sen sei

Ulan be.

Düşünsenize dostum diyorsun kardesim diyorsun herseyden çok güveniyorsun canın cigerin gibi görüyorsun. Agladığında kötü hissedip sende onunla ağlıyorsun. O üzülmesin diye o biraz mutlu olsun diye elinden geleni yapıyorsun. Aman ona zarar gelmesin aman mutsuz olmasın dersleri gelecegi iyi olsun vs vs diye elinden geleni yapıyorsun. Kötü arkadaşlıkları oluyor bir abla gibi korumaya çalışıyorsun. Sürekli hediyelerle vs vs mutlu etmeye calısıyorsun. Kardeşim dostum demissindir çünkü. Sonra zaman geçiyor geçiyor. Sen yalnızlığa alısmıssın. Ona dostum diyorsun ya hani. Yalnız degilimin mutluluguna kapılıyorsun. Bir dostun var diyorsun. Mutlu oluyorsun. Hep kardesim olsun istemistim diye aptal aptal gülümsüyorsun. Sonra ne mi oluyor? Gidiyorum diyor. Sogudum gidiyorum diyor. Pesine düşüyorsun hic mi gurur yok sende diyor. Canım gidiyor. Cigerin gidiyor. Kopuyor senden. Kardesin gidiyor abi ya? Kardesin gidiyor. Ve sen hic bir sey yapamiyorsun. Sonra bir ton mesaj atıyorsun. Arkadaşı sana yazıyor “gitti kızım gitti kendine gel artık” diye. Abi hani et tırnaktan ayrılmazdı? Sonra yıkıldım. Hani öyle böyle değil. Mahfoldum. Intihar ettim. Antidepresanlar kullandım. Ama öyle bir antidepresan degil. Aglamak istiyorsun aglayamıyorsun. Tırmalıyorsun kendini. Sinir krizleri geciriyorsun. Dusunsenize kardesin gibi gormussun. Canın gibi gormussun. Onun mutlulugunu icin gebermissin. Sana sogudum gidiyorum diyor. Sonra karakterlerimiz uyusmuyor annemden babamdan cok karısıyor o yaptıysa bende ona yaptım diyor falan. Ulan kardesim demisim kardesim gibi gorrmusum canim cigerim demisim. Ne demek karakterlerimiz uyusmuyor? Ne demek sogudum gidiyorum? Bardak mı cöpe atıyorsun? Olum ne oluyor lan size? Hangi ara bu kadar gaddar oldunuz? Kardesim demeyin dostum demeyin hic gitmeyecekmis gibi durmayin falan. Abi ölüyoruz. Geberiyoruz. Paramparca olduk anlamıyor musunuz? Bizim de duygularımız var ne olur eğer gercekten aranız bozulmus olsa bile sogudum demeyin gidiyorum demeyin gitmeyin abi. Kardes gider mi hic? Dost gider mi hic lan? Siz gidiyorsunuz biz geberiyoruz ölüyoruz eriyoruz. Siz ise hayatınıza devam ediyorsunuz. Gitseniz bile yavas yavas gidin. Nefret ettirin. Ama insanların hayatlarını mahfetmeyin amınakoyim. Ağlamaktan icimiz çürüyor lan bizim. Siz ise sizin icin bir damla gözyası bile dökmeyen insanlara deger veriyorsunuz. Iste bu bizi daha çok kanatıyor. Sonra da kıskanclık diyorsunuz. Sizin icin saatlerce aglayan insanları siktir edip size kucucuk bile deger vermeyen insanlarla zaman geciriyorsunuz. Biz mahfoluyoruz oysa. Et tırnaktan ayrılır mı söyleyin? Allahım bana dayanma gücü ver atıcam kendimi diyorum her gün ben. Deger miydi lan? Madem gidicektiniz siktir olup gitseydiniz? Kardesim demeseydiniz. Hic gitmeyecek gibi olmasaydiniz. Kullanip pecete gibi atmasaydiniz kenara. Hayatımızı mahfettiniz be. Birdaha kimseye kardesim dost vs vs demeyin. Sonra inanıyoruz sonra siktir olup gidiyorsunuz. Ne oluyor biliyor musunuz? Siz hayatlarınıza devam ederken biz günden güne ölüyoruz be.



Sensei’s home, well, it’s a splendid apartment.

Forgetting the smoldering heat of my body, it was the splendid kind that left you dazed with your mouth wide open looking upwards.

As expected, when you think of a game’s capture target, it isn’t strange to have these kind of fortunes but……..

It kinda makes my mind chaotic.

A little mob character like me gets to come to sensei’s house, moreover, getting thi—s and tha—t done to me, is this reality?

Did I play too many otome games from my past life that I’m seeing a strange dream?

——-While I thought so, I was still happy.

Somewhat losing it, Kurekamiji-sensei already wanted to do it as much as he’d like.

[Mnn…. Sen, sei…]

Riding the elevator, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me as if wanting to devour me.

Sensei’s leg wedged between my thighs.

The burning desire which calmed a little came back in an instant making my flesh heat up.

The area of the pants above sensei’s knee was stained with honey that flowed from within me.

The sleek sensation of the cloth felt rougher because of it getting wet which stimulated my secret place even more.

Biting on my throat, I bent my body backwards. With his teeth slowly biting unto me, I felt scared inside.

[Ngh….. Can’t,….breath…]

I pleaded as I genuinely thought I might die when sensei spoke with serious eyes

[I wanna eat you up and devour you like this…..]

His heated, glazed tone strangely made me shiver.

I feel like I’m being targeted by a vampire. With my throat being bitten, I’m like an entranced sacrifice.

At this rate, I wonder if we’ll go all the way to the end…… but, I don’t think I’d hate that.

—— while thinking about it, I’m happy. Yes, even if it wasn’t something so cute.

When the elevator reached our floor, his lips separated from mine.

My leg felt powerless and can’t stand well but….. the next moment, my vision went blurry.

Eh? What?

Just when I thought so, sensei carried me over his shoulder.

His shoulder is digging into my stomach….. Wait, normally isn’t it supposed to be princess carry?

——–and while I was just thinking that, a lecherous hand started to caress the underside of my thigh, and then moved upwards……. Wait, I’m not wearing panties! No, even if I did, it’s still bad!

[Se-se-se, sensei! Stop! Stop! STOP!]


I can’t even voice out a word of rejection.

The hand that touched my bare butt was strangely hot……

[Sen….. sei……Hyaaa]

I’m supposed to strongly refuse this but when he brushed against a sensitive area, an unusually sweet voice came from me. At the same time, I felt honey flowed out once again.

Th-th-this is bad, right…….

The heavy door opened with the keycard and just like that, sensei slipped into the entrance. He removed his shoes messily, and without speaking a work, continued into long strides.

[Se-sensei. My, shoes.]

I desperately appealed while looking back but he wasn’t listening at all.

His hands that were moving lecherously a while ago was now tightly holding my butt.

But, as if trying to show his passion, his fingers dug into my skin deeper and deeper.

[I’ll bite your tongue. Stay silent.]

As he spoke in a low voice, my vision went blurry once again.

As if floating, I thought [I’m gonna fall!], and shut my eyes.

Afterwards, my body bounced softly from a spring.

Timidly opening my I eyes, it seems I was let down on top of a bed.

As he leaned forward, he took my shoes off and flung it away. And just like that, grasped my right ankle and spread my legs wide open.

[Hyaaaa….. Nn]

My mouth that let out a surprised and panicked tone was soon covered up with sensei’s lips. His tongue impatiently slipped inside, forcibly thrusting down my throat.

It excited me so much deep inside.


In the next moment, something was pushed inside my secret place with force and my body jolted. It’s probably sensei’s fingers.

His fingers moved around presumptuously inside the walls of my vagina trying to loosen it up.

I felt my insides squeeze tight. Just when I thought that sensei’s fingers stop for a moment, he casually pulled them out.


I should be scared from his rough handling but my insides were telling me it wasn’t enough.

Meanwhile, a lot of honey continued to flow out.

I don’t want this anymore, this isn’t like me at all!

I certainly DO love erotic games, the heroine feels it easily and I liked seeing her go Ahhhn~~ AAHHNN~ but, I never thought of myself becoming like this. Aren’t I simply like a bitch?

I feel so pathetic my tears will fall.

With my legs spread wide open, sensei thrust his finger roughly, and then I start to feel it…..

Whichever it is, this is too much for a mob character!

[Crying won’t help~. I’ve already decided, you’ll be mine.]

When he released my lips, he gently licked my shut eyes.

My body still reacted from his yandere line.


This time, something thicker was thrusted inside rapidly. My insides tightened up in pleasure.

[Even when I put in two, it seems you’re still fine….. Rina, have you, cum before?]

[Nnnn…. Don’t move it around, sensei.]

Sensei mentioned something but just enduring the movement of his fingers were already taking my all and so it didn’t quite register in my mind.

[Ri~na. Answer me. Have you played with yourself before and came?]

[Naaa….. Wha…..t’s.. that]


When he said ‘here’, his inserted fingers stirred inside, and even stimulated the bud with his thumb. My body jolted twice, thrice as electric currents rushed forth.

[Whoa, don’t cum. Whether it’s here or inside…… have you touched yourself and made yourself feel good before?]

When I was questioned about such an unbelievable thing, my blood flowed backwards.

[Tha, that’s, I haven’t! ……. AAAAaaa]

As soon as I answered, his fingers inside moved roughly.

[Then, making you feel good like this, is your first time?]

Sensei held my chin and peered into my eyes.

Going back even through my previous life, I haven’t played there with myself!

Of course, it wasn’t done to me either!

Thinking as such, I desperately nodded while sensei just laughed.

[Well then, the only one who has played with this, is me huh….. you’re, not allowed to masturbate, for the rest of your life.]

[HAAA? ……. Nngh]

[I’ll be enough to make you feel good. Even if it’s you who touched yourself, you’ll be punished.]

I wonder, I feel that he just said something absurd.

Sensei planted a light kiss just as I was confused from his words and stimulus he just bestowed.

[I’ll make you cum a whole lot later, I’ll make you feel good ‘til you drop dead but……. Sorry. I’ll make you mine first.]


[I have to make you mine faster or else, it’ll just make me worried.]


Panicking from his terrifying words, I tried to push away sensei’s chest but he grabbed both of my wrists and pressed it above my head.

While I was losing my mind, my eyes looked around when I noticed that the front of sensei’s pants came loose at some point.

[Sorry ‘bout this.]

His low, feverish whisper was the last thing I heard.


His hot rod roughly plunged inside.

Hallucinating as if being stabbed, my mind went blank.


-WOW… so basically… this is rape… right?? But was it really?? She kinda liked it but was kinda denying it…. So what’s the truth??

Test Ride

((I mean….I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry >///~~///< Also this is really tiny and fast, I’m additionally sorry if it isn’t all that wonderful >><<))

Soft, thick, so thick, curling into—around—


Fuck, he was so fucking gorgeous, and there was—there was just so much…


He dug his fingers into his hips, he could grab handfuls, fistfuls, hold him tight—tighter—harder—


Harder, deep—shit, so fucking deep, oh God his ass cheeks hadn’t squeezed like this before—


Ripples, from the force—from him—out through his belly, his thighs—with every—every—

“Turn,” he huffed, and the blonde was wining as he did, as he melted into his arms, and leaned—oh holy shit his ass was perfect it was huge it was jiggling grinding slipp— “Fuck!

He—he had to be hurting—from how fast, how hard, but he kept on pushing back, harder, rougher, he was so loud, he was so hot, he was so hot, God damn he was frickin’ bouncing off his dick—


Hot, hothothot—hotter with his—filling—

 “S-Sai–! Ai, Ii—“

Oh, oh God, oh God clenching—with each cry—pulling him in, keeping him…keeping him close…and calling his name…shaking…slumping…


He was under him, breathing heavy…still whimpering, still pressing…

“Fuck,” Saitama gasped, hugging him to his chest. He felt his student squeeze once, twice as he pulled away, and if he had any energy for another round that probably would’ve been the start of it. Damn…what was that, the third…or fourth…

“Sen…sei…” Saitama waited for more, but all that followed it were these throaty sighs… Geeze, neither of them could talk…

“…So…good,” the man forced, feeling the boy’s stomach squish between his fingers as he tugged them both onto their sides. He knew he was technically lighter now—wasn’t that the reason Kuseno gave for the new body?—but he’d never felt this…solid, before…

A chuckle, along with a plated hand covering his own, and then, “I take it…Sensei appreciates…the new armor?”

Saitama opened his mouth to answer—he really did—but his mouth went a dry as he remembered his waist bulging as he was put on his back, of his thighs shaking on their first go…the actual shockwaves that ran through his rolls whenever he’d push into him…

…and buried his head into the blonde’s curls.

‘Appreciate’ wasn’t even the half of it.

WOAH WHAT!!!! WHAT!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???!!! @criscura, this is…!!!! REALLY HOT??? I’m at a loss for words!!!!… THANK YOU!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Aslinda insanlarin anlam veremedigi senin nasil devam etmen. Soyle anlatiyim sana insanlarin sevdigi biri hayata olsa bile yillarca bekliyorlar hic biriyle olmadan. Onlarin algiladigi sey ise ‘unutmus’ olman ki oyle bisey yok. Anlamadiklari sey ise sen tam topraga karisirken Berke seni orda cikartip hayata getirdi. Onlarinki bir umut hayatta sonucta gelir diye ama seninkisi bir mecburiyet cunku arasanda onu bulamiycaksin. Yasamadam kimse anliyamaz. Seviliyorsun xx

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“Are You Drunk?” [Saitama x Genos]

Requested by @sai-pop!

Genos giggled.

At first, Saitama thought he had misheard him, that it was just Genos muttering to himself or something. But then, he did it again. “Uh, hey, dude,” Saitama asked from the living room, “You okay?”

“Of course, Sai-sei. Sens…tama.” He could see his blond hair through the window of the kitchen shake for a second, as if he were clearing his head. “Sensei. Of course, Sensei.”

Saitama shrugged and went back to watching the television, scratching his rear until he realized that a smell was tickling his nose. Like something burning. He glanced up again, but Genos was at the sink, and dinner had already been cooked and eaten. “Oi, Genos. Do you smell something?”

“My body is incapable of producing flatulence, Sensei. You cannot blame that on me.”

“What the - that’s not what I -”

“I am not your dog, Sensei!” Genos didn’t giggle that time. He outright guffawed.

“Dude, are you drunk?” He got up then and hurried into the kitchen, almost gagging as he came through the doorway. Now he knew what had been causing the aroma: Genos was using his normal method of air-drying the dishes using his incinerator. However, instead of the usual low setting, he could see the blue of a fueled flame like a butane torch, scorching and destroying what few dishes they had. “Genos!”

When the cyborg looked up at him, the gold rings of his eyes were blinking, like glitching lights. “Sensei!” he said with matching vigor. “You shouldn’t be in here!”

“Why not?!”

Genos didn’t have an answer to that, but he stepped forward towards him, arms out and shaky. “Please, allow me this favor and let me be your…kitchen robot.”

“Easy, Genos.” He reached out carefully and took his hands. “You’re not being yourself.”

Then, the tears starts, thick and dark running down his cheeks. “I love you so much, Sensei…I’ve failed you. Forgive me. I should not be called your disciple.” He sobbed openly, practically throwing himself against Saitama’s chest.

The hero patted his back awkwardly. “Dude, it’s…fine. We’ll get you to the doctor.”

“Don’t disassemble me, Sensei!” he howled.

“Oh my God, Genos.”

More sobbing.

“Genos. I love you, too. Don’t cry. We’ll figure this out.” His arms circled him, and that’s when he felt several large squares on his back. “Genos, what is on you?” He turned him around (which took a second with how he was being clung to) and realized that there were…magnets stuck all over him. Saitama didn’t know much about electronics, but he knew that magnets weren’t good for them, so maybe that explained the erratic behavior. “Hold still for a second. I’m going to get these off of you.”

Genos stilled, a slight tremor going through him. After a moment, he demanded, “Hold my hand.”


“Hold my damn hand, Sensei!” Now the crying had subsided into something like paranoia. Fear. And a touch of anger.

Saitama reached around and grasped him, their fingers entwining, and he couldn’t help laughing. “I’ve never heard you curse before.”

“I’ve cursed before!” Genos insisted as Saitama removed several magnets. He recalled when Sonic had shown up briefly and figured he was probably to blame.

“Well, yeah, but not at me. It’s just…funny. You seem like more of a regular guy, you know?”

Genos was silent as Saitama finished removing the magnets. He put them in a bag and set them in the hallway, out of range of Genos’s circuitry. When he returned, Genos was looking at the floor, wiping his face clean. Saitama pulled him into another hug. “Don’t worry, dude. You’re okay.”

“I was inappropriate.”

“It’s fine.”

“I ruined the dishes.”

“That’s less fine, but we’ll replace them.” He rubbed Genos’s face with his thumb, flicking away an errant drop of oil.

After a moment of stillness, he heard Genos quietly ask, “Would you prefer if I was…normal more often, Sensei?”

Saitama felt a pang of regret for making Genos question himself, and he shook his head. “No. I love you how you are.” He kissed his cheek, smiling. “Who needs normal anyway?”

OKAY so this is the first part of a two parter, inspired by A LOT OF PEOPLE. This chapter specifically goes to THIS GORGEOUS PIC by @lay-lol ! The theme of both chapters, though, is suuuuper inspired by @furaitsu ‘s dream comic, because…I think I cried when I first saw it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I needed to translate that feeling somehow.

Alright. ((Oh! Here’s the last chapter, and a link to the whole fic on Ao3))


    Genos was different.

    Saitama didn’t mean in the cute, flustered way he’d been the week after they…took things to the next level. That was great, he liked that. This kind of different…it worried him.

    He looked down to the cyborg clutching at his arms, listening to his cooling chest as it hummed against his own. He’d fallen asleep right after they’d finished up that night’s…activities…but he didn’t look calm at all. His face was twisted like he’d bitten into bad konbu, and if he pushed himself any further into his teacher, Saitama swore he was gonna wake up covered in vent indents the next morning.

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anonymous asked:

Benimde ortaokul basinda modum dustu son sinifta arttirdim. Bildigin on yasinda major depresyondaydim surekli intihari dusunurdum derslere calisacak halim yoktu kitaplari firlatirdim. Aklim basima geldi ama hic yapmadigim seyleri yapmak zorundayim. Hayatim boyunca anlamiyorum dedigim seyleri anlamaya calisiyorum ama sinav sistemi cok uzerime geliyor korkum bu yuzden dil okumayi dusunuyoruk onuncu sinif ama yeni sistemle hic matematigim ve anlamam uzun surdugu icin korkuyorum

ya kuzum, sinava bu sene gircek olanlar bizleriz oncelikle canini sıkma, bizden sonra sizin durumunuz, sinavin sekli daha da belirginlesecek kaldi ki cidden gerilmeni gerektirecek hic bir sey yok sen sadece okulda ne goruyorsan onu cok iyi ama cok cok saglam bir sekilde ogrenmeye bak. sinavda ne soracaklar saniyorsun? o uyduruk devlet kitaplarinin unite sonundaki soruları soracaklar. oncelikle o yasta o tür seyleri yaşamana uzuldum, birinin sana rehberlik edemeyisine de uzuldum. ama egtim, sosyal ilerleyis genclere verilen değer gelecegin anlam ve onemi gittikçe azaldigi icin ulkede intihar artik o yaslara kadar indi. soyle dusun eger calisirsan bu sadece okul dersleri icin değil kendi bireysel ilermenden soz ediyorum kendini gelistirirsen okul sadece bir arac asil ogrenme yasamin icinde sakli, o yasta oyle seyleri dusunen insanlar icin bir umut kaynagi olabilirsin..
ayni seyi ben de 7 sinifta yasiyordum. matematik benim icin lanet ve asla anlasilmaz bir seydi. şu kitabi okudum; sifirdan sonsuza matematigin oykusu ve inan bana bakis acim tumuyle degisti. ve ali hocanin bir videsu var onu da paylasirim birazdan. matematik senin icin gerekli bir sey. beyin fonksiyonlarin icin gerekli ve soyle dusun onu kompleks hale getiren de bir insan. yani ona vahiymis asla alasilmayacak kutsal bir kitap gibi yaklasma olur mu? gec oldu biraz kusura bakma. sevgiler..