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preeningpisces · 1 month

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Geto NSFW Headcanons

Im gonna try not to be biased because this is my main bitch right here 🖤

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write about any of these headcanons

(literally any ask about Geto will make me do somersaults—backflips, even)

18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby f!reader

Pre-Incident

꩜ Geto is interesting because before he snaps and after he snaps feel like two different vibes in regards to sex

꩜ Doting, almost like a service-dom. He likes taking care of you, but he also prefers to have control. Though not so controlling that he can’t ever be submissive

꩜ Major smooth-talker, like Gojo said, he has a silver tongue. Likes a mixture of praise and degradation. The degradation is usually teasing, and doesn’t extend past the usual slut, whore, etc. range…usually

꩜ Sometimes it comes out corny tho lmfao pls roast him when it does

꩜ Good at making you feel sexy. The type that will kiss you all over, giving extra affection to areas you aren’t as fond of. It’s difficult at first, but with time you become more comfortable

꩜ Very sensual, and intimate. He has good self-control, & is very patient so he can draw things out & drive you crazy. Like he can spend all-too-long just toying with your mouth, denying you the kiss you so desperately want. Barely brushing your lips and teeth with his thumb, before pinching your tongue between fingers. Wowee

꩜ Refuses to kiss you after absorbing curses. Even though no one else can taste them, the thought of tasting like that is enough for for him to refuse; he doesn’t want you to go through it too. Also, tasting shit-vomit in your mouth doesn’t exactly get the schlong schlinging, yknow

꩜ I suspect absorbing curses gives him an immediate surge of negative emotions, so he usually needs space. Sometimes he just wants to hold you, or be held, in silence

꩜ Can be surprisingly playful in bed

꩜ Really likes fucking you from below. Smooshing your soft breasts and stomach against him, and feeling your weight on top of him. Holding you still so he can rail you while whispering sappy, dirty shit in your ear. I’m passing out someone help

꩜ I’ve been poisoned by the perv!geto fics on here, and can’t see him as not being a secret pervert. Just slightly. It takes a while for him to reveal that side to you, since he tries to appear refined and respectable

꩜ Definitely the type that likes music in the background; I see him as someone who cares about music a lot in general. You know he likes you if he’s sharing song recs

꩜ Lots of playlists, and even has a few sex playlists with different moods. Usually prefers things that are chill, but has a few harder-hitting songs—this is why he needs the playlists, lol. He doesn’t like when the vibe changes too much

꩜ One time you sneak Cbat onto his playlist & make him laugh so much he loses his boner. At that point did you really win? Hmm?

꩜ Tbh he’s got game & is aware of it. You gotta humble him occasionally or else he becomes insufferable

Post-Incident

꩜ This Geto is a lot more self-centered, aggressive, and sadistic in bed. I wouldn’t say he’s a tyrant tho

꩜ Will legit punish you when you disobey, no funishments here. Big into humiliation

꩜ My heart is telling me shibari, especially the kind that can be hidden beneath clothes. Particular about the color, and will pick ones that flatter your skin tone. Obsessed with the way the ropes pinch and dig into your soft body. He’ll bite and squeeze the parts that spill over the ropes

꩜ One punishment would be walking around secretly tied up, but the style where one of the ropes rubs against your pussy as you walk. It sounds nice at first, but that bitch is gonna chafe for sure

꩜ He’s more selfish than before, yes, but he still maintains a proclivity for doting—we all see how he spoils his daughters! It’s like, he gets his turn first, and when it’s your turn, it's your turn. Multiple orgasm king. He’ll do it until you’re sobbing tho, so pray for your pussy

꩜ Loves making you choke on his cock—gets kind of intense with the bjs. Mfer needs to chill (and buy you some throat lozenges)

꩜ Doggystyle is his favorite without a doubt, he just wants to pin your face to the bed and watch your ass bounce

꩜ A lot of the previous stuff is still applicable to some degree, but I think he has a lot less patience at this point, and is waaaay more into degradation & domination

꩜ He gets legitimately mean sometimes lmfao it’s like you gotta have 2 safewords: one for physical intensity level, and the other for bullying level 😭

꩜ Would he sleep with a non-sorcerer? Honestly, I can’t decide. If he did tho, he would be SO FUCKING MEAN I don’t even want to think about it !!!

꩜ Does he use monkey in bed unironically?? Chat pls advise

#geto smut #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x chubby reader #jjk smut #chubby reader #divider by benkeibear #god i wrote so much for him #the favoritism is wild #dreams of geto ☁︎#headcanons ☽#geto headcanons #dreams ☽#wet dreams ☽

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txtistheloml · 7 months

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mean hard (positively toxic(?)) dom yeonjun who loves u sm but hates it when u get jealous because ofc he loves you why are you thinking he could love anyone else the way he loves you. “you think i’m close with ___? yeah well guess what? i dont do this to ____” and then proceeds to rail your brains out

im sorry if this made no sense i literally do not know wjat im saying ugh

im sorry this took like 84883983928 years to answer but i hope i did justice to ur idea !! enjoy babe :3

Jealousy - Choi . YJ

word count: 1.5k-ish (1542)…. warnings: implied fem. reader, afab!reader, petnames (baby, sweetheart), degradation of some sort..? (slut), jealousy if it counts, slight angst if you squint, no protection used (wrap before you tap pookie), lowkey breeding kink bc im obsessed uhh, spanking (like once), edging (once LMAO), my terrible writing ofc, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: im sorry to whoever is called maddie 😭 i just came up with that name randomly ,, also sorry for shit quality if it is haha ,, random moodboard dont attack me pls ik it isnt the best i triedd

to say you hated yeonjun being so close to other girls, wanting to be the only one in his eyes, was an understatement. you absolutely despised it.

and well, this was how you ended up in this particular situation.

sitting on a chair in the corner of yeonjun's office, arms crossed over your chest and lips all pouty as you counted down the time until he clocks off for the day. watching yeonjun type away on his computer while he flirts and giggles with the female coworker, maddie, who sat beside him was an eyesore. he looked your way every couple minutes sending you an assuring smile as he mouths, i'll be off soon.

sure you loved yeonjun and all, but you couldn't help the jealousy that was bubbling in you when you saw him act all sweet and close to maddie, so you decided to 'ignore' him when he pulls on your hand, a sweet smile tugging on his face as he says, "let's go baby." as soon as you stood up from the chair, you let go of his hand and silently trailed behind him, not a single word being heard from you.

silence hung in the air as you both got into the car, and your unusual silence doesn't go unnoticed by yeonjun since you were always so energetic and bubbly, but he thought lightly of it and decided to simply shrug it off, thinking that maybe you were just tired.

"how was your day baby?" "fine." "are you hungry yet?" "no."

seeing that you were speaking to him so dryly, he made the sensible choice of not poking his nose into it further and decides to shut up as he thought about what he could have possibly done to piss you off recently the rest of the drive home.

"okay what's going on? you have not said shit to me since we left the company. your're genuinely scaring me sweetheart.. tell me what's wrong, please?" yeonjun tries to reason as he shuts the door to your room, putting down his bag and undoing his tie.

"you should know fucking well what you did choi yeonjun. and this isn't the first time either." you snap out of annoyance, "if you want to be all close and flirty with maddie, you might as well go make her your girlfriend instead"

"you cannot be serious right now y/n." he states with a scoff, "you know how much i hate it when you get jealous. i've told you before, she's just a colleague y/n. you know you're the only one i see sweetheart, i only love you, no one else i swear."

despite yeonjun being so sweet, you still wanted to prove your point of being jealous. "well as far as i know, colleagues don't flirt and giggle all the time yeonjun, especially when she knows fairly well you are dating me. and it definitely seems like you're closer to her than me you know."

"you think i'm close with maddie? yeah well guess what? i don't do this to her."

that was the last thing you heard from yeonjun before he's grabbing your face so hard you'd think it would leave a bruise and crashing his lips onto yours. the kiss was hot and messy and as much as you liked it, you didn't want to give in yet. trying to push yourself away from him as you push against his chest but unsurprisingly, he doesn't let you get away.

he threads his hand through your hair and suddenly he's pulling your head back by your hair, deepening the kiss. you yelp from surprise but yeonjun is unfazed as he continues pulling you into him, almost as if he wants to merge the two of you into one. he pulls away only to catch his breath but his hands don't stop.

he practically yanks your clothes off as he roughly shoves you in the direction of the bed, ordering you to do as he says. "face down ass up sweetheart, i believe your dick-filled brain knows what's better for you right?" you had no choice but to listen to him, knowing if you didn't, punishments that you'd rather not reminisce about.

although you couldn't see what he was doing, you could hear the clinking of his belt followed by the thud of it on the floor, you guessed he was ridding of his clothes. you felt a heavy weight push down on the bed as it crawls towards you before you were left with the stinging pain of yeonjun's palm on your ass.

you let out a small shriek before his hands were smoothing over the soft flesh of your ass, almost as if he was trying to soothe the pain. you braced yourself for another strike, thinking he was going to spank you again but you felt his hands glide downwards, over your already dripping pussy.

you moaned out as his fingertips circles your clit agonisingly slowly, and he's whispering into your ear, "need me to remind you of who this dick belongs to, sweetheart?" the thoughts of you wanting to prove your point being long gone, you nodded furiously as all you could think about was yeonjun's dick. but honestly, who wouldn't?

"such a slut tsk. my pretty slut hm?" "yes! all yours yeonjun, please. m' all yours." barely able to think straight, that came out more as a squeak than you intended but that was the least of your worries as you feel yeonjun prodding at your entrance.

yeonjun wanted to have a little mercy on you at least, deciding to stop after pushing in halfway as he knew sometimes you struggled to take him, but he couldn't stop, your warm gummy walls sucking him in so greedily. hissing softly at how tight you felt around him, he grips onto the plush of your hips and starts fucking into you like some starved animal.

hearing you moan and mumble something along the lines of feeling so full, he can't help but let out a laugh as he pounds into you faster, one hand gripping onto your hips as another hand slipped under to rub at your clit just the way he knows you like it.

"my slut is always so greedy for my dick, fuck- you feel so good, so tight and warm" he coos at you almost teasingly, "maddie doesn't get this from m-me y'know, hmmph- you're the only one that gets this from me. i don't f-fucking like it when you get jealous, you are the only one i love y/n."

your moans and cries were only spurring yeonjun on more, as his hips stutter for a split second as to how good you were making him feel. a slightly louder whine ripped from your throat when you felt him hit that one sweet spot inside you. he tried to angle his thrusts to hit your sweet spot over and over again, his hand on your clit never stopping as he inches you closer to your orgasm.

you were practically crying out to him saying that you were so so close along with strings of indecipherable sentences. he brought you dangerously close to the edge before completely stilling his movements, causing you to moan frustratedly as you try to buck your hips backwards to get some friction as you felt your climax dwindling away. yeonjun took a deep, shaky breath as he tried to calm himself a little, since he was also so close to cumming earlier.

choked sobs of protest were sounded by you, "i was so close yeonjun, so so close. why did you have to stop-" but was cut short as yeonjun's hips met yours again frantically, wanting to chase his own high too. shamelessly loud wails of yeonjun's name was repeated by you, again and again as the familiar feeling appears in your tummy again.

your knuckles turning slightly white as you grip onto the pillow for your dear life as yeonjun pounds into you faster (if that was even possible). the knot in your tummy tightens more and more by the second and a mixture of screams and moans of yeonjunyeonjunyeonjun were ripped from you as you ride through possibly the best orgasm of your life.

shuddering from the intensity of it, that was all it took to trigger yeonjun's own high, burying himself as deep as he could with a few last thrusts before he cums and fills you up to the brim.

after a few moments, he gently pulls out, wincing slightly from the sensitivity, as he turns you around and plops himself onto you, breathing in your scent even though you probably didn't smell the best at that moment. you guys didn't give a care in the world about the humid sticky feeling from the sweat that had gathered on your bodies.

you kind of felt silly for feeling arrogant about the fact that you were the one being filled up with yeonjun's babies, not maddie being in your place, but who's judging? its probably just your braincells malfunctioning after that godsent orgasm.

safe to say that was not the last time you got jealous of maddie and your neighbours would probably know yeonjun's name by now LOL

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strawberryya · 1 year

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eager angel

Joshua x reader

synopsis: after a long, hard day, sometimes pegging your lovely boyfriend is the perfect way to escape reality and have some horny fun.

word count: ~3.5k

genre/contains: smut, fluff, comfort, established relationship, bottom!Joshua, sub!Joshua, dom/switch!reader, gn!reader, reader gets wet, pegging, anal penetration, use of strap-on, degrading pet names used lovingly, praising, a little bit of teasing, mentions of food, half-implied aftercare(?)

rating: 18+

a/n: had an exam -> needed to forget about the exam -> pegging Joshua :D Also, thank you again, wonderful, amazing uncle Jenna @huiranghaes for proofreading and boosting my confidence in my writing!!!

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“Hey angel,” you said, welcoming home your boyfriend from work.

Joshua was dragging his feet while walking into the living room and plopped down right next to you on the couch that you had situated yourself on since you got home from work yourself barely an hour ago. He gave you a peck on the cheek before letting his head fall down onto your shoulder.

“Your home kinda late, bad day at work?” you asked, noticing that something was obviously not right with him.

“Yeah, just a long day, and annoying coworkers, and clients, and traffic, and my lunch was really not what I needed today for some reason, and it was just all wrong,” he said with such a completely exhausted tone that you felt your heart hurting for him just from hearing this short recap.

You gave him a small kiss on the head, hoping that would comfort him at least a little bit.

“That sounds awful, I’m sorry you had to go through a bad day today.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking a night in with just us is exactly what I need today to fix it,” he responded looking up at you and kissing you on the lips, soft and tender.

“C’mon, get under here with me,” you said and shifted while lifting up the edge of the blanket covering your legs. It didn’t take any convincing for him to snuggle up under the comfy blanket, intertwining your bare legs with his soft suit pants.

“Did you have a better day than me though baby?”

“It wasn’t as bad, I had a pretty decent lunch actually, but yeah, not exactly great. That’s partially why I have been sitting here since I got home.”

“I’m sorry, do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, concern and compassion filling his eyes, but you really didn’t feel like thinking about that right now, so you shook your head, “Not really, maybe later when I feel better and can just rage-talk about it.”

“Well, just tell me when and im all ears,” he said, smiling with love and concern, while he picked up the hand he had managed to get a hold of underneath the blanket and kissed the back of it, making you giggle at the cute gesture. Not that it was rare, it just always made you feel so giddy whenever he did small things like that.

“Thank you, angel,” you said, placing your head on his that had placed itself back down on your shoulder. And the hand that had previously been in your hand had slipped out of it and was now mindlessly caressing your upper thigh in small motions, making your mind wander to something that was completely different compared to the bad day conversation.

Somehow, you knew that your mind wasn’t the only one that had started wandering. Joshua’s breath and the way his hand made certain movements that you could recognize anywhere, anytime, was telling you that he was thinking of the same exact thing that you were.

“So… do you wanna escape all that with me for a moment?” you said, only the slightest bit unsure if your intuition had been fully correct. But when he answered with an incredibly excited and ‘thank god you said something so I didnt have to’ type of exhale: “God yes!”, you were a hundred percent sure that your intuition had been correct.

“Did you prep already?”

“Yeah, I- I did this morning just in case we were going to…” he mumbled, looking away a bit, but there was really no need for him to be embarrassed or shy about being prepared. You definitely enjoyed having him love you fucking him so much that he had made prepping a part of his morning routine.

“Aw, sweetheart aren’t you a good boy for me today, but do you prefer a reward or a punishment for being the desperate little slut you are?” you asked, watching him look back at you with his pretty brown eyes, “Hm, what do you think? You can choose.”

“I- I’d like the reward…” he stuttered out, a gorgeous scarlet color painting his cheeks as he spoke.

“Of course, my baby will get anything he wants today then.”

As you got up, untwining your legs from his and pushing the blanket off of your body you added “Why don’t you get those trousers off, and ill be with you in just a second,” and left to put on the strapon and Joshua, being eager to please you, scurried off into the bedroom throwing off his suit jacket and pants. However, he left his boxers on, knowing how much you loved to play and tease him while seeing him grow hard underneath the thin fabric. He was honestly already feeling semi-hard at just the thought of you making him feel good and he knew you would love that small detail.

When you walked into the room, you were still dressed as you had been just a minute ago, still covered up, however, the tent visible under your oversized shirt was impossible to miss and Joshua couldn’t help but let his gaze trace over the plush skin being revealed from underneath the shirt that rides up with every movement, the solid cock hiding underneath it only making it slide higher up on your thigh.

He himself was only dressed in his white button-up shirt loosely buttoned and a pair of black briefs, not hiding the way he was growing harder with each passing movement that he stared at your figure being teased in front of him along with the promise of the pure pleasure you would bring him.

“Hi angel, you ready? Want me to make you forget about your day and make you feel good?” you said with a small smirk playing at the corners of your lips, watching Joshua react both by nodding yes and by his entire body leaping forward towards you, closing the short distance between you and kissing you while cupping your face in both his hands. his eagerness made you smile into the kiss.

It was always so much fun exploring new things, that is something you had discovered together in the past couple of years, but still, just kissing and letting each other’s hands explore the other’s body was still one of the most exciting things you two did. When it was just the two of you, nothing else, small touches and whispers of “I love you, you know,” and “God, how do you taste so good,” mixed together will small smiles and little gasps and moans just never lost it’s magic somehow.

“You ready for more?”

“Uhum…”

“Shua angel, you know we don’t do that,” you said, removing your hands from his body in an instant, “Words baby.”

“Please give me more, please!”

“No need to beg today sweetheart, we’re playing nice today remember…”

However, he wasn’t planning on pleading with you any longer, especially since he could only nod mindlessly as he felt your hand back on his skin and traveling down over his torso towards the black fabric covering his cock and more importantly for today’s agenda, his pretty little ass.

You could feel the way he jerked forward as your fingertips slid across the outline of his erection, loving the way he moans out your name in a low whisper. When you move your hand away from him and dip your fingertips just below the waistband of his underwear, moving around his gorgeous hips and towards his lower back, you can’t help but smile as you can feel him shift his legs while arching his back just enough for you to get the hint and lower your hand to his cheek, squeezing it and caressing his ass as you notice how he is practically begging for you to touch him where he needs you to.

His whimpers are filling your ears and the way he shifts in search of your touch is filling your brain to the very brim, turning you on too much for your own well-being.

“You want me to stretch your pretty hole out angel?”

“Please, please, yes, I need your fingers, I need your cock, I need you so bad,” he began pleading again, not wanting you to stop if he didn’t respond properly again.

You slid your fingers down between his cheeks, pushing down two fingers on his hole, just begging to be fucked. When you began rubbing small circles around his ass, you felt him push back onto your fingers, pushing them inside just ever so slightly. This made you both moan; the feeling of him opening up just enough for you to push inside with your tips and feeling him squeeze around your fingers made you feel dizzy with the rush of lust you felt imagining him taking in the cock currently bent up in between yours and Joshuas hips.

“I need more,” he groaned into your neck.

“Greedy today, aren’t you angel?”

However, the way you were having issues controlling your own breath, and hips at that, gave you away and Joshua called you out immediately by smirking into a kiss and grinding his hips teasingly down onto you, making you moan into his mouth.

“Okay! Never mind, get the lube baby.”

This, he was completely on board for, and while you dropped some of the lube onto your fingers, Joshua used the seconds of you being preoccupied to remove the black boxers, letting his cock spring free. You noticed his shiver as the chill in the air washed over his bare skin.

“C’mere,” you said as you gestured for him to come back to you, and once he was right in front of where you were sitting on the edge of the bed, you pulled him down by the shirt with the hand not covered in the slippery lubricant and gave him a quick kiss. When you pulled back, you could see just how turned on he was by the way his face was slightly flushed and his pupils dilated like crazy. You yourself weren’t exactly one to say anything about the horniness-levels of anyone else in the room; feeling yourself overheating and salivating at the mouth at the thought of just sucking his pretty dick where he stood.

However, that could be put off for later tonight. So you pulled him back in, kissing him again, letting him hold your face in his hand as you slide your tongue over his bottom lip, giving it a small nibble and smiling at the whimper he lets out from the sensation. Once you pulled back his lips were even more swollen than a minute ago and you simply admire his flushed face and messy look for a moment, because how can someone look so fucking gorgeous, already half fucked out and still begging to get fucked like a perfect little whore. This was something you would never get over, you thought as you patted the bed, insinuating that he should get on it.

“Ass up angel,” you ordered and he obeyed immediately, his arch looking so pretty, you had to stop yet again and just admire him. The curve of his back to the way he was spreading himself open on the bed - just for you. You couldn't help but take a moment to take it all in.

“Like what you see so much you forgot what you were about to do huh?”

You smirked at his comment, “You look so pretty all splayed out for me, ready sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes-” he said, but his answer was turned into a groan due to your fingers, slippery, wet, and hot touching down on his begging hole. The lube, warmed up from your hands, did the trick, and your fingers could easily find their way inside his tight hole. You pushed them in and then slid them out at a pace making your reward seem more like a punishment in Joshua’s eyes.

“More, more, please,” Was all you heard coming from Joshuas’ lips, occasionally muffled by the covers and pillows on the bed.

You quickened your pace, spreading your fingers once you felt him being relaxed enough to take it. You let your other hand alternate between spreading his cheeks even further and stroking his dick for just a moment before leaving it abandoned and twitching from the lack of friction. Not to mention how when you dragged your hands up his back, following his spine and seeing him arch, even more, you pushed up the white button-up and revealed more of his gorgeous back to you, letting you gaze down onto his hips, teasing you to grab them as you fucked him until he was so fucked out he was drooling.

“You think you’re ready to take my cock angel?”

“Yeah,” he moaned breathlessly, eager to feel you inside of him finally.

You reached over to the lube bottle still laying on the bed and let it slip down over the cock strapped to you. In the meantime, Joshua was trying to concentrate on staying patient, so when you tapped his cheek with a light slap, he had to force his concentration to focus on your words. Once he caught the meaning of your words, he quickly did as you had instructed and flipped himself over, now laying on his back, legs bent up, revealing everything you wished to have on display. His cock was leaking precum already, begging to not be neglected, but you both knew that wasn’t what he needed right now.

He looked at you as you climbed onto the bed, to sit in between his legs, as you stroked the lube onto your cock. Joshua couldn’t help but look at how you had made a mess yourself, arousal dripping down your thighs and now mixing with the lube dripping from your hand and cock.

Fuck, you looked hot as you stared down at him, practically eating him with your eyes.

“Could you unbutton that shirt for me? Don’t wanna ruin it any more than it already is,” you requested and he obliged, more than happy to let you gaze down at him as more of his skin was exposed to you.

“Thank you, baby, you’ve certainly been obedient today, for the most part at least, and we did say you would only be rewarded today, so let’s make you feel as good as you want to, yes?”

“Yes,” he said, once again interrupted by a moan, this time caught by your lips as you bent down to kiss him while you let the tip of the cock push at his entrance, testing him, teasing him almost.

“Such a good boy,” you whisper out as you feel his walls give out and let you inside his tight hole.

After letting him adjust for a moment, you feel him relax around you from the way your cock was able to inch forward. You pulled out and pushed in again, your strokes slow and deliberate, letting him take you in, inch by inch until you were close to bottoming out. His whimpers and moans had mixed with his pleas of wanting more and wanting it faster, never mind that you were both aware that this way was the one he would enjoy the most in the end. Having him properly stretched and warmed up always resulted in his pretty little hole not being able to get enough of your cock, sucking you in, and not wanting your cock to leave the tight walls hugging it.

Trying not to get ahead of yourself, you push in, only moving ever so slightly, staying in place and only stroking an inch in and out of him while bending forward and leaning down to let your lips melt on top of his, swallowing the small whimpery moans escaping his lips.

You released his lips but didn’t change your pace or strokes, leaving him wanting more as you kissed down his jawline and down his neck and chest, leaving the faintest purple marks wherever you saw fit. His whimpers each time you released a spot on his skin made you want to make another one, and another one, and yet another one until his skin was painted purple like the sky at dusk on a late summer evening.

But the way he was pulling at the fabric still clinging onto your body signaled to you that no matter how much he enjoyed your lips on his skin, he needed a bit more from you.

“Want me to fuck your pretty hole properly angel?”

“Please, I need it.”

And you obliged to his pleas, grabbing hold of his hips, dragging your cock out, and pushing it in with a much larger stroke than before, making Joshua almost lose himself completely in the pleasure surging through his body. You could tell that he was going to cum sooner rather than later, and you decided to reward him properly by not dragging it out, no matter how much you wanted to see him beg for it for hours more.

Your strokes became even more precise, hitting just the spot you knew drove him crazy, seeing his cock twitch and leak and pulsate until he was half screaming “Yes, that’s it!” while moaning like a pornstar. You kept your pace, letting the sheer force of your motions drive him wild. His orgasm was close, and you felt a knot building in your own body, awaiting a release, untouched but running on overdrive from the scene playing out in front of your eyes.

He was sucking you in like never before, and he began falling apart right in front of you, moaning and whimpering your name as his cock twitched one last time before releasing his hot white cum, landing on his bare torso, covering some of the lower marks you had made just a while ago, and the sight combined with the way you name was coming out of his pretty little lips as he looked so fucked out made your own orgasm crash into you, and you moaned as you continued to push your cock in and out of his pulsating hole.

You slowed your pace and your moans became whimpers and low whispers of praise, and his moans of your name turned into low whispers of it along with at least a dozen ‘thank you’s’. And when you pulled out and let yourself fall down on your side, your head landing on Joshuas’ stretched-out arm you felt so completely satisfied it amazed you that he had made you feel this way even though he hadn’t even had time to touch you yet.

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“Fuck, you made me come from just seeing you,” you said through your heavy breaths as you were coming down from your high.

“Does that mean you aren’t up for round two after dinner?” he asked, smiling at you as he turned his head to look at you on his arm beside him.

“Really you’re gonna start testing me as soon as you get what you want huh? Now I might have to reconsider giving you everything you want today, maybe some punishment is exactly what you need later,” you wiggled your brows a bit as you said that, letting a smirk grow onto your face as Joshua scoffed at your warning, the post-nut clarity apparently making him incredibly cocky this time around.

“Before we do any of that, mind helping me to the bathroom?”

“Of course angel, but I’m feeling a bit wobbly myself, so I’ll support you and you support me and we waddle.”

“Alright, let’s waddle to the hot cozy water, like penguins,” he said, lifting himself up and capturing you underneath him, bending down to kiss you slowly, lovingly and so softly you felt like you would levitate any second if he didn’t let your lips go from his perfectly plush and puffy lips.

“Okay, let’s waddle,” you said, somehow shuffling yourself off of the bed and onto the floor, helping Joshua up from the bed, and helping each other stabilize one another. The scene making you both burst out in laughter.

“What should we get for dinner?”

“Definitely delivery, there’s no way we’re standing and cooking today,” you answered without a moment’s thought.

“You deserve one of those pebbles for that opinion, and if we manage to penguin waddle without dying I’ll give you two pebbles and a kiss.”

“Two pebbles and three kisses or no deal, I’ll trip us over myself and then we might never get up and we will just have to be penguins stuck in a pile of snow instead.”

“Okay okay, you’re a tough man to deal with, but I’ll accept the demands, now let’s go get cleaned up and I’ll somehow order us some food to recharge,”

“Yes, waddle forward!” he shouted out, making you both burst out in laughter yet again.

.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・.

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poorpuppyboy · 6 months

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Hi nsftblr! Tis I, Sunflower, here with my THIRD nsft blog.

Idk really how to explain my absense other than I have waves of sex repulsion and i think the best course of action is to sever that via deleting a very fun project: i.e: my kink blog/s.

Anyway. I lost my first one to THE BAN HAMMER and the 2nd to my brain. So uh here i am againnn.

So here's me:

You can call me 🌻 Sunflower or any of the terms/names listed below. I am 19, a FtM transgender man. I am attracted to all genders, with a preference for men, and transfem people. I'm a virgin and havent had an irl sexual experience, but that doesnt mean I'm a pushover, lmao. I'm hoping to have fun and meet like-minded kinky people. That being said, lets all be safe and have a good time!

I love getting asks! especially horny comments or scenarios ehe! I'm not open to DMs anymore unfortunately. my social anxiety has gotten pretty bad and I've ended up ghosting quite a few people, but feel free to communicate via asks with me :]

That being said, I am reopening my DMs to my moots, or if I message first.

I am open to sexting and getting off over text but I am not looking an irl sexual experience or relationship. Discussing fantasies during sexting is fine and even encouraged as long as you understand I am in no way going to actually fuck you.

NAMES/TERMS FOR ME:

any kind of good boy, prince, puppy type terms are fucking 10/10, i also like slut, whore, toy, anything degrading or implying being used i love. Especially if you mix it with praise "good toy, good slut" etc

BODY TERMS: I am uncomfortable with my chest being called "breasts" and my cunt being called "vagina" but aside from that, go stupid go crazy

anyway, the kink rundown:

YES:

minor bdsm or d/s dynamics, free use, monsters (vampires, werewolves, tentacles 🤤), puppyplay/petplay, exhibitionism, degradation, praise (mix the two and i love you) minor dd/lb, objectification (use me, daddy), humiliation, hypnosis, corruption (make me into your slut 🥰), masochism/pain (lightly), cnc/dubcon, sexting, phone sex, sending/recieving pics, vids, voice messages. I have a big voice kink and love dirty talk/moans.

NO:

Full dd/lb/g, ageplay, rapeplay, raceplay, scat, piss, shit, vomit, vore, blood, weaponplay/knifeplay, cuts or burns (idm bruises or slaps), detrans, misgendering, anal

DNI/I WILL BLOCK YOU LIST:

straight men, terfs, racists, transphobes, mysoginists, etc. detrans, misgendering, raceplay, scat/piss/bodily fluids, nsfw ageplay (it makes me uncomfy sorry)

NOTE WITH DD/LB/AGEPLAY: I literally only being called "good boy" (and similar) and calling doms "daddy" and being babied A LITTLE and doted on. not much else with that. I do experiment with littlespace but I want it to stay 100% sfw if I'm regressing. You can use elements of dd/lb in nsfw conversation/asks with me as long as you know its not littlespace. If you try and make me regress for the purpose of nsfw interaction, I will block you.

NOTE ABOUT CNC/DUBCON: I like the kind of cnc thats like, for example, roleplaying a kidnapping where im into it and hiding that. I don't like roleplaying ACTUAL RAPE

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI IF YOU POST OR LIKE DETRANS/MISGENDERING. I WILL BLOCK YOU

#trans nsft #t4t nsft #queer nsft #ftm nsft #nsftblr #nsft degradation #nsft dm me #nsft asks open #nsft mlm #nsft ftm #nsft sub #nsft kink #nsft puppy #nsft intro #nsft daddy #nsft dd/lb

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captnjacksparrow · 2 years

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Should I feel ashamed for liking dom/sub type of fanfics related to sns? (sasunaru shipper btw)

Ofc I’m able to separate that kind of stuff when it comes to understanding how their canon relationship works, and I don’t try to force my preferences on anyone. When I’m trying to understand their characters, ofc I don’t bring bottom or top into it. I honestly get a lot of hate for my preference and I’m constantly accused of not understanding sasukes character or their relationship dynamic because I ship Sasunaru. I hate it a lot, im able to differentiate how their relationship actually works and how it is in the ff I typically enjoy.

I just hope im not a cruel person for liking that kind of stuff with characters who likely don’t even follow the bottom/top dynamic. Your thoughts?

Okay...

Before I write anything related to this ask, I suggest you to read these short posts from one of our renowned SNS blogger Fourangers.

This and This and This

The reason I attached these posts is because I want you to know why people feel certain way about SasuNaru (including me). Not bashing you or your Choice, Anon. Even Fourangers also wasn’t bashing. What she said makes total sense.

Like, it depends on Doujinkas and Fanfic writers INSTEAD of the seme/uke thingie. It’s unreasonable to pin an entire sub-fandom as a negative (a sub fandom of the very ship I ship) just because of the Top/Bottom discourse. And that’s exactly how I feel too. Because few days ago, I was on Cloud Nine to have found an 100% canon compliant SN doujinshi which even led me to make a dedicated post about it because most of them I’ve came across were a terrible Porno mess. My gripe about SN is.. “I wish it were more characterization first and sexual preference last... Rather than conforming the character under a stereotypical seme/uke and make it unpalatable”

So, Keeping this as a Preface.....

Should I feel ashamed for liking dom/sub type of fanfics related to sns?

No. Definitely not.

I said, I usually don’t read these genre because ‘Romance/Smut’ is not my thing. But if smut appeals to you, then Please Go ahead... and have fun.

Well, Why should you feel ashamed anyway?

Because Did the other side AKA NS virtue signaled you that they are the better species filled with only pureness, canon-ness without any smut or dom/sub contents??? If that’s the case....

Please ignore those Incels AKA morons who is guilt tripping or making you feel ashamed about your preference. They are no better than those Homophobic assholes who shames other people for their sexual orientation.. And FYI, Dom/Sub thing exists in that side too...

So, Screw those accusations and read whatever you want... After all you are very aware of what you like, what you don’t, what is canon and what is not... Especially you are not insisting your Head canons onto others.... I guess, this Self-Realization is what I feel is very important for anyone who wish to participate in the fandom. Most people don’t even have this basic thing.

Let me say this once more. Until and Unless the Author confirms something directly or implied indirectly.... Nothing is Canon. Hence, Insisting xxx character is a Top/Bottom is still only an Headcanon and not the one true fact...

I honestly get a lot of hate for my preference and I’m constantly accused of not understanding Sasukes character or their relationship dynamic because I ship Sasunaru.

My Question....

Do they understand Sasuke’s character, first of all???? Not that I am claiming myself to be that All-Knowing... If anything, I am still learning new things about these wonderful characters everyday. But what gives them the moral superiority that they understand everything about Sasuke while pointing fingers at others being lacking???

Let me say this....

I found 2 English translated... 1 Chinese.... 1 Russian translated dj (which has 8 chapters)... All from SasuNaru artists... And I must say, they got Sasuke’s characterization much better than... atleast 20% better than how I found him in NS djs... All the while keeping Naruto’s characterization damn fucking well... And also None of those djs had sexual elements in it....

This is Naruto from a SN dj named Melting Snow. *** I don’t know why it was tagged under NS ***

Here, Naruto was drawn with his confident charisma who gives off this hopeful aura... Just like how he was drawn in Kishimoto’s works.

My observation is that.... If SN gets it right... then their contents are much more enjoyable and will have higher degree of canon-ness than their NS counterpart. But sadly, it’s a rare thing though.

I just hope im not a cruel person for liking that kind of stuff with characters who likely don’t even follow the bottom/top dynamic.

Most of the best Yaoi novels I’ve read has 98% Story and 2% Sex. Even the sex part comes towards the very end of the story and Not gonna lie, it was very very BDSM-esque. Does it means, those Authors are cruel??? Or does it means, the millions of readers are also cruel??? Such a guilt tripping, moral policing incels.

If that’s the case... I am very Cruel Person too... And I am happy being that way.

Anyways, If someone accuses you that You are Cruel just because you are reading those stuffs just know that they are some self-projecting Clowns who are very similar to SS peeps.

The following pic is from a Popular SS fic comment section.

LOL... SS peeps are also so much into Bottom Sasuke... Now NS can’t accuse others that SN behave like SS, can they???? Because they also behave just like SS....

#i am not tagging this anywhere #but the amount of hypocrisy is....... just way to much!!!

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alliance-addict · 10 months

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tantalizing thoughts

pairing: ichiro yamahara x pete wilson!!!

CW: prolonged staring (hott), nonconsensual mind reading, pete still has both legs (ik a lot of people don't like this but !!), SLIGHT! dom/sub type dynamics, blushing and reassurance, implied sex!!, unrequited love

A/N: OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG DID YOU GUYS SEE THE NEW EPISODE OF THE DIVINE ALLIANCE TV SHOW IM CRYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, so when i was watching i just had this idea come to me cus of when ICHIRO AND PETE LOOKED AT EACH OTHER. like yeah ik they all look at each other but ik ichiro was reading his thoughts and then he SMIRKEEEEEED omfgg sdhakjshdjkshfkjaskajshdjkasd anyways~

As usual, the massive Divine Alliance's living room was full. It was the Alliance's movie night, which happened once a week. Usually everyone watched the movie together, huddled up onto the couch with sodas and popcorn.

Everyone except Ichiro.

This week, they decided to watch the first Harry Potter movie, The Sorcerer's Stone. When Ichiro walked into the room and sat down, everyone was stunned. Nonetheless, though, they were pleased to have the entire Alliance together enjoying an evening.

Pete was hoping to have an evening away from Ichiro, seeing as the mysterious Japanese man always plagued his thoughts. While he wasn't unhappy to have him around, Pete had really wanted to focus on the movie instead of Ichiro. In fact, he found himself glancing Ichiro's way every few seconds, eventually catching the attention of Ichiro himself.

Ichiro had been reading Pete's mind since he walked into the room, becoming more and more amused by the second as more and more of Pete's thoughts were about himself. He pretended not to notice Pete's gaze somehow always finding its way back to him. After some time, he decided to tease Pete, turning his own gaze to the long-haired man's.

Pete became embarrassed, his cheeks flushing bright pink. Caught in the act, Pete saw no reason to turn away. He locked his eyes with Ichiro's, the latter's lips turning up into a devilish smirk.

Come to my room, Pete heard in his head. The voice wasn't his own--and he knew exactly who it belonged to. Pete felt compelled by a force that wasn't his own to get up from his seat.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," he squeaked, standing up suddenly. Nobody seemed too bothered, keeping their attention focused on the movie. Pete's legs trembled as he walked the short distance to Ichiro's bedroom.

Ichiro's bedroom was dark, with only the moonlight lighting the room. Pete sat on Ichiro's bed, running his hands over the silky comforter. Pete was glad it wasn't wool. The window was open, letting a slight, nighttime breeze into the room, and with only his thin pajamas covering his body, he shivered.

"Harry Potter is my favorite movie," Ichiro said, walking into his bedroom and locking the door behind him. "But I couldn't hear it over someone's naughty thoughts."

"They weren't naughty," Pete murmured.

"What was that?" Ichiro asked, striding over to Pete and standing in front of him.

"I wasn't-"

Pete was cut off by Ichiro placing a hand on his shoulder, pushing him onto the bed, his other arm caging him in.

"Try that again," Ichiro growled.

Pete gulped, his cheeks set ablaze once more. He stared at Ichiro's face, which was right in front of Pete's. Pete accidentally took a slightly deeper breath, inhaling Ichiro's natural earthy scent.

"Pete," Ichiro whispered, his voice softer this time. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Pete's eyebrows furrowed together, and he searched Ichiro's face for any sign of malevolence. When he found none, he nodded slightly.

Ichiro smirked again. "Good," he praised, reaching for Pete's shirt. "Now let me show you what I was thinking about."

#divine alliance #ichiroyamahara #petewilson #ichiroxpete #petechiro #ichiroyamaharaxpetewilson #omfg i love divine alliance #lord help me #something about them is just #ichiro could kill me

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sunaswife · 3 years

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𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎

“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki smut #league of villains #my hero academia #yandere shigaraki #smut #[🏌️‍♀️🔪.yandere]

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youngbloodlisk · 3 years

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Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

#ciiikbwork #nct ten smut #wayv ten smut #superm ten smut #nct smut #wayv smut #superm smut

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lovieebby · 4 years

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a/n: i know this isn’t the oneshot/fic i promised but here’s something i whipped up! i thought since i’ve imagined for a hot minute that id just spit it out. thank you @viking-raider for rereading this for me 😂 ily & also i apologize again bc im posting this thru my phone so im sorry if the formats funky!!

summary: you thought you could be a big girl, instead its sassy and rude and daddy is fed tf up.

word count: 2.2k (wowza)

pairing: henry cavill x reader (y/n)

warnings: um henry himself? implyed smut, sub!reader, daddy henry is fed up, description of readers pussee, i made a bad pun, that cursed blue tank top

tag list: @hell1129-blog 😘

you and henry have been dating for some time now and your sex life was off the charts, but about six months ago you both had started dabbling in the bdsm dynamics as a couple. henry already knew what he was doing, you, not so much. you had an idea but you never really completely understood how to be a submissive, you where naturally that way in the bedroom but anywhere else outside of that felt off to you and plus you never had a dom that was as strict and as serious in this lifestyle as henry, your past partners just in it for the hype of the kinky sex.

you loved being his submissive but it was hard at first, you had always looked out for yourself and so it became a habit to take things into your own control and set up walls. but after time and love henry slowly took down those walls and you where able to trust him with your whole being. after a while, you really loved being taken care of and being able to hand the control over to someone else, it feeling like you could finally breathe.

you felt like you where a genuine good submissive, theres never really a right or wrong way either, henry had told you, easing your mind when you had gotten concerned. most days you listened, wanting to please him and get praised for it. you lived to be a good girl for him, but some days where more rough than normal. some days you just wanted to be independent and in charge of yourself, doing what you please, and more often than not, henry caught on to it fast and put you back into your place.

you stood in the kitchen, standing by the fridge trying to figure out what to drink. you rubbed your ass, stinging still from the spankings you got earlier. ten hard swats on each cheek and you didn’t get to orgasm once the first punishment was over, no orgasm was your second punishment.

bummer.

henry sat in the living room, on his laptop replying to an email. he wore his blue tank top with his sweat pants, feet perched up on the ottoman. he had started an email once he had given you the much needed aftercare and reassurance. you both had cleaned up taking a shower together and getting into your lazy day clothes.

henry heard the fridge being closed roughly and the shelves within it shaking. he had talked about this with you time and time again, you used to do it at your own home, but now you two lived together, so that meant respecting your surroundings. what was so hard about that?

“don’t slam it, please.” he had said, making eye contact with you when you spun around to look at him.

“i didn’t! it was the suction from the door!” you explained, getting a little snappy with him, not wanting to get caught that you did, in fact, do it again. you turned around, not wanting to be called out, and made yourself busy looking in another cabinet for something to snack on.

henry looked at you questionably that quickly turned into a stern disapproving glare, “don’t talk back to me,” he sighed out, turning back to his email. he thought your attitude dissolved, clearly it just doubled.

“i’m not, im just defending myself,” you sassed out quietly, making a mocking face while you searched in the cabnet.

“excuse me?” his voice boomed out. he pressed hard on the send button, sending the email, he didn’t bother double checking if everything was typed out correctly. henry moved the laptop over to the empty seat. he crossed his arms, frowning at you, surprised at your returned attitude.

“did you fart?” you sassed again, closing the cabinets, you spun around and crossed your arms. coping him while leaning on the counter arching your eyebrow, biting the inside of your cheek.

bad move, bad move (y/n).

henry was baffled, you just got done with a punishment not even an hour ago. he had beaten your ass pretty well, and he rarely had to do that. he thought if you wanted a challenge, you would quickly lose. he stood up from the couch, and slowly walked to you, once he got the the kitchen island he put his hands down, spreading his fingers out. he towered over you even if it was a couple feet away, his eyes piercing into you, daring you to continue your attitude.

he’s never had to punish you multiple times in one day, but if it was needed, he was going to.

“little girl,” he started, his voice dropping an octave, “drop the attitude, i won’t tell you again.”

“fine.” you snapped, you where definitely not going to. “but i didn’t slam the door.”

“(y/n), i don’t care,” he punctuated each word, leaning forward.

“i didn’t though! i’m not lying!” you threw your hands down, almost stomping your foot on the floor.

you where acting out, you knew he was getting back in his dominant role, but you where serious too! you didn’t want to be dominated at the moment. you didn’t want to say your safe word, it wasn’t needed, you were just being a brat. you just wanted to be you for two seconds, not henry’s baby, you felt big.

“alright, get over here.” he stood up straight, walking away from the counter, clinching his jaw. he was fed up, you had no reason to act this way and he was quickly going to put you in your place.

you suddenly realized that you became a big mean brat more than a big girl, now you wanted the floor to eat you whole, like right now. utterly embarrassed that you thought you where so confident about yourself and your actions. you didn’t want to move, frozen under his glare, you where already thinking of what he was going to do, and you where praying he wasn’t going to swat your ass again, his spanks weren’t light and your ass was as rosey as ever.

“move it missy,” he said, snapping his finger down in front of him where he wanted you, “now.”

you slowly moved to him, your confidence completely leaving your body as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. you stood in front of him, not making eye contact, his eyes too intimidating. if you looked at him, you’d beg for forgiveness, but at the moment you where still trying to hold on to a useless lie.

henry breathed in deep and let it out slow through his nose, he knows its hard for you sometimes to comply and completely listen but you both agreed to the rules henry had set. he let you stand there, making you think. it also gave him a moment to calm down, he didn’t want to just lash out and show his frustration, but he still wants you to know who’s the boss.

he honestly just wanted to sit down with you and junk out after getting his business done, but clearly he needed to punish you again because apparently you didn’t get the memo the first time.

“we agreed on the rules, did we not?” he questioned you, crossing his arms. he looked out at you, you looked anywhere but him.

you nodded your head, agreeing with him.

“oh, now you have nothing to say?” he taunted, ticking his jaw. “you had so much to say earlier.”

“we did.” you whispered, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

“look at me when i’m talking to you,” henry gripped your chin, tilting your face up to him. you whimpered dropping your hands to your side, his grip making your bottom lip jut out.

“if you don’t agree with the rules, you know what to say, if not, shut it,” he sternly watched you, waiting for you to say something, putting a little more pressure into his grip, shaking your face a bit, waiting for you to say the word. when you didn’t, he continued, “now i don’t know what got into you, to think you can speak to me like that, but that needs to end. quit your shit and stand in the corner, hands behind your back.”

you frowned, opening your mouth in disbelief, now you where upset all over again, the submission leaving your body. you’ve been put in time out a couple times but right now you weren’t feeling it, this is dumb!

“like a kid?!” you loudly questioned.

“yes! because you’re acting like one!” he let go of your face and with one hand he pushed you to the corner by the breakfast table with his other, he pointed to the known corner.

you picked up your feet and scoffed, this was unfair, you weren’t a child! you clinched your jaw when you got the corner, so frustrated you screamed in your mouth.

once henry heard you whining and carrying on he walked up behind you and smacked you ass, harder than he intended but it worked, he needed to make a point. you gasped and jolted forwards, bracing your hands on the wall, your ass was still tinder. he stood behind you, putting his hands up on the wall caging you in. he put his mouth right next to your ear.

“you did this to yourself, so take your punishment like a big girl and shut up. i don’t want to hear you.” he said, leaning into you, making himself known, “you don’t run shit here missy, and i’m here to remind you of that.”

he pushed off the wall, backing up from you and smacked your stinging ass again, giving a warning. you held your whine in and closed your eyes tight.

he turned around and stood by the counter, he looked down at his watch and set a timer for twenty minutes, he could probably get some small chores done, so he could waste time waiting on you. he didn’t want to stand there and watch you because you’d notice and probably say something and he just didn’t want to hear it. you where always so good, but when you got bratty and sassy, he nipped that shit quick, not wanting it to happen again. as he was leaving the room and gave kal a quick pat to follow him, he doesn’t need you petting him while you’re in your corner.

you were embarrassed to say the least, you were in a corner with your hands behind you, flustered in an uncomfortable wetness from your arousal. henry made you flustered on any given day but when he became daddy, it was so much more worse. you where still soaked from the first spanking and from the rough sex you just had earlier.

you moved side to side discretely, you only wore an over sized cotton tee with your soft sleep shorts with no panties, not wanting any extra material on your bum, the shorts already a little scratchy on your bruised cheeks.

regretting your attitude, you wanted to apologize, but you knew if you spoke up, you would get reprimanded from henry. so you stood there, trying to pass the time by trying to find shapes on the textured wall.

after some time you noticed you haven’t heard henry, you perked up and peeked over your shoulder, you didn’t see henry anywhere not even kal. usually if you tapped the wall kal would come over and you could at least have some type of company. you tapped the wall a couple times, but no response from the pup. you turned back around to the corner, trying to patently wait, wanting to be good for your daddy.

what felt like hours, you finally heard henry come back into the kitchen, pulling a chair out from the breakfast table and assuming, sitting down in said chair. you wanted to apologize so bad, you weren’t ever bad like this before, you felt terrible for being snappy and bratty at him. but you stayed and waited for him to tell you, you could come out.

“come here baby,” he said, patting his thigh.

you looked over your shoulder, shrinking into yourself a little apprehensive about moving, “you sure daddy?” you softly asked, you didn’t even know if you wanted to leave the corner, you where rude.

he chuckled softly, he patted his thigh again, “yes i’m sure baby, come on.”

you turned around and stood between his legs, you put your left hand over your shoulder, messing with the hem of your tee shirt. “i’m sorry daddy, i was rude and i really did close the fridge hard.” you said as you rose your head to look at him.

“i know, you don’t lie very well,” he smirked, rubbing the back of your thigh, loving the feeling of your warm skin. “you know why you went into your corner, right?”

you breathed in, sighing, “because i got snappy with you,” you said, henry blinked and gave you a knowing look, waiting for you to continue, “and that i lied.” you quickly said the rest.

he hummed, nodding his head, “good job baby, you did good.” he squeezed your thigh, as you relaxed and put both of your hands on his thighs leaning into him.

you smiled sheepishly and leaned all the way down to give him a kiss. when henry kissed back, he put his other hand on the back of your head, softly intertwining his fingers to massage your scalp.

he pulled back, looking at you intently, “don’t lie again, i like having my good baby.” you nodded your head and gave gave him another kiss.

a/n: thank you guys for reading, feedback is always nice so dont be afraid to say something 🥰

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill x yn #henry x reader #henry x you #daddy!henry #sub!reader #d/s dynamic

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if you’re still doing the nsfw alphabet can you do it for kaito momota? tysm!!

AAAAH IT’S YOU I AM LEGALLY A FAMOUS TUMBLR BLOG NOW!! I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE I’M GLAD THAT YOU PAID MY BLOG A VISIT!! JK but I DID GET 158 FOLLOWERS LIKE WTF ARE U GUYS OK??? TYSM SFHAJSKFHASFHAKFHAKFJS <<3<3<3<3<3

KAITO MOMOTA N//S*FW ALPHABET

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ Cheerful! Usually, he'll be kinda energetic too. Like he is geniuenly happy after the session aldjsalkdjaldj- kinda smug as well but mainly happy! Don't worry, he takes very good care of you while showering you with praises doing so! Like how good you were, how hot you looked and how hot you are looking rn etc.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. ⦁ Look at me straight in the eye and tell me that Kaito isn't an exhibitionist. Do it, pussy. ⦁ Also daddy askdjakdhakjdh sorry he is just. daddy material. HIMBO DADDYYYYY

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ CUMS A LOT, LIKE, A L O T SO GOOD LUCK WITH THAT! ⦁ at least it tastes fairly sweet and his moans while cumming are adorbs so it's ok i suppose?

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ 100% dom. No questions asked

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ Maybe he is into choking a bit? It isn't much I feel like he'd get kinda weirded out by them

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ Having sex under the clear skies? Like, on a cliff, the view of night sky is delicious but you on top of him, jumping on his cock makes it even more delicious.

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ "Dude! Seriously, go away already!" is he embarrassed or pissed? Or both? Who knows (it's both.)?

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ His groin area. Not the leg part, but rather the part which is under his stomach. If you touch there out of sudden, he will smile and ask about your purpose, how it's dangerous that you're doing it when you two are all alone and talk all big because he'll be turned on so much......

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ Like I said, he is happy while fucking you so out of sudden he will say something that will make you m e l t completely. It's when you least expect it, though. He loves to surprise you.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ Him pulling you on his lap randomly, and then getting a boner which leads to him rubbing your private parts together. Bonus points if you get super flustered.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ Begging! He LOVES to make you beg, will smile widely if you do so and just loves to see you ache for his touch. ⦁ Maybe lap dances? Like he sits down, leans back and just watches your attempts at seducing him (which you succeed) with an awe. Yeah, he likes how your hips move while you are on his lap.

L=Location - Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ C'MON OF COURSE HE LIKES RISKY LOCATIONS!! An example would be... His lab? Mainly his lab, but he'd also like it if you two were to do it on someone else's lab because it increases the chance of getting caught and he is an asshole so-

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ 4 to 5 times a week, horny ass mfer. Just talks about how he is a man, so that kind of stuff is normal!!! etc.. Stupid ass himbo I love him lots.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Aside from stuff like begging, he wouldn't like anything that implies that you guys hate each other/willing to hurt each other. Or like, bodily fluids or sumth-

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Ok cliche but you wearing his clothings and nothing else like, his jacket, shirt etc. ⦁ He'll find it adorable yet will pretend to be mad that you stole his clothes in order to remove them, but dw you guys are fucking after that P=Position - Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ On his lap, I think? Or like, when he makes you lean on a wall.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ Yeah he does! He likes seeing you try to get on with your day normally after that, your flustered face looks so cute.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ Depends. When he is rough, your legs will be shaking for days tho-

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ Astro-NUT (sorry it was a bad joke but im not deleting it) boy is healthy and athletic, so he can go for rounds. At least 5 or 6, I'd say.

T=Toys - Do they use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ Bought a vibrator for you, and a dildo too, all for you. Uses them on you because he likes to see you beg for his actual touch. Fucker.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ This man has a begging kink, of course he is a big tease! Like good luck, to get what you want, you will have to be super clear with what you want. Like super clear, humiliate yourself a bit then Kaito will reward you while still teasing you about how shameless you are.

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ Kinda loud? His groans are long and hot, and he will giggle often. He'll compliment your body a lot too.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ Likes giving oral a lot but prefers receiving. Like your reactions are nice but damn, you giving him head is better.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ Toned boy!! With a big dick too, ultimate Chad! 18,7 cm length, 13,9 cm girth.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ He'd be down to it 7/24, but if you talk about needing it's like... Every 2 days maybe? Welp, he can't help it! That's what he'd say with a familiar cheeky smile.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ He'll be kinda energetic so if you do it during the day, he won't. If you do it before going to bed, he will sleep quickly. I just feel like he is the type to fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

#kaito momota #kaito momota x reader #ndrv3 #danganronpa

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ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is · 3 years

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Hi! I want help on typing too :) i hope i followed the guidelines right.

Im a hardworker but Im not responsible. An example is I would rather do chores for my parents all my adult life than find a real job. I did get a degree in a prestigious university but I prefer to just serve my parents full time. And so i taught myself to cook, sew, clean, do laundry, and make my own utensils out of wood and scrap. I even took online courses on how to take care of the elderly. I didnt care if I didnt have any income. As long as I do it for the people I love, I do it for free. 《Tho in a way, my brothers provide the finances so money wasnt a problem anyway》

Im very much a recluse. Though many of our guests think I have the most welcoming looking home in town, I prefer not to be visited. Even by friends. While Im proud of my choice of not becoming a professional, Im still sensitive when people imply that they feel like I wasted my potential in university. I prefer to talk to friends online everyday and refrain from seeing them personally because of my insecurity.

Im very bad with my emotions. Mostly because I would prefer to die than show people how I really feel. I would especially never show my loved ones whenever I feel sad because I want them to be always happy. Example was when I broke up with a guy and I never told anyone, but my family guessed it because they sensed that the food I made tasted different than usual. And when they told me its okay to cry, i couldnt and just smiled the whole time because I just smile when Im very stressed. And when my mood gets pretty dark, I result to alcohol to numb my feelings. I used to drink a lot when I felt depressed when I backed out of my first and last job after uni. I could never get myself to talk about my feelings with anyone, not even a therapist.

I have a fairy academia aesthetic and way of living. I love fairytales. I love reading books about them. I daydream a lot. I pretty much incorporate fairytale and folklore characters in my personality. I imagine Im Rapunzel when Im doing chores. I imagine Im Peter Pan when Im talking to friends. I used Midsummer Nights Dream as an inspiration when I revamped the house and now our place looks like a fairy cottage :)

I am a very peace loving person. I dont like taking sides. Im very neutral. I dont like to categorize anyone as good or evil. When my family fights, I dont pick sides and i refuse to take part. When I get into a fight, I immediately back down and do nothing even when Im right.

I am very bad at planning. I pretty much rely on the feeling of the moment, which usually takes people by surprise. I never thought I would quit the job industry, but i did. I never thought I would result to alcohol being the typical good girl I am, but I did. I never thought I would break up with a relationship of 10 years, but I did... all because i dont feel like it anymore.

Im not a rational person. I dont like questioning people's choices and situations and I dont want it to be done to me as well. Whenever I see my brothers upset, I dont ask or argue. I just give them some comfort food and give words of encouragement. The last time I was sad, I dont answer anyone when they ask. But Im very much willing to be hugged instead than anything else.

Im sorry if its too long. I hope i got this right :(

This definitely sounds like enneagram 2; it’s very much about giving everything for others, putting them before yourself, and caring about their opinions of you over your opinions over most things. I am also sure there is 9 fix in there somewhere, and it’s even possible you are instead a 9 core with a 2 fix instead.

With that said I’m not sure on your MBTI type - you’re definitely a feeler, but I can’t entirely decide on Fi vs. Fe, and I suspect this comes down to my own biases/range of experience. I don’t think anything you’re doing is wrong, but it is legitimately so unlike anything I would do that I struggle to connect it with Fi (even my low Fi) but it also doesn’t feel fully like Fe.

I would tentatively look at dom Fi, because despite what you say it sounds like while you value the opinions of others you do make a lot of choices for yourself and against certain expectations (choosing to be a caretaker rather than the expectation of pursuing a career from your degree, breaking up) and because you mention not liking to plan and making decisions in the moment.

I think there are cases to be made for either Ne or Se; the general sense I get here doesn’t tie to either and what might be perceived as one or the other just seems like a certain sense of escapism into fantasy, which anyone can do (and which fits with 9). So either INFP or ISFP are possible.

I would, lastly, out of a sense of what this blog is, recommend trying a therapist again, not because your life choices are in any way wrong (and I do suspect it may be hard to find a therapist who respects this which is frustrating) but because of what you say regarding showing emotion; it is pretty crucial to have some kind of emotional outlet or confidant even if you don’t like to be particularly emotional in public/around other people.

#mbti #enneagram #enneagram 2 #enneagram 9 #introverted feeling #papanbeige

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queenlifesupport · 5 years

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Like It’s Yours (Ben x Joe x Y/N) #1

A/N : This is sorta inspired by @freddiesmercvry (Truth or Dare) and low-key from 50 Shades of Grey... Also please leave suggestions for scenes or some smutty situations!! (this might have typos, also im so tired while writing this so it might be SHIT)

WARNINGS : SEX, Language, Unprotected Sex, Kinkiness. WORDS : 3,019

I haven't been out of my small apartment in days, I had work piled on my desk like theres no tomorrow, my job was absolutely pushing me to the edge and I needed a break before I fell. I used the strong liquor in my hand to pump myself with confidence in order to move onto the dance floor, I wasn't much of a drinker but tonight called for it. It was hard to make out what song was playing due to the overdramatized bass that throbbed through my eardrums, but whatever it was, people still let loose of their problems and personal lifestyle.

I attempted to stand while the drink flew through my system, accomplishing balance on my six inch heels. The confidence finally brought me to the large gathering I've been eyeing all night. I entered the crowd, feeling like I'm lost in a humid corn-maze, being bumped into by random strangers that were also tipsy, some more than others. Finding the middle of the crowd, it was my time to let loose. During the midst of my drunken swaying, my eyes fluttered open to view those around me, gaze following the eyes a man a few feet away. He looked lascivious as he mirrored my moves. His blonde hair was slightly swept to the side, he wore an all black suit that tailored him quite nicely, you could tell he was fit. I held his stare intensely, not daring to make a move in his direction for I did not want to lose the challenging match so easily. He seemed to not budge easily either, I debated in my mind to either approach or signal him over. His glare made my stomach slightly weak, out of reflex I looked away, I knew I couldn't approach him on my own. I continued to dance, deciding to slow it down, adding more sensualness to the way I moved. I needed to draw him in and this was the only way I knew how. Although our beaming was cut off from my shyness, I could feel his eyes still exploring every inch of my body. My feet began to ache, I had a inclination that connections would not ascend further, I'd rather sit down instead of waste my time. I looked up one last time, giving the stranger a smile before strutting off to the lounging area. I felt overheated from the moving along from the warmth emanating off others, once getting away from the swarm I accompanied myself on the white pleather. I sighed at the cool air being pushed over me from the air conditioning overhead, I wondered why there wasn't air conditioning above the dance floor. It was getting late according to the time on my phone screen, I should head home soon so I can attempt to demolish my workload tomorrow.

"Hello." My thoughts were interrupted by a harsh British accent, I took a gander at the wellspring of the voice and to my surprise it was him, the one from the herd in the dancing mass. My eyebrows lifted ever so lightly, I didn't think he'd follow.

"Oh - hi." I could only manage a short response. He lightly chuckled before asking me if he could accompany me on the cushion, I accepted. He smelled of Versace cologne, the hint of green apple, mint, and lemon, it was exhilarating on its own.

"Crowded night, I suppose." His voice was as mesmerizing as his scent.

"Indeed. I've never been here, thought I'd give the nightlife a try."

"I agree, I usually come here to meet interesting people, and as of now, I've accomplished my goal."

"You don't even know my name." I laughed now.

"Good point, I'm sure it's as interesting as you seem. Now humor me." From then on, we talked about all sorts of aspects of our lives; work, friendships, hobbies, and even romantic relationships. I learned his name is Ben, he lives with his best friend Joe, he's an actor, and he plays football (soccer) in his pastime. Once I looked down again at my phone, it allowed us to see we've talked for about 2 and a half hours straight. Time did fly when you're having fun.

"I should probably get home." My smile faded at the thought of ending our night, he frowned slightly too. I opened iMessage to text my friend, earlier she agreed to drive me home since I would be drinking and I've always been her designated driver in the past. "I just have to wait for my ride, in the meantime I can get your number?"

"Sounds lovely." He recited his number to me as I quickly pounded it in, setting his contact as 'Ben'.

"We should get together sometime soon, maybe coffee tomorrow?" A ding from my phone alerted me of a notification. "Fuck - she can't pick me up."

"What's going on?"

"Her tail-light is busted, she doesn't want to get pulled over while driving around." I sighed frustratingly. My apartment was about a 45 minute walk from here and I wasn't in the mood to walk in heels.

"I can order you an Uber."

"No no - You don't have to pay for me. I can order one."

"Why don't you come over for the night? It's just 10 minutes away." He seemed serious about his statement. I couldn't tell if it was a legitimate invitation. Would I really go home with him? I wasn't that type of person, meet them then immediately jump to the next thing. "Well, are you down?"

"Sure, I don't see the harm in that." I didn't even give a second thought to my answer.

The industrial-loft like apartment was dark and smelled of cedar wood, it gave a very expensive vibe yet homey at the same time. I hung my purse and coat up on the welcoming racks and followed Ben further into the flat, as we ventured through he flicked every light switch allowing the place to illuminate under the warm lights. We entered the kitchen, presently taking a seat at the island as he sought what appeared to be a wine rack.

"Care for a drink? We have Dom Perignon, Caymus, whatever you desire." I desire him.

"I don't speak rich, surprise me." He gave my comment a delightful snicker. My love life was very exhausting, I was constantly focused on my profession. I never discovered many fascinating folks, however he was something different. He was adorable, smart, kind, and as a plus, rich.

"For the lady, Beau Joie." He held two beautiful champagne flutes, each held a fizzing liquid. I accepted the cup between my fingers and took a drink at the same time as him. I've just heard of this stuff in romance books and films, yet I was at that point of truly liking him in one night. I felt my cheeks heat up with a pink as he sent me little wink while his lips pursed around the glass rim. "Have I let you know that you're the beautifulest amongst all the women I've ever seen?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully, biting my lip at his compliment.

"You haven't seen many women I assume?" My eyebrow raised at him as I yet again took a sip of the champagne that tasted like citrus and apple as it hit my many tastebuds.

"I've seen my fair share, and I can tell you what I said was a fact. Don't believe me if you want, but I can prove it if needed." I gulped at the possibilities he could be suggesting.

"And what are you implying, Mr. Hardy?" I scooted to the edge of my seat, leaning in closer to him. He did the same, only a few inches from my lips.

"Why don't you kiss me and find out?" His voice was deep, pushing me over the edge, I couldn't deal with him. I went forward, crashing my lips with his soft ones, sharing the alcoholic tase between the sensual moment. I didn't mind the taste. I felt his strong grip move to my thigh as we continued to synchronize our lips, soon feeling his tongue graze my bottom lip in anticipation to enter. I allowed it. We pulled apart after a few moments of heavy interaction, we both sat there out of breath.

"Take off your blazer." My request was forward and I demanded I got what I asked for. He slipped it off without question, grabbing onto the bottom hem of his under shirt, giving me a questioning look before I nodded, then he took that off too. I was correct before, he was fit, my fingers ran down his abs, drawing an imaginary sloppy line from his V-line to his biceps, clutching a hand around his upper arm to feel the hard muscle.

"Maybe we should get you out of that pretty little dress of yours?" His whisper was dripping with lust, I had to clench my thighs harder. Everything he said drove me crazy, I was soaked at this point.

"Who said you earned it?"

"Who said you were the one in control here?" He made me melt, he was so dominant and I loved it. I surrendered, standing up, first unzipping it from the back as we held eye contact, then slipping down the dress sleeves, finally pulling it down to pool around my feet. He bit his lip at the sight of the black lace panties I wore underneath, the dress had enough support to wear it without a bra. In the cool air, my nipples were hard at the high amount of excitement I felt. "I think you might be missing something else." He slightly pointed at the thong I still wore. I slid my thumbs into the waistband, teasing him by stretching out the fabric but not pulling them down. As I continued, I could see him getting quite impatient in his seat. "Now." I finally slid them down at his command, feeling embarrassment at my exposure but replaced it with fake confidence.

"What now?" I sweetly asked, swaying seductively as I walked myself directly in front of him. He harshly grabbed onto my hips, pulling me in to take my nipple between his teeth, harshly sucking and nipping. I moaned loudly, his sudden action sparked my body massively. "Fuck - Ben." My hand took a fistful of his blonde hair, tugging slightly. His suction pulled off as he took a moment to look up at me.

"Don't call me that." I looked down confused. "You can call me Sir." He then wrapped his lips along the other breast. His other hand found its way to between my thighs, rubbing my clit slowly. His fingers rolled perfectly.

"Hmph - Sir, I need more please." He hummed against the soft skin in response, he continued. "Please, I need to be fucked." He withdrew his lips and hands from me, standing up to match my height, unbuttoning the suit pants then releasing himself from them. Once he was left in his boxers, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the counter on the other side of the island. Although there was a cup holding utensils, he used his arm to sweep them off the counter and to the floor, scattering everywhere. He once again grabbed onto my hips, ordering me to jump then also lifting me up to sit bare-ass on the counter, he re-adjusted his hand position, placed his hands on both my under thighs, lifted them up so that my pussy was at a better angle for him to enter while I leaned back and held myself up on my arms. He bit his lip as he gazed down at my glistening slit.

"You're so wet for me, princess. How bad do you want my dick in your tight little pussy?" I rolled my head back in anticipation.

"So bad, Sir, please fuck me." He finally removed his last layer, revealing his hard and throbbing cock, I licked my lips at the sight of him completely nude in front of me. I moaned quietly as he teased me with his tip, it was this moment I was beyond thankful I was on birth control. I craved him cumming inside me. I made no remarks at his slow entrance, I knew thats what he wanted from me. Suddenly he thrusted in slowly, I moaned out, hearing him sigh as he slipped in.

"You're so tight, babygirl. You feel so good around my cock." He continued a slowed pace, allowing me to adjust to his length and width. At first it felt slightly uncomfortable but was soon replaced with pure bliss.

"Sir, please go faster, " He slightly built up to a fast pace with my request. The sound of our moans and slapping skin filled the quiet apartment. His thrust grew faster and deeper, and I moaned even louder with every push. At this point I was a moaning mess, the pleasure took over from the waist down, the overflowing delight clouded my head.

"Turn around, I want your ass facing me and your stomach against the counter." He slid out of me, causing me to whine in response. "Do it, now." I followed his order and managed to rotate myself on my tits, it was cold sending small goosebumps on the surface of my skin. "Such a lovely ass." As his words distracted me, his cock slipped back into my slit, hitting deeper than the last time. I cried out in pleasure, stretching my arms out attempting to reach for something. All of a sudden the sound of glass hitting the floor could be heard, I knocked the glass full of champagne off the counter.

"Fuck Ben, I'm sorry." I managed to get out between breaths as I used my hand to push behind me on his chest. All he did in response was grab my wrist and pin it behind my back.

"I don't care, don't think about it babygirl." He sped up once again, now grabbing a fistful of my hair. My legs started to weaken from all the pleasure, I couldn't control any sounds that left my mouth. I barely had a grip on my surroundings either. "Shit baby, I'm close." His teeth clenched together, grunting as he continued the pace.

"Cum in me Sir, fill me up." I attempted to push him over, and I succeeded. Feeling his warm cum release inside me. After a few sloppy thrusts, he pulled himself out.

"Now it's time for you baby." He lowered his face to my cum dripping pussy, licking a strip from my clit to my opening, pressing his tongue into my slit. I groaned as his tongue thrusted in and out, it was significantly more exciting to me that he had quite recently came inside me and is currently licking it up. I didn't require substantially more attention to cum, I was already close when he was fucking me with his dick.

"Sir, I'm close." I moaned.

"Not yet baby." He muffled against my pussy. I rolled my eyes as I attempted to not cum. His tongue removed from me, now standing and inserting two fingers. Curling them with every moan, he harshly pulled up and down causing an intense amount of pleasure. I was bound to cum at this point.

"Sir, p-please, let me" I couldn't finish the sentence without stuttering on my moans, "let me cum, please."

"Now, babygirl." And with his reaffirming words, I let myself release around his fingers, urging them with both our cum joined. "Face me." I pitifully pivoted, looking at his fingers he held at my face level. "Suck." I eagerly took his fingers in my mouth. Sucking and enjoying our tastes together, once I licked all the wetness from his fingers he sighed as he removed them from my mouth. "You better to go tidy yourself up, sweetheart." His voice was presently delicate as we ogled at one another, flushed from our recent climaxes.

"Wheres your room?" My voice was strained and tired from the many moans I recited.

"Down the hall, second room on the left." I let myself down from the counter, to my surprise he snaked his hand behind my neck, pulling me in for a soft kiss. I blushed before I slightly wobbled to his room.

It was the following morning, I laid in his bed, naked whilst enveloped by his white sheets. I didn't know what I was thinking the previous evening, however I was satisfied with my result. The washroom entryway was open, enabling me to watch Ben wash himself in the steamy and glass doored shower. I had no desire to go home. I heard the water stop, signaling me that he would be emerging any moment. The shower door accompanied the silence that now filled the room.

"When do you want me to go home?" I called to him, tracing imaginary shapes on the sheets.

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yoongitexts · 6 years

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• 。Honesty 。•

Jeon Jungkook X Park Jimin Smut

(Sub!Jimin, Dom!Jungkook, hair pulling, oral, orgasm denial, implied anal sex)

Summary: Park Jimin was Jeon Jungkook’s best friend at university. He was probably the most adorable person Jungkook had ever met. The two never talked about anything sexual and Jimin never mentioned any interest in girls and it made Jungkook feel even more comfortable around him. He was always considerate of Jungkook and his feelings. But it wasn’t long before he realized that Park Jimin was no where close to as innocent as Jungkook thought he was and that he was so much closer to being in love with Jimin than he could ever anticipate. All Jungkook had to do now was be honest.

“Jungkookie you have to finish the assignment tonight!” Jimin protested over the phone while Jungkook walked down the street just outside of campus. As per usual Jimin was keeping him on track for school work cause without him Jungkook would teeter right out of his college scholarship. “I know Chim, I just can’t bring my self to doing it, I feel brain dead.” Jungkook smiled through his words as he heard Jimin sigh over the phone.

“Jungkook I know you can do it, just think about it this way; either you do the assignment or else you’ll die.” He said.

A laugh escaped Jungkook’s throat suddenly but Jimin didn’t make a sound, indicating his seriousness.

“But I know I won’t die Chim.” He said.

“Well you still have to think that way! Or else it won’t get done!” He said. Jimin’s honest tough love always worked no matter what.

“I guess you’re right, oh there’s a Starbucks right here I’ll do it now.” Jungkook said walking into the café.

“Of course, I’m always right, now go write the best paper ever!” Jimin said quickly hanging up the phone. Jungkook took his phone off his ear and smiled. ‘What would I do without him?’ He thought to himself. As soon as he sat down and got comfortable he looked out of the window and saw huge dark grey clouds rolling into town. ‘Fuck I should just go back to the dorms before it starts pouring’ he said to himself picking up his backpack and walking out.

He absolutely needed Jimin’s help with this paper, Jimin was so amazing at writing and never ever bragged about it ever. Jungkook walked back onto campus as it started drizzling and made it through the door just in time. ‘Down the hall and the first door on your left’ Jungkook remembered the first time someone told him those directions to Jimins dorm when Jimin was just his tutor who he went to for more formal assistance. Right away after the first tutoring session him and Jimin became close friends. They talked about music and shows and stupid memes, Park Jimin was really his missing piece.

Jungkook knocked on the hard wooden door three times before opening it with ease.

‘Of course it’s unlocked, only Jimin would have that much trust in people.’ He smiled.

He walked around the corner to Jimin’s bedroom and expected to see a four eyed boy with his face shoved in his computer.

“J-“ Jungkook stopped his mouth from moving or making a sound before he was able to embarrassed himself.

Jimin was sat upright on his bed with his head tilted back, letting each golden lock of his hair dangle and defy gravity right behind his neck. His glasses were off letting the darkness of his eyes show. Soft but very audible breaths escaped his mouth and Jungkook wished he wasn’t correct but he knew what he was doing.

Jimin’s completey exposed dick was being caressed by his right hand and he seemed to be in a state of euphoria. Sweat dripped down his neck as he heard one small hum of satisfaction escape his vocal chords. He had earbuds in but he wasn’t sure if he was watching porn or not.

Jungkook was taken back and tried shuffle backwards out of his room as quickly as possible without tripping. He closed the door swiftly and made his way back to his dorm.

That night Jungkook couldn’t get the thought of Jimin’s dick out of his head and the sounds he was making and the ethereal way he looked pleasuring himself. He picked up his phone and texted Hoseok, the one who suggested that Jimin tutor him.

Jungkook

Hoseok omg omg

Hoseok

What

Jungkook

Ugh this is so weird

Hoseok

What is it Gguk

Jungkook

Okay I kinda walked in on Jimin jacking off but he didn’t notice me so I ran away and I just feel so awkward now

There was no response from Hoseok for a few minutes and he thought Hoseok immediately texted Jimin about what happened and your heart began to race. He typed quickly.

Jungkook

Hobi whatever you do DONT TELL HIM

Hoseok

HHAAGAHAHA IM NOT chill out dude

Jungkook

I just don’t know what to do, I saw everything Hobi

Hoseok

Look you know all guys jack off it’s really nothing I’m sure he won’t care kook

Jungkook

But Jimin isn’t all guys, he’s my chim chim, and yeah I guess he’s normal too but I just never thought I’d see it

Hoseok

Kookie I think you need to get some sleep

Jungkook turned his phone off. ‘Well Hoseok is no help right now and I can’t talk to anyone else about this’

Jungkook angrily pulled his douvet over his body and slammed his head into his pillow. As his body began to unstiffen from anger the moments played again in his head. Jimin’s moans... his sweat, fuck...his dick. It was glistening in the light probably from precum or lube. He shook the thought away before it turned into something he didn’t want it to be. He forced yourself to shut off his brain and sleep and forgot about that stupid paper. The next few days he avoided Jimin at all costs and constantly came up with excuses for not being able to hang out. “Too much work.” “I’m sick.” “Just not feeling up to it.”

Jungkook felt awful for lying to him but he didn’t know how to look him in the eye and still refrain from telling him about what happened. Jungkook scrunched his face at the sound of his alarm and tapped the Stop button on his phone as hard as he could. He walked down the hall to the bathroom when he collided with a body as he came around the corner leading to the lounge.

“Sorry-Oh, Jungkookie, I was wondering where you were.” Jimin said fixing his glasses.

“Oh Jimin I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He said awkwardly.

“Like hell you have, what’s up with you, you’ve been so weird lately?” He said.

Jungkook’s heart shattered as he realized how stupid he was being and how much he might have been hurting Jimin.

“Jimin there’s something that happened a few days ago that I need to talk to you about.” He said.

Jimin immediately looked extremely worried. “Are you okay? Is your family okay?” He asked frantically.

“No they’re fine, c-can you just come here so we can talk in private?” He asked edging towards Jimins dorm.

Jimin followed behind him. Jungkook sat down on his bed and Jimin sat right beside him with his leg propped up on the bed to face Jungkook.

“So a few days ago, I came to your dorm to ask for some help with my paper-“

“Oh yeah did you ever finish that?” Jimin asked.

“No, but that’s not important right now, anyway when I came here I didn’t know, but you were doing something kinda private and I just wanted to let you know that I saw cause I don’t want to keep secrets from you.” Jungkook said. Jimin stared at him in confusion until his face showed his realization.

“Ooohh you mean you saw me jacking off, I’m sorry Kook if I’d known you were coming I would have locked the door.” He said. Jungkook couldn’t believe how casual he was being but that was how Hoseok was saying he would react too.

“So you’re not mad at me?” Jungkook asked softly.

Jimin giggled and then sighed. “Why would I be mad at you?” He asked.

“I-I don’t know.” Jungkook said awkwardly.

“At least you know how sexually frustrated I really am now.” Jimin said.

“Haha yeah me too...” Jungkook said trying to lighten the mood.

“How about this? From now on we have to be honest with each other about everything, no matter what it is, that way we can avoid situations like this.” Jimin said standing up organizing some things on his desk. “Okay.” Jungkook said. Jimin smiled in agreement.

“I’m gonna go finish that paper.” Jungkook said standing up. Jimin shewed him out of the room and he went back to his dorm. Jungkook sat at his desk still thinking about what Jimin said about being honest with each other. He tapped the end of just pen against his desk until he chuckled in thought. ‘Honest? Honest means telling him I can’t stop think about his dick and how beautiful it is and how much I would love to have it in my mouth right about now.’ The thought ate away at him. ‘Jimin... Jimin Jimin Jimin, What is he trying to do to me?’ In the middle of his thought he got a text.

Jimin

Finish that paper yet?

Jungkook

Nope :)))

Jimin

Get to it boy!

Jungkook

Jimin Do you really want me to be honest with you?

Jimin

Of course kookie

Jungkook

I can’t stop thinking about you

Jungkook didn’t get a response after that. His heart was racing. A rejection would be better than nothing at all but there he was, angry, frustrated, heartbroken and teary eyed because of his best friend. He began to whimpered through his sobs. His chested clenched with each breath, his blood vessels lagging and shooting through his heart like tiny pumps of venom. He heard a knock on his door and frantically wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his black sweatshirt. His room was dim, only his desk lamp being on and he hoped the person aquanting him wouldn’t see his glazed irises.

“C-Come in.” Jungkook said still wiping the tears.

A soft figure floated through the door. “Jungkookie... are you crying?” Jimin asked walking over to him and crouching slightly to be at the sitting level Jungkook was at. He looked down away from Jimin as the last two of his tears spilled out. Jimin wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs. “I can’t stop thinking about you either Kookie... I never do.” Jimin whispered. Jungkook didn’t believe him for a second. He shook away the thought and absorbed all the pity in Jimin’s sentence without really listening. Jimin lifted Jungkook’s drowsy face by his chin and planted a soft kiss on his best friend’s face. As their lips parted Jungkook muttered under his breath, “What... is happening?”

“Jungkookie... honestly I want you so bad, I have for some time now...” Jimin breathed.

“So then do something about it you idiot.” Jungkook said chuckling away his tears.

Jimin reached his leg over Jungkook’s lap lowered himself onto his thighs carefully and cupped his hands over Jungkook’s cheeks. Jungkook was the first to quickly lean forward and pull Jimin into a kiss. One of Jungkook’s idle hands trailed up Jimin’s wrist reached for his palms and intertwined his fingers with Jimin’s bringing their clasped hands down to his sides. Their lips quarreled and begged for more from one another. Jimin’s gentle hands tugged at Jungkook’s thick black sweatshirt. He quickly pulled it off from the collar and revealed his bare torso and the two tiny birth marks on his collar bone that Jimin secretly so adored. Jimin traced them with his free hand and Jungkook suddenly lifted Jimin never breaking their connected lips. Jimin wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s hips and he placed Jimin down on his mattress. Jimin lied beneath him staring back up at him, watching Jungkook undress down to his boxers never breaking contact.

Jungkook sighed, “...Ah Jimin, always so beautiful.” He said softly as he climbed onto the bed over the fully clothed smaller male beneath him.

Jungkook pinned Jimin’s wrists above his head and leaned down towards his ear. “I don’t want to hear a sound from you.” Jungkook whispered. The contrast of Jungkook’s warm breath from the cold air that hit Jimin’s skin sent chills and goosebumps through his entire body. Jungkook’s lips lowered down to Jimin’s neck and had full control over his senses. Jimin held back his moans in the back of his throat. Jungkook kept sucking over the skin of his carrotted arteries until a small whimper managed to escape Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook immediately stopped.

“What did I say?” He asked, his voice now raspy with lust. Jimin’s face began to turn pink. “I-I’m sorry.” Jimin said abruptly swallow a mouth full of saliva.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it baby.” Jungkook said. Jungkook pulled down Jimin’s grey sweatpants and his boxers along with them.

He kissed along Jimin’s V line down beneath his belly button and over his pelvis but right before he could reach Jimin’s dick he lifted his head. “So how long do you think I should make you wait to cum?”

Jimin froze realizing the situation he was in. “H-how ever long you want Kookie.” He said being the kiss up he was.

Jungkook took all of Jimin in his mouth at once, bobbing his head up and down. Jimin’s mouth lead out gravely moans with each breach Jungkook made. Jimin sat up and ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook went at the same slow antagonizing pace for just enough time to taste Jimin’s precum and immediately come to a halt with his actions. The cool air hit Jimin’s cock as Jungkook’s warm lips were no longer around it. “Wh-wha-“ Jimin started unable to formulate full words.

“Oh, were you getting ready to cum Jiminie?” He asked gently caressing Jimin’s soft blonde hair. “Mhm.” Jimin moaned to the feeling of his scalp being massaged.

Jungkook suddenly grabbed the fist full of Jimin’s hair he was just running his hands through making Jimin’s head jolt. “Ah! Ow..” Jimin said in shock.

“It’s too bad only real good boys get to cum.” Jungkook groaned maniacally still firmly grasping his locks now standing over the smaller boy.

“B-but I am a good boy...” Jimin said.

Jungkook chuckled lightly. “Oh Jimin, you’re so beautiful and so good on the surface but you’re so dirty, fucking yourself with the door practically opened, you were just asking for me to walk in on you, you slut.” He said. Jimin was speechless. He had no idea Jungkook could be so dominant and degrading but he’d sure as hell be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

“So let me ask you, do you think you’re really a good boy?” Jungkook asked. His eyes were so dark that any functioning human would immediately respond how they knew Jungkook wanted in fear of sudden death from his intimidating nature.

“N-no.” Jimin said looking down.

“Good answer baby.” Jungkook said keeping his aura purposefully bipolar.

He reached down and gently ran his hand over Jimin’s hard cock, alternating the sides of his finger tips that he let lightly drag across him. He then wrapped his hand around Jimin and properly began stroking up and down over his smooth dick. “When you were jerking off did you wish I had been the one doing this right now?” Jungkook questioned the closed-eyed overstimulated boy.

“Mhm...yeah.” Jimin whimpered.

“You should have been honest baby, we would have avoided a lot of problems right now...” Jungkook wrapped his hand tigher around Jimin’s cock before finishing his sentence. “Wouldn’t we?” Jungkook said finishing his statement. Jimin’s head was too high in the clouds to respond. As Jungkook continued he began to palming himself off through his boxers. He kneeled down onto the bed behind Jimin and yanked open his nightstand drawer. He pulled out a small tube of lube and carelessly squeezed out all of it into his hand and delicately massaged it over his dick.

“Kookie?” Jimin asked.

“Yes Angel?” Jungkook responded.

“Please start slow.” He said. Jungkook paused and realized just how vulnerable he had made Jimin.

“Just relax baby.” He whisper. He slowly pushed his cock into Jimin and was taken over by the feeling of Jimin surrounding him so perfectly. Jimin let out the breath he held in while bracing himself.

The room began to fill with moans and unfinished cusses. As Jungkook pounded harder into Jimin he reached for his manhood and attempt at finally finishing him off in order to ease the pain he was feeling and intensify the pleasure.

Jimin didn’t expect to reach his high so quickly, it snuck up on him. “Aah-I’m gonna.” Jimin was unable to finish before he came on Jungkook’ s hand and it ran over his index finger and his thumb. Jungkook pounded into Jimin one last time before pulling out. He took Jimin’s cum and rubbed it all over his dick and used it as lube to jerk himself off. Jimin sat watching him intently as Jungkook’s head dropped back in complete Nirvana and he came all over his duvet groaning in pleasure.

The room fell silent.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked scooting over and embracing Jimin.

“I’m amazing, that was amazing.” He giggled.

“Maybe we should wash up?” Jungkook asked kindly. Jimin’s eyes glistened as he took in his sweet change in tone. He loved each and every side of Jeon Jungkook and Jungkook loved him back just the same.

“I agree.” He smiled getting up and slipping on Jungkook’s black sweatshirt he had been wearing prior to their eloping and gave Jungkook a very “how do I look?” pose.

“Hey that's my sweate-...actually... it looks good on you.” Jungkook said cutting himself off. The sweatshirt fell just above Jimin’s knees and Jungkook admired this image, this moment in time. He quickly picked up one of the other thousands of sweatshirts in his drawer and they both slipped on shorts and headed to the showers. Despite being as intimate as two could get just moments before, Jungkook still went into a separate shower stall as Jimin. They washed up in piece not saying a word to eachother before Jimin spoke up.

“I have a strong feeling you never finished that paper.” Jimin said.

“Nope.” Jungkook said turning off the water and hopping out. Jimin then turned off his water quickly not wanting to be left behind. As Jungkook walked past Jimin’s stall he whispered.

“Maybe you can help me...”

(I rly hope you guys like this it took me two weeks to write it cause I kept getting writers block in the midst of it asdjhakh but leave a like and reblog if u did)

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onisionhurtspeople · 6 years

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i’m 100% for lainey labeling their gender in whatever way feels right for them, dressing however feels right, and using whatever pronouns feel right. i’m not gonna doubt or question their identity or anyone else’s. what rubs me the wrong way is how they emulate and almost fetishize the “teen” aesthetic. when they’ve said they look like a 12 year old boy and implied that it was attractive/hot/a good thing, i was kinda creeped out. idk how to explain it but i think it sends a really bad message.

Ah, yeah, that’s another thing I’ve been considering writing about for a while: how much Lainey seems to fetishize adolescence. Get ready for another one of my pointless tl;drs that nobody ever reads or cares about, y’all!

If Lainey was removed from the context surrounding the reasons why we all spend so much time scrutinizing her behavior in the first place, I doubt most people would have a problem with the fact that she seems almost pathologically obsessed with portraying herself as a 15-year-old girl in both style and personality, rather than as the 23-year-old wife and mother of two that she is.

But the issue, of course, is that Lainey’s preferences do not exist in a vacuum; they mean something, and that’s what we’re here to analyze. She is married to a man who fetishizes teenage girls himself, because they’re easier to control and manipulate. She indulges in, and relates to, a culture that heavily emphasizes youth and immaturity (referring to boyfriends as “daddy”, having a DDlg (Daddy Dom/little girl) fetish, being “taken care of” by men (and treated like a little princess in bed), constantly alluding to not knowing what they’re doing in life, assuming a guileless pose in selfies that reflect a certain youthful confusion and spontaneity, constantly referencing their childlike habits (”touch my butt and buy me pizza”, “I have no idea what I’m doing”, “im a crybaby” flavors of meme), dressing like a 12-year-old in overalls, children’s Pokemon panties, and pastel-colored hair and clothing with simplistic, childlike patterns, etc - not that I think there’s anything inherently wrong with any of these things, but all of these pieces of the puzzle fit together to paint the picture of a person who is unhealthily obsessed with living out their life as a teenager. You guys know the ~aesthetic~ that I’m trying to drive at here).

She indulges in cultural trends targeted towards children and young teens. Her entire personality revolves around sensitivity, helplessness, passivity; she exudes anxiety, uncertainty, and confusion; and openly discusses being so sensitive that she becomes completely overwhelmed by even the most simple of tasks that adults are expected to be able to do. And again, I’m not saying that these are inherently negative traits (although obviously when these qualities run your life, it can become problematic); but Lainey seems almost proud of these traits. She’s more than just open about it. She brags about them. She romanticizes them. She constructs elaborate internal fantasies around them. Her entire identity revolves around being a ~smol sensitive anxious space prince daddy~.

On top of all these things, almost everybody that she hangs out with or considers to be her friend (from Sarah, who lives with her, all the way down to the girls who she interacts with on Discord) is a teenager. She does not speak to women her own age. It’s bizarre. I used to have a friend who was quite a bit younger than me, by three and a half years - the first time we met in real life was on her 16th birthday, and I was 19, almost 20; and despite the fact that we were best friends and that I had so many other friends my own age, there was a very obvious and noticeable difference in our maturity levels. I’m not saying that uneven friendships like this can’t work or are inherently inappropriate, but again, within the context of Lainey’s life, it’s an enormous red flag that she seems to be unable to relate with women her own age, and can only form friendships with teenage girls between the ages of 15 and 21. Even outside of the context of her marriage (because let’s not forget that she’s married to a man who openly admits to having a sexual preference for young women, because they’re at “peak fertility” according to him), the fact that she relates the most with teenage girls is a huge indication that Lainey herself is either a) extremely mature, b) purposely seeks to enter uneven friendships with younger girls because it balances the friendship in her favor, giving her more power and control (which wouldn’t surprise me if true, given that she’s married to Onision - she needs to be able to exercise control in SOME way), c) is emotionally stunted and frozen at the age of ~18 due to Onision’s influence on her psychological development, or d) a sexual predator who herself prefers teenage girls. I’m sure everybody has their own theory on why this is, but personally I think it’s probably a mixture of all four, with option c being the most prominent motivation.

I think Lainey projects herself onto teenage girls because she feels very much unprepared for this world, threatened by it, and does not trust her own ability to navigate adulthood successfully. In this regard, I think Greg managed to find almost a perfect partner for himself - a girl who is trapped in her adolescence in perpetuity (largely by choice, but partly through direction by Onision), who purposely cuts herself off from growing and learning and emerging as a young adult because it’s less dangerous and challenging for her to remain within her psychological safe zone, being coddled like a baby and completely controlled and taken care of by Greg, who looks after all of the hard things in her life that she struggles with (doing taxes, making money, going outside to get groceries, paying bills, interacting with strangers, making appointments, earning a living wage) - all of the practical, adult things that Lainey is terrified of doing, because it’s so overwhelming to her. Greg, of course, loves this. Lainey is his ideal partner: a woman who needs to be with a man like him, who defines her entire identity for her. A man who directs her, tells her what to do, is domineering and aggressive, and who makes all of her decisions for her. Tells her what to do, who to be, what to feel, how to act. A man who has complete control over every aspect of her life. A narcissist (him) and an inverted narcissist, or codependent (her).

And so this is why Lainey is so obsessed with portraying herself as a teenager. Teenagers hit that sweet spot in between childhood and adulthood that Lainey feels trapped by in perpetuity. On the one hand, she is not a child - she is a sexual being; she has kinks, and preferences, and desires to express herself and her sexual identity. On the other hand, though, neither is she an adult - she is immature, self-absorbed, has an unstable sense of self, doesn’t know who she is, hypersensitive, anxious, gets overwhelmed easily, indulges often in her learned helplessness, and makes no attempt to change any of this - she revels in her dysfunction; she romanticizes it. And there is no age that typifies this combination of traits better than a teenage girl does. She doesn’t just relate to teenagers; she wants to be a teenager, forever–and in some ways, she really is, because the interference of Greg on Lainey’s emotional, psychological, social, and sexual growth has had a catastrophic impact on her development. She is essentially a 16-year-old girl trapped within the body of a 23-year-old mother of two. And that’s exactly what she wants.

I think what’s ultimately going to be what destroys Greg and Lainey’s marriage is that eventually, Lainey is going to be too old for Greg, and he’s going to feel compelled to pick up another 17-, 18-, and 19-year-old girl again from his existing pool of die-hard fans. Already it’s quite apparent that Greg is bored of Lainey (as evidenced by the fact that he is still actively trying to find women to cheat on her with, even after what happened with Billie); but once the cost of maintaining her becomes more expensive than the cost of replacing her with a new, hot, young, alternative, impressionable teenage girl, he will do what he tried to do once before with Billie, and eject Lainey in favor of a new wife to manipulate. And the whole process will start all over again, until the day that either Greg dies, or he becomes incapable of drawing in new women. And at that point, sadly, the fact that Lainey is still a teenager - but only on the inside - will end up becoming the most painful struggle of her life, when she is forced to take on all of the adult responsibilities that Greg currently carries for her, and realizes that she is dangerously under-qualified to live her life as an adult woman instead of a pampered, permanent 16-year-old girl.

(Sadly - or maybe luckily - I think that Lainey is the type of woman who needs to be in a relationship with someone like Greg (an inverted narcissist; in other words, a codependent), so I guess here’s to hoping that when this inevitably happens, she will quickly find herself a new narcissist to date and define her entire identity for her, I suppose?)

Press F to pay respects for this ridiculously, unnecessarily long fucking essay that I just wrote that NOBODY is going to read. Praise the Noodle Lord. Amen.

#onision #laineybot #anti onision #anti-onision #narcissism #npd #still gonna use the npd tag #deal with it

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regiqoa · 6 years

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1-9 for Guzma and u ship

Oh yeah!!!

1. How did you two meet?

I’ve already told the story of how Guzma and I met right here -> https://freddie-and-i-got-stayingpower.tumblr.com/post/166865456415/i-was-browsing-through-your-blog-earlier-and-im

2. Was it love at first sight, or did it take awhile for you to warm up to each other?

It took centuries for us to get along, in real life and in-fiction. Love at first sight doesn’t exist and it’s a very annoying cliché.

3. What do the people around you think of your relationship?

Depends on the Skull Grunts. Some ship it like Fedex, some think it’s just cute, some Grunts who have a crush on Guzma hate it with a passion (but I don’t care), some just don’t care. Plumeria will probably ship us in Hell. Gladion thinks it’s gross and is the only one who says “get a room, you two!” seriously, lol. When Guzma is alone, people stay as far as unreachably possible from him and avoid eye contact at all costs. When I’m with him, however, we’re both too lost in each other’s eyes to pay attention to alien judgement and people feel relieved while simultaneously wondering how the hell does that monster of a man have a girlfriend… It’s also a bit outrageously sad how some assume he abuses me.

4. Do you have pet names for each other?

Certainly!

How I call Guzma: My boy, my man, my king, my love, big cuddlebug, honeybun, sugar bear, baby, lovie, honey, honey pie, Volbeat to my Illumise and dearest.

How Guzma calls me: Sweetheart, angel, baby, lovebug, cuddlebug, sweetie, my love, my queen, princess, darling, baby cakes, Illumise to my Volbeat, firefly and beautiful butterfly.

5. Have you given your ship a name?

Naturally. Guzmegi, DangerHighVoltageShipping and ElectroWebShipping.

6. Who is the more dominant one in the relationship?

In bed or usually?~ ¬w¬

Anyway, I’m a Dom so in bed it’s me. In the average every day life, it’s Guz, since he’s the boss and all.

7. What does each of you think about PDA?

Have you ever heard a song called P.D.A (We Just Don’t Care), by John Legend? It’s us. It’s completely us. Neither Guzma or me are afraid of public displays of affection. If we’ve been away from each other for very long, he does one of those pick-up swing-around hugs with me (and I love it ;-;). It’s hard to tell who starts the action but whenever either of us touch each other publicly with affection, the touch is reciprocated every time.

8. What do you two find to be the most attractive about one another?

I love Guzma’s personality and how he stands up for himself and doesn’t take shit from literally nobody. He’s very aggressive, bold and manly, physically and mentally. I also love how perseverant he is. I mean, he decided not to give up and do something he loved that helped people (even if it’s not entirely good for said people) after failing. It was something that made him feel good. And, in the post-game, even if he doesn’t outright say it, he is heavily implied to be on the right road to change and not let his anger control him. Also, he’s handsome, even if he (most likely) doesn’t see it. He has those bold, masculine features, dark hair and grey eyes, which I think are gorgeous. He also looks like he’s a good kisser, lol X3

Guzma loves how determined I am and am “the kind of woman who can kick his ass”. He loves my style, my eyes, my general artistic skills (like cooking, singing and drawing) and how I see good in everything, even if it’s remotely a bad thing. He also loves how I make people (the entirety of Team Skull) and him smile. He has an admiration for my merciful, forgiving nature as well. He also loves how much of a good PokeTrainer I am, as it is clear to everyone that Cherri the Pikachu and I love each other very much and that my Electric-types demolish his bugs every time, lol X3 Guzma loves the feeling, sentiment and love I put into my work and how I always do stuff right and take my work seriously.

9. What do you two do to get each other “in the mood”?

Ooooookay! NSFW warning ahead! (+18)

To seduce Guzma and get him into the mood, all I have to do is start a warm make out session in the bed and wrap my thighs on his hips to grind him, slow, teasingly and seductive. After things get hot just right, I just have to start taking either mine or his clothes off and we’ll undoubtedly rock the bed.

Guzma knows I love his voice (indirect to KinkRadio) and he knows about my praise kink so all he has to do is touch me and kiss me inappropriately while whispering sweet nothings, compliments and call me pet names in my ear and I will melt in more ways than one in his arms.

Well, that’s all! Thank you so much for the questions! God, I’m so happy to answer these, guys, y’all have no idea! :’D

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