#PLEASE FAT IS NOT A BAD WORD JUST SAY FUCKING FAT I'M TIRED
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desperately need more fat video essayists to cover topics about fatness, fatphobia, and diet culture. I'm watchin this skinny girl in this video essay replace the word "fat" with "F" in every quote she reads like it's a slur because she looked up what the least problematic term for fatness was and the article she found put "fat" at the same level as "obese"
#it's making me CRINGE#PLEASE FAT IS NOT A BAD WORD JUST SAY FUCKING FAT I'M TIRED#PLEASE I NEED FAT PPL TO TALK ABOUT FAT TOPICS SO I DON'T HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH THIS SHIT#I mean I'm gonna start listening to audio books while I work since I just got a library card today finally >:3 so that'll be a solution#but I had interest in this video since it's a topic that was relevant to my childhood#and the way this girl is so afraid of talking about fatness is giving me such secondhand embarrassment#lyla's talking again#fatphobia#fat liberation
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ᥫ᭡ Slut alert- Having him fuck you dumb wasn't enough, now you gotta fight your low iron levels too?
Maybe riding him wasn't the best idea when you have anemia but it was worth it~
MDNI
"Tired already, precious?" His breathless voice reached your ringing ears as you moaned softly, biting on your lower lip to suppress it as his hips bounced you up and down on his dick. The fat, thick base of his cock stretching you out as your hips crashed with his with each bounce, every squelch and every moan.
It was all fun and games until you opened your eyes to look down at him, maybe tease him a bit about his whiny moans when you almost lurch forward from dizziness, somehow holding back by squeezing your eyes shut, black spots taking over your vision as you gasped every time the curve of his dick rubbed against that one particular spot, basically kissing your cervix while you struggled to get words out of your lips.
His cock fucking the words out of you as your mind was rendered dumb, drunk on the way his hips rolled against you, the way his voice called you filthy names, his rough hands playing with your bouncing tits as his name rolled from your tongue like a mantra.
He fucked you mean, fucked you mean enough for you to feel more stimulated by his dick than the constant blackening of your vision everytime you opened your eyes.
"Fuck fuck fuck toru...m'gonna cum....cock reaching so deep fuckkk"
His hair was sticking to his forehead as he let out a low chuckle, smirking at the way your eyes rolled back every time he abused that spot with his dick, pressing up against it, pushing you down on his cock as it squelched around his girth.
Taking in his inches so fucking good. His nasty girl.
"Look at me baby. Wanna look in your pretty eyes while you milk me, hm? Fuckin' me nasty, lemme look at your eyes, okay?"
You swallowed back as you tried opening your eyes only to see black, everything spinning around you, feeling lightheaded as he bounced you in a rhythmic motion.
His lithe fingers rubbing soft circles on your clit, squeezing out whimpers from you as your thighs trembled from exhaustion.
"Your pussy is making such pretty noises for me, such a pretty tune"
Filthy, nasty fucker
You closed your eyes again, much to his suspicions as he frowned at your reluctance to follow his requests...orders
"Can't...just...just lemme cum please" you whined out, you didn't want to stop just yet due to this shitty condition.
"Babe? What happened"
His thrusts stopped abruptly as you let out a loud whine, trying to grind against him only to have him hold you down by your waist, leaving angry red marks as you begrudgingly stopped.
"Fu-ckkkk toru..just a lil bit more...just feel a little lightheaded-"
"I told you we don't have to do cowgirl, your body isn't fit enough for it. Wait let me bring you some water."
"Why did you let me fuck you through it"
His voice was stern and authoritative as he just proved his own point as to why you didn't tell him mid fuck, rolling your eyes at his words.
He swiftly pulled out of you, leaving your aching hole empty, making you whimper as you slumped on the bed on your stomach, chest heaving from exhaustion as your legs trembled from being this close to orgasm seconds ago.
"Here you go"
As you drank from the glass, you noticed him staring at you, his eyes seemingly making a decision as they glanced all over your sweaty mess of a body.
"Only missionary for you now. I don't want you to bounce on my cock, fighting your orgasm and your low iron levels"
"Ugh come onnn, it's not that bad toru"
"Nuh uh, and I'm looking into your diet starting today."
He placed the glass on the bedside table, before continuing his next sentence. He always had so much to say -
"Now lay down on your back sweetheart, finish what you were doing before"
Well that worked out, but obviously in missionary
ᥫ᭡ Authors note - I kinda wanted to make it a headcannon for all jkk men but I got impatient cuz this is so brainrotting, this is so filthy omg
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Warning nsfw content Minors dni!!!
100 followers woo! I wanted to celebrate by writing something with Jihoon as ever since Move came out he's been wrecking me :(( also as part of the celebration my asks will be open for 24 hrs so go crazy while you can. My inbox will always be open so don't be scared to interact with me! I'm shy but nice I promise.
This is my first time writing for a member of Treasure, they're actually my ult group and I've been a teume for a good 4 years and I'm so so happy they're getting the recognition they deserve because they're very talented and handsome!
Jihoon's basically a horny MF and finds (fem) reader's dildo... Enjoy!!! <3
This yours?” You look over at Jihoon at the exact time he pulls out your shiny, pink dildo from your night drawer and you swear the nosey bastard did it on purpose, you roll your eyes at him and march over to where he stands.
“Why are you going through my stuff?” You snatch the object from his hands and go to put it back in its original location but Jihoon stops you, pulling on your wrist and yanking you towards him in one swift motion. “Wanna show me how you use it?”
You feel heat rush to your face but Jihoon ignores this, intertwining your fingers together as he walked you over back to your bed.
“Show me, I’m curious now.” He’s teasing you can tell, his eyes are crescent moon from the smile that reaches his eyes and were decorated with black eyeliner and blue eye contacts from earlier’s party, that being the only reason the pretty pain in the ass was still around since he claimed to be too drunk to go home by himself but now you’re realizing he tricked you, what he really meant was he just wanted to fuck you.
“Jihoon-” Your words get cut off by him literally shoving you into your back and you land on the bed with a bounce, the mattress under you dips as Jihoon is quick to climb over you, chain dangling in your face as he grabs a hold of both your wrists and pinning them above your head and just like that you’re trapped under him.
“When’d you get it?” His feathery bangs tickling you as he dips his head closer to you, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck for a few moments before he presses a single kiss there to the skin. “You smell like strawberries by the way.”
“I can’t remember, it’s been awhile.” You answer truthfully and Jihoon withdraws himself from you but only enough to you look you in your eye when he speaks. “Wanna play with it?”
Jihoon was too tired for his own good- the evidence clear in his eyes and you can tell every time he looks at you but his thirst to fuck you overpowered it. Sleep can wait, especially when you were his main priority.
You were tired too of course, but Jihoon knew you’d give in to him. He saw the way you had eyed him all night, like a fat kid eyeing candy in a store and knew you wanted it just as bad as he did, can feel the heat from between your legs on the palm of his hand when he releases one of your wrists to feel and palm your clothed pussy just to make sure his intuition was right and like usual it was.
“Can I please?” He almost sounds like he’s begging with the way his voice draws the words out against your neck, softly this time. You can feel his dick against your thigh, all hard and eager for you and your mouth almost begins to water just as much as your pussy has when the idea of taking him in your mouth corrupted your brain.
“Say please again.” You’re only teasing but you’re not surprised when Jihoon looks in your eyes again, a sinister grin grows on his lips and without batting an eyelash said please, this time even softer and he’s running the tip of the dildo along your lower lips.
The second you give Jihoon permission to touch you further he latches his lips on yours. He doesn’t stop to take the time to remove your underwear, simply pulls it off to the side and he doesn’t give a warning before he’s pushing the head of it past your lips and inside of you, your hole practically throbbing and clenching around the toy immediately and you gasp against Jihoon’s lips.
He finally releases your wrist to lift up on his elbow and watch the way the dildo slides back in and out of you, mouth drooling at the way you were already making a mess, your arousl dripping from the dildo and down your thighs every time he slid the dildo out of you just to push it right back in, your pussy squelching and sucking it right back in greedily and you lay there, hands gripping the sheets around you with your eyes closed and lips slightly apart, taking everything he gave you and the sight of you makes him chuckle you’re so adorable.
“Tell me,” he starts, you’re barely listening he can tell so he slides the dildo out of you, resorting to rubbing the tip around your clit for only a second before he stops that too, ignoring the pout on your lips as you open your eyes and give him a pleading look. “Does it feel better than me?”
“You want me to compare a toy to you?” You scuff, rolling your eyes.
Jihoon looks down at you expecting and waiting for an answer, you realize he’s serious and he’s not moving a second more until you give him an answer and you sigh in annoyance. “Of course you feel better, Jihoon. Always prefer you.”
“Yeah?” He’s smiling now because of the way your feeding his ego. “Does that mean you’ll throw this thing away then?”
“What about when you’re not around?”
“Slut.” Jihoon rolls his eyes at you playfully, tossing the dildo somewhere behind him and he’s back all over you, kissing along the exposed skin of your breast peaking out from your shirt and hands gripping your waist tightly, you only chuckle and savor the feel of him, running a hand through the back of his silky hair. “Yeah, but I’m your slut.”
Jihoon perks up at that, you can see how red his ears are getting from your comment and the effect of it all in his actions when he starts to trail his kisses lower and lower along the curves of your body until he’s at the hem of your skirt, he’s growing tired and impatient and can’t wait to have a taste of you, making sure he vocally tells you this before bunching your skirt up around your thighs for better access.
Silly of you to think Jihoon would finally stop dragging this out and allow you to finally get your sweet release, it’s like you almost forgot you were dealing with Jihoon. He’s trying to kill you, you’re almost positively sure of it when he presses his tongue flat against the seat of your underwear, can feel the very tip his nose rubbing against your clit as he leaves a long, slow lick up your clothed pussy, leaving his own wet patch of saliva.
He glances up at you with his pretty eyeliner and blue eyes, crescent shaped and disappearing behind his innocent smile. “Can a dildo do that?”
“Oh my god, Jihoon.”
“Calm down, I’m going to take care of you, baby. Don’t I always?”
After finally putting you through what felt like enough torture he pulls your underwear off to the side, he’s only kissed your clit but it’s enough to have your legs shaking as you struggled to hold them open.
“You’re so cute.” he presses another kiss against your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them inside of your pussy before retracting them only to slide them right back around your velvety walls, repeating the same process over and over again as he places his mouth over your clit, sucking and twirling his tongue around the bud just right to have tears pricking your waterline.
“F-fuck.” Your hands reach for something, anything and you find yourself intertwining your fingers through his dark locks, you’re not in the right mind when you begin pulling on his hair, can feel him wince slightly but he chuckles it away against your clit.
You really don’t mean to hurt the poor boy, but it’s hard, especially when he’s twirling his tongue around your clit so well and curling his fingers against your plushy walls. You had to admit the dildo couldn’t amount to Jihoon- hell, no other man could, but you’d have to keep that secret to yourself, didn’t need his ego getting any bigger than it already was.
“I’m so close.” You’re speaking absentmindedly, Jihoon knows how dumb you get, used to not receiving a response from you most of the time so the fact your even communicating now is surprising, thinks you must be feeling good and it’s enough to put a proud smile on his face as he glances up at you while he catches his own breath.
“Go ahead and cum baby, didn’t I tell you I’d take care of you?”
“Thankyou- thankyou so much.” You’re rambling off a bunch of thank you’s as your legs close around his head, unable to control your hips grinding against his mouth and using him like your own personal little toy and he enjoys every second of it as you cum under his fingers and tongue, lapping up all of your juices until it’s dripping from his chin and it’s the only taste he can remember.
You’re tired but you use the rest of your strength to pull him up to your mouth, kissing him and tasting your self in every corner of his mouth until you both need air.
“I promise when I wake up tomorrow I’ll suck you off until my throats sore and I can’t.” You’re still coming back to your senses but your sentence still makes Jihoon laugh, he pecks you on your lips once more before falling back onto the mattress next to you, throwing an arm and leg around you as he snuggled into your side. “No need for that sweetheart, just throw the damn dildo away.”
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Hi! Are you doing requests? If so, could you please do a softdom!Ron x sub!reader? And if at all possible, could he call the reader puppy, or pup? 🥺
୨୧ Puppy days ୨୧
pairing: Ron Weasley♡︎Fem!Reader
warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡,
summary: ʚ After late-night quidditch practice, Ron gives his little puppy some love ɞ
words: 880
AN: No I'm not gonna talk about how this request is from APRIL OF 2022. Ahem, deepest apologies anonny <3
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Ron was sore and agitated. He stepped out of the boy's locker rooms. “See you later guys!” Dean called back to Harry and Ron. A few more goodbyes were shared, as the captain and seeker of the team left for their common room. “You gonna stay with y/n tonight?” Harry asked, walking up to the fat lady. “Oi, what are you lads doing out this late?” she asked, appalled. “Quidditch," Ron shot back. He was tired and just wanted to go lay down.
“Oh good lord,’ she mumbled. “Password?” she asked, yawning afterwards. “Mimbulus mimbletonia," Ron sighed. The common room door swung open. “I think so mate. Haven’t been with her much this week with the positions test and all. She’s been studying,” Ron said, plopping down on the couch. Harry nodded. “What about you? I expect you have some very nice words to say to my sister right about now," Ron said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up," Harry jabbed, sitting on the arm of the couch. “She is at a sleepover and besides, I’ve been studying for that test, Ron. I just wanna sleep s-so, fuck off mate,” Harry said, shaking his head, sitting up off the couch, and walking off to his room.
“It was a fucking joke,” Ron mumbled. He let out a deep sigh, watching the fire crinkle and crack. It was early January and school had just started back up again. Ron would give almost anything to go back to Christmas vacation. Sitting alone in the common room. y/n snuggled on his chest. The fire going. It was a blissful silence.
But it was time for him to go up to his room. Well, it was technically y/n’s room. She was the prefect that got her room to herself. He sighed. He needed a shower, but he was so exhausted… ‘No, a shower is what I need tonight,’ Ron thought. He entered the room to see his sleeping girlfriend cuddled up in his clothes. She was fast asleep, snoring. He let a small smile spread on his lips. He set his gear down in the corner of the room.
He quietly trailed to the shower. Scrubbing his body and hair thoroughly. He hated to admit it, but y/n’s hair products always made his hair feel amazing. But he always felt bad when she had to buy more of it because it kept running out so often. He got done with the shower, stepping out, drying his hair, and wrapping the towel around his body.
He heard light and slow pitter-pats leading up to the bathroom. He opened the door to see y/n holding one of her stuffies. “Sweetheart, it’s well past your bedtime pup, watcha’ doin’ up?” he asked, walking up to her. Her eyes hovered over his bare chest, water beads dripping down his stomach. She took a deep breath, managing to look at his eyes. “Just heard something, wanna make sure s’ you,” she said, rubbing her eyes.
“Tsk tsk, puppy,” he murmured, turning her around, his hands clamped down on her shoulders. “Let's get your cute butt back in bed ok?” he joked, pinching her butt. She let out a whimper and swatted his hand away. He let out a small laugh, helping her climb into bed. He finished drying off his body.
He looked over at y/n, who was staring intently at his dick. “Puppy?” he asked, waving his hand slightly, trying to get her attention. She looked up at him with a small smile. “Sorry, Ronnie, got a little distracted,” she mumbled, slowly bucking her hips forward.
Ron let a shit-eating grin paint his face. “Yeah, puppy? Distracted huh?” he asked, and dropped the towel, climbing on top of the bed. “Well baby, that's a shame, you were being soo good for me too. Now look at you, staying up past bedtime, 'n staring at my dick. Not how proper girls act at all, huh?” he asked. He made his way up to the bed where he had both of his arms over her.
But she didn’t answer. She just sat there. Her breaths were bigger and deeper. “Oh puppy, let's not be even more of a brat. Just answer me, ok?” he whispered, getting closer to her face. But still, she couldn't answer. “Y/n, answer me,” he said in a low voice. He had positioned himself close to her face, his red hair tickling the side of her face. y/n let out a small giggle as his hair moved along her cheek. “Oh, now you're giggling, huh?” He let his face hover over hers.
“I’m sorry, Ronnie! Just so tired, and I missed you lots this week,” she mumbled, turning over. “That's alright baby. I will let it go tonight, ok?” he mumbled, standing back up, reaching for his boxers. “That sounds alright to me," he heard her mumble, already falling asleep again.
Ron pulled his boxers on, moving the blanket so he could slip under it, lifting the other side for his beloved, who immediately darted to his chest. “I love you too,” he mumbled under his breath, giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. “Good night Ronnie," she let out through a whine. “Goodnight pup.”
#ron weasley x reader fluff#ron weasley smut#ron weasley x reader#ron weasley#ron weasley x you#ron weasley x y/n#dom!ron weasley#dom!ron weasley x reader
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i think i don't hate you ²
diluc x gn!reader
following the acting grandmaster and her girlfriend librarian's talk with y/n about their feelings towards diluc, they decide to act on it tonight. after a few drinks with a few hisses thrown at their friends kaeya and venti, they begin their conversation with the winery owner with a heavy heart.
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tw: drinking of alcohol, traumatic past go brr, related to the manga, angsty beginning but it's probably gonna get a whole lot worse in the next chap, pretty wordy; also goes a bit into depth about the feeling of isolation
* reader will be referred to as y/n here, yes diluc makes an appearance yeheyyy
If sounds could have emotions, then the plop your body made as it met the couch was definitely exhausted. You had just come back from the Favonius Headquarters and the walk was boring and tiring, piling unto the hours and hours of work you'd done with Jean and Lisa. Earlier, when you were about to leave, Kaeya stopped you and invited you out to the tavern, which was definitely the last place you wanted to be. Sure, Charles is always the one manning the bar but Diluc always makes unannounced drops and judging from your luck, he'd most likely be there tonight. So, naturally, you declined and did a rain check.
You leaned your head back, staring at the ceiling blankly and thinking about everything your life ever meant (which was to be Diluc's top one struggle, problem, and enemy). He did some pretty bad shit to you after Lord Crepus passed. You gave him what he needed: time, space, and comfort while Diluc gave you the complete opposite.
That's right. Once upon a time, you two were friends—great friends, really. But once someone fucks up that bad, everything you've ever had was tossed into the fire.
Every moment of his eighteenth birthday was vaguely remembered for your head was really foggy and was mostly fueled by a lot of negative emotions. After a few insults here and there, you also recall breaking down and crouching for a healthy five seconds before standing up and telling Diluc how tired you felt. The rest after that, you'd never forget.
"If you're so tired, maybe you should leave me," he laughed dryly and exhausted. You scoffed, running a hand through your hair.
"I never said anything about leaving you, Luc. I'm trying to be your friend here, I want to be there for you but I can't do that if you keep pushing me away!"
The maids had left a long while ago after Diluc dismissed them when you'd started raising your voice. Elzer felt compelled to stay for your and Diluc's support but left as well when things started getting personal. You two had been fighting, screaming for hours. By then, your guys' breathing were as heavy as the weight on your chests.
Hands and jaws clenched; chests heaving; tears pooling. This had to be the most emotional day in your life—it was a big fat lie when you said you didn't remember when was the last time you'd cried. It was precisely mid May, four years ago after the tragic events on Diluc’s birthday.
"I'm not asking you to be there for me," he says, taking a deep breath in through his nose. "I never did."
Your eyes widened at this. Something bubbled in your chest—it wasn't anger anymore. You could feel Diluc watch you as if you were some lunatic, in which you did feel like one. Fighting your best friend over something like this? It was ridiculous.
"You're not thinking straight; you're in mourning right now. I'll come back to check on you tomo—"
"Didn't I just say that I don't need you here? Just go, I don't want to see you again," he looks away, yet there was no shame laced in his voice as he said that. You swallowed, hard. Another laugh leaves you but you shut yourself up by breathing in slowly. It took you one blink to get the tears falling.
"Diluc, please," you whisper, stepping closer to him. Yet he stepped away. "You need someone now more than ever, let me be that someone. I want to be, it's not– I don't –"
"It's not what? An obligation? Responsibility?" He finally looks up, advancing towards you and looking you straight in the eye—his crimson reds glossed in tears just as yours. He whispered as if raising his voice would make the tears spill over. "So go. I don't need you."
You could feel your throat closing up, followed by a sob. Your arms raised to his waist, wanting to hug him, but you pull them back before you could touch him. "Don't hate me for anything. I tried to be what you needed, but if you don't want that, so be it," wavered your voice as you said this, walking backward until your hand felt the doorknob. "I love you, Luc, alright? So I'm sorry if my feelings change."
And so the door shut. And once again, Diluc was alone.
Suddenly, your vision of the ceiling blurred. When you blinked, something wet trailed down your temple. Tears? Oh. You were crying.
A groan left you as you sat up straight and wiped them away. You would drink your sorrows away at the Cat's Tail if it weren't for your deadly allergies. Maybe you should take up that offer with Kaeya. You hadn't thought of that day in a while now. Perhaps it's a good thing you saw Diluc tonight, you two could straighten out everything and unpack all your emotional baggage.
"Good Gods, let’s just get this over with,” you say and get up, grabbing your coat and leaving.
You lived a good few blocks from the tavern. You always had to use the long way because of the gods-forsaken amount of cats lying outside and inside of Cat’s Tail. The walk was never too long but never too short, however, with the number of thoughts running around your head, it felt like it was way, way, way too long.
Although you were dazed out for most of the trip, your legs made it to Angel’s easily. What should you say, do if you see him? Good Celestia, what if you make eye contact? That’s the worst type of interaction anyone ever has to go through.
The night you said it—the I love you part—you initially meant it as a friend. Back then, you’d always said that to each other as a joke at first, like a sigh of relief when a favor was done by one another, or when one of you saves the other’s ass. You two went through a lot and for a long time too, it was natural that some form of platonic/familial love grew in the midst of that.
But now that you think of it. . . at that moment, maybe you did mean it in another way. You couldn’t remember; again, you were fueled by lots of negative emotions. Before you could process what you had said, you were already out the door. Elzer was sat outside by the staircase and was alerted by the door. The minute he’d seen your red, tear-stained face, he stood up and ran over to you and offered to get you a ride home. Thank the Archons for him, by the way.
Before you knew it, you had arrived at the Angel’s Share, staring at the door like some idiot. Another groan leaves you yet again. A long groan that went on for five seconds until you lazily pushed down the doorknob and entered.
“Ah, captain! I thought you weren’t available tonight?” Kaeya greets. Despite hearing his voice first, you already had your eyes on the bar and who was managing it. Despite it being Charles, it still made you feel kind of. . . not relieved.
“Sorry, Alberich. Changed my mind last minute,” you smile softly and took a seat. “Something really strong, make it three.” Kaeya’s eyes flew wide at this, chuckling in amusement.
“Ohoho, what brought this on? Stressful day in the office?” he prods, swirling a glass of wine in one hand while he leaned his cheek on the other. “Don’t answer yet, I’d like to guess.” He takes a sip of his wine slowly, looking for an answer.
“Anything go through your wine-fed brain, friend?” you ask sarcastically while muttering a “thank you” to Charles who had just slipped three glasses of whatever strong alcohol they had on hand. Kaeya clicks his tongue and takes another sip of his wine.
“Too much paperwork?”
“Similar to your first.”
“That sounded. . . oddly sexual? Ooh! Ditched a one-night stand?”
“What? No! Last guess,” you cringe, both at Kaeya and the drink. Your friend and colleague turns to you and looks you in the eye—a very uncomfortable move for you, for some reason. You tried to scooch away, but he scooches closer.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I gi—ooh! Is it love~?” he sings, catching the attention of Venti who had just walked in.
“Love? Now, this is the kind of juice I’d drink that isn’t grape juice,” the young bard grumbles as he takes the seat next to you, furthest away from Kaeya and closest to the wall, a spot he always occupies when you drink with the two. “What’s this about love? Is a certain someone in looove?” Venti giggles as if he were already drunk despite the fact that he was nowhere near touching a glass.
You huff and cross your legs as you down the entire glass. “Mhm, that’s not good,” Kaeya mutters and snatches the empty glass from you. “Seriously, Y/N, what’s going on with you?”
“I don’t know anymore,” you mope into your hands. “Kaeya, did you ever smooth things out with you and L– Diluc after. . . you know?”
Kaeya gives you a puzzled look, just as Venti did. “Why’re you asking?”
“I may kind of, perhaps, maybe have thoughts about doing just that.”
“What? Why? When? Why???”
“Smoothen what? What’s the big deal?” Venti chimes in, thanking Charles for his wine.
You and Kaeya wince at the question, visibly and internally tensing up. “And did I forget to ask why?”
“Exactly three times, and besides, I just. . . it’s been weighing on me—”
“Oh my, GODS, Diluc is the dude you like?”
“No!” Venti gasps dramatically, slapping a hand over his mouth. Your heads slowly turn to him, to which he gets the message and sinks back. “Shutting up,” he says with his hand still over his mouth.
You turn back to Kaeya and reach out for your second glass. “Yes. Maybe. Kind of? I don’t know! Listen, Lisa and Jean were just teasing me and then things got a little serious and when I got home, all I could think of was that day. Night? I can’t even remember anymore,” followed by you downing the glass again.
Kaeya sighs and sets down his glass. “You know that I’m all about helping you but Diluc? As much as I want to be his brother again, him being your friend is off the list. What he said and did isn’t forgivable,” he says, seriously this time. The usually carefree Kaeya must’ve been shocked out of his body.
“I know, I know, but that’s exactly why I need to fix things between us. It’s been four years, Kae. Plus, we weren't thinking straight. When you're that overwhelmed, you would’ve said anything. He did exactly that—”
“So why are you thinking of letting this go?!"
"Because! Despite everything he said and did, and all the swearing at each other the last four years, and the awkward encounters in public that lead to little roast battles, I think everything I ever felt for him is still there. Was and never left," you hid your face behind your hands again, confused and extremely unsure of what to do. Venti, who you kind of forgot was still by you, placed a hand on your shoulder. "Look at me, I'm acting like some lovesick dick."
Kaeya sighs, drinking a bit more of his wine and watches as you do the same. "I think you should talk to Master Diluc," Venti says and snatches a bottle of wine from behind the counter when Charles wasn't looking. "I may not know what's going on between you guys but you should go with my advice 'cause I'm always right," he shrugs and takes a nice long swig that took three whole gulps. "B'sides, it's been four years! That's like. . . four years!"
"Thank you, Venti, for your wonderful insight," you turn to Kaeya. "See? He agrees."
"That's because he doesn't know anything about what happened. You deserve better, Y/N!"
Another groan leaves you, irritated by the fact that you didn't know what to do. "And how is Venti already wasted?"
Kaeya laughs lightly, swirling his glass and begins a new topic, the front door of the tavern opens with a tiny jingle. Neither of the three turn and continue to softly converse among themselves until Charles leaves his spot just as Venti was about to ask for another refill.
"Master Diluc, thank you for taking over my shift for me."
Your entire body freezes. Drats. The entire reason for your presence in Angel's was to drink your problems about Diluc away and to avoid him, not to drink in front of him now while you're still trying to figure out if you wanted to reconcile or leave things as is. Why must making amends be so difficult? Is it a trauma response thing?
"It's no problem, Charles," says the voice you so didn't want to hear tonight. Kaeya nudges you with his elbow, gesturing to the second floor with a raised brow. An easy signal to get, so you slowly move your head to nod, but then change your mind midway and end up shaking your head. The cavalry captain shrugs, asking why. You shrug back, confused about your answer too. "Give my birthday wishes to your daughters as well. Enjoy your time," followed by his boots softly clicking on the floor and Charles's slowly fading away.
"I will, Master Diluc. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Take care."
When the door shut with that jingle again, the four of you remained awkwardly, hellishly silent. Six Fingered Jose's lyre and the hushed conversations from throughout the tavern thankfully made the silence between you all less insufferable, including the occasional loud laughter from the celebrating people from the Adventurer's Guild by the corner. Even as Diluc filled Venti's cup with hesitance and a very evident roll of his eyes, he still felt uneasy by your quietness. No catty comment as a substitute for a welcome? No dissing of his grape juice in his face while calling him nicknames related to his favorite beverage? Nothing?
Admittedly, it was a new feeling. Different, but in an uncomfortable way. You could feel his vermillion eyes staring at you with the slightest bit of concern while he put away the now-empty wine bottle (courtesy of yours truly) into the full crate of glass bottles carefully. Sighing, he picks up the bin and walks out the door to discard the trash.
When the door jingles close, Kaeya leans in. "What the hell?"
"What now?" you complain out loud, making Venti giggle.
"You made Y/N mad~" he burps out cheers-ing to no one in particular before downing the very glass.
"That was so much tension—and I'm saying that, me, the absolute god and king of tension!" Kaeya whisper-yells at you, desperately finding ways to change your mind and forget about anything related to his brother.
“Oh calm down you big baby, I’ll handle things myself.” That was a lie, a cold-faced lie. Sure, you can carry your own weight but confrontation, where your feelings are involved, isn’t your forte. “Just trust me on this, would you?”
Kaeya purses his lips then leans over to Venti, who was already passed out on the counter, and retreats with another sigh. “I have work early in the morning so I have to go, but I’m leaving my door open for you in anything goes wrong, alright?”
Your eyes soften at your friend’s support before nodding. “And–”
“Bring this little guy with me, yes.”
Your fellow captain picks up Venti and easily piggy-backs him and walks over to the door, but not without giving you a small, reassuring smile. You return the favor with a wave. Before Kaeya could open the door, it jingled open, a man clad in black and red filing in.
Here we go.
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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐘𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — a collection of one - liners taken from the coen brothers’ 2013 film, inside llewyn davis. slightly edited for clarity. change pronouns as necessary.
❛ if it was never new , and it never gets old , then it’s a folk song . ❜
❛ boy , you were some mess last night . ❜
❛ yeah , i’m a funny guy . ❜
❛ life ain’t worth living without the one you love . ❜
❛ can i use the fire escape ? ❜
❛ do you owe me anything ? you have to owe me something . ❜
❛ it’s cold out . i don’t even have a winter coat . ❜
❛ this is just a big fat fucking bluff ! ❜
❛ i've heard many nice things about you ! ❜
❛ you have not heard one nice thing about me from [ name ] . ever . ❜
❛ we don’t keep the couch free on the chance you’ll show up . ❜
❛ i need a little money . i can pay you back soon . ❜
❛ are you going away with no word of farewell ? ❜
❛ i could’ve loved you better . ❜
❛ i could’ve loved you better , i didn’t mean to be unkind . ❜
❛ you know that was the last thing on my mind . ❜
❛ please don’t go . ❜
❛ i don’t have my guitar . ❜
❛ that [ name ] , i’d like to fuck her . ❜
❛ you meet elvis ? ❜
❛ everything you touch turns to shit . like king midas’ idiot brother . ❜
❛ if you ever do it again , which as a favor to women everywhere you should not , but if you do , you should be wearing condom on condom . and then wrap it in electrical tape . ❜
❛ you should not be in contact with any living thing . ❜
❛ i could say , we should talk about this when you’re less angry , but that would be . . . when would that be ? ❜
❛ it’s not so bad , existing . ❜
❛ boy , that man goes to a lot of funerals . ❜
❛ who won the lottery tonight ? ❜
❛ do you ever think about the future at all ? ❜
❛ well , pretty is overrated . ❜
❛ i'm not a trained poodle . ❜
❛ this is my job . this is how i pay the fucking rent . ❜
❛ this is a loving home ! ❜
❛ i’m sorry i fucked up your evening . ❜
❛ sure , move in , make yourself at home , don’t mind me . ❜
❛ well , it would have to be something , stupid fucking name like that . ❜
❛ i don’t see a lot of money here . ❜
❛ good to see what i have to look forward to . ❜
❛ i've been away — seemed like a long time but i guess it was only a couple days . ❜
❛ i am so fucking tired . ❜
❛ i thought i just needed a night’s sleep , but it’s more than that . ❜
❛ thank you . for trying . i love you . ❜
❛ i love you . ❜
❛ i hate fucking folk music. ❜
❛ he came home . ❜
❛ he found his way back . ❜
❛ au revoir . ❜
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Life Long Friends
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warnings: brief language
Year 1, Chapter 2:
The new group of five friends walked around the castle after being escorted to the common room of where they will be living for the next couple months. As they are all chatting Peter started telling the others a story from a week ago and accidentally mentioned his Animagus, which the 4 boys agreed was not allowed to discuss with others. “Peter!!!” James said quite loudly due to the presence of y/n, the newcomer. Then Sirius clarified that she's fine to know “Chill out prongs, she already knows about mine, she even has one herself. She's also part of this now too, and you know our main rule.” “No keeping anything from anyone” they all said in unison. “So y/n, what exactly is your Animagus?” said a curious Remus. “A dragon. I’ve only really done it to its lowest power though. My dad forbids me from using it in its largest form so I'm unsure of what it looks like then.” “Damn, that's hardcore” replies James. “Just to clarify, James is a buck, so we call him Prongs, Peter is a rat, so he's Wormtail, Remus is a werewolf so he's Moony, and you know mine and I'm Padfoot,” says Sirius. “ I think Scales suits y/n” Remus decides. They all agree and start talking about their home lives, telling stories, and laughing at jokes. All of the sudden, Filch turns around a corner and they catch his eye. “HEY YOU, YA FILTHY HEATHENS, GO TO BED!” he exclaims dramatically. They all run up the stairs that are obstacle like and unnecessarily difficult, laughing more than ever. As soon as they finally reach the fat lady after what feels like forever they are all exhausted with aching legs. “Caput Draconis!” Says James, triggering the painting to open. The 5 of them step inside the common room and it’s surprisingly empty. “Seriously? It's the first day and they aren't throwing a party?? BO-RINGGGG.” Remarks a disappointed Sirius. Remus then scolds Sirius and says “not everyone wants to risk their first impression on Dumbledore to be getting trouble Pads.” Siri rolls his eyes then Peter asks, “Speaking of first impressions with Dumbledore, what happened with the sorting hat and you, y/n?” Looking around, y/n answers with “I honestly have no clue. At first I thought I was getting Gryffindor but the hat kept going. It was weird, I mean, even Dumbledore was taken aback.” “Maybe you're special, like the long lost heir of something.” says Remus, and they all laugh. They continue talking about the upcoming events this year, their classes, and what they think it's going to be like. After a while, James falls asleep and the others decide to prank him because, well, why not? “Peter, go grab some lemon from the cabinet over there. Remus, go grab the dish soap from the sink, and y/n grab one of the red cups from the counter and fill it with toilet water please. I’ll get the saran wrap, BREAK.”
Everyone gets what they were assigned to and they all meet back at the couch James is calmly resting on, unaware of what's to come. Sirius carefully places a slice of lemon between James’ lips and they all wait for the magic to happen. James wakes up with a jerk, smacks his head on the saran wrap, grabs the cup of water beside him, drinks it, then when he realizes what it is he jumps up to spit it out in the sink but slips on the soapy floor. All of the friends burst out laughing. Everyone except James of course. “Are you fucking serious right now?” he says in a tired yet stern voice. “Well, I'm always Sirius but these guys are simply not,” retorts Sirius. Eventually, they all say their goodbyes and head to bed. Y/n thinks to herself soon before drifting off, ~I think this year won't be that bad. But who knows what tomorrow will bring.~
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Thin shaming is like white people thinking they can experience racism. Like, you can experience prejudice, but you are not experiencing systemic issues in any way, shape, or form that you do when you're fat. Obviously, both are bad, and you shouldn't shame anyone, but one is so clearly worse. Also, when did OP say that either were okay? Please use reading comprehension...
anon you seem to have confused the definition of racism with the definition of institutional racism, I don't think I'm the one with reading comprehension issues. You literally even just said they can experience prejudice.
Here are the definitions of racism and institutional racism:
rac·ism
prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism by an individual, community, or institution against a person or people on the basis of their membership in a particular racial or ethnic group, typically one that is a minority or marginalized.
Institutional racism
the perpetuation of discrimination on the basis of “race” by political, economic, or legal institutions and systems.
I'm sure this is the point where you'll have a little angry fit about how 'definitions change' despite the fact these things are literally two different definitions entirely, because tumblr hates facts. (The Irish would like a word with you, about your belief that white people have never been institutionally discriminated against btw)
Assuming you haven't stormed off at this point, I'll humour you against my better judgement. Let me start with a question:
would you like to point out where I said OP said it was okay?
Literally all I said is that it's gross to make this shit a competition and minimize other peoples experiences (much like people in the notes are doing to mine because clearly they know more about my own experiences than I do!) based on your own, anecdotal ones and that the attitude of, and I quote directly from the op of the post: "I think skinny people who have never been fat should shut up about who gets body shamed more permanently" is gross as hell.
bet you if it said 'Fat people who have never been skinny' instead ya'll'd be throwing a goddamn fit over it bc it's a shitty sentiment to have - but because it's directed towards thin people, it's somehow okay. It's hypocritical as hell, and I repeat: it is not a fucking competition.
It's not 'worse' or 'better' on one side and the modern day pain olympics people try to compete in are tiring and abhorrent. Stop belittling other people to feel better about yourself. Telling thin people they don't have it as bad as you makes you just as shitty as the people bodyshaming them to begin with. How does telling people their feelings don't matter help anyone?
Stop making it a competition. Bodyshaming is shitty. Period. End of. You cannot measure suffering and it is so fucking petty and childish that people can't just say 'hey, it sucks that you get shamed for something about your body you may not be able to control - I understand how it feels, don't let it get you down.'
It costs literally zero dollars to just be kind to people no matter what size, shape, colour, or whatever. It's literally free. Literally all I have said is that people should just stop trying to one up each other like some sort of sick pain olympics and maybe be a little more compassionate to people who might understand their own hurt in a way that really is not that different.
#asks#anon#like i am so tired of pain olympics dude#stop being shitty to each other over arbitrary stupid bullshit#drama#just stop being shitty to people for things they cant control let people talk about their issues#long post#my reading comprehension is literally fine people are just putting words and meanings in my mouth bc thats what tumblr does.
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Scraps
CW: I don't plan on anyone reading this but this is a public profile and I want people to be informed so if for some reason you are here and have peepers on this, please be aware that this post will talk about triggering topics involving eating.
I never thought that I'd be someone who struggles with food. It's kind of surprising that I'm surprised, considering the wii fit board called me morbidly obese when I was in middle school (I was tall for my age and the BMI scale is a lie) and my mom immediately whipped out the weight loss stuff. My mother has never modeled a healthy relationship with food, so how I'm shocked I struggle to eat sometimes is beyond me. I should be more surprised it took this long, I guess.
I used to be made fun of for my thighs. I should point out, I have always been a normal weight. Like, medium. Moderate. Neither fat nor skinny. Just a kid. But I have always had big thighs, along with what my mom called a J-Lo booty. I never was one to be insecure, until that stupid piece of plastic said that I was unhealthy. Oh, my mom hated that word. The only reason we even had a wii was because it was the only consul that I could convince my mom to let me get, because you had to move in order to play (she was convinced that video games make you fat at that time).
So, when I got super upset at the board, mom broke out the measuring tape, the fat pincher (literally a thing that pinches your body and allegedly shows you how much fat you have grasped in its plastic claw), and a walking podcast for fitness. She never made me diet to her credit (though I didn't get to have any chip bags or dessert snacks until high school), but I was upset at the way my body looked nonetheless.
And then, I wasn't. I had bigger fish to fry I guess, and years went by without me ever having to think about how my body looked. Until this school year. Going to grad did a number on me, and the kitchen set up was atrocious. At undergrad, our dining hall had tolerable food, and I usually had someone to walk with me to the mildly crowded dining hall. The dining halls at grad school? Terrifying. So many strangers crammed into one building, so much noise and chatter and other sounds that would be entirely overwhelming, not enough prep for me to feel like I could get food without looking like an idiot (I say this as if I ever went there. I didn't.), it was just too scary. I know, what a whimp of me. But if I can't eat because I'm too overwhelmed and anxious then why go to a dining hall in the first place?
So I didn't. I did my best to try and meal prep, I really did, ut then I got busy, then tired, then busy again. In order to cook for myself, I had to walk from my dorm all the way to the kitchen, where there would be people gathered usually who would always fucking stare at me and it was just too much to do by myself. Sounds really pathetic again, but what can I say, that's who I am.
I'd eat junk food for meals, then wonder why I felt like shit. I didn't realize just how much of a tole it had taken until I went home in October, to which several people, including my mom, said "wow! you've lost weight, you look good!"
Did I look bad before?
Imagine the shame of not doing one of the simplest things to take care of yourself, having negative results in your health because of it, and then being praised because you lost weight. Weight that you never noticed in a negative way. I know they didn't know. I know they just thought they were giving a compliment because they were raised in the era where pencil girls were in, but shit, man. I had been skipping meals. Actively not eating. And I already felt like shit because of it.
I looked at myself in the mirror afterwards, and only one word came to mind, and it wasn't "hot." It was frail. Suddenly, my collarbones were much more noticeable, but in a "not eating way" not a flattering way. I felt like I looked sick. Nothing crazy, mind you, I'd only lost a few pounds, but my muscles were nowhere near where they were usually. Suddenly, things were too big. And when you aren't intending to lose weight, that's fucking scary.
I've been trying to be better. 3 meals a day. And it's mostly been better since I've been home. But recently, when things started getting bad, three full meals dropped to one. With some snacks throughout the day to keep me going. It's not an intentional thing. I just can't. Sometimes nothing sounds good. Sometimes I'm tired of having to make every meal myself, so I choose no meal. Lately I just haven't been hungry, and I don't know why. But I'm trying.
Even my comfort meal had to be forced the other day. I love eggs with rice and some soy sauce, it's easy, it's one pot, and it tastes good, and you can add stuff according to your energy level. But last night, I had to force myself to eat it. I just wasn't hungry. But... I have to eat. Why does it feel like my body and my mind are working against me?
And then there's the mirror. I know I'm not actually wasting away. I'm fine. But I look at myself and just notice my bones more than anything else (and they're not even that noticeable!). I hate it. My mom is literally bones and sinewy muscle, and that's scary, because I go to hug her and she feels like she weighs nothing. Am I going to end up like that? God, I hope not. The thought is terrifying.
Why I am always at war with myself is beyond me, but I'll tell you this: it is so fucking embarrassing. And sad. My partner doesn't trust me when I say I ate, and he's right for it, but how silly is that? That I, now, even struggle to do a basic thing?
God, I'm tired of being such a hassle to myself.
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5-1-23
almost 1/2 way through 2023- i have no idea what is going on with time-please slow down. so much so much. i had a lazy weekend. rain rain and more rain. it was nice- i watched tv and laid around and ate. would have been a nice weekend to spend with a partner- doing the same. i napped- the dreams- oh the dreams- able to get into that deep rem state.
i am not getting the support i need in work. my direct report is not available. it's going to be interesting to see how this plays out.
i got the letter today saying child support will stop once Mads graduates. i bet that makes x happy. suck a dirt ball. i know i shouldn't look but i couldn't help myself and i checked out his girlfriends facebook page. she looks bad-like he is draining the life out of her. i can see it. its funny i can see it- i wish her the best, i really do. him- i hope he lives a miserable life. i hope eventually all his lies catch up to him- i hope someday he will be held accountable for the lives he destroyed.
I was talking to a guy n tinder and i mentioned something about a wedding- he went off about how much he has to pay for so many years. he made things weird. un-match-
i did manage to work out this weekend. i missed the chance to run in the rain. i actually tweaked my knee doing lunges so i decided to not run. I ran today and it felt great. the river was angry. the beach was a mess- May is tick season- i wonder if i should maybe stick to the treadmill for a while. i am scared to death of being taken out by a tick. nasty nasty creatures.
ive been having a hard time getting out of bed in the morning. i'm minding my own and the words night shift come into my mind. a guy messages me today and tells me he is working night shift. just a coincidence- i am still excited about life. worried at times- tired-free-i bet that fat guy told all his buddies how he fucked me real good. i am sure he did- bragged about himself. how fucking laughable. you do know your dick wasn't inside me right?
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"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."
izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni!
does this count? as dark content?
— 2.4k words
"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"
“[Y/N?]”
“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”
Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."
"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.
"You need something?"
"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."
Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."
You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.
"Find it?"
You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.
"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."
"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.
"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."
Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."
You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."
"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."
You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”
Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.
"How um, hows your boyfriend?"
You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.
"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."
"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.
"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."
“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”
You frown, “Anyone new.”
“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”
“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”
Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”
Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."
"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"
"They don't."
"They don't...what?"
"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.
"Like...never?"
"No." You give him a weird look.
"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"
"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."
"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."
"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."
"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."
"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"
"I could do it."
"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"
"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"
And what a way to start a story.
"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."
"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"
"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."
"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"
"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.
"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"
You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.
“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.
It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.
"Izuku maybe we shoul—"
But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.
"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."
"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.
"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.
"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"
"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."
He doesn't move.
"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.
Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?
"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.
"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.
"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."
"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."
Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."
You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."
Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.
"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.
"Simon didn't say, did he?"
Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"
Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.
"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."
You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.
"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."
Fuck the passion.
You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.
"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.
"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.
"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"
You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser
"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.
"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."
"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.
"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"
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A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm
❒ pairing: jimin x female reader
❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up.
❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!"
❒ rating: nc-17, 18+
❒ genre: smut, pwp
❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz
❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited
❒ release date: may 8th 2021
❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡
The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.
But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.
You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.
But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.
It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.
Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.
At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.
It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!
Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.
He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”
With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.
He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.
Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.
“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”
“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”
Arrogant shit, you think!
“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”
“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”
You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.
The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.
The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.
You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.
You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.
Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.
You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.
“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.
He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.
Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.
He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.
When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.
“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”
He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.
You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.
And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.
*
“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.
Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.
Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.
Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”
“Please!”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes! God yes!”
He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.
Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.
It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.
“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.
“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.
You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.
Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”
“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.
“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.
With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.
Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.
“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.
You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.
“Noooo!”
He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”
And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!
Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!
“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.
“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”
Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.
Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.
“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.
He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.
“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.
The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.
“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.
“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.
“Oh my god, please!”
You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.
“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.
He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.
“That was…” you mumble against his lips.
He cracks a smile, “It was.”
Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-
“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.
He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”
“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”
Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.
“I’m not on the pill right now!”
“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.
“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”
“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”
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needy | oikawa tooru
↳ pairings. timeskip! oikawa tooru x f!reader
↳ summary. if only your boyfriend knew how hungry you were...
↳ includes. sub!oikawa + fingering + pet names + oikawa is called good boy + dry humping + praising + a little bit of handjob + overstimulation + unprotected sex + some degradation at the end. let me know if i missed something!!
↳ wc. 1.6k
a/n. first smutty long fic in my life sksksks hope this isn’t bad ssjjsjsj but yeah oikawa’s moans have been filling my thoughts lately edited: sorry for reposting again i noticed the one i uploaded before wasn't the edited doc :c
“I didn’t hear you arrive!”
Oikawa’s eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. His tired body shifts its position on the couch to face you. Today’s training had left his limbs and body sore as ever and the only thing in his mind is the softness of your shared bed.
But your needs are different than his.
You clench your thighs, watching his legs spread on the couch, the fabric of his shorts looking a little too tight for his thighs and especially for his crotch, making the outline of his cock more visible than usual.
“Hey princess”, he says, a slight smile gracing his lips as he stares at your figure wrapped in an oversized shirt. “sorry, baby, i just got home, training started a little la—”
“I missed you” you cut him off, placing yourself on his lap. Oikawa’s eyes squint in confusion noticing the notorious warmth radiating from your core. His gaze lowers trying to catch a glimpse of your underwear when you yank his hair, making him stare back at you.
Feeling his length right under your hole makes you bite back a moan before innocently throwing your arms around his neck. Your clothed breasts press against his torso evoking a smile from you when his breath hitches in his throat.
“A-are you alright, pretty girl?”, he asks, the growing tent on his shorts pressing more evidently against your naked cunt.
You shake your head and automatically his large palms find their way to your thighs, caressing the plush skin as they move up, reaching for the dip of your hips. His chocolate eyes widen when he notices the absence of your underwear “no panties?”
“I don’t need them, right now” your voice sends blood directly to his dick making him stiffen, “I need this”, you coo, batting your eyelashes as you palm his length.
“Princess, wait—” he breathes, his head is thrown back as you rut your hips against his cock experimentally “Fuck―”
Smirking, you start humping against his shaft harder, firmly holding onto his neck for support. He is sure if you keep that pace you’re gonna make him cum in his shorts but he couldn’t care less.
You stare at your boyfriend with hungry eyes, watching with amusement how his face contorts as he gets close to his high. That’s when you stop humping him.
“Why—Why did you stop?” he says in the form of a weak pant as you grab his wrist pulling it between your legs, moaning when you feel the contact between his finger pads against your pussy lips.
“Good boys make their girlfriends cum with their fingers first. Yeah?” your mouth latches at his jaw, leaving kisses and bites on your way to his neck, sucking his pale skin. He whines in desperation as you chuckle. “Mmh? Use your words”
A part of his brain still wants to sleep but the other gets drunk more and more in your praise, fantasizing about being used for the sake of your pleasure only, his body turn into a mere fuck toy.
“I’ll be a good boy! I’ll make you cum all the times you want, princess. Just want you to feel good” Oikawa whimpers, his hand still buried in between your thighs waiting for your approval to start working on your cunt.
You smile sweetly at him before pressing a messy kiss on his lips, rutting your core against his palm.
His long fingers trace the outline of your slit, quickly getting coated in your juices before spreading your pussy lips.
“Yeah, just like that!” you encourage him and Oikawa bites his bottom lip, suppressing a growl when he finds your puffy clit.
Holding onto his shoulders, your nails dig into his skin as he starts making slow circles over the sensitive bud. He stares with nothing but pure fascination at the perfect “O” your mouth makes with each of his strokes, your mind slowly drowning in pleasure.
One of his thick fingers slips into your drooling cunt, eliciting a loud moan from both of you. Giving slow, languid thrusts, he slides another finger in, knuckles deep inside you as his thumb reaches for your clit.
“ ‘M close Tooru”, you breathe, fueling new determination into the setter’s movements increasing the pace in which he’s thrusting his fingers, ignoring the ache of his wrist. You grasp his shoulders, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.
Oikawa rubs your clit roughly, making your hips buckle against his palm as you chant his name. Your gummy walls tighten around his digits, creaming on his large hand and soaking him. He unplugs his fingers from your cunt watching with a happy smile the thin layer of your arousal coating them.
“Go ahead,” you say and immediately he brings his fingers to his mouth, humming as he swirls his tongue around them. “Good boy, making me cum only with your fingers”
You lean, pressing a tender kiss on his lips as your hand snakes down to the hard bulge on his pants, ripping a whine from his lips.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
Oikawa nods softly, strands of hair falling on top of his forehead as he stares at you with need. He only wanted to pass out on his pillow but now the ache beneath his shorts is too much to handle.
“Want to be inside you, please”, he mumbles with half-lidded eyes, earning a cocky smirk from you.
And who are you to deny when he has been such a good boy?
“Don’t worry Tooru, what type of girlfriend would I be if I left you full with cum?”
Sliding down his shorts, you lick your lips looking at the evident tent, noticing a dark patch on his underwear. You stare back at him, grinning at the blush on his cheeks before taking his shirt off.
Your movements are too slow for his liking. You play with the waistband of his boxers causing his hips to buckle up before tugging them off, finally letting his cock free.
Throwing his head back, Oikawa hiss when the cold air hits his swollen dick. The tip of its, head angry red as trails of precum ooze from it, glistening under the lights of your living room making your mouth water.
You wrap your hand around the base giving it a few pumps that have a constant trail of pants and huffs coming out from your boyfriend as he straightens. His hands move to your hips as you place yourself above his aching dick.
“I missed your cock so much,” you say, lining your entrance with his length, slowly letting your weight drop until the fat head of his dick slides inside you, deliciously stretching you out.
“So tight—” Oikawa mutters, eyes shut tight as your warm walls strangle him. He digs his fingers on your skin, a long moan slipping past his lips when you start rocking your hips “Fuck— gonna cum. ‘M gonna cum”
Oikawa’s face heats up as his cock twitches inside you, a thin layer of sweat covering his face, sticking his brown locks to his forehead giving him a blissful look. You keep rolling your hips at a merciless pace when a broken moan falls from Oikawa’s mouth, white, sticky cum filling your cunt to the brim.
His sounds are enough to make your walls convulse too, milking him dry as you throw your head back, feeling hot spurts hitting your cervix.
“Tooru, more~” you mewl and his hips instinctively buckle up, desperately fucking his cum inside you, “~Need more of you”
“Princess, I—nghhhh” your hands travel to his chest, pinching his sensitive nipples and rolling them between your fingers drawing out the sweetest sounds from the setter. “—It’s too much!”
“But you said you’ll make me cum as many times as I want” you pout, halting your movements and staring at his fucked out expression with needy eyes. Oikawa looks down, remembering his words. He didn’t think you’ll be this insatiable tonight. “Just one more, okay?”
He hardens again. Wondering how you’ll use him next was strangely arousing and with a weak nod, he grounds your hips, helping you ride his sensitive cock, ignoring the pain.
“Good boy” you praise, starting to bounce on his dick, ripping a stream of moans from his pretty mouth.
Finally, you remove your upper piece of clothing smoothly, allowing an eager Oikawa to latch his lips to your breasts.
Between whines and huffs, he licks your nipple as his hand fondles your other tit, squeezing the soft flesh eliciting a whimper from you, a familiar heat nestling in your lower belly, making your eyes roll.
Oikawa feels your pussy walls starting to spasm around him, Using the last bit of his energy, he grounds his feet on the floor to thrust up into you, searching for your climax.
But the urge to cum is too big for him. His hips stutter for a moment before he paints your insides white, grasping firmly the skin of your hips.
“Sorry, sorry—” he whimpers with red cheeks before hissing at the extra sensitivity. Taking a shaky breath, he slams his hips upwards with deadly precision, hitting that spongy spot that had you gushing in seconds.
Your mouth falls open, letting out a strangled moan, finally coming undone. The mix between your juices and his cum soak his lap and part of his shorts.
Covered in sweat, you both collapse on the couch, panting, completely exhausted.
“Thank you.” you say after a couple of minutes, pressing your cheek against his bare chest, suddenly yelping when his hand gropes your ass harshly.
“Ah, don’t thank me, doll, once I take a nap I'm gonna use you like a cumdump”
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do as you're told
「ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ」
warnings: bad!levi, unprotected sex, swearing, choking, gagging, degrade, daddy kink [captain kink], nsfw, smut.
word counter: 1.9 words.
ｃａｐｔａｉｎ ａｃｋｅｒｍａｎ
it has been a long day since you woke up. assignments from the captain levi were impracticable before surrender: disassemble a paper bale, sort 'em into letters, trash, requests and again trash. you didn't knew exactly what for levi the word trash mean to him. but you know that he has never read bullshit from the court. yes, he's respecting it, but again - his office is full of paper bale.
then you need to clean the windows and at the end of the day, when he'll be back you've to help him. levi didn't say it either what kind of help he's expecting you to do.
'brat, you've to be here at eight or else i'll make you to clean my shoes with your tongue'
he wasn't joking; you knew he can do that. a quarter to eight and you're spinning near his office, waiting for him. barely standing on your feet, falling asleep.
'i was certain you won't be able to fulfill my instructions, but you did, fortunate brat'
he sat down on the chair, staring at you sullenly. your blood runs cold, you stopped in the middle of the office, staring at your shoes. it's been an exhausting day, you're been doing the tasks since dawn and now it's almost sunset. you were ready to sit on the chair in front of levi, when he gave you a warning sign.
'did i allow you to sit down? you still have an assignments to be done' you're speechless of his rudeness. you just sighed, getting ready for new not less exhausting duty. you've got a feeling that you won't be able to training tomorrow, due to today's responsibilities.
captain showed you a gesture with his index finger: 'come here' and did without a word. approaching towards levi, your legs with difficulties moving, dreaming to feel your soft and warm bed underneath your body - one second, and you'll be asleep.
'yes, captain levi' you said, standing in front of him. ackerman unrolled the chair with him, putting hands on his knees.
'bend over closer to my face, idiot' your cheeks are covered with a pink blush, after levi pronounced that. it's the basic order: being relatively close to him. 'calm down', you mind said, 'he won't kiss you, relax'. when you did you, he brought his lips to your ear, scorching the earlobe with hot breath.
'undress me'
you're dazed, trying to reproduce his words in your head. udress? only shirt or totally naked? you've never see him naked. you've seen the outlines of muscular body in all of the years of his persistent and sometimes brutal training. but, will that means you're gonna touch his skin, his scars and smell his skin?
'did you not hear me unless you wanna get a punishment?'
he said that louder, waking you up from your thoughts.
'yes, sir'
carefully removing from him neckerchief; you slowly unbutton the buttons of his white shirt, feeling his chest rise. unbuttoning the last button, you were praying to god that it'd end, 'cause even doing it, just undressing him, it's compulsion you to think about the lower part of levi's body. when you finished, he took off his shirt, putting it on the table. you straightened your back, trying not to stare at his bulge.
'i said, undress me, cadet. i'm starting to think to give you another punishment'
before you touched the belt, swallowed nervously; your hands are almost shaking, oh how hot is he. the heat of his body is maddening, you can't deny it.
'how you're gonna take off my pants, when i still in my shoes?'
levi is rude as fuck now. he's always acting and being rough with everybody, but now he's too rude to you. you did every task, every fucking task and now he is still not satisfied? you wanted to say chill out captain, there's no need to rush, but the fear of having another task after depleted day, stopped you.
you got down on your knees, taking off his shoes. 'i'm only undressing him, please, i can't get arousal of doing it'. standing on your knees, you looked straight into the eye, with a mute supplication in your eyes, beg him to stop this.
'now my pants, y/n. take them down'
he said it with his deep and husky voice. you're done right now: wanna escape, run away from him, but you blatantly wanna know what'll be next.
to tease him? yes.
to run your fingers from his knees to the bulge? definitely yes.
you sighed, touches the belt, unbuckling the belt, faltering to touch the zip. you felt it. felt the bulge under his pants. unzipped the pants, looked up.
levi is relishing every second of this torture. he knows you're wanna more and he'll give it to you. he got up from the chair, still gazing at you with lust in his eyes, waiting for you to take off his pants.
slowly you put them down; your heart beats faster than always. maybe it's because you've been doing intimity things. it's so aroused. finally, it's over.
'i've a long day, brat, i wanna take a bath'
'you want me to make a bath for you, captain?'
'no', you mentally sighed, expecting that captain finally allow you to leave the office. 'wash me, i'm dirty'
you thought. wait, huh, what? seriously? he's certain? levi can do it by himself, he's no that tired as you're. you were reluctant to do his duties, when there were other people he could asked for.
'what if someone sees us in the bath?'
'i gave 'em an order to be in the bedrooms until the sunrise, no one wouldn't sneak out'
you got up off your knees, following the captain. you made him out to be your captain, your mentor, not a beast. he must be a mentor. when you both got in the bath, he locked the door for credibility.
'now take off the last thing'
it's necessary to be done by you? but, he's the leader, so you need to reckoned with him. you took the edges of the boxers, taking them off. you're trying to look everywhere but not at his growing dick. yes, you wanna see at levi, but, fuck, his cock.
you took the towel, soak it in warm water, rubbing over his body. it's hard not to look down there. you went behind his back, rubbing his back, ogling at him: muscular, strong body with littles scars from the past battles. light emanating from candles, showing his curves perfectly.
it's a curse - look but don't touch levi's body. only staring and choking from the pleasure.
'my lower body is dirty too, brat, hurry up'
so you back face-to-face with ackerman. you bited your lower lips, restlessly rubbing his stomack.
'are you scared to look at my dick, cadet?'
no, you aren't. you're taking precautions. you are cadet. you killed titans and you're still alive, and here it goes: you are scared to watch at yours captain dick.
no you aren't.
'on your knees, y/n, and with every rub you're gonna call me captain'
the hell. it's getting hotter here.
but, anyways, you want it too. wanna touch it and suck his dick. lick the balls and go back to the tip of his cock.
'captain', he's mesmerized by you: the way you gentle rub the towel over his body, washing him, staring straight into his eyes.
'i bet your tongue will clean my dick better'
you finally look at his cock. the tip is pink from your careless, your gentle touches.
'captain', you whispered, slightly blowing on his dick.
you knew that'll happened. you're gonna be on your knees, insatiably sucking the dick so levi will come in your mouth, breeding you. and every soldier needs to release the desire. especially the sexual desire. both craving to each other, but up to this moment you were just a team.
now you're standing on your knees, so your teammates will ask you what happened with you. what will you say? but, it'll be tomorrow, now you're sucking his dick like it's the last time you see him. unquenchably up and down, using your tongue, strocking the base of the cock with one hand.
when you reached down, unzipped your pants, thinking about rubbing you clit.
'have you had my permission to touch yourself, brat? i'm gonna gag you on my cock'
levi put his hands on your nape, gagging you, practically chocking, giving no breaks. humanity's strongest is rough everywhere, you were well-aware about it. tears begin to accumulate in the corner of the eyes: getting a bang out of pain and pleasure. it won't stop, you don't wanna it to stop, playing this moment in your head, scorching this in your mind to the day you'll die.
'i wanna fuck you raw, tonight, y/n, you should be dripping or else it'll hurts as fuck'
not it won't. you're acking for it, hungry for ackerman's cock. there is something in the ackerman's blood; you don't know exactly what, but he's certainly beckoning you: his smell, his manhood, his willingness to kill titans. it all in conjunction is maddening you. he quickly take off your clothes, started to kiss to greedily, biting your lips.
he hoisted you up by the waist, making you wrap your legs around his torso. the next second you felt like you were pressed against a cold wall.
'i knew it, brat. you've been craving for me, i'm happy it's mutually'
you didn't hear the last words, moaning to feel the tip inside you. one second and he completely entered you. huge, thicc cock. he increased the pace right after the first push. you're leaving the red patterns on his wide back, whining on levi's ear, kissing his neck, leaving a wet path from one shoulder to the other.
'you squeeze my dick so hard, my brat, you wanna cum already?'
'it's just so good'
'hold it, i wanna to cum concurrent with you'
you do as you're told. hold your orgasm. he won't last long, he endured too long, yes, he's strong. but when it comes to the person he loves - he will be weak only for them.
his cock is pounding right in the g-spot, making you melt. you've been a feverish french kissing since he went inside you. fat dick in the tight pussy, kissing the person you love - isn't it lovely?
couldn't be better.
'i'm cumming levi, can't no more'
you wrapped your legs tighter around your captain, cumming with him. he came with a little groan, leaved a dozen nail marks on your hips. he put his forehead on your shoulder, catching his breath. he let you out of his arms, kissed you on the forehead.
'tomorrow i'll go for a small expedition and when i'll return, i'm expercting you to be on all fours and naked'
'you're smug as fuck, levi'
'are you talking back to me?'
'i'll do it, captain'
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Zemo x Wife!Reader
Word count - 1,694
Warning! - (NO MINORS ALLOWED) 18+ content, some daddy kink, dom!fem, no protection, rough sex, light hand job, praises
Author's note - Sorry I didn't proof read so if there is any typos I apologize!
Prompt - You have been married to Zemo before he was locked up. His butler informed you he was out of prison. So you find out where he is and come knocking on his window. Wanting to spend your minimal time importantly. 🤣
Knock Knock Knock
Zemo had just got out of the shower. Tying his robe as he heard the peculiar noise. Wondering over to his window and quickly noticed you peeking through. His eyes widen and his lips curl to a smile. Swiftly, he unlocked the window and pulled it open.
"My darling..!" You happily cry out. Jumping into his arms. Hugging him tightly, never wanting to let go. It hurt to not see him for years. You miss him, especially his wonderful scent.
Zemo chuckled, "shhh, you must be quiet, my love." His hands slide up your back. His lips connect to the top of your head. Giving you a nice squeeze before letting go of you. Pulling back to take you all in. He hadn't seen you in years. Though all the memories of you flooded back. You looked angelic to him.
Your cheeks fill with pink pigment. Looking away shyly, you brush some hair behind your ear. "What? Do I look different? Is it bad?" You ask in an insecure manner. Hoping to not displease him. Suddenly you are pushed to look back at him. Catching his random outburst of chuckles.
"You look stunning, sweetheart." Zemo uttered out. Soon shutting the window and closing the curtains. He strolls over to the door and locks it. "I've been very lonesome. I'm afraid I may not be free much longer, my kitten."
You give him a worrisome look. That's definitely what you didn't want to hear. Instantly, you grab a hold of one of his hands. Bringing it up to your lips. Giving a tender Peck to the back of his hand. Soon holding it up to your cheek. Caressing his hand against the side of your face. "Don't say that. We will think of something to do. I promise, I won't let them separate us again." Your tone had a subtle shaky-ness to it.
Zemo sighed softly at your affections. They felt so warm and just reminded him of better times. "No, you mustn't stress over the inevitable. I know these moments will end with me behind bars again. It's too good to be true." He explains in a gentle tone. More gentle than he usually ever sounds. Which makes what he says all too real.
You feel his thumb rub your cheek. Closing your eyes in a relaxed fashion. "Then let me make these moments unforgettable, my world." You, in a way, beg. Wanting desperately to make it all last while. At least he would have these hours to think about. So he wouldn't just have so much pain to think about in a cold prison.
Zemo shifted his hand over. His thumb, catching your bottom lip. Swiping it across your plump lip. "Give me your body tonight..and make it last me a lifetime." He smiled softly. Demanding such a thing in a very soft way. Which wasn't normal for Zemo. He usually is so aggressive and forceful. Though it was a very nice change.
Not even giving a vocal answer. You begin to kiss against his thumb. Taking it in with your tongue. Giving light sucks against half of his digit. Your eyes focus on one another. His thumb pushed deeper into your mouth. Letting out a heavy hum of desire. Sucking harder as you felt his gaze grow more and more hunger for intimacy. Slowly, pulling his thumb from your mouth. He drug his down your bottom lip to your chin.
"Please, my love. I want you to have a night you won't forget. Lemme be in charge." You asked in a delicate tone. Taking his hand that just was touching you. Stroking the back of it with your thumb. His eyes flutter as he gives you a stare. A stare he hasn't given you in a long time. Not since the first you met. A lustful, longing gaze. All he mustered was a nod as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
"Okay, you can be in charge. Give me a night I can fantasize about in my cell." He smirked.
You giggle as you gently pull away from him. Reaching forwards to the tie on his robe. Opening it up to see his body. Making you melt on the inside. Geez, you really needed to compose yourself. Before you could do anything else. Zemo pulled it off completely. As he leaned in to get some sweet affections. But you stop him and gesture for him to lay down on the bed. Even though you did want to take him right there badly.
"Don't let this power get to your head."
"I just want you to relax baby. So I can strip down for you and hump your brains out." You wink.
"Oooh.. Say no more." Zemo chripped. As he fluffed some pillows. Getting on the bed, laying on his back. His head propped up by the piled pillows. As he stares over at you. His gaze still remains very heated.
You felt a touch shy, due to the attention you had. Turning your back to him as you slowly pull off your top. Swaying your hips playfully as you tossed the shirt to the side. Looking over your shoulder at him. As he chuckled softly and smiled at you. Before long you slid off your bottoms. Stepping out of them and kicking them away.
Soon enough Zemo was starting to touch himself. His hand stroked his full shaft. As he watched you eagerly, unable to hide his excitement for you. Which gave you more confidence and aroused. You walk over to his side. Removing your panties next to him. Before you gently pull his hand away.
"No more, baby.. I don't want you to have too much fun without me."
"Then ride m—"
"Beg.. Or I won't let you be inside me."
"Ugh..you little tease." He sighed in annoyance. Having a playful smirk worn on his face. "Please.. Fuck me til I'm dry and can't cum anymore." He begged like you wanted.
"Heh, fine. I'll do it Zemo, just for you daddy." You get on top of him and straddle him. Spitting into the palm of your hand. Soon stroking it all on his cock. Giving him a few heavy strokes. Hearing him softly hum in pleasure. Once he felt hard enough you let go. Seeing it stand up nicely, pulsing with needs. Needs to be buried deep inside your core. Which got you throbbing and a bit damp.
"Baby, help me keep my balance."
"Of course.. Here. You can hold my hands or lean over and put your hands on my chest." He said in a hushed tone.
You gave a nod as you reached to take his hands. Holding them firmly as you begin to shift your hips just right. You felt his tip up against your entrance. Biting your bottom lip as you keep eye contact with him. Slowly you sink down until you're filled. Your mouth agape as your grip tightens.
"Nnn.. So tight.." Zemo groaned in his gruff tone.
Soon you'd be hearing more of his groans. As you begin to carefully bounce on his erection. Letting soft steady moans leave your lips. Steadily you began to rock up and down. "Ahhh… fuck baby. You have such a fat cock." You whimper. Soon hearing a chuckle of amusement from your lover. You look at him with Redden cheeks.
"You're so cute when you say such perverted things." He teased you. Still letting some groans slip. Especially when you fell quicker against his hard on.
"Oh h-..mm.. H-Hush."
You really start to get into the groove of things. Bouncing and rolling your hips at a faster pace. Earning you repeated praises and moans from your lover. As this pattern of bounces grew boring to you. You wanted to spice things up. Letting go of his hands. Which made him give you a curious look. You lean over and hold onto his shoulders.
I'm seconds you begin to hump him hard. Making the bed creak loudly. Zemo gasped, his hands clinging to your hips. "Nnn! Fuck!" He growled in a heated fashion. Under his breath he began to chant praises to you. Which made you fuck him harder. Focusing on using kegels at the right moments.
"Ahhh nnn.. Baby please." Zemo uttered in a whine. As he didn't expect such naughty things from you.
"Please what? Tell me Zemo. Want me to fuck you harder? You poor horny thing." You murmur in a toying baby voice. Some sharp grunts mixed within your words.
All he can conjure is a quick nod as he stares deep into your eyes. Biting his bottom lip hard. His body tensing up here and there. While you make your skins slap violently together. Your moans grow louder and louder together. At this point Zemo didn't care if they were heard. He was only focused on you.
"You're going to make me cum.. Mmm."
"Fill me please daddy. I wanna be stuffed.!" You cry out, unable to hold back anymore. The walls of your core clamp against his girth. Coating his shaft in your juices.
Zemo gasps deeply as he yanks your hips down. Holding you firmly down against his pelvis. To be deep inside of you, filling you up. Your eyes widen as you feel his warm cream shoot up in your cervix. "Ahhh! Oh Z-Zemo.. Baby!" You cry deeply.
He forcefully holds you down for a few moments. As his orgasm soon comes to an end. His grip loosens and he lets go of you. His hands rub your outer thighs gently. Both of you pant in sinc. Bodies glisten with passionate sweat. You don't want to move, loving the feel of his softening member stuffed in you. Laying against him, you give him weak kisses.
"Mmm, I love you my sweet kitten." Zemo said between kisses.
"I love you too.." You mumbled back in a tired tone.
Zemo rubs your back gently and as he hushes you. "Get some rest. You did good. I'll definitely remember this forever." He chuckled lightly. Letting you rest against his chest as you two enjoyed every second of this.
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PARAPHILIA - Part 1
Pairing: Dom!Baekhyun x You
Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, smuttt
Tags: strong dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, name calling (slut is used a lot), deepthroat, body writing, toys and more~~
Raiting: +18 (more like 21+ 🤪)
Word count: 3.5k
Summary: Apparantly, the new intern has a crush on you. And it's making your boyfriend Baekhyun jealous... Very jealous...
A/N: First chapter💃!! I’m excited to show you this project! Never hesitate to give me feedback my asks are always open and seeing your reactions make me SO happy💖! I hope you’ll enjoy!! -Cat😽
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Paraphilia #1 : SADISM, Inflicting pain to others.
W R O N G F E E L S R I G H T
"Aaaah" you say as you feel the hot tea on your tongue. It's jasmine green tea, your favorite. You sit there in the dining room enjoying the warm sun of the afternoon. It's so relaxing, so nice after a stressful week of work. The new intern is very nice, but god is he a handful. He's just always full of energy but at least he is willing and wants to learn properly. But forming him is quite tiring. So enjoying this quiet time here is nice.
"Babe can you come over here?" you hear the voice of your boyfriend resonate from upstairs. You sigh and frown, annoyed. But you still decide to go see him.
He's in his office, probably playing the piano or practicing his singing skills. He was in there since early morning. You never questioned his wacky sleep schedule. Like he always says: "inspiration doesn't wait". You knew that from the beginning... He's an artist.
You push open the door and he's there on his computer frowning. What's wrong? You ask yourself as you pick up right away that something is off. You walk closer and see he's on your Facebook profile.
"Who's that?" he asks without a glance to you, pointing a finger to the picture of a recently added friend.
"It's Taeyong the new intern, I told you about him" you say in a chuckle. So that's what's wrong with him. He's jealous, you think smiling.
"How do you find him?" he still doesn't look at you.
"Huh? I mean he is pretty smart which makes things easier, but overall, he has a lot to learn it's only normal when you are fresh out of school. I mean when I started, I-" but Baekhyun interrupts you.
"I don't mean it like this! Do you think he’s... attractive?" you can't help but laugh at the ridiculous question. Finally, Baekhyun looks at you but it's only to shoot you a death glare. You stop and bite your lips trying not to laugh again.
"I mean... Of course I can't say he's ugly but I-" Before you can continue your boyfriend rips the black bob off his head and throws it on the desk. He immediately brushes back his blond hair, running his fingers through it. You flinch. Shit, he's actually upset about this.
"What about this?" he switches to another tab on the computer. This time it's your Instagram page. He clicks on the most recent post. It's a selfie you posted last week when you went out with Baekhyun, you liked your makeup that day and thought it was instagramable.
"What about it?" You genuinely ask. Your boyfriend sighs, frustrated.
"TYdragon95, is it his username?" Baekhyun asks, his tone has changed from cold to angered, you swiftly look at him, he's clenching his jaw.
"Yes I suppose so, he was born in 1995, so yeah probably..."
"Yeah of course it's him... he liked every single one of your pictures..."
Baekhyun proceeds to scroll to the other photos and it's true. His username is under every single one of them.
"Well, no, he didn't like the pictures where we are together..." he says in a cynical tone. You stand there next to him, silent, what could you possibly reply? Baekhyun chuckles coldly.
"He's probably, right now imagining you under him, his hand in his pants..." he whistles between greeted teeth. You laugh nervously.
"Hyunie, don't be stupid... he's just a guy I work with" you say fidgeting with your fingers. You know this mood. You know how angry your boyfriend can get.
"Really? Huh?" Baekhyun says, finally getting up from his chair. He stands right in front of you, only a couple centimeters (1in) separate the both of you. You are intimidated. He's so much taller than you...
"Baekhyun, please" you say in a pleading tone while taking a step back. Baekhyun steps closer.
"Baby girl do you like him?" he says in a low husky voice, sending shivers down your spine. Once again, you step back and he steps closer. You step back again, and he follows you, making you backup against the cold wall of his office, almost falling on the drums on your left.
"Baekhyun don't be ridiculous... I-"
"FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!" he yells throwing his palm on the wall next to your face. Your breath is hitching your throat.
"No Babe! Of course, not. I only love you" you say your voice trembling.
"Is this true?" his tone is somewhat softer. He leans in, inching his face close to yours.
"Yes..." you say softly, almost whispering.
"Maybe I have to remind you who you belong to"
You feel goosebumps in the nape of your neck. You know exactly what he means...
"Go in the room and wait for me there" with that he removes his hand and you quickly leave the room without daring looking at him. Without any detours you go straight to your room and sit on the king-sized bed.
You feel a familiar tingly feeling rise in your lower stomach. You don't even have time to think that your hand travels on its own to your crotch. As soon as your fingers press on your core the door slams open.
Baekhyun chuckles coldly, looking you up and down.
"You little slut you couldn't even wait for me, could you?" he walks quickly to you and yanks hard on your arm to make you stand. You wince in pain.
"What do you say?"
"I'm sorry daddy." You whimper. Suddenly he flips you over and makes you lay over his lap with your butt up. Without much consideration he roughly pulls up your t-shirt dress. His hand rests delicately over your clothed bottom as you are still wearing your baby blue laced panties. Gently, he strokes your butt cheeks with his thumb.
"Baby girl, you need a little reminder that you belong to daddy and daddy only. So, I have to punish you, you understand that, right?" he says as he slowly pulls down your lace panties. You simply nod quietly.
"So, baby girl I'm going to spank you 15 times and you will say thank you to each one of them. Understood?"
"Yes daddy" you say, already bracing for impact.
You feel his cold hand lift up from your skin. Then you hear the loud noise. Full force spanking your tiny ass. Lastly, you feel the pain, make you scream at the very first strike. It just started but already you feel the tingly feeling in your lower stomach grow.
"I didn't hear you baby"
"Thank you, daddy." You whimper.
"Good girl" Right away he spanks you again. You scream again, already your butt is burning. You can't help but to moan in between each scream. You feel each nerve of your sensitive skin.
"Thank you, daddy"
Baekhyun spanks again until he reaches 15. Your ass is raw, the pain feels so good, you bite your bottom lip trying to refrain from begging him to fuck you right now. Because you know daddy doesn't like being told what to do, especially when he's angry.
He puts you back up and makes you sit up on the bed. He stands in front of you as he unbuckles his belt.
"Now you're gonna suck daddy off, to make up to him" right there he rips out his fat cock in front of your very eyes. You can't help but gasp and the beautiful sight. He was so hard, precum pearling at the tip. It made your mouth water in anticipation.
You look at him with hungry eyes and just nod while opening wide. Baekhyun smirks.
"Good girl" he says, pinching your nose and slowly pushing himself inside your tiny mouth. He doesn't stop at the first resistance, instead he pushes harder, making his way past the back of your throat. You feel the burn with each inch as he grunts loudly. You can't breathe anymore, not through your nose and certainly not through your mouth.
Without a warning Baekhyun starts to rapidly pump himself in and out of your mouth making your eyes water. You feel tears roll down your cheeks as you try to gasp for air. Baekhyun doesn't stop and skull fucks you even deeper, tearing your throat apart. You try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. He just moans louder using your face as his personal fuck toy.
Finally, he pulls out allowing you to breathe. You loudly gasp for air. Coughing, you look up at your boyfriend. He still looks pissed.
"Fuck babe, that little slut mouth of yours is fitted for my cock, isn't it?" he says trying to catch his breath pushing his blond hair back. You cough still trying to pull yourself together.
Without warning, Baekhyun leans in and his hands reach for the collar of your dress with one powerful and swift move he rips it off your body leaving you in your baby blue lace bra only.
"Take that off for me" he says pointing at the bra as he passes his oversized hoodie over his head. You look in awe at the muscles of his back and abs moving to mesmerize you. He looks so good, he's lightly sweating from pleasuring himself with your mouth. He's stark naked in front of you, you gulp loudly, anticipating but also fearing what's to come.
"Lay there" he commands pointing a finger to the bed, you do as you're told and lay with your arms resting to your sides. Baekhyun then gets up and walks to the dresser. He opens the fourth drawer. You know what he stores in this drawer, you squirm in apprehension.
When he turns back to you, he's holding a red marker and two, no, three nipple clamps.
"Baby girl, you know you've been bad, right?" You look at him with scared eyes but nod. He sits next to you.
"This one is for allowing another man to think about you" he says as he clips the clamp on one of your nipples. You bite your lip at the delicious pinching sensation.
"This one is for daring to even say his name in front of me" he places the second clamp on your other nipple. You gasp. It feels so good, your watery eyes fill up with tears again.
"And this one is for reminding you who owns you" he places the last one on your untouched but very anticipating clit. This time you can't help but to scream and grip the sheets as the pain spreads through your core. Baekhyun looks down at you with a satisfied smirk.
"Hmmm baby, you look so pathetic squirming like that." He leans over you. "Does it hurt, baby?" he purrs as a cold smile spreads on his lips. You looked up at him, pouting and eyebrows knitted together and nod.
"Baby girl, it's only fair for you to be treated this way because you were very bad you understand, right?"
You nod, the tears finally streaming down your face. Baekhyun smiles in satisfaction again, he loves to see you in this state, wrapped around his fingers. He controls you, he owns you.
Then, he takes the red sharpie out. He takes off the cap and writes on your body, first right under your collarbones, then on your lower stomach and finally on your face.
"Go ahead and get up to go see how beautiful you look."
You get up and wince in pain again as the gravity pulls on the clamps. You walk up to the full length mirror. Baekhyun wrote "cocksleeve" across your chest, "my cunt" right over your pussy and finally "daddy's slut" on each of your cheeks.
"Aren't you pretty?" You turn back to him.
"Yes, thank you daddy" you meekly answer.
You want to walk back to him, but he puts his hand up and stops you.
"Not so fast, baby girl. The punishment isn't over yet. You are not allowed to walk back to me... Get on all fours and crawl to me like the bitch that you are"
You feel the humiliation rush to your cheeks and spread to your body. But you obey anyway, you do as you're told. Your knees against the cold hard wood you approach your sadistic boyfriend.
"Good girl, now. Crouch and tell daddy how sorry you are" You feel the tears well up again.
"Daddy..." you start with your voice trembling, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry. I will never upset you again."
Silence follows, you lift your head to look up at him and without a warning he slaps you across the face, almost making you fall. You rub your cheek.
"Gotta have to do better than that" he replies with the harshest tone. Now you are just sobbing.
"This little slut is sorry daddy. She doesn't deserve a daddy as perfect as you. I am nothing more than your personal fuck toy and a mere toy should only serve her daddy and no other men should be allowed to lay eyes on it. Daddy I'm sorry for being a dirty whore I will make it up to you I promise."
Baekhyun chuckles, visibly satisfied to see you dragging yourself down like this. You can't help but to let your eyes trail down his perfect body to his cock... He is harder than ever.
"That's right baby you are my pathetic little slut" he says gently stroking your still burning cheek.
"You know what baby? Daddy wants you to hurt as much as you hurt him by allowing this man in your life." He harshly grabs your face.
"So, you're going to stand up and you're going to show daddy how your pretty little face twists in pain" he says with a large, wicked smile.
You stand up.
"Jump, lemme see the clamps bounce."
You do as you're told and bounce yourself up and down. The weight of the clamp on your clit is unbearable and you just frown deeply in pain.
"Good girl now pull on the clamps on your nipples"
You pull on them harshly, the joyous pain makes you roll your eyes back and you can't help but to let a soft moan escape your lips. Baekhyun reaches down and starts to pump his hand around his big cock. He looks satisfied, nothing arouses him more than seeing you cry like this.
"Twist them"
You moan louder, it's difficult to contain your excitement as you feel your arousal coating your inner thighs.
"Good girl" he says with an evil smirk.
After a while, your body is red all over, complementing even better the matching sharpie.
"Now lay there you slut" Baekhyun says as he gets up the bed. You lay on your back and wait for further instructions.
Baekhyun gets on the bed over you and places himself at your entrance. Rubbing his tip against your slick folds.
"What a pitiful slut that you are getting this wet from being humiliated" he says smirking. And with that he violently pushes himself inside you in one go. You scream in absolute bliss, almost cumming to this one single thrust.
"Fuck, baby" Baekhyun moans.
He starts to move rapidly, you feel the familiar knot in your stomach form. He goes full force right away, making your fringe jump with each powerful thrust.
"Baby what are you?" he pants.
"I'm your slut daddy"
"Good girl" he says, grinding his teeth, rewarding you with more powerful thrusts and more overwhelming pleasure.
"You like daddy's thick cock don't you, slut?"
"Yes, I love your big cock daddy, it feels so good in my tiny cunt" You whine, feeling the knot getting tighter. The three nipple clamps jumping all over the place as Baekhyun fucks you deep and hard.
"No one can make you feel good like daddy, do you understand?" he says struggling, moaning in between each word.
"Yes only daddy's big cock" you bite your lip trying not to cum as Baekhyun hasn't granted you permission yet.
"Good girl. You are daddy's little slut. Daddy's toy. Daddy's personal cocksleeve. Nothing more. Your only purpose is to pleasure daddy and make him cum with your tight cunt." Baekhyun grunts, pushing himself deep and fast inside you.
The dirty talk is too much for you, you feel so good and the humiliation of being reduced to a mere object sends you over the edge. You scream and moan as your legs shake into an uncontrollable and divine orgasm, your sensitive little pussy deseperately twitching around Baekhyun's thick cock.
Your high hasn't even worn out yet that you feel Baekhyun's not-so-delicate hand slap your face. The burn in your cheek makes your eyes roll back as the setlling pleasure of your orgasm makes your mind go blank.
"I'm sorry daddy" you say half moaning, half sobbing, gagging on his slender digits.
"You slut, you came without daddy" he shoves his long fingers deep inside your throat. You instinctively suck on them as tears run down your cheeks again.
"You're such a bad girl" Baekhyun says, whipping his fingers out of your mouth to immediately pull harshly on your hair. You scream in both overwhelming pain and unbearable pleasure.
"Daddy I'm sorry" you say again, moaning as Baekhyun keeps on pounding into you, still pumping his fat cock in and out of you at an alarming speed. Stretching your tiny pussy beyond repair.
"Shut the fuck up slut" Baekhyun says as he repeatedly slaps you in the face, smudging the sharpie over with your tears. He picks up the pace again. Going even faster, destroying your pussy in the process. You moan in pleasure, feeling the knot tightening again.
"Daddy please slow down I'm going to cum again" you sob.
"I said shut up" he says clapping his hand over your mouth muffling your moans. Baekhyun has a really hard time containing himself. He feels like he's going to burst any second. As soon as he removes his hand you speak again.
"Daddy please I'm-" but you can't finish.
"Shut the fuck up I said you fucking bitch" he grunts.
Baekhyun circles his hands around your narrow neck. Pressing his fingers on your throat and your artery to keep the blood from reaching your brain. Finally, you are silenced, you can't speak anymore, not even moan. You can only concentrate on the immense pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel. He grunts loudly pumping in and out of your exhausted tiny cunt. You feel like the knot will come undone at any second now.
"That's it baby! You like when daddy chokes you, right baby? " Baekhyun says clenching his jaw.
Slowly your vision clouds up and you start to feel lightheaded. Like you are high on the most enjoyable and addicting drug: rough sex with your boyfriend Byun Baekhyun.
"I'm going to mark this cunt now baby. I'm going to make it all mine. I'm going to cum inside of you".
Seconds later, you feel thick ropes of cum painting your walls and filling you up as Baekhyun releases himself inside you with powerful thrusts. His hair is stuck to his forehead, he breathes heavily as he wears a relieved expression, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his jaw lossely hanging open.
As you are about to pass out from too little oxygen, the delicious feeling of being pumped full of hot cum sends you over the edge and you reach the most blissful orgasm ever.
"Yeah that's it baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy" Baekhyun says with a carnivorous smile.
Your legs shake all over as you see stars from being chocked. This sensation is a whole new level. Never in your life you felt something this intense. It's heaven. You ascended to heaven.
As Baekhyun slows down he releases his brusing grip around your neck, and you can finally gasp for air. As you catch your breath your vision comes back to normal and the high fades away.
Baekhyun collapses next to you, visibly exhausted and satisfied. You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his glistening chest. He starts stroking your hair.
"Baby?" he asks, hesitant.
"Yeah?"
"You... love me more, right? More than him..." he says timidly. You can't help but smile Athos sheepish expression. You look up at him amorously surprised by the the complete change in his attitude. There's no more anger in his eyes as he cutely pouts.
"No babe, I only love you. You are my one and only" you say softly kissing him. He looks back at you smiling before closing his eyes.
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