#It's so damn hard to ask for help with rejection sensitivity

[discipline-is-power-plus-control]

My life is at a point where I need to invoke Maximum Bad Bitch Energy to cope with all this dumb shit piling up in my lap.

[sugar-omi]

Would it be too out of pocket to say I been thinking about pregnancy sex with Cove 😳

Like I just knowwwwww he thinks you’re the cutest thing all round with his baby, waddling around and needing his help for things and he tells you as much

Or he just does things for you even without you asking for help just because he wants you to be as safe and comfortable during your pregnancy 🥺

And maybe it makes him a little more protective and stuff because I’ve seen tiktoks of guys saying they’ve only gotten more attracted to their wives during pregnancy and even if it’s ooc I’d like to imagine he’s like that 🤭🤭

Like him kissing your fuller boobs and your stomach while fingering you, being scared to fuck for real at first cause he doesn’t wanna hurt the baby even if you tell him it’s fine and he won’t, and of course lactation kink because you’ve covered that before lol

Anyways yeah pregnancy sex with Cove 🤗

no because i was thinking about it too, ages ago but didnt bring it up!

yknow they say pregnancy makes you horny, imagine cove being totally thrown off... but he does try to take care of you...

he'd lay you down delicately, puts you down like he's laying you on fragile clouds and kisses you so softly it leaves you breathless. kisses down your neck, presses feathery kisses down your collarbone and massages your increasingly sensitive tits with his hands, and can't help but tease you by sucking and nibbling on your nipple, twirling and gently pinching the other between his fingers...

"sorry.." he says, coming back up to kiss your lips, his hand sliding over the swell of your belly until his fingers reach your dripping cunt, slipping in one finger, slowly dragging it along your walls before adding another one, rubbing your clit with his thumb for awhile, swallowing those sweet moans before he moves his digits.

leans on his elbow to see how you look. couldn't bring himself to admit the way his cock twitched at how responsive you are, and how fucking beautiful you are..

your sweet, growing belly and how your cunt swallows his fingers, the squelching from his thrusts into your wet pussy echoing so beautifully from between your trembling legs, his fingers hitting that spot inside you that makes you fucking reel with pleasure.

kisses you soothingly when you whine about more, fisting his shirt and curling into him even though you just came. indulges you, presses his fingers against your sensitive g-spot, bullies that spot with his knuckles, reaches as deep in your cunt as you find pleasurable.

surprisingly to him, he finds the way you squirm so cute...

you're just so ethereal with your pregnant belly, so cute, so sweet. everything you do he eats up, he loves it. and is surprised by how much he is loving taking care of you right now.

of course he loves sex with you, that's obvious, and he love's you, that's even more obvious. but fuck. he didn't think he'd be damn near obsessed with fingering and eating out his pregnant wife.

gives you the most romantic fucking head of your life during that time. makes out with your cunt so gently, slips his tongue inside, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and holds your hand while his tongue explores your heat, moaning at the pools of slick spilling on his tongue...

tries to make eye contact with you like he always does, and this time your round belly is in the way.

whenever he eats you out, has one hand on your tummy, the other either holding your shaking legs, trying to keep them from closing, or on your clit.

kisses you and worships you down there. leaves a hickey on your thigh if you keep trying to close your legs around his head or tug on his hair too hard.

even if you convince him it's okay, i truly don't think he'd wanna go all the way frequently, especially not when you're close to due date (unless you need help inducing, then he could probably lend a hand..)

but god imagine this when he first rejecting you...

he'd damn near cry seeing his poor pregnant wife trying to get off with her dildo, bouncing on it so prettily, your back sweaty and shaking from bringing your hips down so hard

it's not that you're having fun without him, it's that you look so pitiful, so sad. and when you make eye contact with cove, you look so desperate. begging your husband to do something, anything! to please just fuck you!

he'd grab you up in his arms, kisses you until you're both breathless and tells you he loves you, missed you all day, that he'll take care of you so just lay down and let him...

lets out such a pretty hybrid of a moan, whimper, and a groan. it's such a strangled, pathetic sound... he hasn't been inside you since you told him you're pregnant. can hardly breathe now that he's wrapped up in your heat again, didn't even realize how he missed this too... (cannot admit without blushing and dying that he got used to the months of bountiful raw sex...)

can't bring himself to sink in all the way, knows he's big, and he's just too nervous.

and fuck, if he doesn't make love to you right now.. cages you in his arms, face buried in your neck, kissing softly and muttering about how he loves you so much. you're so beautiful, let him take care of everything for the next year, in fact, for forever...

can't help but ramble about how amazing you are for carrying life, for wanting to have his baby, thank you for marrying him and giving him a family, you're so amazing... god, why are you so beautiful. you're even more attractive than before if that was even possible, can't explain it, he feels like he'll explode if he does try.

even if you interrupt him with a kiss, tells you in between kisses that he'll take care of your sexual needs from now on... he promises, he'll make you feel good... really, really good... as many times as you want...

sits up so he can watch you, make sure you're okay, see how beautiful you are...

curses at how his head spins seeing you take half of his cock, your pretty, puffy cunt stretched around his length, trying to take him deeper in your warm walls, and the pretty swell of your belly, still early on...

you're too gorgeous. he can't take it. wants to cry, probably, definitely, does. you're just too perfect.

kisses your tears when you start crying because of all his sweet words and sweeter love making, holds your hands, lets go only to rub your clit and tries to keep himself from cumming just yet, waiting for you to cream on his cock already..

but also imagine him fucking you with your toys.

a wand against your clit and cove on your back, either way you go you're running into a wall of pleasure.

it must be embarrassing for some of you, cove fully clothed while he holds your naked form against his chest, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you. you've been extra horny today, begging and clawing at cove for just a little bit of his touch...

or him fucking that pretty jelly pink dildo into your cunt, so softly too... the strokes long and slow, almost painful against your wet walls.

he just can't be rough with you, not like you guys usually might be.

moves his wrist expertly, quickly thrusting it into you, the soft toy bumping against your insides, nudging your cervix, urging more slick from your needy cunt. bullying the toy against your g-spot, grinding it's head into your gummy walls even though you're clenched so tightly around it...

takes care of you as long as you need. loves it, is probably too eager to drop everything just to get you off, but it's not his fault his pregnant wife needs him! you're just getting heavier and sweeter by the day, so if you need to ride him until you're cooled down enough to take your afternoon nap, he's happy to help you <3

[vampshxde]

I was wondering if maybe you could do jealous Dabi? Maybe you were hanging out with another villain or something, and he saw, up to you! Take as long as you need!

Just A Friend?

Dabi x F!Reader

I was honestly excited to do this request. I didn't know if you wanted NSFW or SFW, so I was thinking a little mix of both?

Well, you originally met the League through a friend. That friends name was Twice, and he seemed to be a decently valued member. As well as he seemed comfortable. Well, he set you up with this mysterious guy, Dabi. It's like an emo bad boy from the league. He has burns, which are only connected to his normal skin with staples. The date was quite fun. He took you out to an abandoned area and let you kick shit around. Another great thing was that you were put on a couple of missions with him. This helped you two get closer, and soon enough, you asked him out. Let's just say it shattered you when he rejected your confession. He said he was too busy and worked too hard for his plan to get distracted by dumb relationships. Asshole.

However, He wasn't worth your time anyway. Let's just say it wasn't all that fun when you, Twice, and Dabi were put on a mission together. It's a pretty suicide based mission. Twice ended up getting severely injured, and in the back of the van taking you guys back, you were sitting on his thighs, trying to clean his face of his own blood. Your hands carefully took care of his wounds as well as you could while in the moving vehicle. In fear of you hurting yourself, he placed a hand on your hip to make sure you wouldn't fall off. Between you two, it was just innocent. But to someone else, well... He was an irrelevant Asshole.

He hated this next week. You. You. You. Constantly making Twice food, feeding him. It was unbearable. His thumb ran a line on his cheek. The black nail polish cold is no stranger to the feeling of the metal staples. He couldn't stand it. Seeing you fucking babying the dipshit. "He's a fucking grown man ya know?" His tone was slightly aggravated. "I do, but he's injured!.." You rolled your eyes, which he couldn't see as you were turned to Twice, who chuckled. "Watcha laughing at Two face?" Dabi hissed out in the direction. "Nothing... NO NO I'm laughing at _____ she rolled her eyes!" Damn Twice and his contradicting self. Gave you up to the Asshole.

"Hm." Was the noise Dabi made. Why did he make that noise? It made you slightly anxious as he seemed to be thinking. Soon enough, your question is answered. Walking into your room for the night, a candle lit with a blue flame lit the corner of your room. The curtain pulled over your window. Your hand ran along the wall to find the light switch before smelling cigarettes. "Dabi?" Of course you knew his smell. It was all you could think about. "Ding ding ding. Did the blue flame give it away, ____?" He smirked and used his finger to make a small flame. Lighting up his face for you. "Cmon, sweetheart.. really? Twice? That's your next best option?" Huh?.. what is this Asshole talking about? "What? What do you mean?"

"You know damn well what I mean. Quit fucking babying him. He was barely injured." He scoffed, and honestly, this was pissing you off. "One, why the hell do you care in the first place? Go back to focusing on your stupid fucking plan or whatever." "I am focused on my plan, but I can't focus all that well when I'm so used to being drooled over." "Fuck off." You didn't hesitate at all. Cutting him off as he said "over." "Now what's two?" "Huh?" He was confusing you cause he doesn't give fucking context. "You said "One," so where's two?" Your eyes met his and just glared. From one second to the next, all you can remember is being picked up by your hips. Making out with the hot mouthed man. Feeling the cold metal run along your skin. Bouncing and feeling the cold metal pressed against your sensitive nipples. Waking up on top of a heated burnt man. Shit. It always ends up like this. With this damn Asshole.

This has been put off a lot as I started school up and just helped a family member move into their dorm(apartment kinda??) But it's finally done! It's short as it's an ask, so I'm just running through.

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[polyshodivorce]

For the specific headcanon thing: Saki and if you do the vocaloids then the eepiest Luka (wxs Luka) aswell

Saki-chan❤️❤️ ADHD girlie (I think it runs in the Tenma family lmao) She’s super excitable and loud, but especially the rejection sensitivity aspect of adhd; The way she would push herself too hard without consideration of her own health, constantly feeling as if she were a burden to her friends and family, and generally blaming herself for things that aren’t her fault.

THE polyamorous lesbian ever. Definitely the kind of little girl who told all her friends she was gonna marry them one day and she damn well MEANT IT.

I think she’s wanted a pet sooo bad ever since she was little, full on begging and sobbing, but it never happened. She wanted a dog bc Honami had a dog, but that was a No bc one of the Tenma parents is allergic to fur. So she started asking for a parrot and THAT was a hard No because they already have a loud biped creature in their home(Tsukasa). So she started asking for a lizard but her brother would pass away violently if they kept bugs in their home to feed it so No again. Now she’s cracked the code and she’s asking for a rodent. Less fur, not as noisy, and very cute. like a ferret or hamster. She has her own job so all she needs is parental approval…. She WILL get what she wants I believe in her.

Or she’ll impulse buy the pet AND all the supplies then cry to Tsukasa to convince their parents to let her keep it(because ofc she already named it). She’s suuuuper bad about impulse buying now that she doesn’t have to rely on an allowance. All she wants to do is shop with her friends or brothers then keeps picking up extra shifts to earn her money back loll

Didn’t consider doing vocaloids but yes I will<3 Luka’s lullabies can put ANYONE to sleep(even herself). If the Wonderland Sekai is quiet, it’s usually because everyone’s taking a nap on her lap or against her shoulders after she sang for them. It even works on the plushies! Kaito takes the momentary peace to work on their scripts, so he’s very grateful and can’t help gazing fondly at his troupe while they nap together.

Nene and Rui have the worst sleeping habits out of WxS. Nene bc she gets sucked into gaming and Rui on his building projects. Luka usually pops up on their phone when it’s getting late to remind them to take a break for the night, but she’s never there to scold or rush them. Luka will be happy to sit with them until they’ve finished up what they were doing and then hum them a lullaby to help them fall asleep afterwards.

[dido-reblogs]

remunerate ● choi yeonjun

warnings: collage au, handjob and blowjob, praise, slight degradation, slight angst, possesiveness lmk if there is anything else

you felt like there was no way out. even though it was a simple project, you didn't seem to get it short out. it seemed like the only way to get through with this damn project was to ask yeonjun's help.

it would be a lot easier to ask for a favour from him if you weren't head over heels in love with him. he was always on top of everything, this included extremely difficult collage classes.

"you are always on top of everything so my only way to submit the project before deadline is your help. please help me yeonjun." you practically begged on your knees. he must pity you like this, right? unfortunately you had no idea what was crossing his mind. "Y/N, did you really have to wait for the one minute before midnight? it is due tomorrow. it would take our whole day." he simply rejected. yet what he difn't know is that you were determined. you could lose your scholarship after all. "please yeonjun, i really need your help. you are my only hope." you continued to beg.

"is that so?" you nodded as an answer. he smirked before thrust out his hand for you to help you get up. thinking you finally persuaded him, you held his hand.

"okay, i agree only with one condition." your face lighted up for a moment before realization hit. everything had a price. it should be no surprise to you yet you, for a moment, thought that somebody would help out. naivety. that was what it was. even more naive than expected clueless to what his condition was.

that's how you got here. right this moment on your knees after finishing your stupid assignment. god how pitiful you must look.

"yeonjun, i got to confess something." he caresses your cheeks and lifts your hair up to look at him. "yes, i am listening." you are not sure if this is the right time to confess but with the courage this moment gives, you decide to confess your feelings. but even though you basically agreed to use your body for his pleasure in exchange of some last minute papers to be written, you still had pride and didn't want to be only one time use whore for him.

"i love you. that's why i agreed to do this. i wouldn't be on my knees for anyone else. i am not a whore." shocked by your confession, he stops caressing your face. feeling of rejection filling your mind, pulsating like no ever.

he doesn't say anything. removing his pants without blessing you with a response. selfish him. he is selfish but you love him.

so you hug his hard cock with your hands first. back and forth movements against his cock. your pace fastens. his moaning starts.

"that's it, that's a good fucking girl. making me so happy. what a good little helper you are." smiling and whimpering to his praise, it is like you forgot you just confessed to him and he said nothing. your grip tightens around him.

thinking this will probably be the last time, too as much as it is the first time, you study his reactions. how sensitive he is. how whiny he is. how beautiful he is. angelic sounds he makes. facial expressions of his blessing your soul how you might not see those again.

you decide to take him in your mouth crisscrossing your handjob agreement. you want to taste him. you are sure he doesn't mind. so when you get a yes please from him you immediately find yourself toying with his dick with your tongue. teasing him a little.

"don't tease. be my good girl. be my only good girl." his possesive language making the butterflies dance in your stomach. his taste blowing your mind. you start to take him in your mouth. sucking and licking his member while trying to breathe and not choke. his moaning get louder. begging for you to continue. "you are doing so good, such a- a good girl. mine, all mine."

you are not sure if these words are his way of returning your feelings but you are also busy with trying to make most of this moment.

your hand holding the length you cannot fit, his thrusts to your mouth, you doing your best in sucking him, he feels like he is heaven. "the very fucking best fuck i have had. why not earlier, hm? you shy little thing. too shy to confess." you only bring your gaze upon him as an answer since your tries to hum fails. he smirks and confesses "i would have done it for free but thought it is the only way to be with you. but now i see i have an eager girl willing to be my only girl. i will reward her by using her." you struggle to moan as your mouth is full.

"i am close, keep going! just like that, good girl~" he says and you contunie what you have been doing but harder. bringing him closer to edge but suddenly he pulls out just as he was about to cum and starts strocking himself "open your mouth, you want a taste, you will get that taste. but shallow it for me. okay?"

a/n: it has barely has any editing due to my appointment with dentist today. i was suffering so sorry for that. some sentences i worked hard to find the perfect version but not every sentence. like i said due to toothache. so sorry. i planed to release it today so that's what i did.

[lady-lys]

Mine (Harry x MC) 16+

Takes place on Confession Day. Originally posted in Canals of Sensitivity.

Maybe I’ll finish this at a later time, I’m going to sleep now—

xxx

“I refuse.”

The words hit you hard, despite knowing it was coming. It was like a stab in the heart with a knife.

“I’m being honest with you. I don’t want to be with you.”

Now he was twisting said knife.

You felt so stupid. Why did you confess? You knew this was going to happen. So utterly stupid. This was a damn waste of your time and effort.

You closed the chat room without saying another word, turning your phone off entirely before walking into the bathroom. You regretted taking a look in the mirror as you passed by it. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying.

You hated crying and you felt as if he didn’t deserve your tears. You couldn’t help it though, you cried when you felt extreme emotions, and right now you felt angry.

Maybe later you’ll feel sad but right now you feel angry. At who, you weren’t sure. Maybe at yourself for being so stupid for confessing. Maybe at Piu-Piu for making you believe this was a good idea. Maybe at Harry for being so arrogant and cold.

You needed a distraction, so you turned on the shower and set the water temperature to cold. A shock is exactly what you need, and you need to cool off from the hot anger you felt.

You stayed in there until your body became numb from the cold, quickly drying yourself off and not bothering to put on any clothes before flopping down on your bed. You were emotionally exhausted and drifted off to sleep within seconds of your head meeting the pillow.

xxx

“Piu-Piu, why hasn’t she responded?”

Harry frowned as he waited half an hour now for your reply.

“I’m not able to locate her. Her device seems to be offline. Can you blame her though?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you broke her heart! The probability of love between you was a good 92% chance and now it’s down to 0%!”

“Ugh. I didn’t reject her because I don’t like her. I just didn’t want to mess up what we already have. But it seems like I already did.”

Harry thought back on his words. He would have explained his reasoning by now if you hadn’t left the chat abruptly. He had to explain himself.

“Tell me where she is.”

He paced around his hotel room, patience running thin.

“You know I can’t reveal tha—“

“I do not care. Talking to her is part of my life pattern and I’m about to lose her. I cannot lose her.”

“Well.. when you put it that way.”

xxx

Harry wasted no time summoning Big Guy to drive him to a location 20 minutes from the hotel he was staying at in the south part of the city.

“Do not wait for me. I will call you when I am done.”

Harry briefly informed Big Guy as he stepped out of the car and into the cold night.

“But sir—“

Harry closed the door on him before he could hear the rest of his sentence.

“What floor is she on?”

Harry whispered into his phone as he made his way across the quiet lobby and towards the elevators.

“Her last known location indicates she is on the third floor.”

Harry waited impatiently as the elevator made its way up the floors. As soon as the doors opened, he rushed out and into the long corridor of doors.

“Which one is it?”

“Keep going, keep goi— here! On your right.”

Harry firmly knocked on your door. No answer.

“Why isn’t she opening her door?”

“I’m not sure, I can’t detect her when her device is offline.”

He knocks again, contemplating throwing down the door, but before he could finish the thought, the door opens and reveals you. Wrapped in nothing but thin silk bed sheets.

“Mmm, what can I help you wi-“

A cute yawn escapes your lips mid sentence. It seems the situation hasn’t quite dawned on you, making Harry smirk.

“Hello, MC.”

The deep voice you have grown to know so well finally snaps you completely awake, your eyes shooting up to meet his.

“Wha-how did you find me?!”

You asked in disbelief. You must still be dreaming. This has got to be a dream.

“I forced Piu-Piu to help me find you. I had to explain myself, but you left the chat abruptly before I could.”

Harry spoke quietly, not wanting this private matter to be heard by any neighbors.

You had forgotten entirely about what had happened hours prior, and the realization fell on you like a bucket of ice water. Your shocked expression quickly turned into a scowl.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

You snapped, closing the door on him before he stopped it with his hand. There was no way you could close it now with his strength.

“Could you at least listen to me for a minute? I can’t lose you!”

His words shocked you, making you step back for a second. Harry took this as an opportunity to quickly make his way inside your apartment, locking the door behind him.

“Lose me? You never even had me!”

You shouted, gripping the silk sheets wrapped around you tighter. You only now noticed your clothing situation, or lack thereof. Harry was now able to check you out completely as you were no longer hiding behind the door. His eyes darkened.

“I refuse to lose you. You are mine.”

He said sternly as he took a step towards you. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his possessive words. No, you couldn’t let this slide. You wouldn’t let him get away with this.

“Yours? So now you want me?”

You scoffed, turning your face away from him. He made his way to you, grabbing your face and making you look up to him.

“I said I didn’t want to be with you.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear before he continued.

“I never said I didn’t want you.”

Another shiver went down your back. You hope he didn’t notice the effect he is having on you. You grab his wrist and pull his hand away from your face, careful to not drop the sheets around your body with one hand.

“You’re too late now, Harry.”

You whisper back to him, before making your way to the door. He follows behind your every step.

“Now leave.”

You say coldly as you open the door for him, only for him to slam it back shut, an arm on either side of your head as he leans down so close to you that you can smell his expensive cologne.

“Listen to me, MC. I don’t want to ruin what we already have. I don’t want to add conflict and pressure. Why can’t you understand that what we already have is perfect?”

He glares down on you as you look up at him in shock. Anger slowly flares inside you.

“Isn’t it a little too late for you to be saying that? What we had is already ruined! I don’t want to waste my time on you any longer. I was stupid to attempt anything with you!”

You shouted up at him, trying to escape his enclosed space by punching his chest with your free hand, the other still securely holding your bedsheets. He firmly grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.

“Stop that. Listen to me.”

He says coldly, voice unwavering.

“No, Harry! You listen to me! I am done with you, I never want to see you aga—“

Your shouting is abruptly stopped with a harsh kiss. Your eyes widen as he absolutely devours your mouth. Just as quickly as he came crashing down on your lips, he left them, only a trail of saliva left connecting you.

“Don’t say that to me.”

He glares down at you, his dark eyes dark full of hunger. You want to punch him so bad. How dare he make you feel this way after he just rejected you earlier in the day! You try to unpin yourself from his grip but this only makes him press against you, completely pinning your body to the door. You suddenly feel something hard poking against your leg.

“You are mine.” He growls against your ear before he takes it between his teeth, lightly pulling on it.

“Mine.”

And he was absolutely right.

You would always be his.

[gorey-maiden]

Slashers react to you having a panic attack-

Michael:

you where home alone while Michael was out doing whatever he does, you where sitting on your bed waiting to get a massage from your dream college you sat there anxiously your hand playing with the hem of your sweater just then you heard a sing for your laptop you clicked on the email and began to skim over it to get straight to the point "we're sorry to inform you" is all you had to read you fail, tears began to fall down your cheeks as you start to shake "I try so hard am I just stupid?..." you ask yourself as your thoughts swirled in your mind and throat became sore shaking you were startled by the sound of the bedroom door creaking open, you look up to see your boyfriend standing there tilting his head "oh hey love-" you hiccup and wipe your face forcing a sad smile he walks up to you and sits on the edge of the bed he puts a piece of your hair behind your ear looking at you with concerned eyes "uhm its stupid I-I just got rejected from my college" you say looking at your hand with embarrassment he pulls you in close and leans you on his chest, you listen to his heartbeat calming you down who knew Michael had a heart.

Thomas:

you were standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes while waiting on dinner you heard screaming coming from the front door Thomas comes walking quickly down to the basement with a girl over his shoulder and a guy being pulled by his hair you've had a bad past with loud noises and confrontations so you hated it luda gave you a worried look noticing the quickening of your breath and the stressed look on your face she give you a nod and you go upstairs to the bedroom that you and Thomas shared, you sat on the bed with your legs crossed under you and a small blanket over your shoulders "damn it (y/n) wait cant you stop being so sensitive" you thought as you clasped your hands together leaning them on your forehead closeing your eyes tight trying to block out the blood curdling screams coming from downstairs, after that didn't work and you started to shake you flop backwards and put a pillow over your head the muffled sounds seemed to help not knowing how much time had past you felt a presents beside you, you raise the pillow enough to see Thomas looking at you with worried eyes he wipes your cheek not even knowing you had been crying "I'm fine huh just a little overstimulated" I say with a soft laugh but he didn't seem amused, he walk to the other side of the bed kick off his shoes and joining me the pulls me to lay myself on top of him he rups my arm and plays with my hair "I love you tommy" I say nuzzling into his neck.

Billy&stu

you were sitting at your desk studying for your final exam before summer break you've been very stressed out all night staying up until 1am trying to figure things out "shit shit shit what if I fail my parents are gonna be so mad I'm gonna have to start the whole grade over again" you think as you start to shake and cry, you try to get up to get some fresh air but instead sliding down the door of your bedroom laying on the cool floor, you had at thought and pulled out your phone shakily and called up your boyfriends knowing they where the only thing that could help "hello? (y/n) is everything okay" billy says you called him knowing stu is probably over at his house like always and stu never picks up the phone "n-no please come over I really need you two right now" I say sobbing into the phone "okay baby we'll be over right away" he say hanging up the phone a few minutes pass and you hear taps on your window you go and open the curtains seeing your teo dorky boyfriends crawling on the over hand of your house, you open the window "thanks for coming" I say huging them when they step inside "aw pup its alright we'll always be here" stu say huging you back tightly, they pull me over to my bed and throw the sheet over us they squeeze you in the middle and cuddle you till your hearts content after telling them what's wrong.

Jason:

you where taking a stowell as you usually did since it was boring when jason would go and set traps, where walking in the main part of the camp when you see a truck of teens roll up you were confused on how they got in since the gate was rushed shut "hey sweetie what's a cutie like you doing in the dangerous woods" a sleazy guy says being out of the car along with his other friends "yeah why don't you join us we'll show you a good time promise" another guy say closing close to me grabbing my arm "No I'm fine thanks" you say trying to pull away but the guys try to grab you and pull me towards the car you punched a in the face and knee a guy in the stomach running from the group hearing them laugh, you run to the share cabin and sat on the couch feeling the bruises of where the guys had grabbed you, you start to shake and bawl your eyes out you look up the see Jason standing with his machete dropping out to the floor and quickly walking over to you he sits by you puting you on his lap cradling you , you see him sign "are you alright?" "yeah I'm okay what did you do with them" I say already knowing "I saw them hurt you so I hurt them 10× more" he signed noting his chin on the top of your head "I love you" you say hugging his neck, you could feel the blush radiating off of him.

[creative-anchorage]

[ID: gifs of Ian McKellen reading snippets of a coming out letter for Letters Live. End ID.]

Transcript of full letter:

Dear Mama, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write. I have friends who think I’m foolish to write this letter. I hope they’re wrong. I hope their doubts are based on parents who loved and trusted them less than mine do. I wouldn’t have written, I guess, if you hadn’t told me about your involvement in the Save Our Children campaign. That, more than anything, made it clear that my responsibility was to tell you the truth that your own child is homosexual, and that I never needed saving from anything, except the cruel and ignorant piety of people like Anita Bryant. 

I’m sorry, Mama, not for what I am, but for how you must feel at this moment. I know what that feeling is, for I felt it most of my life. Revulsion, shame, disbelief. Rejection to fear of something I knew even as a child was as basic to my nature as the color of my eyes. 

No, Mama, I wasn’t “recruited.” No seasoned homosexual ever served as my mentor. But you know what? I wish someone had. I wish someone older than me and wiser than they people in Orlando had taken me aside and said, “it’s alright kid. You can grow up to be a doctor or a teacher just like everyone else. You’re not crazy or sick or evil. You can succeed and be happy and find peace with friends—all kinds of friends—who don’t give a damn who you go to bed with. Most of all though, you can love and be loved, without hating yourself for it.” But no one ever said that to me, Mama. I had to find it out on my own, with the help of the city that has become my home. 

I know this must be hard for you to believe but San Francisco is full of men and women both straight and gay who don’t consider sexuality in measuring the worth of another human being. These aren’t radicals or weirdos, Mama, they’re shop clerks, and bankers, and little old ladies, and people who nod and smile to you when you meet them on the bus. Their attitude is neither patronizing nor pitying and their message is so simple: yes, you’re a person. Yes, I like you. Yes, it’s alright for you to like me too.

I know what you must be thinking now. You’re asking yourself: What did we do wrong? How did we let this happen? Which one of us made him that way? I can’t answer that, Mama. In the long run, I guess I really don’t care. All I know is this: if you and Papa are responsible for the way I am, then I thank you with all my heart, for it’s the light and joy of my life. I know I can’t tell you what it is to be gay. But I can tell you what it’s not. It’s not hiding behind words, Mama. Like family and decency and Christianity. It’s not fearing your body, or the pleasures that God made for it. It’s not judging you neighbor, except when he’s crass or unkind. Being gay has taught be tolerance, compassion, and humility. It has shown me the limitless possibilities of living. It has given me people whose passion and kindness and sensitivity have provided a constant source of strength. It has brought me into the family of Man, Mama, and I like it here, I like it. 

There’s not much else I can say, except, that I’m the same Michael you’ve always known. You just know me better now. Please don’t feel you have to answer this right away, it’s enough for me to know that I no longer have to lie to the people who taught me the value of truth. Maryanne sends her love. Everything is fine, at 28 Barberry Lane.

Your loving son, Michael

Watch: The power and vulnerability in his voice needs to be heard.

[lonita]

25 Things You Do as an Adult When You’ve Experienced Childhood Emotional Abuse

Emotional abuse can manifest differently. It leaves scars, pain, and sorrows that you don’t remember having. Especially when it happens in your childhood. As an adult you have the stability to handle it, but as a kid? It stays with you for the rest of your life. But how exactly do you behave when you’re emotionally abused as a child? TheMighty recently asked their community about it and the results were heartbreaking.

1 - Conflict - Hearing other people's fights ... freezes me up. I feel stuck sometimes, too; like a fly trapped on paper it can't get off of. Or, rather, a deer trapped in a car's headlights. 2 - Compliments - Sometimes I have no idea what to do with them. I think that with some kinds of compliments, I just have no idea how to attach to it or have contact with it. 3 - Achievements - With me, I just try to never get myself into situations where I might be forced to ask for evaluation. That way, I'll never have to know. I just don't ask people's opinions. If they offer, I take it; but I do my best not to openly fish for it. 4 - Asocial - Sort of. I don't like parties, large groups of people, I always feel lost in them. I end up hiding in a corner at parties, feeling that I'm not a part of the group, that no one will be interested in my company. I like small groups, or one-on-one. 5 - Trust issues - Well I'm sure not very good at having faith in people. 11 - Rejecting love - As desperate as might be for it, I avoid situations where it might happen. 14 - Don't ask for help - I used to be terrible for it; I didn't want anyone to think I was stupid. I still don't want to be thought of as stupid. My life is so solitary most of the time, though, that being self-sufficient is sort of necessary. 15 - Growing attached - I have an issue that way, but I'm not going into that openly. But yeah, attachment issues. They're there. 16 - Shy - I was horribly timid as a child; so much so that my one Aunt nick-named me "Mousie". I'm better at talking with people now, but I'm still not ... forward. 17 - Hiding parts of yourself - All the time, every day. 18/19 - Low self-esteem/self-worth - Well, it's hard to have that when you grew up with an alcoholic who had no problem calling you a cunt. It's also hard to find value in yourself when you grew up with someone who spent all their time talking about how great other people were, but never said good things to you. It happened so rarely, in fact, that I received compliments from the people who raised me, that it would shock me when it happaned. 22 - Pacifism - I used to avoid conflict like it was an unholy plague. 24 - Don't know the kind of person you are - That's for damned sure. I feel, sometimes, that whatever is on the outside does not match whatever is on the inside. More specifically, I don't know who this external person is; and, a great deal of the time, I don't want to be it, or it appears like a stranger to me.

When growing up, the raising that we receive has much to do with our coping skills as an adult. And I have noticed that I, and other victims of emotional abuse, have certain behaviors that separate us from the rest. If you, or someone you know was a victim of abuse, then you may want to read through these. Just being able to understand where another person is coming from, or understanding yourself better, can make all the difference.

4 - You Are Tough, But Also Very Sensitive - Gawd I can take a lot - sarcasm, ribbing, crap - but not all the time, not every day. Sometimes I wish people would just be chill and quiet and say something nice to me. 6 - You Are Self-Disciplined - Not really, but I sure have gotten used to a life where I don't take certain kinds of help from people. 9 - You Have a Defensive Nature - I won't deny that. I don't take well to being thought of as stupid. I don't always understand a person's motives in what they say to me. 13 - Constantly Beating Yourself Up - I take on a lot of gut-rotting guilt for simple things sometimes, misperceived slights or offences I only think I've caused - generally there's no basis. The other party's forgotten about it. 14 - Having Issues Getting Close to Others - I do very well at things when I can keep people at arm's length, keep control of the situation. 15 - You Are Quiet - No, talkative, sharing, but a friend once said that I was very good at talking about myself without saying anything. I do like my down time though. 18 - You Don't Feel Valid - No, never. 20 - You Are Angry - I'm not a violent person, not that kind of angry. I'm… frustrated angry, crying angry, sad angry. Lost time, lost opportunities, opportunities that I never got but should have. 26 - You Are Humble - No, I don't think so; but I don't deal well with people complimenting me for having been so tough, or how I deal with my disability, or anything like that. My life was my life. I don't feel like I've done anything special or noble. Especially since I'm far from perfect and have many flaws.

[missspringthyme]

March 15th, 2024

I got very little sleep because I went to bed in the morning, but I woke up about an hour after the notes from my supervisor came back. There were 10 notes, but reading them was an immense feat of mental strength and courage. My rejection sensitivity is going off the rails here lol.

I spent most of today forcing myself to read the notes, and then breaking them down so they felt more manageable. Most of them were quick fixes, but even a singular wording change in a sentence felt like a herculean task.

At a certain point, everyone in the kitchen started discussing these chocolate protein puddings that are sold that are actually incredibly fucking delicious. Health versions of food is usually worse than the regular versions, this is an exception. German-american and I absolutely adore them, the boys had never tried them, so we all decided to march down and grab some pots for all of us.

At the grocery store I also found out they sell mango lassis which is crazy, so I bought one in addition to some other groceries I need. My regular muesli has been missing for a little while now and I'm a little concerned that it's not coming back.

We all sat around the table and enjoyed our pots of pudding, the boys agreed that it was pretty damn good, but for some reason, TCA got vanilla instead of chocolate. Afterwards, german-american got us to watch the Taylor Swift eras tour movie. Everyone protested but it ended up being kinda fun, ironically the person who complained the most (authentic Australian) ended up being the most invested.

I worked on the proposal notes while it played, but I ended up getting stuck on what that had been causing me issues even before I had sent the first draft to my supervisor. I had found next to no papers discussing a specific aspect of connectivity in the basal ganglia except for one published in 2001. My supervisor then commented and said that what I had described was a bit of an older way of viewing the concept and that the second supervisor had actually worked on the newer way of thinking so I should probably change it. In his note, he referenced a paper that no matter how hard I tried I could not find. I was ready to bash my computer into a wall, and nothing was being helped by being severely sleep deprived.

As I stared into the wall ahead of me, authentic Australian looked over and asked me if I was alright. He convinced me to either (a) go to bed and finish in the morning or (b) go take a shower and come back to it. I chose option b.

I had been trying to save my shower for after the proposal was done, as a treat, but it was the right choice to make. I listened to some Starstruck and let my eyes take a rest. If I look in the mirror, all my capillaries have burst.

I came back refreshed and ready to take on the final note. One reference and one sentence, that's all I needed to do. Magically I found everything I needed after the shower, and everything flowed pretty easily.

Submitting the proposal was a victory I celebrated by watching the rest of the concert. By the time we got to the end, authentic Australian, german-american, and I were the only ones left. Only after the credits rolled, we realized there was another 30 minutes of the 'acoustic version' or something. I dipped out then and finally got to sleep.

[snowieluna]

Random post popped up reminding me that Viibryd exists and I used to take it. The brain zaps were hell, and my doctor didn't believe that was a side effect 🙃

Life is weird. Last week I freaked out because JR is moving to the lab. Body had a "our powers combined" moment of shitty things that led to me crying in the bathroom at work, then continuing to cry at my station while trying to hide it. Period was early, I made a small mistake not cleaning the pill counter sooner, JR pointing that out triggered rejection sensitivity, and Daylight Savings seemed to be bringing on seasonal depression.

So when I found out he was going, I panicked. I got attached super quick and didn't want him to go. Also felt a little conflicted because I had decided to stay in filling rather than pursue moving to the lab partly because of him. I thought he was pretty cool and I wanted to get to know him better. But I learned that he's been wanting to move to the lab for months, and it feels shitty not being happy for him. But him leaving brought up a bunch of memories from CR leaving at the last job. How I had to go outside so I could cry in peace and try to breathe. That bad pain in your chest from being abandoned again. (Yeah dramatic brain is dramatic.)

So when I was back at my station and trying to calm down, I was failing. Because I'm partly focused on trying to breathe, trying to fill testosterone orders, and trying to not be super obvious with my current breakdown. So I'm breaking boxes from packing syringes when my brain goes to "I could cut myself with my box cutter. It could look like an accident. It might help. It'd be logical to be crying from a bad cut. And maybe I'd feel better. The pain is a little shock. And I deserve it, right? I'm a shitty friend for not being happy for him." But I pushed past the thought. And honestly later on, he kind of made me feel better. I'm not sure if he noticed that I was off, but he got me talking about music and it helped.

So onto this week. I went in, depressed that he was probably not going to be there, but he was still in filling. I heard bits of him talking to the others in Spanish, that he might be staying until our other coworker gets back from vacation. (Which tbh I kinda thought would happen. It doesn't make sense to have us down two people at night.) But he was kinda in an off mood, besides me still being in depression mode, so the vibes have been weird.

Now another coworker from the day shift has moved to nights, so that helps with us being short. So now JR is gonna start lab stuff on Friday. I've been trying to be less reliant on him this week. Bugging him less for help. A different coworker from the day shift joked that I should be asking JR for help when I couldn't reach something today, and I kinda shot back "Well he's leaving me, so..." So later on when I carried a bunch of meds downstairs, he was like "Hey! You're good. You don't even need me." It still kinda hurt, like no dude, I'm still gonna miss you.

Finally got the courage to be like "So I've had something I wanted to ask, but I didn't want to freak you out." Cue our coworker popping back up to drop off the pill counter. Yo my heart was pounding. Like damn I've been psyching myself the past ten minutes 😭 After she went back downstairs, I continued. "So you remember I said I was in an open relationship? Well, is that something you'd be interested in?" And he said right now, no, but it's nothing he'd freak out about. I said something like "That's fine. I had to ask, though. You're really cute." 🙈 He said he appreciated the directness, and we both agreed that signals are hard to read. He seemed a tiny bit flustered after, but we went to visit the pharmacist's bulldog downstairs. Then I babbled about cosplay, and it felt comfortable again.

Like obviously I'm bummed I won't get to do anything with him. Hell, he accidentally flicked me with his hair earlier when he turned quick and I was more like 😳 than annoyed I got hit in the face. He's still gonna give me the doki dokis tomorrow, but I'm glad I got to ask, and not keep thinking "what if." Plus he knows how I feel and if he changes his mind, I'm here 😆

So I guess that's the end of that? I'm hoping we still get to catch up more on breaks sometimes.

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

Ahsoka/Chase Random Thoughts:

Ahsoka is the type of girlfriend who loves wearing their partner's clothes, and she approaches the task of stealing Chase's flannels like a stealth operation. Figuring out how the dressing function on his capsule works and subsequently where his clothes are stored is very important intel. And yes, as she told Bree when the bionic girl caught her, she knows could have just asked Chase for one of his flannels, but, as Anakin taught her, sometimes the hard way is the fun way to do things.

I don't know if its fanon or from legends, but I ran across a post saying that togrutas purr, so... the first time the Elite Force ever hears Ahsoka purr is when she falls asleep cuddling next to Chase.

When Rex first meets Chase, he treats him with a mild (professionalism comes first) 'you-are-dating-my-little-sister-if-you-hurt-her-i-will-end-you' intimidation tactic. But upon learning about Chase's background, immediately switches to treating him like one of his brothers, and the two of them end up becoming very close. (Of all the Davenports, Rex actually admires Leo the most, as a natborn having such complete familial love for the genetically-engineered superhumans that he repeatedly risks his own life for them is something Rex considers to be rare, and doesn't even completely understand)

While I hate the androids plot line in Elite Force, and normally write it out ( I'm of the opinion now that it wouldn't take that many months for Ahsoka and Chase to start dating anyways), it would be amusing if the reason all the androids rejected Chase and swarmed Kaz was because Ahsoka sabotaged their programming. Helping Chase come to his senses (and see what's right in front of him) while simultaneously tormenting Kaz. Two birds with one stone.

Chase is terrified of Ahsoka meeting Adam (after they start dating), because of what happened with Sabrina, as well as his insecurities. Problem is, he's far too embarrassed to discuss any of this with Ahsoka, so his anxiety just builds to a crescendo the days leading up to Adam's arrival. Kaz beats him to the punchline, though, by intentionally triggering Spike. And Spike in a cramped penthouse is not a good situation. Though caught off guard, Ahsoka ends up using the force to shut down the Commando App and wake Chase up.

After the Spike incident, and "The Intruder" episode, Ahsoka tries to teach Chase to connect with the Force enough to try and control his bionics even if the Commando App activates or his chip is hacked; this doesn’t work completely, but it helps give Chase a little more control. (I do think Chase could be mildly force-sensitive because he was able to deactivate the Triton App; Leo almost certainly is because he's too damn lucky) Ahsoka also studies his bionics much more diligently, wanting to understand how they work, and how she can help him when he glitches or something else goes wrong.

Ahsoka still struggles with coming to terms with what happened to her on Mortis, and after Chase brings Skylar's powers back, she asks Chase to try and help her determine if there's anything weird, wrong, or unusual about her midi-chlorians or DNA.

Chase absolutely freaked when Ahsoka's montrals were injured during a mission. Not only because Ahsoka, who is normally stoic and silent about any injury, was in a panic due to the excruciating pain and disorientation. But because Chase had to figure out how to treat that part of her anatomy without any previous knowledge to build upon. He didn't sleep for two days straight working, only caving the third day when Oliver sedated him. After the incident and Ahsoka's recovery, they traveled to Shili and purchased a medical droid in case something ever happened again.

Ahsoka looked up Chase on the fan boards, saying it put them on even footing since he was a longtime Star Wars fan. (She didn't actually need to justify her actions, Chase looked uncomfortable when she mentioned it because he knows Bree likes to make derogatory posts about him when she's bored, and what Ahsoka thinks of him matters a lot to him).

While she does tease him for his ego and arrogance, Ahsoka is very supportive of Chase as a leader and individual. And while he had periodic crushes on her when he thought she was just a fictional character, her genuine compliments are what actually caused him to fall head over heels for her. (At that point though he automatically assumed she didn't feel the same)

As a couple they are very physically affectionate. Always holding hands, cuddling, nose nuzzling, kisses... Ahsoka loves being close enough to drape one of her lekku over Chase's shoulder. She also loves messing with his hair, a peculiarity of humans that still somewhat mystifies her even after growing up around so many. Chase has kissed (and counted) every stripe on her montrals/lekku. He also particularly loves resting his head on the area between her montrals when cuddling.

That's it for now, I have other stuff I need to do tonight. But if you have any ideas of your own I'd love to hear them! Or send a request, tell me if you'd like to see any of these ideas turned a fic, or if you write something yourself for this pairing, please, I beg you, tag me! I would scream in utter joy if someone else ever made content for this obscure crossover ship.

[fizzigigsimmer]

I am still thinking about Sith!Steve. Steve’s the renegade son of a senator from Chandrila. He grew up with the story about how he was rejected by a Jedi Recruiter as an infant and struggled his entire youth to meet his parents expectations. When he finally realized that he couldn’t, his resentment towards his parents, along with their self-serving politics grew along with his connection with the force. Steve befriended Eddie (a fugitive) who taught him how to fly but his friendship with Steve put him at risk, and when eventually his cover was blown and he was captured by security forces, Steve used the force to save him (killing several security officers) and the two left Chandrila for good.

For awhile they explored the galaxy together with Eddie mentoring Steve on things like how to hot wire machines and pick locks and Steve used his force sensitivity to help them complete lucrative smuggling contracts. But Steve still carried a lot of built up resentment towards his parents and the Galactic Republic and the more he saw of how people lived in the border systems the more bitter towards the republic he became. He vowed to get stronger in the force so that he could always protect Eddie and keep him from being unjustly executed. Steve eventually had to leave to persue greater knowledge of the force, and his travels eventually led him to an old sith temple where he discovered a powerful holocron imbued with the sprit of Darth Tenebris, who becomes his teacher. Steve took on the name Darth Mira and he’s been on a mission to destroy the republic and find the powerful relic that will allow his master to return from the spirit world and take over the galaxy. Only his master’s kind of a grade a dick so he’s low key planning to take the relic and the galaxy for himself.

On the other side of the schism is Jedi!Billy. lol I have sooo many feelings about this. All children in the republic are required to be blood tested so that the Jedi can identify force sensitive infants. Billy’s mom had already lost a few pregnancies due to the harsh conditions on her planet and the physical abuse of her husband, so when Billy came along he was her miracle and the thought of strangers showing up at the door one day and just taking him away terrified her, so she found a way to avoid the test and bribe a local official to try and keep Billy off of the Jedi’s radar. Unfortunately the Jedi recruiters tracked them down eventually, and Billy was taken to the Jedi temple and his mother imprisoned for breaking the law. The Jedi Council worried that Billy might retain memories of his mother because he was about four when he was taken, but his unusually strong connection to the force swayed them to continue with his education.

Unfortunately, Billy did continue to remember his mother through dreams as he grew. Sometimes he’d see happy memories that provided him with peace and comfort, but other times he saw her in pain and agony and it tormented him. He wasn’t completely sure who the woman in his dreams was, and the masters would get upset with him when he asked. To them the dreams were bad and evidence that Billy wasn’t trying hard enough to clear his mind and focus his feelings to achieve serenity. It hurts never measuring up, but it hurts even more feeling like there’s a part of him missing and like the woman is calling him. Billy’s restless and impatient on a good day, angry and volatile on his worst, but he grows into a damned good warrior and a brilliant mechanic. Even so, the Jedi Council is wary of granting him the rank of master because of his disregard for the rules and colorful bending of the code when it suits him. Much darkness does the council sense in him lol, but they were convinced that holding him back would only draw him closer to the dark side and that his connection to his mother would fade as she weakened and eventually died. And Billy knows he’s on thin ice with the order and despite everything this is all he’s ever known or wanted to be, so he’s trying his best really to be the best Jedi he can be.

Which just makes it so much hotter imagining him trying to forget last night, meditate and clear his mind. Definitely don’t think about the way Steve made him moan feel things that can’t be real. He has to be amping it up in his imagination, which is why he should stop thinking about it already. He’d say it was some force trick meant to mess with his mind, only that would mean Steve is actually the sith lord he’s looking for and worse - that Billy somehow managed to be the Jedi Knight who sleeps with the sith lord they were sent to kill. Sorry “stop”. He needs to stop thinking about the smugglers dick and focus. No he’s not sitting in the middle of a field with a hard-on Harrington! He’s fucking meditating. Leave him alone.

Not that I don’t have a million fic ideas already, but I just finished reading Phasma (great book!) and now I’m just hungry for some Harringrove in space lol. I want a classic Jedi Knight/Sith Lord enemies to lovers au.

Give me rebellious Jedi Knight Billy being distracted from his mission by a pretty rogue pilot with ridiculous hair. No way that guy is the Sith lord he’s looking for right? How’s he supposed to be a master of evil if he still confuses the star systems?

Give me Billy and (definitely a sith lord) Steve teaming up cause they need each other to get “the thing“ they both came for and get off the planet. Give me Steve teasing Billy for his ridiculously high body count. “Isn’t your first priority supposed to be defending life?” And Billy’s like, “I am defending life smart ass. Ours! More help, less talk.” Give me Billy side eyeing this possible sith lord who keeps collecting more useless beings that Billy has to keep pulling out of trouble. Like the sticky fingered Jawa he calls Dusty, the mouthy droid unit E-RK4, and that Munson guy.

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[stonyoongi]

Jeon Jungkook x female!reader | Yandere Au

WARNINGS: shy!yandere!jungkook, confident!reader, the reader cheats on her boyfriend and jungkook is planning to kidnap her, smut (dry humping?, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, hickeys and bites). let me know if i forgotten something

English isn't my native language, so please excuse me if I make any grammatical errors and feel free to let me know. Thanks!

A/N: I'm kind of insecure about this, but I want to post it so bad😞 plz, let me know what you think!!! Send me a ask or comment. I wrote this listening "Boyfriend" by Justin Bieber lol.

MASTERLIST

Jeon Jungkook never wanted you to know about his feelings for you, quite the opposite. He has always tried his best not to let on how much he wants you, for fear of a probable rejection, after all, you have a boyfriend and the last thing he wanted was trouble. However, it's not like he's any good at faking it.

You noticed the less-than-innocent looks directed at you and liked the effect your presence had on him a little too much. The cute way he stuttered and blushed violently when you got too close only spurred you on to be bolder.

You flirted with him. When no one was paying attention, you flirted blatantly and, albeit timidly, he returned your advances. It was almost impossible to contain a laugh at how embarrassed he was at your teasing.

And what was supposed to be just a little game for you, ended up taking on much greater proportions when suddenly, you're in his car exchanging saliva. You said goodbye to your friends shortly after a movie night and Jungkook offered you a ride, as your boyfriend wasn't there to accompany you home. You readily accepted.

The feel of his erection pressed directly against your core, as one hand holds your waist possessively and the other takes turns cupping both your breasts under the fabric of your shirt, makes you moan sly against his lips. Jungkook couldn't help but smile proudly, before heading to your neck, where he starts by spreading kisses, followed by hickeys and bites.

— K-Kook, don't do it! — you don't sound as firm as you'd like.

— Don't do what?— he asks cynically.

He's aware that you don't want the idiot who you call your boyfriend to see the love marks on your skin, but why? If he was any good, you wouldn't be here right now rubbing his dick. However, it's not like you need to worry about that right now. Not ever again. He'd like to reassure you, tell you that you'll never see that asshole again, but he doesn't want to spoil the surprise he's been planning for so long. Not now that it's so short for you to be together forever in the place he has so lovingly prepared. The place where you will build a big happy family, away from all those who might be against your happiness.

— My b—before you can finish, his once hand on your waist makes its way straight to your wet panties, touching your sensitive spot through the lace, drawing a louder moan from you.

—S-shit, you're so wet, baby… I bet I could just slide inside.— his words catch you off guard. You couldn't believe the guy who looked like he was about to burst with embarrassment at a simple touch from you could have such a foul mouth.

— Do it, Jungkook, I need you so much!

It's Jungkook's turn to be surprised. Will you really go all the way? Will your first time together be in his car? Damn it, he planned to make love to you in a more suitable place.After a romantic candlelight dinner, he would take you to a room, where a bed covered in red rose petals would be waiting for you. He would be so kind to you. So gentleman. He would kiss every inch of your soft skin, make you cum so hard on his tongue, and when the time came, you would have all his seed inside. This can be for the second time, right?

You need it now. Now. And that's what he's thinking about when, with his help, he gets rid of his jeans. He's bigger than you imagined. You're quick to touch him there to pump the length a few times before pulling away your own panties and positioning the glans at your entrance.

The stretch caused by Jungkook's arrogant size in your tight little entrance makes you both moan loudly in unison. You start to slowly descend on his cock in order to get the most out of each thrust, but soon the movements pick up speed.

The erotic sound of the skins clashing and the poor lighting, added to the moans and sighs make everything more difficult for you. — Fuck, J-Jungkook, so good!

— Are you going to come, kitten?— he teases when he feels your walls squeezing him, but it's not like it will last much longer.

It only takes a few more thrusts for you to reach the apex and he follows soon after.

'It won't happen again'; is what you say to yourself as you get out of Jungkook's car and head to your apartment.

'I can't wait for us to do this right in our home'; that's all that goes through his head.

[frogtanii]

℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

series masterlist

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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