#this is what I thought of when he said are you going to punish me now
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the business proposal | P.SH
—✫ pairing: boss! Seonghwa x f! reader
—✫ genre: business office au, smut!!! one shot, park seonghwa
—✫ synopsis: being the new worker isn’t always easy. especially when your boss was known to be a pain to work with. he was cold-hearted and the punishments for those who dared to defy him, were inhumane. but you just had to test his patience, didn’t you?
—✫ wc: 2.9k
[warnings]: choking, nipple play, consented sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), rough sex, masturbation, cursing??, master kink, sadism, brat taming kink, begging, teasing, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names (hun, pretty, good girl), biting??, slapping
—✫ a/n: it doesn’t jump into action right away, there’s some background written before getting there ! :) this is my first smut post btw :3
You walked up to his door, knocking on it while a stack of papers filled your hands. You waited for him to open the door, but of course he took long as always.
You were a new employee at a big company, known to be the most successful in your city. It’s only been a week since you’ve started, and many people have already warned you about the boss.
“He’s rude… he’s snarky… it’s his way or the highway.”
It made you a bit curious, as you’ve only seen him a few times, but never spoken to him face to face before. He was actually the one who hired you. He couldn’t be that bad right? Aren’t all bosses portrayed as mean?
“Oh, it’s you.”
Your thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice, startling you as the door shot open. Seonghwa glared at you fiercely, giving a sigh as if he was annoyed. He walked back to his desk, taking a seat as he clicked the pen repeatedly in his hand.
“Those papers done? Put them on my desk and get out of my sight.” he spoke sternly.
You raised an eyebrow at him, placing the stack of papers on his desk harshly. He widened his eyes at you, soon pointing them to the stack of papers you left before him. He shooed at you as he rolled his eyes, getting back to the work on his computer.
So everything your co-workers said, were true? He was cold, even colder than they described. Of course he was your boss, so you couldn’t speak against him or his words, but apart of you couldn’t stand his uptight attitude with you. Especially when he was the one who had hired you initially.
You crossed your arms, glaring at him. It was at this point that he began to grow impatient with you still being in his presence.
“What more do you want? I don’t have all day!” he snapped, throwing his pen across the room.
“You know you don’t have to be so rude? I know I’m new here, but it doesn’t give you a right to act such a way.”
Seonghwa froze, placing his elbows onto his desk slowly as his chin rested in his hands. His stare intensified toward you, enough to feel the immense anger that arose within him. However, his face remained emotionless.
“You should know your place. Don’t forget I hired you, and frankly, I’m also not afraid to fire you either.”
His deep voice rung in your head. As much as the anger burned in his eyes, his voice remained nonchalant, making it harder for you to decipher how upset he was.
It wasn’t normalized for you to go against someone with such power, but when it came to respect, you expected that same amount back regardless of one’s status. As for the job? You were top of your class, why wouldn’t anyone hire the valedictorian of their college?
“You might want to reconsider that.” I checked the time on my watch, reading 11:15 am.
“You assigned not just me, but everyone papers like these at 8 am sharp.”
You looked around the room, scanning his office for any more stacks of papers that had been given to the other employees this morning. To your expectation, only yours was present.
“Ah, just as I thought. I’m the only one done.” You gave him a small smirk, placing a finger to your lips.
“Again.”
The heat present in Seonghwa’s eyes began to boil. All of his employees were compliant. No one even dared to step foot into his office and blatantly disrespect him. So for a new female employee to come in and do such a thing.. was unacceptable.
“I don’t need your insolence or smart mouth,” he started, standing up from his desk and making his way toward you.
“You’re here to work for me, so you do as you’re told. I don’t pay you to question me. Remember that.”
He hovered over you, filling your stomach with butterflies as his stern gaze made you nervous. Luckily for you, it wasn’t as noticeable.
“I did what I was told and I never questioned you.”
You made my way toward the door, placing your hand on the doorknob. You turned to look at him, smirking playfully just to get on his last nerve.
“Remember that.”
You opened the door to the hallway, making your way out of his office and closing the door behind you. Seonghwa stood in the middle of the room, rage coercing through his veins as you dared to test the very little patience he had. Clearly you thought this was a harmless thing to disrespect your own boss, but Seonghwa wasn’t going to let you go so easily.
He’ll let you think that though.
It was 8 pm and everyone had left the office hours ago. All except for Seonghwa. He typed away at his computer, cursing himself for getting as distracted as he did today. It was unusual for him, and he knew exactly the reason why.
You flooded his mind like a hurricane at sea level, but a part of him enjoyed it. Seonghwa was never defied in such a way before, especially not from a woman. It aroused him, intrigued him. It urged a sudden need for him to test your waters, to see how much you could retaliate against him.
He shook his head, trying his hardest to focus on his work. Your interaction today only made it harder to not give into his lewd fantasies about you. How he desired to be on top of you, to touch you, dominate every inch of your body for disrespecting him. How quickly he’d make you regret your words and submit to him.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted Seonghwa’s thoughts, causing him to grunt in annoyance. Who would still be here so late to bother him?
“What?!” he yelled, crossing his arms over his chest.
The door opened softly, revealing you standing in the doorframe. His eyes widened at the sight of seeing you, not expecting you to be here so long after hours. He scoffed, getting back to work as he tried to make it clear that he didn’t want to see you. However deep inside, he was ecstatic.
“Sorry to bother you, but there’s a file that I gave to you that belonged in another pile. My take home pile.”
You closed the door behind you, your voice soft as there was no reason for you to be blunt toward him at the moment. Seonghwa looked up at you for a second, giving you an icy glare as he continued to ignore you.
“Well hello to you too..” you muttered, beginning to shuffle through the file cabinet.
You searched through countless drawers, disorganizing and rearranging papers that Seonghwa took time out of his day to do. He felt his eyes twitch as he watched you disrupt his flow, a spark of anger growing within him.
“You call that top of class?” he thought to himself. Someone who is careless and disorganized?”
Seonghwa struggled to maintain his composure, his bulge growing as he watched you bent over the filing cabinet searching for said file. All while rage filled his veins at the mess you so recklessly continued to cause. He was eager mess with you in the same way, but he knew he had to maintain his professionalism with you.
“Look, if you think making a mess of things is going to help you find your lost file, you clearly must be mistaken.”
His gaze was cold, unreadable as you looked back to him. Simply a mere facade to hide his true desires for you. His need to fuck you while you were bent over the filing cabinet, while you sat on his desk, it didn’t matter much to him.
“It’s not my job to babysit you. If you lose your shit, that’s your responsibility. Learn to keep track of your things.”
He turned away from you, his right hand covering his bulge as he struggled to calm himself. Any second longer and there wouldn’t be a chance that he could step away from you.
You gave him a rude look, crossing your arms defensively as you stood up straight to look at him.
“I never said you have to babysit me.” you spoke back firmly.
Seonghwa turned his head to you, his emotionless glare piercing right into your skin. You felt your face flush as he stood up from his chair, making his way over to you slowly.
Your defiance turned him on in ways he couldn’t explain. It was bratty, but it was something he adored coming from you. Knowing that he was your superior, gave him the type of dominance he wanted in order to put you back in your place.
As he walked up to you, you backed up with every step he took to get closer, eventually hitting the filing cabinet. You had no where to go, and frankly you were unsure of his next move… or sentence.
He leaned over, his mouth just inches away from your ear. You felt a cold shutter run up your spine as you felt his breath hit you softly.
“You’re lucky I haven’t bent you over my desk and fucked that attitude out of you.”
You froze in place, your eyes locked with his as he came back up to look at you. His gaze was stern, but the amount of lust in them were far beyond his control. The longer Seonghwa stood in front of you, the more he fantasized about breaking you over his desk. How badly he craved to own every part of your body.
“What..?” you muttered, your face now completely flushed from his words.
Seonghwa moved closer to you until you were only a few inches apart. He grabbed your chin, pulling it closer to his face as he leaned down to match your height.
“You’re testing my patience, hun.”
He grabbed your hand, wasting not a single second to pull you over to the desk. He picked you up, sitting you ontop of his desk harshly. He leaned over to your ear, watching you helplessly struggle to pull yourself out of his grasp.
“Before I continue, is this okay with you pretty?” he whispered.
You kept your eyes away from his own as you nodded your head softly, wanting everything that he had planned to give to you.
“Good, because I hope you know this is your reprimanding for how defying you were earlier.”
He placed his lips against your neck, teasing your skin with his own as he attempted to explore you. Small moans escaped you, only enhancing his never-ending urge for you. Seonghwa bit at parts of your neck, leaving small red marks present to the naked eye. His free hand slipped up your skirt, tugging away at your panties as his fingers found their way to your slick cunt.
“For someone who acts like they don’t like me, their body sure says otherwise, doesn’t it?” he whispered.
Without a warning, he pulled your panties down, quickly sticking two fingers inside of you without warning. He began to pump at a fast pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to his fingers as you squeezed around them.
Your moans grew louder, soon turning into whimpers as Seonghwa fingered you, your juices dripping down his arm. He unbuttoned your shirt quickly, revealing your perky breasts from right under. He smirked at you, leaning over to take one of them into his mouth. He swirled his tongue softly against your nipple, all while sucking at it.
As overstimulating as this was for you, Seonghwa enjoyed every second of it. Your whimpers and moans being music to his ears. He craved you, craved this exact moment of intimacy with you.
“Just like that..” he whispered against your skin, taking small bites out of your chest. “This is how you behave.”
His thumb rubbed slowly against your clit as his fingers continued to thrust into your heat. His tongue played at your nipples, tugging at them with every suck he gave.
You felt a pit build up in your stomach as your walls clenched around Seonghwa’s fingers. Your hands gripped onto the desk, almost scrapping the wood off it.
“I’m gonna..” you muttered, seconds away from letting yourself go.
Seonghwa swiftly removed his hands from you, making you moan in annoyance. You looked at him with soft eyes as they spoke for you. You were so close, but you should’ve known that he wasn’t going to let you off the hook so easily.
“Aww, needy aren’t we?” he teased, licking your juices off of his fingers.
He hummed at the taste of you, only growing his arousal to be in you. He cupped your chin, caressing your lil with his thumb as he smirked at you. How helplessly you sat in front of him, yearning for more of his touch, so eager to cum all over him. Whatever game Seonghwa played with you, was a damn good one and it was far from over.
“Turn around.” he spoke sternly, his deep voice making your heart flutter.
You nodded, getting down from the desk and turning around to do as you were told. You bent over the desk, your ass perked up to his view. Seonghwa caressed you softly with his hand, giving you a soft squeeze just before smacking you harshly. You cried out in pain, looking back at him as he glared at you. He pushed your head down against the desk, bringing his face close to your ear.
“You keep your head straight, you hear me?”
He pressed his cock against you, groaning softly at how it made him feel. He quickly unbuckled his pants, pulling them down slightly so that he could feel you skin to skin.
“Fuck..” he spoke under his breath, his hands now resting against the curve of your hips.
He held his cock to your entrance, rubbing it softly against your slit. His groans filled your ears, almost deafening. Without a second thought, he shoved himself in you, until you took every inch of him. You whimpered out in pain, feeling how big he was despite such a tight entrance.
Seonghwa thrusted into you harshly, his tip barging its way through your walls. His hand grabbed onto your hair, pulling it back. He leaned over to you, biting your neck as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you begged him to slow down. Your cries only heightened his arousal, causing him to speed up his pace.
“That’s right, take it like a good girl..” he whispered.
His grip on your strands tightened. He lifted his free hand, smacking your ass once again to leave a stinging feeling against your skin. Seonghwa smirked at your cries, his groaning becoming louder as he felt his climax grow.
“You’re.. such a slut..” he spoke, panting between his words. “What happened.. to that attitude from.. before?”
As much as you wanted to reply, you could barely speak from your neck being stretched by his pulling. All you could do, was sit there and whimper from pleasure as he refused to listen to your cries for mercy. Your walls squeezed around his cock, feeling it glide inside of you at an inhumane pace.
Your moans grew louder as he fucked you, signaling the climax that you so eagerly waited for. However, he wasn’t going to let you that easily. He paused for a second, making you whine out for him to continue. You knew he was edging you, but you simply couldn’t take anymore of it.
“Please..” you muttered, your face wet from tears.
He chuckled softly, using his free hand to smack your ass once again, making you yelp out in pain.
“No,” he started, digging his nails into the skin of your ass. “You’re going to take what I give you, and you don’t cum unless I do.”
He leaned over to your ear, kissing your neck softly as he hardened his grip on your hair.
“Understood?” he whispered, making butterflies dance around in your stomach.
Seonghwa let go of your hair, placing both of his hands on your back as he pushed you down onto the desk. He fucked you quickly, his thrust getting harder. You knew it was coming, and you felt his cock twitching repeatedly inside of you.
With a final thrust, he let go of himself inside of you, slowing his pace but keeping each push rough. He bit your shoulder harshly, moaning into your skin.
“Fuck.. you feel so good.” he grunted.
Seonghwa slowly pulled out of you, leaving small trails of kisses around your back dimples. He placed his head at your cunt, licking up the mixture of cum that spilled out of you. You moaned softly, the overstimulation making your legs shake.
He stood up, turning you around to sit you back up on his desk and face him. Your eyes were red from tears, cheeks stained from them. Seonghwa brought his hand up to your cheeks, wiping them softly as he fixed your hair in the process. You felt his intense glare on you, but you refused to meet his eyes, not wanting to test his impatience once more.
“Silly girl. I hope that attitude is fixed.” he mumbled, bringing his mouth to your ear once again.
“Watch your mouth, or I’ll make sure that your mouth is too full to talk next time.”
a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this one! I had so much fun writing this especially after the stress from school haha. I hope to post more often in the future!
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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ A Special Treat ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝
sub!Art Donaldson x domfem!Reader
synopsis: Art was always be a good boy but when he was disobedient, you decided to punished him, however, he was enjoying it like a special treat.
warning: sub!male, dom!fem, edging, handjob (m received), mommy kink, public sex, MINORS DNI
words count: 1.7k
A/N: after watching 'challengers' i think i need to write this. 'that scene' of art and tashi made me convinced art is sub and i love sub!Art akjssjsksk. i hope you guys enjoy my work!
Tennis could be intense, edging, and climax. It was like sex, so they said. You had never doubted any seconds once you are watching your boyfriend, Art Donaldson, played for a countless times.
During the match, Art, occationally, tooks a glimpse of you beside the court. He always made sure that you were close to his sight, so every time he looked at you, he could saw your presence. Undeniably, you were his lucky charm.
The upper hand of watching your boyfriend closely was that you were able to observed his determined and eagerness, which you never saw while you were spending time together. Art always be your little boy; obedient and flimsy.
His intense eyes always made you feel the pulse under your knickers. The groaning voices that he made in every hits, it made you trusting your legs closer and closer. Every sets made you on the edge of your seat. Trusting, edging, and when the last hit made him wins, you reached the climax.
Later then, you visited your starboy in his locker room for a special treat. You've always been his motive to win in every matches, if it wasn't because of you; he would've quit tennis ages ago.
"Hi, my starboy," You knocked on an open door for his attention, then he dropped everything and instantly reached for your hug and that made you flinched and giggled.
Immediately, he shut the door behind you and possessed your voluptuous red lips that he had been staring for an hours but unable to touched, let alone possessed them. He missed your touch, your body, and especially your voice when they gave him an orders to followed. It was a punishments that he was enjoying every times.
"Uh, no, bad boy," You pushed him back to kept a slight distance between you. Art instantly pouted his lips and made a puppy eyes that mostly worked to made you thawed but not this time.
"Ain't I be a good boy today, mommy?" Art said with a pleading voice.
You tucked his curly blonde hair behind his ear and swept some sweats off of his soft face. "Of course, you are, until you kissed me without my permission." You pouted your lips in pity. Well, he almost be a good boy for you today.
"I feel sorry for you, I've been thinking of a special treat for you tonight—tsk, tsk, tsk," You furrowed your brows in reproach.
"Am I gonna be punished?" Art expressed an amusement expression at a blink of an eyes before he turned back to his puppy face but somehow you noticed it and that was when Art bends his head down.
"Do you find a punishment entertaining, darling?" You used an index finger to push his chin up to faced you.
"No, mommy, no" Art said in a murmured voice and shook his head a bit.
"Good, but anyways, you deserve a punishment" Art made a sorrowful face like he doesn't enjoy the punishment, on the contrary, this is a special treat for him.
"Let's see what we can do in..." You pretended to look at your watch. "Thirty minutes before the car arrives" Art looked at you in disbelief, he was not going to finished in thirty.
"Sit" Before he could thought any further, he had no choice but to obey the order. Well, thirty minutes was challenging. Give it a go.
Art sat almost immediately after your order. His sweaty looks made your pussy pulsed again. After all this time you never get used to it and you didn't want to. You made an observation before you noticed his boner, which was the result of the swiftly kissed. Art always easily to aroused, he was just like a teenage boy in post pubertal, which was always adored you 'cause he was already twenty-one but sometimes he looked just like a naive boy to you.
"Hard, already, hmm?" Art looked up with a puppy face that begging to be adopted. You made a couple steps before got down on your knees and touched his bulge. You fondled slowly along the bulge line under his short, he panted and trumbled while you touched him. Art looked down and catched your eyes.
"Harder," Art said with a shivered voice. You suddenly stopped your motion as Art catched a breath like he had been choked with pleasure.
"What do we say?"
"Please, mommy,"
"Good boy," You began to took his short out of the way, left only his underpant on and stroke his cock along the bulge shape. Art flinched by your sensitive touched, he grabbed the edge of the bench hard as you could see the veins accordance with his hands and arms. He thrown his head back and shut his eyes in pleasure. You could feel his pulsated cock against your hand.
Art shuddered and panted whenever you stroke along his sensitive area. You reiterated your touch on his vulnerable part until you heard his breathing intensify.
"Yes, there, like that," You instantly stopped again and looked up to face Art's weary figure.
"Excuse me, did you just tell me what to do?" Art looked down and shook his head in denial.
"No, no, please continue" You continued your movement and Art got back into his position. You stroked along his sensitive part for a couple minutes until panting sound changed into moaning and groaning. Art grasped his shirt up and bite the hem of it to hid his voice. His abdomen rippled up and down according to your touched and it gave you a noticed of his orgasm but he won't get what he wanted, not now.
You ceased again. Art catched his breath in disbelief, he gazed down and saw a smile on your face. "Take off your clothes and stand in the shower." Art followed your instructions immediately, he swiftly took off his underpant and t-shirt before going to the shower as you followed, and stood behind. Art was tall and had a muscular body like any others sports men, but when he was with you, those are just a clothes he puts on because his inner side was absolute opposite. You saw the soul inside his athletic body like no one else does.
You reached to opened the faucet and let the water ran through his body. You walked closer until your chest touched his back, then you tracked your fingers down the waterline passed his chest, abdomen, and the final destination, which was as hard as a rock. You teased him by traced its head in circle, he let out a whimpers and grasped the hem of your skirt. Art turned his head to the right and kissed the top of your head then he reached down to whisper in your ear.
"Please," You tilted your head to kissed him on the lips, it wasn't a passionate kiss. Your lips traced up to his aquiline nose and up to his forehead, where you gave him a second kiss as your hand did its initial job.
"Face the wall and don't do anything that I didn't tell you to do." Art turned his head to face the wall while you began to stroked his shaft slowly. He let out a mewl voices while he pushed his left hand against the wall as a support and the right hand still grasped harshly on your skirt's hem.
You began to escalate the rhythm, examined Art's interactions. Once he was about to reached the climax, you ceased; it made him looks pathetic, and you both took pleasure in it. Who was going to imagine the picture of the dominant tennis player in those particular world, begging to cum in the most piteous way.
"Shit!" Art said deeply in his throat, you alternate a slow and a fast pace, made him whined and shuddered in pleasure. A couples minutes later, Art tighten up his grasped and tenses up his abdomen. A signals of his orgasm.
Art tilted his head to looked at you and said in struggled. "Can I- Can I cum, please?"
"Not so soon, it has been only five minutes." Art turned his head back before there was a knocked on the door, suddenly he looked at you again in shocked but you didn't stop your motions.
"Donaldson! Donaldson! You there?" It was his coach who knocked on the door, Art didn't know what to do but he wasn't resist you to continue, which was quite entertaining to you, your little white man was too horny to stop as if he get caught, it doesn't matter, if he cum first. Naugty boy.
"Don't answer." Art still panicked, adrenaline rushed through his entire body, and it made him nearly on the edge. "Oh, my god, I'm gonna cum, please, please" Feeling of fear to be caught made him cum quicker. That's new. Even though, you and Art have had an experience in public sex before, but you never experienced an interfere by others.
"Look at me." You picked up the pace as Art tried to looked at you but that made him more sensitive as your tits was poking out of your fabric as a result of the shower.
"I can't- I can't-" You teased him by twirling around his nipples and made him shuddered. "Yes, you can" you fasten your pace for the last time and this time was faster than the others. Art nearly on the edge of the climax as the voice of his coach still played on.
"Don't you wanna answer him?"
"I'm coming!, coach. I'm coming!" Art cry out with a groan in the back of his throat. "Fuck!, thank you, thank you, thank you, mommy-" His last word was faded by the result of his cum at the end. His cum was covered all over the wall. Art catched his breath as he loosen his grasped and looked at you before you smirked at him.
"Ok, hurry up!" Art realized his coach still at the other side of the room. He wouldn't have heard anything, would he?
You still used your thumb to twirled on his head in teasing. "Well, I think you enjoy your punishment too much, did you?"
"No, no, no, mommy," Art shook his head back and forth.
"Anyways, you will get a special treat tonight as promised because you're win, today." Art grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Clean up, I will meet you at your dorm, tonight."
You walked out of the shower and meddle in his bag before you grasped one of his shirt and a short out and changed your clothes. "You need help?" Art cry out while he was cleaning up his mess in the shower room.
"No, if you help, we won't have any dry clothes left." You smirked with yourself and thought you caught him off guard but you wasn't expect his response, which was strike back to you.
"Aren't you wet your clothes already, sweetheart?" And he didn't mean after you got into the shower room with him. He noticed your wet pussy when you walked in.
Oh, god. You hated him so much that he knew you too well and that made you love him so much.
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have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble
i’m such a sucker for a fake dating trope, could i request a drabble with eddie or tasm!peter? (i feel like out of all of the boyfriends they are the most likely to do it lol) <3
Thanks for requesting lovely!
Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 686 words
You drop Eddie’s hand as soon as you’re around the corner. “Baby?” your voice comes out disgusted, blissfully steady. “That’s what you’re going with?”
“I don’t have a shit ton of practice being couple-y,” he replies, huffy. “Sorry if I didn’t have time to whip out my domestic dictionary.”
You shrug. “Guess I just expected a little more creativity from you.” He does spend most of his time fucking around with chords and making up stories involving dragons and mages.
You cross your arms, walking with a couple of feet between you and your part-time boyfriend now that there’s no one around to see. Eddie turns to look at you, his hair falling over his shoulder. “You like it.”
He’s teasing, you think. He can’t possibly know that. But your face heats and you can’t look up from the sidewalk, because there had been an undeniable commotion in your stomach when Eddie had said in front of everyone, voice smooth and sweet as iced tea, You getting tired, baby? I’m about ready to head out.
It had been a warm sort of commotion, more bees than butterflies, buzzing all the way from the pit of your stomach up into your brain, where they’ve stayed, humming quietly even now.
You try to pass your flustering off as pique, rolling your eyes and making sure Eddie sees. “It’s infantilizing,” you say. “I hate when guys call girls that, it’s so weird. I’m not a literal baby.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” You look over, and Eddie’s grinning at you now, laying it thick on in the way he has been all night, except that was for show and this appears to be just for you. With how wobbly it makes your limbs feel, you don’t know how much more of it you can take. “You seemed a lot like a baby, the way you let me open every door for you all day and were just about falling asleep on my shoulder a couple of minutes ago.”
And just like that, the happy buzzing quiet. Real indignation sparks to life in your chest. “I thought you were just being chivalrous for a minute there, but I figured that was ridiculous.” For a second, Eddie looks confused. “And anyway,” you go on, “it’s not like you were any better. I thought I was gonna have to pry your hand off my waist if you got any more comfortable.”
“You still might have to,” he teases, reaching around your side to squeeze at that favored spot. Your vexation breaks up as a laugh jostles out of you, and you try to move away but Eddie doesn’t let you get far, pulling you roughly against his side.
Any more of this, and you’ll have to get a tattoo of his handprint on your waist with Eddie’s spot written inside. It’ll be tasteless and suggestive, and you know Eddie will laugh for days.
“I’ve got to find something equally punishing for you now,” you say. “How do you feel about sweetpea?”
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“No? Honeyboo?”
“You know—”
“Pookie?”
“—I actually don’t care what you—”
“Oh, I know! Stud muffin.”
“Would you shut up?” Eddie squeezes you around the middle again, cutting you off with your own giggles. He doesn’t look nearly as embarrassed as you’d like, still grinning down at you like you’re a source of endless amusement. “Stud muffin actually isn’t bad, but I don’t give a shit what you call me, so long as it’s you.”
Some of your playfulness fizzles out, and he smirks at what he takes for your dissatisfaction, stopping and grasping your upper arms to look you in the eye. The metal of his rings are cool on your skin. “Got that, baby?” he asks, stretching the endearment out long and teasing.
It takes you a second to react, grateful for Eddie’s hands on your arms as you try to remember how to balance on your own. Once you do, you scoff, ripping out of his grasp and continuing ahead. “Fuck you,” you say.
Eddie all but skips to catch up to you. “Oh, you wish.”
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hear me out- yandere Miguel capturing us after we managed to escape from his lair (he kidnapped us) and us dealing w/ the consequences he put up for us 👀
Anyways thank youuu 🤭
I Thought You Knew Better Than This.
You've never thought your own home could look so ruined. He threw and destroyed everything. Your walls covered in claw marks in certain places with big and heavy pieces of furniture destroyed and laying on the opposite side of the room it's supposed to be on. You tried to make minimal sound as his hand on the back of your shirt continued to hurt you. Miguel hasn't stopped breathing heavy since he found you hiding in your little corner. He was seething. Absolutely furious with how the way things have turned out. It was supposed to be a simple day today. He drowns you in his luxury and money while he also indulges in the feelings of happiness that your happiness gives him. But when he was distracted and had his back turned, you disappeared without a second to spare, taking his patience and mercy with you.
Even though he wasn't wearing the symbol of his power, his spider-suit, something about him wearing just regular clothes while chasing you as if he was a predator catching his prey made your heart pang in fear. You said nothing and kept to yourself as he practically shoved you into the fully formed portal.
When you two were back into your very carefully decorated and designed (he would call this your real bedroom in your real home)bedroom meant for your comfort and safety, Miguel sat on the edge of the bed and had you planted on his lap. Your back touched his hot chest and your each of your legs were spread out with the outer sides of his own.
You swallowed thick bile and continued to keep your mouth shut. Your eyes roamed around your room in hopes of self soothing your erratic inner turmoil. Miguel grabbed the lower part of your face and turned you to make eye contact with him. His eyes held some sense of control within him, but you knew his heart was telling an entirely different story. You tried your best not to look away, knowing how he feels about eye contact.
"Por qué te fuiste?"(Why did you go?) His voice was quiet as he asked. He spoke to you as if you were a child, and truth be told, you really really didn't want to tell him why. But the last thing you should ever do is lie. Especially to him. "I just.....I didn't want to be with you." You silently croaked out the answer, guilt showing in your eyes, but he didn't care. "Hm? Don't I give you everything? Don't I take good care of you? Papi no te cuida bien?"(Doesn't daddy take care of you?)
You slowly nod and he shakes his head. "I don't understand. Help me understand why you thought it was a good idea to run away. Please." You stutter as you try to answer as his hand somehow sneaked past your pants to rub his cold fingers on your clit through your underwear. ".......B-because I-" "Because you don't think. You just act immediately on your thoughts and leave me to clean up your mess. This is why I make you stay home."
No matter how hard you tried to ignore his fingers, your body somehow managed to build pleasure from the constant stimulation he was giving you. "I'm sorry." He rolls his eyes and begins to take off your pants. "Yeah." You didn't want to think about what he wanted to do with you. You drop the pants onto the floor once they pool around your ankles and Miguel manhandles you over his lap.
"Wait, no, Miguel. I don't wanna do this, I'm not ready!" You feel his digits prod at your entrance as best as they could through the small and unnecessarily damp part of your underwear that he caused. "It never seems like you're ready for me to give you any of your punishments, mi cielo. But don't you think it's time for me to give you what you deserve?" You squirm under his hold, and he rightfully continues to hold you down.
"No!" He coos at you while staring down at your panties, shoving the piece of the cloth to the side to access you more easily. "Mmmm, I think I should." Two of his digits poke at your hole and your shame drastically increases as you automatically whine at the feeling, squirming in his arms.
You hated, hated getting sexual with him. It wasn't fair that he had more experience than you and could play with you like an instrument, making you sing every song known to man. He was so good at touching you, you never wanted to try it again since the first time it happened. Knowing how hard it was to not only ignore him, but also how hard it was to go against his word when you and him both knew he could make you feel so good in ways you didn't think was humanly possible.
Miguel looks back up to see your reaction as he inserts his fingers and you immediately go silent. His fingers thrust inside of you two, three times and then on the fourth time, curls on that spot and you squeeze your eyes shut. A very small upward curve makes itself known on Miguel's face. He softly praises you and continues working your pussy out. "There, we go, bebé. No se siente increíble? Déjame escucharte."(Doesn't that feel amazing? Let me hear you). Your hands tighten their hold on his thigh and you shake your head no. He suddenly pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before tossing you onto the bed, immediately taking his hard cock out of his pants. "Está bien, nena."(That's okay, baby) He almost seems to say his words excitedly, rushing to mount your ass, one of his hands on the small of your back to keep you in place, his head hanging to watch the hot tip of his cock slip between the plush doors to his only escape to reality, indulging in you entirely. "........Tengo otras maneras de hacerte cantar."(I have other ways of making you sing.) He was gone, too far gone to stop and it was all of your fault.
He lets out a shaky sigh, leaning down to connect his chest to your back, now moving the hand that once was restricting you so that his body can take that role, and instead putting his hand in your hair to move your face to meet his. You look up at him with those adorable glossy eyes, the tears threatening to drop down your pretty cheek only makes him smile. "You did this to yourself, baby. Don't be so sad. All you have to do is let me do the work, okay? Just relax." Then his lips connect with yours in a sweet, loving kiss that you fucking hated. But your opinion never mattered in these moments, and it especially didn't matter when he kept deepening the kiss, groaning into your mouth as you felt him very gently intrude your entrance.
His kisses. His kisses successfully distracted you. Those plush lips making you forget your words. And when his tip oh, so gently kissed that spot inside of you when he was fully in, you felt your mind begin to buzz and didn't even realize you stopped trying to resist. Miguel took that moment to let his hands roam your heavenly body. There were only a few times he got to do this, and sadly, it was only when he was having sex with you. He wanted to be able to touch you every day. He wanted his hands to touch your stomach, your sides like this every morning and every night. He wanted to soothe your mind and body like this every day in any way he could, outside of a sexual context, because he knows he could. He just wishes you would love him back so he can give you what you truly deserve. Own him like you truly deserve.
But then he remembers you telling him he wasn't shit, his love wasn't shit, you wanted him dead, wanted him gone, he was worth nothing and the only thing you'd enjoy would be him in the dirt. Dead, gone, cold and forever silent, out of your mind. But what about all of this he built for you? What about those mornings you'd be in his arms and immediately realized you cuddled him all of the damn time in your sleep? What about those times he had to help you cook, had to help you with those weirdos who cat-called you outside, had to help you with your stress? Your pain that he took away from you? Just like this?
What about that? "Nothing I do is ever enough for you." His hips slowly roll into yours and you focus on the sheets in front of you, ignoring his crazy talk. "Maybe I should try giving you all that I got. Maybe then, you'll learn to be thankful." He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed. Both pairs of feet touch the ground, but you both remain bent over the bed. His hands grab onto yours and pulls them up, giving you no space or peace of mind to be able to ignore anything he's doing to you.
The soft rolling picks up speed and force, the jabs he makes inside of you increasing in pleasure with each thrust. You begin making sounds you can't control, and Miguel smothers you with kisses on your neck, praising your actions.
You hated him. You hated how you began leaning into his affection and relaxed at his words as he fucked the logic out of your mind. You hated how he numbed your tongue and continued to abuse your sweet spot constantly, knowing how sweet you'll be to him afterwards. And even when you grind back into him, all of your muscles tensing as he rubs at your clit during your orgasm, you still find a way to try and curse his name, only for it to come out of your mouth as if he was an angel from heaven.
Miguel pulls out to shoot his load onto the sheets, knowing the relationship you two have isn't something he wanted his child to see. It'd take a few more months.
You let him clean you, wash the sheets, feed you and put you to bed. And you couldn't find it in you to complain, let alone have any kind of opinion of what just happened. Not when you were this tired. Miguel decided to skip work for the rest of the night to sleep with you. You don't say anything.
You curled into his arms, knowing the next morning will just be a mental battle with yourself over giving in or continuing this exhausting fight you were putting up. His hand softly caresses your head, the other one holding your body close to his. He is whispering to you in such a soft and lovely tone, it just makes you wonder how obsessed he really is with you. Skin to skin. He lulls you to sleep and stays awake for a good while, just to embrace the moment he's never given. Then follows you into his subconscious.
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The bratty human and his vampire dom
A/N: Trying something new with the male!reader, let me know if you want more of it.
Vampire x male!reader || dom/sub, spanking, praise kink, dirty talk || tw: blood
You were spending the week at your boyfriend’s at his insistence. He pleaded you to spend some time with him because he missed you so much when the sun got up and he couldn’t be with you. So you complied. Your vampire boyfriend was just too hot and you were just too horny. A whole week in his house sounded like a great way to enjoy both.
But he still had to work, and you had a few hours of boredom with only social media to keep you company. And it was so funny to play with him. You couldn’t resist teasing him every once in a while. The idea came from one Tumblr post about driving your partner crazy while he was on a Skype meeting, and you thought about until the opportunity appeared.
“I have a long meeting this afternoon, will you be entertained all on your own for a couple hours?” He told you as he kissed your neck in the shower.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll try not to bother you too much.” You had to bite your lip not to smile. It was the perfect opportunity to tease him and, luckily, made him snap.
“You never bother me, babe.” Your heart skipped a beat, you still felt jittery when he said shit like that. He played the mean vampire card with everyone, but in the inside he was just a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that liked to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion as he spanked your ass red.
You took a shower and prepared yourself, your plan set in motion. Your boyfriend was taking the call in his study, and sometimes you sat in the couch he had there, just to keep her company as you read. It was nothing weird about it. So he didn’t suspect anything when you walked in wearing just gray sweatpants. You knew they looked indecently low on your hips, your happy tail framed perfectly.
You sat down on the couch and saw how he looked at you over his laptop. You didn’t listen to whatever the other person at the meeting was saying. You got yourself comfortable and opened a book. You tried to ignore the intense look your boyfriend was giving you, his eyes fixed on your naked torso as you rested one hand over your stomach and traced patterns there. You saw how his jaw closed and his intake of breath. You were sure he could smell your arousal, probably even the lube you used. He knew you were up to something. You didn’t say anything, still “reading” as your anticipation grew.
Normally it was your boyfriend who teased you, he liked to play with your for hours before letting you come. He loved to push a vibrating bullet inside you and play with the controller when you were out for dinner (you ate, he looked). He loved to tie you down and fuck you senseless. But today… today was your turn for payback.
You kept tracing your abs, occasionally gracing your fingers over your nipples, biting your lip until it was red and swollen. You kept it soft and innocent for a bit, biting back the smiles when you felt his eyes on you, clearly not paying attention to the meeting. But then you decided it was time, your cock looked unholy against your pants and you knew he could clearly see it from across the room. You pinched your left nipple and moaned softly, his super hearing enough to hear you. You saw his fangs descend as he choked on a breath. His eyes were focused on you, ignoring completely the meeting.
“What game are you playing, babe?” He asked, moving the laptop so his face wasn’t on frame when he talked. You smirked at him.
“Nothing… Just bored.” You answered, your hand going to rub your hardness through the pants, opening your mouth in a silent moan. You bet you looked completely hot, and the heat in his eyes confirmed it.
“Watch it.” He warned. The edge of danger in his voice made precum build at the tip of your cock. Dang, he was so hot when he was all commanding and scary.
“Or what? Are you going to punish me, sir?” You teased, using your best bratty voice.
“You are playing with fire.” He warned again.
“Then I’ll burn.” You said as you pushed your hand inside your pants. The outline of your hand rubbing your dick was clear against the fabric, your tiny groans fueling his anger. He growled. You panted.
He didn’t say anything else, but his eyes were glued to the point where your hand rubbed your erection. Grunts and whimpers were escaping your mouth as your boyfriend looked at you. The meeting completely forgotten in the background. You hoped he had his mic muted, but the thought of someone else listening as you got himself off in front of him made your dick jump.
You pushed your hand lower, playing with your balls for a second before going lower, playing with your wet, puffy hole. You prepped yourself in the shower, and you were so ready for him to pound you that your hole was twitching, eager. But you didn’t push inside you pocked and teased yourself, not wanting to come without his permission. You didn’t want to push him too hard, just enough that he lost it and became a bit feral on you. You wanted him to feast on your blood as he fucked you until you went limp in his arms.
“It feels so good, I’m so warm and ready… so ready for you.” You whispered. His nostrils were flared, his eyes burning. You felt hot all over. “I wish my fingers were yours, sir.” You added, the tip of your index finger pressing inside as you moaned.
You threw your head back as you pinched your nipple with your free hand, exposing the column of your neck to his hungry eyes. Your blood was rushing through your veins, you were sure he could hear your heart from across the room. That was what did it. He un-muted the meeting and made some excuses you didn’t listen to as you pushed two fingers inside your hungry hole, moaning like a whore. The sound of the laptop being closed harshly sounded deafening in the room.
He was looking at you, not moving, eyes big and pupils blown wide. His fangs glimmered as he slowly licked over them. Yeah… You were going to get ruined. “You were a bad boy today… You better run. Now.” He told you as you tried to get up and push your pants up, almost falling down. You got them sorted out as you sprinted in the direction of his bedroom. You heard him walking behind you, your anticipation and a bit of fear fueling your every step.
You almost got to the bed before you felt him wrap his arms around your middle, stopping you from moving. He pressed his whole body against yours, you could feel the outline of his dick against your ass. You pushed back, trying to get more friction. He rocked back into you, giving in what you wanted but not nearly enough.
“You need to be punished.” He told you, your insides twisting with anticipation, your dick leaking.
“Yes. Yes, sir. I’ve been bad.” You agreed, eager.
He chuckled. “If you want it so bad it won’t be a punishment. Maybe I should just leave you here, tie you down so you can’t touch yourself. Maybe I can jerk off on you. You wouldn’t be able to come. You want that? Or you want to come?”
“N- no, sir. I want to come. Please, sir, make me come.” You begged, you really needed to come. You couldn’t think of anything else that wasn’t his dick. His dick inside you, pounding you into the mattress.
“Just today, I’ll indulge you, because you asked so nicely.” He said in the softest voice possible. You knew that meant your punishment wasn’t going to be so nice. “Bed. Hands and knees.” You were so fast to take your clothes off and get into position that your arms almost gave out and you face planted in the bed, but you got yourself together at the last second. “This is how things are going to go: first, I’m going to fuck you until I come. I’m going to fill you to the brim and let it drip. Then I’m going to spank your sweet little ass while your hole is stretched and dripping with my come. And if you are good, I’ll fuck you again and let you come as I feed from you. Understood?”
“Yes!” You agreed, rapidly.
“Yes, what?” He urged, an edge of danger in his voice.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be good, please. Please… Plea-”
You didn’t get to keep pleading, he didn’t get you time. You didn’t even register him getting his pants down, but the next thing you knew was that his dick was inside of you, so deep that you felt him in his throat. He didn’t let you catch your breath, or even think about what was happening. He grabbed your hips and started a punishing pace, his claws extending and pocking at your skin. That was going to leave marks. Your arms gave out as he fucked you like a piston, he didn’t stop.
He pressed your head against the bed and pushed your ass up, your back arched in an impossible angle. You went pliant under his ministration, feeling hot all over. The only sound in the room where your “ah ah ah” every time he hit your prostate and the sound of slaps of his skin against your ass, a filthy symphony.
“Look at you, baby. Your hole looks so good wrapped around my cock.” He kept talking, praising you and calling you how good you were. His breath was labored, he was getting close. “You will look so pretty all stuffed up with my come… So cute.” You whined, clenching around him, trying to push him over the edge. “Yes, just like that. Your hungry hole is taking me so well…” You were ready to combust.
“I want it. Come in me, please. Fill me up.” You begged, pushing your ass back against him. And he did just that, burying himself deep inside of you, emptying his balls until you felt stuffed.
He pulled out as you cried out, your hole felt raw and used. “Look at that… You look so pretty like this.” His finger traced your abused hole, circling it, collecting some of the come oozing out of you and pushing it back inside. “Are you ready for your second punishment, babe?” You nodded against the pillow, unable to form words. He was massaging your ass cheeks softly, opening you up to stare at your puffy hole. “Prepare yourself.” That was the only warning you got before you felt his hand slapping your ass. Hard. You cried out and tears pooled at your eyes instantly.
The spanking kept going, He didn’t let you catch your breath, going back again every few seconds until you didn’t know what was happening anymore. You felt your ass raw and burning, bruises probably forming against your tender skin. It was heaven. Your face was wet from tears and your voice felt raw.
You didn’t know how much time it happened, but at some point he stopped. You whimpered as he massaged your abused flesh. “You look so good babe, your ass is so red… So pretty with my marks all over you.” He praised you, making your heart warm.
“Please, sir…” You said, your voice barely a whisper.
“I’m gonna fuck my come out of you.” You felt the tip of his dick against your quivering hole. He pushed in slowly, until his hips were flushed against your ass again. It hurt in the best way possible. “I’m gonna fill you up again, until you are all loose and stretched, until you can take it anymore. And then some more.” Every time he pushed inside, you felt everything. The bruises on your hips, your abused ass, your stretched hole… It was marvelous. You felt so close. “One of these days, I’m gonna tie you up and fill you over and over until you can’t take it anymore, and then I will do it again. Until you are crying and asking me to stop. Would you like that?” You nodded against the bed, not able to form words. You whimpered when he hit your prostate. “I got you, babe.”
He grabbed your neck and pushed you up, flushed against his body as he kept fucking you restlessly. And then you felt his mouth against your pulse point. He bit down on your jugular as he hit your prostate over and over. Each suck on your neck feeling like he was sucking your dick.
You had an extracorporeal experience, the pleasure so intense that your vision blacked out, and your legs gave up under you, but he supported you. He fucked you through your orgasm, your dick shooting so far you hit the pillow. He kept sucking out your blood, his cock hitting your prostate until you were so sensitive you started to cry. It felt too good. Finally, you felt his cum inside of you again, his dick twitching making you whimper again.
“I hope that taught you a lesson.” He whispered against your ear as he carefully placed you back on the bed, not caring about you landing on your fresh cum. You tried to nod, but you didn’t bother, both of you knew the truth.
You were 100% going to do it again.
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Expanding off that previous post, two situations I think of often as good examples of how attacking the misguided conclusion only fails to address the root legitimate anxiety are stories from my cousin and uncle.
I saw a post once saying how the only people who “hate OSHA” are monocle-wearing CEOs and I thought, hm, my uncle hates OSHA. What I really mean is that at his employment, safety regulations put in place consistently make your job harder. Bulky gloves limit your grip. Ear protection prevents you from being able to communicate well with coworkers. It slows you down. But bosses do not tolerate that. So they chew you out until you go faster, until eventually you realize you cannot go faster with this equipment. So you take it off. Then you get hurt. Then it’s all your fault. Bosses are so rarely punished for pushing people to disregard safety mechanisms but employees are routinely punished for trying to forgo them to meet management expectations.
My cousin, early in covid, told me how bad he hated lockdowns and how pointless they were. And also how he wanted to fight against them. My knee-jerk was to think how small-minded it was to say so, how selfish and how lacking in perspective when clearly this was for a larger good. People needed to limit contact to be safer. I still believe that. But then my cousin said how his work’s policy was to send everyone home unpaid. If you tested positive you were sent home unpaid. You had it you had to stay out of work for 2 weeks unpaid. If coworkers were sick you also got sent home unpaid. So people started lying. Started concealing positive results. Started faking results.
If we only address the conclusion, my uncle is stupid for not taking safety seriously. My cousin and his coworkers are being selfish and dangerous. But the material reality is that the problem is not either of these guys or their coworkers, it is the work environment.
Worker safety will never be effective for as long as workers are able to be punished more than bosses for risks to their own safety. We cannot effectively protect against illness so long as healthcare is tied to employment and as long as being sick means a denial of pay. What are these men supposed to do? Get fired for working slow? Miss too many days of work and get fired also?
No, they should not disregard safety measures, no they should not put coworkers and others at risk, but at a point, what choice do they have?
When you desperately need money, when you cannot afford to lose your insurance, when people depend on you to provide, would you not risk your safety for them? How is it the worker’s fault and not ever the money-hungry bosses profiting off of your desperate choices?
It’s no wonder people become enraged when you call them stupid for making a bad choice between two bad choices.
The issue isn’t the decision, it’s the lack.
So many more people would make the right decision if they could.
And if they didn’t, everyone else could better insulate themselves if it wasn’t a huge risk to them to do so.
The point isn’t to excuse the behavior, it’s to understand that the behavior will continue to happen so long as we ignore the cause.
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PLS I NEED A FIC WHERE BIG DICK HAN IS TIED UP AND EDGED FOR HOURS BY M!READER UNTIL HE SHAKES AND WHINES 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴
"h-hyung, p-please, I'm begging, I need to- ah-!" (Edged again) "Please h-hyung, it really hurts, it hurts" then he cries then you edge him for another hour 😩😩
Edge and ruin his damn orgasm atleast 20 times and he will literally cry and beg and shake just to cum
(in my Dom era, yes I like being both so I read both XDDDDDDDD)
So, after a little chat behind the scenes, @chuuchuu1224 is happy for me write this as a Minsung piece 😃 I don’t think I’ve ever written them by themselves before 🤔 … anyway we’re going classic Minsung with a needy Ji and a domming Min.
Hope you like it 😘 x. Sorsha
“M-min…p-please…” whined Jisung. “Need to cum… please…please let me…baby, please!”
“Shh! What did I say about your whining, Hmm?” Minho said coldly. “Just shut up and take your punishment.”
“I’m s-sorry, hyung!” He sobbed.
Jisung had been tied to bed for 3 hours now, and he was almost at breaking point. He looked a sight. He was completely naked, sweating, his big delicious cock swollen, angry and leaking, resting against his taut abs. Tears running down his cheeks.
Minho thought he looked perfect being this helpless. That’s why he has really taken his time to tease torment his lover. Just like he himself had been tortured all week by Jisung.
For the past six days he’d been teasing Minho, avoiding his touch and ignoring his glances, flirting with Hyunjin. Grr. It’d been driving him fucking crazy. Cock tease. “I promise you’re gonna pay for this.” He’d told him the other night. He was met with an attitude of “what are ya gonna do about it?”
Well, now Jisung knew exactly what Minho was doing about it.
“You can’t do this to me!!! Aahhh p-please.” He scrunched his eyes as he sobbed loudly.
Minho hovered over Jisung’s cock, taking it in his hand and squeezing it slightly.
“Fuuuccckkk!!! H-Hyung… stop teasing… I’m gonna die!”
Minho licked the dribbling pre-cum from the tip. It was probably the fifteenth time he’d done so today. Edging poor Ji until he was almost there, then simply licking the precum away and leaving him writhing on the bed.
His balls were so tight and painful looking too. Minho wondered how he’d react if he squeezed them?
“Hyung!!!!” He sobbed. Minho smirked.
“Sungie. You need to listen very carefully. I’m going to untie you now. But only so you can roll onto your stomach. Then you’re going to be tied again. No funny business.”
Jisung whined. “O-okay…”
Minho repositioned Jisung so he was lying on his stomach, arms stretched and tied above his head. He immediately started grinding against the bedspread.
“Ahh… fuck!”’ Jisung squealed as a hard slap landed on his ass.
“No grinding.” Growled Minho.
He bit his lower lip as he caressed the curve of Jisung’s back, causing the boy to shudder, then parting his cheeks and nestling his face between them to lick his hole.
A low groan came from Jisung as Minho ate him out. He knew it would drive him absolutely crazy. But there was something that he knew would really torture his poor boyfriend. He slipped a finger into his hole. Just to the first knuckle. He gently thrust into him one, two, three times, then removed his finger entirely.
“Fuck you, Minho! When I’m not tied up I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.” He growled, trying to look back at him.
So he was at the stage of throwing threats now? He’d already begged and bargained to no avail. Desperate, needy boy.
“I mean it. I’m gonna fuck you up—aaahhh. F-fuck.”
Minho couldn’t hold out any longer and laid himself on top of Jisung and pushed his cock into his tight ass.
“Min…fuck…fuck…I’m… fuck you’re deep. P-please…ngh…”
Three deep, precise thrusts from Minho, and Jisung came with his cock squished between his stomach and the mattress. He shook and convulsed underneath Minho, making him almost come too.
“Min….no…too… it’s too much!”
“Shut up. Don’t you fucking know how much I’ve wanted to be buried in your ass this week?” He panted as he snapped his hips.
“Hyung…I love you.” Whimpered Jisung into the matress.
Minho’s thrusts halted for just s moment as his heart burst inside his chest.
“I love you too, Sungie. But for now I need to be a good little cocksleeve for me and be quiet.”
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next part of Love Potion, maybe? pretty please? <3
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I’m back!!!
Soap wasn’t sure he could stomach going in front of Ghost so soon. He knew he should help Roach. It would be hard for him all alone. But… he just couldn’t face him. Not yet. A day of sleep had not helped as much as he hoped.
Soap felt ashamed at how he handled the night before. If he could, he’d make it disappear forever from both their minds. It did however erase any doubt in his mind that this was the best course of action. Before, he had considered from time to time that Ghost was an elf who could be dangerous if no longer tied to a person. But seeing the punishments in action, watching Roba’s glee at being able to humiliate Ghost and torment Soap, the doubts quickly fizzled out. No one deserved that. Even if this backfired and Ghost was dangerous, this was the right thing to do.
Hiding like a coward was not the right thing to do.
So he got up and got dressed and did all the little things to make himself presentable and went out again.
A guard, Reyes Soap believed, stopped him immediately. “John MacTavish, have you seen Lieutenant Ghost?”
“No sir, I haven’t. Why?”
“Lord Roba is looking for him. He’s concerned.”
“If I see him, I’ll send him to them.” Soap smiled. “I just woke up and plan to go eat. See ya around, yeah?”
Reyes smiled. “Have you also seen Chuy? I’ve been looking for him too.”
The idea of Chuy, the local witch, and Reyes, the sunshiney guard, hanging out?
Well, young love he supposed.
“No, but I’ll also tell him if you’re looking for him.” He promised and Reyes brightened.
“Thank you, sir! I’m going to keep looking for Ghost!” Reyes walked away, continuing his search.
Soap felt slightly better to know that he apparently wasn’t that high on the suspect list. He didn’t even press him for information.
Roba must assume that Ghost would never willingly go anywhere with Soap after what he did. The bastard probably hoped it would destroy their friendship.
Not on Soap’s watch!
…
Maybe on Soap’s watch.
Ghost had to be restrained to the bed and he was spitting mad. He was able to speak again but was still too weak to really defend himself.
Roach had put a cold compress on his head and was currently trying to comb his hair.
“Gary, when I get out of this, I’m going to rip you to shreds. You know that right? I’m going to make it slow. Going to drag it out.”
Roach kissed his cheek and kept combing.
Soap smiled at him and pulled up a chair. “Hello, sir.”
“MacTavish.”
“So Roach is still Gary but I’m just MacTavish?”
“You know why.”
Soap softened. “I’m sorry, truly. I never wanted…”
Ghost looked away from him.
Roach waved a hand and made a gesture.
“What’s he saying, Ghost? I don’t know that sign.”
“He’s asking what happened.”
Roach made a face so it was clear that was not actually what he said, but he went back to combing him as if nothing happened so it must have been answer enough.
Soap swallowed. “Ghost…”
He stayed looking away.
“Simon.”
Ghost… melted. “Please…”
“Can I tell him what happened?”
“Fuck you…” He shivered and tried to pull his hands free.
Roach leaned down and traced Ghost’s throat. He leaned down so they could make eye contact.
Slowly, Ghost thawed out slowly and shook his head. “Gary, a little mercy on me?”
Roach frowned at him.
“Roba… wanted an audience.”
Roach slowly raised his head. A storm cloud had appeared above his head, the thunder so loud Soap could hear it. Despite being unable to speak, his mouth still opened like he was going to start accusing Soap.
“He didn’t want to, Gary. Don’t worry. I… know you didn’t actually enjoy that, Johnny.”
“Thank goodness, thought I was going to go crazy knowing you were mad at me.” Soap grabbed his arm and squeezed. “Now, we’re going to keep you here just until this curse is off.”
Ghost looked up at him. “And what will you do with me after?”
Soap sighed. “Release you.”
Roach hit him with a pillow and growled. His hands went to Ghost’s shoulders, rubbing them lightly. He looked rather protective.
Ghost hummed. “You two should maybe talk about this. Not smart for you two to not know what to do with a prisoner.”
Both of them gawked at him. “Not a prisoner!”
“Then, I can leave?”
“Well, no.”
“Then I am imprisoned, making me a prisoner. Come on Johnny. English.”
Soap shook his head. “You’re impossible, Simon.”
Ghost swallowed thickly when he said his name. “Gary, I feel hotter again.”
Roach laid a gentle hand on his face. A gentle hand with claws at the end of each one. He felt the heat rolling off of him and quickly put the rag in the water and squeezed it. He placed it around Ghost’s neck instead of his forehead, letting it cool the blood there and spread throughout his body.
Soap swallowed. “Simon, we’re going to take care of you okay? I’ll stay with you throughout all of this.”
Roach smiled in agreement.
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Corruption (A Blessing for a Curse User) | Geto Suguru x Reader
Summary: Geto Suguru is your last hope when you start seeing curses. But his reason for taking you in is more perverted than he lets you see. Set sometime during those ten years before jjk0
Warnings: manipulation, smut with plot, overstimulation, oral (f! receiving)
Word count: 5,834
Read on AO3
Author's note: i couldn't stop thinking that geto would have canonically used pussy therapy to cope so i had to come up with a plot for it
Masterlist
Your steps halted after reaching the top of the stairs. So many times you wanted to come to the temple, ask for help, thinking, knowing that you had nowhere else to turn to. But you always hesitated, anxiety and shame taking over your mind. But fear prevailed, at last. You went to therapists, they told you it was stress, unresolved childhood trauma. You've never heard of people seeing monsters at lunch time because they had a narcissistic mother. They were everywhere. And they were looking at you, their disgusting sounds echoing in your ears even after running away. You haven't had a good night's sleep in a couple of months. The only rest you had was always in the presence of someone else, scared that the monsters might come for you. What were they? What did they want from you?
You had reached your limit last night. You went out with some friends, thinking a large company would help. But it was worse. So many, so different, so disgusting. Those monsters were everywhere, on people's shoulders, hiding behind the corner of a building, on the counter at the grocery store. You ran home, away from the crowded neighbourhood, took a cold shower and decided you couldn't delay it anymore. Otherwise you would go completely insane.
You had to see Geto Suguru.
It was right before sunrise, when the darkness of the night was melting into brighter shades of blue, the fresh air of morning filling your lungs, encouraging you to move forward. You doubted anyone was there so early in the morning. You were determined to wait, in any case. You wrapped your fingers around the cold golden surface of the handle, hitting it lightly against the tall door. Behind, the tip of the sun was slowly creeping up, engulfing the world in a warm orange light.
"Good morning, miss early bird." You heard a gleeful voice.
Turning back, you noticed a tall, long haired man dressed in the traditional monk attire. His lips were curled up in a smile, although it lacked any warmth.
"I-I'm sorry to bother." You quickly apologized, trying to control your stuttering voice. "I-I know it's early but... uhm I am here for... I have a problem... I mean I want to talk to-" Maybe the sleepless nights were taking their toll on your concentration.
"I am Geto Suguru." The man said, his hands hidden away under the flowing sleeves of his kesa. "Come inside, I believe it is me you're looking for."
You nodded, following him inside. All the stories you heard from people who seeked out Geto's help were similar. He was kind and jovial, with a well developed, and borderline offensive, sense of humour for a monk. He helped everyone. But there was something off about him, you heard that often. Contrary to his gentle smile, people felt in danger in his presence, some describing it as a sensation of imminent death. You were feeling all of those things right now, as you walked one step behind him. Geto looked like he was coming from somewhere, not that he had just woken up to open the temple. You walked into an empty room, the only noticeable decoration being the three scrolls hanging on the wall.
Death to the Fool
Punishment to the Weak
Love to the Strong
Your steps froze in the middle of the room while Geto walked over, sitting down on the floor with the scrolls framing his head as he leaned his head to rest on his palm. The word weak blinded you for a moment and you couldn't concentrate on anything else but the thought that you were indeed weak. A fool? You weren't quite sure. Strong? Clearly not. You fitted perfectly into the weak category. You wondered if these were the principles of the man in front of you, a drop of sweat falling along your neck. You've never heard of these words used for any other temple. But you weren't the religious type anyway.
"Miss early bird?" You heard Geto's voice get louder and you realized you must have not heard him calling you before. You blinked, confused, introducing yourself.
"I think I'm going crazy." was the first thing you blurted out after your name. You didn't have the time to prepare a speech or rehearse anything. You let out whatever you felt first and Geto laughed, a mocking but harmless laugh that you couldn't blame. "I started seeing these weird monsters. Everywhere. Next to people. On the street. Some are even talking to me." Geto's attitude changed, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "I don't know how to get rid of them. Nobody else sees them. I don't even know if they are real."
"When did you start seeing these monsters?" He asked, his eyes paying more attention to your form now. It was faint, almost unnoticeable, but he could sense your cursed energy.
"A few months ago. Around the time I moved to the city. I'm from a small mountain village." You looked at Geto, your only hope, as he pondered on your fate. His silence made you more nervous with every passing second. More desperate. You didn't think you could bear to walk out on your own and see those monsters again. You would rather die.
Death to the Fool
Were you a fool?
"I want to be strong!" You yelled out as tears filled your eyes. "Please, please, please I don't ever want to see those things ever again!" You begged, falling on your knees. You were definitely weak. You sobbed in silence, not even noticing when Geto sat up and walked over to you. Your break down helped him make a decision it seemed. He crouched down in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face with his slender fingers.
"Miss early bird." He said as he wiped your tears away. You wanted to correct him, remind him that you had introduced yourself already, but his soft voice left you speechless. A softness, different from the previously dissimulated one, coated his words like a sweet ointment on your open wounds. "Do you know where these monsters come from?" You looked at him, eyes empty and confused, shaking your head. "They come from filthy monkeys." You frowned. Was he making fun of your suffering? "If you get rid of the cause, the effect would naturally disappear, don't you think?"
"Get rid of monkeys?" You asked, aware of the fact that, if he really was making fun of you, it was already unavoidable.
"A figure of speech." He threw his hands in the air, in a helpless gesture. "The things you're seeing are curses, miss early bird. And they are born out of humans that cannot control cursed energy." You would have snapped for sure at his reluctance to refer to you by name if his following words didn't make your eyes open wide in shock, unable to register the information you just received.
"So... I'm not going crazy?" You whispered, almost scared to say it out loud.
"You said you don't want to see curses again." His voice changed to a serious tone by the time your tears ran dry. "The only solution is getting rid of their cause. Monkeys." He spat out the last word with such spite that it had you jolt back in surprise.
"But I'm a human too..." You mumbled, finding this small error of logic in his story fatal.
"No, no." He waved a long, slim finger in front of your face like a toddler. "You have cursed energy. I can help you control it."
He sat up, gathering the the folds of his traditional robe. You looked up at him, one of his arms extended towards you, his palm just above your head.
"Do you want to help me kill all the monkeys, miss early bird?"
*
Out of all the people in Geto's inner circle, you clearly stood out as the weakest, dumbest and most useless. At least this is how you felt. His found family was, if you had to pick one word, peculiar. But even more peculiar than that was your very presence amongst them. You didn't have any basics, didn't even know this world existed until you begged Geto for help. He must run out of patience at some point, you thought. But everyday he found even the smallest moments to give you some insight or reevaluate your progress so far.
Geto Suguru was a proud man. After all, he was leading a cult. Your desperation hit a very sensitive spot inside him that he wasn't even aware existed. Something about your crying face, so pretty despite your agony, gave him the satisfaction of being your saviour. The feeling caught him by surprise as well. Usually, people begging him for help disgusted him. However, he took a lot of pleasure out of teaching you everything, starting with the most obvious things. Your eyes fixed on him, taking in his every word, so well behaved, so eager to make him proud.
It was a completely different feeling from taking care of Nanako and Mimiko. His care for them came from a genuine concern, an honest wish to defend the people like him, wronged by the unfair world. With you, his protection and guidance came from a more perverted part of his soul. A part that he ignored for long, uninterested in trivial matters like this.
He enjoyed having all the answers for your questions. He enjoyed solving your problems, being the person you depended on. He was teaching you how to be strong, yes, but he also enjoyed knowing he would always be above you, no matter what. Something about your lack of pride, your straightforward questions, your awe in response to his knowledge and strenght, everything about you rubbed him the right way.
"Tell me again about your village, miss early bird." Three months later and he still insisted on not using your name. You were convinced he had to know it, he simply found it amusing to use this silly nickname. It didn't bother you anymore.
"It's very peaceful." You said as you poured Geto some tea. After you found out about his unpleasant technique, you made it your daily task to offer him some consolation in order to make up for the nauseating taste of curses he absorbed. "People are very close to nature, it brings a lot of peace to the soul." The tea you were preparing for him had calming properties, besides the floral mild taste. "There are no natural calamities and no thieves. People learned to take what they need from nature and share it with the community. The wi-fi signal is shitty, though." You joked and he smiled before taking a sip.
You found yourself fall for that smile. It was quite inevitable, if you really put some thought into it. He was so kind, so gentle, so generous, so patient with you. Not to mention his handsome face. Soon, you started wishing you could see more of what was hiding under his attire. You quickly learned how to distinguish between the subtle undertones of his smile. Maybe you were delusional, but you never saw him smile to other people like he smiled for you.
"Sounds like a nice place." That's what he would always say. You guessed the idea of your boring home village was some kind if utopia for him. No wonder you never saw curses before. They didn't exist there.
"Why did you leave?" It was the first time he asked. He was usually more interested in the way the community worked, how people avoided conflicts, how secluded the place was or how many modern things were absent there.
"I had no future there." He nodded, understading your perfectly valid point.
"Would you go back?" He asked, his eyes already searching the answer in your wavering gaze.
"Only to visit." You answered. He already guessed that from the sad look on your face as you remembered about your home.
"Make sure you take me too some time."
*
You gradually grew closer to everyone else. The dedication of Geto's followers was quite impressive and it only made you want to compete even more fervently for his favours. You quickly realized that the basic martial arts you learned as a kid held more importance than you initially thought. Sometimes Geto would challenge you, only to have you immobilized humiliatingly fast. But thirty seconds turned to one full minute, then two, then five. The more you trained your body, the longer you were able to face him. And the longer you lasted, the more satisfying became the moment when he had both your wrists behind your back in a tight grip, his other hand in your hair while his weight pressed your body firmly on the ground. You've never noticed him paying time and energy with anyone's training, let alone enjoy defeating them as much.
"Gotcha, miss early bird." He would whisper in your ear and you would unsuccessfully try to resist, to break free of his grip, which only made him laugh and hold you tighter. "You'd be dead by now."
When he would finally move away, you would find yourself wishing he remained longer, althought the strain in your shoulders and the pressure of his weight were painful.
"Ten minutes, that's a new record." Geto would praise you when checking the timer. You thought your heart was about to explode out of your chest when he slipped the robe off his shoulders, groaning in the scorching sun of noon. "You've got me sweating, good job."
You were still laying on the ground, rolled on your back, watching his tall figure tower over you. The sun was behind him, like a halo around his head crowned with messy raven hair that fell down to his waist. You couldn't see his face clearly, the light behind him too strong, blinding you. But what you could see was the shape of his body, the round and sharp turns that shaped the contour of his silhouette. His broad shoulders, his fit arms, his slim waist and muscular abdomen right above the band of his baloon pants. In that moment, he looked otherwordly to you. A light in your brain was switched on and you completely understood why people gathered around him, why they pledged allegiance to his cause, why he was worthy of worship. You were left speechless, on the ground, at his feet. He had all the rights to step over you, punish you. Compared to him, you would always be weak, insignificant.
Geto noticed your awe. It was only the two of you, no one else in sight. He pretended not to, but the corner of his mouth was curled in a patronizing grin. All the light of day was reflected on your body, sweaty and gasping for air after only ten minutes of facing him. How pathetic. And yet, your weakness didn't trigger repugnance or malice. Your helpless attempts to fight back, fully aware that it was futile, delighted him. Especially now, when your eyes sparkled in the sun, pupils dilated in veneration, your presence was so unbearably arousing to the point that all the blood seemed to flow into his cock.
"I looked into your fairy tale village." Geto finally said. You would have never stood up from the ground, willing to witness his greatness for the rest of your life. "There's a very high chance you have inherited a special cursed technique." You blinked several times, like trying to get rid of a haze covering your eyes. You sat up, your previously high ponytail only a tangled mess now.
"I don't understand." How could you be so shamelessly blunt? If he were in your shoes, Geto would be embarrassed to admit his lack of knowledge so easily. But in front of him, you bluntly and carelessly showed your most innocent and pure self, like a clueless lamb unaware of the coming slaughter.
"Remote villages are common but yours seemes to have the best of both worlds. No greed, no crime, no hatred yet it's fairly modern and economically thriving."
As the words left his lips he realized that maybe this was the very reason you trusted him so easily, laid all your flaws in front of him so he could pick and choose which way to build you up. You hardly ever went through hardships in life. You learned to trust the people around you. Consequently, seeing curses for the first time was probably the worst thing that had happened to you. You were so untained by the unfair world. So untouched. So easily breakable. You were a blank canvas of innocence with plently of space for him to paint any sinful whim residing in his soul.
"Turns out you're a descendant of an old clan of sorcerers who abandoned the old ways of jujutsu a few hundred years ago. Most were exterminated, the surviving never found."
You parted your lips in an attempt to protest but not sound came out of your mouth. Insead, an astonished expression fell over your face, as you watched Geto sit back down on the ground, a couple of steps away from you.
"You've never seen curses because jujutsu sorcerers don't produce curses. And your tiny mountain village was made up of exclusively descendants of this clan. It may be dormant, but your legacy is still there."
Geto's dark eyes shimmered with a violet shade in the sun, contrasting with his long dark locks that fell over his shoulders, absorbing all the light.
"Isn't it... the world you want to create?" You asked unsure, feeling like he was a teacher testing you. One wrong answer and you could fail the class.
"A scaled-down version, yes." He agreed.
Your eyes uncontrollably fell down his body, watching how his chest softly rose and fell as he breathed, how toned his arms were, how inviting his posture was. You felt a primal urge to crawl up to him, touch him, provoke him. And you did. Gathering your remaining strength, you closed the distance between your bodies. He stood there, unmoved, his eyes looking down at your smaller body, like a hunter watching his prey. Except that his prey was walking right into his jaws, so close. Now, the words death to the fool made perfect sense. A faint breeze of air brushed over both of you, so weak that only the ends of his hair fluttered in the air, grazing against your skin.
"Geto-sama." You said, closer to a whisper, afraid that the wind might carry your words for others to hear. "I believe I was born to serve you."
*
The stronger you became, the closer you got to Geto. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Needless to say, the toll his cursed technique was taking on his body and, more importantly, on his mind was painful to witness. There were times when he would keep the distance, isolating himself so his vulnerable side would remain unknown. A couple of days later he would come back to his usual self, as if nothing happened. Everyone was used to this rare occurence, respecting his space and his choices. After all, who were they to question master Geto's actions? But it always bothered you.
Whenever the sickening taste of curses would become overwhelming and his entire soul would feel like an abandoned landfill, Geto would try to find comfort and pleasure in distractions that could help him cope, keep him one step away from the edge until he would rebuild his strength again. Soon enough, such a distraction was the thought of you, or, to be more specific, the thought of things he would do to you. The idea of corrupting those innocent, honest eyes which trusted him too much. He was almost sure you've never been with a man before, and this detail only made the thought of tainting you with his touch even more pleasing. Geto's soul was damned to be the abyss that trapped curses while yours was so empty, so peaceful, so quiet. Perhaps this was the only thin string of common sense that held him back from unleashing all his urges upon you. If he did bring ruin to your serenity, what was left for him to cling to? Everything you knew about the world, about jujutsu, it was all throgh his lens. Your convictions, your ideals, your motivation they were all his. Your loyalty to him was unbreakable, but wasn't it really his merit? If he did, after all, choose to ravage the holy garden and taste the fruit, wouldn't it also destroy the unsullied image of him in your eyes?
These thoughts were harder to resist whenever you cluelessly insisted on being next to Geto even when he pushed you away. You were knocking at his locked door, telling him you prepared some tea.
The tea is fucking useless.
The real medicine for his nerves, for his fatigue, for his dark thoughts was you. Only you. He would drink all the tea in the world just to have you sitting next to him, talking about nothing in particular. Geto used to think that your relationship dynamic is unchangeable. He was playing god, building the world around you, while you cluelessly looked up to him, not guessing even a fraction of his thoughts or intentions. He was superior in every sense. Then why did he feel so vulnerable when you knocked on his door, spoke his name so respectfully? Why was it so hard for him to control himself, send you away like all the times before?
Maybe this was what addiction felt like. Or was that tea really poisonous? Alone in his dark room, only a dim light creeping in from outside, Geto realized that maybe the dynamic you had changed. He changed. You gave him small bites of your presence, quick sips of your warmth every day until he found himself addicted. How could he send you away when you were the last remedy he could use to cope?
"Geto-sama?" You asked again when no sound came from inside his room.
"Come in." His voice was languid, reverberating in your brain like a lustful invitation. No, he was feeling sick. You were too caught up in your own desires while he was having a hard time.
His room was dark, unlike the brightly lighted hallway. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the change, but the first thing you noticed was the mass of long hair shining in the dim light. It was so captivating how in the bright light of the sun it was a dark shade absorbing everything, while in the soft night light it was almost glimmering, so luscious and silky.
"I don't feel like drinking tea tonight." His voice filled the room, soft and vulnerable, and it almost made you think he was hurt. So you put down the tray on the floor, your eyes still unable to spot the table exactly, and hurried to his side, to the light coming in through the window.
"Are you alright, Geto-sama?" You asked, voice full of worry, as you placed a hand flat on his forehead. His hair was beautifully unkempt and you pushed some strands away to see his face better. But as soon as he raised his eyes to look at you a shiver ran down your spine and you took your hand away swiftly.
He successfully tricked you. Contrary to his frail voice and his lethargic posture on the bed, his eyes were sharp, full of energy and piercing right through you. You felt threatened, although it was the same Geto you admired and served, the same Geto who taught you how to fight curses, how to defend yourself. But how could you defend yourself from him?
"I'm sorry if my presence is not as neat as you're used to." He said. He was still wearing the usual kesa and you wondered how much of his identity really resided in the religious facade. You wanted to see past that.
"Are you in pain?" You asked. He looked like a wounded animal, one that could still do you harm even in this state.
"Yes." He said, but nothing about the way he looked at you seemed to signal that he was in need of help. Instead, he was luring you in.
"How does it feel?" You slowly approached him again and sat down by his side. His back was resting against the wall and he watched you with a certain amused look. How foolish could you be?
"Like you felt when you first came to me." Geto answered, his eyes glued to yours. "Only that all those curses are inside me."
"Is this why you helped me?"
It was painfully ironic how, despite of how smart he thought he was, you delivered the answer so effortlessly.
"For the most part, yeah." He admitted. The rest of the reason was blatantly reflected in his eyes that were eating you alive as he spoke.
"Let me help you." You breathed out, without thinking. There was no logical reasoning in your brain. You natutally felt it in your body that you had what he wanted and you wanted to give it to him. "If I could take only a fraction of your torment away it would be worth it."
"How would you do that?" He asked, noticing how you leaned in and your hand touched his in a seemingly platonic attempt to comfort. But there was nothing platonic about the way you looked at him.
"Show me how curses taste." You breathed out.
For a moment, Geto was taken by surprise by your bluntness. What if you really could feel the sickening taste of curses on his lips? Would it make you turn back in disgust? Would it shatter the perfect image he built for himself inside your mind?
You didn't give him any more time to think. You simply stood up in front of him and pulled at the hems of your shirt, taking it off. Geto's eyes followed your every move in the dark, noticing the round contour of your breasts and the white lace of your bra. All his focus, his control, was gone. He was looking at you wide eyed, his pupils devouring every inch of your body as your fingers unclasped the bra in the front. He felt his mouth water, a primal hunger sparking alive inside his soul when your tits bounced free as you discarded the bra on the floor. You were offering yourself to him like a tribute, like a sacrifice to the gods. His train of thought was broken off, all the confusion and tumult in his mind completely turned off by the feeling of your lips on top of his. For a moment he remained frozen, the shadow of doubt still lingering, waiting for you to break away in repulsion. But you didn't. Instead, you placed your hand on his cheek, pressing your body closer to his. It was the last hint he needed.
Geto's hungry lips moved along with yours, easily taking control. You moaned in discomfort when his body shifted, pressing you down on the bed in an uncomfortable position, his lips never breaking off from yours. The feeling of his weight on top of you, his hair falling over his shoulders, brushing against your skin felt oddly familiar and, while you struggled to find a more comfortable position under him, you realized it felt just like the times you would fight. It was the same tension, the same blood rushing in your veins in excitement, the same anticipation for what would come next. Except that now you were taking it one step further.
To Geto, right now, you had only one purpose. His pleasure. Altough his hands touched you greedily, your flesh kneaded under his palms so roughly yet so satisfying, and his mouth moved to your neck to suck and bite every spot he found, earning soft moans of pleasure from you, it was all for himself. He was drunk on the taste of you. So desperate to forget everything else, eager to taste only you on his lips, forever. Your flesh was so soft, so sweet, so addicting. You were soaking wet already by the time his tongue ran circles around your sensitive nipple, rubbing your thighs together under your skirt. Both your hands were buried in his hair, pushing it away from his face while he couldn't be bothered with anything else but your flesh. You could also feel it, how selfish, how insatiable he was. Your pleasure was only a fortunate side effect, a convenient occurance. Between soft whimpers and muffled sounds of sucking and licking on your skin, you realized that he didn't care. His chaotic movements, his bites that were getting deeper and deeper everytime he sank his teeth into the soft tissue of your breast, his uncontrollable groans as he devoured you, it was all for himself. You were no different than the curses he was swallowing for later use. He would eat you alive if he could.
By the time he had your skirt pulled up, your panties discarded somewhere in the dark, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of your thigh, it was too late. If there was a chance you could stop him before, check on him, try to get him to slow down a little, when his tongue first touched your wet and sensitive core it was already too late.
You gasped for air, your grip on his hair tightening as his tongue ran between your folds, running circles over your throbbing clit. He was eating you out with an aching thirst, sloppy and loudly, the only thing covering the dirty wet sounds of his tongue drenched in your juices being your own moans, significantly louder than before. He had your legs over his shoulders, his arms keeping your legs spread apart while his face was burried between them. He had you arching your back, dark strands of his hair falling from between your trembling fingers as his tongue dived inside you, his nose nuzzling up against your clit.
Your taste, your smell, your everything was numbing all his other senses, his mind blank, asleep, thoughtless. The only thing driving him, dictating every turn of his tongue, every press of his lips was the unquenchable thirst to eat you, consume you. Something inside his blood, his bones, his soul dictated that the pitch black abyss where he kept all the curses he ever swallowed could be obliterated by you.
"So sweet for me."
It didn't take much before his tongue got you close to the edge, your orgasm only a few touches away as your toes curled and your muscles tightened, although his arms kept your legs pushed apart. He didn't care at all if anyone heard your filthy moans or the sound of his name echoing from inside his room. You were loud enough, even louder than ever as you came, the peak of pleasure washing over you.
But soon, pleasure turned to pain as Geto kept the same hungry rhythm, continuing to eat you out with the same determination like he didn't even notice your orgasm.
"So fucking sweet."
He couldn't have missed it, his name reverberating in the silent room like a fervent prayer, your thighs tightening under his touch, your hands pulling at his hair. He didn't care. He was doing it for himself, eating you out for his own pleasure. Moreover, his effort only intesified as you fought to push him away. The more you struggled to get his face away from your overstimulated pussy, the faster his tongue moved. You cried out his name again, this time in pain, begging him to stop. You tried pushing your legs together, fighting to break free. Your hands tried pushing his head away. The back of your heels hit his back, your legs trying to force him away. You begged, implored him to stop as tears rolled down your face. But he had your hips tightly pressed on the mattress, arms forcing your thighs apart. Once again, you felt exactly like the the times he would train you. So easily defeated. So helpless.
"Ge-geto... sa-ah-ma." You begged between cries, your salty tears falling uncontrollably like the first day when you came to him. "No more... ple-please." He pushed one of your legs with his elbows, his palm pressing firmly on your lower belly, forcing your convulsions to stop.
"Shut up or I'll have you chained up." He found the time to growl, even the feeling of his breath against your painfully overstimulated clit making you cry out.
His warning meant nothing compared to your discomfort, but your second orgasm started building up shortly. Your struggle died down and your hands were pulling him closer again, nails digging into his shoulders. A wet pool of your fluids and his saliva mixed together was dripping off your skin on the sheets as your body shook again, more violently than the previous time. He seemed to have had enough, at least for the moment, because he let you go, your legs desperately pressed together as you rolled on your side, whole body trembling, heavy breathing, every cell of your body exploding with raw pleasure.
You didn't know for how much time you simply laid there, your mind hazy from the overstimulation, your body exhausted from both pleasure and pain. It could have been five minutes or as much as the whole night that had passed when you finally became aware of Geto's eyes fixed on your body.
But the thing that really made you snap out of your lifelessness was his voice calling out your name. Your own name, for the first time. Almost as if he learned it only after having your taste left on his lips.
"You're a blessing." Geto breathed out as the strain in his jaw was slowly creeping in. You didn't say anything in return. There was nothing to say to those intoxicated eyes. Those swollen lips still covered in your juices. His tongue ran over them, collecting the last remains of your juices. But the pain in his voice was gone. Although bewildered and curious, he seemed to have regained his energy, rediscovered a reason to live.
Your breath hitched when he leaned over you again, his lips offering soft kisses along your leg, upwards to your hips. He seemed more collected, more in control of his instincts as he put the minimal pressure on your skin with every kiss until he reached your lips again. Your hands pulled at his clothes, the desire to see him naked like he saw you taking over. He chuckled, giving in to your petty efforts.
"Please, Geto-sama." You said. "Let me satisfy your needs."
He smiled, that patronizing smile of satisfaction.
"You can try."
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#geto suguru#geto smut#geto suguru smut#jjk geto#jujustu kaisen#geto x reader#geto x you#geto x y/n#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto x you#geto suguru imagines#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen imagines
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idk but now that kyle finally asked reader to be his gf, what if they were just hanging out and stuff so then kyle leaves to go do something but ends up coming back and sees reader masturbating and theyre just like a total hot mess on his bed waiting for him… just a thought bc im feeling pretty freaky atm LOL i need kyle hes such a meanie
-❤️ anon
been a while.. :3
i’ve missed writing about mean kyle, so let’s do this! 😈
the fuck do you think you’re doing?
“hey, baby, i’m gonna get some snacks for movie night, okay?” kyle told you, cupping your plush cheeks and kissing your forehead.
“okay..” you respond, closing your eyes as he plants his lips on your temple. you watched as he walked away. his white wife beater hugging him perfectly, and the way his basketball shorts hung perfectly around his waist. you’d been so desperate for him the entire day, but still so shy to even say anything. despite all the change, that old, shy, innocent (y/n) was still down there.
he shut the bedroom door behind him as he waltzed out. you knew he’d be gone for a bit. he usually likes to cook something up for the two of you on movie nights, then have extra snacks on the side. what to do with all this time?
who’s to say you couldn’t rub one out real quick? if he didn’t catch you, no harm no foul, right?
and with that last thought, you sunk more into his bed, reaching your hand down your baggy pajama pants. you pushed one finger between your folds, already so slick from just the mere sight of kyle a few moments prior. you massage the bundle of nerves between the pudge of your pussy, then push your middle finger into your hole.
you sigh at the relief you’ve been craving for the past 4 hours. sure, it wasn’t as good as kyle’s fingers, but it got the job done.
you add another finger, speeding up to make this process go faster so kyle wouldn’t catch you. kyle’s rule was, and i quote: “if i ever catch your fucking your self without my permission, you’ll be in a world of hurt, you get me?”
and you did get him, you just didn’t want to burden him when he probably didn’t feel like it. besides, it’s movie night, and why would you ruin that?
you were on the edge, so caught up in the release you were about to get, that you didn’t hear the bedroom door swing open. so caught up in how good you felt that you didn’t hear him yelling at you.
“hey! what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
you yelped, scrambling up against the headboard, staring at kyle, horrified.
“who said you could do that, huh?” he spat, slowly walking over to you, his fists clenched.
“wait— i’m sorry! i didn’t want to bother you, and—” you were cut off by the painful sting in your scalp when he grabbed your hair, pulling your face up to his. “don’t be fucking stupid. get up, strip.”
you were quite terrified to say the least, so you quickly got up and stepped back away from your fuming boyfriend. you took off your t-shirt, then your pajama pants. you stood there, half naked, staring at him.
“why are you looking at me like you can’t understand english? i said strip.”
oh. he wanted you naked naked. okay. you brought the straps of your bra down, your perky tits bouncing out. you then pulled the pink cotton panties off your waist and kicked them to the side.
“you wanna get fucked so bad? then you’ll get fucked. lay down,” he ordered, pointing to the bed. you whined and climbed on the bed, laying down, vulnerable for him.
he tugged off his shirt, then took off his silky basketball shorts and threw them in a laundry basket along with his boxers.
“i think you’ve had enough prep, yeah? being greedy all alone in here, not even bothering to ask me. you know the rules, don’t cha?” he asked, smooshing your face together with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. “answer me, bitch.”
“yes! yes i remember! i’m sorry, ky— please!” then you felt a sharp pain against your face. “i don’t care if you’re sorry. you broke a rule, and now you’ll get punished. nothing has changed,” he forcefully explained before shoving his dick inside you. you cried out which turned into a long whine.
“aw, yeah? see? your fucking fingers can’t do this, only i can.” he reached his hand up and held your neck tightly, but not tight enough to stop your breathing. he pounded into you, harder and faster with each thrust.
“hah— ky! i’m gonna— you’re—” you tried to speak, but he was fucking you so good you couldn’t even form a sentence. “no you’re not. not until i do. you don’t deserve it.”
he slid his hand up, prying your mouth open more with his thumb, and with that a small fetching noise came from his throat before he spit in your mouth. “swallow,” he demanded, and you did.
each time his cock went back inside your cunt, it only pushed you more to the edge. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out, but then you heard a high pitched groan come out of kyle’s mouth and then a warm sensation shoot inside you. that did it for you and you hit your high, legs shaking, locking them around kyle’s waist to make them stop.
but he kept going.
“stop! stopstopstop! kyle— please, wait—” he covered your mouth with his hand to shut you up, which didn’t really work, but you stopped talking at least. “what’s wrong? can’t take it? this is what you’ve been so desperate for, right? so you will take it. shut up and take it.”
orgasm after orgasm, kyle finally let up and pulled out, but he hadn’t cum yet. he inched up near your face, took off his glasses, and shoved them on your face. lean leaned his head back, stroking his cock until he came all over your face, recreating the scene that happened at cartman’s house many moons ago.
he let out a guttural moan as he did so, sighing when he finally came down from his high.
“go..go clean up,” he slurred, flopping down next to you as you looked at him confused. “you’re not gonna help?”
“no. you’ve been a bad girl. besides, i cooked. that’s enough of caring for one night. and clean my glasses too!” he shouted after you as you walked into the bathroom connected to his room.
kyle always took care of you, but bad girls know how to take care of themselves, right?
#x reader#south park#south park x reader#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle broflovski x reader smut#mean!kyle broflovski#bully!kyle broflovski#degredation kink#eric cartman x reader#eric cartman#fanfic#south park smut#smut
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you look like an angel - Yandere!Columbina x reader
Melissa's : I don't like toxic relationships or yandere character, Still, I feel a slight yandere in Colombina, I mean, she's a jealous woman who definitely won't show it, And yes, definitely yandere. It won't actually cause you major physical harm but... she may still hurt you so she doesn't lose you... use translate, so I may miss mistakes from time to time...
Synopsis : You got tired of Columbina's jealous attitude and wanted to leave, so as a result... He gave you a small punishment
Warning(?): Nothing.
Columbina's voice echoed through the halls, you were sure you were getting closer to the room she was holding you in. Columbina was gentle and affectionate when you two first met, yet she became more jealous as time went on.
Her once 'cute' words were now like a knife (even though the tone of voice was the same) and you ended up fighting, just yelling ... No, columbina was calm, you were angry.
'Hm... Yes, but you are very close with Arlecchino' Columbina mumbled as if she wasn't listening to what you were saying. You frowned 'You introduced her to me!' Columbina went silent for a few seconds
'I wish I don't.' You sigh 'She's just a good woman-' she interrupts you 'Arlecchino? she's not a good person... She's just 'respectful' to you.' You rolled your eyes at the words.
This wasn't the first time and it wasn't the last. Two days ago, she was jealous of another harbinger named Childe flirting with you. 'I don't even like men!' Her subordinates backed away slightly as your angry voice echoed through the you two's bedroom
'Yes, but what if you start?' she said calmly, 'columbina don't talk nonsense-' columbina interrupted you like you always did 'stay in this room for two days, food will be provided but you're all alone thinking about what a bad lover you are... I hope I don't have to hurt you...' the last part was whispered. She said to herself in a low voice, her subordinates closed and locked the door on Columbina's orders.
Two days had passed, columbina opened the door 'Hi, have you thought about it?' she said calmly 'Yes, our relationship is shit! You know what, it's over!' You walked to the door to leave the room but she grabbed your wrist.
'you can't think properly - calm down' There was no sadness in her voice, let alone anger... There was no emotion, just calm, nothing else. 'I thought it through properly and my life is fine without you-'
But there was one thing you always ignored, she is a harbinger, she has the physical strength even if she doesn't want it, she pushed you in easily. 'You need to rest a little more... I suggest they buy you dessert... You're so aggressive... At this rate I'll have to hurt you.'
She held your throat tightly, her expression was calm even though she wasn't smiling, you were having trouble breathing but she suddenly let go of your throat 'but, if you really want to break up... I won't force you.'
She let you go, and even though you were nervous, you felt like you were hit on the head with something hard as you walked out the door of the house.
When you opened your eyes, you were in the room. Columbina was looking at a map while muttering something, 'What happened-' Columbina interrupted you, 'You tried to reach something from the top of the cabinet, but you were not tall enough, as a result, you used the nightstand as support, but you slipped and fell and hit your head.'
After explaining, she turned to you, 'You won't remember the last 4 months, but it's okay... I decided that we should take a trip together for you, to Sumeru, then to Fontaine, then maybe to Mondstadt to make it good for you,' she kissed you when she finished speaking.
What they said was a lie. She made you lose your memory, this was her plan B when she locked you in the room after the fight, if you wanted to leave she would make you lose your memory. All to avoid losing you.
So...she can continue being the 'good girlfriend'. And you love her...
#columbina#columbina x reader#genshin x reader#yandere!columbina x reader#genshin impact#genshin columbina#x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#columbina x you#fatui x reader#fatui harbingers x reader#fatui x you#fatui harbingers
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Strength and honour.
#reaper ash#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#gladiator#the hunger games#are you not entertained#are you gonna punish me now#the one major loss in the film is that they didn’t give reaper his gladiator cape#this is what I thought of when he said are you going to punish me now#parallels are paralleling so hard
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#can i be petty for a second#it really bothers me when someone compares 911 to spn#like the memes are fine and all i’ve laughed at them too but#seriously comparing the two doesn’t sit well with me#because i was there gandalf i watched spn from 2011 to 2015#i wasn’t actively part of the fandom but i was obsessed#i saw it all i saw the way the creators treated the fans#i didn’t even ship destiel but i fucking saw misha collins be the biggest fucking troll there has ever been#he made shipping jokes he said something that made the fans go crazy that wasn’t even true#it happened on the show too#they kept joking about it like the show is full of haha they think you are gay jokes#i saw the creators basically punish the fandom just because most of us happened to be women#and they seriously thought they were making a manly show for manly men#so yeah just#don’t ever actually compare supernatural to 911 in front of me#like#jensen ackles fucking wishes he was anything like oliver stark#yeah i said what i said#okay rant over sorry i just had to be a hater for a second there#and actually#i don’t even mean this in a way that supernatural sucks but it has barely anything in common with 911
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ffxiv garlemald discourse is so funny because people will go "ugh people just cant stand it when things aren't black and white" and then you look at how the empire are portrayed in stormblood and shadowbringers and its like hm. that seems like a pretty intense and accurate display of violent imperialism to me! Wow I wonder why people in this day and age may find it hard to feel sympathy for them or even hate them on principal. god its such a mystery.
the games like 50/50 to me on how it tackles these themes because I actually like the garlemald arc in EW, I think it has a lot of horrific and powerful scenes depicting how self destructive fascist propaganda and beliefs are, but I also think it doesn't go far enough on some fronts. the garleans' xenophobia is most notably and obstacle to getting them to accept the contingent's help, which is what they're there to do,
but there's never an admission of harm from any garleans on the uuuuuuuuh massive amount of war crimes the nations around them are still suffering from they're just kind of like "we misjudged you...but you actually wanted to help us all along" like yeah thats great now can we get you all some deprogramming because you keep talking about returning to your prime and glory days and I think we need to unpack some stuff you really SHOULDNT return to. im not even really talking about EW proper but the patches where things are a bit more chilled out and people are recovering.
It feels like they wanted to have their critique of imperialism and also have things end with the beauty of human connection and reaching out and these things just don't mesh well because hey a lot of your modern day audience is not gonna like having to treat people yelling xenophobic things at the cast and your character with kid gloves after you showed them hours and hours of the awful things these people's beliefs have done. especially in the present day hoo boy.
#im kind of torn between 'no characters dont need to be 'punished' to be redeemed but also the characters just being so lenient with the#colonizers after we see far too many people being lenient if not supportive of the colonizers irl. well. it really blows afslkjfalkf and#yeah you can argue if they'd gone through with the garlemald expansion they would've had more time to go into this but the fact is that its#absent from what they did do and I especially think the patches when we go to garlemald and the EW role quests going 'hey maybe the#provinces can help us rebuild' as if they'd have any goddamn right to ask that just make me feel like they didnt stick the landing#seeing all the characters who have suffering time and time again bc of the garleans or seen the results of their actions having to clamp#their mouths shut every time someone said something xenophobic in EW isnt satisfying and it leaves so much unsaid!#also some people feel like the narrative didnt blame emet enough but ngl I think thats reductive even with his micromanaging scheming littl#ass and the intention of garlemald turning out a shitshow that doesnt make anyone else less complicit. most governments like this exaggerat#and lie and spread propaganda but I dont think most people here excuse the actions of a bigot because 'they were raised that way'#this is also my issue with gaius' writing. hes primarily upset that ascians were behind what he thought was his good old fashioned natural#conquering ideology :( and doesnt it suck so much he killed people for it. like yeah he seems pretty aware what he did was wrong but his#ideology remains bizarrely intact and unchallenged by the characters around him. no dude it wasnt just the ascians the system is a lot more#complex than that by this point aaaaaugh#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#siren says#I hope people are nice to me about this I dont think I said anything particularly controversial to the Tumblr crowd (twt maybe but fuck em)#ig my main point with this post is that the game isnt perfect at writing this and also that look. I actually liked the main arc in EW and I#like quite a few garlean characters but I completely understand why others didnt like it or any garleans esp if they have their own persona#experiences with colonialism and I dont get to tell them they're invalid for that. too many people get judgmental about this understandably#upsetting topic and you just gotta accept that this is a big line for many people
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Thinking about the disturbing implications of Cain's story and destiny from the Bible rn
#cw religion#no because like. cain didn't come out of the womb throwing rocks; how did he even think that it was healthy to stone his brother? it leads#me to believe that potentially; he either saw the angel war going on in the sky and thought that those who stayed in heaven and were treated#well; even with the violence that happened (from what he had seen and potentially heard); were. well how to say it. their actions were#normal. god created everything; and can think anything as normal. or he saw his parents fighting. i refuse to believe that adam and eve were#one of those healthy couples; even after the biting of the apple and getting kicked out of the garden of eden. i fear that cain and abel saw#the two fighting; potentially even going as far as to threaten each other with stones; and when the two excused it; the kids thought of it#as normal. keep in mind: violence is not born out of nowhere unless you're god; violence is taught; seen; heard of. it didn't make it any#better that there seemed to be no other people outside of the family yet that could tell them that that behaviour was wrong. so imagine#cain's shock upon seeing his brother not breathing. the shock that he murdered him. the shock that the threats that his parents did to each#other or that the angel war happening; were not normal. his brother was dead now. of course he had to lie when god came by. he quite surely#felt panicked to the point that he accidentally made a comeback to god. how could he not? he was a kid. they both were. and he felt regret.#he felt remorse. he felt anger to himself. and yet; god punished him. cain thought it was fair; because he killed his brother. but after a#while; it didn't seem fair. as he grew up; he thought that god telling him that he would be cursed to spend eternity roaming around the#earth would only last for until he was in his 30s. mortality rates were quite surely high back then; so he naturally thought that what god#said was metaphorical. because caine felt that way. that his remorse and anger and pain would roam eternally on earth. but after his#partner; and his children; and his grandchildren; and his great-grandchildren died; it didn't seem to be fair anymore. he wanted to die. he#had witnessed and felt everything: the flood; the crossing of the sea; the plagues; the goddamned everything. he still felt pain. he knew#why he was cursed; but he felt like what god did; was just plain cruel. he felt as though purgatory and getting juried out to see if you#were getting sent to hell or to heaven; was much more simplier; and had less pain; than dealing with the fact that you were now just a#walking body. something that used to be a person. something that should've been dead a long time ago. and yet. he was still alive. he just#wanted it to end. he knew what he did was wrong. but he just wanted to go back home. he wanted to start from scratch and be protective of#his brother and run away from god's view. but he couldn't now. he was cursed. he is now just a legend. a myth. a terror tale amongst the#folks in several towns that swear that they had seen him amongst the shadow. he must've been. after all; he looked ghastly enough to have a#tale or two written about him. ...would cain go near jesus? to ask him to please grant him mercy from this thing that he had now become?#or would he frightened? fearing that jesus would be as cruel as his god? obviously caine would be worried. jesus is supposed to be god's#child after all... i don't know it's just he reminds me of twilight sparkle and i just had to write this down-#cw corpse#spideygal#spideygal oc
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Honestly I don't think I'm qualified to make this post, I just don't know if I can make coherent enough words man. But the thoughts are in there and I will try to articulate them. This is probably going to be mostly images though.
anyway yeah KABRU POST.
A couple nights ago (at approximately 2:30am, lasting a little over half an hour) I had a bit of a moment about Kabru. That, too, was mostly images- most of what you see in this more concise post were presented then as well. I think my main points of the "moment" were about Kabru's trauma + self hatred, his autism and/or general otherness, and also a little labru if you'd like..
I think something easy to start with is I wanna point out Kabru's constant back and forth and conflicting opinions of demihumans and how, I believe, thats a reflection of how he goes back and forth on what he believes his purpose of living is- and the general worth of his own life. I've said it before and i've just kinda shown it in images; Kabru is "i think im a monster and it disgusts me" where Laios is "I know im a human and it disgusts me" (i could go more into the latter on another post)
the above are both from the world bible, with the left being from the section on kobolds and the right being from the section on Kuro specifically.
Utaya was very near to the desert where most of the kobold population is, this is likely why Kabru is able to speak Kuro's language- he grew up around demihumans. (chapter 48 cover, kobold chapter in the world bible) I won't try to speak for how his mother or the rest of utaya felt about the kobolds but I can say that Kabru was very much othered as a child, as was his mother, purely for the way her son's (kabru) eyes looked.
I feel like its fair enough to say that both kabru and the kobolds were othered, and possibly for similar reasons (villager's seeing them as nonhuman, as monsters) and the fact that Kabru learned their language probably didn't help his case. I think his perception of kobolds (and all demihumans, subsequently himself, as he probably still views himself as nonhuman or not human enough.. deep down) was damaged by the Utaya incident.
at 2:30am when I first started this ramble my main comment was that "had the utaya incident not happened kabru would have little reason to feel ashamed for his connection to monsters. and may have ended up similar to laios in that he couldve had otherkin swag" which is just a sort of silly way of saying Kabru could've learned to love the thought that he is possibly nonhuman or at least not hated himself so much for it.
in the original ramble I said, and quote, "he has been STALKING laios. laios is his hyperfixation to learn how he can ever be loved. he keeps going back and forth so harshly on wether or not he wants to kill Laios and he clearly sees his survival from utaya not as an unfortunate trauma [*] but as a necessary, deserved fate. a punishment for his mother's witchy sins, and for his sin of being non-human. to atone for it all, to apologize for being alive, he tries to better the lives of all humanity. He was set on his way to dethrone the governor of the island . do you understand? im going insane"
*i also said somethings about the way he processes other people's traumas and not his own. He's able to understand and even help some people, but he struggles to process his own issues and see himself as worthy of love and life.
^some examples of Kabru being understanding of or helping others who have suffered greatly.
I think its also worth mentioning that with Rin (called "Lynn" in that translation) he says "I wish there was a way to get her out of this" though he's insisted and pushed for himself to go into a dungeon;
In chapter 94, Mithrun says "The desire I had left wasn't revenge. All I wanted.. was for it to finish devouring me." and I don't feel like it's a stretch to say Kabru was in a similar situation. Mithrun sought out the demon with no plan on how to kill something like that because deep down he wanted it to end his (Mithrun's) own life, to finish the trauma it caused and kill him. I think Kabru went into the dungeon in part with the hopes that it'd kill him. That the same thing that destroyed Utaya and caused him so much trauma would just.. finish him.
I just think Kabru is a beautifully complex character, I have a lotta thoughts on him and I don't see nearly as many analysis posts for him than I do Laios (despite labru being such a popular ship)
there is no tldr for this post idk how to summarize it. do what you will with this collection of images. have fun. go crazy
fun fact the woman in the bottom left corner is his mother, she is labeled here as "witch"
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#kabru#kabru dungeon meshi#kabios#labru#yeah its a long post i dont care. read it#also i only mentioned it briefly but i do think kabru is autistic .#yk that post thats like 'no im not autistic i know all the social cues etc etc etc. hey wait a minute' yeah. that#ok whatever. starts making another laios post
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