#feeling used and violated is only hot in fantasies

[dreamboyslut]

I wish I was able to feel sexual attraction towards a real person, I feel like that's a level of intimacy that I'll never be able to reach. need somebody's hands on my body to feel like an embrace and not a contract

[metranart]

Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 6)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Mikey, possessive! Draken, naive! reader, threesome, violation of trust, dubious consent, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, teenage craves, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, pussy eating, love confessions, cock-drunk, boys trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, sleeping! reader, gang stuff.

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The water is already steamy, and both boys itch to fulfil their next fantasy. They know it would take time to have your full and undeniable consent and approval. 

The duo also knows this wasn’t the best path to win you over but now that it's done, there’s no way back and letting you go isn't even an option.

“N-No.” your defiance is intoxicating for some unknown reason. 

“No, huh?” 

“Yes, I said no.” You don’t let the shake in your voice manifest. 

Meanwhile, the heat emanating from the shower starts to create a cloud of steam and being the only one with clothes on, you can feel the fabric beginning to stick against your skin. 

You don’t know how to be shameless regarding nakedness like them. As if they didn't care if someone else saw them….  Even as if they've seen each other naked a million times, and then, it hits you. 

“—Since when are you together?” 

Mikey hums, pensively, “We know each other since we were just your height, little one.” The blond openly jokes, and you can hear Draken snickering. 

“You are like one inch taller than me���” 

“You’ll do good to remember that.” Mikey keeps teasing, sassy grin curving his lips. 

Fed up with his antics, you stop tip toing around them, and aim for a punch under the belt. 

“Your boyfriend is being an asshole, Draken.” You spat, venom dripping from your tongue, crossing your arms in front of your chest a tense silence floats for a second too long, and it pops like a soap bubble when, they burst out laughing. 

“She is at us, baby.” 

Draken says between laughter, and you can hear his equally annoying buddy, clap a hand at his knee while holding his stomach, letting the laughter slowly die down. 

“(Y/N)—you perspicacious little thing…” Mikey chuckles out, and cleaning the remnant of tears from his eyes, shakes his head, “of course, Draken and I are a thing.” The short blond unashamedly, admits. 

“…Lover?” you murmur and quickly correct, “—boyfriend!” 

“The first one…” Mikey replies, unconcerned “and the second one—” continues, your mouth opens but he keeps going, “and… the third one.” 

Confusion reflects on your features and is quick to add. 

“He is mine—” easily claims, “the same as you are.” Shrugs his shoulders, unworriedly looking through your shoulder at Draken who plainly grins. 

“You can’t own a person…” you hear yourself whisper. 

“Sure, you can!” he boasts, “as long as he owns you back—” Mikey explains, standing up from the toilet lid to take a couple of leisured steps towards you “… and I promise you…” the bastard towers over you, even when he’s just a bit taller, “Its. Fucking. Fulfilling.” Closes the distance with each word until is face to face with you. 

The whole room begins to feel cramped; you feel like an animal inside a cage and sensing your weariness, Draken pats your shoulder, lightly. 

“You must be suffocating in so many clothes—you’d better take them off.” He suggests, previous warning buried under layers of patience. 

You hadn’t even noticed that you were profusely sweating, Toman’s uniforms are not for hot weather … or, rather for steam baths.

The fabric adhered to your skin feels awfully uncomfortable and soon the discomfort is so much that you don’t see another option.  No doubt that damn Draken did this on purpose, smart little bastard.

“—Could you turn around?” 

The request leaves your mouth out of your control and to your surprise, both comply.

They turn around without saying a word, and you stay still for a moment before starting to undress.  You know it's silly because they're going to have to see you eventually, but being granted this small favor makes you feel a little more in control. 

“Ready?” 

Mikey asks, since the noises of clothes falling to the ground stopped being heard, and you sigh heavily before answering.

“I would feel more comfortable if you let me bath on my own—” 

“We understand…” the ghost of a smile hunts your face for a brief moment when Mikey seems to yield “—but then who would wash your back,” but then he adds, wiping all mirth from your features right away, fake concern tainting his sarcastic tone, “or clean behind your ears…?” Draken joins following his lead, and you can hear the smirk on their faces even when you can’t see it. 

“—Does messing up with me bring you guys any kind of twisted pleasure?” you ask, making sure they notice your contempt for them, “or is it part of your supposed unconditional LOVE for me?” Your blatant mock makes you feel pleased when they don’t reply immediately. 

Finally, some payback, you think, but you couldn’t be more wrong because you just gave them the excuse they’ve been looking for, since the three entered the bathroom.

“She still doesn’t believe us, Kenchin.”

Mikey groans, stretching his back soundly, like subtly reminding you how strong they are compared to you. 

“I heard—” the dragon tattoo owner replies, “and it breaks my heart.” Draken sighs, yet it sounds false and combing his blond hair back, stresses.

“Sounds to me like it’s our sacred duty as her irrevocable boyfriends…” makes a meaningful pause for you to witness him slowly turn around to look at you while spelling the next words, “—to remind her who she belongs to now.”

Fear melts your satisfied grin into pure despair and taking a step away from the intimidating tall blond and his dark promise, your naked back bumps against a solid chest.

“I agree, baby...” Mikey´s voice sounds closer to your ear, “now (y/n) … It’s your decision how this will happen…” the Toman leader explains, pressing his strong chest flush against your bare back, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder to spy your reactions, “… we can be gentle and sweet, or NONE…” putting a lock of hair behind your ear, pecks your cheek, gallantly and finishes, “your move.”

A loud breath tells them that you are getting awfully nervous, your gaze desperately searches for a way out, and they only follow your line of sight, yet don’t attempt to move. Until you try to take a step forward and as if in chain reaction, Mikey’s arm encircles your waist and Draken closes the distance, only leaving a centimeter of air that prevents your breast from colliding with his.

“I—…I believe you!” you lie, “there’s no need—” 

“Nop.” You feel Mikey´s lips glued to the shell of your ear, “Just decide.”

You hate being put in these scenarios, and you hate more that you are so afraid of them that you prefer a known devil, than a devil to know. So, disgusted by your next words, you shamefully reduce to play they little sick game of power. 

“Gentle.”

Both boys' smirk, wildly. Without a doubt, you are beginning to be trained to comply, and that pleases them very much, so much that they are going to gift you an extra special, session. 

“Smart move.” Draken praises, “of course, she´s our smart girl.” Mikey complements.

Is the last you hear before been push under the hot water jet, the sound of the water lapping at your skin drowns out every sinful moan you try so hard to bit back as their naughty hands and thirsty mouths, explore your curves without restraint. 

Trying to keep your legs closed is useless as teaming up, they spread them, effortlessly, losing all sense of composure and frantically both drag their fingers among your slick folds, enticing you to follow their euphoric pace. 

You can´t swallow the heavy moan that breaks your composure, and Draken presses his lips to the line of your jaw, you instantly go rigid at the gentle kiss, making you wonder how someone who looks so dangerous can be so mellow.  

“I know it´s only being a night since,” he whispers against your skin, fervently, maneuvering your palm to wrap around his warm, thick cock. “But don’t you ever stop us from touching you again, (y/n).” He groans and aids you to give him a good, rough squeeze, so he can slowly start to thrust his hips into your clenched fist.

“Fuck—that´s it.” He moans hoarsely, “keep going—Don´t s-stop...” your hand moves erratically, not sure how to please him and not sure if you want to keep going, when Mikey urges you to continue by wrapping his hand among your fingers, “Like this, Babygirl, Draken likes it when you pamper the head...” and following his instructions, you brush your thumb along the tip of his cock and Mikey hums approvingly when his bestie´s body jerks with it. “That´s a good girl.” The shorter blond praises, letting you keep going on your own.

Meanwhile, Mikey’s hands attack you gliding over your wet skin like a snake, caresses with a smooth continuous motion, insistently pursuing the curve of your breasts, squeezing hard enough for the plump flesh to spill among his fingers while his hard cock smears against your bottom, letting you nestle it between your butt cheeks, praises of how good your being falling from their mouths like water from the faucet. 

“Be honest with us, (Y/N),” Draken gasps, growing harder and harder in your hand, “at some point —Fuck....” his breathing stutters, “—this scenario had to cross your mind… at least once….”

“W-What—what scenario?” you murmur, overstimulation making your speech drag, for Mikey is unable to stop playing with your hardened nipples, “don´t stop—” Draken groans, and you begin to stroke his throbbing length up and down in time with his euphoric thrusts.  

“You guys are not my cup of tea...” you drag out, between pitiful whimpers and Mikey barks a humorless laugh before reply, “what's not to like, babe?... To me, you sound outstandingly pleased.”

“—Being fucked… without my-my consent—by two abusive gang members w-who won’t take no for… an answer?” how the fuck do you find the words to entice them even more is beyond them, but you do, “… and you ask—...what's not to like?”  

A crude chuckle quakes Draken’s chest with blessed amusement and he press soft, open-mouthed kisses along the heaving curve of your neck, letting his warm tongue come out to taste you and slowly disentangles your fingers off his length, for your attention to be solely on Mikey, who reaches one of his hands down to gently cup your cunt.

“It’s not ideal, of course,” Mikey admits, mindlessly and you gasp at his blatant honesty, hand in hand with his working fingers on you, “-we are not some stupid gang members who don't understand anything,” his words are being muffled by your skin when his lips trace your shoulder, “we also understand that what we did, has consequences—” he agrees, and you realize why he´s one of the most respected leaders among the gangs, “but everything has a solution... if you accept us as yours.” 

You groan deliriously when his digits scissor your sensitive cunt.  “We´ll give you anything, sweet girl.” A ragged gasp tears through your throat and his back straightens, proudly at hearing your melodic orgasm rip out through your convulsing frame. “Thats it —” he breaths against your ear, “... that orgasm was nothing compared to what awaits you, if you say YES.”

Collapsing against Mikey´s body, he all too pleased holds you, lifting you a little off the floor, patiently waiting for your legs to work again.

“There is nothing you can do—to make me say yes...” you strive for your voice to sound firm but fail miserably, even so, the message is sent... “—nothing.”

“Well, that was disappointing...” Mikey slumps down a little, “but hey! this was my first attempt to woo you—” Oh my God, they had to be kidding... “I'm sure the others will be successful, and soon you'll come back to your senses, ain't that right, Draken?”

Draken nods, “—but that doesn't mean we can't help her to cope, Mikey,” he adds, wickedly.

“Ain´t you smart, baby…” Mikey praises his lover.

“Just...this time... let ME set the tune—” Draken calls dibs.

“By all means, Commander.” Mikey concedes.

Your sarcastic comeback catches in your throat as the tall blond, invasively slides his palm between your buttocks, and his thick thumb breaches the sanctity of your ass.

You raggedly gasp, stunned by his audacity.  

“—Don´t...!”

“Shhh... just relax and let me work you.”

Your body fills with wildfire, ladling heat into your lower tummy. The sensation is genuinely mind shattering, no one has ever done something like that to you... not even yourself, the discomfort is too fleeting, only remaining a feeling that you cannot describe. 

Your eyes shut tight as your mouth forms an “o” shape, but no sound comes out, and Mikey takes advantage of the moment of blindness to slide his fingers inside your tired slit, thumb designated to your clit, making lazy circles over your vulnerable bundle of nerves.

“It feels—I feel...w-weird,” you gasp out, swallowing thickly and reaching your hand out to rest along the smoothness of Mikey´s neck.  He noticeably leans into your touch. “Relax, baby, just let him work.” He advices reassuringly, peeking down at Draken pumping his thumb, in and out of your virgin ass. 

Your fingers squeeze gently, ranking your nails among the wet skin you can find. “...I don´t think... I can handle—”

“Sure, you can—” Draken is swift to interrupt you, thick fingers abandoning your spasming asshole to brace you up into his arms, you manage to stay remarkably still for someone who is being forced to straddle and present its ass out.  

“I think she´s as ready as she will be.” Mikey suddenly says, speaking to Draken while ignoring your constant pleas for them to stop. “I guess, it´ll hurt,” Draken´s sigh presses against the side of your face, and glimpsing Mikey´s furrowed brows, hurries to add “—but just for a second before she stretches.”

The skin of Draken´s back feels feverishly warm under your fidgety palms as his toned muscles periodically flicker and shine under the slippery gush of water.

“Hold on tight to me, (y/n).” Draken instructs, sliding his palms from your thighs to your ass where he parts your butt cheeks for Mikey to dip the head of his cock inside your butthole.

You have to bite down on your lip, hard and harder, when Mikey suddenly impales you to the hilt in one swift roll of his hips, splitting you wide open in one single sharp thrust, which drags a pitched scream out of you and a highly pleasurable and long grunt, out of him.

“Oh my—….FUCK!” he blasts, out of breath “Oh my fucking god,” his head falls back, gasping deeply.  

“...That good?” Draken wonders, firmly holding the sides of your thighs to keep you sprawl, Mikey nods.  

“I´m gonna—make her milk me ´till she burst,” Mikey mutters raggedly, before setting a brutal pace, your moan piercingly loud, forcing Draken to cover your mouth. “Easy there, gorgeous, we don't want the whole brothel to wake up,” Draken says, and once he sees your brows starting to smooth again, he takes it as his cue to massage your ass before burying himself inside your cunt to the hilt. This is too fucking much. Your body is reaching a point of overstimulation you had never experienced before and noticing your slitted, crossed eyes, the sub-commander takes a long stilling moment for you to accommodate and enjoy the way you feel so asphyxiatingly tight around them, thanks to how well both are filling you. 

“Thi-This...This is definitely it, Babygirl, you are so... so PERFECT.”

“She´s doing so well,” Mikey´s eyes remain tightly shut to be able to last, the slapping of his grinding hips against your ass a constant sound among your pitiful whimpers. “I’m so fucking close,” his voice sounds annoyed, “this kitten´s reaaaaally squeezing down on me, good—Fuck.”

“I know—...Ngh! So, fucking cramped-…. this cunt is...—driving me nuts.” Draken’s long, and awfully thick, every thrust of his fat cock nudges against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. 

You feel them sync up, and suddenly each thrust is appropriately devastating to your inexperienced body, not a trace of pain left, just the feeling of being impossibly stuffed. Your mouth drops open, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Mikey sinks his canines to your shoulder. “M cumming,” and, bites hard to prevent the loud growl when he spills his seed inside you so fucking violent, it makes his legs almost collapse under his weight. 

“´Yo still with us, Mikey?” Draken barks a laugh when his leader slumps down into the solid ground with a maniac grin stretching his lips like a wild man. His back continues to rise and fall with quiet, unsteady breaths, clearly passed out from overexertion. “Oh my god... oh my fucking God, Kenchin—...I'm going to burst into happy tears, man.”

“´Yo kidding, right?” Draken reaches up and takes one fistful of your hair to lean your face to his, but you are already half-way numb, and groaning a little, he keeps fucking you, steady and slow.

“Then, you call it a day.” Draken hurries to ask his fallen comrade, hips never faltering, your legs limp at each side of him.

“I, fucking, am—” Mikey grunts, too pleased with the experience to even care.

“So, do I have green light to: do whatever the fuck I want with our kitten?” he smirks, slowing down for a second to rub your back, affectional. 

“Sure, man, fuck her stupid... stupider, if that’s even possible.” 

Mikey enjoys the show from the wet floor. Draken gives your ass a hard slap which makes you wince out of your numbness, and throws his head back in ecstasy, allowing your gummy walls to embrace him at its fullest. 

“’M about to find out.” 

COMING SOON PART 7....

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[coziebunbuns]

Imagine, you crush finds out about your r4p3 kink... (Whether that be you daddy, brother, stalker crush doesn't matter)

You've only ever admired them from afar in the quietness of your heart. Most people call you nonchalant, as they never know how you really feel, and you use that to your advantage. Any moment you get to bask in your crush's presence feels like a gift from the heavens, but your mind when they're around descends to a place much worse the the gutter, and way filthier than hell.

As soon as you get home you scramble to get to your journal, and inconspicuous little diary you can't help but to carry everywhere you go. All hot and bothered you pour out your heart in passion to the blank pages. You pour out how you feel, how they make your heart flutter, how your stomach curls with yearning to be in their arm. How you body gets hot at the thought of them kissing you, touching you taking you. How your hole clenches and drools at the notion of them raping you.

Your journal is heavy with your depraved r4pe fantasies, of all the ways your crush could disrespect and violate you. You want them to take what they deserved, without your permission. At any time, anywhere, in public or in private. You see them as a god almost, you feel as though you are nothing without them. Oh to be a loyal and devout r4pe slave to your requainted.

But it could never happen, they don't even know your exist. Until one day....

You make a mistake, getting too close to him while you where out. You bump into each other and he strikes up a conversation, something about the weather, or food. But you were holding your journal and drop it by accident, when you leave your so flushed you don't even notice, not until you get home. But you cold have lost it anywhere. You go back out immediately to look for it retracing your steps and all but it's nowhere to be seen.

You hmgo to bed more than frustrated, who knows where it landed and if you'd even get it back.

It's the dead of night now, you've would down for be and are two winks from falling asleep when. You hear a sound. You lay still with your eyes open, hoping to make out what it was. Footsteps... In your house... And their getting closed. You get out of bed to investigate when your bedroom door swings open. It's your crush.

You don't know whether to be confused, scared, or overjoyed. But your thoughts stop when they toss your cute little journal onto your bed. You just know they've read it.

You make a run for the door, hope to get escape the shame, but your crush knew you would do that, they led you go, but all the doors and windows are locked. You have nowhere to run. On the verge of a break down, your crush grabs you by the hair and drags you back to the room, explaining how they had a wonderful time reading about your dirty little fantasies and how you've been wanting them to rape you for such a long time, and they'd love to make your dreams come true.

You try to protest it as you flimsy nighty comes of, but they just slap you and remind you that you wanted this, and it your fault that this is happening to you. They mounted you faster than you could comprehend, deep, angry thrusts now rocking your vulnerable body. Naturally you cry out in protest, but a hand is clapped over your mouth to shut you up, they assure you that they will be using all of your holes from now on.

The discomfort starts to fade, pleasure blooming in it's place, you have wanted this for a long time, and you crush seems to enjoy you tight little r4pe hole. Your legs start to trembling as your orgasm approaches and they praise you for being such a good r4pe doll.

From now on they're gonna keep your little diary and make sure all of your darkest fantasies are fulfilled, they promised to use your whore holes every chance they get and will not go a day without doing so.

With the continuous stream of rape threats being growled in your ear, you cum harder than you thought you ever could. With a sinister laugh, your crush grabs your thoughts and promises there's more to come.

Idk about you guys but that sounds pretty neat😭🤧

🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇.

[thesinglesjukebox]

GLORILLA, MEGAN THEE STALLION, AND CARDI B - "WANNA BE (REMIX)"

Go Jukebox! Go Jukebox! Blurb 'em, Jukebox! Blurb 'em Jukebox!

[7.10]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: Punchline after punchline, read after read, hook after hook, no fat: just three talented titans at their tyrannical, terrifying peaks.  [9]

TA Inskeep: Cardi joins Megan and Glo — clearly their spiritual daughter — for some real hot girl shit. The beat isn't anything special, but when you've got spitters this hot on the track, I don't care. [8]

Taylor Alatorre: The addition of Cardi B turns what was a fun little collab into a putative Event Song, a burden that the midtempo sameness of the Soulja Boy sample is perhaps unequipped to take on. It's a trunk rattler, sure, but it feels perpetually on the verge of starting and never going anywhere, much unlike the drop-centric "Pretty Boy Swag." The upside of this rhythmic severity is that it makes it easier for the listener to pick out the pleasing stylistic contrasts at play here: the way GloRilla splays herself out across two whole bars just to remind us that a year has 365 days in it, whereas Cardi barks the words "pop ass on jet ski" like she’s avoiding a shot clock violation. Meg’s role is as the stabilizing force between these two extremes, which is maybe the first time in history that anyone’s referred to Megan Thee Stallion as a “stabilizing force.” [6]

Katherine St. Asaph: These credits should really be in reverse order, to better represent the three rappers' respective firepower here.  [6]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: I’m filling out a Cardi B apology form after being down on “Miami” earlier this year — this verse is so good that when she gives herself a pep talk in the ad libs at the end it sounds deserved. Glo and Meg are also great, of course, and I’ll always be favorably inclined towards a rap hit that pays tribute to E-40, but the beat here lets the trio down — it creeps when it should at very least groove. [7]

Nortey Dowuona: I am going to repeat what a great black poet once said in regards to all my white colleagues in reference to Cardi B: Don't save her; she don't wanna be saved. (Megan and Glo are good on this, tho.) [6]

Julian Axelrod: "Wanna Be" feels gloriously unmoored from time, as Megan Thee Stallion and GloRilla play hot potato with the "Pretty Boy Swag" beat and shout out 2012 heartthrobs Channing Tatum and Justin Bieber. (To be fair, Channing has never looked better.) But in an era where guest verses are airdropped in from a tour bus several states away, the biggest throwback is their electric interplay on the chorus, which crackles with the kind of chemistry that can only be achieved by two baddies in the same room. Listening to them trade bars feels like walking into a conversation directly after the punchline; if you have to ask why they're laughing, the joke is probably on you. Spare a thought for Cardi, who's left to wander the empty space around them like Howard Hughes roaming his abandoned mansion. Hearing her root for herself on the outro after Meg and Glo finish hyping each other up is one of the most devastating depictions of third wheeling ever put to tape. [7]

Jonathan Bradley: The Soulja Boi flip is hot but the Project Pat flip is hotter. Glo is imperious ("Do I look like fuckin' Super-Woman" she asks, incredulous), but Megan is commanding, running a sword through a million misguided fantasies with a cutting "You ain't my daddy; I'm not your baby." (Nice Gucci Mane call-back, too; the references here are laser-focused on the early Obama era.) This is a remix, so we get bonus Cardi material. Unlike Glo and Meg, she has to hype herself up at the end, which feels kinda bad, but she could never be a third wheel, not when she's bringing fun phrasings like "hoes be chippity-chopped," which rhymes, of course, with "hickory dickory dock." [8]

Ian Mathers: The original didn't particularly feel like it was missing anything, but I'll happily take Cardi's fierce verse here for "my toes white like Matthew McConaughey" alone. And I'm not too proud to admit that at some point in the future I am absolutely going to refer to myself as "white boy wasted," either. [8]

Brad Shoup: Is Megan admitting to skiplagging? Megan, they'll ban you from the airline! [6]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox]

[aspiringcockslave]

My Kinks

Hello, welcome to my blog. This is probably gonna be super inactive, and I'd rather stay anonymous. I am a switch and moreparts dom in my general life, so I made this blog as a different place to put my submissive thoughts. Apologies if this is rambly, I am very verbose.

I am a virgin trans man interested in someday (hopefully sooner than later) serving (male) cock. I am not into femdom and I'm not into submitting to pussy, so no t4t, sorry. I don't send nudes (yet, but I would like to become comfortable with that eventually). I am 6 years on T and post-op.

I love being obedient and having no control. I can find noncon hot (in fantasy form) but it isn't my preferred form. I love being a mindless slave. I do have a few fantasies of being slowly turned into a mindless slave when once a reluctant fwb, so the two can merge.

The primary focus of my fantasy is how I service others rather than what is done to me (tho there are definitely many things I would LOVE to experience). I love muscular men and I love them reminding me how they are superior to me, and selling it as objective fact. I love worshipping muscular men. That cunts exist to serve cocks. I have some soft limits but my goal is to eventually be willing to do everything outside of my hard limits, thus the name "aspiring cock slave". My submissive dream is to someday be a complete and total slut. Anytime a man asks for sex I say yes. Anytime a man asks me to do anything at all I obey. Eventually, anytime a man wants to do anything to my body he doesn't have to ask, and I will comply and not resist. Even help. Of course, this is a process of slowly leaving my comfort zone.

That being said I do also like the idea of people that know me knowing they can use me this way and keeping me in their home as a slave for a week or two. Having me deep clean their home, having me cook their food, having me keep their cock in my mouth while they work. So, a master/slave dynamic is hot to me as well as the public use.

I mostly fantasize about this in a genderless way, of being treated as a subhuman object that gender doesn't apply, so that's compatible both in a gay ftm way and also in a transphobic "straight" way. I love being degraded so I get definitely be into transphobia, but moreso in an insulting way than a misgendering way, but that can be made hot too. While femininity doesn't turn me on in and of itself, I do like the idea of not having any control, and thus, it not being up to me what gender I present. I will say I kinda hate women's fashion from just an opinion basis so I have never found the idea of dressing like a woman particularly hot, even in a kinky forceful way. But, I try to keep my hard limits list short so it theoretically isn't up to me anyway. Also pregnancy does NOT turn me on. It grosses me out in general (i know i know, the miracle of life its beautiful, but it just weirds me out that someone's body is housing a child), so yeah. Besides, its hotter to me to be public use than domesticity.

HARD LIMITS:

No interest in actually medically detransitioning, no thank you, but if you want to misgender me feel free. I'd find it hotter if you're creative about it tho. I do have fantasies of being forced to detransition or being corrupted into it, but no fantasies i have an interest in experiencing.

Nothing involving people who didn't consent prior (thus nothing "risky" in public, outdoors is fine, but only with no risk of getting caught)

Nothing with feces. I want to eat ass someday but it better be clean.

With all this said, feel free to leave me a message or an ask or a task, or literally anything you want. If it violates my hard limits i'll ignore it, but I guess whatever if you send it. I've never sent someone a nude before, and I'm not theoretically against it, but I just have no experience yet, so its unlikely (at the moment).

[dirtyoldmanhole]

real dweeby navel gazing time

i think one of the reasons i am having genuinely, so much fun with this gunter slowburn fanfic despite sitting at a literal 53k words rn and with it probably being close to 90k all said and done, is it's ... writing the ship i see myself in the most by far on both sides.

like, ever.

this shit is the rawest most honest shit i've ever written.

i've talked a little bit about how corrin's memory wipe stuff is literally a 1:1 to my anesthesia/childhood surgery/physical therapy conga line of bullshit. even aside from the helpful textual 'here's how this works from a medical event standpoint' there's the 'here's the emotional scars that it will leave because yes it is a bodily/mind violation of a sense, over and over, and jesus all of this of this stuff goes so well thematically to the straight up fantasy bullshit of nohr with the underpinning of being hyper-aware to the themes of "power" "use" "what it takes to survive by emotionally dragging yourself through a minefield" etc. stuff i've been ruminating over since being conscious lol.

then my body's so whack from a physical joint perspective that there's also almost word for word conversations from gunter's side that i've had with my gf about how to navigate certian shit from a kink perspective but also like... how to maintain dignity when your body's kinda physically crapping out on you due to the march of time.... without loosing the sexytimes u know?

the concept of dignity in the face of being broken is a huge theme in this fic that gets echoed. very poignant for reasons you fates players know.

amusingly there's a scene near the end where corrin's helping him to shave after his stroke. (in one of fate's "clearly having a giggle at my expense" coincidences i've been in contact lately irl with somebody who's also gone through a stroke and man is it not easy) and it's this kind of perfect blend of she's helping him, technically, with something that could just be... god awful self loathing brainspace wise for him but it turns into this amazingly hot kink scene with some serious sizzling power exchange.

the dream, man!

there is a real thin line between being able to laugh at yourself *while* keeping that dignity to pointedly.... having to not look in the mirror some days. desire and shame being some real fucked up entangled wires too, in that sense.

the tumblr uwu approved discussions re: tricky medical/'my body is crapping out on me man and i can't hide it'/kink shit and having to be ~valid~ all the time gives me the hiiiiiveeeees man (and i'm not knocking it for other people, i know why it exists, but it sends my hackles up u feel).

and yet this fic still feels like, hot, in the fun sense.

there's enough fun whacko fantasy taboo elements in it that it doesn't feel .... oh no this ain't sexy this is Too Real, you feel, or too much like a trauma fic(tm)

there's the sexy yandere villain ossan (lol), corrin herself has one hell of a sex drive (and honestly that's yet another huge focus, that wish fufillment fantasy of this 'pure fragile princess chick that's fought over like a prize by everyone else' who gets to choose 'no i actually want the hot villain kthx'. she actually rants to him several times about being fought over and having everyone else from nohr/hoshido project all the shit on her.

(and him being all, I got you, I get it.)

he actually does!!!! that's the funniest darkest most ironic thing!! he's got that weird blend of being aware enough from a kink perspective and just 'went through enough shit' life perspective of why sometimes the most sacred, profound thing you can do for somebody is to break them when they ask for it. sometimes in the dark u just want the brain wires to go bzzt.

there is a weird as hell comraderie in the sense of facing very specific demons that only they have (which, again, hilariously, goes so well with the themes of revelation! invisible enemies/demons that only you two know about.)

and then i have like yet another essay in me about how literally every character i've RP'ed is a suspiciously similar to his whole... archetype.... like all of my RP partners have gravitated to playing the chicks in the het relationships and i've always RP'd the snarky older guy going through life snarking at shit and being a closet misanthrope (there's probably some presentation/gender-aligned stuff going there but this is already navel gazey as hell lol)

anyway

tl;dr i haz feelz

[zachattack311]

(The Storm Man - CNC fantasy, part 3)

He slowly forces inch after inch inside your mouth. Even with your jaw pulled all the way open, it's a tight fit, and you feel the texture of his veins as his thick member invades your mouth. As you feel his rough tip press up against the back of your throat, you look and see that there's still several inches left of him. You're surprised you're not gagging.

You try to pull his arm away, but he holds onto your head firmly. You punch and kick and squirm, but as you struggle he only grows larger in your mouth.

He slowly shoves himself further into your mouth, moving his the head of his penis even further down your throat, until your bottom lips rest against his scrotum, his testicles pressing up against your chin.

You have never felt so violated before, your mouth now reduced to nothing more than a cocksleeve, and yet his warmth is a welcome change from the cold rain. His hot, pulsating shaft warms your cold lips. Towering over you, he's blocking the storm from you, almost protectively.

He removes his hand from your chin - no need to hold your mouth open now that you've been forced to fully accept him - and begins softly massaging the base of your neck.

You realize he's actually massaging himself, as he's buried so deep in your throat that his tender presses on the outside of your throat are in turn pressing against his member, too. You look up at him with venom, hoping your hateful look will make him less aroused, but he simply glares down at you with a wild glint in his eye.

He continues to use your neck to stroke himself, grunting has he does so. He goes faster, thrusting his hips. It's hard for you to breathe with his meaty member blocking your airways, and you being to feel lightheaded.

Right before you feel about to pass out, lighning flashes and thunder roars in your ears. His member twitches inside you, and wave after wave of hot semen pumps into your throat. You don't get to taste it, as his tip has been forced well past your tongue, but you feel his thick seed fill your stomach. Wave after wave floods into you, and you wonder how much semen this man can hold. The lightheadedness continues, and just before you feel about to pass out, his manhood softens, allowing you to take a desperate breath for air.

He withdraws from you, slowly, his now-flaccid penis no longer pressing against the walls of your throat. You stare at it for a moment, and while it's still impressively long, you are bewildered at how large it just was. You are glad he emptied himself in your stomach instead of your vagina, and you sigh with relief knowing he won't be putting a child in you.

A takes a deep sigh of pleasure, and while he does so, you jump up and punch him in the stomach. He simply looks at you with surprise. He moves his arms, and before you realize what he's doing, he already has your torn shirt in his hands. Rain patterns on your bare breasts, your nipples stiff and erect as your body betrays you. You throw out a sucker punch to his face, but the blow doesn't even make him turn his head. He simply smiles.

He ducks and grabs you by your ankle, and picks you up. He spins you around like a toy, eventually letting go, sending you flying into the mud.

As you try to pick yourself out of the sticky mud, he slowly walks towards you. His member is already half erect, rising with every step he takes towards you, his prey. You realize that he was only getting started.

(Continued in part 4)

[annasmafroo]

BW for Brick? For the NSFW ask game!

heh thank you for asking about her! What comes to relationship between Brick and Finnean, they obviously can't have a classic romantic relationship we usually think about when talking about a couple. Well, Brick is a pretty much alive girl and Finn is a human soul trapped inside a weapon. Their bond at first is purely platonic but then they grow attached to each other so much that they kind of "sync" together, allowing their soul energies to intertwine which leads to Finnean, at least partially, being able to control Brick if she's using him as a weapon, and Brick being able to let Finn into her dreams and visions. CW: in the bottom under Wish are implications of sexual abuse, so if you don't wanna see that, i suggest you to stop reading after Bliss. B - Bliss -  How big is the “big o” for them? How easy it is to bring them to it?  Brick isn't too much into sexual stuff but y'know just sometimes she might be up for it and, oh boy, it is a wild ride. While it might be quite hard to bring her to completion, her orgasms are really wet and intense. Considering the fact that Finn and Brick only can get intimate while Brick sleeps and sees him as a human, it's like a literal wet dream. She wakes up to find herself in soaked sheets. Despite not being a living being anymore, Finnean is still pretty much as he was before turning into a weapon: he might be a weapon but a horny one. In these dreams Finn, may i say, is quite eruptive and is able to go multiple times as he wishes due to having no psychical body. Yet everything he feels is in fact real for him. W - Wish - What’s one of their wildest fantasies? In a dream world, yeah, Finn can breed Brick as much as he wants, but, no matter what, he can never make her carry his child, as he is incapable of that due to a lack of physical body. To impregnate her is a hot wild desire that can never be fulfilled. On Brick's side she is in painful urge to relive traumatic events: she wants to be pushed, dominated, violated and hurt. She doesn't want to enjoy this, it's more of a self-harm fantasy which she hides from everyone, including Finn.

[firstseasonlisazemo]

Steaming Flower Tea

Summary: Keith accidentally saw something he should not have, and now he cannot control himself any more. He goes after what he wants, with the help of a certain concoction.

Rating: R - Content features heavy themes. Not suitable for most audiences. Consult warnings before proceeding.

Depictions of non-consensual sexual activities. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Words: 1300

Notes: Heheh pervert Keith is fun Keith.

Keith clutches the damn vial of poison that will make his darling sister dripping wet, ready to be filled by the only person available to her.

He hates the idea. It is not poison, and any unpleasant effects the substance can cause are merely temporary and can be rapidly eased with proper treatment. Nevertheless, it is crass and beneath him to violate Catarina in such way, and if anyone figures out what he did, they certainly will partake of the same opinion.

He hates that he needs to resort to such dirty tricks, but his cock has been continuously and very much painfully hard for days. If he does not get to bury it in at least her hot, ragged breath, he might have to resort to more violent methods to get the frustration out of his system for the lack of a better way to calm himself.

It would be only natural, maybe, to spiral out of control. Keith knows the Royal Prisons were emptier than ever due to one of the prince’s running through them like paper dolls, and that a Wind magic user donned in black has been rounding up petty criminals up and down the capital with appalling brutality. Beautifully dangerous plants surround the Hunt family estate these days, thunderous and rageful symphonies and snuff books on obsessive lovers seem to be all the rage at the finest salons and they have even figured out some offensive uses to the Light alignment at the department recently. Maybe that is just what standing by someone so frustratingly loveable does to one’s sanity and sense of human dignity. Maybe it is only a matter of time before he tramples over the common folk with his clay golems and this is only a respite before the imminent and the inevitable, but, in comparison, he feels he stands in an anthill of a moral high ground, and it helps to assuage his guilt.

All of it, all this heinous plot, over a simple mistake. An unfortunate coincidence. Anne happened to forget the soap for her lady’s bath once in her long career and excused herself to get it, leaving the door just open enough for one to sneak a look inside without being noticed. Just when Keith was passing by the hallway, headed between his bedroom and his father’s study, in a lonely and ill-travelled part of the house.

There is no hope for him. Cold baths have not done anything for him ever since he began imagining Catarina alongside him. Bathing seems to be one of his most wholesome fantasies these days. It has to be done, there is no other option.

What he intends to feed her is not actual poison, indeed, but he knows it will cloud the mind and heat up the body to the point of pain. To the point where his sister will be writhing on the floor, desperate and sobbing in need. He could never get her on her knees, begging him to fuck her, he could never get her to understand, without a little extra help, and the thought of her hazy eyes alone is nearly sending him over the edge. No amount of hitting his head against a wall will banish the thought of tears brimming her eyes as she asks him to help her, to make the burning go away. To be the protector he swore to be. Nor will violence make the idea of her becoming a sloppy mess, moaning and screaming his name and no-one else’s, any less orgasm-inducing.

Anne is out for the night, sent away to fetch a precious and expensive confectionary that caught her lady’s eye on a village just half a day’s away from the capital. Just far enough to make it an overnight trip. The maid assigned to her place was young and inexperienced, she was not yet made aware how unadvisable it is to be infatuated with her masters.

It was much too easy to tamper with the food and drink going in and out of the lady’s room, almost concernedly so. He would have to look into it soon, but, for now, it played to his advantage.

There is already a wet stain on his pants when Keith enters her room, but he holds back until Catarina has a sip of her late-night tea before pouncing. He would have preferred a more natural approach to getting her the pleasure she deserves. Still, the least he can do is wipe the excess aphrodisiac from her lips and lick it off before crashing his mouth to hers. 

It is not even just for his pleasure. His dearest sister, well-fucked and satiated, will probably help let off some much-needed steam for both of them. She can scratch, bite, and punch him as much as she wants, but nothing takes away the stress like a good mingling of bodies and a proper pounding. The young master shall not rest until enough orgasms leave her that she is barely alive in his arms, only to push her into another one for good measure.

There is nothing more erotic than her limb body, drool dripping from her mouth with the incoherent gargles, and the knowledge that he did that to her. That it was Keith that sent her to the afterlife and brought her back with just his efforts and his cock.

And, well, good old aphrodisiac.

Yes, he will make an addict of her, make her fixated on him as he is fixated on her, and he has enough drug and stamina to make this vision come through. After all of this is through, he will make it so that their parents find out, accidentally, of course, what they had been doing behind their backs. He will corner the duke into changing the nature of his adoption and scandalize the king into dissolving her engagement. He will make it so that she has no other option than himself.

She will be well taken care of. It will all be worth it when Catarina still remembers the feeling of his cock filling her days later, the man not touching her and keeping his visits short. When in the weak, lonely moments, his adoring gaze fills her mind, making her body throb with the desire to do it again. To have him on top of her, sweating, smiling sweetly, telling her how much he loves her and how perfect she is while he absolutely wrecks her body with his desire. The way his cock filled her completely, hitting all the good spots and making her cum continuously, fluids dripping from her as if she were loose, even though she was just filled to the brim, even though no man has even touched her before himself.

She will even get turned on from remembering the room smelling like two pigs in heat got it on for hours after hours filled with confessions and orgasms. It is all so shameful to admit, and her naïve maidenhood will despise the hold these memories have on her brain, but she will not be able to avoid touching herself as she imagines her own brother consuming her entirely once more, her hands never enough.

She raises the cup of tea, a smile and a greeting on her lips as she looks over to him by her door. The maid has already retired, leaving them alone. He will have to reward her, but that is for another night. It is time to bring forward his vision.

Catarina might suffer, she might be too ashamed to ask for his help, and that is regrettable, but Keith already has a second vial in his desk drawer waiting for her, just in case she does not have the courage to be honest with herself without his help.

*_*_*_*_*

My Next Life as a Villainess Masterlist

[ningningkittie]

ok but why is it ok for thousands (millions) of ppl to openly talk about how much they hate women, and how women deserve to be raped and tortured.. that's like a totally ok thing to do... the internet is full of images and videos depicting brutal violence against women (most often commited by men) and ppl just get off to it and genuinely think that violence against women is hot and sexy and cool and ok (like most of y'all do this ngl).... BUT... when i say that im terrified of men and never wanna be near one and wanna live on an island with only women so i can have a real life, then im a feminazi bitch cunt who.. deserves to be raped and tortured by men? 🤨 not only is my thoughts nothing but a DREAM, bc take a look at most women in the world... they're satisfied with this, they're ok with living like this, they even enjoy getting off to being raped and murdered and tortured... they'll NEVER want to go to a safe place without men, bc who are they when they're not being abused? they would never ever agree or want to live in a place i dream of. so it wont ever happen. but im not even allowed to merely SAY that oh i wish u couldbe safe and comfortable in a fantasy island with only me and other women... then im basically evil and mean and im a horrible fucking cunt who should get gangraped and abused by men because thats all i deserve... i KNOW thats all my and all other womens worth is, i already know that, and that is why i DREAM of a place free from that where im allowed to be only a humanbeing living my life. like everyone on tumblr are comfortably sharing their thoughts about how they want to and enjoy humiliating, degrading, beating,murdering, raping, abusing torturing etc etc women and thats normal. ppl are like im omg ilyyyyy 💘 everyone on here share images of women being abused and thats normal!!!! but im not even allowed to say that wow maybe i dont like feeling like all i deserve is to be pissed on spat at ass raped gangbanged just because i have a slimy gash between my legs!!!!! i hate women on here too bc they wouldnt even give two fucks about the abuse me or any other woman around them have gone thru. bc as women we ARE cunts whose only worth is being raped and violated by men. brother im so fucking alone and most of all thats what fucks me up. humanity is TRASH and i hate every fucking worthless pos in this earth, i just want one person just one person. i feel so lonely so even if i had a bf who wanted to beat me and hit me and piss on me and rape my ass or whatever i'd still love him as longas he wanted me and only me and was also sweet. like i couldnt love someone who ONLY treated me bad. but sadly the truth is that as a woman i dont have any other worth besides having a hole 💔💔💔💔💔 ok three holes. thats very sad and i wish i had been born as a man so i couldve had a real life and be seen as a person but the universe is cruel. i hate men for raping and abusing us and getting of to it, i hate other women bc they enjoy it and like it but i just cannot bring myself to do what they do. i wish i could be as braindead and love it too but idk how they do it 😔

[sasorikigai]

"Alright, hot head, calm down! Or do I have to use this on you?" Wanda held up the nozzle of the fire extinguisher, pointing it at Hanzo. She had pulled the pin out and was ready and waiting to put his flames out. 

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @hexsreality || always accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Love has always been the thing with sharp teeth and burnt skin; there always has been so much blood - if wrath and vengeance was an altar, Scorpion was the embodiment of a perfect zealot, an unrelenting devotee that would eternally and senselessly fulfill the grotesque and gruesome desire. It may have been tragically beautiful to Hanzo Hasashi, but it is furthermore terrifying and traumatic, for Scorpion to think upon the exacerbating dread and despair that would follow, at his once-mortal limitations, vulnerability, and pathetic helplessness.

Such futile satisfaction would come through the vile, visceral act of breaking his victims' ribs, prying their chests open with his own roughened bloody hands and start violating things inside to scoop out the gory cavity. Perhaps the hellish demon in his mind had been the ever-hungry heart-beast. Even this, nothing could fill the unfathomable void, proven unfillable, instead of being just unfilled. How Scorpion feels, to be left alone with this aggravating emptiness, even with this hope of his gruesome fantasies for comfort as his still human, rational heart struggled against the unyielding resolve of adamant grasp of the Netherrealm.

"I cannot escape my rage, for there is a pain in me that will never be quietened. I choke it to death, beat it until it bleeds, I light it on blazing hellfire, I even attempt to tuck it and love it. I abandon it for a few days and sit it with my back turned. But it grows, grows, and grows like the unquenchable flames of the Nether. It will not go away," Hanzo's gripping, yet desperate gaze remains immovable - as if time itself had been frozen - as his pulsing heartbeat matches that of the undulating hellfire that courses through him. No longer, Scorpion encompasses the wide warm sky with halcyon peace and serenity. The volatility of his vehement emotions become the very seed of conflagration that would cause wildfire in the wind of his despair and grief.

After all, he was the reason why his everything had been taken away from him. And this everlasting heaviness crushes him quietly as his cold stare narrows. Challenging.

"I did not think of you foolish enough, to dare think that a mere fire extinguisher would hollow me out of my fire. It will only burst you asunder and melt you like wax." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[darthstitch]

Professor Mysterious and Professor Wet Cat

This is my take on that Dreamling post making the rounds about Hob and Dream being uni professors and that Hob is surprisingly NOT the prof who overshares and Dream is the one who inadvertently does.

Buckle up, kids, let's have some fun with this. Also, gentle reminder: NOBODY TELL NEIL. SHHHH!

This time around, Hob's using his proper name, Robert Gadling, because it's been a while since he's trotted that one out and he kinda likes the seeming rightness that the once upon a time near-illiterate medieval peasant that he'd been was now teaching at a rather prestigious university. However, he's not prone to sharing much about his personal life to his students. He's still warm and friendly, but he's cautious about letting Certain Things slip.

Hilariously, the things that do slip end up making him everyone's favorite university cryptid. Sometimes Hob slips into Middle English when he's stressed or emotional. Sometimes he might use odd old-fashioned sounding oaths like "God's wounds," "Holy Jesu," and "Mother Mary's teats" (this last one sends everyone into spasms of laughter).

The literature department ADORES him because they can always drag Professor Gadling off to read Chaucer in its original form or even medieval French, his pronunciation perfect and dead on. Shakespeare is the only thing he'll flat out refuse to read because in any universe this Fuzzy Blue Alien's gonna write, his hatred of the Bard is the stuff of legend.

The students universally agree that Professor G is basically British Indiana Jones, because he's also known to have lethal expertise in medieval weapons. There's been more than a few fantasies inspired during the booked-solid outdoor demonstrations where he works in tandem with the other medieval history professors to show everyone how medieval weapons worked. Apparently, his favorite weapons are the longbow, the bastard sword and daggers.

Obviously, this all leads to Professor Gadling being the campus crush and his relationship status is a matter of hot speculation even if he's made it perfectly clear he was not about to violate his ethical standards or position as a teacher. It still doesn't stop the fevered fantasies of more than a few grad students, though. But that's all they're gonna get.

And then, there's the new literature teacher, Professor T. Murphy.

To everyone's disappointment, Professor Murphy is only going to be at the university for a limited series of lectures. Word of mouth spread fast, and his classes were now booked solid and he was going to be asked to return, once his apparently very busy schedule is cleared.

7. Of course, he's an instant campus crush, with the "Goth angel" looks, the Edward Cullen jokes are definitely flying and there's more than a few students melting after they heard him speak. "That Voice" is always referred to in capital letters and it's well deserved.

8. "Campus crush" turns to "Official Precious Blorbo" once the students all discover that behind the whole regal and imperious Goth Prince vibe that he gave off, was an adorkable darling wet cat who was just completely gone on "my beloved." If he's discussing a love sonnet or poem, there's definitely going to be a reference to "my beloved" or "my dearest" or "my love." It's never sickeningly cloying and the sweet tiny little smile that takes over his normally serious face is like sunshine. The kilig feels are real.

9. He's also forever worrying that he's not enough for "my dearest" as he's rather painfully aware "of my lack in human graces" - which everyone translates to "OMG HELP I HAVE THE SOCIAL SKILLS OF A SCRUNKLY WET CAT." He frets that he's somehow failing his beloved, who is infinitely sweet and thoughtful and caring and that Professor Murphy is the selfish one, really, who doesn't deserve the man.

10. The students, of course, immediately ADOPT him. Tesco ice cream runs are done, YouTube videos on cooking and invites to kitchens are extended so Professor Murphy could practice making something that is "not a catastrophic culinary disaster unfit for human consumption." There was a session on the language of flowers, which everyone had enjoyed. For a while, flowers with significant meanings were presented to sweethearts and lovers all over the uni. There's an unforgettable after-class meeting in which the craft-inclined students teach Professor Murphy how to knit and crochet and he was really rather proud of the scarf he had created.

11. Professor Murphy's raven had been rather entertained playing with the yarn scraps. The students learn that the raven's name is Matthew.

12. And then, dashing, mysterious Professor Gadling finally peeks into Professor Murphy's class.

"The things I do for you, myne owne hertis rote. Bloody Shaxberd."

"But you do read him so very well, my love." And there it was, that tiny, soft, sweet smile, now aimed in Professor Gadling's direction.

Professor Gadling sighs and puts a hand over his chest. There's a very familiar scarf draped over his neck. "God's wounds, dove, warn your poor, long-suffering husband before you do these things."

"What 'things,' dearest?"

Professor Gadling waves his arms helplessly. The scarf slips a little, offering a tantalizing view of a purplish mark on his throat. "That thing!" He looks appealingly at the students, who are now all stifling their delighted giggles. "Look at him! My heart can only take so much!"

And that was how everyone found out that Professors Gadling and Murphy were actually happily married.

Incidentally, the Shakespeare reading, in which both professors took part, was a true kilig apocalypse. Instant campus legend.

[clueleles]

what’s the point of fighting back if you won’t win anyway?

pairing :: johnny x reader

genre :: smut

warnings :: implied cnc (consensual nonconsent), degradation, unprotected sex, breeding

happy johnny day!

it used to terrify him – the way he wanted it. the fear in your eyes, the tears running down your face, and the loud sobs slipping past your lips. the way he would vividly daydream about how obscene of a scene it would be, to use you, to violate you, over and over again while you try to run from his touch. he used to keep these shameful fantasies under lock and key, only to be opened in the dark of his bedroom, with his hand wrapped around his cock and his head thrown back on his bed. it used to terrify him, but now johnny swears this is what you were made for.

johnny fights off the smile pulling at his lips. you look perfect like this. helpless. drooling. taking it all like a fucking whore even as you beg for him to stop.

what’s the point of fighting back if you won’t win anyway?

“stop, johnny, please –” your slur out, voice painfully raw, lips pink, wet, and bitten raw. you’re trembling. “please, please, please –”

johnny feels his dick twitch inside you as you clench your walls around him, reveling in the way you dig your nails into his back, leaving angry red lines that he hopes are flecked with blood. you won’t stop fucking crying, you won’t stop fucking lying. johnny threads his fingers in your hair and tugs hard. “you want me to stop? you really want me to stop when you were fucking begging for it earlier?”

“i’m sorry –” you whisper, rasping, face a mess of tears and drool. “johnny, i’m sorry, i’m –”

johnny laughs, pulls his hand from your hair and watches the way your eyes flare the moment his hand connects with your cheek. he leans down, pressing his lips on yours and tastes blood. you're still trembling. it's fear. it's desire. he could hit you again and you'd still want more.

johnny sneers, slams his hips down harder, fucking you like the goal is to push you into unconsciousness. "you think saying sorry will help you now?”

whimpers and breathy moans leave your lips and a line of hot fire shoots up his spine. god, he's close. the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock is a fucking wonder he knows he'll never tire of. so warm, so wet, so tight.

“it hurts,” you sob, and johnny's hips stutter before he's coming inside, filling you to the uttermost.

you're a dirty fucking liar.

“oh, that’s too bad, baby,” he whispers. “should’ve fucking thought about it before you made me mad.”

[fishstyx]

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀 + 𝐂𝐍𝐂

cw. fem!reader, consensual noncon, coercion, daddy kink, breeding kink mention

his attitude is almost admirable—at first, at least.

vowing he could never hurt you like that, even if it’s only play pretend. swearing he doesn’t have it in him to keep going when you tell him to stop. eyeing you with all the sympathy that a tourist throws a beggar—all pity and no action. yuuta flashes you a weak smile but tells you it’s a hard no.

because the words “rape fantasy” aren’t ones that should fall from pretty little lips like yours. “daddy,” he can understand. “choke me,” he gets. but “breed me by force?” yuuta pales at the very thought. thinks he’d rather cut off his own hands, and truly believes it. he’s sweet like that, he puts your comfort snd safety first. but it’s not what you want, and it’s most certainly not what you need.

so you ease him into it, baby steps, right? it’s not his fault he’s so nice. but it’d be nicer if he’d rip your tights to shreds, nicer if he’d force your legs wide open, nicer if he’d stifle your screams with your soiled panties. you whisper it in his ear as you’re jerking him off—how good it would feel to be violated by your loving boyfriend—it’s only fap material, yeah? but then he’s coming undone in your hand, chest heaving with labored breath, eyes glazed over, and a seed is planted.

you have him good. you have him like pavlov had his dogs. you have him itching for your unprepared pussy, hungry for your blood and tears. the hand stuff and the dirty little nothings aren’t enough anymore. soon he’s daydreaming about the real thing, head full of cotton as he considers, seriously, how hot you’d look trying to push him away.

he plays the part flawlessly, gleam in his eyes as he grinds up against you when you least expect it.

“we’re doing this right now?” is all you ask, not yet onto his game, preoccupied with some other task.

he scoffs, “daddy’s gonna use his baby girl’s cunt whenever he pleases,” and it’s then that you notice how humorless his expression is, so uncharacteristically cold, face framed in shadow by untidy bangs. you stiffen, moving to back away but it’s too late, his hands pushing you over the nearest table so your breasts flatten and your ass sticks out. he’s forcing himself between your legs like you always asked for, groaning at how wet you already are, how much he knows you want this.

“this is for us,” he says simply, in matter-of-fact cadence, as he pushes past your entrance.

[myficdump]

Love Letters From a Stalker

The Yandere Sam mod gave me the motivation/inspiration to write this. So although I had Sam in mind for this fic, you could imagine the yandere as any Stardew Valley character since I never reveal who it is. Reader/Player is gender-neutral. 

CW: Stalking, Sexual content but it’s more horror than sexy.

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Moving to the valley was like a breath of fresh air in the beginning. Although taking care of the farm was hard work, you loved it out here. You loved having a home bigger than the crummy apartment you lived in back in the city and you especially loved all the space up here. Not to mention the quiet and lack of close neighbors. There wasn’t anyone out here to slam their first on your door or the other side of the wall and scream at you for being too loud or stomping a bit too hard on your floors. 

It was great! Until it very well wasn’t. 

Someone was stalking you. You were so sure of it. It was terrifying and you wish you were wrong. But you kept finding things missing. Clothes-  part of you cringes every time you dwell too long on the fact that it’s mostly your underwear that’s been stolen- trinkets like a snow globe or picture frames that contained just you, and some of the gems you brought back from the mines. Originally you had planned on chalking this up to a simple robbery since practically everyone in town knew you weren't home on certain days, but then the letters had started popping up. They started out okay, but quickly deteriorated from innocent to disturbing. 

  "You did amazing at the Egg Hunt! I’m so glad you won. Congrats on the cool hat and for finally beating Abigail. She’s won ever since Alex stopped participating. Which was years ago.”

  “Are you growing strawberries? I saw you buying some at Pierre’s stand during the Egg Festival but they’re going to die soon :(. You planted them too late, you’re supposed to save them for next year so they can be planted at the beginning of spring and give you lots of strawberries.”

  “I wish you asked me to dance with you at the Flower Dance :(. At least you didn’t have to wear one of those dorky suits or the scratchy dresses. I’ve heard Abigail complain that it hurts and really itches. I’ve heard even Haley say the same thing to Alex and Alex in turn complained about how tight the suits are. So you really dodged a bullet. But dancing with you would have been so nice. Your farmer's outfit makes you look so nice :). 

  “Saw you fishing at the beach today! You look so cute, I wish you’d invite me sometime :) <3” 

  “My dear Farmer, why do you keep talking to so many people? I understand that you need to leave the farm to do errands but does getting seeds warrant talking to so many people?” 

  “They don’t know you like I do. I know you better, I know even the things that you don’t ever tell or show anyone. Like your favorite pair of underwear to wear, your favorite seeds to plant, how you like to eat blueberries every chance you get when you grow them. I know more than you might ever know.”

 This was only the tip of the iceberg. You had received far too many letters to show. None of them were ever signed, not even with a “Secret Admirer”. The letters were just written out like notes and the truly long letters just seemed to end when the writer stopped their train of thought. But the worst ones were the sexual ones. Those truly scared you. 

 “ :O Wow you really have stamina! :) Watching you touch yourself over and over was so hot. I promise I’ll make sure to properly please you when we’re together.”

 After this letter, you rushed to buy curtains for the windows in your house. The black ones in your room were never pulled back. You had to buy them from JojaMart and you felt guilty for not going to Pierre, but it had to be done. You felt so violated. No letters like the one above had been sent again. The stalker just expressed disappointment over the curtains but had instead taken to describing their sick fantasies to you. 

You were at a loss on what to do. Pelican Town had no police, only Luis and telling him was certainly not going to help. Not to be rude, but he was a shitty mayor. Besides you, Robin was the only one who tried to actually do anything for this town but there was only so much she could do without the aid of magical beings. 

“Oh Yoba,” you mutter, holding your head in your hands. “Luis would announce to the whole town my stalker problem.”

Definitely not telling him. 

-SNAP-

Hearing a loud noise outside, you shoot up from your couch. Heart racing, you inch over to the kitchen window. Was it your stalker? What would you do if it was? You had your sword but using it on something other than a monster was frightening. Were you really prepared to hurt someone? 

Peeking behind the curtain, you let out a sigh. It was just a wilderness golem. You were safe. For now. What a relief. If it really was your stalker out there you were a goner. Having no close neighbors meant there was no one around to hear you scream.

You sat back down on the couch and once again pondered what you should do about the situation. Eventually, long after your fireplace went dark, you headed to bed. 

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Your hands shook as you held the note. Would the stalker ever stop? It was Fall and they had sent so many to you at this point. What a great waste of paper. Taking a deep breath, you opened up the letter. 

  “You should stay home tomorrow. I’d make you scream louder than that stupid maze ever would ;).” 

 Oh, that wasn’t so bad. Pretty tame compared to what you’ve been getting recently. Perhaps you really jinxed yourself because what happened next was much worse. As you placed the letter back into the envelope, you noticed a picture. 

Your eyes went wide and a choked gasp left your throat. It was a picture of your underwear, the crotch smeared with cum. Written on the bottom was: 

Can’t wait to cum inside you :). 

 Knowing what your stolen underwear was being used for caused bile to rise in your throat. The picture was quickly shoved back into the envelope along with the letter. 

“Oh shit, oh  shit. What do I do?” You croaked. “Oh Yoba what do I do. I save these as evidence but what can I do?” 

Deciding you didn’t want to be alone you shoved on your boots and dashed to town. You had sprinklers, the crops would be fine. You just needed to hang out at Pierre’s until the Saloon opened and then you could lurk in there, feeling safe with other people. 

A few minutes later, a figure crept out from their hiding spot and stepped onto your porch. A white present in your favorite pair of underwear was left waiting for you on your bed.

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So Mikasa kinda has a minor problem with regards in her pussy because she's having so much fun earlier that night using her expensive vibrating dildo and something just broke inside and she thinks that it's left deep in her womb so she's panicking she called Sasha. Sasha even got her hands up Mikasa's vagina but to no avail and so she drove her best friend into the nearest hospital but the gynecologist is currently attending another patient and Mikasa has to wait for like an hour or two but she's panicking so much she thinks she'll have an ashtma attack even though she does not have one so Sasha did the only thing she could and that is to call up a random doctor to check her friend's vagina. She went up to the nurse's station and asked for someone to attend at room 48. Someone really did come and to Sasha and Mikasa's disbelief it's Eren fucking Jaeger, Mikasa's long time crush in her college years, he's two years older than her but totally all sorts of handsome and hot. Sasha winked at her friend, greeted Eren and left while Mikasa is all dumbfounded, never in her life did she imagin that her crush even as of now will be the one to inspect her vagina and the reason is so embarassing she just wanted the ground to eat her alive..... luckily she shaved.

ANON THIS GAVE ME SO MANY THOUGHTS AND I MADE THIS SHIT UP IN THE SHOWER AND I KEPT LAUGHING ABOUT IT 😂😂😂😂 BC THE MENTAL IMAGERY IS JUST IM DEAD!!! Sasha and Mikasa I scream, can u imagine the banter, omg they really be the ultimate besties for this. Not ENTIRELY sure if this would work anatomy wise, but google says it is!! So we're going with it! ALSO SO SURE THIS VIOLATES SOO MANY DR PROTOCOLS 😂😂 BUT LIKE WHATEVER!! I should be working on BTL bc I'm at 10K ish but like this was to fucking funny. also sorry made the executive decision of what kind of porn Mikasa is into.

Mikasa sighs softly, a little smirk lighting her lips as she gets into the mood, watching some insanely attractive guy wish washboard abs from her dreams thumb at the head of his cock, whispering the deliciously dirty soundtrack of how he'd like to fuck her instead of his hand.

It's been so long since she's gotten off. She's been through a little bit of a dry spell recently, since she'd broken up with her last boyfriend after he couldn't handle that she made more money than him. To be honest, the sex was never the best regardless and her own orgasms had both been few and far between and when they had occurred they'd been mostly courtesy of her and her vivid imagination.

So, getting her brand new pink bullet vibrator in the mail after a long day at work had been the perfect end to her day. She'd bypassed Sasha almost entirely in her excitement about her package, calling to her roommate that she'd be busy in her room and they'd hangout tomorrow she just wanted to relax. And now here she is, eyeing up the dick that's far prettier than one she's ever seen in real life, long, curved just enough that she knows it'd feel awesome inside her with a pretty pink head and girth just enough to stretch her. It's a dream, and she slips her panties down her legs slightly before bringing the buzzing little pink vibrator down to her clit. It's teardrop shaped and the vibration settings are wonderful, allowing her to work herself up properly.

It's easy since it's been so long, she craves release after her exhausting day and her lids get a little heavy as she gets into the fantasy, listening intently as she watches the guy at the screen switch up his pace, pumping faster.

She tries to switch things up herself, moving the intense vibrations from her clit with a little cry as she loses the pressure and down to her pussy, testing out the sensations there as well. Mikasa doesn't mean for it to happen, she really doesn't but her vibrator is so small, and Mikasa has always been one to enjoy penetration just as she does clitoral stimulation, so she slips the whirring pink device through her folds just a little, just deep enough for her to feel something. But by then it's too late, all it takes is an inch and she's always been easily worked up. Unbidden, Mikasa lets out a little moan as she slips it in a little too far and then it's gone, slipping inside her so easily with it's small shape and she can feel it inside her, buzzing insistently.

It feels good, but still not where it's supposed to be, so she slips a finger in just to coax it out, but her nails barely graze it, and as she moves around it slips in further, pleasantly grazing at her g-spot a little and she does a full-body shudder before urgently reaching to slam her laptop shut.

Mikasa then spends a solid ten minutes trying to work the little toy from inside her but every time she gets close it slips away and her own fingers can't quite get the necessary angle to just grab it. She wants to scream. But after another ten minutes on google and trying to work it out, she gives up. Mikasa even tries kegels but to her horror nothing works.

She needs someone else, maybe they can grab it, the angle of her own fingers is too much. So, she's forced to go to her roommate and best friend,a little distressed as she enters the living room in nothing but her panties. "Mikasa what's up I thought you were chilling?" Sasha asks from then couch where she's flipping through TV channels. Mikasa wants to cry, her a top tier lawyer, a real professional, a real adult and here she is, something stuck up her vag. She doesn't know a better way to say it so she just blurts it out. "I got my new vibrator stuck of my vagina and I can't get it out will you help me?"

She knows she must look like a picture, hair messed, makeup a little smudged and cheeks red, only in panties and a t-shirt twitching a little because the god forsaken vibrator is still on, and just walking is absolute torture.

"I'm sorry what?" Sasha looks flabbergasted and Mikasa wants to stomp her feet and cry, throw an honest to god tantrum, this is so embarrassing. "Please don't make me repeat it." Her best friend then bursts into laughter while Mikasa glares. After a solid five minute fit of laughter, Sasha had finally relented and told her to get on the couch. So now, Mikasa is awkwardly pantiless and flashing her best friend her vagina at 8 pm on a friday night. "I can't believe this is the most action I'm getting in a month," Sasha mutters as she rather brutally forces Mikasa's legs apart and Mikasa squeaks, breaking off into a little moan. Her best friend raises an eyebrow, "You good buddy, this isn't some elaborate plan to get into my pants because well I'm flattered, I'm not sure this is the way to go about it." Mikasa throws a pillow at her. "No you asshole, the vibrator is still on, every move is torture." Sasha bursts into another round of laughter and Mikasa wants to die.

It's quiet for a few seconds after as Sasha kind of awkwardly stares at her lower parts and Mikasa wants another pillow to throw. "Don't just stare at it, it's cold and the stupid thing is still on!" "Hey! I have never had to pull a vibrator from someone else's pussy before okay Mikasa, I don't really know how to go about it!" "Just fucking stick your fingers in!" Sasha gasps, "Wont that hurt?" "I'm wet enough dummy, just do it." Sasha glares up at her before her eyes flicker back down, "Okay, just like be prepared, this is gonna get weird, promise me this won't change our friendship okay, you're not gonna ditch me because I sort of fingered you?" "SASHA JUST STICK YOUR FUCKING FINGERS IN!"

"Fine, fine," her friend frowns, "Jesus, you're real demanding for someone who's asking me such a big favour."

Sasha slowly inches her fingers towards Mikasa's lower part and Mikasa knows it's coming, the anticipation is almost worse and she readies herself for how weird it's going to be, she probably needs at least 2 fingers if not 3 and although she's already sufficiently worked up from her prior activities, she's not sure if she'd been quite ready to take 3 fingers.

But without further ado her friend parts her lower lips with a finger, making a face as she does, "You have a really pretty pussy Mikasa, I promise you, just like the ones in porn, nice and pink but like wow this is not an attractive part of the anatomy is it? I think boobs are way better, your boobs are especially awesome, wish I had those." Mikasa hates herself even more as her friend rambles and pokes and prods at her most private parts, "Sasha I really love you and I appreciate your um... compliments, but I could really do without the discussion of the female anatomy." Sasha slips a finger inside, and she does it deep, Mikasa letting out another little squeak as her friend feels around. "I'm just saying, sex organs are pretty fucking weird, it's so squishy," Sasha wiggles her finger around and Mikasa wants to die, what did she do to deserve this.

"And I thought dicks were strange looking but you know honestly vaginas are pretty weird too, like I think mine is a bit too--" "Sasha!" "Sorry." Her best friend is blissfully silent as she adds another finger, the weird sensation very different from when she's done it herself or had a lover do it, definitely more invasive when her best friend is stabbing her fingers in and circling them around like she does when she's trying to get the last bits of Nutella from the jar.

At one point Mikasa feels Sasha's fingers touch on the vibrator and her best friend valiantly tries to snatch it, but it only slips further inside.

"K Mikasa this isn't working." Mikasa groans, "What about lube?" Sasha pulls her fingers out, frowning as they're covered in slick before wiping them on Mikasa's shirt in disgust. Sasha sits back on her haunches, pushing Mikasa's legs closed, "I don't think so champ, it's not that I can't get in deep enough, it's just too slippery. I don't think my fingers are gonna do it." "Well what the hell am I supposed to do?" Mikasa is minutes away from a full meltdown. Sasha bites her lip frowning and Mikasa knows what she's going to say. "Don't say it." "Mika it's the only option." "Don't say it, if you say it that means I'm going to be one of those weird ER stories people tell the next day." Sasha says it, "I think you have to go to the hospital." Mikasa buries her face into a pillow and screams.

Sasha drives Mikasa to the hospital like a faithful best friend and Mikasa thanks her while also apologizing profusely, her poor best friend.

"It's fine Mika, what are besties for if not to stick their hands up each other vaginas to fish out sex toys?" Her friend had told her before driving off to park the car while Mikasa gets a spot in the ER queue.

Mikasa can think of many other things best friends are for, but whatever, it's Sasha she's not phased the girl is a little crazy sometimes.

As she fills out her patient information Mikasa curses the stupid battery on the toy. She'd gotten one with longer lasting charge, several hours in fact so the stupid thing is still buzzing away inside her, sweet torture, because every time she moves just the slightest, it brushes her insides just right and no matter how far she is from aroused, little sparks of pleasure hit regardless.

Thankfully, tonight the ER seems pretty dead and the nurse tells her a doctor should be with her pretty shortly as she goes over her file with a raised eyebrow.

Mikasa gets X-rays, and a brief consultation with another doctor before being sent back to the waiting room to sit with Sasha because they're short on beds. An hour later, Sasha and Mikasa are in the waiting room when her name is finally called.

"Mikasa Ackerman," A nurse calls and Mikasa gratefully gets up, twitching once again as the little object nudges her cervix.

Sasha gives her an exaggerated thumbs up as Mikasa follows the nurse down the hall to an examination room. "The ER doctor looked at your file briefly, and luckily there's still an OBGYN around for the night. He had a high risk pregnancy to attend to and your X-rays caught his eye before he was leaving, so you got lucky." The nurse hands her a hospital gown and Mikasa thanks god, she's sure a nice OBGYN will make this much more pleasant than whatever ER doctor is on call.

"Just change and Dr. Yeager should be around in a few."

Mikasa takes the blue hospital gown from her, quickly stripping down as the nurse leaves the room, her brain slowly catching up to what was said. And then the name computes, it sounds familiar for some reason, like she's heard it before. Yeager. Where has she heard that before. Dr. Yeager.

It hits her all at once as she slips the gown over her head. Eren Yeager, two years older than her and the boy she's had the biggest crush on since her undergrad. He'd been pre-med and her pre-law, so they'd been in drastically different programs and very different years, but she'd met him at a party through Armin who was in the pre-law program with her and it's been love at first sight. She'd always been too much of a wimp to make a move, but she'd always thought they'd kinda had a thing. He gravitated to her at parties and stuff, and always helped her out in navigating university if she ever had questions. She'd been heartbroken when he'd graduated to head to medical school somewhere else, cursing herself for never making a move.

Mikasa could only hope it wasn't the same Dr. Yeager she thought It was. But she didn't have a good feeling about it.

And her premonition Is proven correct a few minutes later when none other than Eren Yeager, in a pair of green scrubs and a white coat walks in, stethoscope draped around his neck, hair a little mussed probably from working all day and looking just as attractive as the last time she saw him.

Fuck her. Both literally and figuratively.

He looks up from her chart and a beautiful grin lights his face, "Oh my god Mikasa?" He's so excited to see her, she really wishes she could reciprocate her enthusiasm, but as it is, having her biggest crush be the one to treat the vibrator stuck up her vagina is not high on her list of things to be excited about. "Hi Eren," she says awkwardly.

He snags a chair from the corner of the room and sits on it backwards, leaning himself over the back and fuck he's still so built, too muscular for his own good as he rolls his sleeves up, holding her chart. "How have you been?" "Umm, I've been better," she responds awkwardly. Once again, not how she wanted to meet him, she wanted him to see her as a hot shot lawyer, not a horny overworked mess.

"Oh shit, right sorry I kinda forgot you're here for a reason, sorry," He blushes a little, "It's just been a while and I missed you."

He gives her calf a little pat where her legs are hanging over the side of the bed and she shivers for reasons not due to the vibrator for once. Eren missed her, he liked her enough to miss her.

Her stomach fills with butterflies and then Eren has to go and throw ice water all over her little dream. "So what are you in here for again, there was one girl with something lodged up her vagina, that's why I stayed, but maybe they handed me the wrong chart-oh," Eren cuts himself off as his eyes skim her chart a little more. There's several seconds of awkward silence before Eren looks up at her, eyes teeming with mirth, but he keeps it out of his expression, but she knows those vivid greens well and he's struggling not to smile.

"I see," he says knowingly, bringing his eyes back up to hers.

For the hundredth time that night she wants to die and he must be able to tell because his hand is back on her calf soothingly, all traces of amusement gone from his expression. His hands stroke up and down her leg for a second as he reassures her, "It's okay Miks, we'll get it out alright, I know you saw me goof off a lot in university, but I promise I'm a good gyno. And don't worry we'll never talk about it again, okay?"

She nods mutely, he's so freaking sweet, how does he reassure her so easily?

"Okay, now I'm gonna go into doctor mode and I'm gonna ask some questions okay?" She nods again, his hand still on her leg stroking up and down, and maybe it's not entirely doctor appropriate but fuck if she cares, this is great. "Okay, first of all can you give me like a size of the object, description, how big etcetera?" "Umm, it was like pretty small, teardrop shaped, it's a vibrator and umm," she struggles with the last part, "it's still on."

His eyebrows rise a little but otherwise he remains expressionless, "Gotcha, okay well, the good news is I can probably remove it pretty easily then. But the bad news is it might pinch a bit." "That's okay." she says softly, her dignity is already gone so whatever. "Okay, I'm gonna do a quick pelvic exam, then I'm gonna use a speculum and some forceps should probably do it."

He slides his gloves on, and gets her to pull up her gown little leaving her only in her pink lace panties, and she thanks god she'd worn a cute pair and also shaved this morning. If her biggest crush is gonna see her vag in the most non-sexual way possible, at least it will be pretty, or at least Sasha had told her so, Mikasa really doesn't understand.

And Mikasa correct, it really is so non-sexual in every way, Eren's gloves are cold, where his hands on her claves were warm and the pelvic exam is quick and routine, with a lot of humming and 'aha-ing' from him, before he tells her to slide to the edge of the bed and remove her panties. So not the way she'd hoped for him to ask her to take her clothes off. She does as she's told and Eren whips the stirrups out, as well as grabbing a new pair of gloves, a mask, and a weird looking tool she's sure will hurt a little.

She moves her legs into the stirrups and after that it begins. It's quick, cold and uncomfortable as hell, as Eren uses the weird little tool to hold her open for him to pull the vibrator out with a pair of forceps.

Her only saving grace is Eren's comforting words and witty quips about how the ER is tonight, h'es very chatty and it's the only thing keeping her from freaking out.

The toy comes out pretty easily, despite her fears it would never come out and Eren holds it in his hand in curiosity as Mikasa hastens to cover herself. "Huh, it really is small, you must be pretty tight for it to have gotten stuck."

Mikasa squeaks a little, tight, isn't that a good thing? Is he complimenting her, she can't really tell. Eren looks up curiously before handing her the little object, "I think this belongs to you."

"I-um yeah, thanks."

He laughs a bit, taking his gloves off, "This isn't exactly the way I wanted to meet you again Mikasa but I guess it's better than nothing hey?"

She smiles, tucking the stupid vibrator into her purse. "Yeah, same, but I'm happy I saw you."

He grins, "Me too, but okay so anyway I'm going to write you a prescription for some antibiotics just in case it messed with your pH balance or anything."

She sighs, right back to doctor talk, what can she expect though, it's so not hot to come in with a vibrator stuck inside with you.

He scribbles something on a pad of paper as she changes behind the curtain of the bed, and when she's done he hands it over, she doesn't really read it over much, knowing he's going to go soon and she'll probably never see him again. He stands, "Well, I think this might be goodbye for the night, I have a mom and baby to go check on, but it was good to see you okay, Miks." Damn him and that smile and that nickname. "Yeah, bye Eren," she responds in a bit of a daze, but just as he's about to leave he seems to think better of it. "Umm read your prescription carefully okay, and by the way Mikasa, I'm about to break like so many rules saying this, but don't be embarrassed, you've got a pretty pussy. Not the way I wanted to see it, but pretty nonetheless." Then he winks and he's gone and Mikasa melts on the spot because damn.

She looks down at his prescription after and his phone number is very obvious scrawled at the top with a heart and Mikasa thinks maybe the night wasn't so bad after all.