Take It...real Slow ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

She’s a 10 but she giggles and kicks her feet when big scary men say they want kidnap her.

I think Hawks likes being objectified in bed, but he specifically likes being reduced to his cock.

Yeah. That kind of objectification is the exact kind that hits the fuckin' spot.

Keigo probably wouldn't even be aware of this kink, either. It just sort of slips out in his teasing. When you ride him in bed, drunk on his cock, he makes the offhanded remark, "mm, you really like that, huh? S'like I'm not even here..."

And the glaze in his eyes as he says it, the blush that creeps up his chest, towards his neck and brushing his cheeks, is not one to go unnoticed.

Keigo likes making comments like "use me" in the middle of you fucking. Hides his smile as he says, "you can do whatever you want to me" when you ask if it's okay to hug him from behind as he washes the dishes. Asks seemingly out of nowhere if any of your sex toys feel as good as he does— knowing the answer, but not quite knowing why getting compared to a sex toy has him itching for another round.

Indulge Keigo a little. Call him letting you ride him to your heart's content a "service" and his brain will malfunction, an electrical misfiring. He'll say "yes" and have to swallow to cut himself off from springing a new title on you right then and there.

It's so easy to get him riled up; because Keigo is a man who, if nothing else, enjoys the simple pleasures.

Part of him wants to be a simple pleasure for you, too.

Call it the service top in him. Blame it on his proclivity to please you in bed— no, really. Tell him it's because he loves to be of use. Whisper it in Keigo's ear as his eyes roll back and he can do nothing but nod and agree and cum.

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“remember the first time i fucked you? you couldn’t take all of me, scared you never would. now look at you, pretty little pussy all stretched out for me, taking me so well. i’m so proud of you, baby….”

…as you’re pushing your hips back into his, needy moans begging him to fuck you deeper.

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Cream, please!

aka JJK men being down bad with their cum

content: LOTS OF CUMPLAY, smut, creampie and eating it out (Gojo), slight somnophilia and cum marking (Geto), breeding and plugs (Nanami), cumming into panties and making you wear said panties (Toji)

a/n: I apologise for my depravity, it will happen again

Gojo Satoru who will vehemently insist on creampieing you at every given opportunity, just so he can eat out his cum from your soaking wet pussy. He likes to think it's a dessert, after all his hard work of fucking you silly. He'll drag you by your shaking legs so that you're sitting on his face, his nose bumping up against your overstimulated clit as he slurps greedily at your cunt. If he's feeling extra salacious, he'll have you hover over his face, watching his cum drip out of your pussy and onto his waiting tongue.

Geto Suguru who will wake you up with soft murmurs and his cock over your abdomen, climaxing when your pretty eyes finally flutter open. He coats your tits and stomach, whispering to you that you make such a pretty canvas for his cum. You're not allowed to wash it off, not allowed to even touch it. He'll dress you up for work as his seed dries beneath your clothes, sending you off with a kiss and a pleased smirk, his little secret under your proper appearance. When you get back home, he makes you strip, so he can check that his cum marks are still there.

Nanami Kento who makes it a point to plug you up with a toy every time he finishes in you. He won't keep it in for too long if you two haven't talked about having children yet, but if you have, he makes you wear it almost around the clock. He'll pump his load into you and stuff you with the toy, till you're basically his glorified cum dumpster; he loves how you go on with your day without a second thought once he's done, like he hasn't just cum deep into your cervix. He rubs your tummy, distended slightly with the amount of cum he's given you, and prays that it'll take, that you'll be with child.

Toji Fushiguro who cums into your panties so you remember who you belong to. He'll jerk himself off with the underwear you'll be wearing for the day, and when he's coated the inside of it with his thick load, he'll make you stand in front of him so he can put it on you. He thinks it's cute, the way you step into the soaking panties, shivering when you feel his cum meet your pussy. He'll snap the crotch against your cunt, just to hear the wet squelch. He makes sure to give you refills throughout the day, pulling you into bathrooms and fisting himself, shooting his cum down the front of your panties, watching them stain white.

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