#It's been over a month and it's still fucking me up mentally so BAD
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ezrazwrldz Ā· 7 hours ago
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vent. i may have yapped. deleting later.
i genuinely thought i was doing better. but bpd has to come in and take all that away from me. all iā€™ve got that iā€™m clinging on to is the fact iā€™m 3 months self harm free. other than that, iā€™m an emotional, unstable wreck.
my friends think iā€™m a fucking psychopath. iā€™m deranged and i see things that arenā€™t there. i leave nothing but a path of destruction wherever i walk. i absolutely wreck everything i touch. i hear things that donā€™t exist, i see my fucking dad in every brown haired older man that walks past. i always panic for a moment, thinking itā€™s him. i missed out on my childhood because of that fucking dick. iā€™m 15, but i may as well be 50 with how fast iā€™ve been forced to mature. that man wrecked me. he fucking ruined my entire life. every traumatic experience has stemmed from what he did, at least a little. the bad people i got connected to and attached to were because i bonded to them through my trauma.
TW. DETAILED TRAUMA VENT RELATING TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND PEDOPHILIA AND SUICIDE AND GROOMING AND TRAUMADUMPING AND SELF HARM
my dad was a wife beater and alcoholic. i was as young as 4 when they broke up, but i has still seen everything. i donā€™t even fucking remember much of my childhood because of dissociation.
i do remember my 7th birthday, though.
we were in the car on the way home from my birthday party, and i was happy as anything. but, my mum and dad were in the same car, and that could never end well in a million years. they got into an argument, and my dad opened the car door and undid his seatbelt on the motorway, threatening to jump out and end his life right there, in front of me and my siblings. i screamed and cried and begged, resorting to screaming about it being the ā€˜worst birthday everā€™ to try and distract them both and hope my dad forgot about the attempt he intended to make. and, i donā€™t remember anything else. i literally only remember the moment i screamed ā€˜this is the worst birthday everā€™, and both my parents turned to me, my dad still stood there with the car door open and tried to convince me everything was fine. i knew better. i always knew better.
i remember when that man promised he would never leave me, but he forgot my birthday this year. there was a time when we didnā€™t talk for 4 years - only being forced back into each otherā€™s vicinity when my mum and stepdad got mad that i went to an after school homework club that i wasnā€™t meant to go to and made me pack my bags, driving me to his house convincing me they were going to make me live with him. that they didnā€™t want me anymore.
that night was my breaking point, and the first time i went to social services about my mum and stepdad, and they got involved, which ruined my relationship with my parent even more. my stepdad was threatening to move out, and asking if i could be sent to a mental hospital for treatment or a facility for troubled kids on weekends or whatever. i hated being at home. i preferred school but that was hell too. thatā€™s where i met her at 11 years old. iā€™m gonna refer to her as amy for privacy reasons. amy was a traumadumper. a REAL traumadumper, not just the tiktokified version of what a traumadumper is.
i, being the fucking idiot i am, became very close friends with amy. we bonded over similar trauma, and iā€™d try to talk to her about my problems as she said i could, but sheā€™d always turn it on herself. sheā€™d send me HORRIFIC self harm photos on snapchat, only to send me a ā€˜whoops!! trigger warning!!ā€™ after, as if it was all some stupid fucking joke. amy would also make up fake trauma story after fake trauma story, each one more disturbing than the last. but, i was obsessed with her. i loved her so, so much, so i was completely blind to how poorly this girl was treating me. i loved her, and i wanted to save her. to save her from this ā€œhorrible lifeā€ that she had been through. eventually, she binned me off for trying to prevent someone from killing themself (which also turned out to be a joke as an attempt to bully me but thatā€™s another story)
a few weeks after amy, i met one of my groomers. real sweetheart he was, pretending to be my age to sexually exploit me and using the fact iā€™m mentally unstable to take advantage of me. he was my world when i thought he was my friend. he meant everything to me. and, in classic bpd fashion, he became my FP. just like amy had previously.
so, when my parents found out and took him away from me, i fought tooth and nail to get him back, completely in denial, no matter what my parents or the literal police told me.
when the police decided to ā€œtake actionā€, they said they couldnā€™t do anything due to only having his discord and email. the problem? this fucking guy has my address and school. and heā€™s still out there. i mean, itā€™s been a long time now, but i still get nightmares and live in fear.
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tarakau Ā· 2 years ago
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shima-draws Ā· 6 months ago
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Been having a rough couple of days. Send me asks?
#Long story short: Iā€™m quitting my job! Yippee!! šŸŽ‰#Donā€™t wanna get TOO into it but Iā€™m so fucking tired of being treated like shit and getting blamed for things completely out of my control#Iā€™m done. Iā€™ve BEEN done for months at this point#And now itā€™s at the point where my boss doesnā€™t think Iā€™m doing my job right bc she keeps finding issues that again. Arenā€™t my fault#Iā€™m sorry I canā€™t control everything for you! I donā€™t have that kind of power! I canā€™t make things magically happen the way you want!!#My other coworkers have been undergoing the same bullshit treatment so I know Iā€™m not alone#But yeah Iā€™m getting the hell out of dodge. My mental health has been sooooooo bad lately#I cannae. Iā€™m going to end up dead in a ditch at this rate#Had the WORST panic attack of my life yesterday and my mom and I were both like. Yeah. Itā€™s time for you to leave#Have fun running the department without me! Bye!! :)))))#Shima speaks#Vent#Anyway Iā€™m a goddamn mess. Sorry. Lol!#Iā€™m dreading going back to work on Monday I would literally rather claw my own eyeballs out#It SUCKS bc I know none of this is my fault but I still feel like shit anyway.#And I WANT to draw bc itā€™s the one thing that makes me happy but I just#Canā€™t. Right now. Iā€™m not in a good emotional state#It feels like physical torture to sit down at my desk and put my pen to my tablet#Slams my head into the wall#Iā€™m soooo tired girlies. Iā€™m so over it#Anyway. Send me asks. Keep me company while I try not to have another breakdown. Tee hee <3
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im2tired4usernames Ā· 6 months ago
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Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die
#i cant even shes just so dangerously stupid#she thinks energy drinks with natural caffeine are safe to give people who have been told by doctor doing take caffeine with thia meds#ahe thinks of a child is CHOCKING to lie them face down n rub their back#she has the evangelical woman voice worse then women I've met n that cult ahe giggles constantly and behaves like the stereotype lil german#boy just got a lollipop over.... everyone and everything whe acts likw an 11 year old I just got the first boyfriend and all they could talk#is how perfect their boyfriend is and they're so pretty good for that I pulled a boyfriend is and it's like a God thing that they met how#SOOOOOOOOOO in love while constantly nonstop touching ahe has to be touching him her hand on his thigh her atm linked with his her heaf on#his chest she has to be in her lap they make out all over the place IT'S DISGUSTING AND EMBARRASSING STOP SWAPPING SPIT#she started a i. hwr words 'love diary of their love journey' they hadn't been dateing 2 months her kids are spoiled fake Instagram bitches#with such shitty views on politics SHE'S A TRUMP FAN GIRL SHENLOVES TRUMP MY DAD BROUGHT IN A TRUMPIE#there's so much i cant even say because even admitting it on tumblr is too embarrassing i wanted.to.likw her i liked her the first day but#THE MORE I GET TO KNOW GET THE MORE N MORE N MISS RED FKAGS#she threw away all my siblings clothes school books toys uniforms for sports their in toys i bought them that week make up jewelry#in the disguise of helping clean house#while i was at the hospital the kids call me in tears i call her beg her to wait and nope.ahe didn't i found the bags by the curb i brought#my dad sided with hwr because 'she didn't mean any harm she didn't know sje was throwing them away'#my mom hasn't bsen dead a year he started dating right after ahe died#hes talking about marrying this woman this woman who has never had an honest educated thought once in her life#WHO ASLO SPEMDA MONEY LIKE A DRUNKEN SAILOR AHE CAME FROM A WITCH FAMILY HER LAST TWO HUSBANDA WERE TOUCH SHE HAS NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE COMMON#SHE SPENDS LIKE SHE STILL HAS MONEY WHEN SHE DOSE NOT AND IT'S LIKE YOU DID NOT JUST SPEND OVER 180 DOLLARS N PASTRIES GOD#SHES SO FUCKIN STUPID AND EVERY HOLIDAY SINCE MY MOM DIED WVERY FAMILY GWT TOGETHER BECAUSE WE DON'T TALK OR.DO ANYTHING WITH MOM'S SIDE#OF THE FAMILY ANYMORE SHE'S THERE EVERY WINGLE MOTHER FUCKIN WEEKEND SHES HERE I'M EXHAUSTED SHES PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY DRAINING TO BE ARO#OUND SHES LIKE IF SOMEONE TOOK A GOLDEN RETRIEVER ON A DIET OF JUST FUCKIN COCAINE LITTLE GERMAN BOY WITH LOLLY AND CRUELLA DEVILLE AND FUSE#THEN TOOK A STRAW AND DRANK ALL THE SMARTS OUT OF THAT BEING#UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGH MY DADS GOIN TO NARRY RHIA BITCH SHES GOIN TO TRY TO BE A MOTHER TO ME AND MY SIBLINGS AND THEY'RE GOIN TO#be so fucked up because her kids are not ok SHE FUCKED THEM OVER BAD SHE HAS FOUR KIDS ALL ADULTS THEY'RE JUST WOW#I HATE MY LIFE I HATE WHAY FUTURE MY FAMILY IS GOIN TO BE THE GOOD THINGS IS I WON'T HAVE TO STAY I CAN GO N MAKE A NEW ONE WITH MY WIFE#FOR ME BUT MY SIBLINGS ARE FUCKED AND ANYTIME I WANT TO VISIT MY FAMILY YANDERE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BITCH WILL BE THERE WORMING HWR WAY IN#SHES CONSTANTLY CALLING N TEXTING MY DAD NONSTOP OF SHE'S NOT NEXT TO HIM AND IF HE CAN'T RESPOND INSTANT SHE FREAKS OUT N BUGS ME
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our-lady-of-mcr Ā· 7 months ago
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everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn
#self#for instance.....my mom wants me to cut off everyone who is still tied to the school#and im so mad at myself for feeling a certain type of way when the campus manager called me not too long ago basically to tell me she doesnt#trust the girl who did this shit and she wasnt mad at me but was also mad at me for bringing her to her dads house#for reference we were trying to get a cat from the campus managers dads house LMFAO#and i honestly cannot wait to speak to her again and be like šŸ˜” god dammit you were right like you were every single time#i just dont understand the wiring in her head to think the shit she says and does to people is normal and okay and how she doesnt realize it#is literally a mental health break. when i finally told my mom the first thing she said was shes probably off her medication#which.....probably isnt wrong sadly coming from someone who has borderline and very easily can lose it#but the difference is i dont give in to the urges to try to hurt everyone around me in every way i can#and me and her have said before that we thought she might also have borderline because we were very similar#but god damn does she love proving that if she has it its extremely severe or its something else entirely#on an honest note. shes incredibly narcissistic and i know her mom is part of the reason shes that way bc she was given princess treatment#her entire fucking life and then doesnt understand when other people dont treat her the same way#i hate rambling about this and i hate it that it is bothering me so fucking bad but like ???#if youre going to decide that you can put our past aside period and move on then fucking do that and stop bringing the past up as a way to#hurt me and the people around you???? she acts like shes not done horrible fucking things to people. so sorry i wrote a letter that was very#honest at the time. so sorry that when you found out i apologized for it and said i regret it because 2 weeks after my apology i no longer#regret writing it. if its making school a living hell for you....theres probably a reason for that girlfriend#i am not the person who put that shit in your folder#though i seriously fucking doubt its actually in her folder shes probably assuming it is#and youre the one who made a complete ass of yourself to every educator that ever stepped foot in that building#that has nothing to do with me that you are a literal warning given to every new educator!!!! i havent even been in school there in months#yet IM the problem??? how am i the problem when i graduated in fucking january???? everything since then falls on you#AND YET AGAIN! MIGHT I MENTION! IT IS NOT JUST MY LETTER!!! THERES AT LEAST 2 OTHER ONES!!!!!#BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONLY PERSON SHE DOES THIS SHIT TO!!!!#god sometimes i sit back and realize that theres a reason she regresses as a person and i do not#im not going to sit still anymore and let someone walk all over me and she can thank herself for that#shes who taught me that blocking and running as fast as i can doesnt fix anything#so here we are bitch. youre not blocked and im sure youre sitting at home thinking about how youre right about everything
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leviiackrman Ā· 1 year ago
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Me: I wanna be productive so bad! I wanna finish my drawings!!
Illness: how about barf up a lung?
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mademoisellesarcasme Ā· 1 year ago
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due to some of my life's current circumstances (income below the operating expenses of the household and has been such for a couple months) I have been taking advantage of some local programs to assist with things like Having Food In the House and I have to say I am rather frustrated by the fact that a "healthy foods program" still insists that low-fat dairies are Healthier than full-fat and was deeply lacking in actual produce, frozen or otherwise
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planetsage Ā· 4 months ago
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FHUCK MEEEE i need like semi-public sex with dom!choso heā€™s like on my mind 24/7 uhm
NEW PIN ! ź’° šŸŖ“ PUT THAT PUSSY ON MEš–§§Ėšā‹†ŹšÉž ā”€ā”€ choso kamo šœ—šœš
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contains. 2k words + nsfw so, minors do not interact. f!reader, dom!cho, boxer!cho, established relationship, blood, sweat, semi public sex, locker room sex, f rec oral, a little ass eating (if you squint), spit, hair pulling, dirty talk, breeding, overstim, creampie, biting, cum eating.
all big-time boxers practice abstinence for at least a week before their fights; an age-old tradition thatā€™s been torched down from talent to talent said to preserve testosterone, aggression, and most importantly, the drive to win.
it makes sense. not only on the physical side of things, but mentally. discipline ā€” ā€œif a player canā€™t handle a month or 20 days without having relations, then heā€™s not really ready to be a professional.ā€
although choso knew of this prior to becoming a fighter, his coach never actually brought it up to him until you were sat with big child-like eyes, pupils dilated as if trying to drink in every little detail, watching your amateur boyfriend practice for the first time.
it felt like a world of its own with choso sitting atop it on a blood-stained throne. the smell of leather and sweat suffused through the large dome-shaped gym, dull thuds and thumps of fists hitting bags, feet screeching sounding over music.
shirtless, chosoā€™s muscles pumped and flexed as glossy sweat trickled down his temples, merging into rivulets that traced the contours of his face before dripping off his chin and down, down, down his battered body; each quick movement sent salty droplets flying, making dark, little circular marks on the mat.
his arms and core clenched, causing his thick biceps to swell, veins prominent beneath flushed skin like flowing riverbeds; his abs rippling with every rapid punch. the rigid meat of his heavy thighs bulged through black nylon shorts as he hopped around fluidly. dancing. it was truly hypnotic.
about halfway into his practice, you found yourself slightly tilting your head to the side in confusion as his coach moved to point at you.
me?
choso seemed annoyed, running a taped hand through his sweat-ridden hair. then he nodded before they both dispersed to start another round of sparring.
ā€œhe said i canā€™t fuck you anymoreā€
chosoā€™s wet body clung tightly to your previously dry one, making a sticky connection as he squirted a stream of electrolyte-mixed water from a bottle he clutched with thick hands into his scarred mouth. his usually pink lips were a little red. swollen and plumped, making them jut out, begging to be kissed by your softer ones.
and he was exhausted, visibly. his body sagging when he practically mounted you as soon as he finished practicing, the musky, almost primal scent emitting from him filling your senses in a heady wave as he whined and pouted over his coachā€™s orders when you asked what had been said earlier, handing him a fresh towel.
ā€œhe went full authoritarian on me,ā€ he roughly scrubbed his flushed face with the cloth before dragging it over and around his arms, then abs letting the cotton soak up his sweat, ā€œsaid we canā€™t do anything ā€¦ its so stupid, iā€™ve done research on it, yā€™know. itā€™s a mythā€
he rambled on and on, his voice soaked in frustration, bringing up the hundreds of articles he scoured. the way he animatedly swung his arms around, bloodied lip, and still damp with sweat, made you giggle.
you leaned in to gently press a kiss to the corner of his lips. ā€œhey, itā€™s okay,ā€ you hummed soothingly, contrasting his outburst, ā€œitā€™s only just before a fight. it canā€™t be that bad, right?ā€
and it wouldnā€™t be.
if chosoā€™s feelings for you didnā€™t border obsession. he physically canā€™t go over a day without stuffing your pussy full of his gooey cum and heā€™d be dammed if some dumb ā€˜traditionā€™ that lacked the backing of science stopped him from fucking his pretty girl.
so here you are. embarrassingly parting your sticky folds with meek fingers, revealing your glossy pussy to eager, purpled eyes in the dim back corner of a stuffy locker room.
approximately ā€¦ thirty seven minutes until chosoā€™s fight.
after a verbal beating from his coach, he was, unwillingly, forced to abstain; forced to spend weeks on edge around you, to not so much as brush a finger against your soft skin because heā€™d get hard and shoot out hot cum untouched. and he was so close to being successful, too, but he swore heā€™d lose with how full and heavy his fat balls felt, nudging you into the locker room with empty promises of being ā€œso quickā€.
ā€œjust need ta taste my baby first,ā€ his voice came out in a heavy whisper as he licked up the fat of your inner thighs, the cooled air of the cramped room circulating and brushing against your achy clit making you flinch, ā€œpoor thing .. you missed me too, hm? missed my mouth, pretty?ā€
ā€œchoso hurā€”ā€
ā€œshh. ā€˜m not talkinā€™ ta you ā€˜m talkinā€™ ta her,ā€ he was undividedly staring at your pussy as if trying to commit the filthy imagine of it leaking, clenching around nothing to memory before he rubbed the tip of his flushed nose against your pretty clit, nuzzling into that addictive scent he had been yearning for for what felt like decades.
that said, he was still taking his sweet time.
pressing almost petty pecks to your sensitive thighs, humming out a singsongy ā€˜aaahhā€™ before biting into them, leaving fresh pretty marks now that all the old ones have faded. fidgeting on his knees, probably bruising them as he drug his pudgy bulge against the tiled floor until heā€™s finally, finally moving to lick a long, slow stripe up your pussy, making your hips sputter and buck up against his face.
heā€™s so loud and messy.
eating you like heā€™s been starved because, well, technically, he has, ā€œmmmmmm tasā€™ so fuckinā€™ good baby. missedā€” mmhhm havinā€™ you on my tongueā€
cradling your clit with his puffy lips to firmly suck up and drool back out. viscous spit slips out from your pussy, leaving the bench all wet and sticky, so he pauses. because itā€™s rude to leave messes, shifting his attention from your sloppy hole to drag his tongue on the cold metal bench and clean it all up. the wet muscle brushing, slipping past your ass, making you yelp.
ā€œchoso pleaseā€” hurā€” hurry. youā€™re gonna be lateā€ with balled fists you push against his head, musing his inky black hair and if it had been under any other circumstances, he wouldā€™ve punished you for interrupting his meal. but he was going to be late, twenty three more minutes and god knows how many rounds itā€™s gonna take to empty his balls, so he lets you glide all over the thin ice.
just this once.
ā€œfuck, baby, let me fuck that pussy from the frontā€ choso stands up to shove his now tight shorts down to his ankles, his cock springing out, eagerly slapping against his stomach as precum dribbles onto his chest. ā€œalways cum so fast when mā€™ lookinā€™ at that pretty faceā€
he wraps his hand around his shaft to move and press his chubby tip against your little hole, scribbling all over it with a hum before leaning to spit a fat bubbly glob onto your needy pussy.
a pretty whine escapes you as you softly lift up your hips begging him to just slip it in, ā€œquit actin so needy, ā€˜m riiighht hereā€ dragging out his words, he sloowwwly lets his cockhead sink past your folds, whining at how fucking tight you are.
he missed his pretty pussy so much. so, so much.
ā€œfuck, ā€˜s so bigā€ itā€™s been a while since youā€™ve felt the stretch of his cock molding your walls to fit him making tears swell and clump up in your curled lashes as you fling your arms around the slope of his shoulders before youā€™re shoving your face into the side of his warmed neck.
but he said he needs to see that pretty face, so heā€™s quickly moving to grab a fist full of your hair, roughly pulling you back by your scalp as you squeal, your mouth falling open to let in and out deep shaky breaths, ā€œlook at meā€
and he holds you there, forcing you to stare into his darkened eyes as he fully bottoms out to bully his plump, heavy cock up into you. giving you the messiest, most feral strokes. losing his mind in your pretty pussy, already twitching inside you, spilling out pearls of precum that kiss your spongy g spot.
you canā€™t even moan. just weakly whimpering out broken cries of his name, ā€soā€” chā€” cho sssoā€ as he drags his cock against your gooey walls, his left hand thumbing at your sensitive clit sparking big tears to slip down your cheeks, your eyes hazing over, starting to slip up .. and go back just a little revealing porcelain white, then a little mor-
ā€œi said fuckinā€™ look at meā€
he jerks your head around like some doll; again, forcing you to stare up at him as he knocks the wind out of you with every snap of his waist. and he looks dazed. his hair is messy, mussed, and tossed to his shoulders as sweat catches a few strands to curl up and stick to his temples. heā€™s almost pink, flushed with so much fever, fucking into your sloppy pussy as he growls, ā€œtheeeree you go. ā€˜m so close, babyā€” shit. want me to fill that pretty pussy, huh? want me toā€” fuuuckk pump you full of my cum? hm?ā€
but his feral growls start to turn into pretty little saccharine whimpers as he gets closer and closer, sputtering his rose-skinned hips, ā€œyeah cho. give it to meā€” haaa mmm, wanā€™ it all. fill me upā€
ā€œyou wanā€™ it all?ā€ his grip on your hair grows tighter, vice-like, as he mocks your needy little tone with a breathy chuckle, ā€œwant me to fuck a baby into you, yeah? knock you up then go knock that fucker out?ā€
bobbing up and down dumbly, you nod, his words stringing in one ear and quickly out the other because itā€™s just so fuckinā€™ good.
heā€™s pulling you closer, closer, and closer to that edge he loves to dangle you over. ā€œchoso ā€˜m gonnaā€”ā€
ā€œi know, mama. can feel it. keep lookinā€™ at me. give it to meā€
with a whimper of his name, your knees crash into each other, your toes curling as white-hot pleasure strikes like thick bolts of lightning behind your eyes.
chosoā€™s pulling them back apart and you almost fall off the bench until heā€™s wrapping his thicker arms around your body to keep fucking into you, ā€œthereee you goo, mhm. look so pretty like that babyā€ talking you through it so sweetly as if heā€™s not overstimulating you. rewiring your brain.
ā€œshiā€” shit, baby fuckinā€™ milkinā€™ me .. gonnaā€” ā€˜m gonnaā€”ā€
groaning too loud, his hips stilled as he dumped the heavy buildup of cum into your more than welcoming pussy, his head slumping forward to bite into your shoulder and muffle himself.
heā€™s filling you up so well, shooting thick ropes into your pretty, satiny walls as he pulses and twitches inside you.
but heā€™s still so hard.
pulling out to wrap a hand around his cock, jerking himself off, roughly, it looks like it hurts, ā€œstick your, haah fuck, stick your fuckinā€™ tongue outā€ griping as his chest caves in and heaves until heā€™s spilling more hot cum onto your pretty fucked out face.
his head falls back, his body swaying slightly as he catches his breath, his muscles relaxing with a heavy sigh until he leans back down to lick up his sticky mess, making you buzz with warmth, twitching at the feeling of his warm tongue. ā€œhhnnggā€” choso you have to gooā€
oh yeah.
he hums, a smile tugging at his lips against your skin before he reluctantly pulls back, moving to draw up his shorts, ā€œalmost forgot about that,ā€ he grabs a handful of his messed hair to pull back up into his trademark buns, ā€œiā€™ll be quick, baby. still got the taste of my good luck charm on my tongueā€
not even an hour later, before you can completely clean yourself off and find your bearings, a deafening lion-like roar surges from the full crowd piercing through the thick walls of the locker room. your head quirks up, and then you hurriedly push through the door, almost jogging into the arena.
there he is.
in the center of it all looming over his opponent. the referee pulls up chosoā€™s arm and again; the crowd erupts as the other poor soul winces, crimson-faced, red gloves covering their bloodied expression.
amidst it all, chosoā€™s eyes find yours. heā€™s licking at the corner of his lips with a knowing smirk.
all big-time boxers practice abstinence for at least a week before their fights; all expect the biggest rising rookie choso kamo.
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mingisaddctn Ā· 1 year ago
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mind over matter | s.mg
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Pairing:Ā best friend!mingi x reader Genre: [+18]Ā smut w/o plot Warnings:Ā jussss smut, enjoy a/n: first fic on this blog yay
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the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad.
I mean, you always knew that your best friend was hot ā€” you had eyes, for god's sake! ā€” but holy shit.
it started when you ran out of cat food. you were an attentive cat owner, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, you had the worst week for your mental state. exams after exams, studying 'till the library basically had to kick you out and group projects with lazy people... so that's how it ended up with your cat screaming at the top of their lungs and waking you up from your power nap.
mingi happened to be around because, guess what, you also forgot about your plans to watch that new anime that he rambled all about for the past month, and truly, you wanted to be able to enjoy some quality time with him, but you fell asleep as quick as his cursor pressed play on the screen, the warmth that irradiated from both inside his hoodie that you were wearing to where your head laid on his shoulder was too cozy.
so when you got up to feed the cat, your heart dropped, and you saw the grocery list accumulating dust on top of the counter, the 'cat food' underlined three times. you looked outside the windows of your small apartment and saw that the simple drizzle from before now turned into a full on storm, and all you could do was lean onto the counter and bawl your eyes out.
mingi was startled but tried to comfort you somehow, not really sure of what he could do to help, and as you tried to tell him between hiccups and tears, he quickly grabbed his jacket and told you that he would be right back.
twenty minutes later, a full-on drenched mingi stood on the doorstep, chest heaving as he took off his shoes and the same jacket, now in a darker tone from the wetness. you stared back from your couch, as you were curled into the throw blankets, eyes widened.
you almost forgot about the cat food.
in your defense, it should be illegal the way his white tee clung to his abs so sinfully highlighting each of his muscles. and when he rose his arms to take off his cap and ran his fingers between wet strands of hair that framed his cheekbones, your eyes fixated on the way his sweats clung onto dear life to his v-line.
holy fuck. jesus christ. oh my god. whatever divinity that was out there.
"you okay?" he asked, as if he was expecting your answer and you shook your head, trying to escape the trance you found yourself in.
"what? why?"
"i asked if i could use your shower" he placed the single bag with the cat food on the counter as he tried not to wet your floor.
you can use me, for sure; you thought to yourself.
"yeah, yeah, go ahead" you nodded and he took his shirt off on the way to the bathroom.
you quickly jumped from the couch to feed the cat ā€” since that was the prime reason for all the ruckus. as you put the blocks of minced meat on the food bowl, you caught yourself fantasizing about it again.
how good he should be looking, as droplets of rain still lingered on his skin as he took of the sweatpants slowly, leaving only the boxers that perfectly held his firm thighs and secured hisā€”
meow, you looked down, to find that a block of meat fell beside the bowl and you took a deep breath. control yourself.
you blamed the ovulation. or maybe the fact that you haven't been sexually active in a while. or that movie that had hot scenes with your favorite actor... gosh you were a horny mess.
but your life has basically been all about your studies lately, and the stress was clouding your reasoning, making you feel like impulsive decisions were now worth a lot, and that's how you found yourself standing outside your bathroom door, idly looking at it with your hand raised, on the way to give it a knock.
the thing is, the moment you found the courage to do it, the door opened from the inside, and only mingi's torso popped out, in the middle of calling your name, but now confused that you were on the other side.
all that led to the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, with him only wearing a towel around his hips, not staring at each other as the silence overcame the storm from outside.
"so... you want to suck my dick...?" he simply repeated your words from minutes ago.
it would be comical if it wasn't so tragic.
"yes."
"are you feeling okay?" he asked.
"yes."
"'then... how should we do it?"
you took another sharp breath, your lungs almost failing you as your mind tried to disassociate from your body. leaving the bed to kneel in front of him, you kept your eyes focused on his face, his lips parted as his eyes were half-lidded. from all the years you'd known him, you knew that he was probably overthinking it and trying to figure out what was happening. but neither you could tell.
your fingers slid to the towel and as you were going to take it off, his hand flew to yours, holding it softly. he pulled you towards him in a swift movement and placed his palm on your cheek, nose now brushing against yours. soon after, you felt the plumpness of his lips onto yours.
"wait" he leaned back cautiously, as though any minor movement would startle you like a scared kitten. his eyes overthinking each and every detail. "I want to kiss you first."
and as if you were waiting for that to snap, you grabbed his neck and pulled his face lower so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. his big hands fell to your hips and grabbed firmly, decided not to let you run away.
you kinda wondered before how good of a kisser mingi was, your friends joked around saying that it must be good since he has fat lips, but you usually kept those thoughts at bay, not really wanting to dive into your hidden desires. it wasn't like you, to explore and try new things. you became friends a long time ago, and when he earned that title, you felt like it would be too messy to see him as anything else.
but you weren't dumb, of course you'd noticed how a blush crept to his cheeks whenever you grabbed one of his hoodies, or how he would stutter when others teased him about you. he wasn't good at hiding things, and you weren't good at ignoring them.
one of his hands snuck to your neck and the pulled you closer, his breathing growing heavier to the point that you could hear a faint groan from his throat.
shit, you moaned.
he let go of your face and you leaned back, a little ashamed of the noise that escaped you, but mingi didn't seem to mind, in fact, his cheeks could be mistaken to a tomato. he shifted in his place and you noticed the tent in his pants. oh.
placing a final kiss on his cheek, you maintained eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees, hands falling to his covered member, feeling the warmth through the towel and earning a sharp gasp from him. licking your lips, you only broke the intense stare to undo the lousy knot, uncovering his lower body.
oh. OH.
how did he hide that monstrous thing all along?
"uh... pants, I guess..." he said almost in a whisper, and then you realized that you were thinking out loud.
"shit, I mean, it's not a bad thing" you placed your hand at the base of his cock, wrapping your palm around it and the boy hissed. "I just... didn't expect that."
"so you thought about it before?" touchƩ. you deflected by giving him a slow tug.
before he could say anything else, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around him.
"fffuck-" he let out, throwing his head back.
you started bobbing your head at a slower pace, quickening each time he groaned, and listened to his raspy moans as if they were songs hidden in heaven. his hand ran through your hair, pulling at the strands just light enough to make you whine, the vibrations helping into the pleasure.
"pleaseā€”" he pled, eyes fixated on you and wet hair sticking to his face. he couldn't look any better, you noted.
mingi stared right into your soul with deep, dark eyes. his nose was flaring up and trying to keep up with the sharp breaths that left his parted mouth. it was as if he belonged in that position, and you wished that you had midas touch to keep him like that forever.
"so pretty" you said more to yourself than to him, and one of your fingers snuck into his mouth, and he wrapped those plump lips around it to suck.
feeling his tongue under your skin made shivers run down your spine, and even though you tried to take in more, he pulled you towards him once more, now landing you onto his lap. mind you, his naked lap. your pajama shorts did nothing to the mixture of pre-cum and saliva that rubbed under fabric. you hoped he couldn't feel the wetness that was forming between your legs.
kissing you again, you wondered how your teeth were not clashing at all from the desperation that exuded from both parts. you wanted him as much as he ever had wanted you, and it didn't seem like a real experience. the euphoria that overtook you made you feel almost dizzy from all the exchange in pheromones and fluids, holy fuck, you wanted to stay like that forever.
while he kissed you, mingi's hand went to the bottom of your shorts, holding you so you wouldn't fall as he took them off, leaving you in his hoodie and panties. you didn't remember what kind of underwear you wore, but you hoped to whatever god that was out there that it was something without a hole or anything.
without taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and ran both his middle and ring fingers along your folds, the new feeling making you jump a little, and he giggled. the motherfucker giggled.
"jeez... can't wait to be inside you" he said against your lips, hissing as you gave him an experimental roll of your hips.
holding your panties to the side, he grabbed his cock and aligned himself to your folds, placing the tip inside and a loud whimper fell from your mouth. you knew that it would take more effort to get him inside, he was the biggest you've ever been with, and mingi also seemed to notice that, so he touched you as if you were made of glass.
the warmth of his hot member now sheathing inside your pussy felt like too much, and the room felt foggy, just as your breaths. he kissed the side of your neck, licking up to your ear and groaning ever so slightly, as if he had noticed how much you reacted to those sounds, using them now against you.
the moment you reached the bottom, you felt as if your internal organs would combust. his dick felt like too much and too good, you drank from the sensations and the tingles that your body left each time he moved an inch, clenching around him. you reached your hands to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, but his hand left your lower back to stop yours.
"leave it on" he looked up at your face with puppy eyes. "I want to fuck you in my clothes."
OH. FUCK.
you moaned into his mouth and slowly started to move your hips. you could've cum just from his words, but you tried your best to concentrate in making him feel good.
"you feel so good around me" he whined, a short moan leaving his lips to meet yours again.
you didn't know how you looked at that moment, probably a mess. from taking in all the sensations, his huge cock and the way he looked like a whiny mess under you... you felt powerful, and he was letting you use him to your wishes.
"please, please" he whined even more, probably taking notes that you got off from that.
"what is it, big boy?" as soon as the words fell from your mouth, you questioned yourself. is this really me?
"let me fuck you right" his hips shot up, taking you by surprise with a gasp and he bit your collarbone. "I wanna be good for you- wanna make you feel good."
"use me however you want" you said in a desperate tone. not even minding how it looked to him, you truly wanted everything from him.
with one arm sneaking around your back and the other on your neck, he moved you further into the bed, now on top of you. he didn't say anything else, only left a small kiss on the corner of your mouth and gave you a slow thrust.
the most high pitched moan fell from your lips, and you didn't care to be embarrassed. not when he was pleading for you, having your body wrapped so deliciously around him, the same as his.
you could write paragraphs and paragraphs about the way he looked; the occasional lightnings shining against his wet skin, highlighting each of his curves and muscles while his hair fell above his forehead, now a mess from the way you rushed your fingers between strands.
mingi kept rolling his hips against yours, and words kept falling randomly from your mouth, meddling with moans and sobs, you felt so cockdrunk that even the slightest stimulation coming from him could make you shed tears. felt so fucking good that got you questioning every life choice you've ever made to this point, as if everything was a part of god's plan for you to end up right under your best friend, as his touches made love to your limbs.
"hm-ugh- feels so fucking- oh my god" you kept going on and on, not even sure yourself what you were saying, but mingi wasn't falling behind.
the knot had already taken place on your lower body, each of his thrusts feeling more intense than the other. you could tell he was getting closer from the way his teeth were nipping on your neck and his thrust were growing sloppier.
"please-ah!-please, let me cum inside you" he left your neck to look at you, and you felt the knot tightening and your legs starting to tremble. "let me fill you nice and full- please"
"yes, I want all of you" you almost screamed when he took that as confirmation to grab your back and glue his chest to yours, sharpening his thrusts.
it finally snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. he held you so close as if he could melt into your skin and become one, and with a final thrust, he whined and groaned and screamed and did everything so involuntarily, almost animalistic, and your mind was too dazed to even comprehend anything else besides the way that your pussy gripped him so tight, keeping his hot seed inside you. you didn't want to let it go.
you were still spasming from your orgasm when he let go of your body and snapped your legs apart, taking place in between them, nuzzling his nose onto your pubic bone and feasting. his tongue lapped each of yours and his juices without mind, sucking, kissing, moaning, grunting, only to prolong the way your climax came down; you screamed so hard that your lungs burned.
falling limp on the bed covers, he let go, going back on top of you with the support of his arms and knees, face leveled to yours when he placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose and another one to your forehead.
"did it help you de-stress?" he joked and you placed one of your arms onto your eyes.
scoffing, you shook your head. "holy shit, I'm in love with you."
he gave you a slight push and rolled to his side, still staring at you with a darker flush across his chest and neck.
"well, I'm yours" he said and you licked your lips, sneaking a glance from under your arm.
"yeah, you better be."
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rissouu Ā· 11 months ago
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could you do a plug! eren x reader where eren gets super overprotective šŸ©·
yesss ofc! im sorry this took a while i just had to get some damn motivation šŸ˜­ i been slacking.. my bad pookies!
his hands stayed wrapped around your waist as you walked through the mall, he promised to take you on a shopping spree. and right now the only thing you really needed were shoesā€” so foot locker it was.
it was like eren could sense all the stares you were getting, in his eyes those tiny ass the shorts you wore barely covered up anything.. (he was just being dramatic, the shorts werenā€™t that tiny but he still hated them.) he made a mental note to toss the shorts out as soon as you two made it home.
he tried getting you to change before you guys even arrived at the mall, but of course you werenā€™t going to listen to himā€” you never did. thatā€™s one of the characteristics he loved about you but that didnā€™t make it any less annoying.
when you finally reached the famous shoe store, you couldnā€™t hide your excitement. youā€™d always been a sneaker head after all, always having the newest pair of dunks or jordanā€™s, a lot of people envied you because of it honestly, but oh well.
you couldnā€™t resist snatching out of erenā€™s hold and practically running towards the shoes on display. the dunks that youā€™d been wanting for months finally dropped, and you just had to get them before they sold out.
ā€œma you know how i feel ā€˜bout you walkinā€™ off on your own,ā€ he made his way back over to you, annoyance evident on his face. eren hated when you did this, he wanted(needed) to be by your side at all times. why couldnā€™t you understand that?
ā€œim sorry babyyy, i just really need to check if they have my size!ā€ you bent over to take the shoe off the rackā€” completely forgetting that your shorts were the type to rise up when you did so.
you didnā€™t think too much about it and stayed in your current positionā€” throughly inspecting the shoe. the color looked better online but shit, it was still cute.
eren eventually got tired of standing, he knew how you got when it came to shoes. heā€™d be standing there for a whole damn hour fucking with you, so he just sat down on one of the benches used to try on shoes.
he always got so bored coming to stores with you because you always tuned him out and wandered off on your own. you were addicting to shopping and even more addicted to shoes.. the only thing he could do was sit down and go on his phone, since youā€™d clearly be taking forever.
you were so focused on the baby blue shoes that you hardly even noticed anyoneā€™s presence behind you, turns out one of the workers had been eyeing you for quite a while now.. waiting for his chance to make a move. your beauty caught him off guard and he knew he couldnā€™t let a fine thing like you just walk away.
ā€œhello welcome, did you need help with- oh god damn..ā€
that was enough to finally get erenā€™s attention off his phone as his eyes snapped towards the scrawny dude licking his lipsā€” enjoying the sight of your shorts working against you.
with a low chuckle your man stood from his seat, slowly inching towards you to make his presence known. he snatched you by your waistā€” easily causing your form to straighten out. he took his eyes off you for one second and youā€™re bent over with them little ass shorts on?
he had half a mind to just fuck you right here and now to let all these muhā€™ fuckaā€™s know who you belong to, but luckily he had enough self restraint.
ā€œiā€™ll kill you right now man, ion even play like that. better walk yoā€™ ass on somewhere,ā€ eren slightly lifted his black teeā€” flashing his gun that was strapped on his waist. he roughly yanked you behind him so the fucker wouldnā€™t dare to look at you again, and the only thing you could do was let him.
not that you wouldā€™ve resited anyway, you loved when eren got aggressive like this (not that youā€™d ever admit it).
ā€œo-oh thatā€™s you? i apologize i didnā€™t-ā€œ
ā€œā€™fuck up talkinā€™ to me yo, you got five seconds to walk away before i put a bullet in you.ā€ one death glare from eren was enough to send the worker running off in fear.
you stayed silent because you knew better than to say anything when he got like this, you were in for it once you got back home.. thatā€™s for sure.
ā€œfuck those shoes, weā€™re leaving. and as soon as we get in the car i want them shorts off,ā€
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yoditopascal Ā· 3 months ago
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Like A Prayer (Part One)
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summary: best friends with wade youā€™re always being dragged into something even when heā€™s not trying to, what are you to do when you find the fate of your timeline in the hands of yourself, your chaotic merc and an angry wolverine whoā€™s hellbent on drinking himself to death?
content warning: romance, some angst, a little fluff, character deaths, canon-typical violence, smut, lots of cussing, mutual pining, found family, drug and alcohol use, reader insert but with no use of y/n cuz I hate that shit, deadpool being deadpool, mentions of poor mental health (depression anxiety and ptsd mostly), scent marking, the honda odyssey scene needs a warning all on its own MINORS DNI
a/n: lots of wade in this one but no wolverine just yet!
tag list: @allmyn1ghts, @oscarissac2099
Masterlist//Next Chapter
Not Ok
Flashes of images invaded your mind. You were in a tank, arms restrained to your sides as the oxygen was slowly sucked out of the chamber, suffocating you. Your nails digging into the leather cushioning beneath you as you try to claw your way out.
Now you were strapped to a table, an array of needles embedded into your arms and legs as you were injected painfully with all kinds of different things you werenā€™t even sure of.
You startled awake before the sound of your alarm had a chance to rouse you from your sleep. Groggily you run a shaky hand over your face before rolling over to grab your phone checking the time. You still had about 3 hours before it was time to get up and get ready for work. Knowing you most likely werenā€™t going to go back to sleep, not that you wanted to anyways, you toss the covers off of you and head to the bathroom.
You turn the water of the shower on, waiting for it to heat up as you stand back up you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror, taking in your disheveled appearance you sigh as you lean over the sink.
Thereā€™s visible dark circles under your eyes from being torn from sleep countless times over the last few months. You were sure why the nightmares had started back up again, it had been years since you had been freed from the Weapon X program so why was it all coming back now?
Pulling your tank top over your head you quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. The water cascaded over you, the warmth a welcome relief. You closed your eyes, as you felt your tired muscles slowly start to relax under the soothing spray. Lathering up your soap on a loofa you quickly washed and dried yourself putting on ample amounts of makeup to hide your dark circles.
Once dressed you sat down at your little table in the kitchen and helped yourself to a bowl of cereal as you checked your phone again.
So much shit was happening in the world, genocides, corrupt politicians running for power, starving children. It was all you saw anytime you opened up anything and it was all too much. The world was going to complete shit
You lock your phone and check the time, you still had about an hour before work. Slipping on your shoes you grab your keys and your bag and head out the door nearly bumping into Wade who was munching on a bagel in the hallway.
ā€œJesus fuck Wade!ā€ You said placing a hand over your rapidly beating heart. ā€œYou scared the shit outta me!ā€
ā€œMy bad pookie bear. Didnā€™t know you worked today.ā€ He said with a shrug adjusting his wig as he did so.
ā€œAlmost every day this week.ā€ You said with a sigh rubbing a hand down your tired face. You had been doing that a lot lately. ā€œGod Iā€™m so tired.ā€
ā€œI hear OnlyFans is really popping off right now.ā€Wade said but it was hard to tell if he was joking or not with his straight face.
ā€œYeah? So what, you and Vanessa can be my only subscribers?ā€ You snorted with an exaggerated laugh.
ā€œI know for a fact Colossus would pay top dollar for a sneak peak of your toes!ā€
The sound of your ex's name made you grimace. Not that you had any ill will towards him, you were both still good friends albeit a bit awkward now that youā€™ve dated for a short time, but you still didnā€™t want the thought of him anyway near anything sexual you did.
ā€œHard pass.ā€
ā€œSuit yourself.ā€ Wade said taking another bite from his bagel and you two walked down the hall together.
You start to rub at your forehead as you felt a headache coming on as you walked, another occurrence that had started to happen more and more often.
ā€œMore nightmares?ā€ Wade asks, his voice laced with concern as he watched you.
ā€œYeahā€¦but donā€™t worry about it Wade.ā€ You could handle yourself, a few ibuprofen and youā€™d be fine.
He calls your name, as if to say itā€™s too late not to be worried about you, but you wave him off as you dig around in your backpack for a second before pulling out a small black envelope.
ā€œHappy birthday by the way! Youā€™re hard as fuck to shop for so I hope you like it.ā€ You smile at him as you hold out the gift hoping to change the subject.
With an exaggerated gasp Wade tosses his bagel behind him and holds up his hands up in surprise before taking the envelope from you, and ripping it open. Inside were two tickets to a Celine Dion concert, one of his favorite artists.
ā€œOh my-!ā€ He starts with a gasp ā€œI didnā€™t even know she was touring!ā€ He cried excitedly as he pulled you into a tight hug.
ā€œYeah I had to basically stalk Ticketmaster for those so youā€™re welcome.ā€ You said returning the hug.
ā€œSugar booger! I love it!ā€ He said releasing you.
ā€œNow you just gotta figure out who to take with you.ā€ You said as you bump shoulders with him. ā€œMaybe Peterā€¦.oooor I donā€™t know maybe a certain someone we all know and love who works at a particular strip club that we like to visit on occasion?ā€
ā€œPeanutā€¦ā€ Wade warned, you held up your hands in surrender. It was like a kid trying to get their divorced parents back together.
ā€œLook, all Iā€™m saying is it wouldnā€™t hurt to ask her.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll think about it.ā€ He says quietly as he stares out deep in thought.
With that the two of you part ways, wishing each other a good day at work, Wade heading for his bike where Peter was waiting and waving at you, and you heading toward the bus stop.
Work at the pet shop was the same as always, mundane and mind numbing but it paid the rent so who were you to complain about it. You had your fair share of zooted teens coming in to ask dumbass questions and waste your time as well as the occasional fish snob who complained about the size of your tanks but all of that was typical of a normal day and honestly made it go by quicker. By the time you realized what time it was it was time to clock out and head on home to help set up for Wadeā€™s surprise party.
Once home you dropped off your bag and changed your clothes putting on a loose fitted t-shirt and jeans with a cardigan before heading over to Wadeā€™s place with a bunch of drinks. You didnā€™t drink much but everytime Wade went out on a ā€œbusiness tripā€, as he called them, back in his Deadpool days heā€™d bring you back a bottle of something.
Inside Wade and Blind Alā€™s apartment across the hall, many of your mutual friends were already busy at work setting up for the party. Colossus Ellie and Yukio were busy blowing up balloons and decorating while Dopinder Buck and Vanessa were busy setting up the food spread.
Looking around yourself you felt a small smile tug at the corner of your lips, all around you were the people you and Wade loved the most and you were incredibly lucky to have them in your lives after everything you all had been through over the years. A pang in your chest made you hold a hand over it and your smile dropped. Something still felt missing though and no matter how hard you thought about it you just couldnā€™t place what it was.
ā€œHow you doing sweetheart?ā€ A soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. Whipping around you were pulled into a tight hug by Blind Al.
ā€œIā€™m doing alright.ā€ You smiled weakly ā€œHowā€™d you know it was me?ā€
ā€œIā€™m blind not deaf sweetheart,ā€ she said ā€œainā€™t nobody else here sighing that hard but you and Wade and Wadeā€™s not here yet.ā€
ā€œSorry.ā€
ā€œYour dreams still giving you trouble?ā€ She asks as she leads you further into the home.
ā€œI wouldnā€™t say dreams, more like night terrors but yeah they are a little.ā€ You say as you place the bag said booze you bought on the kitchen counter and follow Al to the living room where she seated herself comfortably in her recliner. ā€œItā€™s nothing to worry about though.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t bullshit a bullshitter baby.ā€
For someone who was blind Al sure could see right through you sometimes.
ā€œIā€™m probably just stressed is all.ā€ You try to downplay the situation but Al wasnā€™t having it.
ā€œItā€™s been months.ā€ She says matter of factly.
ā€œItā€™s been a stressful few months.ā€
ā€œLookā€¦ I may not have been there when you and Wade went through what you went through in that program but itā€™s over now. Itā€™s done and that Ajax guy canā€™t hurt you anymore.ā€ She said resting a hand in her arm gently.
Al hadnā€™t been a part of the Weapon X program like you and Wade had been but that hadnā€™t stopped him from telling her in excruciating detail about all the horrible shit you both had gone through during it.
ā€œI know Al I just-ā€œ you start but stop not fully knowing how to describe what you felt. ā€œI just wish I could switch my brain off, just hit the reset button and be done with it but I- canā€™t get the memories outta my head.ā€
ā€œI know sweetheart itā€™s gonna take time but time ainā€™t gonna do shit if you donā€™t let people in to help you.ā€
You knew she was right but youā€™d be damned if youā€™d admit it out loud.
ā€œWhen did this turn into a therapy session? I thought this was supposed to be a party.ā€
ā€œSmart ass.ā€ She said tapping you on the leg with her cane. ā€œGo help Vanessa make the jungle juice before he gets home. Iā€™m gonna go see if that dumbass has any Bolivian marching powder left in his stash.ā€ With that she stood to her feet and went to herā€™s and Wadeā€™s shared bedroom
ā€œOh Al come on! I thought you guys were done with that.ā€ You called after her with a frown.
ā€œNot till Iā€™m dead babygirl.ā€ She called back and if she could you think sheā€™d wink at you.
Back in the kitchen you and Vanessa make quick work mixing and setting up the drink you bought making light conversation as you do so.
ā€œSo-ā€œ she starts off but pauses as if deep in thought for a moment.
ā€œSo?ā€ You ask curiously as you take a sip of the alcoholic punch taste testing to see if it needed anything.
ā€œYou uh seeing anybody new yet?ā€ She asks.
You nearly choke on your drink in surprise.
ā€œN-no I uh no Iā€™m not.ā€ You stuttered trying to compose yourself. ā€œAre you?ā€
ā€œY-yeah thereā€™s this guy. I met him at work, heā€™s kind.ā€
You could tell she was lying, but didnā€™t speak on it.
ā€œYā€™know, I hear Colossus has been talking about you to Ellie a lot lately.ā€
Here we go again you thought.
ā€œOh nah hard pass we tried that dance already didnā€™t really work out.ā€ You waved her off, but she continued anyway.
ā€œIā€™m just saying heā€™s a nice guy, and heā€™s big, like everywhere, and made of metal, thatā€™s like totally your thing. Remember when we saw the Winter Soldier and you wouldnā€™t shut up about Buckyā€™s metal arm?ā€
Not she was calling you out.
ā€œJust think about it hun, you're always stuck up in your apartment or at work, youā€™re lonely and I think a little human connection would do you some good.ā€
ā€œYeah alright Iā€™ll think about it.ā€ She smiles at you before caressing your cheek, like she was the big sister you never knew you had.
ā€œBut only if you think about giving Wade another chance too.ā€ You slip in ā€œDeal?ā€
She contemplates for a moment before she smiles back at you again. You knew she still had feelings for the man and so did he.
ā€œDeal.ā€
Before either of you could change the topic of your conversation the front door opened up again, this time revealing Peter and Wade.
ā€œSurprise!ā€ Everyone shouted as Dopinder Ellie and Yukio threw confetti into the air.
ā€œOh you guys!ā€ Wade gasps dramatically. ā€œYouā€™re lucky Iā€™m not armed!ā€
ā€œIf this was five years ago youā€™d all be dead.ā€ He laughed as he went around hugging everyone.
The party went on without a hitch. Wade intermingling with everyone as he was passed around the room. You stayed in your own little corner as you watched sipping on your third drink for the evening. Parties werenā€™t really your thing but for Wade youā€™d endure them when you had to. Just as you were about to move to get yourself another drink you spotted Wade and Vanessa talking quietly amongst themselves in the kitchen hovering over the punch bowl. With a smile just glad they were finally talking to each other you thought it better not to disturb them for the time being.
Soon after however you all found yourselves piling into the kitchen as Wade called for everyone to come and cut the cake. Wade snapped a few pictures on Yukioā€™s Polaroid, making some cheesy speech about how lucky he was to be surrounded each and every person he ever loved in one room, something you rolled your eyes at even though you had found yourself thinking the same thing just earlier, before going to make a wish blowing out his birthday candles as he did so.
The party continued to progress throughout the night and the stuffiness of all the bodies in the room was starting to get to you. Excusing yourself from conversing with Buck and Peter you step out into the hallway for a moment to try and get some air. Your head felt like it was swimming, probably from all the alcohol and not enough food, and you were starting to feel nauseated as a pounding sound hammered through your skull. Eventually you decided to take a step outside to get some actual air to see if that would help.
After a handful of greedy gulps of the fresh night air you finally decide to return to the party before anyone came looking for you. Once inside your hallway you spotted Wade first, but he wasnā€™t alone this time. Surrounding him were at least 5 guys all dressed in black body armor and masks with weird electrical looking batons in their grasps. Immediately your defenses rose as you silently crept up behind them.
ā€œOh peanut, you came back! Iā€™d offer to let you join in on the orgy but I donā€™t think this guy hereā€™s down for sharing me.ā€ Wade quips as he sucks on a breath mint leaning on his doorway. His comment drew most of the menā€™s attention towards you but not before he drew it back to himself. It seemed that they could care less that you were even there. ā€œHeā€™s got this whole hate sex, love 'em and leave' em vibe going for him right now.ā€
ā€œShut your mouth clown!ā€ The guy in the front snaps as he goes to grab Wade by his toupee. Just as he grabs it an orange doorway opens up behind Wade and a pair of arms reach out pulling him inside causing his hair system to get ripped off.
ā€œWade!ā€ You shout as you sprung into action, using all your weight you shove two of the guys causing the three of you to fall through the strange orange doorway just before it closed behind you.
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ā€œOh, let there be hotel complaintsā€ | Chan x you
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warnings: nsfw, D/s dynamics, face and pussy slapping, overstimulation, mention of safewords, Daddy kink.
This is just Chan brain rot and my mind gently suggested me the image of first time inexperienced Dom Chan who wants to try some BDSM but heā€™s too scared to hurt you so he decides heā€™a going to try on himself all that heā€™s gonna do to youā€¦
Title from Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier
Chan has had plenty of vanilla sex, but then you introduced him to BDSM, and especially the concepts of Doms and Subs, and something switched in him. He started reading online forums and blogs. And when the topic arose again, he clearly told you heā€™s interested, but he wonā€™t do it yet. Because the thing is: despite how hard even just reading stuff about it makes him, he has no experience, and he wonā€™t risk hurting you.
So, he does what any good Dom should do in his eyes, he tries things on himself.
One day you turn home to find his face red and a bit swollen, but when you ask about it, he just distracts you with filthy kisses. What you donā€™t know is that he slapped and slapped and slapped himself until he deemed he had found the right strength to use.
Another day he disappears for the whole afternoon and, when you see him in the living room, he looks flushed and a little exhausted, but giddy. Just like Changbin when he maxes out at the gym and heā€™s incredibly tired but proud of himself. What you donā€™t know is that he spent the afternoon edging himself with a vibrator on his shaft and his tip and, after hours of denying himself, he came and proceeded to overstimulate himself, because itā€™s only logical to pair up the two experiences, right?
What you noticed though, is that thereā€™s a change in him. Heā€™s more assertive with you on some days, makes sure you eat and doesnā€™t let you go to sleep if you havenā€™t removed your makeup. Pushes you to sleep more when he knows you have had a bad day at work, and every time you comply and thank him for taking care of you, he kisses a little filthier, holds you a little firmer.
Itā€™s months later when he asks if you can try something kinkier. Youā€™re excited and happy and you start to mentally prepare yourself to be a good teacher without forgetting this is about pleasure. But then Chan shows you exactly how deep the still water runs deep.
ā€œYouā€™re gonna sit thereā€ he says and heā€™s so commanding yet sexy you melt instantly. ā€œAnd weā€™re gonna have a quick talk. Nothing too extreme is going to happen today, but I need to establish some rulesā€. You nod in response, and he looks at you with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. ā€œYouā€™re gonna use your pretty words, baby girl.ā€ Thatā€™s it. Not a suggestion, not an option, a rule. Fuck, you knew he would be good at this.
ā€œI understand.ā€
Heā€™s quick with the rules: you must verbally answer, youā€™re gonna use the traffic light system for now, you must use the safe word if you need to, and the moment you think somethingā€™s wrong heā€™s gonna stop. You also must ask for what you want, not just take it.
Not too long later youā€™re on the bed, shirt previously discarded and clad only in your panties. And Chan is completely dressed, hovering over you. Heā€™s been kissing you deeply and touching you just enough to make you want so much more. Youā€™re embarrassingly wet and youā€™re sure youā€™ll have to throw away your panties. Heā€™s holding your crossed arms at the wrists and, in doing so, heā€™s holding you down. You try to buck and raise your ass to relieve some of the dull aching youā€™re feeling in your core. ā€œCā€™mon Channie, touch me.ā€
ā€œBut I am touching youā€¦ā€ he replies with a smirk on his lips. His free hand caresses your face, and he tests the gives of your lower lip with his thumb. When you suck on it, though, he takes it away and shakes his head. ā€œWhat did I say?ā€ You are lost, what happened? Did he say something?
ā€œYouā€™re just a cockhungry whore, uh? You canā€™t even wait for me to give you something, youā€™re so greedy you just want to take and take.ā€
Oh.
The realization in your face makes Chan smile. ā€œThere it isā€¦ tell me what you did wrong, and I might consider going easy on you.ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t ask to suck your thumb-ā€ he knows thereā€™s something you want to add, he knows about your Daddy kink. And it turns him so fucking on, but heā€™s not gonna press about it. He considers your words and considers just letting it slide, but thereā€™s flames licking at his insides.
ā€œToo bad you didnā€™t ask, uh?ā€
Sudden, sharp pain irradiates on your left cheek and itā€™s less the pain and more the surprise that makes you gasp and, less than a second later, moan. Chan wants to apologize, years of conditioning making him feel guilty and mean and abusive, but he canā€™t deny what he feels.
He grabs your face, fingers splayed where he slapped mere seconds ago, wet thumb digging into the opposite cheek and kisses you messy and filthy, sucking your tongue in his mouth. Chan removes the last piece of clothing you have on and sits on his knees, with his thighs slightly spread apart. He holds your legs open with firm hands, one on your calf and the other clamped around your knee. Heā€™s justā€¦ staring at your pussy. You try to squirm away and close your legs, but his eyes are suddenly on you. Thereā€™s a warning in his face that accompanies a displeased sound. ā€œSorry, sorry, Iā€™m sorryā€ you blurt out trying to repair something before you do too much damage. You can feel wetness dripping down your folds, and Chan can too. ā€œYouā€™re so wet. Fuck, you love being on display for meā€¦ā€ He has never felt this. Thereā€™s a power rush, a shiver starting from his spine and moving towards opposite endings: towards his brain, making him lose words and making him want to act up, want to deliciously destroy you, making a mess of you and then put you back together; and on the other ending, traveling south towards his cock and balls. Heā€™s been ready to cum the moment he sat you down and you agreed to do this.
ā€œLove, are you just going to stare at me?ā€ You ask when you grow too impatient to keep sitting still, a bit embarrassed too by his too focused staring. He shakes his head, and there is a quiet chuckle that can be heard in the room. His lips raise in a slow smirk, like heā€™s just been made aware of a secret, and you didnā€™t. And maybe he did.
Chan made plans for tonight. Plural. You told him you like not knowing everything in advance, so he planned different plans based on your responses to his actions. It was harder than organizing recording sessions. But since he saw your reactions earlier, he decides to stick to a precise plan. So, he acts in it.
Quickly and hard he delivers a slap on your inner thigh, the pain is a delicious sensation, hot and cold at the same time. A moment later the skin reddens to show Chanā€™s handprint and if possible, his cock gets ever harder. It twitches a little from where itā€™s hidden, head flushed and red, slowly but constantly leaking precum, forming a wet stain on his slacks .
ā€œFuck Chan!ā€ You cry to his direction, eyes closed shut and brows knit in pleasure. You can feel heat where he hit you, and you want to press your fingers into it, wanting to feel the warmth and the pain and the pleasure. The moment you are ready to ask him for something, he delivers another slap in the same place. This time, though, Chan doesnā€™t let you breathe it out, doesnā€™t let you take your time to recover from it, no. He rakes his nails on your hot skin, watches as the skin quickly goes from red to white and to an even redder red where he scratched you. Digs his digits into your skin and revels in your gasps, feeling hot and ready to lose control, if a wind would blow in the room, he would cum in an instant. Heā€™s ready for your next moan, your next gasp, but youā€™re quiet and your legs are trembling, and heā€™s scared heā€™s gone too far. Heā€™s on the verge of apologizing, carrying you to the bathroom for a warm bath and cuddles and more apologies when he realizes he read you wrong. He didnā€™t give you too much, he gave you exactly what you needed, because -unbelievably so, for him- youā€™re coming. Clit untouched and your sopping hole twitching and throbbing around nothing, but youā€™re clearly coming. This is a different one, though. Youā€™ve never been quiet while having an orgasm, but watching you with more attention calms him down, you look fine. He kisses you from your thigh to your cheekbone, stopping to nibble at your nipples, tongue lapping at your skin and sucking quick marks on you. ā€œMy pretty slutā€ a kiss on the nose, ā€œyouā€™re so greedyā€ a kiss on the right cheek, ā€œyour little pussy came untouchedā€ a kiss on the forehead, ā€œnow I must give it some attentionā€ a kiss on your chin. ā€œTell me your color?ā€ He adds, tone sweeter and a hand caressing your face like youā€™re made of the finest glass.
ā€œGreenā€. A smile appears on his face and he manhandles you to straddle his slacks covered thigh. Your wetness is seeping through the fabric, you squirm and he can see youā€™re embarrassed. ā€œI told you I was gonna give it some attention. I want my baby girl to feel good.ā€ He grabs you by your hips and forces you to move and grind your pussy on the fabric of his slacks. One of his hands sneaks into your hair and he pulls, stopping you from hiding into his neck. ā€œNo hiding. And stop hiding all your pretty sounds from me.ā€
The pleasure mixed with the overstimulation are overwhelming, and Chanā€™s new role is playing a big role in the moment and your arousal. His fingers are probably going to leave bruises in your skin, and you canā€™t wait to stand in front of a mirror to see them. Chan hands guide you back and forth and soon youā€™re clenching around nothing, ā€œmā€™close Channieā€, too desperate to control your movements.
ā€œItā€™s okay, my baby. Just ask for it.ā€ His hard cock is begging to be touched, still in the confines of his underwear and trousers. Yet, he has never been this hard and close to coming untouched. Your moans, the redness on your cheeks, the sweat matting your hair to your forehead and your incessant moans and cries of pleasure are making him lose his mind.
ā€œPlease Channie, can I cum?ā€ You pant. ā€œLet me cum, Daddy.ā€ The last word is whispered, muffled into his shoulder but he hears it anyway. And he understands why you like it, the name giving him power, giving him a specific role, giving him the chance to give you exactly what you need.
ā€œThen cum for Daddy.ā€
He watches you as cum, hands guiding your movements and his muscles flexing to give you as much pleasure as he can. He loves you like this, unabashed and free, vulnerable just for him.
But having you moaning and screaming his name is not enough. He doesnā€™t stop when you try to take a moment to collect yourself, he fixes his hold on your hips and forces your movements again. Back and forth, back and forth, again and again and it doesnā€™t matter how loud you whine, it doesn't matter your overstimulation, what matters now is making you cum another time. Anytime he pushes you towards him, he also pushes you down, setting an unforgiving pace that is torture on your sensitive clit. Heā€™s relentless, but after just a few minutes youā€™re both rewarded with your legs clamping down on his thigh as you cum again. Unbelievably so, watching your second orgasm triggers his own orgasm and he moans your name loudly. He kisses you, messy and hungry, lips demanding and tongue insistent, claiming even your breath.
Youā€™re gripping his shirt so hard, your fingers hurt. He delicately lays you down onto the bed and kisses you softly. As soon as his breathing comes back to normal, his worries come back too.
ā€œAre you okay, baby? Did I hurt you? Was it too much? What do yo-ā€œ you interrupt him with silly, quick kisses, trying to diminish his worries.
ā€œI am more than okay.ā€ A kiss. ā€œI feel perfect.ā€ A kiss. ā€œYou were perfect.ā€ A kiss. ā€œYouā€™re always perfect, love.ā€ A kiss. ā€œI love you.ā€ A kiss.
You kiss some more and he insists on showering together so he can take care of you and make sure you drink water and eat some fruit and chocolate. He tells you all about trying on himself what he did to you, and youā€™ve never loved him more.
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Eddie develops a strange habit after sex. Itā€™s not exactly cute or romantic or nice. Nothing bad either. Itā€™s justā€¦ well, Steve isnā€™t too sure what it is. But every time, itā€™s the same damn thing.
He collapses onto Steveā€™s chest and says:
ā€œMy boyfriend is a cyborg.ā€
Usually, Steve is still recovering from the fucking downpour of post-orgasm endorphins. So he doesnā€™t question it. Hell, he stopped challenging Eddieā€™s tolerance to geek out months ago. Dude holds fantasy knowledge in his brain better than he holds his liquor.
Which is saying a lot.
Anyways, Steve never has the mental capacity to react or respond. Instead, he runs his fingers through Eddieā€™s sweat-soaked hair for awhile. Scratches out little patterns on his scalp because it always makes Eddie go limp. Quiet.
Quiet is a rarity for him. And while Steve is totally weak for Eddieā€™s chattiness, the quiet can be nice too.
The only reason Steve finally decides to ask about it is because Eddie slips up. Says it before they have sex.
Steve is against the bedroom door, his nails dragging down Eddieā€™s back. God, he loves this kind of kissing. The lung draining kind. The type thatā€™s sort of filthy from all the heat and grinding.Ā 
Eddie hasnā€™t marked him up this bad since that time someone at work noticed his neck. Asked if Steve was having an allergic reaction during an office-wide meeting.
And this is going to be even worse. Steve can tell by the sounds and the soft pricks of Eddieā€™s teeth. He can tell by how long Eddie spends over each spot, like the bruising skin needs more attention than the rest of him. Like licking them over will make the colors last longer.
The damage has been done. Really no point in stopping him when it feels so fucking good. Steve forgets to worry aboutĀ  how mauled heā€™s gonna look tomorrow because his head is swimming with Eddieā€™s lips on his neck. His collarbone. His chest.
Thatā€™s when it happens. Thatā€™s when Eddieā€™s strange habit makes an early appearance.Ā 
He kisses over the blistery mess he made, practically growls the words out this time:Ā 
ā€œMy boyfriend is a cyborg.ā€
ā€œOkay, time out.ā€ Steve says. Heaves some air back into his lungs. Pulls Eddieā€™s face up before he can continue making Steve look like goddamn target practice.Ā 
Eddie blinks a few times. ā€œDid I do something wrong?ā€
ā€œNo.ā€ Gonna have to wear fucking high-collared shirts all week, but whatever.
Heā€™ll bring that up some other time. ā€œWhy do you keep saying that?ā€
ā€œSaying what?ā€
ā€œThatā€¦ thing.ā€ Steve barely can spit it out.Ā  Itā€™s like his throat is physically rejecting the nerdy shit heā€™s about to say. ā€œYou keep calling meā€¦ a cyborg or something.ā€Ā 
ā€œOh that.ā€ Eddie sighs. Casually shrugs to one side. ā€œItā€™s your fault actually.ā€
ā€œHow is it my fault? I donā€™t even know what fucking language youā€™re speaking.ā€
Eddie walks over to the bed, chanting Steveā€™s name over and over. Definitely not in the way Steve prefers him to chant his name. Very un-sexy chanting.
ā€œRemember that day you asked me to grab your car keys?ā€ He asks, patting the bed for Steve to join him.Ā 
No. ā€œKinda?ā€
Steve hesitates before walking over. He didnā€™t necessarily wanna stop their primal makeout session. But it was bound to lead to the bed at some point, soā€¦
Just not like this. Not talking while fully clothed. Blech.
He sits next to Eddie. Hands awkwardly fidgeting in his lap.
ā€œWell, I couldnā€™t find them.ā€ Eddie admits. ā€œSo I ended up going through your desk drawers.ā€
Of course he did. Perpetual snooper.
ā€œEnded up finding a binder full of medical records.ā€
Well shit.
Steveā€™s throat tightens. Swells around the sudden guilt he feels for keeping this from Eddie.Ā 
ā€œWhy didnā€™t you tell me you had a metal plate in your head?ā€
ā€œDunno. Hardly even remember it.ā€ Thatā€™s only partly true. Steve doesnā€™t remember the surgery or much of the recovery process. He was only a kid when it happened.
But he does remember the hospital smells. He remembers the sounds of his IV bag dripping throughout the night. All the sensory indicators are still fresh in his mind.
ā€œWell, thatā€™s why. You're part-machine.ā€ Eddie points to Steveā€™s head, expression softening. ā€œAnd every time we fuck around, I think about your bionic skull. And how glad I am that it keeps your brain from leaking out when I bend you over the way you like it best.ā€
Steve laughs. The jokes help lighten the mood. Not enough to replace it entirely, but enough for it to be easy to swallow again.Ā 
Theyā€™re both quiet as they get ready for bed, folding the covers down. And yeah, sometimes quiet can be nice. Just maybe not right now.
ā€œHey, Eddie.ā€
ā€œYeah?ā€
Steve stares hard at the pillows. ā€œAre cyborgs likeā€¦ cool?ā€
Eddie pauses for a moment, then hops onto the bed. Starts crawling over to Steve with a smug grin. He lifts up to meet Steveā€™s lips. Kisses him sweeter than normal. Lighter. Starts nodding his head mid-kiss, keeps nodding as he breaks away.
ā€œYeah, babe. Cyborgs are so fucking cool.ā€
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āŒ• where lee heeseung realises he messed up too bad
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heeseung's head aches more than ever, and for every second that he stares at the minimalist silver pendant sitting still between your collarbones, it's thin silver chain hugging your neck ever so softly, it aches even more.
and now it's the time for his heart. he physically cringes out of guilt when he watches you retract your hand away from his. he just wants to hold your hand in his, wants to embrace the soft warmth that once felt like home, that cosy and cordial sensation that gave him butterflies.
but now that is long gone.
it started with heeseung really. from your shoulders missing the embrace of his arm to his cheeks missing your tickling, feathery kiss. neither of you know when this started; an invisible wall growing between you two, and all you can do is sit and watch, letting the wall increase the distance you've already built in between you both.
ā€œyou should focus on the movie insteadā€, your tone is boring, maybe even annoyed. or maybe none, heeseung simply doesn't know. he can't concentrate on whatever's playing in front of him, his eyes are fixed on your necklace, sending such visuals to his brain out of which he can only think of scenarios that hammers his heart even more.
the pendantsā€™ a heart. it's a fucking heart.
ā€œyeah, i amā€, heeseung lies, again. just like the way he lied to you three months ago saying he would definitely attend your birthday party albeit his rough basketball practice.
you searched for your boyfriend's compelling face for hours that evening. waited for him the whole night, an hour passed by, then two, then three. every face in your apartment left and the one that should've been there by your side on the couch, holding you in his arms and kissing you all over, was not there. lee heeseung indeed broke his promise that day, along with a piece of you.
ā€œreally? what just happened right now then?ā€, you yawn, munching on the caramel popcorn, a flavour you didn't really like. but heeseung is unable to answer your question right now, he doesn't find enough words to formulate a sentence and explain why he didn't really know what was going on in the movie. his eyes just mindlessly read over the subtitles at the bottom of the screen not really getting the context behind it, there are more vital thoughts in the back of his head, eating him alive in this moment.
heeseung mentally curses himself for instances that took place months ago. instances which once broke your heart, you cried over it, burying your face in the pillow and then eventually forgetting about it. instances that heeseung never cared enough to think about twice before going to bed, or use to reflect on his actions or even think about it.
but suddenly heeseung wishes he could go back in time and return to your birthday party that evening, he wishes he was not that casual to flirt with your best friend in front of you, he wishes he hadn't caused those meaningless arguments with you, he wishes he'd never told you that his ex was better. heeseung wishes he was a better boyfriend for you.
ā€œthis one new?ā€, and heeseung's eyes are back on the necklace you were wearing, it's dainty silver heart infuriating him even more and he can't find the reason why. why the fuck can't he recognize the necklace?
ā€œthis one?ā€, you very well know which one he means when you point at the silver necklace on your neck, or else why will you be sitting with your cardigan pushed all the way down to your collarbones? ā€œyou gave it to me, don't you remember?ā€, you smile.
ā€œnot reallyā€, heeseung trails off, a smile from you felt odd after days of cold shoulder from you. it doesn't feel genuine though, so he returns another fake smile hoping you wouldn't notice, ā€œmaybe i forgot.ā€
heeseung can never forget, never ever when it comes to you. he might have been the worst boyfriend ever but he's dying for your touch right now, maybe playing hard to get in your own relationship got him? he can't bet on being ā€˜good boyfriendā€™ all over again, he knows he fucked up. but he can bet on one thing though.
he swears and he swears to god and all his 23 years of life, he has never bought that necklace for you.
ā€˜cause why the fuck would it have a ā€˜Jā€™ engraved on it?
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When Eddie asks you on a date, you donā€™t believe it. He probably meant as friends, right? Spoiler alert ā€” Eddie wants to be more than friends, and heā€™s willing to prove it. [4k]
fluff, slight hurt/comfort, fem!reader, plus-sized!reader, reader feels undesirable, kissing, obligatory ā€˜donā€™t be cruelā€™ scene, eddie calls you pretty like ten times, requested here
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Eddie has one of those smiles that screams trouble. Every time he looks at you with that smile he might as well have "I'm gonna break your heart," written across his forehead in tandem.Ā 
You sneak a glance at him across the atrium. Eddieā€™s paused bussing tables to talk to a patron, his customer service voice in play with a matching smile. It isn't the one you mean, but it's bad enough to make you flush red-hot. You cross your arms over the bar, regret it for its stickiness, and let your head rest against the crook of your elbow.Ā 
You've been working together for a long time now, almost six months, and he's your favourite coworker hands down. He cleans up after himself, he brings snacks that you never accept (lest you look like the greedy chubby girl you worry everyone expects you to be), and he talks to you like a real person.
It's horrifying and it's not fair, but being fat means that sometimes guys donā€™t want to look at you. They don't want to be in the same room with you, and you can tell; they avert their eyes, or simply don't talk to you directly.
You've never had that feeling with Eddie. He meets your eyes, unflinching, and he sends you one of those pretty smiles and you think Fuck, because he should've been a movie star, he has the cheekbones for it, or a rockstar like that band he's always raving about. He'd have a slim LA girl on both arms, no doubt about it.Ā 
He likely wouldn't waste his time with you.Ā 
Not someone pretty as he is. Sometimes he'll lean over and expose the flat stretch of his stomach, his v-lines and the dark trail of hair peeking above his jeans, and you feel acutely miserable 'cause you know you'll never get to touch him. Workplace crushes suck.Ā 
"Hey, are you okay?" a voice asks, a hand dropping against your shoulder.Ā 
You pull yourself up quickly. Speak of the devil, Eddie stands beside you with his hair tied away from his face. He looks more entertained than concerned, his smile unfortunately genuine.Ā 
"I'm fine," you say, stepping back. His hand falls away from your shoulder. "Sorry, just tired."Ā 
Eddie leans into your space, squinting. You freeze up, but he's only checking the time on the clock behind you. "Gotta tough it out. Still an hour and a half 'til closing."Ā 
Which means there's more than two hours of your shift left. Your face must show how unexciting that is ā€”Eddie laughs, warm and quiet, and gives your hand a squeeze.Ā 
"You'll live," he promises. "Are you busy tonight? Maybe we could go get pizza or something."Ā 
"What, nobody else is available?" you ask.Ā 
His head juts back a touch, put upon shock. "And why can't I ask you? I like you and I like pizza, that's a good combination. And even if you don't like me that much, you like pizza, right?"Ā 
You know ā€”you know, you doā€” that Eddie doesn't mean it as a slight. This isn't some thinly veiled insult on how you look. Why wouldn't you like pizza? Most people do, but his comment twists itself into an evil inky ball in your chest anyways, thick and hot as tar.Ā 
You shake it off.Ā 
"Who says I don't like you?" you ask, steering the conversation away from food altogether.Ā 
His smile gets somehow better, which is to say worse. You're being punished for something, a childhood wrongdoing or a future crime, perhaps. Nothing else could warrant the mental torture that is being so close to him while he looks the way he does.Ā 
"Good. Good, then we should get pizza. It's a date," he says, nodding.Ā 
Morgan the shift manager calls for him to stop distracting you, though the Hideout is abandoned tonight, and there's nothing to distract you from. Eddie stands at full height, with a soldier's salute. "Yes, sir. No more lollygagging." He turns to you when you laugh, and you share a secret smile.Ā 
He and Morgan disappear into the back of house. If you strain your ears, you can hear Eddie complaining about having to keep his hair in a bun, as it's totally against what he stands for, dude, it's stifling his self expression.Ā 
"Count yourself lucky I don't make you wear a hair net, kid," Morgan says.
You turn back to your sticky bar, numb. It's a date? Did he mean, like, an actual date? A romantic date?Ā 
Not a chance in hell. It's a colloquialism. Nothing more.Ā 
Despite yourself, you stare into the silver reflection of a beer tap and try to liven up. You fix your hair, check your teeth, dig a lip balm out of your apron pocket and scratch the corners of your mouth just in case. The entire time you're heckling yourself about delusions. Eddie Munson doesn't like you. He's had a girl come around once or twice, and she'd been everything you're not: slender, confident. You'd wanted to dislike her, but she hadn't done anything wrong. There's no crime in being desirable.Ā 
For the remainder of the night, you man the bar and serve the occasional patron. It's a Sunday night, so most stick to light beer or soft drinks. The live entertainment says goodnight and the Hideout empties like an opened floodgate. You clean the bar, Eddie buses the tables, and the kitchen staff turn on the radio and get to work cleaning. Soon, you can smell cigarette smoke and reheated mozzarella sticks.Ā 
You wander into the kitchen to help.Ā 
"Hi beautiful," Leon says, one of the cooks, "you want something to eat?"Ā 
"No she does not!" Eddie says, helping the dishwasher Marcie with her last round of plates. Suds drip down to his rolled sleeves as he waves his hands around. "We're going to get pizza."Ā 
"Yes!" Marcie says, delighted.Ā 
"Where are we going?" Paul asks, another cook.Ā 
"We," Eddie says, pointing at you and then himself, "are going to Marletto's. Yeah?"Ā 
You startle when you realise he's asking you. "Oh, sure. Anywhere you want."Ā 
His head bobs up and down, pleased. He goes back to his dishes. "Anywhere I want," he murmurs to Marcie, though he's saying it for everybody to hear, "hear that, Marc? I'm spoiled."Ā 
You wipe down a few counters, label some leftover iceberg lettuce and put it back in the fridge. It's easy work, made better by the camaraderie of your coworkers, but you can't settle down. Your heart races at what's to come. "It's a date," is starting to feel less colloquial now Eddie's dissuading the other from joining you. That's how that works, right? He wants to be alone with you.
It might not mean anything. Maybe Eddie needs something from you he doesn't want the others to know about, like money. Maybe he wants girl advice, finally chasing that pretty girl who drops by sometimes. Or boy advice ā€”there's a guy who comes around too, tall and blond and handsome.Ā 
There's a logical solution. Any other girl would hear the word date and take it at face value, but you aren't them. You're you. You can't remember the last time somebody looked at you with desire in their eyes, if they ever have. High school was a shit show and work isn't exactly a hub for romance. Eddie joining the team here is the most excitement you've ever had in your life, for all his gentle squeezes and teasing elbows, his inside jokes and his tendency to burst into an air guitar solo at any given moment. He's a cheeseball, and you like him. It sucks.Ā 
"Hi, are you ready?" he asks, coming out of nowhere. You're kneeling down near the lockers tying your shoelaces.Ā 
It is a horrible position for him to see you in. You can't imagine what you look like, but you know it won't be pretty. You spring up with your shoelace untied still and smile weakly. "Yeah, I'm ready."Ā 
"You need help with that?" he asks, eyes on your shoe.Ā 
You burn with embarrassment. "Iā€“ no, Iā€“"Ā 
Eddie kneels down on the floor and reaches for your shoe. He ties it quickly in a double-knotted bunny-loop and pats the side of your ankle when he's done. When he looks up at you, you're in the middle of hoping a natural disaster will occur and put you out of your misery.Ā 
He smiles at you from his position. Does he ever stop?Ā 
"Cool," he says, standing up. He grabs his coat from his locker and doesn't bother closing it. "Let's go! I'm starving, man, Leon needs to mess up more often so I can steal the rejects."Ā 
You follow him in a daze. Through the lockers and out of the kitchen, waving goodbye to the lingering closers and a grimacing Morgan. You aren't looking forward to seeing him again tomorrow. You're more than sure he'll have something to say about workplace fraternising and general dawdling.Ā 
"You okay for us to take the van?" he asks.Ā 
Eddie's given you rides home before, and what felt awkward before has lended itself to a familiarity. You nod your agreement and cross the small parking lot out back, your breath rising in the cold night air.Ā 
Eddie pulls open the passenger door of his van with a strong-armed tug.Ā 
"Been meaning to get the latch looked at. I'd rather it have trouble opening than trouble closing, though, so that's a plus."Ā 
He waits for you to climb the short step and sit before he closes the door.Ā 
ā€œAll limbs inside the ride?" he asks.Ā 
You laugh. It comes out weird. You kind of sound like you're being held at gunpoint.Ā 
Eddie gets in the van and makes small talk as he starts the engine and pulls her out of the lot. Your mind isn't there, exactly, or rather it's too close. You want to think about your answers but instead you're worrying about how you look while you say them. You're worried about the seat belt around your stomach, and the way you look from the side. Being around Eddie makes you more self-conscious than usual.Ā 
Marletto's isn't the best pizza place in Hawkins but it's open until three AM. You and Eddie take the first empty booth you come across, and the agony of ordering in front of someone else begins.Ā 
"Meat feast for me, obviously," he says, pulling off his jacket.Ā 
The cracked vinyl seat beneath him crunches with his movement. You dedicate yourself to staying still.Ā 
"I'll get a margarita," you say, glancing between him and the menu for his reaction.Ā Ā 
"Didn't take you for such a bore," he teases. "Drinks? Sides?"Ā 
"Just water will be fine."Ā 
"Are you sure? I'm paying. If you wanna take advantage of me, now's the time."
You shake your head, pushing your cold hands under your thighs.Ā 
Eddie frowns. "If you're sureā€¦"Ā 
He gets up to track down the register. You sit there, wondering why you agreed to this, what possessed you, why you could ever think this was a good idea. You don't wanna eat in front of him, you don't know what to say, he's looking at you like everything's normal but this is so not normal, this is the opposite side of the spectrum.Ā 
Eddie returns with your water and a coke, all smiles despite your clear nerves.Ā 
He puts the drinks down and clambers into the seat with a leg folded underneath himself, his elbows halfway across the table. He looks you straight in the face.Ā 
"That guy just looked at me like I was crazy. I'm hungry, sue me. Three orders of mozzarella sticks is a normal human thing to get, right?"Ā 
"Three?" you ask.Ā 
His hand reaches toward you. If your hand were there, he'd likely squeeze it roughly as he sometimes does, like a playful scolding. "I'm hungry," he repeats. "I didn't get any lunch on my lunch break. What's the point in that? Just sat down in the locker room thinking about it. It was actually worse than working."Ā 
"You should've had Leon make you a burger. He's always offering."Ā 
"Always offering you, maybe. The rest of us gotta fend for ourselves."Ā 
"That's not true. He asks Marcie, too."Ā 
"Yeah, well, Leon's a sucker for pretty girls."Ā 
You look down at the table.Ā 
"I got enough fries for both of us, I know you didn't want any sides but everyone wants fries. I won't be sharing the mozzarella sticks, so if you want some you better speak now." He raps the table with his knuckles. When you look up, his face softens. "Well, alright. Maybe I'll share them with you. I'm a sucker, too."Ā 
"What's that mean?"Ā 
"What?"Ā 
"You know what," you say.Ā 
Eddie crosses his arms across the table. His hands and arms are pale, the ink of his black tattoos stark. You could draw them without prompting, that's how often you've fallen into his trap. When he crosses his arms like this, his biceps bulge up a little bit, emphasising the pretty curves and ridges of his arms and the hints of greeny-blue veins hiding under his skin. He tilts his head toward his shoulder, his limp curls dragging against the table.Ā 
"It meansā€¦" he says, holding your eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips, "that you're pretty. You're so pretty, I'd do anything you asked me to."Ā 
You flinch. You pull your numb hands from under your thighs and cover your stomach with your forearms, glaring at the table between you thoughtlessly.Ā 
"That's cruel."Ā 
"What?"Ā 
"That's cruel, Eddie. You're being mean," you mutter.
"Iā€“" Eddie stammers. "What? I'm just trying to tell you how I think about youā€“ how I feel. I'm sorry if you don't wanna hear it, I'm not trying to be mean."Ā 
Hurt creeps into the lines of your face, your eyebrows pulled down and the starts pulled up, your lips pursed. Heat bursts in your throat as a molten lump takes shape there. You don't trust yourself to speak, but you have to.Ā 
"I thought you were my friend," you say quietly.Ā 
"I want to be more than that."Ā 
"You're making fun of me."Ā 
"No."Ā 
Eddie reaches across the table again. There's nothing for him to grab so he spreads his fingers and presses his palm flat. He ducks his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are ridiculously big, the black of his pupils blown and leaching into his dark irises until they're almost indistinguishable in the fuzzy lighting of the restaurant.Ā 
"Come on," he says quietly, "when have I ever done that to you? I mess around, but I wouldn't say shit like that unless I meant it." His fingers lift off of the table. "I mean it. I think you're beautiful." His voice takes on a raw quality.Ā 
You bite the tip of your tongue, fully frowning now. "I don't believe you," you say.Ā 
"Why not?" he asks, frowning back.Ā 
"Because I'mā€“ I'mā€“ I'm fat." You hate yourself for saying it out loud.Ā 
People hate that word. Usually, if you admit to it, there's a rushed response. No, you're not. Pretty friends talk you down, loved ones wrap an arm around your shoulder and harp about puppy fat or big bones.Ā 
Eddie doesn't do either. He sits back in his seat and smiles hesitantly.Ā 
"Why's that a bad thing?" he asks. He shakes his head at himself. "I meanā€“ I'm sorry, I should've said you aren't, you aren'tā€“"Ā 
"No, I am," you say.Ā 
"You're so pretty," he says again, in a rush. "I don't care what size you are, I really don't. I just think you're beautiful and I wanted to ask you on a real date but I saw you and I couldn't wait anymore." He wraps his hand around the neck of his coke bottles and pulls it towards his chest. "Shit, I've made a huge fucking mess of it."Ā 
You lean forward. Your body doesn't know what to do, the whiplash of hurt smothered by his enthusiastic, sincere compliments.
Why's that a bad thing? means more than anything else he said to you.Ā 
"You really think I'm pretty?" you ask timidly.Ā 
"Drop dead," he says. Hope flickers behind his eyes. "Morgan pulled me aside on my second week, you know that? Said if I didn't stop staring at you he'd put me in the back for the week."Ā 
"He did put you in the back," you say, confused.Ā 
"Exactly."Ā 
Oh. You raise your head properly. Eddie's watching you, just you, obviously waiting for you to speak. The hope on his face is clear as day now, his lips parted, the tiniest peek of his tongue on display.Ā 
"You promise you aren't messing with me?" you ask finally.Ā 
"I promise." He holds his hand out, palm up. "I swear."Ā 
Your heart a hummingbird, you take your hand from your waist and put it carefully in his. His fingers curl around yours like a prince, the tip of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles slowly, half an inch at a time. You exhale out of your nose as goosebumps race up your arm.Ā 
He looks like he has more to say, but the pizza and all his sides arrive. You spring apart like teenagers, blood rushing in your ears. The server unloads his tray.
"Alright guys," he says, looking down at you both with a knowing smile. "Anything else I can get you while I'm here?"Ā 
Eddie sneaks a look at you that holds way too much meaning. "No, I think we're alright."Ā 
There's a tiny, awkward silence. You busy yourself with unfolding a napkin over your lap, not sure what to say to bridge the gap.Ā 
Eddie takes the plunge.Ā 
He slides a basket of mozzarella sticks at you. "Pretty girl privileges," he says.
You feel insecure eating in front of him, but the sheer ferocity of his compliments discourages any shame. He thinks you're pretty. He held your hand like it was made of glass and he got put in Hideout jail for staring.Ā 
"I think you're handsome, too," you say.Ā 
Eddie almost chokes on a handful of fries. "Shit," he says, swallowing roughly, hand thumping at his chest. "Thank god for that. I mean, of course you do. My devilish good looks are hard to resist."Ā 
He's not wrong.Ā 
ā€”
Getting put on kitchen duty isn't half as bad as Morgan seems to think it is. Eddie kind of likes it, the noise, the chaos, the heat. Plus, he can steal fries hot and fresh out of the basket. He's only burned himself once.Ā 
"What're you in for?" Leon asks him.
"Staring."Ā 
"You're a freak, Munson, you know that?"Ā 
Eddie shrugs. "If your girlfriend looked like mine, you'd stare too."Ā 
"Uh-huh." Leon grabs up a spatula to flip a burger, pink meat down and brown side up. Fat sizzles dangerously. Neither man flinches. "She ain't going nowhere."Ā 
"You don't know that. Some rockstar might blaze through here and snap her up. Who would I be to stop her? She should be a trophy wife, she's a stunner."Ā 
"Christ," Marcie says from across the room.Ā 
"How the fuck can you hear us?" Eddie asks. Over the sound of the overhead spray and the sizzle of the burners, Marcie must have superpowers or something.Ā 
"Uh, 'cause you're fucking yelling," she says.Ā 
Eddie looks to Leon for some defence, but Leon agrees. "You are super loud."Ā 
"You would be tooā€“"
"If I had a girlfriend as pretty as yours," Leon says, audibly grouchy. "I know."Ā 
"Don't be jealous that I got there first."Ā 
"How is this fair? You get in trouble and I'm the one punished."Ā 
Eddie blows a big breath out of the corner of his mouth, one of his shorter curls dancing away from his warm face. Ridiculous. They're all awful, and jealous, and nobody wants him to be happy. "Losers," he mumbles.Ā 
He's kidding, mostly. He knows that everyone is actually very happy for the both of you. How could they not be? Eddie's happier than ever and you've turned to mush. It's his favourite thing in the world.Ā 
He thought you were pretty before. These days, you're gold dust incarnate. You see him and smile like you've been waiting for him, no more nervousness (which, he found out, was down to a raging crush on him) (he walked on air for days), no more shying away from his touch. Eddie puts a hand on your shoulder and you don't tense; you melt. Butter in the sun.Ā 
It's glorious.Ā 
And sure, Eddie ends up in the brig a lot. He 'hovers' apparently. So what? He'll say it again, if any of these guys were in his shoes, they'd fall victim to the same compulsion.Ā 
He waits for an opportunity to arise, four dinner tickets and a dishwasher disaster, and sneaks away as silently as he can manage, creeping out of the kitchen and to the bar. You're busy pouring a beer and don't notice him until the customer's left and he's wrapping an arm around your waist.Ā 
"Eddie," you scold lightly, leaning forward to accommodate his weight against your back, "come on. You might actually lose your job."Ā 
"They can't fire me. I'm the best bus boy ever."Ā 
You turn your face to look at him. Eddie wants to put you on TV, you look that sweet.Ā 
"No, you're awful, you," ā€”Eddie interrupts you, leaning down for a quick chaste kissā€” "distract me, and you," ā€”he steals a secondā€” "don't actually bus tables when you should," you finish, disjointed.Ā 
He brings his hand to your soft cheek, stroking a badly behaved baby hair back into place. You go lax like he's some kind of quick fix drug, and your eyes contain a tenderness that makes his chest ache. He covers his heart with his hand.Ā 
"You're awful," you murmur.Ā 
He takes your face into both hands slowly. One cups your cheek, and the other slides behind your ear. He pulls your face forward and down toward his chin, his lips by your ear. You smell amazing. His eyes close on instinct.
"A little. It's not my fault. You're justā€“"Ā 
"So pretty?" you ask. "Yeah, you've told me."Ā 
"I have, have I? Have to let me tell you again." He kisses the skin before your ear, more a press of his lips than anything. "You're beautiful," he mouths.Ā 
You shiver, but ultimately end up planting your hands against his chest and ushering him away from you.Ā 
"Stop it. I mean it! We're in public, at work, and you're gonna mess me up."Ā 
"I want to mess you up," he says easily.Ā 
"I know you do."Ā 
Eddie sighs, agonised, but heeds your warning. "Alright," he says, squeezing your shoulder in goodbye. You smile and squeeze his elbow in return. It's your new thing, silent conversation in fond touches.Ā 
He's a couple of feet away when the urge to turn back is too much. He jogs back to your side, gets his hand behind your neck, and kisses you with enough pressure that your lips part underneath his in shock. He adores the side of your neck with his thumb one sweeping stroke at a time, his nose digging sliding against yours as he inches in further, and further. The dizzy pleasure of your lips can't be understated. Eddie fights back a kiss-ruining smile with all he's worth.Ā 
"Sorry," he says, pulling back. Your lips shine and you blink, dazed. "Sorry," he says again, leaning in to kiss them dry.Ā 
You laugh quietly, a breath against his cheek, and he's a goner, dropping pecks all over your pretty face until you're giggling and sinking into his arms.Ā 
"I really am sorry." He punctuates with a kiss under your jaw.Ā 
"No," you say breathlessly. Your hand twines loosely in his hair. "You're not."Ā 
No, he isn't. He's never felt less sorry for anything in his life.Ā 
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summary: hamzahā€™s a horny freak and youā€™re the lucky camgirl who gets to entertain him.
contains: smut with plot, essentially
wc: 2.1k-ish
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It's that time of the night where Hamzah has finally completed all his daily tasks and he feels a familiar twitch in his pants. As an adolescent he never understood what people meant by "thinking with your dick," but that was before he had access to myriads of internet porn at the press of a button.
It was a fateful day when he masturbated for the first time. What was once just a pee stick attached to his body suddenly became so much more after stumbling upon his dad's porn magazine collection in the garage. That year was full of mysterious viruses on the family computer that seemed to appear from thin air and lots of trips to his friend's houses to share his findings.
Of course, there was the eventual graduation from magazines to videos to now, God's greatest act since turning water to wine: OnlyFans.
This time, he did not simply stumble upon such a vice. Instead, he was introduced to it through a time of desperation. Covid was at its peak and quarantine was doing a number on his mental state. Or, perhaps that's just what he tells himself to excuse what he did next.
He went to one of the many models he followed on Instagram and clicked the link in their bio.
It was all too enticing, too easy. A simple hop, skip, and entering of credit card information later and he was inā€”subscribed. This was the first taste of a delicious new drug he would no longer be able to live without. From then on, an addictive part of his personality would take over and he'd constantly want more, more, more.
No one knew about his dirty little secrets in the taboo corner of the internet where he could explore his greatest fantasies. He wasn't a virgin anymore, but a sexual deviant with a very bad spending habit. He'd learn more about himself in this time than any amount of puberty and social interaction could have ever made clear to him in his lifetime.
And that all brings him to the current time, 11:03 p.m. on a Wednesday night, alone as per usual. The saddest part was, the porn made him feel a little bit less lonely in the onset of isolation he was experiencing since his detachment to the world. The throbbing in his pants held a dull ache as he disrobed and laid in bed in only his boxers. He pried his laptop open and typed in his favorite web address, the gateway to his favorite girl in the whole world.
You were the perfect woman in Hamzah's eyes. You'd do anything for the right amount of pay, somehow keeping the mystique surrounding you prevalent and consistently having him crawling back for more. You had fuck me eyes and blowjob lips. And last, but certainly not least, the most mouth-watering pair of tits.
Though Hamzah thoroughly enjoyed these physical aspects of you, he also felt a deeper connection with you. There was something about you that caught his attention, made him unable to focus on anyone else. He'd often find himself daydreaming about you; thinking of your grocery list while at the supermarket and unholy things you could do to him when passing the neighborhood church on walks. He was enamored by your whole being.
He opened up Zoom and went to your usual meeting room, waiting for you whilst nearly bursting through the cloth of his boxers. You were always a little late, and even though he'd been paying for these sessions for a couple months now, he couldn't bring himself to care. You could keep him waiting until the daylight and he was sure he'd still be sitting in front of the camera awaiting your entrance, having a part in his own torture as he refused to please himself until you got there.
When the notification finally sounded that you had joined, it was 13 minutes past your initial meeting time of 11:05.
"Hi, Hamzah," your sweet voice rang, "were you a good boy for me?"
"Yes." He quickly nodded, his eyes unable to separate from your cleavage.
You teasingly pouted and crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up in the process. "You're never naughty... always trying to please me, hm?"
"Always," he breathed out.
"But I want to please you, too," you whispered.
You moved your laptop camera to expose the length of your body, fully bedecked in lilac-colored lingerie atop silky bedsheets. Hamzah's hand instantly reached to grab himself with a whine.
"So eager," you giggled. Your fingernails trailed down your sternum, tracing the bow on the center of your bra. "I love how you react to me."
"I'm already so hard," he said through a grunt.
"Show me," you ordered.
Hamzah hastily pulled his boxers off, freeing his erection from its confines. He spat into his palm and gripped his shaft, lips parted.
"I wish that was my hand," you sighed, eyeing the imagery unfolding in front of you. "Don't you?"
"I do," he replied with no regard as to how desperate he sounded. It just fueled the fire in his belly. "I nearly fucked a hole in my hand yesterday thinking about you."
"What were you thinking of?" you questioned, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your arms. Hamzah watched in amazement, the friction of his hand making him speechless. "Was I blowing you? Riding you?"
"In the shower," he panted. "Your face pressed against the tilesā€”shitā€”while I fucked you from behind."
You hummed, pinching your nipples for a moment before your hand trailed further down, "all wet for you?"
"Soaked," he said, tossing his head back on the wall but keeping his eyes on you. "S-screaming my name."
"Hamzah," you teased, "such a dirty mouth on you."
"Say my name again," he pleaded.
"Hamzah," you melodically repeated. "You're not gonna last long if you don't slow down."
He whined, knowing you were right. "So good...don't wanna stop."
"I know, baby," you murmured, running your fingertips over your wetness, "but don't you want to take your time with me?"
He watched as you slipped one finger in, then another, shielded by the fabric of your panties. He grunted in frustration, fisting his dick harder.
"Let me see you, please," he begged like the sight pained him, running his other hand through his disorderly curls.
You obliged, standing from the bed and turning so your ass was in the camera frame. You slowly pulled the laced bands down your hips, bending over as they fell down your legs and pooled at your ankles. Hamzah's breaths quickened as you kicked them to the ground, fully exposed to the camera.
"Fuck," he cursed, desperately reaching for his laptop to pull it closer and get a better view of you. "You're so..."
You crawled back onto the bed and parted your legs so you were out in the open for him, pussy glistening with your desire. Your fingers retraced their destined path as you reached down and spread your folds. He watched with hungry eyes.
"I'd kill to get a taste of you." He panted between his words.
You giggled and slipped teasing fingers in and out, never all the way. "Tell me how you want it, angel."
He moaned louder at the pet name. "All fours, p-please."
You flipped onto your knees, arching your back so your chest was touching the bed and you were looking over your shoulder at him.
"Touch yourself," he demanded.
Your cheek pressed on the mattress as you sunk your fingers deep within yourself, adding a third to fill you to the brim. Your mouth fell agape. The room filled with slapping sounds as you and Hamzah pumped your hands simultaneously.
"My god," he puffed out, his bare chest reddening with the fervor of his movements. "Just like that."
"So tight," you whimpered, feeling yourself clench around your fingers. "I'm dripping for you."
"I can almost f-feel you," he groaned as he pictured himself inside of you. "Fuck, the things I'd do to you..."
"Yeah?" You egged him on, getting restless. "Would you pound into me? Stretching me more than my fingers ever could?"
"Until you're bruised and sore," he promised breathlessly.
His hips began to lift from the bed as he fucked into his left hand, steadying himself on his right forearm. It was impossible for him to lift his jaw closed with the way he felt, his eyes nearly rolling back into the back of his head. Your free hand groped your breasts as your skin burned from his words.
"Are you close, Hamzah?" you asked, familiar with his signs. "Don't you dare cum yet, baby."
"I'm trying," he said through gritted teeth. "I never last long when you're l-like that."
"I love it," you gasped as shocks of electricity coursed through your veins. "Such a mess, all because of me."
"'Cause of you," he echoed, incapable of forming his own thoughts from the pleasure.
The both of your moans filled the air, pushing each other closer to completion. Hamzah's quivering voice, ever so expressive, shouted expletives as he slowly came undone. The pain in your neck went ignored as you took in the pathetic state of him, cumming into his fist and all over himself. His eyes were screwed up as his hips jolted in unison with every spurt of white that left his glossy tip.
Your climax took place soon after he came back down from the clouds, allowing him to watch as your thighs were saturated with your own arousal. He tirelessly pumped his shaft, wanting to ride out every last bit of satisfaction he could from you calling out his name. When your eyes opened and saw him, you shook your hips side to side, letting him ogle you a little longer.
You crashed to the bed and brought the laptop up so you could observe the way he cleaned himself up with a tissue from his nightstand. Your chests rose up and down, trying to oxygenate your lungs after being so breathless for so long. His happy trail was dampened, lying flat against his skin as he swiped away the last bits of moisture from his stomach.
Silently, you rose with trembling legs to grab the closest cloth to clean up your own mess. When you began wiping your inner thighs with your bunched up panties, Hamzah groaned. You bit your lip and bent over to shake your ass, your reddened pussy on display.
"Is it bad I wanted to lick my screen?" he exhaled as you sat back down, not bothering to put any clothes on.
"Stop," you giggled.
"Mail them to me."
"What?" You were still trying to catch your breath.
"Your...panties." The word sounded more obscene leaving his lips.
"I'll have to wash them firstā€”"
"No." He shook his head, resting his hands on his sweaty torso. "Just send them."
"You're filthy," you gasped, grabbing the moisture-laden garment up from the carpet and holding it up. "What do you want them for?"
His cheeks suddenly flushed and you smirked, twirling the lace in your fingers. "You know."
A lazy smile spread across his face as he leaned his head to rest on his bicep, exhaustion beginning to hit him. It was a really fucked up ego boostā€”having him so obsessed with youā€”but up until then youā€™d never actually felt the rhythm of your heartbeat falter from his words. He didnā€™t know his words affected you that much, and even less did he know that he was the only client you actually managed to orgasm with.
ā€œFive hundred.ā€
ā€œDollars?ā€ Your brows shot up.
ā€œNo, pesos,ā€ he joked, eyes half-lidded.
ā€œDo you know the things Iā€™ve done for that kinda money?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t care.ā€ He shrugged.
Behind a screen, he was different. Something like an alter ego would be unleashed, an audacious character he certainly didnā€™t behave like in public spaces. He didnā€™t have to worry about being found out because of his digital anonymity (as anonymous as you can be with your whole face and dick out). In the real world he was an introverted loner, but here, in the darkness of his room with only the LCD screen illuminating his figure, he was free to act as he pleased.
Besides, in the presence of you, he was basically a saint.
ā€œOkay,ā€ you finally said.
ā€œOkay?ā€
ā€œIā€™ll send them over.ā€
ā€œCanā€™t wait.ā€ There was a twinkle in his eyes from the acceptance of his offer.
ā€œTry not to look so smug, angel.ā€
The call ended abruptly and as the light in front of him dimmed, he realized he was getting hard again in anticipation of receiving the parcel.
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a/n: iā€™m realizing i can just post whatever i want on here so hereā€™s this lil idea ive been hiding away for a while!! hope u enjoyed freaks <3
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