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physicalturian · 4 years ago

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[18+] Words of pleasure - Law x F!Reader - Part 10 (Last)

[No spoilers] [Modern AU - College AU] [She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] Words : 8634 Archive of our own

Warning : Power play / Dom/sub Dynamics / Control / Oral / Discipline / Voyeurism / Brat / Shibari / Impact play / Tears (from dick uh) / Protected sex / Aftercare / Edging / Pet names The voyeurism part is only for part of it. For those who do not know what 'voyeurism' is, it means someone is watching - It's done with everyone's consent.; The tears are purely deep dick in throat; Don’t forget there are oral protections for when you give head to someone, or receive it tbh, to avoid STD’s.

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– Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

There stood Rosinante. And clearly, Law was not expecting him to come by. I hurriedly covered myself, but it was too late, and the blond man seemed to have enjoyed the sight as he looked at my hands gripping the lapel tight before looking at me with a grin. “I see you’ve got company Traffy,”

“I’m guessing the date went well-“ “I asked you a question Cora, what do you want?” I felt the tension between the two men, clearly Law was annoyed by the interruption which was not the most welcomed right now. I was about to sneak out of sight when I saw the delivery girl in the back, she looked at the device in her hand, confused. I nudged Law’s side to get his attention and he told Rosinante to get out of the way so he could get the takeout.

When he did, I walked past him and exchanged the money Law had handed me, for the bag of food in her hand. I saw her glimpse at my chest and quickly bid her goodbye before shuffling back inside and putting everything back on the table. When I joined the black-haired man’s side, he told me to go on and start eating without him, he had to talk with the blond. I half-heartedly accepted and went back to the dining room where I unpacked everything. While I did so, I paid attention to what was being said in the corridor.

“-It wouldn’t be the first time, I don’t see why you don’t want to Law,” I heard the blond almost whine.

“Did you really think that coming all the way here would make me accept the offer? This is different than the other times,” Law replied, his tone stern and still laced with annoyance. I made sure to not seem like I was listening as I started eating.

“I’m just saying, if that’s what she’s into, I’m the man for the job-“ “I didn’t ask, and we’re taking things slow,” Law’s answer made Rosinante laugh, it quickly turned into a gasp as I heard a thud before their conversation resumed.

“That’s not what the rope around her breasts says,” I turned around to look at them in shock, and quickly turned back to face my food when both of them looked my way. Fuck, be discrete, you haven’t heard anything.

Law sighed and I heard the door lock, it was followed by shoes hitting the parquet. “I’m not taking a decision without her, first we eat, then we talk,”

“It’s alright I’ve already eaten,” I heard Rosinante’s deep voice getting closer, and Law’s reply even more, “I didn’t ask, there is none for you, sit down and don’t talk,”

From the interactions between the two, I felt like there was bad blood between the two of them which clashed with the man now sitting right next to Law in front of me. Law was sitting at the end of the table, Rosinante on his right and me on his left. I wrapped the bathrobe tighter around me, throwing a glance at Law and fidgeted on my seat. Was it his way of playing with my appreciation of ‘giving a show’ as he put it? “Don’t mind him, eat,”

“It’s kind of hard not to, he’s staring right at me and he’s pretty big,” Facing the blond, I quirked a brow, going back to be in control. “Why are you here? Do you need something? We were a bit busy until you arrived, and while I respect that you’re his colleague, I think he’s not on shift right now.” I stated with as much professionalism as I could. I was not going to speak in Law’s stead, but I was frustrated by the interruption, if it had just been the delivery girl, we could have gone back to our little game once the door was closed. But here, I felt myself run cold… And burning at the same time, I was very aware of the restrictions around my form, after all, how could I not?

I felt Law’s hand on my thigh after my question and had to muster all my strength not to move in startlement. I hope the blond hadn’t seen my reaction, after all I knew he had caught a glimpse of the rope work under my robe, but he did not show any sign of awkwardness. “It’s not work related, don’t you worry, actually it’s more of a leisurely visit,” The blond rolled up his sleeves and leaned back on his chair, almost tumbling back before grabbing the edge of the table and catching himself. Ignoring his almost-accident, I kept eating and did not ask any more question. I exchanged a few glances with Law when his hand traveled higher on my thigh.

I didn’t know what games he was playing, and I didn’t know why he was being so daring when his colleague was there… but I liked it. To make him understand I was on board, I spread my legs wider and as I made it so it looked like I was seating back properly, I moved his hand even higher.

I heard a huff coming from him as he continued eating. While his eyes were on his plate, his nails dug themselves inside my skin ever so lightly before going up and down my thigh. My attention being solely on his touch under the table, I almost forgot the man right in front of us who was silent up until now, “You know, Law, I understand you telling me to wait until you’re done eating and all that, but you can’t say that and then start the fun right under my nose,”

Confused, and thinking he knew, I grabbed Law’s hand from going any higher, but he deftly moved my hand from his and held my thigh tightly. He was rubbing my inner thigh, letting his hand graze my crotch many times without even reacting. I had to put everything down when I was getting too excited to finish my plate, thinking I’d finish the rest after the eventful night I was promised those past few nights by HandSurgeon. “Then ask her, see how it goes,” Law almost spat, giving Rosinante a glare that I wouldn’t have wanted to be the receiving end of.

‘Cora’ however was unbothered, his grin only widening as he leaned further on the table. I felt a foot bump against mine under the able but did not say anything. “See, with Law here, we sometimes have interesting nights-“ “It was two times, Cora,”

“Actually, it was three, don’t you remember the one a few months ago who really wanted-“ Law interrupted him by standing up and taking our two plates from the table, leaving me exposed as I quickly covered my thigh with the robe.

Looking at me with a smug smile, the blond whispered, “It’s actually three times like this, but we sometimes do other things- not like we fuck, but-“ Surprised by his words, I did not let it show on my face and made a gesture with my hand to tell him to go on, “Just, stop beating around the bush, I really don’t care what he, or you, used to do,” I shrugged, still curious about what they used to do. I was not going to be nosy and ask but part of me hoped he wouldn’t keep doing whatever they used to do when we’ll really be together… Unless we’ve talked about it.

“Right, I feel like you kinda like showing off, am I wrong?” I couldn’t blame him for going straight to the point as I asked, but his question caught me off guard and I threw a glance at Law who was coming back from the kitchen with a neutral expression on his face.

Looking at Law, embarrassed, I said, “Did you tell him about-“ “I didn’t tell him anything, I’d live better if he did not meddle with my shit, believe me,” Law replied before I could finish my sentence. I looked back at the blond and shrugged, “I don’t really know why it’s relevant,” I started, my face heating up. What was one supposed to do in this situation? I was not about to tell that stranger what turned me on, even though he seemed to have pinpointed the right thing. Denying sounded like a nice option though.

“You’re not making it easier on me,” The blond glanced at Law, asking him to help out without words. He had seemed cocky enough to preach what he did many times with Law but was starting to get cold feet. Law quirked a brow and asked me to get up, which I did with him, my eyes still riveted on Rosinante. I was then brought to the bedroom, feeling Rosinante’s intense gaze following us. Once we were inside the room, Law left the door open and approached me.

“The offer is simple, do you want to hear it?” He pulled me closer, sliding his hands inside the bathrobe to rest them on my hips, his thumbs brushing over the skin oh so delicately. “Go ahead, I’m really curious of what you might offer that won’t be ruined by your great colleague-“ “The attitude stays outside the bedroom, let’s start again. Do you want to hear the offer?” He breathed right next to my ear more sternly, his grip on my hips was tighter.

I held his forearm and held back a huff, mumbled, “Yes sir” I don’t believe I had said it in front of him, ever, since we learnt about one another. And it felt ten times worse than saying it to a stranger online, this time I could see the smirk on his face when he looked at me with a certain pride, my body was burning up from simply folding, submitting, over nothing. And I was enjoying it.

“He likes to watch, you like to be looked at, you like being the center of attention,” he explained slowly. His hands were now gripping the lapel of the bathrobe, I held his hands to stop them from removing the item just yet. “I don’t know… it seemed like you didn’t want to do any of this, earlier. You seemed angry at him, maybe we shouldn’t have him here,” I said softly, earning an earnest smile from the man in front of me as he cradled my face in his hands.

“Because he is wasting my time while I could be having you on your knees, your mouth eager to do your best to please me…” My eyes widened, his action was tender, but his words were salacious, and yet it mixed so well together. “Or maybe tonight could be all about you, I believe I promised I’d tie you up to the bedpost, or maybe we could work on more discipline, I remember you enjoyed it greatly,” He paused and gauged my reactions. I was breathing more heavily than moments ago, recalling his promises.

The more he talked, the more I felt this need to prove I could take whatever he gave me. I wanted him to praise me like he did so many times before, I wanted him to be able to flaunt me, and what better way to do so than to give him a show, to him and his friend. “He doesn’t join, he just watches, right?” I asked in a low tone, my eyes darting at the blond who was watching us from the dining table. He had his elbow resting on the table, his head leaning on his fist while smiling lazily. “That’s the plan, it’s purely sexual,” Law forced me to look at him, his fingers on my chin, “Just because he’s there doesn’t mean I won’t be taking care of you, it’s sexual for him, but it’s something different for us, understood?”

“I just ignore him, then?”

“No, no, you better be fully aware of him, know you’re being watched…” He slowly helped me shrug off the bathrobe, placing himself in front of me to block the sight to Rosinante. “And I’d expect my girl to give us a show I know she’s capable of, so do you agree?” This was exciting, I never expected to be part of something like this. And with or without the blond man in the other room, I would have still felt over the moon knowing what Law was about to do to me. “Yes, do we still use the colours? In case I want to stop, for any specific reason- not that I think I will use it, I trust you-“

“Colours, yes. But remember that even if you trust me, you can stop everything. The moment it’s too much, not that I aim for it to be, you tell me. Are we clear?” There was real worry in his eyes, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes playfully but nodded. Wanting to get started, I looked at him with a widening smile and let my hand wander to the knot of his sweatpants.

“I do remember our conversations you know, no need to repeat yourself,” I started, “And you haven’t fucked my brains out enough for me to forget it, just yet. Maybe it was an empty promise,” I was stopped dead in my tracks by his hand gripping mine.

“Then you remember I said to be patient, and to leave the attitude out of the bedroom,” He said in faux-politeness as he pulled me closer, his hand let go of mine to pull at the leash-like rope around my neck. I huffed a chuckle and looked at him, satisfied.

“The door’s open, it came back rushing in,” I breathed out, talking about the attitude I supposedly left outside the room.

Law watched me a moment before humming, a dark smile on his lips, “You want to play it like that, let’s,” he stepped away from me and I felt a shiver run down my spine, I wanted to get things heated because it had started quieting down, but now I had a price to pay. I had barely done anything, but Law jumped on the occasion to take the attitude down a notch. He grinned mischievously and told me to follow him as he sat at the edge of the bed and told me to kneel in front of him.

“Are you serious-“ “Color?”

I huffed, “Green.”

“Then I’m deadly serious, on your knees.” His tone was stern, but his face showed something else. His half-lidded eyes watched me make way towards him and stop right in front of him. I threw a quick glance at the blond through the doorway and saw him with the seat fully facing the room and his hands on his lap for now. He gestured for me to go on. My eyes widened at that, does he expect me to listen to him? I looked back at Law and instead of kneeling in front of him, I placed my hands on his shoulders and moved one of my leg over his to straddle him.

He gripped the back of my legs tight to get me off of him, “Are you acting out on purpose, to give Cora a show? Is this what’s going on?” He asked, while standing up, power dripping off his voice. I wanted to tell him no, but I think I did. It felt weird to submit in front of someone other than Law, and I wanted to put it off as long as I could. I looked to the side once more, this time Law gripped my chin forcefully to make me look at him, “Is my girl getting shy?” He asked as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his lips grazing my lobe. “I’ll say it only once: when I ask you a question, you answer, go,” He slid his hand to the back of my neck and made me look at him.

“I’m not shy, I’m just not used to this- and you surprised me with asking me to get on my knees,” I whispered back, noticing the grin that spread on his face.

“Don’t play the innocent act, I recall you were very eager to suck your toy off when it was just you and me, correct?” He breathed against my neck as his fingers slipped over the rope to grab my ass and bring my leg over his, still standing up. His other hand grazed over my ass, then I felt his fingers brush between my legs and gasped. I gripped his hand before trying to have his fingers touch my clit, but it had the opposite effect.

Grunting, he slapped my hand off his and held me in place, “Look at you, grinding against my fingers already. Don’t tell me you’re that desperate yet?”

“I’m not, you’re talking more than you’re doing, right now,” I regretted it instantly when a scowl formed on his forehead, quickly turning into an expression that said he accepted the challenge.

“That needy look of yours says something else. Here, I’ll help you out, but first,” He stepped away from me and sat on the bed, his legs open wide, “First we’ll put you back in your place. I have the perfect gag for that pretty mouth of yours,”

I was about to kneel when I noticed he was still fully dressed, when I reached for his shirt, he gripped my wrists tight. “That’s one too many, if you’re in a bratty mood then all I’ll have to do is discipline you, don’t you agree?” I agree, whispering a ‘yes sir’ which made him laugh as he told me to get on my knees, hands behind my back. He then stood up and went to the drawer behind me. I did as he told me, knowing I had crossed the limit but couldn’t help but feel excited.

“We’re going to test that patience of yours, look at me,” When I did, a smirk pulled the corner of his lips. I followed his form until he was sitting in front of me, I could see the bulge in his pants that at this point demanded to be freed, when I glanced at it, Law’s smirk only widened. “Let me tell you how good you look on your knees like that,” He praised as he leaned back only slightly on one of his hand as the other held what I believe was a riding crop. The latter placed itself under my chin to raise it up, “Here’s what’s going to happen: you use that mouth for something good, no touching, if I see you trying to move your hands….” He trailed off and looked at the riding crop.

“Then I strike you.”

He paused, gauging my reaction. And from the way my breath hitched in my throat, he had guessed I would enjoy it. “If you want to stop, you make a peace sign with your hand behind your back, understood?” I nodded, and he told me to do one right now to make sure I understood. Once I did, he smiled genuinely and pulled out his cock from his sweatpants. It was now fully erected and while I had seen it through different pictures, I wanted it more now. He stroked his cock lazily a few times, then beckoned me to come closer, “Open your mouth,” he slid it in slowly, praising me as he did so, “There we go, good girl,”

Instinctively, I was about to move my hands to grab the base of his cock but was struck before I could do so. I moaned at the stinging pain, breathing through my nose before starting to bob my head the best I could without the balance of my hand. I started licking him slowly, making sure to let my tongue press the tip of his cock more than the rest, suckling on the tip from time to time. I relished in the groans it elated from him. His free hand slid to the base of my neck, maybe he was unsure of how I’d react if he did more.

Dragging my lips back and forth on his length, making sure to use my tongue around it, I twirled my tongue around his tip, looking him dead in the eyes. “Grab my hair, are you the one feeling shy now, doc?” I licked my lips when he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back to have me look at him from a different angle. I gasped at the pain, my mouth open yet smiling, so was he. He was smiling smugly as he looked down at me, enjoying the sight a lot more than he was showing it. I moved a bit to use my heel to get some friction and was struck down to stop.

Chuckling breathlessly, I quirked a brow, it only unnerved him more, “You’re being a lot more disobedient when we have company, I can’t have him think you’re untamed now, can I?” He breathed against my lips, I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss from him but was met with a leathery texture. Opening my eyes, I realized Law was brushing the riding crop over my lips, I opened my mouth once more, he did not wait to brush it over my tongue. Giving it a little tap, startling me before bringing his hand that was holding it, over my shoulder.

“So desperate for it, so eager… But so, fucking, insubordinate- if you want it so bad you better start taking it,” He breathed, “And it’s: yes sir, not doc,” Without further warning, he shoved my head over his cock, and I moaned around it when I felt it hit the back of my throat. It made him laugh breathlessly, groaning at the same time as he kept guiding my head onto his cock. When I hollowed my cheeks around it, a sigh escaped his lips and he paused for a moment, leaning in. Before he could speak, I uttered, “Did I say you could stop?”

His brows raised and all playfulness was gone from his eyes, mine widened and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that, I thought as I straightened my back, about to move my hands to hold his thighs, I was struck down before I could do anything. The moan that escaped my lips was more embarrassing than anything, I could feel a rush of heat coursing through my body. He let go of my hair and instead gripped my jaw tightly, “I can’t praise you when you’re being anything but good,” He said sternly,

“From what I’m seeing, you want it rough, and I’m ready to give it...” He trailed off, his eyes traveling over my form while his finger brushed over my drooling lips, “Unless you make it up to me, and stop fighting me,” I averted my eyes, thinking, but quickly looked back at Law when he tutted me, saying “Eyes over here,”

“Keep that little game up and I promise, I’ll have you tied up in the middle of the bed with a toy inside you and no fucking relief,” He said loud enough for Rosinante to hear it, I tried to glance at him but had Law’s leg in the way and huffed, “Or you give up the reins, and let me lead the dance,” He continued, his finger pulling my lip down before opening my mouth, his thumb on my teeth. I licked it without answering, hands still behind my back.

“So, what do you say, are you going to be good now?” I nodded. He struck me down, I gasped in pleasure feeling the new spot on my back sting more than the other times, “What did I say? Words.”

With his finger still in my mouth, I articulated the best I could, “I’ll be good, sir. I’m sorry-“ “You will be, let’s have you apologize properly hm? Open wide,” Once again, I took him in, I did not waste time to try and take him deeper than I had before, making him moan out of breath as his hand settled under my chin on my throat. He wasn’t gripping it tightly; If anything, I believe he was feeling the bulge of his cock in my throat and getting off on knowing he did that.

I saw his composure slip as he leaned back and started bucking his hips in my mouth, “That’s it, take it- all- like a good- little- pet-“ Each words were emphasized by a thrust, I tried to meet them all and could feel tears streaming down my face at the effort it took fort me not to gag. Sounds of our heavy breathings and moans, mixed with groans of pleasure, echoed on the walls until he pulled out. He had stopped himself before reaching climax and was still very hard, I licked his cock clean before wiping my mouth and chin on his pants.

With a lazy smile, he leaned in and grabbed the rope to pull me closer, his lips ghosting over mine, “Are you going to behave, now?”

Raised on my knees, I tried to meet his lips, but he struck me without thinking twice about it, “A question, an answer, is it so hard?” I shook my head, gulping and replied in a sore voice, “I’ll behave, sir.” He then whispered, “Good girl,” before bringing me into a kiss, tender at first but it quickly turned more hungry, more needy. I wanted to bring him closer, taking his face in my hands to feel him but focused on keeping my hands behind my back.

He must have sensed my struggle since he broke the kiss to look at me intently, “While you do look good on your knees…” He let go of the rope and stood up, making sure to take the riding crop with him. I tensed when I felt it touch my back, knowing how raw my skin was, and how it still felt like it was burning. Yet, I wanted to lean in, and I was ready to beg for more. But instead, I looked straight ahead, and waited. “When I say good, I mean, exquisite…” I moved my hands to my lap, thinking it’d be better for him.

I was wrong. “I didn’t say you could do that,” Another hit, this time at the juncture of my shoulder blade and my neck, another breathless moan, another quick move as I brought my hands back in my back. I was startled once more when I felt his presence over me, his lips brushing over my ear, “I knew you’d make the most sinful sounds,” His teeth grazed the shell of my ear, biting it just enough to feel them.

“But I think seeing the tears rolling down your face,” he started, gripping my chin tightly to make me look up at him, my jaw clenched, “… and your pretty mouth fucked out, unable to talk back, that’s how I want it,” He continued, his eyes riveted on the drying tears on my cheeks as his thumb brushed over them. He then leaned over and placed a kiss on my forehead, “You did good. Now, let’s get my girl in a more comfortable position, what do you say?” I didn’t move but whispered back in agreement. It made him laugh as he let go of my face and told me that I could move.

I had to hold onto his arm when I stood up and wobbled. Having stayed on my knees too long made my articulations hurt but it felt good to finally be standing, it did not last long when Law had me lay down on my back after making sure I was alright. “I’m alright, in fact I could have taken it a bit longer, if you want to know,” I told him teasingly, talking about his thrusts in my throat. He stopped mid-way, a knee on the bed, still wearing his pants. “Your sore voice says otherwise,” he replied in a tone just as light, he gave me a once over before leaning to the side and getting an unopened bottle of water from the side of the bed.

“If you’re still that eager, we better take care of you before any more fun, mh?” Opening it, he told me to drink some more before continuing, I reached out for the bottle and saw that my hands were slightly shaking. I thought it wasn’t noticeable until Law scooted closer and was ready to help me drink. I simply took the bottle from his hand, brought a pillow to cover my front and took large gulps, maybe letting some spill down my chin and over my throat.

Law watched me carefully, an interested smile on his face, “It’s funny how you’re trying to act decent by covering yourself, and yet, intentionally bring my attention to you,” He took the bottle from my hand and put it on the nightstand before pushing me down and throwing the pillow away. His lips latched onto my throat as he licked the trickling drop away, starting from the bottom to finally reach my chin where he kissed my lips softly. “Let’s ruin that made-up sense of decency and make it as debauched as we can,”

Kissing him back, I chuckled at how promising it sounded and suggested enthusiastically, “Then let’s start by taking those pants off,” When I slithered my hands to the string of his pants, he quickly pinned them over my head making me yelp in surprise, and excitement once more. I wrapped my hands the best I could around his, or at least touched the back of his hand with the tip of my fingers, “Let’s make something clear, because you seem to forget I’m the one who’s leading this dance,” He started, his free hand hovering right above my breast as he very delicately ghosted his finger over my nipple, making me gasp when I felt the wetness from his skin.

I looked at him more carefully and saw him dip his finger inside the water bottle to just have me even more sensitive as he brushed it against my skin. All the while playing with my nipples, he spoke, “That mouth of yours is allowed to do four things. One, answer when I ask a question, two, beg, three, moan, four, scream my fucking name. Is that understood?” Although he asked it in a stern tone, making sure I was going to obey and not act out, I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I nodded, “Yes, sir,” I was thoroughly enjoying the sight of him with his lips, mere breaths away from my nipple.

Looking at him expectantly, I bit the inside of my lips as he approached closer and closer, his breath cooling the wetness on my skin. I let out a satisfied sigh when I felt his warm tongue balancing the coldness of my hardened nipple. Thinking he was solely focused on my breasts; I was surprised when I felt his hand slowly travel down my stomach and to my thighs. He paused there and drummed his fingers there a moment before starting to draw little patterns with the tip of his fingers. I wasn’t getting anything. His tongue was working on my breasts, but that was it. I wanted more, I needed more.

So, I threw a glance at the door, but I couldn’t see anything from this angle. Casting my pride aside, I mumbled Law’s name, followed by, “Please…” He stopped everything, and quirked a brow, a smug smile on his lips, “I didn’t quite catch that, pet. A bit louder, go ahead,” His tongue resumed its work on my nipples, this time his hands joining. I was trying to arch my back to feel him more, my breathing getting only heavier, it made it impossible to not feel the ropes around my form. “I’m not hearing anything, maybe I should stop-“ “Please, sir… Please, more, everything,”

“Good girl,” He breathed against my lips before pressing his against mine very slowly, his tongue prying my mouth open as he deepened the kiss. It heated up quickly, I threaded my hands through his hair to pull him closer only to have him laugh breathlessly as he broke the kiss. “Show me how bad you want it,” He sat back on the bed, still between my legs and wrapped my legs around his hips, he started kissing my inner thigh softly as he spoke, “I’ll be right there, and you will be touching yourself for me,”

Sitting up, I quickly moved my hands behind my back to show him I wasn’t doing anything with them, and saw the grin displayed on his lips. I continued, “Law- really? No, please, I don’t want to wait any longer, please?” Pulling me closer by my thighs, I gasped and almost lost balance but gripped his forearms tightly. “You’ll wait, because I told you to. You want to be good, don’t you?” A shiver ran down my spine, I looked off to the side but didn’t reply. He continued, “You think I forgot, all that we talked about those past few nights?” He whispered against my ear.

“How desperate you were for me to guide you, obeying each of my command…” He left a kiss behind my ear, trailing to the side of my neck, the hair on my body rose, I was thrilled. I felt his hand travel up my body, to one of my arms, down to my hand were the held me a moment, “And how little time it took for you to show off,” He brought my hand between our body, I reached for his pants but he tutted me, “to spread those legs,” He spread his, spreading mine in the process, “and to touch yourself to the sound of my voice?” I wasn’t looking at him, instead my eyes were focused on his body, on how his hand felt around mine.

“Not with your friend here, please,” I whispered hesitantly. It felt more intimate like this, to touch yourself in front of someone, than being literally fucked in front of someone, I was afraid Law would find it annoying but instead he chuckled. “He left a moment ago, when I brought you on the bed, I told him to leave,” He explained. I rose to my knees to look behind Law’s back and indeed saw that no one was on the chair, I felt more comfortable to do as Law suggested, but wanted to hear more of him. When I sat back, my legs still around his hips, he looked at me with a look of almost-hunger.

I chuckled nervously, never leaving his gaze. With a smug smile, his free hand caressed my throat slowly. “That doesn’t mean we’re done, I believe I was reminding you of how obedient you were before and how much you misbehaved tonight, mh?” “I’m good now, I promise,” I said clearly, not wanting to let it transpire that I kind of enjoyed how he handled the attitude.

“Then, show me how good you are, pet,” He guided my hand between my legs, and pressed my fingers with his, right behind my hand. “I’m sure you know what to do from there,” I nodded, and did exactly as he wanted, to help I rested my forehead on his shoulder and closed my eyes to focus more but was quickly stopped.

“That won’t do, show me your pretty face,” When I did, he smiled and pressed his lips on my throat, “That’s it, a lot better, good girl,” I let out a shaky breath upon hearing the words, and had to hold myself back from leaning back on his shoulder. It became harder when his tongue trailed down my neck, leaving hickeys all over it, but he was still talking between as he busied himself,

Isn’t it easier like that? To do exactly as I tell you. I find it easier to praise my girl when she is acting like the good girl, I know she is. Not when she’s bratting out. Needy for my cock. Eager to get fucked. Desperately clinging onto the power. Not letting go of it. But we both know you relish in being powerless, don’t you? Being told what to do. I can see how much you enjoy it. Look at you, fucking yourself on my lap. If you keep making those sounds, I won’t be able to hold back, doll.

Meeting his gaze once more, I said his name in the most desperate way I could. I didn’t want him to hold back, I wanted him to fuck me. Feeling myself getting close, I stopped and held onto Law’s shoulders before starting to roll my hips over his. He groaned and stopped talking, instead he gripped my hips forcefully to hold me in place. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for my answer to throw me on my back and take off his pants. He reached out for the drawer in his nightstand and pulled out a condom before kneeling back between my legs and rolling the condom on.

“Seeing how fucking needy you are, I would be tempted to see how many times I can make you cum until you’re finally satiated,” He looked me up and down before smirking, “But I think you’ve had quite a ride tonight,” I nodded, arching my back at the feeling of the sheets brushing against my pained back. Grinning, Law slid a hand between my leg and hovered there a moment, “Did you go a good job, or do I need to finger you myself?” It wasn’t a need more than a want, I would never say no to feeling his hands in me, on me, touching me, playing me like a toy.

I wanted to tell him, “Law, just fuck me,” but I knew he wouldn’t like that, there was a power dynamic at play right now, I had to remember that. Yet I was also tempted to taunt him, get him more riled up but thought against it. It took some restraint, but I said, “I’m good-“ “Oh, I know you are, you are being very good, and I’m sure you’ll feel just as,” his elbows hooked under my knees, he did not waste time and started sheathing himself slowly, groaning in the process.

A satisfied smile made its way on my lips, it felt so good, feeling him stretching me out, his hands gripping my legs with so much force it made the experience only more ecstatic. I pulled myself closer to him, making him hiss as he tried to hold back more sounds of pleasure from escaping his lips. Once he was fully in, he leaned in a moment, the muscles in my thighs were stretching but I was loving it. “What if I kept you like this?” I looked at him wide-eyed, about to refuse, but he continued, “That expression on your face, I’ll be sure to do it another time, but I want to make good use of my fucktoy tonight.”

Pressing a kiss to my cheek, he trailed down and nibble the skin of my neck, “That’s what you are, mm? A good girl, but also my pretty little fucktoy,” He wanted me to say it, it felt weird to say it out loud, it didn’t want to roll of my tongue.

Bucking his hips inside me, Law grunted, “I asked you a question,” I let out a breathless pant, my head diving in the pillows, “Sure, yes, I’m your fucktoy,” I huffed, trying to meet his hips once more, but he held me in place and pinned my hands over my head once more, his free hand turning my face to look at him. “Try again, without the attitude, I want to see your embarrassed face, I did say I’d ruin that silly pride of yours, did I not?” He asked rhetorically as he started thrusting very slowly inside me.

Meeting his gaze, I felt my body heat up and stared at him the best I could, my mouth gasping soundlessly at each of his thrusts. When I closed my eyes to enjoy it more, he stopped, “You’re not going to get it, if you don’t say it, I am a patient man,” The way my name rolled of his tongue, made it a lot more sinful than I thought it could be. The staring contest lasted a few moments before I let it leave my mouth in a low tone, when I looked off to the side, I was tutted again and forced myself to look at him, jaw clenched, “I am your fucktoy, sir.”

The smug smile on his face made me believe I was done with this, but his grip on my hands tightened when he leaned in and kissed me softly. It felt warm, and reassuring, unlike the grin that was now displayed on his lips, “Guess I’ll have to make you say it with more enthusiasm,” The pace of his thrusts quickened and deepened, each followed by a grunt. The expression on his face didn’t change, he was looking at me as if challenging me, I did not even try to match it, I was enjoying it too much.

Mouth wide open, moans escaping my throat, back arched to meet each of his thrusts, my legs wrapped tighter around him to try and keep him deep inside me. My heels were digging his back, soon his thrusting was accompanied by soft praises, telling me how good I made him feel, how much he was enjoying the sight of me splayed out for him like that. My breath was erratic, I had a harder time to breath with the ropes, but I could still breathe well enough. It felt so good. I hadn’t realized I had begged for more until I heard his chuckle, “You’re taking me so well, let’s see how good you’ll do when you’re on your knees,” He pulled out and told me to turn around.

With shaky limbs, I did as he gestured and pressed my chest on the bed, my hands on each side of my head, my ass up. As his hands caressed my ass, his cock teasing me, he leaned over and in a gentle voice asked my color, “Green, green,” I repeated it in case he hadn’t heard me with my head pressed against the mattress. One of his hand gently placed itself on my head and brushed my hair softly, before tracing his hand on my back, grazing his nails on my skin on the way. I whimpered at the sudden feeling, feeling even more elated.

Without further warning, he slid his cock back in and started fucking me senseless, he did not take his time. He was going in wildly, slamming hips against his without ever stopping. I was moaning loudly, my hands gripping the sheets, when I tried to move one of my hand to touch my clit, he laughed and told me to not move them. I whined, thinking I wouldn’t get any of that heaven sent pleasure, but was caught off guard when one of his hand did exactly what I needed. His finger was playing with my clit, all the while his cock was being rammed mercilessly inside me.

When my teeth clenched around the sheet to try to hold back my loud moaning, Law only went harder but more erratically, “I believe I said your mouth could do four things, mind reminding them to me?” I nodded against the mattress, but didn’t go ahead, I felt him move and felt the sudden stinging pain of the riding crop hitting my ass. A half-pain, half-pleasure gasp left my lips, as I obeyed, “Answer your- questions,” I breathed, wanting to cover my mouth when I interrupted myself by panting more groans. “Beg,” a strong thrust, a moan, “moan,” and again. “Scream your name-“ I felt his lips pressed against my neck as he whispered a praise, “That’s my girl,”

“Now, since you’re being so good, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen, yes?” I nodded, he lazily played with my clit as his thrusts slowed down while he talked, “If by the time you’re going to cum, you haven’t admitted you’re my pretty little fucktoy,” he threaded his fingers through my hair and lifted my head to have me look at him, “And mean it, then I’ll stop, understood?” I looked at him through tired eyes, and yet with surprise. He wouldn’t do that, would he? As he if heard my thought, he smiled at me, a smile that told me he was entirely willing to do so. “Yes, sir.”

The fingers that were threaded through my hair slid to my cheek and caressed it gently, “You’re so beautiful like that, let’s have you even more fucked out, mh?” Just like that, he resumed his thrusting. It wasn’t as consistent as before, making it harder to get used to the pace. When he hit the spot, I panted out his name and regretted right away, “Right- there?-“ he bucked his hips each time, making me let out high-pitched whimpers. He leaned over, and whispered, out of breath, “Time’s running out, pretty girl,” I couldn’t look at him.

I was getting closer and closer at each thrust, my ability to speak getting lost on the way but it couldn’t let it happen. I had to tell him, but I was getting a bit foggy and out of it from how good I felt, yet I managed to utter between the melody of pleasure leaving my mouth, “Please- let me cum- I’m- fuck, your fucktoy- Law-“ A very satisfied grunt left his throat, while my face burnt hotter than fire, it was embarrassing to say so out loud, “Turn around, I want to see that pretty face of yours when I make you cum,”

When I did, I tried to cover my face, but he moved my hands away, pining them over my head once more. “There, was it that hard? Look at you, you can’t be shy when moments ago you were practically begging for my cock,” “Law, fuck me, please,” I breathed out tiredly, needily, his expression lost its arrogance for a moment and was filled with surprise before returning to the cocky one. Without another word, he fucked me senseless as promised. It was wild, rough, I tried to bring his hand to my neck, but he only shook his head and told me not tonight before focusing back on the sensation of my walls around his cock.

At this pace, we were both reaching our peak in no time. His thrusts were erratic, I was being loud but didn’t try to cover it, I knew he was enjoying it a lot and wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel. The mix of his cock hitting the perfect spot, his fingers stimulating my clit along the constricted feeling of the ropes around my chest brought me closer to release. I felt my toes curl as my back arched, the praising that flooded from Law’s mouth made me break, the knot inside my stomach snapped and I felt myself go limp. Law joined me soon, finishing off before pulling out.

I was a bit dazed, but at some point, I saw Law kneel on the side of the bed with a washcloth and ointment. He first undid the ropes around my form, it took some time. I looked at him through tired eyes the entire time, he was focused but when he looked at me, a small smile was painted on his face. “You did good, we’ll talk more about that later-“ “I’m good right now, what do we talk about?” I slurred, was I that tired?

“First, let’s take care of you. It was a bit rougher than I expected,” He said softly, when he was done with the ropes, he helped me lay on my stomach and covered my butt with a blanket as he put some ointment on my back. Maybe it was because I was only half-awake, or perhaps it was because I was dozing off even more with the massage I was receiving as he spread the ointment on my back, but I spoke, “I want to do this again… not right now, not all the time, because I think I’d like to just have casual sex with you along sessions like this too,”

With my head resting on my arms, I glanced at Law, “But also go on a date, or more than one,” I mumbled against my arms. Law hadn’t answered yet and was now drying his hands as he handed me a shirt. For a moment, I thought I had fucked up once again. That I should have just left after the sex, but not only was I physically unable to do so at this instant, but I also did not want to. “You are aware my schedule is fucked up?”

“That didn’t stop you from sexting a stranger from your office, did it?” I asked teasingly, making a blush appear on his cheeks as he stood up and put everything away. I only now realized he had dressed up once more. “What I’m saying is that, we can make it work if we want to, and… I don’t mind having online… fun if we’re both a bit busy but horny, you know?” a snort escaped his lips as he left the room and came back just as quickly with a plate in hand.

“Would you be willing to go to charity galas? Because if we’re dating, there will be a lot of those,” He said softly, his cheeks still tainted with pink. I looked up at him curiously as I put on the shirt and sat up, groaning as I felt the soreness that was settling. “Would I have to wear a fancy outfit and look super hot?” I asked half-jokingly while taking the food he handed me. It felt so fucking good to eat after such an intense effort.

Smiling genuinely, he nodded, “Yes, and maybe even add a little accessory, I think you’ve heard of it, it’s called a vibrating egg-“ “Law! Fuck off- it was- no, you know what? Let’s! I think it could be fun, but you can’t blame me if I pull you to the side when it’s too much- plus we were talking casually, did you have to bring that up?” I asked rhetorically, this time my cheeks were aflame. But we were both smiling, and when he placed a hand on my knee reassuringly and I placed mine on his.

“It’s a strange situation but I think something good can come out of it, do we give it a try?” We had both talked about being willing to do this, but this time asking it like that felt a bit frightening. I feel like he could still refuse, and I was afraid of it, but still waited. “I’ll try my best to keep you entertained, Edelweiss,” He put an emphasis on my username before leaning in and kissing me softly. We both smiled into the kiss, feeling a lot better than we did when it started, almost content.

Boredom makes you do crazy things, lack of free time too… but I think boredom won’t be a concern of mine no more, and no matter how busy I’ll be I’ll surely find some entertainment with the prettiest surgeon I would soon call partner, of more than research purposes.

[The end]

#words of pleasure #wop #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #one piece trafalgar law #law x reader #one piece x reader #donquixote rosinante #one piece corazon #physicalturian AO3 #physicalturian #one piece writing #writings #ao3 writer

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oneandonlysoftie · 4 years ago

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Hi dear! I've seen you didn't talk much about Sadistic Beauty these days... What are your thoughts on ending and two side stories? Especially Wookying and Minho's one? Tbh I'm disappointed and disturbed :(

i had to step out of this story bc it was leaving me frustrated, irritated and disappointed not to mention very confused LOL. yep, im still fairly disappointed with where the author went with this. a major conflict that should or could have been in the main story was the whole drama including wookyung fighting with doona to get minho but it was swept under the rug only to return as some after thought as a side story (probably excluding doona). there was such a great opportunity to finish it in the main story but the author decided that minho had to suffer all of the consequences and everyone else is going scot-free LOL. truly a shame. i wasnt surprised that doona was ending up with haesol, never was into them, still not into them. i have a certain distaste for characters like haesol, he’d be best described as a simp. and i absolutely loathe simps lol. there’s a fine line with being there for someone and being there in hopes that smth more might change, he def wants to date doona and saying that he’s okay with how things are and if they don’t date, is basically a blatant lie to himself. if that was the case, he wouldn’t let her string him along and use him for sex. the feelings he has for her will just be kept in the back, but it will most likely resurface in some way or another. in the long run, it’d hurt him and that’s just not worth the hassle. obv since the writer wanted them to happen, he’s prob gonna get what he wants lol. i def found the whole rivalry btw donna and wookyung in order to get to minho way more fascinating, and wished it was explored more. now, the only thing im happy with is gyerin is probably getting her happy ending with the new girl. she’s also the only one who went “fuck this” once she saw doona wasn’t going to reciprocate her feelings, and im rlly glad she did that. at first, i didnt think much of her, but now, seeing how the story went (lmao), im all for gyerin being happy. and as for wookyung and minho, im interested in how their story will unfold. but i feel so so bad for minho, he was a jerk and an asshole i wont deny that, but he didnt deserve all of the hate and harm he got and still is receiving according to the side story preview. wookyung is still a great and fascinating character, i do like characters like him, but how he was used was just not satisfying. and it seems like there might be a case of stockholm syndrome coming up where he might fall for wookyung. i just wish doona had smth to do with it before she parted ways or she could have helped minho, but yeah. *shrugs* this story left me confused as to what the author is doing, there is wasted potential and opportunities at every corner. the plot goes one way then goes another to end on a weird note. i also think the whole gl, bl stuff was more of a fanservice thing and that’s probably why it’s more of a disjointed story? as in, i feel like the gl and bl stuff should either have been more of a focus and woven into the story or it should have been entirely separate so the author wouldn’t have to shove many things at once and just focus on one or two pairing. one thing i might add for the story is that it felt as if it was trying to make us surprised, but the so called “twists” that happened just made it more confusing and those probably shouldn’t have been there as they don’t add much to the story narrative. back to gyerin, you can see that gyerin and the new girl can have their own separate story from the start (she didn’t have much to do with the primary conflict and could easily have a flashback to doona instead of the whole fanservice lol). the same goes for wookyung and minho as well, and it’d have been perfectly fine. at the end you basically see three pairings, the m/f, the f/f and the m/m. however, we dont even know if minho is into men? so i’m not sure how’s that gonna be considered BL? then again, every pairing could have been in the main story, but it’s not? for some reason??? it feels as if the author wanted their pairings without putting in the effort of making it into the main story, hence the side stories or they just wanted to make it separated without putting too many characters in it. obviously, for wookyung and minho, there’s no way doona wouldn’t have done smth if it was fully explored in the main story, and it might have changed the ending too. there’s multiple ways the story could have gone, but this one was the only conflict that was much more interesting imo, but it wasnt used that much.

gyerin didn’t really have much to do there other than be lesbian fanservice for doona (and the audience, writer and maybe the artist too?), and to be some kind of support for haesol. that’s about it, so i can understand why she’d not have a full blown romance in the main story, but seeing that she keeps reappearing, she still could have her side story integrated into it. lmao i don’t even kno if doona is bi/pan lol or if she just had sex bc she was drunk then did it just for pleasure without being interested in women at all.

EDIT: iirc doona did get aroused seeing gyerin uh doing stuff, so it could be possible that she is interested in women, but maybe only sexually? although i still could be wrong lol and it could just have been a moment of “I’m straight, but horny and u’ll do for now”. she could be in the closet too, who knows.

overall, sadistic beauty had some interesting conflict, some good characters (ill never like haesol lol), good art and the storytelling by this artist is well paced, but the execution and where the story went leaves a sour taste in my mouth. would i recommend this story? absolutely not. it is so frustrating, and for what? i wish i had saved myself this headache from the very start but the art and the fact that doona was a dom was what reeled me in. i only came back to it to see if the writer redeemed their story in some ways, but... well... you saw how that went. i would follow the artist if i could, their art is beautiful. however, i cannot say the same for the writer. from my exp, it seems that many webtoons have good art, but the writing definitely leaves way more room for improvement. that said, i do hope ppl will learn that in order to make a great comic/webtoon/manga and so on, it is not only about pretty drawings. the story and writing should be up to par with the art. if not, it should be at least close to it. because the art might attract people, but if the story doesn’t resonate, if it doesn’t make much sense, then ppl are bound to leave and drop it. and what is a story, but pretty pictures and nothing substantial in it? nothing, but superficial beauty.

#sadistic beauty #rant #ramble #confused as fuck #wtf #why #sadistic beauty rant #spoilers #sadistic beauty spoilers #listen the amount of times i flipped my shit on this story would fill a whole bathtub

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quitmecoldturkey · 3 years ago

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@jacob-blogs tagged me to post 4 songs I got on repeat, and who am I to deny such a request?? (Thank you for the tasty tunes!) there’s truly too many to mention, but these are the first four that come to mind.

Honestly, this song always gets me in the feels. Everything about it is just so 👨‍🍳 💋 That every time I listen to it I cry on the inside. Also, I grew up with this song so nostalgia hits twice as hard.

This song I just recently started listening to, but it’s got such a lighthearted vibe and I can imagine myself in a montage in one of those movies and just jumping around and dancing in my room to this song.

This song I really like because of the chorus, but I really like both of their voices. Tbh this list should include anything by either Juan Gabriel or Natalia Lafourcade tbh. Truly iconic and Mexican classics.

Last but not least, Whitney Houston. Such a vibe, she’s amazing. It makes me wanna break up with my partner and I’m single a’f lol immaculate fuck around and find out vibes and I love it.

I tag @skiingcows , @yddaw , @zanmor , and @ursbearhug . Absolutely no pressure, but it’s always a pleasure, babes 😘

#me #music

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thyandrawrites · 4 years ago

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I wanna know your best mha female and male Characters and the worst too and can you also add the reasons too?

Sure. I was tagged in similar games by two other people so I might as well answer at once.

Best females:

- Toga. It took me a really long time to warm up to her because she’s such a complex character. She’s hard to understand and easy to flatten down into shallow readings, but that’s what makes her the best written female character of the series imho. She has depth, and her bright sides and flaws are complementary and both get addressed as such. She also directly influences the plot with her agency, rather than acting like a puppet like most other fem characters Hori writes. She’s sympathetic and terrifying at the same time, without one denying the other, and I love that duality of hers.

- Fuyumi. I know people dismiss her a lot because she plays nice with her dad, but I feel like in doing so people also dismiss how her own trauma impacted her personality / beliefs. They tend to give her a lot less room for fuckups than her brothers. I see a lot of myself in Fuyumi. Particularly in her protective nature, and in her fear of conflict. As someone who was in exactly her position, as the second child who saw up close her elder sibling often create avoidable conflicts with the patriarch of the family, I feel like her own abused child status often gets brushed off simply because people don’t see her own hurt or think it secondary to more visible kinds of trauma. I think Fuyumi has a lot of depth too and we should acknowledge that her desire to have a less dysfunctional family is just as flawed as Dabi’s wish to kill his dad, but also just as valid.

- Ochako. Ochako’s writing... could be done better, but still I think there’s something super interesting about her. I like how her motivation to become a hero had actual depth. It wasn’t blind faith in heroics or an aspiration to look cool, it was pure utility. That’s very refreshing in a manga that is often so black and white. I also like how Ochako is girly while also being badass. My favourite Ochako moment was when she rained down a meteor shower on poor Bakugou’s head. Had it been a dude doing that, everyone would’ve been fawning over it. Like, come on, we all know that the only reason why she lost against Bakugou was because Bakugou was the deuteragonist at the time. And also because she was a girl. I also love that she’s hella perceptive.

- Miruko. Like, for now she’s not a fully fleshed out character, but I love her rowdiness and her “no bullshit” approach. Most fem character Hori writes often follow the lead of male characters and rarely do things on their own, but Miruko is a nice exception. Sure, I would’ve loved her more if she didn’t find so much pleasure in not having to hold back against noumus... but I like that she’s one of the few women that are allowed not to say “sorry” constantly.

- I wanna say Momo because she’s top of the class and her quirk is one of the most fascinating and she often doesn’t get credit for her quick smart thinking (training camp arc, anyone??), but tbh I like Jirou a lot more. Possibly because Momo’s extreme sexualization puts me off her character a lot. Jirou isn’t particularly special or innovative, but I like how she’s written to be a normal girl. There’s nothing super flashy about her. Her body type is normal for a 15y/o, her punk/emo vibe is too, and she manages to be compelling and relatable even if there’s nothing “extra” about her.

Worst female characters

- Mount lady. I feel like she’s... the condensation of all of Horikoshi’s misogyny poured into a single character. She’s shallow, manipulative, vain and petty. I have lost count of how many times she’s been depicted with significant focus given to her ass in a tight spandex suit. It’s like she exists just to cast women in a bad light. As in, they are only there as sex objects but their personalities are terrible. She and Midnight also make some borderline pedophiliac comments that make me uncomfortable.

- I could add more characters here but I don’t actually dislike them. I just think that they don’t have a personality at all.

Worst male characters

- E slur cause I can’t tell what Horikoshi’s intentions with him are and the emotional ping-pong game in trying to figure out if the Todorokis will ever be allowed to heal is draining

- Mineta because assault and sexual harassment should never be used for comedic relief and the fact that he’s an author insert makes it even more disgusting

- Gentle because he’s annoying as fuck and super forgettable

Best male characters

this is where I expose myself as a emo stan but:

- Dabi. Well. Relatable things about his character aside, I like Dabi because he’s the chara that brings forward the best social commentary of the series. He directly calls out on screen the flaws of the hero system and his backstory is such that it makes it super easy to see he has a point. About all of it. But at the same time he’s a deeply flawed and complex individual, and despite how his claims are right, you can’t help but get pulled in by the tragedy of his methods, which are basically the same violent ones he was brought up with. I find him a very compelling character. One that draws real emotions out of me, and one whose struggle I can get invested in enough to want him to succeed. That’s the purpose behind a main character, yet Dabi manages to do that from the sidelines. He was introduced in volume 7 and his backstory still hasn’t been revealed 26+ volumes in, yet he still managed to climb the ranks of my faves because his writing is that interesting

- Shigaraki. I like Shigaraki for basically the same reasons as Dabi. Plus, Shigaraki also has an incredible character growth. His character arc is the best written one of the series. Another thing I like about Shig is that his struggle is always shown on screen. He doesn’t get random power ups. He gets challenged, he suffers, he faces losses, and finally he conquers. Seeing a character struggle on screen makes for compelling writing and his story is one that’s extremely sympathetic. People who reduce him to a feral gremlin or insist on how “too far gone” he is are shallow as hell.

- Hawks. I know that lately people think I hate him because I’m always ripping into his choices, but he’s actually my second fave character of the series after Dabi. Understanding the complexity and most importantly the nuance of his character requires essays, and that’s what makes him interesting to me. I like that he’s not written to be likeable, but that he still ends up being a relatable character because he just doesn’t know how to free himself of his own cage. Actually, he willingly throws away the key. What made me warm up to Hawks was the huge amount of foiling with the villains, showcasing once again that the line between the hero/villain labels is very thin and entirely made up. I love his connection to the core conflict of the story, aka the injustice and the violence of the heroes that breeds the violence of the villains. I love how Hawks is written as a tightrope walker constantly balancing to avoid falling this or that way. And I love the tragic irony in his writing: his ignorance of Endeavor’s abuse makes him look up to the man, even if Endeavor victimized his family in a very similar way to how the hpsc victimized Hawks.

- Bakugou. An even more controversial character, I know. Before falling for the villains, Bakugou was my fave character because there’s a lot of nuance in his writing. I liked that he was a gifted kid struggling with his self-perception, with redefining the meaning of “being the best” when he found himself challenged and surrounded by talent that overshadowed his. I liked his struggle to still see himself as worthy even when he wasn’t the best, because that mindset of perfectionism is something I struggle with as well. I also liked that he was a genuinely awful person whose flaws were never excused by the narrative. I liked how he was constantly punished by the story for refusing to grow, and how that forced him to reassess his way of doing things. I still hate how quickly Hori swept the bullying under the rug though, because his new “friendship” with Izuku feels super forced to me since Bakugou never even acknowledged how awful he was to Izuku in the first place. I’m still hoping that at some point Hori will return to that topic and make him apologize properly.

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capriccio-con-espressione · 5 years ago

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Lap Fuddles

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sub!Renjun, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Thigh riding, Hair pulling, Spanking, Pegging, Degradation, Profanity, CFNM, Some pretty hardcore graphic dirty talk, Orgasm denial

Word Count: 2k

A/N:

This can be seen as the continuation of this ask @submissivekpop (tbh I am the one who sent that in), which is my idea of “steamy passionate sex” mentioned in it, so I strongly recommend reading it beforehand to get a full grasp of the background of this scenario.

This is also my first published work after I re-start my blog, and I hope doms thirsting after subby Renjun are satisfied!

"I thought you didn't like being on my lap...but here you are, riding me like a needy horny kit in calling..." You sneer as your hand comes down to slap and pinch Renjun’s cheek, which is still rosy from the spanking earlier, as the fingers of your other hand are still pumping his spot deliciously, causing his delicate body to slightly quiver and speed up his movements, dazed but focused on building up the sensation in his lower abdomen.

Smirking at his fervent humping as well as his obviously heightened desires, your hand wanders around on his smooth skin. “Where is that defiant sulky little boy who insisted that sitting on my lap is ‘unmanly’ and ‘embarrassing’ hmm? Now look at you, enjoying yourself this shamelessly much just like a fucking slut. Do you think it’s still necessary to maintain your ludicrous ‘manly’ image, since you apparently prefer to be my whore?”

Renjun still continues to grind on you, so immersed in the friction provided by your jean-clad thigh that he fails to take notice of your rhetorical question, which soon earns him a firm tug on his hair as he whimpers at the sudden pain.

“Do you still insist on being ‘manly’ while you are already whoring up?” You grab a handful of his hair, pulling your fingers out of his agape hole as you repeat the simplified question.

“No... Miss, I don't anymore...please…" Renjun whines at the sense of loss on his prostate.

“Please what? My little slut.” You deliberately tighten your thigh muscle to make him moan at the sudden change of sensation.

“Please...Miss, I want…” Renjun sways his hips titillatingly, making his needs fairly noticeable.

"Can’t even use your words properly, how pathetic." You tauntingly brush your fingers around his entrance in a circular motion. "Tell me exactly where you want me and what you want me to do with you. Make it clear."

Renjun lowers his head, avoiding your piercing gaze as he blushes and stammers. "Please Miss...I want...mmff...I want you to f-fuck deep into my ass...hahh...w-with your fingers...please"

"That's my good honest boy." You coo as you immediately push three fingers into him, making him yelp and grasp hard onto your shoulders at the shockwave of pleasure. "Does my slutty little kitten want something bigger and thicker?"

"Y-yesss Miss...please…" Renjun shudders and stutters as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

You then plant a light kiss on his cheek before gesturing him to stand up for you to fasten the strap-on dildo around your crotch.

"Be good and ride my cock. Show me exactly what a desperate fuckaholic you are." You seductively gaze at him as you are lubing the silicone toy.

"Me...doing it...myself...again?” The tint on his cheeks begins to glow even redder. “Riding your thigh was already embarrassing enough, yet now you still want more? You are pushing it too far you evil devil…”

You cock your eyebrow in amusement, despite his accusing tone, his complexion, slightly shifty gaze, as well as his lightly twitching cock all give away signs of his arousal.

“So now I am the evil one here huh?” You disapprovingly scoff, getting up from the couch and push him downwards, forcing him to bend over the cushioned back. "Why bad-mouth the big mighty devil you love so fucking much," You grip hard onto his little waist before landing a hard slap on his still pinkish rear, "when your body reactions already obviously betrayed your words? Hmm my lying little kitten?" You then give him a few consecutive harsh spanks, causing him to let out pathetic whiny moans and squirm under the stinging sensation.

"You think you are all difficult and formidable…" You slap him for the one last time, then reach down to caress his throbbing arousal generously, before going back up to resume his punishment. "...But in fact, you are nothing but a predictable little licentious kit that is putty in my hands…" You snicker as you press your still clothed chest against his back to breathe hotly near his ear, while your thumb lightly teases his slick entrance as the tips of the rest of your fingers brush stealthily against his sensitive flesh down south.

"Does my untruthful little brat know why he can't win against his Mistress now?" You wickedly smack his cheeks as you begin to pump his shaft, internally smirking that Renjun is too carried away to utter any word. "It's because I know you too well, and I can read you in a split second just like an open book. I will take advantage of your every possible kink and torture every inch of you until your every single nerve bundle is burning with desires embroidered by my scent, touch, and everything me. Get that? My filthy slut?" Your clear enunciation of the last few words is followed by sadistic laughter ringing in Renjun's ear, the degradation sinking into his trembling body even more, as he can do nothing but hold on tightly to the couch for support.

"You want to cum huh, my needy little fucktoy?" You sneer as you release your hand originally wrapped around his cock, focusing fully and solely rubbing between his cheeks, as he desperately nods.

"You want me to destroy that pretty little fuckhole with my massive dick until you can't get any load out of you anymore?"

"Y-yesss Mistress...f-fuckk stop teasing me pleaasee…"

After his plea, you creep behind him, spread his awaiting hole wide, before sliding into him in a slow cautious one-go. As he moans out at the feeling of being stuffed and stretched, you spank him twice, once for each cheek, to turn his sounds of satisfaction into gasps of surprise.

"I'm still not done with disciplining you yet, slut." You growl as you intersperse your deep thrusts with loud smacks. "You should be punished not only because of your disobedience, but also your dishonesty for not coming clean with me about the true filthy side of you earlier."

With your one hand still marking his cheek, your other hand creeps up to pinch his already hardened nipple. While Renjun's quivering and panting hard from the triple pleasure, you make his mind messier by pressing close up to him and nibbling his neck. "Now you can think of nothing but my cock buried deep inside you driving you senseless, just like a dim-witted whore you are."

Already lost count of how many times his pre-cum has oozed out of his slit, Renjun still wets himself even worse when he feels your tongue moisturizing his sweet spots, along with your gravelly moans vibrating against him. The only two things that matter to him now are first, your ruthless cock ramming into him, second, the last bits of his brain functions ordering him to moan as wantonly as he can because you've trained him to be shamelessly vocal for your enjoyment. You can easily tell the timing when he's getting nearer to his breaking point by the volume and coherence of his moans, but you decide to be cruel and delay his orgasm further.

"Looks like someone has already got his fair share of dirty pleasure without doing much." Your sly remarks, as well as the withdrawal of your member, rip straight through his climax as he can't help but look into your eyes incredulously. "Why give me that look? You have to make up for the order you failed to follow! Now get your ass down to my lap again and worship my cock properly with that insatiable tight boypussy of yours."

You quickly shift both of you into the desired position as Renjun, dreading being denied another orgasm again, obediently sinks down on your cock without much hesitation this time.

"Oh you should've known better don't you?" You gleefully smirk as you slap his jiggling cheeks playfully like treating a toy. "You should know that I am the Queen that completely owns you, and you should be thankful that I grant you the privilege to let you share my throne on my lap, yet you decided to be an ungrateful little rascal."

You then commence fondling his balls that ache to be touched again. "See? If you had let me taken over you much more willingly without those stupid attempts to protest, we could have so much more fun together…" While one of your hands is still jerking him off, the other goes up to firmly tug his hair, pulling his head closer to you as your lips approach his ear. "The Queen enjoying the show her little cockslave is putting on and you getting the best fuck of your life...why were you just too stupid to realize that this spices things up for both of us sooner? My pretty little fuckpet?"

"I was stupid, Your Highness." Renjun slides deeper into his subspace as he bounces up and down on you even faster. "Please allow your dumb slave to cum...please…"

"Finally someone's remorseful." You muse in delight. "But still…" You steady your lower body and tighten your grip on Renjun, before starting to thrust back up into him, the sensation almost choking the pretty boy, as he leans his chin on your shoulder for extra support, a convenient position for you to whisper more nasty things to him.

“Look at you now, riding my cock and following commands this well. You do have the potential to be my pliant plaything, but your snarky bratty mouth refused to surrender. But in fact, you are just a tsundere little kitten that treasures your useless pride a bit too much to admit that you love being humiliated and tortured, aren’t you?” Your hips move in sync with his, both of you focused on getting the dildo deeper inside him, as Renjun lets out a faint whimper indicating your pertinent descriptive words has worked on him. “But now since you have been good, I will fuck every last bit of your purity, sanity, rationality and your so-called masculinity out of you until you are a teary vulnerable mess and begging me to have mercy on you, because all you deserve is to be fucked open as my personal sleazy slut every single night…”

Renjun feels his second climax soon building up again as both the physical pleasure and the stimuli from your graphic degrading words resonate in harmony in his mind, sending him over the edge. You on the other hand, feel even more empowered and aroused at the fact that though with the fabric barrier of your clothes blocking direct contact with your sub, you still are blessed with the ability to wrap him around your finger, with more ecstasy dripping out of your heat at the sight of a beautifully flushed Renjun humping you in his honeyed voice.

You respond to his fervent pleas to cum with some gentle coaxes, which soon milk hot spurts of seeds out of him as he gradually slows down and crashes onto you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Doing your aftercare routine to get him back to his senses, you gently peck his limp body and wipe the tears away from the corner of his eyes, then wrap him in a comfy Moomin blanket he likes the most that you have already prepared next to you beforehand, and tell him how good he is at pleasuring you and how ethereal he looks right now while you affectionately pet his hair which is damp from sweat.

Arms still tightly around your waist, Renjun finally looks up to face you, but avoids your direct gaze from time to time to prevent himself from burning with embarrassment.

“Now what? Still too shy to admit that you like lap cuddles?” You lightheartedly tease and nudge him.

“No, I’m not!” Renjun’s voice, though sounding indignant at first, you can still detect the undertone that is filled with love and the cravings of more intimacy with you.

You both giggle as you allow him to bury his face in your chest to indulge in your sweet fragrance that never fails to remind him whom he belongs to and feels safe with, cherishing the moment in comfortable silence where you just simply enjoy each other’s company.

#nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct smut #nct dream imagines #nct dream smut #renjun #huang renjun #renjun smut #renjun imagines #00 line smut #sub!nct #dom!reader #sub!renjun #sub!nct smut #my writings #nct hard hours #lap fuddles

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unibrowzz · 4 years ago

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Mod (finally) reviews all 67 winners of the Eurovision Song Contest Part VI: The 00s

So I gave the 2000s a lot of shit back when I was rewatching them, mainly because the contests became much longer now with the introductions of so many more participants that semi finals had to be introduced, and also because the song quality nosedived. With the televote now in full control of who won, all you really needed to do to get a good result was either send somebody well known in your geographical area, and/or send something weird that would stand out amongst 40+ participants.

This is where the illusion of “bloc voting” came from.

So song, quality for the most part, was compromised in favour of either sending an attention-grabbing vote trap or just somebody famous. But that’s enough about the contests overall, how’s about them winners?

2000- Fly on the Wings of Love

Country: Denmark

Artist: Olsen Brothers

Language: English

Thoughts: I wonder how it feels to wait nearly 40 years to win again only to win as a complete surprise with a song 100/1 in the odds. Must be weird. My feelings towards this song are… kinda mixed. It sounds like the kind of song you swear you’ve heard before over a million times, be it in advertisements, on the radio, being played by buskers or bored guitar kids at parties. But at the same time it feels so completely different compared to other winners and, Hell, even other Eurovision songs at the time. It’s a very striking and recognisable song when talking about Eurovision music, sure. It’s very chill, and relaxed, and the singer has a bizarre voice which somehow sounds heavily autotuned even when he’s performing live.

Is this my personal winner for this year? Not really

If no, what is? Sweden- Roger Pontare- “When Spirits are Calling my Name”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 46th

2001- Everybody

Country: Estonia

Artist: Tanel Padar & Dave Benton

Language: English

Thoughts: And this folks, is what you call a guilty pleasure. I avoided this song for a while because I just knew it was objectively terrible. I knew this barely qualified as a song, that most of it was just two mismatched dudes shouting at each other over a disco track, that the lyrics aren’t that great at all… Et cetera. And yet, trashy as it is, I still really like this song. I don’t really know why, maybe it’s my barely-hidden desire to be an obnoxious contrarian, maybe it’s because the chorus has some fairly decent lyrics (especially for an eastern European entry), maybe it’s because it’s catchy… Or maybe because it’s fun, I dunno.

Is this my personal winner for this year? 2001 really sucked tbh

If no, what is? Honestly yeah, this song shreds

Personal ranking (out of 67): 13th

2002: I Wanna

Country: Latvia

Artist: Marie N (Or, Maria Naumova)

Language: English (I think…?)

Thoughts: You want a song which hasn’t aged well? Well here you go. I’m sure this song was MUCH more bearable back in 2002, but listening to it now is just... What on Earth is she even saying?? I don’t think I’ve heard a song with such garbled lyrics before. On my first listen, I couldn’t even distinguish what language this song was in, and when I finally realised it was in English… good Lord, the lyrics are complete nonsense. And the rhyming? It’s non-existent. The funny thing is Marie herself speaks really good English, so why this song sounds like it was run through Google Translate five times and sung by someone who only started learning English 5 minutes ago is beyond me. But enough about the terrible singing, lyrics and butchery of the English language, does this song have anything else going for it? Not really. I’d put this song into the same category as “Diva”, in that it’s trying desperately to be the next big disco track of its decade, but it just never reaches the crescendo it sets out to achieve. It just drunkenly fumbles around until it ends. What a graceful entry.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? United Kingdom- Jessica Garlick- "Come Back"

Personal ranking (out of 67): 59th

2003- Every Way that I Can

Country: Turkey

Artist: Sertab Erener

Language: English

Thoughts: Ah yes, the original ethnopop winner. I’m still not 100% sure what ethnopop is, but I’m guessing it’s just slang for the kind of music you’d hear in a gay bar whilst on your holidays. Not that I would know. This is yet another winner where it took me a good few listens to properly enjoy it since I thought the lyrics were a bit… bad. But unlike those other songs, I got into this one way back in (checks playlist) 2014, and I still haven’t managed to fall out of love with it, so to speak. I still really like this song, I’d go as far as to say it’s in my top ten favourite winners in fact. A statement which still hasn’t changed after I watched the 2003 contest recently in July of 2020, so hooray for that. And ethnopop isn’t really a genre I tend to gravitate towards, but I think what makes this song stand out to me at least is how heavy it is. This is a very slow song when you look at its BPM, and the beat just pounds loud and clear all throughout it. It’s not as obnoxious or in-your-face as other songs of its genre, it’s its own thing and that’s what makes it a cut above the rest for me.

Is this my personal winner for this year? Yes

If no, what is? N/A

Personal ranking (out of 67): 5th

2004- Wild Dances

Country: Ukraine

Artist: Ruslana

Language: English

Thoughts: Ah yes, the superior Ukrainian winner. This song is kind of similar to the one above, in that just like “Every Way that I Can” this is a big, stampy dance number, only this time with the distinction that the lyrics were written in 30 seconds rather than a few minutes. It doesn't get lazier than this folks. But I'm willing to forgive lazy lyrics if the song can distract me from them, and thankfully this song can. Plus it’s not like this song needs good lyrics anyway, I get the feeling the focus is more on the beat and instrumental more than anything. And luckily I’m a sucker for that.

Is this my personal winner for this year? Yes

If no, what is? N/A

Personal ranking (out of 67): 7th

2005- My Number One

Country: Greece

Artist: Helena Paparizou

Language: English

Thoughts: I’ll give you “My Number One crawled so Fuego could run”, more like My Number One won so Fuego could pull up the rear in second place behind a song full of chicken noises. But I’m getting ahead of myself. This song I feel is the one which really popularised that… certain brand of Eurovision song. The female-led, east Meditteranean origin, “Yas queen slay” brand of Eurovision song. Yanno. The true gay bar song. Which is, as I said earlier, not really a genre I like nor care for. Do I like this song? Eh. Kinda. I can’t really bring myself to hate it, since I have some good memories associated with it, but... … Well, I wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to it, put it that way. It feels kind of aggressive, and not in a way I’m all that comfortable with. The way she snarls that she’ll “get vicious” if her love isn’t reciprocated especially doesn’t sit right with me. Like I don’t want to be a That Guy™ who says people would get offended if a man sang that line, but it still puts me off a bit.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? Hungary- NOX- “Forogj, Viláj!”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 36th

2006- Hard Rock Hallelujah

Country: Finland

Artist: Lordi

Language: English

Thoughts: My mother always asks me “how did this win?” And I always tell her, “Well it’s been nearly 15 years since it won and you still remember it, so clearly it left an impact on people.” So, obviously, this is a gimmicky entry; without the giant monster costumes I highly doubt this would’ve even qualified, let alone won with what was then a record-breaking score. After all, rock/metal songs don’t tend to fare well at this contest. Even with the drunk European public in full control of the vote, most of them are lucky to even make it onto the left side of the scoreboard, and getting into the top ten? Forget it. It's too niche of a genre for it to have broad appeal, especially given how a lot of viewers (in my experience at least) DO tend to be older and more conservative, shall we say. Now, I'm not an expert on rock or metal myself, so I can't really say whether this is a good representation of the genre or whether this is what outsiders THINK it's like, but even to my untrained ear this does sound very tongue-in-cheek. Like I don’t want to go so far as to say this is a parody of metal music, but it definitely doesn’t seem to take itself too seriously. The song, I mean. Apparently the band is very serious about their monster aesthetic; but I digress. That said, I do have a soft spot for whatever sub-genre of metal this is, so I don’t mind this one in the slightest.

Is this my personal winner for this year? This or Croatia

If no, what is? Croatia- Séverina- “Moja Stikla”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 30th

2007: Molitva

Country: Serbia

Artist: Marija Serifovic

Language: Serbian (Translation: “Prayer”)

Thoughts: Ah, this one takes me back. This was one of the first Eurovision songs I remember truly falling in love with way back in 2013. I must’ve been about 16 or 17 at the time, heavily into dark, edgy music, and this song was just pure heaven for me. Ticked all the right boxes. It’s dark, it’s brooding, it’s sultry, the vocals are stellar, the lyrics are incredible; like, I wanted the title of this song tattooed on my wrist, I loved it so damn much, I just wanted to declare to the world that I loved this song. But that was then, how do I feel about it today? Obviously not the same, tastes evolve over time and after a while I wasn’t so easily suckered into this song’s spell like I used to be. But at the same time, I can’t deny that this is a fantastic song across the board, and one I still like despite it being my edgy favourite from back when my taste in music was terrible. Plus this is also the best-sung song of the 2000s, but that’s like being the tallest person in a room full of toddlers.

Is this my personal winner for this year? Yes

If no, what is? N/A

Personal Ranking (out of 67): 3rd

2008: Believe

Country: Russia

Artist: Dima Bilan

Language: English

Thoughts: Ah yes. The song that finally made Terry Wogan quit after 30 years of “commentating”. The song that proved to the people of the UK once and for all that the contest was rigged to favour certain countries and that countries in western Europe would never win again. Was it worth it? Not really, but I’m not complaining. Now, I don't like Wogan's commentary at all, but really? This song? This is the straw that broke the camel’s back? This song isn’t bad per se, it’s just… Very underwhelming. And outdated. Like I can smell the 2000s off this one and it smells like Lynx body spray and hair gel. It's stuck in that awkward phase where it's too old to be cool, but not old enough to be retro, and it’s forever doomed to be a product of its time. It’s just an average, generic, “I have a dream and I can achieve it” pseudo-ballad; nothing outstanding or special. The performance feels very stale and formulaic too. The only way to describe it is it’s what I imagine an American person would THINK a winning Eurovision song would be like based on what they get told by their European pen pals. Dated music, hot Russian men, over the top presentation, like this just reeks of what outsiders (or British people, for that matter) think Eurovision is made of. On a different note, mediocre and dated as this song may be, I can still kinda see how it won (and no, it has nothing to do with Russia’s international relationships). Dima himself is a very… unique performer; one who performs with the questionable energy of an overexcitable children’s YouTuber, and his dramatic and exaggerated movements make this whole performance a bit of a blast to watch. But that doesn’t really save how painfully bland the song is.

Is this my personal winner for this year? No

If no, what is? Latvia- Pirates- "Wolves of the Sea"

Personal ranking (out of 67): 48th

2009: Fairytale

Country: Norway

Artist: Alexander Rybak

Language: English

Thoughts: I’m not going to lie, my feelings towards this song are incredibly mixed. There’s a lot of appeal here, with wild violin solos, swooping vocals and a pounding beat, as well as a very singalongable chorus; like, this is a good, solid song. But… something here just doesn’t gel with me. This, to me, is one of those “good by default” songs that’s a solid ‘A’ across the board, but something’s just… missing for me. There’s not enough here for me to go out of my way to download and listen to this on a regular basis. It's in the same boat as “Waterloo” in that I don't dislike it, because it’s still a good song, but I can't say I like it either, because it’s such a default "best Eurovision song”, so I can’t sincerely say I like it. Am I making sense? Probably not. But basically my thoughts are “it’s good, but it’s not my kind of good.”

Is this my personal winner for this year? Ehhhhhh

If no, what is? Germany- Alex Swings, Oscar Sings- “Miss Kiss Kiss Bang”

Personal ranking (out of 67): 29th

#final round tomorrow ayyy #eurovision #mod's winner reviews #esc winners

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self-loving-vampire · 4 years ago

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@melancholygirlfrien said:

I think I'm literally incapable of imagining how dull your mind is. people with children have every right to go out to eat, and travel on planes just like everybody else.

No one said anything about stopping them or suspending their rights in any way, only that noise is annoying (and especially painful to autistic people with sensory issues).

Now, they shouldn't be bringing their babies to movie theatres especially if that baby is too young to appreciate the movie and understand what's going on, I do agree with that. But when it comes to most other public places, I think you as the adult should just shut the fuck up and deal with it tbh.

As a childless person you have no idea what parents go through so maybe next time a baby annoys you you should just do the respectful thing and look the other way,

Um... what do you think I do? Activate Karen Mode and go bother the parents about it?

Nah, I just judge them silently. I am free to complain as much as I want on the internet though.

be grateful that the baby only annoyed you for a short time, and that you don't have to deal with a baby on an every day basis like the parents of that child do

I like how I don’t even have to argue in favor of being childfree because even people who love babies seem find them endlessly annoying and draining.

I know you can't put yourself in the shoes of babies, or parents, or anyone else because you have low empathy so that's literally what I'm saying. I can't make you understand or myself understand how terribly dull it must be inside your mind so there's no point to discussing this, you're just going to see things through your self-centered world view and never evolve from that. You may not want to

And yet from my own point of view it is the parents you’re defending who are being inconsiderate of others, especially people with sensory issues.

Like, your argument doesn’t even deny that they are making a selfish decision for their own pleasure at the cost of others, you only claim that they are entitled to do so.

You don’t call that self-centered?

I feel like you might be focusing too much on the presence or absence of empathy and neglecting considerations like “what effect will this action have on others?”

Also, for the record: It is more accurate to say that I have low affective empathy, but normal to high cognitive empathy.

I actually can put myself in the shoes of those parents, and my conclusion is that if I was in their situation I would probably just stay home? Being home suits me fine and I would rather not cause other people pain through noise.

Like, ok, lemme just put this in a way for you to understand: I am the owner of an adorable baby snake. I love him and I plan to take him out the the pet store at some point when he's comfortable enough to be handled and go out. Now, fear of snakes is one of the most common phobias there is. Many people are afraid of snakes and some even hate them, naturally they do look very strange and I can see why some would be uncomfortable with them. Should I then avoid having a snake or taking my snake outside in the world just because some people might be annoyed by it, or scared? Fuck no, if someone talks shit about my baby snake I have every right to tell them to go suck it.

I don’t know, when I see people fearmongering about snakes (and everything from Christianity to JK Rowling is very anti-snake) I don’t take it personally or “tell them to go suck it”. I may lack empathy but I do understand the fact that other people do not share my preferences.

If people have ophidiophobia I would actually recommend them not to look at my blog or anything, but I would not go around picking fights with them without a better reason, especially if they would rather leave me alone.

Just bc there's people out there who see babies as a nuisance and hate it when babies cry doesn't mean the parent is responsible for catering to those people. It's developmentally healthy for babies to be taken outside and shown the world!! It's good for their socialization and development!! Parents shouldn't be judged for being in public with their babies just bc their cry has the potential to annoy pussies like you

I don’t know, like I said I am very glad my development was generally more about learning a second language plus reading early by playing on the computer and less about publicly humiliating my parents at the movies. Wish there had been less abusers though.

When my parents did start dragging me out with them (mainly later in life) it was almost always for their own benefit rather than mine. I was open about my preference for staying inside.

I sincerely see no value in getting dragged around by parents. I never wanted it for myself to begin with.

#long post #babygate

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typinggently · 5 years ago

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I want to bow down before your writing good lord. Also if I sorta reblogged your prompt list and asked for some, would you mind? I’ve never done that and I sorta want. It’s okay if not. Anyway, Frankenbilly with 10 or 18, your choice ❤️

Love, thank you so much for your sweet words 😭💝💝💝 I adore your blog so this means a lot ahh :’’’’)

& I’m SO sorry about this delay, for some reason this took ages to write. Also - of course!!! Feel free to use any prompts you want! They’re so much fun and I’d love to see what you come up with!! 💝

(also...I took the liberty to just fill both prompts...I love these fools...)

18. coming from ass play only

Alright, not to be, you know, une romantique™️, but I say it’s an accident.

Which is to say - I’m more than sure that Billy is perfectly aware that he can come like this when he’s getting himself off. But I also think that it’s never happened with anyone else. So that’s not something to be expected, at all.

Frank, meanwhile, is generally clueless. He’s pretty good at what he does and he knows he’s doing alright, but he hasn’t fooled around with enough men to know that this could happen.

Now, the problem for Billy - and that’s the problem about 67% of the time - is that Frank is special. I’m also more than sure that Billy didn’t dream of going bareback before, but the moment the possibility of getting with Frank presented itself, he decided that actually, he needs to feel him, and he will NOT be denied.

But this time, they don’t even get to that part.

At this point, they’ve probably been tangled up for at least an hour, lazily making out with Franks arms wrapped around his waist and Billy’s palm on his chest, shoved underneath the hoodie to enjoy his heartbeat, the heat of his body. (And that’s another thing Billy wasn’t a fan of for most of his life… if you want to fuck, just fuck. Overcooking pasta won’t do the meal any good. But then Frank put his warm paws on him and kissed his neck and Billy decided that actually? This for two hours, please.) And finally, when the languid tenderness has turned into a cinnamon-sweet heat, Billy makes a soft, inquiring sound, scratching through Frank’s buzzed short hair the way he likes. Frank shivers with half-swallowed growl, slips his tongue into Billy’s mouth, and that’s as good as a yes.

Which is how they end up in bed (well, after another 5-7 minutes). Billy’s hands in Frank’s hair, on his back, his shoulders, with Frank’s shirt blissfully off and forgotten about. Frank’s mouth on his neck, his hand on his waist.

And Frank has nice hands. Nice everything, honestly, which is why Billy can’t bring himself to let go of him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, in his hair, on his back. It’s such a languid-sweet heat, simmering through them, leaving them oddly sensitive and a tad light-headed.

And at first, they have the clear agenda of just opening him up, but in the end, they both get a little lost. Billy makes his soft little sounds, lashes heavy and fluttering and kisses words against Frank’s jaw, his mouth. All “Don’t stop, just a little more-“ He doesn’t notice how close he’s getting until he’s already shivering, twitching, gasping. Half-delirious with pleasure.

Frank murmuring something, encouragements and love-drunk nonsense, the words hardly more than a half kiss of his soft-warm lips brushed against Billy’s cheek, his open mouth. And he moves a little, changes the angle of his hand slightly, back muscles rolling, flexing, warm under Billy’s greedy hands. At the following spark of heat, Billy gasps softly, lets his head fall back, shivers and just like that, he comes, with a surprised little moan, fingernails digging into Frank’s back.

Billy supposed it’s another of those things that are special for Frank.

(Also - watch me cheat, since it’s a combination of multiple factors here. But I was feeling very soft)

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10. having to be very quiet for fear of being overheard. – Frank/Billy

Listen. These two aren’t very smart.

Sure, they’re intelligent, there’s tactical thinking, manipulation, strategic planning, etc. But they are SO stupid. Especially when they’re working together. Which they obviously end up doing.

On top of that: They’re absolutely incapable of shutting up when they’re together. Absolutely impossible. They get each other way too hot to be quiet.

And part of that, I think, is due to the army days, at least for Frank. He’s a passionate guy, and he’s had to adjust to living in close quarters with others. Which is to say, he’s been keeping himself in check for years. He’s had it. When he feels like moaning, he moans. Fuck you.

Billy’s a bit different, I feel. He’s used to putting on a bit of a show, he didn’t necessarily mean every noise he made with other partners. But, you know, it sounds nice, it gets the job done. Once he started fooling around with Frank, though, he came to the (rather shocking) conclusion that actually? People make a whole lot of noise when they feel good? What I’m saying is that he has NO control over his voice with Frank. Every soft-sweet sound is 100% real and that’s a little shocking tbh. The first time that happens, he has a little moment of “Wait? What? Who was that?” (A whole other concept worth exploring tbh)

But that’s just the preface. Because what if they have to be quiet?

See, as mentioned before, they aren’t very smart. They’re very into each other, they’re very passionate, they’re bound to hook up at inconvenient places more often than not. Especially since Billy has a thing for Frank looking hot and furious and violent, and Frank has a thing for Billy, period.

So when they do jobs together, they usually know that they’re going to fuck after, so they do some planning beforehand to make sure they don’t end up repeating that one time they ended up making out on the subway because they were dumb and horny. (And like. They have covers. They don’t just sit around with their guns out. So basically, the pigeons taking that line and the two or three other passengers just watched, partly baffled, as these two completely random guys started making out. Like. They managed to cross the entire cart to get at one another. That was NOT one of their proudest moments, as professionals)

Now.

High End Hotel. They’re in, they do their thing, they’re out. Time to leave.

However. You know how you get into those places, right? You dress nicely.

And?? Frank looking hot and furious and violent in a suit? Billy is entirely powerless.

(well, let’s say it like this: Billy could probably at least exceed some self-control and not unleash all his romantic interest on Frank instead of blaming it all on him…but that would require some good will. Which is lacking.)

So what if they’re in a hotel? Hotels have many empty rooms, no one would know.

And?? Billy looking hot and sweet and mischievous with his glinting dark eyes and his sharp smile? Frank is entirely powerless.

(nothing to add. He actually is.)

To not draw this out: They end up in an empty hotel room. Not all that stupid, considering there are people looking for anyone leaving the hotel and just…not leaving could actually be a solid plan.

Not that they’re planning anything. They’re too busy messing up the foamy-white sheets, all greedy hands and sharp teeth. And they really do have to be quiet, considering people might be looking for them (enemies, or, you know, hotel staff). Which brings us back to the main point, which is they are, generally speaking, very, very bad at being quiet.

This time, they manage rather well, at least at first. Frank is mostly too busy being startled that Billy decided to bring lube to a job, and in general preoccupied because, well. Billy decided to bring lube.

Now, fingers are one thing. But the thing is, once they’re actually having penetrative sex, sloppy kisses aren’t really sufficient to keep quiet.

Since this is all Billy’s idea, I say he bottoms (also since I’m p sure he’s way quicker when it comes to the whole prepping thing). And he’s just- he’s just so pretty.

Frank’s messing up the sheets with his sticky hand, his sleek-greasy shoes. But he’s not paying attention, he’s too wrapped up in the way Billy’s back arches, his mouth falls open in a silent-sweet exhale as Frank finally bottoms out. Tense, shivering with pleasure. It’s a sight.

No one would blame Frank for the softest little sigh at that sight, at the tight-slick heat. And at that little sound, Billy’s eyes flutter open, and he moans softly.

And that’s that.

They forget all about their mission and their location, the fact that they should hide… etc etc. Just, gone. Billy’s got his hands on Frank’s broad shoulders, his eyelashes heavy, eyes dark and focussed on Frank. Frank, who drops his head a little so he can kiss Billy, mouth at his jaw, his throat, soft and warm.

It’s almost sweet, but there’s such strength behind Frank’s thrusts, Billy’s nails are digging into his shoulders, his voice breaking on his moans. The sheets end up crumpled, smeared in shoe polish, sweat, Billy’s hair product. And there’s the noise. Soft moans, half-swallowed gasps, Frank’s little grunts and growls. Not as loud as they could be, but there’s no way people passing by won’t know what’s happening, especially not when Frank changes his angle just slightly and Billy makes the most sinful sound. It’s molten heat down Frank’s spine and he has to hear it again and again, until Billy starts pulling at his hair, head thrown back, quivering like a bowstring.

This ended up as an example of when they didn’t manage to be quiet. But alas. I couldn’t help myself.

the prompts💝

#brank #honestly when I tell you I screamed #frankenbilly #also truth be told I like that name so much better for them but brank is short and I misspell stuff a lot so. Ah.#drabble #filth

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laughing-with-god · 6 years ago

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Hi!!! I've just started following you (yandere is my guilty pleasure, so thank god I found your blog) so I don't really know if you take requests or not (I think not), but would you consider, anytime in the future, doing a yandere fanboys but with exo? I loved the BTS one and I'm curious to see how an exo one would turn out ❤️❤️❤️

BITCH I WAS AN EXO-L BEFORE ANYTHING. (Tbh I consider myself more of one than an army but that’s controversial so👀🤫)

Suho- Supportive stan. Buys anything and everything concerning you and your group. The type of guy to buy multiple copies of the same merch or album bc he just wants to support his baby. Has went to multiple fanmeets and concerts, you have seen him many times. Isn’t a big fan of social media but just got an account to follow you. His friends know that whenever they hang out with him, they’re gonna have to catch an earful about the latest thing you did. Tries imitating little catch phrases or stunts you’ve done on variety shows or V-live. Doesn’t participate in fan wars bc he’s classy but if someone said anything negative about you, he would def just make an disgusted face and leave their presence. KING of sending gifts, has handed you a few small ones during fanmeets.

Lay- Very sheepish about his love for you. Buys all the merch and music but doesn’t let people know how big of a fan he is. Practices your choreo and songs, even has his own manlier versions for your performances. You’re the inspiration for any love songs he writes/composes from that point on. He tries to act like how he thinks you would want in a man. If he thinks you like the gentle type, then he’ll practice acting more coy and content. If he thinks you like a manly man, he’ll hit the gym and act more bold. You’re his ideal type of woman. for the few times he did try to date after discovering you, he couldn’t stand women who didn’t resemble you in any way. His wardrobe will change to alter himself into your style. He doesn’t really notice it, the progression happens naturally/subconsciously. His dream is to one day perform with you.

Chen- Everyone within a five mile radius will now how obsessed this guy is with you. Hums your songs everyday while doing mundane chores. Excitedly squeals whenever you update any social media, not caring where the fuck he is. Regularly posts covers of your songs. You’re his phone background, iPad, Apple Watch, laptop EVERYTHING. Dances excitedly whenever he hears your music. Denies being a solo stan, but like he ain’t fooling anything bc he mainly only belts out YOUR lyrics and only half-assedly hums along to the other members’ lines. Not above getting nasty if someone attacks your reputation. Very protective as well, HATES dating rumors with a passion. Really wants to collaborate with you.

Chanyeol- Thinks he is being slick about his love for you but tbh he is not. Religiously streams your music, wears merch and will refuse to leave the house if you were gonna make an appearance on tv bc HE CANNOT MISS IT DAMMIT. Covers your songs, all acoustic. Comments on all your social media pics about how gorgeous you are. The type of guy to need at least a day of no one talking to him after you made a comeback bc he is just so flabbergasted. You will be his background and everything for any electronic he owns. The type to get livid if you looked like you were getting thinner or worn out by schedules. He doesn’t hate girl groups but he doesn’t like them either bc they are your competition. (Still hasn’t forgiven Twice for stealing that award from you). Boy groups annoy him though, will def be naive enough to believe all dating scandals concerning you. He now hates all of Bts, Wanna One, Got7 and half of NCT bc why were they looking at you with heart eyes at that award show?!

Baekhyun- Could shout his devotion to you from the mountain tops. Sings your songs more than his own. Bold asl, def the type to slip up while on Tv and admit he fucking adores you. (Suho will have his ass on a platter for that but like 🤷🏻‍♀️). Headass enough to copy your outfits, tells himself that he’s just completing the other half of the ‘couple aesthetic’. Would drop anything and everything to watch your insta live or check your lastest social media post. Chanyeol bought him a backstage ticket for one of your shows and baekhyun almost promised to give Yeol his first born he was so touched. Thinks he is being subliminal by adding little hints for his love for you on his insta captions but everyone knows what’s up. Sends letters and gifts your way, squeals so loud if you respond in any way. Already has your future kids names picked out. He tired to figure out what type of perfume you wore so he could spray it on his clothes to feel closer to you. Would die before he admits it to anyone.

D.O- Silent stan. His obsession with you is so well hidden. None of the members would even know about it until someone says something slightly offputting about you and Kyungsoo puts them in their place. Adoringly calls you his ‘wifey’ in his mind. Watches variety shows, movies or interviews over and over again. Almost every night. You know those ASMR videos with idols? He listens to yours to fall asleep. Your voice is just so soothing to him. Practices making your favorite meals. Trains himself to remember information about you. He hates thinking that there could be another fan out there who knows more about you then he does. Fav food, pet peeves, height, weight, blood type, school name, birthday ect. HE KNOWS IT ALL. sings your songs to himself often but doesn’t dare post covers. He personally finds covers to be really offensive. The only person who should be singing your songs is you. No other voice could top your delightful tone. Reads tips on how to be a good husband in preparation for you.

Xiumin- uwu stan. Tries to recreate your pictures for his own social media. Quiet but supportive of you, won’t openly blast your music when others are near but when he’s by himself? Hell yeah, sign him tf up. Wants to be your ideal man, starts dressing differently for you. Covers your songs and likes singing along with you on the radio bc he adores the sound of your voices together. Gets hella hurt with dating rumors, don’t mention it around him bc he’ll just get really silent and gloomy. Lowkey he can be pretty petty with other boys who lingered too long at you at events or award shows. Collects polloroid pictures of you, goes over them every night. Has dipped into fanfic about you once or twice bc it just fills this hole inside him. An insufferable urge to be with you. Gets a new cat and names it after you. (Unless ofc you hate cats and prefer dogs bc Xiumin would abandon his love of cats for you)

Kai- He wasn’t sure how it started....okay that’s a lie. Jongin first just thought you were a really fashionable and chic idol. He kept an eye out for you just bc you were very different, but then it grew into an infatuation. He stopped watching you simply for fashion reasons and started watching you bc he was just so enchanted by you. You could advertise a product and he’d the type to go buy it just bc it’s you advertising it. It could literally be something so stupid, like a dish sponge but Jongin would still quietly go out and buy 15 bc like your face is on it....he hates dating rumors concerning him. Like when fans pair him up with Jennie or Krystal, he gets pressed bc like obvi it’s YOU he should be with not them. Very terrified of the idea you could come across his dating rumors and think he’s not loyal to you.

Sehun- Proud, certified Y/n trash. Would wear your merch everyday if he could. His most played songs are all from you. If you ever were on a movie, drama or tv show then they would immediately be his favorite, binge watches it multiple times. Changes his style to fit your aesthetic. Would burn his entire wardrobe if it didn’t suit your tastes. Watches your social media very closely. It’s pretty obvious to other people that he likes you bc you’re literally the only person he follows on insta. Copies your posts for his own account. (I.e; the Miranda Kerr incident👀) He monitors what other people say about you, once got into a heated debate with a nitizen in an effort to defend your honor. Wants to start his own fan café for you. Can and will send expensive gifts your way. The type of guy to look up your guys’ astrological signs and read the compatibility reports. Helps him feel closer to you. If you ever came on screen while his dog was nearby, he point and say “Look vivi, it’s mommy!”

#exo #exo reactions #yandere exo #kpop #chanyeol #sehun #baekhyun #yandere #yixing #lay #kai #jongin #suho #xiumin #jongdae #chen

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serenagaywaterford · 5 years ago

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What is tender culture????

tender culture is all this cottagecore, domesticity, uwu crap that is particularly prevalent in lesbian/wlw circles. like i’m all for fluff and thinking positively but tender culture seems to reduce loving women to a set of stereotypical “feminine” soft and gentle traits. like here’s an example:

“we are in a toasty log cabin in the woods. it’s cold and we snuggle under this homemade quilt with our cat and quietly sip hot chocolate as the snowflakes gently fall against the reddening leaves outside. but we’re safe and warm and loved.”

it’s that sort of shit.

like i said, it’s not bad. it’s just that it’s EVERYWHERE. hell, i follow that lesbian domesticity blog myself tbh (altho i does grate on my nerves that it’s constantly about tender culture and never about sex. and really it is nothing like my relationship with my wife but hey. it’s about her and her wife, not universal experiences. her blog her rules). tender culture as a whole seems to idealise relationships (cos i’m sure it exists in bi and het circles too) as these sweet, cutesy, soft things that are always perfect and everyone is just gentle and calm and utterly loving all the time.

and there’s never any fucking. there’s never any indication that women are sexual beings and sex is an integral part of relationships. (don’t anybody fight me on this. it’s true and you know it.) there’s never any indication that people argue, or tease, or fight, or get turned on. hell, most of the time there’s never even any indication that people PLAY and joke even. it’s ALL like “uwu i barely touch your hand and feel the stars align and we are soft and perfect and fall asleep in your arms.” BARF.

i think, tbh, that’s the issue i have with it being SO prevalent in lesbian online culture. we’ve been told FOREVER that lesbian sex either doesn’t exist, isn’t real sex, is gross, doesn’t really count OR alternately is this fetishistic OTT porn thing for men to jerk off to. we’ve been taught to be ashamed and keep our SEXUALITY to ourselves. the tender culture thing makes being lesbian palatable to the masses because it’s so non-threatening.

and to separate it from lesbian culture specifically, we AS WOMEN have been taught since birth to shut up about sex. we’ve been shamed into silence about female masturbation and female arousal and female orgasm and female desire. like so many of us grow up without learning about our own bodies. a woman knowing her own body is a threat. a woman seeking her own pleasure is a threat. basically a woman talking about sex is a threat.

and even besides sex, we’ve been socialised to be calm, gentle, nice, accommodating, nurturing, kind, and so so soft. we’re not allowed to be hungry, funny, angry, emotional, mean, have boundaries, be wild and dirty and feral. we’re not allowed to scream and fight unless we’re one of “those” type of women as if all women don’t want to just fucking scream sometimes.

sometimes women just need to get themselves off too. i just find it very… dangerous to ONLY see that non-threatening tender side of things because it upholds patriarchal behavioural gender norms to such a crazy degree.

so all this “tender culture” crap that basically denies this side of female existence by its silence bothers me. which is why i like to reblog posts critical about tender culture sometimes, alongside tender culture posts which i do like also. we need reminders that there is NOTHING wrong with masturbation, sexual arousal, sexual pleasure, fucking (not just ~making love~), and being a woman while doing it. there’s nothing weird or wrong about being angry and upset and playful and horny and wild. i would just really like to see more content like that.

there is an argument that women/lesbians have been so overly sexualised by men that it’s a direct response to that pure sexual objectification. like, hey, women have feelings and care, and especially lesbians are romantic and loving too. not just sex objects shoving dildos in each other while wearing high heels. i can see some validity in that reaction. but to me, there is just too much and it starts to seem like that ALL lesbians want is hand holding and a pretty garden and cats in some idyllic cottage somewhere. it seems to have flipped too far the other way into a cliched “perfect woman” under patriarchy non-threat stereotype.

i also recognise that the moment a woman starts talking about sex, especially lesbians, it easily gets co-opted and appropriated by perverts and fetishists and pornsick men (and women). it’s hard to just talk about our experiences without it being viewed a specific way by outsiders. it’s either hyper-sexualised or hypo-sexualised by someone else. there is always gonna be some sick fuck with his dick in his hand ready to go or some conservative prick screaming bloody murder about morals as soon as we try to discuss our own experiences. but i don’t think that means we should shut up about everything sexual or dirty or “nasty” about our reality as women out of fear of these scrotal cumsacks.

it’s all about balance, really.

and being willing to get up and yell: GET OUT. THIS ISN’T FOR YOU. when you see them infiltrate something for us. you see a man make a lewd comment, call him out. make him uncomfortable. take back what we have from them.

like i said, there’s nothing inherently wrong with tender culture. i just think it needs to be balanced with actual reality. there’s nothing wrong with romantic daydreams and just wanting someone to love you gently, and to cherish you and your relationship. and especially when the world is so insane, it’s fine to want something calm and gentle. but real relationships are not JUST that one thing. and i think tender culture gives a false sense of reality as to what normal adult relationships are like. i’ve been told here on my blog that even talking about sex with my wife is TMI (it’s not), talking about masturbation is TMI (it’s not), and even worse that me arguing with my wife and getting pissed off at her is something to be so terrified of (it’s not) that i should “get somewhere safe”. no. i should work it out and communicate. not run away every time things aren’t fluffy and calm and tender. that’s so unhealthy. and that’s what i feel being inundated with tender culture does. it gives a warped idea about what a healthy relationship is.

like no. tender culture denies this not so nice reality of human relationships, especially when you live together. like yes, of course we have the beautiful, romantic, tender side too. but people argue. people can fucking hate each other sometimes when they’re stressed out or frustrated and it comes out in arguments. and there is a scale. there’s a point when it becomes unhealthy and toxic but i think it’s equally unhealthy to never argue and force yourself to push any feelings you have down in order to maintain some idealized genteel version of a relationship that you’ve been bombarded with online as what you SHOULD have.

and this goes for joking around and playfulness too. sometimes when i joke with my wife and call her a bitch or she says “rude” things to me, people are like “OH MY GOD!” but… i mean, that’s just us? it’s joking. (we sometimes do it purposely in front of people to laugh at their reactions cos we are both assholes.) we play with each other a lot. she’s an incessant tease. she calls me an idiot. i literally tell her i’m gonna punch her in the face when she’s teasing me. do i mean it? of course not. we roughhouse and wrestle and playfight even (not sexually jsyk. just simply playing which is SO LOST in this society. we don’t do any bdsm bullshit). it’s a type of physical expression that doesn’t hurt anybody and requires a certain level of connection and trust too. the fact i can tackle her onto the sofa and she squeals and grapples me back is HEALTHY. adults can play too. it’s like that post i made a while back when i talked about how my wife shoved her fingers in me when i was bending over unaware and laughed about it ...and was told it was TMI. like um ...we are physically intimate and playful and it’s not a BAD THING. and i’ll share it cos honestly? if you don’t have that level of intimacy and trust and fun, i personally think there may be something wrong. (if it crosses personal boundaries for you, that’s something else. but she knows it doesn’t bother me.) on my blog i will talk about my relationship with my wife in ALL its glory, bad, good, fun, horny, loving cos it is a fully-rounded relationship and adults don’t experience just one thing.

i fucking love sex with women and i was denied it for so long i’m not about to shut up about it now. i love fucking and the female body in all its wet, messy, soft, beautiful glory. i love being in love finally and properly and i won’t shut up about that either. i won’t be shamed to be quiet about my body or my sex life or my relationship that ISN’T perfect. (like i’m literally going to kill her if says to me one more time that 80s music is the best music lmao like she’s gonna kill me if i leave one more dirty bowl beside the sofa for the stupid idiot dogs to get at).

to some people, i guess reality doesn’t matter. they only want the daydreams and fantasies, or they only live in a soft cloud world. that’s up to them. maybe that’s what they need in their lives. and that is fine. for a while but it isn’t real life and it’s not what you should strive for. it SHOULD be part of what you strive for however. you should have someone who cherishes you and cares and loves and respects.

i just don’t think tender culture should be as overwhelming as it is. it sets standards that i don’t think are realistic. let’s talk about sex or arguing or any range of human relationship issues too. don’t get rid of tender culture, at all. keep it. cherish it. let it give you hope and positivity and ease loneliness and isolation. healthy, loving, respectful fantasies are important af. but don’t act like a puritanical dunce when a woman talks about sex or hunger or anger as well.

i mean i’m not asking for sexually explicit content and i’d never go into intense detail about my own life (that’s what fanfic is for lmao) but a little recognition that women aren’t just domestic soft cliches. that’s all.

i don’t see any of that in tender culture. it’s all soft uwu feathery kisses and soothing fingers brushing along a forearm. blah… sometimes you need to get fucked. sometimes you need to laugh. sometimes even you need to argue.

wow ok

sorry anon

you asked me what tender culture was and i went off on a rant about why i hate it lol. i’m sorry. you asked such a simple question and i word vommed all over it.

#Anonymous #long post #i am telling you i have had way too much caffeine already today

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