#kink shaming xd

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Hiii! Could we… um… se some um… chubbier Bunny or Wild…please… pleek🥺… pleek😭?

I have this Bunny I drew 2 years ago and this Wild that I drew some months ago XD does that count?

[fatass-adam]

*Sees the dash talking about piss kinks*

*Laughs nervously*

[spoonietimelordy]

The witcher books are very easy to read if you manage to get over Geralt's obsession with women's breasts x)

[yourbestprincess]

Mein Kleines Mädchen

Older!König (40s) Young!reader (18- early 20s)

Giant age gap but y’know, size kink, slightly hyper fem!reader, reader is a female, König is rough and also has a cute little German accent and calls you cute pet names in German, König is also your dads bestie but not anymore! Creampie, slut-shaming but also praise , fingering.

Hope I didn’t miss anything! XD

(Gentle reminder that König is HUGE, I'm pretty sure he's 6'10 which, if you're average hight, is ginormous.)

You’ve always thought König was overly attractive, but you would never do anything…I mean he was your father’s best friend.

He always eyed you when they hung out, which was rare because he was always deployed.

König was way bigger than you were, he merely towered over you when you two would talk. Which, to say the least, you loved.

You thought he was so attractive. From how big he was to his greying ginger hair to his blue eyes which looked at you in such a way that made your stomach flutter.

****

He was finally coming over today. You were finally in collage now, in your eyes a grown woman.

He was staying the night according to your dad because he got kicked from his apartment from being gone so long, to which you weren’t complaining.

It was so early; almost too early, but you heard a knock at the door. Even before he knocked you felt his presence. Your heart pounds as you peak out of your window to see his car. You walk down the stairs, only in an oversized white t-shirt that covered your tight black shorts. You clear your shirt of any wrinkles before looking through the peephole and opening the door.

“Guten Morgen, schatz.” He smiles softly. you notice that he’s still quite dirty.

“Oh, ‘morning König.” you smile back softly before letting him in, your heart still pounding in your chest, it feels like it’s gonna run away.

He gives you a lousy side hug and drops his bags on the stairs before giving you a forehead kiss.

“Mm.” He breathes you in “Schatz, where is your father?” He backs away slightly to give you some sense of personal space.

“He’s working today until about 8:30. Sorry, I should probably let you settle in and shower I know you’re tired and-“

“Shh, liebling. Stay with me, I suppose I need some company, ja?” He looks down at you, reaching his calloused hand over and putting it on the side of your head in which you lean into.

“Okay, well first let me draw you a shower.” You bite your lip gently before leading him into the upstairs bathroom next to your room. He follows you, humming something you swear you've heard before.

"Du bist so ein liebes kleines Mädchen" (You're such a sweet little girl) König snickers while trailing so close behind you that he's basically hovering over you.

He thought you didn't understand what he was saying. You really touched up on your German before he came back from whatever mission he was on. You knew he said things to you in German before, but he never thought you'd know. Not until now. Your blood wastes no time making your cheeks hot and red with straight fluster.

He grips your arm and turns you with his mere strength. "Oh dear. Du verstehst jetzt?" (Oh dear. You understand now?) He tilts his head, squatting down to your hight.

You try to look down but he forces you to look up at him with your practically pathetic puppy eyes. "Ja...since you got deployed again. I should've told you, but I just wanted to know what you were saying to me."

His eyes feel like they're staring sharply into your soul, like he was looking straight into your heart. He knows that your heart grows and yearns from him. "Ja? Good girl." His accent spills out more when he's eager.

"C'mon lieb." He stands back up letting you finish showing him to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and make sure its the perfect temperature for such a man. You set out a towel and an unopened bar of soap.

"Okay, there you go. You can..um meet me in my room when you're done." You say with just a little bit of excitement in your voice.

"Ja, liebling." He says with a soothing voice rather than before.

As you wait in your room, you change into a pink see-though lingerie dress with a matching pink thong. To top it all off, you wear some white thigh high socks. You sit pretty on your bed and wait for him to get out of the shower.

****

You hear a knock at your bedroom door. "Hey, Liebling? Can I come in?" You ignore it for a second but before you can cover up he busts through the door.

"Mein gott liebe. Scheisse... don't do this to me. You know I can't hold back." His is heavy. It's obvious that blood went to his dick just from looking at his towel.

"I don't want you to hold back." You say as he steps into the room. His hair wet and towel barley covers his v-line. He sighs and walks closer to you.

“Mein schatz…What a fucking tease are you? Gut Gott.” He towers over your small frame, lifting up your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs as he props them up on his shoulder. His cock is fully hard, it’s throbbing and oozing out pre-cum.

“Bitte…König. You know how many years I’ve been waiting for this..” Your panties are so soaked that it’s visible. Who knew you’d be such a slut for the man who was there when your father wasn’t.

He moves your panties to the side with his middle finger. He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside you and rubs his thumb on your throbbing clit. You cry and whine under his touch. He knows how bad you need him.

“Is this too much schatz? If it is, how am I going to put this cock in you? It craves you, you know that liebling?” He takes his hand away from your wet entrance and lets the towel fall to his ankles. His cock springs up, you can see pearls of pre-cum dripping onto your bed. He gives his drooling shaft a couple of pumps before spitting on his middle and ring finger to wet your entrance just enough to fit his massive cock.

“Ready liebe?” He shoves the tip past your entrance making your shutter and whine from the size.

“Ja, you’ll be okay mein schatz.” You bite your lip and cry with him going deeper, trying to fit his 8 1/2 inches in your tight pussy that’s just taking him so well.

“König…s'too much..Bitte! Pleasepleaseplease!…” You whine and moan from the pain. Your thoughts are clouded with pure white pleasure. You know how wrong this is, but, Mein Gott, is it worth it. You're gripping his back and begging for god knows what.

“Nimm es einfach wie ein braves Mädchen, ja? Getting close for me already, Gut gott." (Just take it like a good girl, yeah?) König can't help but notice how pathetic and weak you are under him. His blunt tip pushes against your g-spot over and over again until you're crying and going cock-dumb over him.

" Du liebst es einfach, wie eine Schlampe gefickt zu werden, nicht wahr? What a good fucking girl for me." (You just love getting fucked like a slut, don't you? What a good fucking girl for me.) You can feel his thrusts getting sloppier and heavier. His breath begins to hitch and he can't help but whimper just a little from how tight his Liebe is.

"König...gonna cum right now.. Vati... fuck- feels s'good..." Before you can even think about getting close, he pulls out of you and sits down on your bed, getting comfy before motioning you to sit on his lap. You slide off your panties and see-through dress, craving that skin to skin with him.

"Ja, that's it Mein Schatz, ease down on me, you've got it Liebe" As you sink down on his fat cock, he notices that it makes an indentation on your tummy.

"S'too much König... too big." You barely make out in whimpers and cries. He continues to thrust deeper into your sopping cunt. You really hope your dad isn't gonna come home anytime soon.

"Shh, It's alright, you'll be okay Mein Liebe. Just let me use this pretty pussy, ja?" He pushes his cock so far up into you that you were genuinely surprised on how he was able to bottom out in you. His thrusts are sharp and fast with so much power that you moan everytime he thrusts. König knows you're close from the way you're clenching down on him and how loud your moans are.

"Bitte... I need to.." You cry out before König's thrusts become sharper and somehow even faster.

"I know, I know. I'm gonna come with... scheisse- come with you, okay?" He can't stop grunting now, its all pleasure now. White pleasure clouds his visions.

"Christ- Ich liebe dich schatz- fuck. I always have. And look, now I get to fuck this little body of yours and even fill you up with my cum, eh?"

His vision returns to you, already cumming on his cock. So pathetic, you can't even speak. You're too entranced at cumming on his thick cock to even think. And now here he is, filling you up with his potent cum. He pumps and twitches just a few more times until you two ride out your orgasm.

****

"Was I too much Mein liebe?" He wraps his big arms around you as you snuggle into him. warm sheets cover your bodies.

"You were perfect. Everything and more than what I was ever expecting." He wraps you into him even tighter, pressing kisses on your forehead and soft lips.

"Ich liebe dich auch, König."

Your dad's gonna be so pissed when he finds out his little girl is getting fucked by his so called best friend.

[captain039]

Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik??

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, kinda dark, modern AU

I’m reading Dark Notes and found my taboo again XD

Heavily inspired by dark notes lmaooo

First day, you can’t be late, can’t show the pain you’re in, and can’t wake anybody up. You’re quiet in the old creaky house hoping nobody hears you shuffling around trying to grab your bag and tug your shoes on. You hear loud snores coming from your dad’s room confirming at least your father is asleep. Whoever he brought home last night is hopefully gone or still sleeping, you don’t need that awkwardness in your life.

You manage to slip out into the cold air, goosebumps quickly covering your body, the cold chill settling into your bones in a dull throbbing ache. It’s persistent as you walk to the bus stop, you’re ever thankful for buses having heaters as you step inside. You greet the old busman with a smile as he gives you a good morning before the doors slide shut and you sit down near a heater. Your stomach churns as it takes off making you close your eyes briefly. You arrive at the academy, the large old building suddenly all too real and looming. You steal your nerves, you worked hard to get here you’re going to fucking do it.

With a small nod you walk onto academy grounds feeling out of place instantly at the large array of legs just say well loaded young people walking around with their crisp uniforms, phones and expensive backpacks. You feel a little nausea as you walk through the large doors trying to ignore the bustle of students. You feel mildly stupid, this isn’t high school, people have grown up, and well you hope they have anyway. After high school, you swore off ever going back to school, but when your mother died you had nothing to do, no one to look after or take up your time, no one to protect you. So here you are, doing something with a debt of student loan your dad can never know about. You walk the halls a bit taking in the old magical feel you get from the old-style architecture. This academy isn’t about honing in on one skill and following a specific path, it’s more about exploring all paths, building on skills you already know as well as exploring harder subjects they didn’t teach in high school. You wander a bit till the bell rings and you head to your class following the map you got in the mail with your welcome package. That was the fastest you ever ran to the letter box and your room in years. You find your class finally a little embarrassingly late seeing as everyone is already in there. The professor looks at you as you stand in the doorway and you tense. He looks too young to be a professor at first glance, the wavy brown hair, golden honey eyes high cheekbones, shaven and slightly squared jaw and thick brows. He wears typical academy colours of cream and red, in a suit with a vest and a cane hanging in the crook of his arm.

“Sorry,” it’s an automatic response one that makes him raise his eyebrow before waving you off with an annoyed sigh. Right… well, here’s one teacher you’ll try to avoid talking to and doing everything not to fail in his class. Mr. Viktor, so you find out his name is, you’re not sure if his first name is Viktor or his last name. During his lesson it’s hard not to get distracted by how he moves and speaks, his accent sometimes thickens when he gets into something or maybe it’s just you. You watch how he contains his limp, and only uses his cane occasionally. You can’t help but watch his fingers though, slender and elegant as they write on the board with chalk. You realise he’s an old-fashioned professor in the sense of no technology besides a laptop on his desk, the rest is papers and books. His eyes are captivating and easy to see from the front row which heightens your anxiety but seeing as you got here late you didn’t have a choice. You’re also wondering if he’s annoyed you came in late because his eyes narrow every time they fall on you. You also notice the moles on his face you feel like someone placed them so delicately on his face just to enhance his beauty even more. Beauty? Is that the right word for a man? Handsome seems too roguish, pretty to feminine, he’s a beautiful man no doubt about it you’re just trying to place a word for his beauty. Ethereal? Hmm, not quite there he’s too real for that, elegant? Maybe, Charming? Eh, you think he’s glared at every student who breathed too loudly. You jolt when he snaps his cane to the ground his eyes hard and you realise he’s looking at you, not only that he’s standing in front of your table. What did you do? You didn’t do anything? You just sat there and tried to find a word for his looks.

“Name” you frown it isn’t a question it’s a demand so you give it.

“Pass these out” he orders lying papers on your desk and you feel like you’re in primary school again helping the teacher pass out papers. He stares and waits when you don’t move right away before you nod and redden before handing out the papers, geez way to lose all confidence or whatever little you had left. Apparently, he is also the type to hand out assessments on the first day which really removes all points from your books.

Your next class you’re not late, thankfully. You sit in the third row, a safe space to the window. You also realise the teacher isn’t there making you frown a bit.

“Settle down everyone” Your eyes look to who just walk in and freeze again. Are all the professors good-looking? Stupidly so? He’s tall and broad muscle, also clean-shaven but he has a shadow of a beard on his face, he’s got strong features and a few scars on his face, his dark hair is shaved at the sides and neat on the top.

“I’m Mr Talis,” he says before he begins the lesson. Mr. Talis seems more laid back than Mr. Viktor, he smiles and engages with his students rather than glaring at them. He actually introduces his teachings and class instead of diving head first into the histories of…. You forgot what Mr. Viktor was even talking about, too busy trying to word his looks. Mr Talis is handsome, no doubt about it in a Greek god kind of way of sculpted muscles, cheekbones and jaw and his tanned complexion. You should really focus on the introduction but fail miserably, you find yourself watching Professor Talis, the slight dimple in the left side of his mouth, the way flexes his arm when he smiles like he needs to use his whole torso to do so. Wouldn’t surprise you it’s a damn good smile.

The bell rings too soon, saving Professor Talis from your ogling. You feel stupid now it’s over, hoping you weren’t too obvious. Your other classes aren’t distracting thankfully, and so far it’s an easy day despite the lingering pain, the day has gotten warmer so the chill isn’t in your bones anymore. This uniform feels a bit much though, but it’s your only one till you can buy another. You stare down at your laptop and notepad as you sit under a large tree. You don’t want to go home yet, staying here it feels quiet, and peaceful, despite the throb in your hips you close your eyes a moment and listen to the breeze. Your brows furrow though as you think back to your home, well your father’s home as he says, it isn’t your home. He’ll probably be drunk, without his medication, or fucking some random woman he picked up from the bar. You sigh and open your eyes noting two figures walking through the courtyard. You see Professor Viktor and Professor Talis, you’re shocked to see them together, they’re opposites, then again opposites attract and Professor Viktor could just have a cold stern teaching mode. You watch them walk, Professor Talis slowing his stride for Professor Viktor you see Talis smile and laugh at whatever Viktor said. You should look away of course professors can have friends, but this- you frown a bit watching Professor Talis’s hand rest on Professor Viktor’s lower back as they stop. That explains it, you look away giving them privacy figuring they think they’re alone. You look at notepad scribbles with random things before closing your laptop and sighing. You shove it all back in your bag and stand awkwardly wincing at your hips before your eyes glancing to the professors once more only to stand stock still when you see Professor Viktor staring in your direction. You glance around stupidly, nobody else is here and he is definitely looking at you. Did he see your awkward hand climb up the tree to stand up? That’s embarrassing, also why isn’t he looking away? You stay rooted for a few minutes before you finally find it in you to walk, well waddle considering your hips.

Jayce is talking but Viktor isn’t listening his eyes are on you, you were staring at him the whole lesson, not with the normal gaze of lust or awe, but like you were genuinely trying to figure him out, he didn’t like it, the way your calculating eyes ran over him, he couldn’t read you. He could read everything else about you but what you were thinking, you kept it so well hidden. You’re new, he hasn’t seen you before, most of the other students are returns so he knew most of them, but you, you weren’t like them, your backpack wasn’t expensive, no phone in sight, your laptop was cheap as well, you wore no makeup either. The way you sat indicated pain, constant by the way you weren’t reacting to it like you were used to it. The instant sorry you said when you arrived a few minutes late told him more than enough as well.

“Viktor?” Jayce brings him back with a hand on his back. He watched you stand using the old tree to balance yourself up, he watched your lips pursed in pain and he had a sudden urge to walk over there. Jayce follows his gaze to your retreating form.

“New student huh? She’s in my class too” Jayce says smiling before it falters.

“What’s that look for?” He asks.

“What look?” He’s quick to defend making Jayce’s frown deepen.

“Viktor” Viktor sighs at the way he says his name his shoulders relaxing a little as your form disappears.

“She was late,” he says stupidly.

“You’re pissed she was late?” Jayce snorts.

“She’s new she probably got lost give her some slack” he smirks and nudges his side gently making him grumble.

“Keep an eye on her” he says before continuing walking not bothering to explain himself to Jayce.

Next part ->

[emeraldxphoenix]

The God of Mischief is a hard creature to impress, but they will always be drawn to beauty, in any of its forms. Sherlock Holmes is, undeniably, beautiful. An acquired taste, perhaps, all angles and sharp words, but then Loki is hardly any different themselves. They take each other in their stride, ego and quirks alike, and the god likes that about their… friendship?

They stretch out further on the sofa, cat-like and uncaring for social niceties. “I want to compliment you, is that so hard to believe?” Forehead furrows into a frown. Of course it completely passes the god by that they would respond exactly the same way in Sherlock’s shoes. “I appreciate beauty when I see it, and your legs are beautiful. It’s a statement of fact, do with it what you will.”

~ @emeraldxphoenix || "You have very pretty legs. It would have been remiss not to admire them." ~

Sherlock's brow shoots upwards, eyes narrowing in suspicion as he looks over at Loki. "What are you complimenting me for? What do you want?" Because naturally it hasn't occurred to him that someone might actually want to compliment him on his physical appearance.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Overindulgence on Valentine's Day Chocolate~ 🍫💦

This was a very silly little idea I had in my head for Valentine's Day. It was originally going to just be a one-shot fanfiction I write but you should all know by now... xD

I don't know the definition of a one-shot fanfiction

My first ever stomach issue related themed sickfic~ :3

Here is the story (bc archive direct link doesn't wanna work)

Now as for the art, it's pretty self explanatory; our favorite silly little CEO received a lot of appreciation chocolate from some of the citizens of Kanai Ward. Touched by the gesture and finally receiving love reciprocated by the city he loved so much, he didn't leave a single sweet treat given to him untouched or uneaten.

This would later lead to disaster ;w;

Thankfully Yuma is there to lend him a helping hand :3

Spoilers for the Story's Outcome below~ (another drawing +further rambling as always lol I always say too much haha... ^^;)

The best home remedy for an tummy ache is a good tummy rub 🩷

Okay, so I was honestly wanting to write a story like this for a while but was incredibly shy about it... Because upset tummy rubs lowkey are another very small guilty pleasure of mine. When a person gets an upset stomach from either being sick or from overeating, I personally find it to be a very comforting, touching and even at times very intimate gesture. (I even remember trying it myself to help a friend of mine w gastritis in highschool)

Sadly, I felt very shy and even embarrassed to want to try and write something like this, let alone draw it out... Tummy rubs are unfortunately often seen as kinks or are fetishized by other people so it's often seen as weird to the public... So it made me feel nervous to even share this story and art. I did have lots of fun drawing it, but I'm saying it right now, I do NOT fetishize this okay? ><;

(not trying to kink shame, its just not my intention here is all ;w;)

In fact; abdominal massages (a.k.a tummy rubs) are actually a real medical procedure to recover the pressure in one's stomach.

The pose of this art was incredibly difficult to draw but I am fairly happy with the way it came out. Yuma looks either doting or affectionate towards Makoto and Makoto looks perfectly relaxed laying in his lap c: Yuma politely took his shoes off but Makoto is the type to leave his shoes on even when he’s laying on furniture (we saw it in ch4 twice lol) They're such cuties, I love them so much💕 (I even added a kitty to convince myself that its cute and not weird... ;w;)

Truth be told, this idea was actually semi-inspired by a little doodle that @cochidinh drew on X. It made me think that if Makoto received valentines from the people of Kanai Ward, would he eat all of them?

And thus this story was born c: (its meant to be silly so please try not to take it too seriously... ;w; They may seem OOC here, I did my best but this is my first time ever writing a story like this so I might be rusty... ;w;)

EXTRA BONUS: Kitty Makoto 🐱

Fun Fact: Did you know that cats only allow belly rubs from a person they trust? :3c I think Makoto is very cat-like tbh haha~

Anyway Happy Valentines Day🩷

Don't eat too much chocolate now! 💦

[linked-maze]

Not the previous anon btw, but a heat/rut cycle is when, in real-world biology at least, females are fertile and sexually receptive. When it comes to fanfic purposes, the rules are bent a LOT and isn't always meant to end in pregnancy, its just some kink some writers have.

OH XDDDD well, now I can answer the other anon! thanks! sure they can have a heat/rut cycle- (I don't kink shame here) Probably around fall. they both get extremely lovey-dovey XD and wanna hold hands BEFORE MARRIAGE :0 (jk there is no such thing as marriage in the Twili realm XD) and then they built a place together. eats a lot of food and then go and sleeps for winter XD Yes I just now decided that the Twilis undergo Hibernation. you are all welcome~

[destinationtoast]

It's finished!! Only 1 year, 2 months, and 2 days after I started. XD And there are some new sex & kink tags:

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi, F/M

Relationships: Keeley Jones/Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt

Characters: Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton, Leslie Higgins, Shandy Fine, Trent Crimm, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso)

Additional Tags: Humor, Pining, Letters, Impersonation, Jamie ships Roy and Keeley, but is also very into shagging Roy, while they're both pining after Keeley, what on earth could the solution be?, thinking.gif, Polyamory (eventually), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Relationship Negotiation, Polyamory Negotiations, Threesome - F/M/M, Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Orgasm Delay

Words: 31,206

Summary:

“Why won’t you just talk to Keeley and try to fix things?” Jamie asks after sucking Roy’s cock.

Jamie hatches a mad letter-writing scheme to get Roy and Keeley back together. Which is a bit of a shame, because he's really enjoying shagging Roy. (Canon divergent as of mid-S3.)

read it on AO3

[l3viat8an]

Asmo req!!

I love how sweet he is portrayed usually, I think him with insecure Mc being sweet and educational is so sweet. But I want corruption kink asmo or pervy asmo just as much ;; he's definitely capable

Nsfw!

Soooo to satisfy my brain and hopefully your request <3 I did some pervy headcanons that I honestly wouldn’t mind turning into full fics later on! But needed a little change rn hsjsh CW: Pervert stuff!- ass slapping, non-consensual pictures (pantyshots), grinding, talk of Asmo jerking off, Asmo being a pervert duh, Asmo sends you some nudes / videos ‘accidentally’

Asmo has no shame and has jerked off at least once while on the phone with you. Keeping his whines ‘n little moans as quiet as he can and even keeping his voice normal, all while keeping up with the conversation. Your voice sounds so sweet in his ear as you tell him about you day~ how could he resist his little urge?-

Hugs <3 always sweet and innocent right? Not with a perv! If Asmo’s running up and hugging you from behind his arms always wraps around you chest, usually with his fingertips running almost casually across your nipples.

And if he’s hugging you from the front his hands are sliding down your back and grabbing you ass, giving it a good squeeze before you can wiggle away.

Speaking of your ass XD Asmo’s always squeezing it when you walk past him or giving it a quick slap.

Always has you walk up the stairs ahead of him or really anywhere with you in front of him and it seems so sweet and like he’s being a gentleman~ nope! He just wants to get a better look at your ass.

Really enjoy smelling your hair whenever you’re near him and even steals a whole damn bottle of your shampoo, uses it in the shower pretending you’re there with him and jacking off.

Whenever you lick your lips around him, especially in class- all Amso can think about is how good they would feel wrapped around his cock and watching tears pool in your eyes, as your cheeks turn red and drool run down your chin-

And touching up your makeup? Asmo’s thinking about how much prettier you would look if it were smeared and running down your face~!

He’s practically drooling whenever you ask him to do your makeup.

If / when you wear shirts he’d always dropping things and oh, so sweetly asking you to bend over and pick them up for him.

Totally takes a few pics up your skirt whenever you do so, or if you sit next to him in class, he’s trying to take some under the desk somehow-

Constantly offers you his clothes and makes sure you’ll wear something of his eventually.

From tops to skirts, almost anything. As long as it’s you. Even if, it’s just a shirt! After you wear it he’ll put it on and jerk off to thoughts of you. How the fabric had touched your skin. How strong your scent is-

Always loves taking you to the Fall!! Asmo can feel his control slipping a little bit when you grab his hand and drag him onto the dance floor. Before he knows it he’s grabbing your hips as he grinds his growing bulge against you.

Steals some of your underwear, not to use or jack off into. Instead he’ll wear them around for a day before putting them mixed back in with your clean underwear. It makes him feel closer to you.

More then once he’s ‘accidentally’ sent you nudes or videos. He always apologizes saying “Oops. Wrong person.” Or “You were just my top contact ♡"

At first you believed him and said it was fine, besides Asmo posts mostly nude photos all the time. You’d basically seen it all already.

Until one night, he sends you a few pictures and a video, him sitting in bed getting off as usual. You start to type back that he needs to stop / he’s got the wrong person again but as you type he sends a short text, “Those are all for you MC~ enjoy.”

And he’s sending you one last video of him cumming all over his hand as he moans your name.

[st-kitten]

707 pt.5.1

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your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.

despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.

like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.

the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.

you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.

'need a hand. come downstaris'

you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.

"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.

why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?

you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.

"you... ride a bike..."

toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."

you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.

"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.

"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"

mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.

"penguin..." he muttered.

you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.

"hold tight."

only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.

aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.

you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.

toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.

he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.

"any plans to get off?" he asked.

"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.

with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.

you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.

the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.

"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."

"that's what this is?"

the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.

"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.

"yep. you?"

"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"

you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...

toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

"you wanna drive?"

"what? fuck. no. we'd die."

"it ain't that hard."

"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."

"my what?"

"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."

"huh."

toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"

"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.

the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.

"are you stoned?"

"huh? no."

"are you sick?"

"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."

you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.

the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.

"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.

you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making some spaghetti.

"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.

toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.

"need help?"

you shook your head. why were you so quiet?

toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.

let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...

he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.

is this what you read? you... liked this?

toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.

he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.

but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?

toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.

he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"

his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.

"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.

"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.

"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.

the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.

toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.

"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.

"i... the book... it's..." you panted.

"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."

"it's just research... for qu-"

toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.

"nuh uh. this one's all you."

he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.

"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.

"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.

toji smirked.

"alright then... where was i..."

you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.

toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.

"that's a good girl..."

you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.

"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"

toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.

"watch your mouth, princess."

"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.

he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.

"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...

y/n be like

I love edging u guys... hehehe

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 12

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

Heading into chapter 12!

It's been an absolute day at work, but I got to do a lovely walk with a friend afterwards AND Charlie decided to grace us with his presence (very briefly for head pats).

Tea today is peppermint! Dinner break midway through this little chapter was congee and I was very pleased with it- photo further down lol.

Let's get into it!

OMG I knew that the Dew Lake snake man would be back! I did not think they'd be here as a "handsome young man" though. I fear that Shen Qingqiu is absolutely fucked LOL. p265

oof. and now I feel like we are entering the territory for daddy issues. We have Luo Binghe's father's right hand man introduced pp266-267

Well. at least if he is likely going to suffer, the plot holes will be filled. thank you system for the points. p267

wait. Could Zhuzhi-lang be an ally? or will this guy brutally die later? (do not actually tell me this, I'm just planting my speculations). my thoughts are he could be an ally because SQQ DID save him and give him an unexpected boon by mushroom bod. but also, if Luo Binghe see's SQQ being close to another demon that man will surely murder the other demon. p268

WHY SO MANY SNAKES??? I hate that so much! p270

All I'm seeing from SQQ is kink shaming. This guy has got to stop yucking other's yums. First with the necrophilia now he's anti demons fucking snakes. it's the panicked "way too fucking hardcore" for me p271

SQQ: can you handle the snakes pls? Zhuzhi-Lang: nah they like you. p272

okay, but why is he asking for women? is it to do with the snakes? or is it because he is having a sexual crisis and needs to reassure himself?? p273

they're really going to this brothel? p274

LOL even the brothel ladies sing (very uncomfortable but I guess they enjoy it) love songs about Luo Binghe and SQQ's tragic love story p276

AHAHAHAHA SQQ's "summary" of their story on page 277 has me absolutely dying XD

Ah! that's why the women and the brothel -> the wine! p278

Cultivation wise I do really love that SQQ can just pick up any fan and start cultivating. that is honestly the coolest part of his cultivation. I love it so much. p279

LOL he really just made the snake pass out, rented a sword (idfk WHEN but he did) and dipped from the entire situation. p281

SQQ: this is a later problem, byyyyeeeeeeee.

I stated I would have congee pic earlier and here is me delivering on that. It's pork congee with eggs, tofu, pork, green onions and an ungodly amount of chili crisp.

I'm slowly turning this chapter-by-chapter read into a stay at home mom's recipe blog. I am not sorry.

That's a wrap for chapter 12!

Okay so thankfully nothing terribly tragic happened this chapter. It does feel like a big set up though so I am a little nervous about that.

AND. He still has all of this demon blood in him so he really is fucked. He may have escaped for the moment but I see all of the demons coming back for him.

We'll see what happens next chapter!

[captain039]

Part 5 Two sides of a coin

Viktor x reader x Jayce

Jayvik

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, swearing, abuse, angst, neglect, fat shaming, bullying, older Viktor, Older Jayce, plus size reader, reader has chronic pain, possessive Viktor, needy Jayce, sexual, smut, bondage kink, spanking, dark, modern AU, periods mention and talked about

I’ve never really written dark romance before but I like reading it xD

Previous part <-

You think you might pass out. Exhaustion is heavy in your body as you sag against Professor Talis’s body. Your eyes are dry, your nose sniffly and breathing a little harder to do. You want to move so you don’t keep squishing him but you can’t move any of your body, it won’t listen. You hear Professor Viktor on the phone but it’s all hushed tones so you don’t bother to focus and listen. You’ve never sat in a man’s lap before, not like this anyway, Professor Talis is like a solid block of warm, hard muscle and gentle touches. You want to sleep so badly, your eyelids are heavy and your body is exhausted from the breakdown you just had. You partly want to punch Professor Viktor but also you really needed that big cry and to be held for once. You tense a bit in surprise when a slender hand gently cards through your hair before you relax, Professor Viktor’s fingertips trailing over your neck making you shiver in response.

“You’re going home, no more classes” he says final and you tense.

“I can’t go home,” you say.

“Not back that sad excuse of a father you’re not, no you’re coming with me” Professor Viktor says and it takes you a moment to process.

“What?” You frown and lift your head weakly.

“You heard me,” Professor Viktor says.

“What Viktor means” Professor Talis begins giving Professor Viktor a pointed look.

“You’re not safe at home and neglected, we also doubt you have money or anywhere else to stay, so you can stay with us” he finishes and you stare at him like he’s got two heads.

“I can’t,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You barely know these men and they’re your professors for god's sake. Professor Viktor says your name sternly and you’re sick of it.

“Stop!” You snap at him and he flinches frowning.

“Stop treating and speaking to me like I’m a goddamn child!” You say and watch as his face falters. You get out of your professor's lap and go to your bag pulling it onto your shoulder. You go to go to the door but your name is called again. The clanking of the cane comes towards you before Professor Viktor stands in front of you.

“It did not intend for you to feel that way,” he says his voice wavering.

“I-“It’s rare to see him not composed or in charge, the unsure look in his honey eyes makes you falter. You watch as he swallows before he lifts a hand and cups your tear-stained cheek gently stroking it with his thumb. Time slows you think at the gentle touch as he comes closer and rests his cane in his arm before lifting both his hands to your face.

“It is hard for me to explain why I treated you like that, it wasn’t to belittle or make you feel like a child” he says as you stare at him with slightly wide eyes at his affection.

“Nor do I wish to scare you away, however” he glances behind you, you assume to Professor Talis before he nods a bit and takes a small breath. He leans in closer his eyes watching you intently it makes you get lost in them and not slap him at his lack of personal space and leaning in. You take a bit to register his lips on yours and tense up he pulls back eyes searching yours as your hand grips his wrist. You go to speak mouth opening and closing like a fish before you give up on words.

“It is becoming increasingly hard not to touch you or stay away,” he says his voice has dropped lower and another shiver goes through your spine. Your professor just kissed you… your professor just kissed you?!

He smiles a bit he must hear the gears turning in your head as your eyes widen in realisation.

“You kissed me” that’s all you could say?! You silently curse yourself as he chuckles softly.

“I did” he says eyes staring into yours again.

“Do you want me to do it again?” He asks his head tilting to the side and for some reason, you nod your head in confirmation. He smirks and presses his lips to yours again, your eyes close and you lean into him kissing back your hand and squeezing his wrist a bit. You lose yourself in the feel of his slightly chapped lips, one of his hands slides to your neck while the other goes to your waist, you feel like you should support him without his cane but don’t, your hands resting on his chest instead till you pull back panting softly as you remember Professor Talis is in the room. You feel your body grow hot and glance at him, he stands there smiling a bit before he meets your gaze and walks over to you. What surprises you even more is his lips meeting yours, his finger tilting your chin for a quick peck before he smirks and leans back. Both of your professors just kissed you…

“I don’t- I’m confused,” you say and Professor Talis chuckles.

“Thought it was clear” he grins down at you it’s different from his usual happy grin, this one is charming and hungry.

“I- well- no, yes, maybe?” You settle on as Professor Viktor guides your face to turn back to his.

“We want you,” he says simply.

“You want me?” You ask and he nods before you look to Professor Talis and he nods as well.

“You want me?” You repeat.

“I do hate repeating myself” Professor Viktor sighs.

“Want me how?” You frown.

“Jesus you are oblivious” Professor Viktor says and you glare.

“I’m not I need confirmation before my mind starts jumping to places is that so hard?” You say a little defensively.

“Alright sweetheart” Professor Talis chuckles.

“We want you as a partner, a lover,” he says.

“Is that better?” He adds.

“No, you mean a bed warmer?” You say bluntly and you watch Professor Viktor frown a scowl on his face.

“You think we’d use you as a one-night stand?” His eyes are heated.

“You tell me,” you say and you see his jaw tick.

“Let me make this very crystal clear little one because I will not repeat myself” his gaze is heavy his hand tightening on the side of your neck.

“We want you all the time for the rest of time, we don’t want you as a simple fuck or one night stand, I want you there all the time every day of the fucking week” his voice is low if he could growl he would be.

“I want to take care of you, make sure you have a damn king-sized bed, a closet full of clothes, the best laptop, all your school supplies, three-course meals, I want to make sure you’re not in pain, I want to take you out on dates, to doctors appointments, job interviews I want you to need me for everything” he’s a little breathless when he’s done his grip unyielding it makes you tense a bit but something inside you calls out to him, deep and hidden under layers of anxiety and self-doubt. You swallow feeling it rise, the need for someone, to be dependent on them for everything even basic things, where you don’t have to ask if it’s ok. Your hands shake a bit as you stare at the floor. You want to be taken care of, you want to be loved and dependent, and you want to love and provide in ways you can in return. You feel Professor Talis’s hand cup your cheek so you look at him, he has the same fierce look.

“We will protect and care for you, no matter what,” he says. You feel more tears well up biting the inside of your cheek before the bell rings and you nearly jolt out of your skin and come back to reality. You’re rushing past Professor Viktor and out of the class into the hallway where you breathe heavily before leaving the academy.

Jayce watches Viktor’s eyes go angry, she just ran away after everything.

“She needs time” Jayce tries to soothe but Viktor’s already riled up, he clenches his hand and makes an annoyed growl.

“She needs us!” He snaps as Jayce steps closer and goes to cup his cheeks only to have him slap him away. Jayce frowns a little hurt but respects his space.

“She’ll see it in time, we’ve laid down our cards, we can’t force her” Jayce tries to reason.

“We could” Viktor says and Jayce’s eyes narrow.

“No” his voice is warning Viktor will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

“Viktor no” Jayce repeats.

“Not with her, not this time” he adds firmly but also pleadingly. Viktor sighs the haze in his eyes gone as he nods and runs a hand through his hair.

“Alright” Viktor sighs again letting out his breath slowly before nodding again.

“I’m just frustrated” Jayce smiles gently glad Viktor is talking rather than tensing and reeling in his mind.

“I know, but she doesn’t know kindness at the moment, and this has been her life for a while” Jayce rests his hand on Viktor’s shoulder glad he doesn’t shove him off but instead leans into him.

“What about the father?” Viktor asks and Jayce’s eyes narrow in anger again, he can think of multiple things he wants to do with her father all not good or remotely legal, but nobody would catch him or miss the sad excuse of a man when he was done.

“Killing him would be easy” Viktor says and it stokes the fire within him to burn the fucker with.

“It would be” Jayce says voice a little dark.

“She wouldn’t have to know that we did, freak accident” Viktor is very good at stroking his ideas when he’s like this.

“Then… then she’d need us” Viktor whispers.

[that-hippie-user]

my mattress now permanently knows my secret. Hope it keeps it well because it’s a really nice mattress but it’s so clear I peed it

how did you tell them? you’re an impressive person

time for another LONGPOST so indulge me for a moment while i ramble

well, with my dad it was a long time coming. :( i had this fear of him passing one day never knowing, and id be left never finding out if he'd accept me for who i am.

one day, after... escaping a traumatic time in my life, me and him were splitting cost for a hotel room to beat the heat. summer was wicked hot, we lived in texas at the time, and he was living in a car with no AC, so it was a welcome reprieve.

i decided that would be the week i tell him, i even wrote down a little mock contract to myself and signed it to make it happen.

:( it was a dark time in my life. i had just escaped some terrible abuse, i just got approved for disability, i was living in a shitty apartment my mom owned, and trying to figure out what to do in life.

but i knew i wanted to heal, and i knew healing meant getting in touch with my ab/dl side. so, after working up the nerve to buy a teddy bear (who i keep to this day) i knew it was inevitable.

i pulled up a website explaining diaper fetish and paraphilic infantilism. i adjusted the text size on my phone so dad could read it easier.

i showed it to him, and his response was "why would you ever be ashamed of this?" saying that what makes me comfortable is my business.

.... XD but imma put a BIG asterix there * cuz some years later it would come up in discussion again in a VERY different way. i'll sum up.

Me: yeah, love my friends. its nice to have folks to talk about my kink with.

Dad: kink?

Me: yeah?

Dad: how do you mean kink?

Me: you know, the diaper thing?

Dad: i thought that was a fetish.

Me: it... is? those words are synonyms.

Dad: no, a fetish is like an obsession you got, like some people do with feet. a kink is like... something you like about your partner or something you do with them in bed. getting spanked is kinky, me admiring a womans back is kinky.

Me: yeah, okay, i get that, but how is that different from a fetish?

Dad: a fetish isnt sexual.

Me: ...yes, it is. thats what fetish means.

Dad: ...i'm confused, you find diapers sexy?

Me: i mean... yeah?

Dad: how does... why would that be sexy? how does someone use it for sex things?

Me: idk, off the top of my head... masturbate while wearing one?

Dad: wouldnt that get in the way though? thats so cumbersome.

Me: idk what to tell you, its a sensory thing, we like the feeling and the noise they make.

Dad: and you and your friends share this.

Me: yeah, we do.

Dad: ... i'm gonna be honest, if i knew thats what it was about, i might have said it was a little weird and not to bring that up around people. but, you do you.

Me: well, seemed to work out okay.

Dad: sure sure, just be careful. dangerous world for trans people, dont want you getting hurt.

Me: thanks, i'll be careful.

XD so, okay, that was a bit weird to talk about years after my tense as hell confession and insane relief at his unconditional love.

:P but hey, he knows it makes me happy and has no judgement for it.

XD hilariously, before my big move, he had to wear one of my spars (he doesnt normally wear, it was just a bad day for him physically and he wanted a precaution.), and after the fact he admitted-

"i didnt realize there were diapers this comfortable. i think i understand you a bit better. the part about feeling comfy in them anyway."

:3 so yeah, long road to this point but now i got no fear of shame from my dad.

XD as for my mom, much more mundane. she saw me coming out about it on an older tumblr of mine, we talked briefly about it in the car, she gets it.

.w. my mom kinda got her own thing goin on in the kink community, so THAT doesnt suprise me anymore. my family is strange.

XD gonna cease rambling now, my life story could fill a trilogy of books, and im only in my late 20s!

point is, my fam is mostly accepting.

[umnitsa]

Podium

Summary: Jack has a challenge.

A/N: I feel this is a bit cracky. I giggled writing one too many times, from sheer joy xD thanks @hopsgirl for the inspiration and encouragement. I hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Jack Salter x fem!Reader

CW: fingering (f receiving), somewhat of a size kink, squirting, praise kink. Shameless appropriation of lines and structures from the movie (and I don't even care) (howl in the comments if you see it)

Jack sat on the bed, sliding his hand up and down your naked thigh. You were completely naked and he was dressed, in a dark polo and black jeans. Everything with him was a challenge… At least felt like it. You didn’t mind. He smiled gently, petting you.

“You know I need to prepare you, don’t you?” He said, softly; you nodded as an answer. “We want to do this as safely as possible. I don’t want you to get hurt in any way.”

Jack raised the dildo, and for the first time in the evening, you felt intimidated. It was big, impressively thick. You swallowed, squirming. His hand on your thigh was soothing.

“I know, right? It seems way too big, and you aren’t sure it will fit. It takes courage, you need to keep calm, and you need to want it more than anything. This is not an easy task. And it’s absolutely no shame if you give up right now. Not a lot of people can actually take it… Take me. Do you want to stop? This is your chance.”

You shiver, the whole challenge making you even more wet. You would enjoy that one. You licked your lips, some primal need to be worthy of this man’s approval taking your senses.

“No, Jack.” You sighed, his hand on your thigh too enjoyable. “Please, don’t stop.”

Jack smirked, looking pleased with your answer. He moved, placing the dildo on the bed, a bottle of lube beside it. He opened your legs gently, sitting between them.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his thumb rubbing up and down your slit, soft moans falling from his lips as he feels your slick. “It seems you are.”

He slid his index finger, his thumb pressing over your clit. You whimpered, your thighs twitching. His fingers felt so good.

“Keep still.” His voice was soft, nasal, and carried this deep commanding quality. He added a second finger and soon you could feel the filthy sound of his thrusting. He groaned and pushed another finger into you.

You felt like you were going to burst just from his fingers, you could just imagine how his cock would feel. You whimpered, grabbing the sheets, his fingers quickly picking up speed, quickly hitting the sweet spot inside you until you wailed under his watchful gaze.

You realized that he was going to make sure you would relax to take it all by overstimulating you until you couldn’t think, you couldn’t move, you would be just pliant under his hands, under his body. It made something stir inside you, as you quickly approached orgasm, your thighs trembling. He shifted, and you felt a finger over your clit, rubbing circles over your clit.

“Hey.” His soft voice cut through your pleasure. You looked down. Jack was looking up at you, intensely, lips parted, panting, in expectation. “It’s time.”

It was the way he said it; as if it was an undeniable fact, as if he was driving your body and there was no other possible outcome.

Your orgasm took you by surprise and by force. It was like an explosion, burning hot through your body and between your legs.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed happily, admiring, as you squirted all over him. “Good girl!”

Jack slowed his fingers until he stopped, one of his hands petting your belly; the other, drenched, rested against your thigh. With a smirk, he slapped your pussy, enjoying the splash. You yelped.

“You were pretty damn good for me, baby.” He paused, smiling approvingly. He looked into your eyes, and with a nod, said softly:

“You got this. One more.”

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How would Kid react to having a premature ejaculation or other sex fails ? I see him as someone who identifies himself with being the No 1 Super Lover. Might be having a hard time with embarrassment 🤨

Nah, I see Kid and his crew really, as pretty sex positive. Shit happens - sometimes you can't cum, sometimes it happens too fast.

Sometimes exhaustion sinks in before release does, sometimes your emotions crumble and you have to stop because the drop from euphoria is such a rough feeling you just go straight into aftercare.

Sometimes, you have to shit at the Worst Possible Time™.

Sex is wild, messy, and unpredictable - and adding kink and other dynamics means that you're usually taking even longer. I've had some scenes last half a day. I'm sure others I've dealt with longer.

your body doesn't always cooperate, and there's nothing shameful about that. Frustrating, certainly, it can be really frustrating, but I think Kid and the crew are pretty chill about it. Shit happens, you make the best of it, and try again later. Or try again different.

sometimes meds or drink will screw with you - drugs can be a crap shoot too. Sometimes one thing will give you an euphoria you couldn't imagine, and then the same shit will give you no release later on.

Being flexible about it is the best. I'm sure if Kid can't satisfying with his impressive dick, he'll find other ways, and if all his best just isn't doing it for you, then thems the breaks. I'm sure he has other tricks - massages, buying dinner, turning things into a group venture, taking a break and being soft and gentle in the shower, letting you relax and unwind until he starts slowly working you back up.

Sometimes nerves can shoot you in the back and relaxing is difficult, but I feel like he's got ways around that.

There's more than one way to be an awesome lover xD <3