he purrs with a depth that makes you gush around him, but it isn't enough.
sylus wants you to cum. he wants you squirming and trembling in his arms, creaming around him and dripping down his balls before he'll even entertain the idea of giving you what you want.
long fingers circle your sensitive bud, just enough to send shivers up and down your spine, your cunt squeezing him so nicely that he can't help but groan against your ear.
"such a greedy pussy.. can't be happy with what i give to her," he tuts, condescending and mean. tears sting your eyes at the overstimulation, his actions coming off more as torturous than pleasing.
"sylus, pleeease," you beg, your back bowing away from his abdomen. "need more, just... just a little more,"
you're already so high-strung, the coil in your belly wound up to its tightest, ready to burst at any moment. your hips thrust defiantly, and before you can register it, you've completely blacked out, head growing fuzzy and light as sylus slaps your clit, over and over again. it's more pain than pleasure, but still, your muscles twitch and burn as you drench his cock, your orgasm approaching whether you want it to or not, and sylus gives a shaky sigh.
your lashes are wet, forming little peaks as your frustration swells during the come-down. left horrendously unsatisfied, your tummy flutters with need, walls aching for more, more, more.
"aw, you're so pretty. what a sweet little thing you are," sylus grins, kissing the side of your head, squeezing your cheeks to hold you close. "if only you could listen as well as you take dick,"
your chest heaves with every breath. silent sobs tighten your throat as you tilt your head, leaning into his space.
"'m soh-ry..."
"hm? don't be sorry, kitten, i know you try," his words are honey-sweet. you know it's a facade. "but maybe you should try a little harder this time,"
he uses a flattened hand to massage your swollen folds, wet and flushed, already shaking in his embrace. "i pr... i promise, i promise..."
‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 — even when sylus is being nice, he can't help but be a little mean ♡
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: fem reader, established relationship, cock warming, fingering, ruined orgasm, overstim, slight choking, pet names ꒰ sweetie, kitten, sweet little thing, good girl ꒱, refers to reader's pussy as 'her', pussy slapping, dacryphilia.
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: this thought plagued me at work, so i had to write it ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
sylus sits you in his lap so pretty, your legs hooked over his thick thighs, opened wide. his fat cock is stuffed to the hilt in your puffy little cunt, refusing to move and making you cry because you're so desperate to get fucked by your lover.
he pulls you back by your throat, presses your back to his strong chest, and the deep rumble of his timbre vibrates through your ribs as he speaks.
"you know what to do, sweetie," his index and middle fingers spread in a 'v' shape, parting your folds to expose your clit to the air. he rubs up and down, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers.
you whine and pant, a soft sheen of sweat dampening your hairline, skin so hot you believe you may melt. you try to move your hips but he squeezes your throat firmly — a warning to keep you in your place.
"you want me to fuck you, you gotta get my dick wet first," he purrs with a depth that makes you gush around him, but it isn't enough.
sylus wants you to cum. he wants you squirming and trembling in his arms, creaming around him and dripping down his balls before he'll even entertain the idea of giving you what you want.
long fingers circle your sensitive bud, just enough to send shivers up and down your spine, your cunt squeezing him so nicely that he can't help but groan against your ear.
"such a greedy pussy.. can't be happy with what i give to her," he tuts, condescending and mean. tears sting your eyes at the overstimulation, his actions coming off more as torturous than pleasing.
"sylus, pleeease," you beg, your back bowing away from his abdomen. "need more, just... just a little more,"
you're already so high-strung, the coil in your belly wound up to its tightest, ready to burst at any moment. your hips thrust defiantly, and before you can register it, you've completely blacked out, head growing fuzzy and light as sylus slaps your clit, over and over again. it's more pain than pleasure, but still, your muscles twitch and burn as you drench his cock, your orgasm approaching whether you want it to or not, and sylus gives a shaky sigh.
your lashes are wet, forming little peaks as your frustration swells during the come-down. left horrendously unsatisfied, your tummy flutters with need, walls aching for more, more, more.
"aw, you're so pretty. what a sweet little thing you are," sylus grins, kissing the side of your head, squeezing your cheeks to hold you close. "if only you could listen as well as you take dick,"
your chest heaves with every breath. silent sobs tighten your throat as you tilt your head, leaning into his space.
"'m soh-ry..."
"hm? don't be sorry, kitten, i know you try," his words are honey-sweet. you know it's a facade. "but maybe you should try a little harder this time,"
he uses a flattened hand to massage your swollen folds, wet and flushed, already shaking in his embrace. "i pr... i promise, i promise..."
Concept: Requested by @graysonsgf487. <3 I turned it into a writing prompt number four from 21 Questions.
Warnings: Virginity loss, cum eating, blood from virginity loss, sex with a co-worker, mentions of male masturbation, dry humping, making out, oral with male recieving, oral with female recieving, fingering, vaginal penetration.
"You're unusually quiet." You said, rolling your chair over to Shoto's desk with your own stack of paper work that you needed to work on. It wasn't a far roll with your desks being right next to each other.
It was like you caught Shoto out of his thoughts. "Sorry, I'm just in my head a lot tonight." He said responded, moving his own chair over so you could share his desk space with him.
You two weren't super close friends, but considering you worked together, you were essentially each other's work spouse. "You can talk to me if something is wrong." You told him, working on your paper work.
Shoto was quiet, which you picked up on being unusual for him. "It's kind of awkward to talk about." He admitted, not exactly being uncomfortable talking abotu it with you, but reconginizing that it might not be something everyone would want to talk about.
"Just shoot." You replied with a chuckle, giving him an encouraging bump with your elbow. Messing up the word he was writing in the process and chuckling. "I promise, if it's too uncomfortable to talk about, we can stop." At this point, you were super curious as well about what could make him uncomfortable.
Shoto looked around the office floor and made sure there wasn't anyone close to them first before he brought it up. "Some of the guys were talking about sex and about how old they were when they started having sex." Shoto kept his voice low enough to where only you could hear.
He made sure to keep his eyes diverted to not give any indication that they were having a very private conversation. "It made me start thinking about how I'm still a virgin." He admitted, glancing up from his paperwork to you. Trying to gage your reaction.
"Nothing wrong with being a virgin, Shoto." You reassured, giviving a little huff of amusement. Though you had, up until now, assumed that he was not a virgin. So maybe it was different. "I'm still a virgin too." You admitted, keeping your voice low as well.
That surprised Shoto, but he worked to keep his surprise off of his face so your co-workers wouldn't get suspicious about what you're talking about. "Do you mind if I ask why you're still a virgin?" Shoto asked softly, thinking for sure that you would of had sex by now.
You paused from working on your paperwork to shrug. "I don't really have one." You responded. "I've just been so focused on hero work and not so much on getting laid." You answered queitly. "What about you?"
"Same thing." Shoto responded softly, glancing around again to make sure they were still not being heard as he worked on his paperwork next to you. "I've dated and I've done things with others, but just never went the whole way."
You both fell quiet as you flipped through your forms for your end of the shift paperwork. "Are you wanting to have sex?" You then asked softly. The question really being more out of curiosity of this is him saying that he was wanting to have sex.
"I would like to, but I'm not with anyone." Shoto responded, shaking his pen as it began to die mid sentence. He leaned back in his chair and dropped it into the trash bin next to his desk.
"You have plenty of fan girls that I'm sure would love to help you with that." You responded, automatically handing him over the pen that you were using. The cup he kept on his desk of pens was on the side that you were on, so it was easier to just give him yours.
"True." Shoto responded, easily taking the offered pen from you. "But I'd be kind of embarassed to admit to them that i'm a virgin." He pointed out softly, definately not one that was wanting to end up in the papers for something like that.
"That makes sense." You said responded. You hadn't initially thought about the possible issues with admitting it to someone you didn't trust. You were quiet as you shuffled through your papers to make sure you had finished them all. "We can have sex." You suggested casually, using a pen to correct one of your signatures.
"What?" Shoto was caught off guard by your suggested. It wasn't that he had not thought about it. "For real?" He asked. He definately found you attractive and has fucked his fist to the thought of you on several occassions.
"Yeah, why not?" You responded, with a shrug of your shoulders. You felt the heat of a blush come across your cheeks. Your eyes glanced around shyly to make sure no one had caught on to your conversation.
"You'd really be willing to let me take your virginity?" Shoto asked in a hushed voice as he glanced over at you from the corner of his eye. He saw the blush dusting your cheeks and felt a little stiffening in his crotch at the thought.
"As long as you're willing to let me take yours." You spoke softly. You had your own thoughts about Shoto at nights occassionally. He was handsome and kind, so it was hard to not have some level of attraction to him.
When your name was yelled out over the office, your eyes shot up to see one of the other side kicks calling out for you. They held up another stack of paperwork and were asking for your help in teaching them how to fill it out properly.
"Text me." You said to him, pushing your chair over to your desk as you got up to go meet with the side kick. "We can talk about it more." You added before walking over to their desk.
For about the past week, you and Shoto had been texting back and forth. While it was normal for you guys to text, your messages were very focused on working out the details of having a sexual encounter with each other.
You had been able to compare your schedules and picked a day in which you would both have the next day off. Figuring it would be less pressure if neither of you had to work the next day.
Shoto: What have you done before?
You: I've sucked dick. Haven't had any complaints about it. lol
You: I've also been eaten out and fingered.
You: I really liked that.
Shoto: I think I can make sure to do. ;)
Shoto made sure to make a mental note to eat you out before you two had sex. If you made it a point to say it, he wanted to make sure he could satisfy you with it.
You: What about you?
Shoto: I've eaten pussy and fingered someone before.
Shoto: I've had my dick sucked.
Shoto: I really loved having my cock sucked.
You: I think I can make that happen. ;)
It was your turn to take mental notes on what he liked. You had never had any complaints about your head, so you were going to make sure you sucked him off at least once. If you were going to do it, you should do it right.
Shoto: Should I bring condoms?
You: Up to you.
You: I'm on the pill, so we don't have to use them.
Shoto: Would you be okay if we didn't?
Shoto: It would be awesome to feel you raw.
You: Our first time.
You: So let's not use them.
You had figured that since both of you were virgins, neither of you had to worry about giving the other anything. With you being on birth control, it gave you the ability to be natural with your first time.
You: Do you want to spend the night?
Shoto: I have plans the next day with friends.
Shoto: But I would love that.
You: Me too.
By the time that the day came around, you had cleaned your apartment twice and re-arranged it once. You were nervous as you waited for him to arrive at your apartment. You were pacing through your house as you made sure everything was perfect.
Then the knock on your door came. The knock you had been waiting for. You quickly made your way to the door and opened it. Seeing a freshly showered Shoto and damn did he smell good.
"Hey." Shoto said with a soft smile. To say he was nervous was an understatement, but he felt good about this. "I brought a bottle of wine in my bag." He said gesturing to his bag on his back. "And these are for you." He said, handing you a flowers that he had picked up for you.
"Shoto! You didn't have to." You smile a genuine smile as you took the flowers from him. It was so unexpected, but such a sweet gesture. You brought them to your face to smell them as you pushed the door shut behind him. "I love them."
Shoto smiled as he watched you bring them to your face to smell them. He was glad that his gamble on bringing you flowers had paid off. "I'm glad you like them." He followed you into your apartment to the island in the kitchen with the bar.
Shoto looked around your humble apartment. He apperciated your easy, earthy vibe and how warm and welcoming it felt. "I like your place." He complimented, noting that he really did a good job with the flowers when he noticed all the plants by your big windows over looking the city.
You pulled out a vase from the cabinet and situatted the flowers as he looked around at your apartment. "Thank you. I pay a fair bit fo it, but I figured it's best to pay more for a place that helps you feel relaxed." With the flowers now housed in the vase perfect on the island, you stepped away to grab two wine glasses before coming to sit at the island next to Shoto.
Shoto took that as his cue to pull the bottle of wine out of his backpack. He had made sure to pick up something that he knew you liked and poured you both a glass.
As you two sat together, you and Shoto drank wine and talked. It was relatively relaxed and actually... flirty. It was like you two were just clicking and spending time with each other. Your hands were occassionally bumping together as you were talking and joking with each other.
At one point, Shoto's hand slid onto your thigh when your body turned a little bit closer to him. It made your body feel hot without even his quirk causing the increase in tempeture.
"Yeah?" You breathed, a soft huff of a chuckle coming out as you responded to his joke. Your eyes fluttered down to his lips before moving back up to his eyes. You felt his breath on your face as he moved slowly closer.
"Yeah." Shoto responded, his own soft huff of a chuckle coming out as he watched your face and your signals. He followed your signal and came closer until his lips gently caresed yours. When you didn't pull away, he went in again and deepened the kiss.
After a few minutes of you both kissing at the island, you broke the kiss off first. Dropping your hand down to rest on his that was on your thigh, you then picked up your whine glass and finished it off.
"Come on." You said softly, holding his hand as you got up from the bar chair. You lead him through your apartment and into your bedroom. Things were progressing this way, so it seemed like a perfect leadway.
You had make sure your bedroom was super clean before tonight. Not that you were normally dirty, but you were nervous having him over. You had make sure to have bottles of water on your night stand and a bottle of lube just in case you needed it.
When you two made it to your bedroom, you both took a seat on your bed. You gently patted the spot on your bed next to you and giggle when he sat with you.
Without missing a beat, Shoto brought his hand to your face. He guided your faces together before capturing your lips in his. Your lips moved together smoothly. With a swipe across your bottom lip, he deepened the kiss he shared with you.
You two made out for a while, before you followed his lead and laid back on the bed. Your hand staying on the back of his head to guide him down on top of you. Your tongues slipping into each other's mouths and rubbing together.
You softly moaned into his mouth as you felt one of his hands slide up and down your side. There it became a full make out session with you two swallowing as much of each other as you could. You could feel his cock hardening between you two as you pawed at each other and ground your bodies against each other.
It was you that made the first move. Sliding your hands under his shirt and pushing it further up his body. Apperciating the feeling of his well sculpted body against your hands as they moved. When it came to the point where you broke the kiss to take it off the rest of the way, you did, but your mouth's were quickly back on each other once it was over his head.
With his shirt now off, Shoto became a litle more dominate as he pushes you down on your back on the bed. He pulled your legs up to wrap around his hips. Grinding the bulge in his pants against you as he broke the kiss to catch his breath. His lips then came down to your neck and he felt your hands come up around his back. He felt you raking your nails down his back and it sent a shiver down his spine.
Feeling his clothed cock rubbing against you, you felt the heat spread through your body. This had quickly gone from zero to hot in heavy a lot quicker than you thought it would, but you had no complaints! When you felt his hands sliding under your t-shirt and working your's off, he met no complaints as your hands met his. In as smooth of a move as you could, you grabbed the hem and pulled it up and over your head.
With the break from your mouths on each other, you took the chance to change the balance. You pushed against him until Shoto was on his back on the bed and you were left straddling him. Slowly and delibertly, you ground your own clothed heat against his buldge. You loved the moan you got out of him as his hands came to your hips to guide your hips against his.
Your hips followed his guiding as he pulled and pushed your hips up and down his clothed erection. While you were grinding on him, your hands came up to your bra and pulled it off. Freeing your breasts to let them move with your movements. You watched as his eyes came to your breasts and watched how they moved, you felt a thrust from under you and felt your breasts bouce for a moment. You both chuckled softly.
Leaning over Shoto, you brought your lips back down to his and instantly deeped the kiss with your tongue. Both of your breathing was heavier and moans occassionally escaped both of you. Breaking your kiss, you began working your lips down his body. Starting at he neck under his ear and moving as far down as you could before you had to slide your body off of his.
Your hands met your mouth at Shoto's jeans. Your hands quickly working his jeans open and then moving to pull his jeans and his boxers down at the same time. With the rest of his clothes off, you worked your way up to his cock. With a lick up the vein on the underside of his cock, you circled your tongue around the head of his cock before taking him into your mouth.
Shoto wasn't lying when he said that blow jobs was his favorite thing. As soon as you started showing his cock attention, he moaned. It was a satisfying sound and he couldn't help the hand that crepted down to your hair. "Fuck--" He moaned as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, his hand hanging on in your hair as it went along for the ride.
As you keep working his cock, Shoto's pretty moans kept falling from his lips. His breathing become heavier and heavier the more you worked him. Your free hand coming to begin working your balls leads to him having a thrust up into your mouth. He felt you hum around him and his hand tightened in your hair.
That coil in Shoto's stomach kept coiling tighter and tighter. You were working him so perfectly and he couldn't help but to hold your hair and guide your head up and down his length. The tightening in his balls was not just from your hand playing with them. "I'm gonna cum." He warned you with a moan as you gave a particularly strong suck on him.
Shoto's breathing picked up and became rapied pants for a moment, then the cord inside of him snapped. His hand tightened in your hair and pushed you further down on his cock as his hips thrusted up a little. He dumped his load of cum down your throat. Feeling you swallowing milking his cock made his orgasm even harder and his moan become completely sinful as they echoed through the room.
With his hand still in your hair, Shoto brought your mouth up off of his cock and guided you back up his body. He didn't care that he he just came in your mouth, he crashed his lips into yours. "That was amazing." He breathed as he broke the deep kiss.
Using your hair still, Shoto pulled your head back and used his body to switch your positions. Putting you on your back on the bed before letting go of your hair. This time, it was his mouth that was making his way down your body. When he got to your pants, his hands were eager in working the button and zipper to get them off. Sliding them off with your lace thong in one go.
It was his turn to please you.
Shoto worked his mouth up the inside of your leg as he crawled back up to you.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Intentionally.
With a slow stroke of his tongue, Shoto took the first swipe of his tonue with your pussy. You found yourself moaning softly as you felt a finger follow his tongue and slip inside of your wet pussy. Curving to find the spongey spot inside of you.
Just as how he was with recieving oral, you were throughly enjoying him giving it to you. Especially as he focused on your clit with his mouth. Sucking it, rolling his tongue around it, and humming on it made you panting quickly. Your legs moving to squeeze tighter around him.
You brought your hands up to yoru breasts and began massaging them. Pinching and rubbing your nipples between your fingers, you glanced down to see his eyes watching your movements. You felt a blush come across your face, but got a hum of satistaction from him on your clit, so you kept going. Sneaking one hand from your breast, it found it's way into his hair and tightened the closer you were getting to your orgasm.
Your moans became music to his ears. At least when Shoto's ears could hear you. Your thights came up around his head and he began wearing them as ear muffs. It was the perfect place for his face and his fingers to be. His two fingers working your spongey spot inside of you while his togue worked your clit.
Shoto felt your walls tightening around his fingers before he heard your moans take on another level. Trying to suck more of his fingers into you while still feelin the gush of your juices across his hand. He continued to stimulate you through your orgasm. Making sure to leave your juices soaking so that you're well lubricated for the next part.
After working you through your orgasm, Shoto slowly started kissing back up your body from between your legs. His lips working up your stomach. Up to your breast where he paused. Taking time to apperciate each breast. While his mouth was on one, his hand was on the other.
From there, Shoto moved further up your body. Kissing across your collar bone softly before moving to the spots that he noted from earlier that you liked. Taking a moment to nibble on your ear lobe before working his way back to your mouth.
Shoto kissed you softly at first before deepening it with a swipe of his tongue. He wanted to distract you from what his hand was doing with his cock. He slowly rubbed it through your folds as he moaned softly in your mouth at the feel of you.
Slowly, Shoto pressed his cock into you. With your first wince and whimper of pain under him, he swallowed them in his kiss. Mumbling an apology against your lips and stopping where he was for a moment.
Shoto then broke your kiss away to move down to your neck. Kissing on some of the sensitive spot that you liked earlier to help distract you. Once he got another breathly sigh from you, he started pushing in again.
"Don't stop." You responded with a hiss of pain when you felt him stopping. "Keep going." You told him, rather having it all done in one more go instead of dragging it out. As he listened and continued to push himself inside of you, your nails dug into the skin of his back as you fought to keep yourself relaxed.
'It would be just a little bit of pain now, but it'll feel better.' You told yourself in your head as you moved your lips to his neck, trying to focs on kissing the skin of his there and gently trying to rake your teeth on his flesh. Anything to distract you from the burning stretch that you were feeling as he sheathed himself inside of you.
Once he was buried up to his hilt inside of you, Shoto couldn't hold back the groan that escaped him. "Fuck-- you feel amazing." He moaned softly in your ear, focusing on your lobe and the skin on your neck as he tried to keep himself from cumming right then and there.
After feeling you relax more under him and being certain he wouldn't cum right away, Shoto started slowly pulling his cock out and pushing back in. He was inexperienced and his actions showed that, but he was listening to what you seemed to like. After a couple more thrusts, you seemed to stop flinching and he could feel you relax around him.
When he got a moan of his name out of you the one spot he thought you seemed to like again, Shoto just about lost it as it sent a fire down his veins. He brought his lips back to your's and kissed you as he sped up the pace of his sloppy thrusts inside of you.
Fuck you felt so good around his cock. It was an intoxicating feeling and he could feel his coil in his stomach quickly turning tighter and tighter with each thrust. With each feeling of your gummy walls tightenin and releasing around him. With each prick and drag of your nails across his skin.
With each moan of his name that fell from your lips.
Until it happened. He had no expectations of lasting long. Especially with it being his first time and being very overwhelmed by the sensation of fucking you without a condom dampening the feeling of the experience. He would be better next time now that he knew what to expect, but unfortunately that wasn't going to be tonight.
Like a shot of electricty had been shot through his body, Shoto came inside of you with groan as he buried his face into your shoulder. He could feel his balls tightening and his cock pulsing as he shot rope upon rope of his hot seed inside of you. Painting your insides white as he had unevened jerks of his hips fucking him through his orgasm.
After a few minutes of being able breathing heavy, Shoto was able to bring his head back up and capture your lips. You could feel his hands caressing your hair and you deepended the kiss with him.
Shoto was really glad that you had both decided to have your first times with each other. "Are you okay?" He asked when he finally broke your kiss, hoping that he had hurt you that much, but he was realistic in that fact that he proabbly did.
"I'm sore, but I'll be okay." You responded, offering him a soft smile. You reached up to his face with one of your own hands and gently brushed a red strand of hair out of his face. Your hand coming to gently cup his handsome face afterwards.
Shoto leaned his face into the palm of your hand. Pressing a gentle kiss into it before letting his cheek reast into it. "Did you...?" He asked softly, hoping that he had been able to satisfy, but understand that most women didn't their first time.
At least that's what the internet said.
You softly shake your head. "No, but it's okay." You said with a soft smile at him. Letting your thumb rub his cheek. You loved how he leaned into your touch. You were enjoying this softer and more tender side of Shoto. It made you wonder why you didn't do this sooner with him.
With that confirmation, Shoto had made the descion that he wasn't going to leave him with one more ograsm than you. "Well, we can't have that." He said softly, putting weight on his elbows as he gently moved to pull out of you. Moving back on his knees as he did so.
When he pulled out of you, he saw the rings around his cock of both of your juices. There was a faded color of red across his cock as well from where he made you bleed when popped your cherry. He felt bad when he saw the reminder that he hurt you and made you bleed.
Before he let his guilt about hurting you show on his face, Shoto slide back further down the bed as he began at your knees and kissed up your thighs. Whatever complainted you had started he heard die in a moan as he got to your pussy. He flattened his tongue as he took his first swipe up your leaking and abused pusy.
He gently pressed in a tested finger into you, but he pulled it back out at the first hiss that he heard from you. You were too sore. Shoto then snaked that hand up uder your ass check before moving around your hip to your clit.
As you felt his tongue resume is progress and his two fingers giving you firm, just slow stimulation on your clit, you coudn't hold back the moan that escaped you. You apperciated his attempt at trying to see if he could do what you liked, but was also happy with the alternate method.
Your hips and legs moved in conjuction with your feelings as the coil in your stomach tightened and the heat spread through your body from where his mouth connected with your pussy. "Uh-- fuck! Shoto!" You moaned. Your hand snaked down your body until it found hold in his white and red hair.
You felt the satisfied rumble that Shoto released against your skin and it made your thighs tighten around his head. That coil in your stomach turning tighter and tighter. The blood in her veins feeling hotter and hotter. For the second time that night, Shoto was wearing your thigs as ear muffs.
His tongue felt fat as it worked to eat your combined juices that fell out of you. You didn't feel him hesitate even once as you knew that his cum and your blood were also leaking out of you along with your normal pussy juice. "So close." You breathed out, your hand getting tighter in his hair as your legs closed tighter on his head.
You felt him shift his pressure and slightly increase the speed of his movement on your clit. You moaned as you felt the coil go tighter and tigher. Finally snapping, you felt fireworks go off in your brain. Sending a vibrating moan of his name from your lips as your body spasmed. Your orgasm felt like a vibration on your nerves, starting strong and then turning into what felt like a soft warm fuzz running through your body.
Once Shoto was satisfied that he had managed to work you through your orgasm, he brought his mouth back down your thigh. Gently kissing you with affection and care as he waiting for your breathing to come back to normal.
"Sho...." You breathed as you stared up at the ceiling for a moment. "That was... amazing." You breathed out again, a very content sigh accompanying your words. To say you were satisfied was an understatement, even with you feeling sore.
Shoto chuckled as his kissed his way up your body back to your mouth. "I'm glad I could satisfy you." He responded, taking your lips into a soft, and loving kiss. Breaking away, he rubbed his nose against yours softly before sitting up on his knees.
Getting up from the bed, Shoto walked naked into your bathroom while you enjoyed the view. Your eyes watching his naked body moved smoothly and admired everything you saw.
Shoto took the time in the bathroomto clean his own cock off of your combined juices and blood. Once he was done with that, he found a wash cloth and wet it before coming back to you with it and a dry towel. "Let me know if any of this hurts." He said, coming to sit on the his knees on the bed,
"Ooo." You responded, your tone being light and playful as you adjusted your body towards him. "You're going to clean me off too?" You smiled at Shoto as you made eye contact, watching his handsome face hold it's own smile to it.
"What can I say, I like to clean up after myself." Shoto replied as he gently used the wash cloth to clean you up before using the towel to try you back off.
"I feel so spoiled." You truly did feel spoiled and didn't know that he could be so sweet like this. You usually saw only his colder and tougher side as a hero, but that was the side you both needed when you were at work.
"You deserve to be spoiled." Shoto responded, sitting back once he was done and watching you sit up.
You took the wash cloth and the towel from him before leaning in and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. "I'll take care of these. You should get comfy for bed." You told him, getting up and walking naked to the bathroom.
You could feel his eyes on you as you walked away from him. You tossed him a glance and a small smile over your shoulder to him before you stepped out of the doorway.
When you came back to the bedroom, Shoto was in a pair of his boxers and a white t-shirt. You watched as he laid on the bed, playing on his phone. You could get use to this image. Him, laying there in your bed, relaxed.
Once you had pulled on a pair of panties and your own over-sized t-shirt to sleep in, you crawled into the bed next to him. You intentionally picked his warmer side and snuggled up against him. You loved the feeling of him putting his arm around you and turning his phone to show you the TikToks that he was watching.
Eventually, you dozed off against his chest. Shoto gently brushed your hair that had fallen into your face before putting his phone on the night stand and turning the light off. He gave you one more kiss on your forehead before he closed his own eyes for sleep.
When Shoto woke up the next morning, he could smell something that smelled delicious. Telling from the smell on it's own, he guessed that you were making breakfast. His stomach growled and encouraged him to get out of bed to join you.
"Good morning." You greeted him as he he walked out of the bedroom. You flashed him a soft smile before looking back down at what you were doing.
"Good morning." Shoto greeted back. He came over to you as you were cooking and warpped you up in his arms. "It smells really good." He said, pushing his lips to your temple in an affectionate kiss.
You found yourself relaxing into his hold. Letting your back rest against his chest as you finished cooking. "I know you have plans for later, but I figured you would like breakfast before you go." You shared, working on putting the food on the plates as you spoke.
When the food was plated, Shoto let go of you and took both of the plates to the island. Letting you grab your utinsels and joining him at the island.
"How are you feeling today?" Shoto asked, watched as you moved a little more stiffly then he has seen you moved before. He felt guilt when he watched your movements knowing that he had cleaned blood off of himself after last night and knowing that he had hurt you.
You reassuringly put your hand on top of his. "I'm sore, but I'll be fine." You said to him, seeing the small look of guilt on his face at having hurt you.
That didn't stop Shoto from feeling bad about hurting you. "I'm sorry I hurt you." He said, lifting his fingers up from under your hand to let your fingers intertwine.
"It's fine. I promise." You told him. You smiled softly at him as you laced your fingers into his.
It was weird, this feeling that you two were having with each other and how tender he was being with you. Neither of you brought up what would happen after you two had sex, but you both seemed to be enjoying each other's company.
The small and gentle touches between each of you. Little passes and flirting comments between you. It was nice and created this warm feeling in both of you. So when you were both done with eating breakfast and Shoto reached the time that he would have to leave, you were both a little disappointed.
"Let me take you out on a date." Shoto then said, getting up from the island. His dual colored eyes matching yours. "A real date with flowers, dinner, movies -- the whole nine yards." He said, coming closer to where you sat.
"I would like that." You said, smiling softly up at him as his hand came to cup your face.
Shoto then bent down and brought his lips to yours softly to softly kiss you. "I'll text you." He promised, gently kissing you one more time before he left.
internal notes: oral (f!receiving), established relationship, smut but written in a fluff way, aizawa calls reader angel but there’s no other pronouns used, word vomit
internal message: i uh. i had brainrot. just the thought of aizawa between my legs has consumed me for over 24 hours.
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one man should not be allowed to look so lazy and unenthused while eating pussy. it was almost comical, a sitcom-level situation you often found yourself in.
not that you were complaining, but it was something you liked to clown your husband about for years. and yet, his tired, catlike stare always got you hot and bothered, even this many years into the relationship.
one hand splayed on the soft flesh of your lower stomach, fingers occasionally curling inward to not only apply pressure but to just feel you. his other entangled with yours, fingers entwined, his palm steady while yours shook.
his eyes were half-lidded and sleepy in the early morning light, barely visible above the hem of the shirt bunched around your midsection. you shifted your head on the pillows as you whimpered and got a much better view.
he had his head encased by your thick thighs, a place he always loved to be, often kneading the flesh with the calloused pads of his fingers or sitting on the floor in front of you so you would drape your legs over his shoulders when you sat on the couch. your husband was a bit of a freak, a bit of an animal, but it was second nature to you now.
his bloodshot eyes were focused on your skin, the way it rippled when you moaned as his nose bumped against your achy clit. he was lapping at your dripping cunt, long, broad strokes, slurping up the taste of you, you, you, as much as he could get before he really had to get up and out of bed to get ready for work. you had begged him to retire after losing his leg, but he wasn’t having it. he always had to be busy. and you respected him for it.
however, the loss did make him grow more fond of being late to work to keep his face buried against your cunt and having your thighs as earmuffs, so it worked out in your favor in the end.
you whined sharply when he moved his tongue to your clit, wrapping his lips around the hard nub and sucking, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours with an almost cocky glare to them. he looked like a cat that successfully knocked your bottlecap off your table and underneath your fridge so you couldn’t get it if you tried.
your whole body felt like it was on fire as you gripped his hair and curled in on yourself.
“shou, shou, oh god ‘m gonna cum, don’t stop-“ you bucked your hips against his face and he definitely didn’t stop in his ministrations. he had learned years ago that when you said not to stop, he better keep the same pace.
he hummed around your clit, groaning softly against your cunt, and you cried out into the early morning darkness of your shared room, gushing over the lower half of his face as he returned to languid broad strokes of his tongue to clean you up.
you shivered and released your strong grip on his hand to brush your hair back from your sweaty forehead, giggling softly at the way he sat up to lick his lips and suck in a breath as if he wasn’t trying to continue smelling you. “dirty old man.”
“you’re one to talk, angel.” he grunted right back, shifting his weight on the bed to start pushing at the waistband of his pink sleep pants that covered the large tent in the front. “i’ve got fifteen more minutes to spare. got another round f’ me?”
“make it twenty more minutes and you have a deal.”
So I found a site that does a subscription box for your period- it sends you basics like hygiene products, pain medication as well as snacks and pampering stuff to make you feel good,
but the best thing is they have a specialty boxes, like vegan or kosher only snacks but also
they specifically offer boxes for menstruating guys and nb folks.
which is pretty darn cool.
it’s called bonjourjolie and I think it’s 1000% awesome tbh
Whoever came up with this idea is just awesome. They really take their costumers’ diets into account, like there’s so many options. Look at all this
And if they still don’t have a box to accommodate your needs, you can even order special items and ask for a box that doesn’t have anything you’re allergic to in it
This is lovely. In addition to what has been said above, there’s also an option at the checkout to donate a $12 period pack to homeless charities. What a great initiative.
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Hey all you lovely people who have periods, the world is starting to look a little bit brighter now that certain tampon/pad companies have started to allow people to receive small kits and samples of pads, maxi pads, liner, and tampons for free. And I mean 100% free and discreet. You just have to give them your address and name, and bam! You’ve got all the menstrual cycle products you could ever need for no cost. Links below!
Most of the links above are old/broken/etc. Here are some updated ones (mid-2019):
U by Kotex (AUSTRALIA)
U by Kotex
Poise
Playtex High School Program
Carefree *coupons only*
Libresse if in the UK
Libresse in Other Countries
Other Organizations
Donate to help others
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kianamaiart
annaxmalina
germansingergirl
dededos
romaincrisis
