#me: babe please can i have a normal fetish?!

[blutig-hund]

sniper sniffs his armpit and get so hard that he almost falls over

[billwidoll]

Come back to me please

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You were at Topper's party, looking bewildered for your boyfriend Rafe, you asked everyone, but no one knew where he was. Except Topper.

"Hey Topper..." You say, approaching him, getting closer as the music was loud.

"hi yn! Enjoying the party?" Topper says drinking his drink. Topper was the king of parties and Rafe was the king of Outer banks Fact.

"Not really, I'm looking for Rafe, have you seen him?"

You ask loudly, you didn't drink or like parties much, you only went because of Rafe. You were the golden girl, you didn't drink, you didn't smoke, you were perfect and everyone was surprised when you and Rafe made it official, even Topper imagined that his friend would date a bitch, But Rafe chose you because it was love at first sight.

You had already been dating for 2 years, and Rafe was making plans for your future with him, you knew Rafe's fame, but you put that aside and clung to loving him.

"I think he's smelling dust with the kelce on top"

Topper speaks normally and you immediately get angry, as Rafe had promised he would stop it. You thank him and say goodbye to Topper.

You go up and see several rooms, and you ask everyone which room Rafe was in, until they pointed to a room that was in the last one. And you go there, ready to give a scolding In Rafe, you just didn't expect what was going to happen.

You approach the room and open the door, and you see Rafe Cameron, sucking Sophia, his best friend's breasts.

"Wow!" You speak with tears welling in your eyes and impulsively end up dropping your cell phone.

Rafe quickly sees you and stands up with a pale face.

"My love....and....I can explain...." Rafe speaks stuttering and getting closer to you and holding your arm.

"friend...we can explain" Sophia adds, and you become completely mobile, without any kind of reaction, and that terrified Rafe.

"Sophia get out of here now!" Rafe shouts, thinking Sophia would ruin his explanation.

"what about us Rafe?" Sophia asks how the victim was her. Rafe takes a quick look at her and she runs away.

"Love... don't cry... don't do this to me, it hurts too much" Rafe says holding your face and you're still a statue.

You stand up and move a little away from Rafe.

"I only have one thing to tell you: I loved you and I did my part, I thought we were going to get married and have two children like you wanted"

You throw it in his face, and his heart starts beating too fast. Rafe had just had a fight with his father, and it got on his nerves, so to distract himself he went to his father's party Topper, there he saw Sophia in a tight and short dress, seducing him, he unfortunately fell for her fetish.

"Whatever you say, I love you, I'm crazy about you, you're the woman I want to have kids with and marry, I want you to be a Cameron."

Rafe speaks crying and despairing, he was very afraid of losing the only person he truly loved.

"Bye Rafe... I hope you take care, okay?" You say, approaching the door, until Rafe jumps at you.

“Don’t give up on me, please don’t give up” Rafe cries pinning you against the door.

"no Rafe, that was the last straw" you reply, and Rafe insists once again.

"I belong to you and only you, love" Rafe speaks sobbing, and perhaps it could be more emotional manipulation that he was trying to do.

But it's true that Rafe was distressed by the fact that you might disappear from his life.

"Only you, my girl, only you, love, Only you, my girl, only you, babe"

Rafe repeats several times, placing his hands on your face and kissing you forcefully, clearly you pull away.

"Rafe! You've wronged me several times, okay? And I always forgive you, but this time you really hurt me"

You explain and unfortunately it doesn't enter Rafe's head.

"No! No! And not! You won't leave me now or ever!!!"

Rafe shouts at you and this scares you, putting you back, he approaches you to try to kiss you or hug you, but you kneel on Rafe's dick, and he falls to the floor. And you run from there. After that day, Rafe never saw you again.

Five years later

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Rafe was at the Country Club, with Topper and Kelce. Rafe didn't play golf anymore, he didn't work anymore, he didn't date anymore, and he was poorly looked after, Rafe only cared about drinking and sleeping.

"Hey man! Are you aware of the gossip?" Topper says drinking his water.

"what is it huh?" Rafe asks, drinking his whiskey as always.

"The wonderful yn, being back, married and with children"

When Topper says this, Rafe chokes on the whiskey he was drinking, he never saw you again. After the breakup, you went to Los Angeles and never responded to any of Rafe's messages.

"Married? And what do you mean with children?" Rafe asks trying to compose himself.

"and man! The girl is in luxury, her husband is a millionaire back in New York." Topper speaks, and Rafe is furious with those comments.

"so what? I'm a millionaire too" Rafe says trying to think he's better than his husband.

"Ah Rafe, let's be honest, you've run out of money and practically your father's, you haven't risen to your future friend"

Topper speaks wisely, and Rafe knew he was right and that's what you were talking about and he didn't listen and he regretted it

"you know what? I'm going to go to her" Rafe says, taking his wallet and leaving the money on the counter.

"Who she?" Topper says confused.

"the woman of my life" Rafe says looking directly into Topper's eyes.

"Man, she has two kids and a husband, do you think she's still stuck in the past?" Topper speaks leaving Rafe crestfallen, but that wouldn't stop him from going after you.

"just tell me where she is Topper!!!" Rafe yells, pulling on the ring on Topper's shirt.

"they told me she was at her old house, bro" Topper speaks in despair at his friend's desperation.

Rafe immediately gets on his bike and goes out to look for you.

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Rafe arrives at his old house, and you weren't Kook, you were Pogue, and you had a simple one.

Rafe parks his motorbike, and he sees you in the garden of the house, playing with your two young children and a dog. Rafe gets emotional at that scene, and starts to cry.

It didn't take long for you to see Rafe, and when you did, you didn't know it was Rafe, you thought he was an ordinary man, watching you and your children play.

You approach the man who was watching that scene and go to him and ask.

"Can I help you?" You ask, holding one child in your arms and another in your hand.

Rafe raises his head, and you can see better that it was the former great love of your life.

"Have I changed so much that my ex-girlfriend doesn't recognize me?"

Rafe made a light humorless joke, he was very sad but wanted to appear normal in front of you.

"oh my god! Rafe! Wow! And.... you look so... different"

You say really shocked, Rafe was really different.

"Do you want to come in? Do you want anything? We can talk, don't you think?" You ask him formally, and Rafe nods his head and nods accepting his invitation.

Rafe enters your house, and everything really was the same, everything was the same when you were dating.

"Don't fix the mess, please" you say, giving Rafe a slight smile, and you put your son in the crib and your other son on the floor to play with the cars.

"no... it's perfect. It really is beautiful" Rafe says, smiling at you too and you go to the kitchen to prepare some juice.

Rafe can't help but ask, the biggest question in his celebration.

"why did you come back....?" Rafe asks creating a tension in his words.

"I'm going to renovate this house and sell it as a beach house" you say, still smiling. Rafe couldn't believe you looked like that. Were you mad at him? I was sad? Or worse, was it over? There were many questions in Rafe's head.

"Really? You came to the Outer Banks just to sell this house?" Rafe says hoping you tell him you missed him.

"No, actually I saw it, show the beaches to my children, there in New York, we were just getting used to the cold and the city." You made it by gluing the tea to the cup for you and Rafe.

"Ah... I see... your children are cute...." Rafe says, getting confused in his answers, but he was sad and depressed.

"But what about you, Rafe Cameron? How are you? Are you still the biggest playboy in town?" You say smiling and giving him the glass of tea.

"Nah...my life is...crazy as hell" Rafe says once again scratching his head and looking down "but you're okay, right? You're already married and with kids, and from what I know the guy and one hell of a Millionaire, right?”

You noticed right away that Rafe wasn't feeling well at all, and that he was suffering from anxiety, you were angry with him, you were very young when you separated.

"Yes....I evolve in life Rafe" you say a little more intensely, without knowing the relationship as Rafe was.

"that's good! I'm very happy for you..." Rafe says with tears welling up in his eyes and you realize at some point

"Rafe? Hey! Look at me, are you crying?" You ask, putting down your tea, and moving closer to Rafe.

He lowers his head trying to hide it, but he was already sobbing.

"It was supposed to be us...it was supposed to be us, my love!" Rafe says, crying a lot and putting his hand on his face.

"Rafe...what we experienced was in the past..." You try to speak in a way that doesn't hurt him.

He shakes his head no and you sigh.

"Look....I'm sure if I didn't make mistakes with you in the past, maybe we would be a perfect family!!"

Rafe says, crying with anger, he was angry with himself for doing something horrible to you. You were speechless, you didn't know what to feel, you loved your new husband, but you loved Rafe... regardless of everything.

"I love you! My life turned into hell when you left it" Rafe says, grabbing your face and getting closer to his "I fell into drugs and drinks, I never felt attracted to you again no woman , I lost my inheritance, I'm running out of YN..."

"Rafe..." Just as you were about to start talking to Rafe, someone interrupted.

"Honey, I'm here!" Her husband speaks, opening the door and finding Rafe beside her.

"Oh dear!" You speak completely unprepared, you didn't realize that it was time for your husband to arrive. Rafe's face changes to hatred and contempt

Your husband drops his suit on the chair and approaches you, giving you a peck on the lips and then holding your waist. When Rafe saw that, all he could think about was pain and suffering.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, my dear?" Your husband encourages you to talk about Rafe and you swallow hard.

"this one is Rafe Cameron, my old.... friend" you say with a heavy heart. And that hurts Rafe a lot.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Rafe" her husband raises his hand to greet Rafe, only for Rafe to leave abruptly "What did I do wrong?" Your husband asks confused.

You run after Rafe, and it was starting to rain. You keep running Rafe, who was heading towards his bike.

"Rafe! Stop! Stop! Please listen to me!" You say, grabbing his arm and trying to turn him around to make him face you.

"Stop what?! Hu?! My life is shit because of you! And you're making it worse!!"

Rafe shouts in your face, as the rain starts to get heavier.

"You betrayed me, Rafe!!! It's not my fault that your life is horrible!!!" You respond by screaming and pushing his chest

Rafe laughs without humor

"oh and? You have the husband of your dreams, a house of your dreams, you have two children and a dog, your life is wonderful!!"

Rafe says, making you so angry that you end up slapping him in the face.

"I was supposed to do this five years ago!"

When you turn to go back to your house, Rafe ends up pulling you and kissing you intensely.

The kiss had passion, anger, sadness, longing, desire, it had emotions, and that kiss was a sudden goodbye between Rafe and you.

You stop kissing and look at each other, and your look says everything Rafe wanted to know. You were married to a wonderful man and a millionaire, you had two children and a dog, you already had a life Formed. Rafe, on the other hand, had drugs and drinks. And you couldn't let go of that, for Rafe, unfortunately.

Rafe immediately understands that and he nods, understanding what you meant.

"Goodbye Rafe Cameron..."

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[jacksdinonuggets]

Forgot To Lock The Door

Hey, I'm also doing sk8 the infinity agere stuff! I haven't watched it in a while though, so i may get some things wrong. please tell me if i do!

Tw: mentions agere getting mixed up in Fet*sh

The school day was extremely long. Reki just wanted to go home. He was so exhausted. Everything was so boring and he just felt depressed. He needed to mentally prepare if he was going to go to S tonight. So before Langa could even meet up with him, he was already riding his skateboard home. 

Right when he entered his house, his mom was in the kitchen baking cookies. She greeted him but he barely said anything back. Reki went straight to his room and threw his bag in the corner and shut the door.

You could say Reki wasn’t your “normal” teenage boy. Sure he was a skater and “cool” dude, but that all hid his weakest side. His little side. Reki was an age regressor. He acted young when he needed to cope.

Since the day tired him out so much, he was feeling very small. Going on all fours, he reached under his bed and pulled out a diaper and backpack. His bladder tended to weaken when he was regressed and he did not want to risk having any accidents. Plus the padding was super comfy! He dug through his bag and pulled out his stuffed bear and paci.

Reki hugged the stuffed bear and put the pacifier in his mouth. Next came putting on his diaper. He wasn’t the best at this. One side was always tighter than the other. But he tried his best.

Once he was finished, he took out his tech deck and began playing with it, doing cool tricks. It was very relaxing and helped him a lot. 

After he began to become bored of the tech deck, he got out his crayons and some paper. He drew a picture of him and Langa skating together. Then he drew some cartoon characters and small doodles.

Suddenly, he saw the doorknob begin to turn. He had forgotten to lock his doors. He tried to get up to hold it shut, but tripped on his own feet and fell.

“Reki? Are you okay?” Langa. Luckily, he stopped opening the door when he tripped.

“Uh yeah! I’m fine!” he answered back nervously after spitting out his pacifier. 

“I don’t believe you. You forgot to meet up with me after school, you never forget,” Langa said. He truly was worried.

“I’m fine, Langa! Go away!” Reki got up to go lock the door but Langa opened it, seeing Reki with his padded butt, teddy bear, and pacifier clipped to his hoodie. Langa gasped out of shock, not expecting to see his boyfriend like this.

“Babe, what’s going on? Why are you dressed like this?” He questioned. Reki stood like a deer in headlights before he broke down crying. He didn’t want anyone to know about this. Especially not his boyfriend! He’ll probably break up with him or think its some kind of fetish.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad or upset, I’m just a bit confused and worried,” Langa tried to comfort him.

He let Reki cry it out, figuring it would be best since Reki often didn’t cry. Once he was done, Langa rubbed his back.

“I- I age dream and regress. So i act like a baby or toddler to cope or I mentally revert back to a younger state of mind,” Reki answered when he felt like he could speak.

“Ohh, is that what this is? You can do that, baby, I don’t mind. Do you need to be taken care of? I don’t think babies can go without a parent or caregiver,” Langa said. He somewhat understood what was going on. He wasn’t going to judge his boyfriend, and instead would support him in any way.

“If you’re okay with that, I’d love to! I always wanted a caregiver!” Reki answered. Langa patted his head

“I can do that for you, honey,” Langa gave him a kiss on the forehead, making him giggle, “What were you drawing?”

Reki crawled over to his picture and showed him what he drew. He held it up proudly, showing it off.

“Wow, sweetie, this looks great!” 

Reki smiled brightly before putting his paci back in his mouth and started coloring another one.

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing, coloring and cuddling. Reki didn’t want to age back up but they were going to S tonight and knew Langa was waiting all week for it. So he crawled out of his new caregivers arms and started putting away his stuff.

“Whats the matter, baby boy?” Langa asked.

“We have S tonight, I need to get ready,” he answered.

“How about we skip it for tonight. We’ve been going there a lot, maybe we should take a break,” He suggested. He knew that Reki was having some problems with his mental health and anxiety and just wanted him to feel better.

Reki immediately dropped his stuff and crawled right back into Langa’s lap. It was nice to finally have a break.

[pinkiepartypopper]

babe please tell me you can at least tell the difference between a work of fiction that happens to have darker plotpoints and the pwp fanfiction someone made specifically about that dark plotpoint because it's their fetish. please tell me you know one of those things is worse than the other

please tell me you understand authorial intent changes the context of the work whether it's a fanfiction or a mainstream work

I do, how do you know who wrote it with what intent though?

How do dp you know who had what for authorial intent?

Most Authors start as Fanfiction Writers as well!

I, personally, only read fanficition about dark topics because they are interesting and portray dark themes.

Yet I get attack for being a "Pedophile" and or habe "weird Kinks" or "am into incest"

I am Asexual and prefer not to have Sex in any way with anything like that.

The difference is, that people get attacked because people assume these are their Kinks.

People assume their Intention. (Oh you write Fanfictions? That means everything you write is something you like in real life and your intention is to post your weird kinks online. No???)

People assume they are harmful, abusers or whatever because people can't be sure if that is the case or not.

Antis attack anyone that doesn't fits their view, be it evem other antis.

Fanficition is in the concept the same like big popular books. It just focuses on existing fiction.

And just because tou know the Name of the author and can read stuff about them online, doesn't makes the stranger from the internet any different.

It is the assumption the Profiction is entirely Bad that is the problem. As you said, people that have weird kinks and live them out.

Oh wait... Then the problem is the people and not the concept of Profiction?

So if you have a problem with these people, block them. But do not assume anyone else who is Profiction is the same.

It would be just the same how some people say "oh but this transwoman was a predator" doesn't makes anyone who is trans a predator. Just this woman.

And I am not "comparing Profiction to transpeople" I am comparing the way it is treated, stating an example.

Mainstream Work is just more superficial as Fanficition. Just the people who write it are different in resources and "rank". Likenthe Author is most likely more Popular and has more money then the average person. Fanfictions is not as popular irl and is Internet Culture.

But that doesn't make the Person any different from what best selling authors are. Just their possibilities, their resources are lower. And the fact thay any average Person can write. Every.

Because everyone is capable of telling fiction and reality apart like the mainstream.

Only the people out of the ordinary can't.

And you assume anyone who is Profiction can't do this. Just because they enjoy darker themes as well.

Being Proficition is normal. As I said, liking Horror Movies makes you profiction by definition! Just because we also exist in internet culture doesn't mean we are any different. Just people that like as example horror movies. That's already profiction.

Profiction by definition is just this.

It has nothing to do with Kinks or anything.

It's definition is being able to enjoy, like or find anything in Fiction interesting. That no matter how dark it might be, that it in the end of the day: It is just Fiction.

That it doesn't affect the average Reality.

What is the truth. People can ne affected ny reality, but the average is not.

And Antis assume we are all predators because they don't know if it affects our reality or not so they assume the worst. And so they be their worst.

A Person that wrote Fanficitions turned into a best selling Authors.

Where they a Predator before because they wrote age gap things as they still wrote Fanfictions? And now they aren't anymore because they are "popular" and became a Mainstream?

Please tell me you can tell me apart from a Predator if you see one, because what do I do to deserve being called that? Write shit on the Internet that just happens to be not Mainstream and so I must be a weird kink driven rapist?

You have no Idea who is behind the account, so do not assume the worst and attack people? Not saying you do that, since I have no idea who you are.

But just pointing it out, because that is the Problem. Assuming others are their worst because they are mot Mainstream.

If you are so concerned, find proof first before you send death threats. Actually, never send death threars.

And with proof I mean proof that the police would require, because only like this you can be 100% sure the person is and abuser and will reach prison, and is not just a guy that tries to express his creativity in dark themes.

And yes, I know alot of people do Kink Fanficition, write about their Kink's.

That is a whole different thing in its own.

We shouldn't Kink shame people. No matter how gross it is. They write their things for whatever reason.

But since this is the internet, the whole world connected in a digital space.

There isn't much that we can do about it. Curate your own experience, block Kinks mentioned in Fanfictions that you do not like! The best way to avoid it is to Block. And not engage, otherwise the Algorithm might give you more of this content.

And NO, Paraphilia's are NOT Kinks. I do not mean these. Those are a whole a different thing.

[m00nz-writes]

just a lil rant but...

i hate booktok. they have made their entire personality reading shit awful slop that glamourizes and sexualizes abuse, rape, and so much other fucking awful shit. every time i meet someone and they tell me that they like booktok, it's an immediate turn off.

like sure, you could be talking about the very FEW actually good booktok people who talk about actually good books, but most of the time it's "colleen hoover" this and "colleen hoover" that. i don't care about that woman, because she writes terrible stories (and i know i'm no wonderful author) that loves to make boring one-note characters and glamourizes the idea of rape and abuse. not to mention she has defended her fucking disgusting rapist son like???? no ma'am. he's a fucking monster.

i've also been seeing those booktok girlies ranting about how they just skip whole paragraphs??? like don't read a book then, you dingo. if you only wanna read poorly written (pot calling kettle black, i know) fetish content, then just read that. they get angry because the words take up the page, like yeah. that's a book. this is exactly why i never share my book recommendations because these people just love being so insane about actually well written books and claim it's "bad writing" then they go and love on zodiac academy????? like what the actual fuck, babes?? it's giving insanity.

i usually don't like being a bitch about this type of stuff, i'm just sick and tired of volatile air that booktok has had for... since fucking forever. it gives off the air of those girls who peaked in high school and used to bully others for reading, but now that it's cool it's all the talk about and do... but they only want smut. and that's perfectly fine! look, i may hate colleen hoover and the insane lore that fucking surrounds her, but i do understand that her books do have a market and that's why they're popular. but if you're not even WILLING to give a book that has interesting characters, good dialogue, excellent storytelling, etc. etc., then don't even bother. because i'm tired of seeing these women ranting about how it's all "terrible writing" and "too wordy" when it's literally just a fucking paragraph... like that's what a book is, baby. it's not anything crazy or special.

i'd prefer if people read because they actually wanted to read, not because they feel like they "have to" or because of the "aesthetic" of it. is it seriously so fucking hard to just enjoy books and not be absolutely unhinged because you dislike how the book is actually a book? and can we PLEASE stop normalizing fetishizing abuse and rape?

[faghubby]

FOUND OUT

My name is Luke 31 I been married for 3 years, to a wonderful woman Keri 29. We had a nice life. But I had never told her about my cross dressing fetish. Mostly panties but all sorts of lingerie. It started with my mom's when I was 11. Now I secretly wore my wife's when she was out. This is about when she found out and what happened after.

"Babe, I don't seem to have any umderwear" I told Keri one morning there whereby dozen pair in here yesterday.

"Yes you do I got you new ones" she handed me a big bag from her favorite lingerie store.

"What's this?" I asked

"Your new underwear, since you like wearing mine much" she told me.

"What?" My voice cracked

"Here these are my favorite" she reached in the bag and pulled out a pair of pink panties with ruffles all down the ass.

"Keri, I can't wear" I started

"OH yes you can and will" she said sternly. She showed me her phone of me dressed. In her nightie jerking off.

"What if someone see" I whined.

"Then they will know your a sissy bitch" she told me holding them so I could step in. She pulled them into place. I got an erection immediately.

"See they ride low so no one will see" she said her finger pulling back my waist band.

"You will need to shave after work though" she told me.

"Keri, we can talk about this" I said

"No, we could have years ago, now you will do as your told or maybe everyone will know." She retorted. I finished getting ready for work. I had never worn anything outside the house. And now I was on my way to work with the girliest panties ever. Keri sent me articles about Female Led Relationships to read.

"Make sure you read this carefully" she would add. Or messages like

"How is sissy bitch feeling in her new panties?" I responded to every message. At lunch I read alot of the articles she had sent and asked questions.

"You want me to do all the chores? How is that fair" I asked

"You will the woman's share" as she put it. "You will also be put on a strick allowance" she informed me. The panties drove me crazy all day. Often getting an erection just because I moved. I rushed home wanting jerk off so bad. When I got home Keri was already there I normally got home before her.

"Work clothes off" she told me as soon as I stepped inside.

"Then to the bathroom. I will show you how nice I want your body kept" she told me taking me by the hand. She explained every stepm as if I was 5. As she covered me in hair removel cream. From my chin down even my arms. It started to burn and she tossed me in the shower, my body hair which there was alot fell away in clumps. When I was done she checked everywhere with a razor.

"You will make sure you stay hair free" she told me. I was hard the whole time but she paid no attention to it.

"Keri, please" I begged.

"What?" She asked. I just looked at my hard cock.

"OH, I suspect it will be hard and alone alot" she told me. She led me to the bedroom where she had me put on a pink satin nightgown with matching panties.

"There don't you feel better" she said "no more sneaking around wearing my clothes" she sat me down and started to give me a pedicure. She explained every step. Then grabbed purple nail polish without a word and painted my toes.

"Keri" I whined

"Your not going to cum until you except your a sissy bitch. And sissy bitches paint their toes" she told me.

"Now I got these for you too, you will need to practice walking in them." She slipped a pair of open toed shoes with a two inch heal on my feet. She watched as I walked around the house. She didn't let me stop. Correcting my walk. Making me swing my hips.

My feet and calfs where burning when she finally let me sit down

"Do you have any questions?" She asked. I started to rattle them off. What did she expect? How long would this game continue? Allowance? Chores?

She answered everyone carefully. But most where till I say, or you don't have to worry about that.

"Now get on your knees and bring me to two orgasms with your tounge. She told me. I pulled her leggings and plain white panties off and started I to lick her.

"No, she smacked my head. Gentile. She gave me instructions and she came quick. But I was not allowed to stop. She laid back further

."lick my ass" she told me. And as I did she finally had her second

"Chores" she said plainly. I got up and went to load the dishwasher.

At 9 pm

"Bedtime" she informed me. I was moping the floor. I finished quick.

She led me through my new night time routine. How to clean my face. Brush my hair. And teeth. She taught me everything like I was a child. She even had me sit to pee. And wipe not shake.

I slept in my sexy nightie while she slept in a pair of my boxers and a oversized tee.

It was Saturday morning we usually slept in. But Keri woke me. As she ran her nails down my back and over my ass. She already had my panties pulled down and my butt exposed. She applied lube to my ass. Pushing a finger in.

"Keri please" I begged.

"I know this isn't the first time you had your ass stuffed" she told me. And showed me a pic of me with her vibrator buried in my ass.

"I can explain" I tried

"I know you could but we both already know" she told me and removed her finger and worked something much harder and bigger in. After a few minutes she managed to get it past then my ass pulled it in. She had a butt plug in my ass. She got up and dragged me to the shower. She had me use her soap, her shampoo. After I used her deodorant and had to cover my body in moisturizer.

" We need to control that" she told me.

"Well we could," I told her

"Lock it in chastity?" She laughed great idea. And pulled a velvet bag out.

"No, that's too far." I told her. She picked up her phone and showed me a pick of me licking her vibtrator I was on my knees dressed in her bra and panty.

"This one to all the guys I think" she smiled. "Go get a bowl of ice" she told me. I obeyed. And bought her the ice she had me hold it so my balls where in it. I shriveled up. She fussed with the device switching this or that having me hold the ice the whole time. Then she produced a small lock and handed it to me. I knew what she wanted and Iocked it on.

"Now let's see white I think" she said pointing me to the bag of panties I had not yet put away. I dug to the bottom and found a while bra and panty set. She helped me with the bra adjusting the straps and showing me how to clasp it. She also stockings. Shoeing me how to properly roll them on. She didn't stop there.

Next came one of her skirts and came just to knees but I knew it was longer on her. And a blouse it was green and sheer material you could easily see even the white bra underneath.

"You make such a pretty sissy bitch" Keri told me. Then sat me down. She applied cover up and blush. Again explaining every step.

"I want you to be able to do all this by yourself" she informed me. I freaked when she plucked my eyebrows.

"Please someone will notice" I begged

"Of course they will. But you want them too don't you?" She teased. Her robe fell open she was naked and she caught me staring at her breast.

"Jealous you don't have a nice set like mine?" She asked rubbing me through the shirt and bra. She lastly adjusted a wig to my head.

"There all done" she took a pic. "Stand up show me some sexy poses" she demanded. She told me how to stand and pose. Without and with the high heels on. As she took pics.

"Now go clean the house." She sent me a list of chores on my phone. It was the whole house. She spent most of the day in the office with the door closed. She texted me if she needed something. As I cleaned up I found things. A book on Female led marriages on my nightstand. The bathroom completely removed of anything masculine. My video game console was gone. So was a great deal of my clothes. Found instructions sheets very detailed in the laundry and kitchen about clothes or cooking. I cleaned all day and made dinner from a recipe Keri had sent me.

I had forgotten about the plug when Keri emerged from the office. She pushed against me from behind and pushed on the plug. I never stopped cleaning there was always something more. At around 9pm Keri again told me to get ready for bed. I went thru my night routine Keri helped with makeup removel.

"Leave on the stockings " she told me leading me to bed in my white lingerie.

"I am going to fuck you" she told me bluntly. She had me get on the bed. She pulled off her sweats and she wore a strapon pick cock.

"This is what you can expect as sex between us" she informed me. Pulling down my panties and removed the plug.

"I will teach you to suck cock properly as well. But not today." She worked the head in easy after wearing the plug all day. Soon she was fucking me with her 6 inch cock.

"It's OK if you cum, and it's OK if you dont" she said. "Look up sweety. My side of the bed. As I did I noticed a camera.

"Good boy" she told me. As she fucked My ass. She did so for awhile before she stopped and pulled out. My dick was leaking some thru the cage.

"Here" she showed me how to put pantiliner in my panties so I would leak into it and not ruin my panties. She kissed me

"Night baby" she said and left me in bed. I wasn't tired but knew she didn't want me to get up. I couldn't find the remote.

"Keri, where is the remote." I called she appeared in the doorway

"Spend your time reading" she told me. "Two chapters I think" she vanished as fast as she had appeared.

I read the book. It talked about relationship structure. And the male taking a domestic role. The female making the rules and controlling the money. I fell asleep.

When I woke Keri was in bed. She wore again my old boxers and a tee shirt. It was early I got up and threw on some sweats and went to check the scores of last night's game. Only to find parental controls on the TV. I had access to lifetime and some cooking network. It seemed. When I checked my phone I found similar restrictions but was able to get the scores.

I had disturbed Keri.

"You could spend your time reading" she said and went back to sleep. Not much else to do I read more. Diving into sex. There was talk of cuckolding as well as denial. It was specific just ideas and theory. It was hours before Keri got up. She had me make her breakfast.

"Why aren't you dressed?" She asked. Sending me the bedroom. She had me wear a pink thong and leggings. A chamisol and sneakers. As shs found even more chores for me to do.

"I shouldn't have to tell you" Keri explained.

This is how it will be from now on.....to be continued

[three--rings]

Okay if the LITA special episode is gonna make me shriek like this, I’m liveblogging it.

“Have you ever called P’Pai....daddy?”  Okay that literally made me scream.  Good thing Mr. Rings already left for work.  Yes I haven’t gone to bed and he’s at work....this is my life don’t judge me. 

The Payu/Rain sex scene with the conveniently placed cushion and the Actual Porno Soundtrack music in the background is SENDING Me.  I wish these two did more for me, other than both being objectively attractive cause on paper they really should but in practice...I cringe.  Also daddy kink just isn’t my thing.

Fucking Rain... “Tell me P’Pai’s size....”  He’s being a brat to his friend now.

P’Pai taking after Vegas and being enthusiastic about ass-eating? Perhaps? Love me a service top.

Yeah, um,,,,as a gamer, a sub, and a bottom, I’m...uh, INTO that scene on the conference room table.  HOLY FUCK giving me Vegaspete levels of hot there.   Fine.  Fine.  You won me over with your acting and emotional storyline and sealed the deal with that fucking explicit as fuck hot sex scene. 

(Still pretty much porno soundtrack backing though.  And this special episode has atrocious sound quality like wow the levels..I don’t normally point that stuff out but damn it’s flagrant when one line you can barely hear and the next is blowing out my laptop speaker.)

Sky and Rain: We’re going on a trip, just the two of us! 

Me: And WHICH of you is paying for this?  You can’t go without your sugar daddies.

ONE PIECE COSPLAY.  We’re doing ONE PIECE COSPLAY for some reason?  My god.  This show....it’s so fucking bizarre sometimes.

No, I’m sorry, my secondhand embarrassment will not allow me to watch Rain’s fucking pilot fetish costume fantasy.  Like babe fine you do you but I do not want to be involved. 

And once again the Prapaisky scene takes me OUT.  Sky as Pushy Dom punishing P’Pai?   Umm, yes please?  Fucking hot.  Yup, watching this 70 min special has definitely been worth it for their two steamy scenes. 

[iluvyou-xoxo]

high

suna x reader

wc: 2.2k

you were completely in over your head. sure, you had the occasional blunt at a high school party or kickback, but never have you been to something like this.

your senior project about the film industry was just proven wrong as the girls next to you snorted a line off the kitchen countertop. in your suburban neighborhood, the parties portrayed in television or cinema were only that: something that directors and script writers created as they continued to fetishize the high school experience. your paper talked about how odd it was that films focused on the loss of innocence during those four years of hell and how extremely inaccurate the portrayal was.

but here you stand at your first college party since attending university for only about a month now. it was exactly as pictured in every movie that you once would have called “stupid as fuck", and now you wish you had paid more attention. 

everyone seemed to of had experience in these types of gatherings while you stood next to the sink with a red solo cup filled with only water. your roommate had dragged you to this frat house because she had to meet with her dealer and would much rather do it in a public setting. her smart decision was only your downfall as she had begged you to come too, yet ditched you fifteen minutes ago to go find him even though she said she'd be back in five.

a tall lean figure walked past you but it wasn't his perfect physique that got your attention, it was the strong scent of weed that clung to the cotton of his hoodie. once you looked up to see the ethereal face of rintarō suna, you immediately recognized him as your roommates plug and decided to ask him if he has seen your roommate that seemed to have gone m.i.a. while looking for the person only a foot away from you.

“excuse me,” you called out much louder than how you would usually speak, but the base of the speakers drowned out your voice. although suna had heard you, he didn't look around just in case you were trying to capture someone else's attention. when you timidly tapped the back of his arm with your index finger it was unmistakable you weren’t asking for anyone else.

he slowly turned around and looked down at you with a bored expression and a red flask in his left hand, “yeah?”

“i'm y/n, and I was wondering if you have seen himari; she's my roommate,” you quickly asked as you removed your hand from his soft hoodie that hid the hard muscle underneath.

“oh uh yeah...” suna said, unsure of what else to say.

“well, she said that she was supposed to meet with you quickly but it's been over fifteen minutes now and she hasn't responded to my texts.”

quickly he understood what you were asking, “we met up like ten minutes ago but right now I think she's hooking up with my friend aran.”

instead of responding, you looked down and a small frown pulled the edge of your lips in realization that the person that asked you to come for protection had left you even though she knew this was your college first party— hell, your first real party.

before you had the chance to decide on either waiting for himari to finish or to take your chances walking alone to your dorm room, suna lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen. the two of you weaved through the bustling function until you reached the front yard that was littered with cups and bottles.

“aran said that he'd meet up with me as soon as they're done so we can just chill in my car ‘til then,” suna said slightly ahead of you with your hand still placed lightly in his as the two of you continued walking.

you were completely sober, yet his skin touching yours had your head spinning and all the danger signs that would have flashed in your head seemed of cut off when you were with him. although this was the first time you've ever conversed with suna, you had a slight crush on the middle blocker that you had seen in school games a few times.

the both of you approached a black car that flashed twice indicating that suna had opened the doors. to your dismay, he let go of your hand and walked to the driver's side as you made your way to the passengers. once inside he pulled out his phone to play some rap song that you had never heard of before and pulled up the middle console to reveal a mason jar with four pre-rolled blunts inside.

“you wanna smoke, doll?” the mysterious man asked.

“i don't have any money on me,” you responded quietly, shifting your gaze to the window next to you. a muffled chuckle interrupted your mile-a-minute thoughts and turned you to see suna show more expression than you had ever seen him hold before.

“baby, you don't need to pay if i offer it to you,” he explained with a light laugh at the end of his sentence. wow, his laugh is beautiful.

“oh, well okay then,” you reply timidly as you watch him take off the lid and reach over to pull a lighter out of the glove compartment.

he takes the first few hits, quickly putting your mind at ease in case it was laced or something, and then brings the joint to you. next, you take two pulls and pass it back, the cycle continuing until the car is filled with smoke and the blunt is near its end.

the silence between you two is comforting as there was no need for awkward conversation. it was just two people in a cloudy car, vibing to one of the many chill playlists that suna had. the weed had hit you full force and you suddenly started to chuckle while thinking about how happy you were that your annoying roommate ditched you, even though in any other circumstance you would be livid.

suna was just appreciating the calm that marijuana gave him until your laughter filled the car. his eyes that naturally hung low seemed to have deepened as he slowly looked over to you and poked your cheek with his pointer finger. “watcha’ laughin’ about?”

your smile didn't leave your face as you looked over to the most beautiful person you have ever laid your eyes upon. “oh nothing,” you said slyly as your smile seemed to only intensify.

“oh really?” he asked while slowly shifting towards you

“yep, really,” you said, but this time closed your eyes with a big smile still plastered to your face.

rather than saying anything else, suna only chuckled and placed a hand on your thigh while shifting in his seat so his head leaned back on the headrest. the small action made you're heart leap and eyes open again and you found suna with a calm look on his face with his eyes closed and head tilted slightly back.

his peaceful face made you realize that he has probably taken many people to his car for a smoke and called them endearing nicknames. rather than feeling dread, something you were sure to have experienced if you were sober, you came to terms that this would be your only chance to be close like this with him again. before you could even think twice about it, you reached over the middle console to grab his cheek and quickly brought his lips to yours.

either he had experienced this situation many times before or he had expected it, because he immediately kissed you back and not a single muscle tensed at the sudden move on your part. his lips slowly moved with yours and met your tongue with his own.

soon you got frustrated because even though you were making out he wasn't doing much else. you thought that by now he would understand that you wanted him to take you on the backseat, but he kept the pace slow and his hands stayed in safe places, one holding your mid-thigh and the other on the side of your neck.

you broke your lips from his and even though that pace had been slow, he somehow still managed to take your breath away. “suna, do you not want to touch me?” you asked with insecurity leaking into your tone unknowingly.

“baby, i don't fuck people unless they’re sober,” he said with a slight smile as he looked at you. although you completely understood where this was coming from, you couldn't help the frustrated whine that left your lips.

“then why did you offer to smoke if you knew we wouldn't do it afterward?” you looked down to his lap to he was definitely hard, but his face didn't give anything away.

“well i wasn't really looking to get in your pants just yet, but no need to worry babe, we can always pick up where we leave off,” next suna placed his hand on your cheek and began softly rubbing it.

three hard knocks on the driver's side window grabbed both of your attention. there stood a tall man with beautiful deep skin and you instantly recognized him as aran from the volleyball team.

suna rolled down the window and although most of the smoke had dissipated throughout your make-out session, the final bit remaining went out and drifted into the midnight sky.

“suna please tell me you're ready to go now. i can't keep stalling her forever,” aran said as he let out an exasperated sigh.

“where is she now?” suna asked with slight frustration.

“well, she was dancing with a few of her other friends so i decided to run out and see how you're doing out here. do you need more time?”

normally you would mind your business but now you seemed to let the thoughts you hold fall from your lips. “what are you guys talking about?”

“nothing baby, don't worry about it,” suna brushed you off quickly.

“c’mon suna, i can tell that this is going well since you’ve been in here for almost half an hour,” aran pressed. “i'm pretty sure you're going to have to tell her eventually anyway.”

“okay now i’m really confused” you replied.

suna stayed silent while glaring and aran, but aran only smiled at you while slightly shaking his head. “this boy has had me distracting your roommate while he tried to sneak in some alone time with you.”

the idea of suna, the most handsome boy in all of japan, creating a plan just to talk to you made you almost want to laugh at how farfetched it was. but shortly after glancing at suna to find him holding a slight blush on his cheeks and shooting his friend a glare, you understand that this was actually the truth.

there's an awkward silence between the three of you and aran was the first to break it. “well i'm gonna dip real quick, but i’m only stalling her for five more minutes so you better wrap this up.”

he quickly turns away and walks back into the party as suna rolls the window up again refusing to make eye contact with you.

“do you like me?” you cut quickly to the chase as your excitement can barely be contained.

suna has yet to meet your eyes but when he nods his head indicating yes you smile brightly at him and quickly place your hand upon his thigh to grab his attention. “you know, you should have just said ‘hi’ to me around campus or something; i like you too.”

when he looks up he holds a sheepish smile and is still dusted pink from embarrassment. “oh shut up and hand me your phone, we don't have much time and i need your number.”

wordlessly you hand your phone over once it's unlocked and on to your contact app.

“well your friend is waiting for you, aran should have already called an uber for you guys”

“well are you going to tell me how you knew id be coming tonight for this elaborate plan to seduce me?” you asked flirtatiously and in a teasing manner.

quickly, suna cupped your jaw and squeezed your cheeks together forming an adorable pout on your face, slowly making ‘tsk’ noises while swaying your head left to right.

“it's time for you to go now, sweetheart. i’m gonna text you later so we can plan a date and maybe ill let you know then.”

your eyes quickly light up at the word ‘date’ and you lightly nod with a smile forming on your face. as soon as he lets you go you lean forward to place a final kiss upon his lips and walk out of the car.

once you finally find himari, you get her into the awaiting uber, wave goodbye to aran, and tell the driver your address. the smile you hold doesn't seem to let up for the rest of the night and once you're tucked in bed at around three in the morning your smile only intensifies at the glow of your phone that holds two new text messages.

maybe: suna- hey, this is suna

maybe: suna- i have a game tomorrow and was wondering if you'd come..?

—————

date: march 18th, 2021

[sunnypogue]

hockey rafe gets jealous & fights (blurb)

alright babes - there were quite a few requests for coho!rafe to get into a fight during a game. 

fyi, it is v not allowed in college hockey, and results in a suspension. obviously rafe has already been in a couple fights this season, so getting in another one would be #bad. 

also, pls disregard the rude things asshole mark says about the south - we do not like him.

(warnings: cursing, fighting, etc.)

 you were the nicest girlfriend in the world. ever. in history.

you were sitting in a booth at your favorite mexican place, head resting in your palm as you sucked down your third margarita, straw never leaving your mouth.

meanwhile, your boyfriend, rafe was chatting away, oblivious to your boredom.

across from y’all were two visiting hockey players from ferris state - one was rafe’s good friend from bantam named wyatt, the other was wyatt’s teammate, mark.

it was a tradition for rafe & wyatt to grab dinner the night before their teams played, the hosting friend taking them to their favorite local hang. typically, this wasn’t a night you’d join in on, but rafe had been excited to introduce you to his childhood friend - you couldn’t say no.

you imagine it would have been fine if mark hadn’t tagged along.

mark was a lot from the jump. he was a transfer from a small minnesota college, and had never been south of the mason-dixon line. he had a loud personality and an even louder mouth, making small digs at anything related to the south - huntsville, the weather, the outfits, the men - you, being from the south, were over it. shockingly, your (normally) combative boyfriend hadn’t said anything about it, apparently too engrossed in his reunion with wyatt.

“hey babe,” you were jolted from your thoughts, as rafe nudged you with his shoulder. “wyatt and I are grabbing another drink - you want one?”

you looked down at your empty margarita glass, before looking back up towards him, nodding. “no salt this time, please.”

he smiled as he leaned down to kiss you, quick and chaste, before turning towards the crowded bar.

“what is that, your fourth one?” you heard mark scoff as soon as rafe was out of earshot.

you turned, crossing your arms as you faced the older boy. “is that a problem?”

he shrugged, sipping his beer. “just an observation.”

you rolled your eyes, leaning back into the booth. “you know, you don’t have to be here. you could go back to the hotel or wherever the hell you’re staying.”

he laughed, short and sharp. “and miss out on all this culture? I would hate to not get the full huntsville experience.”

you turned your head towards the bar, not wanting to engage with him. out of your peripherals, you watched him knock back the remainder of his beer (his fifth one, you bitterly noted) before he spoke,

“you know, I don’t think I’ve actually gotten the full huntsville experience.”

you angled your body towards him slightly, not responding, but intrigued in what he had to say next.

he leaned in, a smirk on his face, “I figure I might as well fuck a southern belle while I’m down here. seems like it’s all you people have to offer.”

you stared at him, mouth agape. “you’re a fucking pig, you know that?”

he laughed, sliding over to sit right across from you. “you’re a fuckin’ pig,” he repeated, mocking your drawl. “shit, honey, maybe you’ll do. you’ve kinda got that sloppy drunk southern thing going on - I can work with that.”

you were on your feet in a second, head reeling. “what the FUCK did you just say?”

he smirked, shrugging his shoulders, before you barreled on, yelling, “I can’t believe you’d fucking say that to a stranger, you little bastard! what the fuck do you think you’re doing, fucking hitting on me with my boyfriend literally 30 feet away,” your face was bright red, part embarrassed, part pissed, hands clutching your purse. “you’re a fucking pervert, fetishizing women like that!”

“what the hell is going on?”

you turned to see rafe and wyatt, both holding drinks, taking in the scene. mark was unfazed in his chair, an amused smile on his face. you were breathless, cheeks red, knuckles white.

“nothin’ man, thanks for the drink.” mark leaned forward to grab his beer from wyatt.

rafe moved towards you. “it doesn’t really look like nothing. my girlfriend usually doesn’t call strangers fucking perverts unless they deserve it.”

mark shrugged, “I don’t know man, she’s a little drunk - just started yelling. can’t understand much though, with that accent.”

you scoffed, anger flaring up again, “yeah right, you fucking insulted me and hit on me all the same breath. don’t turn this shit around on me.”

“whatever bitch, you’re drunk.” mark rolled his eyes, sipping on his beer.

rafe snapped, lunging forward -you and wyatt moved simultaneously, you grabbing at rafe’s arm, wyatt blocking him from getting any closer to mark.

“shut the fuck up, you little bitch.” rafe seethed, pointing his finger down at a smirking mark. “I’ll wipe that fucking smirk off your face - don’t fucking talk to her like that.”

you tugged on his arm, hard - he was trying to pry it free to swing over wyatt at mark. “babe, just forget it. let’s go.”

“no! this little fucking bitch thinks he can say shit like that, and then has the fucking balls to sit there and lie about it to my face? I’ll kill him!” rafe was still pushing against wyatt, who was fruitlessly trying to talk him down, while a small crowd started to form.

“rafe!” you snapped, leaning forward to grab his shoulder. “look at me!”

he glanced back, eyes wild. “let me go.”

“no. you can’t do this, not right now. you won’t be able to play tomorrow night - let’s just go.” you spoke, firm and even, feet planted as you tugged on his arm again.

rafe huffed, stepping back from wyatt with his hands up. “fuck you. I’ll see you on the ice, you fucking pussy.”

mark grinned, all teeth, as he stood up noisily from his chair. “bye y’all!” he hollered in a put-on accent, wiggling his fingers in a taunt.

you practically had to drag rafe out of there, lugging him to car.

“I’ll fucking go in there and kill him. I’ll do it.” rafe was seething, looking back towards the restaurant.

you grabbed his face, palms on both cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eye. “baby, you gotta breathe. he’s not fucking worth shit - not worth fighting, not worth being mad about, and certainly not worth getting scratched.”

rafe took a few ragged breaths, his hand clutching your wrist as he tried to calm down. you murmured words of encouragement, as he slowly started to relax.

when his breathing was even, you handed him his keys from your purse, squeezing his hand twice, before watching him slide into the drivers seat.

he was silent most of the ride home, hand tense on your upper thigh. you moved your hand to rest behind his neck, softly playing with the hair at his nape.

he broke the silence at a stop light, turning to look towards you as he mumbled, “you okay?”

you nodded. “yeah, he’s a grade-a prick, but nothing to write home about. just caught me off guard.”

rafe grunted, looking back at the road as the light turned green. “I could kill him for talking to you like that. who the fuck does that shit?”

you shrugged, fingers interlaced with his hair, grown out for the season. “he’s just trying to get in your head - classic instigator.”

“I’ll fucking kill him tomorrow. I will.” rafe growled under his breath, turning into his driveway.

“rafe,” you started, giving him a look as he parked the car. “you can NOT fight him - you’ll get ejected and be out for the next three games - coach is already mad about the last two fights.”

rafe rolled his eyes, tugging his hat down. “I don’t fucking care.”

you scrambled out of the car, chasing him to the door, grabbing the house key out of his hand before pushing him against the wall, your forearm solid against his chest. “look at me - you are NOT fighting some prick tomorrow because he drunkenly said some stupid shit. you’re not going to ruin your season and your relationship with your coach because of me. you got it?”

rafe’s look of shock quickly morphed into a grin, as he registered the fact that you had pinned him to the wall, growling like a feral kitten. “shit, baby, maybe I should have just let you fight him.”

you leaned off of him, preening a bit at the compliment as you unlocked the door with the key you jacked from him, “damn straight baby, I can handle myself.”

you yelped as he spanked you, hard.

the next day, you were perched in the stands with your friends, entire body tense as you watched the puck drop. rafe had promised he wouldn’t fight, but you had a feeling that promise wouldn’t keep if mark decided to mouth off about last night.

thankfully, they weren’t on the ice together, as rafe’s d-pair was rolled out against the top line (you couldn’t help but giggle at mark grinding it out on the fourth line). after two periods, you allowed yourself to relax a bit, sipping the lukewarm beer you had been clutching since the first intermission.

of course, that’s when rafe got stuck on a long shift, not able to change before his d-partner iced the puck, allowing the other team to change lines.

you audibly groaned as mark’s line hopped onto the ice, putting your beer down so you could cover your face.

through your fingers, you watched as mark barked something in rafe’s direction from outside of the face-off circle.

“oh fuck me.” you whispered, biting your lip.

“what’s up?” your friend asked, leaning down to check on you.

you couldn’t even respond, because as soon as the puck dropped, rafe was skating up the ice as if he was shot out of a cannon, boarding the ever living fuck out of mark.

“oh.” your friend mumbled, leaning back as y’all took in the chaos on the ice, watching as it devolved into an entire line brawl, refs getting knocked around in the action.

you waited for rafe after the game in your normal spot, down the hall from the dressing room, looking unimpressed as he emerged with wet hair and a shiner.

“you promised me you weren’t going to fight.” you pouted, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck.

he shrugged, pushing his hair back, “I promised you I wasn’t going to ruin my season - and I didn’t. refs called me for 2 minute interference, that’s it.” he grinned.

you frowned, “yeah, well don’t get any ideas. you got lucky - you would have been out for the next month otherwise.”

rafe rolled his eyes, kissing you quick, before wrapping his arm around your shoulder as y’all headed out, “yeah, well, even so, it would have been worth it. little prick deserved it.”

you laughed, bumping your hip into rafe’s as y’all exited the arena, “my hero.”

[creepypocky]

hellloooo may I request a matchup please? Both romantic and nsfw if that’s alright with you. Im bisexual, my pronouns are she/her, I’m an INTP virgo and I’m 5’8”. My style is constantly changing but I adore 70’s type fashion, I tend to wear a lot of jewelry like many rings, multiple necklaces, I adore collecting earrings and so on. I have five piercings and I absolutely want to get more!

My hobbies are definitely two totally different things: on one hand I love baking, I usually give the baked goods away because I actually don’t like sweets, and my other hobby is a little more on the weird side but I love finding people. I know that sounds a little spooky, but a lot of my family works in the government and my dream job is probably private investigator. I’m exceptionally good at finding people and things, and I love snooping around where I don’t belong. I’m super passionate about exploring abandoned buildings and while I’m average at photography I really enjoy taking pics of the places I explore.

My love language is definitely gifting people things and being able to just *exist* comfortably in the same space as others. I’m not very affectionate verbally or physically but I welcome people who are and I’m pretty used to it. I have a problem called I love arguing with people. It’s definitely a toxic trait but I love debating with others and I’m always expecting to come out on top. Of course playful banter is welcome too, a relationship wouldn’t really be healthy with constant arguing but I really appreciate people who can take teasing and dish it out just as well.

As for nsfw stuff: I definitely love being scared and just the kind of thrill that comes with being chased (I mean why else would I be here lol) I’m a switch leaning sub (tho if my partner was someone who’s submissive I could take control) and with my love for arguing definitely comes a more bratty side. I would love someone I can rile up and I love being bossed around. I don’t mind being roughed up a little bit, including manhandling and leaving marks.

Hello mortal~ :)

Hehe, I'll get to this <3 it took me a little bit to know who to match you with but I'm sure about this now. <3

|| I match you with: Jeff The Killer! ||

Hon, he thinks your jewelry is super cool and pretty and he will even buy you more jewelry without you even asking for it. Let this jackass spoil you. He loves to see your piercings and watch you get more, he thinks you just look so beautiful with them and will take you to get more if you ask him to. He won’t admit it but he mostly just adores the smile you have when getting them.

Pleaseeee, Jeff LOVES sweets. Bake all of the sweets you want for this man he will happily eat it all up, especially if it’s your baking. He just breathes in your essense as he practically drowns himself in the sweets you bake for him.

You like finding people? Babe, this guys job is literally to stalk and kill people. He is practically the KING of finding people aside from Hoodie and some of the other creeps. If you ever need help finding someone he’s got your back and will most definitely help you, otherwise he’ll just have fun watching you do it yourself.

Jeff is really a “fuck you” guy so he also snoops around where he doesn’t belong. Will do it even just to piss whoever told him not to off. But if you ever want to go investigate somewhere private and not allowed, he’ll definitely help you get in there and out without getting caught. Of all of the creeps, he’s basically the guy who can smuggle anyone in anywhere aside from in public because, well, his face isn’t exactly normal.

Jeff is also not the best at expressing his love or affection verbally, but he very much does love you. He’s just super aloof and/or awkward about love, but when you give him gifts he appreciates them a ton even if he doesn’t say it, he will cherish everything you give him. He also appreciates you being around him in general and is pretty good at taking signs, he understands you have feelings for him even if you don’t outright say it. He’s good at just pulling you against him though and holding you tight. He’s a lot better at physical affection than he is at verbal affection.

Broo, he loves arguing with people too and just debating. He can be the biggest asshole ever in an argument and will sometimes even just talk out of his ass and start making claims that make zero sense just for the sake of it, and will somehow win an argument with just that because of his way with words. Would probably have a harder time debating with you though.

He likes to tease you a lot and just be a dick in general, he wouldn’t ever go too far or hurt you seriously though. He loves you way too much to treat you like that. He will tell others that tease you to fuck off though because it’s like a, “Yeah no, only I’m allowed to fuck with her.”

NSFW:

Ooooo~

He will definitely chase you down, little lady. He has a bit of a fetish himself where he’ll just randomly make you his prey and will want to hunt you down, and when he catches you he can be ruthless.

He’s a bit of a dom but would sub for you if he was having a bad day or feeling depression/out of it. Otherwise, he’s definitely into topping you and putting you in your place. Likes that you’re a bit of a brat because he will most definitely force you into submission and will love it when you fight back, he’ll leave all kinds of marks on you and will hold you down and he rams his cock in you from behind.

He’ll manhandle you too, he’ll grab you by your neck and force you to stay still as he pounds into you. Will make you ride him, he’ll grip your hips and maybe even dig his nails in them as he forces you to bounce on his dick.

He will also call you names if he’s enough in the mood, if you’re being extra bratty will do all kinds of degrading names and will slap you around.~

He doesn’t know how he feels about aftercare, but once the deed is done he will light a cigarette and will lazily hold you against him. Maybe kiss your forehead and just whisper loving things to you if he’s tired enough and not paying attention to what he’s saying.

All in all, you’re precious to him. <3 Pls never leave or break his trust for you baby. <3

I hope you liked this, honey. :) Make sure to take good care of yourself and have an amazing day/night.

[oftenderweapons]

The Studio - Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)

Wordcount: 9.8k words

Genre: fluff, smut, mild angst

Rating: 18+

Hello my little raspberries! Here we go with Yoongi’s studio one shot. I’ll try and explain as briefly as I can for those new to this: Kitten is the nickname Yoongi has given to the reader (read more about the nicknames here), so basically this is a readerxYoongi.

To sum up the context of the fic quickly without reading all the rest (including some stuff which hasn’t been published yet [if you wanna read it vote for Illicit Affairs *wink wonk*]), Yoongi and Kitten have been dating for months but Yoongi kept postponing stuff with her (much to Kitten’s dismay — more like utter desperation) until their schedule in Japan was done. When they do reunite, they basically live joined at the hip — pun intended — but unfortunately, since tour is approaching, Yoongi has to take a week to focus on his job, promising Kitten the weekend. As Friday nights falls, Kitten decides to come claim her prize, and she comes carrying a lethal weapon.

Description and trigger warnings: Lots of swearing. As usual there is unprotected sex (these two got tested before going bare, please be like Yoongi: be smart, get tested). Female masturbation (with bullet vibrator), Kitten acts up since Yoongi acts oblivious and indifferent (surprise: He. Is. Not.), Trauma from past relationship (Kitten has had a pretty shitty ex who ignored her needs and made her very uncomfortable about having someone go down on her), Male masturbation, Oral sex both male and female receiving, Sensation play and slight foot fetishism, cum play and cum eating (it was necessary), lowkey spanking, multiple orgasms, hinted squirting.

Word count: 9.8k

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The receptionist led you through a daedalus of rooms and glass doors. After a few turns you spotted the sign of the Rkive, nothing but darkness coming from behind the glass door. He was probably already at home, maybe with his girl. From what Yoongi had told you, Namjoon had been working from home for the last few days, only coming in for rehearsals, leaving shortly before dinner. You had crossed her on the lift once as she carried a weekender, smiling at you, before you both headed for the same corridor, stopping at neighbouring doors, both ringing the doorbells and waiting.

"You must be Kitten, uh?" She said, using Yoongi's nickname. You asked yourself how she knew that.

"Vixen?" You replied, guessing that she was the woman that Namjoon told Yoongi about.

She laughed and nodded. "Yes, I guess you can call me that too. Pleased to meet you." She said, introducing herself with her full name. Just as you shook her hand, introducing yourself, Namjoon came to the door in a pair of loose grey sweats and a white t-shirt, greeting her with a "hey babe" before he spotted you, waving cutely at your form before Yoongi opened the door for you, with a way less appropriate "fuck, I'm starving, come here" which had the couple next door secretly giggling as your needy partner dragged you past his threshold and smashed the door closed.

That was just two weeks ago. You went from a week of daily sex — with multiple rounds — to a complete caresty. You were almost ready to hump a streetlight like a stripper pole, however you thought you'd much rather surprise your man and knock at his door like a discreetly civilised young woman.

Lost in your thoughts you didn't even realise you had reached his door.

"Here we are, shall I ring?" The receptionist asked.

"Yes, please." You said with a polite smile.

"I think I've already seen you."

You nodded. "My firm works for yours. I have come here before." You confirmed.

"Oh, that makes sense."

Yoongi opened the door, his mouth composing a surprised expression, and then his signature gummy smile, which you mirrored. "You're here."

You nodded, mirroring his expression.

"Thank you, Mr. Kang." He said, holding his hand out for you. You caught it immediately as he led you through the door.

"That's okay, boy." The older man, quite surely a member of security greeted both goodnight and headed back for his spot.

"He's my favourite. Sometimes when his shift ends we eat dinner together. He's amazing." He said with a soft smile. He brought your joined hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "How's the weather outside?"

"Not too cold, but the air is pretty damp, I just hope it rains. It's very foggy tonight." You said, taking off your coat.

He grabbed your face as both your hands were still caught in your sleeves, planting his lips on yours. "Lemme finish a couple things on this one then we're all set and we can head home."

"Are you the only one left?" You asked.

Yoongi nodded. "Normally it's me and Joon working late and heading back home together, but lately he's been going back home to Vixen. I've heard he's trying to get her to move in."

"Haven't they been dating for a couple months?" You questioned.

"So what. We've also been dating for a couple months but would you say no if I asked you to move in with me?"

You thought about it.

"Seriously?" He asked, scandalised at your hesitation as he headed back to his chair.

"I mean…!" You complained, trying to win him back. "It's just a couple months. I would take it easy, maybe first I’d start with staying for the weekend and then see if I can handle it during weekdays too, gradually. A bit at a time."

He acted as if he weren't listening.

"Yoongi!"

"Busy." He replied.

"You cannot not listen to what you don't like." You said, with a curious giggle.

"Call me when you're ready to say 'If you asked me to, I would move in tomorrow'". He typed, but it sounded more like a dramatic gesture than some actual typing. "Plus, I will unlisten to whatever you say that doesn't respect the I-love-you-I'm-a-sucker-for-you-Yoongi agenda."

You moved closer to his chair, standing behind him, bending down to his ear. "What if I put my lips, right here." You teased, "would you listen to me?"

He shivered and you snickered like a vicious predator.

"Uh?" You urged him.

"You won't distract me like this." He said.

"Not even if I said 'I love you, I'm a sucker for you, Yoongi'," you moaned in his ear, "not even then?"

He shifted in his seat, his lips parting. "No." He said, but his voice was extremely unsure, not even a glimpse of firmness in it.

"Don't lie to me." You murmured. Your hands spreading over his pectorals. He might not be as buff as some of the other guys, but he was secretly well built, especially on the chest area. You had personally tested that out.

He withheld a moan. "I'm not distracted."

"You're getting hard, Yoongi." You commented, noticing his bulge. You let your hands crawl lower, down his stomach, where his sweater met the waist of his slacks. "I missed you so much these past few days." You whined, trying to find the button of his trousers.

He slapped your hand. "Let me finish and we can head home. There you can tell me how much you missed me." He said, his voice almost sounding like a warning. "In detail."

"But I want you now."

"Stay put and wait."

You tutted and stood up. "Cockblocker." You snarled under your breath, sitting on the sofa.

"How can I cockblock you if you don't even have a cock?" He argued back.

You chuckled. "Shut up." You rummaged in your bag, smirking when you found your little personal pouch. "Plus, why would I need a cock when you can share yours with me?"

It was his turn to chuckle. "You, shut up." He said back at you. "If you were smart enough, you would keep quiet and be good, so I can finish my job and take you home."

The fact that you immediately thought of his place scared you a little. You absolutely understood Vixen and Namjoon's position at this point. With the guys' schedule, which includes working hours, trips, shootings, TV and radio appearances, then briefings and their own meetings and the oncoming tour, you started fearing how it would end up with you and Yoongi: your relationship had blossomed in fits and starts through Yoongi's determination and commitment, and your curiosity towards him. It had kept going because of the incredible attraction, the sense of balance and the sacred quiet and respect that you could reach in each others' company.

"Home where?" You asked, shutting up your mind.

He turned with his chair. "This should be enough to show you that Namjoon is right about having her move in. And that I would be right too if I wanted you to."

He wanted to. After he'd come back home from Japan, you had spent the rest of the week going back to his place after dark, having dinner, taking care of each other, sleeping together. The week after that you basically went back home only to grab a few things before going back to his. Then on Sunday he told you he had rehearsals at BigHit, and usually those go on till late, so he would be staying at the dorms, promising you he'd spend whatever free time he had with you and that he would see you in the weekend, when the rehearsals finish earlier and they have less disturbing timetables.

That's how you found yourself in his studio, on Friday night at 10pm.

"How long do you have left there?" You asked.

"Mh, maybe twenty minutes. I was just doing a little bit of fact checking and research for some references. Almost done."

"No listening?" You asked, testing for any catch in your plan.

"No, i don't think so, why?" He kept scrolling on his screen.

As you quietly took off your trousers, you chirped out a "nothing" shedding your jacket too in the process. You sat on his sofa in nothing but a formal shirt, an undershirt and your bra, your lacy panties doing little to protect your skin from the cold bite of the leather. You grabbed your disinfectant gel from your pouch and poured a dollop on your palm. After that you passed a wet wipe on your hands, carefully inspecting the underside of each nail. Once you were satisfied, you neared the bin by the door and got rid of the used wipe.

You sat back on the sofa and bit your lip, hesitating before moving to the next step. You still forced yourself to ignore your pouch, focusing on cupping your crotch and staring at the back of Yoongi's head. His place smelled amazing, something like patchouli and lavender and amber and pine. It was very male. Sometimes you could even catch a whiff of scotch.

You were wet.

It felt uncomfortable and somehow disappointing that he was there but he hadn't yet looked for you. Uncertainty made you desperate and eager for confirmation on his side. Maybe that's why you were here, acting like this.

The moment your finger slipped against your clit you huffed out a heavy breath, trying to keep quiet and making sure that Yoongi couldn't hear you quite right yet.

You did it again, trying to arouse yourself fully, until the wetness became unbearable. Not only it needed to feel wet, but to sound like it too. It took little, especially considering that you had accidentally deprived yourself because of a combination of work and stress and waiting for Yoongi. On the brink of sanity, you slipped your panties to the side, the sound of typing stopping for a second, which had you stopping your finger with the tip hovering at your entrance.

Yoongi started typing again, slow but completely absorbed in his work. You pushed your finger in, your mouth opening in a breathy sob, which Yoongi didn't hear — or that maybe he ignored.

Crooking your finger, you teased your g-spot, immediately flinching as you realised how it felt almost too good. The sofa creaked underneath you.

At his desk, Yoongi was going on with his work, completely oblivious of the misbehaving happening on his couch, however he almost started thinking of working from home.

Oh, so you'll be in the same house as Kitten, with a bed, a sofa and a bathtub, and you're gonna lock yourself in the studio and ignore her. Yeah, right. He thought.

Therefore, on with his work.

In the meantime you had surreptitiously taken off your panties, your legs still open just barely enough to fit your wrist. The process had been an exercise in control, since the leather seemed to have glued to your naked backside, which made it creak at every single inch of skin trying to part from the surface. Your hand was now free to roam on your pubis, cupping the skin and parting the labia, dragging two fingers along the slit, wetting them properly before inserting them. This time you did moan a short staccato sound, it lasted maybe half a second before you regained control of your vocal cords.

Yoongi's ears immediately picked that up, however he deemed the sound a sign of impatience or tiredness and dismissed it altogether.

Licking your lower lip, almost expecting him to turn around, you waited a couple more seconds before moving your fingers inside, crooking them. You bent forward at the precision with which you managed to find your sweet spot, the seated position simplifying the operation. Your mouth parted in a silent cry and your hips buckled, once more making the sofa crackle underneath you.

Yoongi started getting suspicious: he knew you had something going on, but he decided against asking. Ignorance is bliss.

He went on with his work.

You started getting seriously upset at his lack of recognition. With insufference and discontent coursing through your veins, you fished out a smaller pouch from your bag, quickly undoing the strings with your clean fingers. You extracted one of your favourite gifts to yourself, a small vibrator, a rather practical one you had taken from your bedside before you came to see him. You were almost sorry it was a pretty quiet one. You switched it on, enjoying the light buzzing it emitted. It was like listening to a mosquito fly around your ears. You seriously doubted Yoongi could hear it.

You placed it on your mound, without even letting it close to your folds or your clit. You teased the outline of your intimate parts, gently drawing the lines of your labia. You were very careful when you reached your clit, still a whimper escaped your lips.

Yoongi placed it immediately. He could recognise that sound instinctively. Usually it was connected to his tongue curling around your clit when he started eating you out. It was the first-lick whimper. The other circumstance was when he slid inside you particularly good, with that smooth, all-in-in-one-go kind of thrust. You were probably touching yourself.

He didn't know what to do with that information. He wanted to turn around and look at you, of course, but he thought that if he ignored you, you would probably get louder, needier and messier, and he was all in for that.

In the meantime you had started drawing circles on your clit, your breathing erratic and your spare hand going up to cup your breast. Your eyes were still glued to the dark mass of hair emerging from the chair right before you. "Yoongi." You called.

"Almost done, baby." He replied. He wanted to smash his head against the table. No man in his right state of mind would do this. He wasn't a genius. He was a masochistic fool and the worst part of it all was how disgustingly lucid he was in his reasoning. How he was trying to get you so desperate that you would scream and beg for his attention.

You were fuming: you turned the power of the toy to the loudest setting you had, the buzz now propagating in the room, your cunt so slick it was almost too loud for your taste.

"Yoongi, please." You cried out, your juices dripping on his sofa. And then you snapped, your whole body bending forward as you moaned "so good, Yoongi", your body too weak to remove the vibrator from your overstimulated nerve endings, your orgasm too sudden and overwhelming.

Still, no sign from Yoongi. The back of his chair was the first thing you noticed as soon as you recovered from your small black-out.

You switched off the toy, laying it on your thigh as you laid back against the back of the couch. "Yoongi." You called again, upset by his indifference.

"Mh." He acknowledged. That was suspicious. Quietly you parted from the sofa, kneeling down and starting to crawl towards him, not entirely trusting your legs to not give out beneath you; however your crawling had a limping pattern, your soaked hand close to your chest, clutching the toy in your palm.

You were perfectly quiet as you closed up on him, hiding behind the back of his chair as you listened. He was making a noise similar to a low purr, groaning under his breath. Your eyes closed as you listened to him carefully. You knew that purring moan, the rushed pattern of breaths. You moved to the side of his chair, peeking at his lap.

He was touching himself, his other hand combing his hair back and moving down the side of his neck, lingering on his chest. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, his hips jerking up just a fraction of an inch with the tiniest thrusts. His hand looked glossy with spit and precum as he dragged it roughly from base to tip, where he gave two rolls of his wrist before heading down again.

It was his technique, milking upwards, double roll the palm around the tip and back downwards. It was the way he used to do it before you came around. Since then he had slowly grown accustomed to finishing by thrusting up into his fist, usually laying on his belly before cumming on your navel or kneeling, straddling your waist and spilling on your chest. He loved pressing his face between your boobs when he touched himself hovering over you, but he also enjoyed the view when kneeling over you.

Thinking of you like that had his lips parting in a slow, heavy breath that got you even wetter.

"Yoongi." You whispered delicately.

He didn't even get scared, he just opened his eyes and smirked. "You done with your little scene on my sofa?"

Cocking an eyebrow you sat on the balls of your feet, observing him. "Maybe I should go back home, where I can comfortably make myself cum on my plush bed without judgy, undeserving people around." You said with a petty tone.

He looked taken aback by your comment. "I had told you to stay put, still and quiet."

"Buy yourself a doll and she can do that for you. I've been staying put, still and quiet all week. I can assure you it's pretty boring." You reprimanded him, a bit upset.

"Are you horny?" He asked, slowing down his motion.

"I was." You clicked your tongue, catching his hand mid-stroke. "You lost your chance."

He chuckled mischievously. "You've had just one. You need minimum another." He ripped his hand from your grasp and started moving again.

"You were busy. How come you're jerking off instead of doing your fact check?" You asked, snarling a little.

"I finished my fact check but I didn't want to interrupt you. I reckoned I could use your little solo for selfish purposes." He said, groaning a bit as his slowed down movement reached a sensitive spot.

You wanted your mouth on him. You were ready to make him pay for it.

He stopped touching himself and moved his hand to your mouth to draw the line of your lips. You immediately opened up, slipping your tongue out to lick at his finger.

"Kitten." He breathed out.

You ignored his plea and sucked at his finger. His strong, slender, beautiful finger. He was enraptured by your expression: eyes closed, lips puckered around his knuckle. You looked peaceful. And beautiful. And well, erotic.

"Kitten, love." He murmured, turning his chair slightly, enough so that you could be more comfortable in your position.

You were finally facing his lap, his cock laying in front of you, covered in slick, so thick and delicious. He wasn't that long, but it balanced his body beautifully, the thickness and modest length making it the best dick you had ever taken in your mouth, which obviously made you twice as willing to suck him. All the time — not like frequency mattered.

With a bit of resistance on your behalf, he pushed his finger out of your mouth. "Are you that in love with my hands, Kitten?"

You pouted. "Tell me one good reason to take it away from me."

"I thought you'd like my cock better." He said, honest.

You frowned. "As if you deserved to get some after making me cum all alone, while you took advantage of my loudness."

“Are you angry at me, Kitten?” He asked. He knew it was a bastard move when he started it, but he hadn't thought it would affect you this much.

“A bit.” You admitted.

It was sort of hilarious to have this conversation while you were naked from your waist down, a bullet vibrator in hand and his erection laying out of his pants.

“Why are you angry at me?” He asked, being absolutely neutral about his state of undress. Unfortunately you weren’t an ounce as neutral as him.

You dragged the back of your hand up his calf, your knuckles grazing the soft stubble of his legs.

“I have been unfair to you, haven’t I?” He asked, caressing your head with his clean hand, tipping your chin upward. “I’m sorry, Kitten.” He said, holding your gaze. “I’ve missed you too, love.” He traced your lips. “I’ve missed making love to you.”

“I’ve missed you so much.” Your hand reached his crotch, scratching his thighs through the fabric of his trousers. “I’ve been wanting you all week, but i didn’t want to bother you. I kept reminding myself that you were busy, that I just needed to last a few days until it was the weekend and you could be all mine.” You bent down and kissed his knee. “But it took a toll on me, not hearing from you. Not having you near.” You pressed your face to his lower inner thigh. “You didn’t even say you love me.” You mumbled under your breath, feeling a knot in your throat.

“Oh, ____, love.” He bent down, trying to drag your face away from his knee, keeping you from hiding yourself. “I love you, ____. I love you, Kitten.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t tell remind you.” He cupped your jaw and pressed your mouth to his. “I love you, Kitten. I’ll tell you as many times as you need it, baby.”

“I love you too, Yoongi.” You murmured against his lips. “I’m sorry for being like this.” You said. It was a flashback to all the times you had to beg your ex to declare his feelings to you, to all the times you had had to ask him to love you.

“Nothing to be sorry about, Kitten. Absolutely nothing, my love.” He whispered close to you face. “I’m not your ex, baby. I’m here for you.” He kept stroking your cheek. “If we keep going here we’re gonna make a mess, Kitten.”

“Is there any reason why we shouldn’t?” You asked, quiet and mischievous.

“I usually meet the guys here to record demos.” He objected.

You frowned. "It's not like I'm going to cause irreversible damage."

He pouted and nodded. Fair enough. “So…"

"Yoongi, please, I need to feel you in my mouth." You whined, biting your lower lip.

He chuckled, sitting upright. "You sure, Kitten?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, now stand up and take off your trousers please." You said, tugging at the fabric.

He snickered and pushed his chair back enough to stand in front of you and roll down his slacks. He sat closer to the edge of the chair and you tugged at the hem, finally removing his trousers completely. Now you were free to make him open wide and kneel between his legs.

You suckled the skin of his inner thigh, your hands skimming his calves. At the moment, your toy was laying between your thighs, switched off as you waited for the best moment to bring it into the picture. "Do you want me?" You asked, looking at him from under your eyelashes, batting them slowly, your lips curled up in a cute pout.

"Of course I do, Kitten. I'm so hard for you baby." He moaned, stroking himself. He lowered the tip so that it was closer to your lips.

"Can I?" You murmured, almost desperate.

"Yes, Kitten. It's yours, love, you know it." He said gently, longing for you so ardently and so composedly.

You licked his slit with delicate manners. You looked like the elegant cat you had reminded him from day one. And then your lips wrapped up around him, sucking his bulbous head into your mouth, your cheeks wrapping so tight around him with the pressure of your sucking.

"Fuuuuck, Kitten, that's amazing, love. ____, you're gonna make me cum."

Grinning like the devil, you took the chance to swallow him almost entirely, leaving only an inch out, and making him roar with pleasure. "Yes, yes. That's one hell of a mouth, Kitten. That's so fucking perfect, ____. I fucking love you so fucking much, babe." You loved when he started to swear during sex, it turned you on in a manner you couldn't quite understand.

When you felt him start to pulsate in your mouth you pressed two fingers at the base and pulled him out.

"You good, Kitten?" He asked, panting, trying not to cry at the vulnerable situation you'd left him in. He was on the very edge, one more second and he could have cum. But he didn't press you, you just came up for air.

Little did he know it was absolutely intentional. And you intended to do it again. You played a poker face. "Yes, I'm good, why?"

"Just checking on you." He explained, stroking himself at the base.

This couldn't do. You caught his wrist gently, blocking it. "Lemme take care of it all, babe." You licked his tip seducingly. "You know I won't leave you hanging."

He smiled and threw his head back. "I am at your mercy, ____."

He had all the power in the world when he spoke your name. You eagerly returned to your ministration, this time blocking his palm on his tight, underneath yours, while his other hand kept toying with his neck and chest. Not that you noticed: you were too eager bobbing your head on his length, focusing on the lewd moans he emitted, on the swear words he growled against the headrest of his chair, where he was currently pressing the side of his face.

"Kitten." He whined, almost endearing in the delicate inflection of his voice.

He was going to cum. You pulled him out as fast as you could, quickly heading to his underside to lay the softest kisses of affection.

"Kitten." He growled, but this time it was no joke. He was getting worked up. A bit angry.

"What?"

"Stop teasing."

"Me! Teasing! How could I? My priority is my boyfriend, Yoongi, and his well-being”. You grinned, delivering a long lick from the base to his tip. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“Kitten, I swear, if you’re edging me I’m going to make you pay for it.” He growled, fighting your grip on his hand.

You gripped his wrist harder. “This can go two ways, Yoongi. You let me do my thing on my terms, or I’m going to leave right in this second and go back home by myself tonight. Pick.” You used a tone so calm it sounded like the most sensual of threats.

He twisted his wrist gently, looking into your eyes, and lacing his fingers with yours, moving your joined hands to the armrest. With the other hand he gripped the edge of the chair behind his head. “Do your thing, Kitty cat.”

Smiling lasciviously, you placed open mouthed kisses to his inner thigh, moving from the left to the right side. You lifted your hand, previously on his lap, letting the edge of your nail draw a thin line from his hip to his knee to his ankle, where it met his sock. You were almost tempted to take it off and tease him there. Why not? You had the wipes to clean it afterward… Fuck it.

You caressed his ankle, teasing it with your nails.

“Kitten, that feels very good, love.” He moaned, squeezing your hand in his. “Want me to let go of your hand?” He asked.

“Maybe later.” You whispered, leaving sucking kisses at the base of his shaft. You blindly took off his sock. “Are you cold, baby?” You murmured softly.

“No, I’m shivering because it’s so good, love.” He praised you. “You are amazing, Kitten. Thank you so much for this, babe.”

You parted from his skin. “No need to thank me, Yoongles.” You licked his length. “I do it because I like it. Because it’s so good.” With your spare hand you tickled the underside of his foot, which had him tensing the muscles there, his whole leg jumping, trying to escape your sweet torture. “Too much?”

“Just… unexpected. Sensitive.” He hissed.

You removed your teasing fingernails.

“It’s– No, I liked it.” He clarified, his pretty face scrunched in a confused expression.

You smiled darkly. “I was thinking of this…” You placed your toy under his foot, switching it on on the lowest setting.

“Kitten. Fuck. Shit.” He growled. “What the hell!” He pressed his head against the back of the seat.

“Too much?” You asked, distancing it from his skin.

"No, good. God, Kitten. Just, please, your mouth." He begged.

You kissed his tip and swallowed him.

His back arched and his lips parted in a gasp. "Yes, love. Oh god."

The slight buzzing moved up towards his calf as you absentmindedly followed the outline of his leg. You were completely absorbed in pleasuring him with your mouth, squeezing him with your lips and tongue and stroking him with the tender skin of your cheeks.

"Please." He moaned, struggling under your assault. "Love you." He whined. "Let me." He was so hopeless, his broken thoughts exiting his mouth unfiltered.

You pulled him out, taking a deep breath, opening your eyes to look at him. "You look so pretty, Yoongi. You look so fucking high, babe.”

“Please,” he breathed, trying to grind up into your mouth.

“Come on, wait for me, Yoongi. I’m not done with you yet, baby.” You cooed, bringing the vibrator up to the inside of his knee, which made his leg start bouncing. Ever so gently, you brought the head of the bullet even closer to his inner thigh, making him swear under his breath. “I feel so good making you look like this,” you groaned, kissing his navel. “I know right now your head is so empty you’re only thinking about me. No drama going on inside your pretty head when I’m giving you head this good. ”

“Kitten, for the love of God.”

Just when you had reached his crotch with your toy-accidentally-turned-instrument-of-torture, you started again on the other side, from his knee. His hand was gripping yours viciously, his strong fingers constricting your knuckles with so much pressure you worried about him getting cramps right when you wanted him to feel only pleasure coursing through his body.

“I am begging you, Kitten. I ain’t too proud, please.” He howled, as you saw a glistening pearl of precum blossom on his slit. You immediately caught it with your tongue, using the occasion to suck his tip.

“Such a good boy. Lemme take care of you.” Your head lowered on him once more, this time not sparing an inch of him. Just as he quieted down from the deep moan he had just released, you moved the vibrator to the tender skin of his testicles, placing it there without pressure, which made the stimulation even more intense.

He growled your name. It was the most virile thing you had ever heard. You were ready to commit murder to hear him say it like that everyday for the rest of your life. The hand once tightly gripping the back of his chair was now hanging midair, as if ready to touch you. He caressed his sweaty fringe, combing his hair back and deciding on gripping the armrest instead of the back. You slipped him out once more and removed the vibrator.

He opened his eyes with the most pitiful expression he had ever made. “Kitten.”

“I know, baby, I just need to know if you want to cum in my mouth or if you have anything else in mind.” You said, tracing small circles with your thumb on the back of his hand.

He noticed that you were still wearing your nice shirt from work. ���Chest.” He murmured.

You grinned. You had never allowed any man to do that to you. You hated the idea of it, but when you did it with Yoongi for the first time you just saw him lose his mind at it, stare at you in admiration, like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and you just decided that the look on his face was a great prize for a relatively small sacrifice. Little did you know you would come to like it, the warm, sudden feeling of his semen sprinkling your naked skin, rolling down gently in the most erotic sort of massage you could ever dream of. Quickly, you let go of Yoongi’s hand, offering him the vibrator. “Hold it for me, baby?”

He simply nodded with a confused pout, his brain so fucked out that you giggled at how cute he looked. You undid a few buttons of your shirt to your stomach, then you stood up and took off your undershirt, slipping the thin straps off your arms through the hem of each sleeve and dragging the lower hem down from your waist, until you stepped out of it like a skirt. Yoongi looked a bit more lucid as you undid the clasps of your bra and removed the straps just like those of your undershirt, gripping the front of the bra and pulling it off from the opening of your shirt. Covered only in your white work shirt, you regained your vibrator from Yoongi’s obedient hand and joined your hand with his once more.

“Open it nice, I don’t wanna mess up the shirt.” He said, ever the caring, attentive one.

You slipped the shoulders off, the fabric slipping under your breasts and supporting them like some sort of a corset.

“Like this?” You asked.

He nodded. “Will you let me this time, please?” He said, his voice so fragile and broken that if you hadn’t already decided, he would have convinced you to offer him relief.

You let your actions speak. You started working the first few inches of his shaft, gently toying with the vibrator at the base, where his cock met his balls. His moaning soon became desperate, so incoherent that you doubted having one of the most talented rappers and songwriters in front of you. He looked like he didn’t know a word, like the best he could do were baby gurgles.

When you felt him begin to pulsate, you let him take the lead a little, choosing how deep he needed to go and how long he could keep going. You started teasing the underside of his cock with the side of the vibrator, running up and down the thick tendon there. “Kitten, I’m close.” He warned with a timbre so husky it almost scared you

You started going a bit faster with the up and down pattern of the toy. Your eyes were fixed on him when he started slowly moving his hips toward the edge of the chair with weak thrusts. He started opening and closing his mouth, gaping. His short groans became more frequent, getting higher and higher, his knuckles going white with how hard he was gripping his armrest.

“Now.” He said, letting go of the armrest, using his hand to pull out of your mouth while you scooted closer, offering him the skin of you bosom. Your inner walls began pulsating as he pushed his tip against the skin of your nipple, rubbing it while at the same time he gently pushed your hand and the toy aside to stroke the base. He kept licking his lips, delivering those small thrusts into his fist just as you moved the tip of the vibrator to the head of his cock, teasing the frenulum. He groaned and began moving faster, his grunts getting quicker until he finally screamed your name.

The first shot was usually the messiest, the pressure so high it often reached your neck and chin, but this time it stayed on your breast, probably because Yoongi was pressing up into you and the toy. You moaned yourself when the vibrator touched your nipple, Yoongi laughing gently and calling your name when he realised you were paying for this too, that you too were vulnerable, and that probably you were turned on enough to let him eat you out and possibly cum inside you before you both headed to his place for a hot meal and a shower. Not necessarily in that order.

He spilled twice more on your breastbone and your other breast before he calmed down, reaching for the toy and switching it off. “Kitten. I swear to God, I’m gonna die because of you.” He panted, heavily gasping for air.

Still no trace of the mighty rapper, just one very normal, very lovely young man.

With a fingertip you collected a drop that was dangerously rolling down towards your shirt. “A good way to go.”

“It would be sort of embarrassing to explain.” He blushed, looking at you sucking at his cum on your fingertip. “Come here.” He murmured, patting his thighs. “Can you straddle me?” He asked.

“Why don’t we move to the sofa?” You asked.

He nodded, using your still joined hands to help you up on your feet. As you both stood up, you found yourself face to face, however his eyes moved downwards, to the wetness on your boobs. Bending his head, he cupped both with his palms, cradling the underside in his hands before pushing his lips to your nipple, his tongue lashing out to lick away at his release. Still needy, he moved to the other side, cleaning the other stain too.

Your knees wobbled. He smirked. “Sofa.” However when he reached the black leather piece he noticed the mess you had left behind. “You’d better fix it. Immediately.” He reprimanded.

You hang your head low between your shoulders, hiding from his scolding. You put your toy on top of its pouch, fishing a couple wet wipes to clean the cushion properly, as you bent at the waist to check for the results, you felt his hand smack your ass heavily. “You’re lucky it’s not suede or you’d be fucked by now.” He stood behind you and bent over your spine, adhering to your backside. “And not in the nice way.” He stood up again. “Stay like this, Kitten, don’t you dare move.”

You heard the sound of the lid of your wipes coming off, then the sound of fabric. You didn’t dare move. Yoongi was very likely to look for revenge now, and you already had a high price to pay. In your peripherals you noticed him rubbing the wet wipe all over your vibrator, cleaning it up.

You knew it was your turn now. You just had to hope he was feeling merciful. He bent over you. “Stay put and it’ll be okay, love.” He said with lethal kindness. You heard a gentle thud to the floor, shorty followed by another. “I am kneeling behind you, Kitten. Are you okay with me eating you out like this?”

He was so attentive: it felt like he had a list of all your triggers memorised in his mind; he was always so careful when it came to your potential traumas and insecurities. You weren’t new to receiving oral sex, however to you sometimes it felt very intimate and your worries kept you from freeing your mind and enjoying the experience fully.

“It’s okay.” You mewled.

“You can stop me anytime, love.” He said softly, kissing the back of your thighs, licking the thin stretch marks there. He loved all those small signs, the way they showed the tide of your skin, the way it made sense, the way you looked realer than anything he’s ever dreamed. He was in love with all your freckles and moles, wrinkles, the squishy part of your belly and waist and hips, the little hairs on your navel. He felt real when with you. He felt a little bit less surrounded by that artificial, polished world that looked like a simulation. He felt like he was allowed some small chance of normality, of reality with you. No skinny models with made-up personality, no fame or ego, just being two people facing each other, telling each other how it feels to be human.

Throughout all of his meditation he delivered small bites and kisses on the skin of your thighs and ass, tracing the outline of your labia, enjoying the plush softness.

You moaned out his name, pressing into him. “I know I’ve been bad, just… Please.”

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for.” He murmured, kissing your slit. “I deserved it.” He licked you slowly, from your mound to your entrance, the tip of his tongue digging in and collecting the wetness oozing out of you. “I neglected you.” He licked you again, nuzzling the raw skin of your inner labia with his lips. He kept his lips there, breathing softly through his mouth. “I love you, Kitten.” He kissed you there. “Love you so much, baby.” He murmured before you heard the buzz of the vibrator. He wasn’t toying around with you: he wrapped his arm around your leg, nuzzling the toy against your folds until he heard you whine. "Found it?" He asked, referring to your clit.

"Right there." You moaned.

He flattened his tongue against your folds, rolling it until they were spread wide, exposing your most tender nerves to the violent vibrations.

"Yoongi, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered, pressing yourself into him.

He wanted you to. He didn't care, couldn't care less of the amount of times you edged him earlier: he wanted to see you undone. He wished he could tell you, however he felt like it was more important for his mouth to stay on your cunt. He wanted you to know that you were allowed, that he wasn't going to deny you. He simply reached for your hand, placing his on top of yours on the cushion. Suddenly you started grinding your hips, riding his tongue, your free hand wrapping around his wrist, helping him place the bullet where you needed it. The fact that you were almost silent, holding your breath and gasping every time he spread your slick to the apex of your labia, so that the vibrator could slide more comfortably.

Your high hit you like a tide, your knees buckling underneath you, Yoongi's hand leaving yours so he could use his arm to stabilise you. Your hand on his wrist invited him to remove the toy, your position not safe and steady enough to allow any type of overstimulation, meanwhile his tongue battled with the contractions of your inner wall as he slipped it in just enough to stimulate the small muscle at the back, where you were always most responsive. He felt proud at knowing these small tricks, these little details that he had discovered with keen exploration and observation. Every body has their shortcuts to pleasure, though not all people are the same. He had learnt that some things that set his exes on fire to you were completely indifferent, meanwhile stuff that his exes refused could turn you into putty in his hands.

"Yoongi, that's okay.” You moaned, slipping away from him. He parted from your skin, gently pressing a kiss to your labia.

"Are you okay, Kitten?" He asked before running his hand to your breasts, cupping one softly, secretly searching for your heartbeat.

"I think I'm a little shook." You giggled. "It was… Very intense." You exhaled and laughed.

He kept kissing your thighs. You knew that that meant something. "I wanna try something but if it's too much we can stop here." He spoke delicately, his lips tickling your skin.

"Now I'm curious." You said, tired but mischievous still.

"Lemme show you." You heard him shuffle around a bit as he removed his sweater and placed it on the floor. He just hoped he wouldn't make a mess. From his kneeling position he shifted and sat on the oversized garment, thanking God that it wasn't as cold as he expected. He reclined his head on the seat of the sofa as your gaze met his.

"Am I going to ride your face?" You asked with a knowing smirk.

"Smart kitty." He said, mirroring your expression. "Knees on the cushion. Come on babe."

Shaking your head and smiling, you followed his order, your hands looking for support on the back of the sofa. "I'm afraid I'm gonna crush you." You said, even though you loved looking at him like this. His hair was a mess around him, his eyes so dark and intense that it felt like he was ready to drag you to hell and back with himself.

“It’s okay, you’re small. I can help you.” He said, placing his hands on your butt, squeezing. “I’m happy to help.” He grinned and you grinned back at him. You loved that both your brains shared the same perverted paths following the same dirty cues. “I wanna suck your clit, but I don’t know if it’ll work for you since you had the vibrator there.” He said, spreading small bites on your thighs.

“It’s okay. No need to make me cum.” You reasoned, openly refusing that a sexual experience can be successful only if culminating in an orgasm.

“I hate how you’re always ready to give up on your pleasure.” He said, getting argumentative. “I’m doing this to please you.”

“You can please me without making me cum.” You argued back. “It’s not like— Holy fuck!” You screamed, your shoulders giving out. His arm holding your ass up while his other hand held the tip of the vibrator against the underside of his tongue. “You’re fucking wicked.” You swore as your clit disappeared between his upper lip and his pink, filthy tongue. “Fuck Yoongi, you’re the best.”

He exhaled through his nose in some sort of a snicker, pushing on the small button to increase the vibration.

“Oh God. Yoongi— Fuck, like that.” You squealed as you felt him suck you in with wet, slurping noises. “Love.” You said, worry veining your voice. “I’m gonna make a mess.” You warned before raising your hips, parting from his mouth. “Wait.”

He removed the vibrator, opening and closing his mouth quickly before speaking to retrain his tongue muscles. “It’s okay.” He breathed, brushing his cheek against your thigh.

“You’re gonna get wet and smell like sex on the way back home.” You reminded him.

“I can rinse in the bathroom quickly, plus we’re driving by ourselves in the car.” He murmured. “We can if you want to.” He said, reassuringly.

“Get back in place then.” You teased, gently pressing yourself down on his pout and grinding coquettishly. He laughed with his mouth close, digging his fingers into your ass, which made you raise your hips with a small jump.

“I love you so fucking much, Kitten.” He murmured. “Don’t you dare forget that, ____.” He switched the vibrator on, all the way up. “Ready, kitty cat?”

“Bring it on, mister.”

He laughed and got to work. You were pretty sure that the moans you were emitting, joined with the wet, sucking sound that came from Yoongi’s tongue on your drenched clit would probably expose the two of you to the whole floor, and possibly more.

If you had been any more lucid you would have thought of poor mr. Kang guarding the building from the reception, but probably — hopefully — he was far enough not to hear a thing.

Yoongi sped up his game, willing and ready to bring you to the edge once more. He reduced the pressure on your clit, allowing the vibration to travel faster, with less resistance and more power. He shifted his grip from his plush upper lip to the edge of his front teeth, simply grazing your nub as he caressed it with his tongue.

“Yoongi. So sensitive.” You gasped through a muffled moan, your hand pressing against your mouth as you lowered your gaze. He was there, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of you, focusing on each movement, on the taste of you, on your sounds, your heat. Opening his eyes, he winked, realising that he had one last trick up his sleeve. He started brushing the vibrator up and down the underside of his tongue, the act mildly resembling a thrusting motion that had your hips undulating, your breath stopping in your throat.

The high built and built so that when it snapped, you didn’t even realise it, submerging you like a tide, like a small boat in a maelstrom: you felt each roll of your hips, each movement of the vibrator in that straight line underneath Yoongi’s tongue. The high was there, but you still hadn’t felt the peak. You were ready to give up when he slid the bullet off his tongue and into your entrance, pressing it against the tender spot of your vagina, rubbing it as his lips latched to your clit.

“Fuck. Cumming.” You whined before biting your palm. His hand smacked your ass, repeatedly, delivering four or five slaps as if spurring you into riding his face. When he felt your release spill, he stretched his tongue, trying to collect as much wetness as he could, using the bridge of his nose to tease your clit while his mouth was busy. You gushed two, maybe three times before you removed your hand from your mouth, squealing his name and a string of swear words, your hand reaching down, trying to slap his toy-holding hand from between your legs. He understood your gesture and parted from your cunt entirely, letting you recover from the experience while he shut the buzzing device.

“I need in, sweet thing.” He murmured, climbing up clumsily and a little bit helplessly. You rose to your knees, letting him sit on the cushion, helping him fit against your body. “I’m gonna slide in, Kitten. I just need in. Promise.” He kept his sentences short, both for his urgency and your almost shut down brain. Gripping himself steady, he slipped in flawlessly, your drenched walls welcoming his shape, clinging to it and making him swear with how tight you felt right after an orgasm.

“Kitten, so tight.” He groaned, his face falling forward, hiding in the crook of your shoulder. His hips thrusted up while his hands toyed with your breasts, sliding into the shirt you were still wearing. His whole face felt damp against your neck, and you didn’t know if it was sweat or your juices or his saliva as he began drawing a pattern of hickeys on the top swell of your boob. “I can’t hold on.”

“Cum inside, please.” You murmured into his ear, licking the shell and biting the lobe, your hand gently cradling his skull as you enjoyed his grunts and pants against your throat.

As he hammered into you from below, you felt him reaching your cervix, your inner contractions making him come undone, his hands gripping your waist and angrily pushing you onto his lap. The squelching, crude sound, mixed up with his deep groans and the smacking of skin made you close your eyes as you registered every detail. You would come back to this night, when he would be gone, and you would relive it entirely, from start to finish, from the loneliness and coldness of being alone on the sofa, to the anger and revenge of the armchair, to the selfless, devoted attentions you had received twice on the sofa again, and finally this boy-man, hiding against your chest as he vulnerably withered before you.

“God, Kitten.” He breathed out chuckling. “Thank you so much, love. You’re perfect.” He murmured, caressing your back.

“Thanks to you too.” You spoke softly.

“I’m sorry for the last one. I got carried away, I didn’t make you—”

“If you say the verb ‘cum’ I am going to slap your pretty cheeks.” You threatened weakly. “You can do that in a few hours. Wake me up at three am and make sweet love to me.” You propositioned. “Though if I fall asleep, I might sleep for the next ten hours with no chances of being woken up.”

“We need sleep. Both of us.” He hugged you, searching for your hand, twining your fingers together. “But first we need a shower. And we need to rinse before we leave.”

“Closest toilet?” You asked, groaning a little at the idea of getting up, cleaning yourself and all the rest.

“Two rooms away.” He mumbled, his eyes droopy, his head leaning into your shoulder. “Are you feeling okay about everything? I know I pushed it when I left you alone and when I went down on you.” He commented.

“I think we cleared up the air about you ignoring me. It reminded me of when I was with my ex, which is exactly the reason why I bought the toy. He wasn’t happy I used it, but he never said anything or kept me from searching for my own pleasure. Sure though, this was my first time using it with someone. I’ve had a few people before as I said, but it was never… this.” You said, referring to your whole situation with Yoongi.

“How did you feel about how I went down on you?” He asked, always sympathetic.

“I loved it. But that vibrating tongue thingie was sooo kinky. How the hell did you come up with that?” You complimented him.

He chuckled. “I wanted to suck you and I wanted it to be a bit hardcore. It tickled like hell though.” He kissed your cheek. “I didn’t know it would work for you. I had never tried it before.”

“The vibrator was a big ally tonight.”

“Definitely the highlight of the night.” He conceded.

You leaned down and sucked his lower lip in your mouth, releasing it with a snap. “I love tasting myself on your mouth.”

He cupped your cheek. “You were amazing on that chair, love.” He praised you, making sure that he gratified you for something that your previous significant other had awfully taken for granted. “I’ll never forget these two covered in me.” He said, bending down to kiss each of your breasts.

“Is your neck okay?” You asked, worried about the way he had reclined his neck before while you sat on his face. “Are you cold?”

“My neck is a bit sore, but some hot water and stretching will solve it. And yeah, I’m a bit cold but it’s okay. Let's fix this place, get dressed and head home, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

"Then get up, lazy cat." He teased, poking your sides.

"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight." You murmured, teasing him as you raised your hips, getting off him.

“You’re sleeping in my bed and we both know it.” He helped you on your feet.

Your lips bent downward as you nodded. “I hate it when you’re right.”

As you turned and bent to gather your wipes he stared at his cum dripping out of your hole, staining your thighs. “Such a shame you’re in love with me,” he replied. His hands gripped your hips, blocking you while his tongue moved between your folds, delivering tiny licks with the tip of his tongue before covering your labia in soft kisses. "All clean, Kitten." He murmured, caressing your naked legs.

"You're the worst." You teased, before his short nails caused goosebumps on your skin.

He stood up behind you. "Fuck, look at this mess." He said, looking at the sofa. "Do we have enough wipes?"

"Oh God."

"No one's gotta know." He commented, and once more you were partners in crime, hiding your thousandth mischief.

You headed for the chair, throwing him his underwear and trousers.

He caught them.

"Bottle of water?" You asked.

"Fridge." He pointed as he slid his boxers on.

You picked up your undershirt, glad that it was a cheap deal, and headed to the small fridge, where you found the water, opening the bottle and pressing your balled up garment against the rim, wetting the fabric.

Next you knelt by the sofa, getting to work.

Yoongi lit a scented candle on the low table, spraying some perfume with a certain desperate motion. "Jeongguk will know. He can smell anything."

You shook your head while you poured some more water on your improvised rag. "Dammit we fucked up."

"Shut up, it was your idea." He taunted you while he found his sweater on the floor, checking it quickly before putting it on with a shiver. "Freezing. Shit."

Once you deemed the damage mostly solved, you grabbed your wipes and used one to eliminate the traces of the water. Checking that no stain remained, you moved on to dressing yourself.

"Have you seen my bra?" You asked.

"No." He murmured, offended, just as you noticed a familiar frill coming out of his bag.

"Why is my bra in your bag?"

"Your bra is not in my bag."

You raised an eyebrow, hooking said frill with your finger and fishing the garment out of his personal tote. "What is this?"

"A fancy hat." He said, barely holding back a laugh.

"Oh, so you're gonna wear that later when we head home?" You asked as you pressed one cup onto his head, the other hanging from the side while you clasped it around his face.

He simply shook it off, bending to kiss your lips. "Don't wear it." He whispered on your mouth.

"I won't." You replied, kissing it once more before placing it back in his bag.

Wearing your panties and buttoning your shirt, you left a couple buttons undone for his viewing pleasure.

He fixed the last few things, opening your coat and helping you wear it.

He fixed his own jacket and caught hold of your waist, placing you in front of him and wrapping his scarf around your neck and face. He kissed your forehead sweetly.

"Get your shoes, I'll do a quick checkup."

While you exited the room, he noticed a small glimmering coming from the crevice between the two cushions. Pushing his fingers in, he managed to pinch the object and pull it out.

He snickered, placing his small treasure before his eyes. "You served well, soldier. You deserve a night of rest. I'll recharge you and keep you safe until next time."

"Who you talking to?" You asked from the corridor.

"Nothing." He placed the vibrator in his pocket. "Coming." He blew on the candle and closed the door.

———————————————

"Hyung, you look well-rested." Jimin greeted him the following morning as he entered the training room.

"I bet he does." Namjoon quipped.

"HE FUCKED KITTEN IN THE STUDIO!" Hoseok announced. "Sorry, couldn't hold it in, you know I can't handle secrets." He said with a sad face, looking at Namjoon.

"Good for him." Taehyung replied.

Jimin looked amused while Jin shook his head, “Is that a good reason to be late, Yoongi? We've been waiting fifteen minutes–"

"Hyung, you arrived two minutes ago." Taehyung replied quietly while Jin shouted, "Shame on you! The disrespect!"

Jeongguk neared Yoongi, patting his shoulder. "I'm sorry I rat you out. I came in last night because you weren't at the dorms. I didn't know. I accidentally said it to Namjoon, Hoseok heard, everyone knows." Guk shrinked in his shoulders. "Sorry." He chirped.

However it was still too early and Yoongi was still too fucked out to care. "Let's just kill this choreo. We better finish soon 'cause I've got Kitten home in my bed to go back to."

Namjoon smirked. "Let's get it."

[chrichri-chan-18-love]

Siren’s flame. (Yandere Dabi x Reader)

He never expected to meet someone so... beautifull. He never expected to see something so magnificent after all the horror he had gone through. 

He had been running away from a very pesky hero who simply wouldn’t die no matter how many times Dabi’s flame came close to deliver the finishing blow. He entered a house that had a ridiculously large pool. He took a better look at the house and he could tell, someone rich lived here.

But then his attention shifted as he saw movement under the water, he was about to attack when you emerged from the water, a part of you upper  form was covered in golden scales, they covered part of your chest, shoulders and slowly growing in numbers and size as the lower half of your body resembled that of a fish. Your (e/c) eyes opening and gazing at the sky for a brief moment before you turned towards the edge of the pool, dragging your body off the water and waiting a bit, just enough for your skin to be somewhat dry, thus resulting in your tail vanishing and a pair of lovely, inviting legs to appear. 

Dabi hid in the shadows as he watched you wrap a towel over you naked form, then you headed inside, leaving the villain alone and with a very painfull boner. 

“Shit... now what?” He growled, he tried to hear of what was going on outside the house, it was silent... a perfect chance to escape and go back into the League’s base. However he wrote down the address of the house and took a good look around the area... after all he was planning to pay that little beauty a visit in the future.

 You were a well known singer, thanks to your quirk. Your quirk was called “Siren” and it was really usefull at times. Like when people would get pushy with you and demand more things from you, all you had to do was use the right volume and their mind would become cloudy, turning them into mind slaves of some sort. Then there was your form once you entered water, it was something that would appear in magazings after a large amount of your flesh was covered by some garments.

Your house was luxurious, yet the area that you loved most was your pool, there you would strip bare naked, jump in and enjoy swimming without anyone to disturb you. And then, the notes began appearing, at first they were simple and a bit sweet.

“Your hair looks especially beautifull today.”

“Your eyes are brighter than the sun and the moon.”

“Hope your day is as perfect as you”

Soon, the notes were accompanied by small boxes, some had sea shells, others jewels that were mostly made of pearls, a small photo album for you to fill with pictures... you weren’t really worried about it. Maybe it was a fan, or a neighbor.

However, after a few weeks, they became invasive, creepy and scary. Making your blood run cold, your face pale and your heart beat faster in fear.

“I saw you swim in the pool again, your naked body makes me SO hard.”

“I want your moans to be as wonderfull as your singing when I claim that cunt of yours.”

“You shouldn’t hang out with that guy,babe. You don’t want to make me mad, right?”

Along with the notes, the gifts also began showing the fetish of the person sending them. Lingeries with dark colors and revealing patterns, short skirts, a bra made of sea shells along with a thin piece of fabric for your waist... but one time... it was that person’s seed, he had sent you his cum!

You were freaking out... but you didn’t know if involving the police was a smart idea, that person could be an experienced villain or maybe a police officer himself! You knew that you’d have to rely on your quirk to defend yourself... though it made you wonder, who was he?

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you... Dabi decided that the two of you should finally meet face to face... but he decided to surprise you... so, he waited until you had left for work before breaking inside your house for... well, even he didn’t remember anymore. He had entered this place so many times, he had eaten your food, taken a nap on your bed or couch, showered in your bathroom... and jerked off with your underwear more times than he could count. But, today would be special, his baby girl hadn’t gone to heroes or the police... so, she deserved a reward for being so good for him.

He coocked for you, not that he was an expert but he tried his best to make a tasty meal, he then waited patiently, taking a good look at the places where his gift had been placed. The jewelry were in a box on your dresser, the seashells were on display above your bed, the underwear and clothes he had gotten you were hidden in a box under your bed... he was pleased to see that you kept everything he had stolen for you.

When you did eventually return, you knew something was wrong. The second you opened your door and were greeted with the smell of food, you knew that your stalker was here... you took a deep breath, entered the house, hid the key and moved further inside. You looked over at your table and saw two plates of food, a bottle of wine, candles and a blue rose. 

“Uh... I’m not sure how to react to that.” You said as you moved closer, the guy was either a sadist, the romantic type... or he was just messing with you.

“A simple “thank you” will be more than enough, babe.” A voice said from your left and you turned to face him. A normal person would have screamed upon seeing Dabi, either due to his reputation or his appearance. Yet you stood there, looking into his eyes and came closer... for some reason, the first thing that you said was.

“Your eyes are pretty, their color is so alive... they remind me of the sea.” 

Dabi was surprised, he wasn’t exactly expecting that kind of reaction... but the fact that his baby girl was complimenting him was pleasant and endearing. He smirked and pulled you closer, looking at you with obsession written all over his face.

“Thanks babe, I like you too.” He said and then pressed his lips on yours, his hands grabbing your flesh with force and wondering around your body. Your first instict was too fight but knowing it’d be a bad idea, you answered his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Dabi of the League of Villains, correct?” You asked and Dabi smirked at you.

“The one and only, nice to finally meet you, love.” He said and you raised an eyebrow.

“You sent me your cum in a box, why?” You asked and Dabi was getting all the more interested in you... your reactions, your questions were so uncalled for. He loved it!

“So you can see what will be filling your cunt for the rest of your life, baby.” He said and you hummed, you thought about getting rid of him using your quirk... but something about him attracted you... so, until you discovered what that something was... you’d let him have his way.

“Dinner first, fun later.” You simply said and Dabi smiled at your compliance, he couldn’t have chosen a better match for him.

“Only if you sing for me later, love.”

“Deal.”

And with that he used his quirk to light the candles and led you to the table, in his mind, this was the beginning of an everlasting love. In yours, the starting point of a dangerous game. Would you grow to love him? Maybe. Would you let him have you? You would be forced to eventually. So you might as well make the most out of the situation you were in. 

“Babe?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.” At those words you looked at him and smirked.

“I will say it after I get to know you better, alright?” You said and he thought that it was only fair.

“Alright, but you’re mine, never forget that.”

You chuckled, he was like a little kid... it was a kind of cute.

“Am I?”

Those two words... they sealed the door to a world filled with lust, fire, love and obsession... you just didn’t know it yet.

[imtheasssniffer]

Goddamn Burritos

You live in a world where human height variation is much more drastic than here on Earth. You’re an average sized man standing at 5’11. And you were open to dating men of any size. This openness led you to Julius. He is 12’8 and ripped. This man is built like a tank. Thick legs that could strangle you, and an ass so voluptuous you can use it as an umbrella. You two have been dating for just over a year, and you know every crevice of his gargantuan body like the back of your hand. Sexually speaking, you two are like firecrackers. Exploding once you get in the sheets together. He knows about your fart fetish, and he makes you regret ever telling him about it. He farts on you almost any chance he gets, and it doesn’t help that he’s always gassy. To maintain a body like his. Julius has to take in a lot of protein.

But even worse than his protein gas, are the farts he has after his cheat days. Unluckily for you. Today is one of those days. While working in the living room, he gloats across the room with a burrito in his hand smirking at you and rubbing his stomach. After a half hour of going into the kitchen, and repeating this he finally settles down and sits next to you. He’s breathing hard. Clearly he over stuffed himself just to torture you later. He patts his stomach, and you tried to ignore him. Until his stomach growled like an angry beast from a foreign fantasy world.

“Ooh,” was all he said. As he slightly lifts his right leg and,

PpPPRrRRBbtT

He lets out a small (for him) 3 second fart that vibrates the couch. After he releases it he scrunches up his face and waves it in your direction. The smell hits you like a freight train. This fart was far more potent than any you have ever smelt from him. It’s a mix of shit and skunk smell. It’s the type of fart the burns your nostrils, and makes you feel as if it isn’t even safe to ingest. You gag at the strength of the odor, and that just gets a chuckle from Julius.

“Just you wait til later,” he says. You roll your eyes, and scoot away trying to get away from the smell, but there is no use it is everywhere.

“Where do you think your going,” he says. Wrapping his hand around your body and pulling you against his thigh.

“Uh oh,” you say as your body roughly hits his thigh

“Uh oh is right,” he responds chuckling a bit. After he says this he swivels his leg around your body and places it on top of you. Knocking your head in between his legs, and next to his crotch.

“Julius, c’mon I got work to do,” you say frustrated.

“This won’t take long,” he whines back.

“No. I don’t want to do this right now.”

“Come on just one?”

“Fine, I’m starting to think you enjoy this more than me.”

PPpPprrRrRBbBbBRrRrRrBBbbtT

Your last sentence gets cut off by a giant roaring blast that genuinely scares you. You feel the entire couch cushion get warm as his deadly gas rushes to your face. The smell nauseates you. You genuinely feel sick after smelling it. It’s so awful you end up in a coughing fit with your eyes watering.

“Goddamn burritos,” Julius says pinching his nose. He looks down at you and starts laughing.

“Fuck you,” you groan. Barely recovering from the cough fit that just ensued.

“Aw, there’s no need to be rude,” he says smiling down at you. You just flip him off in retaliation.

You move his leg off of you, causing him to release another small fart. He just chuckles and leaves you alone as you finish your work. After you finish you two cuddle, and watch tv. He lets out a couple of toots, but other than that his ass has gone radio silent. You know he must be saving them for bed.

—————————————

Its finally time for you two to go to bed, and you can’t help but feel as if your willingly walking through the gates of hell as you enter your room. You stop in the doorway, and this just causes him to hit the back of your head with his crotch.

“Are you gonna go?” He asked confused. You just continue to stand there.

“Oh I get it,” he says menacingly. It’s begun. He grabs your head, and begins to hump the back of it. He then pushes you forward, and starts to take off his clothes leaving nothing but his underwear on. After he’s done stripping. He lays in bed on his side legs wide open. He points to his crotch and imitates sucking a dick with his other hand. You continue to stand there. Normally you love to let him dominate you, but you haven’t even been up close to his ass, and his farts were already the worst. You continue to stand there torn. Part of you really wants to be owned by him, and the other part of you is terrified by the catastrophic fumes you know he’ll subject you to smell.

“Alright I got you,” he says as he sweeps you off of your feet and carries you to the bed. He lays you down on top of the duvet. As he’s putting you down another devilish grin appears. When you see this you try to escape, but he just tightens his grip, and applies some of his body weight to hold you down. He then starts rolling you up in the cover. Confining you’re movement completely, and trapping you in a warm cocoon. You try to break free, but to no avail, because he rolled you so tightly.

“How do you like it babe? I’m gonna be blasting you with my burrito farts. While you’re in a burrito,” he says smugly. You try escaping, but it does nothing other than get another chuckle from Julius. He then sits you up, and leans you against the headboard. He stands over you, looking down grinning.

“Julius please, don’t do th-,” before you can even finish your sentence he sits on your face.

“Babe shut up,” you hear above you before,

BBbBRrRrRpPpPTTtt

The 6 second fart burns your nose, but you have no other choice than to breathe it in. Julius’ ass swallows your face whole, and is your only air supply. His awful fart makes your eyes water, and you start to gag. In retaliation you try lifting your arms, but he wrapped you up too tightly for you to move.

FFfFfRRRrRaAAapPptTt

“Ahh, it’s getting warm down there babe, you still alive?” He asks sarcastically. You responded by screaming in his ass

“Guess you are,” he says. Rubbing his ass up and down your face.

The fart he released was 9 seconds, and it was airy. It forced itself up your nose. And burned all the way down your throat. It warmed up your face. Making you even more uncomfortable, as well as making you cough.

He raised his ass off your face, and you gasped for air. Straining your lungs to inhale as much as it could.

“Damn dude you look rough,” Julius says, but you don’t need him to tell you. Your face is wet from tears and sweat, it’s red and you’re gasping for air. It’s not really a good look for anyone.

“Here man let me blow you off.” At first when he says that it gives you hope until you realize what he means. You watch in horror, powerless. Unable to do anything, as he strips his underwear off. Hovering his ass over your face the entire time. Once he gets his underwear off he chuckles and spreads his cheeks. The smell hits you like a wall of shit. You can see his hole pulsing. Getting ready to explode on your face. His ass is slightly sweaty, and you can see it collect on the curly ass hairs. Julius sits on your face roughly. Slamming his ass down with a wet smacking sound. The initial smell isn’t that bad, just musty, but once he settles on your face, and his hole is hovering just above your nose. You know this is going to be far more hellish than before.

bbBbRrRrPpPLlPpLLLLttT

His first fart is 8 seconds, and starts a little airy, but as it catches momentum it starts to sound wet. The smell was worse than anything he has ever produced. Its distinctly shittier and skunkier. You can feel the sweat that had collected around his hole drench your face. Soaking the smell into your skin.

PPppPppHHhHRrRrRBbBbBtTtT

“Now we’re talking. Babe your gonna be stuck in there until I’m empty.” After he says this he smacks his ass. This sentence makes your dick throb, as well as terrify you. He had just released a 12 second fart, but you know he’s still not done.

ppPpPpPHhHhhRrRrbbBbBbtTtT

13 seconds of pure hell shoot out of his ass and into your face. It stings your nostrils, but before you can recuperate.

BbbBbBbbRRrAAAaapPPtTttT

“Ahh, I’d hate to be you right now babe.”

PPpPpRrRrrRaAAppPpTTt

His farts didn’t stop coming. They were shooting out rapidly, and saturating your face in his stink. You attempted to talk to him, but when you tried, you just got a mouthful of ass.

ppPpPprRRrrRbbBttTt

As Julius continues to mercilessly release farts in your face. You can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness. He must feel this too, cause he gets off your face and turns around. Kneeling to get close to you.

“Holy shit,” he says quickly pulling his face away from you.

“Did I go too hard,” he continues cringing at the smell his ass had created. You nodded your head yes, as you took greedy breaths of fresh air.

You felt weak from being stuck in Julius’ ass. And you couldn’t escape the smell. It was baked into your skin. He smiled sympathetically at you,

“Sorry babe. I didn’t realize it was that bad, you were inhaling all of them.”

“Not by choice,” you replied weakly. He looks sorry but you know he’s still not done with you.

“Here, then why don’t I just put you out of your misery.”

You try to escape the confines of your duvet, but fail again. Within seconds his mouth is covering your face, and you know what’s coming.

bbBuUuAAaaRRrPp

He burps into your mouth and nose simultaneously. A move he’s used before to knock you out. Something about his burps are just so much worse.

You woke up to a fatal Dutch oven. Needless to say you can’t let Julius have burritos ever again.

[spectrumed]

2. voice

As a child I could not pronounce the letter R. I once complained to my mother for being so careless as to give me a name that had two R’s in it. Fredrik. Or as I pronounced it back then, “Fledlik.” Cute, right? I was a cute child, all blonde and with big blue eyes. At one point, I got surrounded by a group of older girls who forced me to pronounce my name, even though I really couldn’t. They laughed and laughed, teasing me for my inability to pronounce even my own name correctly. If I ever had a reason to develop a fetish for femdom, I think this would have been it.

Like it or not, in speech, there is no room for individual quirks. No, we’ve all got to learn how to speak properly. Historically, that has led to some pretty heinous attitudes towards regional accents, any tongue that was the standard was seen by default as being less or developed and intelligent. Regional accents were seen as practically unhygienic, the worry being that if people just got to speak as they wished, they might end up potentially thinking dangerous thoughts. While I understand the importance of being understood, it’s clear that the stigma that exists around speech difficulties stems from a place of prejudice. If a person has a lisp, do you really struggle to understand them? And while stammering can be quite debilitating, it should be blatantly obvious that shaming people who stammer, suggesting that they are bereft of intelligence, is not the way to help them. Humans are social animals, and language may be the one thing that distinguishes us as a species, it is natural that proper elocution should be treasured. But some people do struggle with their speech, and that should not cost them any respect or kindness.

As a child, I didn’t speak nearly enough. As an adult I am speaking too much. That’s the problem with you, Fredrik, you’ve never understood that there is a middle ground between two extremes. There is a way you can speak that is neither too quiet, nor too loud. It is how normal people speak. Why can’t you be normal, Fredrik? Are you going to spend this whole blog post talking about how difficult it is for you to simply learn to be like everyone else? Self-pitying yourself, much? Back in my day people pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, if they had something they struggled with, they learned to sort it all out, and they didn’t start complaining about society being all mean to them. You’re just spending too much time inside your own head, go take a swim, take up a hobby that requires you to step outdoors, it will serve you well. Don’t be a freak, Fredrik. Be normal, for once.

On a side note, “pulling yourself up by your bootstraps” is meant to be understood as an impossible feat. You can’t possibly pull yourself up by your bootstraps, it’s ludicrous to even suggest that such a thing may be feasible. While, yes, there are many things you can do to help yourself, ultimately, you can’t profoundly escape from a sorry situation you’ve found yourself in without some outside help. There is no shame in requiring help. To guilt someone into thinking that if they can’t do it alone, they are weak, is frankly sociopathic. Humans need each other, we take care of each other, we are there for each other. Self-sufficiency is great, but let’s not take it to levels of absurdity by suggesting that needing help from others is anything but normal. No-one succeeds in life without others there to prop them up. Instead of telling someone to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, you might as well tell them to go and swallow the sun, which is clearly another impossible task.

Most people will never in their lives experience what it is like to go through a neuropsychological evaluation. Turns out that it is not always such a pleasant experience. Though, considering the popularity of pseudo-scientific nonsense like the Myers-Briggs test, I am sure some folks would lie and pretend to love it. Certainly, there is a charm to being there and talking about yourself for several hours near-uninterrupted, but the exhaustion that you will feel at the end of it cannot be understated. Naturally, it does vary between who does it, and why they’re doing it. But if the stated goal is to find out whether you’ve had a neurodevelopmental disorder since you were but a young babe, then of course, there are going to be some pretty long conversations happening about those early days. Lots of stuff you may not have considered or thought about in a very long time will suddenly become very relevant to your current situation. And at the end of it all, you get some papers detailing your fashionable new diagnosis. Your entire life, all written down. Can make you feel rather wistful. And there’s really quite a surprising amount of typos included in the text, and barely any jokes.

Still, as part of my official diagnosis, there is a reference to my speech at being at times “stilted.” Though, the diagnosis does take very good care to mention that I appear intelligent and thoughtful, exhibiting a wide vocabulary and a good sense of the right words to use at the right moment. It’s flattering, for the most part. Yet, it does irk me that I could be perceived as being stilted. I know that at this point, I am being petty, because who cares if I sometimes come across as maybe a little robotic. I’ve got Asperger’s. Of course I am a robot. The closest role model we folks with Asperger’s ever had for the longest time was Star Trek: The Next Generation’s android named Data. God forbid anyone like me ever turned out to be the protagonist of a series, we’re all doomed to play the part of the robot, the alien, or the socially awkward geek. I should just be delighted that I am high-functioning. I know how much worse some have it. I should be grateful and pleased that I come across as mostly normal, mostly neurotypical. But… I really just don’t want anyone to think my speech is stilted. I don’t want to be Data. I want to be Riker.

It is never enough, you’ll never be good enough. If you fake it, they’ll see through it. If you struggle and if you work honestly to appear more normal, they won’t recognise it. As soon as they get an inkling you may be an imposter, looking like them, but having a neurologically deviant brain, they’ll single you out. For you, normalcy is an illusion. To attempt to be normal is to remake yourself only to receive nothing. Sure, you can be disingenuous, pretend you're not yourself, but it’ll never fool them. In the end, you’ll only lose yourself. Maybe I should just own the fact that my speech sometimes comes across as being stilted. Maybe I should own it. Be proud of who I am. But… sometimes I just don’t want to be me.

I want to be ignored. Sometimes, not always. But that goes for everyone. But most of all, I’d like to be able to go unseen whenever I’m not trying to impress anyone. When I’m just off to buy some milk. When I’m sitting on the bus. When I’m walking through the park. I know it is partly paranoia, but I can’t help but feel like I stick out. It’s always been like that with my friends growing up. The metaphor I used with my therapist is that I felt like a thumb. That they, my friends, were the fingers and I was the thumb. Sure, we’re similar. In many ways we’re the same. You could even say that I was crucial to making the social dynamics work. Who doesn’t like the thumb? What would you do without your thumb? But still, I was different. Some people would do anything to be different like that, to feel special. Some folks feel all invisible and forgotten in the crowd, and I’d lie if I told them that I didn’t envy them sometimes. The ability to go all invisible? That seems swell! There’s this question people like to ask as a sort of personality test. If you could choose a superpower, would you rather be able to fly, or would you rather be able to go invisible? The answer is obvious, as far as I’m concerned. Of course I’d love to be able to go invisible. To be able to exist without anyone seeing me. Without anyone judging me. Without ever having to worry if someone is going to treat me as different. For a moment to feel what it is like not to be some big, dumb, stupid, thumb.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not too anguished. Nowadays, I feel like I am in a relatively good place. But I would be lying if I told you that I still don’t get frustrated at the plethora of difficulties I face just trying to blend in. Even with family members, people who are supposed to know you the best, even then I have to go out of my way to behave a certain way, to exist a certain way, because fundamentally, they just don’t seem to get you. Not in that way. They have an image of you that you need to try and match. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell them that sometimes you need to be more direct in your communication to truly reach me, I don’t pick up on the many smaller little social cues they may throw my way, it’s still just me being silly and looking for excuses for why I didn’t understand them the first time around. And I am deathly afraid of hurting anyone’s feelings. A very prevalent misconception about autistic individuals is that we don’t care if we’re being rude. That if we are rude, our rudeness can simply be overlooked because, y’know, we’re autistic. While this sort of thing is commonly represented in media that is supposed to depict autistic characters, in real life, things don't quite work like this. Believe it or not, readers, being autistic is not a free pass to act like a dick. Autistic individuals still very much have to modulate our behaviour if we wish to fit in and be accepted. No-one will ever excuse you for being autistic. To be autistic is living with extra hurdles in your way, thinking that it’s anything but a social handicap is romanticising a diagnosis you clearly know very little about.

When I was a kid, I didn’t speak much. As far as I was concerned, I merely spoke whenever I needed to speak. It took until adulthood for me to learn that my parents and teachers were actually concerned about that. I was made to see a specialist, under the guise of learning elocution, but I’ve later come to realise that those meetings were about more than just learning to pronounce the letter R. Like, what does testing my memory have to do with diction? Yes, her job was partly to help my speech develop more in line with the other kids, but she was also there to evaluate whether or not I was intellectually disabled. I have come to learn that I had teachers at the time that were adamant about me going to a different school, more equipped to handle kids like me, but my mother vehemently defended my right to stay in the school I was in. After all, I did have friends, and to anyone who really knew me, they knew that I was a bright child. Sure, I wasn’t as communicative as the other children, but I clearly had no issues processing information, and it’s not like I was disruptive in some other way. But that was also part of the problem. The teachers that thought that I may need specialist schooling were concerned about the fact that I was too placid and too agreeable. They wanted me to express frustration at my lacking pronunciation, to see me get mad at others for not fully understanding me. That amazes me, if anything. The fact that I was a happy kid they took as some indication that I wasn’t quite right.

My mother delights in a memory of me as a kid once slamming my fist on the table and declaring that “now, I am speaking!” May I remind you that I was a cute kid. Sure, it is the sort of behaviour that parents of the old times would have spanked their kids for. Kids in the past were supposed to be quiet. To be seen, but not heard. I wonder if there’d be any kind of hubbub about my early development if I lived back then. I’d probably be seen as the ideal child, all pretty and docile and never too loud. Still, it was a moment my mother cherished, because for once, I really proved that I did have the capacity to speak. Though, I still couldn’t pronounce my R’s. But it was time for Fledlik to speak.

[hacked-by-jake]

Just a normal movie night.. actually

Jake and you went for a walk by a lake near your apartment. He sat in front of the computer all day and you thought it would be good for him to go outside for a moment. You were almost back at your apartment but you thought about turning around again because it was a really nice moment.

"Oh (your name) we have to get home very quickly!" Jake suddenly calls and puts his phone back in his pocket.

"What? why?" you immediately notice how fear comes up in you. Jake had managed to get his pursuers on the wrong track looking for him, but you were still afraid they’d find him.

"There’s a movie on the TV that we have to watch!" he shouts excitedly and claps his hands.

However, he forgets at the moment that you two hold hands and so strikes his hand on yours.

"Ouch, Man Jake, I thought something bad happened" you mumble.

"Oh, I’m sorry, babe...? So what do you say?" he asks and looks at you with big eyes.

"Yeah, okay, what movie is it?"

You already have a premonition of what movie he’s talking about.

"V for Vendetta" he laughs. His eyes shine happily. How can you deny him a wish when he looks like that?

"I just saw the TV program and it starts in seven minutes. Please let us watch the movie” excited he pulls you the last meters to your apartment.

"Again?" you ask grinning and walk up the stairs behind him.

You’d never walked up those stairs so fast. Even though you’re more stumbling than running because Jake was in a hell of a hurry to get into the apartment.

Jake immediately drops on the sofa in the living room and turns on the TV.

You’re going to the kitchen to get something to drink.

After you put two glasses and a bottle of water on the table you walk towards the bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

Jake looks at you like you want to fly to another country.

"Wow, calm down, I just want to wear sweatpants" laughing, you shake your head. He acted like he was a little kid on his way to the amusement park.

"But hurry" he urges you impatiently.

If Jake wasn’t always so excited and happy like a little kid, you probably would have been annoyed.

You pulled the tight jeans out to get a black sweatpants out of the closet.

"Babe, where are you?"Jake calls you.

"Jake, take it easy, it’s just the opening scene"

When you come into the living room, Jake is already lying on the sofa and reaches for your hand to pull you to him.

So you lie down next to him and place your head on his chest.

"I love you" he whispers.

"Me or the movie? You confuse me when you’re so looking forward to a movie" you joke.

"Oh, but when a new book comes out that you want to read, you don’t talk to anyone until you’ve finished reading" he argues.

"Like when you’re busy at the computer?" you counter.

"Touché. And now Pssst it starts!" he points to the screen where the film begins.

-

-

Meanwhile, you lie on top of Jake and he has his arms wrapped around you and caresses you over the back.

"There! Have you seen it? Have you seen it?" he shouts with delight.

"Yeah, Jake, I saw it, just like the six times before, when we watched the movie"

"Remember, remember the 5th of November! The Gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason, why the gunpowder treason, should ever be forgot".

Again and again he murmurs the text of the film with no errors.

Smiling you watch your friend watching the movie happily and excitedly.

"You’re supposed to watch the movie and not watch me" Jake looks at you angry.

"But you also have such a mask, is it almost the same?"

"You’re kidding me again" he mumbles and pouts.

"Nonsense! I would never do that" you answer ironically.

"No, you would never do it...! Oh no, you didn’t look!"

He suddenly sat down with so much momentum that he pulls you up with him. You slip and fall down next to him on the sofa.

You almost fell off the couch if you hadn’t held on to the back.

Jake didn’t seem to notice because his eyes were still just on the TV.

"Uh, hello?" you get offended.

Jake’s head turned in your direction.

"Don’t you want to cuddle anymore?" he asks and looks sad.

Outraged, you open your eyes.

"Well, I wanted to keep cuddling but then you almost threw me off the sofa"

"Oh, um, I’m sorry, do you hurt?"

"No all right" you giggle as he lies down again and pulls you to himself again.

"I hate that chancellor!" Jake looks mad at the guy on TV.

“Jake, you’re going too deep in history again. It’s just a movie" you twist your eyes with a grin.

"That’s right, but the movie is my favorite movie"

He’s probably told you that a hundred times.

Half an hour later you lie quietly next to each other and think about the end of the film.

You’ve watched the movie together a lot, but still the ending is always special.

"Babe?"Jake murmurs suddenly.

"Hm?"

"What date is today?"

"Well, it’s October and not November, so it won’t be with quotes" you tease him again.

He sighs in annoyance.

"That’s not what I meant, I meant the right date"

"I believe the 25th of October"

"Well, it won’t be long now, so take your day off on November 5th, okay? We do something together" he explains, and doesn’t look like he’s just kidding.

"Do you want to blow up a building? Then I won’t come with you" you giggle.

"MC please, I mean it. Every year on November 5th there is a big event all over the World. The Million Mask March. The main purpose of the day is to really remember the 5th of November..., an event supported by Anonymous. I would like to go there with you, you will meet some of my friends"

Wow, you really didn’t expect that.

"You think it’s the right event for me?" you ask unsure.

You didn’t have anything to do with hacking or anything.

"Oh yeah that’s something for everyone, believe me"

That’s how he talked you into it.

"Okay, I’ll be there" you agree.

"Now let’s watch another movie, this time you choose" Jake tells you.

You’ll think of something.

As often as you have seen Vendetta now, you wanted to choose a movie that Jake didn’t like so much to make him insecure.

"Hmm, 50 Shades of Gray" you tell him.

Immediately his eyes become big and his face turns red.

"Forget it! No way!"

"Oh why not? I watch every movie you want to watch"

"Yes, but I don’t want to watch such movies!" he whines and looks at you pleading.

"Why not this one?" you pull an eyebrow upwards.

"Well, because he doesn’t wear clothes in the film half the time?"

Now you can’t and start laughing out loud.

"Because he’s always got nothing on" you repeat Jake’s line and curl up laughing on the sofa.

"What?" he murmurs beside you.

"Because he’s always got nothing on? Is that the only problem?"

"No, the movie in general. Sorry I don’t like my girlfriend looking at a half-naked guy beating his girlfriend all the time for two hours. Well, hitting is the right term” it’s clearly uncomfortable for him to talk about it.

"Baby this is a movie and he’s an actor just because he’s naked? I would never meet him anyway." You just can’t help raising him.

"Yes! Actor then he has a huge pile of money"

Meanwhile, you’re crying with laughter.

"Oh, Jake, I don’t care what anyone looks like, I’m lying next to you" you breathe.

"That’s right, and that’s why we can watch another movie, because you’re lying here next to me. Or then just keep looking at me like in the movie, that sounds like a very good idea in my opinion. Or how about something a little friendlier? Disney or something? How about finding Nemo?" now he’s just trying to focus on another topic.

"Okay then, 365 Days the movie is brand new on Netflix" you suggest the next idea.

"Oh no, not even that one!"

"What? Why not? You don’t even know him"

"You know, these walls are sometimes very thin, and the last time you talked to Jessy on the phone, you were talking pretty loud and excited about this movie. Do you want to tell me something? Why do you want to watch movies like this? In my movie, he even had a mask on and you want to see half naked guys?" he answers and looks demonstratively at the ceiling of the living room.

Anyone who didn’t know you two would probably think you were fighting right now, but you’re always teasing each other about these things. It was a mixture of really easy jealousy and fun, and Jake was good at it, and sometimes he annoyed you as much as you did him.

"Jake? A mask can be a fetish, why else are we together? " you giggle.

"Okay Wow, we never watch any movie again! That’s the best solution I think" seriously he looks at you.

But when he then looks at your face and sees all the tears because of the laughter, he also starts to laugh.

Soon after, he throws himself at you and begins to tickle you without mercy.

You’re almost out of breath and calling for him to stop.

He finally lets you go and you gasp for air.

"Idiot" you mumble out of breath.

"Your idiot" as always when you call him that, he answers you like that and winks.

After you finally calmed down, you just looked at Jake.

Then you put a seductive grin on your lips.

"We could also make our own film"

"That’s right, and I’ll play James Bond, right?" he looks at you grinning and doesn’t understand what you were getting at.

"No, Jake, I’m talking about a...romantic movie"

"Something like Titanic?" confused, he looks at you.

"You don’t like to watch movies like that" he quickly explained.

"No, Jake, neither James Bond nor Titanic" you giggle.

"Twilight?"

You almost hit your forehead with your hand.

"No babe, I’m talking about porn"

Jake, who at that very moment drank a sip of his water, swallowed up the liquid and started coughing.

For the second time today, you started laughing and slapped him on the back so he could breathe again.

"Arms above your head, Jake, it helps better"

Tortured, he did what you said and slowly calmed down.

"Oh, so late already? We really should sleep, don’t you think?" he asks, pretending he didn’t hear you at all. He quickly got up to disappear in the bedroom.

"Sleep normally or sleep together? Like sex?" you shout.

"Good night (Y/N)" you can hear him.

"Well, then go to sleep I’m going to take a quick shower" you explain and look at the door of the bedroom.

Jake suddenly sticks his head out the door and looks at you innocently.

"Take a shower?"

Grinning you nod to him and walk towards the bathroom.

"Um, I should be taking a shower, can I come with you?" he sounded more innocent than ever.

"Sure, if you dare" you blink.

Laughing, he follows you to the bathroom.

"Why? do you want to hit me like 50 Shades in the movie?"

"Maybe? I’m still thinking"

Jake shakes his head.

"This movie evening has really escalated"

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So, I hope you guys like it and the idea too, I think a movie night with Jake would be pretty crazy.🌹🎭   Excuses the mistakes👉🏻👈🏻

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Seductive Spin Class

Seductive Spin

My 4 p.m. Timberlake spin class is about to start and all I can think about is the path my life has taken. I, Benjamin, a once bad-boy with a fetish for bees used to brothel hop and go to matinees alone to use only the most buttery of popcorn to relieve myself in times when my flesh light was stolen. It wasnt until I hit rock bottom half way through what I thought was flight of the bumblebees, when I realized I was masturbating to Akeelah and the Bee and tearing up along with Laurence Fishburne as Akeelah correctly spells logorrhea, when I decided to turn my life around. Trading matinees for daily spin classes, I have devoted my life to healthy eating, exercise and the LA lifestyle. Although my life is now back on track I cant help but have cravings for large breasts, dripping pussies, and holding my cock watching it blow with the force of one thousand fire hydrants – now thats some good shit.

I eye all my clients as they come in the spin room – the environment not unlike one of a vagina—dark, moist, and pulsing to the beat of Justin Timberlakes voice. Looks like the normal group of spinners, until I laid eyes on her. She was the sturdiest woman I have ever seen. Hot like Megan Fox, but body strong enough to withstand a World War. Hair just down to her shoulders, breasts the size of a newborn baby and an ass that I knew that just wouldnt quit. She looked slightly Bulgarian – I love myself a Balkan who knows her way around a glass of Rakia.I looked up her name on the spin chart – Gaby.

Alright guys time to start spinning! Today were spinning along to Justin Timberlake! Just remember to pedal to the beat. DONT FORGET TO TURN YOUR RESISTANCE UP AND ENGAGE YOUR CORE!

As I pedal, I cant help but glance at Gaby, watching her tits bounce with every step. I feel my cock start to move around in my pants; it begins to harder and my semi-erect cock starts to push against the compression shorts Im wearing. There are so many things I could do to her right now. No one would know. I know I cant though; Ive cleaned up my act and one more slip like this….

COME ON LADIES LETS DO THIS!! SING ALONG, DIRTY BABEE YOU SEE THESE SHACKLES BABY IM YOUR SLAVE

I jump off my bike and round the room getting the ladies pumped. I get to Gabys bike and conveniently theres no one sitting around her. The Justin lyrics are starting to push me over the edge -- You see these shackles, baby Im your slave Ill let you whip me if you misbehave…

Hey Gaby, couldnt help notice your form, let me help you, I purr.

I start a slow gradual descent down her back, rubbing my hands down her arms until I reach her fingers grasping the handles of the bike. I can tell her grip is getting weaker as I kiss the back of her neck and rub my now entirely erect penis on her tail bone.

Benjamin what are you doing! There are people around!

I couldnt help notice you when you came in. You know youre the sexiest girl in here. Come on listen to Justin, get your sex on, I coo in her ear.

Gaby starts to moan as I move my hands down her back onto her butt, massaging every inch of her until I get to her dripping pussy.

Ohh yeah, okay but as long as no one else notices Gaby purrs.

The song switches to What comes Around Gos Around.COME LADIES STANDUP AND ENGAGE YOUR CORE, LETS GET THROUGH THIS ONE SLOWLY.

As Gaby stands up I slowly pull down her gym shorts while easing my cock into her pussy, and start to fuck her slowly. Her body begins to arch as I go deeper and her breathing turns into panting, becoming unsteady and exasperated.

Oh baby dont stop, she murmurs.

I look around the room and the other spinners have no idea whats going on. The rush of the secret fuck is making me so hard I need a hat for it. I pick up my legs and wrap them around her body, holding my feet on the handlebars for support. I can feel her trembling tight body and my cock swimming in her drenched pussy. She tries to turn around but I dont let her – it would be too obvious. Instead she kneads my thighs with her hands working her way up to my asshole. She licks her finger looking back at me tickles my puckering hole with it.

Im about to cum, she whispers.

Not yet, I want to keep going,

I slowly pull out and kneel to the floor, pretending to pick up weights. I start licking in the inside of her thighs and make my way up the juiciest pussy Ive ever seen. I start licking her clit and she cant stop quivering.

Gaby you have to stop trembling its too noticeable!

I cant stop. Benjamin your tongue feels so good, ohh dont stop oh dont fucking stop. Да! Не спирайте!

You Bulgarian tigress!

My tongue darts around, swirling and sucking, making sure Im getting every last drop.

Now you stop! IM about to come, come behind me, Gaby begs.

I go behind her and gently rub my mushroom tip on her crevasses, not going in but letting her juices drip right down to the floor.My pre-cum starts to spray on the bikes surrounding but I just dont give a fuck.

Oh Baby just finish me off PLEASE! ХАЙДЕ СКЪПА!

I ram myself inside of her.

COME ON GUYS LAST SONG. REALLY GIVE IT YOUR ALL, I yell as 4 minutes by Justin Timberlake comes on.

I grab her body and pull her in and out of me, grabbing her tits, and pinching her nipples making them so hard anyone in the room could see. I grab her pussy and start fingering her innards around my cock, playing with her lips making my way into her clit. As Madonnas verse comes on I know Im about to cum. With every stroke our bodies become more rigid and our hidden pants turn into loud yells.

OH YES FUCK ME BENJAMIN, FUCK ME.

My cock is swelling and about to burst, her hands are clawing at my thighs in anticipation. Our moaning and screaming became yells and as I was about to climax my cock had a mind of its own.

OHH YEAH we both scream in unison as my cock fires round after round of hot steaming cum into her pussy.Our bodies quiver as we fall to a silence, and look around us. Oblivious to our surroundings we realize everyone has left the class and the manager is standing in the front of the room. The Manager walks over to our naked bodies and looks us up and down.

Benjamin you are fired.

Needless to say Gaby was a fucking smoking hot woman and I regret nothing.

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