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Kiss Drunk!! Kim Dokja!!

Kim Dokja x GN Reader. Reader is implied to be dominant. NO USE OF Y/N.

Kim Dokja who absolutely *loves* your kisses

He gets nervous so easily about it because of his inexperience 😔😔

Kim Dokja who sighs in content when you take the lead in the kiss.

Bro is relieved.

Bite his lower lip!!

Grip his waist!!

He'll def crumble. Would lean into you for support because you take his breath (and mind) away.

Which in turn!!

Dun dun dun!!!

You get Kiss Drunk Kim Dokja!!

Kiss drunk Kim Dokja who whimpers from your kisses and tries to ground himself by gripping your clothes.

Kiss drunk Kim Dokja who whines when you pull away and tugs on your clothes for more

Kiss drunk Kim Dokja who begins to get more and more demanding, almost taking the lead but he's so fucking whiny about it.

"Mphm.. c-cmon.. Need more..."

Would say 'please'. Just to be polite since he loves you 🤗🤗

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He calls out your name in a whiny breath. Panting hard and red in the face. Nothing is in his head but your kisses. Your lips. Your whole presence spoiling him rotten. And then ending it with a 'please?'

Isn't that cute?

His brain is too mushy to think so he lets you do whatever. He knows you won't take advantage of him anyways. He trusts you that much.

Kiss Drunk Kim Dokja who hugs you after your make-out sesh.

He cuddles you after. Straight up complains if you DARE try to pull away. Bros going to hold on you like you're his lifeline.

He's a big ol' happy squid when you're here with him :D!! Dreamy. So so dreamy.

Ty for reading !! (It's my first time posting here so I am very sorry if I fuck it up. Plus English is not my first languange, it's actually my 3rd 😭)

Hehe

jjk men react to you texting them “hey daddy” .

req! suggestive! incl: gojo, geto, toji, megumi, nanami, inumaki

mlist! <- some of these r so much more vulgar than my past posts that idek if tagging this as suggestive works .. T-T

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I wanted to ask so badly but my social anxiety gets the best of me even online. But can I ask for a Dyrroth and male reader headcanons? Fluff or smut,I'm fine with whatever. Take your time <3

notes: male reader, sfw&nsfw, honestly dyrroth mains r a bully

© @/kikiwooo

SFW

Dyrroth is a possessive partner, he expects his mate to be loyal to him and only him, after all that's how he is to you. Literally what the fuck is sexuality? If the Abyss Prince wants something, he will get it. No matter what. No one dares to argue with him anyway, who are they? Some lowly insects they are to Dyrroth, easy to crush and break. All for you anyway, he wants you and will show it in every possible way.

Dyrroth is huge on physical affection, he'll grab, squeeze, lick and bite you. He doesn't even attempt to make it sexual, to feel you closer, that's normal, isn't it? The Abyss Prince loves to sneak behind you and hug you into his chest, he'll purr lowly into your ear too. He misses you, y'know~ Another thing that Dyrroth loves to rub himself to you, basically marking you with his scent. His scent on you is quite heavy, even more dominant than your own. You sometimes scare others because of that, I mean smelling like the Abyss Prince has quite the effect.

Play fighting is considered to be an act of affection in demon language so you two spar daily, if not hourly. He doesn't go easy on you, he wants his partner to be strong and not depend on him everytime, of course, he'll protect you with his everything, to his last drop of blood and breath.

NSFW

Dyrroth's sex life is basically his emotions, nothing more really. If he feels down for it, out of the blue he'd be deaf to your protests and drag you to god knows where. His body heat is naturally high so both of you are likely sweat a lot because of his warmth. For some reason he is obsessed with how your body reacts to him, when you say the opposite thing, it just skyrockets his ego and leaves so much room to tease you endlessly~

You both are switch in this relationship, Dyrroth doesn't take no as an answer, sometimes it's good to get dicked down. Dyrroth will be rough, if he's in the mood he'll go with your commands, what you wanna do basically. If not, oh boy good luck because it going to hurt a lot. Plus if he's frustrated enough to break you, he'll just act like a beast in heat. Grabbing your hips roughly that they'll bruise later and slam into you mercilessly, please be more loud, he wants everyone to know who's making you this feel good~

If he is the one who's getting a good dicked down, Dyrroth expects you to be same with him, rough. Please get a hold of his tail and pull, the most easy way to get him submissive. Grab onto his horns whilst thrusting pounding into him, bite down onto him, he's all yours to use.

His tail wags like a dog, when reaching his peak its starts to wag uncontrollably, like Dyrroth himself has to get a hold of his tail because it's embarrassing.

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Insatiable - MC

Honestly it was on you to think that they all would leave you alone. That you could enjoy your second chance in life without them by your side. You're not going anywhere.

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She met you first. 

She fell in love with you first.

It was a fact she liked to repeat often. Especially when they’d all fight over you, especially when they’d forget their place.

She was a child back then, having moved to a new place in a new town with Gran and Caleb. At that time lots of things didn’t make sense to her (they still don’t), why couldn’t she remember anything about her life before then, or why did the people in her house always look at her with something brewing in the back of their eyes. It was too much for a child so she locked it all away, too stubborn to admit it was always in the back of her head. Maybe that’s why she had liked you so much, because it all seemed to melt away when you were around and all she seemed to think about was you.

You had been her neighbour, younger than Caleb and older than her. Your parents had knocked on their door, a day after they moved in. You had been behind them, holding hands with your brother, later she’d learn you were the older twin by a few minutes. It was clear from the look on your face that you didn’t want to be there. Gran had answered the door, with her and Caleb not far behind, curious to know who their first visitors were. Her eyes had been drawn to you, your parents were bright and happy and your brother was too but you were quiet and your face blank. Pretty, had been her first thought. Your hair was short, reaching above your shoulders, your facial features though not symmetrical blended well together, you were wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts (it was a hot day afterall). Having been so lost in her thoughts of you, she nearly failed to realise when your parents introduced their kids to them. 

Your brother’s name she couldn’t be bothered to remember but your name gave her pause. She repeated it in her mind over and over again, she found she liked it but she liked saying it even more. When your gaze finally rested upon her, she had frozen. Your eyes were soft, It wasn’t like there was any malice in them or well…much of anything but they had pierced through her, like they saw everything, like they understood. Underneath the hot sun, they would glow, ready to ensnare any who dared to look into them, she thought you were a divine being the first time. Much later in life, you would ask her why she was so obsessed with your eyes, she wouldn’t tell you the real answer of course because how could she admit that she hated the idea of you looking at anyone but her, that she desired to keep you locked up so no one would look upon you? 

After your first meeting, she had quickly latched onto you, she might have been a child but she could tell you had no desire to be around them so she would never give you the choice to leave. Your parents and Gran had smiled at the quick friendship that formed between the four, she with you and your brother with Caleb. She found herself seeking you out, you weren’t in the same class since you were older but you’d walk back and forth to school together and she was with you at lunch. She wanted to know everything about you, you kept your hair short since you played soccer (she was always there at your matches screaming in support), you liked doing your nails (she started doing yours and you, hers), you adored animals, you did have an evol but you didn’t like using it and you didn’t have a favourite colour or book or song or movie because you just simply liked too many things to have a favourite. You were well liked at school, pretty and smart and gentle and… okay she could go on all day about you. It was clear from the way you drew people in, it was something about you perhaps the wisdom or maturity in you that seemed to shock even adults, you had countless boys and girls confessing to you yet you rejected all of them with the excuse that you were way too old for them, confusing everyone since some were a year younger but most were actually older than you. She was liked too, they saw her as bright and bubbly but she still overheard talk about how she was like your shadow, constantly bothering you etc. It didn’t help that she would always be seen by your side, talking your ear off with you quiet but still listening. At first she ignored it all but over time it started to get to her a little.

School had ended about two hours ago and she had followed you into your house. Your room was organised and matched your personality but remnants of her were scattered all around. The wall by your desk was littered with photos of you and her from the first day you had met, all the matches she had attended, the concert she had taken you to a month ago, the vacation your parents had taken both her and Caleb to, and numerous close ups of the two of you on numerous occasions. On your bed were all the plushies she had won for you. “Stand back kitten, daddy’s got this,” she had joked, pushing you away from the machine at the arcade you both frequently visited. She made a show out of it, rolling up her sleeves and presenting you with the plushie, “For the lovely lady.” This had made you laugh as you took the toy from her and placed a kiss on her cheek, something that never failed to puff her up with pride, afterall your laughs weren’t exactly common. There was an area in your closet, filled with nail polish of all colours, along with charms and tools that the two of you had saved up for. There was a small cabinet you had turned into yarn storage, she had decorated it with gems after helping you paint it. She didn’t care for knitting but her closet was filled with the clothes you had made for her. Stored in your closet was also a spare blanket and two pillows meant for her only, since she was always over. On your bookshelf had been books about heart conditions, one day while the two of you were playing, she had fainted in front of you. She could still remember the look of horror on your face as you rushed towards her. The books had appeared after that. 

It was the same for her too, you were everywhere in her room too. Her closet also had a blanket for you, it also had your actual clothes in there (she liked your scent on them), photos of you were everywhere, some of the makeup you used was on her vanity. It was a common occurrence for the two of you to just leave your things at the other’s. Tucked under her bed, was the box filled with beads from when she had gone through a jewelry making phase. She had made you a bracelet, it wasn’t pretty but it had her initials on it. You had taken the gift with a soft smile, gazing at it with a look in your eyes, you had then reached for the box and proceeded to make an identical one, except this one had your initials on it. Neither of you ever took the bracelets off.

She was laid all over your bed, talking animatedly about whatever she could while you were sitting at your desk, concentrating on your homework in front of you. Not a single sound had been coming from you, she wasn’t even sure you were listening. “...and then Samantha, oh you’ll never believe this…” she trailed off as doubts started creeping in, she slowly sat up and focused her attention on you, who was simply writing away. Was she annoying you? Did you find her annoying? What if you were only friends with her out of obligation? She couldn’t stop her thoughts from spiraling but she still heard the hum from you. You were looking at her with your head tilted in confusion. 

“Why’d you stop? What did Samantha do?” Your question made her snap out of it, her mouth was open in shock, she couldn’t stop the question from escaping her lips. “You were listening?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you moved onto a look of disbelief. “Course I was, I like listening to you talk.” 

That day she decided to ignore the instant barrage of emotions that erupted in her or how her heart seemed to beat so fast, her face a little flustered. 

She looked around your room, coming to an realisation that other than the people in the photos everything else in your room had only the two of you. You had included her in all your hobbies and talents, she had helped you with decorating your room, you only shared your clothes and accessories with her, you even let her take all of your time. In that moment she had felt so stupid for ever doubting you. 

“Okay so, Samantha…”

Of course, your friendship wasn’t without its obstacles. One being your brother and two being her brother-figure, Caleb. She couldn’t control her jealousy at your doting of your brother. He was very shy in life and a crybaby. Despite how close the two of you were, your affection was rare. It didn’t come naturally to you as it did for her, alot of the hugs and so on were initiated by her. Which was why she couldn’t handle how easily you’d take his hands into yours to comfort him, how you could place kisses on his head when you had never done so for her and most of all how quickly you’d leave her when he needed you. Which was all the time. The rational side of her tried to comfort her, he was your brother, your twin, she knew twins often had a special connection and this was evident in the way you seemed to communicate with your brother without even talking. It never worked though, she hated him. She was aware it was selfish and cruel of her to expect you to only give her attention but it didn’t stop her from desiring it anyway. The problem with Caleb occurred when she began to pull away from him, it didn’t help that he was older and often not around so naturally you became the person she’d go to when she needed something. He had become fast friends with your brother, his shy nature helped and the fact that your brother preferred men seemed to calm him down. She knew he never really liked you from the start, he noticed how smitten she was, but he always hid it from you until he didn’t. He knew it was childish to take his jealousy out on you but he couldn’t help it, his indifferent replies to you became colder, his empty gaze now seemed angry as he recalled all the times she would decline a hangout with him because she already had plans with you. He missed how she used to seek him out. 

His behaviour caused you to pull away, you stopped showing up at their house as often and even started saying no to plans and pushing her towards him instead. You never took offence to his attitude, almost like you expected it, and that’s what she liked about you. Instead of getting angry like most (including her) would’ve, you instead understood him. You sat her down and explained that she needed to prioritise him as well, especially with all he’d done for her but she had refused to listen, picking a fight with him instead. After a couple days of her pouting and silent treatment, Caleb realised how sad she was with you not around and apologised, to you and her. From then on it became common for all three of you to hang out together, she was aware that Caleb still didn’t like you but he remained civil. Of course this would change later but that’s for another time.

Most nights, when she’d be curled up in her bed, she would lift her arm up and look at the gaudy bracelet on her wrist and she’d remember those times, when things were good but she was cursed to never have happiness for long. 

She could never forget that day, she had gone to bed normally only to be woken up by Gran the next. It wasn’t until she heard sirens from outside, police and ambulance, that she shot up out of bed and rushed down. Gran had tried to stop her and warn her but it all blended into the background as she took in the scene in front of her. Yellow tape in front of your house, a blockade with officers standing guard to prevent any trespassing, many neighbours still in their pajamas were standing around, all of them confused. The only thing she saw was your brother on a stretcher, an oxygen mask on his face and covered in blood being rushed into an ambulance. It was all she needed to run towards you, she easily jumped over the tape as officers around her realised and tried to stop her. She got inside your house before she was stopped, an arm was around her and a gruff voice was speaking to her but she couldn’t concentrate. Your living room was covered in blood, the bodies of your parents were on the floor but you weren’t there. She didn’t remember much after that, it wasn’t until she felt Caleb’s hands on her face that she came to, back in her house with no clue how she got there. His face was filled with concern and questions were in his mouth. None of which she could answer anyways.

It took a day before they found out what had happened. Afterall, the neighbourhood was a safe one so naturally people became curious and it wasn’t long until the press showed up for coverage. In the night, while everyone was sleeping in their houses, a call from your phone had been placed to the authorities. Your voice in it was shaky but your words were in a whisper as you told the operator that there was someone in your house, you were only able to give your address before the call cut. When the police showed up and knocked on the door, no response came. They had no choice but to break the door down, two minutes later they requested for an ambulance and more officers. Your brother had been found, stab wounds all over, duct tape over his mouth but he had been alive, barely alive. Your parents weren’t so lucky. But you? You were gone. That had been the extent of all she knew for a while, until she became a hunter and was able to access the files on the investigation.

They had found someone else’s blood, and with how it matched your family’s, it was concluded that it was yours. Evidence of struggle was all over the place, primarily your scratches on the walls leading to the back door. The bracelet she had given had been ripped apart, the beads all over the room. You had been taken and it remained unsolved as to why. The person who wrote the report noted that whoever had done this was experienced and not alone, they had subdued your family to get you to not fight, one had to kill them and the other was probably holding you down. It was all done quickly, had it not been for your call, police wouldn’t have come so quickly and your brother likely would’ve been dead by the time someone noticed. Missing posters of you were put all over town and she got used to seeing your face on every news channel. She still kept a poster, tucked away in her desk drawer. After five years of no leads, you had been declared legally dead. The funeral had been small and she didn’t cry. Your gravestone was right next to your parent’s. While Caleb and your brother would return there from time to time she never visited. How could she cry and talk to you, if you weren’t in there? 

She didn’t know what to feel. She was numb and for the first time in her life, she was quiet. She had gotten so used to your presence that she didn’t know what to do without you in her life. Each day seemed to just pass by with her frozen. The two of you were so close that people still asked her where her other half was before freezing, their eyes wide as they realised what they said with apologies shooting out of their mouths. Caleb was affected too, before your disappearance she saw the look in his eyes change towards you, she recognised it because she looked at you that way too. He had started teasing you, particularly about your height (you’d get mad at him since you were tall for your age and for a woman, it wasn’t your fault he was freakishly tall), he found joy in your reactions to your misfortune and so he had began to seek you out more. This didn’t go unnoticed by her but if there was one person she didn’t mind sharing you with, it was him. The two of them found solace in one another, they wouldn’t say anything but many nights were spent sitting side by side in silence, both of them looking at a picture of the three of you at Caleb’s high school graduation. You had shown up with a bouquet of hydrangeas mixed with daisies which had been her favourite flowers and lilies which had been yours. It was an odd combination but she thought it was beautiful and by the look on Caleb’s face, so did he. You had also gifted him a bracelet just as hideous, with yours and hers initials on it. “Didn’t want you to be left out,” you had teased. 

The photo had Caleb in the middle, holding his certificate and your bouquet, you were on his right side and she was on his left. The both of you had intertwined your arms around his and all three of you had beaming smiles on your faces. Plans had been made for the summer since Caleb would be off to university and those plans had never come to fruition due to your disappearance. 

The two often visited your brother at the hospital, he had fallen into a coma and sometimes she would stand over him wishing he had been taken and it was you there instead. A couple months later he would wake up and no memories of the night. She wasn’t sure what would happen to him since your grandparents were long gone and both your parents had been the only child in their families. But he had looked so much like you so she had begged Gran to take him in and she did. Your brother was a mess, she couldn’t blame him, he needed several months in recovery with physical therapy to learn how to walk again. His body was now forever changed, no longer healthy as it used to be, hospitals would now be a constant in his life. He didn’t have you anymore, so she stepped up, giving him the comfort you would have and to her surprise her care for him became genuine. Despite him being older she saw him as the younger brother she never had. Keeping up the tradition you had started, she had given him an ugly bracelet, this one had your initials and your parents. However later when she noticed the addition of her’s and Caleb’s, she refused to acknowledge the softness she felt.

As time passes, the wound you left behind on everyone never fades. They were all cowards however, cowards who refused to speak of you because then it would become real. They’d ignore how she had your clothes still refusing to wash them because your scent was on them, she’d ignore how a shirt of yours disappeared only to end up in Caleb’s closet or how your brother was now wearing your jacket, they would ignore any photos they came across of you in another’s room or how they all avoided all the things you enjoyed and how they would conveniently when the day you went missing would come around again. Instead they all forced themselves to move on. Caleb became a pilot, she a hunter and your brother an archivist. She reunited with Zayne, met Xavier and Rafayel. Your brother met his husband and at the wedding, three seats were left unoccupied in the front.

Everyone had always thought what you two had was friendship, sisterhood even, this included both you and her. It wasn’t until one of the university parties a friend had dragged her too, where she met a girl who looked similar to you, did she realise. She went to the girl’s dorm that night, refusing to look her in the eyes because it wouldn’t be you staring back, ignoring the moans escaping from the girl because they weren’t yours and having to bite down on the girl’s shoulder to stop herself from moaning your name instead. She left as soon as it was over, shame settling in her stomach, was this what she reduced you to? But she couldn’t stop herself anytime she found someone who reminded her of you.

In her weak moments when the pain of you got too much, she couldn’t stop her hand from wandering into her underwear, shivering as her fingers touched against her. Her thumb rubbing on her clit while her fingers moved in and out of her, her mind was occupied with thoughts of you. Her realisation of her feelings for you had awoken something in her. If you were still alive, how would you look? Would you still keep your hair short or would you let it grow out? Would the chubbiness of youth in your face disappear? Or would it remain? Would you get even taller? Would you continue soccer, gaining muscles (a shiver crept through her at the thought), or would you be lean, would you gain weight? She couldn’t stop her thoughts from becoming more sinful, she knew she should feel guilty but she didn’t. What would your body feel like against hers? Would you let her between your legs? Would you go between hers? Would you be sensitive when she’d feel all around your body, simply admiring the masterpiece that is you? Would you be more dominant? Or would you let her take the lead? Would you blush if she’d admit all the things she wanted to do to you? How would you feel if she revealed that she wanted to take you in front of anyone who thought they could be yours? It never took her long to finish to the thoughts of you and afterwards she would lie there before sobs overtook her body, she’d never get to know.

She’d often wonder what it was about you that had her trapped only to easily answer her own question. You saw her. You understood her in a way no one could, she would catch you looking at her sometimes, an expression of wonder on your face like you couldn’t believe she was real. She already knew she loved your eyes, she loved your hair, you didn’t like people touching it but you always allowed her. She loved how you adored getting fed by someone and also feeding someone, how you loved resting your head on her lap, she loved how important sleep was to you and how she used to find you sleeping in the most weird places (like a garden bed), she loved your smile and she loved your laugh. She loved how her name sounded when you said it and with that she adored your voice as well, it was melodic to her.  She adored your love for baking, your dream had been to open your own bakery and she had promised to be your first customer to which you had replied, “Naturally.” She loved your horrible sense of humour. She loved your gentleness, not just towards her but towards the world. She loved how cryptic you could be sometimes, she could often see something dark in your eyes, like you had experienced some horrible things and sometimes you would ask her things like:

“Do you believe in past lives?”

“What if I told you none of this was real?”

“How do you feel about dragons?”

Most importantly, she loved how you saw her as her own person, someone capable. With her heart condition, she was used to being coddled by everyone, infantilised by her family but never with you. When she had revealed her dreams of being a hunter, she was asked to reconsider for her own well being but you had supported her with a smile and a look like you expected it (see? cryptic). When she got lectured by Gran and Caleb for beating up a group of boys that thought she’d be an easy target, you had fist bumped her and took her out to dinner because she had made you proud. You never second guessed her decisions and even in her more bratty moments you knew how to handle her. Later when she had met everyone else, she couldn’t help the pit in her stomach when they looked at her like that. Like she was everything, like they had been waiting for her for a long time, she didn’t like the expectations they had. She felt burdened by their unintentional emotions, it had never been like that with you. It was easy with you since you never looked at her like that, like you were desperate for her to remember you, to be with you in a way she never could. You had no expectations of her yet you let her into your life anyways.

So, how could you just leave her behind? How could you give her the privilege of knowing all that is you and then take it away. 

A/N: are you tired of the non-mc fics where MC gets painted as a demon straight from hell? Here's one she's obsessed with you instead!

The woman in me who loves women took over while writing this and she cannot be controlled.

For those who don't understand the kid is screaming: "I'm here dad! Come here!" His father comes and asks him: "where is your mother?" The kid cries: "she died, she died."

Then the child explains that his foot is injured and his father tries to comfort him.

This is evil. The child literally met his dad at the hospital by accident, he watched his mom die and had to break the news to his father. What kind of power will save these children from this trauma? I know children in gaza are so strong and resilient, but children are children regardless.

Use your voice to end this genocide. Enough, CEASEFIRE NOW!

daily life of doggy reader and nanami

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rubbing yourself on him once he comes home after a long day, and being proud of the mess you did in the living room. sure, the sight of the dirt from the large broken vase scattered on the floor made a vein bulge out from the side of his temple. but you're too cute to get yelled or scolded at :( whatever will he do to teach you a lesson.

"n'mi! i missed you!" you looked up at him while he was removing his shoes, his tired eyes meet yours, so bright and eager to know about how his day went. he lets out a heavy sigh before petting your head and rubbing your ears. he chuckles quietly before getting on one knee and scratching your chin. kento watches as your smile grew wider and tail wagged faster. "you seemed to have forgotten what i keep telling you sweetheart." your ears perked, what was it? to not make anymore messes? "dogs don't speak honey." then kissing your forehead before he got up.

clean up and time out. now for you to not make anymore messes, he has to keep you in your cage :((, and you don't like the cage, the bars are cold and you can't nuzzle against or cuddle nanami !

after finally sweeping away all the dirt and glass shards, he hears your loud whines echo throughout the hallways. like a kitten in the rain hungry for food and warmth. you look so pitiful, so tiny and cute in your little cage. lips formed to a pout and eyes all shiny from tears building up.

punishment time. bad boys gotta learn their lessons after doing things that shouldn't be done! so he'd have you lay flat on your tummy and on his lap while he gives you stinging spanks.

his right hand tugs on your tail, exposing your smooth rump while the other hits and gropes your ass, "im sorry pup, but if i wont do this then you'll continue making messes. i just need to teach you a few lesson love" it hurts, your butt hurts! even if you try to voice out your pained whines he ignores you :( but if you squirm even more then nanami'll just get angrier and spank you harder. "you're a mess everywhere., even here.." kento presses the flatsvof his fingertips on your folds and spreads them open. "such a dirty boy"

play time!! after kissing the red away from your burning ass he'll have you lay on top of him while and make it so he's face to face with your hungry pussy.

using a few of his fingers he'll spread your folds open and just watches as your hole clenches around nothing. after listening to your desperate whines and mewls he just can't resist. he'll dig 2 of his inside till the knuckles, his long fingers just reach the places you can't. "w-wuff.. mmnn..." you reach down to your pulsating clit, rubbing circles around it till your on the verge of an orgasm. "hands off pup. what an impatient little boy."

breeding and presenting.

after following him everywhere and around the house. you eventually become tired and rest in your bedroom. kento notices you've been missing for a while now,. and searches for you, he just didn't know that he'd find you humping his pillow that's now stained a very feint shade of yellow. "ahh.. wu-wuhh, nami... m'sorry." your pink wet cunt presses on side of the pillow while your tail wagged at a slow pace the moment he came in. the sight of you dirtying his pillow made him harder than ever.

he eagerly got on the bed, hungry to just bury his dick balls deep inside you

"look at you, so cute.." he holds your tail up to lift your lower half off the mattress and aligne his cock tip with your hole. his hot tip slowly sliding inside is enough to split you in half, the slick your producing doesn't help one bit. he's stretching you out! if he were to fuck you with that inhuman size he wouldn't be able to pull out. therefore, breeding you! "wait-! y-you're too big, f'you put that in i-i'll die!!" you try to crawl away from him but his free hand holds you down and prevents you from proceeding any further. "silly dog. if you relax, it won't hurt, and im certain you won't die. so calm down and loose up for me okay?"

it's already midnight, how long were you two at it? he's still inside you, still pumping you full.

your eyes slowly flutter open to the sound of bed creeks, "are you awake?" was all you heard before the thrusting stopped and he slammed his hips into yours. the familiar feeling of his hot cum getting shot inside your womb comes back to you and wakes you up. "fuck.. don't fall asleep this time okay?" nanami whispers in your ears before continuing his merciless fucking you.

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a/n: i should quit 💀 i actually might delete this omg, my fucking writing powers are gone

Good morning. This might be my last message from the city of Rafah. The occupation [Israel] is carrying out crazy fire. Violent belts. As you’re hearing, there are helicopters. Planes and gunfire from the vehicles. There’s a complete invasion of the city.

We don’t know what is going on in Rafah. The place that the occupation [Israel] claimed to be safe. This is happening all of a sudden; the people didn’t go out. They didn’t do anything. More than thirty targets were hit in just minutes. People were asleep. We woke up to the bombing, to the shooting from the helicopters. It was horrifying. Unacceptable. This might be my last message. Please relay it to the world.

— Hazem, journalist residing in Rafah; 02.11.2024

Rafah was Palestinians’ very last safe zone. There is quite literally nowhere else left to go. And now it’s being bombed with airstrike after airstrike.

The urge to rewrite a story and turn it into a male reader type is so strong 🗿🗿

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Hello, I am Maysa Al-Dahdouh from Gaza. My family and I face death, hunger, and diseases daily. We are a Palestinian family in need of help from anyone with a living conscience, a compassionate heart, and an understanding of humanity.

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I am reaching out to you today, standing firm against incredible challenges. Life in our area has become increasingly difficult due to the ongoing and escalating conflict, and I struggle to secure the basic necessities for myself and my family.

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I am married to Hussam Al-Dahdouh, and I am 38 years old. I have five children: Jamal, 16 years old; Muhammad, 14 years old, who suffers from a chronic illness known as Mediterranean fever and must take lifelong medication; Layan years old; Amir, 8 years old;

We have faced death dozens of times. Our home was completely damaged and burned down, making it uninhabitable. We have been displaced more than 20 times and have miraculously survived certain death. We have lost over 100 relatives, neighbors, and loved ones. The area I live in is subjected to rockets, shelling, and gunfire every day. We struggle to find healthy food, clean drinking water, and medication for my son Muhammad. My children can no longer return to school.

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